#damn suh

[xomakara]

Whoooooo boy. Johnny hits different now that he's 30 😍

BIG BOY JOHNNY ❤️‍🔥

vc to reneejsuh 🖤

[aquarius-johnny]

Hii Johnny whimpers 11 & 14 please

“Don’t look down because you’ll cry seeing how much is left.” + “You’re always whining when I’ve barely put the tip in… we’ve still got inches to go.” | whispers and whimpers

He aligns himself against your entrance, probing his mushroom tip against you before slowly dipping himself into you.

You’ve barely started and you’re already feeling so full — clenching your body as if you’ve lost the battle and he smiles like he’s already won the war.

Your breath hitches with every slow movement he makes, sinking further into you as you dig your nails onto his biceps, feeling as though it’s the only thing that’ll keep you grounded, and leaving crescent moon indents into his skin.

“It’s just the tip, baby,” he smirks, tilting his head in amusement as he looks at you. “You’re always whining when I’ve barely put the tip in. Too much for you already?”

You shake your head, ears and cheeks flushing with heat as he grips onto your waist holding you steady — the act so dominant and possessive as if he’s claiming you.

“Good,” he lets out, voice deep and low before his lips hovers over yours. “We’ve still got inches to go and remember, don’t look down,” he mocks as if he wants you to do the exact opposite. “You’ll cry seeing how much is left.”

He was right.

When your eyes glance towards his shaft, you see how much isn’t inside of you and a whimper slips out as you throw your head into the mattress.

He snickers, smiling cockily as he tilts your chin to meet yours eyes. “I told you,” he chuckles. “Now relax, let’s see you take every inch.”

💭 thank you for playing! 𑁤 aimee

[kingsoowolves]

Great, now I’ll keep thinking about writing a fanfic where Johnny is a baseball player.

I need to be institucionalized

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

god dayMN! this one shot i'm writing rn is turning out to be wAY too long (again)

i'm enjoying writing it, but i did not mean to write this much, cause, as usual, I ain't no where near done

will this fic do very well, probably not, but oh well, we just keep on rollin'!

in the mean time, appriate the pic layout for the one shot I'm writing rn (Daddy Issues - Johnny x Fem!Reader)

and now that I look at it...this ain't got nothing to do with the fic...oH WELL!!

Daddy Johnny for ya

[therestofmyfandoms]

so ive been watching shangri-la frontier lately - because its amazing - and ive been watching both the dub and the sub. mostly because i usually watch anime dubbed, but ive been so into the story that ive been watching the subs to stay on top of it

and oh boy oh my god. ive seen people talking about how good the show is, and how much sunraku sounds like a japanese gaming youtuber n stuff. but no one has been talking about how much work the dub has been putting in??? sunraku has been saying so much streamer slang that i double over laughing rewatching. "poggers" "suh dude" "f in the chat" dude im going feral over this show i love this so much

[traumainpyjamas]

JOHNNY \\ 푸른 성의 불가사의 | ❮Fact Checkmate EP.1❯ 팩트 리조트 경매장 살인사건

[reincarnated-angel]

tragedy: my parasol wont fit in the damn luggage. how will i ever be mysterious and cool 💔😿?

[xomakara]

👀

daddy

[mejaemin]

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so bossy - johnny suh

wc: 1k summary: deny it all you want, sass him all you want, but you’re definitely johnny’s girl. warnings: blood/injuries, flirty + bad boy!johnny, nerdy ish reader, neighbors to ??? (implied neighbors to lovers) lmk if anything is missing! an: this is sooo rushed but i wanted 2 post it before posting my 600 follower event !!! i hope you all likey 😛

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you’re nose deep in a textbook at a time where your eyes really should be shut when a knock sounds at your door. you simply raise the volume of your speaker, study playlist filling the room as you choose to ignore the outside world and civilization. it works for a while too, and you just about get back into the groove until a rattling sound starts tapping against your window.

you lower the music, squinting to look at what it could be, and groan, loud enough for the person at your window to hear. making your way over, you begrudgingly open the window. you don’t even get a chance to let him in, his heavy body shaking the fire escape (and your entire living room) as he tumbles through the window and hits the floor with a groan.

“get up.” your tone is sharp. “you’re getting dirt, and.. blood, all over my floor.” he mumbles a damn under his breath, and you ignore him, continuing your nagging, “and did you need to use the fire escape? you live in the same building. just use the elevator like a normal person.“

“sorry pretty, don’t want any losers following me home, now do i?” johnny says, voice a little raspy, probably from yelling. he sits down on your kitchen counter, and you’re so ready to yell at him for it until you see just how much he winces when he hops uo there.

after pulling the ever-growing first aid from your bathroom, you make your way to where he’s sitting. even while sitting down, you still have to crane your neck to look at him. with a warm, wet cloth, you begin wiping at the blood on his lips and cheeks. there’s countless spots on his face and jaw that are swollen, split open by whoever he got caught up with.

your finger dips into some ointment, rubbing it over all the sidewalk burns and cuts. he’s actually quite compliant throughout the process, staying silent like you always beg him to be when this happens.

“you’re being oddly good. it’s weird.” you say, hoping to mask your bashfulness when you begin running your finger over his lip, covering it in ointment where the skin is broken.

he smirks, “i’ve already-“ without thinking, you speak over him, murmuring about how he’ll split it open again, grabbing his face to stop his smile. he continues despite you talking, fighting back a laugh at your sudden touchy nature. “-pissed you off enough, haven’t i? can’t hurt to be a little nice.”

“that’s a first.” you say, ignoring anything else he says while trying not to be squeamish as you place butterfly bandages over his skin, standing on your tiptoes to do so. under the dimmed lights of your kitchen, his gaze is hard on your eyes, your cheeks so flushed they match the color of his wounds.

you finish up, throwing away your trash and putting your first aid kit away. it’s a miracle, really, how you managed to push through it with his incessant yapping and flirting, but it’s done. when you come back from putting everything away, he’s still there, having moved to the couch, laying down with his arm covering his eyes.

“are you staying?” you ask, scoffing when you see that he still has his shoes on, ripping them off his feet and bringing them to your front door.

he sits up, his smile full of surprise and flirtatious intent. “oh, so i have a choice now? what’s gotten into you, sweetheart?”

you roll your eyes, pushing his legs off the arm of your couch to sit on it. “if you don’t answer my question, i’ll do it for you.” elbows propped on your knees, you tuck a hair behind your ear, keeping your eyes down.

“i’ll stay, then. ‘s too much work to walk home.” he groans, obnoxiously loud, stretching as he sinks into your couch cushions.

“you live like two doors down, john, don’t be ridiculous,” you call out from down the hallway, reaching into your hall closet for a spare blanket, and a pillow from your bed for him to sleep with. without much care, you throw them in his direction, a grunt sounding when they hit his body.

“aww, i can’t stay in your bed?” he fake pouts, laughing when you give him the most disgusted look while standing over him.

“you stink. and you’re dirty. and bloody.” you say, arms crossed, hugging your cardigan to yourself.

he sits upright, patting the spot next to him. you sit down, the gap between you big enough to keep you comfortable, but still awkward. he leans back, truly making himself comfortable (as if he hadn’t already) by manspreading. he turns to you, appearance lazy and tired, yet full of teasing and romantic energy.

“that wasn’t a no, was it?” he teases, leaning in close. he’s not even trying anything, simply invading your space to get a rise out of you. your eyes widen, leaning back for every inch he gets closer. the inside of your body is on fire, getting even worse when you accidentally look down at his lips. and of course, he notices, his sly grin only getting bigger.

“i-” you sigh, your head falling into your hands. he leans in even closer, arm falling around your back. you shake your head, kicking your feet in a fit of nerves, or who knows what even.

“you’re always so bossy, but you don’t have much to say now, hm?” you peek through your fingers and see him right next to you, at face level, and flinch. he smiles, leaning back in his seat like he had before.

