#johnny scnearios

[bbykpoper]

The Ninth Life

There is a shop located near the Little River that is said to hold magic inside.

Won’t you come in to find out?

chan x reader

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🔮 part 25 - shifting assholes

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[jaehyunspeachparty]

daddy jaehyun 

iv.xlvii (m)

trigger warning: mentions of abortion

"Good morning", Jaehyun whispered and turned to you. The new year has started and you spent New Year's Eve alone together with your children. The twins were very sensitive to noise and you didn't want to leave them in a noisy environment with lots of fireworks. But in the end they slept through the New Year. "Good morning," you say softly and smile. Jaehyun pulled you closer and stroked your hips. You already knew where this was going, especially when his lips were on your chest. He started to moan softly before you could say anything. "What if the children come in?" You ask him quietly. Jaehyun shook his head and put his body over yours. "You ask that every time." He sighs and suddenly pulled the blanket over your body. "Do you remember when we were in the dorm? We were so horny that we used every second to sleep with each other. And when Jungwoo was in the room, we did it very slowly under the covers." He winked and pulled your panties aside at the same time. "Oh, surely he noticed." You just let him do it and thought of the time when they really always slept sneaky together. "But our children are innocent. When they ask what we do, we just say we are playing." He winked and stroked you between your folds. You press your lips together and start moaning softly. "What if I cum? You know I can't be quiet on your cock." You wink and Jaehyun has to close his eyes briefly to collect himself. Dirty talk always turned him on. "We'll do it very slowly, maybe you can suppress your moan then." He leaned down to kiss you gently. "Fuck, you're already very wet," he then stated and stuck a finger into you. Your chest rose and you couldn't wait to have his length inside you. "Are you ready?" You ask him and Jaehyun grinned. It took his cock and slapped it on your stomach. He was already fat and well blooded. His veins stuck out thick and blue and you knew him when he looked like this ... he was more than ready. "Any questions?" He looked at you grinning and you shake your head. "Then fuck me." You pull him towards you and Jaehyun began to position himself correctly. It only took 2 seconds for his tip to reach your entrance. But it didn't come to more because then the door opened. "Mummy ..." Sunoh rubbed his eyes and his hair stood up. "What are you doing?" Your son asked and came to your bed. "We cuddle," you say and put your arms around Jaehyun. "I also want." Sunoh put his hands on the mattress and looked at you two with his big dark eyes. "I'm so hard it hurts," Jaehyun whispers in your ear and sighed. "Go to the bathroom. I'll take care of Sunoh," you tell him and Jaehyun nodded. He quickly took something to cover himself then his phone and disappeared into the bathroom to jerk off. Meanwhile, you lift Sunoh up and cuddle with him. "Did you sleep well, my big one?" You ask him while you stroke his hair. "YES!" He grinned and then giggled.

In the afternoon you go for a walk with Johanna and the twins. The next few days was her appointment for the abortion and she was starting to feel bad. Thousands of thoughts were in her head, and she was also slowly noticing symptoms of her pregnancy such as fatigue and nausea. "Do you think you shouldn't tell Johnny after all?" You ask her and push the stroller with the twins in front of you. "I just can't ..." She sighed and looked into the distance. "Did you tell Jaehyun?" She asked worried and you shake your head. "No, he would be mad that I would bother him with something like that and he would ultimately tell Johnny. He doesn't even know that I'm going to meet you now." You sigh because you hate to be hiding something from Jaehyun, but if he would ask, you couldn't keep quiet. "Thanks Y/N, I know this is difficult for you." Johanna felt guilty, but it wasn't easy for her either. "It's tough I know, but I'm sure you know you are doing the right thing." Johanna nodded briefly and it was quiet for a moment. "I wish I was the person who can keep the child. But I fight so hard to be a good mother to Jaina and Jasper. But sometimes I look at them when they cry and I feel nothing. No motherly love, I'm just cold. As soon as I hear they in the morning they annoy me. I'm happy when they are with Johnny. I don't miss them either. I take care of them and everything, but I'm happy if they are asleep or not there. Something is wrong with me." Johanna suddenly started crying and you couldn't do anything other than hold her in your arms. "I've wanted kids with Johnny so badly. I always thought I'd be a good Mum, but I'm not ... I'm not ..." She kept sobbing and then began to stutter. "You are not?" You try to help her, but Johanna still found it difficult to say everything. She takes a step to the side and stares at you. "I am not like you!" She presses her lips together as if she had said something insulting. "Like me?" "Come on Y/N, you are Mother Theresa of everyone here. You already have four children, love them all and take care of them. You even take care of Chichi." Johanna sighed and her shoulders slumped. "I think some people are born with it, some are not." You smile and stroke her shoulder. "Yes, probably." Johanna smiled too and the mood was a little better now. It helped her to speak honestly with you about everything.

When you slowly got home, Johanna stopped and suddenly hugged you. "Thank you for being there for me. Without you everything would be much harder." "No problem. I'm always there for you." You hug her tightly and try to give her as much comfort as possible. And suddenly Johanna became very gentle. "Sorry I'm so emotional. Probably the pregnancy hormones." "Pregnancy Hormones?" Johnny suddenly came out of your house and spotted you both. Johanna gave her a startled look and you couldn't say anything either. "What's going on here?", Johnny asked a little louder now. In the meantime Cujo ran out of the house to greet you and for this reason Jaehyun ran after your dog and he was also surprised to see you with Johanna. "Oh, hi Johanna," he greeted her uncertainly. "Johanna, what's going on? Why are you talking about pregnancy hormones?" Johnny was really angry now and he wanted an answer. "It's nothing ..." Johanna tried to lie, but he no longer believed her. "I heard what you said. ARE YOU PREGNANT?" Johnny almost screamed in anger or maybe in panic. However, from the noise, Kiwoo wakes up and starts crying. "Maybe we can go into the house and sort it out in peace?" Jaehyun helped you with the stroller while you pick up Kiwoo and hug him. You all go into the house and Jaehyun now also took Geon, who was still asleep. The children were all still playing in the living room and Jasper slept in the bed where the twins actually sleep. You sit in the kitchen and Johnny was really upset. Kiwoo was already grabbing your chest and indicating that he was hungry. And you had no choice in the midst of this drama to bare your chest and nurse Kiwoo. But Johnny and Johanna are used to it now. Jaehyun placed Geon next to Jasper and then came to the table too. "So what's going on?" He asked and saw Johnny and Johanna look at each other. "Is that what I think?", Johnny then asked and Johanna nodded. "Say it!" Johnny wanted to hear it with his own ears. Johanna looked at you and tears stood in her eyes. "Everything is fine," you say gently and stroke her hand. She nodded and you could only guess how bad she was. "I'm pregnant." It took Johanna so much courage and strength to tell him. "WHAT?" Jaehyun was totally surprised, but Johnny had another question. "From me?" "Of course from you. I don't sleep around with anyone that easily." Johanna felt offended by his question. You could see her chest move up and down. Her breathing was heavy and she didn't know how to react. "Okay okay. We should see how we do this. When is your next check-up?" Johnny was already making plans in his head, but Johanna quickly got him out of his thoughts. "I can't. I'll have an abortion. I'll have the appointment in a few days. Y/N is with me." Johanna tried to stick to the facts, but she couldn't look her ex-husband in the eye. "You want to have an abortion?" Johnny was shocked, he hadn't expected that. "Yes...." The first tears rolled down her cheek. "If I didn't meet you here by chance, you would never have told me, would you?" He asked and Johanna nodded. "WHY?" He punshed his fists on the table and Kiwoo became restless again. He started to cry and you didn't know why he was so sensitive to sounds. "Johnny, please ..." Jaehyun noticed that the children were getting restless and would like to talk it down as quietly as possible. "I just don't get it, it's our child." Johnny started to cry too. "I think we'll leave you alone", Jaehyun then says and you join him. Together with Kiwoo you go into the living room, where the children played or slept. "Mummy, I want to cuddle too." Sunoh came to you and lay down on your lap. He was having jealous phases again and wanted all your attention. "My big boy, I've been snuggling with you all morning." And don't even have sex because of it. "Again," he said, grinning. "Mummy will cuddle you later. Play with Jaina and your sister," Jaehyun said seriously and you could see that there was a lot on his mind. "Noooo." Sunoh defied and you stroke his head. "Okay, then lie there. But Daddy and I need to talk." Sunoh nodded and lay down on your lap. "What do you want to tell me Jaehyun?" You knew just by his look that he didn't like any of this. "How could you keep that to yourself?" "Because it's Johanna's business." It was very easy. You knew it was hard for her. It was her choice and you just wanted to be there for her. "But Johnny has a right to know." "He knows now." The conversation annoys you now, it wasn't your concern. "You should have said it," said Jaehyun then and looked at you seriously. "Jaehyun, this is not our fight. Do you want to fight now?" You got louder and snippier because you didn't want to interfere too much. But Kiwoo was restless again. He stopped drinking and started crying. "My little one, what's the matter with you today?" You stroke his cheek and he looked at you with wide eyes. You don't know why, but whenever you look at your children in such a moment, you became very calm. "I don't want to argue. But if you had an abortion ..." "I'm not Johanna," you interrupt him. "I'm just saying I understand Johnny in that case ..." Jaehyun tried to speak calmly, but you didn't want to argue. "And I understand Johanna in that case." In the moment you look into the kitchen and see that Johanna was crying. It was enough for you now, you didn't want to leave her in so much stress. So you got up and went to the two. "Johanna, is everything okay?", You ask her and Jaehyun followed you. "Yeah, I just have to go home." She got up and wiped away her tears. "Shall I take you home?" You ask her and she shook her head. "Thanks for everything Y/N." She hugged you tightly and then ran out of the house. You and Jaehyun look at Johnny and don't know what to do. "She still wants to have an abortion ..." he said and was just desperate.

