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smileysuh · 4 years ago

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Set Up : Frat!Johnny

🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Johnny is never rude to anyone. which is why your four frat friends, Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark and Haechan think it’s so odd that you clash heads with the six foot Chicago native. Lucas has a secret, your friends try to play match maker, and you get sabotaged on multiple occasions, but it’s just another week at the frat.

cw/ tw. frat nct, lots of shenanigans in the frat, the boys act as match makers with powerpoints, jokes about Mark having a mommy/daddy kink... MEAN Johnny, Dom!Johnny, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hand cuffs, sex without a condom (wrap it when you tap it), big boy Johnny, man handling, pet names, im not going to lie this was completely self indulgent fic- English major Johnny- mentions of Jane Austen as a date idea, Himbo Light Tower, etc...

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 14.4k

🍭 aus. frat, enemies to lovers, slow burn, crack, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. find the rest of my frat universe here

The music feels amazing - or maybe it’s the shot you’d taken when you’d arrived at the frat - either way, the next best thing to make your night exciting would naturally be: a boy.

You don’t have to wait long.

Hands find your waist, and when you look down, you let out a giggle.

It’s Halloween, and from the gloved mitts, striped orange and black, you think the guy behind you must be a… tiger?

You hope to god he’s not a furry.

You’re feeling bold. It’s the first time you’ve come out to the frat.

You’ve somehow become acquainted with a group of its members in a first year philosophy course. Mark, Haechan, Taeyong, and Doyoung, well, Haechan specifically, decided in first class that you would be their new best friend, and had continued to sit next to you every day until he made it a reality.

They’re nice guys, it feels good to have friends with frat guys who aren’t douchebags, you’ve met quite a few. There are some asshole frat boys, but you try not to think about that as you turn in your mystery man’s arms-

And come face to face with the biggest asshole frat boy of them all.

Well, that’s debatable, but to you, it’s a fact. Not that you have much experience with frat boys other than your small group of friends.

You’d met Johnny Suh on your first day of classes. He’d been in your introduction walk around group and his charismatic loudness had charmed many people… you were not one of them.

Johnny, meanwhile, couldn’t wrap his head around how big the stick up your ass must be for you to not appreciate him and his jokes.

In fact, he’d kind of taken it personally, and it has affected any friendship the two of you may have been able to start on that first day.

You see each other around campus, you even have a class together (where Johnny continues to be obnoxious), but this is the first time you’ve been face to face with him in ages.

You can tell from his expression, the way his brows pull together even under the stupid tiger hat, that the rambunctious frat man recognizes you too.

“Oh,” is all he has to say to you.

You mirror his frown, pulling away from the paws on your hips

“Are you a tiger?” you ask. “Who comes to a halloween party as a tiger?”

Johnny lets out an exasperated puff before rolling his eyes. “I’m Tony the Tiger. You know, the cereal? And what are you supposed to be?”

He takes in your halloween costume, eyes raking your form with a judgemental stiffening of his upper lip.

“For your information,” you glare up at him, “I’m one of the three blind mice.”

You pull your glasses out, the old specticals to go with the cane and tophat you’d also ditched earlier... and realize maybe this is super lame.

Maybe.

Haechan had come up with the outfit, not you, and apparently no one other than Taeil was whipped enough for Haechan to dress in a friendship costume for Halloween.

So here you are as the third blind mouse with neither of the others in sight.

Johnny cocks his head, “you’re friends with Haechan huh?”

“Are you?” you ask in shock.

Johnny laughs. “Sweetheart, you’re in my frat house.”

You’d gotten frat vibes from Johnny, but never stopped to consider he’d be in Haechan’s frat.

You open your mouth to say something snarky when your best soft boy friend, Mark, makes a sudden appearance up on your right, making both you and Johnny look at him.

“Mom, Dad, I don’t feel so good.” the red faced Canadian groans just as Haechan arrives like a babysitter that’s always three steps behind his charge.

“Mark, you’re so funny!” Haechan bellows, obviously tipsy, but also obviously trying to cover something up.

Trying to cover up Mark, who has reached out to play with Johnny’s tiger tail.

Mark is shit faced.

“Mark, let's get you some water,” you sigh, brushing over the fact that he’d just called you and Johnny mom and dad. You can make fun of him for that later, but right now, you need to get this child to safety.

“No, let’s party, he can deal with himself!” the maknae pouts, grabbing at you, “and where is the rest of your costume!?”

“Haechan, let me take care of Mark,” you say to the man who has forcibly made himself one of your best friends in the past few months. You look at Johnny as you direct Mark towards the bathrooms, making sure to lace your words with venom, “I was tired of this party anyways.”

Mark stops puking at around 2 am.

Although other frat boys have popped in and out of his room and the bathroom to check on the both of you, you’re the only one who’s been consistently with the resident music theory major.

Taeyong stuck around for a while, even gave you a new set of comfy clothes once it became clear that you’d be playing nurse for the long haul.

It’s now around 7 am and Mark is passed out in his bed.

His roommate, Yuta, had shown up in the room at around 3, taken one look at Mark moaning in pain, tangled in a dark duvet, with a puke bucket on the floor, and you sitting there, and the elder man had offered you his bed to get some much deserved shut eye.

Yuta is asleep with Mark now, and they actually look kind of cute: the elder of the two is the bigger spoon, and Mark is drooling on Yuta’s arm, which has become his pillow.

You’ve heard about Yuta with some frequency, but this is the first time you’re really meeting him.

A sleepy Japanese prince is not what you expected from tales of a mischievous flirt with anime character hair… which, you have to admit, is perfect even while he sleeps.

You sit up quietly, looking around the room for your few things.

Sleeping over had never been part of the plan, but Mark had needed you.

Now, you just want to get home and rest in your own bed, with sheets that don’t smell dualistically pleasantly and disgustingly like axe body spray and layers upon layers of cologne.

You wonder, momentarily, when the last time this bed was washed, and a shiver runs from the top of your head to the tips of your toes.

The frat is quiet as you escape Mark’s room and move down to the main floor. You figure you’ll grab a glass of water before you leave, just to feel a little cleaner.

You don’t even consider anyone else being awake, which is how you nearly bump into Johnny Suh for the second time in under twenty four hours.

“Jesus fu-” He stops himself, as he readjusts the cup of coffee in his hands that you’d nearly knocked to the floor. Then his eyes look at you. “What are you still doing here?”

What a wonderful thing to wake up to, you think.

You cross your arms over your chest and open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Johnny says, “Are you wearing Taeyong’s clothes?”

“What’s it to you?” you challenge him, narrowing your eyes. You know what he’s insinuating, but it’s none of his business, and besides, he has the wrong idea.

Johnny sips his coffee, still looking down at you. Neither of you have really moved from your near collision, and this close to the wall of a man you’d nearly run into, you’re starting to become aware of how large Johnny is, he truly invades your space, a cocky smile on his lips all the while.

“Just not used to seeing Taeyong’s fuck toys walking around the next morning.” Johnny answers smoothly. “He must not have tried too hard with you.”

You’re shocked by his words, jaw dropping at the fact he’d actually gone there-

“For your information,” you say firmly, “I’m not one of Taeyong’s fuck toys. He’s one of my friends, and I stayed over all night taking care of Mark, which is something that maybe you should have been doing after he called you dad.”

“Mama was working on it though, weren’t you, sweetheart.” he winks as he walks past you, not saying another word, and you look after him, gobsmacked, with your heart racing.

“I still feel bad about it though,” Mark frowns after apologizing for the seventh time since you all sat down for your Monday morning lecture.

“Mark, it’s fine,” you assure him, “if anyone should apologize, it’s Johnny.”

“Really? For what?” Haechan laughs, leaning in, visibly more interested in the conversation at the mention of his favourite six foot frat brother.

“I bumped into him in the kitchen when I left,” you explain. “And after seeing me in Taeyong’s shirt, that he’d given me while i was taking care of Mark, Johnny pretty much said i was one of Taeyongs ‘fuck toys’.”

The gentle man who’d done the crime of lending you a hoodie and sweats has ears that turn red at your words, and he immediately starts to sputter out excuses, “I’m really not a player-”

“Liar.” Doyoung shoves his friend with a laugh, “Taeyong’s a slime ball.”

“Am not!” Taeyong pushes Doyoung back with a smile.

“Do I have to sit between the two of you again?” you sigh, only half joking.

The fourth class of term you’d actually had to separate them because they’d started fighting over what movie they were going to watch that night, and things had started to get physical.

“And Taeyong,” you touch his forearm, “you can fuck whoever you want, I don’t care, it was just rude of Johnny to say.”

“That’s not like Johnny to be rude though,” Mark yawns, stretching his arms up and over his head before crossing them over his chest, a thoughtful look forming on his boyish features.

“Are you sure it was Johnny and not Jaehyun?” Haechan asks. “That sounds like something Jaehyun would say to fluster a girl.”

“It was definitely Johnny, but remind me never to talk to Jaehyun if that’s his tactic for ‘flustering’ women,” you laugh.

“Y/N, why are you single?” Taeyong asks.

It’s something that feels sudden to you, but it’s a question that’s been on his mind since he met you months ago.

You shrug, taking a moment before responding with, “I just haven’t found the right guy, i guess. Who knows?”

