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Johnny: …What the fuck does that even mean?

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🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader I ft. Haechan & Jaehyun

🔮 preview. So… Johnny works on a rig for long periods of time, Jaehyun is a gym rat with dimples, and Hyuck is a… drug dealer who’s not afraid to be extremely direct and combative? And they’re all your neighbours and also into you? How did you get yourself into this mess? 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, pent-up sexual tension, shower sex, masturbation, fingering, hand job, thigh riding, praise, dirty talk, breast worship/nipple play, big dick Johnny, pussy stretching, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple reader orgasms, multiple sex positions, size kink (Johnny is big and a slight manhandler), mentions of aftercare, etc… I pet names: (hers) 304, baby, princess. 

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 13.3k

🍭 aus. Love square, slice of life, neighbours to lovers, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. So when Johnny calls her the nickname ‘304,’ we’re not doing full numbers, it’s ‘three-oh-four’ which I actually think is kind of cute haha 

One:

You feel like an absolute mess. Your hair is all over the place, you’re in a full sweats ensemble that is - true to its name - making you perspire like nothing else as you lug boxes upon boxes of your stuff into your building and up to your new apartment.

To make matters worse, you’re exhausted. Moving days have this absolutely draining effect, and you can’t wait for the day to be over. You’re not even sure if you’ll unpack anything- maybe you’ll just fish out a towel and some body wash from one of the many crates you have, shower, then collapse onto your mattress- do you even have the energy to set up your bed frame?

You’re busy trying to plan out how you’re going to even accomplish the day, when the elevator doors open, and you find yourself staring up at one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen.

���Hi,” he grins, stepping next to you in the small space. “Moving in?”

You’re so distracted by the way his biceps look in his muscle shirt that it takes you a moment to speak. “Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Johnny,” he tells you.

“y/n.” The box in your hands is beginning to slip from the sweat on your palms, and you haphazardly readjust it on your hip.

“This might be a little forward,” Johnny chuckles, “but do you need any help?”

“Uh…” You turn once again to look up at this absolute tower of a man. “I’m almost done moving everything-”

“Let me guess, boxes done, just some furniture stuff left?”

You feel your skin flush with heat. “Is it that obvious that I’m struggling right now?” An awkward laugh escapes your lips, and you’re happy to find Johnny return the sound with a soft, understanding smile.

“Usually when cute girls move somewhere, they have a boyfriend, a brother, a dad, a friend- someone to help them do the tough stuff, and since you’re alone, I’m guessing you’re troopering this whole thing out all by yourself.”

“New city,” you explain. “I don’t uh- don’t know anyone here just yet, and my family didn’t want to take time off work to help with any of this.”

“Lucky you bumped into me then,” Johnny grins. “I just finished up at the gym, but I’ve got energy to help a new neighbour.”

The elevator dings to signal you’ve made it to your floor, and Johnny follows you out.

“You’re the new tenant for 304?” he asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, stopping in front of the unit you now call home.

“We really are neighbours,” Johnny laughs. “I’m 306.”

“Look it was nice to meet you,” you say, “but you really don’t need to help, I’m sure I can manage my bed and a few other things-”

“y/n,” Johnny interrupts you, “I promise I’m not some creep, just a good neighbour offering help. You look tired, let me help you.”

Your pride makes it difficult to accept this sort of thing, but you swallow it, offering Johnny a nod. 

And that’s how you find yourself moving your bed and the last bit of furniture into your new apartment with one of the sexiest guys you’ve ever seen. He’s quite the charmer, and he’s reassuring too- calming you down when things are a little heavy, and slowing his own pace to match your exhaustion.

In no time at all, everything is out of the moving truck, and Johnny leans in your doorway as he watches you slump into a chair. 

“Do you want help making your bedframe or anything?” he enquires.

“Honestly? I think I’m going to call it a day,” you admit. “The drive here was long, I’ve been up since five AM, didn’t sleep well last night due to nerves-”

“Sounds like you should get some rest,” Johnny nods.

“I really appreciate your help though,” you offer. “I’ll uh, have to buy you beers or something.”

Johnny only laughs. “That’s not necessary. Besides, I work on a rig, so I’m only here a week or so every month, you caught me at a good time.”

“Oh.” You can’t help the disappointment that surges through you. Of course this man was too hot to be true- of course he has a job that requires him to be away for long periods or he’d probably have an equally hot girlfriend already.

“But… let me give you my number, and if you ever need anything while I am here, you can just give me a shout.” 

The two of you exchange digits, and with one final smile, Johnny leaves you be. 

You lay on your bed for a while, trying to calm down- from the moving, or from being around a ten out of ten, you’re not sure. 

Two:

It’s your first time doing laundry in the new building, and to your disappointment, you find the shared laundry room to have no available machines.

A sigh escapes you as you stand there momentarily, wondering if you should wait five minutes for a turn over, or just scratch this whole idea and hope there are empty machines tomorrow.

As you’re considering your options, the laundry room door opens, and a tall blonde enters.

“Hi,” he beams.

“Hello.” You watch him carefully, noticing that he heads to a machine to take out his clothes from the washer. “Uh- do you mind if I put my stuff in there once it’s empty?”

“Of course not,” he smiles. “With only six machines for the whole building, it can be a bit rough trying to nab one on busy days.”

“I’ve noticed,” you laugh. “I’m new here, my name is y/n.”

“I’m Jungwoo,” he tells you, moving his clothing into the only empty dryer. He turns on the machine and then steps back, looking over at you again. “So are you new to the building or new to the city?”

“The city,” you admit, beginning to move your stuff into the now empty washer.

“You have that look.”

“What do you mean?”

“Just- a lot of people here are boring, we’re not exactly known for fashion or anything like that-”

You look down at the Stitch onesie you’re wearing that you’d bought for Halloween a few years back but has since become a comfort outfit, then back up at the blonde.

“I just like your style!” he insists. “Not everyone can rock blue pajamas!”

You find yourself laughing at his sincerity, shaking your head as you grab your washer fluid to get the machine going.

“Anyways,” Jungwoo sighs. “Did you move here for work?”

“I actually work online,” you tell him. “I can work from anywhere, and I figured this would be a nice place to get out of the big city for a while- cheaper rent, more nature, that sort of thing.”

“Makes sense,” Jungwoo nods. “I’m a server at a bar just down the road.”

You take a moment, then laugh. “You seem like a server.”

“Because I’m so cute and social?” he grins.

“Definitely,” you nod, enjoying his energy.

“Anyways, I love making friends, and since you’re new to the city, I’m guessing you haven’t met a lot of people yet. If you want to be friends, I’d love to add you to my gossip roster.”

“Your gossip roster?”

“I’m a server, which means I love all things tea- except for when grandmas order actual tea in the middle of a rush, that’s the worst.”

“I’ll take your word on it,” you grin.

“So… friends?” Jungwoo asks.

You nod. “We can be friends.”

Three:

It’s been three weeks since you moved into your new apartment, and in that time, you’ve gotten settled, and even visited Jungwoo at his bar. He’s an interesting friend, and he seems to know everything about everyone.

At first, you’d been worried about any ulterior motives he might have, as you’ve experienced many men try to make a move on you under the guise of just wanting to be your friend. But now, you realize Jungwoo’s intentions towards you are pure- or, as pure as they can be given how much gossip he consumes.

You get the sense that you’re not his type, and that’s a hundred percent okay with you, in fact, it’s a dynamic that makes you finally feel comfortable accepting an invitation to visit his apartment.

It seems all the attractive men in your building live on your floor, and as you enter his unit, you find yet another cute man standing in the kitchen.

“This is Mark,” Jungwoo introduces you. “Mark, this is y/n. Don’t worry, Lee, I’ve told her everything about you.”

“Oh, great,” Mark sighs.

It’s true, Jungwoo has divulged way too deep into his roommate’s history. You know that he’s a content creator and chef, he used to work in a prestigious restaurant, went on one of those reality cooking shows, managed to be the runner up for the first place prize despite his awkward nature, and has now been commissioned to write a cookbook focused solely on burgers (which Jungwoo has assured you is actually a broad topic despite what you might think).

You also know that Mark has a limited dating history, with a high school sweetheart who left him right before his stint on live tv, and a new crush on some barista that he’s too shy to even talk to despite the fact that he goes to her coffee shop every day just to order frothed milk with vanilla since caffeine doesn’t agree with him.

“So what’s on the menu tonight, chef?” Jungwoo asks, coming to stand right behind Mark in the kitchen.

From the way Mark clears his throat and steps back, it’s obvious to you that he’s not as comfortable about being close to people as Jungwoo is, and you find yourself enjoying this roommate dynamic already.

“I’m actually testing some stupid protein burger for muscle heads,” Mark admits.

“Aren’t burgers already high in protein since they’re meat?” you ask.

“Yes, and no,” Mark groans, “it depends. I want to have a few vegetarian and even vegan options in the cookbook I’m writing on burgers- and lots of people want high protein even in their plant based meals.” 

“So… what are your options for this burger you’re trying to create?” you enquire. 

“I’ve tried some black bean patties, chickpea patties, that sort of thing- but I’m considering making an entire two page fold dedicated to dredges and batters that you could use on a variety of burgers, meat or vegetarian. I got everything to make a protein powder infused batter, but I’m just now realizing that the protein powder I have on hand is chocolate flavoured, which really won’t work if I put it on anything, let alone a tofu burger.”

“Call Jae,” Jungwoo says simply. “That man has a collection of protein powder that would make a man on steroids combust.”

“Maybe I should just run to the store,” Mark sighs.

“You only need a small scoop of powder, right?” Jungwoo counters. “Why would you go buy an entire plain jug of protein powder when a protein head lives next door?”

“I’d hate to bother him,” the chef groans again, and you find yourself starting to realize the true depth of his social anxiety. 

“I’ll call Jaehyun,” Jungwoo states, pulling out his phone.

You take a seat at the island counter while Jungwoo makes a deal for some powder with this ‘Jae’ person, and you watch Mark fuss over other ingredients that he adds to a dry mixing bowl.

There’s a knock at the door, and then a man peaks his head inside of the apartment.

Your eyes lock and the wind is knocked from your lungs- is every hot man in the city living in your building?

“Jae!” Jungwoo yells, “come in!”

The man steps into the apartment, offering a smile, and the dimples in his cheeks practically blind you. There’s no way around it, this man looks like a model. He’s handsome, but there’s a slightly feminine softness to the angles of his face, a warmth in his eyes, and it’s absolutely captivating.

“Am I interrupting?” Jae asks as he approaches the kitchen, his eyes continuously meeting your own.

“Not at all, Mark’s just floundering as usual, and I’m hanging out with my new friend. y/n, this is Jaehyun, Jaehyun, this is y/n.” 

“Nice to meet you,” you smile.

“You too.” Jaehyun sets a tub of protein powder onto the kitchen counter next to Mark, then he turns his full attention to you again. “So how did you meet Jungwoo?”

“In the laundry room,” Jungwoo is quick to explain, and you don’t miss the exchange of glances between Jaehyun and your friend. “She’s new to the building.” Jungwoo practically winks at Jaehyun, and you get the suspicion that he’s trying to set you up with this model looking protein man.

“I love meeting new neighbours,” Jaehyun says smoothly. “What floor are you on?”

“This one, room 304.”

“No way.” Jaehyun’s eyes widen. “That’s right across from mine!”

“You’re 305?” you ask, heart beating faster in your chest.

“In the flesh,” Jaehyun grins.

“Can we move the talking somewhere else?” Mark asks quietly. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

The energy fizzles immediately, and Jaehyun nods. “I was actually just heading to the gym.”

“Of course you were,” Jungwoo rolls his eyes.

“But uh, I’ll see you around,” Jaehyun says, looking at you directly. “Welcome to the building.” 

Four:

You suppose you shouldn’t be shocked when meeting cute men in your apartment building anymore, but you still find your breath leaving your body when you’re bringing groceries up from the parking garage only for a very cute man to enter the elevator.

He steps in and flashes you a smirk, then looks at the floor buttons. “You’re headed to three?” he asks.

“Uh huh.”

“Are you new?”

“Been here about a month.”

“Huh,” the man looks stumped for a moment. “I feel like I would have seen you. I’m Hyuck by the way.”

“y/n.”

Hyuck nods. “Are you liking the building?”

“It’s nice,” you muse, too tired from your day at the grocery store to make much smalltalk. 

“You must be… unit 304? I’m a couple of doors down, near the corner. I know someone moved out, and I heard from the building manager that someone was moving in, but fuck, I can’t believe I haven’t met you yet.”

“I can be kind of reclusive,” you joke. “I mean, I work from home.”

“Ahhh, you’re one of those girls.” Hyuck grins at you knowingly and your heart leaps into your throat.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing,” he shrugs. “Just, you know, sometimes the cutest girls are the ones that stay in their house all day.”

“Oh.” You’re really not sure how to respond to his statement, and your eyes shift down to the floor as the elevator comes to a stop.

The two of you both turn to the left, and Hyuck walks in step with you to your door, where he stops. “What’s that?”

You’re confused for a moment, too busy fumbling with your keys, but when you look up, you realize there’s a sticky note on your door. 

“Looks like you already have an admirer,” Hyuck grins. “Was nice to meet you, we should hang sometime,” he reads. “Who do you think left this?”

You’re pretty sure it was Jaehyun who left the note- after all, the only other people you know are Jungwoo and Johnny, who both have your number, and you doubt Mark Lee of all people would be this forward. 

“I uh-” you stutter a little, swallowing thickly. “I’m not sure.”

“So are you single, or…?”

“Definitely single,” you blurt out, pushing your key into the door and clicking it unlocked.

“Definitely single,” Hyuck repeats as you push into your apartment, “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Five:

You’re finishing up after dinner when your phone makes a beeping sound, and you quickly pick it up, surprised to see a message from Johnny.

‘Looks like you’ve got some secret admirers, 304.’

Your stomach drops, and you realize that in your haste to enter your apartment after finding Jaehyun’s note with Hyuck earlier, you hadn’t actually removed it from your door- but wait, admirers? As in… plural? 

Tripping over yourself to get to the door, you throw it open to find not one sticky note, but two.

While Jaehyun’s initial ‘Was nice to meet you, we should hang sometime’ is still there, someone has taken the liberty to put a second note on top of it, and this one reads; ‘I’m more fun, let’s have drinks.’

It’s clear who the second note is from, and you’re quick to rip both off of your door. 

Jaehyun and Hyuck are both quite forward, and your heart is racing as you go sit on your couch, feeling conflicted.

You pull out your phone again, releasing a deep sigh as you write up a text to Johnny. ‘This apartment building is so weird.’

‘Boys will be boys,’ comes his quick response. 

Taking another breath to calm yourself, you look at the texts, and that’s when you realize, ‘I didn’t know you were back from the rigs.’ 

‘Got back a couple of days ago :)’ 

Tapping your fingers against your couch, you try to figure out how you should play this.

You’re most attracted to Johnny, but now that Jaehyun and Hyuck are so clearly demonstrating their blooming affection for you - out in the open where everyone on your floor can see - you wonder if that might throw a wrench at Johnny’s own feelings for you…

Does Johnny like you?

When he’d helped you move your things, was that just him genuinely being nice? 

You feel absolutely twisted, especially since you’ve never considered yourself the type of girl to entertain a long distance relationship…

‘So… you’re in town for a few more days?’

‘three!’ 

You definitely need to sort out your priorities. 

Six:

You’re in need of a drink as you walk into Jungwoo’s work, taking a seat at the bar and releasing a deep sigh.

“For a girl who came to happy hour, you don’t look too happy,” Jungwoo muses as he moves to stand in front of you.

“Is it that obvious?” you laugh.

“I mean… you’re the hot new girl in 304 who has two guys fighting over you in sticky notes, I’d expect you to be a little more up beat.” 

“You saw that?” you ask in shock.

“Everyone saw it. Whoever left those notes weren’t exactly subtle… who did leave those notes, by the way?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at your friend’s need for gossip. “You know one of them at least.”

“Jae, I’m guessing,” Jungwoo nods. “He asked me for your number but since I’m your friend I’m not just out here handing around your personal information.”

“I appreciate that.”

“And guy number two?” he enquires.

“Some dude named Hyuck.”

An interesting expression immediately appears on Jungwoo’s face. It’s something between an ‘oooooh!’ and an ‘ooop!’ and you can’t quite place the emotion.

“What?” you ask, leaning forward. “You know him?”

“Everyone knows Hyuck.”

“They do?”

“Let’s just say…” Jungwoo’s voice lowers as he leans over the bar, “he’s a provider of things that a lot of people like to get their hands on.”

“Huh?” 

“A plug, there, you tortured it out of me, Hyuck is a plug,” Jungwoo throws his hands up as if you just twisted his arm for the information, and you stare at him blankly.

“A plug,” you repeat.

“You can’t be that innocent, babes, you know what I mean.”

You sit back in your chair, thinking it through.

So… Johnny works on a rig for long periods of time, Jaehyun is a gym rat with dimples, and Hyuck is a… drug dealer who’s not afraid to be extremely direct and combative? And they’re all your neighbours and also into you? How did you get yourself into this mess? 

“Where did you even meet Hyuck?” Jungwoo asks.

“In the elevator?”

“Why did that sound like a question?” your friend laughs.

“I don’t know! God, I’m just… overwhelmed.”

“There are worse things to be overwhelmed about, I mean… tax season is coming soon, and I don’t know how much fraud I should commit with my tips.” 

You can’t help but laugh at Jungwoo, and he’s succeeded in using humour to calm you down. 

He’s grinning at you, and he taps his hand onto the bar top. “Let me make you a drink, on me, but you’ll be paying me with gossip, deal?” 

“Deal.”

You trust Jungwoo to make you drinks by now, and he doesn’t ask what you want, he simply begins to mix a fruity concoction together. Soon, he’s setting it down in front of you and you’re taking a large gulp.

“So…” he grins. “Hyuck or Jae?”

“Are those my only options?”

Jungwoo’s eyes widen. “Spill the tea.”

“I just… I met this guy Johnny when I moved in-”

“Johnny as in super tall, blue collar, muscle man, Johnny?”

“Sounds like him,” you laugh.

“And you met him the first day you moved in?”

“He actually helped me with boxes and furniture.”

Jungwoo lets out a whistle. “Now I see why you’re overwhelmed.”

“I guess, I just don’t really know any of these guys too well. I’ve only met all of them once-”

“But you have a favourite,” Jungwoo interjects. “Johnny’s your favourite, despite his fucked up job.”

You sigh. “How could you tell?”

“I watch a lot of reality tv, in shows like Love is Blind or Singles Inferno sometimes a girl has multiple guys going for her, but the first one leaves a mark… it’s not always the case though, but it’s about that initial impact.” 

“Impact,” you repeat. “Johnny definitely made an impact… and he saw the notes from Hyuck and Jae.”

“Oooooh,” Jungwoo grins, “scandalous.” 

“But he works away for weeks at a time!”

“He’s here now,” Jungwoo points out. “So… go on a date with him, and sort out Hyuck and Jae after.”

“You think so?”

“What could be wrong about it?” Jungwoo shrugs. “Go on a date with Johnny, see how you feel- maybe he does something gross that turns you off and it makes life easier.”

“Or maybe he’s perfect and it makes things even worse,” you sigh.

“You never know until you try. Another thing from my dating shows is that no one wants to live with regrets, and I don’t think you do either.” 

Seven:

You’d taken Jungwoo’s advice, and after two drinks at the bar, you’re home, waiting for a knock that sounds on your door.

Taking a deep breath, you fix your outfit, approaching your entry way to find Johnny standing in the hall. He looks all tall and gorgeous, in a similar laid back muscle shirt and sweats combo to the one you’d first seen him in. His hair is a little messy and damp as if he’d just come out of a shower, and the smell of his piney bodywash has you going weak. 

“Hi,” he grins. 

“Hi,” you smile back. “Uh, come in.”

Johnny nods, stepping past the threshold. “Are you a shoes off in the house kind of girl?”

“Yes, please.”

You watch him kick off his runners before turning to you. “I’m a little confused.”

“You are?”

“I got your text that you wanted me to come over, and I half expected you needed help building some cabinet or something, but then I remembered you’ve been here a month already, so now I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”

“I told you I’d buy you a beer for helping me move my stuff, remember?” You let out an awkward chuckle. “I don’t have beer, but I did open a bottle of wine.”

“That works,” Johnny grins.

“Come, sit.” You move to your living area, taking a seat on the couch. Johnny joins you, and you note the way he immediately shifts his body to be facing you. He watches you pour him a glass, and you both notice your shaky hand as you pass it to him.

“How much have you been drinking, 304?”

“A bit.”

“Rough day?” he enquires with a smile.

“Just…” you let out a deep breath. “Not used to all the attention I’m getting here.”

“Yeah, your entourage.” Johnny sips his drink, still grinning as if this is the funniest thing in the world.

“Would you believe me if I told you I’m not the kind of person who loves getting a lot of attention?”

Johnny cocks his head to the side. “I think it’s hard for a girl who looks like you to avoid that sort of thing.”

God, he is into you, you can taste it- or maybe that’s the sweet notes of your wine. 

You don’t know what to say, but you feel a grin appear on your face, your eyes shifting down to your glass. “I don’t know about that.”

“Just an observation,” Johnny laughs. “So… what are you going to do about all of this?”

“I think…” you swallow thickly. “I think I’m doing something right now.”

“Yeah?”

You look up at him, smiling. “Yeah.”

Now it’s Johnny’s turn to be at a loss for words, and you get the sense that this isn’t something that happens very often to him.

“I’m sure you know what it’s like to get a lot of attention,” you offer.

Johnny shrugs. “I’m only in town a week every month, and when I’m here I spend most of my time at the gym or at home. I’ve never been a big party guy, I prefer cheap beer to bars, and I guess I’ve just accepted that a guy like me has to be single.”

“You have to be?” you enquire, cocking your head to the side in a bid to understand him better. 

“Most girls aren’t interested in starting anything with a man who works on a rig. I understand the guys who have girls before the job, and they stay after building a foundation, but it’s hard to work on the start of a relationship when you’re not around.”

“I suppose that makes sense,” you nod- in fact, it’s something you’ve considered to great length already. “If… if the right girl came along, would that be something you’re interested in exploring?”

Johnny lets out a deep breath. “That’s a good question.” 

You watch him sip his wine, giving him the space to consider it.

“I just… I wouldn’t want a girl to feel like she’s an afterthought, or a fuck buddy- and doing the work I do, I have to be focused. It’s day rate, it’s dangerous, sometimes the rigs are a couple hours away from camp, and that’s on top of a twelve hour shift-” He lets out another deep sigh. “I think it would take a very special, very loyal kind of girl to give me a chance.”

“And what would you say your type is?”

His eyes meet yours. “I love a cute girl next door.”

Your heart thumps in your chest. “Funny, I like a boy next door.”

“Then it’s a good thing we’re neighbours.”

Johnny lifts his glass and you clink yours together, giggling.

It’s crazy how things can feel so comfortable with him already- but in the background of your mind there’s a sense of dread looming, after all, he’s leaving in just two or so days.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask.

“Of course.”

“I’m sad you’re leaving soon.”

“I’m not leaving yet,” he points out.

“You know what I mean.”

Johnny shifts, resting his arm on the back of your couch. “I have a proposition for you, 304.”

“God, stop calling me 304,” you laugh.

“It feels like we’re interested in each other, but I get the sense you’re unsure about the long distance aspect. What if we hang out tonight, tomorrow I take you on an actual date, and if things go well, we could talk about what communication would look like when I’m away.”

“You know what?” you take a deep breath. “I would like that.”

“But… I have on condition.”

“Hit me.”

Johnny is quiet for a moment. “I’m aware that, no matter how good our dates tonight and tomorrow are, me being away might be too much for you. You have two other guys who are interested and they live here, so… even though I’m a cuddly person, I think it’s better for both of us if we keep things PG before I leave, that way… I mean, if you chose one of them because distance is too much, at least things won’t be awkward for us, and we can still be friends.” 

“I think…” - as much as you hate the idea and want to climb him like a tree - “I think that might be the most mature way to handle this.” 

Johnny nods. “So… what are your thoughts on aliens?”

“Huh?”

“UFO’s, UAP’s, USP’s-”

“What even are all of those?” you laugh.

“Unidentified flying objects, unidentified aerial phenomenon, which is pretty much another term for UFO’s, unidentified submersible phenomenon-”

You shake your head at him in affectionate shock. “Where did you learn all of this?” 

“History network,” Johnny grins. “Listen, why would I ask you surface level questions when we can dive into conspiracy theory? UFO’s are a good way to bounce into all sorts of topics, religion, politics, current and historical events-”

He’s a little odd, but you suppose you understand where he’s coming from now. You decide to give up control, and you lean into his question, loving the twists and turns that the conversation takes. You talk about everything, from the moon landing, to ancient monolithic structures and tv shows about space, a discussion about recent alien films leads to an analysis on favourite actors-

Before you even know it, hours have passed, the wine bottle is empty, and you feel as if you know him a lot better than when he’d first entered your apartment. 

“Do you work tomorrow?” he asks.

You sigh, looking at the time. “At nine.”

“I should probably get out of your hair then. When are you off?”

“Fiveish.”

Johnny stands up, stretching, and you can’t help the way your eyes move to the exposed strip of V-line when his shirt rises. “Guess I’ll see you tomorrow at fiveish, 304.”

You rise to your feet, pleasantly surprised when the gentle giant pulls you in for a hug. God, the feeling of his chest against your cheek- the soft cotton of his muscle shirt and the scent of his cologne- you release a deep breath, fully melting into what must be one of the best hugs of your life.

“I’ll text you,” Johnny says, and as he does so, his lips brush the crown of your head.

He’d said PG, and you suppose this is PG, but fuck, you want more.  

Eight:

Out of all the possible date venues, you hadn’t expected bowling. Johnny had told you to dress casually, he’d picked you up, and taken you down to a massive black truck- he’d driven you around town, pointing things out to you, and you’d ended up at a small, underground bowling bar.

