#johnny suh x you

[ncityprincess]

The one before the big ‘three-oh’

Minors do not interact

Happy 29th Birthday to the boyfriend of all boyfriends, the one and only Mr. Johnny Suh🫦🎂

“Man, tonight was crazy fun y/n! Thank you so much, really. How did you score box seats to the Bulls vs the Lakers babe?!” your giddy fiancé exclaimed, high off of the evening’s events. You had just gotten back from the basketball game you surprised Johnny with for his birthday. The tickets cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it. Johnny made all other 364 days of the year magical for you. He deserved a special experience for his big day. It was the least you could do.

Johnny turned on the lights in the house as you took your heels off and set them aside. “Oh don’t worry about it baby. I’m just happy you had a fun birthday. How does it feel being 29, big guy?” The two of you migrated into the kitchen, your typical hang out spot in the house. You loved your little life you’d built with Johnny. From having to share a slice of pizza in your college days, to now being full grown adults and making a comfortable life for yourselves, it was these little moments you looked forward to in life. Making memories with the love of your life made you feel warm inside.

Johnny grabbed two water bottles and handed you one, opening it for you. “You know, normally I’d say I feel the same as any other age, but this year I truly do feel every bit of 29. I guess… it just feels like a serious number because it’s the last one before the big ‘three-oh’, ya know?” Johnny walked up to the barstool you were sitting on and stood in between your legs, cupping your dolled up face. You gave him a tiny, empathetic smile and caressed his large hands.

“You’re gonna be as sexy as ever once you hit those 30’s…just saying” you joked, hoping to soothe his thoughts a little. Johnny tossed his head back and snorted, “wow, thanks babe.”

You giggled along with him, rubbing your hands up and down his broad back. “You’re blossoming into such an amazing man, John. Seriously. I fall more in love with you each day, and it’s an honor that I get to do life with you. I love you so much honey.” Johnny couldn’t hide the blush creeping up on his face even if he wanted to. Of course, always the man of action rather than words, Johnny bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. The action said more to you than any sweet words could.

After the kiss slowed, you pulled away from him and ran your hand across the front of his thigh. Maybe there were a few more birthday festivities you had planned for your man…

“Why don’t you uh, get us some wine and meet me back in the bedroom in a few, big boy.” You shot him some flirty bedroom eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist. Johnny gave you a knowing smile and backed away from you slowly, holding a hand out to help you down from the barstool. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, and you walked out of the kitchen with a little extra sway in your hips, feeling Johnny’s lingering gaze on your ass.

After giving you what felt like enough time to plan whatever you were conjuring up in that pretty head of yours, Johnny walked into your shared bedroom with two wine glasses in hand, just like you’d asked. He noticed that the lighting was slightly moodier than normal, and took note of the sexy playlist that added to the ambiance in the room. You walked out of the en-suite bathroom wearing nothing but a crimson red silk robe, and a pair of black stilettos.

“Oh well well well, what do we have here baby?” Johnny said as he took in your sexy little look. He gently placed the wine glasses down on the dresser, never taking his eyes off of you. You flipped your hair, the drinks from tonight and the desire to please your man for his special day heightening your confidence. “Hmm, well I guess you can call this your other birthday present, baby.”

“Oh? You mean, it gets better than box seats at the Bulls vs the Lakers?” Johnny flirted. “Why don’t you come unwrap it and find out, daddy.” With that, Johnny all but charged at you and kissed you passionately. You let out a sensual moan, running your hands all over his broad body. After a few moments of making out, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly. “You know what daddy? You’re always working so hard for me. Why don’t you go sit down in the chair? Let me take care of you.” Johnny was hooked under your spell. He would do just about anything for you right now. You guided him toward the chair in front of your bed, and he subconsciously followed.

He looked up at you, mesmerized as you started to put on a little show for him, rubbing your hands all over your body. Your fingers kept dancing toward the rope holding your robe together, but you wanted to drag it out a little more. As if it were right on cue, a particular birthday song popped up on shuffle. The familiar intro played throughout the room, but once the first verse started, the air in the room got a little lighter.

“Wow, very on the nose babe” Johnny snickered. You cracked a smile, giggling at the incredibly literal lyrics of the song. Birthday Sex by Jeremih seemed like an appropriate addition to Johnny’s birthday playlist you had curated beforehand, but in hindsight it did seem a little cheesy. You playfully slapped his arm, slightly embarrassed but also grateful that you two were close enough to be able to share a laugh in intimate situations like this. Yet another reason why you loved Johnny so much. “Shut up!! It seemed like a good song to include at the time. Just sit back and watch, big boy” you scolded lightheartedly.

Johnny held his hands up in retreat, signaling that he was done with the jokes and ready to focus on you. Your hips found the rhythm, and swayed along to the beat. After a few moments, Johnny was hypnotized by your seductive movements. He admired how sexy and confident you were, loving how you moved your body. How did he get lucky to have such a beautiful woman like you?

Johnny’s upper body bent towards you as your fingers inched closer and closer to the tie holding your robe together. You gave him a sexy smile, and played with him a bit. “Aw, you wanna see what’s underneath, don’t ya big guy?” Johnny frantically nodded, licking his plump lips in anticipation. You finally undid the robe, letting it fall to the floor at your heeled feet. There you were, standing stark naked in front of your fiancé. A wave of confidence flowed through your body.

You turned around and bent over slightly, giving Johnny a nice view of your glistening pussy. Johnny let out a soft “fuck”, much to your amusement. You walked back over, stopping right in front of Johnny. His hands automatically moved to your bare ass, rubbing it in appreciation. He looked up at you as if you were the only woman in the world, and it made you feel you alive.

As much as he loved your little peep show, his dick was going to bust through his pants at any second now. Without warning, Johnny stood up and pushed you back onto the bed, shoving his dress pants off and towering over you. You looked up at him dumbfounded, still amazed by the fact that he could manhandle you at any given second. “Babe—baby I’m supposed to be on top of you. It’s your night remember!” You pleaded. Surely he deserved to be the one serviced tonight.

“Shhh, you’ve done enough for me sweetheart. Just need be inside that sweet pussy now. Is that okay, baby?” Johnny looked down at you like the big bad wolf, ready to eat you whole at any moment. How could you resist an offer like that? “Yes daddy. Want you deep inside.”

With that, Johnny rubbed his leaking tip a few times and slowly sank into your dripping pussy. You both moaned in unison, relishing in the closeness of the position. Johnny gathered your thighs on his biceps and placed them around his waist. You locked your ankles in place, bracing yourself in preparation. He built up a strong, quick pace that had you moaning like a whore. “Fuckkkk John you’re so deep baby” you moaned out, wrapping your arms around his neck. Johnny sucked on your earlobe as he pistoned roughly into you.

He was grateful in moments like this to live in a house with just you two in it. Gone were the days of having to tip toe around neighbors and roommates and figure out sneaky ways to pummel your sweet little pussy. He didn’t have to share thin walls with anyone. He could pound into your hole without a care in the world. This is true adulthood, Johnny thought to himself.

Your whiney mewls brought him back to reality, and he turned his head to look down at your gorgeous, fucked out face. Your eyebrows were stitched together, looking up at him with large doe eyes. He loved when you got like this. “Feel good baby? You’re making me feel real good. Yeah that’s it, just lay back and take it.”

You threw your head back in ecstasy, digging your manicured nails into his shoulders. “Ooh daddy I’m so close.” Johnny snuck a hand down to your sex, and rubbed soft circles into your clit. He knew how much you loved a little extra stimulation when you were close to cumming. A couple more thrusts and you were creaming all over his thick cock. Johnny let out a long, deep groan and soon after, you felt warm spurts of cum deep inside you. Johnny thrusted a few more times before he completely stilled with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck baby, this has to be the best birthday I’ve ever had” Johnny said sincerely, playing with some loose strands of your hair. You giggled, still slightly out of breath. “Aw, honey. There’s plenty more where that came from.” You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, and Johnny smiled mischievously.

“I hope you’re not just talking about birthdays, my love.” And with that, Johnny rolled you onto your stomach for a celebratory round 2.

The end 🎂

[2jisungs]

hallway crush

johnny suh x fem reader fluff highschool au wc. 429

notes; my ult bias i luv him so much

you’ve had a hallway crush since the beginning of your junior year in high school. you don’t know much about the the boy other than his name, johnny. but, one thing you know is he’s breathtakingly handsome and he’s fully aware of it.

it was an ordinary day at west grey high school. you tiredly walked your way through the crowded hallways to the empty corridor you would normally walk by to see johnny. he would be in his usual spot every morning, his eyes glued to the floor. he always knew you were walking by, as he would look up and watch you walk past him.

but, this time, he wasn’t there. that’s odd. is he sick? will he be coming to school or not? you wondered, hoping he would just be late so you’d have other opportunities in the day to admire him from afar.

you decided to head to your locker, planning to grab your stuff and head to first period. but, something catches your eye while on your way there.

it was johnny. he was talking with his friend group, the usual smug grin on his face and hands running through his long, dark hair. he towered over everyone in the school, earning him the title of ‘tall boy suh’. you remembered your friend telling you he was 6'1. gosh, he really is tall. and at 17 too? what did his parents feed him as a child?

you tried to ignore him as you walked to your locker, which just so happened to be right next to where johnny was standing. to your surprise, you saw a sticky note stuck to your locker.

you took the note and read it. “give me ur number, you’re cute. -johnny.” it read. you felt the tips of your ears turning red as you turned to look at johnny, only to find him already staring at you with a smirk.

“you know you like me, pretty girl. don’t fight it.” he teased. you glared at him before hurriedly writing your phone number on the sticky note and handing him it.

“good. i’ll see you at lunch then, cutie? you’re sitting with me and my friends, whether you like it or not. you know you want to anyway.” johnny told you, earning a nod from your end.

you grabbed your stuff and rushed over to your classroom, completely forgetting that your interaction with johnny made you late for class. yes, you got your hallway crush’s number, but at the cost of an after-school detention.

atleast it was worth it.

[jaelvr]

Valentine

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : yes ( by @lovesuhng )

Prompts ; 102. Gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture / peeking at something  + 21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” 

Pairing : best friend! johnny x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 500

Warnings : mutual feelings, friends to lovers, college au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

——————————

The group of you sat outside during the party, watching the dreamies in amusement as they did karaoke half drunk. You were cuddled up to Johnny on the sofa, his head resting on your shoulder as you lazily played with his hair. "Look at me." he murmured, grinning as he took the picture, eyes hazy. You smiled softly, humming as you took the Polaroid photo from him, shaking it gently to help it form. The picture was sweet, Johnny looking at you with pure affection and adoration. A soft chuckle released from him as he watched you put the photo into the back of your phone. "I'm gonna go get another drink, you coming?" you mumbled gently, Johnny responding with a nod.

The two of you made your way to the kitchen, Johnny wrapping his arms around your waist and head on your shoulder as you poured a drink for yourself and him. "You look so pretty tonight." he whispered, his warm breath hitting your ear, cheeks heating up. "You look handsome." you giggled, the alcohol starting to hit a bit more as you felt your tipsyness. He hummed gently, brushing hair out of your face, forehead against his. "You okay?" he checked, caressing your cheek. He had always been able to handle his drinks better than you, having to look after you every time - nothing new.

"Mmmm. Still in control." you assured, lips gently brushing against his. He chuckled gently, head tilting to the side. He noticed you zoning out slightly more than usual and the immense emotion in your eyes, a mix of longing and love. "What's on your mind, love?" he whispered, fingers lightly running over your cheek again. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” you drunkenly admitted, not caring you'd just admitted to him yet. He chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? do I make you swoon?" he teased, laughing softly at your nod in response.

"How about this. When you wake up in the morning, if you remember this, I take you out for breakfast, yeah? Make it a little date?" he suggested, holding back his want to make a move, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or feel as if he was taking advantage of your drunken state. "Mhm." you responded, kissing his cheek. He chuckled softly, gently running his fingers through your hair. He hoped you would.

------

"How's your head doing?" he chuckled gently, watching you sleepily stumble into the kitchen. His face softened as you buried your head into the chest, holding you tight. "You remember last night?" he asked softly, hopeful of the response. "The drunken singing? Or me confessing?" you asked, mumbling gently, sending him a small shy grin. He handed you a glass of water along with a few pills before lightly kissing the top of your head.

"I suppose we should start getting ready for our date then, hm?"

[daydreamingyuta]

Bucket List | Johnny Suh

summary: fluff, drabble, making a bucket list with bf!johnny and he reveals that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you <3 wc: 325 a/n: Happy Johnny Day!! 💚

“Oh, and definitely add skydiving. We have to do that at least once.” Johnny says to you, popping another blueberry in his mouth. You scribble down his idea on the piece of paper titled “Bucket List with Johnny.” 

“Ooh and we have to adopt a cat one day, Johnny.” You say and Johnny nods his head excitedly. A few moments go by in silence as you both contemplate what should be the next item on the list. 

You see Johnny sets his blueberries down on the table out of the corner of your eye. “Can I see the list real quick” You hand it over to him and he immediately starts writing, while keeping it out of view from you. You can see a sweet smile on his lips as he writes and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s come up with. 

Johnny stops writing and clutches the notebook to his chest. “I know that we’ve never officially talked about this before, but it’s something I've been dreaming about a lot lately and I hope that you feel the same way.”

“Tell me!” You say, desperately wanting to know. Johnny hands you the list so you can read it yourself and your heart melts at what he’s written. Item number fifteen on your bucket list reads “Get married.” with a little heart next to it. 

Of course, being in a long term relationship with Johnny you’ve thought about being his wife many times, but you’ve never broached the topic until now. Your smile couldn’t get any bigger as you move over to him and embrace him. “Johnnyyy, you wanna get married to me one day?” 

“Of course I do, you're my girl.” He says, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses you and you swear you’ve never had a sweeter kiss in your life. “I love you so much, Johnny.”

Johnny removes his hands from your waist and cups your cheeks, “I love you more, angel.”

[markiefiles]

— OLHA O CARRO DO OVO!

fem reader x johnny suh

avisos: br!au, meme!au, smut, oral (masc), dirty talk, gagging, cum eating e outras coisas aí que devo ter esquecido, mas se eu lembrar coloco aqui.

notas: tava pensando em postar algo mais descontraído então tá aí, talvez eu escreva mais alguma coisa hoje pra postar amanhã risos malignos. aliás tenho que me esforçar pra não deixar toda capa de smut azul ou roxo-

Você costumava ser amiga do caseiro da fazenda dos seus avós.

Ele cuidava muito bem do jardim, alimentava os cavalos, vacas e as galinhas, o essencial, definitivamente os ovos eram ótimos, às vezes banquinhos, às vezes alaranjados, mas sempre frescos, os seus favoritos.

Johnny era bonitão boa pinta, tinha lábia, o sotaque dele era charmoso e costumava vender os ovos das galinhas que cuidava atenciosamente, negócio de família. Vocês conversavam bastante, ora na mesa da cozinha ou ele cortando a grama, cantando uma canção quando você estava no quarto, não tinham uma diferença de idade muito grande, Johnny já tinha se graduado na faculdade, cidade vizinha. Era da personalidade, o jeitinho de flertar e de olhar, você ficava mole por ele, sem perceber.

Vez ou outra te tocava, te agarrava pela cintura, a pele dele bronzeada e os dedos calejados te deixavam desconcentrada, mesmo que não houvesse malícia alguma, Johnny estava só te ajudando com as coisas da casa, só isso.

Mas não era só isso: eram as os braços dele de fora quando capinava o mato ressecado ou as calças largas deixando a barra da cueca à mostra, era o sorrisinho galanteador, a mudança de voz toda vez que estavam sozinhos, te seduzindo, serpenteando os dedos sobre sua pele, te deixando sedenta.

Aí, numa dessas segundinhas preguiçosas, domingo mal dormido, você acordou mais cedo, se arrumou, foi até a fazenda de seus avós, pedalando na bicicleta amarela. Ouviu pelo altofalante “Olha o carro do ovo, passando na sua rua”, um Renault cinza, porta-malas levantado, as bandejas de ovo todas cobertas com um pano de prato, alinhadas uma ao lado da outra.

Johnny te viu pelo retrovisor, parou o carro ao seu lado e disse “Oi docinho, já tá acordada?”, você respondeu "Sim", cínica, ele pegando no teu pé de um jeito implicante, mas levando sua bike na parte de cima do carro, vocês dois dentro do carro num calor de matar e não porque fazia sol.

Você acompanhou ele pela fazenda, fazendo piadinhas, até chegar no quarto onde dormia, encostada no batente da porta esperando ele trocar a camiseta. Uma ideia louca surgiu na sua cabeça, você se aproximou e sentou-se na cama na frente dele.

— Não desarruma minha cama não, menina. — Johnny alertou, sem te olhar, desfazendo a regata dobrada e tirando a camiseta de botões que usava.

Você observou o corpo dele mais de perto, os pelinhos no caminho da felicidade ralos fizeram teu olho brilhar e Johnny notou isso, ficou em silêncio.

— Adoro os ovos frescos que você traz, acho que as galinhas gostam muito de você.

— Tem que tratar elas com jeitinho.

— É…?

— Sim, menina.

— E você?

— Eu o que?

— Tem que te tratar com jeitinho também?

A pergunta foi ambígua, Johnny sentiu seus dedos na pélvis coberta dele, ele suspirou, parecia controlado, murmurou um “Garota…” inaudível. Você puxou ele pela barra da calça, ousada, ele te olhou desfazer o cinto e se colocar de joelhos, apressada.

Johnny fechou os olhos, sentiu sua mão acariciando ele por cima da cueca box preta e prendeu o ar, excitado e talvez desconcertado, não imaginou toda essa euforia vinda de você.

— Sempre quis fazer isso… — Você confessou, a ereção latejante te fez salivar instantaneamente, sua boca cheia d’água.

— Sempre? — Você respondeu “Uhum.”

Você abaixou a cueca, deixou a barra apoiada nas bolas e soltou uma risadinha devassa pelo tamanho, o cheiro de sabonete saindo da pele dele te fazendo revirar os olhos. Aí, você colocou um tico da grossura na boca, esbanjou a língua pela ponta do pau e ele suspirou, franzindo as sobrancelhas.

— Você pensa no meu pau com frequência, doce? — Johnny te perguntou, arrumando seus fios com cuidado, querendo iluminar seu rosto, a luz solar clareando o ambiente, deixando que Johnny vislumbrasse melhor suas bochechas coradas.

Sua boca estava cheia, as bochechas cheias de pau e a pontinha tocando sua garganta. O palavrão foi o suficiente pra melar sua calcinha, “Porra” até te fez esquecer de responder a pergunta.

Você apoiou a mão na coxa dele, carinhoso ele acariciou, vez ou outra passando os dedões na sua bochecha, limpando suas lágrimas ou a pré-porra que descia do teu queixo. Você mamou as bolas dele, prendendo-as entre os lábios, fazendo barulhinhos que faziam Johnny rosnar.

Você lambia o pau, guardava na boca e a ponta do nariz vez ou outra raspava na pele abaixo do umbigo, você gemia, chorona.

— Aposto que — Johnny mordeu os lábios, sentiu seus dentes raspando levemente contra ele, sua boca não era espaçosa — sua bucetinha tá pingando. Aposto que você não pensa em mais nada senão um pau fodendo você.

Estúpida, você concordou. A cabeça se movimentando fez ele gemer. Então, impaciente, ele segurou a lateral de sua cabeça, forçando o pênis contra sua garganta sem parar. Você gostava de sentir o ar faltando nos pulmões e ele de te observar rolando os olhos para trás. O barulho molhado ecoava pelo quartinho, sua voz saiu entrecortada dizendo “S-simmm…! Assim” toda vez que ele fodia sua boca, bruto.

— Putinha. — Você só concordava, movendo os quadris contra seu próprio tesão.

Johnny tirou o pau da sua boca, bateu contra sua bochecha, se masturbou na sua frente, disse “Abre” e você obedeceu. Ele fodeu sua bochecha, sorriu quando viu a mancha de saliva na sua regata, respingando contra a pele dos teus seios, te usando como bem entendia. Você queria mais e mais, fez questão de apertar a bunda dele como um incentivo.