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[kaepop-trash]

Hey can you do a drabble with johnny where y/n and him share there kinks in a pillowtalk and even though they are timid (?) at first they encourage each other to speak.

And can you make it fluffy? Or like i dont mind how you make it i trust your writing style anyway😂😊😊😘😘

This started a whole discourse between me and two other people on what we think Johnny’s kinks are so genuine gratitude to you for that. After careful consideration, I came on these. This was very fun to write. I really wish people were this comfortable communicating in real life. I wish I was this comfortable communicating in real life.

I want you to picture this happening after the costco scene in Unintended Consequences, that is important to keep in mind. Thank you for saying you have trust in my writing because it makes one of us. I hope you like this!

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Johnny looked up when the door of his bedroom opened, smiling when she walked in. She returned his welcoming smile with a tired one.

“I can’t believe you’re still awake.” She dropped her purse beside the door, “I’m sorry, the meeting lasted longer than I anticipated. We were supposed to go for dinner.” She sighed.

Johnny shook his head, “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He took his laptop off his lap and placed it on the bed. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” He slipped out of bed, smiling at the way she fluttered her eyes away to the floor at his words.

Johnny definitely enjoyed how she looked when she was flustered a little too much.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

She groaned, "No I was chewing on these crackers from a basket somebody gave me at the office. They were actually really good." She recalled.

"I'm famished." Johnny smiled as he came up to her.

She gave a look that was somewhere between surprise and apology. "You haven't eaten yet? It's midnight!" She sighed. Johnny shook his head. A small smile tugging at his lips from her reprimand, "I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll eat okay?”

-

“Why are people sending you baskets?” Johnny questions as they ate the food Johnny ordered hours ago. She turned to look at him, holding back a smile. With a suspicious gaze, Johnny picked up his phone.

“It’s your birthday next week.” Johnny snorted once he checked the date.

She laughed, “Remember last year?” The look on his face made her laugh some more.

“I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Johnny sounded offended, “I was still on thin ice with Sooyoung then. Imagine how it felt when she told me it was your birthday and I had no clue.” He sulked making her bite back her laugh.

“She only told you because she knew I wouldn’t.” (Y/N) shrugged, shoving more food into her mouth.

“Why?”

“Just.” She shrugged again. “All my friends live in different cities, you and I were barely on our second month; so I didn’t really do much about it. It’s just another day to me anyway.”

Johnny hummed with sarcasm, “That’s why you were sitting on your couch eating ice cream and watching HBO?” He clicked his tongue, disappointment clear on his face.

Her brows creased, “Hey! Nothing wrong with eating your favourite flavour of ice cream and watching your favourite show for the ninth time.”

“Yes.” Johnny sat back in his chair, patience written all over his face. “But we could have done that together.”

She chewed on her lips at that, before clicking her tongue. “You came over anyway!” She laughed, “With cake and that lemon chicken I really like. You’re the best boyfriend.” She puckered her lips at him and made kissy noises from across the table making him scoff. “It was the middle of the week! I didn’t want to be a bother, so I didn’t tell you. It’s whatever.” She dismissed the idea. “Don’t be mad.” She gave him a cheeky grin. "I'm yours for the day this time." She promised.

Johnny huffed, “Just watch.” He pointed his fork at her, “This time I’m going to go all out.” She groaned at the promise, making a smirk lift his lips. “So many gifts, (Y/N). Just watch.” He threatened. “So many.”

“Johnny.” She whined.

“No, see.” He sat up in his chair, his eyes glinting. “I know you better now. I know exactly what to give you.” He sounded very sure. "So you don't have to be self-righteous."

“And what’s that?”

“Things you want but put off buying. Like that kitchen knife you were eyeing at the mall. Or those scented candles.” He recalled with such impeccable memory that she would refuse if she wasn’t so touched.

Johnny drew his lower lip in with his teeth, thinking over something and then letting it go, “I’m also getting you some things I want.”

“Like what?” She raised a brow.

He gave her a secretive smile, “You’ll see.”

She grimaced, “Why so many?”

“Because I want to.” Johnny got out of his chair, picking up their empty plates. She got up and followed him towards the kitchen, “You never let me buy you anything! Your birthday is an opportunity.” He put the plates in the sink, giving her a chaste kiss on her temples. "And don't say you can get it yourself or I'll add another gift to my list." He said like he read her mind.

She bit her lips, “I let you buy me food.” She protested softly.

The incredulous look Johnny gave her made her giggle. “Basic nourishment, (Y/N). What a standard you set.” He huffed.

“You’re into that aren’t you?” She said softly.

Johnny stopped just as he scrubbed the first plate, turning to her. “Nourishment?” He scoffed, amusement painting on his face. “As a general rule of life, yes.”

She rolled her eyes, “It pleases you, giving people things?” She clarified.

“I guess.” He said slowly, looking back at the plate.

“You even got Mark an xbox for something you refuse to tell me about.” She scoffed.

Johnny smiled to himself, “That’s between him and me.” He wiped his hands after finishing his chore.

She hummed, “So I was right.” She said to herself mostly. When Johnny looked up at her in question, she bit down on her lip. “Last week. At costco?” Her heartbeat sped up a little as she recalled the afternoon.

“Oh.” Johnny blushed and looked away, a sight that was delightful to experience. “Yeah. I mean,” He paused, letting out a short laugh. “I thought I made that obvious.” She could tell he was trying to be nonchalant, but his cheeks were already turning pink.

“What else?” She questioned.

“What else what?” He turned around to face her, pulling her into his chest with a quick tug at her waist.

“What else are you into?”

Johnny gave her a devious grin, “So we’re doing this now?”

She looked down to his chest, “I mean. A year is long enough for us to discuss what we’re into. Sexually speaking.” Her warming cheeks made her look lower, to her own fingers.

Johnny hummed, tightening his grip. “Since we’re discussing this. Let’s start with you.”

That made her look up at him, “I asked you first!” She protested. “You should start.” She narrowed her eyes.

He nodded, “Come to bed at least, we’re both very tired.”

-

They both lay on their sides, watching each other. The soft light of the lamp above their head illuminated his face, his eyes covered by the shadow his hair left.

Johnny’s eyes shifted to the mirror on the wall opposite his bed, “I like watching you in the mirror sometimes. Watching us, I mean.” When his eyes came back to her, she could tell he was being careful. It made her heart flutter.

“I’ve noticed.” She smiled.

Johnny laughed, flipping over to look at the ceiling, “You’re making me nervous.” He groaned, running his hand through his hair. “I’m very vocal in bed. So I enjoy that in a partner too.” He nodded to himself.

“Like telling you how good it feels?” He questioned.

Johnny flopped his head to the side to face her again, his hair landing on his eyes, “Exactly.” The look he gave her seared her skin, “Also what you want me to do. I’m into verbal affirmation.”

She hummed, “Got anything I wasn’t already aware of?” She raised a brow.

Johnny grinned sheepishly, “Your turn. I’m trying to ease into it.” He winked, “What does my baby like, hmm?” He reached out to lace his fingers through hers, rubbing his fingers on his palm.

She chewed on her bottom lip, “There’s something about the way you run your fingers through my hair.” She fluttered her eyes away from his, focusing instead on his fingers. “Actually, fingers in general. Very nice, very attractive.” She lifted his hand, inspecting it.

“I’m flattered.” Johnny chuckled, “What else?” His voice came out rougher.

Her heart hammered in her throat, “Sometimes, when you’re cross at me.” She turned to look at him, an embarrassed laugh emitting from her lips. “You sound too good scolding me, Johnny. I didn’t know I could be into that.” She huffed, sounding a little annoyed at the notion.

“Now this. This I knew.” A smile tugged at his lips.

"I like taking control sometimes." Her cheeks felt too hot, "Especially if I can be on top." She kept her eyes on his palm.

"Oh." Johnny's voice dropped a little more. "Wow." He huffed, "Okay."

She looked up at him with an amused look in her eyes, the eager nod he gave her giving her the confidence to continue.

"I also," She paused and took a breath. Her exhale came out as a flustered laugh, making her smile.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” Johnny grinned.

“I’m not!” She interjected, "Just give me a moment." She groaned, closing her eyes and ignoring her now burning cheeks. "I want to sit on your face." She scrunched her face, lifting a hand to hide it.