“g- go to sleep, john..” you say, getting up and walking to your bedroom. his eyes follow you the whole time, only shutting when you disappear behind the door. for the rest of the night, your minds are both hooked on the knowledge that no matter how bossy you may be with him, he’s had you wrapped around his finger since the first time you patched him up.

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nct 🏷️ @chenlezip @coquettejunnie

[hameesstuff]

"No Man's Land"

Pairing: militiarycaptain!johnny x doctor!reader

Preview: Johnny Suh is a cold, hardened military captain and Y/N is the new camp doctor. Restrained emotions, quiet tension, and building pressure simmer under the surface until it finally snaps.

Is love in war forbidden?

Genre: Military Romance | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | Angst | Smut

Word Count: ~2.6k

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PART I: Cold Front

The war didn’t wait for introductions.

Y/N barely had time to drop her duffel before she was pulled into the chaos of the forward camp. Blood, shouts, stretcher wheels grinding across concrete. She’d trained for trauma, for triage, for this kind of battlefield. But no amount of schooling prepared her for the way soldiers bled differently when they knew no one was coming to save them.

She pulled on gloves as a nurse ran a checklist beside her. “We lost two this morning. One’s still hanging on. Shrapnel to the chest.”

“And where’s the commanding officer?”

The nurse’s face faltered. “Captain Suh? You’ll know when you hear him.”

Y/N didn’t have to wait long.

“Out of the damn way!” came a clipped, steely bark from the far end of the tent. Heavy boots stormed across the floor like gunfire. “If he’s still breathing, he doesn’t need morphine yet.”

The voice matched the man. Tall, black fatigues soaked in blood and dust, expression carved in granite. Captain Johnny Suh didn’t speak so much as command the air around him. His eyes swept over her like a threat.

“You’re the new doctor.”

It wasn’t a question.

“I am.”

He didn’t offer a hand. “Stay out of my way, do your job, and don’t make promises to the dying. This isn’t a hospital. It’s a graveyard with lighting.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Y/N stood in place, jaw tight.

So that was Johnny Suh.

The first week was hell.

Johnny barely acknowledged her unless it was to bark an order or correct her decision—always in front of others. He criticized her timing, questioned her triage priorities, and once rewrote an entire patient chart in front of her without so much as a word of explanation.

She hated the way he made her feel small.

Worse, she hated the way she noticed him when he wasn’t talking.

The precision of his movements. The unshakable calm in chaos. The bruises that bloomed under his jaw and disappeared before she ever got a chance to ask about them.

She tried not to care. She failed.

It came to a head during a night op.

A soldier was brought in—young, barely conscious, chest blown open. Y/N was already stitching through muscle when Johnny stormed into the room.

“Why the hell are you wasting sutures?” he snapped.

“He still has a pulse,” she shot back.

“Which won’t last long. He’s circling the drain.”

“I don’t abandon people just because they’re inconvenient.”

His eyes darkened. “This isn’t about your morals. It’s about resources.”

She stood, hands bloody. “You don’t get to decide who dies.”

He stepped closer, voice low. “Out here, someone has to.”

They were inches apart. Breathing hard. His eyes dropped to her mouth for half a second before he looked away like it stung.

“I’ll take responsibility for the call,” she said.

“You already have,” he muttered, and walked out.

The soldier lived.

Neither of them talked about it.

Weeks passed.

The insults softened. The silences stretched longer.

One night, she found him outside the med tent, sitting alone on an ammo crate, lighting a cigarette with shaking hands.

“You shouldn’t smoke that,” she said.

Johnny looked up. “You planning to write me up?”

“I’m not your enemy, Captain.”

He took a slow drag, eyes unreadable. “Then don’t try to be my friend.”

But she sat beside him anyway.

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

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PART II: Flashpoint

Rain hammered the tent roof like gunfire. It was late. Everyone else was asleep or pretending to be.

Y/N was in the infirmary finishing paperwork when the flap opened—and Johnny stepped in, soaked and bleeding from the temple.

“I’m fine,” he said, already brushing past her.

“You’re bleeding.”

“It’s a scratch.”

“Sit down.”

He hesitated—then did.

She cleaned the cut in silence. Close enough to smell leather, smoke, and the rain still clinging to his collar. His breath hitched once when her fingers brushed his jaw. She pretended not to notice. He didn’t pull away.

“You’re always alone,” she said quietly. “Even when you’re not.”

His eyes flicked up to hers. “So are you.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

He reached for her wrist, stopping her hand mid-motion. His voice was a whisper now—something more dangerous than shouting.

“You keep touching me like you don’t know what it does to me.”

Y/N’s heart pounded.

“Then tell me to stop.”

He didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in, breath warm against her mouth. His hand slipped to the back of her neck, tentative, then firm. She kissed him first—gentle at first, but it shattered quickly. Months of tension, denial, and quiet longing collided all at once.

He pushed her up against the infirmary wall, tongue slipping past her lips, hands greedy now. Hers tugged at the waistband of his fatigues, fingers trembling—not with fear, but with hunger.

It was desperate, messy, teeth and tongue and the kind of soft gasps you’d only make when you thought no one would ever hear them again.

His hands roamed beneath her shirt, slow but aching, reverent and needy at once.

“God, I hate how much I want this,” he whispered against her throat.

“Then don’t stop,” she breathed.

And he didn’t.

Not until they’d lost all reason and found something that, for once, didn’t feel like war...

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Feedback is welcome :)

[ryozakidesu]

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♯ NEO RECORDS

—⭒ NCT series feat. JAEHYUN, MARK & JOHNNY

➤ One of Seoul’s greatest record label, NEO RECORDS has always been on top of the music industry. Dishing out masterpieces catered only to those who has exquisite taste in music. The label was built from the dirty concrete until it reached the skyline, with artists that bled money, fame and success. Music was their life— but the lyrics doesn’t write itself. It was more than a song— it was a story told with chords, a piece performed with memories, by lips that sung the truth. Well, mostly. After all, lies just sounds better on the mic.

GENRE: ANGST, SMUT

WARNING: ‼️MDNI, toxic themes, explicit sexual content, drug use, violence, crimes, infidelity, obsession, stalking and manipulation.

if you want to be added to tags, lmk!!

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➤ track ⌗ 1: now playing

superman - j.jh

summary ⭑ You knew better than to let yourself be tangled in the so called ‘superman’s sheets. You’ve heard enough— that he’s far from the beloved superhero everybody adored. Whilst Clark Kent lived with dignity, honor and justice, Jeong Jaehyun thrived with sex, money and fame. You? Well, you’d live to be his kryptonite, making it your mission to see superman on his knees, ruining him for everybody else.

“ Is it a bird? A plane? No, it’s fucking Jeong Jaehyun. ”

GENRE: Angst, Fluff, Smut

WARNINGS: MDNI,toxic themes, obsession, manipulation, jealousy, explicit sexual themes, language, possessiveness, drugs&alcohol, morally flawed characters, violence, infamous!jaehyun x fem!reader

Exp. WC: 15k -20k

➤ track ⌗ 2: now playing

call me back - l.mk

summary ⭑ “Uh, hey.. it’s Mark again. Hmm, just leaving a message just in case… you know what, nevermind. Uhm, yeah.. I’m performing at your hometown tonight… a few special songs I wrote.. for— Ah, fuck this is pathetic.. anyways, yeah. I know I’ve said this a million time but.. call me back, yeah?” Mark knows you wouldn’t answer, he doesn’t even know if you still have the same number. Nonetheless, he still calls you— leaves a message, as if it’d change the fact that you’re not his anymore. As if it’ll erase the mistake he made. One mistake that left him here, settling in your dialtone. He hears it again,

“We’re sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time.”