He’s a bit of a goof ball, but you can tell he’s got experience playing this game. To compensate for your lack of skills, he does all sorts of trick shots that make him miss points, and you appreciate his effort to not decimate you. 

You drink beer and chat and play, and again, it feels so natural with him. 

When the game is over, the two of you get in the truck, and Johnny says he wants to show you something. A fifteen minute drive leads you to the edge of town, on a lookout that’s perfect now that it’s dark and the small city’s lights are sparkling.

“Do you take all your dates here?” you tease.

Johnny chuckles. “Would you believe me if I told you I haven’t been on a date in a while?”

“I guess with your job, I would,” you pause, looking over at him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

The large man releases a sigh. “I had a highschool sweetheart,” he starts. “But as time went by, she couldn’t deal with me being a blue collar man. She was very corporate, and our life styles weren’t exactly a match. When she broke up with me, I switched from construction to the rig jobs, figured it would be easier to just put my head down and work. Been doing that for about six years now.”

“So you haven’t dated since highschool?” you ask in shock.

“There’ve been a couple of things here and there. Took a few summers off, had flings, but shit always hit the fan when I went back to work.” 

“That makes sense,” you nod. 

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m a family man at heart,” he assures you. “As a supervisor, I definitely make enough money to take care of the people in my life, but it’s always been a time issue.” Johnny takes a breath, and then he meets your gaze. “What about you? Any skeletons in your closet?”

“Had a couple of failed relationships, the last one inspired me to move away from my home city and come here so I guess there’s a silver lining to it. Ended things with my ex about a year ago and nothing really felt the same after that, figured a change of scenery would do me good.”

“And has it? Done you good?”

You look over at the gorgeous man sitting next to you. “Definitely.” 

It feels like the perfect moment to kiss him, and you note the way his gaze dips to your lips, but then he pulls back, letting out a sigh. “You’re dangerous.”

“Me!?” You act scandalized.

“Yes, you, little miss 304.”

You can only laugh, doing your best to enjoy the rest of your date with him while the knowledge that he’s leaving tomorrow haunts in your periphery. 

Nine:

Johnny’s been gone for three days, and he’s been true to his word when you’d discussed communication while he’s on the rig. He’s kept contact with you, sending good morning messages for you to wake up to, and texting or calling in the late evening when he’s off work.

However, other things have progressed as well. You’d come out of your apartment this morning to find not one, but two bouquets waiting for you, and you feel as if this thing with Jaehyun and Hyuck is getting out of hand.

You find yourself at Jungwoo’s bar again, giving him the rundown on everything that has happened.

“So you’re like, set on Johnny then, huh?” your friend asks.

“I’m not sure, it’s only been three days that he’s been gone but I miss him already, and I can’t even imagine what it will be like to wait another nineteen days-”

“You always knew distance would be a struggle,” Jungwoo nods.

You groan, taking a sip of your fruity cocktail. “I just can’t believe Jaehyun and Hyuck left flowers at my door.”

“You’re going to have to do something about them.”

“Like what?”

“Reject or accept, babes,” Jungwoo says simply. 

“Accept?”

“You’re not technically dating Johnny yet. It sounds like he understands you might go on a date or two while he’s gone, I mean, you had that whole conversation about keeping things PG so it’s not awkward if he comes back and you’ve chosen someone else- it feels like he’s giving you breathing room to explore.”

You can only sigh, resting your head in your hands.

“Do you want to explore?” Jungwoo enquires. 

“I don’t know.”

“Well, you’re going to bump into Jaehyun or Hyuck sometime, so you better figure it out fast.”

Ten:

As you’re returning from happy hour with Jungwoo, you run into your building manager. He’s a young man named Doyoung. He has a very regal look to him, and he’s as attractive as most of the men on the third floor.

He’s in the small building office, and as you walk past, he stops you.

“y/n!” he calls, waving you inside, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you!”

Your heart sinks- your payment wasn’t late, was it? Did you get a noise complaint? Your mind begins to race-

“I heard that people have been leaving notes and flowers at your door,” Doyoung tells you. “As you’re a young woman who is new to the building, I wanted to check in with you and make sure you’re not being harassed.”

Your brain short circuits- it’s one thing for Jungwoo and other people on the third floor to know about your ‘secret admirers’ but another for your building manager to be broaching the topic with you. 

“I uh,” you swallow thickly. “I’m not being harassed.”

Doyoung gives you a pointed look. “You’d tell me if you were, right?”

“Of course,” you assure him. “It’s all just playful, nothing… nefarious.”

God, you hate how proper you’re trying to sound, but how else are you supposed to explain this situation to Doyoung? 

This is so awkward, who knew moving into a new apartment would be this fucking complex? 

Eleven:

You’re in the lobby checking your mailbox when the front door opens and Jaehyun walks in. His hair is windswept, and he looks like he’s getting back from the gym. He immediately flashes you that dimpled smile and your heart begins to thunder in your rib cage.

“Hey, you,” he grins. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah, I’ve uh… been busy,” you offer, quickly closing your mail box.

“Seems that way,” Jaehyun muses, and you realize he’s waiting to go to the elevator with you.

Taking a deep breath, you pull up your big girl panties, walking with him to the lift.

He hits the button, turning to you. “So-”

The elevator opens and you find Hyuck standing there, having just come up from the underground parkade, and suddenly you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

“Hiya, hot stuff,” Hyuck grins. “Going up?”

Part of you wants to turn and run away, but you’re in too deep now to go back, so you enter the elevator with the two men who’ve been fighting for space on your door, and maybe also in your heart.

“How’ve you been?” Hyuck asks.

“I’ve been good, just busy,” you mutter quickly, hitting the ‘close door’ button in the hope that it saves you even one second in this awkward elevator ride.

“You coming from the gym?” Hyuck’s line of questioning has taken a turn, and you realize he’s addressing Jaehyun next to you. 

“Yup, you?”

“Was just out,” Hyuck responds vaguely.

You get the sense that these two might know each other in passing, after all, you all live on the same floor, but at the same time, it’s somewhat clear from their muted interaction that they’re not particularly close.

It’s an awkward, silent minute in the elevator, but it’s even more awkward when you all get off on the third floor, with both men letting you exit first, only to struggle in a pissing match over who follows you.

They end up tracing your steps to your door, and when you get there, they both stop.

“Wait,” Hyuck breathes, and you watch him look from you to Jaehyun then back again. “You must be sticky note dude.”

“And you’re flowers guy,” Jaehyun sighs.

Both of them turn to you and it’s Hyuck who asks, “You’re still single right?”

It must be obvious to them both that if they’re warring at your doorstep, neither of them actually have your number just yet, and while it’s awkward to be put on the spot like this, you understand their confusion.

“Still single,” you assure them, fumbling with your keys. “I uh, actually have only lived here a month, and I’m still getting settled-” you search for the right words while trying not to drop your phone. “I appreciate the interest from you both, but this has gotten a little out of hand- Doyoung asked me about all of this yesterday-”

“Doyoung?” Hyuck scoffs. “What does he care if we leave notes and flowers at your door?”

“I guess he’s just concerned about my safety?” you offer.

While you can tell that Jaehyun understands, Hyuck still seems a little slow to the pick up, rolling his eyes. “As if we’d ever do anything bad.”

Which is funny, coming from a guy who’s supposedly a drug dealer.

“I think I just need some space,” you say finally, shocked by the conviction in your own voice as you slip your key into the lock. “To… you know, settle.”

“I’m sure we can give you some space,” Jaehyun offers, and you can tell from his tone that it’s a warning to Hyuck not to argue.

The plug sighs. “Yeah, we can give some space.”

They’re both very handsome, and upon different circumstances, one of them doing the sticky note and flowers trick might have swayed you, but the fact that it’s become something of a war between them has turned you off. The seriousness in Doyoung’s discussion with you yesterday had made you realize as much, and you’d be lying if you said your growing connection with Johnny didn’t have anything to do with it either.

Twelve:

After the debacle with Jaehyun and Hyuck, you’d anxiously awaited a call with Johnny when he was done work and back at the camp. But now, as you talk to him on the phone, you hesitate about divulging in the events that took place today.

Johnny’s making an effort with you, but you can hear in his voice that he’s exhausted, and you don’t want to add pressure to his shoulders-

“Are you okay, 304?” Johnny asks.

“Hmm?”

“You’re just a bit quiet.”

“I’m thinking,” you admit with a sigh.

“Sounds intense, what’s up?”

Another deep breath escapes you. “So… remember the whole secret admirer thing?”

“Uh huh.”

“They left flowers on my doorstep a few days ago too, and Doyoung actually pulled me aside to ask me about it- he was worried I’m being harassed, and it just makes me think about, you know, being a young woman in a new city and my safety…”

You trail off and Johnny takes the opportunity to empathize, softly telling you, “Being anxious about this sort of thing is reasonable given the circumstances.” 

“It’s not that I think Jaehyun or Hyuck would ever overstep-”

“Well, they left notes, and you didn’t respond, so they left flowers, it’s not exactly a sign that they’re going to back off.”

“I guess that’s true,” you admit.

“Anyways, you were saying, about Doyoung?” 

You love how Johnny can get you back on track, and you take another deep breath to steady yourself. “I saw Jaehyun and Hyuck in the elevator today, and they both walked me to my door which was super awkward, and I guess I pretty much ended up telling them both that I needed space. Part of me wasn’t sure if I should tell you any of this, I know you’re tired after work a long day, but I guess I want to be transparent with you about everything.”

The line is quiet for a moment, and when Johnny speaks, you can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. “I appreciate you bringing it up,” he starts. “If I’m being honest, I’m a little shocked you didn’t accept either of their offers to get drinks.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, I thought I’d made it clear that I’d understand if you did-”

“Just because you’d understand it doesn’t mean I was going to do it,” you tell him.

Johnny chuckles. “I suppose that’s true. I just, I don’t know, you don’t owe me anything- and maybe you’re just not interested in either of them, but I hope you didn’t say no to them to… spare my feelings or something?”

“Well… are your feelings spared?” 

Another laugh escapes him. “I just mean to say, this wouldn’t be the first time a girl thought she could do long distance, only to get a better option in town and jump ship.”

“Maybe I’m not like the other girls you’ve dated,” you tell him.

“It’s starting to feel like you’re not.” You can hear the fondness in his voice, and it makes your heart race faster in your chest. 

“When I get one man in my head, I can’t think about another. I’m not the type to jump ship,” you explain. “You’ve given me no reason to.”

“Except the distance,” he muses.

“Even with the distance, you’ve been attentive every day, and I’ve really appreciated that. You know, some guys will live in the same city as you, take you on one date, then not talk to you for five days- you and I did two dates back to back, and we’ve been talking consistently ever since.”

“Like I said, I didn’t want you to feel like an afterthought.”

“And I don’t want you to feel like just an option.” 

The line is quiet for a moment, then Johnny laughs. “There you go, being dangerous again.”

“If being genuine is dangerous, then I’m the most dangerous woman you’ll ever meet, Johnny.”

“I work on a rig, 304, I happen to like danger.” 

Thirteen:

You’re drinking wine with Jungwoo in your livingroom when your phone dings, and a smile spreads across your face when you see it’s a text from Johnny.

“One second,” you tell him, putting down your wine to respond to your blue collar man.

“Johnny?” Jungwoo grins knowingly.

“Yup, he’s just telling me he’s off work, but now it’s a two hour drive back to the camp.”

“So our girls’ night is over in two hours, got it,” Jungwoo jokes, except, is it really a joke if it’s true?

You can only laugh, shaking your head and setting your phone down again.

“You like him,” Jungwoo notes. “You like him a lot.” 

“I do,” you confess.

“You told Jaehyun and Hyuck off because of him,” your friend continues.

“Uh huh.” You take a sip of your wine, trying to ignore the knowing expression on Jungwoo’s face.

“So… has it gotten sexual yet? You know, asking for snaps of your tits-”

“Jungwoo!” you squeal, nearly spilling your wine as you go to gently smack his arm.

“What!? It’s a valid question!”

“No! It’s not sexual yet! I mean… I think we both have those feelings, but right now… we’re just, getting to know each other.”

“And when he’s home?” Jungwoo cocks a brow and you giggle even more.

“When he’s home…” you lower your voice, “I’m going to climb that man like a tree.”

“I knew it!” Jungwoo cheers. “Team Johnny!”

You clink your glasses in agreement, waiting for Jungwoo to settle down a little. He’s way too invested in your love life, but you kind of adore it. 

“You know…” Jungwoo trails off, “some rig guys do mostly winters, then come back for the summer and will take a couple of months off. I remember seeing Johnny more frequently last August.”

“He mentioned that,” you admit. 

“Did he say if he plans to do that this year? It’s almost March, so that’s April, May, maybe June… three or four more stints up there until a possible summer of love?”

You laugh at his choice of words, but your heart races at the notion of getting to spend your whole summer with Johnny, of a relationship of normalcy. 

“I’ll have to talk to him about it,” you decide.

“Maybe send some sexy snaps to tempt him, or talk about it once he’s home and you’ve sucked that dick, you know, incentives.”

“You’re so bad,” you giggle.

“I’m a hit of realism, which is what you need after living a fantasy for a month with three men fighting over you.”

You let out a sigh. “I suppose you might be right about that.”

Fourteen:

“How was your day?” you ask, practically kicking your feet now that you get to talk to Johnny.

“Long,” he laughs. “You?”

“It was good, hung out with Jungwoo for a bit, had some wine.”

“I can hear it in your voice, 304, you always get extra cute when you’ve been drinking your wine.”

“Do I?” 

“See? I can just imagine you kicking your feet right now.”

God, he knows you so well already- but you suppose that’s what happens when you talk to someone for hours every day. 

“And now you probably stopped kicking your feet because you’re embarrassed,” he continues.

“You’re a psychic,” you declare.

“Sure I am.”

You take a breath. “There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“So… you mentioned that sometimes you have the summer off, and I guess, since it’s almost March, I was just wondering if you’d be around in June or July.”

“I mean, I wasn’t necessarily planning on it, but if that’s something you wanted, I could see what I could make happen.”

You pause, considering your words carefully. “I don’t want to tell you what to do… and, I don’t want you to lose out on money for me, especially since we just started dating, if you even call this dating- but, at the same time, I think, long term, it would be easier to manage you going away for six or more months if I knew you’d be back for at least part of the summer.”

“I do call this dating,” Johnny tells you. “So I’ll see what I can do about it.”

“I also wanted to know when you’re flight back is, I was thinking I could come grab you from the airport.” 

Johnny chuckles. “I’ll send you the information, 304.” 

Fifteen:

You’re waiting outside your car when you see Johnny coming out of the airport, and you simply can’t help yourself anymore. You run to him, throwing yourself into his arms.

Johnny chuckles, dropping his duffle to pull you closer, even going so far as to lift you off the ground, releasing a groan as he does so.

Fuck, he feels so good, and big, and warm-

When he sets you down, you throw inhibition out the window, grabbing the back of his neck to pull his lips down to your own.

He smiles into the kiss, his palm flattening against the small of your back, his mouth moving in harmony with your own. You kiss him deeply, pouring in all the emotion of having missed him for weeks- 

It’s you who breaks the kiss, panting and looking up at him. “Let’s get you home,” you state. 

“Whatever you say, 304.”

The drive back to the apartment complex is a blur, you’re so distracted by Johnny that you’re surprised you even make it back in one piece. The elevator ride is quiet, filled with tension, and you can practically feel happiness radiating off of both of you.

“Wanna come to mine?” Johnny suggests. “I need to have a quick shower, unpack a little.”

“Okay,” you nod, excited as you follow Johnny to his place.

He lets you in first, and you eagerly eat up what’s in front of you, looking for details of the decor that might help you know this man even better.

However, you find that his apartment is sparsely decorated, with bare necessities, a minimalist look, which you suppose makes sense given the fact that he’s hardly here.

“Your place is nicer,” Johnny muses as he kicks off his shoes. 

“It’s just more furnished,” you laugh, not minding the lack of items.

“My bedroom is this way,” Johnny explains, heading into it while you follow slowly. He throws his bag on the floor next to his bed before turning to you. “I’m going to wash up a bit, then we can do whatever you want… or, I mean, you could always join me in the shower if that works better.”

He winks at you, and it’s very playful. You can only laugh, shaking your head and feeling your skin flush with heat as you look at the ground.

“I’ll be here,” you tell him, but when he disappears into the bathroom, you find your heart is still racing.

Should you go in the shower with him? 

He had offered for you to join…

Can you be a bit more patient?

No. You can’t. As you stand in his bedroom, you begin to undress, hyping yourself up for the moment that you’ve been waiting for.

After a deep breath, you knock gently on the door to his bathroom.

“Come in!” he calls over the sound of water spray, and you peek your head into the enclosed space. 

The room is full of steam, and the glassy walls of the shower are fogged up, but you can see the outline of Johnny’s body and it has you drooling.

You slip inside, closing the door behind you before making your way to the shower.

“Can I join you?” you ask, giving him one last opportunity to decide if this was a bad idea-

“Get in here.” Johnny opens the shower door, grabs your arm and tugs you inside with him. You blink against the mist, looking up at the large man who’s currently blocking the spray of water from hitting you. “Didn’t think you’d actually join,” he muses with a grin.

“Me neither,” you admit.

Johnny strokes your arm, fingers trailing up so he can cup your face. His thumb brushes by your cheekbone and you lean into his warm touch, releasing a moan. 

“Do you want to do this here, or would you rather we wait till I can get you onto my bed?” he asks.

“Here,” you tell him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“Didn’t take you as the impatient type,” Johnny chuckles.

“I’ve been patient, for weeks,” you laugh.

“I guess that’s true, let’s fix that.” The tall man leans down, pressing his lips to your own. You immediately wrap your arms around his strong, wet shoulders, pressing your chests together as the kiss deepens. 

You can feel your nipples hardening against him, and his hands move to grab at your hips, pulling you even tighter to his body.

Something is beginning to press against your abdomen, and you love that you’re getting him hard already, that he’s as into you as you are into him. 

His palm slips down, and he grabs a handful of your ass, squeezing deliciously. You break the kiss to throw your head back, eyes closed as you enjoy the sensation of him.

“You know the only bad thing about shower sex?” Johnny asks, lips hot against your throat now. “Water isn’t lube, so I guess you’re going to have to be a good girl for me and wait just a little longer while I get you nice and wet for me.”

“I’m already wet,” you insist.

Johnny only chuckles, squeezing your ass harder as he licks at the sweet spot on your throat. “Let me enjoy this, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

“Really?” you groan. “I never would have noticed, you’re always so PG.”

“I’m not going to be PG anymore.”

“Thank god!” A shiver runs through your body at the idea of what ‘rated R Johnny’ is going to look like- and as he pushes his thigh up between your own, you’re so grateful that you no longer have to wonder, you’re about to find out exactly how dirty this blue collar man can get.

Johnny laughs again, but as he laughs, he pushes his thigh up even higher, making contact with your clit.

“Fuck, I haven’t been touched in so long,” you whimper, immediately grinding down against him.

“Well, you deserve this, you’ve been a very patient, very good girl for me.” 

“I have been,” you nod, rubbing your clit harder against his large, muscled thigh.

“Had options, but you stayed loyal, even when you didn’t have to.” Johnny’s still kissing your throat, and he nuzzles up against your ear, biting your lobe gently. “I feel like those choices have earned you many rewards.”

His words are something like praise- appreciation almost, and you’re thankful that he’s taken into account the fact that you’ve made important decisions to put this blooming relationship first, even when - as Jungwoo said - you had no actual defined loyalty keeping you tied to this tall man.

“I just like you a lot,” you moan, feeling overwhelmed with the possibilities of a relationship with this man- a man who has communicated that he’s interested in something long term, which is such a stark contrast to most of the men you deal with these days.

God, to have hope for a man again- it’s such a foreign feeling.

“I like you too, 304.”

“Johnny,” you groan, “call me something else.”

“I think 304 is cute,” he grins against your throat.

“Please?”

“Okay, baby, I’ll call you anything you want,” Johnny promises, adjusting his grip on you so he can trail his hand up your torso, putting a slight distance between your bodies now so he can cup your breast. His thumb rubs over your hard nipple and you whimper, grinding harder against his thigh. “You are a baby, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

“I could also see you as a bit of a princess,” he muses, pinching your nipple and making you gasp loudly. “Adorable little pretty princess baby.”

He might be overdoing it with the pet names, but you can’t even bring yourself to care- in fact, this overt cheesiness is doing something to you, making your pussy throb as you grind against his wet skin.

“That’s it,” Johnny groans, “I kind of want to watch you get off on my thigh.”

“Yeah?” You swallow thickly, reaching for his hard cock. You’re a little taken aback by how large he is, but you guess you shouldn’t be all that surprised. You’ve been shy so far, not even taking so much as a peek at what you’re going to be working with- and maybe that had been a mistake. You’d been so sure of yourself earlier when you’d told Johnny you could take him without prep, and now you’re realizing how wrong you had been.

A deep moan escapes Johnny as you begin to stroke him, and he rolls your nipple between his fingers, making you cry out- only for his hand to move away, along with his thigh.

You want to protest- only for two digits to press between your pussy lips, teasing your entrance but not pushing in- just playing, toying, moving up to your clit then back down.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

“You definitely feel wet,” Johnny muses.

“So finger fuck me?” you suggest, applying more pressure to his cock as you stroke him off.

“Hmm?” He circles your clit teasingly, being so gentle that your body is already practically begging for more.

“Please finger fuck me?” you ask, your free hand now clutching his forearm in desperation.

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

Johnny cups the back of your head, pulling your lips to his as his fingers enter your hot core for the first time.

Fuck, his fingers alone are enough to stretch you out and it feels absolutely delightful. 

He starts slow, testing the waters as his digits explore your inner walls gently, but as the kiss deepens so do his motions.

You’re absolutely lost in him, whimpering and moaning- your hips even begin to move, eagerly seeking out stimulus that he grants when his palm presses flat to your clit.

“Fuck,” you gasp, holding his strong, veiny forearm even tighter.

“Feels good?” he asks, looking down at you with lust filled eyes.

“Feels so good,” you nod, fighting the urge to just close your eyes and enjoy it, while also wanting to stare up at this gorgeous man who is watching you with clear interest.

You take a shuddery breath, trying to focus on stroking his cock, but he makes it more difficult when he crooks his fingers up, hitting that sweet spongy spot inside of you that has your legs shaking.

“Are you going to be able to stand through all of this?” Johnny chuckles. “That’s the other bad thing about shower sex, it’s a slipping risk.”

“I think I can do it,” you insist, not wanting him to stop his motions for even one moment.

“Just hold onto me tightly okay, but if you start to fall, uh… don’t pull my dick off.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, and Johnny joins you with a chuckle of his own.

This feels so natural, so safe- the fact that you’re both giggling during your first sexual experience together is a great sign, and it makes you relax a little more, which only adds to the pleasure that’s starting to throb out from your core.

“You close?” Johnny asks, sensing the shift in your attention.

“Too close,” you nod, swallowing thickly in an effort to control yourself.

“Want you to cum on my fingers,” he tells you. “You can do that for me, right princess?”

“Uh huh.” Your mind is becoming clouded by lust, and it’s making it harder for you to respond to him-

His fingers are moving fast now, pistoning in and out of you with just the right amount of pressure, his palm stimulating your clit in a way that’s just enough-

You’re getting closer and closer to the edge and you don’t feel like slowing down. 

Your eyes close, your breathing becoming haggard as your muscles tighten with anticipation-

“Cum on my fingers, baby,” Johnny groans. “Wanna feel it.” 

With that, you explode, unable to contain yourself anymore as his filthy words vibrate through your entire being like a mantra. The pleasure is intense, your core clamping down on his digits, body throbbing deliciously as you give yourself over to the feeling of it.

Your legs are weak, and you grab Johnny’s forearm tighter, digging your nails against his skin.

It’s the kind of ecstasy that you never want to end, and it’s clear that Johnny’s not going to be the one to pull the rug out from under you. He keeps you steady, working you through your high until your legs are physically shaking.

Only once he’s sure you’re finished does Johnny pull his hand away.

You open your eyes to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of you, and an echo of pleasure throbs through your pussy again.

“You’re so pretty when you cum,” Johnny tells you.

“Want you inside of me, now,” you respond.

“Hmmm… not yet.”

“What?” 

“You almost just fell over, I don’t think this is the safest place to do this,” Johnny laughs. “Come on, let's get out of the shower, dry off, and I’ll take you to my bed, like I’d planned.”

“Is it really that bad to fuck me here?” you whine.

“One, I don’t want you to slip, and two, I don’t want our first time to be here, you deserve a proper bed, so I can cuddle you after.” 

“You’re such a romantic,” you tease, but your heart swells at the notion of a man actually taking care of you.

“You love it,” Johnny insists.

He reaches behind himself, turning off the spray of water, then, he helps you out of the enclosed space. “Here,” Johnny passes you a towel, quickly patting himself down with his own before wrapping it around his waist, then he begins to help dry you off.

“I can do this part,” you assure him.

“I want to take care of you,” Johnny muses as his palms massage your breasts through the towel, making sure they’re extra dry.

“I think you just want to touch my tits again,” you grin.

“That too,” Johnny laughs.

“Predictable,” you toy.

“You think so?”

“Uh huh.”

In one quick motion, Johnny grabs you by the hips and lifts you onto the washroom countertop, tearing the towel away and discarding it haphazardly as he sinks to his knees.

“I think I’m going to make you cum on my tongue before I fuck you, you know, to prove how predictable I am.”

You don’t even have a moment to argue, Johnny pushes your thighs open, pulls you to the edge of the counter, and dives into your core with his tongue. 

You immediately latch onto his damp hair, throwing your head back as his mouth begins to work your pussy. You’re still sensitive from having just cum, and the sensation of his lips now wrapping around your clit has your muscles clenching with pleasure already. 

“Fuck-” you whimper, loving the way Johnny’s fingers are digging into your thighs, holding you open for a tongue that has a mind of its own.

You especially adore how messy he’s being. There are no kitten licks, no hesitancies, just a full-on lust fuelled ravaging of your core- nothing in your life has ever felt this fucking good.

