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leftrightnomin · 26 days ago

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Drawn // Johnny Seo

Summary: Johnny has been trying to keep the urge to rip the perky little pink skirt off your tiny waist and tainting you, the 21-year-old daughter oh his best friend.

Genre: Smut, Rated R (18+), Bestfriend's Dad x Reader

Word Count: 5.9k words

Warnings: Best friend's DadxInnocent Reader, Dom!Johnny, Sub!Reader, Rough and hard sex, Spanking, Daddy kink, Oral (sjn receiving), Corruption, Fingering, Degradation, Edging, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Dumbification

A/N: Hi, sorry for the wait haha. I've been busy with a lot of things. Hope you understand. I've earned a lot of feedback from the last smut I wrote. So I'm serving you a little something similar. Enjoy!

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The fluffy, pink rabbit ears fit flawlessly atop your head, completing the ensemble. You're standing in front of the mirror wearing a short pink top that covers most of your body, and an over-the-knee perky pink skirt. You pivot to the left and then the right, allowing the skirt to gradually lift and exposing the adorable white cotton underwear you're wearing below. Before you turn around and open your room door, you're smirking at yourself and running your hand down your skirt.

When you arrive downstairs, you hear your parents' voices plus a different, well-known voice. Deep but not too soft, and you already know who's downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee and grinning broadly.

Johnny Suh, you're Dad's best friend.

You smile broadly as you descend the stairs and hop a little as you get to the kitchen, where Johnny and your father, Jaehyun are seated. As you approach, your father turns to face you, grinning and giving you a little peck on the cheek.

You say, "Good morning, Daddy," in the kindest voice possible.

"Morning, sweetheart."

When you turn to face Johnny again, he gives you a kind smile. He licks his lips with his tongue, his eyes gleaming. His knuckles are going white as he holds onto the coffee cup in front of him. Even if your clothing doesn't leave much room for Johnny's imagination, he can't stop fantasizing about the pink articles that you're usually wearing, the tight top, and the tiny skirt that covers just a little bit more than half of your ass. And he goes crazy for the cute, fluffy bunny ears you're wearing.

You say, "Hello, Mr. Suh," grinning, and then you turn to prepare your breakfast.

Johnny had to cover up the moan that was beginning to rise in his throat. You can't address him by his last name and be naive at the same time. He had to recline on the chair as his pants are getting too tight and his dick is too painfully pressing against the material.

When you reach forward to get the cereals on the counter, it gets even worse. Johnny's eyes are locked on your ass and cunt, and he struggles to get himself to look away as your skirt slides up to expose your underwear. Fortunately, Johnny appears to be staring at Jaehyun, who is seated in front of him.

Taking the cereal and milk, along with a bowl your dad provided you, you head to sit next to Johnny and fill it up with everything while you silently sing. Later, Jaehyun tells Johnny something about the BBQ, but for now, Johnny is staring at you. You eat your breakfast and sing quietly, and he glances at you.

Your dad says, "I need to go shopping for that. Do you wanna come with me, sweetheart?" but you refuse to say yes.

You grin politely and explain, "I have to do a speech for university."

Johnny gives his lips another lick.

"I'll stay with her while you go and shopping," he informed your dad. "Don't worry she's in good hands."

Johnny urges your father to get everything ready. He couldn't help but think of how he wanted to break your innocence right now by bending you over the table. He can feel his dick twitch even more by the second in his pants.

What a fucking sight.

He thinks while thinking of gliding his dick in and out of you and hearing carnal sounds that come out of your lips.

Johnny and you are alone when your dad goes shopping. With a sly smile, he strokes his long, brown hair and scans the counter for everything you need for the grill. With your hands beneath your chin and your arms resting on the table, you're staring at Johnny. Your legs are swaying back and forth.

Johnny asks, "Do you want to help me, baby girl?"

"Yes, Mr. Suh."

As you make your way around the kitchen island, Johnny feels his dick hardening again.

Johnny is tall, with well-defined muscles, and his face is best viewed from above. He gestures to the bowls he needs from another counter, grinning. You turn around again and lean over to find some candies you wish to give him after nodding and giving them to him. You and your dad adore them, so perhaps Johnny feels the same way?

When you bend over, Johnny's eyes are immediately focused on your ass once again. He groans softly, and when you grab the sweets and turn back, you see the way his eyes darken. You're not sure why he groaned, but Johnny just bites his lips and looks your body up and down, then back into your eyes. His hand reaches out for you, grasping your waist and pulling you close against him.

"A sweet little pink diamond plug would fit perfectly into your pretty little ass."

"A- A pl- What?" You ask, and you narrow your eyebrows.

Johnny closes his eyes, swallowing the low groan. How can someone so sweet be so innocent at the same time? His grip tightens, and he slides his other hand along your side until his hand is placed on your ass.

“A plug, baby. Making you feel good here,” he says, slapping softly with his palm on your ass.

You gasp, looking up at him with a confused expression. Johnny slips his hand underneath your skirt, caressing the soft skin of your ass. You whimper. Johnny leans closer, kissing your nose and your forehead softly, while he slides his other hand to your ass cheeks as well. He then grabs them, pulling them apart and groaning when you press yourself more against him.

“Mr. S— Suh, what are you doing?” You ask.

Your eyes are widening, and Johnny can’t stop himself from groaning once again. His dick is leaking and pressing against his pants. You’re feeling something against your lower stomach; it’s big, and you wonder if he has his keys in his pants.

“Do— Do you have your keys in your pocket?”

“No,” Johnny says, chuckling about your innocence. “That’s my dick. Feeling how hard it is just for you?”

You shake your head.

Why should his cock grow because of you?

You didn’t do anything, so why should there be something he is getting hard from?

He leans down closer to your lips, and you can feel his hot breath on your lips. You close your eyes instinctively, and Johnny chuckles. You whimper when he doesn’t break the distance between your lips. When you close your eyes to look into his steel blue ones, he just grins at you.

“Please, Mr. Suh—“

“Call me daddy, please princess?”

You nod, confused about why he wants you to call him like you call your daddy but you don’t mind. You just want him to kiss you like you have always seen it in those romantic movies.

“And what do you want, baby girl?”

“C— Can you kiss me?”

He smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his. It’s a short but sweet kiss, and your knees are suddenly weak, and you feel a tingling feeling in your stomach. One that slides down between your legs and causes you to press your thighs together.

“You’re okay, baby?”

“It’s tingling,” you mumble, blushing.

“What’s tingling. Tell Daddy, where is it tingling?”

Johnny knows what you mean, but he wants to hear it from you. He wants to hear that innocent, sweet girl say that she is dripping her panties because of the big, broad men in front of him.

“Down there,” you say quietly, and turn your head away.

He lets go of your ass with one of his hands and grips your chin, making you look up at him again. His blue eyes piercing in yours, he smirks, while his thumb slides over your bottom lip, pressing into your mouth. You take it and twirl your tongue around his thumb, causing more tingles in your stomach. Johnny removes his thumb with a plop and licks his lips.

“Do you need help with that tingling feeling in your belly?”

You nod, your eyes pleading, "Uh-huh."

Johnny grabs you by your waist and lifts you, placing you on the surface of the counter. His hands slide up and down your thighs, closer to your pussy and he pushes your skirt up, revealing your wet panties. Johnny groans, getting on his knees and pushing his head between your legs. He inhales deeply when his nose touches your covered pussy. You shiver slightly, moaning about the sudden feeling of him between your legs. Johnny brings his hand to shove your panties away, and a low chuckle leaves his lips when he sees your dripping cunt.

“You’re so wet for me,” he says, kissing your pussy.

"Mhmm," ou moan softly.

His tongue glides through your folds, and you can’t help but grip his long hair, tugging at it. You’re not sure if you want him to continue or stop; it’s a new sensation and feels good and weird at the same time.

“D—Daddy, what are you doing?”

Johnny lets go of your pussy for a moment; this innocence of yours makes him so fucking desperate that he just wants to bend you over the counter and fuck you. He knows he would ruin you for everyone else. He wants you to be his, only his.

“I have to taste of your pretty little cunt, baby.” He lowers his head between your legs once again.

"Daddy's so hungry for you, pretty girl," He starts lapping at your pussy, making you moan and arch your back in pleasure.

Johnny’s stubble is scratching your thighs and clit slightly, masking the feeling even more intensely. A feeling you never had before grows in your stomach, and you worry for a moment since it feels like you need to pee. But Johnny’s grip on your thighs is so strong that you can’t move away to get down the counter and go to pee.

“Daddy—“ you moan, your eyes watering.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

“I— I need to pee.”

Johnny looks confused for a moment, removing his tongue from in between your folds. Instead, he shoves his chunky fingers along your folds, circling your entrance before he pushes a finger into your tight entrance.

“Don’t worry, baby. You don’t need to pee; let go for me. Can you do it?”

You nod, "Ye-oh, yes", and Johnny pumps his finger inside of you.

He hits your sweet spot, still tasting you on his tongue and lips. Your moan shamelessly, his finger moving slowly inside of your tight pussy, and he can’t help but imagine his cock in your pussy.

“Have you ever touched yourself?”

“N-no,” you swallow the pit in your throat. "No, Uncle Johnny."

Johnny almost comes in his pants when you tell him that you never touched yourself. You’re so fucking tight that he just wants to burry his huge dick into you, splitting you open. He pushes his finger deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot and making you almost scream. Johnny smirked, feeling you clench around him. He speeds up slightly, pushing another of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Daddy, feeling that tingle so much.”

“Let go; come for Daddy.”

And you do.

You arch your back and come all over his fingers, creaming them in your slick while he fucks you with his fingers through your high. Your pussy is squeezing him violently, sucking him deeper into you.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he praises.

He slowly pulls his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper about the sudden emptiness. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy while you look at Johnny. He brings his fingers to his lips and takes them into his mouth, sucking them clean while he groans about your sweet taste. You look at him, whimpering softly about the feeling growing between your legs. Something like desire, where you need Johnny to take care of your cunt.

“Daddy, that tingling—“

“Shhh— Daddy’s gonna take care of his pussy.”

You nod, pouting slightly, and Johnny chuckles. "Please, Daddy."

He gets off the floor and leans closer, capturing your cheeks with his big hands and pressing his lips softly on yours. His tongue glides over your lips; you part them slightly, and Johnny pushes his tongue into your mouth. His hands slide along your body, removing your panties. Then he unbuckles his belt and opens his pants before he slides them down, revealing his boxers with the outline of his fat, hard cock and a little spot where his tip is pressed against the fabric already wet from his pre-cum.

“Wanna see daddy’s fat cock, little girl?”

“I—“

Johnny doesn’t give you much time to answer; he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down his thick thighs. He would love to take off all your clothes, would worship every bit of your body, and kiss every inch of your skin, but he is so desperate to feel you. And the outfit turns him on beyond belief. You look at his weeping cock, which just springs free; the tip is red, and you see the veins running along it. He sees the struggle in your eyes.

What should you do know?

Touch it?

Or let himself touch it?

“You can touch it; just be careful,” he says, holding out his hand to place yours into his.

When your small hand is placed in his big one, he walks a step closer, letting his fingers slide over the soft skin of his cock.

"Come on, sweetheart. It won't bite."

You follow every movement of your fingers with your eyes, furrowing softly while you’re concentrated on the way his tip feels. When you swipe your thumb over the slit, Johnny pushes his hips forward and groans.

“Do— Does it feel good?” You ask innocently and look into his eyes.

He nods, "Yeah, so fucking good," smirking when your smile grows.

You wrap your fingers around his huge length, pumping his cock slowly into your hand. Johnny throws his head back, thrusting it into your hand. When you see the way he reacts to your touches, you use your other hand and take his balls into it, grinning when he groans and hums in response.

When Johnny feels the pleasure in his belly growing, he takes a step back and pushes you by your shoulders down. You whimper, and when his cock taps your pussy, he is smothering his pre-cum all over your pussy. You’re wiggling your ass, earning a slap on your thigh. Tears build up in the corner of your eyes, and Johnny captures your cheeks with his hands, kissing you softly.

He then takes his cock into his hand, giving himself a few strokes and slapping the tip against your pussy, making sure it stimulates the sensitive bundle of nerves on your clit.

"Oh my," You moan softly, and he does it again.

Then he pushes his dick between your folds, still not entering you. With his thumb, he holds his dick in between your wet folds while he thrusts slowly forward. Your eyes are almost closed when his cock always hits your clit whenever he pushes forward.

"Oh, daddy," Your lips are slightly parted, and you whimper, gripping the surface of the counter to steady yourself. "Y/N feels so good."

Johnny grinds against you over and over again until you’re a moaning mess underneath him. Sweat is covering your forehead, and your hair is messy, but for Johnny, you’re beautiful as always. You mumble his name and ‘daddy’ over and over again. So cock drunk, and he hasn’t even pushed in yet.

Johnny loves the way you’re whimpering for more, pushing yourself against him even though you’re such an innocent little girl. Not really knowing what you're asking him for — for a fat cock that will ruin her tiny pussy for everyone else — just the thought makes Johnny come almost immediately.

“Do you want Daddy to make you feel good? Are you daddy’s little slut?” He asks, and you nod, slightly confused about him making you feel good and calling you a slut.

You don’t even know what the word means, but when he uses it, it’s probably nothing bad, right?

So you just nod, and Johnny smirks, still thrusting his dick through your folds and hitting your clit. Your moans grow louder, your back arches, and your legs are shaking when the feeling in your pussy appears once again.

“D—Daddy, so much tingling down there.”

“‘S okay, come for me, You can make a mess,” he says, smirking when you throw your head back.

Your walls are clenching, and your whines are needier when you come a second time. Johnny still moves his dick in between your folds, pressing his tip against your clit, causing you to inhale deeply and push your hips up to get more of his cock.

“Such a slut, trying to get my cock, huh?”

Your legs are shaking, and your chest raises and falls while you slowly clam down from your orgasm. Johnny didn’t come yet, and you wonder why he didn’t; maybe he doesn’t feel as tingly as you do?

“Daddy?”

“Mhm?”

“Don’t you feel tingly?” You ask, pouting slightly.

“I do. But my cock needs to be warm and wet, baby girl,” he explains with a grin.

Johnny’s hand is still holding his cock in between your folds, slapping it a few times on your pussy before he moves further down to your tight entrance. Even when it’s an odd feeling, it gives you at the same time pleasure when his dick touches your entrance. Johnny tries to push the tip of his cock into your pussy, but it doesn’t really work, and he immediately slips out of there.

“Aww, baby girl. Don’t you wanna have Daddy inside of you?” He asks, amused.

“I want to, Daddy,” you whimper, feeling the tears falling down your cheeks. "But you're too big for me."

“Shh— it’s fine. I will make it fit, baby,” he coos, caressing your cheek.

Johnny tries again, pushing his cock slowly into your tight entrance.

"Ouch," You grip his muscular arms, digging your nails into his skin while he stretches your entrance with his dick. "Daddy, it hurts."

You squirm, trying to escape the slight pain he causes in your pussy.

"Calm down, baby. Daddy's got you," Johnny’s just pushing a tiny bit into you before he pauses, your walls already clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

“Do you know that you make me go crazy with that little outfit? Or with all your outfits, showing almost your ass,”

“I— It’s so big, Daddy,” you mumble, digging your fingers even more into his arm.

Johnny smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his, soft and warm. When he leans closer, his dick slides deeper into your tight hole. You bite into his lip, causing him to chuckle. When he leans back, your eyes are almost closed. You moan, arching your back, and he pushes his tip completely into you. Johnny groans about the sudden tightness around his cock; you’re squeezing him, and Johnny just wants to push deeper into you, getting more of your warm, tight pussy.

“Breathe deeply, okay?”

You do, inhaling deeply, but it gets interrupted when you suddenly scream in pain. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes, and they roll down your cheeks. Your eyes are red, watering even more when Johnny doesn’t stop from pushing inside of you.

“Pl— Please, stop. M—My belly,” you whine, trying to get away from him while you’re still holding his arms.

“Sh— It’s okay, it feels better when I’m inside of you,” Johnny mumbles, smirking when you nod.

He didn’t know that your tears would make his cock twitch, but they do. You’re pretty when you cry because of his cock. When it’s because of him splitting you in half with his fat dick, turning you into his own little sex toy.

He knows he shouldn’t ruin you for another man, but he just can’t hold back when you’re underneath him with that cute outfit, the bunny eyes on your head, and the tears all over your cheeks while you take his cock like a good girl. And when he is the only one who fucks you, when he is the one who loves you, then he doesn’t ruin you for others because you’re his — and only his.

Johnny is just a bit deeper inside of you than he was before, with most of his cock still outside of your cunt. He wipes the tears on your cheeks away, kissing the tip of your nose, and continues to push into you. He is stretching you open in a way you never thought it could be possible to stretch something.

Johnny is huge; you feel the vein of his cock inside of you, and even though it burns, it kinda feels great.

“Doing so well for Daddy. You're Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

You nod; the pain gets worse once he pushes himself faster into you. "Uhuh, I'm your good girl."

He just can’t and doesn’t want to wait to be completely in the warm wetness of your pussy. Johnny needs you to be inside your pussy, to clench around his cock, and to see more of those pretty tears of yours while he fucks you senseless. He wants to hear you screaming when you come all over his dick, making a mess and squeezing him even tighter.

“D—daddy,” you squeal when he grips your waist harshly to guide his dick better into you.

Johnny laughs, pulling you closer against him and shoving his cock deeper. Tears fall down your cheeks, and you squeeze your eyes shut while he rams his dick in your pussy. He is rough this time, not giving you time to adjust to his length. Johnny needs all of his control to not come immediately; you fit so perfectly around him, sucking him in, and the warmth that surrounds his cock makes him go crazy.

He digs his fingers into your soft skin, bringing his cock completely into your tight hole. You squirm, clenching hard around him, while he splits you open. You pussy burns, and you feel like your tight cunt just can’t get used to his fat cock.

“I’m sorry, baby girl." He inches in deeper in your soft warm walls.

"I just couldn’t hold back any longer."

"Shhhh— breathe; you’re doing so well."

"Taking Daddy’s cock like a good girl."

"You’re so pretty when you cry on my cock; you’re so pretty, baby,” he coos all his praises, leaning closer to kiss the tears away.

Even when you’re still crying, he kisses them away, making sure you’re feeling better with his dick inside of you. He knows he should pull out, give you time to adjust slowly, and work you open with his fingers, but he was holding back for so long, and he just wants to feel the warmth around his cock. The clenching feeling of you and the tears that cover your cheeks because he is just too fat for your baby cunt to take him.

“Daddy, I— I can feel you so deep in my belly,” you whimper.

“Yes. See that?” Johnny asks, pulling your shirt up and revealing your soft belly with the bugle of his dick. “That’s my cock.”

You whimper, sliding your head down to where his cock is visible. You slide your fingers over it and make him smile even wider.

He adores the way you’re looking so innocent and now with his cock inside of you, seeing him poking in your belly and touching the bulge he is causing with his cock. Johnny slowly pulls out of you, making you hiss about the sudden feeling. You whimper when you feel every inch of his cock moving inside of you.

“Nuuu—Daddy, please stay there.”

"Aww, do you need my cock inside of you? Pretty little slut for me,” he says, smirking when you nod eagerly.

He pushes back inside of you, and you immediately sigh in relief. His dick stretches you painfully, but when he pulls out, you feel so empty, and when he just stays like that, the pain slowly fades away. Johnny just pushes slightly forward and backward, making you furrow your eyebrows.

“Don’t! Daddy!”

“Oh— baby, not like that; be nice,” he says, bringing his hand to your pussy and slapping softly on it.

You gasp, your eyes watering, and Johnny does it again, causing more tears in your eyes. He then presses his thumb against your clit, circling it softly. You wiggle underneath him, and his dick slides deeper into you until he is balls deep inside your pussy. You squeeze him even more, and when he rubs circles on your clit, the feeling you had earlier appears once again in your stomach.

“Daddy— tingling.”

“It’s okay, come for daddy; come all around his fat cock, little slut.”

And you do, your walls clenching violently around his dick.

"Ugh,"

"Oh daddy,"

"So good,"

You’re moaning loudly, throwing your head back and pushing your hips more against him, and his fingers continue to circle your clit.

Johnny starts thrusting into you slowly and only a bit, but you feel every tiny movement of his cock and every vein along his shaft. His eyes are piercing in yours while he fucks you through your high.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking good, pretty girl.”

Johnny throws his head back when you look through your lashes at him. Your eyes are still filled with tears, but the desire in his eyes makes him thrust into you. You’re sucking him in every time he pulls out of you.

When another sharp pain suddenly appears in your skin, you look at the place where the two of you are connected. He slaps your pussy slightly, but enough to cause a sharp pain in your overstimulated pussy.

Johnny moves his hips at a steady but faster pace against yours. His balls are slapping against your ass whenever he thrusts forward. Your arousal is covering his dick; the sound when he pushes back into you makes him feral, and his thrusts are harder. The juice that is dripping out of you lands in his balls. They are heavy, and it gets even worse when he thinks about the way he is pushing his seeds into you.

“Feels so good—“

“Yeah? Are you daddy’s little slut?”

You nod, pushing yourself against him when he tries to pull out of you.

Johnny chuckles, slapping on your pussy once again, causing you to squeal and look at him with widening eyes.

“D— Faster, please.”

"Fucking hell," Johnny groans but obeys.

He is thrusting his dick faster into your tight cunt, making you cry on his cock even more. Your pussy slightly hurts, but the feeling of his cock inside of you feels just too good.

“You’re such a little desperate slut, so cock drunk, aren’t you, baby? Asking your dad’s best friend to fuck you like a little fuck toy.”

"Ahhh…" You whimper, and Johnny smirks, fucking harder into you, getting more of those sweet moans from you.

Johnny feels his dick twitch, your walls clenching and making it almost impossible for him to move inside of you. He circles your clit with his thumb once again, making your eyes shut up, and you throw your head back in pleasure.

“D— Please, I need to come,” you shout, your hands gripping his arm.

Your nails dig into his skin, and you’re feeling his grip on your waist tighten while he fucks you closer to your orgasm. Johnny isn’t far behind you; you feel just so perfect around his dick.

“It’s so sensitive, daddy,” you whimper.

He grins, pushing his thumb further down on your clit. Making you gasp and making eye contact with him.

“My pretty little slut. See, I’ve ruined you for every other man. You’re mine, aren’t you? Tell me you’re mine, and you can come.”

“I’m yours." You gasped breathlessly. "I’m yours, Daddy Johnny.”

He speeds his thrusts up, pushing harder into you.

Johnny loves to hear the soft whimpers and moans slipping over your lips while he fucks you like his little slut — the little slut you are for him. His dick is pulsing, and he is moaning low when you clench more than before.

Your legs are shaking, your bodies are covered in sweat, and his breath is just as heavy as yours. You’re just about to come, and Johnny knows.

He rubs his fingers over your clit, your eyes widen, and you come. Squirting all over his dick and making a mess. Johnny laughs, looking at your juices all over his dick and lower belly. He just comes a moment after you, pushing his cum deep into your tight hole and painting your walls with it.

“So— so sensitive, Daddy,” you mumble, letting your head fall down on the surface of the kitchen counter.

Johnny pushes his dick slower into you, riding both of your orgasms out while you try to catch your breath. His hand slides from your clit to your sides, caressing your soft skin while his dick softens inside of you.

“You’re doing so well. Squirting all over me. You’re all mine,” he says, leaning closer to kiss your lips. “But that’s our little secret, baby. I love you, my pretty girl.”

“I— I love you too, daddy.”

Johnny smiles; he helps you sit up and slips his cock out of you. You whimper about the emptiness inside your pussy. He then looks at your pulsing pussy, admiring the way your cum is dripping out of your cunt. He pulls you closer and grasps your tights to pick you up. He carries you upstairs to the bathroom, placing you on the toilet.

“You need to pee,” he says, turning around and walking out of the room.

He closes the door behind him and lets you pee. After you finish, you open the door quietly and look at the broad man who is standing with some new clothes for you in front of the door.

“Take a seat, and I will clean you, okay?”

You nod, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, and look at Johnny, who gets on his knees in front of you. He has a wet washcloth in his hand and spreads your legs, cleaning your thighs. Johnny moves his hand higher to your pussy, cleaning your folds and wiping your mixed juices from your pussy. You whimper, your cunt still sensitive from his dick inside of you.

“Daddy’s so empty down there.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just dress you, and then Daddy needs to clean himself. But I will put my dick into your baby cunt next time your daddy isn’t home,” he says, kissing the pout away from your lips.

After cleaning the two of you, you changed your outfit, still wearing similar clothes and the cute bunny ears on top of your head. Johnny was grabbing your ass when you walked past him out of the bathroom, smirking when you squirmed in surprise.

Now you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Johnny stands between your legs, kissing your lips softly. His hands are on your waist, and his finger is digging into your soft skin.

“All mine, my little girl, my pretty girl,” he says, smirking when you blush softly. “Now let’s get the barbecue ready; otherwise, Jaehyun is going to ask what we did the whole time.”

You giggle, grasping his shirt to pull him closer and kiss him again. Johnny chuckles, then he pulls away and gets the barbecue ready.

“You’re so beautiful, my pretty girl,” Johnny tells you.

When he walks through the kitchen and reaches you, he kisses you softly while his hand trails along your thigh.

“I’m home!” Jaehyun shouts and walks toward the two of you.

You smile at him, your cheeks red, and Johnny smirks widely, but Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. It’s pretty warm in there, so he doesn’t even recognize what’s happened between you and Johnny. You had sex together, and he took your virginity and claimed you and your pussy as his. And even better, Johnny loves you; he really fell for you.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your ear while he walks outside with your dad.

“I love you too, Johnny,” you say, jumping off the counter.

Johnny’s grin gets wider when his name slips past your lips.

He is a lucky man to have such a pretty girl like you by his side.

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keehomania · 2 months ago

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JOHNNY SUH (서영호) — FRIENDS

(DRABBLE) ✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)

JOHNNY SUH was completely, utterly lost. he was lost in it, in you, in the sensation of you. he was lost in the way you milked him dry, giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of you , leaning forward with your back arched as you met his pace with swift, harsh bounces with a cigarette in your mouth. he was lost in the way you moaned his name, begging him to go harder, faster before whispering sweet nothings into his ear to push him off the edge. “tearing my pussy open, fuck,” you purred, your breath hot against his ear as the tip of your tongue danced alongside his earlobe, voice muffled with the filter between your lips. “fuck me so good, gonna make me squirt all over this dick.”

he was absolutely lost in it, letting himself absorb the sheer filth of it all. he allowed himself those few minutes of escape, of temporary pleasure. his hands groped the flesh of your tits, squeezing the soft skin and probing at your sensitive nipples. his mind was a mess as his hands slid down your waist before stopping at your hips, cupping your ass. he leaned forward to take your tit into his mouth, letting the other one collide with his cheek as he sucked around your nipple. his hands spanked the soft of your ass, his thumb coming down to probe at your tight, sensitive asshole. he’d never fully push it in, he’d just keep it there long enough to hear you moan some more, to feel you clench around nothing but his fingernail.

“you’re so pretty,” the praise would always come through before johnny could stop himself, the words leaving a bitter aftertaste as they passed his lips. he hated himself for speaking his thoughts aloud, even if it wasn’t intentional. he hated himself even more when you didn’t respond, flashing him a mere smile in response. you were too lost in what he had to offer, your cunt clenching around his dick as you leaned forward to press your lips to his. you placed a single kiss to his lips, enough to give him a taste of the smoke. you pulled away to press the filter to his lips, watching with hungry eyes as he took a long drag.

it was his favorite part, kissing you. it felt more intimate than the sex itself. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, he’d always give in one way or another. his lips clashed with yours, melting against them as he cupped your cheek. he exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip. you kissed him with desire, hunger, all the while he kissed you as if you were fragile, like you were on the verge of breaking. “your dick’s so fucking big, ’m close,” you whined, breaking the kiss to press your forehead against his.

he was just as close, thrusting upwards to match your speed. he practically felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tightened around his dick, your thighs slick with your juices and spread to give him the perfect view of your cunt swallowing him whole. you were greedy, but you were tempting, so he let you have him. he wanted more than what you were offering him, but he knew his chances were less than slim. he had broken up with his girlfriend and it left him heartbroken, in need of a distraction to fill the void. after a few bottles of beer and hours of consoling him, you had agreed to numb some of his pain, as friends. you had been fucking constantly, as friends. you were giving him everything he wanted, yet he wanted none of it. he had broken the first rule, and he wanted all of you. he hated himself for ever suggesting the entire ordeal, being friends with benefits. he didn’t want to be your friend, and he didn’t want these benefits anymore. he just wanted you.

“cum inside me,” you exhaled, your hair plastered to your forehead with sweat. you had never looked more tempting, riding his dick with a cigarette limp between your lips, tits shaking with every thrust he had to offer. “know you want to, johnny.” of course he wanted to, who wouldn’t? he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you in once more as his balls slapped against your ass, the angle allowing him to hit all the right spots.

he groaned in your ear, the sound of his raspy voice shooting straight through your core as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. you could practically feel him coming up your ribcage as he held you close, pounding into your pussy with all his might. the cigarette trembled between your fingers and, soon enough, you found yourself tossing it aside, your limbs too numb to hold onto anything but the weight of your lust. at first, you felt bad, knowing you were just using each other. you wanted to be more than his sanctuary, than his friend, but it was too late for that. you forced yourself to comply, and eventually, you let yourself enjoy it.

“i’m gonna—” johnny cut himself off with a grunt, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of your hips as he lifted himself once more, filling your pussy to the brim with a loud moan. he let go, his cock throbbing with your walls clenching around it as he came inside you, shooting thick ropes of sticky white into you. it felt too good, all of it. he loved how warm you were, how tight you felt, how he always felt like he was breaking you with nothing but the size of his cock.

you moaned at the feeling of his hot cum seeping into your cunt, the scent of smoke lingering in his mouth as you kissed him once more. then, you felt yourself fall apart. you came just as hard, your vision going blurry as you clenched around his softening cock, pussy tightening around it as it spasmed some more, as if to tell you that you had milked it dry once again. you fell apart as you leaned back onto your elbows, spreading your legs farther apart to give johnny one last peek. he saw it, the way his cock slipped out of you and pushed against your slit, oozing with cum he didn’t even know he had in him. he watched the way your cunt throbbed, some of his seed spilling out as you did so. his cock felt hot against your naked thigh, threatening to harden a second time.

the opportunity was cut short as you stood up, swinging you bare legs off the bed. “going so fast?” johnny didn’t mean for it to sound as desperate as it did, truly. he watched as you approached your desk, taking another cigarette from the box and pressing it to your lips. you looked too good to be true—your makeup was smeared with tears, your hair slick with sweat, your lips plump and swollen, every curve of your naked body mingling with the light that filtered through the curtains. you turned to face him with a smile, crossing your legs despite being on display for him once more.

“got a date scheduled,” your tone was casual, as if you were oblivious to the ache that flared up in his stomach as your words cut through the silence. you were, in fact, very oblivious. more smoked passed your lips as you flashed him a smile, tucking the filter back into your mouth as you slid your panties back on. “we can go again tonight if i come back.”

if you came back. it was almost like you wanted him to suffer, but you didn't. it was nobody’s fault but his own. the thought of another man having you in any way that came to mind made him sick to his stomach, but there was nothing he could do about it. you were just friends, after all. so, he forced himself to lean back, crossing his arms behind his head as he forced a smile. “i hope you have a great time,” he lied. everything about it was a lie, after all. you smiled, your gaze alive with light as you looked at him like he was all you had. he was. after all, he was your best friend.

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writemekpop · 2 years ago

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Do-Over | Johnny Suh

Summary: You give your kid’s deadbeat dad Johnny one last chance to step up. A snowstorm puts him in danger of letting you down yet again.

Genre: Baby daddy!Johnny, ex boyfriend!Johnny, angsty

Word Count: 1.2k

Johnny laughed at his reflection in the rear-view mirror. In his homemade costume, he looked like a turnip.

He was determined to go all the way for yours and his daughter Rakha’s play. He would make awful jokes, he would hold little Rakha on his shoulders, he would point her out to the other parents and say, That one’s mine!

He was ready to finally step up and be a father to his kid.

The bouquet of long-stemmed red roses for you was a bit much, he now realised. They were the floral equivalent of a confession of love. Maybe he should leave those in the car.

Thick snow piled up over everything. The world looked a day old.

