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[aquarius-johnny]

“tats & tulips” | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff, soft smut/suggestive | wc: 7k | au: strangers to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: tattoo artist! johnny x afab florist! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: mutual masturbation (like quick mention), other names included for writing purposes, other members mentioned (yuta), full sleeve tatted johnny, he’s also shy and slightly awkward and artistic 𝜗𝜚 summary: a love story between an ‘intimidating’ tattoo artist and the ‘preppy’ florist who just so happens to have their shops next to each other. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : i’m fully aware of johnny having tattoos, but i imagine him to be fully tattooed in this fic. requested by @lovesuhng 𐙚

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When your family business got passed down to you to run, a part of you couldn’t be happier. Sure, you ventured off to do other things in the time being, but to come back and be part of the floral shop your late grandmother graciously raised you in, it truly felt like your life had come full circle. 

Adjusting the vases to your liking, your employee, Hana, makes her way to the display window — something you notice she does at the same time, every day. “Looking for someone?” You playfully tease as you make your way to her, scanning the outside of your shop. 

“You haven’t met the tattooists next door, have you?” She smirks. 

“No, I have not. Why?” You look at her suspiciously.

She smiles. “There’s this specific artist. I see him every morning and it brightens my day even when he’s quite the opposite,” she jokingly retorts. “He’s intimidating, like really intimidating. He’s tall, tattoos all over his arms from what I can see, definitely seems like the brooding bad boy type of guy, rarely seen him smile, but he’s oh so cute.”

“Ah, so we have a brewing crush don’t we?” You giggle, before gently pulling her away from the window to which she gladly follows you.

“Not a crush,” she shakes her head. “He’s more like eye candy. I don’t see myself dating someone so brooding like him. But seeing him made coming to work a little easier…before you came, obviously.” She nudges your arm. 

“And yet, you’re still searching for him?” You chuckle as you watch Hana’s cheeks blush in embarrassment. 

“Force of habit.” She giggles. “You’re single, right? He seems to be around your age.” Hana smirks.

“Alright that’s enough from you. Go and get ready for opening,” you playfully scold with a gentle tap to her arm.

Hana scurries off to the back room while you set out more pottery displays near the front entrance. As you stand near the display window, you feel the warmth of the sun shine through before disappearing behind a temporary cloud. 

You see a car drive into an empty parking spot across the street. A tall man, dressed in head to toe black clothing, steps out of the driver’s seat. He throws a backpack over a shoulder and pushes the sleeves of his black cardigan up to his elbows, exposing his heavily tattooed forearms. When he makes it to the edge of the sidewalk, you both make eye contact with each other before he turns his attention away — eyes refocusing on the tattoo shop he was entering.

Hana meets you by the window and lets out a disappointed groan. “Dammit, I missed him.” She pouts. “Did you see him?”

You nod, clearing your throat. “Yeah. I can definitely see what you mean when you say seeing him makes your day.” 

Hana stifles her laughter. “Come on,” she nudges you. “It’s time to open.”

The first few weeks of business went extremely well as the profits slowly made up for the loss from previous management. 

As you and Hana, along with another new employee you hired named Wren, get ready for the day, you allow Hana to take the new employee under her wing for training while you water the white tulips in its planter outside the display window. Wren and Hana join you, finishing everything needed inside. 

“There he is,” Hana harshly whispers, pulling Wren’s arm. You turn in the direction she’s looking in to find the mysterious tattooed man emerging out of his car. “He opens today and tomorrow.” She giddily remarks.

“I see she’s told you about her little dose of serotonin every morning, huh?” You look at Wren who giggles. 

“She kept telling me I needed to see how attractive he is,” Wren rolls her eyes. 

You turn your back towards the tattoo shop, reaching over to water the flowers behind the two younger girls. 

“What do you think?” Hana whispers, careful not to let him hear or notice they were talking about him. 

“He looks scary,” Wren replies. “Like he looks like he’d break your heart if you gave him a chance. But he is attractive for sure. I can see why you look forward to seeing him.” 

“Not your type?” Hana asks Wren, who glances over towards the direction of the tattoo shop where the tall man is near the  front entrance. 

“Not my type,” Wren replies. “But it seems like our boss might be his.” She whispers quickly before turning around as Hana looks at him.

You’re too busy and preoccupied to notice how the mystery tattoo artist fiddles with his keys a little longer than usual. He quickly steals glances at your attire, eyes wandering up and down your body before he notices your hair is done up into a new hairstyle. When he finally opens up the front door to the tattoo shop, he shuts it behind him before letting out a small sigh. 