“We know guys,” Mark offers.

“You know frat guys,” you correct him.

“Hey, frat guys are nice too,” Haechan pouts, resting his head on your shoulder to remind you that he’s your baby whilst still being a frat guy.

“We could set you up with someone,” Taeyong insists, “we know lots of nice guys.”

“Like Kun,” Doyoung throws out a name.

“Or Winwin,” Haechan suggests.

“What kind of guy are you even into?” Mark is fully turned to look at you now, determined to set you up with a guy in penance for making you be his nurse at the party.

You open your mouth to respond, but that’s when the professor shows up to start the lecture.

“We’ll talk about this later,” you promise, with no clue that, for the next hour, all four of your companions will be making detailed lists about who they think they should introduce you to.

You’re not sure how you end up in Taeyong’s room, a glass of wine in your hands, with Haechan presenting a (shockingly) semi well put together powerpoint on which of his frat brothers you should date.

Haechan is the first presenter, and he seems to feel that you should date, shockingly, him.

But ‘if you don’t want his awesomeness and can’t give up your friendship’ (he said begrudgingly), he supposes “YangYang and Hendery are pretty cool, too.”

This immediately disqualifies him as having any sway in your choice, according to Doyoung, who states: “YangYang and Hendery are children, I thought we wanted to set her up on a date, not to go baby sitting.”

“Hendery is literally older than me,” Haechan deadpans.

“Exactly, disqualified,” Doyoung announces. “Taeyong. you go next.”

“I wanna go next,” Mark whines, earning some bickering that results in Taeyong giving in to the younger man.

Mark’s powerpoint isn’t as chaotic as Haechan’s was, in fact, it’s actually kind of okay.

Mark suggests Yuta as a potential date and cites “anime” and Japan being “the shit’ as reasons to go out with Yuta. He shows not one, not two, not three, but six different pictures of Yuta’s hair in an attempt to sway you.

His second potential boyfriend for you, is Johnny, and Mark holds his hands up in defence immediately when you gawk at him.

“Okay, hear me out on this. You two started on the wrong foot but he’s a nice guy-”

“Mark, I’m not dating Johnny to fulfil the weird Mommy and Daddy fetish you have for us,” you say as you sip your wine, giggling with the others at your own directness.

Mark blushes in response. “Oh my Jesus-” he groans, “I don’t have a mommy daddy fetish-”

“Next powerpoint.” Haechan smirks over his wine glass at his floundering friend.

You momentarily glimpse the list before Mark closes his powerpoint, barely registering the pro’s of Johnny.

Taeyong’s powerpoint is simple, providing a picture of his number one: Kun, and bullet points that read as follows: “can cook, nice, sexy smile, will treat you well, needs cuddles”.

“You know what? Those are all true,” Mark says after you’ve read the list out loud.

“Especially the last one,” Doyoung smirks. “He’s been trying to cuddle Winwin lately-”

“Which brings me to number two, Winwin!” Taeyong interrupts Doyoung, who, to be fair, interrupted Taeyong’s powerpoint first. “He is tall, quiet, a sweet boy, and good at everything.”

“And he’s cute.” Haechan points out, nudging you with his shoulder.

They’ve been trying to get you to rate their frat brothers on a scale of one to ten for the past week with little success.

Doyoung’s powerpoint is last, and he starts by thoroughly detailing the members you shouldn’t even look at.

“Jaehyun,” he begins sternly, “a man slut, doesn’t use sheets, never showers-”

“Thinks being mean to girls is flirting,” Haechan interjects.

“You’re a hypocrite, but yes, avoid,” Doyoung concludes. “Next, Lucas. Don’t be fooled Y/N, he’s six foot, but this kid-”

“You can’t just spill Lucas’s secrets!” Taeyong smacks a hand over Doyoung’s mouth. “Just trust us, you don’t want Lucas.”

“But he looks like a big puppy,” you say, endeared, leaning in to get a better look at the image Doyoung has used for his powerpoint.

“Why did you even show her the bad ones?” Haechan takes the mouse from Doyoung to skip to the next powerpoint slide.

“So she knows who to avoid,” Doyoung answers, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“You literally just showed her two of the hottest guys in the frat and then said ‘avoid them,’” Mark giggles, enjoying the craziness that naturally comes from hanging out with this particular group.

“I think, the clear answer to who Y/N should date, comes down to what she’s looking for,” Doyoung says, when Haechan finds the slide with the most info on it, “So I broke everyone down into categories and awarded points-”

You take one look at the spreadsheet and groan, hiding in Haechan’s embrace as he also tries to escape the numbers on the screen.

“It’s Friday night,” Haechan moans. “Why numbers?”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you don’t want to read my exact spreadsheets and scoring, then, long story short, I kind of agree with Taeyong about Kun.”

“What?” everyone sits up to look at Doyoung, who refuses to meet your eyes.

He hates agreeing with Taeyong.

“Kun is mature, kind, volunteers a lot, he’s in the pre med program- he can cook, he can clean-” Doyoung lists Kun’s accomplishments off the top of his head and you watch with a smile.

“Sounds like you should date Kun,” you tease.

“You know what? Fine, maybe I should.” Doyoung crosses his arms over his chest. “And I guess you can have Taeil,” he switches to his number two option and earns a “Hey! Taeil is mine!” from Haechan.

“So, I guess… Kun then?” Mark asks.

“He’s the most suitable.” Taeyong shrugs.

“According to Doyoung’s creepy math game he did,” you point out, making Doyoung screech and flip back to the math slide.

He tries to explain it, but you’re already conversing with Haechan and Mark, thick as thieves as Haechan scrolls through Kun’s instagram to show you pictures of the pretty man in pre med.

Kun’s charming, his smile inviting, and he’s a great conversationalist.

“I don’t think you realize how much the others must trust you,” Kun says as you’re walking from bubble tea to the theatre.

“How do you mean?”

“Haechan suggested I take you to this movie,” Kun tells you, “It’s the biggest secret of the frat apparently. Wednesdays at four, the campus movie theatre will be practically empty. Sometimes we go during reading week all together, but it’s nice to go on a Wednesday you have off and get the best seats and have the whole place to yourself.”

“Your frat secrets are kind of lame.” you joke, earning a chuckle from Kun who nods.

“It’s true.”

“Taeyong said there’s some secret about Lucas, but he wouldn’t let Doyoung tell me about it.”

“And you’re hoping I will?” Kun can read you easily, and he smiles.

He thinks you’re cute, and he’s flattered that out of the whole frat, he’s the guy your friends thought should take you out. It means he must be doing something right.

“Please?” you grin.

“Lucas’s secret, let me think.” Kun runs a hand through his hair. The secret is pretty obvious to him, seeing as Lucas doesn’t really have secrets. In fact, is this even a secret? “On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t tell you.”

Your heart sinks in disappointment but you don’t push him.

At the theatre, Kun pays for popcorn like a gentleman and you both head in. He was right about it being practically empty. There are three singles scattered around the lower half of the room, so you and Kun find a place in the middle, the best seats.

Things look like they’re going to go smoothly, the lights turning off to signify the start of the movie- and thats when shit hits the fan.

Someone slides into the seat next to Kun and when you look over, your eyes meet Johnny’s, “wait, fuck-” he looks between you and Kun, “Am i crashing a date?”

“Yes,” you seethe as Kun asks “what are you doing here?”

“Haechan said they’d be playing a fun movie today and I had time, he said a few frat guys might be here and I saw you sitting in our usual spot so i just-” Johnny is trying hard not to look at you, trying to explain the situation to Kun, “but fuck, what’s she doing here?” he can’t hold back any longer, looking at you, “this is our frat’s secret movie time-”

“You don’t own this theatre, Johnny,” you hiss at him.

He glares at you, then he reaches out and steals some of Kun’s popcorn, and you can’t believe-

“Can you like… sit somewhere else?” The words are harsh as they leave your lips.

“Nope,” Johnny answers firmly, turning to look at the screen as the ads start to play, “these are frat seats, you should move.”

Kun sighs as he sits between the two of you.

Of course no one mentioned the fact that you have beef with Johnny, notoriously the scariest frat boy when mad-

Kun puts two pieces together and realizes that Haechan had a hand in this mischief.

Now if only the pre med student could play detective and come up with the reason why Haechan would set this whole thing up-

Your leg is bobbing slightly from anxiety and Johnny leans over Kun to tell you to stop, his hand resting on your thigh to force you to adhere to his warning.

Kun sees what’s going on.

Although it’s clear that you and Johnny don’t.

Haechan must think the tension between you and the tall Chicago man is sexual, and Kun can definitely see it, buried beneath the garden variety aggression you’re both showing each other.

You shove Johnny’s hand away, knee bobbing even harder and the man on Kun’s right throws his head back, groaning.

This is going to be a long movie.

“Haechan?” Kun calls when he knocks on the door to the younger man’s room.

“Come in!” it’s Taeyong’s voice, not Haechan’s.

When Kun enters Haechan’s room, he’s met by Mark, Yuta, Taeyong and Doyoung.

The man who’s still fresh from his date is taken aback for a moment at the congregation here, on a Wednesday night? Then he sees they’re all crowded around a phone.

“Is Y/N telling you about the movie?” Kun asks, realizing nearly immediately what’s going on.

