#seo youngho smut

[star-suh]

The Nastiest

Johnny Suh x Male Reader

cw: mafia au, reader is a sick pervert, dom top johnny, toxic relationship, enemies to fuck-enemies, knife play, “marking”, blowjob, pain kink(?), breeding, degradation, hair pulling, cum as lube, fingering, choking, dacryphilia.

an: this is in the same universe as this jaehyun mafia fic.

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the city is dominated by many mafias but only two of them are the best of the best they're the most dangerous and respected by the other gangsters wannabes. in one of them there's a very skilled sick fuck pervert boy, he fucks anyone who passes in front of him… well except for one person, johnny suh.

he is part of the other mafia, a direct rival of the mafia yn belongs to, one thing about him is that he despises yn a lot. he has tried to kill him so many times but in the end he regrets it, arguing that “he does not deserves to be shot by one of his bullets”.

one day johnny was walking down the street when he heard whimpers in a dark alley, as if someone was getting beat up. yes, he was in the mafia but he is still a good person looking out for everyone's well-being, except yn's tho.

“hey what are you two doing” johnny pulled out a gun and pointed it at them, gesturing for them to leave, and they did. he turns around seeing how both guys were running and just when he was going to ask the other person if he was okay, the cold metal of a gun is placed right behind his head. "son of a bitch i was having fun", that voice... that familiar and disgusting voice… "it was you… if i had known, i would have let them kill you" johnny says it without any emotion on his face, hell, yn didn't even deserve his anger. "you say that but i know that deep down you want to do it" a twisted smile making its way onto his face, "you're right" in one smooth move johnny manages to take the gun from yn and hits him with his knee in the stomach leaving him lying on the ground trying to catch air "if you want me to kill you that bad, i’lll do it then” johnny points the gun at yn but sees that it still had the safety on, realizing that yn was only using it to threaten him and not to cause him any harm, but nevertheless he takes it off and is about to pull the trigger.

"wait" yn yells and proceeds to laugh and spit out some blood "didn't you say before that i don't deserve to be killed by one of your bullets?" to which johnny replies "the gun is not mine"; “before you kill me i have one last wish" yn crawls to where johnny is and then kneels, resting his face on top of johnny's bulge, acting as if he were a cat, rubbing his face on the crotch, feeling the heat of johnny's huge cock "i know you get hard in these situations, you're a fucking pervert you know" yn murmurs, "give me some of this and then you can kill me, i would die happily" johnny was disgusted, not because of how yn was acting but because of what he said, although he wished it wasn't true, it is, yn he knew him very well. “shut the fuck up bitch, last time i checked you're the pervert, a sick fuck who gets off on beating and killing people” johnny pushes yn to the ground again, “it’s unbelievable how you're on the verge of being killed but you still manage to think about cocks drilling into your used loose hole, the fuck is wrong with you”.

yn stands up, he turns around to leave but instead he throws himself at johnny and fight to take the gun from him, during the fight the gun falls a few centimeters away from them, yn tried to grab it but johnny was way stronger than him, the taller throws him against a wall, then pushes him against it and pulls out a knife putting it in his throat. “i'm so sick of that goddamn grin on your fucking face i'll have to cut it off”. when johnny made eye contact with yn he saw his red face and hooded eyes “you're face is like the one of a bitch in heat… wait… what the fuh...” johnny looks down watching his bulge rubbing against yn's ass, he then looks towards yn's watching how he was hard already, johnny laughs “that look on your face… i'm starting to think this is why you always want to fight with me.. because i'm the only one who knows how to treat you the way you like it, sick bastard”.

"fine… if you want me to destroy that used hole that bad, i’ll do it, maybe this way you can leave me alone” johnny finally gives in, despite everything he said before, he knew deep down he also wanted to fuck yn, it’s not a secret for everyone that yn is hot but his freaky personality is what makes everyone go away from him, but guess he has finally found someone who matches it.

“go rougher” yn pleads in a soft voice.

the taller one pulls out some zip ties to tie yn's wrist behind his back, “this is your last chance kinky bitch, just say this was all a joke and run”. yn didn't say anything. “on your knees. now”.

johnny pull out his big dick “suck it like the good slut you are” yn hesitated “what? why are you acting shy now?” johnny grabs it and put it to rest on top of yn’s face “open up, it's not gonna suck itself”.

little moans escaped johnny's mouth, yn knows how to use his mouth after all, “i wonder how many dicks have you sucked to know how to do it properly.. fuck.. you're so disgusting” yn was about to stop to talk back but johnny didn't let him and started to mouthfuck him “your throat is such a good fleshlight” he forces yn to deepthroat him, causing a bulge to form there. johnny grunts, pulling the other's hair so he can go deeper. “ooh hahaha your little friend here seems to like this, you're like a pain slut” johnny uses his foot to massage yn's bulge “do you jerk off after every fight we had?” johnny mocks loving how he can say anything without yn talking back at him, “this is a good use for your mouth” he murmurs.

sloppy wet noises coming from yn's mouth filled the dark alley. “look at you gagging on my cock, who would've thought that my neat would be enough to have you under my power”. yn just nods, all he wanted was finally becoming real, the johnny fucking suh is emptying his balls down his throat, something that might be considered a privilege knowing that johnny was known to be someone who doesn't have sex a lot and with anyone that crosses his path, despite having a lot of people lined behind him.

johnny pulls out and came on yn's face, grunting obscenities, “this is so humiliating for you, the cocky bastard yn covered in cum like a useless alley whore” he says in between pants, “maybe if i leave you here someone would find you and have some fun too, bet you would like that”.

“shut your ass up and fu-” a slap interrupts yn, “alley whores don't demand shit, they just accept what they're given, you deserve a punishment”.

johnny uses his knife to make a small cut on yn's cheek “it fucking hurts” yn whimpers. “that's the point dumb bitch, this way you would be reminded who owns you everytime you see yourself in the mirror”. yn was impressed to say the less, he knew johnny was freaky but not that freaky.

a wet spot formed in yn's black pants he tried to hide it but johnny noticed it, “did you just came just for me face fucking you? you're pathetic”...

“get up, i'm not done with you”; “i can't i feel weak, asshole” yn replies, “you're such a loser” johnny blurted out.

johnny pushed yn against the wall again, unzip his pants under and pulled it out along with his underwear, then scooped all the cum in his face to use it as lube, he smeared it in his dick and yn's hole, fingering it a little before putting all his dick inside “i'm gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna be able to sit for the next week”. he put the tip first and then rammed himself inside, all at once, drawing a loud moan out of yn's mouth. “... fucking tight” johnny keeps pounding, his left hand leaving marks on yn's hip while the other was on his neck choking him. yn was starting to being loud, he was not being able to bear with johnny's powerful thrusts “shut up or i'll slam your head against the wall”; “n-no… no” yn manage to say, “what was that? i thought you were a tough guy ynnie?” the top once again mocks him. the feeling was so unbearable for yn that tears formed in his eyes and started to roll down his face, seeing this makes johnny so horny that he licked them from the other's face, then cupped the bottom's head with his right hand and turn him so they can make eye contact “you're being such a good sex toy, you're not that useless after all” then he kissed him.

right when johnny kissed him yn came hands free, “every time you touch yourself i want you to remember how i fucked you in an alley next to a dumpster like the piece of shit you are” johnny pounds faster “remember who beat you and broke you, now you would think twice after picking a fucking fight with me, you hear me?” after this johnny came inside, his moans were like the ones of a beast, damn he hasn't emptied his balls inside someone for ages. he pulled out and yn just slid down the wall, too weak to stand up.

“you look fucked up and disgusting, the freaky, tough guy ynnie just got obliterated by some cock" he laughs "… imagine if everyone knows about this… stay away from me and keep my name out of your filthy mouth” johnny got ready to go and leave yn there but he saw his face, that was still bleeding for the cut with some traces of seeat and cum, he looked so vulnerable a part he has never seen on him but he goes anyway.

yn was lost, he just got what he wanted but he was too tired to even celebrate it so he just smiled weakly and then fell asleep…

yn woke up in an unfamiliar room, it was a hotel room he got up and went to the bathroom, in the mirror there he saw he was already clean and the cut on his cheek was bandaged already he also took time to appreciate johnny’s marks scattered all over his body, smiling like a psycho when touching every single one of them. but yn doesn't remember how he ended up in a hotel room until he sees a card on the nightstand near the bed that reads *you owe me the money i wasted paying for your hotel room, bitch* it was from johnny. yn saves the card in his pocket murmuring a little “asshole” while leaving the room.

[keehomania]

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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[leftrightnomin]

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.

[writemekpop]

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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[jjyanii]

[04:24]

warning: smut, sexual themes, degradation

"I c-can-" you croak out, yet it only comes out as an inaudible whisper.