E quando Johnny gozou, você fez questão de engolir cada gotinha, comer a porra quentinha, levemente agridoce, exibir ela na língua ou lambendo os dedos.

Ele te ajudou a levantar, limpou seu rosto com lenços, levemente hipnotizado, beijou sua boca e você sorriu, molenga. Você esperava que mais tarde ele te comesse, de tão sedenta que estava.

— E você?

— Eu o que?

— Vou ter que tratar com jeitinho pra você sentar na minha cara?

[sunshyni]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMilf

✎ n.a: finalmente respondendo esse pedido aqui que eu 'tava louca para escrever desde que recebi!!!

✎ avisos: menções ao Jaehyun, tá um teco sugestivo e provavelmente com alguns erros, mas relevem isso, depois eu arrumo KKKKKK

✎ w.c: 1.2k

Boa leitura, docinhos!!! ☂️

Você enviou uma última mensagem para Jaehyun respondendo sua pergunta sobre onde estava o brinquedo favorito do filho de vocês de 3 anos e ergueu a cabeça para encontrar Johnny te avaliando. De repente você se sentiu nervosa e ansiosa com aquela observação toda, mesmo que ele estivesse ocupando o cargo do seu melhor amigo há 2 anos.

Você não pode deixar de reparar que o restaurante que o Suh escolherá se parecia e muito com a sugestão de lugar para primeiro encontro que você o presenteara, um lugar a primeira vista chique mas que servia hambúrgueres do tamanho da cabeça de um recém nascido, ele estava vestido da forma casual de sempre, a calça jeans de lavagem clara e o suéter verde eram o bastante para torná-lo deslumbrante, mas você se vira passando uma camada além da conta de rímel e gloss labial diante do espelho.

— Como tá o meu bebê? — Johnny questionou depois de vocês dizerem seus pedidos para o garçom, obviamente ele estava se referindo ao seu filho que tinha puxado toda a aparência do pai, e você sabia disso só de olhar para aqueles olhinhos e um par de covinhas idênticas as de Jeong Yoonoh, mas em questão de personalidade, pelo menos todos os créditos eram seus.

— Ele amou aquele triciclo que você trouxe de...

— Nottingham — Você assentiu com a cabeça afinal Johnny viajava tanto devido a sua carreira muito bem sucedida de DJ que você até se confundia nos nomes das cidades que ele participava de festas badaladas.

A verdade é que vocês se conheceram por causa de Jaehyun, aproximadamente 4 anos atrás, numa situação atípica em que você bebeu demais e vomitou o que pareceu dois meses de digestão de alimentos, Johnny te ajudou segurando seu cabelo e tudo mais, mas na noite passada você acidentalmente acabou dormindo com um dos amigos do Suh, o que foi bastante certeiro considerando que você carregou no seu ventre uma miniatura bastante fiel de Jaehyun.

Você namorou com o Jeong durante o período de 2 anos, no entanto mesmo com o término ainda eram amigos e dividiam a guarda de um menininho que amavam mais do que qualquer coisa, Johnny acabou se aproximando de você após isso, mas nada indicava que era porque ele gostava de você, levando em conta que vocês dificilmente conversavam sobre questões amorosas.

E que bom por isso, porque você sentia-se estranhamente incomodada com a menção de Johnny visto nas festas em outro país na companhia de alguma estrangeira gostosona. Ele não sabia, é claro, mas já estava ficando difícil esconder que você o queria, sentia isso em cada partezinha do seu corpo.

— Eu gravei um vídeo olha — Você ofereceu o próprio celular para Johnny que encostou os dedos longos nos seus no processo e fez com que você sentisse as faíscas novamente, você instintivamente culpou seu período fértil e o fato de que fazia muito tempo que não saía para um rolê adulto, embora soubesse que a resposta dessa questão começava com a afirmação de que você estava apaixonada.

— Fofinho — Ele te devolveu o celular com um sorriso brilhante no rosto, Johnny era assim, fazia questão de presentear seu filho com presentes do mundo todo, te pedindo fotos e atualizações do pequeno todos os dias, surtando toda vez que ouvia o desajeitado e adorável “Tio John” sair da boca do menininho — Acho que eu tô gostando de uma mãe aí, isso me torna meio cara que curte uma milf?

Johnny não fazia ideia do quanto todas aquelas perguntas sobre primeiros encontros e como se comportar perante a pessoa que você se sente atraído estavam te perturbando, você tomou um gole do copo de água que descansava na mesa até então e não ousou olhar nos olhos dele naquele momento porque era bem capaz de revelar a frustração que tomou conta do seu corpo após a questão. Afinal, será que ele tinha mesmo te trazido para um restaurante perfeito, vestindo roupas perfeitas e perfeitamente perfumado apenas para te dizer com detalhes sobre a pessoa que ele desesperadamente queria beijar?

— Não... Se ela não for casada, tá tudo bem se envolver — Você afirmou, brincando com os dedos repousado no seu colo de forma impaciente e se lamentando por ter escolhido sua melhor calça jeans – a que delineava seu quadril melhor do que qualquer roupa – numa ilusão de que naquela noite participaria finalmente de um encontro com a pessoa por quem estava caidinha.

— Ela não é — Ele falou, rápido demais para o seu gosto — Mas e então? No encontro a gente faz o que?

Para você era muito difícil acreditar que Johnny não sabia a logística de um encontro, afinal de contas ele era lindo, tinha grana e era bom de papo, o tipo de cara engraçadinho que você não conseguia ignorar e no final terminava com uma aliança no dedo pista por ele mesmo. Então, estava começando a considerar que ele estava brincando com você, testando sua paciência como uma lição para uma professora do jardim de infância, no entanto você preferia ter que lidar com mil crianças na faixa etária de 5 anos do que com um único Johnny de olhar sedutor.

— Pelo amor de Deus, onde você quer chegar com todo esse interrogatório? — Foi a sua vez de questionar irritada com a situação toda — Quero dizer, você é um DJ foda e realmente tá pedindo conselho amoroso pra uma mulher que é professora da pré-escola e tem um filho de 3 anos? 'Cê tá de zoação comigo?

— Você não sabe mesmo, né? — Você queria muito desferir uns bons tapas naquele rostinho bonito quando Johnny desviou o olhar do seu e sorriu, como se você fosse uma criança inocente questionando a origem dos bebês. Você o chutou por debaixo da mesa, mas aquele gemido baixo de dor em união ao sorriso sem vergonha só serviram para seu cérebro descartar aquela ideia dos tapas e trocá-la por uma bem melhor, que envolvia beijos demorados e molhados e muita mão boba — Eu tô usando essa técnica tão antiga de sedução só pra ver se você se toca que eu tô na sua há muito tempo.

— Johnny, eu tô boiando sério — Você tinha uma expressão de confusão cobrindo seu rosto, que Johnny tratou de tirar de você quando ele afastou a cadeira, colocou seu rosto entre as mãos e te beijou, mesmo que ele tivesse que se inclinar desconfortavelmente devido a diferença de altura, no entanto nada mais importava agora que os lábios do Suh estavam sobre os seus e a única coisa que você conseguia ouvir de fundo era um coral de cupidos cantando alguma coisa melosa de forma afinada.

— Agora deu pra entender ou 'cê vai querer que eu desenhe? — Você sorriu contra os lábios dele, os olhos fechados extasiada demais com o que havia acabado de acontecer, sem compreender como as coisas tinham alcançado aquele nível, mas se deliciando com o ocorrido.

— Esqueci de te falar, mas a sobremesa é fundamental num encontro — Você começou, sorrindo como se tivesse se tornado milionária nos últimos 2 minutos — Mas, nesse caso acho que a gente já pode pular pra essa parte essencial.

— Qual das sobremesas? — Ele perguntou todo assanhadinho e você o beijou novamente, incapaz de resistir a todo aquele charme magnético que ele possuía.

— Pode ser as duas?

Johnny sorriu, ignorando completamente de que tinham feito pedidos e deixando o restante, mal se contendo até chegar no estacionamento e descansar as mãos grandes nos bolsos traseiros da sua calça apertada.

— O seu pedido é uma ordem, mamãe.

[gyusfavlibra]

MY BROTHERS PROTECTIVE BEST FRIEND

Johnny Suh x afab Reader! Ft. Brother!Mark

WARNINGS: +18, sex, smut, unprotected sex, language, fluff, maybe angst if you really consider. Fingering, grinding, sexual language!

Word count: +1k

Proofread: yes finally! Although I’m dyslexic so my grammar might suck🫣

…………………………………………………..……………………

“Mark! Give me my fucking earbuds!”

You throw down the large pillow you had just been holding from the queen sized bed inside your bedroom. You just got home from a long day of college. Ready to chill out, listen to music and finish up some school work. Considering it is a Friday and you wanted the weekend to yourself.

That is until you couldn’t find the one thing that would top that whole plan together. Your earbuds. You remember setting them on your desk right before you left for your final class of the day. Even remembered to charge them as well. But now they were gone.

And only one name came to mind. The identification of your younger brother. Mark.

You weren’t even 100% sure why Mark was at your apartment right now. You had come home and heard a game being blasted in the living room but never even agreed to him coming over.

But he’s your brother so of course, you let it be.

“Mark! Mark! My head phones please!”

You barge into the doorway, but pause when you notice another figure sitting on the sofa with your relative. A figure you are always suffocating yourself to see.

“Oh, Johnny. I didn’t know you were here.”

The brunette looks at you and smiles. “I just got here.”

You purses your lips. Trying so desperately to chase down the beating in your chest, your ears, even your fingers. Swallowing it, you turn back to your brother before you say something you regret. “Mark, my earbuds.”

“I’m busy, Y/n. Stop bothering me!”

“In my apartment?”

Johnny sighs out at his friends rude actions. Sweeping the box of cold Mc Donalds fries off the coffee table and throwing it into a bag. He knew better than any one that you hated people invading your space AND leaving it messy.

“Mark seriously. I have homework and I want my headphones. I don’t even know why you have them.”

“Sis, respectfully, please be quiet and leave me alone.”

The tone and words your brother sent your way not only triggered you, but his friend as well. Johnny hated when Mark was so difficult with you on situations like this. He had witnessed so many of these altercations and every single time, he was definitely on your side.

You can see the way it bothered the tall figure that man spreads at the other end of the sofa. Man you wished he’d stop wearing such sexy joggers when around you. But you got to push that aside for the time being. This is important. You huff a breath out with a pout. Eyes gazing to the other figure to plead cutely for some help.

Mark can never argue with him. “Johnnyyy.”

“Mark, c’mon man. Give her the earbuds.”

Johnny sticking up for you made your stomach do several flips. Which wasn’t that shocking because he’s done so many, many times before. But each time, it warmed your heart even more than the last.

When Mark stole one of your graphic t shirts. Specifically, one Johnny had given you. When Mark came over and took pillow cases for Halloween instead of using his own. Mark spilling orange juice on your kitchen floor and decide to wait until it was actually sticky to clean it up. There’s an on going cycle. Johnny’s been on your side for every single one.

Mark sighs out loudly, loud enough that you were sure Spain could hear it. His occupied hands now change course and pull the earphones from behind him. He slaps them into your own hand before looking at your eyes. His annoyances spoke loudly.

“Good, thanks. Now head out and get food for me. I’m starving.”

His jaw dropped.

“Why me?”

“Because I know if I go, you’re gonna make demands about getting something as if you’re actually paying.”

“True.”

You rip your card from your pocket and set it down on the table sat an inch below their knees. “Here’s my card. Get something for you and Johnny, too.”

“Thanks sis,” he chuckles. He pauses the game on the television. You weren’t even entirely sure what it was. Guns and animation was the farthest you’d get.

Mark turns to Johnny just as you exit the room, who was staring blankly at his phone. “You wanna come with? Or stay here?”

“I’ll stay here. I wanna try the level myself.”

“Well do you want anything?”

Johnny accepts that whatever Mark gets, he’ll enjoy too. Taking that as an answer, Mark nods and heads out of the apartment to a restaurant.

Johnny stands from the sofa after tossing the gaming controller off to the side. His brown orbs peek through the curtains to see if Mark had reached the car yet. Thank the heavens you were located on the second floor. The boy always could get to the parking lot fast enough.

Watching as Mark steps beside his vehicle to unlock the drivers door, Johnny takes that as a clear to go abbreviation.

Racing down the apartment hall, he finds himself standing in front of your bedroom door. You’re on the inside studying, laid out on your stomach with a textbook in your face, headphones playing in through your ears. Loud enough that you didn’t hear the double knock, nor the sound of the door opening.

Johnny creeps behind you. Shutting the door behind him in the process. You didn’t notice his presence at all. Considering you’re facing away from the door.

That is until you feel the end of the bed dip under your legs. Then a hand lands beside your elbow that dig into the mattress from holding you up. You pull off your headphones and place them in their case.

“I’m studying.”

“I know,” he replies. Moving his upper body down so that you could see his face. “Just wanted to see you.”

When he spoke like this, you had to give in. If it was any other words, you would’ve kicked him out to finish your work, but as of now, you just can’t.

You place your homework sheet into the textbook and push the whole thing aside. Turning onto our back, you can see his whole figure so clearly now.

His faint smile sits so beautifully on his face. Johnny tucks a strand of your locks off your eyebrow and behind your ear. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

His head dips down, soft pink tinted lips pecking on the corner of your mouth. It almost makes you scream that he didn’t hit your lips, until he does.

“You look so pretty today.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You always look so pretty,” he traces the outline of your jaw with his mouth. He props your knee to the side so he can have his lower body laying in between your legs rather than straddling you.

You thought it was just for him to get more comfortable, but it was really so he could connect his now covered bulge on the thin legging material that covers your heat.

The hand of his that laid in the bed now tugs on your waist. Pulling your bottom half to rub against his own. If you had on ANY other underwear, these actions probably wouldn’t have been so effective. But you in thin lace. And your leggings were a thin material so you can feel it all.

And with his sweats, this was just a perfect day for clothing choices.

The pulls were continuous. One pull of your hips after another. “J-Johnny, what about Mark?”

“What about him?”

“What if he comes back?”

“Then he comes back. I don’t care,” he shrugs, placing his lips on your neck. He leaves soft wet kisses rather than hickeys because he knew better. “Besides, have you even gone out to eat with your brother. He never knows what to get anyway. He stares at the menu for at least five minutes.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Mh, glad you realized. Now, let’s forget about him. Thinking about your brother is the last thing I wanna do when I’m trying to fuck his sister.”

His words spark something in this moment. You hadn’t seen or been with Johnny in at least two weeks. They’ve been finishing their sports season. So there was no hiding how horny you are right now because of the lack of touch.

Not blaming Johnny.

But now, it’s gonna be even harder to see him because of the fact that the season is over. Which means Mark will want Johnny all to himself.

So moments like this, you have to savor.

“Where’d you go?”

You didn’t realize the words were meant for you until everything, the kisses and grinding, had stopped. “What?”

“You zoned out.”

“Sorry- I was just thinking.”

“About me I hope.”

You smile. Of course he’d want that. “Well yes. And no. It’s just, I’ve missed you this week. And now that your sport is over, Marks gonna hog you all for himself.”

“I’ve missed you, too, baby. And I will make time for you. I promise. Mark doesn’t need me all the time. Don’t worry, okay?”

You nod. If Johnny makes a promise, he keeps it. So him promising to try to see you more is enough to set it aside and focus on the both of you and what you’re doing now.

You pull him down so your lips touch. His hand on your waist grips tightly on the skin that peeks from under the sweater. HIS sweater. The one you placed on yourself when you returned to your room because you knew the second Mark left for food, Johnny would be right at your door.

His ruts his hips deeply so that his heavy erection grazing so perfectly onto your aching core. His hand on your waist now pulls at the band on your pants. Pulling them down and off your legs. Leaving the underwear intact.

His eyes darken at the sight of the lace underwear HE had taken you to buy. The green sits perfectly against your skin.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.”

“I want you, Johnny.”

“You have me, baby.”

You whine at the feeling of his finger rubbing your clit over the fabric. The underwear is definitely soaked but for some reason it feels better this way. Maybe it’s because it makes it harder for his finger to slip away or the material just feels perfect when being moved around. Who knows?

His lips mend with yours. The extra intimacy arouses you even more.

Johnny takes this occupied moment to pull his throbbing dick out his joggers and boxers. Replacing his finger motions on your heat with the tip.

He rubs it back and forth. Same motions he’d do if it was his fingers. You remove yourself from the kiss to watch. Johnny kisses the corner of your mouth again, then your cheek, then your temple, and then behind your ear before he whispers.

“Want it inside? Hm?”

Sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you hum in response. He wasn’t gone force words out your mouth. Not when you’ve already expressed how badly you want him moments ago. Any other day he would, not today.

He pulls aside the wet lace, picking up some of your juices before slipping right inside. Not too fast. It has been a minute, so he allows the adjustment.

You moan into his shoulder just as he grunt into your ear.

“Fuck you always feel so good around me. You were made for me.”

If you had a dollar for how many times Johnny has told you that he loved when you were wrapped around him, you’d be in the Bahamas right now. But he just had to make sure you knew how much he enjoyed being intimate with you. Especially since the first time when you questioned whether he had other partners.

He didn’t.

But you don’t know any better at the time.

So he always made sure that you knew he loved being with you in every way possible.

“Fuck- I might just cum already.”

You hands grip the mid length locks on the back of his head. His face still being tucked next to your ear allows you the access to do so. You were so glad he was deciding to grow it out. Gave you more to hold onto.

His thrust into your pussy speeds up. Johnny holds back on cumming so you could get there first. To help, he puts his fingers back onto your clit. Circling them around just perfectly. Just how you loved it. “Fuck. Johnny, just like that.”

“Do it feel good? Hm baby?”

“Y-yes. God yes.”

“God, I wish I could fuck you like this everyday. Fucking shit!”

The constant clenching you were expressing around his cock made it harder for him to hold it in. So he rubs his fingers faster. Slamming his lips onto your mouth knowing that the extra feeling will help you get there.

You expose a string of moans. Each one getting louder than the other which informed him that you were peeking.

“Cum. Cum for me.”

And you do as told. Letting go right around his still fastening dick. He hardens his thrusts inside you and removes his fingers to hold your hips as he thanks the heavens that he can finally let go himself. His white cum shoots inside of you. Painting your insides so much, he’s so sure you emptied him out completely. Grunts echoe into your mouth. On and on until he stills and collapses on top of you. His face right back next to your ear.

“God, you’re so perfect.”

“You too,” you smile. You wrap your arms around him to hold his figure against you. Placing a kiss on his head.

You both stay like this until your phone dings. You pick up the device and notice a text message from Mark. You turn the phone and taps Johnny’s shoulder so he could see the message as well.

Mark

Traffics a little backed up

Mark

I got the food but it might be a little cold :(

“He really does take forever.”

“I told you,” he chuckles. Johnny kisses your cheek again and then your reddened lips. “Let’s clean up and watch a movie until he gets here. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect.”

[bbobpul]

stranded on the same ground — j. suh

NOTE. hey sorry for ghosting (again...) PAIRING. johnny suh x fem reader GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst SYNOPSIS. the entire process of getting over your ex, johnny suh (and meeting each other again) WARNINGS. profanity, mention of alcohol W/C. 4.8k

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ masterlist.

The morning of your breakup with your first-ever boyfriend isn’t as awful as you expected. Life went on like it usually does. Blinded by anger, you wished for your ex to have the most terrible, annoying, and awful day ahead and all the other days that followed. Call it childish, if you may. Call it a little bit immature when I say the two of you didn’t really end on bad terms. Your only worry after you parted ways was, ‘How could he fumble so badly? ’. You didn’t cry the morning after your breakup with Johnny Suh, but you did on a random Tuesday night when you saw the sticker he put on your tumbler. You cried again the following week when you found yourself walking on the same route you would always take with him on the way to the terminal when both of you had enough time before heading to work. 