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: MDNI, toxic themes, cheating/infedelity, explicit sexual content, language, drugs&alcohol, ex!mark x fem!reader, violence

Exp. WC: 15k -20k

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heartless - s.jn

summary ⭑ Neo Records wasn’t always the best, just like any other— it had to start from something. Johnny Suh made the label from his own blood and sweat, building straight from the ruins, holding into his ambition as power until he engraved his name onto the solid grounds of the industry. However— behind a man who has everything, was a woman that gave him exactly that, everything. A woman who left him scarred for years. He had never thought he’d see you again, but here you are— standing in front of him, ready to ruin him all over again. But he’ll be damned if he’d let you— a woman so heartless, claim his legacy and destroy him again.

“I hope I’ll haunt you with the idea that I would’ve fought for us ‘til the very fucking end.”

GENRE: Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: MDNI, toxic themes, explicit sexual content, language, drugs&alcohol, ceo!johnnny x fem!reader, extreme violence, infidelity, obsession, crime

Exp. WC: 15k-20k

note: ok so.. don’t kill me. i just thought yk… the jh fic sounded really good as a standalone but what IF we make another series thats NOT gonna take years to make??? right?? no?? oh… well okay. ig you guys just gotta trusts me then🙏 let me cook smth gewwddd!!

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©ryozakidesu, 2023

[jae10velies]

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[multifandomslxt]

Quiet Rage

MDNI

MINORS GO AWAY

Pairing: bsf!Johnny x reader

Synopsis: You wanted to test a theory and ended up making Johnny "Quiet Rage" Suh pissed all the way off. Surely he wouldn't take it out on you though right? after all, you were his best friend.

WARNING: THIS IS SMUT...arguably one of my dirtiest yet. reader is a little shit and Johnny is the quiet guy in the friend group. Johnny in glasses. Dirty and I mean DIRTY talk. spit, sweat, mentions of bruising skin, drooling, overstimulation, exhibitionism via video call, just dirty stuff alright

A/N: This took forever to get out and I apologize for that. it's exam season and I really wanted this out so I pulled some all-nighters. so I apologize for the grammatical errors and so on. I'm very very nervous about this because I did not expect the teaser to get that much attention. but anyway, enjoyyy. @neoculturecollectives @calibabii21

"I swear, Johnny's into you," your girlfriend claims, and you almost spit out your latte. You shoot her a look, throat burning, and coffee dribbling down your chin. "What the hell makes you say that?"

She rolls her eyes, handing you a napkin. "Come on, babe. The guy gives you that intense stare all the time."

You stare at her in disbelief. "He gives everyone that stare. It's just Johnny."

She grunts in frustration. "Y/n, he calls you 'baby' for crying out loud."

You shrug, trying to play it cool. "So? It's not like it's some romantic declaration."

This scenario is all too familiar, and it annoys you. People always misread Johnny and you, trying to turn your perfectly platonic relationship into something more.

"Alright, if you're so confident, come with me to Jay's party tonight," she challenges.

Your heart sinks.

Jay, aka Jaehyun, is her boyfriend, and you've crossed paths quite a bit. But you already know you can't go.

"He doesn't like you like that, right? So let's settle it, Y/n. Let's end the speculation."

"That's dumb. I don't need to prove anything," you argue. But truth be told, your heart is still doing somersaults. You both know why you won't go, or rather, can't.

Johnny has this strict no-party rule for you. Sounds stupid, but it's his way of keeping you safe. One bad experience with some idiot led to this.

"Come on, just this once, and I'll drop it, promise," she pleads.

"Fine" you reply, already feeling your energy drain.

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You find yourselves in what's supposed to be Jay's living room turned dance floor.

"Where's that man?" your friend complains beside you.

You hadn't been paying much attention to her anyway. Tonight, you're on a mission to prove a point. Yep, you're scanning for Johnny.

"Yo, ladies!" A familiar voice greets you from behind.

It's Mark. Awkward, cute, and definitely on some kind of high.

weed probably

"Markieee." you smiled and hugged him.

"Have you seen Jay?" your friend asks, not even bothering to greet Mark.

"In the upstairs bathroom," Mark replies, the thumping bass of the music echoing through the house.

"Thanks, y/n, call me if you need me," she says, her voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and chatter.

"Okay," you agree, even though you know she's most likely going to be too busy to pick up. With that, she confidently stalks off into the lively chaos to find her man.

You're still hugging Mark throughout that, the music's pulsating rhythm vibrating through your bodies, and neither of you makes a move to release the other.

"Markie, how high are you right now?" you ask, half amused and half concerned, the scent of various substances hanging in the air.

"I'm not high," he insists, his words slightly slurred.

Yep, he's as high as a damn kite. "Alright, let's get you seated," you decide, guiding him through the animated crowd.

You hug him a little tighter to your side as you maneuver through the sea of people, completely unaware that the man you had been scanning for was silently observing you from across the dimly lit room.

Johnny tilts his head ever so slightly, the ambient lights flickering, casting enigmatic shadows on his intense expression as he observes you cradling the nearly unconscious Mark in your arms.

"Yo, Johnny! Where you goin'?" Heachan's voice echoes from the kitchen, where the clinking of glasses and laughter weave through the air.

"You can't bail on me now, man. You promised to try this strain with me," Hexhan pleads, his tone a mix of whining and cajoling.

"Another time," Johnny responds tersely, striding away without a backward glance.

Johnny can't fathom any sober reason for Mark to be draped over you like that.

"And you shouldn't even be here," Johnny muses to himself.

"Y/n," his gruff voice calls out, a single word that carries volumes.

You pivot, finding yourself face to face with your long-time best friend, a man whose relationship with you blurs between suspected boyfriend, occasional fling, or perhaps something more permanent.

His towering figure looms over you like an impending storm, his mouth contorted in a sneer, eyebrows knitted in displeasure. A quick appraisal reveals he's opted for a relaxed ensemble tonight—black hoodie and grey joggers, his signature black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

"Johnny, I've been looking for you. Where the hell were y--"

"Y/n, have I ever told you that your tits make the best pillows ever? Oh my god," Mark interjects, completely oblivious to Johnny's presence.

In one swift motion, Johnny shoves Mark away, causing him to collide with people behind you.

"Johnny, what the fuck!" you gasp, caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? I'm only asking once," Johnny demands, his hand firmly gripping the back of your neck, forcefully pulling you into the shelter of his chest.

"Answer the question."

"I'm here for you," you assert, making no attempt to deceive.

"You could've called me if you missed me so much, baby," he responds, his voice softening, and his eyebrows gradually easing.

"Yeah, I know, but I wanted to have fun too," you argue.

It becomes apparent that you've made the wrong choice as his hand tightens slightly around your neck.

"Have fun at home. No parties. I'm sure I told you that," his voice remains calm, but the increasing pressure on the back of your neck contradicts his demeanor.

"Go home. Now," he states, leaving no room for argument.

For a moment, your body twitches as if to comply, but it seems you're on a defiant streak tonight.

"No. I'll stay and have fun. I've seen you now, so I'll just go look for the others and enjoy myself," you declare.

He stares at you, a blank facial expression revealing nothing.

"Y/n, baby, go home," he says softly.

Successfully prying yourself from his grip, you retort, "No."

You stalk off, leaving him standing in the middle of the living room, hands straight by his sides, and his gaze unwaveringly black yet watchful.

As you navigate through the crowd, encounter familiar faces here and there.

~

You find yourself on your umpteenth shot of tequila when, unexpectedly, you're invited to a game of truth or dare, courtesy of Haechan.

Johnny is nowhere to be found, and the absence begins to stir a sense of worry and nervousness within you.

The game had unfolded over an extended period, leaving your mind increasingly hazy with each passing moment. Holding your liquor was never your forte.

You observed as the bottle spun and twirled before ultimately settling on the guy positioned beside you.

"dare" the guy simply said.

"I dare you to kiss y/n," Haechan's slurred yet mischievous voice announced.

As Haechan proclaimed his dare, Johnny ambled into the room, seemingly oblivious to your presence, it left you feeling bothered and angry.

Fine, you mused, if he's going to act that way.