When you’re done watering your pride and joy, Hana begins to tap you on your shoulder. You look at her to see a wide smile on her face.

“He was totally checking you out.” Hana gushes. 

“You’re just seeing things,” you rationalize, heading back into your shop to put away the watering can. Both Wren and Hana follow closely behind you.

“Oh come on! Whenever he goes for lunch, he always passes by and I see him try to hide the fact he’s looking in.”

You open your mouth to defend him, but she shushes you.

“He’s never done that before. The past five years I’ve been here, he’s never been this interested in the shop but he suddenly is when he sees who our new boss is?” Hana reports. “Can’t be a coincidence.”

Wren nods her head, approving of Hana’s observations before giggling.

“Maybe he’s surprised with how much the shop has changed?” You move from behind the counter where Hana moves toward you. She opens her mouth to say something before you stop her. “Anyway, it’s time to open,” you smile. “I’ll be in my office!”

You take a deep breath, grab your belongings, and step out of your car. Closing the distance between you and the tattoo shop, you feel your nerves heighten when you step into the space.

The buzzing of needles and laughter fill the room. Another tattooed man greets you from behind the counter, recognizing you from the shop next door. 

“Hey, you work next door right?” He asks with a smile. You feel eyes on you, seeing a few employees lift their heads to get a look at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod.

“You work for…” He snaps his fingers, trying to remember the old manager’s name before you swiftly cut him off.

“No. It’s my shop, actually. Family business and all that stuff,” you smile.

“Nice!” He grins. “Thank god the guy isn’t there anymore, he was a massive dick.”

You can’t help but giggle at his comment. 

The tall, good looking, and mysterious tattoo artist emerges from a back room, quickly catching your attention. When you catch his, his brows lift in surprise before quickly turning his back to you — refocusing his attention on the needed items for his next client.

“I’m Yuta, by the way. Thought I’d introduce myself since we’re neighbors.” He turns to name the other employees working before he lands on the tall man who caught your attention. “And that’s Johnny. He owns the shop.” 

You smile at his kindness, easing your nerves a little before you tell him your name. 

“You have an appointment, right? I think I saw your name in our system.” His eyes quickly scan the computer screen in front of him, searching for your name. “Okay, yeah, I found it. Johnny will be working on you today.” 

You quickly thank him before taking a seat on the black sofa against the wall. You see Yuta playfully nudge the guy you’ve been checking out for the past few months before your tattooed crush nudges him back, seeing a glimpse of a smile dance on his lips.

Looking at the full length mirror on the opposite wall from you, you realize how much you stand out against the darker walls. You scan your white tennis shoes that’s paired with your light green pleated mini skirt and white camisole top that’s under your light green cardigan. 

You hear your name and you look up at your tattoo artist standing behind the counter. “Come on back,” he smiles, tilting his head towards his work area. 

Your heart pounds against your chest as you get up. You follow him, scanning his tall frame up and down before he turns around to face you.

“Have a seat,” he gestures. He sits on a rolling stool and places himself in front of you. “I’m Johnny, by the way. You work next door, right? I don’t think we ever met.” He extends his hand for you to shake.

You grab his hand, giving him a soft smile. “Yeah, I do.” Your hold lingers a little longer than it usually would before you pull back. “It’s nice to finally put a name to a face.”

Johnny shyly looks down, chuckling at your comment. Grabbing his iPad, he pulls up the reference photo you sent in. 

You both discuss the intricacies of your tattoo, adjusting the image to your liking before he walks you through the process and has you sign consent forms.

“Where do you want it?” Johnny asks, his eye contact causing heat to flush against your cheeks. 

You quickly remove your cardigan and point to your inner forearm. 

He quickly stencils the medium sized design that starts at your wrist and runs up your entire forearm. He gets your approval of the placement before beginning the fairly lengthy process. 

“Let me know if you need a break,” he softly says before the vibrations of the needle is heard — adding to the other noises that filled the room. 

As the needle punctures your skin, your mind strays away from the pain and instead notices the way Johnny’s gloved fingers press against your soft skin and how you could feel his breath as he moves closer to your body. You feel your heart race being so close to him. 

When the needle moves over tender spots, Johnny notices the way your body tenses. 

“Try to relax,” he softly, but sternly instructs. “You’re doing a great job so far.”

You feel your stomach do backflips at his words.

“Sorry,” you mumble. 