Johnny laughed loudly, the sound making her let his hand go to shove his chest.

"Don't laugh at me, Johnny!" She whined, "I'm going to go home. This is the worst idea I've ever had." She risked taking the hand off her eyes to find him grinning at her affectionately.

"You're so cute, (Y/N). That's not bad at all. It's so hot, I'd do anything you want me to know, baby." He brushed his knuckles on her pink cheeks. "You can tell me anything." He mumbled.

"I know!" She defended, "I know." She groaned. "This is just–" She paused, sighing. “This is just new to me.”

“Kinks?” Johnny gave her a skeptical look. She kicked his shin, making Johnny laugh.

“Communicating about them. I just thought,” She took a nervous breath. “I want you to be comfortable with your desires, you know?” She came a little closer to him. "I wanted to know what you like.

Johnny looked over her face, “I am very comfortable with how much I desire you. Too comfortable, in fact.” He raised a meaningful brow, biting back his smile.

“No.” She took another breath, thinking her words over once more. “I have a suspicion.” She breached slowly.

“No (Y/N),” The serious look on his face made her pause. “Mark and I are just friends.”

She snorted, making Johnny grin. “That’s very reassuring. But,” She reached out to put a hand on his chest. He hummed when she did, the sound reverberating in his chest against her palm. She kept her eyes focused on the way her hand rose and fell against his chest, “Sometimes I feel that you’re too careful with me. I don’t know whether it’s because of the fact that I haven’t had too many partners or because you’re afraid I’ll freak out or something.” She looked up with wide eyes when his breathing seemed to rise, her hand moving more rapidly. “I could be wrong. It’s just something I was wondering.” She looked away again, losing her nerves.

This time Johnny put his fingers under her chin, lifting it to meet his eyes, “Hey. You can tell me about anything you wonder in passing, hmm?” His eyes glowed in the dim light, she nodded. “I am gentle with you. I guess, some of it is because I am nervous of how you’ll react. But mostly because I love you. I want to treat you so well, like I believe you deserve.”

“What are you nervous about?” Curiosity took over her hesitation as she finally felt her questions being answered, “I can assure you, that you can’t break me in half.” She added with a snort, a smile playing on her lips.

Johnny mirrored it, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I mean,” Johnny paused, “I guess.” He sighed. He rubbed his face with his hand.

It was strange to see Johnny flustered about something. It was rare, and it never failed to catch her off-guard. Between the both of them, Johnny was comfortable being the one always sure about things; he was the one who not only knew what he wanted, but was enviably vocal about it. She did her part and waited patiently for him to find his words.

Johnny laughed, “You always do this to me.” He groaned, turning back to face her with renewed certainty in his eyes, “There is a laundry list of things I am so tempted to do to you. But I would never want to make you uncomfortable. I guess,” He paused again.

When she laughed at the repeated phrase, he joined with a pained one. “You’re laughing at me.” He groaned, the irony not lost on him.

“Only because I think you’re so cute.” She tugged at his t-shirt, leaving a kiss on his nose. He scrunched it, as if to protest, but it only cemented her statement.

He trapped her in his arms, pecking her lips a few times with a smile. “Exactly. I think I like being cute around you. I want to be your cute, domestic boyfriend Johnny. I didn't think I'd like that role as much I do and I was worried–”

“That I would stop thinking you’re cute if you spank me?” She scoffed.

Johnny squeezed his eyes shut, taking a strained inhale.

She reached up to leave a soft kiss on his eye, “We can always try it.” She said softly. His exhale was equally strained. “And other things." She hummed, "Doesn't mean we lose the comfort we have. If anything, I want you to be more comfortable. Which is why I wanted to know. You’re always holding back. I see it in the way you look at me sometimes.” She kissed the other lid, “I just want to know what it is. Be honest with me.” She kissed his forehead, “Trust me, so I can show that I trust you.” Johnny sighed at those words. “I don’t want your restraint.” She murmured against his cheek.

“You really cannot say that when you take it as a personal challenge to pull away all of my restraint. You’ve been doing it since we met.” He opened his eyes, chiding her.

The smile she gave him at that, shy but unapologetic, made him think that today would really be the day he would tell her of the things he only thought of mid-week when he missed her touch a little too much.

“See.” She smiled against his cheek, “That’s my kink.” She reached a hand out to rest on his neck, nails dragging up into his hair. Johnny shivered at the action. "I just love it. Pulling your restraint away from you slowly, watching you try so hard to keep your self-control together. It's so hot watching it fall apart." Both their breathing matched, heavy and eager. "You're so hot."

"Wretched little thing." He mumbled into her neck, making her skin erupt into goosebumps.

She smiled against his chin, "There's also that isn’t there? The difference in our general stature." A short breathless laugh left her when Johnny groaned, the sound shooting down into the depths of her belly. “What is it about it? I was always curious.” She pulled back from. Somehow looking into his dark eyes and finger-dragged hair was worse than being close to him.

“I just lose my mind over it.” He breathed out the confession, “You're so small, so precious." He laughed at his own words. "That sounds ridiculous out loud but," He chewed his bottom lip sore, her eyes settling on the now swollen flesh, "How your hands fit into mine. How you fit into me.” He paused, dragging his teeth over his lower lip again. “When I’m inside you.” He closed his eyes again, his breathing rapid.

She felt herself rub her thighs together. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She wanted to know these things about him, because was started to fall in love with him. She wanted to see every part of him and reassure him about it. Soothing the small doubts she knew her wildly confident Johnny still held. Instead, the room felt charged with the growing tension.

“Yeah?” She encouraged him.

“You take me so well. You swallow me with your pretty little cunt.” He groaned.

It was her turn to close her eyes, her breathing joining his in pace. This wasn’t at all how this was supposed to go, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind.

“There’s also something,” He continued. “That I think you’d like.” He granted her the mercy of closing the space between them again. She opened her eyes, waiting for him to finish. “Sometimes I think of how it would feel to have my fingers wrapped around your pretty neck.” He hummed, raising his hand to brush his thumb against her throat.

“Fuck.” She grumbled, “Johnny how could you possibly think I’d mind any of these things?” She sounded the cocktail of exasperation and arousal she felt. “Do all of those to me. God you’re absolutely insane for thinking I’d be adverse to any of these.” She whined, squirming as her body searched for friction. “I thought you’d say you want to hang me from the ceiling or something.”

Johnny's laugh sounded more like a pant. "No, nothing that intense." He brushed his thumb over her clavicles. "I think the furthest I'll go is a foot fetish." He sighed.

Her eyes blinked open, "You have a foot fetish?" She asked, surprised. Johnny gave her a nod. "Now see that one I'm going to judge you for." She put a finger on his chest, finding her volume again.

Johnny bit back a smile, "Why does that get such an extreme reaction?" A short laugh bubbled up his throat.

"Are you going to make me send you pictures of my feet?" She furrowed her brows, but her eyes betrayed the humour.

"Not if you don't want to, no."

"But you'll look at them? Like in a sexual way?" She questioned.

Johnny smirked, "How do you know I don't already? You have nice feet. Especially when you paint your nails or wear heels." He took the finger she put on her chest and bought it to his lips.

"That's a little weird I'm not going to lie to you baby." She scrunched her nose.

Johnny scoffed, "So you can like my hands but I can't like your feet?" He raised his brows at her.

She chewed on her lips, caught in the trap of his words. "That's a fair point. I guess you can keep that, then." She gasped when he took her index finger between his teeth, biting down just hard enough for the blood pool into her stomach.

"Don't knock it till you try it, (Y/N)." He warned, his tongue grazing against the flesh now imprinted with the mark of his teeth.

"What exactly am I trying?" She raised a brow.

"One of these days, I just might show you. For now, we both need to sleep." He dropped her hand.

She looked at him, dumbfounded. "We aren't having sex?"

Delight gleamed in his eyes at the indignation in her voice. "Tomorrow." The single word was a bond.

She groaned, too tired herself to put up a fight. "Absolute tease." She rolled her eyes, "That should have made it onto your list. Probably worse than the feet thing, as well." She huffed.

Johnny laughed again, pulling her closer to him till his chin rested on her crown. "I love you so very much." He sighed, the words making her chest bubble like a freshly popped can of soda.

She nuzzled into him, the action significant enough to make him smile. "I hope me thinking your feet are sexy isn't the deal breaker because I don't want to lose you." He mixed the heartfelt words with a lighthearted jab, something very quintessentially 'Johnny' to do.

"You wish you could get rid of me that easy, big boy." She shoved him lightly, "You're my daddy now." She tried to joke but Johnny groaned.

"Stop saying that." He warned, "I was hoping we'd go for brunch tomorrow. So we need to sleep."

"Such a father thing to say Mr. John Suh." She teased further.

Johnny chuckled into her hair. "Okay, enough. I didn't tell you all of those things just to be teased." He whined.

She shuffled to look up at him, "That's exactly what you signed up for with me." She pecked his lips once, "Good night." She smiled against them.