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol coursing through your system or some other inscrutable force, but you found yourself impulsively lunging towards the guy next to you. Teeth clashed in a messy, audacious kiss, and, fueled by the audacity of the dare, you dared to explore further by delving your tongue into his mouth.

A cheer erupted from the onlookers, making your heart swell.

Basking in the attention, you pushed the boundaries, only to be abruptly seized by the neck for the second time that night, this time by none other than Johnny himself.

Without hesitation, he mused, "Go to the car and sit. I'll be there soon."

"But, Joh—"

"Go. To. The. Car, Y/n, and shut your fucking mouth. I said I'll be there soon," he asserted, his words punctuated through gritted teeth.

~

The last ten minutes had passed in utter silence as both of you sat in the car.

When Johnny finally slid into the driver's seat, his gaze never once met yours. Without a word, he started the car and left the party, only sparing you attention when he needed to secure your seatbelt.

The oppressive silence weighed on you.

"That was a fun game, wasn't it?" you ventured, attempting to break the tension.

Silence persisted.

"I bet Haechan has a video of it. Probably gonna send it to the group later," you added, attempting to inject a touch of levity into the atmosphere, though your laughter carried an undercurrent of awkwardness.

"Quit playing with me." He bites back, completely unamused by your attempt at a joke.

Your body stills as you stare wide-eyed at the man beside you. You didn't expect that from him. He wasn't the type to be so aggressive, especially with you.

"I didn't mean for that to happen, John." You said weakly. He had to understand, you were just trying to get his attention.

"But it did y/n and now I'm gonna have to show you what happens when you don't fucking listen" He rages quietly, eyes still on the road ahead.

It was always quiet with him.

little did you know.

To the untrained eye, he seemed cool and collected. But, you could tell he wasn't quite there. Maybe it was the way he squeezed the life out of the steering wheel or how he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw. Or, you know, the massive tent in his pants…

either way, you knew

somehow, you managed to piss off Johnny Suh.

"I suggest you start thinking of a way to apologize because you have no fucking idea what I have planned for you." He momentarily looks at you just long enough for you to see the dangerous glint in his eyes

~

Arriving at Johnny's apartment, you found yourself comfortably settled on his couch while he busied himself in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water for you. Since his remark on the way here, a palpable silence hung in the air.

As he approached you with the glass of water, he broke the silence, "Thought of a way to apologize yet?"

You glanced up at him from your spot on the couch. "I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," you managed to utter, your gaze dropping to the floor, a strange sense of shame washing over you.

He snorted in response, "That's all you came up with, Y/n?"

Meeting his disappointed gaze, you took a deep breath. "I should've known better," you added quietly.

He sighed, handing you the glass of water. "Drink."

Taking the glass from his hands, you started sipping as he watched you in silence. Then, without breaking eye contact, he nonchalantly remarked, "I'm going to fuck some sense into you and then fuck it out of you."

You choked on your water, hastily wiping at your mouth as you stared at him in disbelief.

"Your apology wasn't going to satisfy me anyway. I made up my mind when you said no the first time," he asserted, his tone casual yet loaded with an underlying intensity that left you flustered and strangely intrigued.

"And what if I don't want it." You daringly ask.

you knew you did.

The way he was watching you made that clear as day.

"Then say no." He shrugs

"Now finish the drink and head upstairs when you're done."he adds

and you did exactly that.

~

Johnny was a man. You knew that, he knew that, and the whole world knew that. But sometimes, it felt like you didn't always keep that obvious characteristic at the forefront of your mind, as you should have.

Entering the room, nothing struck you as special. It was the same as always: his bed in the middle of the space, surrounded by walls adorned with retro posters and pictures he had taken over the years with friends, family, and you. Despite the numerous times you had visited his home, particularly his room, it didn't feel as intimate as it did now, and for some reason, that excited you.

As you let your gaze wander, movement from the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and you turned your focus to a strangely quiet Johnny.

You both stood in silence, staring at each other for what felt like long, drawn-out minutes.

"I didn't think I'd have to tell you to strip, y/n," he said seriosusly.

You hiccup, startled. "E-excuse me?"

He stepped closer to you. "Fucking strip."

Your heart hammered in your chest at the complete unfamiliarity of the situation.

"John, you can't be seri—"

His hands fisted in your hair, causing you to tilt your head up, meeting his hard gaze. "Strip. I won't ask again. You're always free to leave, y/n, but you and I both know you don't want to."

~

"move your hand"

you twist and turn writhing your body all over his bed, hand trying to stop his fingers from fucking into you.

"Johnny, please! I said i was sorry " you scream as tears line your eyes

"I said move your fucking hand" he grabs your writs and pins the above your head

his fingers pummeling into you repeatedly. long and thick. you felt like you could feel all the ridges and callouses on them. all the fucking veins. it was torture.

SQUELCH SQUELCH

you try to squeeze your thighs together only for him to pry them back open almost immediately.

it was almost embarrassing just how wet you were really

"God. Fuck you're all over my sheets baby hmm" he moans his eyes never leaving your pussy.

almost.

that did it for you though

"Johnny, Johnny m'cumming"

“not yet baby”

you couldn't hold it

“Y/n, I said not yet” his actions contradicted his words as his fingers curled rubbing against your g spot

your body involuntarily shoots up off the bed as your lower abdomen contracts

"I can't hold it."

You cum with a high-pitched scream. Squirting all over Johnny's hand before lifelessly falling back on the bed.

you’re trying to get your breathing under control when you hear Johnny’s displeased voice

"you don't fucking listen do you"

fingers still in you, he manages to add even more pleasure relentlessly pumping into you

your legs start trembling from the intense pressure building in your abdomen once again.

Your scream is ear piercing as you cum for the fourth time

fifth...

you don't even know.

gosh, He hadn't even fucked you yet

you didn't even realize the drool running down your chin. eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, your skin gleaming with sweat and thighs trembling. Your chest heaved as you breathed hard still coming down from your high.

In Johnny's eyes, you looked so fucked out and so fucking pretty.

He knew his version of foreplay was intense but he also knew he took it a bit further just for you.

his stubborn girl. He loved it but you needed to be taught a lesson.

with your mouth wide agape, he takes the opportunity of your oblivious state and shoves his middle and index finger down your throat causing you to gag.

"taste yourself...that's right baby suck my fingers clean" He coos as your mouth clings to his fingers.

when satisfied he pulls his away

"knees" is all he says.

you mumble uncoherent words trying to tell him you can't get up but it seems he is already way ahead of you helping you get comfortable in your position on the floor.

He begins to pull his sweatpants down revealing his erection fighting against the fabric of his black underwear. he wastes no time in pulling his cock out and you almost drool.

so harsh but so fucking pretty.

big and veiny with the prettiest pink tip. No wonder the foreplay was so intense. there was no way he was gonna fit without stretching you that much.

You look up at him with hopeful eyes. you wanted him in your mouth so fucking bad your pussy actually ached.

"So cute," he spits in the palm of his hand before bringing it down to stroke his cock.

"open and suck" He states.

Wasting no time your hands replace his and you begin to pump his pretty cock. you lick from the base of his pretty cock to the even prettier pink tip teasing him just a little with small kitten licks

"no teasing" he warns.

But of course, you don't listen continuing to push him over the edge with those kitten licks. even having the audacity to maintain eye contact while doing it.

You see the way his jaw clenches as he loses his patience and grabs the back of your head thrusting and forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat.

Your eyes widen and begin to water as you start to harshly breathe through your nose.

Gagging multiple times as he continues to relentlessly fuck your mouth

"no teasing and you continue to fucking tease huh? who's fucking in charge here y/n? Who's fucking cock's fucking your pretty mouth?"

not being able to speak you hum around his cock watching as his gaze becomes more sadistic by the second.

"Ah fuck, you're gonna make me cum like this baby?" you hum in response causing him to groan from the vibrations

"Ah, shit"

You watch his expression contort into a pained one before he somehow manages to make his cock hit even further than the back of your throat and cums in your mouth.