“No.” Mark grabs his phone and pockets it, a true friend, Kun thinks; making sure your thoughts about Kun are private despite Mark being friends with both of you.

“I just wanted to say, Haechan, I think you’re right about Y/N and Johnny.” Kun’s eyes land on the abnormally quiet member.

Haechan laughs, not the least bit ashamed of having been caught tampering with Kun’s date.

“What do you mean?” Doyoung looks between them both, having obviously been kept in the dark in regard to the younger mans meddling ways.

“Haechan sent Johnny to crash the date,” Kun answers, “at first I wondered why, but then I saw it too, the way they bicker-”

“Haechan, did you purposefully ruin Kun’s date after we voted-” Doyoung stands up aggressively, Taeyong holding him back with a grin.

“I never voted for Kun,” Haechan says. “No offence, Kun. Mark pointed out Johnny as an option and I just thought-”

“Haechan!” Johnny arrives in the room next, having gone to the kitchen when they got back after the movie before heading up here.

“Johnny!” Haechan beams at his older friend.

“You set us up,” Johnny says angrily, coming to stand next to Kun. “You told me people would be at the movie-”

“They were!” Haechan insists, “Y/N and Kun are people!”

“I don’t know what you think you’re trying to do,” Johnny glares, “but this shit better stop.”

“What shit?” Haechan blinks cutely.

“If I see her around again-”

“You’re gonna what?” Haechan is playing with fire, “Kiss her?”

Johnny nearly lunges at Haechan, who throws himself behind Mark to use as a human shield.

Taeyong, Doyoung and Yuta grab at Johnny, stepping into their roles as peace keepers, and Kun takes a step back. He’s not really part of this, that much - at least - is clear now.

The premed student slips from the room without saying anything, allowing the others a chance to work this out without him there.

“Just admit you like her!” Haechan screams from behind Mark while Johnny gets visibly angrier.

“I don’t!” Johnny yells back. “You know what?!” he stops struggling. “Fine, if you guys want to play this way, I can be mean too.”

He already has been mean to you, but Taeyong doesn’t think that needs to be pointed out as he watches Johnny.

“What are you going to do?” Taeyong asks when Johnny doesn’t immediately reveal a plan to ‘be mean’, which is setting Taeyong on edge as the frat president. This is his responsibility.

“If you guys want to set her up with Kun, I can set her up with Jae.” He pulls out his phone.

“We voted against Jaehyun though,” Doyoung says.

“I never voted,” Johnny states.

Like father, like son, Taeyong thinks sarcastically to himself, eyes darting between Haechan and his resident ‘Big’ frat brother.

“Someone has a girl they want me to bone?” Jaehyun’s head pokes through the door a moment later.

“Absolutely not,” Doyoung says immediately.

Johnny just smirks, handing his phone over to Jaehyun, which is open on your instagram profile. “She’ll probably be at the next party,” he says after a moment of a visibly interested Jaehyun scrolling through your social media-

“We won’t invite her,” Doyoung interjects.

“I already did though,” Mark frowns.

After the Halloween party- well, if he gets shit faced again, having you around is a good thing. Mark realizes maybe he does have a slight, odd, mommy kink, now that he thinks about it-

“She’s cute,” Jaehyun says, eyes darting over Johnny’s phone screen.

Taeyong swallows thickly at this. It feels like Johnny is offering you up to a hunter, his next prize-

“She’s our friend.” Taeyong says, trying to sound dominant, but he falls short when facing Johnny, who takes one look at him and chuckles.

“Did you hear that Jae? They don’t want you to fuck their precious girlfriend,” Johnny taunts.

“She’s really nice,” Yuta says.

“Hey, you’re not one of her boyfriends, stay out of this.” Haechan pushes at Yuta, who laughs.

“What’s going on here?” Jaehyun looks amongst the men, trying to identify the source of the drama. “Are you guys actually all dating this girl-”

“Of course not,” Johnny takes his phone away, “in fact, Jaehyun, think of it as a competition-”

“Oh no-” Taeyong hides his face in his hands.

Jaehyun loves competition.

Johnny is way too smart for this shit.

If Jaehyun thinks of sleeping with you as a competition… then, he’s going to win. He always does.

Taeyong once saw Jaehyun scale the on campus library building on a dare just to say he could, with no prior climbing experience. the captain of the university soccer team had taken one look at Haechan demonstrating how to (sort of) climb, and had somehow become an expert off of the one shit tutorial.

“Me versus them?” Jaehyun smirks as he looks at the room. “Easy.”

“So if you see this man,” Doyoung forces his phone in your face again, “Do not interact.”

“I get it,” you push his hand away, tired of seeing Jaehyun’s picture over and over again, as if you don’t already know what he looks like. “You guys still haven’t told me why Jaehyun is going to come talk to me, I’ve never met him.”

Taeyong had decided it be a good idea not to tell you that Johnny’s the one behind this new… speed bump in your love life- the one they now feel responsible for: Jaehyun being horny and on the loose.

Haechan and Mark are team Johnny, with unwavering faith in their Hyung being a good match for you.

Whereas Doyoung and Taeyong are more cautious, trusting what you’ve verbalized to be your feelings over Kun and Haechan’s ‘notes on sexual tension’.

Taeyong and Doyoung think it’s best if they let you and Johnny stay away from each other, which is what you’ve both said you want.

And Mark and Haechan? Working like nasty little gremlin cupids to get you and Johnny either together, or close enough that they can use Jaehyun to make Johnny jealous.

The jealousy angle is Haechan’s hypothesis, obviously, but Mark thinks he has a good plan here. And worst comes to worst, Johnny doesn’t get jealous and you maybe make out with Jaehyun- who, honestly? is a nice guy.

Mark thinks you two could be cute together.

Johnny is in the kitchen with Lucas and Jungwoo. Sometimes the three of them find each other simply due to their height and then cumulate like a beacon of himbos for all the pretty girls coming through the front door, only to be star struck by the trio.

Haechan pulls out his phone and his stalking skills go into effect- only to have snap chat’s location services become useless by the fact that you’re in the same house, and the app can’t specify your floor level.

How else can he find you?

A quick look around the room tells Haechan that Jaehyun is nowhere to be found. And if Jaehyun is intent on following through with Johnny’s challenge, however stupid it may be, he’ll be nearby you.

Haechan puts himself in Doyoung’s shoes. You’re at the party with Doyoung, where would you be if not in the main room? Upstairs in a bedroom hanging out with… Taeyong isn’t around either, or Yuta now that the maknae thinks of it-

Haechan’s eyes narrow.

You’re having a mini party in someone's room and didn’t invite him or Mark, it’s the only plausible option.

Haechan knows it’s because Doyoung views them as the enemy now, in this twisted game of wing-manning that Haechan may also be completely adhering to the imaginary rules of.

So that means you’re either in the ‘DoTae’ room, or YuMark’s… YuMark… Haechan’s too drunk to come up with ship names right now. His body carries itself upstairs and he heads to Doyoung’s room first.

The upper floors are only accessible for people in the frats and close friends, and because of this there are only a few people in the halls.

Haechan’s eyes spot Jaehyun hanging out and chatting with a girl, Taeil and Winwin.

Jaehyun looks at Haechan who smirks, ducking into Doyoung’s room, which Jaehyun is obviously monitoring from a distance. He’s not really friends with you, so unlike Haechan, Jaehyun can’t just casually walk in and insert himself into the conversation.

Completely unshockingly, when Haechan enters Doyoung’s room, there you are.

Doyoung has a glass of wine, and Haechan wonders how he ever gets laid.

Taeyong is seated comfortably, lounging with a lazy look in his face and a bottle of beer between his fingers.

Yuta has the saké out.

You’re sitting there in the middle of it, the pretty prize everyone has been obsessed over for weeks- And you have no idea.

“Y/N!” Haechan puts on his sweetest drunk voice. “Come dance with me!”

You don’t stand a chance against those puppy dog eyes and everyone in the room knows it.

You’re rising to your feet before you can even register that you’re agreeing.

Haechan smiles sweetly at you, and as he ushers you through the door, his grin turns into a smirk, flaunting his win over the others.

Haechan’s fingers lace with yours as he pulls you past Jaehyun, loitering in the hall, and down the stairs again, to the main room where the music is the loudest and the people make it easy to get lost, although, Haechan still has eyes on Johnny and the Himbo Light Tower.

“Haechan!” you squeal when he stops in the middle of the room, turning to pull you into a hug.

He sways a little to the music and begins to sing obnoxiously in your ear, you realize he’s not flirting with you, no, his behaviour is more playful.

Your friend pulls away from you but keeps your fingers locked, singing even louder and more like a mad man as he gets you into the song.

He’s drunk.

You know it.

He knows it.

Johnny, who can clearly see you both... he knows it too.

But one thing you don’t know about drunk Haechan, as you haven’t seen him this sloshed, is that drunk Haechan enjoys this magical thing he calls ‘platonic kissing’.

When Haechan does it with the guys, it’s one thing - grabbing them and pressing kisses to their cheeks or even their necks - but Johnny worries that you may react… badly.

Haechan hasn’t had a female friend in ages. Johnny can tell that he’s on the precipice of becoming “sloppy Haechan”, and as much as you annoy the shit out of Johnny, he’s not sure he can let you become the next thing in the path of destruction that is hurricane Hyuck.