-

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[youaremorepretty]

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[haifengg]

01:23 am - Johnny

“You know what’s the worst about all of this?” He asked and his voice grew louder while he walked a few steps away from you.

“What, Johnny? What is it?” You ask not actually quieter. Your fight had been going on for a while and after that hideous car ride home you were fed up. Hands propped into your hips you looked a him very eager to get just another insight in why it sucked so bad.

Johnny turned around, looked at you and the expression in his eyes surprised you because it was not just pure anger but also a lot of disappointment. “It’s that you didn’t even ask me!”

He felt betrayed by you.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. You couldn’t help it.

What was there to ask?

“Do you honestly want me to ask you if it’s okay for you if I take this internship? You want me to get your permission?”

“No!”

“Then what is there to ask?” By now you were basically yelling at each other. You stood in the kitchen, oven and sink to your left and the open living are to the right. Only a few lamps in the room were on. The ones that were always lit to pretend someone was home and so none of you would come back home to a dark apartment. It usually gave the open space a cozy and warm feeling but tonight it drew shadows on your faces.

“You didn’t ask me if it’s okay for me! Or if I want to come with you. Or if I would miss you when you’re gone.” The way his full voice cracked here and there gave you goosebumps. You had seriously never seen him that upset.

But it didn’t change anything. This internship was a huge opportunity for you. It was not only in the exact field you wanted to work in all along, it was also a great way of networking. The company was taking care of relationships with a lot prestigious customers which whom working would only benefit you in the future.

“Of course I was assuming you would miss me and please don’t act like you can just cancel your contract with SM and come with me. And we- No please listen to me.” You Cut him off before he could start. “We know that’s not a thing. Besides: I didn’t even know if I would get the spot. And if I wouldn’t I would have told you that I applied but didn’t make it and I would have cried about it, you would have probably - yes, I said probably because sometimes you don’t really get how important small things like internships are to people who don’t have an insane contract - comforted me and then we would have gone back to how things were. Don’t you see what a huge opportunity this is for me? This could get my career off the ground!”

Your monologue had forced Johnny to shut up. Maybe it was the drive by about his work and employment which he knew wasn’t easy. But your way of talking over his few attempts made him listen to you.

Taking a deep breath you made direct contact with his deep brown eyes that were partly covered by his bangs. “I honestly didn’t think I could even apply for the program. Not speaking of actually securing that one spot it offered.” You said now a lot quieter than before.

“But you made it.” Johnny said matching his voice to yours. Softer. His American accent much more present when he spoke gently to you. Or hurt.

Much more worried of what the answer to his final question would be. Worried it might be the answer he anticipated.

“Yes, I made it.” You repeated after him.

“So you will Go?”

Taglist

@himitsu-luna @pocky-otp @kpopsnowball @dundun-baby @soleilsuhh @jeonghanmoon

Masterlist

[markleesthighs]

johnny: a beer for me, and uh... he shall have chocolate milk

mark: johnny, i’m 21 years old

johnny:

mark: i can buy my own chocolate milk

[gyeomiezee]

Cherry Coke and a Shot of Whiskey| Kim Doyoung

Genre: Angst;Drama

Warnings: Alcohol Usage, Cursing, Sexual Tension, and Fighting

 Word Count: 3.2k

He sighed as he stared at the growing crowd in the living room, red solo cup in hand. Bring it to his lips, the bitter sweet taste of cherry cola and whiskey reminded him of the way you tasted the last time he had kissed you. The liquid burned just slightly as he swallowed. He wasn't a huge drinker, he hated the way it made him feel but if he could get that hint of you on his lips he didn't care what it did to him tonight. 

His gaze moved from the so-called dance floor to the kitchen, watching as his buddies made drinks for random people. He caught Johnny’s legs in the air as he tried his hand at the keg stand. The booming music, everyone talking over each other and the constant stream of girls trying to talk to him wasn’t enough to lighten his mood and make him forget. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to forget as he took another sip from the red solo cup. 

“Doyoung!! Kim Doyoung!!!” The mantra of his name caught his attention as he made his way into the kitchen. Mark sat proudly on the counter as he repeated Doyoung’s name. 

“What?” he mumbled out as he leaned on the counter next to the obviously drunk member.

“Try this...Gimme this what is this?” Mark slurred as he traded cups with Doyoung and took a sip “uck...is this cherry coke?”

Rolling his eyes, Doyoung brought the second cup to his lips taking a rather large sip before his face scrunched and he tried to hand the cup back to Mark. The bitter tang still on his tongue as he set the cup down. The echo of Mark’s wild laugh was slightly irritating as he reached for his cup. 

“What the hell was that?” he questioned as he took a swig of his whiskey and coke. 

“Hell if I know, Jungwoo mixed it.” Mark laughed. 

“Yeah well Jungwoo doesn’t know how to mix drinks….that tasted like piss” he spat as he eyed Mark. 

Before the conversation could continue, Doyoung felt the small hit against his arm. He glanced fully at Mark, catching the small nod towards the door. Following Mark’s gaze, Doyoung watched as you walked in and your arm linked to someone he never imagined you would be with. There was a slight pang in his chest as he saw Lucas’ lips brush against yours before unlinking his arm from yours. 

Your eyes locked with Doyoung’s from across the room. You gulped as you realized he just watched Lucas kiss you, the grimace on his face said it all. As you looked away, Doyoung brought the red cup to his lips and downed what was left of his cherry coke and whiskey. The taste of you long forgotten as he reached for the nearest cup. 

“You made it! Where’s lucas?!” Johnny’s voice boomed slightly as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, squeezing you slightly. 

“He went to the bathroom” you mumbled as Johnny led the way to the kitchen.

“Well can I get you a drink while we wait for your lover boy?” He teased, oblivious to the slight tension that was now present in the room. 

“Johnny..” you trail off as he leaves your side to mix you god knows what.

Scoffing, Doyoung grabs a half empty bottle of whiskey and pours another cup before reaching for the unopened cherry cola on the counter. You watched as the whiskey sloshed against the carbonated drink, trying to remember when Doyoung turned into a drinker. You watched as he poured more whiskey than coke. 

“It’s not going to taste balanced...there's more whiskey than coke” you say as you reach for his cup. 

“Don’t.” He grumbled out as he pulled his cup away. “I did that on purpose” 

“Doyoung…” you sighed out as he brought the cup to his lips, watching as he took a large drink. His face said it all as he grimaced at the bitter taste, growling at the slight burning sensation now in his throat. He eyed you slightly as he wiped the rest of the liquid from his lips, his eyes burning against your skin as you look away. 

“Miss me?” his husky voice muffled against your hair as his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you from behind. 

“Mmm I did” you coo out, forgetting the watchful eyes of Doyoung. Your fingertips brushing against Lucas’ knuckles and grazing over his wrists. 

“Lover boy!” Johnny called out as he brought over two red cups each of them splashing around the liquid inside. 

“Johnny!” Lucas called out with his wide smile “How are you man?”

“Great great great!” Johnny’s words were slightly rushed as he held out the cups “Drink! I made these for you guys”

Hesitantly you took a cup along with Lucas, as you brought it to your lips the scent of peaches and cherry filled your senses along with the slight scent of alcohol. You raised your brow at Johnny as he beamed. You rolled your eyes before taking a long drink, the sweet liquor running down the side of your mouth.

As you drink Doyoung scoffed and glanced at Lucas, who’s gaze watched the slight trickle of alcohol run down from the corner of your lips. His gaze flickered to Doyoung before it was back on you as you set your cup on the counter. Before you could wipe away the liquid, his lips were on your neck trailing up to the corner of your mouth. For a split second your eyes close, waiting for his plush lips against yours yet you step away after that second and your gaze falls against Doyoung’s now harsh stare. 

Before you could open your mouth, his cup reaches his lips and he chugs the remainder of his drink tossing the empty cup on the ground before crushing it as he walks away. His fingers wrapping around the wrist of the nearest female, tugging her behind him as he heads to the living room. Everyone watches as he storms away before their gaze returns to you and Lucas. 

“What’s his deal?” Yuta asks as he stumbles in from the crowded living room and lays eyes on you “...Oh..you”

“Let’s go...I’m not going to stand here and be judged by the biggest whore of our group” you mumbled out as you escape Lucas’ embrace and drag him towards the living room. 

As if instantly, you spotted Doyoung in the crowd. Her body pressed up against his as his hands wandered over her waist. You felt a slight pang in your chest as you watched his hips grind against hers rhythmically. Lucas sighed as he turned you to face him, his eyes locking with yours knowing exactly what you just saw. 

“Forget him, we came here to have a good time and see our friends.” Lucas mumbled as he pressed your body against his “You’re everything she isn’t. You’re perfect”

“Yeah except our friends are pinned against us, Johnny is the only one who doesn’t care. My best friend thinks I’m a whore because I went from Doyoung to you…” you sighed as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Well then we’re both whores” he chuckles out “Now let’s not focus on any of that...let’s just do what we do best”

“And what is that?” you muse as you press against him slightly.

“We use our bodies to forget” he growled out as he spun you before pressing himself against your back. 