It truly is the little details that bring you to tears. Not the broken promises and the plans you made together that you will never fulfill because you are used to those things, unfortunately, because you weren’t really that loved when you were younger, which is sad, and now that the only person that showed you affection is gone for the sole reason that ‘the two of you need more space to grow and move forward’. 

It’s all bullshit. And you hope he thinks the same. 

You hope he feels the same. You hope that every day he wakes up, he reaches his arm to the other side of the bed and realizes that you no longer lay beside him. You hope that every time he prepares the table, he gets two spoons and then realizes that he has to eat alone and not have anyone to talk about absurd things during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, which leaves him no choice but to watch stuff on his phone. On top of that, you wish that his WI-FI doesn’t work, so he will be bored to death.

You sat at the lonely six-seater dining table so early in the morning. It’s been three months since you broke up with Johnny, and really, you don’t feel anything right now other than the desire to make this day as productive as possible, and you seem to be on a really great start. 

You woke up at 5 a.m. in the morning to go on a morning jog, and when you reached your desired time, you decided to stop by the bakery to grab yourself some pandesal. When you got home, it was almost 7, and you decided to use your espresso machine that has been sitting in your kitchen, praying to be used. The fact that today was your first time using it was very evident because you had to get a chair to get it from the highest counter, and the box that it came in is now covered with dust. And then it hit you.

That coffee maker was a gift from Johnny. No, you’re not going to cry. You wouldn’t let that little piece of equipment ruin your day. Even if it was an anniversary gift. Even if you know damn well, he saved up most of his salary to buy you that. And now you’re on the verge of tears as you remember the fact that you didn’t even get to thank him properly because that was also the day you broke up with him.

And now! Another! Day! Ruined! Thanks, Johnny Suh.

In the end, you decided to drink instant coffee.

You heaved a sigh, trying to contain yourself. No! You wouldn’t let that happen. He should be the one crying over this espresso machine because it’s so expensive. Hell, he knows you don’t even drink coffee. He bought this for himself and gave it to you, and now he can’t even take it back because you are no longer together. Ha! Take that, Johnny Suh.

But then again, Johnny Suh is rich as hell so he won’t be crying over a gift for his ex.

Moving on (something you obviously can’t do), your work as an architectural designer starts at 9 a.m., and for some weird reason, you wanted to look your best when going to work. After all, you are going to meet tons of clients (and you are running for senior architect, so obviously you gotta do a bit of sucking up to your superiors because you! need! the! money!).

So with your desire to get promoted and get more money, you decided to go to work an hour early.

God forbid nothing cliche happens when you are at work, like meeting your ex and having him as your client, because if your memory doesn’t fail you, my goodness, Johnny Suh talked about wanting to have his own house by the end of this year!

“Architect, meet Sir Johnny Suh.” You are fucked. Seeing him again was one of the scenarios you made on your way to work today, and you blame your mind for being imaginative to the point of manifesting him right in front of you. 

“I’ll be assigning you this project because this is a great opportunity for you to grow and improve.” Sounds familiar. Maybe because that’s what you told Johnny when you broke up with him. “I believe you are responsible enough to lead your own team, and this is your chance to demonstrate your skills,” your superior told you. It wasn’t very clear on your end because your ex is just a few feet away from you.

“Thank you, ma’am. I will do my best,” was all you could say. Your boss then left you alone with... him.

You stood there in shock, but you tried your best not to express it with your face, mainly because you didn’t want him to think that he still had an effect on you. You didn’t want him to think that his showing up at your workplace so early in the morning three months after your break up still has an effect on you. 

You thank the universe that some of your colleagues are late because if they were here, they would make fun of you until the sun sets. After all, they were the ones you drank with until your heartaches ended.

You looked at him and saw him looking at the displays in your work. You realized that this was his first time here. Throughout the course of your 7-year relationship, he never insisted on visiting, or maybe you just didn’t let him.

‘He looks.. well.’ You thought to yourself, and you don’t know why there was a hint of disappointment laced in the crevices of your brain. Could it be because he looks like he is doing a lot better than you or because he looks like he is doing a lot better without you? 

There he is, still standing tall, and here you are with all of your fears coming back to your system. The fear that led you to end everything, despite everything being good, If the reason you gave him that night wasn’t really clear on his part, it wasn’t clear to you either. After all, your mind was clouded with your low self-esteem, but it was a lot more than that. It was too much for you to take, and you just didn’t want to burden him anymore. He has a book of plans, and yours was paper thin due to your uncertainties. But is that even important now that everything is done?

You cleared your throat in an attempt to get his attention. “Let’s head to the conference room.” Putting your ex aside, this is a great opportunity for you to get promoted. You haven’t seen the project proposed by your client, but this is your chance to get the salary you deserve and your own office. After countless nights of working overtime and overextending yourself, it will all soon be worth it. You hoped.

Johnny Suh won’t ruin this chance.

You didn’t let the awkward walk to the conference destroy the harmony and creativity you could offer for this project, and the moment you sat on one of the chairs in the conference room, you didn’t waste any second asking, “What are your goals and objectives for this project? ”

Your immediate question didn’t surprise Johnny. You are the type of person who is very driven. And he knows that. Very well.

“I would want a space that is aesthetically pleasing and functional.” His answer exuded a lot of professionalism. Something you hope he maintains until the end of this project.”

“And what is the budget for this project?”

“As long as we don’t exceed tens of millions, though I don’t mind not staying within the budget only if it is very essential for the house.”

‘Tens of millions. He really has a lot of money, huh? ’ You thought. You look at the mood board on the folder handed to you by your boss, and right there you understand why he needed that much money. It’s almost a mansion! 

‘Why does he need a house this big? ’ You asked yourself. Maybe it’s for his family. He always mentioned wanting to build a house for his mom and dad so they would live closer to them and not experience the hassle of buying expensive tickets and tiring flights.

After more questions, you almost forgot that you were working with your ex. Maybe you don’t really care anymore. Maybe you didn’t care that he was starting to turn one of his plans into reality. A house? Such a big step into your 30s. While you go home every day to a small apartment that has been opening its doors for your big problems, Maybe in those three months, he already found the path while you were still navigating the route towards it.

You looked at his back as he stepped out of the room. A view you are strangely familiar with. Even if the results of your decision still haven't caught up to your life, change is very different in Johnny Suh. Change looks good on him.

You let out a small laugh when you remember the number of times you wished the worst for him. Turns out he is doing a lot better now that you are gone from his life. Aside from that, he didn’t sound affected at all. It’s just you who is still stranded on the same ground.

But there is something you can’t deny. Not blinded by anger anymore. You are really proud of him.

After the meeting, you gathered your team. You hired an engineer and an assistant. You also consulted a group of construction workers willing to work on the project. It's the productive day you wished for.

As the day came to an end, you received a text message from him.

Please be at the groundbreaking ceremony. It’s nothing big but it would be nice to have you there.

The message read. As much as you didn’t want to go, he is still your client and you need to, for the harmony of the team.

I will be there. You typed on your phone as you waited for a cab to stop in front of you. This is the closure you needed. This is the closure you need to move on from your paper-thin plans and actually move forward with real, concrete plans. It doesn’t matter if you are navigating the route alone; as long as you know, when you walk towards the path you promised him, you will carry no regrets. You will know that it was for the better.

The 20 minutes you spent inside the taxi were more excruciating than that random Tuesday night when you first cried over the two of you. It’s bittersweet in the sense that you no longer feel angry about your own choices and feel sad because you have come to the realization that you no longer have the right to pry into his choices. He wants to build a house. Good for him. He specifically asked for you to design his house. Fucking great. It totally doesn’t feel like he is doing this to make you feel bad. But knowing Johnny, he is not the type of person to hold a grudge. If he loved you in the past, then he has no reason to hate you in the future, despite not being a part of it anymore. 

And the day of the groundbreaking ceremony came quickly. You wore your best clothes to look as presentable as possible, and as expected, the moment you stepped foot onto the site, the cool breeze was the first one to welcome you. The 500-square-meter lot was surrounded by trees inside a gated community. It's a very secluded area. You wouldn't expect this to be in the middle of the city. The walls and trees hovering over the houses are enough to muffle the noises from the highway.

"Hey there, it's good to see you," Johnny greeted you warmly, his smile stretching wide across his face. You reciprocated with an equally warm smile. Despite only seven simple words passing between you, the air seemed to thicken with emotions, leaving you momentarily breathless. Johnny's presence was striking, a stark contrast to the person you had parted ways with three months prior. 

"Ah, well, I couldn't possibly leave a client hanging," you replied with a light chuckle, trying to shake off the sudden intensity of the moment. You blamed your tardiness on traffic, a common excuse but one that felt feeble in this instance.

Johnny's laugh was soft and understanding. "No worries, I completely understand," he reassured you.

The exchange hung in the air, followed by a brief but poignant silence. It was as though the unspoken weight of the time apart and the changes that had occurred in both of your lives weighed heavily in the space between you, mingling with the anticipation of what was to come.

"Hey, are you feeling hungry at all? There's a sandwich over there if you're in the mood. Oh, and by the way, Engineer Lee is currently in the tent."

“Not really,  I will just take a look around the lot. Thanks”

The ceremony started earlier than originally planned. You stood at the back with your friend Ten, who is also the engineer you hired for this project. You watched Johnny with his parents, holding a golden shovel, marking the ground as the start of the construction process. Materials are all set, and the design is already settled. The workers will be present on the site tomorrow, and they will start working on the foundation of the house. 

You let out a sigh of relief when Johnny’s parents didn’t notice you at the ceremony. Maybe it’s because of the new haircut, or you really just didn’t want to be seen. But that really is inevitable when Johnny and his family are inviting the entire team for dinner at their house. And Ten has been pushing you to at least say hi to them. After all, the family didn’t do anything wrong to you.

“Just go to them and say hi!” He said as he slightly pushed you towards them. Your eyes were glued to the family. They were laughing, and his mother looked very happy as she fixed her son’s hair. You are used to seeing them like this. They were like your second parents at the end of the day.

You mustered your courage and walked towards them. You don’t know why you are so nervous about greeting them when they’ve only given you nothing but love.

“Hi, auntie, uncle.” You greeted them with a genuine smile plastered on your face. They turned to look at you in surprise.

“Oh my goodness, honey. You didn’t tell me that the best architect in town will be in charge of the house,” his mother said before engulfing you in a hug. You wrapped your arms around the older lady and laughed in response. You exchanged eye contact with his father before smiling and nodding at him, and after that, your gaze fell on Johnny, who was looking at the both of you with emotions whirling around his face—something you cannot quite paint. He was smiling, but his eyes looked very different. You brushed it off with the reason that you guys haven’t seen each other for months. What rights do you have to dictate the emotions in his eyes?

“How have you been, darling?” His mother asked you with so much gentleness laced in her voice. Her eyes scanned every part of your face.

“I am doing great, auntie. How are you?” 

“Well, I am really thrilled for our new house! And to have you design our home, ugh, it’s like a dream come true.” She said, and you gave her a small smile. “I saw how much you worked hard to get where you are right now, and I am so proud to see how far you’ve come.” She continued as you both slowly walked away from Johnny and her husband. 

You could only hum in response. Overwhelmed by the love and appreciation she is showering you with. You looked at your hand; she was squeezing so tightly, and you realized that the moment you lost Johnny, you also lost the mother who has showered you with love ever since.

"Listen, I know whatever happened between you and my son is no longer my place to pry into, but I just want to ask you to try and settle things. I understand he can be a bit stubborn, but if you two can't reconcile romantically, at least try to maintain a friendship," she said unexpectedly, catching you off guard with the sudden turn in conversation. You gazed at her, unsure of where she was leading with this.

"You're the one who understands him better than anyone else, who knows the deepest corners of his heart. It'll be difficult for him to find someone else like you," she continued, her words carrying a weight of sincerity as she held your gaze. "He loves you dearly, my dear."

"I loved him too, auntie. But sometimes parting ways is for the best. I hope you can understand that," you replied softly, feeling a mix of gratitude and sadness.

"You know I'll always understand," she reassured you, her tone gentle and understanding.

"Thank you for everything, and for trusting me with this house," you expressed your gratitude sincerely.

"Honey, trust me when I say it was all him. He trusted you with this house," she replied warmly.

Dinner with the future house owners came and went and now it was time for goodbyes. There wasn’t much talk while you were eating. You were just enjoying the switching conversations in your surroundings. You would answer when they asked you questions  but you don’t actively participate in the discussion.

"Thank you for dining with us, Engineer Lee, and honey," Mrs. Suh addressed both of you with a warm smile. "Thank you so much for coming."

"It's my absolute pleasure, auntie. Thank you so much for having me," you responded with genuine gratitude, your smile reflecting the warmth of the evening.

"I'll get going, ma'am, sir," Ten interjected, offering to drive you home. You glanced at him, mustering a condescending smile, and mouthed, 'I can handle myself.'

"You sure?" he persisted, concern evident in his voice.

"Yep, don't worry," you reassured him.

"Okay. Bye, everyone. Thank you so much for this amazing night," Ten bid farewell, expressing his gratitude to the gathered company before making his exit.

"Uh, I can drive you home," Johnny offered as Ten's car exited the gate.

"Oh, no, no nee—" you began to decline, but Mrs. Suh intervened.

"Yes! Yes, drive her home. You commute, right? You know it's dangerous for you to commute, especially late at night. So yeah, take her home, Johnny," she insisted, her concern for your safety overriding any objections you might have had.

You can never, and I mean never, decline any offer from Mrs. Suh. She has always been persistent, and that is one of her charms. Something Johnny didn’t get from his mom. You can never say no to her, not in the way that she will get mad or upset if you decline; she is just so good at it.

You took a deep breath and let out a smile, “Okay.”

And there you were, in your ex’s car, three months after your breakup.

It was like your throat was dry because of the coldness inside the car. You couldn’t bring yourself to utter a word, and the same thing goes for the man driving. The route to your apartment is something you have memorized so well, and now it is mixed with the familiar, clean scent of his car and the feeling of relief that you are going home with the person who was once the love of your life. It’s very familiar. 

Because it was all you lived for in those seven years.

You worked your best because the thought of going home with him and telling him about your day is what you lived for all those years. You worked your best because you wanted the best for the both of you without knowing it’s what would break the two of you. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of socialization you did earlier, but now you could admit that you were insecure. You were insecure about him having so many plans and being so sure of his future with you while you worked tirelessly at a job you were not sure deserved you. You wanted the best for him, and you just didn’t have the capability to be the best for him. You wanted more for yourself because he made you feel small. Not intentionally on his side. You can now admit that it’s totally your problem. He never did anything wrong. You just think he is too good for you. And you wouldn’t let him have a future with someone like you. 

You wouldn’t want him to live in a future that is uncertain.

“Engineer Lee mentioned something about paint and tile picking tomorrow for the interior.” He took the upper hand and broke the silence. You looked at him and nodded your head.

“Yeah, uhm, you can tag along if you want.” You regret saying that. Why did you immediately assume he wanted to come with you? 

“I was going to ask about that. Okay, I will go tomorrow.” He responded, and then silence hit the both of you for the nth time. 

Friday, rush hour, everyone desperate to go home, and you were one of them.

You wish Johnny would just drive faster so he wouldn’t have to sit in the painful silence, but the traffic wouldn’t let him. 

You made a concerted effort to keep your gaze away from him, determined not to let your neck betray your curiosity. Despite your best efforts, fate seemed to have other plans, and against your will, your muscles betrayed you, turning your head to face him. To your surprise, you found him already looking at you, his gaze meeting yours in a brief moment before both of you looked away at the same time. 

You want him to ask if you are doing well. You want him to ask how you’ve been in those times you weren’t together. You want to see him desperately get to know you again in those times he missed your presence. You want him to ask, or at least say something. You want him to initiate a conversation. You want to know if he still cares about the choices you’ve been making. You want him to ask about the little things happening in your life, just like before.

But he didn’t.

Until you reached your building, he didn’t ask anything.

From days to weeks, until it became months of working together, nothing much happened. Totally not that closure your foolish ass expected. Honestly, why were you even expecting anything? Now that months have passed and it’s been a year since you ended everything, I don’t know why you are still expecting anything when you don’t even know what you want to happen.

Sure, he would casually talk to you when he’d drive to the site to visit. Sure, he would buy you breakfast or lunch, but you are not the only one. You are working for him, and he is paying you. He wants you to do a great job, and of course he would treat you well. Sure, he would still invite you to dinner with his family, but he would also invite Engineer Lee. 

On the other hand, Johnny has been making extra efforts to make you comfortable after that night. Not expecting anything in return, maybe his mother was right. A little effort will make a friendship between the two of you blossom. After all, it’s a very essential thing when you are working together. But he can’t help but notice that after that night on the road with you, you were being a little more cautious than usual. As if you were walking on eggshells around him. He understands that you feel sorry for what happened, but he isn’t the type of person to dwell in the past now that you are still here in the present.

You have been very ignorant of the fact that he is trying to mend things between the two of you, and now that the project has almost come to an end, with Johnny seeing you as oblivious to his efforts, maybe he should try a bit harder.

If only you knew. If only the both of you knew how much you hoped something would happen that night when he drove you home. If only one of you asked something. But let us not dwell on what could have been; you are here, and this is the last day of construction. They are only installing the lights outside and painting the exterior walls. 

Like many other nights before, no one took the initiative. As always. The two of you might be so used to it by now.

The housewarming event came up next, and both of you knew this was your last chance. This marks the end of the project and the opportunity to mend the broken hearts you left each other with.

After working hard for years, you finally got the promotion you wanted. You proved yourself with a project they assigned you, and he was somehow involved too. But all the credit goes to you. You worked really hard to find the best supplier and design the house they wanted.

You've accomplished the first and final wish you made for him. Now, you don't owe him anything anymore. You designed his first house and have become a better version of yourself in the process. Perhaps that was the closure you needed—not just with him, but with yourself too.

And you were fine with just that. You didn’t want to expect anything anymore.

You made sure to greet all the people you worked with throughout this project, and you didn’t forget to express your gratitude to the team that supported you and showed patience every step of the way.

As you socialize with more people, Johnny, who has been observing you the entire time, has a genuine smile on his face. ‘Change looks good on you,’ he said to himself. He can’t help but be proud. He doesn't have any reason not to. You look the happiest right now, and as someone who knows all your dreams, this is a check in the box among many others. 

He made the right decision by picking you as his architect. Other than being good at what you do, he saw this project as an opportunity for you to really get what you want, and the reason why you ended things with him was growth. He knows how much you need that push in your life. He knows how much you need something to happen in your life. Even if it means losing you. Even if it means not being with you every step of the way, He is happy for you and the change you made in that one year.

Amidst the bustling crowd, you locked eyes with him and offered a smile, prompting him to raise his champagne glass in acknowledgment. With purpose, you made your way through the gathering until you stood beside him on the balcony of the freshly constructed house, both admiring the view of the garden below.

For several moments, silence enveloped you both, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

"Thank you for your brilliance, architect," he finally said, breaking the silence.

"It's my pleasure," you responded, the words carrying a sense of fulfillment.

"As an extra payment, can I take you out to lunch tomorrow?" His offer brimmed with confidence, breaking the quietude with a hint of anticipation.

“How could I ever say no to that, Mr. Suh? ”

[nonuwhore]

parabens pelo blog,nonu!adorei o evento pra comemorar,quero contribuir fazendo um pedido com o johnny e os números 1 e 28.gosto muito do seu blog,de coração.é o meu favorito de todo o tumblr🫶🏻

GRANDE EVENTO DE 1 ANO DE ANIVERSÁRIO DO NONUWHORE!!!! 🥳🥳🥳

“Tô muito afim de te provocar hoje.” + “Você acha que aguenta?” contém: linguagem vulgar; menção a experiências ruins em outros relacionamentos da leitora; jaehyun, mark e haechan também são personagens; smut: servicetop!johnny; facesitting; superestimulação e menção a penetração; dirty talk.  nota da autora: como é bom escrever com o johnny, né? estava com saudade. acho que estou viciada em escrever service top, não sei o que fazer. espero que goste do resultado e muito obrigada pela paciência! <3

“Então tá. Mas nenhum homem gosta mesmo de fazer sexo oral assim.”