His chuckle is low and deep, and his fingernails are digging their own graves at the flesh of your hips, "why? What's wrong? hmm?"

Your insides flip upside down, sideways, diagonal and in every way possible by the way he stares up at you— so intense, so degrading. His eyes that are honey brown when kissed by the sun are now dark and intimidating. It could be the lack of light, but you'd like to believe that it's lust and his greed for you.

You shudder at the chills that run up your spine when his other hand move up to cup your face and stroke your lower lip with his thumb ever so lightly, "Look at my baby getting all shy and dumb on my dick. Isn't this what you want?"

"P-please," you whimper against his thumb, nearly taking it to the wet (now dry) of your mouth.

He chuckles once more, "please what, baby?"

"D-daddy-" you whine, but his other hand was quick to move and pinch on the pink and erect nipple of your left breast, cutting you off as you jerk towards him and moan. His hold on the sensitive nub remains tight, and you can't help but suck on the thumb that was still ghosting over your lips.

"You're going to cum again with only this, baby?" he says as he rolls the poor nipple in between his thumb and index finger.

"No daddy p-pplease, I want m-more, please?"

"Greedy little slut. What more do you want? You've already got daddy's dick inside you" He says as he adjusts the both of you on the armchair, his hands cupping the cheeks of your ass to move you closer to him, and his cock deeper inside you.

"Please, m-move" you close your eyes and rest your forehead on his chin. His stubble is itchy against your skin, but it's the least of your problems for now.

"Hmm? Daddy can't hear you baby," you can almost see the smirk on his face.

"Move your dick inside me please?" you say with your voice so small, like you were scared he'd hear you.

"Daddy's dick?"

"Yes yes please," you groan out of frustration and throw your head back. You try to move just for friction at least, but Johnny sees through you and holds you strongly in place, which earns him another whine.

You know how much he's enjoying teasing you. But you also know how much you're turning him on, and it's only a matter of a time and a few kisses on the neck for him to give you what you want. So you reach for his neck and nibble where you know he gets weak.

Johnny knows what you're doing, and honestly, if he wasn't rock hard and balls deep inside you, he would've taken time to laugh at you for trying to get smart with him. But then again, you are getting smart with him and your plan is actually working. There's definitely no time to laugh for him now.

Before he completely loses his control and drills his cock uncontrollably into you, one of his hands move to take a drag off of the cigarette that was slowly burning down in the ashtray on the table beside him. He then pulls your face closer to his and lets out the smoke into your mouth. And you gladly take it in, gladly taking everything he's giving you, gladly taking his lips for a kiss too.

Johnny pulls away and whispers against the shell of your ear, "fuck yourself like a slut on daddy's cock. I might fuck you properly later on the bed if you're a good girl"

[allaboutthedongs]

Such a blessing 😍

[ao3feed-ateez]

And To Love In Return

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i1mFNoy by xxJasonLevixx Words: 1495, Chapters: 1/101, Language: English Series: Part 2 of To Be Loved Series Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band), ATEEZ (Band), TOMORROW X TOGETHER | TXT (Korea Band), 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Han Jisung | Han, Yang Jeongin | I.N, Seo Changbin, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Kim Seungmin (Stray Kids), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Choi Yeonjun, Choi Soobin, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun, Huening Kai, Lee Yubin | Dami, Jeon Jungkook, Chwe Hansol | Vernon, Kim Minjeong | Winter, Suh Youngho | Johnny, Jung Wooyoung's Mother (ATEEZ), Jung Wooyoung's Brother (ATEEZ), Park Jimin (BTS), Park Chaeyoung | Rosé, Lee Taemin Relationships: Hwang Hyunjin/Lee Felix, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Jeong Yunho/Chou Tzuyu, Lee Yubin | Dami/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Minjeong | Winter/Kang Yeosang Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Rape, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Cocaine, Sexual Content, Complicated Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Friendship, Love, Family, Depression, Suicide Attempt, Self-Harm, Anxiety, Mental Breakdown, Sexual Assault, Homophobia, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Drama, High School, College, New York City, POV First Person, Switch Hwang Hyunjin, Switch Lee Felix (Stray Kids) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/i1mFNoy

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

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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NiceGuyJohnny & TheJinyoung : NCT & Got7

🌙 starring. johnny (nct) & jinyoung (got7) x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. A little romantic trip with Haechan leaves two of your primary doms feeling a little… jealous? possessive? downright insane? And they’re going to make sure you know it.

cw/ tw.cam sex, extreme sadist hard dom Jinyoung, hard/soft dom Johnny, gag ball, degradation, use of yellow safe word (in a pretty tame way tbh), bdsm themes, threesome, ‘puppy’, thigh riding, daddy/sir/master - all sorts of dom titles tbh, oral (m/f receiving), squirting, Johnny’s dick is (as always) too god damned big for his own good, unprotected sex, bulge kinks of sorts?, deep throating, rough sex, dumbification, toys, lots of finger sucking, some pain kink, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 7.5k

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols, etc...

☀️ mlist + an. camroom directory here - this series is covered in audio by the Kpop Pillow Talk podcast, listen here

“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, as the elevator ascends to the highest floor in one of the tallest hotels in all of Seoul. You’d been a little shocked when he’d driven you both straight here after picking you up from your apartment.

“I’m not sure if I trust you to get some food in me before you decide to fuck me.” You grab at his soft, black dress shirt, pulling him close in the elevator as you grin up at your beautiful lover.

“You watch too many TikToks,” Johnny smirks, pressing a kiss to your lips. His hands slip to your waist, pulling you even closer to his broad chest, and you breathe in his expensive cologne, enjoying the taste of luxury it leaves on your tongue. He cups your face, running his thumb along your bottom lip, “And you know what, pretty girl? I know you trust me.”

“Sadly,” you confess, sighing and looking away only for Johnny to pull you in for one last kiss that feels stolen as the elevator doors open, and you’re left wanting more when he moves away. The tall NCT idol has your room key, and you let him navigate you down the hall.

The room is easy to find, and Johnny scans the hotel key card, earning access.

Johnny helps you take off your jacket and his quiet demeanour tips you off that something is wrong. He puts a do not disturb sign on the other side of the door’s handle, and you think that this is particularly odd behaviour for Johnny of all people, who usually doesn’t care who hears you two fucking or who interrupts.

“Hey, baby,” Jinyoung’s smooth voice makes you whip around, coming face to- chest with your most sadistic dom. You force your eyes up and Jinyoung smirks down at you, looking like the cat who’s caught the canary. You enjoy how big he is, dwarfing your smaller body as he invades your space- but what is he doing here?

“You trust me,” Johnny reminds you from where he’s leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest.

Fingers under your chin draw your eyes to Jinyoung, and his dark gaze pierces yours. “Did you have fun last weekend, baby?”

So that’s what this is about? Your getaway with Haechan?

You roll your eyes and Jinyoung’s widen in shock.

“She’s lost her manners,” The elder Got7 Member concludes, not reprimanding you, but instead looking over your shoulder at Johnny, talking about you as if you’re not even there, which is almost worse. 

He’s shit talking you and you’re right there. Shit talking you to your soft dom lover no less, who you expect to take your defence, but instead Johnny just shrugs, grinning as if to say ‘it is what it is.’ 

It becomes clear now that Jinyoung arrived a while ago, as he's set up the room exactly to your usual cam girl specifications. There are a few things set up, namely; a tripod, light ring, and- classically Jinyoung- bondage ties on the bed.

You're in for a long night, and although you think you don't really deserve this as a punishment - which from the strong set of Jinyoung's shoulders you know it most definitely will be - you know they're going to all but break your back, and you can't think of a better way to spend an evening.

You take a moment to appreciate Jinyoung’s body. 

He’s in pinstriped dress pants tonight and a white button up, with suspenders that curve deliciously over his back. The shirt is tailored, showing off the wide set of his shoulders that narrows in to his waist and ass, which is where your eyes stay fixed as you continue following him. 

A hand touches the small of your back and Johnny falls into step with you. “Safe words?” 

You raise a brow at him, is he serious? Again, you’d expected some soft words from your (generally) kind lover, but this? Something like fear tingles up your spine and you force yourself to remember your ‘training’. 

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for all clear.”

There’s no reward for your correct answer, and you’re left empty handed, expecting a ‘good girl’ or maybe even a ‘that’s my studious little baby doll’- okay, maybe not that last one- but you’d been expecting something!

The bratty side of you is starting to come out and it makes you stop in your tracks three feet past the tripod. Someone better start being nice to you or so help you god-

“Go on darling.” Jinyoung turns to face you, leaning back against a table near the bed that you now see has a few interesting items on it. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, forearms on display since he’s rolled up his sleeves. “Stomp your foot for us. Pout out that lip, it’s been making everyone else bend over backwards for you lately, huh?” 