“So, tell me.” Johnny clears his throat, eyes still fixed on the lines of the stencil. “What made you want to work at a flower shop? I’m assuming you love flowers?” He questions, referring to the intricate design that includes flowers.

“My grandma opened up the flower shop next door, so I grew up in it while my parents were at work. She taught me about different flowers and even taught me how to customize a bouquet,” you giggle, seeing the corner of Johnny’s mouth lift into a smile after hearing your laugh. “My grandma told me that flowers make people better and happier, like it’s medicine for the soul and it stuck with me. I saw flowers differently growing up and I wanted to do something that genuinely makes me happy, hence becoming a florist. When she passed, my mom couldn’t run the shop with her job so she hired someone else to do it and that new manager took what my grandma built and ruined it. So, I finished up getting my business degree and my mom passed the shop down to me.”

Johnny lifts his head to quickly look at you. “I think your grandma was right.” He nods. “You’re also doing great keeping your grandma’s legacy intact.”

“Thank you,” you shyly reply. “So tell me, what made you want to open your own shop instead of working for someone else?”

Johnny gives you a chuckle. “Honestly?” He smiles before returning to your design.

“Yes, honestly.”

“It was a compromise I made with my mom. She wasn’t the biggest fan of me becoming a tattoo artist, so she said that if I major in business while in university, then she’ll get off my back.”

“Did she?”

“No,” Johnny laughs. “She then said to put my degree to use. She probably meant to get into some boring corporate job, but I opened this shop instead.”

“Has she finally gotten off your back?” You giggle.

“Kinda,” he smiles, slightly shaking his head. “She still isn’t used to me being covered in tattoos, but she understands how much I love what I do, so that’s enough.”

After a few hours, the studio was cleared out of clients. During your session, Johnny’s employees let him know they were leaving, eventually leaving you two alone in the shop.

He finishes up, reminding you of the aftercare process, and you both walk over to the front counter. 

“Sorry I made you stay past closing,” you apologize, preparing your payment method. 

“You’re good, sometimes it happens.” Johnny grins, presenting you with the service amount, causing you to question how low the payment amount is. 

“I expected to pay more,” you furrow your brows a bit, looking up at Johnny who raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, uh,” he chuckles. “Think of it as a discount for other shop owners.” 

“You don’t need to do that.” Your eyes soften at his words, unknowingly making his knees weak.

“Perks of being the owner,” he shyly smiles, biting his bottom lip nervously.

“Thank you.” You tap your card against the card reader. “Are you leaving after this?”

“Gotta close up first. Probably gonna grab dinner then head home. You?” He pauses, realizing you are in fact going to leave after this. “I mean, do you have any plans after this?” You see his cheeks burn a rosy pink flush.

“Probably just grab dinner and head home too,” you nod. Your mind races as you debate on whether or not to invite him to get dinner with you. “Actually, there’s a restaurant a few stores down. If you want, we can get something to eat, my treat. A way for me to make up for making you stay here so late.” You suddenly feel heat run under your skin. “If not, I totally understand.” You stammer over your words. “It’s late and you probably already had a really long day.” 

“I don’t mind,” Johnny chuckled, lifting his hand to the back of his neck. “Give me like 15 minutes to clean and close up.” 

“Take your time,” you nod. “I’m gonna go quickly check on my employees next door. I’ll meet you outside?”

Johnny nods. He nearly stumbles over a chair behind him when he walks backward before he catches himself, shyly turning away from you to cover his embarrassment only to be betrayed by the way his ears flush a red tint. 

You quietly laugh to yourself and quickly disappear into your shop, your employees shocked to see you. 

“Hey, I knew that was your car I saw when I came back from lunch,” Hana says, wiping down the clear glass table and closing up for the night. 

Wren emerges from the back room and greets you with the same shock as Hana did. 

“I got my tattoo done next door,” you share, trying to keep your excitement contained. “Your eye candy has a name and it’s Johnny. He’s the owner of the shop.”

“Was he the one who did your tattoo?” Wren questions, restocking some of the pottery items that sold out during the day.

You nod, earning a squeal from both of them. “I’m actually going to that restaurant a few stores down for dinner with him.” You share. “But it is not a date.” You playfully point at Hana who you could already see going on and on about it being a date.

Before they can respond, a knock on the entrance door is heard. You turn to see Johnny wave at you with a kind smile, letting you know he was ready to go.