“Assim como?”, Jaehyun perguntou tentando ler seu rosto.

“Assim. Sentando na cara.”

O silêncio pairou por alguns momentos na sala, que até pouco tempo, era um emaranhado de vozes altas. Você encarou seus amigos como se acabasse de dizer que o céu era azul, como se lembrasse eles de uma informação que era óbvia e nenhum deles estava dando a devida atenção.

“Eu sei muito bem que vocês ficam dizendo isso por aí pra conseguir o que querem”, concluiu, dona de toda sabedoria do mundo, mastigando sua pipoca com orgulho.

Mark, Johnny, Haechan e Jaehyun se olharam, tomados por um choque esmagador até caírem em uma gargalhada conjunta, histérica. Seus olhos piscaram em uma velocidade diferente e você começou a perceber que talvez tivesse dito uma besteira. Talvez. Sua melhor amiga, sentada no colo de Mark balançava a cabeça pesarosamente de um lado para o outro como se dissesse “dessa nem eu consigo te salvar”.

“O que? Eu disse alguma mentira?”, você forjou uma voz ofendida, se xingando mentalmente pela sua boca gigantesca que sempre tentava parecer tão inteligente quando se sentia insegura. Matou a latinha de cerveja e se preparou para abrir outra enquanto sentia os olhos em você.

“De onde você tirou isso?”, Haechan era o que mais ria. Aquele tipo risada que se misturava ao choro, em um pedido de misericórdia, implorando pra que você o fizesse parar ou ele iria desmaiar.

“Cara…”, Jaehyun deu um gole na garrafa, ainda tentando controlar outra gargalhada que parecia vir se ele pensasse muito sobre que você tinha dito.

“‘Te falar um negócio. Acho que Johnny ‘tá certo, tu tá andando com os caras errados…”

“Gente! Por favor… Eu sou amiga de vocês há quantos anos? Não tentem mentir pra mim!”, você chamou o nome da sua amiga em uma nova tentativa de socorro e ela deu ombros.

“Amiga… Desculpa, mas é isso, não é porque alguns caras não quiseram te chupar que nenhum vai querer”, os dedos bagunçavam o cabelo de Mark enquanto tentava de aconselhar da maneira mais terna possível. Mas você era cabeça dura demais, não era?

“Olha pra eles! São um culto, eles nunca admitiriam na nossa frente!”

“A carne sempre cai do prato do vegano…”, mal dava pra ouvir a voz do Johnny, mas por algum motivo todo mundo prestou atenção. Haechan proferiu um “ihhh” arrastado e começou se levantar, arrumando a calça jeans e colocando o celular no bolso.

“Isso aqui-”, ele gesticulou para a bagunça de sacos de salgadinho vazios, latas, pipoca espalhada no chão e todos vocês, “‘tá ficando estranho. Vou meter o pé.”

Felizmente o assunto se dispersou e seus amigos passaram a fofocar sobre qualquer outro menos interessante. Você agradeceu aos céus, tanto pela vergonha que tinha acabado de passar quanto pelo caminho que ela estava tomando. Aos poucos eles foram indo embora e você ficou sozinha no seu apartamento novamente. 

Você tinha perdido seu BV pra ele. Era constrangedor e irritante, mesmo que vocês agora fossem adultos com experiências das mais diversas possíveis, você ainda se sentia meio envergonhada, embaraçada, tímida perto dele, principalmente quando o grupo falava sobre esse tema. Aquela energia de quem já tinha comido essa vizinhança e as outras também não ajudava. Você e Mark com certeza foram os mais conservadores em relação à escolha de parceiros sexuais do grupo de amigos, enquanto Johnny, dentre todos os meninos, que também não eram nenhum pouco santos, parecia não ponderar muito sobre onde ou em quem deveria enfiar o próprio pau. Muitas piadas já tinham sido feitas, tanto sobre você quanto sobre seu amigo mais novo, e várias delas vindas daquele que tinha a vida sexual bastante agitada. 

“Você só se envolve com moleque, né?” ou “dedo podre do caralho, garota!”, comentários assim eram feitos com frequência sobre os caras com quem você ficava, que foram pouquíssimos, e sobre os dois relacionamentos que você teve. Você não podia culpá-lo, o primeiro terminou com você depois de três meses por mensagem e o segundo simplesmente desapareceu, assim, de um dia pra noite. Enquanto varria o chão da sala você se lembrou de como os dois pareciam tão desinteressados sexualmente em você, não mais como uma lembrança dolorida, mais como algo sobre o que você só se tinha dado conta agora.

“Filhas da puta!”, você se apoiou na vassoura, levemente indignada, mas também resignada. Aquilo não importava mais, o que Johnny disse mais cedo pulsava na sua cabeça e algumas outras lembranças começaram brotar, como do dia que ele te deu o seu primeiro beijo, como ele tinha sido tão doce e meio desastrado e como depois que terminou você gritou, mandando ele nunca mais te dirigir palavra, correndo porta afora da antiga casa dele. Recordou também, como anos depois, entre um relacionamento e outro, você o beijou em uma balada chatíssima que todo o grupo tinha ido, porque você estava entediada e bêbada e proibiu ele de tocar no assunto em qualquer outra situação. Esse voltava de vez em quando, principalmente sobre como ele tinha te segurado, tão delicadamente, e como gosto dele era algo muito diferente de todos os outros.

A última memória, por fim, te fez ficar triste. Essa de quando você começou a namorar o segundo cara e sua amiga te chamou de idiota. “Você é tão tonta. Não consegue enxergar o negócio acontecendo na frente do seu nariz!”. Na época você achou que ela falava do cara, que era um otário, de fato, mas agora a situação ganhava uma nova interpretação. Será que você e Johnny tinham perdido o timing? Será que você, no auge da sua desatenção, tinha perdido o timing? Johnny não prestava, você sabia, sabia de todas as histórias que nunca vinham diretamente dele, mas que ele também não fazia questão nenhuma de esclarecer. Ele naturalmente gostava que a fama dele o precedesse, principalmente porque não gostava de se apegar e isso seu amigo sempre deixava bastante evidente. 

Você tentou não pensar nisso, tentou não sofrer por algo que nem tinha acontecido, “era uma piada, ele gosta de se aparecer” era a ideia da qual você tentava se convencer e acima de tudo, tentava parar de pensar em Johnny Suh. Só que o celular dele, com aquela capinha feia de skate que ele tinha há mil anos, na pia do seu banheiro, não ajudou muito. Respirou fundo, já imaginando que ele provavelmente teria que voltar para buscar e você teria interagir com ele. Pensou em ligar para Jaehyun, já que Johnny tinha ido no carro dele, mas sua campainha tocou. “Falando no diabo…”

Johnny estava encostado no batente da porta com aquele sorriso tranquilo e bastante autoconsciente de sempre, o cabelo longo antes solto, agora estava preso com em um pequeno coque com alguns soltos na parte de baixo. 

“Opa. Eu esqueci meu-”

Você balançou o celular com uma falsa expressão de desapontamento no rosto. Ele te devolveu com uma risadinha sem graça e pegou o aparelho. Se colocou completamente de pé, arrumando a jaqueta e esperou por algo que te fez estranhar por um momento. Ah.

“Não vai me convidar pra entrar, não?”

Wow. Estava acontecendo, algo que você só tinha ouvido falar, estava acontecendo bem na frente dos seus olhos. Johnny Suh estava flertando com você. Você queria tanto rir, dar uma gargalhada gostosa e alta, porque era a única forma de entender o que estava acontecendo e, acima de tudo, como você estava se sentindo sobre isso. No final, se limitou a abrir espaço e deixá-lo entrar novamente. 

O mais velho foi direto para o sofá e se jogou nele, mexendo no celular e rindo sobre algo que parecia muito empolgante. Você ficou sem jeito de novo, porque agora sua cabeça não conseguia parar de pensar no que tinha acontecido e nele daquela forma.

“Quer beber mais alguma coisa?”, perguntou com uma voz que soou estranha e te fez revirar os olhos pra si mesma. 

“Não, valeu”, respondeu sem tirar os olhos da tela. Ele estava agindo normalmente, esse era o típico Johnny, estava tudo certo, você era a estranha da situação. Precisava colocar sua cabeça no lugar o mais rápido possível. Sentou-se ao lado dele no sofá grande e também olhou as mensagens no seu telefone, percebeu que ele estava rindo do grupo de amigos de vocês que aparentemente ainda estava conversando naquela hora da noite. Mark tinha colocado o endereço errado no Uber e eles estavam em algum lugar bastante aleatório. 

“Você ficou chateada?”, Johnny quebrou o silêncio do nada, ainda descendo um feed de alguma rede social. 

“Hum?”, você respondeu também sem dar muita atenção.

“Com aquele negócio.”

Você o olhou, torcendo pra que ele não estivesse falando do que ele estava falando. “Que negócio?”

“Você sabe… Todo o lance do sexo oral e-”

“Ah, sei, sei. Hum, não fiquei, não”, fingiu pouco caso enquanto se forçava a abrir vários aplicativos e parecer ocupada, até porque não estava chateada, estava de orgulho ferido, coisas completamente diferentes, mas que seria impossível explicar na situação que você estava.

“Tudo bem ficar chateada, eles deram uma exagerada-”

“Eu não tô chateada!’, você o encarou, ríspida, parecendo muito estar chateada. “Desculpa, não é isso.. É só… Deixa quieto”, você forçou um sorriso. Johnny largou o celular e apoiou a cabeça no encosto fofinho do sofá, te observando. Você respirou fundo. “Só tô me sentindo um pouco idiota, ok? O que é normal. E não sobre o que aconteceu hoje, mas os eventos que me trouxeram até aqui, entende?”

“Perfeitamente”, a voz dele aconchegante e te dava vontade de falar mais.

“É um saco ter que admitir pra mim mesma que você ‘tava certo esse tempo todo.”

“Sobre o que exatamente?”, perguntou, tão inocentemente que você quase acreditou. 

“Não me enche, ok?”, você riu e ele riu junto, o olhar antes calmo sendo substituído por um brincalhão, investigativo.  

“Desculpa, é que eu tô muito afim de te provocar hoje”

Que canalha. Você sabia exatamente sobre o que ele estava falando, exatamente. Aquele risinho de quem sabe que sobre o que você estava pensando até agora, de quem tem consciência das próprias habilidades, de quem sabe que você só precisa de um empurrão pra pular. Johnny te olhava completamente ciente de que você estava tão curiosa quanto ele e de que você queria jogar. Ele nunca esteve tão certo, mas era estranho seu amigo estar fazendo aquele tipo de movimento com você.

“Me provocar sobre o que? Seus amigos já não provocaram o suficiente?”

“Você já entendeu que nenhum desses caras te valorizam ou sequer mereciam te tocar,” o sofá parecia pequeno agora, você não tinha notado o quanto ele tinha se aproximado de você, “só falta sacar que tem gente que arrastaria um caminhão pra conseguir ter uma chance com você.”

“Tem gente?”, você perguntou, entrando na onda, se deixando ser envolvido naqueles clichês tão batidos, mas que vindos de Johnny pareciam tão diferentes. Droga, você queria, é óbvio que queria, queria esse tempo todo e não tinha percebido ou se deixado perceber.

A mão dele segurou sua nuca, trazendo seu rosto para mais próximo do dele. Seu corpo se arrepiou por completo, talvez pelo hábito quente dele tocando sua pele, talvez pelo toque firme que começava a te embrenhar no seu cabelo, talvez por toda a energia que Johnny exalava, tão masculina, tão penetrante, tão inebriante. Seus músculos formigavam quando ele te beijou delicado, muito parecido com aquele primeiro que ele tinha te dado, e aos poucos se tornou sexual, quente. Você ofegava, porque silenciosamente implorava por mais, segurando a barra da camisa dele, enfiando sem vergonha a língua dentro da boca. Ouviu uma risada com ares de surpresa dele e sentiu seu orgulho sendo ferido mais uma vez naquela noite, mas ao mesmo tempo você não poderia se importar menos. Queria sentir aquilo, encontrar o mundo novo, queria Johnny.

“Você acha que aguenta?”, a voz dele saiu rouca, a respiração completamente plena, e por um segundo você se perguntou do que ele estava falando. “Acha que vai conseguir viver numa boa depois disso?”, o polegar segurava seu queixo enquanto os outros dedos circulavam seu pescoço, sem aplicar pressão, pois não precisava, tinha ciência que só o toque dele te manteria no lugar. 

 “Você vai fazer isso comigo mesmo? Sério?”, você quase implorou, tentou manter seu tom o mais estável e convencido possível, mas parecia falso como plástico. 

“Não, meu bem, não vou”, Johnny segurou sua cintura e te ajudou a sentar no colo dele, as mãos passearam pelo seu corpo enquanto ele olhava todos seus detalhes, pensando por onde deveria começar, ou talvez forçando a si mesmo a manter um certo nível de civilidade. Tirou sua blusa, o sutiã em seguida e beijou seus seios, beijos afetuosos, lentos, analisando com um olhar parecido a uma adoração, uma prece. “Você merece alguém que te queira como um doido e eu vou ser esse alguém hoje. Você vai gostar do jeitinho que eu faço”, disse, fazendo seu coração se apertar e em seguida sua garganta prender um gemido quando chupou seu mamilo com força, roçando os dentes enquanto segurava pela base e imprimia apertos cuidadosos.

“Johnny…”, chamou baixinho e segurou os fios longos do cabelo, o assistindo se deliciar com a sua pele e de vez em quando te encarar com aqueles olhos redondos e cheios de um prazer extraordinário. Você estava assombrada, a cabeça girando pelos estímulos, pela visão de cima do seu amigo, roçando sua intimidade inconsciente nas coxas cobertas pelo linho à procura de alívio.  A cada vez que esbarrava o volume que já estava ali desde que você tinha subido nele, desejava mais que ele estivesse dentro de ti.

“Johnny… Eu preciso…”, suplicou agora sem nenhum peso na consciência, sem nenhuma interferência do seu ego. 

“Eu sei do que você precisa. Vem aqui”, ele tirou sua calça e deitou-se completamente no sofá, puxando sua cintura até a altura do rosto.

“Espera, a gente não precisa fazer isso…”, você entendeu o que ele pretendia fazer e sentiu por um segundo que fazia por pena.

“Mas eu quero. Quero você sentada na minha cara, suas coxas me sufocando… Por favor”, os dedos se entrelaçaram o dele e ele te ofereceu uma expressão sincera de pedido. “Eu quero te dar isso-” disse, te ajudando a subir no sofá de novo e se posicionar, uma perna de cada lado, “Quero ser o primeiro a te dar isso, quero ver tua perna bamba depois que te fizer gozar”, prometeu, beijando o interior das suas coxas e esperando o sinal.

Você segurou as mãos dele novo, assentiu rapidamente, dividida em acreditar que aquilo estava acontecendo de verdade e tomando coragem pra não desistir. Johnny deslizou o nariz pelos lábios que escondiam seu ponto sensível, não era mais provocação, não era mais um jogo, era como se te preparasse para a enxurrada de sensações que viriam daqui pra frente. Distribuiu beijinhos ao redor da sua vulva, aproveitando também o presente que era pra você, e por fim deslizou a língua molhada e quente por toda extensão. Seu gemido se desprendeu, apertou os dedos dele assustada, maravilhada. Ele repetiu o movimento, agora mais devagar, mapeando os cantos e os meandros, e juntou o lábio em um biquinho, chupando o aquele ponto da sua pele que pulsava. Se concentrou nele, fazendo movimentos circulares rápidos, revezando com mais chupões, demorados, com vontade. Apertava sua bunda ao mesmo tempo, como se tentasse te obrigar a liberar o peso das pernas, a sentar de uma vez, mas você estava receosa, não queria machucá-lo, nem que ele perdesse o ar.

“Pode sentar. Tá tudo bem.”

“Eu vou gozar, não vou conseguir me segurar”, respondeu entre arfares.

Johnny riu e riu claramente da sua inocência.

“Relaxa, deixa que eu penso nisso. Vai, rebola na minha cara, me usa”, e abriu um pouco mais sua perna, fazendo com que você inevitavelmente grudasse a entrada molhada na boca dele, que sem perder tempo voltou a chupa-la, agora com mais velocidade, a estimulando com sede. 

Foi o suficiente para que você fechasse os olhos com força e liberasse um gemido arrastado e longo. As mãos entrelaçadas te deram sustentação e certa segurança que ele estava aproveitando aquilo tanto quanto você, até mesmo quando você fez exatamente o que ele tinha pedido, o usando, movimentando sua cintura para frente e para trás, tirando a maior quantidade de fricção dos lábios dele que conseguia. E ele gemia, tão alto quando você, as ondas sonoras ajudando também a te fazer gozar intensamente. 

Johnny não entendeu isso, entretanto, como o fim. Continuou sugando a região, dessa vez com a língua toda para fora, em círculos maiores, mais rápidos, praticamente movimentando a cabeça de um lado para outro. Você sentiu outro orgasmos nascer no seu baixo ventre, ao mesmo tempo que sentia a sensibilidade dos seus músculos que acabaram de fazer um esforço tremendo. 

Largou as mãos e segurou os cabelos, com força e quando olhou Johnny, ele sorria com os olhos, já que a boca estava ocupada. Desgraçado, ele sabia o que estava fazendo e estava fazendo de propósito. Você queria xingá-lo dos nomes mais terríveis possíveis, por estar forçando outro orgasmo, mas ao mesmo tempo seu corpo não te obedecia. Sua cintura rebolava instintivamente, quero aceitar o que ele estava te dando.

“Mais uma vez pra mim amor, só mais um”, você ouviu a voz abafada dele e em seguida sentiu a língua resvalar pela intimidade completamente encharcada de novo, a sensação de relaxamento completo atingir seu corpo todo e sua visão ficar turva. Seu gemido era um chiado dolorido, de um deleite perturbado, mas tão bom que se soltou dele e se apoiou no braço do sofá. Johnny te colocou deitada de costas no sofá, te ajudando a controlar a respiração entrecortada, acariciando seu rosto. 

“Que porra é essa?”, você perguntou, rindo, tentando arrumar os cabelos presos à testa. 

“Isso é uma das coisas que você ‘tá perdendo se envolvendo com esses idiotas”, respondeu desafivelado a calça bem a altura do seu olhos, te dando uma visão privilegiada do membro pesado dentro da cueca que já tinha uma mancha molhada e o local transparente. Sua boca salivou. 

Você levou rapidamente seu olhar ao dele, tentando esconder a felicidade. “Uma das?”

Johnny puxou suas pernas na direção dele, agora apenas suas costas estavam seguras pelo sofá. Desceu a última peça que o cobria e posicionou um tornozelo em cada ombro. Você sentiu a glande tocar a sua entrada e se contorceu, os dentes travados enquanto soltava um arzinho entre eles.   

“Uhum. Você ainda tem vários outros tópicos pra dominar.” 

[lavendersuh]

oh my, oh my god 단 너뿐이야

johnny x female reader | college!au, strangers to lovers | 3.9k words

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of alcohol and partying

after a much needed kpop hiatus, i am back and more delusional than ever :D i have so many ideas and wips rn... can't wait to share more with y'all! i would like to dedicate this fic to @sehunniepot bc nikki has been right there next to me in my delusion and been a huge motivation to get back into writing eeee i hope u enjoy!! *title is from "omg" by newjeans!!*

༻ ✧✧✧ ༺

oh my, oh my god, 예상했어 나

i was really hoping that he will come through...

༻ ✧✧✧ ༺

“Just go for it! If it goes horribly, you can blame being drunk and pretend it never happened at all!”

You looked back at your friend, grinning lazily at you from the couch she was perched on. She was a lot more extraverted than you in general, but with alcohol in her system? She was capable of anything.

You? You, you maybe not so much.

With another glance over at the man messing around with the sound system spreading music throughout the house, you saw he was deep in concentration. One hand typed on the laptop keyboard while the other held a red solo cup you assumed held some type of alcohol. His hair was falling in his face as he gazed at the screen, and he wore a shirt tucked into jeans. He looked good in those jeans. 