You tug on Johnny’s hair roughly, but he’s unrelenting, in fact, you think he kind of likes the inkling of pain because he groans against your clit, licking at you sloppily while his nose bumps your sensitive bud over and over.

For a man who doesn’t do one night stands very often, he definitely knows his way around a pussy.

“Shit,” you moan, louder this time, your muscles tightening more and more-

You’re not used to men behaving this way with you, worshiping your body and putting your pleasure first. To have two back to back orgasms before he’s even taken anything for himself? Unheard of.

You can tell he wants you to cum, can tell that he’s eager for it, and the wet licks of his tongue against your sensitive pussy are ensuring that his preferred outcome happens sooner rather than later.

You give in to the feeling, deciding to relinquish control. If he wants to make you cum fast, then you can cum fast, and all of your attention moves to the feeling of pleasure that’s radiating out from your core.

Your abdominal muscles are tightening deliciously, and you begin to buck your hips a little, trying to ride his tongue while you hold him tight to your pussy by his hair.

Johnny groans again and the vibration of it sends a shiver of delight through your entire body.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-” You swallow thickly, brows furrowing with effort as you latch onto that feeling of euphoria, unwilling to let it drift away- “just like that, just like that-”

He sucks lewdly on your clit, flicking it with his tongue, and that’s all you need to explode, your pussy clamping down hard on nothing, squeezing and squelching sinfully. 

You’re gasping loudly, moaning like a whore as your orgasm washes over you in waves- and like your first high, Johnny is just as unrelenting with this one.

He doesn’t pull away, and with so much attention focused on your throbbing clit, it’s almost too much for you to handle.

You begin to push at Johnny’s head, but he’s like a brick wall, unmoving and diligent in his task.

“Oh my god-” your voice is raising with effort, raising with the euphoria that’s threatening to overwhelm you completely. “Johnny- too much-”

This time, he allows you to push him away, and you sink back down against the countertop, chest heaving with effort. Your legs twitch with aftershocks from your orgasm, and you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes yet, still lost in the ecstasy he’d just provided.

“You okay, princess?” Johnny asks, and you can sense him rising to his feet, his eyes inspecting you.

“Overstimulated,” you admit, another shock washing through you and making you jolt.

“I got side tracked,” Johnny admits, and you peer out at him from under hooded lids to see him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s okay, it was just a lot,” you assure him, reaching out to gently stroke his forearm. 

“Come on,” Johnny coaxes, lifting you off the sink so he can carry you to his room, “let’s give you a breather.”

He lays you gently onto his mattress, moving the blankets so you can get under the warm duvet.

The sheets smell like him, a manly pine scent, and it makes you groan, burying your face against the pillows while your brain tries to reaclimatize after a mind shattering orgasm.

Johnny joins you, and you instinctively cuddle close to his chest, delighted by the way his large arms wrap around you to hold you close.

“Just give me a sec,” you whisper, but even as the words leave your lips, your hand snakes down to his cock, and you gently wrap your fingers around the thick length.

Johnny chuckles. “Part of me thought you’d be too tired to actually fuck now.”

“Never,” you tell him, although you’re so exhausted from two extreme orgasms that there’s little conviction in the tone of your voice. 

“Take your time,” Johnny assures you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head while you languidly stroke his large cock. Unlike in the shower, however, there’s no lubrication of any kind, and soon, you tire of it.

“Okay,” you tell him, sitting up, “I can ride you.”

“Are you sure you want to be on top?” he blinks in shock. 

“Just to start, just to get used to your size,” you assure him.

“Whatever you want, princess.”

You swing your leg over Johnny’s hips, straddling him, and his hands find your waist. 

“Actually, let me grab some lube,” he says, sitting up abruptly. The muscles in his abdomen ripple under the skin, and you’re taken aback by just how beautiful this man is even as he’s reaching for his bedside table.

He pulls out a green bottle, squirting some of the gell into his palm before he grabs his cock.

You kind of love the view of his large hand on his massive cock, stroking up and down-

“Like what you see?” he laughs.

“You’re just so perfect,” you muse.

“That makes two of us I guess,” Johnny grins. “Okay, whenever you’re ready.”

He’s all lathered up now, and you grab the base of his cock, guiding yourself down on the tip. 

As you sink down even an inch, you groan at the stretch.

He’s covered in lube, and you’re definitely more than lubricated from two orgasms, but fuck- having not had sex in ages only to take the biggest cock of your life is definitely an adjustment for your tight pussy.

“Take it slow,” he assures you, tightening his grip on your hips to keep you steady as you gently sink down further on his cock.

“I’m good, you’re just so big,” you whimper.

Johnny only chuckles at your words, his eyes fixed on the meeting of your bodies.

“Not sure I can take it all like this,” you admit.

“I’ve heard that when a girl is on top, things feel deeper,” Johnny muses. “Don’t feel like you have to take it all right now, we can work up to that.”

“Okay,” you nod, “I’m going to bounce a bit.”

“Works for me, princess.”

You close your eyes, leaning over him and placing your hands firmly on his chest as an anchor as you begin to move up and down. The feeling of his massive cock against your inner walls has your body singing with pleasure already, and you begin to moan.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “Feels good.”

“So good,” you agree with another whimper.

One of Johnny’s hands moves from your hip to your breast, and he begins to massage the sensitive flesh as you ride him gently. The sensation of him tweaking your nipple has you groaning, your pussy clenching incredibly tight around him, which makes both of you cry out desperately.

“Fuck, let me know when you want me to take over,” Johnny tells you, and you get the sense that you might be killing him a little with the slowness of your pace. His hips twitch, and you suspect that he’s doing everything in his power not to madly thrust up into you, which is something you appreciate greatly.

You ride him for a little while longer, and then you give up, legs burning with effort already. “Okay, okay, you can top now.”

You pull off of his cock, and Johnny helps you roll down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress.

Instead of just getting on top of you, however, he stays on his side and leans over you, pressing his lips to yours while his hand continues to massage your breast.

You groan against his lips, threading your fingers through his hair desperately as his tongue invades your mouth.

He kisses you until you’re breathless, until your pussy is pulsing with desire, only then does he get between your legs, bringing the head of his cock to your awaiting hole.

“If you ever need me to slow down, or be less rough, or anything, just let me know,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as he gazes at your body.

“Just do it, Johnny,” you assure him, stroking his forearm. “Please.”

You watch his adam’s apple bob with effort again, and he slowly pushes the head of his cock into your wet hole, making you cry out. You grip his arm tighter, closing your eyes to enjoy the stretching sensation.

He sinks into you, inch by inch, gently thrusting to get you used to the intrusion.

When he’s almost fully inside of you, Johnny leans over your body, his elbows making contact with the bed on either side of your head so he can be in something of a plank position overtop of you.

You can feel his breath on your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him, your hand moving to cup his cheek while your legs wrap loosely around his waist.

“You can fuck me now,” you tease, grinning at how slow and gentle he’s been up until this point. “Please.” 

Johnny presses his lips to yours, and just like that, he begins to move.

Each thrust is unbound pleasure, his hips moving fluidly as he gradually increases his pace. His long cock hits deep spots inside of you that have you crying out, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders while your tongues battle for dominance in the most heated kiss of your life.

He’s moaning too, and it sounds so good- making your pussy even wetter as he decimates it perfectly.

You love the feeling of his large body pressing down against your own, his hard muscles are delightful under your touch when you skim your hand along his shoulders.

He’s steadily increasing the power behind each thrust, and now, the bed is beginning to rock with his movements, delighting you even more.

How can this man have so much raw power, but still be so gentle and careful when it matters most?

You might be a little obsessed with him, but as his massive cock hits your g-spot, you suppose it’s no wonder your feelings are growing at a rapid pace.

He has you cock drunk, in a way that you’ve never experienced in the entirety of your life, and you kind of love it.

“Shit,” Johnny cusses, breaking your kiss so he can press his mouth to your throat. “I never- never asked about protection.”

“I’m covered,” you assure him.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly. “You can cum inside me.”

A deep groan escapes Johnny, and it vibrates through where your chests are pressed together.

“Don’t want to cum like this,” Johnny tells you, “it’s too soon.”

He pulls away, and you whimper when his cock leaves your wet hole. But then Johnny is manhandling you into doggy position, and you let out a moan of pleasure, arching your back and resting your head against the bed.

“You look good like this too,” Johnny muses as he pushes his cock back into you, his hands grabbing your hips roughly. “Always look so good.”

His praise is doing something to you, encouraging you enough to make you begin to move as well, doing your best to match his pace and push back against him with each thrust.

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, and your moans mingle in the air together.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, railing into you even harder. “So fucking tight-”

“I’m close,” you assure him, “just let me-” you slip your hand between your thighs, fingers seeking out your sensitive clit. The moment you make contact, you feel your pussy contract around Johnny’s cock, and it makes you both moan loudly.

“Yeah, want you to cum with me,” Johnny tells you. “Want us to cum together.”

You don’t respond, too focused on your task as you begin to draw small circles around the sensitive bud.

God, nothing has ever felt this good, to be so completely full, while your clit is receiving attention at the same time-

The tension is quickly building in the pit of your stomach, and it’s clear to both of you that you’re rapidly approaching the edge-

“Here,” Johnny’s voice distracts you, and all of the sudden he’s hauling you onto your knees, pinning your back to his chest with an arm braced across your breasts, one hand cupping your boob like a seatbelt. You can feel his breath on your throat, and you quickly turn your head, seeking out his lips with your own.

His free hand pushes yours aside from your clit, applying even more pressure to your sensitive bud as he fucks into you erratically.

God, you feel him absolutely everywhere. You feel like a doll, suspended in time and space while this absolute unit of a man gives you all of the pleasure you could ever ask for, pulling at your strings like an expert.

He’s groaning more deeply- and with one more rough circle of your clit, you feel yourself come undone. You gasp against his lips, core clamping down on his cock-

A strangled sound escapes Johnny, his thrusts becoming even more erratic as he cums with you, coating your throbbing insides with his cum as you both fall off the edge together.

He’s clinging to you in a way a man has never clung to you, and you’re kissing him as if he’s the air you need to breathe. In this moment, it’s only you and him and this feeling of euphoria that you never want to give up.

He fucks you through your high until you’re both a panting mess, and then, he helps you back onto the bed, taking a deep breath.

“I’m going to go get some tissues,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You can only moan happily, inhaling the scent of pine as you cuddle against his pillow.

Johnny returns shortly, and he hands you some tissues to wipe his cum from your core.

“Should we take another shower or something?” Johnny asks, laughing a little at how messy you both are.

“Cuddles first,” you tell him.

Johnny grins, joining you on his bed, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you. “Cuddles first,” he agrees.

You both take deep breaths, and as your body begins to calm down while pressed against his, you know you made the right choice of man in this fucked up, love island-esque apartment complex that you now call home.

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Johnny x Reader: Forgotten Memories (Smut)

WC: 3.6k, oral sex, unprotected sex, sexual dreams, sexual memories, dirty talk, oral gagging, clothes ripping, etc.

Johnny and Y/N are the golden couple in their friend group but Johnny loses his memories after an accident. But he keeps having filthy dreams about this one girl he can't quite place...until he can.

Johnny had always been the sun in Y/N’s orbit—warm, radiant, and impossible not to fall in love with. Everyone knew it. In the cozy chaos of their friend group, Johnny and Y/N were the couple. Golden. Untouchable. The way he’d press a kiss to her temple in the middle of loud parties, the way she’d always save him the last bite of her dessert, the soft looks they exchanged like the world only spun for them—nobody doubted they were it for each other.

But that all shattered with the screech of tires and twisted metal.

Johnny survived. But his memories didn’t. After the car accident he lost 2 years worth of memories.

Now, he sat across from Y/N on the leather couch in their shared apartment—except he didn’t remember they were in a relationship. To him, they were just best friends and roommates. He smiled politely, that easy charm still intact, but his eyes were unfamiliar.

“I can’t believe we’re roommates,” he joked, running a hand through his hair. “Kinda wild. You always this neat, Y/N?”

Roommates.

Y/N’s throat tightened, but she forced a soft laugh. “Only when I’m trying to impress.”

He grinned, completely oblivious to the way her heart cracked every time he didn’t reach for her hand or kiss her forehead. The man who used to murmur filth in her ear when no one was watching, who used to pin her to the kitchen counter because he couldn’t wait until the bedroom—he was gone. Or buried somewhere deep.

The rest of the boys knew, of course. Taeyong, Doyoung, Jaehyun—they all followed her lead, pretending Johnny had always just been her friend. Nobody wanted to confuse him, overwhelm him. Doctors orders. 

And Y/N? She let them. Even if every “friendly” smile he gave her was like a knife to the chest.

But sometimes…

Sometimes, Johnny would look at her—just for a second—like he knew. Like his body remembered even if his mind didn’t.

One night, after everyone had gone to bed, Johnny found her curled up on the couch in one of his old hoodies. He didn’t say a word. Just stood in the doorway, watching.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

He stepped closer. Slowly. Like he was testing something.

“I keep… I keep getting these flashes,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Of you. Or at least I think it's you. Laughing. Moaning.”

Y/N’s eyes widened.

His gaze darkened. “Do you think we…? Did we ever…?”

She bit her lip. “Johnny, just give it some time. It'll come back to you in a while. Who knows if it's just your imagination or memories." Y/n said softy, dropping the conversation. 

Johnny could tell she was uncomfortable so he dropped it. Maybe they just hooked up but he'd like to think their friendship meant more than that.

Johnny keeps having these dreams. Really filthy dirty dreams.

The first dream was mostly heat.

A blurred body pressed to his. Moaning in his ear. Nails digging into his back. His hips slamming up into someone so wet, so tight, it had him waking up with a sharp groan and clenched fists.

But no face.

The woman in the dream was always faceless, her body arching under his, above him, around him—sometimes riding him, sometimes bent over, whispering things that made his cock twitch even after he woke.

He tried not to think about Y/N.

But the way her voice sounded when she laughed… the way she chewed her lower lip when she was nervous… the curve of her waist when she leaned over the counter in the mornings—it matched the girl in his dreams.

Was it memory trying to come back? Or just his twisted imagination latching onto the only woman who didn’t look at him like a stranger?

Every time he brought it up, the boys and yn just smiled a little too sweetly and said, “Don’t push it, Johnny. It’ll come back when you’re ready.”

But at night, he was ready.

His body knew things his mind didn’t.

In the third week, the dreams became more detailed.

He remembered the grip of her thighs around his head. The wetness of her cunt on his tongue. The way she’d grind her hips down, breathless and bratty.

“Faster,” she gasped in his ear, bouncing on his cock like she owned him. “You love when I use you like this, don’t you?”

And he did. Fuck, he did.

He'd wake up with aching muscles and soaked boxers, dazed and trembling. Every time, he thought: That has to be her. That has to be Y/N.

But when he saw her the next day, she was soft and sweet. Friendly. Like he was just her old best friend coming back into her life.

He couldn’t reconcile the sweet girl making him coffee in the kitchen with the one who whispered filth in his dreams.

And then came the dream that changed everything.

He’s flat on his back.

There’s candlelight flickering. Her silhouette is above him, moving with a slow, sensual rhythm. Her tits bounce, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

She’s not faceless this time. Not completely.

Her lips. Her voice. Her scent. It’s her. It has to be. 

And around her neck—dancing with every thrust—is a delicate, gold butterfly necklace.

She’s moaning his name now, one hand on his chest, the other in her hair. “God, Johnny. You fill me so good. You’re mine, you’re mine—fuck, don’t stop—”

He wakes up with a choked cry, hand wrapped around his cock, still pulsing. Still desperate.

The necklace is burned into his brain.

Later that morning

The moment Johnny sees the necklace—delicate gold, a butterfly charm resting against y/n's throat—it’s like something detonates in his chest.

That necklace. The one from the dream where she was naked on top of him, riding him slow, sweat gleaming on her skin, her moans wrapping around his name like silk.

Now, it’s real. On her. In daylight. And there’s no way it’s a coincidence.

“Where did you get that?” he says, voice low. Too low.

Y/N blinks, caught off guard. “What?”

He points to her chest, where the butterfly rests. “That necklace.”

Her hand lifts protectively, fingers brushing over it. “You gave it to me. Last year, for my birthday.”

His jaw tightens. The confirmation is a fuse to his rage, his confusion, his hunger.

He steps closer.

“Y/N,” he says, voice dark and calm, “you’ve been lying to me.”

She backs up a step. “Johnny—”

“Don’t.” Another step. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t—”

“I see you every night,” he growls, closing the distance until she hits the wall. His arms cage her in instantly, palms slamming to either side of her head. “In my dreams. No....memories. Moaning. Begging. Telling me how deep you want it.”

She sucks in a breath.

“I didn’t see your face, not until now. But I know that necklace. I know that voice.” His breath ghosted over her ear. “And I know this body.”

“You wore that necklace,” he hisses. “In my dream. Nothing else. Just that little gold butterfly bouncing on your chest while you fucked yourself on my cock like you’d done it a hundred times before.”

Her lips part, but no sound comes out.

He reached down, slow and firm, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. She gasped.

“Johnny—!”

His hand paused at her thigh. “These panties…” he murmured, voice darkening. His knuckles brushed soft lace. “You wore these before, didn’t you? Pink. Thin. Little bow on the front. I remember ripping them off with my teeth.”

Her whole body jolted. She gripped his bicep, trying to breathe.

“And you remember too,” he whispered. “Your thighs were around my head that night. You were shaking. Sobbing. Couldn’t stop grinding against my face.”

He dragged his fingertips slowly along the waistband of her panties, feeling the fabric. His eyes stayed locked on hers, daring her to deny it.

He leans in close, breath hot against her ear. “I know the sound you make when I bury my face between your legs and don’t stop until you’re sobbing. I know how you clench when you’re close. I remember your scent. Your skin. The way your back arches when you ride me slow, like you own me.”

She gasps, visibly trembling, her chest heaving.

“You’re always in my car in these dreams,” he goes on, deeper now, filthier. “Straddling me in the front seat, tits pressed to the window so anyone could see. Or in my shower, water dripping down your body while I fuck you from behind and you whisper, ‘I can’t take it, Johnny, it’s too good—’”

“Stop,” she breathes, voice barely there.

But he doesn’t. He steps closer, and she flattens against the wall, caged by his body. His thigh slots between hers. He tilts her chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“No. I’m not stopping. Because I remember your hands in my hair. I remember how you begged me to make you come until your legs gave out. And I know it was you.”

Her eyes are wide, glassy.

“You gonna tell me I imagined the way you taste?” His voice drops to a rasp. “The way you say my name when I hit that spot inside you over and over until you’re crying?”

“Johnny—” she chokes, eyes flooding.

His hand slides around the back of her neck. Gentle. Possessive.

Her legs trembled. She reached for his chest, but he grabbed her wrist and pinned it above her head, eyes blazing.

“You think I imagined this?” He yanked her skirt higher with his free hand, grabbing a handful of lace between her thighs. “Your body fucking remembers me.”

“Johnny,” she gasped, half a warning, half a plea.

He rubbed her over her panties now, slow and dirty, voice like smoke. 

Tears welled in her eyes. Her whole body was shaking, heat roaring through her core.

“Every night,” he growled. “You’re in my head. Moaning. Writhing. Dripping down my cock. And I wake up so hard it hurts.”

She whimpered, eyes fluttering.

He leaned in, his lips barely touching hers.

She was trembling now. Almost sobbing.

“So go ahead. Lie to me. Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you’re not the one who had me obsessed.”

“Tell me you weren’t the one I kept dreaming about in my car, on my couch, in my bed—legs spread, voice wrecked, dripping—”

“I can’t,” she finally chokes. “I can’t lie to you.”

“Say it,” he whispers. “Say it was you.”

A beat.

A breath.

And then—

“It was me,” she whispers. “It’s always been me.”

Something inside him snaps.

He crushes her mouth with his, panting, growling, his hands everywhere—gripping her thighs, her waist, her jaw. She wraps herself around him, moaning, breathless.

But he’s not satisfied.

He pulls back, chest heaving, eyes still locked on hers.

“On the floor,” he rasps. “Now.”

And when she stares up at him, dazed and flushed, he just grabs her by the hips, lifts her, and lays her down himself.

Because he’s done dreaming.

Now he’s going to devour her.

Y/N lands with a soft gasp, legs already spreading for him without thought, body instinctively remembering what her mind had to deny for weeks.

Johnny doesn’t waste a second.

He drops to his knees between her thighs, yanks her skirt up to her waist, and stares—hungry.

“Pink,” he growls. “Fucking knew it.”

Before she can say a word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband and rips her panties straight down the middle.

She gasps, but before the sound can leave her lips, he stuffs the torn fabric into her mouth.

“Shh,” he pants, eyes wild as he settles between her thighs. “I want you quiet. I need you to listen.”

Then he grabs her thighs, spreads them wider, and dives in.

His tongue hits her soaked slit with a groan like he’s finally home.

Y/N cries out against the panties in her mouth, writhing, already overwhelmed.

But Johnny doesn’t let up.

He licks her slow at first—dragging his tongue up her folds, pausing to suck her clit just long enough to make her legs jerk. Then he does it again. And again. Louder. Sloppier.

“You remember this?” he pants, voice wrecked between licks. “This is how I started almost every fucking morning. Woke you up with my tongue until you were whining, grinding on my face, soaking the sheets—fuck—just like this.”

She moans behind the gag, eyes wide and pleading.

His fingers dig into her thighs, holding her open as he eats her like a man possessed.

“You’d beg me to stop,” he pants, licking up her slit with a groan, “but your pussy would say otherwise. Dripping. Shaking. Clenching every time I called you my good girl.”

She thrashes—but there’s nowhere to go. He’s on her, in her, inside every part of her memory.

“You cried the first time I made you come on my tongue,” he growls. “Told me no one ever licked you like that. No one ever sucked your clit just right while fucking you with two fingers—here—”

He thrusts them in, and her body arches.

“I used to talk to you while I did it,” he huffs, tongue dragging lazy circles. “Told you how sweet you taste, how pretty your pussy looks when you twitch around my tongue.”

Y/N’s body is shaking now—clenching, needy, close.

And Johnny feels it.

He leans up, eyes dark and mouth wet, licking his lips as he watches her fall apart.

“You broke me,” he whispers. “You made me obsessed.”

He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them inside her.

“I thought I was crazy,” he pants. “Waking up soaked in cum every night, hand wrapped around my cock, still hard, because dreaming of your moans wasn’t enough.”

She lets out a strangled noise behind the gag.

“You ruined me,” he growls, “and now I’m going to ruin you all over again.”

He drops back down, sucks her clit hard—and she shatters.

Her legs lock around his head, body spasming, thighs trembling as she screams into her panties. He holds her down, tongue relentless until she’s twitching, oversensitive, begging with her eyes for mercy.

But he doesn’t stop.

He licks her through it.

Then up her stomach.

Then up her chest, dragging the soaked panties from her mouth and kissing her hard—tongue filthy and greedy, claiming her mouth like it belongs to him.

When he pulls back, she’s breathless, wrecked.

And he just whispers—

“Now I want you to say it.”

She blinks.

“Say you’re the one who used to beg for it in my car,” he growls, rutting against her soaked entrance. “Say you’re the girl who sat on my cock in the driver’s seat while we fogged up the windows. Who rode me so hard you ripped my fucking shirt.”

“Johnny,” she gasps. “I—I—”

He flipped her over so her back was against his chest.

“Say it,” he hisses, lining up at her entrance. “Say you’re the one who made me addicted.”

“I am,” she breathes. “It was always me.”

He thrusts in.

All the way.

And they both moan.

Because now that he remembers?

He’s never letting her forget.

Johnny grips her hips hard, steadying himself as he sinks deep inside her, slow and deliberate at first.

The sensation of her slick heat wrapped around him after all those nights dreaming? It’s unreal. Like she’s a ghost he’s finally caught.

“You feel exactly like I dreamed,” he growls, voice thick and rough as his hips start snapping forward.

Y/N’s body trembles, legs shaking under him, breath ragged.

Johnny leans down, lips brushing the shell of her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

“Do you know how many nights I woke up soaked, thinking about this? About you? About your fucking pussy squeezing me tight, making me lose my mind?”

He thrusts harder, fingers digging into her hips like he’s afraid she’ll disappear.

“You were riding me in my dreams—fucking me slow, teasing me until I was begging to come inside you.”

His voice drops lower, rougher.

“God, the way your cunt clenched around my cock—I swear, I thought I was a sex addict, but it was you all along. You’re my fucking poison.”

Y/N gasps, shaking uncontrollably as he pounds into her mercilessly.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine. Say you’ve been craving this as much as I have.”

She can barely speak, trembling so hard.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’m yours. Always.”

He growls, biting her shoulder lightly, lost in the feeling of finally having her, his real girl, beneath him.

His thrusts get faster, harsher, dragging deep, filthy groans from both of them.

“I’ve been dreaming of burying my cock in you all day,” he pants. “Feeling you shake, hearing you cry my name while I fuck you from behind—just like this.”

She moans loud, breathless, broken.

“Fuck,” he snarls. “I’m never letting you go.”

And then he pulls her tighter, caging her with his body as he pounds in, hard and fast, lost in the filthy, desperate truth—

The woman from his dreams was real. His memories. 

And she was his. 

She tightened around him and her eyes rolled back in bliss as her body shook and orgasm exploded throughout her body. Johnny followed soon after, reaching the bliss that he's been dreaming about for so long. Finally feeling fulfilled. 

Johnny carried her through the hallway like she’s the most precious thing in the world.

Her legs are wrapped around his waist, arms draped over his shoulders, face tucked into his neck. His body is warm, solid, familiar. There’s no urgency now — just slow, steady steps. His hand is spread across her back, the other under her thighs, like he never wants to let her go again.

When they reach the bedroom, he lays her down gently on the cool sheets, his fingers brushing back the hair from her damp forehead. He leaves just long enough to grab a towel, warm water, and something soft to clean her with. The whole time, she watches him — eyes glassy but calm — as if seeing the man she loved return piece by piece.