The dash on his bust-up Ford Fiesta said 5:40pm. He might just make it to Rakha’s end-of-term play in time…

Then he turned a corner, and cursed. He had just hit a mile-long stretch of road where the snow had not been shovelled. The land ahead of him was as blank and lonely as a piece of paper.

There was no way to get through.

He whipped out his phone and tried to call you, but there was no signal.

He let his forehead fall forward in frustration.

He would never forget his last conversation with you.

“Just one more chance. Please.” he had begged, trailing you as you strode to your car. You strapped Rakha in the backseat without looking at him, then got in the front.

He held the car door open so you couldn’t shut him out.

You looked coldly up at him. “She barely recognises you, Johnny.”

“I’ll be at the next recital. On time. Early – early, in fact.”

When he saw that glint of steel in your eyes, he remembered why he had fallen in love with you. Your words cut like razors, but even as it ached, he loved you for it.

“Go get some sleep, Johnny,” you said. Your nose curled. “And a shower.”

You tried to close the door, but he stopped you one last time.

“Y/n” Johnny said quietly. “When will I see you again?”

You let out a shaky breath. “Fine. She has an end-of-term play. But if you don’t make it to this one… I don’t want to hear from you again.”

You stood at the back of the tiny church, glancing at the clock. You kept picturing Johnny thundering through the doors, blurting out apologies in his bull-in-a-china-shop way.

But he was nowhere to be seen.

You still worried about Johnny. You would never tell anyone this, but it was true.

Every night, you would get up at around midnight, leave the bed without waking your new boyfriend Mark, and walk out onto your tiny balcony. Standing there, you would silently ask the universe where Johnny was. If he was still living in his parents’ basement. If he was eating alright.

If he still thought about you.

Then you would go back to bed, without ever telling a soul what you had done.

The curtains opened for the play, and you applauded with all the other parents. You watched Rakha’s little face fall when she realised Johnny wasn’t with you.

That was when you realised. Just like Rakha, you had still secretly believed that Johnny would show up.

Of course, he’d forgotten.

You felt like an idiot.

Johnny felt a fire burn in his belly, despite the freezing air in the car.

He would get to that recital if it killed him.

It was a blizzard now, but he was only about twenty minutes’ walk from the church.

He pushed his way out of the car and started the slow trek, using an old map to shield his head. The wind howled in his ears. Each flake of snow was a tiny blade.

He couldn’t feel his fingers, but he was determined to keep going. It wasn’t just his baby girl he was fighting for.

It was you.

“You know what my husband Mr Giant likes best? Little girls on toast,” a girl in Rakha’s class shouted. “Quick, Jackie, hide!”

Rakha, who was playing Jackie in Jackie and the Beanstalk, jumped behind a cardboard cut-out of a pot.

There was silence.

That was when you realised your mistake. Unable to resist Johnny’s pleading, you’d let him play the Giant in the school play. It was a tradition that one parent would take part in the play with the children.

Rakha’s face started to turn red. Her eyes flicked to the door and back. The sight was torture for you.

You were rigid in your seat. Should you jump up and be the Giant?

Suddenly, the double doors at the back of the church slammed open. Everyone turned around.

A six-foot tall, monstrous figure limped into the room. It was shaking, and covered with snow and mud.

Its voice thundered through the room. “FEE-FI-FO-FUM! I smell the blood of an Englishwoman!”

All the kids squealed with joy. Even the teachers were laughing.

You were the only one not smiling.

Johnny’s half-hearted attempts at parenting were almost more painful than if he just disappeared. They made you hope. And hope was a road that led nowhere.

When the play was over, Johnny lifted Rakha up onto his shoulders. She proceeded to pull his ears and try to control his movements like a puppet.

When Johnny saw the look on your face, he put her down.

Your arms were crossed. “The play started at six, Johnny. Not six forty-five.”

Johnny explained everything about the snowstorm, and how he had to abandon his car.

You didn’t want to believe him, but you had to admit he was telling the truth. And… it was a little sweet how he’d learned all his lines.

Johnny smiled.

“What is it?” you said.

“I just realised how I remember this church.”

He walked into a dusty music room filled with old pianos and organs.

He turned to face you. “Have you really forgotten? My 18th…”

You chuckled, your face heating. “Oh my god. Was it really this room?”

Johnny pretended to lay himself seductively over a grand piano. “My very first time.”

“Shut up,” you said, grinning. Then you saw that he was serious. “I was your first?”

Johnny came close and placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on his shoulders, just as you used to do.

Johnny leaned slowly down and kissed you. His lips were unbearably sweet.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked quietly, though you already knew the answer.

“I want to try it for real,” Johnny said. “I want us to be a family.”

You wished you could be like your daughter Rakha. You wished you could love Johnny effortlessly, for love’s sake. Without having to remember all the times he had let you down.

It wouldn’t be that easy. You were a parent now.

But then, why it felt so natural so be in Johnny’s arms, despite the years you had spent apart. Johnny was your home. It was as simple as that.

“How about… we start with the Easter fair, and we can take it from there?”

Johnny was about to protest, but you put a finger to his lips.

You grinned. “Just to warn you… that costume of yours did not exactly hold up in the rain. You might want to put that jacket back on before somebody calls the police.”

Smirking, you walked away, leaving Johnny in that little hall.

They say you cannot choose your family. You could not choose whether or not to love Johnny.

You would always love him.

It was as simple as that.

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years ago

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Such a blessing 😍

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nsfwnct · 6 years ago

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That’s What You Get

Pairing: Johnny Seo + F Reader

Genre: SMUT

Type: Oneshot

Warnings: Goofy fluff, unprotected sex, Johnny being the cutest idiot, hickeys, shower sex.

Word Count: 1817

“Stop being an ass.”

You scolded Johnny as you slapped the back of his head.

“If Mark wants to be a basic bitch then let him.”

Mark, whom was pouting on the floor of the practice room, quickly stepped up to defend the choreography that you and Johnny were now eagerly taking jabs at.

“It’s a fun dance! It looks good!”

“Yeah, every other group on the planet agrees with you, too.”

You really couldn’t comprehend why he felt that the god forsaken ‘shoot’ dance was necessary here. This was Chain, not Cherry Bomb. You shivered at the memory of that god forsaken choreography. Those splits still haunt you.

“Mark, Baby, Sweet heart. You gotta know when to say when and I am saying when.”

Johnny was giggling to himself stupidly at the use of your many nicknames for Mark, enjoying how pouty Mark was getting at your teasing.

“Ya’ll don’t have to be such shits about it.”

He sulked as he stood up, ready for the others to get back from their break. The 7 other boys started filing in before you had a chance to check if Mark was actually upset. You flicked Johnny on the forehead to grab his attention.

“You’re apologising to him later.”

He whined at you for a second before Taeyong was pushing him to get up and join the rest of the group, shooting you a smile as he caught you and Win Win pulling faces at one another like school children.

Practice, as always, dragged on. You loved watching the boys dance but, God, the smell of sweaty men was the opposite of a blessing.

You watched patiently as they repeated their moves over and over, smiling to yourself every time someone made a ridiculous face or exaggerated their lines. You were slightly thrilled when Taeyong finally called an end to it all, rubbing his back as he threw himself down on the floor in front of you.

“You did good TY. You should go eat something.”

He rolled over and nodded, cringing as Johnny dropped down beside you and sloppily planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Dude, that’s gross.”

He scowled. Johnny was playfully rolling his eyes as you heard Hyuck shout ‘YOU’RE NASTY’ from across the room. You stood up, sticking your tongue out at Hyuck as you started dragging Johnny with you and out of the practice room, throwing ‘goodbye’s to the other boys like confetti.

You made sure to stop in with Mark and check if he was really mad first. He wasn’t. Not at you, at least. You’d make Johnny apologise later.

The two of you were quick to make your way out of the building, more than ready to go home and order takeout. He’d probably make you binge Stranger Things again tonight. You were fine with that, though. It was a good show, you know?

The drive to your apartment took much longer than you’d expected and you’d both started getting irritated due to your hunger and his overbearing sweaty smell. As soon as you got home you were pushing him toward the bathroom, making sure to check him out as he peeled his shirt off on the way.

Being the considerate girlfriend you are, you decided to order the food while he was cleaning up, pulling the menu you were all too familiar with from it’s place on the refrigerator.

“Do you want chicken?”

You shouted down the hallway.

“Yeah!”

You placed your order quickly, not needing to give them your address since they knew you so well already, well aware that you’d now have at least an hour and a half to kill.

Just as you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, you caught Johnny shouting.

“BAAAAABE, can you come here?”

You woefully threw yourself off the couch and dragged yourself out of the living room, opening the door and catching a cloud of steam right to your face.

“What’s with the sauna?”

You questioned.

“It’s cold out, let me live.”

You leaned on the sink, scoping out his body behind the wonderfully clear glass of the shower door as you asked him what on earth he could possibly need from you while he was in here showering.

“Actually, I just wanted the company.”

You can pretty much hear his smile. You couldn’t pretend it wasn’t a cute sentiment.

“You want me to hold a conversation with you while you’re wet and naked?”

“I do it for you all the time when we’re-”

“OKAAAAY I get it.”

You hid your face in your sweater as he laughed at you, opening the door slightly to stick his head out so you could properly see how he was raising his eyebrows at you.

“You could come in here with me if you’d prefer. It’s nice and warm.~”

You shook your head at him, already removing your leggings and raising a brow right back at him.

“If you insist.~”

Opening the door wider for you, he shuffled himself back more so you could stand under one of the shower heads. You felt blessed to have one on each side. It meant neither of you had to suffer whilst freezing to death.

“Nice to see you here.”

He pulled you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck and squeezing you.

“Some creep invited me into their shower. Who am I to say no?”

You felt his breath against you as he laughed and moved back from you, turning around and signalling that he wanted you to wash his hair for him.

“You realise I’m not 7 feet tall, right?”

“Shhh, I’ll kneel.”

He scoffed before making good on his promise and kneeling down in front of you. It was a weird position. You were used to it, though. Johnny always loved the intimacy of showers and he loved the feeling of your nails massaging his scalp even more so.

You took your favourite shampoo, knowing he preferred the smell, and began massaging a decent amount into his hair. You took longer than you needed to, of course. You liked to savour these strange bonding moments you had with him. Your concentration was broken when you heard a deep moan, trying to hide your amused giggle.

You poked his cheek and told him to get up, shaking your head at him when you realized that he now had a very prominent boner.

“This always happens. I swear to god, I should know better.”

He was quick to latch himself onto you after he rinsed his hair, wrapping his hands around your middle and planting sweet kisses to your neck.

“I’d say I’m sorry but, like you said, you should have known better.”

You both laughed as you gave in and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling his face up from your neck and into something that sort of resembled a kiss, though it was really just the two of you smiling against each others lips. You grabbed the back of his neck and guided the kiss into something more serious, feeling his groan against your mouth as he pulled your hips flush against him.

“If we slip, I’m eating your food and mine.”

He nodded and smiled for a second before hoisting you up by your thighs and wrapping your legs around him as carefully as he was capable of as he pressed you against the back wall, smart enough to keep you both between the streams of water where you’d be able to stay warm but not have water running all over your face.

You tapped his hip impatiently as you dragged your other hand down his chest, digging your nails into his abs slightly and savouring the deep groan it forced out of him. You felt him line himself up with your entrance and begin to slowly press himself into you as he caught your lips in a needy kiss that ultimately turned into him groaning against your mouth as you panted against his.

He was pretty big. The girth is what got you most, though. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to adjust to him fully.

“You okay?”

He asked, softly grinding his hips against you. You kissed him again and tightened your legs around him.

“Yeah.”

Your confirmation was all he needed as he moved his hands up your thighs to get a firmer grip and began thrusting into you firmly and fluidly. You were panting against his neck, whining occasionally and earning deep groans and whines from him as your nails dug into his back.

“Harder.”

He choked out.

You obliged and pressed your nails firmer against his back as his thrust became stronger and more desperate. His upper body pressed firmer against yours to stabilise himself so he could move one of his hands from your thighs to rub at your clit. You sucked a hickey into his shoulder, a high whine stuck in your throat as he pushed you over the edge, continuing to rub your clit as he reached his own high, arms shaking slightly as he released inside you, suffocating you against the wall in the best way possible.

You stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out of you and carefully set you down onto your feet, keeping an arm around you in case you slipped.

You were about to point out the hickeys that you’d absentmindedly littered his neck with when you heard a loud knock on the front door of your apartment. You shot him a sweet smile as you opened the shower door and pushed him out.

“Wait what, why me?!”

“I have to clean your cum off my thighs. You can get the damn door.”

You heard his childish ‘Gross!’ as he rushed to throw some sweats on and retrieve the food that you’d been waiting for.

You cleaned yourself up, threw on one of his sweaters (which you were sure was actually Jaehyun’s.) and skipped into the kitchen where your boyfriend was waiting, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, Youngho?”

You smirked, wrapping your arms around his waist and planting a kiss to his neck over the largest hickey you’d left.

“You could have told me, you shit.”

Brows raised, you jabbed his hip with your knuckle as you reached for the container that held the well earned treasure you had so patiently been waiting for.

“Remember how Mark was pouting earlier because you embarrassed him with me and didn’t apologise?”

He looked at you as if you were the most suspicious thing he’d seen in years and questioned you, confused.

“Yeah, we both made fun of Mark’s crappy meme choreography suggestion. What about it?”

Your smile was sarcastically sweet as you fell onto the couch, Johnny not noticing that you’d stolen a heaped portion of his chicken. You pointed your chopsticks at his neck, laughing as he rubbed at it.

“That’s what you get.”

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sweetlemontart · 3 years ago

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pink or blue | johnny suh [M]

summary ⇾ life couldn't be any more perfect. with johnny suh as your husband and the father of your daughter, you're perfectly content with your little family of three. your daughter, however, thinks there's something lacking still—a sibling. as a mother, you can't possibly refuse her request. you wonder, how does johnny feel about trying for another baby?

PAIRING // johnny suh x fem!reader

GENRE // explicit smut, lots of domestic fluff, just mc and johnny being cute parents

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, creampie, breeding obviously cause they tryna have a baby lol, oral sex (f & m receiving), some degradation, handjob, somnophilia i guess, fingering

WORD COUNT // 10.1k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // this is as self-indulgent as a fic can get :] literally, I grew up despising the idea of marriage or having a kid, but as soon as I started stanning Johnny Suh, suddenly I'm ready to be a housewife. I will crawl on my knees, I will cook and polish ur boots with my spit sir pls let me

Daeun is pouting, doe eyes blinking up at you innocently. You had been prepared to scold her but is now finding yourself in a dilemma as she pleads with you to let her have some milk chocolate in the sweetest voice she can muster up. "Please, can I have some, Mummy?"

You push yourself up from your seat, offering her your hand. She's beaming as she slips her tiny hand into yours, not wasting a single second before guiding you toward the table of sweets Jaehyun's wife had organised for her son's birthday party.

Jungwoo's standing by the table, nursing a glass of a mysterious red drink in his hand as he plucks a mini doughnut from the neat arrangement of sweets and candies on the table. He sees you approaching and smiles as he greets you.

Daeun ignores him completely, pointing at the tray of chocolate slices on the table. "That one, please."

Jungwoo pinches her cheek gently, gaining her attention. "You're not even going to say hi to Uncle Jungwoo?" he asks, pouting down at her playfully.

Your daughter is quick to hug one of his legs, pulling away just as quickly. "What are you drinking, Uncle Jungwoo?" Daeun is curiously looking at the glass in Jungwoo's hand.

"It's raspberry soda. Have you had some?"

Daeun crinkles her nose, shaking her head in disgust as she grabs your hand in her own, nuzzling close to your leg and almost losing her balance in the process. "Daddy says I shouldn't drink fizzy drinks. I don't like it anyway, it tickles my tongue."

"Yeah, well your daddy's right, soda's not very healthy for you."

"Then why are you drinking it?"

Jungwoo seems surprised by her question, taking a few seconds to come up with an answer. "Oh, well, I only drink it once in a while. It's okay if you don't drink it too often."

Daeun seems to have lost interest in her conversation with Jungwoo, tugging at your hand so you would look at her. "Can I have the chocolate now, Mummy?" she asks, thanking you once you hand her a relatively small piece.

Jungwoo's chuckling to himself as he watches your daughter with sparkling eyes. "You know, I'm surprised you and Johnny haven't decided to have another child yet. You'd be lucky to have another little one that's half as clever as this one," Jungwoo says, motioning to Daeun, who is oblivious to what he's saying as she nibbles on her chocolate.

You lightly pet Daeun's hair, pondering a little too long about Jungwoo's words. Johnny and you never explicitly discussed having another child after having Daeun, but she's about to turn four soon, and you don't think you want to wait any longer if you do decide to get pregnant again.

"I've thought about it, a lot, actually," you reply truthfully. "But... having Daeun has been more than enough for me so far, you know?"

"But doesn't she want a sibling at least? Being an only child isn't so fun, I think. I can't even begin to imagine how lonely I would've felt without my sister."

"Hm, you're right. Johnny's mother once told me she regrets not having another child. It's a good thing Johnny's a social butterfly, so he grew up just fine all by himself."

Jungwoo shrugs, smiling. "But not everyone's built like Johnny, right?"

Glancing down at Daeun, you nod. "Right. He's one of a kind, I guess."

You stay at the party for another two hours, spending your time talking to Johnny's friends and their wives as you keep a watchful eye on Daeun playing along with the other kids. Occasionally, Johnny would approach you, hugging you from behind or kissing your temple as he effortlessly joins in on your conversation.

You're speaking to Doyoung and his wife when Daeun suddenly approaches you, hair dishevelled and tiny mouth pulled down into a frown. "Tired, baby?" you ask her as you pick her up to sit her on your lap. She only hums, resting her head on your shoulder.

Johnny takes a seat beside you, cooing at his daughter as she yawns. As soon as Daeun recognises her father's voice, she's scurrying off your lap to climb into his. You let her, knowing the smell of Johnny's cologne helps lull her to sleep somehow.

"She's adorable," Youngmi, Doyoung's wife, remarks as she watches your daughter snuggle into Johnny's embrace. Her hand is splayed on her stomach, rubbing her baby bump affectionately.

You smile to yourself, thinking back to when you were pregnant with Daeun. Your relationship with Johnny had never been stronger than those months you were pregnant. He was always at your beck and call, never hesitating to help you whenever you needed something, even after you insisted that you were more than capable of doing those things by yourself.

He had been nothing but loving to you during those nerve-racking months, frequently showering you with compliments whenever he noticed you staring dejectedly at your enormous belly in the mirror. Being pregnant hadn't been easy, but you got through it with Johnny's help and support.

Even after you had given birth, Johnny never stopped proving himself to be the best husband and father. It hadn't been easy the first year, with Daeun constantly testing your limits of becoming new parents, crying at ungodly hours during the night and wreaking havoc in your day-to-day life that used to be so ordinary before she came along. But you wouldn't have it any other way, not when Johnny's by your side, always managing to cater to both you and his daughter and making it look so easy.

As expected, Daeun falls asleep rather quickly in her father's arms with her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Youngmi and Doyoung keep you company for a few more minutes before Johnny finally decides to call it a day.

With Daeun tucked in his arm, he wraps his other arm around your waist as you both bid farewell to everyone still at the party. You wish Jaehyun's son a happy birthday once more before finally leaving.

You and Johnny speak in hushed tones throughout the ride back home, not wanting to wake your napping daughter. The silence in the car allows your mind to wander back to what Jungwoo had said to you back at the party. Maybe it isn't such a bad idea to have another baby. Daeun had turned out to be such a loving and kind child, and she deserves a sibling.

You twist your body to look at the backseat where your daughter sleeps in her booster seat, lips parted and head sagging slightly to the left. Johnny doesn't miss the affection in your eyes when you turn back to the front, but you're glad he doesn't question it.

Once you've arrived back home, Johnny immediately carries Daeun to her room, making sure not to disturb her afternoon nap, knowing how grumpy she can get whenever she doesn't get at least two hours of sleeping time during the day.

You feel slightly on edge as you clean yourself in the shower, mind reeling with the thought of trying for another baby. After having Daeun, many things had to be sacrificed in favour of being new parents, including your time spent being intimate with Johnny. Sure, there were times when you and Johnny found yourself alone and used your limited time to catch up on your sex life, but the both of you are fully aware that your daughter should and will always remain your priority.

You hear the bathroom door open and look up through the fogged glass to see Johnny's outline entering the bathroom. He sighs as he strips out of his clothes, and you open the shower door as an invitation for him to get in.

He's worn out, you can tell from his sagged shoulders and lazy smile, but you don't miss the way his dark eyes trail over your body as he approaches you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin dripping with water.

"Is Daeun still asleep?"

You're sure Johnny doesn't miss the suggestive implication of your question, but he only replies with a nod before closing the shower door.

The groan he lets out as soon as he steps under the scalding water has heat flooding your stomach as you recall the shameless sounds he would make as the both of you make love. He tilts his head back, baring his neck to you. Even after so many years together, the sight of him naked like this never fails to mesmerise you. Everything about him has fire pooling low in your belly, eager to be doused by his touch.

"Johnny," you murmur, stepping closer to him and letting the water rain down on the both of you.

He doesn't hesitate to circle his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him so you can feel his slowly hardening member press against the apex of your thighs. He chuckles when you gasp as you stumble into him. "All these years, and you're still so responsive whenever I do something? Shouldn't you be used to me by now, baby?"

In your hazy state, it takes a few seconds to comprehend what he had said to you, but you decide not to reply, pressing your lips to his instead. You feel the wetness between your thighs when you clench them, and it only encourages you to move things faster, desperate to have Johnny inside you after days of not having the time to touch each other at all.

Johnny's tongue brushes against your lower lip, seeking entrance. You allow him, of course, moaning when his tongue breaches through your parted lips and tangles with yours. Your hand is wandering down his shoulder to the plane of his chest, descending lower until you're scraping your blunt nails on the groove of his abs, and finally... they reach their destination.

You pull your mouth away from his to look down as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, squeezing it and smiling when you hear him groan. He's nibbling on your earlobe as you stroke him to full hardness, mumbling praises into your ear. "Feels good, baby, keep going for me, just like that."

A bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head of his cock, and you bend at the waist to wrap your mouth around the tip, tongue brushing over the slit to taste him.

Johnny's hands immediately fall to each side of your head, fingers delving into your hair as you kneel onto your knees. The wet tiles underneath you are uncomfortable, but that's the least of your concern when you have Johnny in your mouth like this, trying his hardest not to buck his hips in order not to choke you. He's looking down at you with so much hunger in his eyes, and you can't help but moan around him as your eyes flutter close, imagining how good it would feel once he was finally inside of you.

With each bob of your head, you try to take more and more of him into your mouth, but you find yourself overestimating your capability, gagging each time you attempt to go any further. Johnny must notice this because he's calling your name in the softest voice and smiling at you when you pry your eyes open to look up at him. "Easy, don't rush it. You're making me feel good either way."

With newfound determination, you start to move your head once again, hollowing your cheeks and pumping the part of him you have a hard time reaching in your fist. "F-fuck, your mouth feels so good around me..."

He's guiding you with his hands, grip in your hair tightening whenever you swirl your tongue around the tip and dipping it into the slit. You find yourself beginning to grow irritated when Johnny throws his head back, breaking the heated eye contact you had been holding with him. In an attempt to gain his attention again, you finally pull your fist away from the base of his cock, promptly replacing it with your mouth.

You gag when you feel him against the back of your throat, but you continue to take him deeper nonetheless, not stopping until the tip of your nose brushes against the coarse hair growing on his pelvis. "Oh, shit... shit- slow down, baby."

You stay there until you feel yourself run out of breath, pulling back with a sharp inhale. Johnny is panting when you look up at him. You can't help the satisfaction that runs through you when you see his eyes are fixed on you once again, although they're slightly unfocused and hazy.

You barely allow yourself to catch your breath before you're taking him into your mouth again, tongue skimming across the protruding vein running down his shaft. A gargled moan rumbles from your throat as you push forward, ignoring the voice in your head screaming at you to pull back and take a breath.

You close your eyes as you deepthroat him, letting the tears blurring your eyes trickle down your cheeks. You hear Johnny hiss through his teeth when you swallow around him, one of his hands withdrawing from your head to slam against the shower door.

He chuckles when you pull off of him, eyes looking up at him as if you're waiting for him to praise you. You're panting as you kneel on the floor, knees aching and hands balled into fists against Johnny's hips. "It almost seems like you're trying to prove a point to me," he says with a wide grin, brushing your wet hair back to tuck them behind your ears.

"I'm not trying to prove anything."

With Johnny's help, you manage to pull yourself up from your kneeling position, wincing when you feel the soreness on your knees. You're grateful for your husband's sturdy build as he circles his arms around you, letting you put most of your weight on him.

"Yeah?" He pecks your swollen lips. "So you weren't trying to make me cum in record time?"

"If I wanted to do that, you would've done it by now," you mumble, slipping your hand between your bodies to grasp at him.

He steps forward, carefully dragging you along with him. When your back finally meets the shower wall, Johnny reaches behind him to turn off the water. "Well, for the record, I was only seconds away from cumming before you stopped."

The gentle stroking motion of your hand on his cock halts when he suddenly buries his face in the crook of your neck, mouth latching onto a spot that has you gasping out loud in the humid bathroom. The steam from the hot water has created a thin mist in the air, leaving you lightheaded whenever you breathe in, but you suspect much of what you're feeling is because of Johnny.

"J-Johnny," you stutter, trembling when he turns you around. Your palms are pressed against the wall as Johnny seizes your waists in his hands, pulling your hips back. "Please, need you..."

He squeezes the flesh of your ass before trailing his fingers down to your core, sliding two fingers along your slit. You stiffen, gritting your teeth when his fingertips ghost over your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Not yet, princess. I need to stretch you out with my fingers first. Need to make sure your pussy can handle all of me, right?" He ends his question with a not-so-gentle swipe of his fingers on your clit.

You nod your head frantically, looking over your shoulder to look into his eyes as you plead. "Yes, please, please, Johnny-"

He presses his mouth to yours, effectively cutting off your pleading. You kiss him back, gasping when he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. Your fingers curl in anticipation against the tile wall when his digits finally slip through your entrance, pressing in until they're knuckles-deep.

You lean the side of your head against the wall in front of you, breaths coming out in short puffs. Johnny is pressing kisses to your bare shoulder, muttering praises into your ear whenever you whine and arch into the wall. "My good girl. All nice and wet for me. You just can't wait to have me inside you, don't you?"

"Yes! Y-Yes, please..."

He curls his fingers, stroking your velvet walls, revelling in the stuttered moan that slips past your lips when he does. "Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good girl?"

"There, right there... Gonna cum, Johnny, g-gonna cum!"

Johnny has the audacity to chuckle under his breath when he feels you tightening around his fingers, only seconds away from crumbling right in front of his eyes. He loves the sight of you like this, so compliant and ready to please him. You're still so sensitive to his touch, as though every time he touches you, he's touching you for the very first time again, in his old bedroom, under the covers at midnight.

As you reach your high, Johnny watches in awe as you arch against the wall, choked moans escaping your lips. He thinks you're still just as beautiful as the first time he ever saw you, maybe even more beautiful now that you've carried his baby in your stomach.

A thought passes his mind, a vision of your stomach all big and swollen with his baby, but he loves you too much to pressure you for another baby when you've still got your hands full with Daeun. He doesn't want to burden you, so he says nothing, pushing the fleeting thought into the back of his mind.

Your thighs are shaking from the effort of holding yourself up after such an intense orgasm. It doesn't take long for Johnny to notice your buckling knees, and he's quickly wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in his hold.

You feel him nuzzle his face into your neck, brushing the tip of his nose against your pulse point. You're trying to catch your breath, knowing your time is extremely limited and Daeun will most likely be waking up in the next hour or so, but you find yourself recovering rather quickly when you feel his length resting heavily against your back.

"Need you inside, please..."

Johnny chuckles, feigning amusement, although you know he's just as eager as you are. You feel the tip of his cock brush over your slit and you jolt.

"W-Wait, Johnny..."

"Hm?"

Your words feel like a lump in your throat as Johnny looks down at you questioningly. You've talked to Johnny about having another baby, and you know he's open to the idea from the previous discussions you've had, but so far, he hasn't said anything and you're starting to wonder about whether he still wants to expand this little family you both created.

"I was thinking... what if we-"

The loud banging on the door cuts you off, followed by your daughter's voice, still croaky from being asleep. "Mummy, are you in here?"

"I'm here, sweetheart? Is something wrong?"

"I'm hungry, I tried to find Daddy, but he- um, I can't find him anywhere."

"Okay, honey. Can you go wash your face and wait in the living room for me? I'll be right out, okay?"

You hear her call back to you before you hear soft footsteps padding out of the bedroom. Johnny chuckles when you breathe out with relief, turning the shower back on so the both of you can wash off the sweat and the slick on your skin.

"You think she woke up cause you were too loud?" Johnny jokes once the both of you have thoroughly cleaned yourself.

You look at him with mild horror as you dry yourself off. "I'm really hoping she didn't hear anything."

"She wouldn't understand even if she heard anyway."

"That doesn't exactly make me feel any better."

As you wrap yourself in a towel, ready to exit the bathroom, you can't help but let your eyes wander down Johnny's figure. His cock still stands upright, and you look up at him pitifully. "Hey, I'll go take care of her. Why don't you stay in here a little longer and take care of your little problem, hm?"

You don't give him a chance to refuse, quickly leaning up and pecking him on the lips before slipping out of the bathroom. Your bedroom door is slightly ajar, the only indication your daughter had been in the room. The sound of one of Daeun's favourite cartoons playing on the TV can be heard as you rummage through your closet for some clothes to wear.

You let your mind wander back to the incident in the bathroom. You had been so close to telling Johnny about your little predicament. Now that you think back about it, perhaps the bathroom isn't the best place to talk about such a heavy topic.

Daeun's still a little disoriented when you finally give her some snack, blinking sleepily at the TV as she munches away on her food. When you ask her the reason why she woke up from her nap so early, she sheepishly admits that she had a nightmare. Her lips tremble as she recounts her dream, but she manages to hold back her tears. You make sure to praise her for being so brave.

Johnny arrives a little later, dressed in a clean pair of sweatpants and a comfortable white shirt. Daeun's mindlessly watching the TV, still drowsy from having been awakened from her nap too soon.

Johnny leans over the back of the couch to embrace his daughter and plant kisses all over her small face. Daeun bursts into fits of laughter, the cartoon she had been watching long forgotten as she tries to push Johnny away. "D-Daddy, no! No! Mummy, help!" She's squealing, trying to roll as far away from her father as she can.

Her efforts prove to be futile when Johnny suddenly picks her up from the couch, carrying her to the kitchen where you stand behind the counter, making yourself some tea.

Johnny stands beside you, swiftly kissing your temple before setting Daeun down on the counter. You find it so endearing when her little legs dangle over the edge, swinging back and forth as she grins up at her father.

"Mummy, do you smell that?" Johnny suddenly asks you, sniffing the air.

You set down your cup of tea to copy his action. "Smell what?"

He leans down toward Daeun, burying his nose into her hair before recoiling back with a look of faux disgust, which earns a giggle from Daeun, who has grown to be familiar with her father's teasing nature. "I think it's little Daeun here who's stinky because she hasn't had a shower yet."

"But I don't wanna shower yet."

Johnny hums. "How about a bath then? I'll make sure to put in some of that soap that turns the water all bubbly."

Daeun perks up at that, eyes widening as she enthusiastically nods, reaching up to wrap her arms around Johnny's neck. "Alright, bub, come on. Let's get your stinky bum in the bath and get you cleaned up before dinner, hm?"

"I don't stink, Daddy." You hear her mumble as Johnny carries her towards the hallway. You watch from your spot in the kitchen, heart feeling full at the sight of your daughter leaning her head against your husband's shoulder. Maybe another child wouldn't be so bad.

You smile down at Daeun from where you sit beside her on her bed, brushing your fingers through her hair and watching as her eyelids start to droop from fatigue as you sing her a lullaby. It's a song your mother used to sing to you when you were only a child.

Upon reaching the end of the song, you prepare to stand up and let Daeun sleep for the night, but it seems she has something to say before you leave. "Daddy said Uncle Mark and Auntie Erin are going to get another baby."

"Oh... Daddy said that, did he?"

Daeun only nods, tugging her fluffy blanket up to her chin. You can't help but coo quietly at her adorable doe eyes and pudgy cheeks.

"Are you excited to see the baby? You'll be able to see him in a few months."

To your surprise, Daeun shakes her head, lips forming into a pout. "But Uncle Mark's not going to let the baby stay here with us."