You flushed at the thought of going over to talk to him, but your friends seemed determined to encourage you to go for it. They had been on a long spiel about how you weren’t ever going to date anyone if you only waited around for others to make a move. You could make the first move! You just feared making a fool of yourself in front of someone you would see two days a week for the rest of the semester. 

Johnny Suh sat three rows behind you in your Monday-Wednesday English lecture, and he probably had to be the most attractive man you have ever seen in your life. 

Okay, that was most likely an exaggeration, but he was a beautiful man. Tall, dark hair, and a good sense of style was the perfect combination for attraction to bloom. You felt giddy just thinking about him.

Too bad you didn’t really know anything about him other than the fact that he sat in the same seat every single week. 

He looked different in this atmosphere though. He seemed more relaxed, and since he was messing around with the music system like he knew exactly what he was doing even with a little alcohol in his system, you assumed he belonged to this frat and lived in this house. You had once seen him walk into class with a fraternity symbol across his sweatshirt, but you were never good at remembering what all those Greek symbols meant. 

While he looked more relaxed, seeing Johnny in a non-academic setting was also extremely intimidating. You were only a few drinks in, mildly tipsy at best, but the alcohol made you warm, and even the idea of not being sober gave you a little confidence. Maybe you could do this.

You could walk over there and make conversation. Get to know him. You could maybe even ask him out for coffee or lunch before class one day. Like your friend said, if things go south, you could always blame the alcoholic atmosphere of a Saturday night frat party. 

“Okay,” you said, as you watched your friends raise their eyebrows at you, “I’ll go do it. Maybe get me a drink just in case it doesn’t go well.” 

Your two friends cheered as you turned around to walk through the small crowd to Johnny. Moving around made you realize you were a little more drunk than you had thought while sitting down, but you were determined at this point. The alcohol would hopefully make you a little loose, break you out of your shell a little bit. 

Johnny took a drink from his red cup as he surveyed the upcoming queued songs for the next hour. Once you were only a few steps away from him, you slowed down as your nerves kicked into high gear. There was a pang of anxiety that shot through your chest at the thought of actually talking to him. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. 

You were three seconds from turning around when his gaze found yours. You must have looked like a deer in headlights in the dimly illuminated air of the frat house, but getting noticed gave you a little spike of determination.

“Hey,” you spoke up as you stepped a little closer, “Johnny, right?” Not the best start, but at least it was something.

“Yeah…” he replied, giving you a slightly suspicious look. It made you realize he probably had no clue who the fuck you were. There were over a hundred people in your class, and it was actually extremely likely that he had never noticed you before.

The alcohol running warm in your veins kept you going though. “I’m Y/N. We’re in the same English class.” 

You offered up a small smile, hoping you don’t seem weird as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. His eyes changed a little and you could tell that he at least recognized the academic correlation.

“Oh, hi.” 

It was clear that he was still sort of lost on why you were talking to him. You knew you needed to play it off to lessen the damage and actually attempt to make a conversation out of this interaction. He was just so nice-looking, it made you sort of just want to stare at him in admiration for the rest of the night.

“Um, sorry I came up to you, I don’t normally do this,” you explained to him, “I’ve just seen you around, and I’m a few drinks in, and my friends told me to stop waiting for shitty dudes to approach me— I should go up to them; it's a whole thing.”

You knew you had a tendency to ramble sometimes, but at least you were talking— at least something was happening. You reminded yourself that talking about something, anything, was better than just being silent. 

The only issue was, rambling was not the best way to communicate.

“Are you calling me a shitty dude?” he asked, giving you a raised brow.

The panic settled in, and you knew your eyes grew wide from how he was looking at you right now. It only lasted a moment before his face broke out into a lighthearted grin.

“I’m just joking around,” he stated, tucking his hands into his jeans, “So what’s this ‘whole thing’ about the shitty guys anyways?”

You were flooded with relief that he was only kidding around, and also that you might actually have a chance at a conversation, no matter how strange it was.

“Oh, well I haven’t really dated anyone for that long, and it's because I always date the dudes that approach me, and I’m never attracted to any of them. So it never goes anywhere,” you explained in what was most likely too much detail. “My one friend saw this TikTok that was like, you need to go up to people you like if you want to be with someone you’re actually attracted to.”

“So… you’re attracted to me?” Johnny replied.

You felt yourself tense at his words, finding yourself flustered under his gaze that had suddenly become a bit more intense than you had remembered it being a few minutes ago. You felt like you could melt under his stare, and you knew your mouth was probably open in bewilderment. You coughed lightly to clear your throat, moving your gaze to somewhere on the wall behind him to avoid his eyes for a moment.

“Uhh, yeah, I, uh, have a classroom crush on you,” you stated, trying to keep your voice steady. Maybe if you faked your way to confidence, he wouldn’t notice the way you felt like your heart might explode from your chest with how wildly it was beating.

Johnny leaned back against the wall you both had been standing near, letting a lazy smile come over his face. “And what’s a classroom crush?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was enjoying himself but humoring him anyways, “You know. When you think someone’s cute in your class but you don’t really know anything about them because all you see is them in class.”

At the mention of class, you recalled the fact that after this encounter you would have to walk into class on Monday and see this man in front of you. The idea filled you with embarrassment. You had been slowly digging your own grave, and you were suddenly letting your eyes wander, thinking of a way to just get out of this without embarrassing yourself more.

Johnny made a noise of understanding, drawing your attention back to him, “Oh yeah, I get that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he grinned at you, “I actually have a classroom crush, too.”

“Oh?” 

Oh.

“Mhm,” he nodded as he rubbed his hand over his chin for a brief moment, “There’s this girl in my Monday-Wednesday lecture. She sits a few rows in front of me, but she occasionally turns around a little bit and sometimes I catch her staring at me. She’s so cute when she looks away all embarrassed about it.”

Your eyes went wide as you realized, fuck, oh fuck, that’s you, fuck, he noticed you.

“Oh yeah?” you gulped out. You looked down at his drink, “Can I have some of that?”

He offered the cup to you, letting out a mention that it was strong, but you took a big drink anyways, relishing in the way the alcohol burned going down. You looked back up to see him with a small, little smile on his face directed at you, as he watched you with an amused gleam in his eye.

You swore his smile could melt your insides entirely. “So,” he began, “What happens with a classroom crush, typically?”

The liquid courage from the alcohol had your mouth talking before your brain could really keep up with it.

“I usually just daydream and make up scenarios in my head during class to waste time, and then it kinda fizzles out after a while, usually when the semester is over.”

How were you acting so calm when you felt like you should be freaking the fuck out on the inside. Have you really been saying all of these things out loud? Your words came to an abrupt halt as you stared up at the man just a bit away from you. 

“Have you ever thought about asking the person out?” Johnny asked, his words coming out with a little teasing in his tone. 

You smiled weakly at him, “I guess that’s what I was trying to do with this whole conversation, but I’m just very bad at this.”

Johnny let out a little laugh. “I think you’re doing great. We are talking after all, aren’t we?”

You were grateful that he seemed to not be rejecting you, but you were curious as to what was going on in his head.

“I’m being so dumb right now,” you laughed it off, “I can at least partially blame the alcohol, but I’m just new to this. Hopefully it makes your night a little more interesting.”

“Yeah, you are interesting.” he paused for a seemingly dramatic effect, leaning in closer to you, “I like it.”

He smiled as he glanced from you to the laptop next to him. You had forgotten about the laptop, and the music, and even the party and people around you. You felt lost in the conversation that was happening between the two of you. 

He crouched on the floor to look better at the laptop that was set up on the low table, and he motioned for you to join him. All that was on the screen was the music queue, but you leaned in a little too close to get a better look at the words on the screen. 

Getting so close to the screen also meant being nearer to Johnny, and when you looked over at him, your faces were closer than you had thought they were. Being so close, you could smell his cologne. The new scent registered in your brain, and it made you realize just how much you had learned about Johnny in the past few minutes.

You had clearly been the one talking more, but you were kind of proud of yourself for even getting this far. You had never really talked to one of your classroom crushes outside of class, not even for group presentations, and being in Johnny’s presence just made you like him even more.

“Do you wanna keep making my night interesting?” he asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

“Oh!” His words bring out your flustered state again, and you jump back and stand up from where you both had been crouching on the floor. “Um, I’m not really comfy doing anything like that tonight--”

“No!” he interrupted, standing up as well while rubbing the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean it like that…. Just, do you want to keep hanging out? I think the guys set up beer pong outside so you could come watch with me?”

As you saw Johnny sputtering a bit from the mix-up, you felt yourself calm down knowing that he was also capable of being thrown off his rhythm. His words ignited butterflies in your stomach. 

“Yeah, sure!”

“Do you, uh, want to go talk to your friends real quick?” he gestured over to your friends across the room, and you looked over to see them trying hard to seem like they weren’t watching the entire encounter, even though they clearly were. You flushed with wide eyes, embarrassed that they were being so obvious. 

“Um, yeah,” you tried to laugh it off, “I’ll meet you in the kitchen?”

He gave you a reassuring smile, “Sure.”

You walked over to your friends, who were all grinning at you like idiots and letting out a few victory cheers. Despite your embarrassment, you couldn’t help but feel happy seeing how goofy and supportive your friends were being. They attacked you with an array of questions.

“Tell us everything!”

“Does he seem interested?”

“Did you ask him out?”

“I keep making a fool of myself,” you replied, “But he doesn’t seem put off by it— I think he might think I’m cute.”

“Yes you are!” one of your friends said, “And he’s so hot!!” 

She pinched your cheeks and you ducked away, rolling your eyes at their drunken antics. You bid them goodbye and slipped through the party to find the kitchen. 

Johnny stood over by the fridge, sipping from a beer can and smiled when his eyes met yours. He offered you a drink, and you accepted a seltzer from the fridge. He gestured toward the back deck, leading you through the back door with his hand on the small of your back. The light touch didn’t go unnoticed, leaving your cheeks warm despite the cold air. 

The two of you stood near the railing to watch a few guys play pong. You sipped your seltzer, aware of Johnny’s arm brushing yours as he greeted others hanging around the game.

Johnny was completely at ease here, leaning against the railing with his arm almost around you, his hand brushing your waist. It almost felt like this was a normal occurrence for the both of you. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he did this often. You watched the game and the people around you silently for a while, basking in the world of Johnny and his friends that you somehow got wrapped up in, even just for a moment.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Johnny slid his arm up to the small of your back. His hand was big and warm even through the fabric of your shirt. 

He ducked down closer to your ear, “Hey, you okay?”

His eyes peered into yours, a look of genuine interest crossing his face. You smiled back at him. 

“Yeah, I just haven’t been to a party in a while,” you replied, hoping your nerves can be explained away. He didn’t need to know how affected you were by his casual touches.

“Nothing a drink can’t fix,” he said, clinking your cans together with a silly grin on his face. It seemed he knew you were nervous, as he experimented with his touch and kept you close without being overbearing. His casual nature made you even more relaxed.

You went back to watching the increasingly intense game of beer pong, but it was hard to concentrate when you could feel Johnny’s fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. You snuck a look up at him, and while he wasn’t looking down at you, his mouth perked into a smile like he knew you were watching. 

The game started to come to a close, with the crowd of people getting bigger and more rowdy. You turned your attention back to the game, watching as one of the guys sank the last cup, leading to an up-roar of cheers on the deck. You couldn’t help but cheer alongside everyone, raising your drink before taking a big sip.

Unfortunately for you, one of the more inebriated partygoers fell backwards into you, causing your drink to spill all over the front of your shirt. The guy didn’t even seem to notice you break his fall, standing up and running back into the crowd, leaving you with a big stain across your chest. 

Johnny grasped your forearms, making sure you were upright and okay, his eyes scanning over you to make sure you weren’t hurt. 

“Hey, come on, I’ll get you cleaned up,” he says, tucking his arm around your shoulders to guide you through the crowd.

The party is still going strong inside the house, with loud music and dim lights illuminating the swirl of bodies you walk through. Johnny leads you upstairs, which is a lot quieter, despite a few people roaming in and out of rooms. He takes you into the bathroom, gesturing for you to hop on the counter. 

He takes a towel from the linen closet, gently dabbing at the stain on your collarbone. His other hand rests on the counter next to you, before resting lightly on your hip to hold you steady.

You don’t think you’ve let out a single breath since he began, watching his face knot into a look of concentration. You wonder if he can hear your heart about to beat out of your chest. Other than the faint pounding of distant music and the buzz of the overhead light, there isn’t a sound to be heard.

His face is so close, you could count his eyelashes if you wanted to. A few strands of hair fall across his eyes and you find yourself wondering what those locks would feel like under your fingers. His hair looks soft.

You get caught up noticing how much he towers over you, distracted by your own thoughts as you gaze at him. You’re brought out of your reverie when his eyes catch yours, a smile appearing across his features. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, causing goosebumps to flutter up your spine. 

Johnny steps back and clears his throat, as if remembering himself. He looks down at his handiwork, his mouth quirking at the still-visible stain.

“I don’t think that stain’s coming out,” he says, “Hang on.”

He exits the bathroom for a moment, leaving you alone. You take a deep breath. This whole situation makes you feel like all the oxygen has been sucked out of your lungs.

He reappears less than two minutes later, holding a slate gray shirt that clearly belongs to himself. 

“You can put this on if you want,” he says, holding the material out to you. 

You don’t notice the bashful look on his face at the gesture, as you immediately start taking off your shirt to put on the replacement. You do however catch a glimpse at the way Johnny respectfully tries to look anywhere but your torso until you have his shirt on. 

You smile sheepishly once the fabric touches your skin. The shirt is way too big, with the sleeves coming down almost to your elbows. It smells faintly of him, and you look up to see him staring at you intently. You watched as his eyes traveled down the length of you before coming back up and settling on your lips.

“Is everything okay?” you ask, breaking through the silence that had settled over the both of you. 

Johnny clears his throat, “Oh, yeah,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, “You just, uh, look really good in my shirt…”

You can tell that your face is warm, but his confession emboldens you to take a small step toward him, gazing up at his face through your eyelashes. He meets you in the middle, placing his hands gently on your waist as he leans down and brings his lips to meet yours.

You gasp into the kiss, letting every emotion wash over you. His hands are warm as they wrap around you, bringing you close. You rest your hands on his shoulders, letting them wander over the expanse of his chest. 

He deepens the kiss, and your hands drift up into his hair. You almost moan at how soft it is. Johnny must know you’re holding back, moving his mouth to kiss down your neck as his hands wander under your shirt to caress your torso. You moan when he starts sucking on the tender skin beneath your ear. 

He groans when he hears you let out the sound, lifting you up and setting you on the counter in a rush. He steps between your legs, as your lips meet again, his mouth swallowing your sounds as you try to get closer by wrapping your legs around him.

His hands are close to fondling with your bra under his shirt you’re wearing, and you can feel the bulge in his pants as you let yourself grind against him.

“Johnny…” you mumble between kisses, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. The mumble of his name spurs him on.

You break apart eventually, breathing heavily as you gaze at his swollen lips. You can’t even imagine what you must look like at the moment. 

Johnny slowly removes himself from you and steps back to adjust his jeans with a sheepish look on his face. When he looks back up at you, it’s with a smile. 

“We should probably stop here,” he suggests, remembering how you mentioned not wanting to go too far tonight. “At least for now.”

You nod, your heart beating fast at the implication of seeing more of him in the future. He combs his fingers through your hair a bit to help make you more presentable, before reaching for your hand. 

The two of you head back downstairs, into the chaos of the party, and you find your friends dancing in the living room. They wave and let out some wolf whistles when they see you walking down the stairs hand-in-hand. 

You look back at Johnny, and he grins at your friends’ silly behavior, watching as they call you over. 

“It’s cool, I’m gonna go check the music queue,” he says, squeezing your hand one last time before letting go, “I’ll see you in class, yeah?”

You return his smile, “Yeah.”

“And maybe at the next party, too?” he asks with a hopeful tone. 

You nod before planting a quick kiss on his lips, leaving him speechless as you turn and slip into the crowd. 

When you reach your friends, you glance back to find Johnny back to the corner where you had first approached him. It almost felt like the last hour was a hazy dream, but when he looked up, his eyes found yours immediately, lingering with a small smile on his face. 

Not a dream, at all.

༻ ✧✧✧ ༺

[whiteteadreams]

Come Back to me

Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Non-Idol!Female Reader

Preview: “Ack, you’re crushing my spleen” although it was somewhat of a complaint, you still smiled through it, glad to feel him again. Glad he was with you again. 

“You don’t even know where your spleen is”. He chuckled and rolled over, taking you with him. With the new position you were laying on top of him, the ends of your hair tickling his face. Your hair acted like a curtain, blocking the both of you from the rest of the world, causing you to be in your own. Just the two of you. 

Looking into his eyes, you leaned your head down to capture his lips in a kiss that expressed everything. All the pent-up emotions of frustration, anger, missing each other, and love.

Word Count: 3.2k

Genre: Slice of Life, Established Relationship, Smut

Warnings: Fluff, smut, mature language/cursing, not 100% proofread, reader cries and Johnny tears up, the pov used to be 1st person but I switched it (there may be pov errors) 

Smut Warnings: somewhat protected sex (birth control but no condom), breeding, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby), light finger sucking, light possessiveness, dom Johnny, sub reader, very light humiliation and dumbification, squirting, edging, begging. he slaps her thigh once, degrading names, Johnny calls himself daddy once, if I missed anything let me know!

a/n- it took me a long ass time to write this one for some reason but changing the point of view from 1st person to 2nd really helped. I hope you enjoy this fluffy smutty Johnny fic. I miss that man sm oml, come home, the kids miss you.

“Yeah, yeah. I know Johnny but thank you for reminding me.” It was hard, always being away from him. He was off touring the world and living his dream, it just sucked having to go on with your life without him.

“Y/n? Y/n, are you there?” His voice rang through the other side of the phone. You sighed and forced a smile that he couldn’t see, “Yeah, I’m here. Johnny, I have to go, I’ll talk to you later”. You ended the call almost immediately, not letting him respond. You knew this wasn’t necessarily fair to him, but you were tired, and the only things running through your head that the moment were kicking off your shoes, eating, and then falling into your bed.

You were currently on your way from work when Johnny had called. Walking out of the office building, his face lit up the screen and normally you would’ve been ecstatic, but you weren’t really in the mood to talk but you also didn’t have the heart to ignore it. The calls honestly hurt worse than just texting, being able to hear his voice was like he was in the same room as you were but then the painful reality would hit, forcing you to remember that he was thousands of miles away from that room you were in.

The sight of your apartment building in the close distance caused you to feel the happiest you had all week. Speeding up your pace, you walked into the building, ignoring the group of boys failing at dancing in front of a phone, and beelined to the elevator. Once you made it to the elevator you reached in and pressed your floor’s button before you had even made it all the way inside.

There was a man standing next to you, looking like he was ready to pitch you an offer to sell you something, keeping your eyes straight ahead and away from the tall trench coat covered man, you watched the numbers at the top of the door increase. 2, 3, 4, one more to go.

Holding your breath in anticipation, praying the elevator would hurry up, you heard the man finally speak up. “Hello, would you like to join-” Ding! You prayed to whoever was watching over you and started walking away. “No thank you, I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling, and I don’t want to join your cult.” Leaving the metal box without sparing a glance at the salesman, or whatever he was. You weren’t normally this curt, often being praised for you polite mannerisms, but the only thing running through your aching head were those three thoughts from before.

A few more steps and you’ll be in the comfort of your own space, you’ll be home. The clicking of your heels started to annoy you and worsen your already throbbing headache. The numbers on the doors were starting to blur but you were able to make them out. 208, 209, 210. 211, home. The word home is more of a synonym for Johnny. You normally think of Johnny when you call your apartment home, but “home” seems lonelier without him there as well.

You spent an embarrassing four minutes trying to find your keys that you had carelessly tossed in your purse after locking your door that morning, you thought you would’ve learned your lesson by now, but you had given up when it didn’t cure itself naturally. You finally found them and put the key in the keyhole and turned.