“Who’s that girl with Haechan?” Lucas asks, nudging Johnny’s shoulder as he follows the other man’s gaze.

“Ooh Y/N?” Jungwoo perks up, eyes also landing on the two of you. “She’s friends with Mark, and Doyoung, Haechan, of course, and Taeyong,” he pauses, blinking thoughtfully, “And Johnny?”

Jungwoo’s a little drunk, but Johnny knows for a fact he sometimes puts on the stupid act, especially since he went blonde, to get his way with things.

Jungwoo is curious about the drama, and who better to worm information out of than the source himself. Johnny admires Jungwoo and his tactics.

If the pretty mechanical engineer ever wants anything in life, he’ll find a way to get it.

“She’s not my friend.” Johnny clarifies for them both, “but I should go step in before Haechan starts kissing her-”

“Jealous?” Lucas’s smug voice makes Johnny stop and turn to look at him.

“Jealous?” Johnny laughs at the word, “of Haechan?”

“The girl is cute.” Lucas shrugs.

First Jaehyun, now Lucas?

And, Johnny supposes, maybe Haechan’s even under your spell.

What’s with this, and how did you end up in his frat of all the possible frats?

Johnny shakes his head, too tired to argue as he wades into the crowd.

Haechan spots Johnny and the Chicago native is almost happy when the younger man lets go of you in favour of him, throwing his arms around Johnny, whose name he bellows loudly.

Johnny can’t even bring himself to feel angry at Haechan for dragging you to the dance floor for sloppy drunk shenanigans. Haechan’s too cute and snuggly in his arms.

Haechan is a master manipulator, and he takes these precious moments of hugging to come up with a plan.

“I’m tired,” Haechan says, fake yawning. He knows how cute he is. “Can you guys take me to bed?”

“Both of us?” you ask.

“Yes.” Haechan reaches out to grab your hand, forming a link that you know he’s not going to give up on easily.

You and Johnny exchange a look and he sighs, rolling his eyes, “Let’s get you to bed,” he says.

Johnny leads the way upstairs towards his and Haechan’s room.

As you near it, Haechan runs ahead, earning a groan from Johnny.

When you reach the room, Haechan climbs out the window.

“I-” your eyes widen and you look to Johnny, who doesn’t seem too phased.

“He climbs out there all the time.”

“Not while drunk!?” you say, hoping.

“Not while drunk.” Johnny agrees, then bounds over to the window, sticking half his body out of it to look at Haechan on the roof outside. “Haechan, get your ass back in here.”

“Maybe you should come and get me,” Haechan smirks, playing on his drunk persona even though the night air, and maybe the hight of the roof, has sobered him up a bit.

Johnny doesn’t answer, he stands up in the room and looks at you, “he’s fine.”

“He’s on the roof, he’s not fine!” you rush over to look out.

It’s not super far down but-

“Go get him,” you say.

“What?” Johnny laughs. “No. You go get him.”

“Fine.” you grab the windowsill to pull yourself out and Johnny stops you, one massive hand wrapping around your forearm.

“Hey, stop, what are you doing?”

“Going out to get him, I told you-”

“No, it’s dangerous.”

“It’s worse for him, he’s drunk!”

Johnny groans, “this is obviously a trick.”

He’s used to Haechan and his mischief after having lived with him.

You’re not.

“A trick?” you gasp. “I’m going out there.”

Johnny tries to stop you but you push him, and despite you being much smaller physically, your motion sends him a few feet back.

He groans, hating that he’d had to release you, or risk pissing you off even more.

Johnny watches you climb out the window. “If you die-”

“If I die, you can laugh like the devil you are,” you seethe, holding tight to the wall even though you have some standing room.

“Johnny Hyung! Come look at the stars with us!” Haechan calls to the man who has stuck his head out of the window to watch you both.

Johnny nearly jumps out of his skin when Mark shows up next to him.

“Shit, you have to go and help her,” Mark says.

“What’s with everyone and going on the roof? Haechan will be fine!” Johnny groans. “And Y/N would be too if she hadn’t gone out there-”

You let out a small squeal and Johnny finds himself half out the window, body immediately jumping to your aid.

“Mark,” he stops to look at the Canadian, “this window locks from the inside, this stick keeps it up, don’t let it close,” he warns, this is just one of the reasons he hadn’t wanted to go out in the first place.

“Haechan’s really busted this window up huh?” Mark giggles to himself as Johnny sets his eyes on you... and Haechan, he guesses.

“Did you slip?” Johnny asks you, wondering why you’d squealed.

“A little,” you admit shyly.

The ledge is semi slanted and not super wide, so even if you were walking it wouldn’t be comfy.

You’re sitting now with your feet dangling off the edge, Haechan looking as comfortable as ever next to you.

“It’s not that long of a fall,” the mischievous drunk says.

“Then you jump it,” Johnny growls.

Haechan shakes his head. “I climb down that thing.”

And then, Johnny watches as he goes over and does just that, climbing down the trellis for flowers, which Johnny is sure many frat boys have used over the years.

“Let me help you get up to your feet, and then we can go back in the window-” Johnny says to you, turning to look in the direction he came- and he watches as Mark slowly closes the frame.

He can tell Mark’s motions are delayed because he questions himself, but the moment of pausing, of showing Johnny what he’s about to do- it’s almost crueler.

The window slams shut, and for good measure, Mark locks it too, even though Johnny is sure it’s going to be stuck now until Haechan can wedge it open again.

Johnny will never know what that kid did to ruin the window this badly-

“They planned this,” Johnny realizes. “No fucking way.”

“I told you, you never want to be my enemy, loser!” Haechan calls up from the ground.

Johnny had never realized that the second floor is actually decently high up. Are the ceilings on the main level above standard? Or maybe it just looks like a long ways-

“Come sit.” you sigh, bringing Johnny back to reality as you pat the space next to you. “And Haechan? Go to sleep or have some water.”

“Yes mom.”

The younger man sticks his tongue out at you before winking and heading inside.

A few people are watching the whole thing from near the fire pit while smoking. Jungwoo and Lucas look up at Johnny, and then even Jaehyun shows up.

“Are you two alright?” the newest man outside is the first of the three to ask a question in the small time it’s been since Haechan left you stranded in shock.

Lucas hands him a cigarette and Jaehyun takes a drag while Johnny relays that you’re both okay.

“Why’d he call you mom?” Lucas asks.

“Don’t you know?” Jungwoo giggles, “Mark has a mommy daddy fetish for Y/N and Johnny.”

“Oh.” Lucas nods, but you can see he still doesn’t truly understand what Jungwoo is saying.

Jaehyun chuckles, having realized the same thing you just did. “Maybe we should leave these two.”

He’s picked up on everything.

Haechan wouldn’t go to that much trouble to get you and Johnny together without an ulterior motive, and employing sweet innocent Mark?

Jaehyun, like Kun, is yet another casualty in a love war being fought in the frat.

Looks like this is a win for Haechan side, if he even has a side other than his own self interest and match making aspirations.

With one last drag and a wink from Jaehyun, the three head inside to leave you at peace with Johnny, who’s still shocked by Haechan and Mark’s dual betrayal.

Is it a betrayal though?

Haechan has tried twice now to get you together, and as much as he acts like it’s all mischief, there must be something pure at heart there-

With Haechan, there always is.

Maybe Johnny should just follow Haechan’s intuition.

“Are you scared of heights,” he asks softly, and it’s the first truly calm, peaceful, pleasant thing he’s said to you.

You think about it. “it’s not a long ways down,” you tell him. “I know we could make it, it’s just odd sitting in this position with your legs hanging like this.”

Johnny looks down and is suddenly shaken by a sense of vertigo.

“Let’s look at the stars then.”

You laugh, following his lead and tilting your chin up. “I can’t believe sweet baby Mark just closed the window on you-”

“I know,” Johnny laughs. “I wonder if this was always the plan or spur of the moment.”

“Good question,” you cock your head as you consider it. “A bit of both maybe?”

There’s a moment of silence, then: “Why do you hate me so much?”

“What?” you laugh.

“If they put us together, it’s for a good reason. So. Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you-”

“Coulda fooled me,” he rolls his eyes and nudges you with his shoulder.

“See, that’s what it is, the cockiness.”

Johnny laughs like it’s a joke; “You think I'm cocky.”

“Why do you hate me!?”

“Because you don’t laugh at my jokes.”

“Well i just don’t find you particularly funny,” you throw back, narrowing your eyes as you lean towards him, the air thick with tension. Neither of you want to back down.

“Because you’re bias and prejudice.”

“You don’t even know what that word means.”

“Oh really? What’s my major huh? Little miss smarty pants?” Johnny glares at you. “Why wouldn't I know what the word Prejudice means? Too Jane Austen for you?”

“Are you an english major?” you ask him in shock, momentarily taken aback by the turn of events.

Maybe you do have him pegged wrong.

English majors are cute. You’ve always had a thing for them- you wonder why no one had mentioned this about Johnny before- wait. ‘English Major’ had been on Mark’s power point… hadn’t it?

Had Mark known you best of all? And even gone against the status quo in the off chance it would convince you to give Johnny a chance? And what does Haechan also see in the tall man? To be this devious to get you together?