Chuckling, you lean down to press a kiss on Daeun's forehead. "Of course the baby's not going to be with us all the time, honey, but we'll visit them when we have time, and we'll invite them over so you can play with Myunghee and Minjun... and the little baby."

"Why can't we just get another baby, Mummy?"

You blink, startled by the implication behind your daughter's words. When you had told Johnny that you would tuck Daeun into bed, you hadn't been expecting to have this conversation. Daeun seems wide awake now, staring up at you with anticipation.

With a nervous laugh, you take her small hand into yours, rubbing your thumb over her chubby fingers. "That's going to take many, many months. You really wanna wait that long?"

Daeun doesn't hesitate to nod enthusiastically, her dark eyes sparkling with excitement. "As long as they can stay with us forever."

You entertain the thought for a few seconds, recalling the time when Daeun was only a baby and the way you and Johnny were eager yet frightened to be new parents. You recall the sleepless nights and the exhausting day-to-day routines. Looking at Daeun now, you know you would do it over and over again if you could. Watching her grow has been the greatest privilege, and having Johnny by your side throughout the journey has only made it so much better.

"Alright, how about you go to sleep now, and we'll talk about it with Daddy tomorrow morning, hm?"

"And we can get the baby tomorrow?"

"We'll see how Daddy feels about it, okay?"

"Okay... you promise?"

You nod, smoothing down the blanket on top of her body as she shifts to her side to get into a more comfortable position.

"Love you, Mummy. Oh, and tell Dad I love him too."

"I will. I love you... so much. Sleep tight, my little bear."

Daeun's smile at the term of endearment doesn't go unnoticed by you as you slip out of the room, closing the door gently behind you. You don't immediately walk away, leaning your back against the door, sighing blissfully at how perfect everything feels at this moment. A wonderful husband, the most beautiful daughter, how much better could it get?

Johnny's sitting in his home office reviewing some documents when you walk in with a dazed smile on your face. He watches you round his desk to get to his side before leaning back against the edge.

Setting his reading glasses down, his hand immediately reaches up to rest on your bare thigh, brushing up and down. "Something wrong?" Johnny asks after a while of silence.

You blink a few times as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing your mind. The hazy look in your eyes is still present when you shake your head no. "No, no, nothing's wrong."

"Mhm, if you say so." Johnny doesn't say anything more after this, knowing something is definitely on your mind. He wants you to be comfortable enough to say it to him on your own instead of having to coax it out of you. You've been married for a few years, after all, and Johnny is a firm believer that communication is key in any relationship.

You're fiddling with the collar of his shirt, a telltale sign you're anxious about something. Frankly, Johnny's slightly upset you're having a hard time telling him something that has been weighing on your mind. Your struggle to confide in him—your husband, the person you're supposed to trust with your life—only indicates to him that he has been doing something wrong this whole time.

When you say his name quietly, he hums, listening intently to whatever it is you're about to say. "When you were a kid... did you ever feel lonely? As an only child, I mean."

Johnny hadn't been expecting this question at all. "Um, sometimes. I mean, I had a lot of friends, so that made up for it, I guess."

"Were there times when you wanted to have a sister or a brother?"

"Occasionally, yeah. Gets boring at home when the only people with you are your parents. No bantering, no playfighting. I used to get so excited when my cousins would come over. Why are you asking, anyway? Do you miss your family?"

You're quick to shake your head, brushing off his concern. "No, no, it's not that. I was just wondering."

The corners of his lips tug up into a grin. "Have you been talking to my mum? Is she saying stuff again? She just loves exposing my embarrassing childhood stories, doesn't she?"

You laugh, genuinely entertained by his assumption. "Aw, she just doesn't want to forget those moments, you know? One day you were this cute, little kid, and then next, you were a teenager with an emo haircut, and now you're this tall, brooding, handsome man."

"And this tall, brooding, handsome man is married to the most beautiful, amazing, sexy woman."

"Alright, alright, no need to make it about me," you quip, smiling when Johnny erupts into laughter.

For the first time since you came into the room, Johnny takes his time to take in your appearance, drinking in the way the black, satin night robe glides against your skin when his hand on your thigh inches closer toward the dip of your hips. He's confused, however, when his fingers reach your hips but feels nothing there—no fabric, no cloth, only skin.

His eyes meet yours, and you're able to pinpoint the exact second he realises you're bare of any clothes underneath the robe. His eyes darken, lips parting to exhale a soft breath.

"Pleasant surprise," he mutters, moving his chair to the side to position himself in front of you. "You went and kissed our daughter goodnight wearing nothing but a robe? That's so filthy," he jokes, grinning when he feels you squirm under his touch.

"You say that as if you weren't just about to put your dick in me when she came knocking on our bathroom door today."

Johnny chuckles, leaning down in his seat to press his mouth to your thigh. "Don't act like you weren't begging for it, princess."

With a smile, you push yourself off the desk, pretending to walk away. "Fine then, we'll see who's going to be begging now- hey!"

Johnny has grabbed your wrist, tugging you back rather forcefully. He pushes himself off the chair, rising to his full height. A breath of his name slips through your lips as you look up at him, and he grins. He loves the fact that you're always so taken aback by how much taller he is compared to you.

He presses himself flush to your small frame, cupping your cheek in one hand and leaning down to capture your lips with his. He tilts his head at the last second, nose smashing against your cheek. The kiss is feverish, the hunger obvious in the way he moves his mouth against yours. You squirm against him when his tongue licks at your bottom lip, requesting entrance.

One of Johnny's hands reaches down to grab at the back of your thigh, urging you to hook it around his hips as he picks you up to sit you down on his desk. It takes every last strength you have in order to pull away from the kiss, swallowing when you see the wetness of both yours and his spit coating his swollen lips.

You set your hands on his chest when he tries to dive back in, pushing slightly to keep him from kissing you again. "Wait, Johnny," you mutter, trying to catch your breath.

He pulls away, putting some distance between your body and his. You shake your head, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him back to you.

He obliges, both hands coming to rest on your thighs, gliding up and down as if to comfort you. "So something is wrong." He doesn't sound disappointed when he says it. In fact, he seems more concerned than anything else. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

You give him an appreciative smile, nodding. "It's just, I- uhm..." You can't help but break eye contact, his gaze sending your thoughts into turmoil as you try to figure out how to approach the subject.

"Hey," Johnny mumbles, cupping your chin to bring your gaze back to his. "If you don't feel like doing anything tonight, we don't have to-"

"No, no, Johnny, I want to... Trust me, I want this," you quickly assure him.

Your husband nods, shifting on his feet slightly. The movement causes the strained bulge in his pants to press against you. The friction of his sweatpants on your wet heat sends a sharp surge of pleasure to run up your spine. "Ohh..."

You grab at his hip, pulling at his lower half, using your grip on his shoulder as leverage to buck your hips up from the desk. "F-Fuck, Johnny."

Johnny's lips part as he looks down, eyes zeroing in on the way your glistening pussy drags across the front of his sweatpants, staining the fabric with your slick. His cock hardens even more at the sound of your whines. "Baby," he says, groaning at a particular pressure that sends his mind spiralling. He almost forgets what he was going to say.

Your arms circle his neck, fingers burying themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. Your movement is frantic, uncoordinated. You're desperate to reach your high.

"Look at me," Johnny demands, fingers digging into your hips to keep himself grounded. When your eyes meet, he has to restrain himself from pushing his pants down his hips and taking you right then and there. "What were you trying to tell me before, hm?"

You shake your head frantically, stomach tensing the closer you get to your climax. "After... I'll tell you after, just, please... I need this."

He chuckles, giving into your request. He hasn't done anything to you yet, but you're already such a mess for him. "Promise you'll tell me after, or I won't fuck you," he warns.

You mindlessly nod. "O-Okay, I promise... Kiss me, Johnny, please," you plead.

Johnny gives in yet again, kissing you while reaching a hand between your bodies. He lays his palm flat on your stomach, dragging it down slowly until the pad of his thumb meets your clit.

You break the kiss, a loud whine slipping past your lips as Johnny continues to draw tight circles on your bundle of nerves. Johnny can't help but smirk at your reaction, trailing his mouth down to your jaw and then your neck. At that moment, he's glad his home office is nowhere near his daughter's bedroom.

When one of your hands tug at the hem of his white shirt, Johnny withdraws for a moment to take off his shirt, tossing it onto the chair behind him. This earns an appreciative moan from you, who immediately rake your nails down his toned stomach.

Your head lolls to the side as he sucks marks onto the skin of your neck. Your legs are trembling from the effort of keeping them up, and you circle your legs around Johnny's slender waist, digging your heels into the back of his thighs.

The action only brings him even closer to you, and the sudden pressure on your heat makes you moan Johnny's name. "P-Please, can I cum? Please, Johnny..."

Johnny pulls away from your neck, biting back a groan when he sees you've untied your robe, exposing your breasts. He's tempted to put your nipple into his mouth, but he resists the urge, wanting to see you unravel from grinding against his clothed cock.

You jolt when Johnny palms at your right breast, twisting the stiff nub between two fingers. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes... please, yes."

Johnny's hand on your thigh slides up to underneath your ass, aiding you in rutting against him. "Cum for me, then. Make a mess all over my pants, hm?"

Johnny swears he almost reaches his own high when you cum with a high-pitched cry. The way you gasp and tremble against him drives him crazy, and he has to back his hips away from yours to stop himself from exploding, much to your dismay.

"F-Fuck... that felt so good," you murmur once you've caught your breath, looking up at Johnny through hooded eyes.

He pecks your lips once before looking down at his pants, causing you to follow his line of sight. Johnny can only smirk at the way your face flushes crimson when you notice the wet patch of your slick on his pants.

"We've been together for so many years, and you're still shy about making a mess on my pants? You're unbelievable," he remarks, dragging his hand down the valley of your breast, feeling you shiver under his soft touch.

"That's 'cause I'm not as shameless as you," you fire back, eyes locked on his naked torso. You reach out with your hand, languidly tracing the ridges of his abs, swallowing hard at how delectable your husband looks in the low light of the office room.

You're confused when Johnny suddenly bends at the waist, aligning his face to your core. He places his hands underneath your thighs, spreading your legs open and leaning in close.

"Johnny, what do you think you're doing!"

He ignores you, mouth closing around your pussy, tongue lapping up the remnants of your cum. You almost collapse back against his desk from surprise, but you manage to support yourself with your hands. You feel dizzy, still sensitive from your previous orgasm.

Johnny doesn't leave a single inch of skin untouched, tongue licking over your pulsing hole, dragging up your slit before flicking against your clit. You're heaving when he pecks the swollen nub once more before returning to his standing position.

He chuckles when he sees your chest rising up and down rapidly as you try to get enough air into your lungs. Your juices coats his mouth and chin, and you frantically pull him down by his arms to kiss him.

Johnny groans when you start leaving open-mouthed kisses down his chin, trying to taste yourself on his skin. "Sweet," you mutter when you pull away, licking at your lips as if you can't get enough of the taste of your own essence.

You start tugging down at his sweatpants, mind set on being stuffed full by your husband's cock. Johnny stops you by grabbing your wrists. "Please, Johnny, I can't wait any longer..."

"I know, baby." Johnny brings your hands up to his mouth, kissing the back of both hands before smiling down at you tenderly. "But you promised me, remember?"

You blink, not registering what he's talking about for a couple of seconds.

"What did you want to tell me before? I wasn't lying when I said I wouldn't fuck you until you tell me."

"Oh..."

Johnny hooks both his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants, dragging it down his legs. His boxer comes next, and your mind short-circuits briefly at the sight of Johnny standing in all his naked glory, eyes peering down at you as if he wants to devour you whole.

You gasp when he takes hold of your calf, yanking you closer toward the edge of the desk. Your robe slips from your shoulders, leaving you just as naked as Johnny.

Johnny steps closer to you, taut balls pressed against your dripping cunt. He grabs the base of his cock, squeezing a few times before pumping up the length of it, allowing more pre-cum to leak out at the tip.

He drags the tip over your slit, soaking it in your juices. Your breath hitches when he places his cock head against your entrance. To your disappointment, the stretch never comes.

"Johnny, please," you plead, heel digging into the back of his thigh in hopes of getting his cock to slip in. Johnny is much stronger than you, so he resists your efforts easily.

"Then start talking, sweetheart."

Johnny hisses when your small hand suddenly wraps around his member, pumping just slow enough that it doesn't give him much relief at all.

"I think..." you begin, eyes meeting his.

Johnny nods, eyes threatening to close from the feeling of your delicate hand tugging at his cock. "Think what?"

"I think Daeun wants a sibling."

Johnny feels his mind clear entirely, and he grabs at your hand around his cock, halting your motion. "So this is why you were asking about my childhood. Did she say that?"

"Yeah. I think you might've given her the idea when you told her Mark is expecting another baby."

You're still not sure whether Johnny is pleased or concerned. His face remains expressionless, and for a second, fear washes over you. "Johnny, it's alright if you don't want-"

"What did you tell her?"

"Well, I told her we'd talk about it with you over breakfast tomorrow."

"What did you want to say?"

You pause, gazing into his eyes, wishing you could simply see into his mind and know what he's thinking of. "I, uhm... I mean, I wanted to say yes. I'd love to have another baby. But Johnny, if you don't think it's the right time-"

"How long have you wanted this?"

You search his eyes, gathering up the courage to confess the truth. "Since a long time ago," you admit sheepishly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Johnny feels like an absolute hypocrite. He has always wanted the both of you to trust each other enough to tell each other everything, yet he himself has been doing the exact opposite.

"Then... I'm sorry as well. I've thought about it so many times before, but seeing you take care of Daeun- I just didn't want to burden you even more."

Everything feels so outlandish. If only you or Johnny had been honest enough to disclose your feelings from the beginning, all this mishap would've been avoided, and Daeun might already have a sibling by her side.

"We should probably work on our communication, huh?"

"Yeah... Let's start from now."

"The better communication or the trying to have a baby?"

"Both... Here, I'll go first. I'm going to fuck you full of my cum tonight, and you're going to keep it in you like a good girl until tomorrow morning, then I'm going to fuck it back into you as soon as you wake up. We're going to keep doing that until I knock you up with my baby. Sounds good to you?"

His words render you speechless, and you snicker as you shake your head in disbelief. "You're off to a pretty good start, I'd say."

"Yeah? You should do your part as well, then." Johnny eases into you without warning, and you sigh at the familiar burn. Your arms wrap around his neck, using it as purchase as Johnny inches into you little by little as if he's trying to commit the feeling to his memory.

"Johnny, don't stop," you sigh out, resting your head against his chest with your eyes closed, savouring how utterly full you feel as Johnny finally buries his whole cock into you.

"F-Fuck, never gonna stop when you feel like this, princess," Johnny grunts, rolling his hips experimentally when he feels you start to relax against him. "So fucking tight. Almost like I haven't fucked you countless times before, hm?"

"Oh god, please..." Your eyes roll back when Johnny snaps his hips against yours, your slick splattering against his pelvis.

"Almost as if I've never gotten you pregnant before, all swollen and so pretty for me." Johnny wraps his arms around your waist to bring you closer to him. The sound of his hips slapping against yours echoes throughout the room—sharp, hard.

He buries his face into the crook of your neck, pressing his mouth to the patch of skin behind your ear. The action feels so intimate somehow, and you moan, fire spreading through your veins like wildfire. "S-So good, Johnny... Your cock feels so good in me..."

"Yeah?" he mutters against your ear, hot breath making you shudder. "You love this cock, right?"

"Fuck yes, l-love your cock." The drag of his cock against your walls makes you feel delirious—the way you can feel the veins running along his length rub against you and the way the tip of his cock reaches so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach.

Johnny reaches behind you, clearing his desk of sheets of paper and his reading glasses. "Lie back for me, won't you?"

You listen to him, of course. The change of position has you sighing in relief, the tension in your lower back disappearing now that you're lying down. Johnny lifts both your legs to settle on his shoulders, pushing your legs tighter together, pussy milking his cock even more.

The squelching noise of your soaked cunt can be heard as Johnny continues to pound into you. He grabs onto your thighs, pulling at the meaty flesh, watching the way his cock disappears into your tight heat.

He watches the way you lift your arms above your head, grabbing at the edge of his desk as your eyes flutter close. The stuttered moans you let out spurs Johnny to go faster, cock rubbing you raw.

Your throat feels dry with how much you've been moaning, lost in the ecstasy, and spit gathers on your tongue. Swallowing is a difficult task as Johnny keeps drilling into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

"Hm, gonna get you pregnant again... show everyone how good I breed you, princess. That's all you're good for, right? Being a good wife and carrying my baby."

Your nails dig into the desk, head rolling to the side. Drool drips out of your mouth, pooling on the wooden desk. You can focus on nothing but your impending orgasm. Whenever the tip of his cock grazes your cervix in the slightest, your walls clamp down harder, making Johnny's thrust falter.

His hands settle on your hips, thumbs stroking over the faint stretch marks on your lower stomach—an indication that you've carried his child before. The sight drives Johnny wild, breath hitching in his throat when he realises you'll soon have another baby in your stomach, and he'll watch you swell up again, all glowing and radiant.

"F-Fuck, baby... you're driving me fucking insane," Johnny mutters, cock twitching.

"Johnny, please, I'm-" your back arches, hands scrambling to grab onto his wrists as your orgasm approaches. "I'm-ugh, Johnny-"

"Shh, I know. You can cum, princess. Cum for me, and I'll give you my baby..."

You force your eyes open, looking at Johnny through blurry eyes. Johnny's grip on your waist tightens when he sees your fucked out expression, tongue lolling out the corner of your mouth and hair sticking to your damp forehead and temple.

You look at him with what can only be described as lovestruck eyes, admiration and lust evident in them. His pace doesn't slow as your orgasm wracks through you, hips jerking up, trying to force his cock deeper inside you.

You can hear nothing but white noise, the consuming pleasure so much more than you thought you could handle. You sob—a sound of relief and exhilaration as slick pours out of you, coating Johnny's cock.

It takes a while for you to register Johnny's hand on your cheek, coaxing you out of your post-orgasm haze as he chases his own release. "J-Johnny," you weakly mumble, powerless against the mix of pain and pleasure as Johnny fucks you into overstimulation.

Your legs are no longer on his shoulders, now wrapped around his waist, allowing him to lean down and rest some of his weight on you. "I'm right here, princess... 'm here. Just a little more for me, alright?"

Johnny latches his mouth to your nipple, sucking and tugging at it. He feels as though he's in heaven as he listens to your tiny squeaks and whimpers.

"Can't, Johnny..."

"You can, baby, I know you can. You want my cum, don't you?"

That's all it takes for him to convince you that you can, in fact, take him for a little longer.

"Y-Yes, please, Johnny. Want your cum, want you to knock me up," you blabber, wincing at the stinging pain on your lower half.

"Good fucking girl, my filthy baby, f-fuck..."

You gasp when Johnny pushes himself as deep as he can into you, eyes snapping open at the feel of his warm load shooting into your womb. His thrusts are shallow, cock only withdrawing a few inches before sinking in again. He grunts against your chest, ropes of his cum filling you, some squirting out with an obscene noise, leaking onto the desk.

"Ohh, fuck..." Johnny drawls, chest heaving and brain fuzzy from his powerful orgasm. His heart thrums in his chest, and he pulls you into a soft kiss. "I love you," he says once he pulls away, caressing your forehead with his thumb, pushing the hair out of your face.

Your face breaks into a blissful smile, one that makes Johnny's stomach flutter. "Me too. I love you so much." Your voice is quiet when you speak, barely above a whisper. "We're really doing this, right?"

"I think it's time we finally have a new addition to the family, don't you think?"

You hum, envisioning another copy of Daeun running around the house, two sets of giggles sounding throughout the rooms. "I'm ready if you are, Johnny."

"I've been ready ever since I married you. You know... I never thought you could possibly get any hotter, but then you became a mum, and I'm watching you take care of our child, and my dick's hard all the fucking time."

You slap his arm playfully, face mortified at his blunt words. "I would know. You were all over me after I gave birth to Daeun, you perv."

Johnny laughs, peppering your face with kisses, not stopping even when you try to push him away. He can't remember the last time he felt this happy. He's about to embark on yet another journey, and he can't wait to do it all with you.

Your bare back feels warm, bathed in the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains of the bedroom window. There's rustling behind you, and the bed dips slightly as someone rolls over, encasing you in their arms, pulling you back against their heated chest. Still half-asleep, you only hum.

The cover shifts downward, exposing the upper half of your body to the cool air of the bedroom. Goosebumps erupt over your skin. Johnny notices and pulls you even closer to him, pressing his mouth to your shoulder.

He had initially planned to coax you awake with a few kisses, but he quickly realises he'd rather wake you another way.

His hand slips under your arm to palm at your breast, kneading softly and pinching at your nipple. He smiles when you shift onto your back, agitated by the disturbance. His hand then trails lower, passing over your stomach and cupping your sex.

Your legs instinctively fall open at his touch, giving more room for him to play with you. He starts by parting your folds, middle finger skimming over your slit. When he presses the pad of his finger to your clit, your eyelids twitch as though you're on the verge of waking up.

Johnny lifts himself onto his elbow to get a better look at you. He thinks you look beautiful like this—the glow of your skin, the curve of your lips, the way your hair fans across the pillow.

"Mmh..."

Johnny doesn't stop his movement, even when your back starts to arch and you're stirring restlessly. You whimper, thighs locking together.

"Morning, Mrs Suh," Johnny says, smirking when you reach a hand down to grab at his wrist. As soon as your eyes flutter open, he pulls his hand away, bringing it up to his lips.

"I could get used to being woken up like that," you groggily say, crinkling your nose at the way he so shamelessly sucks on his fingers.

He chuckles, kissing your jaw and pecking your lips a few times. "Well, don't take it for granted, cause as soon as another baby pops out, he's going to be the one waking you up every morning with all the screaming and crying."

"Yeah, well you're going to have to get me pregnant first, Mr Suh."

Johnny doesn't miss a beat, rolling you over onto your side, tugging his shorts off and slotting himself against your backside. He's hard already, leaking tip shoving against your entrance, threatening to dip in. "Uh-huh, trust me, with the way I plan to fuck you every chance I get, you'll get pregnant by no time."

You reach back to grab at his hair when he finally slides in, simultaneous sigh falling from each of your lips. His hips meet your ass, dick nestled tightly inside your cunt. Johnny stays still for a while, only focusing on the rhythmic pulsating of your walls.

You've done this so many times before, but you can never be fully accustomed to Johnny's size. If he was any longer or any thicker than he already is, you think you might not be able to take him at all.

"You okay?" Johnny asks, slowly thrusting in and out, listening to the sounds you make as the only indication that he's not hurting you.

You nod, body flushing at how overwhelmed you feel by the whole situation. "Johnny, I love you," you can't help but say, lips trembling as you try to hold back your tears.

Johnny replies with a rough thrust and a kiss on your shoulder blade. He knows he doesn't have to say anything for you to know how he feels. It's you and it will always be you, no one else.

You tug at his hair, turning your head to bring his lips down to meet yours. There's a hint of coffee and mint in his breath, and you suspect he might've had some breakfast and washed up before joining you back in bed.

The kiss is sloppy, matching that of an early morning kiss. His tongue ghosts over your lips for a few seconds before pulling back, and you chase it with your own, whining in surprise when he starts suckling on it earnestly.

Your folds cling to Johnny's cock, sucking him in every time he pulls out. With one hand, he grabs your thigh, lifting it higher so he has better access to your pussy.

You feel exposed by the new position, face burning as you bury it further into the pillow. Johnny doesn't speed up his pace, not wanting to ruin the quiet morning ambience. All he can hear is your hushed whimpers, the sloppy sound of his cock pushing in and out of you and the birds chirping right outside your bedroom window.

Johnny shifts behind you, moving lower on the bed to get a better angle. When he resumes his movement, you unexpectedly arch, leg threatening to snap close at the feeling of his cock against your sweet spot. With every buck of his hips, you moan, clenching around him.

"R-Right there..." Your mouth hangs open, sweat accumulating on your forehead despite the coolness of the bedroom. "So good, Johnny..."

Johnny speeds up just a little, and the shockwaves of pleasure that ripple through you is intense, yet still not enough. You slip a hand between your legs, two fingers rubbing at your clit.

Johnny tsks from behind you, seizing both your wrists, bringing them back behind you. "I want you to cum with my cock only."

Swallowing, you look over your shoulder, eyes meeting his. His thrust stutters, raspy groan rumbling in his chest as he tries not to reach his release before you do. You're making it hard, though, with your blissed-out face and half-lidded eyes. Not to mention the way your sopping pussy is gripping him so tight, fluttering whenever he delivers a particularly deep thrust.

"Faster, p-please, go faster..."

Johnny doesn't fail to comply with your wish, knowing he isn't going to last long. He's rewarded with your croaky moans and repetitions of his name, and it only pushes him to move faster. "Gonna fill you up, right? You want me to cum inside you?"

"Y-Yes! Want it inside, please, please, please..."

With a drawn-out whine, you cum around him, walls convulsing as Johnny keeps fucking into you. Slick drips past your ass and onto the crinkled bed sheet as you succumb to the mind-numbing pleasure. You claw onto Johnny's hand—the one still pinning your wrists to your back.

Johnny's hips still when he cums shortly after, strings of his hot seed filling you. He presses his lips to your back, groaning in anguish against your creamy skin as his cock continue to spurt out cum. When he pulls out, he watches as the milky liquid of his cum trickles out of your hole. He collects it with his fingers, pushing it back into you, which pulls a noise of complaint from you.

"Shh, gotta make sure you keep it all in..."

Johnny gently maneuvers you onto your back, bending your knees and pressing your thighs to your chest.

"What are you doing?" you ask, still breathless from your early morning tryst. You can't see his face with your legs blocking the way, but you'd bet real money he has his eyes locked onto your lower half. "Johnny, stop being gross. Quit looking at my pussy."

Half of Johnny's face comes into view, peering over the side of your thigh. "It's mine, so I'm allowed to look at it whenever I want, taste it whenever I want-"

"Possessive much? Hey, can you let my legs down now? It's starting to get sore."

"I read on the internet once that when you lie down in this position after intercourse, there's more chance of getting pregnant."

"Uh-huh, you gotta slow it down with the Buzzfeed, honey..."

Finally, Johnny lets go of your legs, moving up to line his face with yours, propping himself onto his elbow. "How about I take care of Daeun today? You just stay here at home, relax, watch a couple of movies..."

"Is this another thing you read on the internet? Relax more to increase chances of pregnancy?"

Johnny furrows his eyebrows defensively, but you can tell he's fighting back a smile. "Hey, I'm just being a good husband here, okay? If you don't want wanna spend the day relaxing, then that's totally fine with me-"

Johnny makes a move to stand up from the bed, but you don't let him get far, grabbing his arm and sending him crashing back down into you with a laugh. "You're not getting out of this one, Johnny."

"Alright, alright, let me get up then. You gotta clean yourself, and I gotta wake Daeun up."

Johnny disappears into the bathroom, emerging a while later with a clean towel around his waist. He heads straight toward the closet, putting on casual clothes suitable for a day outdoors.

He has one hand on the door handle when you call his name, stopping him in his tracks. "Do me a favour?"

"Anything," he replies.

Reaching over to the side, you open the bedside table drawer, feeling around for the plastic packaging. Johnny steps closer, looking down at the object in your hand.

"Throw these away for me, please?"

He grabs the birth control pills from between your fingers, looking down at it with a grin. "You're not gonna be needing these for another year at least."

"No, I won't, but I will be needing your help getting around once my feet are swollen, like last time."

He leans over, kneeling on the bed, and the cologne he had spritzed on his skin leaves you wishing the both of you could stay in bed the whole day. He kisses your temple once and then draws back. "Anything you want, I'll do it. Until the end of my time."

"You're sappy."

"Have fun having the house to yourself. Don't invite a man over if his dick isn't bigger than mine."

"No one's dick is bigger than yours."

"Exactly!"

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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 3 years ago

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Waterfalls - S.JN

Pairing: Johnny Suh x (fem!bodied) reader

Word count: 1807 words

AU/Genre: non idol!AU, smut

Warnings: voyeurism (more or less), slight degradation, size kink, fingering, teasing, sex standing up, unprotected sex (you know the drill), oral (f receiving), cum eating

Summary: Where John invites you to join him in showering underneath the waterfall.

Vacations with your friends are always fun. Chilling at the beach during the day, clubbing at night, eating at restaurants and just enjoy life. It's fun, even though one of your friends brought along someone else, another friend of their's.

His name is John.

John is fun too, don't get it wrong, he's hilarious even, has the best ideas on where to go in the evening and knows his way around. The problem is: he's too funny. And handsome. And tall. Just completely everything you've ever wanted in a man.

So when he's suggested to go on a trip on an island for a day and a night (it was cheep too), you were all for it. The day was fun, exploring the private island and having a barbecue at the beach in the evening.

Now, it's the next day, early as shit, but you're awake anyway, and apparently, John is too. You've heard him leave the bungalow a couple of minutes ago and you're slowly beginning to wonder where he went. What if something happened?

Cautious as you are, you go looking for him, calling out his name a couple of times as the sun rises over the ocean. Beautiful, but you're too invested in finding Johnny at the moment to care about the breathtaking sight of the sunrise.

You make your way deeper into the island, almost stumbling over some of the branches on the ground as you step forwards, trying to remember any locations John had perviously mentioned to like in particular.

The waterfall.

You hurry, said waterfall coming in sight. And he's there.

But he's naked, showering under the pressure of the waterfall. Holy fucking shit.

He looks ethereal, the water running along the lines of his strong form, hands above him washing his shoulder-length blonde hair. His wet pecs, abs and biceps flex as he stretches, brushing his fingers through his hair, body turned halfway so that you also have a great view of his round ass. His body looks like one of a greek god and it makes you rub your thighs together involuntarily.

Your eyes wander over his thighs, scanning the strong muscle as you lick your lips. If he'd just turn a little so you could see his-

"Like what you see?"

John's voice rips you from your trance, your eyes widen at being caught. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you turn your head, pretending to not even see him. Fuck.

"Were you watching me, hm? Getting off to the sight of me, like a little pervert?" He grins.

"O-of course not!" You call, mortified "I was just- I was..."

"You could join me, you know?" John offers and you think your ears betray you "Come on!"

Without even thinking, your legs move on their own, making their way over to John and taking you with them as you slowly undress yourself until you're only left in your underwear.

He holds out a hand for you, inviting you to join him underneath the waterfall. The water is relatively cold, but not unpleasant. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he pulls you closer "You're beautiful. Actually, I'm happy it's you who watched me, I liked it."

"Really?"

"Yeah" he smiles widely, droplets of water running over his face "I'm happy you're joining me, does that mean you like me too?"

Like him? Too? He likes you?

You nod, not trusting your voice. This situation seems too unreal, you want to pinch yourself to wake up from this dream- actually, scratch that, this is the best dream you've ever had.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?"

Without even thinking about it, you immediately nod, getting onto your tip toes to meet his lips as he leans down. He's just so big, his hands are, too, as they wrap around your waist to pull you closer, roaming your back as he presses you against him. You feel so small and almost fragile around him, like he could break you in half easily.

Tongue licking into your mouth, you get lost in his lips, allowing him to lead the kiss as you hold onto his muscular arms. You're so turned on already, he hasn't even done anything besides kissing you and stroking your back.

"Touch me" you whisper against his lips, breaking the kiss.

"Touch you, baby?" He teases, but his hand wanders to the clip of your bra, unhooking it with ease before letting it slip off your body. Immediately finding your breast with his hands, he squeezes them gently, thumb running over your nipple and you shudder, eyes closing as you emerge in the feeling.

"More" you sigh into his chest, challenging him to finally touch you where you want him most "Want you so bad, Johnny"

He groans lowly at your words, wasting no time to catch your mouth again with his while helping you out of your last piece of clothing. Underwear discarded somewhere, he goes to work, lips never leaving yours as he strokes over your things, hooking his hands underneath them to lift you up.

His strength turns you on even more, the way he just hoists you up like you're nothing, pressing your back against the wall of rocks, careful to not hurt you before snaking his hand in between your naked bodies to touch you just like you asked him to.

At the first contact with your cunt, you moan into the kiss. He knows exactly how to touch you, letting his fingertips ghost over your clit, teasing you with how slow he's going. If you had it your way, he wouldn't even have to finger you first, you just want him to thrust his dick into you right away.