"Dont waste it, baby, swallow for me" he says airly

you swallowed his mouth full of cum. loving the pleasantly salty taste.

you wheezed and choked so overwhelmed with just how rough Johnny really was.

Where was this side of him hiding?

holy fuck

"your mouth, keep it open," he grumbles still heaving firm his previous orgasm.

you open your mouth a gain forming an 'O' shape and surprise takes you as he spits in your mouth before lightly slapping you across the face.

your hair was all over the place and your entire face was decorated with a mixture of precum, smudged makeup, tears, snot, and sweat

"Atta Girl." he praises you.

He helps you to your feet before giving you a quick peck on your lips

"turn around and bend over. Yeah just like that... spread your legs for me"

you used the bed as support as you got into the desired position.

he wastes no time thrusting his cock into you rough and hard.

the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your pussy around him cause your knees to buckle as you threaten to lose your stance.

You were gonna cum soon.

feeling your swaying form, he grabs your neck pulling you into him as your back meets his chest

"don't you fucking dare" he threatens.

"Ah... please please, please! m'sorry... m'so sorry I won't do it again just please make me cum john, I'll be good I swear" you cry gasping for air between words. soon your sentences jumble into a whole lot of nothing.

he keeps his hand wrapped around your neck as he uses the other to hold your hand behind your back

"no. Cum when I say so. you need to learn to fucking listen."

snapping his hips at a quick pace.

the area around your hips already beginning to bruise from how hard he was holding you.

"t'much please johnny!" You scream as your legs begin to shake for the umpteenth time

"you can fucking take it. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off? Having mark all on you like that?" he says begrudgingly

he grabs your left breast and squeezes your nipple hard enough for your pussy to clench around him

"so damn sensitive" he whispers in awe.

he pulls out and pushes you on the bed. you look back and he's

standing over you with messy hair, dark eyes, and a cock so erect it slapped against his stomach with the slightest movement.

"get on your back and spread your legs" he says pulling your legs to the edge of the bed .

You flip over and he immediately fucks into you even harder than before.

once again your hands flay erratically as you scream trying to get away from the aching pleasure that was starting to make you see double.

"look at that baby, " he coos eyes staring at your stomach.

you look down and see his cock bulging in your lower abdomen.

You gasp at the sight

'Johnny please" you whimper not even sure what you are asking for.

"I might just fuck a baby into you. keep you home like a good little wife hmm." he says seriously, eyes still set on the bulging in your lower abdomen.

you clenched around him liking the sound of carrying his children

"you like that huh? " He groans

you nod as tears start to stream down your face.

suddenly he stops thrusting causing you to cry out

"Just gimmie a second baby gotta fix your mistake," he says as he reaches over to his nightstand picking up his phone.

"I'm calling Mark " he says nonchalantly causing your heart to race.

"you're off-limits and they fucking know that but it seems all of you need to be reminded of how things are tonight hm?"

the dial tone blares out before a muffled "hello?" comes through the speaker. Mark.

"watch " Johnny says before he thrusts into you so fucking deep you could taste him

you moan loudly

barley registering the "fucking hell, man" that comes from the phone. That was Haechan

'watch' Johnny had said earlier and you begin to understand that it was a video call.

Mark and Haechan were witnessing Johnny fuck you into oblivion.

"see this? this is my fucking pussy and nobody else can fucking have it." he fucks your relentlessly a familiar feeling building in your stomach.

"j-johnny its t'much"

"nah, you can fucking take it."

"oh, fuck! " you scream into the pillow

"my fucking pussy and she can't give it away ain't that right y/n"

"mhmm" you say not having the strength actually speak.

you cum with a shiver and a whine and even then he didn't stop

still drilling his cock into you

overstimulating you more and more

you try to get away and he never once let his cock leave you.

"tell them how many times you cum tonight." He challenges, knowing full well that you couldn't form a word much less a sentence at the moment.

you mutter random words too fucked out to think

a sharp slap to your face brings you back

"how many fucking times?" he says through clenched teeth

"Alot" you scream.

"good girl" he says before hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room.

"just give me one more" he continues.

you moan as your toes curl from the overwhelming sensations building in your stomach

with a sharp thrust, you squirt all over Johnny's cock just as he cums inside you.

"next time you do that shit I’ll fuck you right in front of them instead of over the phone."

[jikookncity]

ExBoyfriendFarmer!Johnny x Model!Reader (smut - rewritten)

WC: 5k, REALLY FILTHY, oral sex, raw sex, spitting, choking, slapping, barn sex, dirty talk, etc.

Y/N came to the country to escape.

One week alone. No cameras. No screaming stylists. No modelling. Just air, sky, silence.

The remote farmhouse Airbnb was supposed to be empty. She picked it because it sat on acres of untouched land and came with a barn for “atmosphere.” Rustic. Quiet.

What the listing didn’t mention was that the barn still belonged to the original owner’s grandson.

And that he lived next door.

And that he was Johnny Suh — her ex. Her filthy-mouthed, cocky, devastatingly good-in-bed ex who’d once made her come three times in the back of his pickup without even taking off her dress.

She hadn’t seen him in years.

But the moment she stepped onto the porch with her suitcase, he was already there. Shirtless. Sweaty. Smirking.

“Well, well, look what the city spat out.”

She stared. “You live here?”

He leaned against the porch rail, muscles on full display, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his low-hung jeans. “Barn’s mine now. So technically, you’re on my land.”

She turned to go back to the car.

“Aw, c’mon now,” he called lazily. “Don’t go. I’ve been real lonely out here. Ain’t got anyone to—” His eyes raked down her body. “—distract me lately.”

She turned around and glared at him. She didn't want him to know how badly he got under her skin. This was her stay that she already paid for and she was gonna follow through.

She walked past him into the house "my bags are in the car." Johnny held back a smirk. Still a brat and still stubborn. He was gonna make sure she had a hard time while she was here.

Day 1: The Breakfast Delivery

She opened the door to find him shirtless again — sweat glistening on his abs, jeans hanging low, and a damn egg carton in his hand.

“Figured you could use somethin’ fresh in your mouth,” Johnny said, tongue curling against his bottom lip.

Y/N blinked. “It’s 7 a.m.”

“Mornin’s the best time,” he said, stepping a little closer. “That’s when you used to be the neediest, remember? Used to wake up grindin’ on me like you couldn’t even wait to get my cock inside you.”

Her jaw dropped. “Johnny—!”

He grinned, unapologetic. “What? Just reminiscin’. Still got that whimper you used to make memorized. Sounded like you were beggin’ me to wreck you before you even opened your eyes.”

She snatched the eggs and slammed the door, heart pounding, thighs aching.

Day 2: The Horse Ride

She tried to hike the trail alone. Peace. Quiet.

Wrong.

He rode up slow and smug, straddling the horse bareback — white tank top and dark blue jeans — and tilted his head like a challenge.

“Dressed like that for me?” he asked, nodding to her shorts.

She didn’t answer.

He leaned down, boots nudging her pace. “Still don’t wear panties, huh? Easy access,” he murmured. “Not that you ever needed help. You used to hike your skirt up all on your own and beg me to fuck you in the back of the truck.”

Her mouth fell open. “Jesus—”

He laughed low. “Don’t act all innocent now. You remember the night you let me eat you out with your legs over the dash, don’t you?”

She nearly tripped.

“Had your heels diggin’ into the window while you screamed my name,” he added casually. “I licked you so good you nearly cried.”

“Johnny!”

“Just sayin’. Country air’s good for loosening you up. Maybe next time I see you out here, you’ll be wearin’ that sweet little sundress with no bra. Let those pretty tits bounce while you beg me to touch you again.”

She stormed off.

But she didn’t stop him from watching her ass the whole way back.

Day 3: The Porch

She was curled up with a book and a glass of wine, the sun setting gold behind the trees.

Johnny strolled up like he owned the damn horizon. Straw hat. Fitted white tee clinging to his chest. That cocky fucking walk.

“Thought about you last night,” he said as he leaned on the porch rail.