You can’t lose your trust in those two, not now.

“You have a hard on for English Majors, princess?” Johnny smirks at you.

“You see?! cocky!” you groan, turning to look at him and give him a piece of your mind- and you nearly fall off the roof.

Johnny grabs you quickly, and slams your body back against the wall with his arm-

“Watch it,” he growls, steadying you both, “look up at the stars.”

“I don’t take orders from you,” you glare, but do as you’re told. “Look, if we’re going to just argue, I want to talk about things that are interesting at least.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like, Lucas has a secret that everyone seems to know about but me-”

“You’re not a frat brother.”

“I mean, I sort of am-” you tease, eager for the information more than anything else.

“You’re not in our frat secret club, even if Kun told you about movie Wednesdays,” Johnny says simply. “I’ll tell you someday, but not here.”

“Someday,” you laugh a little at the word, he sounds so certain. You suppose you are best friends with his best friends now, maybe he’s just accepted that you’re going to be around now.

“Listen. I’m going to pretend you don’t find my cockiness to be not fun,” he laughs to himself, “and maybe you could pretend I'm not so obnoxious. We can start over. I have to go kick Haechan’s ass, but on Wednesday, I’ll be at the movie theatre if you want to show up and fight me for the best seat.”

“Sounds like you’re asking me on a date, Mr. Suh,” you smile, skin heating at the prospect to betray your inner thoughts.

Why does this sound like such a good idea?

“No, I’m telling you to square up. Movie theatre, Monday at four, I’ll buy popcorn.” as if for theatrical flair, Johnny jumps off the roof. He lands in the grass, and looks up at you, a cheeky grin on his face, “it’s really not that far.” he tells you, “Jump down, I’ll help you.”

“Fuck it,” you take a leap of faith and land in Johnny’s arms.

He smiles when he sets you down.

“I thought you’d need more convincing,” he admits.

“You don’t know me, we’re starting over right?” you ask.

“True.” Johnny nods.

“It’s been nice to meet you Johnny, now go kick Haechan’s ass.”

Haechan’s ass kicking consists of Johnny locking him out for the night. Haechan, of course, went back to the party after stranding you on the roof, and he’d stumbled up at two AM to find his bedroom door locked.

You had gone to hang out with Doyoung and Taeyong, who generally prefer to spend time together at the wind down of big frat parties.

Kun, oddly enough, had shown up at twelve and offered to drive you home. The car ride had been pleasant, and Kun hadn’t asked you about Johnny or talked about the awkward date you’d had.

You think it’s obvious at this point that the set up between you and Kun hadn’t worked. Instead, he asks you about your friendship with Doyoung, Mark, Taeyong and Haechan, and he’s even able to give you some insight on them.

Turns out they’d all taken the first year course you’d met them in for fun, something you already knew, but the new information is that they’d mostly planned on skipping.

You’re the reason they attend at all, which Kun complimented you for. He’s never known something to bribe all four like that, well- money and beef could convince those men to do just about anything- but Kun had a point.

He watched you walk all the way to your door, even waving to say goodnight before driving off.

You wake up the next morning in a daze, shocked at the night events.

Johnny kind of asked you on a date.

You’re not sure why you didn’t tell Taeyong and Doyoung after the fact, but you find yourself messaging Mark and Haechan in their separate ‘young ballers’ group chat where they primarily spend the time shitting on Doyoung’s taste in wine.

By noon you’re in a diner, shuffling into a booth with Haechan and Mark, both of whom look like shit, which you expected on a Saturday after a frat party.

Haechan tells you about having to sleep in Taeil’s room, and this begins a discussion about why Haechan loves Taeil the most-

You enjoy being with Mark and Haechan, and soon plates of food are placed in front of you.

“So Johnny asked me out,” you say when Haechan is mid bite of food, causing him to sputter dramatically.

Mark smacks the younger man on the back, looking at you with doe eyes. “You mean the roof plan worked?”

“Sort of,” you answer. “We’re restarting, as if we’ve never met. Maybe we could be friends.” You shrug.

“Friends who wanna fuck,” Haechan says loudly, earning a hand over the mouth from Mark who is not having his shenanigans this early in the morning.

“So basically it’s a movie on Wednesday,” you explain.

“So original.” Haechan rolls his eyes, that had been his plan for Kun’s date with you last week. He can only pay the Dreamies off to get them to stop going and date crashing for so long-

And to see Johnny with a girl? He’s pretty sure they’re going to up the price on that one.

Kun Hyung had been one thing, but Johnny- well he might actually get some action-

Haechan needs to get his mind out of the gutter.

“Why are you two so convinced about this?” you ask.

“Because Johnny never hates anyone,” Mark answers. “The fact that you two don’t get along-”

“It just doesn’t happen,” Haechan interjects.

“If we’re wrong, then we’re sorry.”

Haechan snorts, “Speak for yourself.”

“Dude,” Mark groans, beginning to argue with his friend about their responsibility, and how locking you on the roof was kind of irresponsible- someone had threatened to call the fire department on them- (Haechan debunks this and says it was Doyoung who made the threat and he of course, never followed through, or even went to check on you or Johnny-)

Conversation with these two is easy.

They don’t make a big deal out of the whole thing, and breakfast proceeds pleasantly.��

Monday, however, doesn’t go over as well.

“Johnny? Really?” Doyoung can’t believe it, his eyes clenching as he makes a disgusted face, throwing his arms up in the air and turning in his seat to look at Taeyong. “She’s choosing a date with Johnny over Kun?”

“Johnny’s nice.” Taeyong shushes Doyoung, who is really most upset about being wrong in his matchmaking choice. His primary reasoning against Johnny was your verbal hatred of him, which has seemed to have done a 180 turn.

“I always knew it,” Mark says, something he’s been repeating since you all sat down.

“Actually Yuta ‘the Japanese Prince’ Nakamoto was your first choice, Mark Lee,” Haechan taunts.

“Well, Johnny wasn’t even on your list,” Mark retorts, annoyance evident in his tone.

“That’s cuz I’m not a little mommy daddy creep like you are-”

“I’m not a mommy daddy creep-” Mark says a little too loudly… just as your professor walks in.

Mark declares, an hour later - after sitting through the most embarrassing lecture in the front row of his life - that he’s going to drop out of this class and kill himself, not necessarily in that order.

“This fucker isn’t even picking me up,” you mumble into your cell to Mark as you make your way to the movie theatre.

“Does Johnny even have your phone number?” Haechan’s loud gum chewing invades the phone.

“No, but he could dm me on insta.”

“This isn’t even really a date though,” Mark points out. “He just said ‘ill be there, come fight me’.”

“It’s a date,” you say for the fifth time today, “it’s the way he said it-”

“Didn’t he legit say ‘come fight me for the best seat’?” Mark laughs.

“You know what? You’re not nice,” you hang up on him and call Haechan who answers with a giggle.

They’re in the same room, and you’d been on Mark’s speaker phone, but you’re making a point.

“She likes me better,” the maknae taunts Mark momentarily. “It’s a low maintenance date and you deserve better, baby.”

“Aren’t you the one who worked hard to set this up?” you laugh, in love with the shenanigans.

When you get to the theatre, you pay for your ticket and head in. Johnny is in the best seat already, and his legs are up, arms out.

You approach with caution. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says, looking up at you while lazily motioning to the chairs on either side of him with his hands, “sorry, these seats are taken.”

“Fuck off,” you groan and turn to leave but he catches your hand.

“I’m kidding,” he laughs. “Old habits die hard.”

His large, warm hand tugs at your wrist, pulling you down into the seat next to him, and then he offerings you popcorn.

“I can’t believe no one comes to movies on Wednesday at four,” you say, looking around the empty theatre and gnawing on the treat thoughtfully, “why do they even run-”

“Do I look like wikipedia to you?” Johnny asks, head lolling back as he tosses popcorn up into the air, catching it in his mouth.

He knows the answer though: It’s one of his friends working tonight, thats the only reason they have the inside scoop. Ten’s good on this sort of thing, and he’s a pretty funny worker, always letting Johnny in for free.

Johnny’s pretty sure Ten charged you at the door even though Johnny told him you’d be showing up.

“What movie are we even watching?”

“Again with the questions,” Johnny laughs. “I don’t know, read the ticket.”

He sets the popcorn down and pulls his ticket from his puffer, handing it to you.

For a moment you appreciate his outfit. The poofy jacket is a pretty blue colour and his backwards baseball cap is boyish in the cutest way possible.

Your brows furrow as you read; “Pride and Prejudice (2005), what the-”

Johnny’s lips press to yours and cut off your sentence.

You’re a little shocked, but don’t pull away, which prompts the frat boy to kiss you harder. He moves the arm between your chairs up to get more space, then goes to cup your face. You groan a little when his teeth sink into your bottom lip, and he smirks against your mouth.

You push at his shoulder, “I can't believe you,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you sit in your chair.

Johnny laughs, “what?”

“We just met at the party and you kissed me on our first date, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

Johnny laughs.

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will spend hours playing mom friend and taking care of a drunk bestie.

He thinks you’re the kind of girl who will crawl onto a roof to save a man who’s nearing something like gremlin levels of mischief… who doesn’t even need saving.