The soft and furry feeling that met your calf was expected and very welcomed. “I’m home, Oliver” You smiled at the calm but ginger feline. The tenseness removed itself from your shoulders, neck, and back at the sight of the purring being but it quickly returned when you spotted a tall man facing your window, looking down at the city below.

“Now, why would you hang up on me?” Johnny turned and looked at you with a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. “M’sorry, I was just tired, and I couldn’t take hearing your voice but not being able to see and touch you.” With being able to read you better than yourself and the small hint of your words slurring, Johnny strode over to you in two large steps, he scooped you up in his arms.

Silently, he walked the both of you over to the couch and placed you down gently. Kneeling and removing the shiny heels that had been torturing your feet for the past eight hours, he looked up at you from his position. The position immediately filled your mind with thoughts that weren’t PG-13 and the feeling of being touch-starved wasn’t helping.

“Did you miss me, baby?” You nodded, your body not allowing you to speak, feeling as if the wind had gotten knocked out of your rapidly rising and falling lungs. “Do you want me to make you feel better? I’ll make you forget all about the day you’ve had. I’ll take care of you”. “Please Johnny, I’ve missed you so much” You whispered.

He smiled, aware of the effect he had on all parts of you. He started to reach around your waist to unzip the pencil skirt, but you were still seating, causing him to look up at you expectantly. Obeying his silent command, you lifted hips so he could remove the article of clothing. He tossed it to the side and looked back at you.

You were already breathing heavy, and you could tell your cheeks were flushed by the heat you felt radiating off of them. He got up from his kneeling position and leaned over you to set his lips level to yours, his lips ghosting yours. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?” He licked his lips, the tip of his tongue gliding across his bottom lip, as well as yours, which trembled at the contact.  

It took you a minute to respond, but Johnny was patient. You were lost looking into his eyes, not having of been able to truly look at him since the day he left. Instead of answering him you decided to just lean forward, capturing his bottom lip in between both of yours. Pulling him close, scared that he’ll leave again, he wrapped his arms around your plush thighs and picked you up with ease.

Without breaking the kiss, he led you to your shared room and placed your shaking body on the bed gently. He crawled over you, trapping you under him. But you didn’t mind because you felt safe in his arms, as long as you were with him, you would be okay, no matter the circumstance.

“I missed you, so much. You have no clue”, he placed a kiss on your jaw and placed his head in the junction of your neck. Before you knew it, he let his arms rest and placed all his weight on top of you.

“Ack, you’re crushing my spleen” although it was somewhat of a complaint, you still smiled through it, glad to feel him again. Glad he was with you again.

“You don’t even know where your spleen is”. He chuckled and rolled over, taking you with him. With the new position you were laying on top of him, the ends of your hair tickling his face. Your hair acted like a curtain, blocking the both of you from the rest of the world, causing you to be in your own. Just the two of you.

Looking into his eyes, you leaned your head down to capture his lips in a kiss that expressed everything. All the pent-up emotions of frustration, anger, missing each other, and love.

Pulling your legs up so they were caging in his torso, you then pulled your upper body up, so you were straddling him. Looking down at him, you unbutton each of the buttons of your work blouse. Johnny kept his hands on your hips, continuing to contently watch you.

Finishing your little show for him and tossing the shirt to the floor, left you in your bra and panties, you let your hands travel to the hem of his shirt, starting to bunch it up until he sat up a bit, so you were able to get it up and over his head. Now with messy hair, Johnny smiled at you and pulled you to his chest, so you were lying flat against it.

You just embraced each other for a minute, breathing the other in. Feeling your eyes well up with tears, caused by the overwhelming feeling of him. Just him, he’s the only one that could make you fall apart like this. No one else, only him.

Johnny held you closer, placing comforting kisses on your neck and shoulders as you quietly cried into his neck.

“Please don’t leave me again”, instead of answering he sighed, both of you knowing that your wish was almost impossible. He hated that you were crying, he hated it whenever you cried, especially when it was something that was because of him but still out of his control.

“I can’t promise that, but I promise that I’ll always come back to you. You and only you, because I love you”, his eyes were glossed over, being overcome with emotion too. You pulled back, giving him a watery smile, and leaned forward again to plant a kiss on his lips that he pulled into a slight smile.

But the sweet moment was ruined by Johnny slightly rolling his hips up to yours. You groaned and rolled your eyes, both in pleasure and annoyance.

“Way to ruin the moment John”, you smiled at him as he scoffed. “My beautiful girlfriend, who I have not seen in several months, is laying on top of me AND isn’t wearing any clothes, what was I supposed to do?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at your uncovered body and then to your face.

You smiled and bit your lower lip in order to try and hide said smile, but Johnny could still see through it. Giving him yet another kiss, you rolled your hips into his. His grip on you tighten, and as you gasped from the tightness of his hands on your hips, he took opportunity of your lips being parted to slip his tongue in between them.

This time the only reason you stopped the kiss was to breath, and after you both breathed in some air your lips met in the middle once again, sealing you together after being apart for so long. You felt the bed move as Johnny readjusted your position, him now straddling you.

You felt the warmth of his chest leave yours as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes. Everything was left bare and uncovered for your eyes and your eyes only. But then you saw Johnny turn his body towards your nightstand and open the top drawer.

Immediately knowing what he was getting caused you to speak up. “I wanna feel you tonight, Johnny. I want you to cum in me.” His smile turned into a smirk at your words, and he dropped the condom he had been holding back into the box and sauntered back over to your shaking figure. “You want me to put a baby in you? You want me to make you a mom?” He knew you were on the pill, but you guys had agreed to still use a condom as extra protection to prevent a child, your careers were your main priorities, besides from each other, at this moment of time. But you knew that if Johnny genuinely asked you to carry and birth his child, you would fold instantly.

He stood tall above you and paired with the smirk; he looked quite intimidating. He brought his hand up and ran it through your hair, to your jaw, and then traced your lips with his thumb. You looked up at him and parted your lips, taking his thumb in your mouth, you watched his expression as you swirled your tongue around the tip and suck on it, just like you would normally do with his cock. He just kept looking at you intently, specifically your lips as you played with his thumb. But of course, you got impatient.

“Johnny, need you. I need you in me. I’m so wet.” He laughed at your pleading and mounted on top of you, leaving you with little to no space to move. “I bet you are, you always get so wet, and it’s all for me, isn’t it? I’m the only one who can do this to you.”

His fingers trailed down to your hips and played with the band of your panties, and tugged them down a bit, enough for you to get the memo to lift your hips, which you did.

After removing them, Johnny could see strings of your arousal that were attached to your panties snap as he moved them down your thighs are further from your cunt. “You really are wet. My good girl.” You tried to close your legs, embarrassed by Johnny staring at your now dripping pussy. Of course it was caused because of him, and he knew that, and since he knew that he used it to his advantage.

“My baby is such a horny slut for me, all we did was some kissing and you’re making a mess on the bed. Might have to make you clean that up later.” The feeling of your arousal on the sheets was unpleasant, cold, sticky, and humiliating.

“Ah don’t be embarrassed, you didn’t know any better, your little cunt just drips for me whenever I’m around, doesn’t it? Yeah, it does, I know it does, I see how you always tense your thighs hoping to be able to get yourself off under the table with just a little friction.” You felt hot even though the room was cold, your nipples pebbled once Johnny ripped off your bra, and when he saw them hard, he flicked one and then pinched the other. You yelped but Johnny just kept talking, “but no matter how much pressure you put on that little pussy, or how deep you get your fingers, you never cum do you? No, because I am the only one that can make that sweet cunt cream.”

Johnny laughed at you and moved his cock up and down through your wet slit, lubing up his fat tip so it would be able to just slide into your wanton hole. Whenever his tip would catch your entrance, you would gasp and roll your hips, trying to suck his cock into you, but the man above you would just chuckle and call you an eager slut, which you were. "With you being such a brat and impatient, should I even fuck you? Or should I just leave you here to sit in your own mess, continuing to drip while I go on with my day."

Him not fucking you was something you wouldn't be able to bare. "Please Johnny, I want you to fuck me. I need it please, I need to feel your big cock in my wet pussy, I love it so much. I want you to use my hole and cum in it and put a baby in me please, please pl-" your rambling and begging was cut off by a scream.

Johnny lined his cock up with your hole and bottomed out immediately, not giving you any time to adjust before he was pulling almost all the way out, just leaving the tip in, and then slamming his hips against yours. His tip met the spot deep within you that made you see stars and since he kept doing that, you didn't think you'd be able to last.

"So fucking tight, I love your cunt, how warm and small it is, and how I own it. I can do whatever I want with it, with you." His eyebrows were furrowed as he watches his cock disappear and then reappeared in between you two. You could hold your neck up long enough to focus on what he was so entranced by. You were starting to feel tired, and your vision was blurring, your throat hurt from the constant stream of moans and screams that left your mouth, but your ears seemed to focus in on the sound of Johnny's hips meeting yours and how much wetness was down there.

"Johnny, m’gonna cum." He started shaking his head before he answered verbally. "No, you're going to wait for me so we can cum together and if you can't do that I'll pull out and you won't be able to cum at all." "Johnny-" you whined but Johnny just slapped your thigh harshly.

If you hadn't been so far away from each other, you would've been worried, but Johnny hadn't been able to feel you for months, and now that he has the luxury again, he wasn't going to last either. His hips already losing rhythm and the speed quickening, gave you hope of being able to wait for him.

"Pussy so good, gonna cum in it, make you a mommy and me a daddy. How does that sound baby, me, a daddy?" You were concentrated on not coming without him, so you just mindlessly nodded along to everything he said. The walls of your pussy were tightening around his length, and he was getting closer and closer to the edge that you were already on, just holding on for him.

"You're so pretty baby, I'm almost there, you're doing so good. Just a little longer and then you can cum." A vein in his neck became more prominent and his bottom lip had started bleeding from him biting it. "Okay baby, I'm gonna cum, cum with me, you can do it."

With his permission you were able to let go and allow the bubble in you to burst, you cried out as your vision turned white when you felt his cum fill you. You came harder than you ever had, as well as longer and when your eyes opened you saw Johnny sitting there with a sinister look on his face with a knowing smirk. You didn't understand what the expression was for, but Johnny's gaze was fixated on your throbbing pussy. But yours was now fixated on his abs, that were covered in something other than his sweat.

"What-" "You squirted baby, all over me." That isn't what you had expected, and you felt self-conscious, you started to close in on yourself and looking around the bed for something you could cover yourself with. "No no no, baby, that was so fucking hot. Wanna make you do it again." His lips found their way to yours in hopes of calming you down and while you were thinking he was going to plant you a gentle peck, it was aggressive and hot.

Moaning again when Johnny nipped at your lip, he smiled at you and looked back down to your pussy. "Y'know, I wasn't joking about wanting to make you do that again and I have to make sure we get my baby in you. You think you're up for another one?"

Regaining your confidence, you smiled and nodded. Johnny leaned back in, but he was caught off guard when he felt you hook your leg around his lower back and flipped him onto his back, switching your spots so you were on top. "We can do that, but I want to make you beg now."

[ncityprincess]

how johnny is in bed

johnny x female reader

MDNI

-knows his strengths and uses them accordingly

-dom leaning, but loves to humor you from time to time and let’s you try to run the show

-it always ends with him back in control, just how he likes it

-very playful lover

-he sees you as his prey but goes about it in a fun and playful way

-loves a little bit of a chase

-i honestly feel like he would love to have a lover with a more curvy figure

-more places for him to caress his strong hands against

-more surface area for him to work with

-plenty of opportunities to grip your body

-physical touch is a major love language for him

-lovessss your boobs. could watch them bounce up and down for hours

-whether you’re on top, underneath him, or being bent over, he can’t help but spend a little extra attention on your breasts

-would be a massive tease

-loves to get you riled up with dirty talk in a condescending, sickly sweet voice

-aww where does my sweet baby need me to touch her?

-meanwhile he’s stroking his fingers everywhere but the sensitive spot you need him most

-foreplay is a must

-he needs to make you come at least once before he penetrates you

-loves fucking you when you’re extra wet

-his favorite positions are ones where he can stare deeply into your eyes

-loves to pound you missionary with your legs on his shoulders

-love how much you squirm in this position because of how deep he’s going

-presses his forehead against yours and looks at your face screwed up in pleasure

-he’s also partial to you laying on top of him while he plants his feet into the mattress and jackhammers up into you

-loves making you flustered and riled up

-he absolutely loves seeing this rare, fucked out side of you that no one gets to see but him

-will purposely do things like thrust really hard and deep randomly after setting a soft, steady pace for a while, just to hear your little squeals of surprise

-very slight sadist tendencies if you close your right eye and tilt your head a lil

-but you’re still his precious little baby <3

-sends you cheeky little smirks and winks to lighten up the atmosphere

-cums with a deep, loud groan

-he likes to cum on your cute little tummy

-and on your boobs of course

-holds you close after he pulls out

-gets extremely clingy after he finishes

-gets you both cleaned up and puts on your favorite comfort show to help you fall asleep peacefully

😀 i need him

[woozten-x]

#. 𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

‹3 gif originally posted by nctsworld

[ ; M.List including other Neos! ]

─ Synopsis: Unexpectedly, your own demons had crept up on you without any warning. Being all too familiar with this feeling of anxiety, doubt, and insecurity - you have broken down into tears in front of your boyfriend.  No matter how many tears have been shed, Johnny Suh is your vitamin willing to fight off every plague affecting your mind.

─ Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Gender-Neutral Reader

─ Genre: One-Shot, Angst w. Comfort, Fluff/Wholesome

─ Concepts: Idol!Johnny Suh, established relationship, johnny comforting reader basically, cuddling with johnny <3, reader being insecure / feeling like a burden, implications of reader suffering with depression / depressive episodes, some johnny humor because it makes my heart ache less when writing it, this hitting too close to home why tf did i write this at 2 am

─ Count of Words: 3.2k

─ Inspiration of the work: Godspeed by Frank Ocean + “Girl, you gotta take it all baby and i’ll be your therapist for the day, that’s okay.” (Vitamin by NCT 127) 

❒ a/n: this is self-indulgent, but please take care of yourself. i really do hope yall are doing alright <3 just a reminder: you guys arent alone! and it’s okay to have bad days. stay safe ෆ

Something felt wrong today.

It was one of those days where you returned back home from work, the long hours taking a toll on your drained body and your mind weighing heavily with unexpected burdens. Though today was no different from your usual schedule, you suddenly reached a limit of your own mentality; however, what could have triggered it? You cannot find one explanation or one reason why it would happen so suddenly.

To you, it was simply one of those days where you begin to crumble without much real reason; fingertips gripping onto the surface tightly yet begging to loosen, as though you didn’t mind the idea of falling.

Standing in front of the counter with a heavy chest, you came to a pause with what you were doing; the cup of ramen steaming in front of you, a cloud of heat rising and causing your own vision to become hazy. Tiredly, you look down at the softened noodles, the packets of spices sitting near your frozen hands. Slowly turning to the time displayed on the microwave with green, glowing numbers; you read the late numbers of the night, knowing your boyfriend will be coming home in a few minutes.

Knowingly, Johnny Suh would be returning with his own tiredness cursing his tensed body. But, you could vividly imagine him returning home with a smile appearing on his face upon seeing you; his whole body led to you, as though he had a set course every time he sees you - he is always navigating his way to you, no matter how heavy his body feels. No matter how his feet drags, he is approaching you with a warm smile and eyes flickering like a steady flame of a candle.

Though your imagination is soon to be reality, you continue to feel this heaviness - briefly, you thought it was exhaustion from working today. Maybe the fatigue is finally wrapping you up in this state of mind. Tearing open the packets of the spices, you pour them inside and pick up the cup while walking over to the table and pulling a chair out for you to take a seat. The chair softly groaned once you sat down, the creaking wood telling its old age; regardless of the older condition, it was far from useless.

Ready to take a bite of your cooked noodles picked up with your chopsticks, you felt your heart drop without any unknown reason; the familiarity of it gradually growing some common sense, as you realized it was something willing to crush every will in your mind. Supposedly, a demon you would name ‘Anxiety’ had decided to haunt you for the day - maybe that is why you felt the way you do. However, what could make you feel this way so suddenly?

The unlocking of the door reaches you, the haunting silence disrupted with the familiar sound of the door opening and footsteps entering inside. “I am home!” A voice calls out, a familiar habit he always had whenever he came home, despite how strained his voice could be from the constant practicing and recording of an idol. It was those three words willing to reach out towards you.

Johnny enters the kitchen after turning the corner, a charming smile uplifting his lips - it was one that showed no hardships, only thriving with the unbearable love he had for you. “Oh, you are having a late night snack?” He asks, taking off his bucket hat and letting his long fingers run through the untamed strands of hair; he approaches you, his towering height lowering for him to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. Your lips twitch up into a small smile, managing to forget the weighing emotions you’ve felt previously.

“Is something the matter?” Johnny questions, noticing the lack of enthusiasm with his return. His gaze observing you closely, his intuition tugging on the possibility of something is wrong; a glaze of worry overcoming his sweet gaze, his face becoming more serious as his smile drops. Briefly, you thought about telling him the anxiety plaguing your mind, however you stayed silent - in comparison to your boyfriend, you are not an idol who is working long hours due to the undying passion for music.

You shouldn’t feel this way when someone like your boyfriend can be struggling with much heavier burdens. You can’t tell him that your mood had suddenly depleted, the very demons you were born with are tormenting you for the sake of their entertainment; how can you explain your feelings, when it was something you feel sometimes because your mind had been cursed since you were born. Wasn’t it better to keep your lips sealed, knowing no one will understand why you are the way you are?

Slowly, his large hand rises to place on your cheek, his thumb softly caresses the skin and you feel terrible; why were you acting so sensitive? Without any warning whatsoever, tears well up in your eyes and you lean into his touch - hoping to gather all his warmth, hoping his very presence would calm the sea of thoughts crashing in your head. Wiping away your tears and pulling a chair next to you, Johnny quietly sits in front of you with a patient ear.

“Did something happen?” He gently speaks out, your vulnerable state being treated with delicacy; his words considered carefully, eyes keen on the very details of your expression. He felt the ache within his heart, his sympathetic heart weeping upon seeing you hurt - he never wants to see you hurt.

You shook your head, “N-No…I just…I guess, I am just tired.” You laugh through your tears, trying to calm down the stream leaving your watery eyes. It seemed never-ending, as you continued to wipe with the back of your hand; you felt like a child with an uncontrollable amount of tears.

Johnny nods slowly, deciding to not push any further. He is aware of how you are, he has dealt with these things in the past; he is no stranger, knowing he is surrounded with plenty of people dealing with the same issues. Despite it all, Johnny loves you for who you are - he is one to believe in the idea of love having no reason; he always accepts the humane side of you, no matter how difficult of a position he is in.

Glancing around, he leaned over to the table and gathered some napkins. “Baby, let me see that pretty face of yours.” He lightly spoke, your hands moving away momentarily for him to pat the tears away with the napkin. Sniffling and looking back at him with puffy eyes, he chuckles - “Don’t cry anymore, precious. It hurts to see you like this.” He talks smoothly, the very words bringing you to ease and you slowly calmed down from the breakdown.

Leaning back in his seat, the napkin crumbles up in his hand and he tosses it aside onto the table. “Come here,” Johnny says with a hand patting onto his lap and you quietly nod. Moving towards him and turning your back to him, you settle down on his lap and you pick up a napkin to wipe your runny nose. Your boyfriend reaches over, picking up the cup of noodles; holding the chopsticks in hand, he stirs the mildly cold noodles and you move on his lap to face him properly.

“Say ahh~” he teases, picking up the noodles with the chopsticks and pointing them towards your lips. You laugh a bit, parting your lips for your boyfriend to feed you your late night snack; although, your appetite has faded away, you are obligated to Johnny’s attempt of taking care of you. He grins at you, “Is it good? The high level of sodium can seriously take you to cloud nine.” You laugh at his joke, covering your mouth to hide away the chewed up noodles.