You’re shocked at his words, eyes immediately darting to Johnny, who has met Jinyoung at the table, but he’s focused on pouring himself a drink from a bottle of Whiskey next to what you now see is a vibrator. 

“Don’t look at him,” Jinyoung’s voice is low, and he pushes himself off of the table fluidly, taking a step towards you that makes you instinctively move backwards. 

He’s much bigger than you, closing the distance and grabbing you by the waist with one hand while the other grips your jaw, his dark eyes gazing into your own.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” 

His words ring loudly in your ears and it only takes a moment for you to realize why. Haechan had said that exact same thing on your vacation together. 

Your heart races in your chest. Of course they’d both been watching, but to have Jinyoung quote it at you?

He must be pissed.

“Colour?” Johnny’s voice draws your eyes over Jinyoung’s shoulder and he lets you go even before you say ‘Green’ as clearly as possible. 

Jinyoung heads over to Johnny again, once more leaning back against the table.

You take a breath to speak but Johnny cuts you off. “Before anyone says anything else that could be incriminating,” Johnny turns to face you, swirling the whiskey in his cup and bringing it to his lips, “Camera’s on gorgeous.” 

“How-” You turn to see your phone is in the tripod, and you have no idea how it got there.

“You were too busy staring at Jinyoung’s ass, darling,” Johnny chuckles into his glass of whiskey.

He’s making fun of you. It’s a form of degradation, a soft form, but a form nonetheless, and it makes you wrap an arm over your middle instinctively, starting to feel incredibly small. 

Johnny had taken your phone when he’d put your jacket away, and while you’d been walking behind Jinyoung, the man from Chicago had turned on your phone, opened a room, and slipped it into the tripod holder. 

You try not to underestimate Johnny, but he still surprises you every now and again.

“So what are we going to do with you tonight, hmm?” Jinyoung asks, adjusting so his palms are flat on the table behind him and it widens his chest out, making it look even broader as he takes a deep breath, sighing. “I'm going to have to reteach you everything, aren’t I?”

Your manners come back after the initial shock. Being a brat hadn’t worked, and Jinyoung had degraded you for it, knowing all the tricks you had up your sleeve. Johnny, your soft dom- has seemingly abandoned you- it feels like the only option is to comply.

“No sir, I’ll be good,” you say. 

You may have had your bratty little escapades with lenient doms recently, but Jinyoung is reminding you exactly what he expects from you. For good measure, and because you’ve already dug yourself into a bit of a hole by trying to be bratty at all, you get down on your knees and look at the floor.

You listen to Jinyoung walk towards you, then past you. 

He pushes the tripod back to give space between it and the foot of the bed, and picks up your phone. He turns it towards you and you feel a prickle of shame at your kneeling form. 

After being a bit of a brat with your past men, it feels odd to show them this side of you again, but you know it’s a passing feeling, because the moment Jinyoung speaks, a tingle of excitement runs up your spine. 

“Bet our little whore is waiting for some praise,” Jinyoung says, moving to sit on the foot of the bed and spread his thighs invitingly. 

You open your mouth to say something but remember your dom hasn’t asked you a question so you bite down on your lip instead.

“Come sit between my legs,” Jinyoung instructs, watching you with dark eyes as you shuffle to where you’re supposed to be, “and stop calling me sir, it’s obviously a title with little value.”

“But you can still call me daddy, isn’t that right princess?” Johnny’s voice makes you want to scoff, you can practically hear him grinning somewhere on your left, probably still drinking and being nonchalant while you and Jinyoung have his intense power play, as per usual Johnny you suppose.

“The person who doesn’t want to be called sir anymore told me not to look at you and maybe not to speak to you either,” you say loudly, unable to help yourself. You force your gaze down on Jinyoung’s shoes, trying to stop a smile at your own bratty mischief. 

Then Johnny starts laughing, because you both know what your little outburst is probably going to have cost you. You just effectively talked back to Jinyoung - and without even looking up at his face, you know he’s probably furious. 

To your surprise, he doesn’t say anything, in fact, Jinyoung stands up and walks over to Johnny. When his back is to you, you follow him with your eyes, looking briefly at Johnny but he’s blatantly ignoring you now. Still laughing to himself as he drinks his whisky and pulls up a fancy chair to sit in as if he’s about to enjoy the show.

He is.

And you’re the show. Not only for him, but for however many people are in the cam room. You don’t even know who you’ve invited at this point, who has access to this.

You love this. You live for this. You press your thighs tighter together.

“Johnny.” All Jinyoung has to do is say his name for Johnny to set his drink down and accept the phone. He immediately turns it on you, and with Jinyoung’s back hiding what he’s up to, all you can do is wait.

You wait expectantly for some praise, for him to read the chat to you. Instead, Johnny’s eyes scan comments but he keeps his mouth shut, laughing at a few, but not reading them to you. 

You’re pissed.

So pissed, you almost forget Jinyoung is up to no good until he’s coming back to the bed and you have no idea what he’s even retrieved from the table of toys. 

“Greedy girl, already looking for her toy.” Jinyoung sits down on the foot of the bed and spreads his legs again, he shows you his empty hands. “Where is it, gorgeous?”

You narrow your eyes at him, not enjoying his game. 

His fingers reach under your chin and he leans down to meet your eyes. “You were okay playing kitten for Jaebum, now be my good puppy and find your toy.” 

The mean dom sits back again, squaring his shoulders and smiling at you. You move forward on your knees until you’re pressed to the foot of the bed. 

You love the way the pinstripe pants hug Jinyoung’s thighs and you’re practically drooling as you rest your hands on his knees and begin an upward motion.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Jinyoung’s tone is amused and when you look up at him, your belly flips upon finding a smile.

He grabs your jaw as you say “searching for my toy?” Your hands have reached his upper thighs. “Is it in your back pocket, master?” You bat your eyes at him and Jinyoung takes a deep breath, the new title obviously striking an unexpected chord inside of him. 

“Yes, gorgeous, it’s in my back pocket.”

You grin, pushing on his thighs to prop yourself up to press a kiss to his lips before you fall back to your knees and reach behind him for your prize. 

“Show it so everyone can see, baby.” Jinyoung’s smiling down at you but there’s something so sinister in it, in the sexiest of ways. 

You lift the pink gag ball up for everyone to see.

Now you realize why Johnny needs to hold the phone. Jinyoung will need both hands to put the gag ball on you. 

“Turn and face your daddy, gorgeous,” Jinyoung says, taking the gag ball from you.

You do as you’re told, looking up at Johnny and the camera.

“Now say: bye bye daddy.”

You want to laugh but you also maybe want to cry. 

One look at Johnny has him offering you a smile. “If you’re uncomfortable, tap out three times, two for slow down, one for good, got it baby?”

You nod. “Bye bye, daddy.”

“Say ah,” Jinyoung commands from behind you, his breath teasing your bare shoulder, exposed by your pretty dress, which, you realize, he’s yet to praise.

You kind of want to say something about it- but then the hard plastic touches your teeth and you open your mouth wider, accepting the ball that Jinyoung fastens behind your head with deft, quick fingers.

It feels kind of odd to have your mouth forcibly open like this. Gag Balls are not something you’ve really tried with your partners other than Jinyoung, who’s used it on you only twice before, and it’s always an adjustment.

“There we go,” Jinyoung sighs, both of his hands finding your shoulders and begin smoothing down your arms. “Now we can talk without any bratty,” he smacks your inner thigh, forcing you to spread your legs, “interruptions.”

Johnny, along with the entire cam room, watches as Jinyoung talks down to you. He leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder and you tilt your head, which only earns more chastising. 

“Needy,” Jinyoung states, letting the tip of his nose drag up your neck. “You’re going to have to work for it tonight princess.”

Jinyoung moves away from behind behind you, and Johnny catches a micro movement of you turning to watch, only to force your eyes back down on the floor. He fights the urge to praise you for your good behaviour, fights the urge to read you the comments flooding in.

Heychannie: holy fucking shit

Heychannie has donated $500

yutAH: you can say that again

yutAH has donated $666

yutAH: i didn’t know she was into GAG BALLS

TeamWang: fuck me neither

TeamWang has donated $1000

PubGMarkT: fucking Jackson

PubGMarkT: we’re all just trying to watch and you’re throwing money around

PubGMarkT has donated $1000

TeamWang: tell me she doesn’t deserve it

PubGMarkT: we all know she does

HeyChannie: hey! When did Johnny and Jinyoung start hanging out though? 