Instead of saying either of these things, Johnny notes your anxiously bobbing leg and muses with a sigh, “I think you’re the kind of girl who asks too many questions and should just relax.”

“Oh yeah?” you turn to look at him, realizing you’ve asked another question.

“Yeah.” Johnny’s eyes stay fixed to the screen, which plays dull trailers.

“Here, let’s role play,” you say, rolling your eyes at the way Johnny perks up, “I’ll be you and you be me.” You change your voice to be deeper, “I’m Johnny, and I think everyone needs to just be chill and that every girl desperately wants to fuck me-”

“And I’m Y/N, the femme fetal haunting Johnny, making his life in the frat miserable and even prompting one of his best friends to lock him on a roof,” Johnny throws back at you. “And I try to hide how desperately I want to fuck Johnny just like all the other girls-”

“Screw you Suh, maybe I’ll just go find Lucas and figure out his secret myself. If you have girls lining up to go on dates with you it shouldn’t be hard to find another one to watch this movie with you.”

Johnny chuckles, “still hung up on that secret, huh?”

“Always.”

Maybe he’ll finally tell you.

“Look, here’s the deal. The secret has to do with Lucas and a life skill he doesn’t have. If you really want to know the secret, you have to let me show you the life skill.”

“A life skill,” you repeat, “like driving?”

“Something like that,” Johnny smirks, as if he’d ever make this easy on you.

“Okay, I agree.”

“Great, now sit through this movie, be quiet, and afterwards we can go back to the frat so I can show you ‘the Lucas secret’.”

“You’re the one who’s going to have to stay quiet during the movie,” you say, taking some popcorn he offers you without thinking too much about it.

“Am not,” Johnny insists.

“Are too.”

“Silent game start now.”

Five minutes into the film he asks you if you think Mr. Darcy is sexier in this movie or ‘the other one’ as if the 1995 BBC adaptation is the only other version.

Johnny’s familiar shared room with Haechan greets you at dinner time. Johnny insisted on stopping for takeout on the way back from the movie, and he sets up a place for you to both eat. This is not a conventional first date, and you’re tired of treating it like one.

You kind of like the domesticity of it all, the way he pats his bed for you to sit down across from him.

He’s gotten rid of his puffer now, and you can appreciate the simple crew neck underneath, it shows off his massive shoulders-

You talk about your majors, about how Johnny got into English of all things.

“A guy like you just doesn't look like an english major,” you say.

“That’s English major prejudice,” Johnny retorts with a mouth full of ramen, “english majors can be hot.”

“That’s why I was surprised you’re one.”

Johnny sets his food down, he was done with it anyways, and then he takes a sip of his water.

“Take that back.” he says after swallowing.

“No,” you set your chopsticks down, smirking at Johnny triumphantly.

“Okay, well, have some water then,” he offers you the bottle.

His behaviour is throwing you off.

It feels like the calm before a storm, but you just wish the tempest would just hit already- you’ve realized you kind of enjoy pestering the big man.

You enjoy his reactions.

“Why do I need water,” you ask as you take a sip.

“Because I’m about to fuck the shit out of you, and show you all the different ways that Lucas can’t make women cum.”

“What?” you squeak, choking a little on your water as Johnny casually moves the food off the bed.

“You heard me. I told you I’d show you the life skill Lucas fails at, this is it,” he says, heading over to the door to lock it. “Cut the shit, I know you enjoy being a brat,” he comes to stand at the foot of the bed, your entire body turned to face him. “You want a reaction, here it is. Drink your water and then tell me how you want it first, I’ll keep my cock for last, but now, you get to choose, tongue or fingers?”

You lick your lips. “Both.”

Johnny laughs. “A brat and she’s greedy,” he tuts. “Maybe you don’t deserve it.”

“I do.”

Your voice is weak and Johnny grins when he hears it. How easy it is to make you putty in his hands. Where’s the fire? Have you seriously been all bark and no bite this whole time?

He watches as you lick your lips, swallowing thickly, “Also, if you’re going to show me all the different ways Lucas can’t make a girl cum, does that mean you’ll have to show me multiple positions?”

Johnny laughs, there’s the girl he knows.

“If you want.”

“So maybe more than just tonight then?” you inquire, stepping closer to Johnny, who’s super turned on by the change in events. He kind of enjoys you fighting back, just as much as you enjoy getting a rise out of him.

“Are you trying to lock down dick appointments, baby girl?” Johnny coos.

“You tryna deliver, hot shot?” you’re nearly chest to chest now.

“I guess I can give you both to start,” Johnny concludes, going back to the original matter at hand.

Then he bends down to lift you up, pressing his lips to yours and easily carrying you to the bed. You grab his face, an angry molding of teeth and tongues, a groan leaving Johnny when you bite his lip sharply.

He tosses you onto the bed and grabs the bottom of your pants. “Off,” he says, giving you just enough time to get your jeans unbuttoned before he’s tearing them completely from your body.

You enjoy the aggression, the way his pupils are blown with lust-

Johnny falls to his knees, hands dragging you towards his awaiting mouth. You watch the way he licks his lips, eyes focused on your core, “cute panties,” he pulls at the flimsy material, “looks like someone planned on getting laid tonight.”

“Yeah, just not with you,” you throw back at him, smirking when his eyes narrow.

“It’s like you want to be destroyed,” he says, nipping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

You refuse to let a moan leave your lips although it bubbles up inside of you, body betraying how turned on you are even as your mind continues to want to fight the man between your legs.

“I do, so stop talking and get to it-” you reach down for his hair, and he smacks your hands away.

“No touching,” Johnny growls, fingers hooking in your panties and slipping them to the side. “So wet,” he smirks, thumb coming in contact with your clit as he spreads your slick around. His other hand pushes your thighs open wider to give him more space, his shoulders are just too damned large-

You hold your breath when Johnny moves closer, tongue taking its first test lick at your folds and making your toes curl. You grab onto the bed but it’s just not the same, so you reach for Johnny’s hair again.

“Did I not just tell you, no touching?” Johnny growls when he snatches your hands from the air, pinning them to your tummy as he looks up at you.

“I elected to ignore you,” you answer, toying the line playfully with a grin on your face.

You flex your hands, and both of you look down to his grip on your wrists.

“You want to be tied up, don’t you, kitten?” Johnny asks, releasing your wrists.

You can’t believe he’s suggesting handcuffs this nonchalantly, as if they’re just a casual bedroom toy for a first date fuck.

You want him to ruin you.

He takes your silence as a yes and you watch Johnny stand up and head to his closet. He comes out again with a pair of handcuffs. Not nice fluffy pink ones, or silk ties- but real handcuffs. They look durable. They look legit. They make your pussy throb looking all hot in his large hands like that-

You’re practically drooling, remaining docile and submissive as Johnny gets on the bed, prompting you to raise your arms above your head by direct brushes of his fingers against your skin.

Once your arms are where he wants them, the english major handcuffs you to the bed frame.

You watch the cuffs click into place, locking you in.

“If you’re not having fun anymore and can’t use a safe word, just kick me or something,” Johnny says when he gets between your legs again.

Now that you’re higher on the bed, he has to lay flat on his tummy to give his mouth access to your pussy, and you watch the way his hips grind down against the mattress.

You wonder if he’s even doing it consciously, or if his body is just super high strung too, tired of all this tension, ready to be released-

“Kicking you sounds like a great idea,” you say, the fighting words leaving your lips as a second nature, even though you don’t mean them.

Johnny laughs a little, nuzzling his face against your thigh. “You better be nice to me, kitten,” he clicks his tongue, fingers touching the wet patch on your panties that has formed since he allowed the fabric to move back into place.

“You promised to make me cum,” you point out, seeing your pleasure as pretty much a guarantee.

“I did.” Johnny tears your panties in two- “I want to have you cumming until you’re crying for me to stop.”

His mouth fully attaches to your pussy, tongue pressing into you. Your hands try to reach for Johnny only to be harshly stopped by cold metal, which is unforgiving as it bites into your wrists.

A gasp leaves your lips when Johnny’s tongue flicks your clit.

“First I’ll make you cum like this,” Johnny says, voice low and sending vibrations through your core deliciously, “And when you’re cumming, I’ll give you my fingers and force out another orgasm just to teach you a lesson.”

Overstimulation. Bondage. Dom Johnny. Pet names. Tension-

He’s eating you out so vigorously that you can hear the slurping sounds. It’s the most you can do to lay there, back arching off the bed as your muscles constrict and you cum on his tongue, pulling against your restraints when Johnny slips two fingers into you, as he promised he would.

Even as you cum, pussy pulsing with desire, Johnny continues his motions, fingers slamming into you roughly and creating new pleasure.

You’re not sure when one orgasm ends and the other begins, but you’re sure that Johnny has made you cum twice as he continues to work you despite your moans increasing in pitch.

“Fuck, Johnny-” you nearly scream when his lips return with full force to your clit.

Is he going to be this unrelenting the whole time? Two orgasms already? Can’t he just come up and kiss you?

His digits curl into you and your body shudders, caught in a liminal space where you’re coming down from your orgasm while simultaneously rising up to yet another one.

You can hear your wetness on his fingers, a pathetic squelching sound makes your skin heat with embarrassment.

“I need you,” you say, voice cracking.