Instead, he gives you a finger, then two, and you moan at the delicious stretch as his thumb rubs over your clit. Meanwhile, his mouth leaves your lips, sucking on the skin of your neck instead, allowing your moans to freely flow out of your mouth.

Johnny angles his fingers differently, he curls them more upwards, brushing over your sweet spot over and over again, the palm of his hand putting pressure on your clit at the same time.

"John..." you gasp, having trouble keeping your eyes open "fuck me already, please"

There's a hungry look in his eyes as his hand leaves you, immediately making you feel empty.

The next second, you feel the tip of his cock against you, pushing into you. Just like everything else about Johnny, his dick is big, stretching you deliciously as he slowly bottoms out. You can't do anything but moan at the feeling.

He stills for a second, silently asking you if you're ready and you nod, you don't want to wait any longer for him to finally start moving. As if reading your thoughts, he begins to thrust into you, lips finding yours in a sensual kiss.

You feel so incredibly full with his dick inside you that you can't even think straight. It feels so fucking good, having him move inside you, hitting the deepest places inside of you that no one's ever reached before.

Moaning, you take in the sight of him again. He's so absolutely, undeniably beautiful, you notice, abs and pecs clenching as he ruts into your tightness. The water almost defining his muscles as the sunlight catches onto them. You watch as his teeth catch his plush lower lip.

"I've wanted you" he remarks, burying his face in the crook of your neck to leave a few kisses and love bites as he mumbles to you "Since the first time I saw you. You're so beautiful, everything about you, I couldn't help but to wonder what you'd look like with my dick inside of you."

Part of you wants to tell him that you felt the same, you remember the first time you saw him, getting out of your mutual friends car, immediately towering over everyone around you. You think about the smile he's sent you back then, beaming with confidence, it just made you weak in the knees.

"You're so small compared to me" Johnny continues instead as you stroke your hands over his broad shoulders, thinking the exact same thing.

"You're so big, Johnny, everything about you's just so big" you sigh, loving how you almost feel like a doll in his hands, so easy to hold and for him to use for his liking. He lets go of your neck to lean back a little to be able to look at you.

"So fucking beautiful" he says, more to himself than to you, but your ears still catch it. At a particularly deep thrust, you feel your eyes roll back. The way he moves inside of you with such preciseness, dick pushing against your sweet spot over and over again makes you so weak for him, you feel your high approaching slowly.

"So fucking wet for me" John moans as you clench around him "You feel so fucking good around me, baby."

And with that, he grabs you a little differently, hoisting you up onto his forearms, then takes a step back so your back no longer touches the rocks behind you. Like this, he can fuck into you harder and from a different angle. It makes you moan uncontrollably as you let your head rest against his shoulder. It just hits different that he can just carry you like this, pushing you up and down on his cock.

"Getting close" he tells you.

"Want you to cum inside of me" you moan, hands holding onto Johnny's shoulders. It doesn't take long after this for Johnny to fulfill your wish, thrusting into your hole a few more times before pushing deeply inside you as he cums, emptying himself with a drawn out groan.

You both breathe heavily before he pulls out, making sure you can hold yourself upright before he squats down before you, lips instantly attaching to your clit, sucking it into his mouth. You moan out at the sudden strike of pleasure that runs through you.

His tongue laps at your hole, tasting his own cum that's slowly dripping out of you. The whole experience might be the most erotic thing you've ever witnessed. Coming back up to your clit, he stimulates you with his tongue, gently sucking on it from time to time as he plunges his fingers back into you, curling up to press into your sweet spot.

You clench so hard around him, feeling your orgasm come faster than you'd expect before it comes crushing down on you. Hands holding onto the rocks around you, you buck your hips against his face as you cum intensely.

When you've came down from your high, Johnny stands up, kissing your deeply. You look into his beautiful eyes.

"Can I take you out sometime?"

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moonctzeny · 3 years ago

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hello miss angel, pls gimme johnny + edging/orgasm denial 😩 thank you, smooches for you <3

johnny + edging/orgasm denial

here you go miss inna 💞💞 I'm returning the smooches and I hope you like this!

genre: smut

wc: 260

warnings: explicit smut, cunnilingus, edging, orgasm denial, dirty talk

You’re not sure how long Johnny has been eating you out for. It sure felt like hours, reaching out for one orgasm after the other only for your boyfriend to rip it out from your hands right when you were ready to fall over the edge. A sadistic smile would form on his lips every time he did so, letting you squirm in protest before he dived between your legs again.

His hair is all messed up from your grip on it earlier, full lips soaked from your wetness. His blown-out pupils are staring up at you darkly.

“Stay still”, he mouths against your folds, sucking on your clit only to make your legs shake even harder. “I said, stay still.”

“I can’t”, you whimper out in response, tears welling up in your eyes from the stimulation. You’re sure you look like a mess, sweat making your hair stick on your temples and your skin glisten, yet Johnny can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

“I’ll let you do anything if you let me cum, please.”

“But you look so pretty when you beg.”

Wanting to make a point, he starts to kitten lick you then, triggering a series of pleas to leave your lips. You’re so close you can see stars bursting on your plain ceiling, and you can only hope your boyfriend mercies you this time.

“Don’t rush, baby. We have all night.”

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star-suh · 9 months ago

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Don't Chew More Than You Can Swallow

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: top johnny, pseudo-incest, underwear kink, musk kink, degradation, praising, breeding, hickeys, blowjob, deepthroat, manhandling, implied size kink, snowballing, age gap (yn is 20 and johnny is 25).

an: this is the other idea from @ldrei

also i was lazy to think about names for the mom and the stepfather so yuh.

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“ok yn, i want you to put on a smile on that face we're almost near the house” yn's mom said while driving towards their new home.

some years ago yn was part of a loving and happy family until one day his father, an honorable police officer, died during a raid against a gang. yn and his mother were devastated, mourning his death for the next couple of months. but life goes on and we have to let go and move on, right? after like a year yn's mother started dating another police officer, months later they made their relationship official and decided to get married, which brings us to the beginning of the story, yn and his mother would move to their new home, where yn's new father and new brother, a 25 years old guy, live already.

“hello we're home” yn's mom greeted, “hey honey” yn's stepdad appeared and kissed her, “hey yn, how are you?”; “i'm good.. thanks” he replied, “glad to know that” the older man said with a smile on his face.

yn walked towards the kitchen searching for a glass to drink some water, “the cups are up there” someone said, yn turned around and there he was his new stepbrother “the name's johnny” he extended his hand and yn grabbed it to shake it, his hand was way bigger than yn's, “i'm yn.. n-nice to meet you” he laughed nervously, “i say the same, see you later then” johnny said winking at him and waving a goodbye.

a couple of months have passed, everything was going good for everyone except for yn. he was thirsting over johnny 24/7, when he walked around the house with just a short on and no underwear because he can clearly see his bulge swing around everytime he walks, his body is to die for ‘god i wish i could lick those abs right now’ thought yn. it was even more harder for yn to not think about johnny fucking him when he was on the room next to him rearranging some woman's insides, the banging sounds going straight to yn's ears, ‘i wish that was me’ he thought. and that's the only thing yn can do, fantasize about him because well… his stepbrother is straight.

johnny sent yn to search something in his room, he did as he was told but something catches his attention, a pair of underwears resting on a pile of clothes. driven by his impulses, he grabbed one and began to sniff it, his face immediately turning red and a bulge growing in his pants "johnny~" he moaned softly.

he went quickly to his room, locked the door and began to jerk off, wrapping the underwear around his cock sliding it up and down while biting a pillow to suppress the moans.

the weeks passed and yn's desire for johnny only increased. every time johnny brought someone home to fuck, while his parents were away, yn always masturbated listening to their moans.

one day yn was masturbating again with his the underwear until a voice interrupted him, "hey yn!" a shirtless johnny called opening the door with a bang "what the hell were you doing? i've been calling you for a while" he asked with a somewhat angry tone. "sorry johnny, what do you want?" yn questioned, "these last few months you have been the one picking the dirty clothes to take them to the laundry room, have you by any chance seen my underwear? they have been missing” he scratches his head. “i have no idea johnny” yn replied with a nervous laugh. “hmm… it's okay” and just like that, johnny left.

worried that johnny would find out, he grabbed all the dirty clothes and ran down to the laundry room. there he turned on the washing machine and placed the underwear there and just when he was going to press the button to start the washing cycle a big hand stopped him, a low and very deep voice whispered in his ear "i thought you didn't know where my fucking underwear was" the warm breath sending shivers down his spine, “you're such a dirty pervert yn” he laugh was deep and sexy.

“j-johnny i-i” yn didn't know what to do, “you thought you were slick with it but no, did you think i didn't notice how you stared at me every time i walked around the house shirtless, how your eyes went from my abs to my bulge, shit i even could feel how you fucked me with your eyes”. johnny positioned himself behind yn, his huge bulge rubbing against yn's ass, "even every night i fucked someone i could hear your slutty moans on the other side of the wall, how you moaned my name was… so sexy... now i kinda want to hear them again" the taller was leaving small kisses on yn's neck, he then took out his huge cock from his shorts and rubbed it on yn's clothed ass “do you want to taste my cock, yn?", his sexy low voice doing things down there on yn's crotch area.

“j-johnny” yn stuttered “i-i'm sorry” a little moan escaping his mouth. “if you want to apologize you have to take responsibility about this” he slams his thick heavy cock against yn's ass again. “y-yes” yn fell to his knees and started kissing the tip, using one hand to stroke the rest of the shaft while the other was stroking his own.

“you're so nasty yn, look at you sucking at your brother's cock. aren't you such a nasty slut huh?” johnny grabs his head and starts to mouthfuck him, forcing yn to deepthroat him, “come on you can do more than that, it's barely halfway in”, little by little yn swallowed it all, johnny locked his head with his arms. the gagging sounds being like music to his ears. “there you go, you're doing so good for me”.

johnny lifted yn and fold him against the washing machine, rubbing the tip of his cock in the other's hole “want me to destroy you, cockwhore?” he says once again using that sexy low voice that drives yn crazy “p-please~ do it”.

johnny was slamming so hard that the washing machine was moving too, yn's legs were shaking due to how good johnny was fucking him, "how does my little fucktoy feel.. is this what you wanted? my thick, heavy cock opening your ass?"; “yes johnny please wreck me” yn replied withiut thinking, “so desperate”.

johnny lifted yn and carried him from the laundry room to his bedroom but without stopping fucking him. the thrusts were slow but as powerful as the harsh ones because he always manages to brush yn's prostate with the tip of his cock, drawing whimpers out of his mouth that made johnny chuckle, ‘so cute’ he thinks.

they're finally on the bedroom, johnny throw yn towards his bed, attacking his neck with kisses and leaving some bruises here and there. his big, tall body towering over yn's. “i have a deal for you” the taller comments, “if you can take me without cumming you'll be my little fucktoy boyfriend. what do you think?” he keeps on kissing yn's body until he reaches the nipples and suck on them. “hngh i really w-want that” the bottom squirmed.

the fat cock went in and out, going in even harder than the last time, johnny's balls slapping against yn's ass “who's being a good cockwhore?” the top asks, “m-... me” yn struggles to answer due to the harsh thrusts “i'm johnny's g-good cockwhore”.

“but you're only mine right?”.

“yeah i'm only yours…”.

both sealed the deal with a gentle kiss, contrasting with the rough thrusts. “fuck i'm gonna cum” johnny growls, he took advantage of the fact that his cock reached so deep inside yn to make him cum, however he let himself be carried away by the moment and filled yn's ass up with that warm sperm.

yn barely managed to hold off his cumming so johnny now has to fulfill the deal they just made. "it seems like i'm your little fucktoy boyfriend now"; "i think so," johnny adds, “and a cute one”.

“you took me so well pretty boy, i think you deserve a threat” and as he said that he went down and started to suck yn's cock “j-johnny you don't have to~”; “mmm mmm, i want to, prince” the sweet name embarrasing yn so much that he covered his face with his arms, feeling the little chuckle the taller let out. with a few more strokes yn came inside johnny's mouth, “shit that's some good blowjob johnny” yn rode his high while johnny crawls up until he is face to face with yn, with one hand he opens the bottom's mouth and spits the sperm in there, then kisses and plays with it between their mouths.

johnny carries yn to the bathroom where they both take a bath, then get dressed and fall asleep in the bed.

“look at them, aren't they cute” yn's mom said watching them both sleeping while hugging, “yeah i think they're gonna be good brothers” the stepdad adds with a huge smile in his face.

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butterflies-and-yuta · 2 years ago

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Preview: Your head was still spinning from what happened last night, not only from the number of drinks you had but also from the fact that you literally just got fucked by two guys that are your best friends.

Warning: Threesome, Mentions of Drinking (Legal Age), Degrading, Spit Roasting (Penetration in Mouth and Labia), Teasing, Spanking, DDLG, Hard Dom Lucas and Soft Dom Johnny, Overstimulation, Blowjob (M Receiving), Unprotected Sex (Reader's on the pill), Size Kink, Voyeurism

You thought that after having sex with your two best friends, You wouldn't want more with them, Well, you're wrong.

The Next Morning

Y/N P.O.V

Your head was still spinning from what happened last night, not only from the number of drinks you had but also from the fact that you literally just got fucked by two guys that are your best friends.

As you were opening your eyes, the first thing you saw was your bedroom ceiling with some sunlight coming in that made your eyes squint a bit just from moving your head to look up at your window showing the sunrise.

Afterward, you were about to head back to sleep until you felt someone wrap one of their arms across your waist, making your eyes open again. As you look to your right, you saw that it was Johnny's arm that wrapped across your waist, with his eyes looking half-opened.

"Morning princess, how are you?" As he said that to you, you felt your cheeks blushing because of what he called you and how he said it in a husky yet sexy way. You were about to look down because of your cheeks blushing until he grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him, with his hair still looking fine after his endless pounding into you.

"Did you sleep well princess?, Do you need anything?" You were about to tell him something until you felt some pain around your pelvic area. With yourself reacting to it, it made Johnny worried as he left the bed to cover himself up and while he was looking for something, you saw his member and his ass that made you a little bit aroused but then he found his pants and went back to you and proceeded to carry your naked body to the bathroom in a bridal way as he turned on the tap of both hot and cold water.

As he places you into the bathtub after the water rises, he grabs your body wash and your loofah. It almost made you want to fall asleep from the way his hands moved over your body while cleaning you up. He might be the best at cleaning you up, but the way his hands made you feel good was amazing.

He even undid your hair and cleaned your face after your makeup was ruined by him and Lucas. Oh, that's right, you were so immersed in it, you even forgot he was here anyway. As you opened your eyes to look where Lucas was lying, he wasn't lying in the bed anymore, but you felt relaxed after you saw him walk towards the bathroom in his boxers while stumbling a little bit.

"How's my princess doing?" Suddenly you blushed again and looked away until you looked back when Johnny said, "You mean our princess, Lucas." You were surprised by the way they both give off dominance but with two different vibes: one is soft and caring and the other is rough and daring.

"Okay, how's 'our' princess doing?" you can see he didn't mean that. From the beginning, you knew Lucas was more dominating to you and you couldn't help but like that because it was thrilling. He always wants you, he would rather have you with him than with Johnny, but because you like him and Johnny, he was willing to share you.

After a while, Johnny was done bathing you and after emptying the bathtub, he grabbed a towel to dry you off and proceeded to carry you again back to the bed and grabbed your moisturizer to apply it onto your skin and you liked it. You don't know what it was but the way his hands were moving over your body while his hands were covered in the moisturizer was making you feel aroused again like before.

After all that, you started to feel a little bit better around your pelvic area enough to walk to your closet to put on your dressing robe and head towards the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

As you were making something, you felt some hands wrapping around your waist, and to your tied dressing robe, you could tell who's hands were those. As you were about to turn around, you felt Lucas's lips on yours as he progressed the kiss more by moving his hands onto your ass and groping them, which made you let out a gasp that allowed Lucas access to your tongue, which you gave consent to.

While it was progressing, he picked you up to move you away from the stove and onto a clear bench so it could continue and it did by him moving one of his hands onto your bare core and he slid his fingers into your wet core which made you let out a moan that sounded so good to him.

He went to your sweet spot that made you let out more moans than before. You were near your high and were about to cum until he pulled out which made you whine like a brat that made him turn you around to lift your dressing robe to then spank you that made you let out a moan.

"What was that? Did you just moan at me spanking you for being a bad girl?" As he said that to you, he spanked you again making you moan more from the pain that felt so good to you, "You like me spanking you princess, you like my hand on your ass, spanking you over and over again until your cheeks get red", it wasn't until he moved away to take his boxers to then line his member on your wet core while teasing you by moving his member up and down your slit.

You started to get whiney and needy for his member and wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't walk like this morning, and with that, he spanked you again and said this to you, "You are being such a bad girl today, acting like a needy slut for my cock, you want me to fuck you like a slut, make you moan like one until you can't speak or walk, how about that, you want me to do that to you", You were about to say something until he spanked you again, "Well, say something, be a good girl for daddy", "Yes", you told him until he spanked you again, "Yes what", "Yes daddy, fuck me like the dirty slut that I am, fuck me please", "That's my Girl".

As soon as he finished that last sentence of his, he slammed his member into you immediately, making you let out a screaming moan that you could tell sounded amazing to Lucas, "Aw, look at you, moaning like a slut would, you like daddy's cock in your tight little pussy", he said to you in a teasing and dirty way. "Yes daddy, I like your big and thick cock in my tight, little pussy", you said while moaning like a slut.

After only a few minutes, you started to feel a knot in your stomach. He obviously knew about it, so he started to slow his pace in a way that couldn't allow you to cum, you started to whine like a brat again and wanted him to fuck you again like the whore you are for him until he spanked you again but on both of your cheeks, "You really are a bad girl for daddy huh? Well, since you like to act like the whore that you are, how about this for your punishment: if you cum on my cock without my permission, I'll spank you until your ass is red and have you count it. Can you do that for daddy princess?", you nodded in response but he instead spanked you, "Come on, be a good girl and tell me, use your words" he said to you while wrapping his hands around your throat to choke you, "Yes daddy, I can do that for you daddy", you said while chocking a little bit because of Lucas.

As soon as you finished telling him that, he then not only slammed himself into you like before but then moved one of his hands from your throat to your core to play with your clit to tease you more because he knows you're gonna break under his spell.

With his rough and fast pounds and his hands playing with your clit, it was driving you so crazy that your knuckles gripped on the counter were turning white just from him and yourself trying not to cum on him so you could be a good girl for him. And it was working until he went to your neck and found your sweet spot. You started to moan again and that sounded like angels to him.

After a while, Lucas was impressed by how you hadn't released yet onto him and how you were being a good girl for him, so he allowed you to come after a long time of him fucking your eyes out, and as soon as he did that, you finally released your juices onto him and he loved it so much he moved his fingers down there to collect your juices with his fingers just to slide them into your mouth to have you taste yourself with what he had done to you.

"We're not done yet. Just because you came before me doesn't obviously mean I'm done with you".

This is quite the opposite of what you wanted in a relationship,

But with your two best friends and how they are,

You were going to enjoy yourself and they would as well.

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keehomania · 1 month ago

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JOHNNY SUH (서영호) — FRIENDS (2)

(EXTENDED) ✧.* MINORS DNI (18+)

the studio was filled to the brim with creativity, the kind only found in a university art class on a thursday afternoon. it was flooded with students, each absorbed in their own world. the faint smell of oil paints mingled with the earthy scent of wet clay, the low hum of charcoal pencils scratching against paper, and the occasional mutterings of frustration or triumph filled the space. easels were scattered about like skeletons, their frames supporting unfinished works that glistened under the soft light streaming from the high windows. sunlight slanted lazily across the floor, illuminating particles of dust in the air.

the professor, known for her lax attitude, had long stopped bothering with punctuality. she’d drift in whenever the mood struck, her students used to the freedom that came with it. some of them thrived in this lack of structure, diligently working on their projects—focused, hunched over their creations as though they were the only things in the universe. some sketched silently, the sharp scratch of pencil against paper a soothing background noise. others sculpted, fingers molding and shaping clay into forms that seemed to breathe. and then there was you.

you sat in the center of it all, doing absolutely nothing, arms crossed over your chest as you reclined back in your chair with a deep sigh. your eyes scanned the room, half-lidded with boredom, before your gaze inevitably dropped to your phone, face-up on the table like a reflection of your current mood. “holy shit,” you muttered to no one in particular, grabbing your phone and pressing it to your forehead. the cool glass made brief contact with your skin before you heaved another sigh, eyes fluttering shut in frustration. you peeked through one eye only to see some of your foundation now smudged onto the screen. perfect.

“what is it now?” joohyun’s voice piped up, soft yet amused, from across the table. she exchanged a quick glance with seulgi, who was already trying—unsuccessfully—to hide a knowing smirk behind her sketchbook. you waved your phone in the air, leaning back with exaggerated exasperation. “this asshole,” you grumbled, your words dripping with disdain. “he's the one who suggested a hotel instead of a motel, and now he wants me to chip in? like, i won the jackass lottery or something.”

seulgi’s lips finally parted into a grin, the kind of smile that made you feel even more ridiculous for being upset in the first place. she loved this, basking in the drama of your misadventures. you kicked your legs out under the table, letting them dangle as you vented, before dropping your phone with a soft clatter and burying your face in your arms. “who is it this time?” she asked, her voice brimming with barely-contained laughter. “the guy from that app? the one from yesterday?”

you lifted your head just enough to shoot her a look. you’d stopped believing in fairytales a long time ago—no more prince charming, no perfect ending. you were fine with it, honestly. you didn’t need romance; you just needed a little fun. “yeah,” you admitted, leaning back in your chair. “and i wouldn’t even be this pissed if he actually had any game. but it wasn’t even worth spending the night with him.”

joohyun reached over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. her touch was gentle, sympathetic, as if she knew how many times you’d been through this cycle. you pressed your eyes shut, a shiver running through you as last night’s blurry details flickered across your mind. the cringe settled deep in your bones. “i’m so done,” you sighed once again, this time quieter, almost to yourself.

seulgi was already giggling, and joohyun was fighting back a grin of her own. you sat back up, hands hitting the table with a light thud as you tried to shake off the lingering embarrassment. “smoke break, guys?” seulgi shook her head, holding up two fingers that she’d been doodling on earlier. “can’t. quitting,” she replied in a higher, almost mocking pitch. “seulgi’s on a no-nic diet for the next three days.”

you shot her a look, feigning disgust as you pushed her hand away. “you psycho. what’s in three days?” she linked arms with joohyun, flipping her hair dramatically as if she were some movie star. “a blind date,” she sang, “and i can’t be shaking on the date, so i’m preparing.”

you rolled your eyes. “another blind date? you’re addicted to men, i swear.” the words were barely out of your mouth when you realized the irony of your statement. seulgi didn’t miss a beat, waving you off with a smug grin. “look who’s talking, miss i-fell-for-the-hotel,” she quipped, dragging joohyun away with a playful skip in her step.

you sighed, muttering under your breath, “point taken.” for a moment, you considered staying right where you were, hiding away in your bubble of frustration and second-hand embarrassment. but that wasn’t your style. instead, you pushed yourself forward, sliding across the floor in your chair until you reached the person you really needed to talk to.

“hey, loser,” you called out, your eyes locked on johnny’s figure as he worked. he was hunched over his sculpture, completely absorbed, his hands moving with precision as he molded the clay. his ears were covered with large headphones, barricading him from the outside world, oblivious to your approach. you watched him for a second longer, taking in the concentration etched into his features. workaholic, lunatic, or maybe a bit of both. he’d been your best friend for years now, and somehow, even through all your ridiculousness, he stuck around. you weren’t sure why, but you were grateful.

with a glance you hoped was nonchalant, you swung your boot gently into the back of his knee, not hard enough to topple him over but enough to get his attention. johnny’s head jerked up, his expression morphing from confusion to mild annoyance as he pulled his headphones down around his neck. “what do you want?” he sighed, his voice heavy with the weight of someone who had dealt with you a thousand times over.

you sighed dramatically, mimicking his tone as you flopped back into your chair. “seul and joo left, and now i have no one to smoke with.” you ran a hand through your hair, flipping it over your shoulder with unnecessary flair. “what if i go alone and get kidnapped? what’s my mom gonna do?”

johnny rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he were fighting off a smile. “i should just let you get kidnapped, you psycho,” he muttered, but there was no real venom behind his words. “let’s go.” that was all you needed. you shoved your chair back, springing to your feet with a grin, tapping johnny’s back playfully with your fists as he stood. he tried his best to hide the small smile tugging at his lips, but you knew him too well.

the hallway leading out of the studio was quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of footsteps and muffled voices from the rooms you passed. the door clicked softly as johnny pushed it open, letting a stream of late afternoon sunlight flood the corridor. you followed him out, the warmth hitting your skin in sharp contrast to the cool air of the studio. outside, the sky was a pale wash of blues and pinks, the first signs of evening beginning to settle over the campus.

you trailed after him, the soles of your boots echoing faintly against the worn stone stairs that spiraled down to the terrace below. the steps were chipped in places, the edges softened by years of students rushing up and down them, eager for a break, a moment to breathe. you descended with him at a leisurely pace, taking your time as you passed patches of ivy creeping up the sides of the building, the green leaves glistening under the fading sunlight.

as you reached the terrace, a familiar scene greeted you. a few other students were already there, lounging against the stone walls or perched on the benches, cigarettes hanging loosely from their lips, smoke curling lazily into the air. laughter and conversation floated around in a low hum, blending with the distant sound of traffic from the streets beyond the campus. it was a scene you had witnessed countless times—a place where people drifted between classes, seeking a moment of reprieve from whatever deadlines or frustrations weighed on their minds.

you plopped down onto the nearest bench with a sigh, the wood creaking beneath you as you shrugged off your jacket. your hand slid into the inner pocket, fingers curling around the familiar pack of cigarettes. with a quick flick of your wrist, you pulled one out and brought it to your lips, feeling the slight resistance as the filter pressed against your skin.

johnny remained silent as he walked to the edge of the terrace, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the low metal fence. his gaze wandered over the campus below, where students meandered through the courtyard, their shadows long against the golden light. he looked like he was taking in the view, but you knew better. his eyes flickered back toward you, watching in that subtle, amused way he always did. there was something comforting about it—how he never had to say much, how his presence alone was enough.

you struck a match, the flame dancing momentarily before you lit your cigarette. you inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke curl in your lungs before you released it into the air, the cloud of it rising like a small puff of frustration. you smoked like it was the only thing anchoring you, like you could pull something solid from it if you just inhaled deeply enough. johnny’s soft scoff reached your ears, and you glanced over to see him shaking his head. “you’re a real addict, you know that?” his tone was teasing, but his gaze was sharp, the corner of his mouth twitching in a half-smile. still, he accepted the cigarette you offered him, taking it with a look that played at being indifferent but didn’t quite hide the fondness underneath.

“heard last night didn’t go so well,” he remarked, flicking the lighter and inhaling a slow drag before passing it back. you scrunched up your face, the memory hitting you all over again like a wave of distaste. “don’t even get me started. that son of a bitch,” you trailed off, slapping your palm against your forehead as if you could physically erase the entire night from your mind. you took another deep drag from your cigarette, letting the smoke soothe your nerves, though it did little to remove the embarrassment lodged deep in your chest.

johnny’s eyes lingered on you with that amused expression, the one that said he knew exactly how bad your night had been even before you said it. he leaned against the bench behind you, close enough that you could feel the slight brush of his shoulder as he hovered. you could sense his curiosity, see the way his gaze kept flicking toward the phone you had now opened in your lap.

“god, i hate it when they have tattoos like this,” you muttered, swiping left on the latest guy to show up on your screen. the tattoo in question—a lion etched awkwardly across the guy’s chest—made you gag in disgust as you dismissed him with a swipe, your fingers moving swiftly as if the mere sight of it offended your sensibilities. johnny shifted beside you, a small frown tugging at the corners of his lips. “pretty cheesy,” he murmured, taking another drag, the smoke curling around him in a soft cloud. he couldn’t help his hand from subconsciously patting down the tattoo that rested on his shoulder and extended above his pec. it was the same one he did his best to hide under baggy clothes, as he had gotten it done not too long ago. it was safe to say that your words stung.

you set your phone down on your lap, turning to meet his gaze with a look that was half-amused, half-exasperated. “come to think of it,” you started, the smirk creeping back onto your lips, “the guy from last night had a huge tattoo. wanna know what it said?” johnny shot you a look—half curiosity, half dread—but there was no real stopping you once you got started. he sighed, leaning in slightly, even though you both knew he didn’t really want to hear whatever it was you were about to say.

“‘i will never die,’” you recited with mock gravitas, your voice low as you mimicked the guy's words. johnny blinked, waiting for the punchline. you paused, savoring the moment before adding, “how? false advertising. that dick of his just kept dying and dying—” before you could finish, his hand shot out, pressing firmly over your mouth, his palm warm against your lips. you saw the way his eyes widened, the faint blush creeping up his neck, and you couldn’t help the smile that curled beneath his hand, though you were certain he could feel it.

“shut up,” he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief as he glanced around, making sure no one else had overheard your scandalous recounting. his hand lingered for a moment longer before he pulled it away, exasperation written all over his face. “you’re insane.” you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you as you watched him shake his head. he was used to your antics by now, used to your endless rants about the ridiculous men you met and the even more ridiculous situations you found yourself in. it was part of his job, as your best friend, to listen to it all. as a man, though? he had heard more than he ever wanted to.

the glow of the vanity light cast a soft, golden hue over your apartment’s small, cluttered room. your reflection stared back at you, lips pursed in concentration as you applied the final touches to your look. the lipstick glided smoothly over your lips, completing the look you were known for on nights like these. you loved going out. there was something about the noise, the energy, the feeling of being alive among people, that kept you from ever staying in. the silence of your apartment, the stillness that came when you weren’t surrounded by the pulse of music or the buzz of conversation, felt suffocating.

you leaned in closer to the mirror, adjusting the curve of your eyeliner just so, exhaling softly as the familiar weight of anticipation settled in your chest. a night out was like a ritual—one you had mastered with the precision of someone who knew exactly who they were in those fleeting moments of freedom. the dress you wore tonight—a vibrant shade of red that hugged your body in all the right places—was daring, just as you liked it. your fingers absentmindedly smoothed the fabric, adjusting it one last time before your gaze drifted to your phone on the edge of the vanity.

its screen lit up with a soft glow, catching your attention as the group chat with seulgi and joohyun exploded with messages. seulgi was in full panic mode, flooding the chat with questions about outfits, makeup, and shoes, her usual pre-night-out anxiety in full swing. you smirked, your first instinct to fire back something to simmer her down, but your fingers hovered over her name for a moment before sliding over to johnny’s contact instead.

(y/n) 𖹭

where r we meeting up? (6:24 pm)

you didn’t have to wait long. the reply came in almost immediately, and the corner of your lips twitched in amusement as you read it.

chicago by trina vega

im literally in front of ur house? hurry up (6:24 pm)

you blinked, caught off guard. you glanced back at the time. had you really spent that long getting ready? it hadn’t felt like it, but time had a funny way of slipping away when you were perfecting your look. to be fair, johnny hadn’t exactly mentioned he’d be coming to pick you up. but then again, he always did, so you should’ve known. you let out a breath, casting one last look in the mirror before swapping out your denim jacket for the leather one that hung from the back of your chair. the familiar scent of worn leather greeted you as you shrugged it over your shoulders, its weight a comfortable presence against the soft fabric of your dress.

with one last glance around the room, you flicked off the lights and stepped outside, the evening air cool as it wrapped around you. much to your approval, johnny was exactly where he said he’d be, leaning casually against his motorcycle, the streetlights casting a faint glow over his figure. his lips quirked into a teasing smile as he raised a hand in greeting, eyes glinting with that ever-present, mocking amusement.