HeyChannie: and why the fuck wasn’t i invited to this

yutAH: cuz you’re the reason they’re even punishing her you fuck

HeyChannie: all i did was take her on vacation

Doie: can someone kick him off the chat

HeyChannie: fuck you i was in the chat first

KittyTae: be nice you two

KittyTae has donated $1000

TeamWang: and start tossing money at her if ur going to be babies in chat ;)

TeamWang has donated $500

Johnny moves his eyes back to you. You’re still facing him, kneeling on the floor, gag ball between your lips, a small bit of drool already beginning to form-

“She’ll ruin her dress,” Johnny realizes, immediately squatting and bringing the camera up to your face to inspect the trail of saliva on the corner of your mouth. 

He wipes it clean with his thumb, looking past you at Jinyoung, who’s taken a seat again on the foot of the bed.

“Then take it off,” Jinyoung says simply.

“Stand up for me, princess.” Johnny reaches a hand out for you to grab so he can help you to your feet and Jinyoung clicks his tongue.

“What did I say about being nice to her during this?”

Johnny sighs. Jinyoung had told him that if he wanted to be here for the punishment, he’d have to be harsher on you, less baby names and coddling. 

It’s funny how easily Johnny slips back into soft dom if he’s not paying attention, his true care for you bleeding through and getting in the way of his harder role. 

Standing and taking his hand back, Johnny meets your eyes. He thinks he sees your understanding in them, and he doubts you’ll be mad at him about any of this later. 

He watches you slowly get to your feet, and then you turn towards Jinyoung, looking over your shoulder somewhat expectantly at Johnny, who reaches out to unzip your dress, the camera following the motion.

As soon as the zipper is undone, Jinyoung’s hands find your waist and he pulls you between his legs, looking up at you. “Strip for us, whore.”

Instead of doing what you’re told immediately, you turn back to Johnny and reach out for his hand, which he allows you to take. 

The tall man watches with interest as you tap two times on his palm, and then Johnny’s shoulders slump slightly, “Aw, yellow? Already? Okay, baby, we’ll be better about our degradation.” 

beommie: leave it to Jinyoung to be such an asshole that our cam baby has to use a safe signal

TeamWang: what a dick right? 

PubGMarkT: and her going to Johnny to tap out?-

TeamWang: what else would you expect

TeamWang: honestly

Johnny looks down at you with concern in his eyes and you nod, about to turn back to Jinyoung but then Johnny stops you. “Are you still okay with the gag?”

You reach for his hand again, tapping once in his palm, a yes. 

Then you turn to face Jinyoung, intending to follow through with his strip tease command- only for him to reach for your hand instead. 

He stands, pulling you to his chest by your hips. His fingers find the bottom of your chin and he lifts your face, pressing a kiss to your nose before moving his hands to your shoulders to push the straps of your dress down, causing it to fall to the floor.

Jinyoung sits down again, patting one thigh, and you marvel at the way the pinstripes look like a landing strip. 

You’re exposed to the room in your little black lace set- you think Namjoon bought it for you? But you can’t remember, you have so much lingerie from all your men it’s hard to keep track- and you feel completely in your element.

Your hands find Jinyoung’s strong shoulders, steadying yourself so you can swing a leg over his thigh and get into position, sinking down until your core is against his pants. 

“Look at me,” Jinyoung commands, leaning back and settling his hands on the bed behind him, he looks gorgeous, “be a good little sub, and ride my thigh till you cum.”

You nod, and then begin to move your hips, grinding down on Jinyoung’s leg. 

A moan slips past your gag ball, and you breathe heavily through your nose, able to feel a new string of drool sliding down your chin only to drip onto your chest.

“Bra off baby,” Jinyoung says, and you moan at the pet name, finally given a nice one from your stern lover instead of ‘whore’ or ‘slut’, which he’s quite fond of when he’s being mean.

If there’s one thing you love about Jinyoung, it’s that he’s a good dom in every sense. Even if he has a scene he wants to do, if you aren’t okay with parts of it, like being called whore, he’ll immediately correct himself. But unlike your soft lover Johnny, who had all but cooed at you, Jinyoung had changed without even putting his respect on the line, he’s still as hard dom as five minutes ago, but adjusted. 

You reach your hands behind your back, undoing your clasp and allowing the fabric to fall free. 

As soon as your breasts are exposed to the open air, you feel your nipples harden, and Jinyoung’s lips part in appreciation. He sits up immediately, hands coming to cup at your boobs, which bounce as you grind harder on his thigh. 

His leg is strong beneath you, and it feels delicious when you drag your core against him, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You close your eyes, groaning around the gag ball that’s still firm in your mouth-

Then a hand grabs your chin roughly, and your eyes snap open. “I told you, to look at me,” Jinyoung growls, pinching your nipple with his free hand and making you whine loudly. Drool drips down your chin and onto your breasts and Jinyoung watches it, then motions with his hand, reminding you of Johnny who’s still behind you with the camera in hand. “Come look at this.”

Your soft dom lover appears next to you, holding the camera close to your skin and narrowing in on exactly what Jinyoung wants him too. 

“Messy girl,” Johnny breathes, and you enjoy his words. They’re not praise, but they’re not degradation either, a happy medium.

“She’s had enough of this,” Jinyoung says, reaching behind your head to unclasp your gag ball, “want to hear her pretty moans when she cums like the filthy little cam baby she is.”

Cam baby. There’s that term again. Haechan had used it on you, and you suppose it’s not a shock Jinyoung is reusing a second term from the man who had whisked you away on vacation. 

You can’t help the way the your hips grind down harder on Jinyoung, your moans sounding through the room the moment the hard plastic is removed from between your teeth.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. You start to move towards Jinyoung, intent on kissing him, before you remember your manners. “Master?”

“Hmm?” Jinyoung looks up at you after setting the gag ball down on the bed next to him, amusement in his eyes.

“Kisses?”

“Only because you asked and didn’t simply take. You’re learning your place again, aren't you, baby girl?”

You nod solemnly, licking your lips. “Yes, master.”

Jinyoung scoffs a little at you, and then he’s grabbing the back of your head roughly and dragging you to his lips. 

He dominates the kiss, pressing his tongue into your mouth and then biting on your lip, his free hand moving to your hip to force you to grind on him.

You can feel your orgasm rising, and you wrap your arms around the back of Jinyoung’s neck, getting as close as you can to his chest while rutting your core against his thigh. 

“Can I cum, master?” you groan, moving your lips to Jinyoung’s neck. 

As much as he hates to admit it, the mean dom is just as sensitive when you kiss his throat as anyone, and his fingers dig into your hips, helping you rut harder and faster against him.

“Hold it.”

You let out a whine and it earns you a rough spank on your ass, which just makes things more difficult, the pain molding with the pleasure and just about dragging you over the edge.

“Please, master?” you ask again, pressing sloppier kisses to his neck, your muscles straining from trying to hold back your orgasm. “Please?”

Jinyoung chuckles darkly, and then his hand is wrapping around your throat, tearing you from his neck. 

“Fine.” His dark eyes glare into yours. “You can cum for us.”

Your orgasm rips through you, your hips moving on their own accord to ride you through your high. 

Jinyoung flexes his thigh beneath you and you let out a mewl, gripping his shoulders tighter. Then he pushes his leg up, adding more pressure to your clit, which is throbbing with pleasure.

“Thank you master!” you belt out, remembering another one of Jinyoung’s rules that you’d almost forgotten: always say thank you. 

Jinyoung’s grip on your throat tightens and your eyes roll back into your head, so overcome by the wonderful feeling. 

Johnny moves around your body to get a better shot, capturing the way your tits are bouncing and Jinyoung’s hand around your throat. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth, betraying his concentration, and his eyes are fixed on his phone screen even though you’re right there in front of him in the act. 

The Chicago man kind of likes the way the cam room works, enjoys seeing the other men’s reactions, their praise, even if you can’t. 

Lucas99: holy shit

Heychannie: i wanna be called master

Doie: hey! You’re the reason she’s in this whole mess you asshole

Heychannie: what mess? She’s about to be RAILED

Joon has donated $1000

beommie has donated $1000

Bangme has donated $1000

Heychannie: what is this? Leader donation hour?

ValentineJae97: show some respect

ValentineJae97 has donated $1000

Heychannie: to who? Her or them?

Heychannie has donated $420

Lucas99 has donated $420

Hendery99 has donated $420

yutAH has donated $69

yutAH: :)

Jinyoung has laid you out on the bed, and Johnny watches with interest. While many of the other guys have gone nude on camera, Johnny is distinctly aware that Jinyoung has not. 

As far as Johnny can tell, Jinyoung is here purely for the domming, for getting you off on camera, as opposed to using you for his own pleasure as some other men have done. 