Laughing, you pressed back against his chest. His arm snaking around your waist as you both swayed to the beat. It didn’t take long for your body to crave his, the way your ass grazed against him caused his grip on your waist to tighten. If Lucas was right about anything it was the ability to make each other forget. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the booze or the jealousy that got him to this point but he was sure he didn’t want to stop. His hand gripped her ass as her body rolled against his. Her lips brushing against his neck, causing his head to loll to the side. Gazing through half lidded eyes, Doyoung caught sight of your body pressing against his former friend. His heart dropping to his stomach as he watched your hips grind against Lucas’ in a needy way. 

As if on cue, your gaze caught his as Lucas’ lips hungry pressed against your neck. You felt a pit form in your stomach as your gaze flickered to the girl in his arms, his hand resting on her ass. His hand moved from her ass to her hips, her body responding eagerly to his movement. 

“Jesus, I need more alcohol” you whispered out as you pulled away from Lucas, making your way back to the kitchen.

“Hey hey hey!” Lucas called out as he followed, your hand reaching out for the nearest bottle. 

“Whoa someone’s angry” Yuta teased out as you brought the bottle to your lips.

“Bite me Nakamoto” you growl out before pressing the rim to your lips, allowing the liquid to spill into your mouth. The burning sensation was overwhelming as you gulped it down. 

“Hey slow down!” his words were harsh as he ripped the bottle from your lips. Your glare settling on the leader of your friends group, the man who brought everyone together. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Control your girlfriend Wong!” Doyoung’s voice rang out as he waltzed into the kitchen, his arm around her waist. 

“Shut your mouth Doyoung!” You snap back as you lurch towards him, Taeyong’s body clashing with yours as he keeps you away from Doyoung. 

“You really aren’t helping your situation, man” Lucas mumbled as he leaned against the counter top. 

“All of you shut up!” Taeyong snapped as he glared in their directions before his gaze settled back on you. “Now will you tell me what the hell happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing happened” you spit out as you grab the bottle from his grip “I’m just thirsty” 

Sighing, Taeyong watched as you poured the crystal clear liquid into an empty cup. The bottle clinking against the counter as you set it down. Your eyes focusing on Doyoung as he stood a few feet away, the counter separating you two. 

“Here’s to Doyoung’s one night stand!” you call out.

“I’ll toast to that!” Johnny laughed out as he held up his cup.

“Hell me too” Lucas mumbled as he grabbed a cup, the contents unknown to him. 

“Fuck, I’m in! To Doyoung!!” Mark called out as he stumbled into the kitchen. 

“May she be able to fuck as good as I can if not better. Trust me it takes a lot to satisfy him darlin” you laugh out as you bring the cup to your lips. 

As you take a rather large sip, the burning sensation returns. Before you could take another drink, the cup is ripped away and tossed to the ground. His glare harsher than before as he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. Your lips curl in disgust as you stare back at him. 

“I have had enough of your pity party. I tolerated you and Lucas when it started and now you want to act like this?!” Taeyong growled out as he held your wrist. 

“You knew from the start?” Doyoung questioned as he stared at his most trusted friend “You knew...and you didn’t bother to warn me?”

“Everyone knew except you, Jungwoo, Mark, and Haechan” your words laced with venom as you spit them out.

“Who asked you!?” Doyoung yelled out as he looked at you, his eyes watering slightly as they met yours. 

“Fuck this” Taeyong sighed out as his grip on your wrist tightened slightly. 

Not caring to hear your protests, Taeyong dragged you behind him as he moved to grab Doyoung in the same fashion. Suddenly both Doyoung and yourself are being dragged behind Taeyong as he pulls you both up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. Shoving you two forward before backing away. 

“You’re not leaving this room until you two settle whatever is going on. I’ll come check on you two later” Taaeyong said before he walked out, slamming the door behind him and the lock clicking right after. 

“Everyone knew huh?” Doyoung sighed out after a few moments of silence passed. 

“Yup” your tone was cold as you crossed your arms and leaned against the door “Taeyong found out first and then Yuta...Johnny...Ten...Taeil…”

“I get it everyone knew.” he snapped as he glared at you. 

“I don’t know why you’re so hung up on it, you obviously didn’t have trouble tonight. That girl downstairs” you hummed out. 

“Yeah well at least I didn’t go fuck one of your friends like you did with my friends! With Lucas!” he growled out, he watched as your demeanor changed from relaxed to defensive in a moment's time. 

“Leave Lucas out of this” your tone aggressive and defensive and your straightened out, arms uncrossed and at your sides. 

“Why should I?” Doyoung questioned “If you really did love me...how could you just get with him and think I would be okay with it? Was loving me just a lie? A way to get closer to Lucas?!”

“No! No, okay!? It just happened!” you shout back at him. 

“It just happened...okay. Let’s go with that” his tone was broken and tired as he stared at you, your demeanor still defensive against him.

His words faded into the silence as you stared at him. His figure worn out and tired as he leaned against the wall furthest from you. His head falling back against the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. His vision slightly blurred, unsure if he was still teary eyed or if the alcohol was kicking in. Your body relaxed back against the door as you looked away from him, the silence filling the room. 

“Has he ever made you cry?” his voice startling you slightly after the long silence. 

“What?” you breathe out as you glance at him. 

“I remember when you would cry after each time we fought...and I’d do everything to make it up to you.” he breathed out as he stared up at the white ceiling “I remember how you looked during our last fight...the way your mascara ran when you told me you wanted to break up.”

You gulped as he finally made eye contact with you. His eyes filled with sadness as you remembered exactly what he was talking about. The same sadness in his eyes as that day. 

“Doyoung..” you mumbled out his name as he looked away from you. 

“Everytime Yuta brought you up...it hurt to hear him say your name. To hear that you were happy or that you were smiling...or that he thought you might have gotten over our break up” his voice was low as he spoke “To hear you were fine...when I wasn’t fine.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry? Sorry for what? Leaving me...giving up on us...fucking my friend?” he snapped as he looked at you once more “What exactly are you sorry for?!”

“For hurting you..”

“Hurting me...yeah it hurts that you moved on and that you’re happy but what hurt the most is the fact that you did it with my friend!” he cried out as he stepped away from the wall “You get to move on while I’m stuck with these memories that I can’t escape!”

“I’m sorry!”

“It sucks because every time I unlock my phone your face is there! My camera roll is still filled with traces of you because I can’t let go! I can’t sit there and just delete those memories because it hurts!!! I wish I had amnesia so I could forget all these stupid memories!” his tone turning hoarse as he throws his phone against the mattress. “Why!? Why can’t I let go?! Why did you leave?! Why did you just toss me to the side?!”

“Because I wasn’t good enough!!” you scream out as your vision blurs “I wasn’t good enough to be with you!!”

Your words hang in the air as he stares at your shaking figure, the tears cascading down your face. His heart sinking in his chest as your words ring in his ear. Trying to recall if he ever made you feel this way yet nothing came to mind, trying to remember if you ever brought it up with him yet once again nothing. 

“Why...why would you think that?” his voice scratchy as he spoke “I never once wanted you to feel like that.”

“Because...all those girls..they’re perfect and I’m..I’m me” you choke out “I’m not supposed to be with you..you’re so bright and smart and perfect...and look at me, Doyoung….I’m damaged!” 

“You are not damaged!” he defended as he stepped towards you “You’re perfect...you always have been.”

“No...You don’t get it. I’m not perfect...those girls that you guys hang out with, that perfect...the hair, the make up, the body hell even their personalities are perfect.” you groan out as you shake your head “I can’t compete with that...I never could”

“...compete..? It was never a competition. You had me! I didn’t need anyone else but you!!” he exclaimed as he raked his hands through his hair “You were it for me!!”

“You deserve so much better!!” you screamed out as you threw your hands in the air “Better than me!”

“You don’t get to make that choice! I want you! I want no one but you!!” 

Your gaze snapped up as his words spilled out into the room. Echoing against the walls as you stare teary eyed at him. You were unsure if you even heard him right, yet your heart leaped at his words. 

“I want you. I don’t want to give you up, I don’t want to see you with Lucas….I can't see you with him anymore. Please...please let me be with you.” 

“Doyoung…”

The distance between your two bodies shrunk as he spoke. His body mere inches away, his hands ghosting against your waist as he stared at you. Your body trembling at the mere closeness your bodies had. 

“I need you..” he whispered as he cupped your cheeks, his thumb brushing away the stray tears. “And you need me too”

His lips pressed against yours as your eyes shut tight, his kiss tasting of cherry and whiskey mixing with your cherry and vodka. The bittersweet taste of alcohol and tears long forgotten as his teeth entrapped your bottom lip. His hands gripping at your hips as you gently tugged at his hair. 

“I missed you” he breathes out as he brushes his nose against yours “I missed you so much”

[smutbymia]

You can pick any type (fluff, smut, etc) The reader does something to congratulate Jungwoo on returning back from his break :)

You stood backstage watching Jungwoo shift around anxiously as he waited to get on stage. Your heart was beating fast so his must have been beating at an unimaginable speed. He had been a nervous wreck for the last couple of weeks as he got closer and closer to the day he would rejoin NCT for promotions and concerts.