He takes his time cleaning her. Soft strokes. Gentle touches. Kisses pressed to her knee, her hip, her shoulder. When he’s finished, he crawls into bed beside her and pulls the blanket over both of them. Their bodies slide together effortlessly, her head against his chest, his arms wrapped around her like they belong there.

Silence stretches. A soft, sacred quiet.

Then his voice breaks through it, low and rough.

“Tell me everything.”

Y/N tilts her head up. “Everything?”

He nods, brushing his knuckles across her cheek. “I need to know… all of it. Who confessed first? What was our first date? First kiss? I want to feel it all again. I want to live it with you, even if it’s only through your voice.”

She nods slowly, eyes misty. And she begins.

“You told me first,” she whispers. “I think you knew before I did.”

He smiles faintly. “That tracks.”

“We were watching a movie. I was half-asleep on your chest. You thought I didn’t hear you when you whispered it, but I did. You said, ‘I think I’m in love with you.’ And then you just… kept playing with my hair like nothing happened.”

Johnny lets out a soft laugh, chest rumbling beneath her. “Smooth.”

She grins. “I didn’t say it back until a week later. You walked me home after training, and I kissed you on my doorstep and said, ‘I know I’m in love with you.’ You smiled so big it made me cry.”

Johnny presses a kiss to the top of her head, voice barely above a whisper. “I wish I remembered that.”

“You will,” she says gently. “Your heart already does.”

He pulls her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her like he’s anchoring himself.

“What about our first date?” he asks quietly.

“You booked a reservation at some rooftop restaurant. It rained.”

Johnny groans playfully. “Why does that sound familiar?”

“Because it was perfect,” she smiles. “We got burgers instead. Ate in your car with the windows fogged up. You wiped ketchup off my face and kissed me for the first time.”

His voice drops. “That I can feel. Like a ghost of a memory in my mouth.”

She reaches up, thumb grazing his jaw. “We kissed like we already belonged to each other.”

Johnny’s throat bobs as he swallows hard. “I swear to God, Y/N… even when I didn’t remember, I knew. In my bones. I’d look at you and feel it — this pull, this ache. I thought I was losing my mind.”

Her voice trembles. “I felt like I lost you. Like you were here, but gone.”

“I wasn’t,” he whispers. “Not really. You were inside me. Every touch, every instinct. I didn’t need the memories to love you. My soul knew you.”

He leans down and kisses her slow — not urgent or filthy this time, just real. A mouth-shaped promise. When he pulls back, he holds her gaze.

“I love you,” he murmurs. “Even if I have to fall for you a hundred times over. I’ll do it. I’ll remember it all. Every laugh, every fight, every time you fell asleep on me. I want it.”

“You already have it,” she whispers, pressing her forehead to his.

And they lie there, wrapped around each other like something sacred — a love once forgotten now burned back into the skin.

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“stress relief” | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: smut | wc: 5.3k | au: husband! johnny 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: doctor! + dom! johnny, stay-at-home wife! reader, established relationship, domesticity, comfort, free use kink, oral (m! receiving), talking through it, edging, counting down, overstimulation, recording, rough sex, piv, praising, possessiveness, breeding kink, use of vibrator, cock warming, creampie, aftercare, positions — cowgirl/prone/missionary, pet names — baby/sweetheart 𝜗𝜚 summary: johnny comes home after a tough and frustrating day, you — his very loving and doting wife — takes care of him in the best way you can… after all, he does so much for you. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : there’s something about the idea of being johnny’s stay-at-home wife makes my insides tingle. also, this era of johnny is what i imagined he would look like in this fic... do what you want with that info.

As you step out of your bedroom, you hear the front door open then shut, followed by a deep sigh. You peek your head from the hallway to see Johnny undoing his tie before burying his face in his hands, clearly frustrated and overwhelmed.

“Tough day at work?” You ask, leaning your shoulder against the archway. Your voice catches him by surprise and his features soften at the sight of you. “Were your patients mean to you?” You tease.

“A little,” he admits, a tiny smile threatening to pull from the corner of his lips. Removing his tie, he lets the fabric hang on the backrest of a nearby dining chair. He makes his way to you before stopping himself, looking down at his clothes. “I should probably shower before hugging you, just in case.”

“That hasn’t stopped you before,” you cock your head to the side, confused at the sudden concern before pushing it aside. “But I was just about to hop into the shower. Wanna join me?” 

He nods and a relieved smile dances on his lips. 

You both head into the bathroom and you turn the shower’s dial to the temperature comfortable for both you and Johnny — dialing back on the heat since you like it a little hotter than he does.

“What happened at work today?” You ask Johnny as you squeeze his body wash into the wet washcloth before telling him to turn around so you could wash his back. 

He shakes his head. “Nothing out of the ordinary,” he lies.

“You don’t always come home frustrated like this.” 

You feel his shoulders tense up before relaxing, letting you know he’s about to tell you what happened. When he does, you listen intently, offering him little hums as you signal him to turn around so you could wash his chest. 

“So, are you thinking about leaving that hospital?” You wonder, handing him the washcloth to have him wash the rest of his body. 

“Obviously it’s something I hope we could talk about,” he softly lets out. “The position at the other hospital pays more, but the one I’m working at now is only 20 minutes away from here.” 

“Money hasn’t been an issue before,” you scrunch your eyebrows when you look up at him before switching positions, having him under the shower head to rinse off while you begin to wash your own body with another washcloth. 

“Yeah I know,” he sighs. “But I don’t know, what if something happens. I wanna make sure we’re prepared.” 

“What would happen?” 

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “What if one of us is hospitalized or if we decide to have kids? What if one of our cars breaks down or one of us gets into an accident?” 

You place your soapy hand on his glistening chest. “I get it,” you huff out a tiny laugh. “If this is an issue, then maybe I should start working again.” 

He takes your hand and lowers it before signaling you to turn around. Taking the washcloth you’re using, he begins to wash your back for you. “When we got married, I promised I would take care of you.” He reminds you and you replay the conversation you both had when you finally had the opportunity to quit the god-awful job you worked while Johnny worked towards the goal that got him where he is now. “I intend on keeping that promise.” 

“But not at the expense of you feeling like this,” you retort. “Do you want to take the other position because you want to or is it for the money?”

“It also has really great benefits,” he chuckles.

“Okay, would your workload lighten?” You question.

“Only slightly,” he giggles, handing you your washcloth and holding out a hand for you to help balance yourself as you wash the rest of your body. “A doctor’s workload doesn’t lighten no matter where you go.”

You look up at him, playfully rolling your eyes at his response.

“It’ll also be closer to my parents,” he softly admits, switching places with you again.

“Is that why you wanna move?” You allow the warm water to rise off your back as you await Johnny's answer. 

“Part of the reason.” 

You lift your hand to Johnny’s cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “I think that’s enough of a reason,” you reassure.

“You’re sure? I feel bad that I’ve been dragging you everywhere because of work.” 

“At least this time it’s closer to where you grew up.” You  turn to rinse off the last bits of suds on your body. “Plus, your parents love me. They’ll be happy to have their daughter in law closer to them and they can stop nagging you about us visiting them.”

Johnny lets out a laugh as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing your back into his chest. “I love you,” he whispers. “Thank you for being open and understanding.” 

You turn to face him, your bare chest pressing against his as he hugs you. Peering up through your wet lashes, you notice how he slicks back his hair away from his forehead and a droplet of water rolls from the tips of his hair down his neck. 

“If the roles were reversed, I know you would do the same for me,” you reply. “I intend on taking care of you, too, in any way I can.”

After showering, you find yourself and your husband in bed. You listen to Johnny pour out his other frustrations regarding work. With a towel wrapped around your body and a towel wrapped around his waist, you sit on your knees as you rub your moisturizer onto your face and down your neck as he speaks. 

“Yeah, I can definitely see why you’re frustrated,” you quietly let out, rubbing the excess moisturizer on your hands. “When do you think you’ll send in your resignation?”

“Maybe in a few months, six months tops. It’ll give us time to go apartment shopping before we move.” 

You nod in agreement before reaching over Johnny to place your moisturizer on your bedside table. “Anything I can do to help you relax after the hectic day you had?” You question, straddling his lap as your hands rub against his shoulders. “I can give you a massage,” you pause. “Or do other things, if you’d like.”

Taking your hands into his, he entwines his fingers between yours. “What do you have in mind?” He questions with a slight lift of his brow and a tilt of his head. 

“Something along the lines of you using me however you want,” you grin. “With a little bratiness thrown in here and there because I wouldn’t be your wife without it.” You pause for a second to give him a less explicit option. “Or I can make your favorite comfort meal. It’s up to you.”

With the way his lips lift into a smirk and the way he pulls your towel loose, you know his decision. 

You place yourself between his thighs, untucking the towel that’s wrapped around his waist. Without further instruction or objection, you grab a hold of his cock and lay your head against his toned abdomen. 

You use your tongue to lick against his shaft before pecking kisses against his reddened tip, feeling his cock harden at the touch of your lips. Swirling your tongue over his slit, he gathers your hair to one side and away from your face so he’s able to enjoy the view of his wife’s service. 

He pets your cheek endearingly, silently encouraging you to take more of him. When you do, it’s just his tip your lips wrap around. You use your hand to stroke the rest of his length and he lets out a satisfied sigh. 

“Stick your tongue out,” Johnny softly orders, grabbing a hold of the base of his hardened length. You obediently follow his command and he slaps his shaft against your tongue. The sight of you is so enticing, you see him grinning from ear to ear. 

You take hold of his shaft and you suck on his tip. He lets out a small moan before his head lolls back from pleasure. His hips buck up into you ever so slightly, pushing further into your mouth. 

“Impatient aren’t we?” You smirk as you use your thumb to circle his leaking tip. You peck tender kisses against his shaft, teasing him. “Want me to take all of it already?”

He nods and you see his pupils dilate at the sight of you. Gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail, you reposition your lips against his cock’s head before engulfing him down your throat.

He sharply inhales before muttering ‘oh fuck’ under his breath at the feeling of your warm mouth around his length. Holding your head in place with your hair that’s fisted between his knuckles, he bucks his hips up into you and watches your lips meet the base of his shaft — soaking in the glorious sight of his lengthy cock disappearing into your mouth as you bob your head up and down.

Your gags bounce off the four walls of your shared bedroom. You slurp up your drool before spitting it back onto his cock and spreading it with your hands, knowing he’s a sucker for your sloppy head. 

Using your mouth as his personal toy, he guides your head up and down before holding you in place as you gag. 

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he instructs and watches as you follow suit, smiling at how well you follow his directions. “That’s it, good job.” He chuckles in amusement as he lifts your head up again before guiding your mouth back down his shaft. “Good girl,” he deeply groans as he feels you swallow around his tip before hollowing your cheeks. 

When he lifts your head by your hair, he roughly brings your lips to his while you position yourself with his length between your wet folds and pressing against your aroused clit. 

You pull away from his kiss and plant your hands onto his chest, rocking your hips back and forth and mixing your wetness with the saliva coated around his cock. He sees a string of his precum follow your clit when you rub his tip against you. 

His eyes are glued to your movements. One hand rests on your thigh while the other frantically searches for his phone on the bedside table. When he gets a hold of it, he quickly opens up his camera and the little ding coming from his phone tells you he’s recording a video.

As you continue teasing him, you feel him throb under you and his breathing suddenly deepens. He’s watching you through his phone screen and his eyes light up with lust. You notice how the protruding bump of his adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows and how his lips part, as if he’s thirsting for more. 

“Slide it in,” he instructs, waiting for you to follow his words. He’s taken aback when you swiftly grab a hold of his phone and dodge his attempt to grab it back. 

“Beg for it,” you smile sweetly as the image on him fills up his phone screen. 

“Please stick it in, I wanna feel you around me.” He lets out but the lack of desperation in his voice causes you to shake your head. 

You take a hold of his cheeks with your hand, forcing him to look directly into the camera you’re holding in front of him. Tilting your head to the side while moving your hips back and forth, you give him a disappointed, and exaggerated, sigh. 

“I bet Dr. Suh is used to people following his instructions, huh?” You taunt. “It must really annoy you when your wife isn’t one of them.” 

A wicked grin appears before he tries to take the phone from you once more, only for you to swiftly pull it back and away from him. When you push his chest back down, you bring the camera in his line of vision again.

“Come on, all you have to do is beg a little.” You giggle, dragging your thumb gently along his bottom lip before running it down the column of his throat. “I wanna hear how badly you want me.” 

In that moment, you see his eyes darken and he makes direct eye contact with his phone’s camera, knowing you’re looking at his screen. 

“Please let me fuck you,” he smirks. “Let me show you exactly who you belong to.” He pauses, bringing his hand up to the wrist of the hand you’re holding the phone in. He squeezes it slightly to prevent you from pulling away. “Let me fucking ruin you tonight, baby.”

His words ignite a fire in the pit of your stomach before he shoves his phone out of your hand and onto the other side of the bed. 

Snaking his hand behind your neck, he frantically pulls you down to his lips before delving his tongue into your mouth, rolling it over yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth. 

“You want that, huh?” He speaks against your lips. “You want me to ruin you, over and over again.” 

You mindlessly nod your head, quickly submitting to his previous words without needing to say it again. You lift your hips to give you enough room to maneuver his tip against your entrance before sinking onto his shaft, your needy cunt swallowing him effortlessly while your walls quickly mold to his size as he whispers ‘good girl’ against your lips. 

He squeezes his hands against your hips, keeping you in place before lifting his hips to penetrate deeply into you — feeling his mushroom tip presses against your sweet spot.

You sit up, planting your palms against his warm chest with your fingers splayed out. Your nails leave crescent shaped indents as you dig them into him with every satisfying thrust.

His hands slide up your body and up to the sides of your neck and his thumb slips between your lips and against your tongue. Without being told, you begin sucking. 

With one hand still planted on your neck, he halts his thrusts. He swiftly uses the thumb you sucked on to circle against your aching clit.

“Look at me,” his voice deepens as he stares into your eyes, flickering between them. 

You’re squirming on top of him with the way his thumb works your ball of nerves. He taps the pad of his thumb against your clit, causing you to shudder and your velvety walls involuntarily pulse around his cock.

You try to muffle your noises with the way you’re pressing your lips together, only for a moan to slip out and opening the floodgates of noises he needs to hear from you. 

“Get loud,” he teases. “A noise complaint won’t hurt.” 

You press the palm of your hand against his mouth, silencing him. Just by the look in his eyes, you know it was a mistake. You feel him smirk against your palm right before his thumb picks up its pace. 

Just as he expected, you bite down on your bottom lip as you’re grinding on top of him. He feels your walls tighten before you slide your hand down to his chest, bracing yourself for your orgasm.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He taunts and you rapidly nod your head. “That’s too bad, actually. No you’re not.” He chuckles as he continues to circle your clit, confusing you. “You’re not gonna cum until I get to number one. If you think about looking away, I’m starting over. If you cum before I get to one, I’m putting you on a sex ban.”

He begins counting backwards from 10. By the time he reaches 8, your nails are clawing into his chest. When he reaches 5, the muscles in your body begin to hurt from how hard you’re tensing up. By 4, your toes are curling, your calves burning, and your tears begin to brim your waterline. 

“3… 2…” he lingers before saying the last number until you let out a desperate wimper followed by a quiet ‘please’ to which he smiles. “1.” 

Within a second, you allow yourself to let go and have your orgasm hit you. You shut your eyes and whimpers spill out from your lips as your body freezes from the shockwaves that course through your body. His thumb doesn’t waver and he’s rubbing your swollen clit until you’re begging him to stop. 

You twitch upon his touch as his thumb taps against your overstimulated clit. A squeal is heard and you push his hand away from you, weakly pinning it against the mattress. Every muscle in your body relaxes and causes you to fall onto your husband’s chest. 

“You’re so mean,” you tiriedly laugh as Johnny slides his finger up and down your bare spine.

“But that tone tells me you enjoyed it,” he teases before bucking into you again, causing you to jerk upwards. “C’mon, you’re not done.” He taps your thigh before instructing you to get onto your stomach. 

Patting around the bed, he finds his phone and stops the previous recording before starting a new one. With your legs between his thighs, he gives your ass a nice, playful smack before placing the phone in your hand.

You hold his phone at arms length in front of you, ensuring both you and Johnny were in frame.

“Keep your eyes on the screen,” he grins before sliding himself into your entrance and your jaw drops at the sudden feeling of fullness. “Look away and I’m stopping, do you understand?”

You nod, looking at the screen like he instructed. Your eyes are glazed over and you see streaks of dried up tears against your face. He leans forward, caging you under him with his arms before his lips meet the shell of your ear, playfully tugging it between his teeth. 

“Use your words,” he whispers. 

“Yes, I understand.” you correct yourself, obediently.

“Yes what?” He smirks, looking at you through the screen before harshly thrusting into you. “Say my name.”

“Yes Johnny,” you whisper, jaw slacked open from his slow and hungry movements. Your eyes attempt to close, only for Johnny to remind you of his rules. 

“You want me to stop?” He questions harshly, almost in disbelief.

You quickly shake your head, looking at him through the phone screen. “I’m sorry,” you let out. “Please don’t stop. You give him a pout. “I promise I’ll follow your instructions.” 

Your begs cause him to grin against your cheek before planting a gentle kiss on your skin. Your eyes stay locked on Johnny who lifts himself to thrust into you. His hands push against your lower back and he uses you for his own pleasure.

His strokes are deep — harsh even — as if he’s taking out all his frustrations on your poor innocent cunt. His rough movements are accompanied by deep, guttural groans — almost animalistic and feral. 

His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down his shaft as he penetrates into you, hitting your sensitive spot. You see his eyes lift to make sure you’re following the rules he placed upon you and to his surprise, you are — with your brows furrowed and your jaw dropped from the immense pleasure you’re feeling.

You’ve bunched up the sheets under your chin to bite on as he gives you his cock oh so well and in turn, it helps muffle your screams of pleasure so you’re not too loud. 

“Lift your hips,” he orders and you follow through. He slides his hand under you, placing itself between your thighs. Your eyes widen, already knowing what he’s about to do.

He leans forward again, placing open kisses against your shoulder and setting his lips against the back of head. Johnny’s skilled fingers circle around your overly sensitive, swollen, and aching clit and your hips twitch up and into him from the sensitivity. 

“You’re so pretty like this,” he coos. “So fucking pretty and all mine,” he mutters against your hair. “Don’t you think?” 

All you do is nod, mind filled with nothing but haze as you’re focused on the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Say it.” You feel a devilish smile appear on his face. “Look in the camera and say who you belong to.”

You do as he says. “I’m yours.” You mumble.

“Uh uh,” he quietly and playfully scolds. “Say my name.”

“I’m Johnny’s.” Your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassed he’s making you talk as if someone else will be watching this video. 

“Good girl,” he growls, punctuating every word with a deep and harsh thrust. “I love making love to your pretty little cunt.” He groans. “It’s mine, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes.”

“I can use it however the fuck I want. You love when I fill you up, don’t you? You love when I mark you up from the inside with my cum, hm?” 

His obscene words cause your heart to skip a beat and your stomach flutters before the muscles in your stomach tightens, feeling a build up of pleasure. 

You rapidly nod your head at his words while your nails dig into the bed sheets that are already peeling off the corners of your mattress. 

“I love when you cum inside of me, Johnny.” You whine, allowing your jaw to fall open as his hips harshly thrust into you, slapping of skin filling the room. 

“Yeah?” He slyly chuckles. “What better way to show people you’re mine than to fuck my baby into my pretty wife?” He grins at the sight of you biting down on the bed sheets, your walls clenching around his shaft as you hear his words.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum,” you warn as your eyes watch his hips slap against your ass, your skin rippling with every rough stroke.

Johnny’s finger maintains the pace on your clit while you tremble underneath him. “Cum for me, baby.” He whispers into your ear and just like the obedient wife you are, you’re cumming on his cock for the second time that night. You sob into your sheets, muffled cries of his name could be heard before your hand releases your grip on his phone.

He feels you tighten around him while he fucks you through your orgasm and your inner thighs begin to tremble from the intensity. Slowing his movements, he reaches over to grab his phone, holding it in front of you. 

“Look at how fucked out you look, sweetheart.” His voice drips with a hint of a condescending tone. He forces you to look at yourself when he takes a hold of your cheeks. “Beautiful, aren’t you?”

He forces your head up and down to nod before you give him a cockdrunk smile — eyes glazed over and your lips swollen and raw from how hard you’re biting down when you cum. 

“You’re not done yet, are you?” You question, turning your head to look at him. His lips are inches away from yours. 

“Not a chance,” he grins, allowing his phone to fall face front into the mattress. “Get on your back for me.” 

You do as he says before he pulls your legs to drag you to the edge of the bed where he’s standing. He dips his tip into your sopping cunt eagerly and you swallow him with ease, making it easier to bottom out into you. 

His thumb finds its way to your mouth again, watching you suck on it before letting your jaw hang open when you feel his cock’s tip bullying your g-spot. 

With every thrust, he jerks you up the bed. His movements earn him loud and obscene noises that part your lips before his large hands grip onto your shoulders. He pulls you down in tandem with every jerk of his hips. 

You place your hand against his stomach, attempting to slow his movements only to have him pin your hands against your mouth, muffling your noises. 

He pants as his hips rut back and forth before he chuckles to himself, watching your thighs tremble. His thumb finds your clit again, carefully circling it as he watches your reaction. It’s clear you’re still reeling from the stimulation caused by your second orgasm, but Johnny loves it.

“I think I have a better idea,” he huffs, halting his movements. 

He lowers his hands before opening the drawer of his bedside table. He pulls out your tiny battery powered vibrator. 

“My thumb might not be enough this time,” he smirks. “Tell me no if you don’t want me to use it.”

You stay silent and Johnny takes that as an okay to continue. He slowly begins thrusting his hips again.

“Let’s start off slow, hm?” 

You let out a tiny chuckle. “Going soft on me?” You taunt, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m surprised.”

He looks at you, amused by your words. “The highest it is, then.” 

Your eyes widen right before the intense vibrations pulse against your sensitive clit. You open your mouth to say something only for a moan to come out instead. 

“Cat got your tongue, baby?” He chuckles, erratically thrusting his hips into you.

“Ph-phone,” you manage to let out.

“You want me to record this?” Johnny smirks and you simply nod your head. He obliges, reaching over to grab his phone before starting a new recording. 

Slowly lifting your hand, you take a hold of his camera before taking over the recording. You aim the camera to where the vibrator is — watching him penetrate into you while dragging your vibrator up and down your wet slit, focusing on your swollen clit. 

Your hands are trembling as you’re watching him fuck you through the phone screen before you decide to end the recording and throw his phone to the side. 

He leans into your neck, sucking on your favorite spot while your orgasm creeps up. Your hand tries to lighten the pressure he has on your clit, only for Johnny to pin his free hand over yours when he pulls away from your neck. 

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and Johnny grins. “Is this gonna be your third orgasm, baby?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Mhm,” you hum. “I’m so close.”

“Hold on, not yet.” He huffs before letting out a laugh. You know he’s going to start his countdown, painfully edging you. 

“Please,” you beg. “I can’t h-hold it for 10 seconds.”

“Yes you can,” he smiles at you sweetly. “Now you know the rules.” 

He begins counting down while he thrusts into you and you keep your eyes locked on his. By 7, your aching clit throbs — making you painfully aware of how desperately you need to cum. By 6, your visions begin to go hazy. When he reaches 4, your eyes begin to water from holding in your orgasm.

“3… 2…” he smirks. “…1.”

You scream out in pleasure as your orgasm hits you hard. Johnny doesn’t stop fucking you through your orgasm, but he does turn off your vibrator before cupping the sides of your face and giving you well deserved kisses against your lips.

“That’s my girl,” he praises. “Good job, I knew you could do it.” He softly chuckles, wiping away your tears with his thumbs before capturing your lips with his.

You feel every muscle in your body melt when you finally come down from your high. 

“Wrap your arms around me,” Johnny instructs. 

You do as he asks, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and keeping your legs around your waist. In one quick and swift move, you’re on top of him. 

“I’m close,” he whispers. “Let me take it from here.” 

You weakly nod your head as you rest against his chest. His tip pushes into your entrance once again, burying itself between your soaking walls. He thrusts his hips up and into you while you enjoy being used by your husband. His arms pin your body against him, keeping you as close to him as possible. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Johnny warns.

You muster the strength to sit yourself up and you grind your hips against him, helping him reach his high quickly. His hands grip your waist when he cums inside of you, letting out a strangled groan when you quickly jerk your hips back and forth, milking every drop from him. 

His tense body relaxes, telling you he’s emptied himself into your cunt. “C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you back down to his chest.

“Don’t pull it out yet,” you softly mumble as you peck kisses against his blushed chest. 

“I won’t,” he chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist while the other cups the back of your head. “You okay? It was a little intense.” 

“I’m more than okay,” you giggle. “I’m still on cloud nine.” 

Johnny places a gentle, loving kiss against your forehead. His hand rubs circles against your lower back before rubbing your quivering thighs.

He shifts under you. “Give me a second to grab water,” he softly says and you slowly lift yourself off him. He returns with two plastic bottled waters and a container of prewashed green grapes. 

Your eyes light up when you see the container, both of you knowing how often you’ve been eating them these past couple of weeks. 

He cracks open the top of the water bottle and hands it to you, making sure you’re hydrated after your intense back to back orgasms. 

“Thank you,” you smile before drinking nearly half of the bottle in one go. You lift a grape and place it into your mouth, enjoying the sweetness when you chew.

Johnny mimics your movements before he looks at you. “You know I’ll take care of you and our child if we were to have kids, right?” He suddenly lets out. 

“I mean, you take care of me when we don’t have kids.” You grin, popping another grape into your mouth. “There’s no doubt in my mind you’ll extend that care to our child. Why are you suddenly bringing this up?”

“With the whole marking you from the inside and fucking my baby into you talk,” he shrugs. “I just wanna make sure you know.”

You lift your hand to comb through his disheveled hair. “Thank you,” you smile. “Like I said, there’s no doubt in my mind you’ll take care of us.”