“so pretty,” you murmured, but your gaze had already slipped past him, landing squarely on his motorcycle. you couldn’t help the way your eyes softened as you admired it, the sleek, polished surface gleaming under the dim lights. for a second, his expression brightened, the compliment washing over him, but the light in his eyes dimmed just as fast as he realized it wasn’t for him. he let out an exaggerated sigh, his posture relaxing as he pushed off from the bike and reached for the spare helmet. “you should totally sell her to me,” you said, your tone playful but laced with just enough seriousness that johnny couldn’t quite tell if you were joking or not.

he scoffed, shaking his head as he passed you the helmet, his fingers brushing against yours for just a second. “you should totally change my name in your contacts,” he retorted, mimicking your playful tone as he mounted the bike with practiced ease. your lips curled into a smile as you swung your leg over the seat, the leather of your jacket creaking slightly as you inched closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. the warmth of his body radiated through his jacket, a comforting presence against your chest. you leaned in, your breath ghosting against the back of his neck as you murmured, “not a chance.”

the proximity, the casual intimacy of the gesture, was so common between the two of you, but you knew exactly the effect it had. you could feel the way johnny tensed slightly beneath your touch, could practically hear the gears grinding in his head. it was always like this—a careful dance between familiarity and something unspoken, something neither of you dared to acknowledge. he didn’t say a word, but the way his hands gripped the handlebars a little tighter was answer enough. he started the engine with a low rumble, the vibrations of the bike thrumming through your legs as you held onto him, your arms tightening instinctively around his waist. you rested your cheek against his back, a small smirk tugging at your lips as the bike roared to life beneath you.

the neon lights of the bar flickered above as johnny parked his bike, the low hum of the engine fading into the steady pulse of the city nightlife. you swung your leg over and hopped off, the heels of your boots clicking against the pavement. as you straightened your dress, a teasing grin spread across your lips when you noticed johnny’s outfit. “hey, you totally copied me,” you said, pointing at the black leather jacket he was wearing, almost identical to yours. your eyes glinted with playful accusation, lips tugging into a smirk.

he scoffed, his response casual as he pulled off your helmet and tucked it back onto the bike. “i’m older than you, loser. you’re definitely the copycat here,” he retorted, giving you a sideways glance. his voice was light, but there was a warmth to the banter, the kind of ease that came with knowing someone far too well. you waved him off with an exaggerated flick of your hand. “details, details,” you mumbled, already skipping ahead to the entrance of the bar, your boots clicking in a hurried rhythm. the thrill of the night ahead quickened your steps, an excitement bubbling in your chest that you couldn’t quite suppress.

johnny trailed behind, slower, more measured, but his eyes followed you with the same fond amusement they always did. you pushed open the heavy door, the familiar warmth and noise of the bar spilling out to greet you. the rich, smoky scent mingled with the low thrum of music, immediately washing over you like a comforting embrace. as you stepped inside, you were met with a chorus of cheers and loud greetings from the group already seated at the far end of the room. seulgi’s voice rang out first, her words blending with the din of laughter. “now we can get the night started!”

johnny gave a small smirk behind you, pulling out a chair between him and joohyun as you made your way over to the table. you took your seat, relishing the way the eyes of your friends danced with anticipation. this was your space, your people, and for a moment, everything outside these walls felt distant, irrelevant. one of the younger guys from your department, jaehee, leaned forward, his eyebrows raised in mock curiosity as he studied you and johnny. “oh, what’s this?” he asked, his gaze darting between the two of you. “you two have the same jacket, you almost look like a couple.”

his words earned a few playful jeers from the others, a chorus of knowing smirks and teasing grins circling the table. johnny stayed silent, his expression unreadable as he ran a finger along the rim of his empty glass, eyes trained elsewhere. but you scoffed in disbelief, waving the comment off with a laugh.

“as your senior, i’m offended,” you clicked your tongue, feigning hurt. “and here i was, considering paying for your drink.” your mock indignation drew a few chuckles from the table, though jaehee immediately clasped his hands together in a dramatic display of asking for forgiveness. johnny, however, seemed distant. you glanced his way, expecting a witty remark or at least some acknowledgment of the teasing, but his jaw remained tight, his focus locked on the empty glass before him. something was off, but you couldn’t quite place what it was.

the next half hour dissolved into a whirlwind of drinks and laughter, the room spinning with the lightheaded haze that came with each clink of the glasses. your cheeks flushed, the warmth of alcohol coursing through your veins as you joined in the cheers and toasts. but even in your tipsy state, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was bothering johnny. he sat there, quiet, his usual sharp remarks dulled by whatever was clouding his mood.

mark, one of johnny’s closer friends, leaned over, his grin wide and tipsy as he slurred out an idea. “let’s play a drinking game,” he announced, the table erupting in agreement. but just as quickly, johnny shook his head, pushing away from the table slightly. “i’m out,” he said simply, his voice firm but not aggressive.

you turned to him, frowning at his sudden withdrawal from the fun. “what’s your problem tonight, dude?” the alcohol gave your words an edge they might not have had otherwise, the confusion morphing into irritation. johnny didn’t meet your gaze, just shook his head again, his fingers tapping restlessly on the table. that only deepened your frown, your displeasure clear as you leaned back in your chair. before you could push further, mark chimed in with a laugh, slapping johnny’s shoulder. “he needs to get laid,” he grinned, his voice thick with alcohol-induced confidence. “give him a hand, (y/n).”

you sneered, your hand trembling slightly as you raised the now-empty bottle toward mark, words tumbling from your lips in a mixture of amusement and frustration. “only after i kick your ass,” you shot back, your tone playful but sharp. before you could do anything further, johnny swiftly reached over, plucking the bottle from your grasp and placing it back down on the table with a decisive clink. his expression remained neutral, though there was something firm in the way he moved, like he was pulling you back from a ledge you didn’t even realize you were on.

you stuck your tongue out at him, your way of telling him he was being no fun, but he just shrugged, his eyes betraying none of the thoughts swirling behind them. he was always like this—stubborn, distant when something bothered him. and you knew him well enough to recognize that something was eating at him tonight, even if he wouldn’t say what.

nonetheless, the room buzzed with excitement as the game kicked off, the energy of the group infectious. “shake your hands and take your shots, the game of death chose you!” came the enthusiastic chorus of voices around the table. even johnny joined in, his voice blending with the others, a smirk pulling at his lips despite the slight edge lingering in his mood. his tolerance for alcohol was impressive, but now, with a few drinks down, even he had loosened up enough to fully engage in the fun.

fingers were pointed, accusations flew across the table, and the countdown began. one, two—then, the inevitable happened. mark, poor mark, let out a dramatic cry of defeat, his head dropping to the table as if he had just lost everything. you clasped your hands together in delight, a wicked grin on your face as johnny leaned back with a chuckle, enjoying the spectacle. the entire table erupted in laughter, the kind that echoed through the room, bubbling up from deep within the belly.

“hat off, asshole,” johnny cooed, tugging at the brim of mark's cap, his grin growing wider as he let out a long-suffering sigh, as if preparing himself for some unspeakable punishment. with exaggerated slowness, mark removed his cap, his face twisted in mock despair. “here, here,” you chimed in, leaning forward with a glint in your eye, pulling the hair tie off your wrist. “he gets the hair tie. you reap what you sow, loser.”

mark sighed again, his eyes fluttering shut as you lazily tied his hair into a messy shape resembling a palm tree, earning another round of giggles from the table. it was all ridiculous, but that’s what made it fun. everyone loved a good humiliation as long as it wasn’t their turn to face the table’s judgment. johnny watched in silence, though he couldn’t quite shake the flicker of irritation that crept into his chest as he saw you leaning into mark, the casual way your hands brushed through his hair. he tried to push the feeling aside, taking a long sip from his glass, but it lingered. a part of him wasn’t entertained—at least not by that.

still, the game carried on. johnny refocused, pulling himself out of his own head as he gave Mark a mischievous nudge. "go up to the table across from us," he ordered, his voice low and amused, "ask those girls if you can dance for them." mark rose from his seat with a dramatic groan, stumbling slightly as he approached the two girls sitting at a nearby table. the group watched with rapt attention, stifling their laughter as he awkwardly tried to charm them into his dance. even johnny cracked a grin, though that strange feeling still lurked at the edges of his thoughts, especially when his gaze drifted back to you.

by the time mark returned, his face red and buried in his hands from embarrassment, you were already reclaiming your hair tie with a triumphant smirk. the laughter around the table began to die down, but the game’s energy lingered in the air, thick and buzzing. you poured yourself another drink, your hand surprisingly steady given the number of glasses you’d already downed, and casually poured one for Johnny too. he accepted it with a nod, his fingers brushing yours as he took the glass.

then, jaehee leaned forward, a sly grin creeping onto his face as he cupped his hands around his mouth to get everyone’s attention. “listen up, listen up,” he announced, his voice dropping as if he was about to share some forbidden secret. everyone leaned in, intrigued, their curiosity piqued. you tilted your head, your glass hovering near your lips as you waited for his revelation.

“who did the deed in the student council room last year?” he asked, eyes glinting with mischief. his words were met with a collective gasp from the table, everyone recalling the scandalous rumor that had circulated last year. you couldn’t help but chuckle, shooting johnny a knowing look across the table. you were the first to find out back then, and johnny was the first person you’d told. the memory of it brought a grin to your face.

“quit playing detective,” you slurred, pretending to be serious as you waved a hand dismissively. “you're barking up the wrong tree.” but your words only fanned the flames of anticipation, everyone now eagerly awaiting the revelation. jaehee leaned in closer, much too close for comfort, and johnny shot him a look, his voice low and dangerous. “get the fuck off me,” he muttered, nudging him back.

but jaehee persisted, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “come on, who did it?” you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t resist the temptation of feeding into the suspense. leaning in even closer, your voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, “really? none of you know?” a chorus of shaking heads followed, and you sighed theatrically before giving in. “it was jaehyun and a freshman.”

the table erupted in shock, gasps and exclamations flying in every direction as everyone turned to one another, exchanging stunned looks. johnny shot you a look too, one eyebrow raised, though there was a glimmer of amusement in his eyes that mirrored your own.

“no wonder you're called (y/n) live,” seulgi teased, raising her glass. “breaking news!” the nickname caught on quickly as the group toasted to your latest piece of gossip. the next hour blurred by in a haze of laughter and drinks, the thrill of your revelation keeping the energy high. it wasn’t until you tried to stand that you realized just how much you had indulged. the world tilted dangerously as you wobbled on your feet, your legs giving out beneath you as you crashed back down into your seat.

“(y/n)? are you okay?” mark asked, concern crossing his features as he leaned forward. but you waved him off with a lazy hand, your vision spinning as you tried to compose yourself. johnny was up in an instant, moving toward you like it was second nature. his hand found your arm, steadying you as you clutched the fabric of his jacket for balance. he leaned down, his voice quiet and close to your ear.

“want me to take you back home?” he asked, his tone soft, protective in a way that wasn’t overbearing but just enough to offer comfort. you shook your head, pushing yourself up again. everyone around the table seemed to be waiting for your answer, the night hanging in the balance.

“the next stop is seulgi’s house,” you slurred, but your voice regained strength as you straightened up, determination flashing across your face. “for the afterparty.” and just like that, the room exploded into cheers once more, the promise of more drinks and more fun driving the night forward, even as johnny cast one last glance your way, concern still lingering in the set of his jaw.

you weren't aware of much, floating somewhere between bliss and tipsy oblivion as johnny carried you on his back. his hands held firmly around your legs, adjusting every few steps to keep his grip tight as you lazily draped your arms over his shoulders. one of your hands held a cigarette, burning slowly in the dim night air. you brought it to your lips, taking a slow drag, feeling the familiar warmth slip through your veins. “do you really have to do that now?” his voice was low, exasperated, as he huffed under your weight, his breath curling into the cool evening.

you grinned lazily, bringing the cigarette up to his lips without a word. he paused, looking ahead for a moment, then gave in and took a drag for himself. you watched the smoke billow from his mouth, your eyes half-lidded as you murmured, “you're welcome,” before nestling your head against his back. you felt his body shift, and though he rolled his eyes, he said nothing, just adjusted his hold on you and kept walking.

seulgi and joohyun were ahead, arms locked, sharing one of those knowing glances you were too hazy to catch. mark, trailing behind them, couldn’t resist inserting himself between the two, throwing his arms around their shoulders as if he belonged there. “is there really nothing going on between them?” he whispered harshly, nodding toward you and johnny. seulgi exchanged another look with joohyun, both stifling giggles. mark persisted, wide-eyed and curious. “what? stop looking at each other. i wanna know, tell me.”

joohyun shook her head with a grin, but seulgi saved in. “she swears there isn’t, but,” she trailed off, leaving the sentence hanging in the air. “but what? what?” mark whined, quickening his pace as the girls sped up, their giggles floating back toward him.

when you finally reached seulgi’s apartment, the atmosphere shifted. there were more drinks, and everyone seemed determined to keep the night alive. bottles of soju passed from hand to hand, and as soon as one reached you, you eagerly reached out, ready to claim it as your own. before you could even feel the cool glass in your palm, though, it was snatched away.

you turned, your expression scrunching into a playful scowl as johnny twisted the bottle in his hand, lifting it to his lips before glancing down at you. “do you wanna die?” you asked sweetly, though the edge of irritation was unmistakable. he scoffed, taking a swig and meeting your gaze with a smirk. “don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

you pretended to think about it, your lips curving into a mischievous smile before you reached up and yanked the bottle back, catching him off guard. “thanks for your concern, dad, much love.” you took a long sip, the burn of the alcohol feeling almost comforting as it slid down your throat. johnny rolled his eyes again, but you didn’t miss the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he trailed behind you.

“we’re gonna step out to smoke,” you announced to the group, weaving your way through the circle of friends. jaehee and mark followed without hesitation, eager to join in. as the four of you headed toward the small balcony, you slapped johnny’s back playfully, still fighting for the bottle he was now keeping just out of reach. the night air felt crisp against your skin, a refreshing contrast to the warmth buzzing in your veins. you could still walk, but you weren’t exactly steady.

johnny plopped down on the outdoor sofa, and you followed, letting yourself collapse beside him. without thinking, you shifted, dropping your head onto his lap with a satisfied sigh. he tensed immediately, the sudden weight of you pressing into him clearly catching him off guard. you could feel his hesitation, the way his body stiffened as if unsure how to handle it, but when your eyes met his, something flickered in his expression—something unreadable.

he gulped, but before he could say anything, you seized the opportunity, snatching the bottle from his hand once more. you took a quick sip, then handed it back to him with a grin. “thanks,” you murmured, your voice soft, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you in the hazy glow of the night.

meanwhile, jaehee paced around the balcony, his voice rising with a familiar complaint. “guys, you guys,” he slurred, throwing his arms dramatically. “joohyun is so pretty up close. oh, god.”

mark let out a laugh, almost too loud for the quiet night. “we get it already. so tell her,” you snapped, exasperated. “we can’t stand your fawning anymore. grow a pair, get rejected, and move on.” jaehee sighed, his body folding in on itself as he slumped forward, his head in his hands. his unrequited crush was a burden to everyone around him, a fact that seemed to grow more evident with every passing drink.

johnny chuckled quietly beside you, pulling out his vape and taking a long drag. you turned to him, your eyes narrowing as you eyed the device in his hand. “i wanna try,” you demanded, your curiosity piqued. “where’ve you been hiding this?” without missing a beat, he blew a cloud of fruity smoke directly in your face, his lips quirking in amusement. “there you go,” he said, his voice teasing. “like it?”

you scrunched your nose, glaring at him playfully before snatching the vape from his hand. you pressed yourself into him, your body fitting too easily against his as you brought the vape to your lips. he was visibly tense, though he tried to hide it, his eyes flickering between your face and the ground as if he couldn’t decide where to look. mark couldn’t help but notice. “how are you not hot, dude? take your jacket off,” he commented, blowing smoke from his own vape as he gestured toward johnny.

you turned to johnny, your brow furrowing in mock concern. “yeah, take it off. what are you, cold-blooded?” johnny hesitated for a beat, but eventually gave in. with a sigh, he peeled off his leather jacket, revealing the edge of a tattoo peeking out from under his shirt. the second the ink caught the light, both you and mark gasped in unison, your eyes wide with surprise.

“dude, when’d you get tatted?” mark asked, his voice full of awe. you were just as shocked, your fingers instinctively reaching out to trace the visible lines of the tattoo. johnny barely reacted to mark’s question, his attention focused solely on you as your fingertips brushed against his skin. the contact was subtle, but it sent a shiver down his spine, one that you could almost feel beneath your touch.

“you hate it?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, almost unsure. you shook your head slowly, still tracing the ink with a delicate touch. your fingers tugged at his shirt slightly, exposing a bit more of the design along his collarbone. “it looks really good, actually,” you murmured, your voice soft and sincere. for the first time that night, johnny smiled—an unguarded, genuine smile that seemed to reach all the way to his eyes.

the next day hit you like a truck. your body felt leaden, your mind trapped in a fog that refused to clear. the hangover clung to you, a dull ache that pulsed behind your eyes with every breath, every movement. sleep had been fleeting, and recovery—nonexistent. but there was no time to linger in your misery; it was the day of the flea market, one of the biggest events of the semester. food stalls, fundraisers, and most importantly, the pride of your department—an exhibit of heartfelt student creations—were all on the agenda.

you dragged yourself into the classroom, still feeling half-dead, only to be greeted by your professor’s knowing smile. she stood at the front, arms crossed, watching you with a teasing glint in her eye. “it smells like you’ve had a long night,” she quipped, her tone dripping with amusement. “of preparing for the market, i assume.” you let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of your neck as you nodded. “obviously,” you said, feigning confidence. “we should consider selling soju, actually.”

your professor clicked her tongue, shaking her head slightly before turning her attention back to the review of preparations. you stifled a sigh, already feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. the hours that followed were a blur of frantic activity—setting up displays, arranging materials, checking every last detail. it wasn’t that there was an overwhelming amount to do, but the lack of help made it feel like you were tackling a mountain alone. every task felt heavier than it should’ve, your body screaming for rest with each passing minute.

by the time everything came together, you were beyond worn out. the thought of quitting, of abandoning it all, floated through your mind more than once. “i should just drop out,” you muttered under your breath, half-serious. “yup, that’s it.” you shook your head, trying to focus as you thought about your next move. the event hadn’t even started, and you needed a break, badly. a trip to the convenience store seemed like the only thing that could save you at this point.

slipping away from the scene, you made your way to the nearest store, the cool air a temporary reprieve from the heat and noise of the market preparations. you grabbed a few essentials—food, snacks, and, of course, alcohol. your hand hovered over a couple of cans of beer, and without a second thought, you tossed them into your basket. it wasn’t even the late afternoon, but who was keeping track? the fluorescent lights of the store buzzed quietly as you stood in line, your mind somewhere else entirely.

when you finally stepped out of the store, bags in hand, the market had transformed in your absence. the stalls were set up, bustling with energy as vendors finished last-minute preparations. the smell of grilled meat and fried snacks filled the air, mixing with the hum of chatter as students and visitors began to trickle in. you walked slowly, taking in the scene as you made your way back. bright banners fluttered in the breeze, colorful displays lining the path, but your attention was pulled elsewhere.

your gaze landed on your group, specifically johnny, standing at the center of it all, laughing with that familiar, easy smile. he stood taller than the rest, always the anchor of the group, but it wasn’t just his height that drew your eyes today. something else caught your attention—the two girls standing in front of him, both smiling brightly, flirting in a way that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

this was nothing new. johnny had always been popular, his laid-back demeanor and quiet charm drawing people in. but today, something felt different. it wasn’t just their presence that bothered you. it was the way your chest tightened at the sight of him, his jacket off for the first time in a long while, his tattoo partially exposed. the ink was dark against his skin, catching the light as the girls leaned in, clearly captivated.

you scoffed, pulling the bag higher onto your shoulder as you watched the scene unfold. one of the girls made a move—too bold for her own good—and you could see the subtle shift in johnny’s expression, the moment he let her down easy, polite but distant. they exchanged eye rolls before walking away, defeated, and you couldn’t help but smirk. “what a show,” you teased as you approached him, your tone light but pointed. “you’re quite the catch now that you’re inked up.”

johnny rolled his eyes, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he made room for you beside him. “what’s in the bag? what’d you get me?” he asked, his voice casual, though there was an edge of curiosity beneath it. you grinned, pulling out two cans of beer and holding them up triumphantly. his eyes widened for a second before he groaned, pushing your hands back toward the bag.

“shit, put that away,” he muttered, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “you psycho. all you do is drink.” you let out a dramatic sigh, slipping the cans back into the bag. “you’re no fun,” you pouted, kicking your legs up and resting them across his lap. his body tensed under the sudden contact, though you didn’t notice, too distracted by the scene unfolding in front of you.

your eyes landed on jaehyun, dressed in traditional japanese clothing by one of the food stalls, his hands pressed together in a namaste gesture as he spoke to a customer. you burst out laughing, unable to keep it in.

“what the hell is he doing? namaste,” you mocked, mimicking the gesture as you stifled another laugh. “i should start using that.” johnny chuckled beside you, pressing his palms together in imitation. “what would you ever use it for?” he asked through his laughter.

you turned to him, still laughing, but your breath caught when your eyes met his. there was something in the way he looked at you, something that made the world feel smaller, quieter. the noise of the market faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that moment. it didn’t last long, just a brief flicker of something unspoken. but it was long enough for you to feel your heart skip, a sudden jolt you couldn’t explain. and for the first time in a long while, you wondered why being around johnny made you feel this way. because you knew—it wasn’t just about the tattoo.

just as you pulled out the can of beer you’d been craving all afternoon, a familiar figure appeared out of the corner of your eye. your professor, her sharp eyes sweeping the market, walked toward you with a faint smile playing on her lips. she settled herself on the steps above, overlooking the both of you. you straightened up slightly, exchanging quick, sheepish glances with johnny as you greeted her. “well, well,” she said, folding her hands neatly in her lap, “enjoying the festivities?”

you both nodded, doing your best to appear composed despite the weariness clinging to you like a second skin. the professor’s gaze drifted across the market, her eyes landing on jaehyun, who was still stationed at his stall, gracefully bowing to another customer, his outfit swaying lightly in the breeze. “jeong jaehyun, right?” she asked, her voice cutting through the soft hum of the crowd. you both nodded in unison. “that’s him,” you confirmed.

a small smile tugged at her lips. “i remember him. he’s good at what he does.” neither of you responded immediately, unsure if there was more to the statement. you exchanged a glance with johnny, who, true to form, remained silent, staring at the ground as though it held the answers to all of life’s questions.

then, the professor turned her attention fully to the two of you, her eyes glinting with a curiosity you hadn’t anticipated. her tone softened, almost as though she was asking something of little consequence. “are you two dating?” the question hung in the air, far heavier than it should have been. you barely had time to react before johnny tensed beside you, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the floor. he said nothing. the silence stretched, becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

you broke it with a laugh, the kind of laugh that bubbled up naturally, as if the whole notion were ridiculous. “absolutely not. never ever ever ever,” you said, chuckling through your words. but the professor didn’t seem convinced. she raised a brow, her smile growing ever so slightly. “why not? kids like you always end up getting together.”

her words felt oddly deliberate, and you could sense johnny beside you wishing for the conversation to be over. anything to stop your amused laughter and the strange, lingering feeling the question left behind. you shook your head, still grinning. “we’re the exception, don’t worry,” you assured her, your tone light, though you noticed johnny shift slightly beside you, as though the whole conversation had put him on edge.

the professor let out a soft hum of acknowledgment, clearly unconvinced but willing to drop it for now. she rose to her feet, brushing off her skirt with a practiced motion. “i’ll be off then,” she said, glancing at both of you. “don’t cause any trouble—and make sure to clean up after.” you both nodded in response, watching her walk away, the air still thick with the weight of her question. the moment she was out of sight, you leaned back against johnny’s shoulder with a dramatic sigh, your legs still draped over his lap as you fished another beer out of the bag.

without missing a beat, you cracked the can open with a satisfied exhale, but before you could even take a sip, Johnny’s hand shot out, snatching it from you with ease. you let out a whine of protest. “no, no,” he teased, raising the can to his lips as he took a swig. “i’m sorry, we don’t serve alcohol here.” you glared at him, snatching the can back with a huff. “let me live,” you groaned, bringing the can to your lips and finally taking a sip, savoring the cold bitterness as it slid down your throat.

johnny shook his head in disbelief, his lips twitching with amusement. “is all you do drink?” he asked, his voice laced with mock exasperation. “aren’t you gonna drink at the after-party tonight anyway?” you waved him off with a dismissive hand, not in the mood for his nagging. “you nag me more than my mom does. it’s heartbreaking,” you said dramatically, your gaze wandering up to the sky, watching the soft hues of the evening begin to deepen.

johnny rolled his eyes, though there was a hint of fondness in the gesture. “whatever, dude. just know i’m not gonna carry your ass back home.” you chuckled softly, closing your eyes for a moment as the weight of the day finally started to catch up to you. you knew how these nights went—the drinking, the laughter, the inevitable crash. and yet, you couldn’t help but grin as you leaned further into him, completely unbothered.

johnny wished, more than anything, that he had signed some kind of contract earlier that day—one that would have absolved him of the responsibility of carrying your drunk, disorderly self. this had happened so many times before, but this time felt different. you had gone too far. again.

the night had stretched long past its welcome, the bars closing one by one, until the last stragglers stumbled out into the streets. most of the group had already gone home, leaving johnny with the burden of getting you on your feet. you sat slumped on the curb, outside the entrance of the bar, refusing to move. strangers walked by, some giving curious glances, but most too busy with their own drunken states to notice.

johnny stood a few feet away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, staring at you with a mix of amusement and exasperation. you were making a scene, but you didn’t care. you never cared when you reached this point. “hey, let's go. come on,” he said, his voice laced with tired patience as he approached. “everyone’s gone already.” he nudged your shoulder lightly with his foot, but all you did was groan in response.

when it became clear that words weren’t going to work, he crouched down behind you, his body close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. his hands rested on your shoulders, and you could smell the faint trace of cologne lingering in the fabric of his jacket. it was a smell you had grown accustomed to, yet tonight, with the alcohol swimming in your veins, it seemed stronger, more distracting.

“i’m gonna leave without you, you need to get a hold of yourself,” he muttered, though he knew it was a hollow threat. johnny wasn’t going to leave you behind. he never did. you didn’t respond, too caught up in the sensation of his presence behind you—his breath warm against the back of your neck, his hands steady and sure. the world was a blur, but somehow, the closeness of him was the one thing that cut through the haze. you tilted your head back against his arm, your eyes half-lidded as you looked up at him.

“do you know what time it is? we gotta go, man,” he said again, his voice breaking the silence that had settled between you. but you didn’t answer. you just stared at him, catching the flicker of nerves in his eyes as he held your gaze. for a second, he seemed caught off guard, the usually calm and collected johnny looking at you as if he didn’t know what to do next. then, without thinking—because thinking was far beyond you now—your finger flew up to press against his lips, silencing whatever words were about to tumble out of his mouth.

“just shut up,” you slurred, your finger still resting gently against his lips. his eyes widened in shock, his whole body freezing as the world around him seemed to stop. he stared at you, stunned, his mind racing to catch up to what was happening. your words hung heavy in the air, their weight sinking into his chest. “i never noticed before,” you mumbled, your voice low and slurred, “but you’re handsome up close.”

that was it. the world tilted slightly, the alcohol and the intimacy of the moment crashing together in his head like waves against the shore. johnny’s heart was pounding in his chest, each beat louder than the last, his skin burning from the heat of the situation, from the way your finger still lingered against his lips. your finger slowly fell away, but the space it left behind was almost unbearable. before he could fully process it, before he could even think of what to do, you grabbed the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair as you pulled him down. and then, your lips were on his.

the kiss was messy, uncoordinated, a clash of warmth and alcohol-fueled impulsiveness. johnny’s brain screamed at him to react, to pull away, but his body refused to listen. he was too stunned to do anything but sit there, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat, as you pressed into him, your lips soft against his. it was a sensation he hadn’t expected—hadn’t even allowed himself to imagine. when you finally pulled away, leaving a cold void between you, your eyes met his, heavy-lidded and searching. for a moment, neither of you moved, the tension between you thick and electric.

then, as if the shock had worn off, johnny’s hand reached out, pulling you back in. this time, he wasn’t frozen. his lips found yours again, and this time, they moved in sync with yours, each movement slow and deliberate. it was nothing like the first kiss—this one was softer, deeper. johnny’s hand cradled the back of your head as he kissed you again, his mind no longer racing, no longer trying to make sense of what was happening. all he knew was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your skin, and the way the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of you, sitting on a curb in the middle of the night.

he was completely, utterly lost. he was lost in it, in you, in the sensation of you. he was lost in the way you milked him dry, giving him the perfect view of your tits bouncing in his face as you pressed your palms against the wall in front of you, leaning forward with your back arched as you met his pace with swift, harsh bounces with a cigarette in your mouth. he was lost in the way you moaned his name, begging him to go harder, faster before whispering sweet nothings into his ear to push him off the edge. “tearing my pussy open, fuck,” you purred, your breath hot against his ear as the tip of your tongue danced alongside his earlobe, voice muffled with the filter between your lips. “fuck me so good, gonna make me squirt all over this dick.”

his favorite part seemed to be kissing you. it felt more intimate than the sex itself. he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, he knew he’d give in one way or another. his lips clashed with yours, melting against them as he cupped your cheek. he exhaled, blowing the smoke into your mouth as his tongue traced your bottom lip. you kissed him with desire, hunger, all the while he kissed you as if you were fragile, like you were on the verge of breaking. “your dick’s so fucking big, ’m close,” you whined, breaking the kiss to press your forehead against his.

he was just as close, thrusting upwards to match your speed. he practically felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tightened around his dick, your thighs slick with your juices and spread to give him the perfect view of your cunt swallowing him whole. you were greedy, but you were tempting, so he let you have him. he wanted more than what you were offering him, but he knew his chances were less than slim. the two of you had allowed yourselves to break the first rule of friendship between men and women, and he had no interest in knowing what would happen the next morning. in fact, he wasn’t even thinking about it. the alcohol had absorbed his mind so nicely that he was unable to focus on anything but you, you and you.

your best friend groaned in your ear, the sound of his raspy voice shooting straight through your core as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. you could practically feel him coming up your ribcage as he held you close, pounding into your pussy with all his might. the cigarette trembled between your fingers and, soon enough, you found yourself tossing it aside, your limbs too numb to hold onto anything but the weight of your lust. you tried to reassure yourself that this was no different fro. your usual activities, that it wouldn’t strain your friendship. you wanted to believe it wouldn’t make things weird.

“i’m gonna—” johnny cut himself off with a grunt, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of your hips as he lifted himself once more, filling your pussy to the brim with a loud moan. he let go, his cock throbbing with your walls clenching around it as he came inside you, shooting thick ropes of sticky white into you. it felt too good, all of it. he loved how warm you were, how tight you felt, how he felt like he was breaking you with nothing but the size of his cock. the way you bit down on his tatted shoulder only confirmed his thought.

the morning unfolded in a muted haze, each moment stretching out painfully as you navigated through the aftermath of the night before. the air felt heavy, and every sound seemed amplified in the silence of your room. you stood in the shower, the hot water cascading over you, but all it did was intensify the flood of thoughts racing through your mind. “how could you have slept with him?” you cursed yourself repeatedly, the echo of your own voice drowned by the rush of water. “of all people—your best friend. you’ve really fucked this one up.”

you scrubbed at your skin as if trying to wash away the shame and confusion that clung to you, but it was no use. the image of johnny’s euphoric expression, the warmth of his breath against your lips, and the weight of his body pressing into yours lingered like an unwanted tattoo etched in your mind. you knew he must have hated you for what had happened; there was no other explanation.

you paced back and forth in your room, drying your hair with one hand while the other fiddled with your towel. “he’s definitely gonna end our friendship,” you muttered, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. “can’t let that happen. i won’t.” determination flooded your veins, pushing back the rising tide of despair. you had to face him. you couldn’t let this ruin everything you had built together.

finally, after what felt like an eternity of agonizing over every possible outcome, you stepped back into the shared space. the sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the room in a soft glow, but the beauty of it all was lost on you. johnny was sitting in front of the mirror, hands clasped in his lap, his gaze locked on his reflection. what had he done?

the sight of him sent a pang of regret through your chest, and before you could gather your thoughts, you tripped over the edge of the doorframe, stumbling into the room. a loud clatter echoed through the quiet, and you hissed in pain as you hit the floor. “are you okay?” his voice cut through the silence, concern lacing his tone as he turned to face you.

“oh, yeah. i’m good,” you replied, forcing a nervous laugh as you pushed yourself back to your feet, trying to brush off the embarrassment. but his serious demeanor sent a wave of unease through you. “could we talk for a bit?” his tone was soft yet edged with an underlying tension, and you nodded quietly.

the silence stretched uncomfortably, wrapping around you like a thick fog. you let out a nervous laugh, desperate to break the ice. “woah, i must have alcohol-related dementia, dude,” you said, feigning concern as you tapped your head. “i don’t remember anything, so maybe—” but he cut you off, his voice now colder, sharper. “what? it was all a mistake?”

you froze, the gravity of his words sinking in. you couldn’t let this ruin everything. “yeah, we both made a mistake. we were drunk, right?” your voice was steady, but doubt crept in as you saw something shift in his expression—something dark, something that made you wish you could take back your words. he pulled his shirt over his head, an action so mundane that it sent your heart racing with a different kind of confusion. “since we made a mistake, nothing has to change between us. don’t you think?” the question hung in the air, but he offered no response.

