#was just supposed to be like 2 paragraphs max like the jw one but then life happened. so i kinda just let it 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Innocence (m)

Pairing: Johnny × fem!reader Genre: smut/fluff, slight hint of angst if you squint Word count: 2k Summary: In which it’s your first time with Johnny, though.. he’s just as nervous as you are. Warnings: slight corruption kink, reader's first time/loss of virginity, random emotional moment, not proofread.

A/N: ....this was supposed to be a fully corruption kink post but it got emotional along the way bc 1) i guess i headcanon johnny that way & 2) i'm in my feels. :( haven't written in awhile so pardon any mistakes in the story,,,

Johnny just couldn't believe you were real sometimes, and that feeling had never been stronger than in this very moment. Lying on your back for him in nothing but your skimpy white lingerie, making you look like both salvation and sin.

"You look so pretty, angel, all spread out for me," he lets out a deep chuckle as his lips trail teasing kisses all over your abdomen, everywhere except where your body craves for him to be. Impatient, you let out a whine, looking at him with watery eyes as you bite your lip. His jaw drops in silent awe, taking in every detail of this wondrous moment.

Like a magnet, Johnny ends up being pulled right back to your lips, mesmerized at how kiss-swollen they already are. Pulling back just enough to look you into the eyes, he murmurs against your lips, "Are you sure, angel? We can take things slow if you want," brushing his thumb gently across your cheek as if you'd break otherwise.

"Please," is all you can breathlessly whisper, "take me, break me, make me all yours. I... I need you baby, I need you so bad." You nearly choke at the end of hour words at the way Johnny grinds his hips roughly into yours, groaning and pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.

"You really are going to be the death of me, my pretty little princess." The change in his gaze sets the current shift in mood perfectly, and you simply couldn't hold back the moan that escaped when his fingers slide your panties to the side, sliding his fingers over your folds.

"So you want me to fuck you, is that right? You want me to be the first one to taste you, touch you, taint you?" You nod fervently, amazed at how much nicer it felt when it was his hands doing the work and not your own. Completely at his mercy, completely unaware of what his next move would be; being on that edge but not being able to jump off it of your own will.

Slowly, so painfully slowly, Johnny slides one of his fingers in, pumping slowly before adding another, rubbing at your clit with the rough pad of his thumb. All of this new stimulation had your thighs shaking, and it wasn't any easier to keep quiet when his free hand pulls down the cups of your white lace bra, fondling one breast while sucking at the other. He continues this for some time before he pulls back with a pop, lips wet with his own spit, and your hips buck of their own volition at the sultry thoughts permeating through your mind.

"Aww, is someone needy? You're just begging to be ruined. You're so cute, angel," Johnny coos at how precious you are, enjoying every moment of watching as your innocence slips further past the brink of no return, soaking in every moan that filters past your bruised lips. The way he compliments you and chastises you all at once does something to you, deep down, and it swirls with the knot already forming deep in the pit of your tummy.

"J-Johnny I'm-" you half-yell, eyes rolling back as your back arches, a silent scream lingering in the air as your mouth hangs open. Your hands claw at your boyfriend's forearm, gasping for air as he continues to thrust his fingers into your core, the sticky gushing noise of it all heightening your sensitive state as you ride out your high.

After he pulls out his fingers, Johnny curiously lets them slip past his own lips, groaning at the taste of you, unconsciously humping the bed as you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. "You taste... heavenly," he murmurs, voice heavy with lust as he licks his fingers clean, leaning down to ravage your lips with his tongue, letting you taste yourself in the process. The longer this goes on, the more you hear the beautiful noises he lets out, and the more you feel his erection pressing into your thigh.

A little worried but still curious, you cautiously slide your hand down his naked abdomen to his clothed erection. Judging by the way he grinds his fully hard length into your palm, you secretly grin to yourself at his desperate state, only to be floored when he sits up and finally discards his pants, the outline beneath his briefs making your eyes widen almost comically.

"Hey hey, look at me, eyes up here," Johnny jokes, and your widened eyes silently obey. You unconsciously gulp, though your thighs rub together without you choosing to do so, simply allowing your gentle giant of a boyfriend to caress your hair and soothe your seemingly frightened state. "We really don't have to go any further than you're comfortable, I don't want you push you in any way," he eyes you warily, smiling to himself as he recalls how nervous he was his first time too.

"I-I'm fine, I promise. I'm just... scared? This is all so new to me," you pause, struggling to find the right words, "having someone else touch me.. where only I ever have before." Johnny nods at you in understanding, placing a kiss on your forehead once you're done speaking. Before he can respond, you unknowingly cut him off, surprising him with your choice of words. "But that doesn't mean I don't want you to be the one to pop my cherry, babe. I want you to give me all you've got." He lets out an incredulous laugh, helping you out of your underwear as you both share a softer series of kisses, languid and loving in their delivery.