He nods before suggesting to use the bathroom and to wash your bodies once more before bed. When you agree, you both step into the shower and quickly wash your bodies, ridding your body from the sweat that came with your intense love making session. 

Johnny quickly strips and replaces the bed sheets while you gather the leftovers from the night before for tonight’s dinner and his favorite snacks to further comfort him after the stressful day he’s had. 

Just as he’s done, you place the tray of food and snacks on the bed and you both excitedly hop into bed with you snuggled into his side as you watch a movie of his choice. He feeds you bites of his snacks after dinner while his thumb mindlessly brushes your waist from under your sleep shirt.

Once the movie ends, you attempt to throw away the packaging of his snacks you both finished. Your husband stops you, keeping you cuddled next to him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me after work today.”

“It’s no problem,” you yawn. “You do so much, it’s the least I can do.”  

Johnny doesn’t respond, but he squeezes you as he pulls you closer into his side.

“Is there anything you wanna talk about before we call it a night?”

You hear Johnny hum. 

Sitting up, you look at your husband who moves a strand of fallen hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear. He laces his fingers between yours as he holds it.

“Can we talk about the positive pregnancy test I saw in the bathroom trash this morning?”

[sunshyni]

— my oh my. Johnny Suh

A leaked message stating the obvious about Johnny was enough for you to finally have him.

johnny x Reader | Fluff but suggestive 🤭 | w.c: 1k

— Oh my God, those jeans are killer — Jaehyun started, practically squirming on the couch in the living room of the frat house where he, Johnny, Doyoung, and a few other guys lived. It was crazy how magnetic your presence was; every eye in the room turned to you when you walked in, like it was automatic. — What's her deal, huh?

— Aww, are you like this ‘cause she turned you down? — Johnny asked, sipping a beer and watching you, not like a creep, just admiring. You really were stunning, not only in looks but in brains, too. You worked part-time at a luxury store at the airport and were always looking flawless, though Johnny figured you’d still look flawless even with messy hair.

— Go on, alright? Everyone knows she’s into you, lover boy — Jaehyun pouted, which made Johnny grin and pinch his cheek like he was a little kid; with that look, he actually did look like a baby.

— Don’t play the victim. You’ll have plenty of girls chasing you — he rolled his eyes, and Johnny gave him a couple of gentle pats on the shoulder, then walked over to you, touching your waist softly when he reached you, his hand brushing against your soft skin peeking out from your crop top. — Hey.

— Hey — you practically choked out. Johnny grinned, leaving you a bit speechless. Your natural hair and the low-rise jeans you wore made you look absolutely perfect, but the blush on your cheeks, even before you’d had a drink, gave you an angelic vibe Johnny found himself totally obsessed with.

— You were amazing in the seminar today — he had to say something. You knew that now everyone knew about your crush on him, thanks to that accidentally leaked message to the whole school. It wasn’t anything sexual, but it did make him sound like some Greek god, which Johnny found funny and cute, even if he was already confident in himself. It was the first time someone had complimented him like that.

— Ah, I had to take a shot just before it started so I wouldn’t stammer — you admitted, suddenly unsure of what to do with your hands. How close were two people supposed to be when they weren’t actually a thing? Because right now, you felt incredibly close to him and wanted to laugh nervously. — John… about those messages, I didn’t mean…

— Nuzzle your face in my chest? You can do that — you couldn’t help it and laughed, covering your face with your hands like a shy little girl. You’d vented to the wrong person, that was clear, or your messages wouldn’t have been leaked, but everyone agreed with your words, including Johnny himself. He held you, guiding you back until your back met the wall. — What else do you want to do that you didn’t describe in those messages?

— Should I say it? — you smiled playfully, and Johnny smiled back, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans, pulling you closer. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the green light you gave for him to touch you, but he pulled you a bit closer by the waistband and leaned down to kiss your neck, licking the skin, sucking, and lightly grazing his teeth.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips before you realized. You definitely loved flirting, touches, and making out; you’d never gone all the way, and you felt nervous about how skilled Johnny seemed to be with his mouth, his hands, his whole body, honestly.

— I’ve been wanting to get close to you for a while but always thought you were kinda untouchable — Johnny admitted against your skin, and you practically burst at his confession. You had a confident air, like you didn’t care about anyone’s opinion, but all you wanted was for Johnny to feel the same way.

— Maybe for other guys… but not for you — you said with a smile, and Johnny moved even closer, kissing your cheek, the corner of your lips, but never quite reaching where you wanted. He was teasing, and you knew it from the little smirk he’d flash between a firm squeeze and a soft press of his lips against your skin. — Oh, for heaven’s sake, John.

You grabbed his silver chain that peeked out from his shirt, pulled it free, and kissed him, hard, filled with want, like you were devouring each other against the wall near the frat house door. Johnny tangled his fingers in your hair and pulled back gently, letting you catch your breath, both of you breathing heavily.

— Come on — he said, taking your hand and leading you up the stairs. You followed, weaving past people with drinks in hand, bumping into a few on the way. Johnny opened his room door, which he likely shared with another guy, given the second bed on the right side.

It looked like a typical high school guy’s room, which was kind of cute. Johnny had a shelf full of comics, and his room had its own bathroom; on the doorframe, there was a pull-up bar you couldn’t help but admire, picturing the sight of a shirtless Johnny using it. You felt like a little girl, and maybe, with him, that’s exactly what you were.

— Astroboy? — you asked, playing with a little figurine on his shelf.

— It suits me, doesn’t it?

— Definitely, you’re a star.

You smiled, watching him sitting on the single bed, then followed, sitting across from him, kissing him slowly, your hands exploring his chest with calm. Somehow, Johnny got you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you had to kick off your shoes in the process, which made him chuckle against your lips. Johnny caressed your back as his mouth explored your neck, kissing your skin so delicately it felt like his lips were velvet.

— Johnny… — you began, and he immediately met your gaze. — Hold on, it’s all good. It’s just that… I’ve never…

— Never? — he knew exactly what you meant.

— Only once, almost… but I freaked out, and… — Johnny left a soft kiss on your forehead.

— It’s okay; we don’t have to do anything tonight.

— But I love making out — you said, pressing your bodies even closer, and Johnny grinned, thinking you were way too perfect to be real.

— Me too. So much.

@sunshyni. All rights reserved.

[theeungodlyhour]

JOHNNY and JAEHYUN for SMTOWN 2025

[lovesuhng]

stranger + kiss cam = ?

fluff, strangers to ? / w.c: 1k / sorry if here’s any mistakes

If regret could kill, you would definitely be dead.

At this moment, you found yourself in a stadium full of strangers, understanding absolutely nothing about a baseball game happening right in front of you,just because you agreed to go on a date with an annoying guy you had matched with on Tinder.

Your conversations on the app had been nice. He seemed like the kind of guy you would get along with really well. It was your first date with him and you had even bought a Chicago Cubs shirt to impress. But when you got there, you found out he had invited some friends and was treating you like trash. If you asked him something, he would reply with an impatient tone. If he went to buy a drink, he wouldn’t offer you one. And the worst part? He made a joke about you just to seem funny in front of his friends.

You thought about going home, but the game had just started and you figured you might still have a good time. However, your face said otherwise.

"You don’t seem to like baseball very much, do you?" A deep voice startled you, grabbing your attention. You were about to say something but found yourself a bit mesmerized by the man standing beside you. He was also wearing a Chicago Cubs shirt, along with a team cap. He was tall, had piercing honey-colored eyes and a charming smile that could win over everyone in that stadium.

"Hello? Anyone there?" he said playfully, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Oh, hi?"

The man chuckled softly, as if he had noticed how lost you were. "You don’t exactly look thrilled for someone in the middle of one of the most important games of the season."

"The problem isn’t the game." You pointed toward the guy on your left, who seemed to have completely forgotten about you.

"Let me guess: boyfriend?"

You quickly shook your head. "First and last date. I don’t know much about baseball, but since I’m here, I should try to have some fun, right?"

"Then I’ll make sure you have fun here."

"But you don’t even know me…" you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at the handsome stranger.

That’s when he extended his hand, flashing another one of those breathtaking smiles that made you momentarily forget how to breathe.

"Johnny."

You hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand and introducing yourself.

"There, now we know each other."

Watching the game with a stranger—who you now knew by name—wasn’t in your plans, but it turned out to be much better than you expected.

Johnny was fun and explained things whenever you looked confused. You worried about bothering him, but he kept insisting he was enjoying your company. During a break, he even bought hot dogs and beer, asking if you wanted anything—unlike your so-called date, who had completely forgotten you existed.

You two had small conversations, Johnny made jokes that were actually funny (and not awkward) and you even took pictures of him—some of them featuring Johnny pulling silly faces while eating his hot dog, making you laugh at the whole situation.

During a pause at the game, the famous kiss cam started.

You laughed at the exaggerated ways some couples kissed, while Johnny whistled and clapped.

Suddenly, the camera landed on the two of you.

It took a moment for both of you to realize that your faces were now on the giant screens of the stadium. The person beside Johnny gave him a little nudge, encouraging him to kiss you.

You heard your date mumble something—he had finally remembered your existence—but your eyes were locked onto the man beside you. Johnny was looking at you too, silently asking for permission.

Nodding your head, you gave it.

The moment your lips met, his hands cupped your cheeks while one of his large hands rested on your nape, pulling you closer.

The crowd's cheers faded into the background. For a few seconds, you both forgot you were being watched by thousands of people.

His touch was gentle, making you crave more. When Johnny’s tongue touched yours, you felt like you could float right then and there.

The only thing that made you pull away was the lack of air—your image had disappeared from the big screen long ago.

You were about to say something to Johnny when your date demanded an explanation. Johnny seemed ready to respond, but you stopped him, a small smile on your lips that silently said, I got this.

“I’ll explain everything. You acted like a jerk, treated me like trash, ignored me completely to hang out with your friends and now you want an explanation? You deserve nothing more than to be dumped, you pathetic piece of shit. Now, excuse me, I’m going to spend time with a real man—not a piece of garbage like you."

Your date looked stunned by your words, ready to fight with you, but his friends quickly pulled him away, preventing any further drama.Johnny grinned at you, clearly impressed. "Do you always put bullies in their place like that?"

"That guy? A bully?" you laughed. "I think we should forget about him and focus on the game, don’t you?"

The game ended. Chicago Cubs lost to Dodgers.

Johnny offered you a ride home and you accepted. Once you reached your building, you turned to the man who had completely turned your day around.

“My mom always told me not to talk to strangers, but that was the best thing I did today. Thanks for saving me."

Johnny chuckled, taking your hand in his. "If you really want to thank me, let me take you on a real date."

"Hmmm." You pretended to think for a moment. "How about this? You give me your number, we talk a bit more and then we figure out our first date. Sound good?"

"Sounds good, but…" Johnny kept stroking your hand, leaning in slightly. His voice turned deeper, making you shiver.

"Do I have to wait until our first date to get another kiss like that one?"

"Of course not." And for the second time that day, you kissed. This time, it was slower, as if you were both exploring every little part of each other, savoring every second of it.

Who would’ve thought that a date that started so badly would end in the best way possible?

[dcsmdcsm]

Fact or cap??

[suhsse]

Pine Ridge Camp - Johnny Suh

pairing: campdirector!johnny x campcounselor!f!reader ft.nct127

genre: slow burn, summer camp AU, there was only one tent, smut.

wc: 5k

warnings: cursing, smoking, oral (f receiving) cunninglingus, Johnny is lowkey a yearner.

synopsis: For the past few years, you’ve had a bunch of summer flings: sneaking out of your house to smoke, getting drunk, making out on the beach at night… you name it. But you’ve never taken any of them seriously or fallen hard for anyone. It was all just for fun.

So when your friend Mark invited you to be a counselor with him at a summer camp, you nearly laughed in his face. But boredom had been creeping in lately, and you were desperate for something different.

Now here you are—looking after kids and doing activities you never imagined yourself signing up for. People there were nice, sure, but this summer? No more flings. At least, that’s what you promised yourself.

01 A new counselor

It was 8 am, and the morning breeze made you shiver. You looked out the car window, admiring the camp. You hadn't expected it to be this nice, which made you feel better about your decision.

When you parked outside the gate, you saw a familiar face. As soon as you stepped out of the car, Mark was there, grinning as he pulled you into a hug. "y/n, you made it!" he said. You rolled your eyes, as you couldn't believe you'd actually signed up for this.

"Tell me you don't have any regrets" he teased. You both laughed, but the sound quickly faded as two tall figures approached. The first one smiled as he shook your hand, Jungwoo, he was really pretty.

But the second guy? There was something about him that made you feel intimidated, maybe it was instinct, or maybe it was just how imposing he was. He just gave you a quick nod and shook your hand with a firm grip. His hands were massive, just like his whole figure. When he introduced himself, you barely registered his name.

They took the baggage out of the car and left it in one quick motion. As you walked in with Mark, he started explaining how "Johnny" apparently that was the other guy's name-was more of a camp director in the summer, following in his dad's footsteps.

You nodded along as he said more, though you couldn't quite tell what he was saying as you were zoning out, tired from the trip. Eventually, Mark showed you your bunk, and after that, he left you with three other girls.

The morning went by quickly. The girls were nice and immediately made you feel comfortable. By the time 10:30 am struck, you were already helping them carry huge amounts of boxes in and out of the bunks. There, you met more people-apparently all from Mark's friend group, since the others were busy in the cafeteria.

As you helped one of them, Taeyong, bring boxes to the wood hut, you saw Johnny again.

He was cutting up some logs. When he heard footsteps approaching, he gave a dry "hey" and wiped the sweat from his neck. Taeyong, being the nice guy he is, tried to bring you into the conversation he and Johnny were having.

You just stood there listening, unsure what they were even talking about. You told Taeyong you'd join them later, using the boxes as an excuse.

You weren't awkward-just not really into it.

You rarely felt intimidated by people, and honestly, despite the way he looks, Johnny didn't really seem that mean when he's with others.

As you left, you didn't think much of it until you suddenly heard a voice behind you: "Don't leave the boxes on the ground-they're gonna get dirty." Johnny had finally spoken to you, just to correct you.

He lifted the boxes with such ease that you wondered if you had accidentally switched yours with an empty one. "I'll take care of it. You go ahead." he said, basically dismissing you without waiting for a response. You nodded and left, trying to hide how annoyed you were at his attitude. But he was the director, after all.

After that one sided conversation with Johnny, you didn't talk much with him for the rest of the day -not that you cared to talk to him... or stare at him while he effortlessly chopped wood with his strong arms and- Jesus Christ.

You snapped out of it, glancing around the table and hoping no one had the power to hear your thoughts. That's when Yuta casually asked you about yourself. You looked at Mark, then back at the redhead, unsure of what to say. You hated those kinds of questions, so you went with the safe answer:

"I'm studying at the moment" you said, hoping he wouldn't press further. You were too tired after the long day for small talk. He smiled widely, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"So if you're normally busy, why'd you come here?" he asked innocently, moving around the food on his plate. You locked eyes with Mark. The last thing you wanted to admit at a table full of counselors— and a director —was that you were bored and had nothing better to do than get paid to enjoy the summer "vibes."

"—Her uncle used to take her on mountain trips, made her shoot deer and whatnot" Mark said casually, still focused on his plate. He wasn't wrong, you did use to do that. But it wasn't exactly the same as taking care of kids. Yuta and Haechan raised their eyebrows, clearly not expecting that.

"I wouldn't say I shot deer, I mostly just... tracked them" you tried to play it off, not wanting to seem like a psychopath who kills wild animals for fun. Because that would be your uncle. Not you.

Haechan leaned forward, fork in hand. "Wait, but like... were you crawling through the woods in camo with war paint on, or just following footprints?" Jaehyun gave him a look, subtly signaling him to cut it out, probably thinking the conversation was starting to sound more like an interrogation.

You chuckled, "No war paint" you said, scratching your forehead and glancing down, trying to remember the last time you'd even gone. "Most of the time, we never even saw anything."

Johnny, who had been unusually quiet at the end of the table, looked up from his plate. "Still takes patience. Most people can't sit still for more than ten minutes.” You didn't expect him to join the conversation, especially since it was about you. A small part of you wondered if that was meant as a compliment.

Yuta nodded, "Well, that's gonna come in handy when the kids inevitably try to start a forest fire." he then took a sip from his cup. "I'll just track them down in the woods like the wild animals they are." you said as you leaned back to glance toward the kids being loud.

The table laughed, and you couldn't help but notice Johnny cracked a small smirk, though he didn't say anything else.

Still, deep down, it felt oddly satisfying to have his approval in some way.

02 Light it up

Days have passed since the deer conversation, and you feel much more at ease with the camp. Everything is going smoothly. The morning light glitters over the water, and you're drawn to spend your free time by the lake.

You lazily sit on a bench, cross your legs, and light a cigarette. It's a bad habit you've recently picked up again, and you're not even sure if smoking is allowed here, but it's too late now, you think as you exhale deeply.

Suddenly, you hear rustling behind you. Before you can turn around, a familiar voice says, "Got a spare?". You glance over and meet the camp director's gaze. Without saying a word, you pull out another cigarette as he sits next to you, and you start to wonder why he always sneaks up at people like that.

You light up his cigarette quietly, then, with it's between his lips, Johnny's muffled "thank you" breaks the stillness.

The mood shifts, and you feel a little awkward. "Late morning," he says, you look at him and can't help but notice the sculpted lines of his face. "We're heading out on a trip into the woods. I'll need two or three counselors to help bring the kids." His eyes are tired, but they never break contact with yours.

"Should we pack torches, along with the rest, in case it gets dark?" You ask furrowing your eyebrows, thinking of the worst that could happen.

He puts out the cigarette against the bench and looks at you. "Sure, but no rifles." As he gets up, you chuckle, then meet his gaze once again. It's clear he's waiting for you to get up, signaling it's time to head back together.

Since you settled in with the camp, the moments you spend with him are still brief, and you both tend to stay quiet, simply helping each other with the tasks of the day. There's a mutual respect between you, but when you're alone together, like now, walking side by side along the lake, you can't shake the tension.

Your arms brush occasionally, and the proximity is almost unbearable. But you don't want to risk ruining the connection you've been building over the past week. You get the feeling Johnny has different plans for this summer. Ones that don’t have to do with a random friend of Mark.

03 Trip to the pines

“Doyoung, catch it!” Johnny shouted, tossing all the bags out of the bus. Ryunjin was busy counting the kids, making sure they hadn't lost anyone already, while you stood there, staring at the view and thinking about all the walking ahead. “So…” Johnny clapped his hands. “We’ll just circle around the lake and get back here before it gets dark. If a kid gets hurt, you know the drill.” He pointed at the walkie-talkies you couldn’t believe still existed, but you took him seriously since the others all nodded.

“Me and Doyoung will lead, then.” Ryunjin said, brushing past you and slinging a backpack over her shoulders, ready to start the hike. That left you and Johnny behind, tasked with keeping an eye on the kids. You took the opportunity to actually get to know him, what he did for a living, his hobbies, if he had a girlfriend…You wondered a lot while staring at your feet, carefully placing each step as the path grew steeper.

“Do you do this as your main thing, or is it like…your summer activity?” you asked, squinting slightly as the sun blinded you. “No, I own a bar back in the city” he said, voice soft but deep. “But my dad used to be a camp director, so I decided to take his place after he retired.” “That's great. I mean, do you enjoy your time here, or—”

“It’s nice,” he cut in. “It's like a break from the noise and chaos of the city. Plus, I get to be more active.” Oh I'm sure you’re active…you thought as he kept talking while still scanning the group, making sure no one tried anything dumb. That’s when Doyoung suddenly disappeared from view.

“Shit—” he muttered under his breath as his leg got stuck in a small ditch. Johnny immediately dropped what he was carrying and rushed over. The kids looked between you and Ryunjin as you lifted your shoulders in unison. “Man, I told you to be careful” Johnny groaned.

“You told me to look after the kids!” Doyoung snapped back, trying to pull his leg out. “That’s not gonna do anything…” Ryunjin called from a distance, the kids watching like he was about to die or something.

While Johnny and Ryunjin tried to free him, you rummaged through your bag for something useful. “You know you could help us out, right?” Ryunjin grunted, struggling to balance her strength with Johnny’s. You stood up holding a tube of vaseline. Doyoung narrowed his eyes but said nothing—he was too busy being stuck.

“Don’t ask” you said, kneeling down. You slathered the cream over his trapped leg, and as the others realized what you were doing, they lifted him one last time. Finally, he was free. Oiled up, yes—but free. You cleared your throat. “We good?” Ryunjin burst out laughing while Doyoung tried to shake the vaseline off his leg. “First of all, gross” he said, looking at you. “Second of all, thank you.” You patted his shoulder as he returned to the front.

“Do you carry a 500ml bottle of vaseline with you everywhere, or was this, like, a one time thing?” Johnny asked, raising a brow. As soon as you laughed, he smirked, clearly trying to contain his own laughter. He loved to tease and be sarcastic, but when it came to you, he tried to be a little less “silly”. He didn’t know exactly why—but you made him nervous.

He was great with "chicks" as Mark liked to say, and never worried about embarrassing himself. He was confident, and you knew that. What you didn’t know was that he tried his best to make a good impression on you. Not because you were different, or particularly funny—but because you were unpredictable.

He was still trying to understand your personality after a week. And trust, he was looking. Watching you while you laughed with Mark’s group. He knew he could join in, and he knew he could make you laugh too. But instead, he chose to just watch, analyze, and get to know you, from a different perspective.

As soon as you reached the spot, everyone dropped their stuff near the small hut and took a moment to admire the view of the lake from the hilltop. “Careful, careful” Johnny kept warning the kids. He could be a great father, you thought—then immediately brushed it off, cringing at your own delusions.

The weather seemed nice at first, but after about half an hour of hanging around while the kids played, a massive cloud started forming overhead. “There’s definitely going to be a thunderstorm” Doyoung said, squinting at the sky.

“And it’s getting dark already…” you added, scratching your head. “Listen, we can’t leave now” Ryunjin began, already stressed. “If the rain pours too hard, it’ll make the path too slippery, and—” she started pacing back and forth, “—And let’s not forget the kids could get sick, and like—”

“We got it” Johnny said, gently leaning down to her level and brushing the stress off her shoulders.

“Two of us can always go back to camp so the bus isn’t left unmonitored” Johnny said, hands on his hips. “The other two can stay, set up the tents, and spend the night with the kids.” He looked over his shoulder at them. “There’s no way we’re making it back before it gets too dark.”

“No way, bro” Doyoung said, shaking his head. “I’m not spending the night in a tent while it pours.” Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Also, me and Doyoung have to organize the Pine Party for tomorrow night. We have to go back.” Ryunjin added, arms crossed in disapproval. “I can stay” you offered, trying to hide your nervousness. “But we need to set up the tents now before it starts to pour. You two better head back to the bus.”

The weight of responsibility over the kids was heavy on your shoulders. As much as you wanted to be the one going back to camp, you couldn’t risk disappointing the director—not as the newbie. “Fine” Johnny said through clenched teeth, clearly annoyed with the other two. “But if something happens along the path, come back here. You never know.” The two of them nodded and left like they’d just been grounded.

That’s when it hit you: you were spending the night with a bunch of kids… and Johnny.

You tried not to make it weird. Ryunjin and Doyoung hadn’t teased you or said anything, but as soon as they turned around, they exchanged a look, eyebrows raised like they knew something. “Are we gonna sleep all in one tent…?” a kid asked, confused. And honestly, it wasn’t a dumb question. There were six kids, and eight of you in total. You opened the hut, searching for the tents—and found only three. You called Johnny over and explained the situation.

“The kids can’t sleep with adults, that’s one thing” he said, scratching his head. It was definitely a problem. “Well…I can always sleep in the hut. It’s—” you said, but Johnny shook his head. “This hut that leaks and has holes in it?” he said, smacking the wall, which looked like it could fall apart any second. You lifted your shoulders in a helpless shrug and kept them up. “I don’t know.”

The air got awkward again, as it always did between you two. You knew what the best outcome was—sharing a tent with Johnny, and letting the kids have the other two. But saying it out loud felt impossible. If it were Mark, you wouldn’t care, though you knew he snored. But Johnny? He’d definitely take up space, and you didn’t even know each other that well. The idea of sleeping that close to him felt like you might explode.

“I mean… are you okay with— I can sleep in the hut, it’s not a big deal—” Johnny realized it sounded like he was making you uncomfortable.

“No, no! Are you crazy? Like you said, this hut’s full of holes. The wind could wreck your throat. No. No way.” You both sighed. “It’s fine with me” you said, looking up at him. “Okay…if it’s not a problem, then let’s just…” Johnny cleared his throat, awkward again, and started pulling the three tents out of the hut you’d been spending way too much time in. The kids stared, clearly confused.

“Alright…let’s set up the tents, guys” Johnny said, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked a little with tension.

The sun dipped lower behind the hills as everyone scrambled to set up the tents. You ended up helping two kids try to figure out which pole went where, while Johnny fought with the wind and a stubborn zipper. “C’mon–get up” he muttered, wrestling with the fabric. You smirked. “Maybe it’s trying to tell you something.”

He shot you a look. “Like what?” “That you shouldn’t have volunteered to stay?” you leaned on the pole. He let go of the zipper and wiped his forehead dramatically. “Trust me, I didn’t. Those two little shits would do anything but help an old man out.” you rolled your eyes, as he was acting like he was 70 years old.

You two tried to be playful as much as you could, you didn’t want to make this more awkward than it already was.

04 The night

Once the tents were finally up and the kids had been assigned their sleeping spots, the air settled into a quiet tension you were all too familiar with. You and Johnny stood near the hut, watching the sky grow darker by the minute. He pulled something out of his pocket—a fresh pack of cigarettes.

You glanced at him, pretending to be offended. “You’re gonna smoke near the kids? Aren’t you ash—give me one.” You dropped the act halfway through, holding out your hand. His lips curled into the tiniest smirk, as he passed you a cigarette without a word, then lit it for you. This time, it wasn’t awkward, but your heart still beat faster than usual. You caught him staring at your lips as you inhaled near the flame.