“i'm leaving,” he finally said, his tone abrupt, the finality of it sending a chill through you. you had never seen him like this—so distant, so cold, and the sight of it felt like a knife twisting in your gut. “wait!” you called out, desperation spilling into your voice, but it was too late. he stormed out, slamming the door shut behind him with a resounding thud that echoed in the stillness of the room.

you stared at the closed door, your heart sinking. “shit, dammit. what have i done?” you muttered, the words barely above a whisper as you leaned your head against the wall, the coolness of it doing little to ease the warmth creeping to your cheeks. the panic set in, swirling in your chest like a storm. you were totally, utterly screwed.

the warm, fragrant steam wafting from the bowl of hangover soup enveloped you as you sat in the cozy little restaurant, seeking solace in its rich, comforting broth. each spoonful felt like a balm for your weary soul, a temporary reprieve from the relentless pounding in your head. you stared into the bowl, your mind drifting through the hazy remnants of the previous night, replaying every moment like a film stuck on repeat. just as you began to find some peace within the familiar flavors, the tranquility shattered with the entrance of a familiar figure.

“jeong jaehyun?” you scoffed, catching a glimpse of him as he strolled by, all confidence and charm, his laughter echoing softly as he greeted someone on the other side of the room. you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself, “namaste,” you mumbled, amused by the ridiculousness of it all. yet, as you continued eating, your smile faded, quickly replaced by the weight of your earlier encounter with johnny.

you returned to your soup, lost in your thoughts, when another figure captured your attention. this time, the atmosphere shifted as johnny strolled in, his expression unreadable. your heart raced as he plopped down across from you, and you nearly choked on your soup. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched, thick and tense, as if the air itself was waiting with bated breath. then, finally, he broke it. “last night wasn’t a mistake for me,” he admitted, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, something that sent a jolt through you.

you blinked, disbelief washing over your features. “and things won’t be the same for me, not anymore,” he continued, and your stomach twisted as you processed his words. “i don’t think i can just pretend it didn’t happen.” your eyes fluttered shut, and you exhaled an exasperated sigh. couldn’t he see how complicated this was? you had been careful, guarded—emotions were messy, and you didn’t want to get caught in the web of your own heart. “so, what’s gonna happen now?” you asked, setting your spoon down with a clink that echoed in the stillness between you.

“i don’t think i can be your friend now,” he stated, and with each word, you felt the reality of the situation sink in like a heavy stone. your eyes widened in realization, shock flooding through you. “i want you to be my girlfriend,” he said, his voice steady but vulnerable, as if he were laying bare his soul on the table between you.

stunned, you stared at him, mouth slightly agape. “you want us to date just because we slept together once?” you scoffed, incredulity bubbling to the surface. “do you even like me?” his silence was a heavy weight, pressing down on both of you. yes, johnny so desperately wanted to say, yes. but he knew better than to voice it; the fear of rejection loomed larger than his desire to confess.

“see, you can’t even answer that,” you said, your tone softening as the initial shock began to subside, replaced by something heavier—an aching uncertainty. he sighed, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world rested upon them. “okay,” he conceded, voice quiet but resolute. “if that’s how you feel, i’ll take care of my feelings.” the finality of his words hung in the air like a thread, ready to snap. but without another glance, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor with a painful sound.

“what? wait!” you called out, desperation coloring your voice. you wanted to know what was next, where this left you both. but your plea echoed unanswered, only drawing the attention of the nearby diners, their curious gazes flicking toward the two of you. johnny didn’t stop; he was already gone, leaving you alone amidst the clamor of the restaurant. you had opened pandora’s box the moment you kissed him, and now, everything was unraveling.

the hangover that had clung to you since morning seemed to dissolve as the news of jaehyun treating the group to pizza settled in. your appetite, long dormant, returned in full force, and despite the swirling confusion in your mind, the thought of warm, cheesy pizza made your stomach growl. but with that bit of good news came an unwelcome thread of tension—your thoughts immediately jumped to jaehyun, and the secret you’d let slip a few nights before. had someone told him? did he know?

by the time you and the others arrived at the restaurant, the question still haunted you, but you masked it with a neutral smile as you slid into the seat next to jaehyun. he gave you a polite smile, the kind that was effortlessly charming but hard to read. “hey, haven’t seen you in a while,” he greeted, his tone light but pointed.

“yeah, could say the same,” you responded, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. the memory of last night’s slip-up echoed in your mind, but before either of you could dive deeper into the conversation, joohyun and seulgi appeared at the table, their presence cutting through the awkwardness. “thanks again, jae,” seulgi chimed, and jaehyun just nodded in his easygoing way. you almost felt a sense of relief, but it was fleeting.

mark and jaehee showed up shortly after, their energy infectiously bright as they took their seats. you turned to greet them, but the moment you did, your heart stopped. johnny was walking with them, and the second you caught sight of him, everything inside you froze. instinctively, you whipped back around, heart pounding in your chest as you tried to compose yourself. but it was impossible to ignore the magnetic pull of his presence; your eyes found his across the table, and suddenly, everything else faded into the background. it was silent and unbearably awkward. the look in his eyes was unreadable, but you couldn’t seem to tear yourself away.

“is it just me or did it just get cold in here?” mark asked with a shiver, his innocent comment cutting through the palpable tension. “you’re totally right, i felt a chill,” jaehee added, throwing a knowing glance around the table. jaehyun shot a quick look between you and johnny, but before he could say anything, the pizza arrived, mercifully shifting the mood. the mixed array of seafood, vegetables, and meat was laid out before you, and you seized the opportunity to break the moment, reaching for a slice—though all you did was pluck a piece of shrimp from it, trying to distract yourself.

“you liar, you said you were on a diet,” joohyun teased, breaking the tension with a playful grin. you waved the shrimp in her face with a smile of your own. “obviously, that’s why i’m only going for the shrimp,” you quipped, trying to ease the growing discomfort in your chest. but just as you thought you might be able to relax, jaehyun’s voice pulled your attention.

“a diet? why, are you seeing someone?” his question was innocent enough, but it hit you square in the chest, your heart sinking as you forced out a laugh. “as if,” you replied, the smile slipping from your face as you caught a glimpse of johnny across the table. “you guys know me better than that.” the words barely left your lips when you noticed the way johnny’s expression fell. his face shifted, and for a brief moment, something in you ached at the sight. but before you could dwell on it, mark, oblivious to the growing tension, slapped his chest dramatically as if struck by a revelation.

“now that we’re talking about it,” he began, addressing johnny with a grin. “how would you like to go on a blind date?” a blind date? you nearly choked on the words as they hit you, your surprise mirrored by johnny’s reaction. it was written all over your face as you watched his expression shift, his attention now fully on mark. “with who?” he asked, his voice calm, but you could sense the curiosity laced within it.

mark leaned in, his smile broadening as he wrapped an arm around johnny’s shoulders. “with my friend. she saw a picture of us and is interested in meeting you.” he sounded excited, unaware of the tightening knot forming in your chest. you noticed Joohyun casting a knowing glance your way, her smirk unmistakable. and though you tried to brush it off, the sting was there, sharp and cutting. johnny seemed genuinely intrigued, and for reasons you couldn’t quite explain, it made something inside you twist painfully. the urge to speak up was overwhelming.

“tell your friend,” you interrupted, your voice steady but betraying your inner turmoil, “that seeing any guy just because she’s lonely won’t end well for her. lonely people will still be lonely even if they date.” the second the words slipped out, you regretted them. the entire table fell silent, all eyes turning toward you, even johnny’s. the weight of your own statement hung in the air, thick and uncomfortable. his gaze, cool and unwavering, pierced through you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. his next words were measured, deliberate, as if meant just for you.

“tell your friend,” he began, his voice low, eyes still locked on yours, “that i’m more than interested.” the table erupted into cheers, mark and jaehee clapping in excitement, but you couldn’t bring yourself to join them. the bitter taste of jealousy lingered in your mouth, and though you had no right to feel this way, the emotions churned violently within you. you should’ve been happy for him, for his chance to move on. but as you sat there, staring at him, all you could think about was the shift that had occurred between you. and worse, the possibility that you had lost him for good.

you had sworn you’d keep your mind off johnny tonight, but as the hours dragged on, your resolve crumbled. the stupid dating app you relied on felt more pointless than ever, but it was the only distraction you had. someone named doyoung had caught your attention—well, enough to pull you through another empty evening. his messages were blunt, devoid of charm, but that suited you fine tonight. you didn’t have the energy for anything more. you didn’t want to feel.

“so, should we have a drink first?” his voice barely registered, and frankly, you weren’t even sure his name was doyoung. you were already too tired to care. “or should we just get a place to fuck?” the crudeness of his words slid over you like rainwater. you barely flinched. “i don’t know, whatever you want,” you replied, your tone flat, uninterested. everything around you felt muted, dull. the walk to the bar had been just as cold as your mood, and the cool night air did nothing to clear your head.

you didn’t catch most of what doyoung said next, his voice dissolving into the background as your attention shifted. it wasn’t the open bar that caught your eye—it was the people inside. or rather, him. johnny. and he wasn’t alone.

your heart plummeted at the sight of him, seated at a table with a girl who was undeniably pretty. too pretty. you knew exactly who she was—the blind date mark had set up, the girl who had shown interest in johnny. she was laughing at something he said, leaning in closer, her eyes wide and animated, and the worst part? the smile on johnny’s face. that smile, the one you thought was reserved for moments only the two of you shared. the sight of it on his face while he sat next to her made your stomach churn.

“you know what? let’s drink here,” you blurted out, cutting doyoung off mid-sentence, not even giving him time to process the change in plans. before he could say anything, you grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him toward the entrance, your steps quick and impulsive. embarrassment threatened to flood your chest, but you shoved it aside. how could you care about something like that when johnny was right there with someone else?

you pushed your way through the door, the air inside warm compared to the biting cold of the night. the bar was lit, cozy in a way that didn’t match the knot of tension building in your gut. without hesitating, you yanked out a chair and sat down at the table right beside johnny and his date. you could feel doyoung lingering behind you, confused but compliant, sitting down awkwardly.

the girl didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in whatever she was saying to johnny, but he noticed. the moment he saw you, his body tensed, his hand pausing mid-motion, nearly causing him to choke on his drink. you caught the subtle widening of his eyes, the faltering of his smile, and it made your pulse race. “are you alright?” the girl asked him, concerned, and to your horror, she gently reached over to wipe his mouth with a napkin. you felt something in you snap. the intimacy of the gesture, the way she doted on him so casually, it made your blood simmer with a slow burn you couldn’t ignore.

johnny mumbled, “yeah, i’m fine,” but his eyes never left yours. there was a tension there, something hanging heavy in the space between you, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to blur out of focus. doyoung was saying something next to you, but you couldn’t hear him. all you could do was watch johnny, and he watched you right back. the girl turned back to her drink, oblivious to the silent exchange happening between you and her date. you couldn’t stand it any longer. the weight of it all—his new date, the memory of the night you shared, the way he still looked at you like nothing had changed, yet everything had—it was unbearable.

“on second thought,” you said, standing up abruptly, “let’s drink somewhere else.” your voice came out harsher than you intended, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. the words were sharp, and the moment was suffocating. doyoung didn’t argue. he didn’t have to. the look on johnny’s face told you everything you needed to know—and the look you gave him in return? it spoke volumes. but neither of you said a word. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked out, the cold air hitting your face as you left the bar behind, but the tension from inside followed.

you didn’t even sleep with doyoung that night. not that you ever intended to, not really. the weight of everything had sunk too deep in your bones, leaving you tired and restless at the same time. you lied, telling him you had a headache, watching as disappointment briefly flashed across his face before he nodded. the night fizzled out into nothing, and though you managed to fall asleep, it was fitful, and the morning came too soon.

when you woke, the weight of last night still clung to you like a second skin. the frustration hadn’t faded; it had only settled deeper. you dragged yourself through your routine, still fed up, still over it all, and that mood followed you to your classes. normally, you’d exchange greetings or at least acknowledge the smiles thrown your way, but today you couldn’t be bothered. you brushed past them, head down, the clamor of the hallways nothing but a blur of voices.

in the classroom, you practically collapsed into your chair with a heavy sigh, dropping your bag beside you. you closed your eyes, hoping for just a moment of peace. “hey, what’s up with you?” jaehee’s familiar voice cut through your thoughts. he flicked a strand of your hair with a teasing smile, always too perceptive for his own good. “don’t even,” you groaned, swatting his hand away lazily. “too early for your bullshit.”

he chuckled, but before he could say anything more, mark burst into the room, his excitement radiating from him like a shot of caffeine. “guys, guys, guys! this is so big,” he practically shouted, breathless as he skidded to a halt by your desk. his energy was contagious, but you were too far gone to care.

you tried to focus on his words, but it was impossible, especially when johnny followed right behind him. his presence drew your attention like a magnet, even if you wanted to ignore it. he strolled in casually, but when his eyes met yours, they immediately flickered away, his head dropping low as if he didn’t want to be seen. it stung, more than you cared to admit, and you scoffed under your breath. jaehee was already leaning forward, eager for whatever mark had to say. “what? what now?” he asked, practically vibrating with curiosity.

mark pulled up a chair, sliding into the space between you and jaehee, his eyes darting around like he was about to reveal some top-secret information. “jaehyun totally knows we know his big secret,” he whispered, glancing dramatically between you and jaehee. you barely listened, your attention still on johnny. he wasn’t looking at you anymore, but you felt the tension hanging in the air between you like a tightrope about to snap. every little gesture, every glance was loud in its silence.

jaehee let out an exaggerated sigh, completely absorbed in the gossip. “his sex scandal is the best thing i’ve heard all year,” he said with a satisfied grin, turning to you with his hands pressed together the same way jaehyun had. “namaste, (y/n).” you just rolled your eyes, too exhausted to even respond. the scandal, jaehyun, all of it seemed so trivial now compared to the mess you’d tangled yourself in.

before you could even think of something to say, johnny’s voice sliced through the conversation like ice. “sorry to interrupt your gossip circle, but we should hurry up with the art venue.” jaehee and mark murmured in agreement, but you weren’t finished. your frustration boiled over, and before you could stop yourself, you scoffed aloud. “must be in a big hurry to go on a date.”

you hadn’t meant for it to be heard. you thought it was a mutter, a private sting of bitterness for your own ears only. but no. the second the words left your mouth, you knew you’d made a mistake. the room went still, and you felt johnny’s gaze snap to you. his look was hard, challenging, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if daring you to say more. “yeah, how’d you know?” his voice was sharp, almost condescending, the words cutting through the tension like a blade.

the sarcasm stung, and you couldn’t help yourself. “asshole,” you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear, before standing abruptly, slinging your bag over your shoulder. you didn’t bother waiting for a response, didn’t care to see the reactions from mark or jaehee. you just needed to get out of there. you stormed out, the noise of the room already behind you, but their voices still echoed in your mind. you knew they’d talk about it. you knew they’d wonder what had gotten into you, what had caused the sharpness between you and johnny. but you didn’t care. you were done listening, done pretending.

walking down the street during your break, the weight of the morning still clung to you. the frustration, the sleeplessness—it all pressed down, leaving you exasperated, thirsty, and just done with everything. you passed cafes and restaurants, each one tempting you with the promise of air-conditioning and iced drinks. but it wasn’t until you spotted a small café, its glass window gleaming in the afternoon light, that something finally caught your eye.

it wasn’t the café itself or the ice cream shop connected to it that made you stop mid-step. no, it was the familiar figure inside that pulled you to a halt, your heart sinking instantly. “johnny?” you murmured under your breath, squinting as if that would somehow change the reality of what you were seeing.

you took a step closer to the window, hoping, praying even, that maybe you were mistaken. but of course, you weren’t. it was him. and, of course, he wasn’t alone. that same girl was sitting across from him, leaning in close as they talked, laughing and eating ice cream together like it was the most normal thing in the world.

a bitter laugh escaped you, low and incredulous. “no fucking way,” you whispered to yourself, eyes narrowing. the sight of johnny, with her, at a café, chatting and laughing, was already enough to twist a knot of irritation in your chest. but it wasn’t just that. no, it was what he was holding in his hand that made the blood rush to your ears.

you couldn’t believe it. the ice cream in his hand, the one he was eating so casually, was the exact flavor that had once united the two of you in disgust. mint chocolate. that flavor. you had talked about it with him, joked about how it tasted like toothpaste, how neither of you could stand it. and now, there he was, happily eating it with her, like none of that mattered anymore. “that son of a bitch,” you muttered, the disbelief turning quickly to anger. you could feel your heart pounding, a bitter taste creeping up your throat. you remembered the day like it had just happened.

it was a few months back, during a group hangout. seulgi had been ordering ice cream for everyone, scrolling through the options on her phone. when johnny walked in, you asked him what flavor he wanted. he slid into the seat beside you as seulgi mentioned getting mint chocolate as her third scoop. both you and johnny had shot her the same look of disgust, so perfectly in sync that seulgi had paused, confused. “what?” she asked, looking between the two of you.

“that’s disgusting,” you had said, your voice filled with mock horror. “yeah, you like eating toothpaste or something?” johnny had added, his face twisted in the same playful revulsion. you both shared a knowing look then, a moment of perfect camaraderie as you dapped each other up, leaving seulgi baffled. it had been one of those little moments that cemented your connection, a silly joke that felt like yours alone.

and now, that same connection felt like it was slipping through your fingers. there he was, eating her ice cream, laughing with her. the same johnny who had once called mint chocolate “toothpaste” now sat across from someone else, seemingly oblivious to everything you had shared. you didn’t want to watch anymore. you had seen enough. you had felt enough. with a bitter scoff, you turned away from the window, your heart pounding with something that felt all too much like betrayal. you didn’t know why it hurt so much—it was just ice cream, just a stupid flavor. but it wasn’t, not really. it was the principle of it, the small betrayal of something that had once made sense between you two, now shattered.

you had pushed yourself over the edge. the drinks had blurred into each other, one after the next, until all you could think about was johnny—his touch, his warmth, the way his smile used to light up his entire face. the memory of him tugged at your mind, shifting from simple thoughts to something more intimate: the scent of his skin, the taste of his kiss, the way his eyes used to lock with yours, as if telling you something without saying a word. you remembered the look he gave you, the one that seemed to say “i love you,” and how you had let it all slip away so easily.

that was why you were now slumped over outside the bar, unable to pull yourself together, the world spinning wildly around you. your body felt heavy, sluggish, and somewhere in the background, you heard mark’s voice, too enthusiastic for the state you were in. “should we go for more drinks?” he asked, but his suggestion was met with disapproval. “we gotta get (y/n) up,” jaehee responded, his voice dripping with concern. everyone seemed to be murmuring in agreement, encouraging you, nudging you to pull yourself together. but you couldn’t. not when johnny consumed your every thought.

while you struggled to stay coherent, johnny was at home, leaning against the railing of his balcony, a can of beer in his hand. the night air was cool, refreshing, but it did nothing to clear the turmoil in his mind. he drank in silence, each sip a reminder of you—of how complicated things had gotten, of how much you confused him, and yet, how much he still cared. his phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with mark’s name. he sighed, half-hoping it would be you on the other end.

“what is it?” johnny answered, the weariness in his voice clear. “yo, you know where (y/n) lives, don’t you? tell me her address,” mark slurred, the telltale signs of alcohol heavy in his voice.

“what do you need it for?” johnny asked, his concern sharpening. “she’s totally wasted, so i’m gonna call her a taxi,” mark explained, and johnny felt his entire body tense. in an instant, the fog of his own buzz dissipated. “i’ll be right there,” he cut in before mark could say anything else. “don’t call a cab. i’ll take care of her.” the call ended abruptly, leaving mark no time to argue.

johnny arrived shortly after in a cab of his own, pulling up just outside the bar. he could hear jaehee muttering something about how expensive the ride must have been, but johnny ignored it, his focus entirely on you. you, sitting on the curb, your hair a mess, your face flushed from too much alcohol, your shoulders slouched in defeat. “go home,” he told the others, his voice firm. “i’ll take care of her.” though hesitant, they eventually nodded, leaving you two alone in the quiet of the night.

“(y/n),” he said softly, nudging your boot with his foot. “come on, get up.” it took a moment, but something in his voice must have registered with you. with a deep, weary sigh, you pushed your hair out of your face and sat up. your gaze met his, and the world around you seemed to slow down. without a word, johnny slipped off his jacket, draping it over your lap. as you glanced at his tattoo, still visible under the dim streetlight, you felt a lump rise in your throat.

he crouched down in front of you and turned his back. “come on, get on,” he gestured, offering to carry you. but you didn’t move. you couldn’t. the second you tried, the tears began to fall, slipping down your cheeks faster than you could stop them. johnny turned immediately, eyes wide with panic. “what? are you crying?” his voice was almost gentle, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“how could you do something like that to me, you asshole?” you cried, your words broken by sobs. johnny froze for a second before reaching out to wipe away your tears, but you pushed his hand away, shaking your head. “no, don’t touch me. i don’t wanna be anywhere near a liar like you,” you sniffled, your voice thick with pain.

johnny sighed heavily, clearly exhausted. "what did i do? you're too drunk to make sense right now." he turned his back to you again, insisting, “just get on my back.”

but instead, you swatted him, hard, making him wince in pain. "you're an ass," you cried out, your voice wavering with hurt. “what’s wrong with you?” he asked, rubbing his back.

“you said you hated mint chocolate,” you finally cracked, your voice a mess of frustration and tears. “all this time, i thought you hated it, but i guess you like her enough to like it, you asshole.” johnny blinked, clearly taken aback. “what?”

“and you said you wanted to go out with me,” you continued, choking on your sobs. “get lost. i refuse to talk to a guy who likes mint chocolate.” you covered your ears with your hands, trying to block him out. johnny crouched closer, his face softening as your sobs began to quiet.

“i didn’t eat it because of her,” he finally explained, his voice low. “i tried it because i heard it was good for insomnia. do you know how much trouble sleeping i’ve had because of you?” you were still stubborn, still fighting the truth. “that's bullshit. why would that be because of me?” you demanded.

his eyes softened even more as he met your gaze. “because,” he said quietly, “i can’t stop thinking about you.” for the first time in what felt like forever, you locked eyes with him, and everything else melted away. in his eyes, you saw everything—his confusion, his frustration, his longing. and in yours, he saw your hurt, your vulnerability, and everything you had been holding back. “you loser,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. “how could you be hitting on me right now?”

and then, despite everything, he smiled. that same smile you remembered, the one that made your heart skip a beat. “come here,” he murmured, his hand reaching for your hair, pulling you gently toward him. you didn’t resist. the second his lips touched yours, everything else faded. you let him kiss you, and you kissed him back. the warmth of his mouth on yours was intoxicating, soft and slow, as if neither of you wanted the moment to end. when the kiss finally broke, johnny exhaled, his forehead resting against yours.

“don’t even think about,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin, “calling this a mistake.” you nodded, still catching your breath. how could you? even as you felt the world spinning around you, even while you saw stars, you knew this was no mistake.

✧

a/n: this was so unserious lol i love nevertheless

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mahalkitajohnnysuh · 2 years ago

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Focus

How can I not write anything about Johnny's solo performance in The Link concerts?

Here's a short piece of how my mind malfunctioned for a moment and indulged in carnal desires.

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

POV: 2nd person

Word count: ~470 words

Warning: I didn't get too smutty. Not yet. We'll get there soon?

Recommended listening: Obviously the song he introduced in the concert and one of my favorites on the album!

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“Damn, what did I do to deserve you?”

You whispered, taking in the glorious sight in front of you. Johnny Suh, your partner, was only wearing a pair of skintight leather trousers, and his body was glistening from sweat.

He performed a dance to arouse you, and you knew you would already be even if he didn’t do it. You remembered calling him a sex god in your mind, and what he did solidify that further.

“You deserve the best, baby,” he said while approaching your figure, his hands immediately snaking around your waist. “It’s been a while we’ve done this, right?” His lips connected to your neck, peppering kisses that made your body heat up even more.

“Yeah, we’ve been too busy,” you responded, breaking away from his hold a bit to cradle his beautiful face. “And I appreciate your Magic Mike routine. You don’t know how I turned on I am right now,” you stuck out your tongue at him, trying to keep things light. You knew once he got serious, he would be like that throughout the night.

“Well, that’s the point. Do you think I can get a gig with that?” He giggled, his hold on you never faltering. “I’m sure you will, but I’m not comfortable that you'll do that in front of other women,” you kissed the tip of his nose before you tugged at the waistband of your sweatpants.

“No, baby, I’ll only do that for you,” Johnny was quick in undressing you as if he had memorized it a thousand times already. Before you could even touch his pants, he had already taken them off. “Just relax, and I’ll do all the work, okay?” He kissed your forehead before he attacked your lips with a ravenous kiss.

You had to admit that Johnny leading your sexy time was one of the best things you’ve ever experienced in life, and he never failed to deliver. It was a good thing that tomorrow was the weekend, and you could stay in bed the whole day since you know you’ll be sore from all the manhandling he’ll do to you.

He kissed, nipped, sucked, licked, massaged, slapped, and thrusted into your body in all the right places, and the only thing you could do was scream his name louder each time he did.

No one can ever compare to him, not even Jaehyun, who fucked you almost every day when you decided to have an affair with him. You recalled telling the younger guy that he was the best, but when Johnny hit your G-spot repeatedly with his long and thick dick, that thought flew out of your mind.

All you could think of was the pleasure your partner was giving you and damn those guilty thoughts from the past that keep creeping on you during inappropriate times.

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FIN

P.S. Ugh, that ending. It always comes back to that affair.

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smileysuh · 4 years ago

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Set Up : Frat!Johnny

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Johnny is never rude to anyone. which is why your four frat friends, Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark and Haechan think it’s so odd that you clash heads with the six foot Chicago native. Lucas has a secret, your friends try to play match maker, and you get sabotaged on multiple occasions, but it’s just another week at the frat.

cw/ tw. frat nct, lots of shenanigans in the frat, the boys act as match makers with powerpoints, jokes about Mark having a mommy/daddy kink... MEAN Johnny, Dom!Johnny, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hand cuffs, sex without a condom (wrap it when you tap it), big boy Johnny, man handling, pet names, im not going to lie this was completely self indulgent fic- English major Johnny- mentions of Jane Austen as a date idea, Himbo Light Tower, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k

🍭 aus. frat, enemies to lovers, slow burn, crack, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the rest of my frat universe here

The music feels amazing - or maybe it’s the shot you’d taken when you’d arrived at the frat - either way, the next best thing to make your night exciting would naturally be: a boy.

You don’t have to wait long.

Hands find your waist, and when you look down, you let out a giggle.

It’s Halloween, and from the gloved mitts, striped orange and black, you think the guy behind you must be a… tiger?

You hope to god he’s not a furry.

You’re feeling bold. It’s the first time you’ve come out to the frat.

You’ve somehow become acquainted with a group of its members in a first year philosophy course. Mark, Haechan, Taeyong, and Doyoung, well, Haechan specifically, decided in first class that you would be their new best friend, and had continued to sit next to you every day until he made it a reality.

They’re nice guys, it feels good to have friends with frat guys who aren’t douchebags, you’ve met quite a few. There are some asshole frat boys, but you try not to think about that as you turn in your mystery man’s arms-

And come face to face with the biggest asshole frat boy of them all.

Well, that’s debatable, but to you, it’s a fact. Not that you have much experience with frat boys other than your small group of friends.

You’d met Johnny Suh on your first day of classes. He’d been in your introduction walk around group and his charismatic loudness had charmed many people… you were not one of them.

Johnny, meanwhile, couldn’t wrap his head around how big the stick up your ass must be for you to not appreciate him and his jokes.

In fact, he’d kind of taken it personally, and it has affected any friendship the two of you may have been able to start on that first day.

You see each other around campus, you even have a class together (where Johnny continues to be obnoxious), but this is the first time you’ve been face to face with him in ages.

You can tell from his expression, the way his brows pull together even under the stupid tiger hat, that the rambunctious frat man recognizes you too.

“Oh,” is all he has to say to you.

You mirror his frown, pulling away from the paws on your hips

“Are you a tiger?” you ask. “Who comes to a halloween party as a tiger?”

Johnny lets out an exasperated puff before rolling his eyes. “I’m Tony the Tiger. You know, the cereal? And what are you supposed to be?”

He takes in your halloween costume, eyes raking your form with a judgemental stiffening of his upper lip.

“For your information,” you glare up at him, “I’m one of the three blind mice.”

You pull your glasses out, the old specticals to go with the cane and tophat you’d also ditched earlier... and realize maybe this is super lame.

Maybe.

Haechan had come up with the outfit, not you, and apparently no one other than Taeil was whipped enough for Haechan to dress in a friendship costume for Halloween.

So here you are as the third blind mouse with neither of the others in sight.

Johnny cocks his head, “you’re friends with Haechan huh?”

“Are you?” you ask in shock.

Johnny laughs. “Sweetheart, you’re in my frat house.”

You’d gotten frat vibes from Johnny, but never stopped to consider he’d be in Haechan’s frat.

You open your mouth to say something snarky when your best soft boy friend, Mark, makes a sudden appearance up on your right, making both you and Johnny look at him.

“Mom, Dad, I don’t feel so good.” the red faced Canadian groans just as Haechan arrives like a babysitter that’s always three steps behind his charge.

“Mark, you’re so funny!” Haechan bellows, obviously tipsy, but also obviously trying to cover something up.

Trying to cover up Mark, who has reached out to play with Johnny’s tiger tail.

Mark is shit faced.

“Mark, let's get you some water,” you sigh, brushing over the fact that he’d just called you and Johnny mom and dad. You can make fun of him for that later, but right now, you need to get this child to safety.

“No, let’s party, he can deal with himself!” the maknae pouts, grabbing at you, “and where is the rest of your costume!?”

“Haechan, let me take care of Mark,” you say to the man who has forcibly made himself one of your best friends in the past few months. You look at Johnny as you direct Mark towards the bathrooms, making sure to lace your words with venom, “I was tired of this party anyways.”

Mark stops puking at around 2 am.

Although other frat boys have popped in and out of his room and the bathroom to check on the both of you, you’re the only one who’s been consistently with the resident music theory major.

Taeyong stuck around for a while, even gave you a new set of comfy clothes once it became clear that you’d be playing nurse for the long haul.

It’s now around 7 am and Mark is passed out in his bed.

His roommate, Yuta, had shown up in the room at around 3, taken one look at Mark moaning in pain, tangled in a dark duvet, with a puke bucket on the floor, and you sitting there, and the elder man had offered you his bed to get some much deserved shut eye.

Yuta is asleep with Mark now, and they actually look kind of cute: the elder of the two is the bigger spoon, and Mark is drooling on Yuta’s arm, which has become his pillow.

You’ve heard about Yuta with some frequency, but this is the first time you’re really meeting him.

A sleepy Japanese prince is not what you expected from tales of a mischievous flirt with anime character hair… which, you have to admit, is perfect even while he sleeps.

You sit up quietly, looking around the room for your few things.

Sleeping over had never been part of the plan, but Mark had needed you.

Now, you just want to get home and rest in your own bed, with sheets that don’t smell dualistically pleasantly and disgustingly like axe body spray and layers upon layers of cologne.

You wonder, momentarily, when the last time this bed was washed, and a shiver runs from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

The frat is quiet as you escape Mark’s room and move down to the main floor. You figure you’ll grab a glass of water before you leave, just to feel a little cleaner.

You don’t even consider anyone else being awake, which is how you nearly bump into Johnny Suh for the second time in under twenty four hours.

“Jesus fu-” He stops himself, as he readjusts the cup of coffee in his hands that you’d nearly knocked to the floor. Then his eyes look at you. “What are you still doing here?”

What a wonderful thing to wake up to, you think.

You cross your arms over your chest and open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Johnny says, “Are you wearing Taeyong’s clothes?”

“What’s it to you?” you challenge him, narrowing your eyes. You know what he’s insinuating, but it’s none of his business, and besides, he has the wrong idea.

Johnny sips his coffee, still looking down at you. Neither of you have really moved from your near collision, and this close to the wall of a man you’d nearly run into, you’re starting to become aware of how large Johnny is, he truly invades your space, a cocky smile on his lips all the while.