You tried your best to reassure him that things would be fine but it had been difficult for him to believe you. It wasn’t that he was necessarily worried about the fans reactions. He knew that they would welcome him back well. What scared him the most was being back on stage after so long. It was like riding a bike for the first time, or jumping into a pool after spending years away from the water.

Though he knew he was fully capable, it was as if he was debuting all over again. Even in rehearsals it felt as though he was relearning everything again from scratch — re-introducing his body to the feeling of moving the way it used to.

He hadn’t been his cheerful self for a while now, but you had faith. He needed this, you thought to yourself. He needed this more than he realized.

The music began and you watched as the platform that the members stood on was raised from underneath the stage as the sounds of screaming fans filled the air. Jungwoo looked back at you before their heads peaked up towards the audience and you flashed him a big smile, shooting your thumbs up to give him extra reassurance. “I love you,” you mouthed, as a small smile played at his lips. Then he was gone, up to the stage and out of view.

You watched the rest of the concert from backstage. And as expected, Jungwoo performed exceptionally. He absolutely killed it. He sang as though he had been yearning to do so for his whole life, and danced as if the entire world was watching. You couldn’t help but tear up as the members delivered their final ments, and the audience cheered for a full minute straight when it was Jungwoo’s turn to speak.

He thanked them for welcoming him back so warmly, sounding shy yet reassured now that he had officially made his return. His members pinched at his cheeks and suffocated him in a group hug as they expressed their excitement for his return. They felt complete again. And soon they were headed off stage as the concert hall began to clear out.

You waited off stage as the members came back down on their platform, exhausted yet relieved that they had made it through yet another show. Jungwoo’s eyes scanned the room in search for you, and you gave him a small wave once they had landed on you. His face immediately brightened up, as he broke into the biggest smile you had seen in a while while he excused himself, making his way over to you.

“You were so amazing, baby!” you cooed as you cupped his face in your hands. He giggled as he roped his hands around you to hug you. You raised yourself up onto your tippy toes to whisper in his ear. “Come with me...” you pleaded as you planted a soft kiss on his earlobe. He looked visibly flushed as he pulled away from the hug and titled your chin up to meet his gaze.

“They’ll notice I’m gone,” he said in a hushed voice. Johnny was walking by you that very second and you pulled on his arm, dragging him into your conversation. “Johnny, can you pretty please cover for Jungwoo and I?” you asked him.

Johnny looked between the two of you and then looked around the room at the staff and other members before sighing. “Fine, you guys have about 15 minutes. I’ll come up with something,” he said in a whisper.

You wasted no time, dragging Jungwoo by his hand down the hall, turning a corner and ducking into an empty dressing room that wasn’t in use for the night. You locked the door behind you immediately before pushing Jungwoo up against it.

“Whoa —“ he said, before you interrupted his words by smashing your lips against his. You ran your hands up against his body. Once you reached his shoulders you shoved off the blazer he had worn for his performance, letting it fall to the ground.

He groaned in your mouth as you reached your hand up to tilt his head sideways, dropping kisses and licks all over his neck. He let out a soft moan. “Baby, I’m sweaty!” he complained.

“Don’t care,” you murmured against his skin as you dragged your teeth along his jawline before planting a kiss on his lips and pulling back with a smile on your face. “What’s gotten into you, crazy girl?” Jungwoo questioned with an alarmed yet amused look on his face.

You paused for a second, the sexual tension now turning soft. You brushed a strand of hair from his face as you leaned into him. “I’m just so proud of you, Jungwoo,” you said. “You’ve suffered with worry for so long and worked hard to come back to work. You were a star tonight. I always believed in you but seeing it happen for real this time was just amazing,” you praised.

He smiled down at you as he planted a peck on your lips. “I wouldn’t have made it through the last few months if it wasn’t for you,” he began, “You know that right?”

He kissed you again, this time dropping them along the side of your neck. “You’re my biggest supporter... my true motivation,” he said as he dropped his hands down to grip at your behind. You whimpered under his touch as he played with the straps of your dress, shifting them off your shoulders to let it fall lower and expose your breasts.

He licked at your bottom lip as his tongue entered your mouth for a passionate kiss before he palmed at your chest. You moaned against his lips as you trailed your hands back down his body, passing the waistband of his pants after fumbling with the zipper and button. “I’m supposed to be the one rewarding you, tonight,” you teased.

Your hand grazed the erection that had grown in his pants. You wrapped your fingers around his shaft as you jerked him slowly, feeling him grow harder under your touch. Jungwoo let out a breathy moan as he struggled to regain his composure. “Not if I reward you first,” he challenged, before capturing your mouth in his once more.

Jungwoo grunted against your lips as the intensity of your kiss increased. His hands tugged at your sensitive nipples, sending electric shocks through your body and making wetness pool in your undies. Soon he was mirroring your actions. He hiked up your mini dress before slipping his hands into the front of your panties.

It seemed as though the competition had finally begun. You both moaned against each others mouths as you tightened your grip around his cock, reaching lower to jerk him off, letting the head of his member slip between your fingers as they dripped with pre cum.

“Not fair, you had a head start,” giggled Jungwoo as he bit down on his lips and slipped his fingers between your folds before circling your clit with his digits at a fast pace. You leaned into him as your body shuttered under his touch, trying your best to maintain the rhythm you had developed as you jerked quickly at his length.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck as his cheek rested against the top of your hair as you both panted, competing to get the other off first. Jungwoo slipped two fingers into you as he pumped his fingers vigourously at your hole, sending you spiraling out of control. “Fuck... that feels too good,” you complained, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm.

Jungwoo was jerking his hips into your fist as he whimpered softly, eyes shut with his cheek still firmly pressed to your head as he struggled to control his breathing.

His back still rested firmly against the dressing room door as you sucked at the flesh of his skin. “Come for me, baby,” you cooed in his ear. You could hear him let out a muffled moan as he pumped his fingers deeper into you, and you frantically jerked him off.

You kissed him deeply, as the two of you rushed towards your peaks. “Look at me,” Jungwoo pleaded. “I want to see your beautiful face,” he urged as he curled his fingers up against your g-spot.

Your eyes were locked with his, both of your mouths parted as you let out shallow breaths, lips still barely brushing against eachother due to your proximity. You felt his cum spill onto your hands as he groaned, just as you felt your own orgasm hit you. Your juices flowed out onto his fingers as you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes, taking in the sight of the other coming undone.

You fell forward onto him, as he pressed his weight into the door, still with his fingers deep inside of you and your hands burried inside of his pants. “Crap, we should get back,” he said between deep breaths.

You nodded against his chest as you freed your hands from his pants, and he pulled his fingers out of you, both slipping your own fingers in your mouths as you cleaned each other off of them, giggling.

You were dressed in a flash, and headed back down the hall towards the rest of the group. Jungwoo kissed at your cheeks as you made your way down the hall hand in hand.

“This isn’t over,” he teased as he patted your butt softly through your dress. You were sure you would continue where you left off once you were back home and in bed together. But for now you had one other thing to do.

You opened the door to the original dressing room where everyone had gotten ready and motioned for Jungwoo to go inside first.

He froze in shock as his members and the rest of their staff screamed “SURPRISE!”

An array of main and side dishes were spread across a table that wasn’t there before the concert, along with a cake. You watched as the room descended into chaos as the boys all reached across the table, picking at the food with their chopsticks. They must have been starving after putting on such a show.

Jungwoos manager turned to you, “Johnny told me you offered to keep Jungwoo distracted since the delivery was running late! Thank you!”

You nodded, meeting Johnnys gaze from across the room as he flashed you a quick wink. The pleasure was entirely yours. And Jungwoos of course.

[ctzenofnct]

Oh.. Jeffrey 🙃

[chipsandwaffles]

bad for you

Synopsis: You meet Johnny, a guy who just won’t leave you alone with your bad habits. Member: Johnny/Reader Word Count: 2,712 Notes: i’ve gone back and forth on this fic and she isn’t even that long like the fuck. not even sure i love it anymore but i gotta post it so enjoy. Warnings: smoking is heavily mentioned

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“You know, smoking is bad for you.”  

You place the cigarette between your index finger and middle finger, inhale, and bring it away from your face before turning around to look at the person who was intruding your quiet time.  

Then, you exhale.  

“As if I’m not aware of that,” you say, putting it to your lips again. “Are you my mother or something?”

“...no, I guess not.” The intruder enters the room you’re in and walks over to you, standing next to you on the balcony. “Why are you up here by yourself? Don’t you want to be at the party?”  

You laugh and quickly snuff your cigarette against the ashtray that was sitting on the balcony railing, knowing it wasn’t very kind to smoke in front of other people who clearly didn’t. You look over at the guy right after. “Not really one for parties. What about you? Why are you up here?”  

You watch the guy lean against the railing, placing his elbow on it and pressing his cheek to his fist as he stands before you.

Then, he smiles.  