Swallowing the food, you meet Johnny’s eyes - love harboring in his gaze, glowering back at you with his contagious optimism. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his - “Did you eat already?” you ask and he nods, a smile lingering on his lips while he leans in to sneak a kiss upon your lips. “I ate with the guys before coming here. Do you want to get takeout or anything?” He asks, eyes roaming along your face - a beauty he was all familiar with.

You shook your head, “No, I am not that hungry. Don’t worry…” you assure him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you tug him closer and you rest your head on his shoulder; habitually, your fingers comb through his brown locks and Johnny lets out a sigh of relief - a reaction he always had whenever you do so. “Let me drop you off to bed, precious.” Johnny said, the cup of ramen long forgotten and his arms are snaking around your waist. Easily, he lifts you up and instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist.

Burying your face at the crook of his neck, you clung onto him tightly; not daring to let the opportunity of loosening your grip take over, thinking he would disappear anytime soon. Maybe he will. Surely, for you, you are in no mindset of being alone - you needed Johnny. “Is my koala bear all comfortable?” He playfully comments, carrying you back to the shared bedroom and he places a knee onto the mattress. Seemingly so, he has no intention of letting you go also.

“You are just so warm.” You mumble against his skin, a shudder running along his spine once feeling your breath and he chuckles. Placing your back onto the bed, the mattress dips underneath your weight and you move away slightly to pout at him - “Come to bed quickly for cuddles…” you faintly plead, meeting his eyes with your tender gaze. Johnny nods, “I know, baby. I’ll wash up quickly.” He promises, his grasp weakening along with yours. Moving away, you are left empty, a frown expressing your features.

Laying on the bed, you roll onto your side and rest your hand on your boyfriend’s pillow. Fingers fidgeting with the fabric of the pillowcase, you let out a heavy sigh; eyes closing, insecurity arises in your head and leads you to endless tunnels with a never ending darkness. Hearing the shower turning on in the bathroom, you did your best to focus on the sound of the running water; the stream of water hitting against the marble, you try to shut off your brain for the meantime.

It’s always been so difficult. Sometimes, you doubt your own strength to continue on with these demons leeching onto you; what happens if you hit your lowest and no one, especially Johnny, will be able to help you? It is a continuous war, one that is willing to keep you up at night and string you along through a living nightmare. A nightmare of regret, insecurity, fear and loneliness…Would people understand the way you feel?

You are misunderstood. You are one to bear all the pain, knowing you have a limit yet you are a soldier pursuing and continuing - but, for what purpose? You have no idea, but you know you can’t be selfish when there are other people, who dealt with the worst; for example, your boyfriend - how could you complain about your exhaustion when Johnny is the one pursuing a dream for years without a breather.

Memories of your boyfriend of being a trainee replays in your head, a sense of guilt for being the way you are once you recall them; how could your own problems compare to that? You knew, Johnny had shed blood, sweat and tears to be in the very place he is, at the moment. You knew, Johnny held his head high with the many ignorant people spitting venom at his success; no matter how much you ponder, you can’t find a reason why your own exhaustion occurs for any good reason.

Johnny knew these episodes occurred. You cannot help but feel like a burden, a let-down who drags him down whenever he holds onto his dream with a desire to be happy.

Unknowingly enough, a warm streak rolls down your cheeks and you lift up your hands to quickly wipe them away. Sniffling quietly and burying your face into your pillow, you try to compose yourself; trying to forget the pain weighing your chest and the belittling thoughts exploding in your heavy mind. Slowly you inhale through your nose then exhale through your parted lips, the action barely taking apart the crushing weight in your chest.

“Don’t cry, precious.” You hear and you remove your hands from your face, Johnny standing next to the bed and his hair wet with droplets dropping onto his bare torso. Tenderly, he meets your eyes like a gentle flame of a candlelight; he moves onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight and he is opening his arms. You sigh, moving closer to him and curling up, your head resting on his chest with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Gray sweatpants clad his long legs, moving to intertwine his legs with yours and simply hold you close with a tight grasp. “We should listen to music. What should we listen to?” He murmurs against your skin, his breath meeting the skin of your forehead and you tilt your head to look up at him - “Anything is okay,” you answer back. He nods, a hand reaching out onto the bedside table to pick up his phone and tap on the screen onto the familiar green app for streaming music. Nuzzling your head against his chest, you lift up a hand to place onto his stomach; mindlessly, you listen onto his faint heartbeat and let your fingers caress the relaxed muscle sculpted on his lean body.

Familiar music of Frank Ocean reaches your ears, the melodies gentle and slow; you let out a sigh, the song becoming a tranquility for your mind and body. Johnny places his phone down, “Tell me about your day, baby.” He says tenderly, his head tilting to face you and you look up at him. “It’s just the same old same old…Nothing really happened,” You say with a shrug. Johnny smiles, “So? I want to hear what you did…What did you have for lunch?” he inquires; searching for any topic to talk about you.

With his eagerness to hear about your day, you ended up speaking to him about what had happened in your day. His hand lightly pats your shoulder, following the steady rhythm of the music softly playing in the room; you are completely at ease with Johnny, the scourge within the depths of your mind is quieting down in his very presence. Occasionally, Johnny would ask questions - engaged in the conversation, and not missing a detail from your own storytelling.

Though it seemed normal, Johnny was glad to hear you speak about it. “You did so well today, precious.” He praises, a chaste kiss being planted on your forehead and you smile at his words. The conversation moves along to Johnny’s day; his usual telling and exaggerated recalling of events in his story made you laugh, your eyes holding the familiar glow that Johnny was willing to protect and reignite over and over again; after all, your very own happiness is his own.

“Maybe you should take a day off and join me in the studio,” Johnny suggests with a childish gleam in his eyes. You chuckle, “You’ll end up playing around too much and won’t get much done.” You said, rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend has always been the playful type, one who goofs off a little too much in your company; he can’t help it, he loves hearing you laugh and glow because of his antics. He hums, looking up at the ceiling like he was deep in thought - “Seeing my baby smile is my vitamin d though.”

Your breathy laugh leaves you, “You know, you can overdose on vitamins.”

“Oh really?” Johnny looks at you, his playful gaze reflecting back at you once you met his gaze. He leans forward, “What happens if I can’t get enough of you?” He whispers and you feel your own lips tug wider than before - if that was possible. “You have an addiction, Mr. Suh.” You reply back, a laugh leaving him with your own intertwining with his; he places his hand on your cheek, leaning in to capture your smiling lips with his own. Returning the kiss, you close your eyes and raise your hand to rest atop of his.

Unfortunately, a tug in your head reminds you of the misfortune plaguing your current state of mind. You sigh, “Johnny…Would you ever get tired of me?” you quietly ask. The seriousness of the words caused the serenity surrounding the two of you to collapse, the question causing Johnny’s smile to fade only slightly; even if you weren’t willing to share the unspoken stress cursing your mind on this very day, he understands. “I don’t want that to happen nor do I want you to grow tired of me…” He replies back, his eyes roaming your expression. Suddenly, you held his hand into yours; his longer yet larger fingers intertwined with yours, holding onto him in a silent yet selfish request - you wanted him to stay with you forever.

“I’m sorry for always being a handful…Sometimes, I wish I could tell you about it…But, I never know how to explain it.” You admit, knowing your own behavior could be draining; any sane person would find you bothersome. Johnny guides the hand holding onto his, planting a kiss on the back of your hand - “You know, precious…It’s okay to be human.” He simply says, the words holding no deeper meaning; he is willing to support you.

“You can rely on me anytime, okay? I don’t care how tired I am, you’ve been with me for so long…I can carry you through hell and back, baby. That’s why i’ve been focusing on my muscles, I am always ready to support you.” he said with a lighthearted tone, a chuckle leaving him after.

Suddenly, your bottom lip trembles and you shakily exhale - “W-Why are you like this?” you mutter out, a small laugh leaving you after. You never know how Johnny could be so serious yet unserious at the same time; however, it was one of the traits you always loved about him. He is genuine, always wanting the best for you despite how hard your day has been; he is your light and possibly the only light at the end of the dark tunnels.

Johnny grins, “I love you.” He says when pulling you close. Your head buried against the crook of his neck, he could feel the warm tears against his bare skin but no complaint fell from his lips; he held you with fingers stroking along your back. Leaning down slightly, his breath fans your ear - “I’ll always love you for who you are. I’ll love you until the time we die…” he whispers, stroking your back as you cry out all the stress weighing you.

Knowingly, he will keep his word; a loyal man who is willing to stay by your side, regardless of the hardships or the many flaws you hold. He will be there, holding you and supporting you throughout - he believes you are the strongest person he’s met. Despite the weakest moments, he is always there to give you a home to come back to - to you, he is the one where your heart and mind could rest always.

This very love continues to prosper by your very own vitamin - Johnny Suh.

[jaelvr]

Tip Toe

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : yes ( by @lovesuhng)

Prompts ; 1. “what are you do-” “look, now we match!” + 15. “this song reminds me of you.” + 175. “ you don’t have any idea how much i love you .”

Pairing : enemy! johnny x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 2.3k

Warnings : mutual feelings, enemies to lovers, high school au, fluff, slightly ooc

Have a great day !! 

——————————

Whoever said that school dances were fun was a liar. You sighed softly as you sat at an empty table, looking around at your friends who were all dancing with their dates - you shouldn't have listened to them. Your date bailed on you at the last second, leaving you to spend the evening moping around. "No one asked you to be their date?" a familiar voice called, taunting you slightly as he took the seat opposite you. Johnny Suh. The pair of you had never gotten along, despite sharing the same friend group. There was something about him that just made you want to punch that beautiful face.

Johnny looked at you and smirked, he couldn't see your scowl from the shadow of his own dark bangs. He was in the shadows and all you could see was the gleam of his eyes in the low light and the slight curl of his lips. He raised a brow at you "I wonder why that was?" He said, his soft tone laced with smug sarcasm, earning a scoff. "I did get asked. Just..something came up." you grumbled, rolling your eyes at his antics. He smirked at you and leaned back, crossing his arms "Really? Your date" He hissed the last word as if the very word was enough to bring him pain "Bailed on you at the very last minute, and you've got nothing better to do? No one else asked you to be their date, so you've just been sitting here alone?" he wondered.

"Everyone else is with their dates so I don't really have a choice." you huffed, leaning back slightly into your chair. "What about you? where's your date?" you brought up, looking at him curiously. He normally had girls swooning over him all the time. He scoffed and looked away, he tried his best to avoid eye contact with you. He wasn't going to admit the girl he asked had rejected him "Eh, she cancelled last minute too," He lied, his voice strained. It was obvious he was lying but he wasn't going to admit that the one girl he liked rejected him. The smug smirk he had was still there, as if he was trying to show you he didn't really care. "You asked and she said no, didn't you?" you asked quietly, a soft chuckle escaping you.

He looked at you, the smirk quickly turning into a scowl. He hated the fact that he'd been so easily read. "No she didn't, she had something else to do" He said, he was trying to make it seem like he was telling the truth and he hadn't asked the girl he was in love with and been rejected. "What does it matter anyway?" He asked, avoiding your eyes. "She's missing out." you murmured softly, glad for the dimmed lighting so he couldn't see your pink cheeks. Johnny's jaw almost hit the floor when you made the comment that the girl was missing out on him. He looked at you in disbelief because no one had ever complimented him. He quickly regained his composure and his smile was restored, as if he hadn't been caught by surprise. "You think so?" He asked you, he tilted his head, hoping to hear you say you agreed again and compliment him more

"Just because you hate me, doesn't mean I can't compliment you." you chuckled lightly, face softening as you looked over. Johnny's face reddened a bit at the compliment, he wasn't used to someone telling him something like that without having ulterior motives. He looked over at the dance floor, thinking about the fact that he didn't have a date and how you were alone too. "So.." He started, trying to sound nonchalant "Why don't you just come and dance with me?" he blurted out, standing up. "I…are you sure? you don't have to-" you started, eyes widening slightly as he took your hand and pulled you up.

"Nah, I want to dance with you," He pulled you up and his soft grip was firm enough to hold your hand and lead you through the crowd. He pushed people out of the way as you made your way to the floor. You saw a few shocked faces from people as they saw the two of you together, enemies to lovers was something everyone knew about but now the two of you were dancing together without even trying. Johnny turned to you slowly and started to guide you as the two of you danced. "..since when do people dance with their enemies?" you murmured, trying to make a joke as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He smirked as he heard you, his hand tightened on your back slightly more. His grip was firm but he felt his fingers twitch slightly with his nervousness. He couldn't believe the two of you were dancing "Well, if I'm honest, I've never really hated you." He said, his tone was still nonchalant like what was happening wasn't even remotely weird. He pulled you just a little closer to him and kept dancing.

"…what?" you asked, mouth slightly agape as you looked up at him as he towered over you. "But-" you started before he cut you off mid-sentence. Johnny smirked at you, his eyes were filled with that signature smugness as he looked at you "You heard me, I've never hated you, and I'm not going to let you have a bad night just because your date left you at the last minute," He said softly, making the statement seem like it was fact. "You deserve to have fun." He explained. "You're telling me we've been enemies for no reason?!" you whined, earning a laugh from him as he gazed down lovingly. Johnny smirked playfully and nodded his head. He liked how mad that made you, it made you cute and vulnerable and he could feel his grip tensing around you. He kept his tone nonchalant and unbothered even as you were shocked by the statement. "Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. We've always butted heads because we're just too similar." He teased, his eyes meeting yours through the dim lighting.

He rummaged around his pocket, looking for something before he gently grabbed your arm, putting something on it. “what are you do-” you started as he interrupted again. “look, now we match!” he smirked, the corsage he'd put on your wrist matching the flower on his suit pocket. He smirked as he looked over at your wrist. It was the first time you've ever seen the guy smile genuinely with absolutely no sarcasm, sarcasm or smug expression that was always plastered all over his face. Johnny felt his grip slip slightly around your waist, and you felt him look down at you and his smirk faded into a soft smile that made you squeal quietly. His lips felt so close to yours, the two of you were barely an inch from each other's lips. He was enjoying every second of the slow dance he was sharing with you.

You let out a soft gasp as the next song started playing, recognising it instantly. "This is my favourite song!" you grinned. Johnny's grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly again and he pulled you a little closer, he noticed you let out a small gasp as the next song started playing. He smiled and looked over at you, he had realised you were familiar with the song which made this moment even better. The two of you danced, his hand never leaving your back once. Johnny was enjoying every minute he spent with you, even if only for the night, he felt like a new person and felt like everything was right with the world. His lips were so close to yours. "I've always wanted a love like this song." you murmured gently, a little frown on your face.

Johnny's grip around you tightened even more and his eyebrows furrowed together as he listened closely to you. The two of you had been dancing for a while and Johnny felt like he could be himself with you. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and smiled, he felt his heart beat faster and he bit his lip as he saw your frown. He couldn't explain it but he really wanted to see you smile and that made the tension between the two of you so much higher "This song reminds me of you." he admitted, gently brushing hair out of your face. "..oh yeah?" you murmured, a small smile on your face.

Johnny smirked at you and nodded his head once. A blush had appeared on his cheeks which made him slightly embarrassed to admit the song reminded him of you. "I have a secret..it might sound lame but-" He started, he hesitated for a moment before continuing "Ever since I heard this song, it always reminds me of you." He looked at you and the song started to pick up. "if you're in the mood, we can tiptoe to the moon." you softly sang along, eyes on him only. Johnny's head whipped towards you as he realised you were singing along with him, he was in shock that you knew the song. He felt his heart beat faster as you continued to sing and his cheeks flushed as red as a tomato. He was in awe that you could sing the song and sing it pretty well. Johnny was still amazed, he continued dancing with you, and the song picked up more and he kept dancing. He looked down at you, you were so beautiful and he found himself starting to fall in love with you.

Maybe tonight wasn't so bad after all.

----

You stood outside as some of your friends left the restaurant, arms wrapped around you as you tried to keep yourself warm from the summer breeze, taking in the night. Johnny had followed you outside, he was aware it was cold outside. He came up behind you and wrapped a jacket around your shoulders, he had seen you were trying to keep yourself warm from the breeze. Johnny felt his heart beat faster as he put the jacket on you. He was enjoying your company alone but was finding it hard to admit. The boy leaned against the wall, arms crossed and his head leaned against the wall facing you. He was admiring your beauty even more in the dim lighting, it was surreal. "You're gonna be cold-" you started.

"I don't care." He said simply and brushed your hair away from your face. There was no trace of a smirk or smugness in his tone to you. Johnny was being genuine with you and it was almost like he was acting like you were two people in love. He looked at you for a few seconds as his eyes traced every feature of your face before he spoke again. "I'm not leaving you out here alone. It's cold." He said, his tone was still gentle and worried for you. "What time is it?" you asked gently, gazing at the moon.

Johnny was in awe of how beautiful you were when you looked at the moon. You looked like a painting come to life and it made his heart beat out of his chest. "It's about half eleven, pretty late for you to be out here on your own." He said softly, he didn't want you to catch a cold. He still had his arms crossed and his head leaning against the wall, the way he was leaning made his shoulder press into yours. You could feel his warmth against you. "I should probably get home." you hummed gently, not wanting to leave.

"Yeah, you probably should." He answered quietly, he was getting lost in his thoughts on how beautiful you looked. Johnny was so close to you that he could smell your perfume, a sweet scent that made him want to bury his head in your neck and inhale the smell but he refrained himself from doing that. "I can walk you home." He said quietly, not taking his eyes off you. "..that would be nice, yeah." you smiled at him, intertwining your hand with his. Johnny smiled back at you, his eyes twinkling as he saw the happiness in your eyes. You two looked like a picture perfect couple as you held hands and he led you off the premises of the building. He felt safe holding hands with you, like he was in his comfort zone. You'd never held hands with each other before but it felt so right and natural that you both kept hold of each other's hands all the way to your house

"..I could get used to this." you mumbled gently, still holding his hand as you stopped at your doorstep. Johnny felt the same way, he enjoyed holding hands with you and he didn't want to let go. His mind was filled with thoughts and he couldn't fathom how he was acting this way around you but he was enjoying it. He stopped at your doorstep and he was still holding onto your hand, he didn't want to let go even now but he understood he probably should. "I could too." He murmured back, his fingers tightened ever so slightly around yours. “you don’t have any idea how much I love you.” you blurted out, cheeks heating up instantly and your gaze on the floor.

Johnny was shocked when you blurted that out, the shock was displayed on his face briefly before he covered it up with a smile. He felt his heart beat out of his chest and his body heat up at the same time as his cheeks. Everything turned hot and he felt his heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe those words had just been said to him. Johnny opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He stood there for a while, before he managed to reply to you properly.

"I love you too."

[markiefiles]

'DOCE, VOCÊ É DOCE.

fem reader x johnny suh

avisos: smut, vampiro!au, implícito size kink, menção a sangue, dubcon se você estreitar os olhos – hipnose, conrole mental, sexo em público (?), uns palavrões, uns apelidinhos, implícito relação abusiva.

notas: escrevi isso após um surto (tava assistindo tvd lixooo☝️) e acho que estou na minha era de canibalismo como metáfora de amor, vampiros são bem explicativos-

Você sentia o frio corroer os poros da sua pele, corroer os pelos eriçados do seu corpo, o medo te assombrava. Você andava pelos becos da cidade, à noite. E você não estava muito lúcida, talvez hipnotizada, seguindo um inconsciente comando.

Havia algo de extravagante dentro da sua memória, dos caninos roçando contra a cartilagem da sua orelha, do perfume muito forte e o cheiro de álcool que você ainda sentia embaixo do nariz. Tinha um tesão que te consumia, onde Johnny pulava de prédio em prédio, brincando com você, te seduzindo e trazendo para ele. Sua língua guardava um gosto frutífero, intoxicante na boca, era como se dentro do seu peito sentisse que fez a escolha certa, aquela em que contornava o caminho dos amigos da faculdade pra se envolver com ele.

Você… você sabia exatamente o que ele era, sabia que os olhos vermelhos dele te entregavam uma sensação de desespero, de fome. A voz dele era calma, os dedos esguios e pálidos de uma forma tão doente que te fascinava. E você ainda sim seguia caminhando pelas ruas, seguindo os postes que funcionavam comicamente mal.