“Just not used to seeing Taeyong’s fuck toys walking around the next morning.” Johnny answers smoothly. “He must not have tried too hard with you.”

You’re shocked by his words, jaw dropping at the fact he’d actually gone there-

“For your information,” you say firmly, “I’m not one of Taeyong’s fuck toys. He’s one of my friends, and I stayed over all night taking care of Mark, which is something that maybe you should have been doing after he called you dad.”

“Mama was working on it though, weren’t you, sweetheart.” he winks as he walks past you, not saying another word, and you look after him, gobsmacked, with your heart racing.

“I still feel bad about it though,” Mark frowns after apologizing for the seventh time since you all sat down for your Monday morning lecture.

“Mark, it’s fine,” you assure him, “if anyone should apologize, it’s Johnny.”

“Really? For what?” Haechan laughs, leaning in, visibly more interested in the conversation at the mention of his favourite six foot frat brother.

“I bumped into him in the kitchen when I left,” you explain. “And after seeing me in Taeyong’s shirt, that he’d given me while i was taking care of Mark, Johnny pretty much said i was one of Taeyongs ‘fuck toys’.”

The gentle man who’d done the crime of lending you a hoodie and sweats has ears that turn red at your words, and he immediately starts to sputter out excuses, “I’m really not a player-”

“Liar.” Doyoung shoves his friend with a laugh, “Taeyong’s a slime ball.”

“Am not!” Taeyong pushes Doyoung back with a smile.

“Do I have to sit between the two of you again?” you sigh, only half joking.

The fourth class of term you’d actually had to separate them because they’d started fighting over what movie they were going to watch that night, and things had started to get physical.

“And Taeyong,” you touch his forearm, “you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care, it was just rude of Johnny to say.”

“That’s not like Johnny to be rude though,” Mark yawns, stretching his arms up and over his head before crossing them over his chest, a thoughtful look forming on his boyish features.

“Are you sure it was Johnny and not Jaehyun?” Haechan asks. “That sounds like something Jaehyun would say to fluster a girl.”

“It was definitely Johnny, but remind me never to talk to Jaehyun if that’s his tactic for ‘flustering’ women,” you laugh.

“Y/N, why are you single?” Taeyong asks.

It’s something that feels sudden to you, but it’s a question that’s been on his mind since he met you months ago.

You shrug, taking a moment before responding with, “I just haven’t found the right guy, i guess. Who knows?”

“We know guys,” Mark offers.

“You know frat guys,” you correct him.

“Hey, frat guys are nice too,” Haechan pouts, resting his head on your shoulder to remind you that he’s your baby whilst still being a frat guy.

“We could set you up with someone,” Taeyong insists, “we know lots of nice guys.”

“Like Kun,” Doyoung throws out a name.

“Or Winwin,” Haechan suggests.

“What kind of guy are you even into?” Mark is fully turned to look at you now, determined to set you up with a guy in penance for making you be his nurse at the party.

You open your mouth to respond, but that’s when the professor shows up to start the lecture.

“We’ll talk about this later,” you promise, with no clue that, for the next hour, all four of your companions will be making detailed lists about who they think they should introduce you to.

You’re not sure how you end up in Taeyong’s room, a glass of wine in your hands, with Haechan presenting a (shockingly) semi well put together powerpoint on which of his frat brothers you should date.

Haechan is the first presenter, and he seems to feel that you should date, shockingly, him.

But ‘if you don’t want his awesomeness and can’t give up your friendship’ (he said begrudgingly), he supposes “YangYang and Hendery are pretty cool, too.”

This immediately disqualifies him as having any sway in your choice, according to Doyoung, who states: “YangYang and Hendery are children, I thought we wanted to set her up on a date, not to go baby sitting.”

“Hendery is literally older than me,” Haechan deadpans.

“Exactly, disqualified,” Doyoung announces. “Taeyong. you go next.”

“I wanna go next,” Mark whines, earning some bickering that results in Taeyong giving in to the younger man.

Mark’s powerpoint isn’t as chaotic as Haechan’s was, in fact, it’s actually kind of okay.

Mark suggests Yuta as a potential date and cites “anime” and Japan being “the shit’ as reasons to go out with Yuta. He shows not one, not two, not three, but six different pictures of Yuta’s hair in an attempt to sway you.

His second potential boyfriend for you, is Johnny, and Mark holds his hands up in defence immediately when you gawk at him.

“Okay, hear me out on this. You two started on the wrong foot but he’s a nice guy-”

“Mark, I’m not dating Johnny to fulfil the weird Mommy and Daddy fetish you have for us,” you say as you sip your wine, giggling with the others at your own directness.

Mark blushes in response. “Oh my Jesus-” he groans, “I don’t have a mommy daddy fetish-”

“Next powerpoint.” Haechan smirks over his wine glass at his floundering friend.

You momentarily glimpse the list before Mark closes his powerpoint, barely registering the pro’s of Johnny.

Taeyong’s powerpoint is simple, providing a picture of his number one: Kun, and bullet points that read as follows: “can cook, nice, sexy smile, will treat you well, needs cuddles”.

“You know what? Those are all true,” Mark says after you’ve read the list out loud.

“Especially the last one,” Doyoung smirks. “He’s been trying to cuddle Winwin lately-”

“Which brings me to number two, Winwin!” Taeyong interrupts Doyoung, who, to be fair, interrupted Taeyong’s powerpoint first. “He is tall, quiet, a sweet boy, and good at everything.”

“And he’s cute.” Haechan points out, nudging you with his shoulder.

They’ve been trying to get you to rate their frat brothers on a scale of one to ten for the past week with little success.

Doyoung’s powerpoint is last, and he starts by thoroughly detailing the members you shouldn’t even look at.

“Jaehyun,” he begins sternly, “a man slut, doesn’t use sheets, never showers-”

“Thinks being mean to girls is flirting,” Haechan interjects.

“You’re a hypocrite, but yes, avoid,” Doyoung concludes. “Next, Lucas. Don’t be fooled Y/N, he’s six foot, but this kid-”

“You can’t just spill Lucas’s secrets!” Taeyong smacks a hand over Doyoung’s mouth. “Just trust us, you don’t want Lucas.”

“But he looks like a big puppy,” you say, endeared, leaning in to get a better look at the image Doyoung has used for his powerpoint.

“Why did you even show her the bad ones?” Haechan takes the mouse from Doyoung to skip to the next powerpoint slide.

“So she knows who to avoid,” Doyoung answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“You literally just showed her two of the hottest guys in the frat and then said ‘avoid them,’” Mark giggles, enjoying the craziness that naturally comes from hanging out with this particular group.

“I think, the clear answer to who Y/N should date, comes down to what she’s looking for,” Doyoung says, when Haechan finds the slide with the most info on it, “So I broke everyone down into categories and awarded points-”

You take one look at the spreadsheet and groan, hiding in Haechan’s embrace as he also tries to escape the numbers on the screen.

“It’s Friday night,” Haechan moans. “Why numbers?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you don’t want to read my exact spreadsheets and scoring, then, long story short, I kind of agree with Taeyong about Kun.”

“What?” everyone sits up to look at Doyoung, who refuses to meet your eyes.

He hates agreeing with Taeyong.

“Kun is mature, kind, volunteers a lot, he’s in the pre med program- he can cook, he can clean-” Doyoung lists Kun’s accomplishments off the top of his head and you watch with a smile.

“Sounds like you should date Kun,” you tease.

“You know what? Fine, maybe I should.” Doyoung crosses his arms over his chest. “And I guess you can have Taeil,” he switches to his number two option and earns a “Hey! Taeil is mine!” from Haechan.

“So, I guess… Kun then?” Mark asks.

“He’s the most suitable.” Taeyong shrugs.

“According to Doyoung’s creepy math game he did,” you point out, making Doyoung screech and flip back to the math slide.

He tries to explain it, but you’re already conversing with Haechan and Mark, thick as thieves as Haechan scrolls through Kun’s instagram to show you pictures of the pretty man in pre med.

Kun’s charming, his smile inviting, and he’s a great conversationalist.

“I don’t think you realize how much the others must trust you,” Kun says as you’re walking from bubble tea to the theatre.

“How do you mean?”

“Haechan suggested I take you to this movie,” Kun tells you, “It’s the biggest secret of the frat apparently. Wednesdays at four, the campus movie theatre will be practically empty. Sometimes we go during reading week all together, but it’s nice to go on a Wednesday you have off and get the best seats and have the whole place to yourself.”

“Your frat secrets are kind of lame.” you joke, earning a chuckle from Kun who nods.

“It’s true.”

“Taeyong said there’s some secret about Lucas, but he wouldn’t let Doyoung tell me about it.”

“And you’re hoping I will?” Kun can read you easily, and he smiles.

He thinks you’re cute, and he’s flattered that out of the whole frat, he’s the guy your friends thought should take you out. It means he must be doing something right.

“Please?” you grin.

“Lucas’s secret, let me think.” Kun runs a hand through his hair. The secret is pretty obvious to him, seeing as Lucas doesn’t really have secrets. In fact, is this even a secret? “On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

Your heart sinks in disappointment but you don’t push him.

At the theatre, Kun pays for popcorn like a gentleman and you both head in. He was right about it being practically empty. There are three singles scattered around the lower half of the room, so you and Kun find a place in the middle, the best seats.

Things look like they’re going to go smoothly, the lights turning off to signify the start of the movie- and thats when shit hits the fan.

Someone slides into the seat next to Kun and when you look over, your eyes meet Johnny’s, “wait, fuck-” he looks between you and Kun, “Am i crashing a date?”

“Yes,” you seethe as Kun asks “what are you doing here?”

“Haechan said they’d be playing a fun movie today and I had time, he said a few frat guys might be here and I saw you sitting in our usual spot so i just-” Johnny is trying hard not to look at you, trying to explain the situation to Kun, “but fuck, what’s she doing here?” he can’t hold back any longer, looking at you, “this is our frat’s secret movie time-”

“You don’t own this theatre, Johnny,” you hiss at him.

He glares at you, then he reaches out and steals some of Kun’s popcorn, and you can’t believe-

“Can you like… sit somewhere else?” The words are harsh as they leave your lips.

“Nope,” Johnny answers firmly, turning to look at the screen as the ads start to play, “these are frat seats, you should move.”

Kun sighs as he sits between the two of you.

Of course no one mentioned the fact that you have beef with Johnny, notoriously the scariest frat boy when mad-

Kun puts two pieces together and realizes that Haechan had a hand in this mischief.

Now if only the pre med student could play detective and come up with the reason why Haechan would set this whole thing up-

Your leg is bobbing slightly from anxiety and Johnny leans over Kun to tell you to stop, his hand resting on your thigh to force you to adhere to his warning.

Kun sees what’s going on.

Although it’s clear that you and Johnny don’t.

Haechan must think the tension between you and the tall Chicago man is sexual, and Kun can definitely see it, buried beneath the garden variety aggression you’re both showing each other.

You shove Johnny’s hand away, knee bobbing even harder and the man on Kun’s right throws his head back, groaning.

This is going to be a long movie.

“Haechan?” Kun calls when he knocks on the door to the younger man’s room.

“Come in!” it’s Taeyong’s voice, not Haechan’s.

When Kun enters Haechan’s room, he’s met by Mark, Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung.

The man who’s still fresh from his date is taken aback for a moment at the congregation here, on a Wednesday night? Then he sees they’re all crowded around a phone.

“Is Y/N telling you about the movie?” Kun asks, realizing nearly immediately what’s going on.

“No.” Mark grabs his phone and pockets it, a true friend, Kun thinks; making sure your thoughts about Kun are private despite Mark being friends with both of you.

“I just wanted to say, Haechan, I think you’re right about Y/N and Johnny.” Kun’s eyes land on the abnormally quiet member.

Haechan laughs, not the least bit ashamed of having been caught tampering with Kun’s date.

“What do you mean?” Doyoung looks between them both, having obviously been kept in the dark in regard to the younger mans meddling ways.

“Haechan sent Johnny to crash the date,” Kun answers, “at first I wondered why, but then I saw it too, the way they bicker-”

“Haechan, did you purposefully ruin Kun’s date after we voted-” Doyoung stands up aggressively, Taeyong holding him back with a grin.

“I never voted for Kun,” Haechan says. “No offence, Kun. Mark pointed out Johnny as an option and I just thought-”

“Haechan!” Johnny arrives in the room next, having gone to the kitchen when they got back after the movie before heading up here.

“Johnny!” Haechan beams at his older friend.

“You set us up,” Johnny says angrily, coming to stand next to Kun. “You told me people would be at the movie-”

“They were!” Haechan insists, “Y/N and Kun are people!”

“I don’t know what you think you’re trying to do,” Johnny glares, “but this shit better stop.”

“What shit?” Haechan blinks cutely.

“If I see her around again-”

“You’re gonna what?” Haechan is playing with fire, “Kiss her?”

Johnny nearly lunges at Haechan, who throws himself behind Mark to use as a human shield.

Taeyong, Doyoung and Yuta grab at Johnny, stepping into their roles as peace keepers, and Kun takes a step back. He’s not really part of this, that much - at least - is clear now.

The premed student slips from the room without saying anything, allowing the others a chance to work this out without him there.

“Just admit you like her!” Haechan screams from behind Mark while Johnny gets visibly angrier.

“I don’t!” Johnny yells back. “You know what?!” he stops struggling. “Fine, if you guys want to play this way, I can be mean too.”

He already has been mean to you, but Taeyong doesn’t think that needs to be pointed out as he watches Johnny.

“What are you going to do?” Taeyong asks when Johnny doesn’t immediately reveal a plan to ‘be mean’, which is setting Taeyong on edge as the frat president. This is his responsibility.

“If you guys want to set her up with Kun, I can set her up with Jae.” He pulls out his phone.

“We voted against Jaehyun though,” Doyoung says.

“I never voted,” Johnny states.

Like father, like son, Taeyong thinks sarcastically to himself, eyes darting between Haechan and his resident ‘Big’ frat brother.

“Someone has a girl they want me to bone?” Jaehyun’s head pokes through the door a moment later.

“Absolutely not,” Doyoung says immediately.

Johnny just smirks, handing his phone over to Jaehyun, which is open on your instagram profile. “She’ll probably be at the next party,” he says after a moment of a visibly interested Jaehyun scrolling through your social media-

“We won’t invite her,” Doyoung interjects.

“I already did though,” Mark frowns.

After the Halloween party- well, if he gets shit faced again, having you around is a good thing. Mark realizes maybe he does have a slight, odd, mommy kink, now that he thinks about it-

“She’s cute,” Jaehyun says, eyes darting over Johnny’s phone screen.

Taeyong swallows thickly at this. It feels like Johnny is offering you up to a hunter, his next prize-

“She’s our friend.” Taeyong says, trying to sound dominant, but he falls short when facing Johnny, who takes one look at him and chuckles.

“Did you hear that Jae? They don’t want you to fuck their precious girlfriend,” Johnny taunts.

“She’s really nice,” Yuta says.

“Hey, you’re not one of her boyfriends, stay out of this.” Haechan pushes at Yuta, who laughs.

“What’s going on here?” Jaehyun looks amongst the men, trying to identify the source of the drama. “Are you guys actually all dating this girl-”

“Of course not,” Johnny takes his phone away, “in fact, Jaehyun, think of it as a competition-”

“Oh no-” Taeyong hides his face in his hands.

Jaehyun loves competition.

Johnny is way too smart for this shit.

If Jaehyun thinks of sleeping with you as a competition… then, he’s going to win. He always does.

Taeyong once saw Jaehyun scale the on campus library building on a dare just to say he could, with no prior climbing experience. the captain of the university soccer team had taken one look at Haechan demonstrating how to (sort of) climb, and had somehow become an expert off of the one shit tutorial.

“Me versus them?” Jaehyun smirks as he looks at the room. “Easy.”

“So if you see this man,” Doyoung forces his phone in your face again, “Do not interact.”

“I get it,” you push his hand away, tired of seeing Jaehyun’s picture over and over again, as if you don’t already know what he looks like. “You guys still haven’t told me why Jaehyun is going to come talk to me, I’ve never met him.”

Taeyong had decided it be a good idea not to tell you that Johnny’s the one behind this new… speed bump in your love life- the one they now feel responsible for: Jaehyun being horny and on the loose.

Haechan and Mark are team Johnny, with unwavering faith in their Hyung being a good match for you.

Whereas Doyoung and Taeyong are more cautious, trusting what you’ve verbalized to be your feelings over Kun and Haechan’s ‘notes on sexual tension’.

Taeyong and Doyoung think it’s best if they let you and Johnny stay away from each other, which is what you’ve both said you want.

And Mark and Haechan? Working like nasty little gremlin cupids to get you and Johnny either together, or close enough that they can use Jaehyun to make Johnny jealous.

The jealousy angle is Haechan’s hypothesis, obviously, but Mark thinks he has a good plan here. And worst comes to worst, Johnny doesn’t get jealous and you maybe make out with Jaehyun- who, honestly? is a nice guy.

Mark thinks you two could be cute together.

Johnny is in the kitchen with Lucas and Jungwoo. Sometimes the three of them find each other simply due to their height and then cumulate like a beacon of himbos for all the pretty girls coming through the front door, only to be star struck by the trio.

Haechan pulls out his phone and his stalking skills go into effect- only to have snap chat’s location services become useless by the fact that you’re in the same house, and the app can’t specify your floor level.

How else can he find you?

A quick look around the room tells Haechan that Jaehyun is nowhere to be found. And if Jaehyun is intent on following through with Johnny’s challenge, however stupid it may be, he’ll be nearby you.

Haechan puts himself in Doyoung’s shoes. You’re at the party with Doyoung, where would you be if not in the main room? Upstairs in a bedroom hanging out with… Taeyong isn’t around either, or Yuta now that the maknae thinks of it-

Haechan’s eyes narrow.

You’re having a mini party in someone's room and didn’t invite him or Mark, it’s the only plausible option.

Haechan knows it’s because Doyoung views them as the enemy now, in this twisted game of wing-manning that Haechan may also be completely adhering to the imaginary rules of.

So that means you’re either in the ‘DoTae’ room, or YuMark’s… YuMark… Haechan’s too drunk to come up with ship names right now. His body carries itself upstairs and he heads to Doyoung’s room first.

The upper floors are only accessible for people in the frats and close friends, and because of this there are only a few people in the halls.

Haechan’s eyes spot Jaehyun hanging out and chatting with a girl, Taeil and Winwin.

Jaehyun looks at Haechan who smirks, ducking into Doyoung’s room, which Jaehyun is obviously monitoring from a distance. He’s not really friends with you, so unlike Haechan, Jaehyun can’t just casually walk in and insert himself into the conversation.

Completely unshockingly, when Haechan enters Doyoung’s room, there you are.

Doyoung has a glass of wine, and Haechan wonders how he ever gets laid.

Taeyong is seated comfortably, lounging with a lazy look in his face and a bottle of beer between his fingers.

Yuta has the saké out.

You’re sitting there in the middle of it, the pretty prize everyone has been obsessed over for weeks- And you have no idea.

“Y/N!” Haechan puts on his sweetest drunk voice. “Come dance with me!”

You don’t stand a chance against those puppy dog eyes and everyone in the room knows it.

You’re rising to your feet before you can even register that you’re agreeing.

Haechan smiles sweetly at you, and as he ushers you through the door, his grin turns into a smirk, flaunting his win over the others.

Haechan’s fingers lace with yours as he pulls you past Jaehyun, loitering in the hall, and down the stairs again, to the main room where the music is the loudest and the people make it easy to get lost, although, Haechan still has eyes on Johnny and the Himbo Light Tower.

“Haechan!” you squeal when he stops in the middle of the room, turning to pull you into a hug.

He sways a little to the music and begins to sing obnoxiously in your ear, you realize he’s not flirting with you, no, his behaviour is more playful.

Your friend pulls away from you but keeps your fingers locked, singing even louder and more like a mad man as he gets you into the song.

He’s drunk.

You know it.

He knows it.

Johnny, who can clearly see you both... he knows it too.

But one thing you don’t know about drunk Haechan, as you haven’t seen him this sloshed, is that drunk Haechan enjoys this magical thing he calls ‘platonic kissing’.

When Haechan does it with the guys, it’s one thing - grabbing them and pressing kisses to their cheeks or even their necks - but Johnny worries that you may react… badly.

Haechan hasn’t had a female friend in ages. Johnny can tell that he’s on the precipice of becoming “sloppy Haechan”, and as much as you annoy the shit out of Johnny, he’s not sure he can let you become the next thing in the path of destruction that is hurricane Hyuck.

“Who’s that girl with Haechan?” Lucas asks, nudging Johnny’s shoulder as he follows the other man’s gaze.

“Ooh Y/N?” Jungwoo perks up, eyes also landing on the two of you. “She’s friends with Mark, and Doyoung, Haechan, of course, and Taeyong,” he pauses, blinking thoughtfully, “And Johnny?”

Jungwoo’s a little drunk, but Johnny knows for a fact he sometimes puts on the stupid act, especially since he went blonde, to get his way with things.

Jungwoo is curious about the drama, and who better to worm information out of than the source himself. Johnny admires Jungwoo and his tactics.

If the pretty mechanical engineer ever wants anything in life, he’ll find a way to get it.

“She’s not my friend.” Johnny clarifies for them both, “but I should go step in before Haechan starts kissing her-”

“Jealous?” Lucas’s smug voice makes Johnny stop and turn to look at him.

“Jealous?” Johnny laughs at the word, “of Haechan?”

“The girl is cute.” Lucas shrugs.

First Jaehyun, now Lucas?

And, Johnny supposes, maybe Haechan’s even under your spell.

What’s with this, and how did you end up in his frat of all the possible frats?

Johnny shakes his head, too tired to argue as he wades into the crowd.

Haechan spots Johnny and the Chicago native is almost happy when the younger man lets go of you in favour of him, throwing his arms around Johnny, whose name he bellows loudly.

Johnny can’t even bring himself to feel angry at Haechan for dragging you to the dance floor for sloppy drunk shenanigans. Haechan’s too cute and snuggly in his arms.

Haechan is a master manipulator, and he takes these precious moments of hugging to come up with a plan.

“I’m tired,” Haechan says, fake yawning. He knows how cute he is. “Can you guys take me to bed?”

“Both of us?” you ask.

“Yes.” Haechan reaches out to grab your hand, forming a link that you know he’s not going to give up on easily.

You and Johnny exchange a look and he sighs, rolling his eyes, “Let’s get you to bed,” he says.

Johnny leads the way upstairs towards his and Haechan’s room.

As you near it, Haechan runs ahead, earning a groan from Johnny.

When you reach the room, Haechan climbs out the window.

“I-” your eyes widen and you look to Johnny, who doesn’t seem too phased.

“He climbs out there all the time.”

“Not while drunk!?” you say, hoping.

“Not while drunk.” Johnny agrees, then bounds over to the window, sticking half his body out of it to look at Haechan on the roof outside. “Haechan, get your ass back in here.”

“Maybe you should come and get me,” Haechan smirks, playing on his drunk persona even though the night air, and maybe the hight of the roof, has sobered him up a bit.

Johnny doesn’t answer, he stands up in the room and looks at you, “he’s fine.”

“He’s on the roof, he’s not fine!” you rush over to look out.

It’s not super far down but-

“Go get him,” you say.

“What?” Johnny laughs. “No. You go get him.”

“Fine.” you grab the windowsill to pull yourself out and Johnny stops you, one massive hand wrapping around your forearm.

“Hey, stop, what are you doing?”

“Going out to get him, I told you-”

“No, it’s dangerous.”

“It’s worse for him, he’s drunk!”

Johnny groans, “this is obviously a trick.”

He’s used to Haechan and his mischief after having lived with him.

You’re not.

“A trick?” you gasp. “I’m going out there.”

Johnny tries to stop you but you push him, and despite you being much smaller physically, your motion sends him a few feet back.

He groans, hating that he’d had to release you, or risk pissing you off even more.

Johnny watches you climb out the window. “If you die-”

“If I die, you can laugh like the devil you are,” you seethe, holding tight to the wall even though you have some standing room.

“Johnny Hyung! Come look at the stars with us!” Haechan calls to the man who has stuck his head out of the window to watch you both.

Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin when Mark shows up next to him.

“Shit, you have to go and help her,” Mark says.

“What’s with everyone and going on the roof? Haechan will be fine!” Johnny groans. “And Y/N would be too if she hadn’t gone out there-”

You let out a small squeal and Johnny finds himself half out the window, body immediately jumping to your aid.

“Mark,” he stops to look at the Canadian, “this window locks from the inside, this stick keeps it up, don’t let it close,” he warns, this is just one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted to go out in the first place.

“Haechan’s really busted this window up huh?” Mark giggles to himself as Johnny sets his eyes on you... and Haechan, he guesses.

“Did you slip?” Johnny asks you, wondering why you’d squealed.

“A little,” you admit shyly.

The ledge is semi slanted and not super wide, so even if you were walking it wouldn’t be comfy.

You’re sitting now with your feet dangling off the edge, Haechan looking as comfortable as ever next to you.

“It’s not that long of a fall,” the mischievous drunk says.

“Then you jump it,” Johnny growls.

Haechan shakes his head. “I climb down that thing.”

And then, Johnny watches as he goes over and does just that, climbing down the trellis for flowers, which Johnny is sure many frat boys have used over the years.

“Let me help you get up to your feet, and then we can go back in the window-” Johnny says to you, turning to look in the direction he came- and he watches as Mark slowly closes the frame.

He can tell Mark’s motions are delayed because he questions himself, but the moment of pausing, of showing Johnny what he’s about to do- it’s almost crueler.

The window slams shut, and for good measure, Mark locks it too, even though Johnny is sure it’s going to be stuck now until Haechan can wedge it open again.

Johnny will never know what that kid did to ruin the window this badly-

“They planned this,” Johnny realizes. “No fucking way.”

“I told you, you never want to be my enemy, loser!” Haechan calls up from the ground.

Johnny had never realized that the second floor is actually decently high up. Are the ceilings on the main level above standard? Or maybe it just looks like a long ways-

“Come sit.” you sigh, bringing Johnny back to reality as you pat the space next to you. “And Haechan? Go to sleep or have some water.”

“Yes mom.”

The younger man sticks his tongue out at you before winking and heading inside.

A few people are watching the whole thing from near the fire pit while smoking. Jungwoo and Lucas look up at Johnny, and then even Jaehyun shows up.

“Are you two alright?” the newest man outside is the first of the three to ask a question in the small time it’s been since Haechan left you stranded in shock.

Lucas hands him a cigarette and Jaehyun takes a drag while Johnny relays that you’re both okay.

“Why’d he call you mom?” Lucas asks.

“Don’t you know?” Jungwoo giggles, “Mark has a mommy daddy fetish for Y/N and Johnny.”

“Oh.” Lucas nods, but you can see he still doesn’t truly understand what Jungwoo is saying.

Jaehyun chuckles, having realized the same thing you just did. “Maybe we should leave these two.”

He’s picked up on everything.

Haechan wouldn’t go to that much trouble to get you and Johnny together without an ulterior motive, and employing sweet innocent Mark?

Jaehyun, like Kun, is yet another casualty in a love war being fought in the frat.

Looks like this is a win for Haechan side, if he even has a side other than his own self interest and match making aspirations.

With one last drag and a wink from Jaehyun, the three head inside to leave you at peace with Johnny, who’s still shocked by Haechan and Mark’s dual betrayal.

Is it a betrayal though?

Haechan has tried twice now to get you together, and as much as he acts like it’s all mischief, there must be something pure at heart there-

With Haechan, there always is.

Maybe Johnny should just follow Haechan’s intuition.

“Are you scared of heights,” he asks softly, and it’s the first truly calm, peaceful, pleasant thing he’s said to you.

You think about it. “it’s not a long ways down,” you tell him. “I know we could make it, it’s just odd sitting in this position with your legs hanging like this.”

Johnny looks down and is suddenly shaken by a sense of vertigo.

“Let’s look at the stars then.”

You laugh, following his lead and tilting your chin up. “I can’t believe sweet baby Mark just closed the window on you-”

“I know,” Johnny laughs. “I wonder if this was always the plan or spur of the moment.”

“Good question,” you cock your head as you consider it. “A bit of both maybe?”

There’s a moment of silence, then: “Why do you hate me so much?”

“What?” you laugh.

“If they put us together, it’s for a good reason. So. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you-”

“Coulda fooled me,” he rolls his eyes and nudges you with his shoulder.

“See, that’s what it is, the cockiness.”

Johnny laughs like it’s a joke; “You think I'm cocky.”

“Why do you hate me!?”

“Because you don’t laugh at my jokes.”

“Well i just don’t find you particularly funny,” you throw back, narrowing your eyes as you lean towards him, the air thick with tension. Neither of you want to back down.

“Because you’re bias and prejudice.”

“You don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh really? What’s my major huh? Little miss smarty pants?” Johnny glares at you. “Why wouldn't I know what the word Prejudice means? Too Jane Austen for you?”

“Are you an english major?” you ask him in shock, momentarily taken aback by the turn of events.

Maybe you do have him pegged wrong.

English majors are cute. You’ve always had a thing for them- you wonder why no one had mentioned this about Johnny before- wait. ‘English Major’ had been on Mark’s power point… hadn’t it?

Had Mark known you best of all? And even gone against the status quo in the off chance it would convince you to give Johnny a chance? And what does Haechan also see in the tall man? To be this devious to get you together?

You can’t lose your trust in those two, not now.

“You have a hard on for English Majors, princess?” Johnny smirks at you.

“You see?! cocky!” you groan, turning to look at him and give him a piece of your mind- and you nearly fall off the roof.

Johnny grabs you quickly, and slams your body back against the wall with his arm-

“Watch it,” he growls, steadying you both, “look up at the stars.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” you glare, but do as you’re told. “Look, if we’re going to just argue, I want to talk about things that are interesting at least.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like, Lucas has a secret that everyone seems to know about but me-”

“You’re not a frat brother.”

“I mean, I sort of am-” you tease, eager for the information more than anything else.

“You’re not in our frat secret club, even if Kun told you about movie Wednesdays,” Johnny says simply. “I’ll tell you someday, but not here.”

“Someday,” you laugh a little at the word, he sounds so certain. You suppose you are best friends with his best friends now, maybe he’s just accepted that you’re going to be around now.

“Listen. I’m going to pretend you don’t find my cockiness to be not fun,” he laughs to himself, “and maybe you could pretend I'm not so obnoxious. We can start over. I have to go kick Haechan’s ass, but on Wednesday, I’ll be at the movie theatre if you want to show up and fight me for the best seat.”

“Sounds like you’re asking me on a date, Mr. Suh,” you smile, skin heating at the prospect to betray your inner thoughts.

Why does this sound like such a good idea?

“No, I’m telling you to square up. Movie theatre, Monday at four, I’ll buy popcorn.” as if for theatrical flair, Johnny jumps off the roof. He lands in the grass, and looks up at you, a cheeky grin on his face, “it’s really not that far.” he tells you, “Jump down, I’ll help you.”

“Fuck it,” you take a leap of faith and land in Johnny’s arms.

He smiles when he sets you down.

“I thought you’d need more convincing,” he admits.

“You don’t know me, we’re starting over right?” you ask.

“True.” Johnny nods.

“It’s been nice to meet you Johnny, now go kick Haechan’s ass.”

Haechan’s ass kicking consists of Johnny locking him out for the night. Haechan, of course, went back to the party after stranding you on the roof, and he’d stumbled up at two AM to find his bedroom door locked.

You had gone to hang out with Doyoung and Taeyong, who generally prefer to spend time together at the wind down of big frat parties.

Kun, oddly enough, had shown up at twelve and offered to drive you home. The car ride had been pleasant, and Kun hadn’t asked you about Johnny or talked about the awkward date you’d had.

You think it’s obvious at this point that the set up between you and Kun hadn’t worked. Instead, he asks you about your friendship with Doyoung, Mark, Taeyong and Haechan, and he’s even able to give you some insight on them.

Turns out they’d all taken the first year course you’d met them in for fun, something you already knew, but the new information is that they’d mostly planned on skipping.

You’re the reason they attend at all, which Kun complimented you for. He’s never known something to bribe all four like that, well- money and beef could convince those men to do just about anything- but Kun had a point.

He watched you walk all the way to your door, even waving to say goodnight before driving off.

You wake up the next morning in a daze, shocked at the night events.

Johnny kind of asked you on a date.

You’re not sure why you didn’t tell Taeyong and Doyoung after the fact, but you find yourself messaging Mark and Haechan in their separate ‘young ballers’ group chat where they primarily spend the time shitting on Doyoung’s taste in wine.