To each their own, Johnny thinks, but he enjoys the way Jinyoung prioritizes you, the same way he does.

“You’re prettiest when you’re choking on cock, kitten,” Jinyoung’s voice makes Johnny raise his eyes from the phone, meeting the gaze of the older, more sadistic dom in the room. “Fuck her face, and don’t be nice about it.”

Johnny chuckles, looking down at you. Jinyoung’s positioned you so you’re sideways on the bed, with your head near Johnny. You gaze up at him with big eyes, and then you’re moving closer to the edge, letting your head rest off the side. 

This is the perfect position for throat fucking, and Johnny can just imagine his cock disappearing into your stretched out neck, he bets he’ll be able to see himself in your throat if he goes deep enough-

“Look how fucking wet you are- Johnny, give me the camera,” Jinyoung instructs next, holding out a hand expectantly as he settles between your legs, using the other to loosen his tie. 

Johnny passes the phone over and Jinyoung brings it close to your pantie covered core, showing the cam room the wet spot there.

HeyChannie: fuck. Me.

yutAH: you can say that agin

Doie: holy fuck

yutAH has donated $69

Doie has donated $100

KittyTae: she looks delicious

yutAH: you have a thing for eating pussy huh taeyong?

Doie: he fucking loves it

HeyChannie: i guess you would know

HeyChannie: pussy

Doie: if you make me come over to your room-

HeyChannie: my cock is out asshole, come try me

yutAH: come to the 10th floor Doyoung, Jae and I are watching and eating popcorn

Doie: you are nOT

ValentineJae97: fuck yeah we are

Jinyoung frowns a little at the amount of NCT boys in the cam room, but then ‘TeamWang has donated $100’ pops up and he feels a little better that a few of his friends are watching. As much as it’s nice to prove a point to the NCT guys, Jinyoung likes proving to his own group that he’s your master. 

Jaebeom can whip out the toys and cat ears, and Mark can let you ride him while he plays video games, but Jinyoung’s your number one, and he’s going to fight tooth and claw to hold his position as your go to fuck buddy- well, besides Johnny, he guesses, but again, Jinyoung’s not trying to fight Johnny for the spot as main dom. 

Something tells him he’d lose, and Jinyoung’s not the type to set himself up for failure. 

While holding your phone with one hand, Jinyoung grabs at your panties, tearing them down your legs and shoving them into his back pocket. 

He must have at least ten pairs of your panties by now, but to be fair, he’s bought you twenty plus- so as far as he’s concerned, these are his now, even if he knows someone else probably gifted them to you.

Jinyoung hears a gurgling sound and looks up to see that Johnny hasn’t bothered to wait for him to start, his cock out and sliding into your mouth.

The view is beautiful; your naked body laid out on the bed, Johnny using your mouth while your legs are spread for Jinyoung to do whatever he wants with you- and he intends to.

The sadistic dom doesn’t even bother to wet his fingers, your core is dripping as it is, he simply slides two digits into you, curling up and searching for your gspot with zero hesitation. 

There’s a sound that escapes your mouth and makes Jinyoung look up with a grin, focusing the camera on his fingers, which come out of you glistening in wetness. 

“You like that, kitten?” he asks smoothly. “Choking on Johnny while I open you up with my fingers?” 

Another whining sound, and Johnny pull his cock from your lips, allowing a; “yes, master, I fucking love it-” to escape you.

“What did I tell you about swearing?” Jinyoung lands a harsh smack to your inner thigh and you whimper before Johnny plunges himself back into your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

Jinyoung smiles again, enjoying the way this is turning out. 

Without the camera on him, and with you very preoccupied, he doesn’t have to worry about his expressions and putting on a show. He can just be himself, savagely fingering you with digits that have made you cum countless times before.

But Jinyoung’s not content with simply making you cum, not when two other idols have made you squirt on cam. He can hear your pussy squelch with each thrust of his fingers, curling up to your gspot and massaging it, and by the way your hips are moving off the bed, he knows he’ll be making you cum quickly- but he needs both his hands.

“Johnny,” Jinyoung holds out the phone and the other man plucks it out of his grasp, no other direction needed.

At first, Johnny immediately brings the camera down to show off the way his cock is sliding deep into your throat. He’d been right about the way your throat takes him, and he can see the slight bulge every time he pushes into you. 

The way you’re laying on the bed makes it impossible for you to move, leaving the pace up to Johnny, and he’s revelling in it.

yutAH: Holy shit

HeyChannie: is that-

yutAH: his cock

yutAH: in her throat

yutAH: yeah

yutAH: um. Wow.

yutAH has donated $500

Doie: we should all thank Johnny for not having his dick on cam yet because the rest of us are going to look like shrimps in comparison

HeyChannie: speak for yourself

Doie: you’re like 5 foot 6 you fucking gremlin

HeyChannie: i will literally come fight you

ValentineJae97: are we sure there’s no way to kick them out of the cam room?

Johnny groans, wanting to laugh at the antics of his friends in the cam room, but also overcome by the way your cheeks are hollowing, suctioning around his shaft. You’ve always been so good at head, and this position- well, Johnny might just have found his new favourite thing.

His eyes shift down to your core, where Jinyoung has brought his thumb to your clit, and Johnny moves the camera up, capturing the scene just as you begin to gush onto the older man’s hand. 

Johnny’s made you squirt a number of times himself, but watching it happen- it’s like porn, but with you- and he can’t imagine a prettier sight.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, pulling out of your mouth and wrapping a fist around his cock, allowing your moans and whimpers to be released to the room for the cam to pick up better. 

He looks down at you and you lift your head,  make up completely ruined, drool and tears staining your cheeks-

“Colour?”

“Green- fuck, daddy-” you collapse back down, head lolling off the side of the bed, eyes shut, legs attempting to close around Jinyoung, but his large body keeps you spread. 

Johnny watches Jinyoung’s fingers disappear into your core at a brutal pace, his thumb rubbing your sloppy cunt and using your squirt as a lubricant-

“Messy girl,” Johnny groans, unable to take his eyes off of your core.

“Fuck her face, she squirts harder when you do.”

Jinyoung’s command is an easy one to follow, and you even open your mouth, an obedient little sub for them now. 

Johnny slides his cock past your lips, slipping a little too far and making you choke, throat constricting around him- he also sees the way your legs shake, pussy letting out another little spray of wetness that has him groaning and teetering on the edge way before he planned to.

Johnny knows there’s no way in hell Jinyoung is getting naked on cam, but he’ll be fucked if he doesn’t get to try out your sloppy pussy, get to feel your wet, warm walls wrapped around him-

Your hands push at Johnny’s thighs and he pulls out of your mouth, angling the camera down on your face. “Too much-” you whimper, attempting to sit up and push at Jinyoung next.

“Then say yellow,” Jinyoung prompts.

You shake your head, letting it fall down again, and Johnny knows your mouth is out of commission. 

“Jinyoung, I’m taking over,” Johnny says, his voice a lot lower than he intended it to be.

Dark eyes meet his own, and for a moment, there’s a challenge of power, then Jinyoung is relenting, pulling his fingers out of you. 

Johnny comes around the bed and passes the phone to the other man, who licks his fingers clean before taking it. “Fuck her stupid,” he says quietly enough that only Johnny will hear him as he moves past.

Johnny chuckles. There’s no need for an order like that, he fully intends to fuck you silly. 

The man from Chicago grabs your legs first, easily spinning you so you’re laying properly on the bed now- then he remembers you’re all on cam, and as much as he enjoys missionary and seeing your face- others probably want to as well.

He can fuck you in doggy now, and other more romantic positions later- and Jinyoung had told him to be mean, and the meanest position Johnny knows is doggy, because it lets him hit it deep. 

With his long cock, he already practically splits you open, and you always make noises like a fucking animal when Johnny’s hitting you from the back.

When the tall man grabs your legs and once again manhandles you, spinning you so your head is now at the foot of the bed, you’re not really sure what he’s doing, and you watch him with big eyes but remain quiet, too fucked from your orgasms to even speak. 

Johnny flips you onto your belly, getting behind you, and before you can even raise your hips for him, two large hands are taking hold of you, slipping under you and getting a firm grip of your waist so he can easily lift you until you’re ass up. 

Then a hand is pressing on your face, pushing you into the bed. 

“Face down,” Jinyoung says, and you let out a whimper, enjoying the way they both are man handling you and showing off their power. 

Johnny doesn’t even give you prep, he simply slides into you. 

Your pussy is still drenched from Jinyoung making you squirt, which means Johnny is able to fully sheath himself in your core with one thrust. 

“Fuck!” Johnny groans, gripping your waist tightly, hips flush against your ass. He stays still for a moment, and the walls of your pussy flutter around him, trying to get used to his size.