Trying to cut through the tension, you gave him a thumbs up, like it was no big deal. Just him lighting up a cigarette for you, looking at you like he wanted to be the cigarette between your lips. Nothing serious.

You met his dreamy half lidded eyes, and neither of you looked away, not even for a second. Then a sudden raindrop landed right on your cheek. Then another. Then even more. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” You wiped your face just as the sky let loose. “Come here” Johnny grabbed your wrist without thinking, and the two of you ran toward the tent for cover, both of you cursing as the rain hit full force.

You barely managed to unzip it in time, but once you finally got in, you sat back against the tent wall, trying to catch your breath. Johnny sat across from you, wet hair sticking to his forehead, his wet shirt clinging to his shoulders. You couldn’t help but stare, it felt like looking at a Renaissance sculpture, where the chiseled muscles were somehow even more defined under the thinnest veil.

He tried to play it cool, taking a sip from his water bottle. “Do you think Ryunjin and Doyoung got back by now?”

“Well, Jesus, let’s hope” he replied, glancing up at the tent that was holding strong. He started moving toward you, and you froze. He picked up a torch.

“I’m gonna check on the kids. They could’ve all flown away by now.” You nodded, and as he left, you sighed deeply. Taking the opportunity, you changed. Once you were dry, you sat back down, waiting. There was a soft glow from the tent’s fabric that made everything feel dreamlike.

Then you heard the zipper unzip, and a tall figure struggled to squeeze inside. Even though he’d left only briefly, you couldn’t help but notice how much space he took up. You scooted over to make room. You had to admit, it was cozy—and he smelled really nice.

As you looked at him more clearly, you noticed he’d changed clothes, probably back at the hut. His hair was still a little damp, but it suited him.

“The kids? They all disappeared. I swear I saw them floating near the lake. Shit’s crazy out there...” You chuckled at his stupid joke. He’d made you worry for the first few seconds. You hit his arm playfully, though he probably only felt a small breeze on his huge bicep, which was decorated with pretty tattoos. “Want a picture? It lasts longer.”

“Corny” you rolled over as he smirked. You didn’t know why, but you both found yourselves whispering, as if you didn’t want the kids in the other tents to overhear you.

He laid down carefully, trying not to tug on your hair. You were close, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body. Your knees brushed together, and you shifted slightly, your breath catching as your eyes met his. His gaze was heavy and tired. “It’ll be fine, right?” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. “Yeah... of course” you breathed back, heart pounding.

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by fine, the kids? the storm? the camp? …or this? Whatever this was. While your thoughts raced, he reached out and gently brushed a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to. The touch sent a warmth straight down between your legs.

You swallowed. His weight rested on one bicep, and he was practically hovering over you, staring down. This time, his eyes were more intense. You didn’t know what to do, so you just laid your hand over his.

His skin was warm beneath your palm. Outside, the rain kept pouring, your eyes glittered in the dim light, neither of you said anything. You didn’t want to.

His thumb shifted slightly under your hand, brushing against your lower lip. The touch was small, but your whole body reacted. His face was close now, his gorgeous lips parted like he wanted to say something but changed his mind. He leaned in slowly, giving you every chance to stop it. But you didn’t. When his lips met yours, it was soft. But the second your hand moved to his neck, pulling him just slightly closer, something shifted.

As the kiss deepened, you got needier, you wanted to feel his body so close you’d have to get under his skin, your kiss became sloppier and more intense, he moved his hand down, reaching your sensitive neck. His hands weren't soft, but they were warm and trailed down your waist, then your hip. You moved your hand up to his hair, gently grabbing it, letting him know you wanted more.

As he met your gaze once again, he shifted lower near your stomach, he gently started to kiss it, looking up from time to time. The dim light made his honey brown eyes glow, and for a second, you forgot how to breathe. Outside the rain was pouring faster, and harder.

He then got even lower, he had both of his hands on your hips now, he gently took your shorts off your thighs, and then halted, he got back up to kiss you once more, meeting your eyes, like he was waiting for your permission to make you feel good. You blinked at him lightly, he was back down, this time he took off your panties, faster, more desperate. Your hips clenched as a response, as you heatedly waited.

“Ease up, I’m not going anywhere.” he teased, looking up at you, making your stomach flip. He started to caress your core and you tried to listen to him, but when he dipped his jaw between your tights you blurted out a small whimper. He started to run his fingers over your thighs, then on your ass, lifting up your hips for a better control over you.

You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this with him, here, of all places. It felt like the world outside had disappeared, like the only thing that existed was the space between you two.

Flicking his tongue between the folds, he reached the spot, desperately seeking for that feeling, you pleaded “—right there”, he kept going until you frantically arched your hips, keeping his head close between your thighs. As you looked down at him you could only see his closed eyes and the messy hair sticking on his forehead. His big arms were keeping your hips in place, as he hungrily went down on you.

“Fuck, keep going—” you grunted, trying to keep your voice low by covering your mouth with the back of your hand. As you were about to reach your orgasm, he started to apply more pressure on your clit, then he delved his tongue in your slit, parting your lips gently. As you reached your climax, you tensed up whimpering desperately, your core pulsing at the hot touch of his lips, you exhaled, finally dissolving into pleasure.

He kissed your inner thigh and then looked up at you, as soon as he got closer to your face you kissed him passionately, like a reward. His cheeks were flushed and his chin was coated by a sheer layer of your juice and his saliva, his lips swollen. He shifted slightly, as he growled, his breath tickling your ear, “c’mon baby” he murmured, you could hear he was smiling. You were good at being quiet, although he would have loved hearing your moans better. There was no worry in it, because somehow, you both knew this wouldn’t be your last time.

As your body began to cool, he pulled you closer into his strong arms, wrapping you in the warmth of his embrace. His broad frame was solid around you. And as the rain softened, falling in a quieter rhythm, all you could hear was the steady comfort of his breathing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and the two of you drifted off, no longer worrying about the tent being crowded.

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a/n: Ok so its been so long since i actually wrote a fan fiction. I hope you enjoyed my first time writing smut too…ToT

[cigsaftersuh]

for a man who swears one kid is enough, johnny fucks you like he’s trying to give you three more. long, deep strokes that make your stomach flutter and your legs melt with every thrust. he’s controlled in the way only a man who’s already done this, raised a child, lived through late nights and sleepy mornings can be. he tells you he doesn’t want another, but there’s no condom in sight as he’s buried so deep into you, moaning about how good your walls feel around him, with no barriers.

[c0llisiion]

— ex-husband.

★ exhusband!johnny, fingering (is there another term?😭) ,e2l almost, NPR. ; lmk if i missed any! :3 W/C: 1,278

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

Ex-husband!Johnny, watched you with an intense gaze as you got ready for a date.

You didn’t know he would come home to pick up his daughter. He gets her every Saturday and drops her off Monday evening after school but today was a … Friday…?

You didn’t even dare look at him as you put on your earrings. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head, leaning against the doorframe with his muscular arms crossed.

You weren’t divorced for too long. 10 months to be exact? And it wasn’t as smooth as you hoped it would go. There were tears, fights, and yelling in the days leading up to the final verdict.

There was an attempt at moving on. You would go on frequent dates when Johnny would have your daughter. And this was one of them. A part of you still yearned for Johnny and so the reason why you kept these whereabouts hidden was that… you felt you were betraying him of sorts, even though you were divorced.

“Where are you going?” His deep voice cut through the tense and thick atmosphere.

“Out.” You simply state as you spray on your perfume, the one he gifted you for your birthday.

“Out, where?” He asked again, expecting more than just single words from you.

“For dinner” you once again reply nonchalantly. Almost nonchalantly. A poor attempt at nonchalance when you were starting to get intimidated by his questioning.

“With who?” The words escaped through gritted teeth and you could hear it.

“Where’s d/n?” You quickly changed the subject. Turning around to finally look at him.

There was a slight pause as he eyed your outfit for the night. The way the dress hugged your curves. The length of the dress and the way your legs looked. Nothing was left unnoticed by his eyes.

“In her room.” He said and before you could speak.

“You’re not wearing that dress tonight.” It wasn’t a suggestion or a question. It was a command. And you couldn’t help but slightly fold at his tone. You missed that kind of authority sometimes, and that was the truth.

But you weren’t going to let your ex-husband ruin your night, right? You have moved on and your date is probably waiting. Moreover, he is your ex-husband, who is he telling you what not to wear? Right?

“Why would I listen to you?” You say as you grab your bag and head towards the door to be immediately stopped by Johnny's tall figure.

“I said, you’re not wearing that.” He commanded. Stepping impossibly closer to you. His eyes pierced down into yours.

Your face quickly formed a scowl. Who does he think he is?

“Move. I'm gonna be late.” You say sternly.

“You’re not going anywhere unless you change out of that,” Johnny replied in the same tone, closing and locking the door behind him. Oh, he was challenging you.

“Don't act all possessive, I don’t have time for this-“ your words were cut off as a pair of familiar lips clashed with yours within the blink of an eye.

Only god knows what had gotten into him to suddenly do that but fuck… he couldn’t just stand there and watch as some younger dude from your office steal you like that. Especially when you’re dressed up like this. Looking like a complete meal.

He turned you around and pinned you against the wall as the kiss deepened. You weren’t responding at first but eventually gave in.

“Get off- John-“ you mumble into his lips but are once again shut down as his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

It was a fight for dominance, one which you lost. Your hands were in the air resisting to hold him in any way but eventually, your arms fell around his neck like muscle memory as his stronger ones wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

“You’re not going anywhere looking like that… you’re mine… you’re mine mama…” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

You couldn’t help but whine at his words. The sheer desperation and urgency in his tone made you fold easily.

You could feel his greedy hands push the hem of your dress up, revealing the lacey red panties you hoped your date would take off of you later that night.

He pulled away from your lips and glanced down to see the fabric on your skin. He couldn’t help but let his jealousy boil a bit. The fact that you were getting dolled up for another man while he spent all his time hoping you would go back to him, didn’t sit right.

You were expecting a reaction out of him. An outburst. A lecture. Him staring into your soul. But all he did was push two of his slender fingers past the waistband of your panties and into your wet and gushy pussy.

He smirked as he immediately felt your wetness coat his fingers, pushing in deeper so he could feel your gummy walls around his digits.

“You sure this wasn’t for me?” He said cockily as he kissed the side of your neck.

You let out soft whimpers as his fingers move slowly in and out of you. Curling slightly before plunging back in.

“You’re so wet.. so … so wet and ready…” he whispered into your ears before licking the back making you shudder.

You gripped his shoulders for stability and buried your face in his chest as his fingers penetrated your walls, making you clench and gush.

“Yeah just like that… you’re doing so well…” he said while pressing his thumb on your nub.

You let out a loud whine and clenched your thighs together before johnnys knees pushed them apart again.

You were getting wetter by the second and you could feel your orgasm build up. Your eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat slowly dripped down your forehead.

You gripped onto his wrist and shoulder.

“Sh-she might walk in… s-stop…” you whisper feebly and moan breathlessly as his fingers continue their relentless assault.

“I'm not stopping till you cum… besides… the door is locked.” You loved how confident he was.

His hands sped up. Wet noises bounced off the walls accompanied by his shallow breathing and your quiet moans.

You haven’t been able to have an orgasm in months, making you feel sexually frustrated and lonely. But it looked like you were finally getting your big break.

“I'm… gonna… plea-“ you whine incoherently.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum all over my hands?” Johnny's thumb started rubbing your clit once again, hoping your orgasm would approach faster and he was right.

Your thighs quivered and you physically hunched as your orgasm erupted. Your head fell into the crook of his neck and bit down hard to control your moans, making him wince.

“Yeah… thats right… just like that…” he cooed while slowly riding you down from your high and keeping you close to your body.

You leaned against him as he removed his hands from inside your panties, licking your sweet juice.

“So? When was the last time you came like that?” He teased

You chuckled and placed a kiss on his neck as your arms wrapped around his waist involuntarily and pulled him closer.

He embraced you back. Kissing the top of your head and inhaling your scent.

But quickly the sweet moment was interrupted by a loud ‘daddy!!!!!’ Echoing from outside the door. He knew he had to pull away and go tend to her, besides he had to reward the little monster for snitching on her mom so he could have this moment, right?

A/N: this took longer than expected. Sorry gamers i have just been very busy 😭💔 anyways i hope you liked it and ty for reading!!!

[smileysuh]

Love Plug

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

tw/cw. weed/drug use, shotgunning (kissing after John's taken a hit from a joint), reader likes wine, alcohol, plug!Johnny, unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving) face riding, big dick john, 69-ing, size kink, grinding, multiple reader orgasms, fingering, pussy stretching, dirty talk, praise, ass groping, hand job, creampie/filling kink, cumming together, etc… I pet names: (hers) angel, sweet thing, good girl

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.9k

🍭 aus. plug/drug dealer!Johnny, semi-strangers to lovers, Valentine's Day, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I know this is slightly late, as it's Valentine's Day themed, but I hope ya'll like it anyway! big thank you to @sehunniepotwrites, my beta reader, my fellow John lover, my bestie- Love you girlie, thank you for helping me edit this to get it posted on time 💕

Being alone on Valentine’s Day is never fun. It would be one thing if you were with your girlfriends, but today, you’ll truly be alone. Everyone is busy, people are working, or with significant others- you feel like you’re the only person without plans, and it’s driving you completely insane.

Your apartment is spotless, you’d gone on a cleaning bender to distract yourself from today’s date, but as three o'clock rolls in, you find yourself sitting on your couch and staring at the ceiling.

There’d been a time in your life when boredom would make way for addictive traits. Dopamine-filled hobbies that you’ve since done your best to squash. But as three becomes four and you have nothing to satiate yourself - not even the pink bottle of wine in your fridge has been able to drown your loneliness - you begin to consider more drastic measures.

You’d never been a stoner, per se, but you’d gone with your cousin a few times to pick up from her run-of-the-mill dealer. If anything can help you relax and watch a movie, you think it might be some Grade A Indica. 

Unknown number: Hi John, are you out today?

John: define out. Who is this

Unknown number: shit

Unknown number: my cousin gave me your number, I’ve picked up from you a few times

Unknown number: You probably don’t remember me but my name is y/n

John: I remember you

John: how much do you need?

Unknown number: I’m thinking $100 worth?

John: I’ll bring my shit. Text me your address and I can be over within the hour

Usually, when your cousin has gotten in contact with John, he comes to her apartment and the two of you go outside, filing into his truck. He has a duffle with jars full of weed, shatter, and the like. You give him money and he helps you decide what your night is going to look like.

When John calls you half an hour after you’ve texted him, you’re already almost at your door. “I’ll be down in a sec,” you tell him, searching for your keys.

“How about you buzz me up instead?” he suggests. “I’m outside the front door.”

You freeze for a moment. As far as you know, John’s never come up to your cousin’s apartment, and the idea of inviting the sexy local plug up into your one bedroom is sketchy… but at the same time, you’re feeling kind of desperate. 

“Okay, type my apartment number into the keypad and I’ll let you in. The elevator will take you to my floor.”

You hang up, and a moment later your phone rings again. You press the buzz-up key and hold your breath.

You’re not sure if you’re scared of being alone with John because he’s a drug dealer or if you’re frightened of your own lack of self-control. John’s one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen and this is Valentine’s Day. You’d been planning on maybe getting a little high, pulling out your vibrator, and having a good time with yourself… but if you could have a good time with him…

You give your head a shake, reaching for your bottle of wine. You pour the last bit of it into a cup, lifting it to your lips while you wait for the local plug to arrive at your door.

When he knocks, you practically jump, heart lurching in your chest. You scurry to your door, not wanting to make him wait- not wanting any of your neighbors to see the tall, sexy, tattooed man standing outside your home.

John greets you with a grin. “Special delivery,” he jokes, stepping past you and into the apartment and looking around. “You’ve got a nice place.”

“Thank you.” 

You watch him head into the living space. He walks as if he’s been here before, as if he belongs here. The duffle makes a thumping sound when he nonchalantly sets it onto your small dining table, but John doesn’t immediately open it to show you the product like he does when you’ve bought from him before.

“Is it just me, or does it feel kind of sad in here?” John asks, turning to look at you.

“Hmm?” 

“I just mean…” he gestures around, “spotless house, a pretty girl alone on Valentine’s Day… you haven’t bought from me in a while, sweet thing, I kind of thought you’d quit.”

“I did quit-” you stutter, “I mean… I was never a huge stoner or anything, so I wouldn’t say I quit-”

John grins while watching you search for an explanation. He leans back, palms flat on the dining table. The black v-neck he’s wearing shows off some of his chest piece and the tattoos on his neck are definitely a distraction as you try to formulate words.

“Look, all I’m saying is… I’d hate for you to lose your sobriety streak because you’re feeling lonely on Valentine’s Day.”

“I’m not exactly sober,” you scoff, reaching for your glass of wine.

“Is that a rosé?”

You look down at the liquid. “It’s a pink strawberry sparkling wine.”

“Sounds nice. Give me a taste.” He holds out a hand, and it’s clear that it’s more of a demand than a request, so with a sigh, you hand your cup to the local plug.

John swirls the glass, then he lifts it to his lips. He doesn’t sip, doesn’t take his time, he simply tilts his head back and downs the wine in two large gulps. When he’s done, he wipes his hand across his mouth, grinning mischievously. “Yummy.”

“That was the last of it,” you groan. “Now I have to hit the liquor store too.”

“Is it usual for you to get crossed, sweet thing? Weed and wine? You must really be feeling some type of way today.”

“So says the drug dealer working on Valentine’s Day.” You roll your eyes, annoyed that he’d downed your whole glass and isn’t cutting to the chase of your transaction.

“Ouch,” John laughs. “When did you get such a mouth on you?”

“Since you just drank an entire cup of wine in two seconds and started talking about my sobriety streak- are you going to sell me some weed or not?”

“For a girl with nowhere to be, you sound like you’re in a rush,” John muses. “You want to get me out of your home that badly, huh?”

“I mean, I would have preferred meeting you at your car,” you admit.

John simply shrugs. “And I wanted to see how dire your situation was. Clearly, it’s pretty fucked. Listen, we can still go down to my car if you want.”

“Will you sell me the weed if I go with you?”

“Nah, but I can take you out for a drink instead.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and your mind does mental gymnastics to make sense of the suggestion. 

Is he asking you out? 

Finally, you ask, “Aren’t you working?”

“The good thing about being your own boss is you can always say fuck it, I wanna go to a bar,” John points out. “So are you going to come with me and let me distract you better than weed would? Or are you going to mope around here with no wine, no weed, and no sexy plug to make you feel better?”

You definitely have a sexy plug or two hidden away under your bed that could make your day better- but you don’t tell John that. Instead, you let out a sigh. “I guess I have nothing better to do.”

“That’s the spirit, sweet thing, now let’s go on an adventure.”

The place he takes you to is a complete dive. It’s a dark ambiance, and as you settle onto a bar stool, you notice the stickiness of the counter in front of you. John, however, seems completely at home here. He doesn’t mind the alcohol-stained wood, leaning over it to speak to the bartender over the loud rock music that plays through the establishment. “Two shots of the regular,” he announces.

“You got it, Johnny,” she laughs, turning to grab a bottle of whiskey from one of the higher shelves.

“So I guess I don’t have to ask if you come here often,” you breathe.

“And I don’t have to ask if you’ve been here before. You stick out like a sore thumb, sweet thing. Relax a little.”

You let out a sigh. “Are we really going to do whiskey shooters?”

“I’m buying so I’m choosing,” John insists. “But if you want a cocktail or something, you can get that too, on me.”

So instead of taking your money today, he’s spending his money on you.

John is an enigma, and the confusion you feel has you more curious than ever.

“So how’d a guy like you get into your line of work?” you ask.

“He’s eighteen, gets stupid tattoos on his neck and hands, is rejected from other lines of work, and then discovers he has a talent for growing the best weed in town,” John responds. “Although, between you and me, I’m pretty good at growing orchids too.”

You had not pegged him as a plant guy. He’s always seemed so one-dimensional, and you realize now that your stereotype of him had been wrong. You’d never have thought John was the one actually growing the product he sells, and the idea of him nursing an orchid - a famously difficult flower - has your heart softening.

The bartender returns, setting two shots in front of you and John. “How’s your day going, Hyuna?” John asks, picking up a conversation with her.

“It’s going,” she sighs.

“Ouch, that doesn’t sound good,” John muses, pushing one of the shooters in front of you. “I thought you were seeing that new guy- the finance bro. Figured you’d be with him today.”

“I’m not sure he’s the commitment type.” Hyuna brushes her long dark hair over a shoulder, looking between you and John. “Besides, someone has to run this lonely hearts club here. You’re ruining the single vibe by bringing a date.”

“My bad for not introducing her, by the way,” John grins. His arm comes around the back of your chair, and he pulls you closer. “This is sweet thing, I’m saving her from making bad decisions today.”

“Yeah? And how are you doing that?” Hyuna laughs.

“By substituting one drug for another.” John picks up his shooter, turning to you. “To bad decisions.”

With a sigh, you grab your own shot, lifting it to clink against John’s. “To bad decisions,” you echo.

The whiskey is like fire as you shoot it, and you have to do your best not to sputter from how bad it tastes. You feel your face scrunch up involuntarily, and it earns laughs from Hyuna and John.

“I think we can all agree Johnny’s taste in alcohol is a bad decision,” Hyuna muses. “What can I get you, sweet thing?”

You order your drink of choice. John asks for three more shooters. When Hyuna sets them all down in front of you, John holds one out to her. “This one’s for you. I’m sorry it’s not working out with finance bro.”

Hyuna assesses the shot, then, with a groan, she grabs it. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“No one’s gonna care,” John insists. “And we both know your manager is in love with you. Just take the shot, babes.”

Hyuna rolls her eyes and downs the drink. She sets the glass down, her perfectly manicured black nails dragging along it momentarily. “You and your annoying tastes.”

“You’ll learn to love this,” John assures her. “You learned to love me, right?”

“After I got over how annoying you are.”

John only laughs. He downs another shot, bringing his total to three. Then he stands up abruptly. “Vape break,” he announces. “You girls better not have too much fun without me.”

You watch him leave, sipping on your cocktail. 

“So how did you two meet?” Hyuna asks, half turning to remove some glasses from the washer so she can polish them while you chat.

You lean forward, whispering, “He’s literally my plug.”

“John’s everyone’s plug,” Hyuna laughs.

“How about you? He’s a regular?”

“Yeah, but I also dated his sister once upon a time,” Hyuna explains. “He was her annoying kid brother. I did my best to be nice to him but things didn’t end so well with her- then three years later he came in here, all tattooed and wreaking of weed- He recognized me right away, and he’s been coming in here ever since. Tips good too.”

You’d been wondering about the specificities of their relationship. Hyuna’s gorgeous, like- one of the prettiest bartenders you’ve ever seen. Her lean arms are covered in intricate tattoos, her nails are filed to points, her hair is perfect, her cheekbones are prominent and her lips are puffy like pillows-

Who wouldn’t have a crush on her?

“He’s an interesting guy,” you muse finally.

“Don’t let his tattoos fool you,” Hyuna says, meeting your eye. “He’s a sweetheart. He just likes to look all tough because of his job.”

You consider what she’s just said.

“So…” your throat feels a little dry. “Does he often come in here with girls?”

“Never. And especially not on Valentine’s Day.” Hyuna sets a cup down, leaning over the bar top to get a good look at you. “So tell me, sweet thing, what’s the end goal here?”

“Hmm?”

“Johnny might be an annoying plug, but like I said, he’s a good guy. I’m not dating his sister anymore, but he’s still like a kid brother to me. I don’t want to see him get hurt.” There’s a beat of silence. “He’s giving you heart eyes, and he let you choose your own drink. John doesn’t even let me choose my own drink once in a blue moon when we go out. He’s also never cared about what drugs I do, so why does he care so much about you? What makes you so special?”

“I…” you set your cocktail down. “I really can’t answer that.”

Hyuna cocks her head, pursing her lips. “Girl to girl, don’t be a bitch to him. I’m the one he’s going to come crying to if you reject him really hard. Let him down softly, if you have to.”

“Honestly, girl to girl, I don’t even know if he’s into me that way.”

“Sweet thing,” Hyun scoffs, “you must be blind as a bat. Don’t you see the way he’s looking at you?”

“I sort of thought he was just horny for Valentine’s Day.”

The bartender lets out a barking laugh. “The only things Johnny’s horny for are things that come in green: money and weed. He doesn’t date, babes, and you two are on a date.”

Your lips part to respond, but the door to the bar opens and John comes back inside. He lumbers over with a grin, taking the seat next to you. His arm slides around the back of your chair and he leans forward, looking between you and Hyuna. “So what did I miss?”

“Nothing important,” Hyuna lies. 

“In that case, I think I’m going to order a-”

“You’re aware that at some point I’ll have to take your keys away, right?” Hyuna raises a brow at John. “I just gave you three shots, you have one sitting in front of you still-”

“We both know I’m a heavyweight,” John insists.

“Sure you are,” Hyuna rolls her eyes, “and your skin is naturally pink.” 

You assess John. Hyuna must have good vision, because in the shitty lighting of the bar, you can hardly tell that John has definitely flushed from the alcohol. His cheeks are a rosy hue, and he looks as boyish as ever, a stark contradiction to the neck tattoos that are also beginning to blossom with color.

“How about this… two more shots,” John bargains, holding up three fingers.

Hyuna scoffs loudly.

“How about… two more shots,” John continues to hold three fingers, “And I’ll buy dessert so my body doesn’t turn into a complete whiskey barrel.”

“Two desserts and you have a deal,” Hyuna sighs.

“Two desserts it is.” John sits back in his chair. “What are you thinking, sweet thing? This place has a really good brownie, although, there's no weed in it.”

“We’ve also got apple pie with ice cream, tiramisu from the Italian place next door-” Hyuna does her best to be helpful, and you’re beginning to appreciate the tough love elder sister act thing she has going on.