“Came looking for you actually.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I thought you were cute, so I wanted to talk to you,” he says. You look away from him, the honesty of his words making it hard for you not to blush. “Clearly I was right. You’re really cute right now.”  

You turn away from the guy completely and shake your head. “You’re dumb. Do you usually go around calling random girls you don’t know cute?”

He laughs, and you hear him move behind you until he’s standing right in front of you again. “Nope. Only you.”

“...weirdo.”

“It’s Johnny, actually. And you?” Johnny asks. You frown up at him and turn away once more, this time towards the door. You begin walking, but, immediately, Johnny stops you. “No name then?”

You pull your hand away and look back at him. “It’s Y/N. Goodbye.”  

And you leave Johnny by himself on the balcony.  

-

“Fancy meeting you here.” You look away from the cigarette and lighter in your hands and at the familiar voice, eyes wide when you see Johnny standing there in front of you. You hadn’t seen him for weeks, and suddenly, here he was again.  

“…it's the laundry mat,” you quickly say. You look away and flick at your lighter a few times before the flame comes out. It touches the tip of your cigarette, turning red as you light it up. You set your lighter down before placing your fingers around the cigarette, inhaling, pulling it away, then exhaling.  

“Still smoking, huh?” Johnny asks, still standing there. Wasn’t he going to go in and do his laundry?

“It’s a bad habit, so, you know.” You pocket your lighter and stand up, walking over to the bench farther away from Johnny. Even if he was being dumb and not going inside, you still weren’t going to be the jerk that was going to blow smoke practically in his face.  

“Ah, thanks,” he says. You watch as he walks inside, and you’re left by yourself for a few minutes. It’s not enough time to finish your cigarette, and eventually, Johnny comes out when you’re in the middle of knocking off the ash from the butt. He sits next to you as he speaks.

“You know, there’s other things you can do to pass the time besides smoking.” You roll your eyes and debate for a second whether you wanted to continue your cigarette, or snuff it out to appease Johnny. Some part of you wants to keep smoking, just because he didn’t want you to.

“I’m just saying though.”  

“Do you usually go around telling people that their bad habits are bad or?” You say, sighing as you bend down to place the end of your cigarette against the concrete, rubbing it out until it was extinguished.  

“Well, if they’re my friends or something but- really! We could do other things while we wait for our laundry,” Johnny says. You raise an eyebrow at him and sigh.  

“Like what?”

“Well...” Johnny leans close all of a sudden, and you blink at him, confused, until he gets too close that you gasp and push him away. He looks at you, just as confused for a moment before grinning.  

“Like play cards,” he says, pulling out a deck from his coat pocket. Then, he laughs. “What, did you think I was implying something else?”  

“I- no, of course not- shut up! Let’s play cards then,” you say, taking the deck from his hands and picking off the rubber band he kept around it. He laughs again, a low one, and takes the rubber band from you.

“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”  

“You’re cute when shut up,” you say, not sure of what else to say.

Johnny just laughs again as you shuffle the cards.

-

“Hey.” You blink up from your lighter, nearly dropping it when you see Johnny standing outside of your car, grinning at you like he’s supposed to be there. Except, he definitely wasn’t because you were parked outside your work, taking a quick smoke break before you ate your lunch, and him appearing out of nowhere was just weird.  

“What- why are you here?” You ask, quickly snuffing out your cigarette before you accidentally blew some smoke right into Johnny’s face.

“They say when you like someone you start seeing them everywhere,” Johnny says, still grinning. You frown.

“Yeah, sure, but this also feels like you're stalking me!” You say. “I mean, what are the chances you’re here while I’m in my car?”  

“Actually, you parked your car outside where I work. It's really just coincidental.” Johnny points to the building across the street from where you were, and you frown even more.  

“Are you kidding me?”  

“Nope. Why?”  

“We… work right across from each other. That's weird. You're weird,” you say, looking away from Johnny. You don't know what to do now that your cigarette was gone, and you weren't going to light up another one with Johnny around. You sigh.  

“It’s a small world, you know. I find it funny though,” Johnny says. You shake your head. Seven billion people in the world and yet here you and he were.

Maybe it was kind of funny.  

“Are you on your lunch break?” You ask.

“Yeah, I was just about to go get something- why?”  

“You make me waste all my cigarettes when we meet so buy me lunch. I'll drive.”  You hear Johnny laugh loudly and you look up, seeing that same familiar grin on his face.  

It makes your heart skip a beat.  

“Yeah, sure. Let's get lunch then.”  

-

“Hey, instead of lunch today, let me make you dinner.” You frown up at Johnny as he leans against your door, that big goofy grin on his face again. You’ve been noticing it a lot more lately; whether that was a good or bad thing, you didn’t know yet.  

You weren’t even sure if wanting to hang out with him and actually doing it was a good or bad thing yet either. If it meant something more to you, you weren’t entirely sure. Your brain was all over the place when it came to Johnny.

“How do I know you can even cook?” You ask, skeptical at his suggestion. He rolls his eyes and leans in closer.  

“Just trust me. I’ll cook you up something delicious and then afterwards I have a treat. You’ll like it, I promise.”

“If I don’t, then what will you give me?” You ask. Johnny purses his lips and leans back a little, crossing his arms. “What? If I have to suffer through bad cooking, I feel like I should be given something in apology.”

“You’re really a glass half empty kind of person, huh?” He asks. You frown and mimic his body language.  

“It’s a bad habit.”

“And bad habits are meant to be broken. So look forward to dinner, okay? Just for me,” Johnny says. He smiles at you with that stupid, beautiful smile and you roll your eyes.  

“Fine. I’ll look forward to it.”

“Good. Meet you after work.”

Johnny does in fact meet you after work, and even though he told you to look forward to dinner together, you really weren’t. Johnny didn’t seem like the type who really knew how to cook, and you wanted to eat something good, not something some boy who liked you thought you’d eat out of pity and adoration.  

You pause before you step through Johnny’s apartment, shaking your head.

Okay, maybe Johnny was right. Maybe you were really negative. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. Mediocre was better than absolute trash after all.  

“You coming in?” Johnny asks. You nod and step through his door, allowing him to shut it behind you. The two of you slip off your shoes and into slippers before heading towards the living room together. Johnny’s place was small, but humble. It was cute for a guy like him.  

“You can wait here, okay? Bathroom is down the hall if you need it. I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

“What? I can’t join you as you cook?” You ask. Johnny shakes his head and steps away from you.

“I’ll definitely mess up if you watch me, so just wait here,” he replies.  

So you do.  

You play on your phone for a while, and look through the books Johnny has, and even use the bathroom, but eventually end up bored and antsy. You start playing with the box of cigarettes in your jacket pocket, itching for one in nervousness. You could probably go outside and have one, but then you know Johnny would just interrupt you and you didn’t want to waste any. He always managed to pop up right as you started one. Whether it was coincidental or not, you didn’t know.  

“Hey, I’m almost done, so if you want to help me real quick,” Johnny calls from the kitchen. You quickly get up and head to him, thankful for the distraction.  

“What do you need me to do?”

Johnny mostly has you set the table, bringing out plates for the two of you, along with side dishes for your dinner. You bring out drinks as a finishing touch, and Johnny sends you back to sit down. The food doesn’t smell bad at all, and sitting there, waiting for Johnny, your stomach starts growling.

Luckily, he comes out only a few moments later with the main dish, setting it in the middle of the table. He sits across from you, and smiles.  

“Doesn’t look bad, right?”

“...I guess it looks okay,” you say, not wanting to admit it looked tasty. He laughs and begins digging in, you following after.

By the end of the meal, you have to admit it’s as delicious as Johnny said it was. Johnny smiles at you from across the table and begins picking up the empty bowls. “What did I tell you?”

“Shut up. It’s probably like, the only thing you can make.”  

“...wow, how’d you know?” He asks. You roll your eyes and pick up the bowls he leaves behind, walking to the kitchen after him. He places the dishes into the sink, so you do the same before turning to him.  

“So, what’s this treat you mentioned?” You ask.  

“Oh, right!” He puts his hand out and you look down at it, frown and look back to him. “You’re supposed to take it. Come on, it’s not dangerous.”  

You hesitantly take his hand and ignore the butterflies it disrupts in your stomach. “You never know. Could burn my hand off.”

“As if I’d be holding your hand if they did that.”

Johnny leads you to his door, and the two of you put your shoes back on as you head into the hallway. He leads you to the stairs and takes you up them, skipping floor after floor until you reach a final door. He opens it up and gestures you through onto the roof of the apartment building. There’s a small garden up there, and within the garden is a few blankets and pillows laid out that you can only assume is Johnny’s treat for you.  

“...what is this?” You ask.  

“Don’t you know? There’s a meteor shower tonight. I didn’t feel like making you drive us somewhere, so this is the next best place to see it.” Johnny walks over to the blankets and immediately sits down, leaning back to look up at the sky.  

You stare at him for a long moment, the feelings in your chest inflating as you do. This was so awfully sweet of him. Making you dinner and then inviting you to watch a meteor shower with him was something you’d never expect from anyone who liked you.