Jinyoung’s hand moves a little so he can slip two fingers into your mouth. “Suck on these while he makes you cum, and be a good toy for Johnny.” 

You whimper, beginning to suck diligently on Jinyoung's digits while Johnny’s hips start to find a pace. 

The tall man’s fingers dig into your skin, and you hope there will be bruises later from it, in fact, you hope that tomorrow you won’t even be able to walk. 

Maybe Jinyoung and Johnny will both stick around with you tonight and in the morning you can all have some fun in the jacuzzi in the bathroom - Johnny and you have enjoyed it together when he’s taken you to this hotel before and there’s enough room for three - but your thoughts quickly dissipate as Johnny’s thrusts get even harder.

Whimpers escape your lips even as you suck on Jinyoung’s fingers, and Johnny’s cock is hitting deep spots inside of you that have your toes curling. 

“How many more times should we make her cum?” Jinyoung asks, slipping his fingers from your mouth.

A hand immediately grabs at your hair, and Johnny hauls you up so you’re on your knees in front of him, back to his chest as he angles his hips up into you, his lips teasing the shell of your ear. “I don’t know, our little cock slut generally takes anything we decide to give her.”

When Johnny calls you cock slut, there’s a fondness in his tone, even under the harshness of the words, and you can’t help but moan, reaching behind you to grab at his hair and pull his lips to your neck. He allows you to do this, and his tongue tastes your skin, making you shiver as he moves down to your shoulder, where his teeth tease your flesh.

Jinyoung hums, and then he’s moving towards the table that hosts all the toys. 

“Excited for more, gorgeous?” Johnny chuckles against your skin. “You're squeezing me so good just watching him pick out a toy, huh?”

You groan, tossing your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and closing your eyes. You trust Jinyoung will choose something fun- well, fun for them anyways, but no matter how grueling scenes with Jinyoung are, you always come out of it pleased. 

Two fingers are shoved into your mouth and your eyes open, head lifting up so you can take in your surroundings again. Johnny’s the one with his digits between your lips, and a moment later he removes them, bringing them between your legs to your clit. 

Jinyoung, meanwhile, approaches the bed again, holding a sleek, wireless, black wand vibrator in his hand. 

“This is for you, kitten,” he holds it out, “and if you take this off your clit, you’ll receive a punishment.”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, taking the vibrator from him and turning it on.

“Highest setting,” Jinyoung tells you, voice low. 

You nod again, biting your bottom lip as you turn the vibrator higher, the black rubber head moving incredibly fast now. 

Johnny’s fingers are on your clit, and your saliva has made it more than easy for him to gently rub you, getting your body ready for the new toy, which you bring down to your core.

Johnny moves his hand, grabbing your waist instead and angling his hips a little differently. He’s going slower now, but his thrusts are rough, each one sending the sound of skin on skin through the otherwise quiet room. 

When you press the vibrator to your clit, you can’t help but let out a moan, pushing back against Johnny’s strong chest. He holds you steady, kissing your neck and sucking on the skin there, which sends more pleasure coursing through you. 

“Can I cum master?” you ask, giving your best begging face to Jinyoung, whose eyes assess your entire body, settling on the space between your legs.

“Only when Johnny does,” Jinyoung’s command is final, not something to argue with, and your pussy flutters around Johnny’s thick cock at the idea of holding out.

“You’ll cum for me, right, daddy?” You ask, resting your head back against Johnny’s shoulder and pressing kisses to the underside of his jaw. “Please?”

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, fingers digging into your waist, “only because you asked so nicely.”

It’s a lie, of course. 

Johnny’s been on the edge for a while, pulling out all the stops to hold himself back from cumming inside of you, but your words make it nearly impossible to continue this charade. Your pussy is his kryptonite, and Johnny is one good dirty talk away from exploding inside of you.

“Cum, cum, cum-” you chant, and Johnny can’t help himself, his lips finding your neck, suckling on your sweet spot. His tongue tastes your skin and he cums hard, rutting into you and groaning lowly, which sets off your own release, muscles snapping with your release after trying to hold your orgasm off for too long.

Your hand reaches back, grabbing at Johnny’s pretty hair and tugging, sending pain coursing through his body, which only makes things better for him. 

He thrusts into you roughly, riding you both through intense highs that make you both breathless, gasping in the quiet of the room and clutching at each other desperately.

“Oh my god- Johnny!” you scream, still not removing the vibrator from your clit, and Johnny’s rough thrusts set off a second orgasm inside of you. 

You’re not sure when one begins and one ends, only that your body is completely overcome by pleasure, your legs shaking as they hold you up, and Johnny’s grip on your waist keeps you exactly where he wants you.

Your lover from Chicago finally comes to a rest, his hands pulling you back against his chest, his lips continuing to suck love bites on your neck, and the two of you simply breathe in unison, coming down from your highs together.

A hand comes to push at the vibrator on your clit, moving it away, and your eyes open to see Jinyoung, who’s watching you carefully. 

“Enough of that,” he tells you, “this is punishment enough for today, but tomorrow you’ll have me to deal with.”

“Bring it on, master,” you smile, feeling hazy as Johnny wraps his arms around you, pressing his warm body to yours as he scatters kisses across your throat.

Jinyoung doesn’t look too impressed with your answer, but he doesn’t challenge you on it, simply watching as Johnny falls to his side, pulling you with him to collapse sideways onto the bed, a giggle leaving your lips.

“Say goodbye to your fans, baby,” Johnny whispers in your ear, his teeth nipping your lobe and making you laugh more, enjoying his warmth and the way he fits perfectly behind you.

“Goodnight everyone,” you grin up at the camera, watching as Jinyoung touches the phone screen and then pockets it.

“Did you two have fun?” he asks.

“Yeth,” you say, unable to help yourself as the baby talk comes out, your words semi slurred due to your intense orgasms.

Jinyoung reaches out and pinches your chin. “Come shower, kitten.” 

By shower, you know he means fuck, and you don’t mind the idea of Jinyoung washing you off and giving you some good aftercare while burying his cock in your pussy- in fact, the idea sounds marvellous.

“You won’t go anywhere, right?” you ask, reaching behind yourself for Johnny, who lets out a chuckle.

“Baby, I paid for the room, I’m staying till check out tomorrow at twelve. You’re stuck with me until then.”

You smile, enjoying the way Johnny always sticks around for you- and then you allow Jinyoung to grab your hand and pull you from the bed, leading you towards the bathroom.

You’re not sure what you ever did to be blessed enough to have found not one, not two, but multiple men who are willing to dote on you in this way. 

When Jinyoung pulls you into the shower, cradling you close and inspecting the dark marks Johnny had left on your skin, you know you’re where you belong. Not in Jinyoung’s arms, per se, but in this moment, enwrapped in a fleeting glimpse of a love that just might be attainable.

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5-way ticket

Johnny Suh, Lee Taeyong, Mark Lee & Nakamoto Yuta x Male Reader

cw: idol au; tops johnny, taeyong, mark and yuta; unprotected sex, breeding, facial, dumbification, musk kink, degradation, praising, feminization.

an: lowkey think this is a mess, writing 3+ -somes is so hard so ntm. also this is the only fivesome you would see in this account.

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today it's the day where yn finally would see his favorite group, nct 127, at concert. he also won a vip ticket so he can go and meet them backstage.

yn went greeting each member and talking to them one by one but he felt something different when he talked to johnny, yuta, taeyong and mark… their stares were like those of a hunter looking for a prey…

it was time to say goodbye when mark suddenly whispered in a sexy low voice “see you here after the concert” his breath tickling yn's neck.

“fuckk!! i knew he was good for this” moaned johnny impaling his huge dick inside yn's hole.

“damn he really is” mark said while mouthfucking the fanboy.

yn felt like he was in paradise, having 4 cocks just for him; one in his mouth, other in his ass and the other two on each hand. their musk was like a drug for yn, it made him more eager to just be used by the four all the time they want.

they idols decide to rotate every once in a while, johnny would now put his cock in yn's right hand while yuta would now fuck his mouth, mark moves to the left hand and taeyong rims his ass to fuck him minutes later.

they rotate again, mark didn't waste time and put all his dick in at once “how are you still so tight after taking two dicks already” he started to jerk off yn while thrusting harshly.