You order the dessert that sounds most to your liking, and as you wait, John begins to ask about your cousin. “She’s a trooper,” he muses. “I sold her this massive thing of mushrooms last week and she texted me like two days ago asking for more.”

“She’s a heavy hitter for sure,” you agree.

“She told me once that she only does things like weed and shrooms because they come from the Earth,” John continues. “Never asks for links to cocaine or MDMA or anything- just the Earthy shit. She told me it’s cuz she’s a Taurus.”

You laugh. “That’s my cousin.”

“It was interesting meeting you for the first time,” John continues. “Your cousin gets into the car, knows exactly what strains of weed she wanted- pretty sure she was buying shatter. And there you are, asking for a blunt. Didn’t know if you wanted indica or sativa or a hybrid…” John shakes his head, as if it was the most baffling experience in the world. “In the end, I gave you some indica. Could tell you had a lot of anxiety and shit. I was kind of happy when you stopped buying, I’d hoped you’d found some other outlets or something.”

“I picked up wine,” you say, only half joking.

“Look, on our way back to your place to drop you off, I’ll stop and pick up a bottle for you to make up for what I drank earlier, deal?”

“Deal.”

John grins, and then you see his hand dipping down into his pocket. “Vape break.”

You watch John lumber outside again, and you release a deep sigh, meeting Hyuna’s eye. “Boys and their vapes.”

Dessert had helped mellow John out somewhat, and he’d actually been pretty law abiding while driving to the liquor store after. The two of you are now walking around the aisles, with John asking you all sorts of questions about your preferences when it comes to booze.

It feels shockingly domestic, especially when people go to move past you and John’s hand finds the small of your back, gently prompting you in front of him to make way for others to go by.

“What if I get us two bottles, and you let me come up for a movie,” John suggests as you reach for a replacement wine from earlier.

“What sort of movie?” you ask.

“Anything you want.”

“Are you sure I’m the only lonely one today?” you tease. “You’re being pretty clingy, John.”

“Anxious girls love a man that clings,” the plug insists. “Here, I’ll sweeten the pot for my sweet thing. Three bottles of wine, on me, and I’ll hand roll a blunt that will blow your socks off.”

“What happened to not wanting me to lose my no-weed streak?”

“I never said I’d let you smoke it, I just said I’d hand roll it and you’d be super impressed by my skills.”

You let out a laugh. It’s shocking how much your opinion of him has changed in a few short hours. You can’t believe how comfortable he’s making you feel.

“Fine. Three bottles,” you agree.

John grabs two more to join the one in your hand, and you head to the checkout. As you’re waiting in line, his phone rings, and he brings it to his ear.

“Hey, Mark…” John’s eyes meet yours. “I mean, I’m kind of busy… You really need it huh? Okay, give me a sec.” The plug presses his phone to his chest. “I’ve got a buddy who wants to link up. He lives pretty close by. It would take like… ten or fifteen minutes max. You good with that?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “Sounds okay.”

John lifts his phone back to his ear. “Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes. You better be waiting outside though, I told you I’m busy.”

A short while later, you’re sitting in the front passenger’s seat of John’s truck as he pulls up in front of an apartment building. A man in a hoodie and baseball cap is standing there, and he quickly gets into the back, giving you an odd look.

“Mark, this is sweet thing. Sweet thing, this is Mark,” John says smoothly.

“Dude. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”

John ignores the comment. “How much are you spending today?”

“Five hundred.” Mark pulls a wad of bills out of his pocket. 

“The usual?” John asks, reaching down for the duffle by your feet.

“Half shrooms, quarter indica flower, quarter butter or shatter, whatever you think is best today.” 

“You got it.” John sets the duffle gently on your lap, rifling through it. He begins to pull things out, like a jar full of weed. As John sections it off into bags, Mark leans forward to get a better look at you.

“Sorry for interrupting your plans,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s okay,” you assure him.

“You guys up to anything fun?”

“Movie night,” John answers, tossing a baggie of weed back at his friend. 

“Nice.” Mark nods to himself, waiting patiently. 

Soon, John’s fulfilled the order. Mark hands the cash to the plug, and with one final nod and half smile, he gets out of the car. 

“So…” John’s hand returns to the wheel. “Movie night?”

You’re two glasses of wine into the movie when John begins to roll a joint. He’s seated next to you on the couch, his thigh just touching yours as he bends over the coffee table. For a guy with such large hands, he’s more adept than you would have thought he’d be at the fine-tuned movements needed to make the perfect joint.

You’re more enthralled by him than the movie at this point, and you can’t help the way your body reacts when he lifts up his nearly finished product to swipe his tongue across the paper. He seals the joint masterfully before turning to meet your gaze. “I’m gonna pop onto your deck for a moment to smoke this.”

“I’ll join you,” you tell him immediately, pausing the movie to stand up.

You follow him outside, momentarily taken aback by how cold it’s gotten. 

John pulls a lighter out of his pocket, and after one sharp flick, he begins to smoke the joint.

You like the way his jaw looks in the shadows of light from the deck lamp. He’s so handsome and regal-

The cloud of smoke he exhales is bigger than anything you’d ever be able to do yourself, and even that is sexy in some odd way.

“You’re really not going to give me a hit?” you ask.

“Nope.” John looks at you with a lazy expression and a half smile. “You’re the good girl, and I’m the bad guy, remember.”

“Bad guy,” you scoff. 

“Why are you laughing, sweet thing? I’m a plug with tattoos. I’m bad.”

“You’re a softie.”

Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Says who?”

“Says me,” you insist.

“Yeah? And how do you figure?”

You think about it for a moment before responding. “You’ve taken care of me today… even though you didn’t have to.”

“Well, I wanted to.” John takes another puff, blowing it in your face. “It was pretty self-serving actually.”

You roll your eyes, waving away the smoke. “Sure it was, John.”

“Johnny,” he says quietly. “Call me Johnny.”

You stare at him, taking in his pretty face, the way his perfect lips wrap around the joint when he takes a puff. “Johnny… be for real. Why are you here?”

He lets out a laugh, but there’s little humor in it. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You shake your head, holding your breath while you wait for him to elaborate.

Johnny sighs. “Look. I’ve always liked you. I liked having you come around, needing an explanation about weed, and joints versus blunts, and indica versus sativa- it was like… it was like having a little bit of sunshine every once in a while. Then you stopped buying, and I was happy about that, but I also wasn’t. Hadn’t heard from you in months, didn’t have your number, couldn’t ask your cousin about you- you texted, and it’s Valentine’s Day, and I came up and saw you were alone- and… I don’t know… I just hate missed opportunities, and I couldn’t let this one pass me by.”

You’re really not sure what to say. His demeanor is usually kind of joking, he’s the type to always have a smile- but right now, he’s not smiling, not joking- he’s being dead serious. 

“I’m happy I messaged you.” You feel stupid as the words leave your lips, but they bring back Johnny’s boyish grin.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” you step closer, looking up at the tall plug. “Thanks for taking me out for drinks.”

“It would have been a crime to leave a sweet thing like you alone on Valentine’s Day, and trust me, I know all about crime.”

God, he’s such a goof. Why is he so endearing?

“Do you know about shotgunning?” you ask.

Johnny’s brows furrow for a second. “I’m shocked you know about shotgunning.” 

“Do you wanna try it?”

The plug looks you up and down. “Is this a ploy to get at my joint?”

“Nuh uh,” you shake your head. 

Johnny leans forward, meeting your eyes as his lips almost brush past your own. “Liar.”

He pulls away, slotting the joint in his mouth. He watches you while taking a long drag. Then he’s removing the joint and bending down again, meeting your gaze. 

You lean forward, reaching to gently grab at his shoulders. Your heart is racing a million miles a minute in your chest, and you do your best to exhale, although it comes out shaky.

“Kiss me,” you whisper.

Johnny doesn’t have to be told twice, he closes the distance, pressing his lips to yours in an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales the smoke into your lungs and you do your best to breathe it in, but Johnny’s so much bigger than you, and you have to pull away before he’s completely finished his breath.

You sputter a little, feeling tears in your eyes. There’s a rush through your body, and you feel a little wobbly, but your grip on Johnny keeps you standing. 

“John-” As soon as you’ve recovered, he’s kissing you again, but this time, it’s not for the purpose of shotgunning.

This time, he’s kissing you like he means it. 

Like he needs it.

His large hand cups your cheek, and he releases a soft groan when you kiss him back, wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders to pull him closer. 

He tastes like weed and wine, and oddly enough it’s not a bad combination. As his tongue swipes past your lip and you open your mouth for him, you find yourself releasing a groan of pleasure. 

Johnny returns the sound. In the periphery, you’re aware of him flicking the joint to the ground in favour of grabbing you with both hands. First, he cups your hips, pulling you flush against him, but after a moment, he reaches down to squeeze your ass too.

You go for a breather, and he takes the opportunity to kiss your throat, teasing his tongue against your skin and making you shiver in the cold evening air.

“You know…” you thread your fingers through his hair, “if you won’t give me drugs to use for happy chemicals, the least you could do is give me an orgasm.”

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look at you with eyes that somehow sparkle. “I thought that was a given, sweet thing.”

“It better be,” you tease, cupping the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours again.

This time, when the kiss deepens and Johnny bends down to cup your ass, he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to wrap your legs around his hips. He pushes the door open behind you, taking you back inside.

You’re so lost in his lips you almost don’t realize he’s moved past your couch, and then he’s gently laying you onto your bed. “So how do you like it?” he asks, pulling away so he can tear his hoodie and shirt off, revealing a toned chest, and all the tattoos you’ve been itching to see.

“I like it any way you want to give it to me. Dealers choice.”

Johnny lets out a laugh. “You’re cute.”

“You’re cute,” you retort, hooking your fingers in his belt to draw him closer again.

Johnny presses a hand to the bed by your head, bending over you so he can kiss you. Your thighs wrap around him, pulling him fully on top of you while you’re locked in the hottest tongue battle of your life.

He’s just so big and sexy- the weight of him is enough to have you gasping, even though he’s still holding himself up with his elbow now propped into the bed. 

His free hand finds your hip, slipping under your shirt to trace your skin. Each brush of his fingers builds the fire in the pit of your stomach, and as he slowly moves to grasp your breast, you find yourself almost dying with need for him. 

You whimper lewdly against his lips, pushing your chest up toward his palm. With a bra in the way, you can’t get the proper stimulus against your nipple, and within moments of him massaging your tits, you begin to tear your shirt off, needing more.

Johnny helps you remove the fabric, tossing it to the side so his mouth can find your throat. “You’re so pretty,” he muses, reaching under you to undo the clasp of your bra. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah, fuck- let's get naked.” 

Johnny chuckles, pulling away to look down at you. “You sure you didn’t drink too much wine, sweet thing?”

“I’m mostly sober.”

“And that shotgunning didn’t make you needy?”

“You make me needy,” you insist, cupping his face. “You know how you said you were into me months ago? When we first met, I swear I thought you were the sexiest plug I’d ever seen.”

“Probably the only plug you’d ever seen,” Johnny points out with a grin.

“John,” you meet his gaze, “earlier, when you first got here, I wasn’t even sure if I should invite you up. I was worried I’d lose my self-control and jump you or something- trust me, the physical attraction has always been there, but… getting to know you today, I like who you are inside too… so, just fuck me, yeah?”

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day to us lonely hearts, huh?” 

Instead of answering, you kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his hair. Johnny groans when you tug gently, and he grinds his hips down against your own. You can feel the bulge of his cock as it drags against your core, and you’re pretty sure your panties are going to be ruined after this.

You can’t help yourself, you trace your hand down from his shoulders to his chest, then his abdomen- then you cup his cock, applying pressure that has him moaning again, thrusting against your hand for friction.

“I think I kind of want you in my mouth,” you admit breathlessly.

“That’s funny, I want you in mine.”

You think about it for a moment. “Sixty-nine?”

“Fuck, you’re a girl after my own heart, aren’t you, sweet thing?”

You can only grin, heart thundering in your chest as you push at Johnny’s shoulders, prompting him to roll onto his back.

“You take off your pants, and I’ll take off mine,” you suggest, getting off of him so you can work on your jeans.

Johnny doesn’t need to be told twice, and you watch the way his muscles ripple under his skin as he hurries to get naked. 

He’d never actually taken off your bra, so you do that yourself. In moments, you’re both completely nude.

You stare at Johnny, taking in his cock. 

He’s rock-hard and huge. It makes you excited, but you’re also not sure how well you’ll be able to take him. He must be at least seven or eight inches, and thick too, with a pretty mushroom tip that’s already leaking precum. 

He grins at your reaction. “Think you can handle this, sweet thing?”

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit.”

“You got that right,” he laughs. “Now come sit on my face, wanna taste that pretty pussy.”

There’s something so suave about half-baked Johnny. He speaks with an almost melodic tone, it’s deep and sensual, and your pussy throbs just from the words coming out of his mouth.

As you crawl onto the bed, getting into position, his hands are careful against your form, helping you settle as you swing a thigh over his head, hovering your core over his mouth. Instead of waiting for you to sit down, Johnny lifts himself up a little, burying his face in your pussy before you can even touch his cock.

“Fuck-” you whimper, grabbing the base of his length as he pushes his tongue deep inside of you, licking the length of your slit. 

You would love nothing more than to enjoy his mouth on you for hours- but you have your own job to do, and you’re already drooling. You bring his mushroom tip to your lips, gently licking at him.

Johnny’s large hands find your ass, and he squeezes you gently. “No teasing,” he mumbles, and the vibration against your clit has you squirming down on his face.

You take him into your mouth, sucking on the tip and twirling your tongue. Johnny immediately releases a groan before diving back into your pussy. He grabs your hips pulling you down tighter against his face.

It’s hard to know what to focus on. He feels so good with his mouth worshiping your pussy, but at the same time, you’re kind of obsessed with sucking his cock. He’s so huge, and you want to see how much you can take. You sink further onto his length, feeling your lips stretch at the intrusion-

God, he’s going to absolutely wreck your pussy. You can’t even fit half of him in your mouth before he’s hitting the back of your throat, and as you constrict around him, he releases lewd sounds of pleasure that have your core practically throbbing with need.

You pull off of him, if only to collect your saliva as lube so you can stroke what your mouth can’t reach. Taking a breath and steadying yourself, you grind gently against his tongue, moaning loudly. Then you take him past your lips again, getting lost in the act of simultaneous giving and receiving.

You’re lost in him, so lost that you don’t even know how long you’ve been in this position- but you can feel an orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach every time Johnny focuses on your clit.

You find yourself grinding harder against his face, and as the feeling builds, you can’t help but pull off of his cock, gasping and moaning. “Fuck, Johnny, I’m gonna-”

“Cum for me,” he groans, squeezing your ass as he kitten licks your clit. “Don’t hold back. Cum on my face, sweet thing, give me everything.”

You’re stroking his cock mindlessly, your muscles tensing as Johnny takes your clit into his mouth, sucking and licking-

“Oh my God-” you whimper, toes curling-

Your orgasm washes over you like a wave. It tingles through every inch of your being, throbbing out from your core. You and Johnny both release groans of satisfaction, and the knowledge that he’s enjoying having you cum on his face only makes your pussy clench tighter.

You’re practically riding his tongue now, chasing the last inklings of your high until you’re absolutely breathless. 

Johnny presses one last kiss to your clit, and then he’s tapping your ass gently. “Gonna roll onto your back and let me fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“God, yes,” you groan. Your legs are shaky but you get off of Johnny’s face, collapsing next to him. 

“Damn, sweet thing, that was a good one, huh?” Johnny laughs, sitting up and stroking your thigh.

“So good,” you whimper, still feeling the aftershocks.

Johnny gets between your legs, elbow pressing into the bed next to your head as he dips close to kiss your neck. “The way you were grinding against my face was so fucking hot.”

“Johnny-” You wrap your legs around him, feeling absolutely desperate for his cock.

“You’ll have to be a little patient for me, sweet thing,” Johnny sighs, one large hand cupping your breast and teasing past your nipple. “I’ve gotta stretch you out before you can take me.”

“What if I want you now?”

“Like I said,” his breath is hot against your throat, “you’ll have to be patient.”

“What if I want you to wreck me?”

Johnny laughs, pulling away to look at you. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you, angel?”

You trace your fingers along the fine line, black and white, Japanese Oni mask tattoo that sits on his chest between his defined pectoral muscles. “Not when it comes to you.” 

The plug simply grins at your words, his hand trailing down until it reaches your core. Two thick fingers prod at your opening, and you spread your legs even wider to accommodate him. He teasingly dips the first digit inside of you and you release a moan at how good it feels, but he’s quick to pull it out and circle your clit.

“You know what you said earlier?”

He lets out a humming sound.

“About not teasing?” you correct. “If you’re making me wait for you to prep me, you better not take your sweet time with it.”

“You’ll have to let me take my time with you next time then.”

“Next time?” You cock a brow.

“Yeah,” Johnny ghosts his lips over your own. “Next time.”

“Deal, now finger fuck me open then give me your cock.”

“Jesus, I love it when you talk dirty,” Johnny groans, dipping his finger into your core again. “Tell me more.”

“You just feel so fucking good,” you groan, swiveling your hips. “Even one finger- you’re just so big- Johnny, how are you so big?”

“You haven’t really experienced the Big yet,” John points out, adding a second digit that he scissors inside of you, stretching you out for him.

In response, you reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him gently. “I’m gonna feel you inside me for days after this.”

“Especially if you let me fuck you tomorrow, and the day after- you could feel me forever if you wanted to.”

“Forever, huh?” You let out a whimper as his digits work harder inside of you, crooking up to stroke your g spot with shocking precision. 

“I’m still a little high, it’s making me… too honest.”

“I like honest,” you admit, cupping his face with your free hand, drawing his lips to yours. “I like you.”

“I like you too,” he whispers, kissing you deeper as he finger fucks you faster. “Okay, sweet thing, I think you’re just about ready for me- dripping all over my hand.”

“I’m ready,” you assure him, staring into those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes.

“Should I grab a condom?”

“Are you clean?”

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t fuck around that often. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

You giggle. “I’ve sort of noticed that.”

He kisses you again. “I can still grab a condom though.”

“No, I’m on birth control. I want you to fill me up with cock and cum until it’s all I can think about.”

“I can do that.” Johnny pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and before he can lick them clean, you grab his wrist and guide them to your own mouth. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot, angel.”

You groan around his digits, sucking them clean. When you’re done, Johnny grabs your jaw, drawing your lips to his so he can taste you, his tongue gliding against your own. 

You’ve still got his cock in your hand, and you pump him gently, adjusting against the blanket to get closer to him so you can guide his tip toward your core.

Johnny takes the hint, and he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours. His gaze dips to where your bodies meet, and he allows you most of the control as you drag his cock through your folds. “You really want this?”

“Just fuck me, John. Please don’t make me beg.”

He pushes forward, the tip of his cock sheathing in your tight core. “Holy shit,” Johnny groans.

“More.” 

Johnny can only laugh, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours as he thrusts deeper into you. The two of you hold your breath as inch after inch stretches you open. You’re so wet, and it makes the process easier, but you can still feel Johnny everywhere.

You’re a wriggling, moaning mess by the time he’s fully inside of you.

Johnny’s breath is hot against your skin, and his chest is rising and falling with effort, his bicep bulging next to your head. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Can I-”

“Rail me. Break my back. Murder my pussy.”

Johnny laughs, pressing his lips to yours to shut you up as he begins to move his hips, pulling out only to thrust back in. You can feel your insides practically quivering with each drag of his length against your walls. He’s so big, and you’re stretched to the brink- the vein along the underside of his cock is an added stimulus that has your toes curling already.

You’ll never be the same after this.

No one’s cock is ever going to compare and you just know it.

Johnny’s lips can’t muffle the sounds of pleasure still escaping you, and you grab at his broad shoulders, tracing your nails against his skin.

It’s so easy to get lost in Johnny. He makes you feel safe, and the pleasure he’s giving you has time flying by like nothing else. Johnny’s mouth goes to your throat, teasing the spot that has you moaning even louder.

“Can I flip you over? Wanna see that ass.”

“Do anything you want with me,” you tell him, and you mean it.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls out of you. His large hands find your hips. He manhandles you over, pulling your ass back and up so he can push into you again. 

“Fuck,” you groan, grabbing at the bed sheets. “You’re even deeper like this-”

Each time his front meets your ass, the slapping sound turns you on even more. He’s practically rearranging your guts like this, and you don’t mind it one bit.

“Do you wanna rub your clit for me, sweet thing?” Johnny asks. “You’re so fucking tight around me, and I’m so sensitive when I smoke- not sure I’ll be able to last long, and I want you to cum with me. Wanna feel this pretty pussy all clenched and dripping-”

Every word has your body tingling, and you bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing in quick circles. 

“Johnny-” you whimper.

“That’s it, angel. You feel so fucking good- so fucking good for me.” He grabs fistfuls of your ass, squeezing in a way that has you crying out. “Who’s my good girl?”

“Me!”

“Who’s taking this cock so fucking good?”

“Me!” 

“Fuck-” Johnny lets go of your ass, wrapping a hand around your throat. He helps lift you up until your back is curved, shoulders pressed to his chest. His lips find your neck, hand dipping down to grasp your breast roughly, pinching your nipple.

“I’m gonna-”

“I know, sweet thing, me too-” He’s fucking into you like a god damned fuck machine, and each circle of your fingers on your clit has you closer and closer to the edge- “Fuck, okay, I’m there- shit, yeah, I’m there- you’re gonna cum with me, right? Gonna cum on my cock and let me fill you up?”

All you can do is whimper, your body fulfilling his ask before your brain can even fully process it. Your core clamps down hard on his cock, and Johnny releases a deep groan in your ear. He holds you close, squeezing you as his thrusts get erratic.

You can feel him cumming deep inside of you, and you’ve never felt this cock drunk in your life. 

Nothing matters except Johnny and his huge cock filling you up to the brink. His lips are hot on your throat, and he fucks you through your highs, your pussy fluttering around him as wave upon wave of pleasure rocks through you.

As you both finish, he pushes himself fully inside of you. You can feel his cock throbbing, and his groans are music to your ears. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispers, letting out a soft laugh as he nuzzles against your cheek.

“Happy fucking Valentine’s Day,” you giggle, grabbing the hand on your breast and lifting it to your lips so you can kiss his palm.

He holds you for a few more moments, then he gently lowers you to the bed, cock still inside of you. “I’m gonna pull out,” he says, smoothing a hand over your ass. “You don’t mind if I watch it drip out of you for a second, right?”

“I’m just laying here,” you smile against the quilt. 

Even so, it feels like a loss as he takes his cock out of your aching pussy. His hands are on your ass and he spreads your cheeks. “Fuck, sweet thing. This is the prettiest view in the whole fucking world.”

When you’d texted Johnny earlier for a link-up, you’d never expected this. Never expected to see this softer side of him. 

You’re so fucking happy you reached out- he provided more than what you’d asked for.

“I busted a fat load in you, angel,” Johnny laughs, his thumb moving to rub your clit, causing you to whine and push back against him. “How about we go for a shower. I can wash you up, eat you out some more-”

“Damn, Johnny, are you pussy drunk?”

“Uh huh.” He leans over you, kissing up your spine and to your shoulder. “Valentine’s Day isn’t over yet, we should make the most out of it, right?”

You get the sneaking suspicion that you’re going to be making the most out of it with Johnny for many days to come, Valentine’s Day be damned. God. Your cousin is going to have a freak when she hears about this.

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You’ve gotten accustomed to your plug boyfriend. You’d only been dating for a month when he’d officially asked you to be his, but you know the two of you were exclusive to each other since that very first night you’d fucked. 

Being with John is pretty easy- but his odd work schedule can be a bit of a pain. He never knows how busy he’s going to be, so you can plan date nights, but sometimes he has to push it back a few hours to do unexpected late-night deliveries.

If you’d been cock drunk for him after the first time he’d fucked you, you’re even more dependent on him now.

No drug in the world could fill you up and give you the pleasure that Johnny’s cock does, and you’ve become a little impatient when you have to wait for him to complete deliveries… although, you’d never bring it up with him

You know being a plug is his job. It’s what pays the bills and allows him to dote on you in ways you’d scarcely been able to imagine before meeting him.

Even so, you can feel your skin crawling, pussy practically aching with anticipation as he completes the last handful of orders for the night. He’d initially wanted to be over at your place by seven, but it’s nearly ten now, and you’re three hours behind on the fuck marathon you’d planned.

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long distance

about; random text messages between you and your long distance boyfriend genderneutral!reader x 127!boyfriends

setting; nowhere specific- different time zones

warnings; suggestive themes in jaehyun’s and mark’s. minors dni!

note; not entirely sure that this is gender neutral but if it isn't please lmk. not proofread, hope you enjoyed!

[aquarius-johnny]

“we’re just friends, right?” | johnny suh

au: friends to lovers

warnings: bestfriend! johnny, suggestive, fluff, mutual pining, reader and johnny are down bad for each other

summary: friends don’t really look at each other the way you two do, right?

your friendship with johnny confuses everyone.

they notice the way johnny’s hand lingers a little too long on your body after finding any excuse to touch you, the way he endearingly strokes your hair out of comfort — mostly for his than for yours, and the way his eyes automatically search for you in a sea of people as if you’re his anchor that’s keeping him grounded.

it never goes unnoticed how you steal glances when you think no one is looking, how you always find an excuse to compare your small hands to his just so you can hold it for a moment, how you always forget to bring a jacket every time it’s cold out so johnny has yet another reason to let you borrow his.

or how you both always opt to share one drink, always using the excuse that you won’t be able to finish one on your own. how you both casually grab each others hand in a crowd of people so you both don’t lose each other. how neither of you accept the advances someone makes towards you two, always telling potential suitors that you’re already seeing someone — something one of you did first and now both of you do it.

it doesn’t matter how many times your friends have wondered or how many times strangers have asked, your answer to their question — are you two dating? — is always no, he’s just a friend. but they know friends don’t look at each other the way you two do. it’s always a will they or won’t they situation that secretly has your friends either rooting for both of you or are annoyed with the situation as a whole. either way, they’re hooked.

with enough nagging from your friends and family, you begin to question the authenticity of your friendship with your best friend. so does johnny. but neither of you do anything about it.

it’s not a foreign idea — for you two, at least — to have co-ed sleepovers, much to the dismay from both families. it’s harmless. nothing more happens than just sleeping and you swear up and down that absolutely nothing happens between the two of you in bed.

johnny keeps his hands to himself — for the most part. aside from the occasional arm slinging over your abdomen or the casual spooning with his arm over your waist when you wake up. but you’re both unconscious when it happens, so it isn’t his fault, right?

you on the other hand, can’t say you’re as disciplined as your best friend. everything you do always comes in the form of accidents — accidentally moving your hips against him when he’s spooning, you swear you’re just adjusting your position; accidentally grazing his morning wood with your hand when you get out of bed to use the bathroom, you’re half asleep and groggy so you have no idea what your body parts are up to until you get at least a cup of coffee in your system; accidentally forgetting to pack some pajama shorts in your overnight bag so you’re forced to sleep in a shirt and underwear during the night, always telling yourself you won’t forget to pack a pair next time.

johnny doesn’t bring it up, though. you’re not sure if he knows it’s happening or if he enjoys waking up to it as much as you do. so it just continues to happen with unspoken words between you two.

until now.

staring at the ceiling above you as you lay in johnny’s bed, you softly let out his name and wait for him to respond.

he gives you a low hum.