By noon you’re in a diner, shuffling into a booth with Haechan and Mark, both of whom look like shit, which you expected on a Saturday after a frat party.

Haechan tells you about having to sleep in Taeil’s room, and this begins a discussion about why Haechan loves Taeil the most-

You enjoy being with Mark and Haechan, and soon plates of food are placed in front of you.

“So Johnny asked me out,” you say when Haechan is mid bite of food, causing him to sputter dramatically.

Mark smacks the younger man on the back, looking at you with doe eyes. “You mean the roof plan worked?”

“Sort of,” you answer. “We’re restarting, as if we’ve never met. Maybe we could be friends.” You shrug.

“Friends who wanna fuck,” Haechan says loudly, earning a hand over the mouth from Mark who is not having his shenanigans this early in the morning.

“So basically it’s a movie on Wednesday,” you explain.

“So original.” Haechan rolls his eyes, that had been his plan for Kun’s date with you last week. He can only pay the Dreamies off to get them to stop going and date crashing for so long-

And to see Johnny with a girl? He’s pretty sure they’re going to up the price on that one.

Kun Hyung had been one thing, but Johnny- well he might actually get some action-

Haechan needs to get his mind out of the gutter.

“Why are you two so convinced about this?” you ask.

“Because Johnny never hates anyone,” Mark answers. “The fact that you two don’t get along-”

“It just doesn’t happen,” Haechan interjects.

“If we’re wrong, then we’re sorry.”

Haechan snorts, “Speak for yourself.”

“Dude,” Mark groans, beginning to argue with his friend about their responsibility, and how locking you on the roof was kind of irresponsible- someone had threatened to call the fire department on them- (Haechan debunks this and says it was Doyoung who made the threat and he of course, never followed through, or even went to check on you or Johnny-)

Conversation with these two is easy.

They don’t make a big deal out of the whole thing, and breakfast proceeds pleasantly.

Monday, however, doesn’t go over as well.

“Johnny? Really?” Doyoung can’t believe it, his eyes clenching as he makes a disgusted face, throwing his arms up in the air and turning in his seat to look at Taeyong. “She’s choosing a date with Johnny over Kun?”

“Johnny’s nice.” Taeyong shushes Doyoung, who is really most upset about being wrong in his matchmaking choice. His primary reasoning against Johnny was your verbal hatred of him, which has seemed to have done a 180 turn.

“I always knew it,” Mark says, something he’s been repeating since you all sat down.

“Actually Yuta ‘the Japanese Prince’ Nakamoto was your first choice, Mark Lee,” Haechan taunts.

“Well, Johnny wasn’t even on your list,” Mark retorts, annoyance evident in his tone.

“That’s cuz I’m not a little mommy daddy creep like you are-”

“I’m not a mommy daddy creep-” Mark says a little too loudly… just as your professor walks in.

Mark declares, an hour later - after sitting through the most embarrassing lecture in the front row of his life - that he’s going to drop out of this class and kill himself, not necessarily in that order.

“This fucker isn’t even picking me up,” you mumble into your cell to Mark as you make your way to the movie theatre.

“Does Johnny even have your phone number?” Haechan’s loud gum chewing invades the phone.

“No, but he could dm me on insta.”

“This isn’t even really a date though,” Mark points out. “He just said ‘ill be there, come fight me’.”

“It’s a date,” you say for the fifth time today, “it’s the way he said it-”

“Didn’t he legit say ‘come fight me for the best seat’?” Mark laughs.

“You know what? You’re not nice,” you hang up on him and call Haechan who answers with a giggle.

They’re in the same room, and you’d been on Mark’s speaker phone, but you’re making a point.

“She likes me better,” the maknae taunts Mark momentarily. “It’s a low maintenance date and you deserve better, baby.”

“Aren’t you the one who worked hard to set this up?” you laugh, in love with the shenanigans.

When you get to the theatre, you pay for your ticket and head in. Johnny is in the best seat already, and his legs are up, arms out.

You approach with caution. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says, looking up at you while lazily motioning to the chairs on either side of him with his hands, “sorry, these seats are taken.”

“Fuck off,” you groan and turn to leave but he catches your hand.

“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “Old habits die hard.”

His large, warm hand tugs at your wrist, pulling you down into the seat next to him, and then he offerings you popcorn.

“I can’t believe no one comes to movies on Wednesday at four,” you say, looking around the empty theatre and gnawing on the treat thoughtfully, “why do they even run-”

“Do I look like wikipedia to you?” Johnny asks, head lolling back as he tosses popcorn up into the air, catching it in his mouth.

He knows the answer though: It’s one of his friends working tonight, thats the only reason they have the inside scoop. Ten’s good on this sort of thing, and he’s a pretty funny worker, always letting Johnny in for free.

Johnny’s pretty sure Ten charged you at the door even though Johnny told him you’d be showing up.

“What movie are we even watching?”

“Again with the questions,” Johnny laughs. “I don’t know, read the ticket.”

He sets the popcorn down and pulls his ticket from his puffer, handing it to you.

For a moment you appreciate his outfit. The poofy jacket is a pretty blue colour and his backwards baseball cap is boyish in the cutest way possible.

Your brows furrow as you read; “Pride and Prejudice (2005), what the-”

Johnny’s lips press to yours and cut off your sentence.

You’re a little shocked, but don’t pull away, which prompts the frat boy to kiss you harder. He moves the arm between your chairs up to get more space, then goes to cup your face. You groan a little when his teeth sink into your bottom lip, and he smirks against your mouth.

You push at his shoulder, “I can't believe you,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you sit in your chair.

Johnny laughs, “what?”

“We just met at the party and you kissed me on our first date, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Johnny laughs.

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will spend hours playing mom friend and taking care of a drunk bestie.

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will crawl onto a roof to save a man who’s nearing something like gremlin levels of mischief… who doesn’t even need saving.

Instead of saying either of these things, Johnny notes your anxiously bobbing leg and muses with a sigh, “I think you’re the kind of girl who asks too many questions and should just relax.”

“Oh yeah?” you turn to look at him, realizing you’ve asked another question.

“Yeah.” Johnny’s eyes stay fixed to the screen, which plays dull trailers.

“Here, let’s role play,” you say, rolling your eyes at the way Johnny perks up, “I’ll be you and you be me.” You change your voice to be deeper, “I’m Johnny, and I think everyone needs to just be chill and that every girl desperately wants to fuck me-”

“And I’m Y/N, the femme fetal haunting Johnny, making his life in the frat miserable and even prompting one of his best friends to lock him on a roof,” Johnny throws back at you. “And I try to hide how desperately I want to fuck Johnny just like all the other girls-”

“Screw you Suh, maybe I’ll just go find Lucas and figure out his secret myself. If you have girls lining up to go on dates with you it shouldn’t be hard to find another one to watch this movie with you.”

Johnny chuckles, “still hung up on that secret, huh?”

“Always.”

Maybe he’ll finally tell you.

“Look, here’s the deal. The secret has to do with Lucas and a life skill he doesn’t have. If you really want to know the secret, you have to let me show you the life skill.”

“A life skill,” you repeat, “like driving?”

“Something like that,” Johnny smirks, as if he’d ever make this easy on you.

“Okay, I agree.”

“Great, now sit through this movie, be quiet, and afterwards we can go back to the frat so I can show you ‘the Lucas secret’.”

“You’re the one who’s going to have to stay quiet during the movie,” you say, taking some popcorn he offers you without thinking too much about it.

“Am not,” Johnny insists.

“Are too.”

“Silent game start now.”

Five minutes into the film he asks you if you think Mr. Darcy is sexier in this movie or ‘the other one’ as if the 1995 BBC adaptation is the only other version.

Johnny’s familiar shared room with Haechan greets you at dinner time. Johnny insisted on stopping for takeout on the way back from the movie, and he sets up a place for you to both eat. This is not a conventional first date, and you’re tired of treating it like one.

You kind of like the domesticity of it all, the way he pats his bed for you to sit down across from him.

He’s gotten rid of his puffer now, and you can appreciate the simple crew neck underneath, it shows off his massive shoulders-

You talk about your majors, about how Johnny got into English of all things.

“A guy like you just doesn't look like an english major,” you say.

“That’s English major prejudice,” Johnny retorts with a mouth full of ramen, “english majors can be hot.”

“That’s why I was surprised you’re one.”

Johnny sets his food down, he was done with it anyways, and then he takes a sip of his water.

“Take that back.” he says after swallowing.

“No,” you set your chopsticks down, smirking at Johnny triumphantly.

“Okay, well, have some water then,” he offers you the bottle.

His behaviour is throwing you off.

It feels like the calm before a storm, but you just wish the tempest would just hit already- you’ve realized you kind of enjoy pestering the big man.

You enjoy his reactions.

“Why do I need water,” you ask as you take a sip.

“Because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you, and show you all the different ways that Lucas can’t make women cum.”

“What?” you squeak, choking a little on your water as Johnny casually moves the food off the bed.

“You heard me. I told you I’d show you the life skill Lucas fails at, this is it,” he says, heading over to the door to lock it. “Cut the shit, I know you enjoy being a brat,” he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, your entire body turned to face him. “You want a reaction, here it is. Drink your water and then tell me how you want it first, I’ll keep my cock for last, but now, you get to choose, tongue or fingers?”

You lick your lips. “Both.”

Johnny laughs. “A brat and she’s greedy,” he tuts. “Maybe you don’t deserve it.”

“I do.”

Your voice is weak and Johnny grins when he hears it. How easy it is to make you putty in his hands. Where’s the fire? Have you seriously been all bark and no bite this whole time?

He watches as you lick your lips, swallowing thickly, “Also, if you’re going to show me all the different ways Lucas can’t make a girl cum, does that mean you’ll have to show me multiple positions?”

Johnny laughs, there’s the girl he knows.

“If you want.”

“So maybe more than just tonight then?” you inquire, stepping closer to Johnny, who’s super turned on by the change in events. He kind of enjoys you fighting back, just as much as you enjoy getting a rise out of him.

“Are you trying to lock down dick appointments, baby girl?” Johnny coos.

“You tryna deliver, hot shot?” you’re nearly chest to chest now.

“I guess I can give you both to start,” Johnny concludes, going back to the original matter at hand.

Then he bends down to lift you up, pressing his lips to yours and easily carrying you to the bed. You grab his face, an angry molding of teeth and tongues, a groan leaving Johnny when you bite his lip sharply.

He tosses you onto the bed and grabs the bottom of your pants. “Off,” he says, giving you just enough time to get your jeans unbuttoned before he’s tearing them completely from your body.

You enjoy the aggression, the way his pupils are blown with lust-

Johnny falls to his knees, hands dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. You watch the way he licks his lips, eyes focused on your core, “cute panties,” he pulls at the flimsy material, “looks like someone planned on getting laid tonight.”

“Yeah, just not with you,” you throw back at him, smirking when his eyes narrow.

“It’s like you want to be destroyed,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You refuse to let a moan leave your lips although it bubbles up inside of you, body betraying how turned on you are even as your mind continues to want to fight the man between your legs.

“I do, so stop talking and get to it-” you reach down for his hair, and he smacks your hands away.

“No touching,” Johnny growls, fingers hooking in your panties and slipping them to the side. “So wet,” he smirks, thumb coming in contact with your clit as he spreads your slick around. His other hand pushes your thighs open wider to give him more space, his shoulders are just too damned large-

You hold your breath when Johnny moves closer, tongue taking its first test lick at your folds and making your toes curl. You grab onto the bed but it’s just not the same, so you reach for Johnny’s hair again.

“Did I not just tell you, no touching?” Johnny growls when he snatches your hands from the air, pinning them to your tummy as he looks up at you.

“I elected to ignore you,” you answer, toying the line playfully with a grin on your face.

You flex your hands, and both of you look down to his grip on your wrists.

“You want to be tied up, don’t you, kitten?” Johnny asks, releasing your wrists.

You can’t believe he’s suggesting handcuffs this nonchalantly, as if they’re just a casual bedroom toy for a first date fuck.

You want him to ruin you.

He takes your silence as a yes and you watch Johnny stand up and head to his closet. He comes out again with a pair of handcuffs. Not nice fluffy pink ones, or silk ties- but real handcuffs. They look durable. They look legit. They make your pussy throb looking all hot in his large hands like that-

You’re practically drooling, remaining docile and submissive as Johnny gets on the bed, prompting you to raise your arms above your head by direct brushes of his fingers against your skin.

Once your arms are where he wants them, the english major handcuffs you to the bed frame.

You watch the cuffs click into place, locking you in.

“If you’re not having fun anymore and can’t use a safe word, just kick me or something,” Johnny says when he gets between your legs again.

Now that you’re higher on the bed, he has to lay flat on his tummy to give his mouth access to your pussy, and you watch the way his hips grind down against the mattress.

You wonder if he’s even doing it consciously, or if his body is just super high strung too, tired of all this tension, ready to be released-

“Kicking you sounds like a great idea,” you say, the fighting words leaving your lips as a second nature, even though you don’t mean them.

Johnny laughs a little, nuzzling his face against your thigh. “You better be nice to me, kitten,” he clicks his tongue, fingers touching the wet patch on your panties that has formed since he allowed the fabric to move back into place.

“You promised to make me cum,” you point out, seeing your pleasure as pretty much a guarantee.

“I did.” Johnny tears your panties in two- “I want to have you cumming until you’re crying for me to stop.”

His mouth fully attaches to your pussy, tongue pressing into you. Your hands try to reach for Johnny only to be harshly stopped by cold metal, which is unforgiving as it bites into your wrists.

A gasp leaves your lips when Johnny’s tongue flicks your clit.

“First I’ll make you cum like this,” Johnny says, voice low and sending vibrations through your core deliciously, “And when you’re cumming, I’ll give you my fingers and force out another orgasm just to teach you a lesson.”

Overstimulation. Bondage. Dom Johnny. Pet names. Tension-

He’s eating you out so vigorously that you can hear the slurping sounds. It’s the most you can do to lay there, back arching off the bed as your muscles constrict and you cum on his tongue, pulling against your restraints when Johnny slips two fingers into you, as he promised he would.

Even as you cum, pussy pulsing with desire, Johnny continues his motions, fingers slamming into you roughly and creating new pleasure.

You’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the other begins, but you’re sure that Johnny has made you cum twice as he continues to work you despite your moans increasing in pitch.

“Fuck, Johnny-” you nearly scream when his lips return with full force to your clit.

Is he going to be this unrelenting the whole time? Two orgasms already? Can’t he just come up and kiss you?

His digits curl into you and your body shudders, caught in a liminal space where you’re coming down from your orgasm while simultaneously rising up to yet another one.

You can hear your wetness on his fingers, a pathetic squelching sound makes your skin heat with embarrassment.

“I need you,” you say, voice cracking.

The desperation is obvious, and it makes Johnny pull his mouth away from his prize, although his fingers continue.

“I’ve only made you cum twice, baby,” he chuckles, “think of all the other ways I can make you cum.”

You groan, eyes closing as you rest your head back in the pillows.

You’re tied up and at his mercy. He has all the control-

But his fingers just aren’t enough, not when you know for a fact that he’s packing.

Come on, a man this big? You’ve shamefully been considering his dick size for the past few days, and you’ve come to the conclusion that a happy seven incher would be nice, but he’s probably even bigger.

“Make me cum with your cock please?”

The ‘please’ thrown on at the end shocks you both.

“Are you really that dick whipped for me already?” he grins, pulling his fingers out of you, “shameful.”

His words make your skin flare with heat and embarrassment, and you keep your mouth shut as you watch his next move.

Johnny adjusts to be kneeling between your legs, and he holds himself over you with one hand while the other brings his digits to your lips, “taste yourself for me,” he commands.

You look into his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, doing your best to be as sinful as possible in an effort to test his patience.

His lips are on yours the moment his fingers are gone, and your tongues clash for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, forcing him to grind down against your exposed core. His blue jeans are an interesting texture, but not the one you want.

You pull against the handcuffs, groaning in frustration and sinking your teeth into Johnny’s lip.

“Uncuff me,” you pout when he pulls away to give you a warning look.

“You bit me so I’d uncuff you?” he asks, sitting up and rubbing at his lip dramatically.

Of course there’s no blood, it’s not like you’d bitten him hard… well, I mean, if he enjoys that sort of thing-

“Yes?” you look up at Johnny and he shakes his head at you. You’re half naked and he’s already made you cum twice. He has you in cuffs but you’re still in your shirt and bra, he hadn’t bothered to remove them, too eager to get to his meal-

Johnny reaches down and pushes the fabric up slowly, exposing a strip of your stomach.

You suck in a breath, staying still and watching the shirt rise higher and higher. Finally, he reveals your bra, letting your shirt go once it’s just under your arms.

“I guess I will have to uncuff you to take this off,” he sighs, reaching out to touch the pretty bra you’d worn, “or I could cut it off” he pulls the strap and it harshly smacks back against your skin when he releases it a moment later.

“Cut it off?” the words make your heart race faster in your breast.

Johnny smirks, humming, “a knife, or scissors-”

“If you ruin this bra, Johnny Suh, I swear to god-”

“I already wrecked the matching panties,” Johnny reminds you, pulling them out of his back pocket to flash them in front of your face. Your hands are cuffed and you can’t even try to grab back the material. “It’s cute that you wore a set for me.”

He tucks the lace back into his pocket. Then his hands both go to your waist, and he enjoys watching how large they are compared to you, how his long fingers look slowly going up and up until they’re brushing the underside of your bra.

“I told you,” you say, voice husky as you also enjoy the feeling of his fingers, “I didn’t plan on getting laid with you.”

“Stop lying,” one of his hands moves up to grab your throat, forcing you back into the pillows.

“Maybe,” you choke out, and he releases your neck enough for you to speak better, your smile widening, “you should actually fuck me and prove I’m here with the right guy.”

Two orgasms aren't enough for you it seems, and Johnny… honestly doesn’t mind?

He’s loving this brat side of you, loving the banter-

“I think I’ll just have some more fun first,” he concludes, hands going to your bra and lifting it. He forces the uncomfortable band up and holds it there so he can attach his lips to your nipple.

Your back arches off the bed and moans leave your lips as Johnny’s free hand cups your other breast, warm and soft- until he’s pinching your nipple.

“Johnny-” you whine, pulling against the handcuffs, “fuck-”

He stops pinching your nipple and you let out a breath- only to moan when two fingers slide inside of you again.

“Sometimes girls can cum just from their nipples being sucked,” Johnny says, looking up at you. “Should we see how long it takes for you to cum that way?”

You can’t believe him.

“You can make me cum like that another time- but please-” you swallow thickly, “I need your cock.”

This time, when Johnny looks up at you, he can see you’re broken fully. Can see the desperation in your eyes, all glassy and pretty-

Johnny realizes you’re so worked up that you’re on the verge of tears, and something snaps inside of his chest.

Is he being too mean to you?

You watch quietly as Johnny sits up. He removes his fingers from your core, licking them clean before he reaches over to grab the keys to the cuffs, which are sitting on the bedside table- They’ve been taunting you this whole time.

Johnny uncuffs you, and all it takes is one free hand for you to go straight for his cock. You lean up to press kisses against his exposed neck as he undoes your other wrist, chuckling even as you squeeze him through jeans.

Of course you’re not broken yet, it had been a farce, a trick to get him to uncuff you.

He doesn’t mind.

Once both your hands are free, Johnny goes to get your shirt off completely. It feels good once you’re fully bare, even if Johnny is still completely clothed. You can change that for him.

“Take this off,” you plead, pulling roughly at his shirt before your hands go back to his zipper, getting it down-

Johnny sits up and you groan in frustration, missing his warmth, his smell-

Most guys strip quickly, but Johnny? You kind of love that he puts on a small show for you.

He reaches behind his head to bunch up the fabric near the nape of his neck, opting for that form of shirt removal as opposed to a normal ‘grab the hem and lift up’ style. You have to admit, you’ve seen videos of men taking their shirts off this way and been struck by how sexy it is, but with Johnny?

You can feel yourself getting wetter just by watching.

Once his shirt is gone, his hands move down to his jeans, and you struggle to find time to appreciate his muscular form while also watching the movement of his hands eagerly.

You’d gotten his belt undone, the top button, and the zipper down, but you’re kind of happy that’s all you got to do- because now you get to watch Johnny strip.

His hair is messy and he looks gorgeous with his head tilted, watching you as he toys with the waistband of his jeans.

Can’t he see that you’re practically foaming at the mouth with need for him?

With wrists newly freed you reach for Johnny, making grabby hands to show him how badly you want him.

You’re tired of verbally begging, but you don’t want him to smack your hands away if you actually touch him, no, grabby hands are the way to go.

He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life, and as he looks down at you, he gets mad that you’re perfect for him.

The tension in the air is addicting, and Johnny is done playing around. He has extreme patience, but you’re testing him, more than any girl before you ever has.

Johnny decides he misses your lips, and needs a distraction, needs his eyes closed so his mind can stop thinking so much.

When Johnny is situated between your legs again, lips back on yours, you’re not sure what you want to touch first. His pretty hair? Or maybe you want to cup his perfect, angular face? Or scratch at his back? You bet he has a gorgeous back, if his front is anything to go by.

Wow, maybe you should touch his chest- or his abs-

Johnny pushes his jeans down and all your thoughts are forgotten, mind narrowing in on one thing and one thing only.

Your eyes are closed, his tongue still clashing against yours, but you can feel how large he is. Can feel when his cock slips against your wet entrance, his girth obvious as it slides between your folds.

Then you’re pushing your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock, and lining him up with you.

“Fuck me,” you growl against his mouth, locking your legs behind his waist in an effort to get him to just push it in-

Johnny chuckles at the way you’re trying to use your legs.

You’re so cute thinking he’s not about to decimate you.

As if you need to ask.

Johnny has patience, but now that his cock is out? It’s go time for the six foot frat boy.

He slams into you fully, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth, and your finger nails dig into his shoulders while you gasp into his mouth.

Johnny isn’t kissing you anymore, although your lips are close- instead, you’re looking into each other's eyes. You can feel his breath against your face, and each thrust makes him pant a little, your own squeaks and whimpers greeting his.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans when you hike your leg higher on his hip, causing him to slide deeper, “you’re so fucking tight-”

“You’re just huge,” you tell him, smashing your lips to his again.

You love the way he takes your breath away. You love the bickering. You love the growls leaving his throat as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, cock head hitting deep spots that have your toes curling.

Johnny is holding himself up with his arms on either side of you, and he pushes himself up enough to be able to move one hand down to your clit.

His fingers light sparks that go shooting through your body from your pussy outwards, and a sinful whine leaves your lips in response. You pull at Johnny’s hair to earn a groan, and although a rumble does leave his chest, your motion has mostly just spurred him to rub your clit harder.

Why is it that every time you try to mess with him and make him desperate for you, he flips the tables and turns you into the melt?

“Going to make you cum like this,” Johnny tells you, tearing his lips from yours only to move to your neck, marking your skin in love bites and kisses between his words, “And then I’ll make you cum just from my cock.”

“Promise?” you ask, pulling him away from your neck so you can look at his eyes.

The sincerity in your expression brings back the warm feeling in his chest.

“Promise” he confirms, sealing it with a kiss.

Johnny’s motions on your clit have become too much for you to bear when combined with the brutal pace of his hips. Your whines get louder and higher, pussy clamping down on Johnny when you cum.

Johnny kisses you to eat up your moans, and he also has to distract himself from the way your warm walls are fluttering around him, the way you’re grabbing him so tightly he thinks you might never let go- he teeters on the edge and is honestly shocked that he doesn’t fall over with you, he’s too determined to make you cum one final time-

Like he’d promised.

When you come down from your high, Johnny allows his pace to go slower. He kisses your cheek, and for the first time, he doesn’t have a snappy one liner to throw at you.

Well, that’s a lie.

He could say ‘ready for one more kitten?’, or maybe ‘bet you fucking loved that’, but one promise has made the entire mood change, and now, Johnny wants to make sure you feel good- he doesn’t want to degrade you anymore, he’s sure there will be time for bickering later-

Later.

You’ll have to stay the night, he decides, as he looks at the way your hair spreads across his pillows-

You open your eyes and Johnny looks back at you, hand coming up to pet your face, waiting for you to say something.

You take a deep breath and smile like the cheshire cat as you wrap your arms tighter around Johnny’s shoulders, pulling him to your lips again. “Okay, now give me the next one.”

The next one.

The next orgasm he’s promised you.

Johnny laughs against your mouth, shaking his head a little even as he adjusts, “flip over-”

“No,” you hold him tighter, “like this… doggy me later.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

Johnny is so whipped for you- of course he folds to your wants immediately. Doggy be damned.

This whole time he’s been thrusting slowly, and now his pace begins to quicken again. He’s had his break, and he’s ready to work you up, ready to once again earn your moans and eat up your pretty sounds.

You cup his face, falling deep into these natural motions, lips moving against Johnny’s. There’s no need for words anymore. The tension is gone, now, all that’s left is the lust and passion.

Johnny groans when you move your leg up his hip again. His own hand slips down to grab at your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.

His sounds turn you on more than anything you’ve ever heard before, low and deep, coming from his chest, vibrating through you at this close proximity.

“Cum for me,” you whisper when you move your lips to Johnny’s neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to force him to give you access. You know he’s marked your own skin at least once tonight, and now you get to return the favour.

Johnny groans at your dirty words, loving the way they sound coming from you.

And the way you’re sucking on his neck- how the fuck did you find a spot that feels so good-

Damn. Johnny’s not usually the type to accept hickeys, but hell, he’d let you do anything you want to him if you throw in a cute ‘please’ when asking.

“You cum first,” he groans out, eyes shutting as he enjoys the feeling of his high approaching.

“Then choke me.”

He should just ask you to marry him.

It’s that simple.

He should just slip out of you, drop onto his knees on the floor next to the bed and beg you.

His fingers wraps around your throat and your eyes meet, his hand pushing you into the pillows.

There’s something about your eyes, Johnny gets lost in them. He loves the way your hands come up to grab at his forearm, urging him to press tighter on your windpipe as his hips match the rough change of events.

You bite your lip to add even more stimulus as Johnny works you towards yet another orgasm. Your body feels like it’s on fire, this is the most buzzed you’ve been in- well, forever.

Johnny knows when you’re about to cum, your whimpers reaching a crescendo that he puts a stop to by crashing his lips to yours. When you cum, you both cum while kissing. He doesn’t want his hand around your throat right now, instead, it goes to your face.

Your arms are wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him pressed to you too, as if both of you want some hold on the other incase one of you tries to pull away, without realizing that neither of you are going anywhere.

His hips are a steady force that prolong both of your orgasms.

When you’re both finished, and he stops thrusting, he stays inside of you for a while. You continue to kiss, and despite being tired from your orgasms, just being in Johnny’s arms makes you want to explode-

Johnny pulls away from you and you let out a whine, brows furrowing, pouting, making Johnny laugh.

“Let me put on some pants or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns you.

“Would that be the worst thing in the world?” you ask, tempted to maybe just say fuck it and tell him to get back to the bed-

“Far from it,” Johnny says, pulling on a cozy looking pair of sweatpants. Then he tosses a shirt at you, “it would be the best thing, but” he collapses onto the bed next to you, “what if we watch a movie, and when it’s done, I’ll make you cum any way you want me to, as many times as you want.”

He watches you slip his shirt on, enjoying the way it looks on you. You’re officially his, he’s caught you and got you in a shirt, and he couldn’t be happier about it. Okay, officially is not the right word, but, come on, Johnny’s never had a girl walk away from him before- you won’t be the first.

You look at Johnny and his gorgeous back, exposed as he lays on his stomach on the bed.

Wow, he got a sappy romance historical drama Jane Austen movie to play in the empty movie theatre for your date, took you home, made you cum four times, and now he’s also offering Netflix and more sex.

He’s whipped for you. A big puppy boy.

You could get used to this.

“Sounds good to me,” you say, watching Johnny sit up and grab a laptop from next to the bed.

Then he’s next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

“And you’re staying the night,” the frat boy tells you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you tightly to his side.

“I am?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“Well… you do know that if I don’t call Haechan or Mark, one of them might storm in here-”

“Haechan.” Johnny sits up suddenly, remembering that he does, in fact, have a roommate.

Johnny had bribed Haechan with a hundred dollars to give him the room for after your date, but, it’s been a while- “now that you mention it, someone definitely should have banged on that door with how loud you were being.”

“Me being loud?!” you shove at his chest. “Screw you, next time I’ll be quiet-”

“Liar, your sounds are cute. I just mean usually whenever someone has a girl over, the guys will go give them a hard time if they’re too loud-”

Loud.

Noise.

A frat house.

Four of your best friends living here- you really hadn’t even thought much about Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark or Haechan when you’d arrived.

You’d been too wound up by being near Johnny, who seems to have this effect on you-

You both reach for your phones to check if you have messages from anyone-

Of course you have about 100+ missed calls/messages on multiple chats.

Your eyes go to your PHILOSOPHY chat, which includes your four frat friends. Haechan has changed the group name multiple times, but Doyoung (ever the literalist), always brings it back to what your chat was created for and renames it back to it’s original.

Haechan: check your phone

Doie: jesus, who are you even TALKING TO?!?!?

Haechan: the one of us getting laid right now who do you THINK?

MORK: someones getting LAID?

Haechan: Y/N is you stupid

Haechan: with JOHNNY

Haechan: HE PAID ME TO NOT GO TO THE ROOM FOR A WHILE AND THEY’VE BEEN IN THERE FOR HOURS

Haechan: where the fuck are you three anyways, why is the frat so empty right now?

Doie: we’re at the basketball game Haechan. We told you we’d be here.

Taeyongie: Jae just scored

Doie: he got a hoop*

Taeyongie: he scored

Doie: he got a hoop*!!!!

Taeyongie: just come to the game Haechan

Haechan: fine, but once they’re done being NASTIES, i have to SLEEP IN THAT ROOM!

Doie: sucks to be you

⇢ Synopsis : a movie theater date with your boyfriend doesn’t go according to.. well, normal.

⇢ Warnings (18+) : exhibitionism, hand jobs, oral (m receiving), public sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, mirror fucking, degradation, praise, mentions of daddy kink, etc...

⇢ Word Count: 500 words

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When Johnny invites you to a movie on Wednesday, you don’t think too much of it. In the near year you’ve been dating, you’ve gone to many movies, and today will be no different-

Or so you think.

The film starts off like any other would; the theatre is mostly empty, and you get some of the best seats in the house.

It’s about ten minutes into the movie that Johnny’s hand finds your bare thigh.

This isn’t out of the ordinary at all, and you’d worn a skirt to give your boyfriend access to you- on days you’ve worn jeans to movie dates, he’s simply made do, and you’ve learned not to bother putting much in the way of his greedy fingers-

Besides, you’re already aching for him, having known his fingers would be coming at any minute- and you can’t wait to cum too.

But today, Johnny doesn’t immediately push your panties to the side to burry two large fingers deep in your core- instead, he rubs at the fabric covering your slit, relaxing back in his chair almost lazily, with his eyes fixed to the screen.

Every time he swirls his fingers up around your clit, you want to moan loudly, and after a solid two minutes of waiting for Johnny to just do something, you take matters into your own hands, literally.

Grasping at Johnny’s wrist allows you to keep him exactly where you want him, and you grind down, stifling a gasp at how good actual pressure feels-

Your boyfriend tears his hand away from you with a click of his tongue, and you turn your glare to him, hating the way he continues to stare straight ahead, ignoring you.

“Johnny-”

Now it’s your turn to grab onto his thigh-

The fratboy finally looks at you, jaw set like a challenge, his powerful stare making your heart lurch even in the darkness of the theatre.

Taking a breath, you square your shoulders, a defiant expression forming on your face. You’ve always been a brat, and you’re not going to start being a ‘good little sub’ today, especially without any promises of-

“Make it through the movie for me like a good girl, and I’ll reward you,” Johnny says lowly, and part of your brattiness subsides, if even for a moment, at the notion of reward-

But you want him now!

You move your hand higher on his thigh, breaking into a grin when you find his cock already pressing against the denim of his jeans.

Your boyfriend lets a hiss of air out through his teeth when you adjust your grip on his length, clawing at the fabric of his pants in an attempt to get better leverage-

Then Johnny shifts, a hand latching firmly around your wrist.

Usually when you’re in public, you’re the recipient of his exhibitionist tastes, and not the other way around.

“If you’re going to do that type of shit here,” he warns lowly, “you’ll have to be on your knees.”

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