“That’s the first time I saw him smile!” Hana shares through clenched teeth, thankful for the four walls that made Johnny blissfully unaware that you were all talking about him. 

“I gotta go.” You make your way to the door, opening it, and turning to wave the girls goodbye.

“Have fun!” Hana and Wren shouts, earning a small wave from Johnny who is silently thanking them for letting him steal you away from the conversation.

“That was fast. Must be really hungry, huh?” You playfully comment that earns another shy smile from him. 

He sticks his hands into the pockets of his black cardigan. “Yuta actually did everything else, I just had to clean and lock up.” You feel his arm brush against yours, realizing you both were a lot closer to each other than you thought you were. “I’m sorry if I interrupted the conversation you were having. I didn’t mind waiting.”

“You’re fine,” you smile up at him. “Just wanted to see how the day went, that’s all.”

Johnny holds the door open for you when you both reach the restaurant. You’re greeted by a hostess who quickly seats both of you. 

You grab a menu that’s laid on the table before watching Johnny push up the sleeves of his cardigan, exposing his sleeve of tattoos on his forearms before picking up the menu for himself.

“Any tattoos you have that you’ve done yourself?” You ask, eyeing his arms. 

He looks down, smiling to himself. Setting down the menu. “There’s this one,” he says, showing you a simple ace of spades card tattoo. “And this one.” He points to another small tattoo of a ramen bowl with noodles and chopsticks. 

“Cute,” you giggle. “Your girlfriend must really love your tattoos, huh?”

Johnny picks up the menu again, scanning through it. “I’d hope so,” he pauses.

Your heart quickly falls to the pit of your stomach, suddenly feeling foolish for thinking he was single.

“If I had one.” He continues, one finger tapping against the menu before he closes it, assuming he’s finally decided on what to order. “I don’t date much.” 

“Oh?” Your surprised tone makes Johnny lift his gaze to meet yours. “By choice?”

“I guess you can say that,” he softly chuckles. “I’ve been told that I’m unapproachable, so I guess women don’t come up to me a lot.”

When you finally decide on what to order, you stack your menu on top of his. “You don’t ever make the first move?” You question before taking a sip of water.

“No, not really.” He clears his throat. “I guess if I really like someone, then yeah I’ll make the effort, but if I’m being completely honest with you, I’m really shy when it comes to things like that.”

The surprised look on your face catches his attention.

“Does my shyness surprise you?”Johnny chuckles in amusement, slightly cocking his head to the side, leaning into the backrest of his chair.

“Yeah, kind of? You’re just really intimidating,” you softly let out, leaning onto the table, elbows and arms resting on the table top. “I don’t think you being shy would be my first thought when looking at you.”

“What were your first thoughts of me?” He asks curiously.

You shake your head, a cheeky grin appearing. You definitely aren’t sharing the thoughts you had when you first saw him, so instead you keep it general. “I mistook your shyness for aloofness,” you share. 

He smiles, looking down at his fingers before  mimicking your body language. “I should probably fix all of that, right? If I want to get a girlfriend.”

“I don’t think so,” you shake your head. “It’s not a problem, you just have to find someone who can get through that tough looking facade. I have a feeling you’re gentle and sweet, so I don’t think it’ll be hard for you to get a girlfriend just by being you.”

The waitress stops by to take your order, pausing your conversation for a moment. When she walks away, you catch Johnny looking at you.

“You think your boyfriend is gonna like your tattoo?” He asks, glancing down at your index finger tapping against the table top. 

“I’m sure he would,” you pause, taking a sip of water. “If he existed. Like yourself, I don’t date much either.”

“Why not?” Johnny questions, attempting to hide his shock.

“Honestly? People don’t really ask me out.” You chuckle, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. “I don’t think I catch people’s attention,” you giggle. 

“I’m sure you catch people’s attention.” He gives you a bashful smile. “Maybe they’re just too shy to say anything.”

Since dinner, you and Johnny have been more friendly when you see each other. 

You find yourself near the display window whenever it’s near Johnny’s lunch break just so you catch his attention, making him give you a small smile and wave when he sees you. While Johnny always makes sure to grab something to eat at the bakery that is a few stores down from your shop, so he could see you even if just for a moment when he passes by. 

“I’m going on break,” you tell Hana who nods as she greets a customer who regularly comes by the shop.

You walk over a few stores down to the bakery you always go to. The aroma of freshly baked goods makes your mouth water. As you’re waiting in line, you feel a presence behind you. 

“Hey,�� the familiar voice says, bending forward towards your ear.