The desperation is obvious, and it makes Johnny pull his mouth away from his prize, although his fingers continue.

“I’ve only made you cum twice, baby,” he chuckles, “think of all the other ways I can make you cum.”

You groan, eyes closing as you rest your head back in the pillows.

You’re tied up and at his mercy. He has all the control-

But his fingers just aren’t enough, not when you know for a fact that he’s packing.

Come on, a man this big? You’ve shamefully been considering his dick size for the past few days, and you’ve come to the conclusion that a happy seven incher would be nice, but he’s probably even bigger.

“Make me cum with your cock please?”

The ‘please’ thrown on at the end shocks you both.

“Are you really that dick whipped for me already?” he grins, pulling his fingers out of you, “shameful.”

His words make your skin flare with heat and embarrassment, and you keep your mouth shut as you watch his next move.

Johnny adjusts to be kneeling between your legs, and he holds himself over you with one hand while the other brings his digits to your lips, “taste yourself for me,” he commands.

You look into his eyes as you accept his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, doing your best to be as sinful as possible in an effort to test his patience.

His lips are on yours the moment his fingers are gone, and your tongues clash for dominance. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, forcing him to grind down against your exposed core. His blue jeans are an interesting texture, but not the one you want.

You pull against the handcuffs, groaning in frustration and sinking your teeth into Johnny’s lip.

“Uncuff me,” you pout when he pulls away to give you a warning look.

“You bit me so I’d uncuff you?” he asks, sitting up and rubbing at his lip dramatically.

Of course there’s no blood, it’s not like you’d bitten him hard… well, I mean, if he enjoys that sort of thing-

“Yes?” you look up at Johnny and he shakes his head at you. You’re half naked and he’s already made you cum twice. He has you in cuffs but you’re still in your shirt and bra, he hadn’t bothered to remove them, too eager to get to his meal-

Johnny reaches down and pushes the fabric up slowly, exposing a strip of your stomach.

You suck in a breath, staying still and watching the shirt rise higher and higher. Finally, he reveals your bra, letting your shirt go once it’s just under your arms.

“I guess I will have to uncuff you to take this off,” he sighs, reaching out to touch the pretty bra you’d worn, “or I could cut it off” he pulls the strap and it harshly smacks back against your skin when he releases it a moment later.

“Cut it off?” the words make your heart race faster in your breast.

Johnny smirks, humming, “a knife, or scissors-”

“If you ruin this bra, Johnny Suh, I swear to god-”

“I already wrecked the matching panties,” Johnny reminds you, pulling them out of his back pocket to flash them in front of your face. Your hands are cuffed and you can’t even try to grab back the material. “It’s cute that you wore a set for me.”

He tucks the lace back into his pocket. Then his hands both go to your waist, and he enjoys watching how large they are compared to you, how his long fingers look slowly going up and up until they’re brushing the underside of your bra.

“I told you,” you say, voice husky as you also enjoy the feeling of his fingers, “I didn’t plan on getting laid with you.”

“Stop lying,” one of his hands moves up to grab your throat, forcing you back into the pillows.

“Maybe,” you choke out, and he releases your neck enough for you to speak better, your smile widening, “you should actually fuck me and prove I’m here with the right guy.”

Two orgasms aren't enough for you it seems, and Johnny… honestly doesn’t mind?

He’s loving this brat side of you, loving the banter-

“I think I’ll just have some more fun first,” he concludes, hands going to your bra and lifting it. He forces the uncomfortable band up and holds it there so he can attach his lips to your nipple.

Your back arches off the bed and moans leave your lips as Johnny’s free hand cups your other breast, warm and soft- until he’s pinching your nipple.

“Johnny-” you whine, pulling against the handcuffs, “fuck-”

He stops pinching your nipple and you let out a breath- only to moan when two fingers slide inside of you again.

“Sometimes girls can cum just from their nipples being sucked,” Johnny says, looking up at you. “Should we see how long it takes for you to cum that way?”

You can’t believe him.

“You can make me cum like that another time- but please-” you swallow thickly, “I need your cock.”

This time, when Johnny looks up at you, he can see you’re broken fully. Can see the desperation in your eyes, all glassy and pretty-

Johnny realizes you’re so worked up that you’re on the verge of tears, and something snaps inside of his chest.

Is he being too mean to you?

You watch quietly as Johnny sits up. He removes his fingers from your core, licking them clean before he reaches over to grab the keys to the cuffs, which are sitting on the bedside table- They’ve been taunting you this whole time.

Johnny uncuffs you, and all it takes is one free hand for you to go straight for his cock. You lean up to press kisses against his exposed neck as he undoes your other wrist, chuckling even as you squeeze him through jeans.

Of course you’re not broken yet, it had been a farce, a trick to get him to uncuff you.

He doesn’t mind.

Once both your hands are free, Johnny goes to get your shirt off completely. It feels good once you’re fully bare, even if Johnny is still completely clothed. You can change that for him.

“Take this off,” you plead, pulling roughly at his shirt before your hands go back to his zipper, getting it down-

Johnny sits up and you groan in frustration, missing his warmth, his smell-

Most guys strip quickly, but Johnny? You kind of love that he puts on a small show for you.

He reaches behind his head to bunch up the fabric near the nape of his neck, opting for that form of shirt removal as opposed to a normal ‘grab the hem and lift up’ style. You have to admit, you’ve seen videos of men taking their shirts off this way and been struck by how sexy it is, but with Johnny?

You can feel yourself getting wetter just by watching.

Once his shirt is gone, his hands move down to his jeans, and you struggle to find time to appreciate his muscular form while also watching the movement of his hands eagerly.

You’d gotten his belt undone, the top button, and the zipper down, but you’re kind of happy that’s all you got to do- because now you get to watch Johnny strip.

His hair is messy and he looks gorgeous with his head tilted, watching you as he toys with the waistband of his jeans.

Can’t he see that you’re practically foaming at the mouth with need for him?

With wrists newly freed you reach for Johnny, making grabby hands to show him how badly you want him.

You’re tired of verbally begging, but you don’t want him to smack your hands away if you actually touch him, no, grabby hands are the way to go.

He thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen in his entire life, and as he looks down at you, he gets mad that you’re perfect for him.

The tension in the air is addicting, and Johnny is done playing around. He has extreme patience, but you’re testing him, more than any girl before you ever has.

Johnny decides he misses your lips, and needs a distraction, needs his eyes closed so his mind can stop thinking so much.

When Johnny is situated between your legs again, lips back on yours, you’re not sure what you want to touch first. His pretty hair? Or maybe you want to cup his perfect, angular face? Or scratch at his back? You bet he has a gorgeous back, if his front is anything to go by.

Wow, maybe you should touch his chest- or his abs-

Johnny pushes his jeans down and all your thoughts are forgotten, mind narrowing in on one thing and one thing only.

Your eyes are closed, his tongue still clashing against yours, but you can feel how large he is. Can feel when his cock slips against your wet entrance, his girth obvious as it slides between your folds.

Then you’re pushing your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock, and lining him up with you.

“Fuck me,” you growl against his mouth, locking your legs behind his waist in an effort to get him to just push it in-

Johnny chuckles at the way you’re trying to use your legs.

You’re so cute thinking he’s not about to decimate you.

As if you need to ask.

Johnny has patience, but now that his cock is out? It’s go time for the six foot frat boy.

He slams into you fully, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth, and your finger nails dig into his shoulders while you gasp into his mouth.

Johnny isn’t kissing you anymore, although your lips are close- instead, you’re looking into each other's eyes. You can feel his breath against your face, and each thrust makes him pant a little, your own squeaks and whimpers greeting his.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans when you hike your leg higher on his hip, causing him to slide deeper, “you’re so fucking tight-”

“You’re just huge,” you tell him, smashing your lips to his again.

You love the way he takes your breath away. You love the bickering. You love the growls leaving his throat as his hips repeatedly slam into yours, cock head hitting deep spots that have your toes curling.

Johnny is holding himself up with his arms on either side of you, and he pushes himself up enough to be able to move one hand down to your clit.

His fingers light sparks that go shooting through your body from your pussy outwards, and a sinful whine leaves your lips in response. You pull at Johnny’s hair to earn a groan, and although a rumble does leave his chest, your motion has mostly just spurred him to rub your clit harder.

Why is it that every time you try to mess with him and make him desperate for you, he flips the tables and turns you into the melt?

“Going to make you cum like this,” Johnny tells you, tearing his lips from yours only to move to your neck, marking your skin in love bites and kisses between his words, “And then I’ll make you cum just from my cock.”

“Promise?” you ask, pulling him away from your neck so you can look at his eyes.

The sincerity in your expression brings back the warm feeling in his chest.

“Promise” he confirms, sealing it with a kiss.

Johnny’s motions on your clit have become too much for you to bear when combined with the brutal pace of his hips. Your whines get louder and higher, pussy clamping down on Johnny when you cum.

Johnny kisses you to eat up your moans, and he also has to distract himself from the way your warm walls are fluttering around him, the way you’re grabbing him so tightly he thinks you might never let go- he teeters on the edge and is honestly shocked that he doesn’t fall over with you, he’s too determined to make you cum one final time-

Like he’d promised.

When you come down from your high, Johnny allows his pace to go slower. He kisses your cheek, and for the first time, he doesn’t have a snappy one liner to throw at you.