The whole thing really made you happy.  

“You coming?” Johnny asks, now looking at you. That same smile is on his face, the one you decided you really liked, and you nod your head, walking over to him. You sit down next to him, maybe a little too close for two people that were friends, but if he notices, he doesn’t say anything. He instead leans his head back, and you do the same, looking at the stars above you.

“Wow... Even with all the light pollution you can see so many stars.”

“Right? I told you this is a great place. But, you know, I think all the stars came out just to see you.” You laugh and shove at Johnny, knocking him down onto the blankets.

“That is so fricking cheesy. Are you made of cheese?”

“No, but I hear the moon is.” You laugh, shaking your head, before laying down next to Johnny. It's quiet between the two of you as you watch the sky, a feeling of peacefulness running through your body as you lay there. Being with Johnny made you feel good, and happy, and comfortable. Something you haven’t really felt in a long time.  

You let out a breath and open your mouth to speak, but Johnny speaks first.  

“Why'd you start smoking?” he asks. You turn your head to look at him, only to see him looking back at you. You frown, and shrug.  

“Had a shit partner who gave me some bad habits. What else?” you say. Johnny nods in understanding.  

“Habits are always meant to be broken; you know.”  

“You said that before. As if you’re going to break them for me or some shit,” you say. You watch as Johnny shifts next to you so that he’s on his side, and he leans in a little closer.

You can’t help it when your eyes flicker to his lips.

“I just think there’s more productive and fun things to be doing with your mouth,” Johnny says. You know exactly what he’s talking about. This whole thing is nothing short of a date, and Johnny hasn’t really made it a secret that he likes you.  

It’s been obvious the whole time.

That doesn’t mean you still don’t blush at his words.

“Aren’t you real smooth?” You move your hands up to your face, trying your best to hide the blush Johnny has caused. He just laughs before gently pulling your hands away, a big smile on his face.

“You’re so cute when you get shy. Can I kiss you?” Johnny asks. You stare at him for a long moment before nodding your head and closing your eyes.  

There’s a brief moment as you wait, and then you feel one of Johnny’s hands entwine in yours, and his other coming to rest at your cheek. His breath is on your lips for a short second and then he’s pressing his own against yours.  

It’s soft and sweet and nothing you’ve ever really had before, and you can’t believe Johnny was right.

This is way more fun than smoking.  

You pull away quickly and look at him. “You do know I’m not going to stop smoking anytime soon though, right?”

“Yeah, I know. But I’ll just kiss you anytime you want to. Sound good to you?” Johnny asks. You laugh at his words.  

“Sounds good to me.”

And once again, your lips find each other.

[bbykpoper]

The Ninth Life

There is a shop located near the Little River that is said to hold magic inside.

Won’t you come in to find out?

chan x reader

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🔮 part 24 - aunties

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tnl masterlist

[lovely-nctzen]

can we still be friends? • intro

↬ After splitting up, Johnny and Y/N struggle to detach their lives from one another. Their relationship as a couple lasted for almost five years until they both decided to breakup. As they start dating other people the ex-couple consistently check on each other under the guise of "friendship." Only to find out that one of them is still in love with the other.

Characters:

seo youngho (johnny)

y/n’s friend // lover // ex

college frat boy

one of the jokester in the frat

photography guru

college junior

has been with y/n since junior year of high school

first saw y/n talking with mark but officially met at their local laundry mat

secretly has crushes on other girls

y/n

johnny’s friend // lover // ex

typical shy good girl but is feisty when needed

has been with johnny since junior year of high school

college junior

met johnny at their local laundry mat

has never had a boyfriend before johnny

naive at most times

nct ot21

21 clowns (that’s it, that’s the tea)

neo culture tech fraternity

[sketzocase]

Johnny walking into his dark bathroom, turning the light on and jumping to see Daken in the tub, full clothes, combat boots propped up on the edge of the tub with a bottle of wine: WTF- What are you doing??

Daken, looking over at Johnny- Practicing my atheistic. *raises wine bottle and chugs it. *

[peachesforyoungho]

[8:13pm] wearing johnny’s extra large shirt as a night gown, you sit on the counter table as he cooks dinner. he glances at you in his familiar shirt and smiles, “babe you look better than i do in my own shirts.”

[seagullee]

[3:29 A.M]

“hey y/n, it’s mark-crap you obviously know that cause of caller id... fuck... I don't know what I'm doing right now. I know I should've gotten over you at this point but i... I don't know... I just... miss you I guess. I um, actually saw you the other day- I swear to god im not stalking you or anything, I just turned the corner and there you were, sitting at your favorite coffee shop. I mean I should’ve known you’d be there because it’s your place- you always would wanna get a cup of coffee anytime we would run errands or something but that day... you sat there with a guy sitting across from you... he was making you smile and I just- god, its not my place to be saying any of this but- I felt... like that should’ve been me across from you. that was me...but... I gave up on us didn’t I...? Jesus how could you have let me do such a thing? Why did I ever let you go? I just miss you so goddamn much. I miss everything. I miss getting random texts from you asking me how my day was. I miss our late night talks about our plans for our future- you were always convinced that we were gonna grow old together, remember? we’d live in our childhood neighborhood with that baby blue picket fenced house... Oh and our weekly movie nights where the two of us would just cuddle on the couch , pointing out every flaw in the screenings we watched. You looked at that guy and your eyes lit up. You used to look at me that way- you know, people say that you only fall in love once but that couldn't possibly be true because every time I looked at you y/n, I fell in love over and over again. What I’m trying to say is that I still love you. I’m sorry that I didn't fight for us. I’m sorry for all those late nights , having screaming matches to the point where neighbors would send in noise complaints. I never meant to push you away. I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with me. I love-” “your message has reached its limit.”

[jo6hny]

Birthday Surprises - J.N.

The usual gloomy, cold and rainy weather was replaced with a bright warm day, the birds were chirping and the sun was out. The weather was different today, as if it knew that there's a special occasion.

Y/N carefully prepared the finishing touches on her boyfriend's breakfast. She planned on giving it to him while he's in bed. It's his birthday today, the first one she'll celebrate with him. She wanted to make everything special. She put whipped cream, strawberries and a small blue candle on the pancake she prepared. There's also some juice and a fruit bowl, and coffee, the one thing Johnny wouldn't replace for the world. Clasping her hands together, Y/N looked at the finished product, hoping and praying that Johnny wouldn't be disappointed with her surprise.

She made her way to their shared bedroom, making sure not to make any loud noises. Opening the door, she saw that he was still asleep, tired from the party his friends had thrown for him. She put the food on the nightstand beside their bed. Making her way to her boyfriend's side of the bed, she looks at him lovingly. His chestnut colored hair was everywhere, his mouth was open and he was snoring too, but to her, he looked like a million bucks and she felt as if she couldn’t be more luckier than she already was whenever she's with him.

Y/N giggled to herself, deciding to climb on top of Johnny's sleeping figure. She poked his cheek, once, twice, three times but it didn't wake him up. Then she tried gently shaking him til he woke up, but nothing happened. The booze from the party last night must've hit Johnny hard, she thought. Running out of ideas, Y/N went to her last option, kisses, she knew her boyfriend loved getting kissed and kissing in return so she considered doing that. Sighing, Y/N lowered her face so that it was equally leveled with Johnny's. She started with small cute kisses everywhere, on his cheeks, forehead, neck. But he still wasn't budging.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Y/N muttered to herself. Her plans were getting ruined all because her boyfriend won't wake up. Dejected, she sighed and thought of a more effective plan.

"Let's see, should I wake him up with coffee?" Y/N asked herself, getting off of Johnny and sitting beside him instead. "No that's stupid and only happens in the movies."

Speaking of movies, Y/N remembered watching a scene in a show she watched previously where the girl tried waking up her husband by pinching his nose.

"That might work." She thought, what else could she lose? Her fluffy pancakes were getting cold and starting to look sad.

Making her way over to Johnny, she held her index and thumb finger up. She looked mischievously at her boyfriend, her fingers inching closer to his face. Until finally, she pinches his nostrils shut, blocking his breathing. Lo and behold, the birthday boy wakes up. He was coughing and looked really scared, but nonetheless he was awake and that's all that mattered to Y/N.

"Happy Birthday!" She greeted, waving her arms around.

"What the fuck, Y/N?" Johnny asked as he looked at her questioningly.

Y/N's mouth formed an o shape. "You didn't wanna wake up no matter what I do so I did what I had to do."

Johnny rolled his eyes. Only his girlfriend would almost kill him just to wake him up rather than just wait.

"Anyways, I made you breakfast!" Y/N said, trying to break the tension in the room.

Johnny smiled  to himself. So that's why she suffocated him, she wanted to show him something special. Always a peculiar girl, his girlfriend, but that's why he loved her. She always kept him off his feet, always surprised him and made him special.

"Thank you, baby. What did you cook for me?"  He asked, feeling starved. Y/N jumped happily, taking the food from the nightstand, handing it over to him. The lovers spent their day in bed, eating and talking about the shenanigans that happened last night, most of which Johnny couldn't remember.