“Don’t,” she warned, setting down her glass.

“Too late. Got hard just rememberin’ how you used to gag yourself on my cock while beggin’ me to come down your throat.”

Her face burned. “Are you insane?”

He laughed, deep and dirty. “Nope. Just honest. You loved how nasty we got. The mess, the bruises, the way you’d look up at me with spit drippin’ down your chin and ask if you were my good little slut.”

She stared, stunned silent.

He leaned in, voice dropping. “You were filthy, baby. Don’t pretend you weren’t. You came on my tongue, my fingers, my boots. You humped my thigh once so hard I thought you were gonna pass out.”

Her breath caught.

He smiled. “Bet you miss it. That ache. That stretch. That first thrust when you’re too tight and it hurts just right.”

“I need air,” she muttered, standing.

“You need to be fucked,” he corrected. “Good and hard and bent over that railing. Maybe I’ll do it at midnight. Under the stars. Let the crickets hear how loud you still are.”

She fled.

But not before he saw the way her thighs squeezed together.

Midnight. Day 4. The Barn.

She stumbled in barefoot, breath ragged, robe clutched to her chest. The barn was cool and dark, the air thick with hay and heat.

Y/n needed some damn air from all the heat Johnny was throwing at her. She thought she was alone.

Then a slow clap echoed behind her.

“I knew you’d come,” Johnny said, stepping out from the shadows.

Her heart leapt. “You followed me?”

“Nope,” he said, stopping a foot away. “I waited. Knew sooner or later you’d break. You always do when you’re horny and pissed.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled darkly. “That’s the idea, sweetheart. Or maybe you wanna fuck me this time. Ride me like you used to, leave scratches down my back and drool on my cock.”

“Johnny—!”

“You gonna keep pretending, sweetheart?” His eyes dropped to her mouth. “Or are you ready to admit how bad you need me to ruin you?”

She bit her lip.

He leaned in closer, noses brushing.

“You remember how I used to fuck you on my tailgate? How you used to cry for it?”

Her knees almost buckled.

He smirked again.

“Yeah, you remember. Mouth open, drooling, whining until I let you come. Bet you miss choking on it, don’t you?”

Her lips parted, a shaky breath escaping.

Johnny leaned in even closer—lips almost grazing hers.

“You gonna kiss me, or keep pretending you’re not thinking about how good my cock would feel down your throat?”

That did it.

She snapped.

Y/N grabbed his face and kissed him hard—desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and frustration. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling. And Johnny groaned into her mouth, lips hot and greedy as he kissed her back like he was starving.

“Fuck, there she is,” he growled, biting her lip. “Kiss me like you mean it, baby.”

She moaned.

He kissed her again, then pulled back just an inch, licking into her mouth, slow and filthy while peeling off her top.

“You wanna be good for me?” he whispered against her lips.

She nodded.

“Then get on your knees.”

She dropped.

The hay scratched her knees, but she didn’t care—hands already tugging his sweats down, mouth open, eyes wild.

“Desperate little thing,” he rasped, watching her. “All that rich girl pride gone the second I drop my pants.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock—thick and heavy and already leaking.

“You gonna worship it?”

“Yes—Johnny, please—”

“Then do it.”

She leaned in, tongue dragging up the underside before she sucked the tip into her mouth, slow and messy, eyes rolling back.

Johnny groaned above her.

“That’s it. Just like that. Tongue out—fuck—you missed this, didn’t you?”

She gagged slightly, pushing deeper, spit dribbling down her chin as she bobbed faster, hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.

“You suck it better than I remember,” he muttered, grabbing her hair. “So fuckin’ eager to please. You like making a mess for me?”

She moaned around him.

“Yeah, you do. Look at you—tears in your eyes, drool all over your tits, all because I told you to get on your knees.”

He thrust gently, shallow but firm, guiding her. She took it—wanted it, loving every second of the way he used her mouth like it belonged to him.

He hissed, pulling her off with a wet pop, cock glistening.

“Stand up.”

She obeyed, legs shaky.

Then—

“Turn around.”

She did.

He yanked her shorts down, panties soaked and clinging. He bent her over the hay bale, spreading her open with a groan.

“Fucking dripping.”

His fingers slipped through her folds, then smacked her pussy hard enough to make her jolt.

“Louder,” he growled.

“Johnny—!”

He chuckled darkly.

“You know what comes next.”

She nodded quickly, breathless. “Yes. Please.”

And he fucked her.

Rough. Deep. Filthy.

The chain swung with each thrust, slapping her back, catching her cheek.

And she fucking loved it.

“Whose cunt is this, baby?” he grunted, rutting into her.

“Yours—Johnny, it’s yours—always—”

“That’s right,” he growled, hand fisting her hair. “Gonna fuck you so dumb you forget every man who ever looked at you since me.”

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her.

“Ride me.”

She wrapped her legs around him, guiding him back in, riding him fast and needy, moaning into his mouth between open-mouthed kisses.

“You take it so good,” he panted, thrusting up into her from below. “Greedy little thing. I knew you’d come back.”

She kissed him again, sloppy, tongue desperate.

He snapped his hips.

She screamed.

And when they both came—hard, twitching, gasping—he kissed her through it, slow and filthy, hand cupping her cheek.

“Still think you’re better off without me?” he whispered.

She was too gone to answer.

So he fucked her again.

Johnny had her pinned to the barn wall, cock buried deep, arms locked under her thighs — and Y/N couldn’t stop moaning.

Not because of how deep he was. Not just because of the way he fucked her like she was weightless.

But because of him. The way he held her. The way his biceps bulged with every bounce, sweat glistening down his neck, jaw tight with control.

“You’re really fuckin’ into this, huh?” he panted, slamming into her harder. “All I gotta do is lift you up, and you melt.”

Her nails dragged down the swell of his arm, scratching the muscle, making him groan.

“You’re so strong,” she whispered, breathless, before she leaned in and bit his bicep hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” Johnny hissed, grinning, cock twitching inside her. “You got a strength kink, baby?”

Y/N didn’t answer.

She licked the bite mark instead — then dragged her tongue up his shoulder, across his throat, tasting the salt of his sweat. She moaned into his skin like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, rutting harder. “You’re licking me now?”

She didn’t stop.

She licked across his jaw, up his cheek, then filthily dragged her tongue into his mouth — kissing him like she was trying to crawl down his throat, tongue everywhere, spit mixing, messy and hungry and insane.

Johnny groaned into her mouth, bouncing her harder, slamming her back against the wall. “You nasty little thing,” he gasped. “Lickin’ up my sweat while I fuck you? You’re gonna make me come just from that.”

She whined against his mouth, loving it — desperate, soaking, cockdrunk. Her legs tightened around his waist, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging, biting his lip between every kiss.

“You love it,” she breathed. “You love me all over you.”

Johnny snapped.

“I fucking adore it,” he growled, hand slipping down to grab her ass, bouncing her rougher. “I want you to suck my sweat off every inch of me when we’re done. You wanna do that, baby? Clean me up with that filthy little mouth?”

She nodded frantically, tongue slipping back into his mouth as she kissed him again, messier than ever — and all the while, he kept fucking her up against the barn wall like she weighed nothing.

And she came like that — tongue in his mouth, scratching his arms, moaning into his throat while he held her up like she was made for him.

Johnny set her down on the hay, both of them still breathless, her thighs shaking, body wrecked — but her eyes didn’t move from him. Not his face. Not his chest. Not the way his abs flexed as he caught his breath, his tan skin glistening with sweat, the chain around his neck dragging lower with each heavy exhale.

She crawled forward on her knees, eyes wide, mouth already open.

“Y/N…” Johnny warned, breathless, amused.

But she didn’t speak.

She licked his abs instead — slow and filthy — from the V of his hips up the middle of his torso, following the sweat trail with her tongue like it was nectar.

“Jesus fucking—” he hissed, watching her. “You’re a freak.”

Her eyes flicked up, gleaming.