“open up for me whore” yuta taps yn's thighs and the fanboy obeys, he clenches his hole into nothing as if it's asking impatiently for yuta's cock. he rubs the tip against the abused hole, yn whimpered impatiently with taeyong's dick stuffing his mouth.

minutes passed and the idols still were at it, yn was regretting it now they had a lot of stamina. being double penetrated back to back by every member has left his hole gaping and dripping a mix of fluids. every cock managed to brush his prostate making him seeing stars for how good he was being fucked. “i'm about to cum” yuta said introducing his cock quickly inside yn's ass and came inside he kept thrusting to ride his high. “move let me churn it and add some more” mark winked at yuta and fucked yn until he came inside. next it's the turn for taeyong and johnny while taeyong fucked the ass, johnny fucked the mouth. “you did so well prince” johnny praised while slapping his cheek lightly, “yeah… thank you for letting us use your boy-pussy” taeyong added emptying his balls inside, every throb of his cock making yn squirm in pleasure. “shit” johnny pulled his cock out quickly, leaving it resting on yn's face spurting ropes of thick cum on his face.

the other day yn woke up in a hotel room, the pain on his lower back killing him but it was worth it, not all days you get to be fucked by a member of your favorite group “hell, i was lucky i got four of them inside me”, he stood up from the bed ready to go to the shower when he found a little card with a number on the nightstand next to him “call us whenever you want to have a really fun time”.

[keehomania]

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.”

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.

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.

“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.

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.

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 never came, unfortunately, as the exhaustion had a way of overpowering the two of you.

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.

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a/n: this was so unserious lol i love nevertheless

[koos-euphoria]

Can I get a NCT Johnny Drabble where the reader is usually tough and dominant in everyday life but is super subby with Johnny in bed? And sort of how he’d react to that?

johnny/reader | smut | 18+ | drabble

wordcount: 172

warnings: hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected sex.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ | ɴᴄᴛ ᴍ.ʟɪsᴛ

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Johnny runs a hand along your back until he reaches your hair, where he tugs to pull you flush against his chest, as he then leaves kisses down your neck. You whine pathetically gripping his forearm tightly as you feel his cock hit a spot inside you that has your mind reeling. “Look at you, so needy for my cock, who would of thought you’d be such a sub” Johnny whispers teasingly in your ear. You slightly pout and you let out a string of pleases, for what? That you didn’t know. He laughs lowly releasing his grip on your hair to run the same hand down your stomach until he reaches your soaked cunt. Feeling his cock exit and enter your tight hole. “I thought you’d be a Dom, but honestly I love how I’m the only one your like this for” Johnny admits as he runs his fingers up to your clit, rubbing slow circles to bring you to the edge but not over making you whine in frustration. “Beg”

[sweeeetsuh]

wasted

“Johnny!”

You let out a squeal as Johnny’s fingers dug into your sides. He loved toying with you when you were wasted, and when you were wasted you were silly and especially affectionate. This was one of those nights.

“What is it, baby?” he taunted, smile never leaving his mouth as your giggles only increased in volume and tenacity and his hands only went crazier. “You ticklish?”

“Ye-es!” you howled. He worked you into a tizzy with every touch. “You’re so cute when you’re drunk,” he cooed, stilling his fingers so as to press his forehead against yours without the added resistance of your thrashing. “Yeah? Am I your cute little baby?” You singsonged.

“All mine.”

You loved it when he claimed ownership. “Yeah, I’m your baby,” you sang, head swimming. It was hard to focus on anything, but for him, it was easy.

“When I’m not drunk you should totally rail me over a counter or something, babe.” He raised his eyebrows. “Yeah? You’d like being fucked stupid in the middle of baking cupcakes or some shit like that?”

You only giggled, biting down on your thumb. “For sure. If it’s you, you can fuck me anytime, anywhere.” He growled mischievously, taking hold of your wrists in a clear show of dominance. “Might just take you up on that offer, honey.”

“C’mon,” you encouraged. “Fuck me right now.” The icing on top of this request, you hoped, was a bite to your bottom lip and a dark look focused intently on him.

He let out a low rumble. His eyes screwed up as he smiled brightly, clearly ruminating over the idea in his head. “I can’t do that, angel. You’re too drunk. I’ll be happy to once you’ve slept it off.”

“Aw, come on~” you whined. “Please, daddy? I don’t mind. I wanna be stuffed full of your cock,” you whispered the last part, craning your neck up to be close to his ear. The proximity and vulgarity of your request perhaps shaking something within him, you felt the grip of one of his hands on your wrist loosen, and it snaked down until it was clamped around your neck.

“Daddy says no, right now. He promises to fuck your brains out once you aren’t drunk.” He punctuated his final decision with gentle smack to your cheek. “Is that clear, honey?”

Accepting this not-so-bad defeat, you grinned stupidly up at him. “Uh-huh, sir.”

[haiitanis]

Ignition | Johnny Seo

❧ summary: “In that moment, you stopped thinking, sliding into the front seat of a stranger’s car. “Drive!” you yelled, slamming the door behind you and fumbling with the seatbelt as his foot found the gas pedal.” | Street Racer!AU | Johnny Seo x Reader

❧ word count: 2.7k

❧ rating/warnings: m (language, smut) 

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In the three weeks since you’d met Johnny, you’d spent almost every free moment talking to him. The first time he’d called you, you were so surprised you almost didn’t answer, but you quickly picked up before the call could go to voicemail. You’d talked well into the wee hours, something you paid for the next day at your 9 A.M. lecture, but the lack of sleep had been well worth it.  

Amber had watched you as you got ready the next morning in a daze, eyebrows raised slightly as you downed your third cup of coffee before heading to the door. You even grabbed another coffee at the campus cafe before heading into your class, but even all the caffeine in your system hadn’t been enough to pull you back from the less than two hours of sleep you’d gotten. Thank god your friend Irene was in the class and had let you borrow her notes so you didn’t miss anything important while you’d been dozing in the back.

Ever since then, phone calls with Johnny had become an almost integral part of your nights, even if the two of you just sat in relative silence while you studied and Johnny did his own thing, occasionally stopping to chat about whatever came to mind.

And although you hadn’t seen him since the night you met, you knew you were starting to catch feelings for him. Johnny was the perfect recipe for a crush; funny and sweet, but enough of a bad boy to keep things interesting, and not to mention gorgeous. Talking to him all the time wasn’t helping either; whenever it was getting late at night and his voice would drop an octave, growing slightly rough as he got sleepy, well, you just found yourself falling for him even more.

That night, you lay sprawled across your comforter, headphones in your ears as you chatted with Johnny about your days. You hadn’t done much, just went to class then worked your shift at the campus coffee shop, and Johnny was telling you about the work he’d done on his car. Honestly, you didn’t understand most of what he was saying, something about a carburetor he’d replaced, but you honestly just liked listening to him talk, especially about things he was passionate about.

As you’d gotten to know him, you’d found out that Johnny’s “day job” was working as a mechanic. His knowledge of cars hadn’t stemmed from racing, rather the other way around. Johnny told you that he’d spent his childhood in a garage surrounded by American muscle cars, spending most of his youth learning all of their inner workings, and as he got older, he branched out to other cars. Finally, when he was old enough to drive, he was taken under the wing of one of the drivers that came to the garage regularly for repairs. That was when he’d found his love for racing as well.

Johnny had also told you that he learned to drive on a drift track, that it had taken years of practice before his mentor even considered allowing him into the races. He’d entered his first race at 19, and now, almost five years later, he hadn’t looked back once.

You’d somewhat zoned out, focused on the cadence of Johnny’s voice, and it took you a moment to realize that he’d trailed off and was waiting for you to respond. “Wait, could you say that again?” you asked and Johnny just laughed. “I asked if you wanted to come downtown tonight, I’ll swing by and pick you up around 9 if you do,” he said, sounding vaguely amused. Johnny knew full well you had no clue what he was talking about when he started talking about engines and fuel injectors, but you’d told him from the start that you just enjoyed hearing him talk about his passions.

He’d asked the last two Fridays since you’d met as well, but somehow you’d resisted giving in to the temptation to be there when he raced. But you’d made up your mind a few days prior, telling yourself that if Johnny asked you to come this week, you’d finally say yes.

You held your breath for a second before you finally let the words roll off your tongue. “Okay. See you at 9?” you replied, already able to feel your heart starting to hammer in your chest.

Johnny’s excitement was audible when he next spoke. “See you then, princess.”

~

The remaining hours until 9 passed in a blur. Amber had nearly passed out in shock when you told her you were coming to the races tonight before she was tackling you in a hug, hollering with excitement. You’d laughed along with your roommate, a bundle of excitement and nerves, before heading into your room to get ready.

Amber had left earlier, around 8, offering to let you ride over with her and Hani, but you declined, telling her that Johnny was picking you up. And sure enough, just as 9 o’clock rolled around, you heard the telltale growl of an engine that signaled his arrival.

You grabbed your jacket off the end of your bed and hurried to the door, your heart nearly ready to beat out of your chest. And when you threw the door open, you were met with the sight of Johnny standing on your front step, hand raised like he was about to knock.