"I love you so much, sex or not, I just want you to know how touched I am that you chose me. To love, to hold, to cherish... thank you for allowing me to be a part of your life, and for staying in mine." You're halfway between slapping Johnny and kissing him senseless for choosing such timing to confess something to emotional. But you really couldn't put it past him, you'd always known he was a hopeless romantic.

"I love you too, so much. John Suh, thank you for always being so sweet and caring, for always being the best boyfriend. Thank you for being patient with me, for being the one to wipe my tears, and for being so gentle even in moments like these," you both smile at each other, trying your best to ignore the fact your visions are blurry through the onset of tears forming. "But if you don't help me out here baby, I swear I'm going to fuck myself instead." The snort he lets out would have made you laugh, if you weren't still so damn horny from all his teasing.

"Noted," is all he mutters before pulling off his briefs, allowing you your first glimpse at his weeping cock. He pumps himself lightly, letting out a shaky exhale before biting his lip, consumed by the feeling of finally getting a bit of relief. His eyes slowly open to look down at you, and your breath catches in your throat as how incredibly hot the scene before you is.

You don't feel scared anymore, you realize, you never really had a reason to, not with Johnny. He always put your needs before your own, and respected your boundaries with the utmost care. You could ask him to stop right now, and you know he would in a heartbeat. But you don't want to stop, and you're exhilarated by the realization. For the first time, you're genuinely excited for what lie ahead, ready to become one with Johnny, even if for a fleeting moment.

Sealing the deal with a final peck to your lips, he murmurs another "I love you", helplessly emotional in this moment, absolutely overwhelmed by the loud thumping of his heart in his chest.

Truth be told, you weren't the only nervous one, Johnny had been terrified all night. What if he did something wrong? What if he did something you didn't like? What if he couldn't live up to the perfect fantasy everyone hopes for their first time? His nerves were starting to eat at him, and yet, he could only feel guilty for being wrapped up in his own thoughts and not focusing enough on you.

"John, is something wrong?" your voice calling out to him snapped him out of his daze, feeling terrible when he saw your worried expression.

"I'm fine, just.. also nervous is all," he tries to laugh it off, but you refuse to let it slide, much to his dismay.

"Then why didn't you just say so?," you exclaim, almost exasperated. "You're probably trying to make everything perfect and beating yourself up over it again, aren't you? This isn't a Disney movie, baby, shit is gonna happen and that's fine. Sex can be complicated, but it shouldn't have to be. Just talk to be about it, is that so hard?" Your little pout at the end sends his heart into overdrive, cursing himself for being so utterly weak when it came to you, putty in your hands at the slightest things.

"I'm sorry, you're absolutely right. I just didn't want to add any stress onto you, and yet, here we are. I'm just worried, like what if I can't came you cum, angel? I'd be mortified," he whines out, his face buried into your chest, embarrassed at his own honesty.

"You've already made me cum once, and I have no doubt you can make it happen again. Maybe we don't get it right on the first try, but we'll never know if we don't."

Johnny laughs at the irony of the situation. "How come you're the one talking me down, when it should've been the other way around?"

"Maybe because you've been in your head too much instead of inside me?" And that's all it takes to unleash the lust that had been suppressed by his fears. You take a deep breath through your nose, hands clamped around his own as Johnny slides into you slowly, giving you time to adjust until he's buried all the way between your legs.

"Oh fuck," he mutters, thighs tensing at how wet and tight you were around him. "How are you doing?" he asks, eyeing you carefully.

"Feels a little odd, but it's not so bad," you gasp as he ruts into you a little more, "ooh, definitely not bad."

"Is it ok if I move now, angel?"

"Please do."

The way he moves his hips is both sin and satisfaction, pulling out all the way only to thrust deep into you, leaving you breathless and seeing stars. You wonder why Johnny was even worried in the first place, quickly climbing to your orgasm due to your sensitivity. Clenching around him, he gets the hint, thankful he won't be embarrassed at not lasting for too long with how needy he was himself. It had been far too long since he had last been intimate, let alone how wondrous the you felt.

He grabs hold of your hips to anchor himself as his pace gets sloppy, curling himself into your form, mouthing at the side of your breast as he cums in spurts, fucking you through his own sensitivity as you finally come around his length, buried so deep inside you you swore you could feel him in your belly.

"Oh... ...my god..." he pants, letting out a weak groan as he pulls out of you.

"Thank you," you place a kiss atop his head, "I couldn't have asked for more, that was wonderful, Johnny." He blushes at your praise, doing that silly little laugh he does when he's embarrassed, snuggling comfortably into your side as he pulls the sheets over your sweaty forms.

"It was the least I could do for you, I'd give you the world if I could."

"Oh, but you already have. You're my world, right here in my arms, and that's all that matters in this moment." Smirking slightly, you're proud at yourself for rendering your boyfriend speechless, beating him at his own game of cheesy lines and rosy cheeks for once.

"I really got lucky with you, huh?" he murmurs, mesmerized.

Unable to resist the opportunity, ....you jest "Oh, I'll say, you definitely got lucky tonight.