“You like this?” he asked, grin crooked, hips twitching. “You get off on licking my sweat like a damn animal?”

She moaned and nodded, licking higher, dragging her tongue across the slope of his chest, biting his pec just because she could. Then her tongue snaked over his bicep again, licking it like it was her favorite dessert, hands gripping his arms like a lifeline.

Johnny watched her with a look that could scorch the barn to the ground.

“You’re the real nasty one,” he muttered, thumb dragging over her spit-slick cheek. “Not me. I thought I was the filthy fucker — but look at you.”

Y/N didn’t care.

She licked his neck, open-mouthed and slow, up his jaw, across his cheek — and then her tongue dipped into his mouth again, kissing him deep and dirty, spit smearing between them. Johnny groaned, grabbing the back of her neck and tasting himself on her tongue.

“You like tasting my sweat while I fuck your mouth, huh?” he whispered against her lips.

She moaned.

“You wanna be my good little clean-up girl?”

Another nod. Another whimper.

He pulled her down by the hair, guiding her between his legs, his cock still glistening from her earlier efforts and the wreckage they’d just made.

“You want this, baby?” he asked, voice low. “Wanna lick my cock clean too?”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She dragged her tongue along the base, licking everything — his shaft, the underside, the head — moaning while she tasted herself on him.

“Goddamn,” Johnny groaned, watching her with hungry eyes. “You’re obsessed with me. You gonna suck me off till there’s not a drop left?”

She took him in deep, choking slightly, tears already pricking her eyes as she worked him with greedy, messy licks.

“Yeah,” he grunted, hand in her hair. “That’s right. Filthy little freak, can’t get enough of her ex’s cock. Can’t stop licking every inch of me like I’m the last fucking meal on earth.”

She moaned around him, swallowing him down.

And Johnny just laughed — dark, cocky, wrecked.

“My nasty girl.”

Johnny’s cock twitched in her mouth, and he hissed, hand tightening in her hair.

“Fuck—just like that—goddamn, baby…”

Y/N was moaning around him, tongue messy, cheeks hollowing like she lived for it. He watched her eyes water, her mouth stretch around him, spit dripping down her chin and pooling between her tits. Her hands gripped his thighs like she needed to hold on for dear life.

“You’re so good,” he groaned, head tilting back. “Fuck—you’re so good to me. You gonna swallow all of it? Every fucking drop?”

She gave him one more look — messy, desperate, ruined — and sucked harder.

That’s all it took.

He came with a deep groan, hips jerking, and she took all of it, swallowing around him, not even pulling back as he panted through it. He looked down at her, fucked-out and perfect on her knees, tongue still out.

“You little slut,” he muttered, smirking. “Come here.”

She barely had time to breathe before he grabbed her chin and kissed her again — full tongue, tasting himself on her lips, moaning into her mouth like he couldn’t get enough of her filth.

“Swallowed it like you were starving,” he said against her lips, kissing her again, messier. “You love tasting my come, huh?”

The Morning After

“I was drunk on adrenaline,” Y/N said, staring straight ahead as she sat at the little patio table, coffee untouched.

Johnny didn’t look up from where he leaned lazily against the railing, shirtless again, chewing on a toothpick, eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

“You were drunk on my dick,” he said, casual as ever.

She snapped her head toward him. “It was just a moment.”

He smirked. “You came twice. Screamin’.”

“Sexual tension doesn’t mean anything.”

“You licked my chest like it was covered in whipped cream.”

She stood, flustered. “That’s not—! I’m not doing that again.”

He chuckled, low and cocky. “Sure, sweetheart. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Midnight. The Next Night.

She couldn’t sleep.

Again.

She’d tossed and turned for hours, sheets damp between her thighs, replaying the barn in her head. His voice. His hands. The stretch. That fucking grin when he knew he’d broken her.

She hated him.

She hated how much she wanted him.

Barefoot and silent, she slipped out of the house and into the night.

But she didn’t go to the barn.

She crept across the gravel path.

And slipped into his bedroom.

He was lying shirtless, one arm flung above his head, the other resting low on his stomach — like he knew she'd come.

And when she crawled onto the bed, straddling his thighs and tugging the covers down?

“Midnight snack, huh?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and amusement.

“Shut up,” she whispered, yanking his waistband down.

“Ooh, desperate little thing,” he chuckled. “Can’t stop thinkin’ about this cock, huh?”

She ignored him, leaned down, and sucked him into her mouth in one smooth, hungry motion.

“Fuck—shit, Y/N—”

She moaned around him, bobbing her head like she couldn’t get him deep enough. Saliva dripped down her chin, her hand twisting around the base, messy, needy, obscene. She was ravenous — mouth stretched wide, spit glistening, her eyes rolling back when he hit the back of her throat.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, hands sliding into her hair. “You suck cock like you’re starved for it. Like you’d die without the taste of me.”

She pulled off with a gasp, drool connecting her lips to his tip. “Shut the fuck up.”

“You love this,” he panted, watching her lick a stripe from base to head. “You’re fuckin’ obsessed, princess.”

She glared up at him, then dove back down.

Faster this time. No mercy.

She gagged on him, messy and wild, spit pooling under her as her thighs rubbed together for friction.

When he came, it was with a strangled, “Fucking hell, baby—”, and she didn’t stop. Swallowed every drop. Lips locked tight.

But then—she paused.

And went back down.

“Holy shit—what’re you—”

“I’m cleaning you,” she muttered, voice wrecked as she dragged her tongue over his now sensitive tip, licking him like he was melting chocolate and she was addicted. “I’m not leaving you messy.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, twitching in her mouth. “You’re not normal.”

She moaned, still sucking.

When she finally pulled off, face slick and chin shining, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glared at him.

“I told you,” she said, breathless. “You’re the freak.”

Johnny chuckled, chest heaving, eyes dazed.

“No,” he said, voice low and smug. “You just sucked me off twice, drooled all over my dick, and came into my bed like a cock-hungry ghost.”

She flushed.

He leaned up, kissed her messy lips, sucked her bottom one between his teeth.

“You’re the real freak,” he whispered. “And baby… I fuckin’ love it.”

Few days later

The afternoon heat hung thick over the farm, the sun beating down on the dusty yard, baking the earth beneath worn boots and rusted metal. The tractor stood half-fixed beneath the sprawling oak tree, and beneath it — shirtless, slick with sweat, and smudged in grease — was Johnny.

His golden skin gleamed under the sun, shoulders broad and arms taut with effort as he adjusted something under the machine. Dark smears of oil streaked across his chest, catching in the cut ridges of his abs, glistening over the line of his throat. His jeans were unbuttoned, hanging dangerously low, revealing the sharp V of his hips and the teasing swell of his cock under worn denim.

Y/N didn’t mean to stop. Didn’t mean to stare. But the moment she saw him, everything inside her stuttered and snapped. Her thighs pressed together, and her breath caught on the thick, humid air.

Johnny noticed her instantly. Of course he did.

He slid out from under the tractor, slow and easy, dragging a rag over his chest — only smearing the sweat and grease worse.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” he drawled, voice dark and smug, eyes dragging up and down her body. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Y/N opened her mouth to answer, to deny, but the words didn’t come.

She pounced.

One second, she was standing there — the next, she was straddling his lap in the dirt, fingers already yanking her panties to the side as she dropped onto him, mouth crashing down on his in a filthy, desperate kiss.

Johnny groaned low in his throat, hands grabbing fistfuls of her ass as she rocked against him, slick and soaking, grinding herself down onto the thick length already pushing against her. “Shit, baby—couldn’t even wait? So greedy. Just had to have me right here, all sweaty and dirty, huh?”

She moaned into his mouth, and he grinned like the devil.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. My nasty girl. You’re fucking obsessed with me.”

He tugged her shirt up and off, yanking her bra down to mouth at her breasts — biting, sucking, leaving wet marks on her heated skin. “You love this,” he murmured, teeth scraping over her nipple. “Love it when I’m all filthy. Love tasting the sweat on me. I see the way you look at me, baby. Like you wanna devour me.”