Well, that’s a lie.

He could say ‘ready for one more kitten?’, or maybe ‘bet you fucking loved that’, but one promise has made the entire mood change, and now, Johnny wants to make sure you feel good- he doesn’t want to degrade you anymore, he’s sure there will be time for bickering later-

Later.

You’ll have to stay the night, he decides, as he looks at the way your hair spreads across his pillows-

You open your eyes and Johnny looks back at you, hand coming up to pet your face, waiting for you to say something.

You take a deep breath and smile like the cheshire cat as you wrap your arms tighter around Johnny’s shoulders, pulling him to your lips again. “Okay, now give me the next one.”

The next one.

The next orgasm he’s promised you.

Johnny laughs against your mouth, shaking his head a little even as he adjusts, “flip over-”

“No,” you hold him tighter, “like this… doggy me later.” You press a quick kiss to his lips, batting your eyelashes at him.

Johnny is so whipped for you- of course he folds to your wants immediately. Doggy be damned.

This whole time he’s been thrusting slowly, and now his pace begins to quicken again. He’s had his break, and he’s ready to work you up, ready to once again earn your moans and eat up your pretty sounds.

You cup his face, falling deep into these natural motions, lips moving against Johnny’s. There’s no need for words anymore. The tension is gone, now, all that’s left is the lust and passion.

Johnny groans when you move your leg up his hip again. His own hand slips down to grab at your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.

His sounds turn you on more than anything you’ve ever heard before, low and deep, coming from his chest, vibrating through you at this close proximity.

“Cum for me,” you whisper when you move your lips to Johnny’s neck, tangling your fingers in his hair to force him to give you access. You know he’s marked your own skin at least once tonight, and now you get to return the favour.

Johnny groans at your dirty words, loving the way they sound coming from you.

And the way you’re sucking on his neck- how the fuck did you find a spot that feels so good-

Damn. Johnny’s not usually the type to accept hickeys, but hell, he’d let you do anything you want to him if you throw in a cute ‘please’ when asking.

“You cum first,” he groans out, eyes shutting as he enjoys the feeling of his high approaching.

“Then choke me.”

He should just ask you to marry him.

It’s that simple.

He should just slip out of you, drop onto his knees on the floor next to the bed and beg you.

His fingers wraps around your throat and your eyes meet, his hand pushing you into the pillows.

There’s something about your eyes, Johnny gets lost in them. He loves the way your hands come up to grab at his forearm, urging him to press tighter on your windpipe as his hips match the rough change of events.

You bite your lip to add even more stimulus as Johnny works you towards yet another orgasm. Your body feels like it’s on fire, this is the most buzzed you’ve been in- well, forever.

Johnny knows when you’re about to cum, your whimpers reaching a crescendo that he puts a stop to by crashing his lips to yours. When you cum, you both cum while kissing. He doesn’t want his hand around your throat right now, instead, it goes to your face.

Your arms are wrapped around the back of his neck to keep him pressed to you too, as if both of you want some hold on the other incase one of you tries to pull away, without realizing that neither of you are going anywhere.

His hips are a steady force that prolong both of your orgasms.

When you’re both finished, and he stops thrusting, he stays inside of you for a while. You continue to kiss, and despite being tired from your orgasms, just being in Johnny’s arms makes you want to explode-

Johnny pulls away from you and you let out a whine, brows furrowing, pouting, making Johnny laugh.

“Let me put on some pants or I’ll have to fuck you again,” he warns you.

“Would that be the worst thing in the world?” you ask, tempted to maybe just say fuck it and tell him to get back to the bed-

“Far from it,” Johnny says, pulling on a cozy looking pair of sweatpants. Then he tosses a shirt at you, “it would be the best thing, but” he collapses onto the bed next to you, “what if we watch a movie, and when it’s done, I’ll make you cum any way you want me to, as many times as you want.”

He watches you slip his shirt on, enjoying the way it looks on you. You’re officially his, he’s caught you and got you in a shirt, and he couldn’t be happier about it. Okay, officially is not the right word, but, come on, Johnny’s never had a girl walk away from him before- you won’t be the first.

You look at Johnny and his gorgeous back, exposed as he lays on his stomach on the bed.

Wow, he got a sappy romance historical drama Jane Austen movie to play in the empty movie theatre for your date, took you home, made you cum four times, and now he’s also offering Netflix and more sex.

He’s whipped for you. A big puppy boy.

You could get used to this.

“Sounds good to me,” you say, watching Johnny sit up and grab a laptop from next to the bed.

Then he’s next to you, shoulder to shoulder.

“And you’re staying the night,” the frat boy tells you, wrapping his arm around you to pull you tightly to his side.

“I am?” you ask.

“Yes.”

“Well… you do know that if I don’t call Haechan or Mark, one of them might storm in here-”

“Haechan.” Johnny sits up suddenly, remembering that he does, in fact, have a roommate.

Johnny had bribed Haechan with a hundred dollars to give him the room for after your date, but, it’s been a while- “now that you mention it, someone definitely should have banged on that door with how loud you were being.”

“Me being loud?!” you shove at his chest. “Screw you, next time I’ll be quiet-”

“Liar, your sounds are cute. I just mean usually whenever someone has a girl over, the guys will go give them a hard time if they’re too loud-”

Loud.

Noise.

A frat house.

Four of your best friends living here- you really hadn’t even thought much about Doyoung, Taeyong, Mark or Haechan when you’d arrived.

You’d been too wound up by being near Johnny, who seems to have this effect on you-

You both reach for your phones to check if you have messages from anyone-

Of course you have about 100+ missed calls/messages on multiple chats.

Your eyes go to your PHILOSOPHY chat, which includes your four frat friends. Haechan has changed the group name multiple times, but Doyoung (ever the literalist), always brings it back to what your chat was created for and renames it back to it’s original.

Haechan: check your phone

Doie: jesus, who are you even TALKING TO?!?!?

Haechan: the one of us getting laid right now who do you THINK?

MORK: someones getting LAID?

Haechan: Y/N is you stupid

Haechan: with JOHNNY

Haechan: HE PAID ME TO NOT GO TO THE ROOM FOR A WHILE AND THEY’VE BEEN IN THERE FOR HOURS

Haechan: where the fuck are you three anyways, why is the frat so empty right now?

Doie: we’re at the basketball game Haechan. We told you we’d be here.

Taeyongie: Jae just scored

Doie: he got a hoop*

Taeyongie: he scored

Doie: he got a hoop*!!!!

Taeyongie: just come to the game Haechan

Haechan: fine, but once they’re done being NASTIES, i have to SLEEP IN THAT ROOM!

Doie: sucks to be you

⇢ Synopsis : a movie theater date with your boyfriend doesn’t go according to.. well, normal.

⇢ Warnings (18+) : exhibitionism, hand jobs, oral (m receiving), public sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, mirror fucking, degradation, praise, mentions of daddy kink, etc...

⇢ Word Count: 500 words

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When Johnny invites you to a movie on Wednesday, you don’t think too much of it. In the near year you’ve been dating, you’ve gone to many movies, and today will be no different-

Or so you think.

The film starts off like any other would; the theatre is mostly empty, and you get some of the best seats in the house.

It’s about ten minutes into the movie that Johnny’s hand finds your bare thigh.

This isn’t out of the ordinary at all, and you’d worn a skirt to give your boyfriend access to you- on days you’ve worn jeans to movie dates, he’s simply made do, and you’ve learned not to bother putting much in the way of his greedy fingers-

Besides, you’re already aching for him, having known his fingers would be coming at any minute- and you can’t wait to cum too.

But today, Johnny doesn’t immediately push your panties to the side to burry two large fingers deep in your core- instead, he rubs at the fabric covering your slit, relaxing back in his chair almost lazily, with his eyes fixed to the screen.

Every time he swirls his fingers up around your clit, you want to moan loudly, and after a solid two minutes of waiting for Johnny to just do something, you take matters into your own hands, literally.

Grasping at Johnny’s wrist allows you to keep him exactly where you want him, and you grind down, stifling a gasp at how good actual pressure feels-

Your boyfriend tears his hand away from you with a click of his tongue, and you turn your glare to him, hating the way he continues to stare straight ahead, ignoring you.

“Johnny-”

Now it’s your turn to grab onto his thigh-

The fratboy finally looks at you, jaw set like a challenge, his powerful stare making your heart lurch even in the darkness of the theatre.

Taking a breath, you square your shoulders, a defiant expression forming on your face. You’ve always been a brat, and you’re not going to start being a ‘good little sub’ today, especially without any promises of-

“Make it through the movie for me like a good girl, and I’ll reward you,” Johnny says lowly, and part of your brattiness subsides, if even for a moment, at the notion of reward-

But you want him now!

You move your hand higher on his thigh, breaking into a grin when you find his cock already pressing against the denim of his jeans.

Your boyfriend lets a hiss of air out through his teeth when you adjust your grip on his length, clawing at the fabric of his pants in an attempt to get better leverage-

Then Johnny shifts, a hand latching firmly around your wrist.

Usually when you’re in public, you’re the recipient of his exhibitionist tastes, and not the other way around.

“If you’re going to do that type of shit here,” he warns lowly, “you’ll have to be on your knees.”

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