Então, a risada dele correu dentro da sua cabeça, te fez rolar os olhos, morder a boca. Você conteve a respiração, o peito estufado e o coração inquieto. Suas costas estavam contra os tijolos, apesar do complexo luxuoso de apartamentos, o beco era escuro e amedrontador.

Você piscou, a pálpebra se movimentou rapidamente e por alguns segundos, o susto te congelou. Johnny te observava do outro lado, vocês estavam frente a frente. O cabelo preto caía contra os olhos dele, o sorriso presunçoso fazia sua barriga se revirar. Você notou a camiseta cinza manchada de sangue a cada passo que dava, o salto do sapato batendo contra o concreto, serpenteando e dançando com seus olhos.

Johnny tocou sua bochecha com o dedão, acarinhou afetuoso, culpado, beijou sua pele e deixou que seus olhos brilhantes e ansiosos te entregassem. Ele raspou o nariz contra o seu, suspirou envolvido no seu perfume e mais uma vez a ponta do nariz dele conduziu o seu rosto e se afundou no seu pescoço.

— Você é tão doce... — Johnny sussurrou, os dedos dele descendo pelo seu lábio, pressionando, sedutor.

— Sou?

— Talvez eu deva te mostrar o quanto. — Ele disse escutando sua risada.

Você pareceu sem jeito, o cheiro dele te entorpecia, não sabia mais dizer se toda aquela situação era real.

— Como?

Sua pergunta o acendeu, ele afastou os fios do seu cabelo. Com as costas da mão, acariciou a lateral de seu rosto, inconsequente, você trouxe os dedos dele para sua boca, chupou erótica. Johnny odiou, odiou a sensação de querer o seu sangue, quase que biblicamente.

Ele te beijou, as presas rasgaram superficialmente a carne da sua boca e Johnny sugou o sangue impaciente, seu sabor era vicioso, ele poderia chegar até seu coração, te devorar e de alguma forma, aquela ideia te perseguia e te excitava.

Johnny era cativante, as palavras mexiam com sua cabeça, você sentia pena dele, de como as lágrimas pareciam sinceras e de como ele te controlava, entrava na sua cabeça e te dominava completamente, como um vampiro devia fazer.

Os dedos dele rasparam a pele da sua coxa, ele apertou com força e seus olhos derreteram com o toque, com contraste da temperatura. O tecido da sua calcinha te incomodava, tão pegajoso que parecia patética, a adrenalina deixando seu corpo vulnerável. Johnny esfregou a ereção contra sua pélvis coberta, você gemeu, o abraçou e ele rosnou sentindo o cheiro do seu sangue quente e adocicado, seu pescoço destrutível se misturando com o cheiro de perfume floral, delicado.

Ele resvalou o nariz, se conteve. Uma de suas pernas se apoiou contra o quadril dele, você disse “Por favor, por favor, eu—” descontrolada, o choro se formando de uma forma tão íntima que Johnny por minutos pensou poupar sua vida.

Ele beijou suas lágrimas, comandou amável “Coloca a calcinha de lado” e você obedeceu sendo preenchida, suas paredes aquecendo ele tão ridiculamente bem que ele pareceu possesso e enciumado com a ideia de qualquer outro te provar, te experimentar.

Johnny se movimentou brutalmente, ele te fodia enquanto você cedia, deliberadamente, seu pescoço, sua fonte para ele. Ele sugou seu sangue, gemeu, completamente envolvido. O pau dele te destruía, você ia e vinha contra ele, o sufocava e ele sentia seu sangue contra a língua, os olhos vermelhos intensos se afundando contra você. Como se vocês dependessem um do outro.

Você gemia suave, as palavras eram bagunçadas, presas na sua garganta, você só queria que ele fosse mais rápido contra sua buceta, você só desejava que ele se entranhasse e te usasse.

Ele parecia tão maior naquele momento, parecia tão focado chupando e mordiscando seus mamilos, enrolando-os na língua e soltando eroticamente, a saliva e sangue deixando rastros na sua pele.

— Não posso te– não posso te matar, porra.

Ele versava, olhando nos teus olhos, adestrando suas expressões, te sujando com seu próprio sangue, era erótico pra dizer o mínimo e você estava prestes a gozar. Johnny enfiou um dos dedos dele na sua boca, sentiu seus dentes ridículos cravarem na pele dele e sorriu, despejou a porra perolada contra suas dobras, permanecendo ali, quente, pegajoso e desdenhoso.

O suor cobria seu corpo, sua respiração era atrapalhada e patética, mas tinha algo de prazeroso no morno do esperma, no sangue fresco ainda gotejando dos furos no seu pescoço e Johnny não desperdiçando nada, de alguma maneira te contemplando, endeusando.

— Você é minha.

Ele constatou, te beijando, mordendo sua língua, mais uma vez chupando seu sangue e talvez muito contido.

Você se separou, revirou os olhos quando sentiu o líquido viscoso se desfazendo contra suas pernas, deitou a testa contra os ombros dele e respirou profundamente. Então você sentiu os dedos dele contra seu pescoço, vagueando em sua nuca, trocando olhares, você assistiu as pupilas dele dilatarem, sentiu a voz dele sumir dentro de sua cabeça enquanto os lábios dele se movimentavam em câmera lenta.

E agora… você não sente nada, nada. Apenas o quanto você… você é doce.

[dpr-stay]

No Longer | J.S

Johnny Suh x Singer! Reader

Warnings: I think swearing, hurt/comfort ( i didn't want to write comfort but couldn't resist), nct flopping in this universe.

WC: ~3.3k

Hi, bit of a small one but my holidays end tomorrow so I thought i'd get something out before then. Also me writing a serious fic? That's not about silly little guys in cars? What???? Also i'm sorry how disjointed the paragraphs are, this ones been baking for a loooong time and I didn't edit it L O L.

The shirt felt too tight around his chest and squeezing his arms into the suit jacket that followed it was a task of nightmares. And it made sense it didn’t fit, given that he had borrowed it from Taeil. Borrowed or begged for, what’s the difference?

Johnny anxiously adjusted his cuffs, pulling the black sleeves down to cover the flat-ironed cuffs of the white shirt underneath. He couldn’t complain that the suit was too short though. Taeil was kind enough to lend it to him at a very short-term notice. He just hoped no one there would comment on the ill fit.

If Taeil had noticed Johnny’s nerves as he busted into his room and frantically asked if he could borrow a suit, he didn’t mention it, which Johnny was very thankful for. He didn’t know how he would explain anything to anyone he knew if they asked about this.

He frantically checked his watch as the hands ticked closer and closer to 10pm. He strongly exhaled and leaned his head back against the hard seats of the taxi. He shut his eyes before opening them and accidentally making eye contact with the driver who was eyeing him through the mirror.

The driver quickly averted his eyes and Johnny released a small breath of air that could be heard as a chuckle. Johnny supposed he did look ridiculous. Barely put together, hair hanging wildly around his face, small suit paired with all-black trainers that he could’ve sworn were dress shoes when he grabbed them as he was rushing out the door.

Glancing out the window, all that greeted him was more traffic. He sighed and, as if summoned, drops of rain started hitting the glass panes. He once again adjusted his view forward and was met with the sight of the back of another car, altered by the many streaks of water running down the windshield.

The traffic then finally started moving and, as the taxi turned a corner, a brightly lit theatre came into view. Individual lightbulbs giving off more yellow than white light lined a board that hung over the entrance and ticket booth. The individual letters slotted into the board read, in all caps, “WORLD-FAMOUS SINGER SWEET-HEART PERFORMS 10PM SATURDAY”.

Johnny felt his breath catch in his throat as the taxi eventually slowed to a halt just outside the entrance. He quickly paid the driver and opened the door. The rain pelted him on the head as he gazed up at the signage.

“Sir? Are you here for the show?” Johnny’s head snapped to the ticket booth. He quickly walked over and searched for his ticket in his pockets. He grabbed it and presented it to the teenager working the stand.

“You’re lucky to get a ticket, I heard they sold out within 2 minutes.” The cashier chuckled as they scanned his ticket. Johnny contemplated this as he remembered the envelope Mark had slipped him earlier today, saying that he needed to see this.

He hadn’t understood his insistence until google had aided him in his search of ‘who is Sweet-Heart?’. How Mark had heard of you but he didn’t, he’ll never know. Johnny also made a mental reminder to pay back Mark with dinner or something, depending on how the night turned out.

“Well you’re all set. Enjoy the show!” The teen handed back the ticket and gestured Johnny inside the venue.

The inside was completely different from what Johnny expected. He knew it was a black suit event but the extravagant high ceilings with draped red and gold curtains and the eggshell white walls, covered in carving after carving, really put it into perspective.

The room was practically deserted apart from the clerk sitting lazily at the end behind a lecturn who straightened up after he saw him, obviously thinking everyone had entered the large oak doors behind him. Johnny followed the red carpet along the hardwood floors finally making it to the clerk, who awkwardly turned around and opened the doors.

Johnny, who was standing directly in between the two doors, was not expecting them to open onto a large hall, completely dark except from huge fog-lights shining on a stage. A stage from which a heavenly voice floated to Johnny’s ears, a voice so nice he doubted any recording could convey its melodies. 

And Johnny would definitely have to take Mark out to dinner at some point because up on stage was his Sweetheart, though he doubts she would remember the name being used by him due to years of no use. 

You had been friends while kids, both living within walking distance of each other and attending the small school. You had spent your early years being together constantly and being teased about being together constantly. Johnny could’ve bet that around highschool your years-deep friendship could’ve ended up going down a different path if you didn’t pack up in the middle of the night and move away without telling anyone and then never answering anyones texts or calls.

That had been a very difficult time for the young man, knowing that someone so close to him, someone he thought about everyday though it had been years since he’d last seen you, could just abandon him without a second thought, so when Mark had offered him tickets to your show, he couldn’t refuse regardless of the harm it was sure to cause him.

And, standing alone in the corridor between seated guests, Johnny could only take in the scale of what you had achieved without him. Thousands of people were seated here to watch you perform. You, an english speaker, in a room full of older Korean people, who were listening just because of how ethereal your voice sounded, even to the untrained ear. Even his google search had unprepared him for the magnitude of your popularity, though the sold out theater definitely began to put it into perspective.

The backlight of the foyer was enough to draw your attention to him, your voice never faltering even though your attention did. And through the large auditorium he could see a flash of recognition adorn your face, the missed note that caught in your breath as your eyes focused onto his silhouette.

The crowd surrounding Johnny grumbled at the pause in your serenade and you snapped your eyes from his face to stare another place in the room, desperately trying to avoid a repeat event as your eyes roved wild around the room. 

Johnny felt his breath catch and his heart begin beating rapidly. You recognised him. Somehow from this huge crowd, you were able to see him and remember him. You were able to remember one of the only people who knew you before this and, at one point, had probably known you better than you knew yourself.

Murmurs in the crowd prompted Johnny to thank the door man and lumber down to his seat in one of the rows. After a few “excuse-me”’s, Johnny reached his seat, which seemed to be the only empty one of the house, and began to watch the rest of your performance. 

The voice of an angel was truly an understatement, there was no way to convey the serenity of your vocals. No singer Johnny had ever listened to, no Cher, no Ariana, no Whitney, could even come close to matching the peace that encapsulated him when he heard your voice. Sure, maybe it was bias from a love that hadn’t been tampered with by time, but according to the sold-out theater, Johnny couldn’t be sure.

During your performance Johnny had to close his eyes to absorb the sheer impact of the fact that this whole time he could’ve been listening to your voice over his earphones or that he could have watched you grow from a small singer into the powerhouse you were today, but he wasn’t able to. And that was because you’d left. 

You’d just up and left, never to be in contact with him again. This whole time Johnny had thought that he’d never see you again. Maybe that would’ve been a good thing, considering the amount of consideration you had for his feelings. But when had looked at him, Johnny knew that you recognised him. There was no way you didn’t. You wouldn’t just stop singing if someone came late to your show, right? 

No, that’s ridiculous. As a performer, even in incredibly different venues, Johnny knew that people coming late didn’t inspire a reaction such as that. 

It was that flash of seeing someone you knew. Johnny knew it, it had happened to him when his family had first flown over and were able to see his first stage. At the time just seeing his family's faces had the power to make him choke up. 

Eventually the show came to a close after thunderous applause and people started standing up, but Johnny was rooted to his spot. He was debating between legging it out of there and trying to erase everything he’d seen and legging it out of there and keeping everything to himself. However he didn’t get a chance to choose as, when he stood up, an usher came to meet him in the aisle. A hurried explanation from the man exposed that you wanted to meet him. 

Johnny felt his heart stop, stood stupidly still as people of all ages filed through the corridor he was blocking, muttering cusses his way. But that didn’t phase him, he roomed with a bunch of teenage boys for a large part of his life. What did phase him was the knowledge that you wanted to see him.

Did you want to talk? What, did you want to finally explain what the hell happened? Why he hadn’t heard from you in years only to finally see you with a life better than anything he could’ve given you? Why, after years of him preaching to you about how hard it was to become a singer, you had done it anyway? And how you’d done leagues better than anything he’d ever accomplished?

He still regretted how many years of his life he’d spent pining over the idol dream, how many sleepless nights he’d spent wondering if he could’ve been spending his life better but convincing himself it would be worth it only for it all to blow up in face and for his group to do terribly. They were on the verge of disbanding and here you were, with your fully booked house.

He shouldn’t feel bitter though. He had no connection to you in the present, every interaction with you was in the past. That’s the attitude Johnny had in his mind as he followed the usher, ignoring the confused looks he was getting as he was led backstage. He was so focused on retaining this ‘fan, not friend’ mindset, he didn’t even realise he was in front of your dressing room door before the usher tapped him on the shoulder.

He quickly thanked the man before turning back to your door and knocking. It took a minute but slowly the door handle started turning. Johnny took a step back as the door opened his way and there you were.

You were just as beautiful, if not more, than how he remembered you. You still had that persistent curl in your hair that you had to spend hours ironing out, still held yourself in the same posture, and still wore your heart on your sleeve. At least he had thought you wore your heart on your sleeve. But if that was true, he wouldn’t have been blindsided by your leaving. 

He remained quiet as you took a shaky breath. He didn’t know why your breath was shaky, you were the one who’d deleted all your accounts after leaving, not letting him contact you.

“It really is you.” You whispered out and Johnny glanced up at you, more specifically the tears building in your eyes. He let his face remain completely passive as you launched yourself at him, feeling you grip the suit he wore with such force he may have to iron it before returning it. 

He held his arms out wide as you clung to him like a drowning person clinging to a life vest, as though he was holding you up. A wet patch formed on the suit jacket, making it through to his white shirt, making him frown. Why were you crying? You’d left him behind.

“Oh my god.” He heard you breathe into his jacket and he left one pat on your back before stepping back, making you stumble as you were forced to release him. He ignored your confused expression and the tears falling out of your eyes in favour of looking at the makeup smudged onto his suit, a ‘tch’ escaping his mouth at the sight.

“I-I’m sorry about that.” You hiccupped, a tone he didn’t recognise plaguing your voice. “I can get it-t dry cleaned.” He looked up, once again ignoring the way his heart squeezed at the tears falling down your cheeks. You shouldn’t get to be sad, it was your fault.

“No need.” He said, his voice a bit more aggressive than he intended for a child-hood friend turned ghost-lover. He cleared his throat before starting the mini-speech he had hastily made in his head as he was led by the usher.

“Listen, you did great out there,” He ignored the enchanting smile that encompassed your face because of his praise.

“You did fantastic even, but I don’t know why you asked for me to come back here.” He said, watching the way your face fell.

“W-well I thought after like ten years you’d be happy to see me…” You said and he held back a scoff, still wanting to preserve as many of your feelings even though you hadn’t done the same for him.

“I don’t know why you’d think that.” He said coldly and didn’t see the way your face crumpled as though you’d been stabbed because he’d turned around and prepared to leave. A hand grabbed his wrist and he slightly turned to look at you.

“What happened? Why are you so mad?” You asked quietly and he didn’t hold back his laugh. He turned fully and stomped into your room, you backing away, only being pushed by his presence.

“Why am I so mad?” He asked, his fists clenched and an incredulous tone rampant through his voice.

“Why am I so mad?! You left! You just left in the middle of the night! I didn’t get to say goodbye, I didn’t get to say anything!” He ranted, turning and pacing up and down your changeroom. You were stunned, not being able to answer him which only seemed to fuel him.

“And then what, a decade later I finally find you again. Only to see you’re doing incredible and, good for you and all, but you’re doing incredible without me! You’re living a better life alone, with no regard for me, than anything I could’ve ever given you!” Your continued silence seemed to drain all the fight out of him.

“That’s why I’m mad. I shouldn’t have come. God, Mark just did this to fuck with me.” He sighed, rubbing a hand on his forehead before turning to you again.

“Look, I’m happy for you, but I think it would be best if-”

“I’ve thought about you everyday since I left y’know. I’d wonder how you were doing. I was there when you debuted, I don’t know if you know. I was in the crowd. I watched you look at your family and I was happy. I was happy that you were happy.” You suddenly spoke up, your words knocking the air out of Johnny’s body.

“All through our school years I’d see you with other kids and see how you were able to interact freely with them and how you were always smiling. And I saw that and I thought ‘How could I ever be that happy?’. I finally realised my happiness was with you but then I realised that that was too selfish, I needed to find a way to be happy without relying on you.” 

“So you fucking left? You think I’d care that you were happy with me?” Johnny interrupted, getting mad again. 

“I left because I thought that I would stop how happy you were, regardless of my own feelings. Everyone knows, you can’t be an idol with a partner, it just doesn’t work out. We both knew that’s where we were going. I knew that if I didn’t leave, I’d eventually end up without you anyways, and it would be easier to start making my own happiness earlier.” You said and Johnny went quiet for a second.

There was a million questions he wanted to ask. Why didn’t you say goodbye? Why didn’t you give us a chance? Why did you become a singer? But he eventually settled on:

“Did it work? Are you happy without me?” He asked hesitantly, almost afraid of the answer. You took a pause before a second wave of tears flooded down your cheeks. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever regretted anything more.” He could barely hear you through the hiccups reverberating through your throat. 

“Everyday I’ve tried to tell myself that it was for the best, but I can never seem to convince myself. It’s torture, knowing I gave up without trying, that we could’ve been something. But I fucked it up, and it’s my responsibility.” You could barely get it out, choked sobs interrupting your monologue. Johnny could only watch as the person he’d once regarded as the love of his life broke down in front of him.

“Y-you don’t have to stick around, you can leave if you want.” You choked out after a minute but Johnny stayed still, the many questions he had fighting to spawn on the tip of his tongue. But before he could ask more you took a shuddering breath and slid down a wall to the floor, wrapping your arms around your drew up knees and hanging your head before your knees and chest.

After a moment, Johnny slid down the wall with you. Questions could wait, you crying would always be his top priority, even when he was still mad at you. He wrapped his arms around your shuddering form and whispered sweet nothings as you continued to sob. After a few minutes you stopped sobbing, quietly sniffling, and Johnny continued to sit there, you savoring the feeling of being wrapped in his arms.

“I’d understand if you never saw me again.” You said quietly and you felt Johnny nod against your head, an action that inspired more tears to leak from your eyes. It had always been too good to last.

“Unfortunately sometimes what we probably should do is not what we want to do.” He said quietly, placing a kiss against your head, leaving you to ponder the meaning behind that sentence. After a few seconds he sighed.

“I don’t think I’d ever not want to be with you.” He said and you tried to swivel your head to look at him, but you were held back by his arms.

“But I definitely need time. I have and probably always will love you, but right now, I don’t trust you.” As much as it hurt to say, Johnny knew it was the right thing to do. Johnny was only affirmed in this when you nodded your head below his chin. He turned you around to make eye contact with you, taking in your red eyes and wobbly chin. He pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

“I’ve missed you.” While sweet, it still prompted you to burst into a fresh set of tears, one which Johnny teasingly rolled his eyes at.

“Crybaby.” He joked and you could only laugh, happy to be reunited with your happiness.

bah, humbug. Not checking formatting, sorry!!!