Y/N ground down harder, choking out a gasp as his cock filled her, her thighs trembling from the stretch and the filth and the heat.

Johnny’s head dropped back against the warm rubber of the tractor tire, his hands gripping her hips, controlling her pace. “God, listen to you. You’re fuckin’ soaked. You’re clenching around me like your pussy knows who owns it.”

She whimpered, kissing him again — messier this time, spit-slick and hungry, tongues tangling as she rode him in the dirt.

And when she finally came undone, shaking and panting, she didn’t stop. She slid down to her knees in front of him, eyes dark with hunger.

Johnny smirked, voice rough with satisfaction. “Oh? What now, princess? Gonna clean me up with that pretty little mouth of yours?”

She didn’t answer — just took him in, sucking him off filthy and wet, spit dripping down her chin as she worked her mouth around him. She moaned around him, messy and devoted, and Johnny groaned, hands tangling in her hair, guiding her deeper.

“Look at you,” he panted. “Slurping on my cock like it’s your fucking addiction. That mouth was made for this—made for me.”

And when he spilled across her tongue, she didn’t stop. She licked up every drop, then traced her tongue over the sweat-slick ridges of his abs, up his chest, his arms, his neck — tasting the grease and the heat of him.

She straddled him again, breath ragged, licking the sweat off his jaw and then finally sucking his tongue into her mouth, filthy and possessive.

The kiss was downright obscene — spit trailing between their mouths, tongues slick and wet, lips dragging until Johnny finally had to pull back, breathless.

He stared at her for a moment, eyes blown wide, and then let out a slow, cocky laugh. “You’re the sluttiest little freak I’ve ever met,” he murmured, thumb stroking her wet lower lip. “And you’re all mine.”

Y/N just smiled wickedly… and licked the string of spit from his chin.

Is it casual now?

The next morning, the kitchen was filled with golden light and the smell of fresh coffee. Y/N stood at the counter, carefully buttering a piece of toast like she hadn’t ridden him into the dirt less than twelve hours ago. Like she hadn’t dropped to her knees, moaning while she licked sweat and grease off his cock, his abs, his throat.

She didn’t look at him once.

Johnny stood in the doorway, shirtless, still damp from a quick rinse at the outdoor tap, jeans slung low on his hips. His cross chain hung over his bare chest, catching the light with every breath.

She was ignoring him.

He watched her slice into her toast, jaw tight. Fake casual.

"Morning," she said, not turning around.

That did it.

In two long strides, he was behind her, grabbing her by the hips and slamming her against the kitchen table. The toast clattered to the floor. A mug tipped and shattered. She gasped.

“Done pretending?” Johnny growled against her ear. “You think I’m gonna let you act like you didn’t have your tongue down my throat, licking sweat off my fuckin’ cock like a starving little freak?”

She gasped, half turning, but his hand was already yanking her shorts down. He bent her over the table, her hands slamming against the surface as he kicked her legs apart and pushed her panties to the side.

“You’re filthy,” he hissed, voice low and thick as he pushed inside her. “My greedy little slut. Been clenching around nothing all morning, haven’t you?”

She moaned, face flushed, trying to brace herself, but Johnny was relentless. He pounded into her from behind, the table creaking beneath them as he gripped her hips and pulled her back onto him over and over.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you fucking love it. Say you love being my filthy little mess.”

“N-no—” she gasped.

He laughed darkly. “Still lying, huh?”

In one fluid motion, he flipped her onto her back, sending the last of the dishes crashing to the floor. He pinned her thighs wide open and thrust deep again. His chain slapped her cheek, glinting and cold.

She moaned — loud, raw, involuntary.

Johnny froze for a split second, then grinned down at her.

“Oh, you liked that?” he said, tilting his head, the chain brushing her jaw again. “You liked my chain slapping your face while I fuck you dumb?”

“Shut up,” she whispered, breathless.

His laugh was pure sin. “You’re such a little freak for me.”

He grabbed her jaw and spit right into her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back as she swallowed, trembling under him.

Then he leaned in, sucked her tongue into his mouth, slow and nasty, kissing her like he was claiming every inch she had left.

When he finally pulled back, she was shaking beneath him, wrecked and ruined, her body clinging to him like it never wanted to let go.

Johnny looked down at her, still buried deep inside, and smirked.

“Goddamn,” he murmured, brushing sweaty hair from her face. “You’re clenching like you never wanna let me go. You’re fuckin’ addicted to me.”

And the worst part?

She was.

Johnny’s chest was still rising and falling when he pulled away, lips tingling, his hands flexing once more around Y/N’s thighs like his body didn’t want to let go of hers. She was trembling — not the sexy, overstimulated kind of tremble he usually teased her for, but that soft, shaky, spent tremble. Her limbs were slack. Her mouth parted with little breathless exhales. And when he slowly pulled out, she gave a weak, whimpery noise that made something deep inside him tighten.

She wasn’t just cockdrunk. She was done.

“Shit,” he muttered, catching her before she slumped completely.

He held her up against him for a second, arms wrapped tight around her waist, forehead pressed to her temple. She was limp. Soft. Her skin was damp with sweat and slick and the evidence of how thoroughly he’d ruined her.

“Hey,” he murmured, voice low, not quite teasing anymore. “You good, baby?”

Y/N gave a half-nod against his shoulder, but her body swayed again.

Johnny’s cocky smirk faded.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, hands going steady and sure, his whole body shifting into caretaker mode even as he tried to play it cool. “You really went and fucked yourself out this time, huh?”

He scooped her up easily — strong arms under her thighs and back, cradling her like she was made of something fragile. He carried her away from the table, away from the mess they’d made, toward the bed where the sheets were half-pulled down.

He tried to act unaffected.

“Didn’t know you were that desperate for me, sweetheart,” he drawled, trying for lightness, even though his voice cracked ever so slightly. “Jumpin’ me like that? Can’t blame you though—look at me.”

But he was already pulling the blanket down, gently lowering her to the mattress, moving her hair from her face with the softest brush of his fingers.

She let out a tiny sound — some mix of exhaustion and comfort — and curled instinctively toward him.

“Jesus,” he breathed, kneeling beside the bed. His eyes roamed her face: flushed, dewy, lashes wet at the tips. She was trying to stay awake, blinking slow like her body was shutting down completely.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. Then another, slower, to the top of her spine.

She was his. And she’d given him everything.

He rubbed her thighs in slow circles, grounding her. One hand cradled her hip, the other smoothing through her hair again and again until her breathing started to settle.

Still, she trembled.

Johnny frowned and got up without a word. A minute later he came back with a bottle of water, a cool washcloth, and a damp towel slung over his shoulder.

“Here,” he said softly, holding the bottle to her lips. “Small sips.”

She drank, blinking up at him like he was some kind of ghost.

“You ain’t allowed to pass out on me like that, baby,” he said, quieter this time, trying not to sound shaken. “You scared me.”

She opened her mouth to tease him — but no words came out. Just another small, exhausted sound. Her body twitched.

Johnny exhaled slow. He gently spread her thighs and started cleaning her with warm, steady hands. She didn’t even flinch — just melted into the sheets, skin sighing under his touch. When he finished, he pulled a fresh shirt over her head, one of his, and climbed in behind her.

He pulled her into his chest, his arms locking around her tightly. His heartbeat was steady and strong, his voice a low rumble in her ear as he whispered:

“You’re okay. I got you.”

She murmured something into his neck.

He didn’t catch the words. But he felt the way her hand curled into his chest. He felt the softest kiss against his collarbone.

And when she fell asleep like that, clinging to him, completely undone, Johnny didn’t sleep right away.

He just held her there in the quiet — his cocky mask long gone — staring at the ceiling, wondering how the hell he’d gotten so deep.

Because for the first time, he wasn’t just thinking about how good she felt wrapped around him.

He was thinking about how good she fit.

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