“i have something on my mind.” sitting up, you shift your body to look at him. you watch his eyes flutter open before he sees you looking down.

sitting up, he languidly shifts his body weight to rest on the palm of his hands that are placed slightly behind him. “what’s wrong?” he rasps, one hand extending towards his nightstand to turn on a lamp.

“no, wait, don’t turn it on yet,” you quickly say, halting his movements.

the only light source gleams from his bedroom window, reflecting the busy city’s skyline.

retracting his hand, you see his brows knit together in confusion. “what’s going on?” he asks again, this time placing a hand on your lower back after adjusting his sitting position to push himself further up the bed with his back pressed against the pillows that line his headboard.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a long time now,” a shaky exhale leaving your lips. “and i need you to stay still for me.”

“okay,” he lets out quietly, feeling the tension building between the two of you.

leaning into him slowly, your hand gently cups his jaw, heart thumping hard against your chest, and your lips begin to lightly tremble.

softly pressing your lips against his, johnny’s body tenses in surprise before he quickly relaxes and captures your bottom lip between his, moving his lips in sync with yours.

you sit there for a moment, basking in the reality that you’re kissing your best friend — kissing him with passion, lust, and sexual frustration entwined with every single movement of your lips.

his hands grip your waist, naturally pulling your body into his. you allow it to happen, your body tightly against his chest. he lifts his chin to keep his lips attached to yours as you’re nearly hovering over him before you position yourself on his lap to cradle him.

as you pull away, his lips chase yours — needing to feel them on his again.

“no, don’t stop, please,” he begs quietly right before his hands cup the sides of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you.

butterflies swarm your stomach, your lips matching his movements.

his arms wrap around you, pulling your body into his, desperate to keep you close as if he fears this is all a dream he’s about to wake up from.

you slowly pull away from him, again, pressing your forehead against his. your lips are hovering over each other, breathing in each other’s air.

“was it okay that i did that?” you softly ask.

“it’s more than okay.” a smile pulling from the corners of his mouth. “i’m glad you did.”

a sigh of relief leaves you before it quickly disappears, nerves taking over once again. “are we still just friends?” you nervously ask him, pulling back to create some distance between the two of you.

he flickers between your eyes, moving a strand of fallen hair away from your face. he softly laughs. “was i really just a friend to begin with?”

[hameesstuff]

"Until the Heart Remembers"

Pairing: Ceo! Jaehyun husband x Ceo! Reader wife

Themes: Arranged marriage, Forced proximity, Teasing, Fluff, Heavy smut, a bit of angst.

Word count: ~5k

Preview: Bound by a marriage of convenience, two stubborn hearts clash with fire—until teasing turns tender and pride softens into longing. In the quiet after the storm, they find love not in grand gestures, but in gentle touches and the promise of forever whispered beneath shared sheets.

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Jaehyun – One Week Before the Wedding

The conference room reeked of polished egos and perfumed power. Jaehyun sat with his fingers steepled, his eyes fixed on the digital clock above the mahogany doors. Three minutes late. Typical.

He didn't flinch when the double doors swung open.

Click. Click. Click.

The heels were sharp, designer, and unforgiving—just like her.

She stepped in wearing a power suit more tailored than a sniper rifle, eyes as indifferent as the contracts she shredded in boardrooms. And of course, that smirk.

“Apologies,” she said, though there was none in her tone. “I had a meeting with people who actually matter.”

Jaehyun smiled without warmth. “Funny. I didn’t realize your mirror was giving business advice now.”

Her eyes flashed, but her voice remained silk. “You’ll get used to losing, Jaehyun. Marriage is basically a hostile takeover with better PR.”

God help him.

He was marrying her in a week.

Reader – One Week Before the Wedding

She hated him.

His stupid, perfect suits. His stupid, unreadable face. The way he always sat like he owned the oxygen in the room.

And now, thanks to a merger between their family empires, they were the newest PR stunt of the year: the golden couple. Korea’s billionaire power duo.

The ring on her finger might’ve cost more than a private jet, but it felt like a shackle.

“I still think this is unnecessary,” she said, voice flat as she scrolled her phone. “We could’ve just signed the deal and left romance out of it.”

Jaehyun shrugged. “Our fathers think it’s good optics. If you want out, you can always run away. Preferably before the cake deposit’s due.”

She shot him a sideways glare. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d love not having to listen to you breathe in my penthouse.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You breathe louder.”

He smiled. Bastard.

Jaehyun – Wedding Day

He never imagined he'd wear a tux just to sign his life away.

She looked devastating, of course. Like she was about to destroy his company rather than promise him forever.

He didn't say "I do" so much as he dared her to say it back.

She did.

They kissed.

It meant nothing.

But later that night, when she stormed into their shared penthouse and tossed her heels across the marble floor, he looked up from his scotch and said, “Don’t forget to unpack your ego. It takes up a lot of space.”

She scoffed. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it in the bedroom where your charm won’t get lonely.”

Reader – Wedding Night

The penthouse was silent, soaked in shadows and too much glass. She walked barefoot across cold marble, her wedding dress hung carelessly over one arm, her hair undone but her spine perfectly straight.

He sat on the sofa like some smug painting. Shirt unbuttoned just enough to be annoying, tie loosened like the night hadn’t suffocated him the way it had her.

“You’re in my spot,” she said, eyeing the couch.

Jaehyun sipped his drink. “Didn’t realize the couch belonged to Her Royal CEOness.”

She rolled her eyes and moved to the other side. He didn’t budge.

They sat in silence. Not peace—just silence dressed up in ego.

Then he spoke.

“You surprised me today.”

She didn’t look at him. “How so?”

“You looked like someone I could actually fall in love with… if I hated myself enough.”

A laugh broke from her chest before she could stop it. “You’re going to be so lonely in this marriage, Jaehyun.”

“Why? You planning to move out already?”

She smiled, slow and confident. “No. I like watching you suffer.”

He raised his glass. “To mutual misery.”

Jaehyun – Two Weeks Married

Their mornings were a warzone.

She hogged the espresso machine. He hijacked the hot water.

She changed the thermostat to 25°C. He set it back to 19°C.

It wasn’t hatred. It was worse—it was fascination laced with fury.

This morning, she was in his seat at the kitchen island again, scrolling through reports, wearing his silk button-down like it was hers now.

“New habit? Stealing my wardrobe?” he asked.

She didn’t even look up. “You didn’t seem to want it back.”

“You’ll ruin the fabric. That shirt’s worth more than your last PR campaign.”

She finally glanced up. “Then take it off me.”

The silence after that sentence was criminal.

She didn’t blink.

Neither did he.

She arched an eyebrow, lifted her coffee, and sipped—smirking as if she hadn’t just dropped a nuclear flirtation between them.

He muttered, “You’re insufferable.”

“You’ll live,” she replied.

Reader – Late Night, Same Day

The penthouse was unusually quiet. For once, she wasn't working, and he wasn’t brooding in the corner pretending he didn’t enjoy their verbal jabs.

She padded into the living room and found him asleep on the couch, head tilted back, shirt open, hair tousled. Vulnerable. Human.

She stood there too long.

Too curious.

Too drawn.

She reached down slowly and tugged the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over him with a sigh she didn’t mean to make.

But then—

“Caught staring?” he murmured, eyes still closed.

Her stomach dipped.

“You wish.”

He peeked one eye open. “You’re soft when you think I’m not looking.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional when you’re half-asleep.”

He smiled.

God, she hated how smugly handsome he looked when he smiled.

Or maybe she didn’t hate it as much as she wanted to.

Jaehyun – Later That Night

He didn’t sleep much, not with her just down the hall.

Their bedroom was big enough to house the tension between them.

They’d drawn an invisible line between the sides of the bed—but sometimes, when the nights got too quiet, he’d hear her shift closer. Breathing in sync. Neither touching. But painfully aware.

Tonight was no different.

Except—her voice cut through the dark.

“Jaehyun?”

He turned toward her voice in the shadows. “What?”

“…Do you think we’ll ever be real?”

He didn’t answer right away.

He didn’t know how.

So instead, he whispered, “You tell me.”

She didn’t reply.

But she didn’t turn away either.

Reader – Three Weeks into the Marriage

She didn’t expect it to bother her.

Not the distance. Not the walls. Certainly not the way he looked at her like she was a deal he didn’t remember signing.

But it did.

It bothered her when he came home late, tie askew, laughing at something his assistant said. It bothered her when he disappeared into his office, door locked, like she wasn’t a living person behind the walls they shared.

Most of all, it bothered her that she noticed.

Tonight, she was curled up on her side of the bed with a contract in hand, phone buzzing beside her with messages from friends pretending she hadn’t gone missing into a marriage she never asked for.

Then the door creaked open.

Jaehyun stood there, hair damp from the rain, one brow raised.

“Reading legal documents in bed. Sexy,” he said dryly.

She looked up. “Well, my husband’s busy pretending I don’t exist. I had to turn somewhere for comfort.”

He smirked. “You always this dramatic, or do I just bring it out in you?”

“You wish you had that power.”

“Oh, I do.” He moved toward the closet, unbuttoning his shirt without a care in the world. “You hate how much you notice me.”

She stared at the buttons slipping free, the way his shoulder blades moved beneath the wet fabric.

“I don’t notice you at all,” she lied.

He paused at the closet door and looked over his shoulder. “Then why are you still looking?”

Damn him.

Jaehyun – That Same Night

She was quiet tonight.

No sarcasm, no bite—just eyes that lingered and lips that didn't quite part. And he hated how much he wanted her to say his name when the silence stretched too long.

He hated how her perfume stayed in the sheets, in his suit jackets, in his damn bloodstream.

She wasn’t just beautiful. She was infuriatingly present, like the space beside him remembered her even when she wasn’t there.

He stood at the bedroom mirror, pretending to fix his hair, just to steal a glance.

She was watching.

Not in admiration. Not in desire.

Just… wondering.

Maybe she was wondering the same thing he was: What the hell were they doing, pretending not to care, when every inch of this stupid marriage screamed inevitable?

He turned slowly. “You hungry?”

She blinked. “What?”

“Hungry. You know. Food? That thing humans consume?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You’re asking me to dinner?”

“No. I’m offering you one. There’s a difference. Less romance, more obligation.”

She stood, brushing invisible lint off her thigh. “Fine. But I pick the place.”

Jaehyun grinned. “Of course you do, Your Majesty.”

She tossed a pillow at his head.

He caught it one-handed, grinning wider.

Reader – At the Restaurant

She hated how good he looked in candlelight.

She hated that the waitress kept smiling at him.

But most of all, she hated that this dinner didn’t feel like war.

He poured her wine without asking, pushed the menu toward her like he actually cared, and listened.

Listened.

“Why are you being nice?” she finally asked.

He tilted his head. “Because I want something.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Sex?”

He choked on his wine. “God, no.”

“Rude.”

“I meant peace. Truce. Whatever version of civility your claws allow.”

She lifted her glass slowly. “I can be civil.”

He smirked. “Define civil.”

“No throwing things.”

He chuckled. “Even verbal grenades?”

“I make no promises.”

They clinked glasses.

And for the first time, something unspoken bloomed between them.

Not peace.

But something close.

Jaehyun – On the Drive Home

She fell asleep in the passenger seat.

Jaehyun glanced over more times than necessary.

She was soft in sleep, lips slightly parted, a lock of hair brushing her cheek. Vulnerable in a way he’d never seen. Never thought she’d allow.

He didn’t wake her when they pulled into the garage.

Didn’t say a word when he scooped her gently into his arms.

Her head fell against his chest.

She stirred just slightly, murmuring, “You smell expensive…”

He nearly laughed.

But he just whispered, “You’re exhausting.”

Still, he held her tighter.

And carried her upstairs like something sacred.

Reader – The Next Morning

She woke up in bed, fully dressed, the faintest memory of arms under her knees and a chest that smelled like cedarwood and sin.

Jaehyun.

He had carried her up.

She blinked against the sunlight, her throat dry and heart... confused. There was a folded blanket on the foot of the bed. And beside it, a steaming cup of coffee. Black. No sugar—just how she liked it.

The sticky note on it read:

"Don’t get used to it. I was bored." — J

She stared at the note for a long moment.

Then sipped.

And smiled.

Damn him.

Jaehyun – Same Morning

He didn’t know what the hell he was doing.

Making her coffee? Carrying her upstairs like a rom-com cliché? Sleeping on the sofa while she hogged the bed?

This wasn’t part of the plan.

They were supposed to coexist—cold, beautiful, bitter, professional. Two CEOs stuck in a marriage built for headlines.

But then she laughed the night before.

And it wasn’t mocking or cruel.

It was real. And it hit his chest like a car crash.

“Stop looking at her like that,” his assistant said, slapping a folder down on his desk.

Jaehyun blinked. “What?”

“You’re smiling like a man who bought a puppy.”

He scowled. “Get out.”

His assistant grinned. “Too late. You’re in love with your wife.”

He didn't respond.

Because the worst part?

He didn’t know if it was a lie.

Reader – At the Office That Week

She didn’t tell anyone.

About the coffee. About the way Jaehyun touched her wrist when he passed by. About the way he waited in the lobby for her after her meetings without explanation.

But people noticed.

Especially when the two of them arrived together at a tech gala, fashionably late and inexplicably... soft.

"You’re glowing," her best friend whispered behind a champagne glass.

"I’m successful," she replied.

"You're blushing."

"It’s the lighting."

"It’s Jaehyun."

She turned toward the bar, heart in her throat—and froze.

Because across the crowd, Jaehyun was watching her with a gaze so intense, it felt like it stripped her bare.

And when he walked over, leaned close to whisper in her ear, the words weren't flirtatious.

They were dangerous.

“I haven’t kissed you yet. Why haven’t I kissed you?”

She didn’t know the answer.

But suddenly she wanted to.

Jaehyun – That Night

He didn’t kiss her.

Not yet.

He wanted it too much.

Wanted her too much.

But it was dangerous, this fire growing in silence. The kind of want that made a man stop thinking and start pulling her into walls and gasping into her throat.

She wasn’t a fling. Not even a fantasy.

She was his wife.

And it terrified him how badly he needed her to choose him.

Not for the company.

Not for the marriage contract.

But for him.

He closed the door to his office that night, alone again, and stared at his phone.

No messages.

No goodnights.

No “come to bed.”

But she had worn his cufflinks to the gala.

And he’d noticed.

Every. Damn. Second.

Reader – One Month into the Marriage

It was dangerous, the way he stared now.

Not just in passing. Not in those careless, arrogant glares he used to wear like a shield.

This was different.

He watched her.

Like he was trying to memorize her. Undo her. Ruin her.

She tried to pretend she didn’t feel it—his gaze on the back of her neck during breakfast, the way he leaned a fraction too close when he passed her in the hallway.

Tonight, they were getting ready for another corporate dinner. She stood at the vanity, adjusting her necklace.

“Too much?” she asked aloud.

Behind her, Jaehyun’s reflection appeared in the mirror.

He was in a black suit, no tie, shirt unbuttoned just enough to be sinful. His jaw was clean-shaven. His voice came low.

“Not enough.”

She stilled.

He stepped behind her, fingertips ghosting the clasp at her nape.

“You’re not wearing this for them,” he said. “You know that, right?”

She met his eyes in the mirror. “And who am I wearing it for, Jaehyun?”

He smiled without softness. “Me.”

Jaehyun – That Same Night

She was teasing him again.

Wearing a dress that dipped scandalously low in the back. Laughing at another CEO’s joke while nursing wine she didn’t even like. Tossing glances over her shoulder to make sure he saw.

He did.

Oh, he saw everything.

Every twitch of her lips. Every flick of her lashes.

So when he stepped behind her on the terrace, hand finding the small of her back, he leaned in and murmured, “Keep looking at him like that, and I’ll put a claim on you no one will miss.”

She didn’t turn.

Didn’t flinch.

She just sipped her drink and said, “Possessive looks good on you.”

He growled, quiet and dark. “Don’t tempt me.”

She arched a brow. “Or what?”

“You’ll find out.”

Reader – Back at Home

They didn’t speak on the drive.

Didn’t need to.

The tension clung to them like perfume—thick and sweet and utterly consuming.

He opened the penthouse door. She stepped inside.

But this time, she didn’t head to the bedroom.

This time, she turned back.

“Why haven’t you kissed me?” she asked softly.

He froze, closing the door behind him like it hurt.

“I told you,” he said, voice rough. “I want you to want it first.”

Her heels echoed as she crossed the floor toward him.

Eyes locked. Mouths close. Inches apart.

“And if I want it now?”

His breath caught. “Then I’m already losing.”

She reached up.

Tugged his collar.

And whispered, “Lose.”

His mouth crushed into hers like he’d been waiting his whole life to be ruined.

Jaehyun – The First Kiss

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful.

It was months of denial crashing all at once—teeth, tongue, breathless gasps between bites of longing.

She moaned into him.

He pressed her against the nearest wall, hands gripping her waist like it would anchor him.

“Say my name,” he demanded against her lips.

She did.

Over and over.

Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.

And when they finally broke apart, flushed and dizzy, he rested his forehead against hers.

Breathing hard.

“What now?” she whispered.

He smiled.

“A very slow, very long mistake,” he said.

She laughed, breathless.

And kissed him again.

Jaehyun – The Morning After the Kiss

She was gone when he woke up.

Not that she’d spent the night in his bed—he knew that. They hadn’t gone that far.

But still… he’d expected her to be there.

Coffee in hand. A smirk on her lips. Some quip like “You kiss like you fight—desperate to win.”

But instead, silence.

Just the ghost of her laugh in the hall and the memory of her mouth on his.

He showered in frustration. Dressed too sharply. Glared at the mirror until it cracked his mood.

She was driving him mad.

And the worst part?

He liked it.

Reader – That Same Morning

She needed air.

Not because she regretted the kiss—no, never that.

It was everything a first kiss with Jaehyun should be. Fiery. Greedy. A little dangerous.

But now? She felt exposed.

That kiss had stripped something. Peeled back armor she’d spent years building.

And now, here she was—standing outside her own company’s tower, pretending the CEO she was married to hadn’t kissed her like a promise last night.

“Ma’am?” her assistant interrupted gently. “There’s someone in your office.”

She blinked. “Who?”

“He said he’s your husband.”

Oh no.

Jaehyun – In Her Office

He was sitting on her desk.

Her desk.

Reading her agenda like he paid the bills. Which, annoyingly, he partially did.

She stepped inside, glaring. ���How did you get past security?”

He shrugged. “I’m charming.”

“You bribed them.”

“Same thing.”

She crossed her arms. “What do you want?”

He looked up slowly. “Your attention.”

“You already have it.”

He smiled like the devil. “Good.”

Then stood, walked around the desk, and leaned in too close.

“About last night…”

She raised a brow. “Which part? The kiss? Or the part where I left you breathless?”

He chuckled, low and dangerous. “You think you won?”

“Didn’t I?”

Jaehyun leaned down, lips just grazing her ear.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured, “I’m still playing.”

She shivered. And hated how much he saw it.

Reader – That Night

She didn’t kiss him again.

Not yet.

But she let him brush her hair off her shoulder at dinner. Let his fingers linger too long on her waist when they passed in the hallway.

Let the heat build.

And build.

And build.

Until one night, he cornered her in the kitchen, midnight light painting them in silver and sin.

“You keep looking at me,” she whispered, daring him.

Jaehyun stepped closer, voice thick. “You keep walking away.”

“I’m testing you.”

His hands slid to her hips. “And what do you want me to do, wife?”

She swallowed.

He leaned closer.

“I can be patient. But eventually…” he whispered, lips brushing her jaw, “…I’m going to wreck you.”

She closed her eyes, head falling back slightly.

And whispered, “Promise?”

Reader – Three Months In

The marriage had rules. Unspoken, but clear.

Don’t fall first.

Don’t show weakness.

Don’t stay the night.

And yet—

She found herself waiting for him to come home.

Her phone lit up with his name more often. Sometimes it was business. Sometimes it wasn’t.

Sometimes it was, “Did you eat?”

Other times, it was, “Your smile was lethal today.”

And sometimes… nothing at all. Just a missed call at 11:47 PM.

A silent confession.

An ache wrapped in pride.

She never called back.

But her heart did.

Loud. Every time.

Jaehyun – One Night Alone

The penthouse felt too cold without her in it.

He hated that.

He wasn’t soft. He was a shark in Armani, built on ambition, cash, and steel.

But she made silence feel like failure.

He stared at the door longer than he should’ve.

Waited.

Hoped.

She didn’t come back that night.

So he poured himself a drink. One finger of whiskey. Neat.

Then poured another.

And muttered to himself, “You’re falling. Goddammit.”

That Weekend

She walked into his home office late on a Friday night.

He looked up, surprised. Shirt sleeves rolled, tie undone.

“Lost?” he asked.

She held up a folder. “Board documents. Needed your signature.”

He reached for it—but didn’t take it.

Instead, he stepped around the desk and walked right into her space.

“You could’ve sent an assistant,” he murmured.

“I wanted to see your face when you read it.”

Jaehyun grinned. “You missed me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Too late.”

She turned to walk away—but he grabbed her wrist.

“Stay,” he said, softer.

Not commanding. Not smug.

Just… asking.

She didn’t say yes.

But she didn’t leave either.

The Storm

She stormed into the penthouse, slamming the door behind her.

“Don’t even try to act innocent,” she snapped.

Jaehyun stood from the couch slowly, face darkening. “What are you talking about?”

She threw the magazine at him. The headline screamed "CEO Jung’s Late-Night Rendezvous with Old Flame?"

“You told me you don’t see her anymore,” she hissed. “That she was history.”

“She is,” he snapped, tossing it aside. “That photo’s ancient. They dredged it up to sell stories!”

“But you didn’t tell me! Why didn’t you warn me something like this could resurface?”

“Because I didn’t think I’d have to!” he yelled. “Because I didn’t think I’d have to explain myself to someone who knows me!”

“Well, maybe I don’t,” she seethed, chest heaving. “Maybe this whole thing is just a game to you!”

He paused.

Then said, too quietly, “You think I’m faking this?”

Silence fell like a bomb.

And it hurt. Visibly.

Jaehyun’s jaw clenched. “You really think I could touch you like I do, look at you like this, and still not mean it?”

She faltered—but pride kept her mouth shut.

So he stepped back.

“You know what?” he murmured. “Maybe I was right in the beginning. Maybe marriage was a mistake.”

Her heart dropped.

She turned and walked away.

Not because she didn’t love him.

But because if she stayed, she’d shatter.

Aftermath: The Quiet Hurt

That night, neither of them slept.

Separate rooms.

Separate worlds.

Regret sat heavy on both chests—but neither broke first.

Until the next morning.

Reconciliation

The next day, she found him on the balcony—wet from the rain, coffee cold in hand.

“You’ll catch a cold,” she said gently.

He didn’t look at her. “Maybe I deserve to.”

She sighed, walking toward him. “I didn’t mean what I said last night.”

He turned finally, eyes tired. “But you said it.”

A beat.

“I get scared too,” she whispered. “But I don't want to lose you over my pride.”

His expression cracked. Just a little. “Then come here.”

She stepped into his arms.

He held her like she was breakable for once.

And when he kissed her—it wasn’t fire this time. It was water.

Soft. Cleansing. Needed.

They moved to the bedroom without a word.

No games. No power.

Just mouths on skin. Just hands saying I’m sorry. Just moans that sounded like don’t go.

He laid her down with reverence.

Undressed her slowly, worshipfully, kissing every inch.

And when he slid into her, it wasn’t about dominance or tension or release.

It was love.

It was forgiveness.

It was home.

She held his face as they moved together, whispering, “We’re still learning.”

He kissed her back. “I’ll keep trying.”

They came together gently, with a sob between them.

And that night, they didn’t just sleep together.

They stayed.

Epilogue – One Year Later

The contract was gone.

Their marriage? Very much alive.

She still teased him in meetings.

He still smirked when she got flustered in boardrooms.

But now, the teasing ended in kisses.

In touches beneath the table.

In long, luxurious weekends spent wrapped in sheets and morning coffee.

Their penthouse had changed.

There was art on the walls. Her work. His pride.

Plants she bought lined the kitchen windows. Half of them thrived. The other half he kept alive with silent determination.

Every Sunday, he made her breakfast in just his sweatpants.

Every Friday, she brought him coffee and sat on his lap during late-night calls.

One night, curled into each other on the couch, she looked at him and whispered,

“I can’t believe I almost walked away.”

He brushed her hair back, smiling softly. “You almost did. I almost let you.”

“But we didn’t.”

“No,” he said, kissing her hand. “We found our way.”

A pause.

“Still think this marriage was a mistake?” she teased.

He leaned down, kissed her lips slow.

Then murmured, “Only that we didn’t fall sooner.”

The End.

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