He let his hand drop from the air to your waist, pulling you towards him and against his chest to hug you. “Hey, you ready?” Johnny asked as his arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight for a long moment before letting go and taking a step back so you could close and lock the door.

“Ready,” you murmured in reply, surprised when Johnny’s hand found yours and he tangled your fingers together before taking off down to the street where his black coupe was waiting at the curb. He opened the door for you, waiting until you were settled in the front before closing the door and jogging around the front, sliding into the driver’s seat beside you and starting the engine, offering you a rakish grin before his foot found the gas pedal.

It was strange how the last time you had been in Johnny’s car, the roar of the engine had been anxiety-inducing. Now, you found it almost comforting as he wove smoothly through traffic towards downtown, occasionally turning to look at you and shoot you a smile.

As you drew closer to the central part of the city, Johnny slowed the car down and rolled down the windows. You were almost surprised that you could hear the rumble of other car engines over the sound of Johnny’s that already surrounded you, and the more he slowed down, the better you could hear.

It sounded like rolling thunder, growing louder and louder with each turn Johnny made until he turned into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse where hundreds of people had already gathered. The crowd parted like the red sea for him, cheering and hollering when they realized who was behind the wheel.

Johnny finally stopped the car next to a familiar car, Hani’s Challenger, waving at her and Amber. You could see the shock written clearly on Hani’s face when she recognized you in the passenger seat, but she quickly shook it off and replaced her surprised expression with a brilliant smile, jogging over to hug you once you’d gotten out of Johnny’s car.

“You finally came!” she hollered, looping her arms around your neck and practically crushing you into a hug.

You couldn’t help but laugh when she finally let go of you, agreeing as Johnny came around the back of his car with Amber walking beside him, reaching out to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you gently against his side.

“I couldn’t believe _____ said yes tonight when I asked her, I was starting to think she didn’t like me,” he joked to Hani, casting you a half-smile when she laughed.

Hani nudged Amber, still laughing. “No one’s more surprised than us, Amber’s been trying to wear her down for almost four years!”

Amber had just opened her mouth to add on when someone interrupted, yelling Johnny’s name as he skidded to a halt beside your small group.

“_____, this is Yuta,” Johnny introduced the guy to you, but he barely acknowledged you aside from a quick nod in your direction.

“Are you racing tonight, man? It’s a three grand buy-in, winner takes the pot,” Yuta directed the question to Johnny, but you noticed that he also shot a glance in Hani’s direction as he spoke.

Johnny just nodded at Yuta before turning to you. “Stay here? I’ll be right back,” he told you, squeezing your arm lightly.

It was your turn to nod and you watched as Johnny followed the other man into the crowd before turning back to your friends.

“This is insane,” you uttered the words that had been on your mind since you left your house.

Amber and Hani just laughed. “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” was all your roommate replied before they were pulling you over to Hani’s car where a small group had gathered to admire it.

In the next ten minutes, you realized that you truly knew absolutely nothing about cars. Hani and Amber were talking to a few people about the Challenger and as far as you were concerned, they may as well have been speaking a completely foreign language. You tried to follow the conversation as much as possible––something about an intake manifold?––but you were more lost than you cared to admit.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when someone’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, but relaxed when you heard Johnny’s familiar voice in your ear. “Come with me for a minute?” he murmured, just loud enough for you to hear over the crowds of people surrounding you.

When you nodded, leaning over to tell Amber you’d be back in a few, Johnny laced his fingers through yours, tugging you through the crowd and to a quieter spot, a bit away from everyone else. “Are you enjoying yourself so far?” he asked, the hand not tangled in yours reaching out to push a few stray strands of hair back from your face.

You nodded. “I’m really not sure what everyone’s talking about, but I’m having a good time,” you told him, watching as a bright smile bloomed across his lips.

“I’m glad,” was all he replied, gazing at you for a moment longer before turning to glance over the crowded parking lot. It was quiet between you for a few moments and despite the surrounding din of voices and engines, it felt like you were the only two there.

Johnny was the one to break the silence. “I think I’m gonna need a good luck charm tonight,” he murmured, his gaze turning back to you before he continued. “Wait for me at the finish line?”

You hesitated for a moment before responding. “You’ve never needed a good luck charm before,” was all you said, and Johnny grinned.

“Can’t hurt, right?”

That was how you found yourself waiting at the front of the finish line crowd between Amber and Hani. As the roar of engines grew closer, you could feel your chest constrict, praying that Johnny’s sleek, black coupe would be the first car you’d see come around the final corner and into the home stretch.

You could see the lights growing closer, the thunderous sound of several very fast cars growing almost deafening if not for your pulse thundering in your ears. And when Johnny’s car was the first one to slide around the corner, accelerating towards the finish and towards you with room to spare between him and the next racer, you couldn’t hold back the whoop of excitement that escaped your lips.

Amber just laughed when she heard you, her and Hani adding their own voices to the cacophony of cheers as Johnny crossed the finish line first, the acrid smell of burning rubber filling your senses as he came to a sudden stop at the edge of the crowd, which started to surge towards him. Hani pushed you in his direction, practically shoving you the whole way to his car as you watched him step out of the driver’s seat to cheers.

But he didn’t look at any of the people surrounding him, his gaze scanning over the crowd until he found you. Johnny broke away from the crowd, meeting you halfway to his car.

“Hi,” was all you managed to get out before his hands were cupping your cheeks and he was tilting your face upwards, his lips crashing down on yours.

You heard the ripple of shock pass over the crowd that still surrounded you both, and Amber’s words from a few days prior swam into your mind through the haze of shock and downright giddiness as Johnny kissed you.

“Be careful with him, _____. I don’t want to see you get your heart broken,” she’d warned you when she caught you smiling at your phone for about the fifteenth time since the two of you had settled in to watch a movie.

You had been confused then, asking her to elaborate, and Amber had just sighed. “All Johnny Seo cares about is the race. He’s the best one on the streets and girls throw themselves at him constantly, but I’ve never seen him do more than barely acknowledge any of them. I just don’t want you to get your hopes up and fall for him, because the only thing he’s ever loved is his car.”

Johnny was the one to break the kiss. “Hi,” he breathed back, his large hands still cradling your face.

“Guess you didn’t need a good luck charm after all,” you joked, still slightly out of breath from him kissing you.

He grinned, letting his hands drop from your cheeks and looping one arm around your waist as he guided you into the still cheering crowd towards his car. “Let’s get out of here before the cops show up,” he murmured to you before his attention was drawn back to the guy you’d met earlier, Yuta, who was leaned against the passenger side of Johnny’s car holding a thick manila envelope, which he handed to Johnny.

“Didn’t realize you had a girl now. Here are your winnings,” was all Yuta said, offering you both a brilliant smile before he was melting into the crowd.

Johnny shook his head, a slight smile curving his lips upwards as he opened your door for you, closing it once you were in the car and walking around the front of the car. As you watched, people slapped him on the back, still hollering congratulations in his direction, then Johnny was sliding into the driver seat beside you, the roar of the engine filling the car when he turned the key and the crowd parting to let him through.

“So is that what I am now? Your girl?” you asked, referring back to Yuta’s parting words as you turned slightly towards Johnny.

He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road. “If you want to be,” was all he said, his hand drifting off the gear shift and onto your thigh.

Johnny slowed down as he approached a stoplight, turning to look at you with his fingers still skimming your thigh. You twisted in your seat, leaning across the center console and connecting your lips, feeling when Johnny’s hand left the wheel and tangled into your hair, deepening the kiss for a heartbeat before breaking it when the light turned green.

“Come home with me tonight?” he asked, keeping one hand on your thigh and one hand on the wheel.

You almost surprised yourself when you said yes, your heart thrumming in your chest as Johnny guided his car down the empty city streets.

[allaboutthedongs]

‘Ay-Yo’ #JOHNNY

〖Ay-Yo - The 4th Album Repackage〗

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[fruitysung]

[2:09 pm] you gasped lightly when you looked through the crack in your roommate johnny’s door. he was slowly pumping his thick cock with a fleshlight.

but what shocked you more was that,

he was moaning your name.

you felt yourself dripping at the sight, and at the low sounds of his groans and growls. you accidentally opened the door further, alerting johnny of your presence.

“oh my god! I’m-I-” he scrambled for an answer while quickly covering himself up.

“shh.” you whispered, grabbing a chair and sitting in front of him. “you can continue now..” you smirked, slowly undressing yourself and sitting down.

a/n - finally a timestamp request smh

request - “could you do a timestamp blurb (2:09 pm) of walking in on johnny masturbating with a fleshlight to you?”

of course you can, sweetie. thank you!

-fruity