You turn to see your tattoo artist, sporting him wearing the black cardigan he loves to wear but this time with a white t-shirt underneath. “Hey Johnny,” you smile, turning your attention back to the moving line.

“What’re you getting?” He asks, standing next to you. He looks at the menu above the workers, deciding on what to get. 

You tell him your go-to order before you watch him nod his head. 

“How’s your tattoo healing, by the way?”

“Really well,” you proudly smile, lifting your cardigan sleeve to show him your forearm. “See?”

“Yeah, looks good.” He smiles down at you, but you’re too busy admiring your tattoo.

You both step forward as the line moves and the cashier greets both of you. 

Johnny orders for you and him, swiftly pulling his phone out to pay for the pastries. “Could you bag those separately, please?” He asks the woman in front of him who simply nods. 

“You didn’t have to,” you nudged his arm with yours. “But thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, nudging your arm back. “Are you heading back after this?” He asks, waiting for the baked goods.

“I was actually going to stay for a bit. What about you?”

“I was planning on staying, too.” He grins, extending his hand out to grab the paper bags filled with pastries and iced coffees he ordered. “Can I join you?” 

“Of course,” you giggle, leading him to an empty table. He takes a look into the bags, giving you the pastries that you ordered along with the iced coffee you wanted.

You both talk about your day before laughing and giggling when one of your pastries is almost stolen by a passing baby in a stroller. The child’s mother profusely apologizes for her child’s curiosity, only to have the toddler give you a gummy smile. 

You don’t notice how Johnny looks at your interaction with the child. His eyes sparkle when he smiles, admiring your playful demeanor around the kid and the calm demeanor with the mom. He watches you wave goodbye to the child who squeals in excitement as they leave the bakery. You miss the opportunity to see him admiring you — this time, right in front of him.

You both finish eating before walking back to your respective shops together. You stop in front of yours. Before you could thank him for paying for your lunch again, he asks if he could ask you something.

“Sure,” you nod. “What is it?”

“I know you're busy and I probably should’ve asked sooner, but do you think you could make me a bouquet of flowers? It’s my mom’s birthday today.”

“Ah! This is why you bought me lunch today,” you playfully remark. “Butter me up before asking me for a favor.” 

“Damn, you read me like a book.” Johnny giggles, playing along.

“Yeah, I can definitely make one for your mom.” You smile. “Any flowers in particular she likes?” 

“Sunflowers and tulips.” 

“When do you want to pick it up?”

“Think it can be done by 4? I’m leaving a little before the shop closes for the day.”

“Yeah, for sure.” You smile. “I’ll see you around 4. Thanks for the treats, again.” You wave him goodbye and head into the store.

“Pretty,” Hana smiles as she looks at the vase of flowers, meeting you behind the counter.

“Thank you,” you smile. “Johnny asked if I could make it for his mom’s birthday.” 

Hana playfully gushes, nudging you in the arm with her elbow. “Speak of the devil.” She smirks, eyeing the entrance where Johnny walks in. 

The colors of your shop's wall contrast heavily against the dark clothes Johnny wears. 

He radiates a bright smile upon seeing you as he makes his way to the front counter. 

“Wow,” he grins. “So pretty.” 

Hana glances over at your interaction with Johnny. She quickly notes the way he looks at you when he compliments you only to notice that you were looking at the flowers — her heart screaming out in frustration that you missed his compliment.

“Here, write a quick note to your mom.” You slide a small card with a pen in his direction. He pushes his sleeves up his arms before writing a quick note. 

Pulling out an already prepped gift bag from under the counter, you place it next to the vase. 

Johnny slides you the note and you carefully place it between the plastic card holder that’s in the middle of the bouquet. 

“I also added one of our best selling ceramic cups for her as a little gift from us.” You smile, sliding the items towards him.

“That’s very kind of you.” He smiles, watching as you fiddle with your register. 

You show him his total cost, watching him knit his eyebrows together in confusion. “I expected to pay more,” he giggles, repeating the same comment you made when you got your tattoo.

“Think of it as a discount for other shop owners,” you tease.

“I can pay for it in full. I made you do it last min-”

You cut him off. “Perks of being the owner, right?” You giggle.

Johnny quickly accepts defeat and pays. He grabs the vase and gift bag, then proceeds to walk away only to stop in his tracks. He hesitates for a moment before turning to face you again. 

“There’s another thing I want to ask you,” he softly lets out, setting down the items back onto the counter.

“Need another bouquet?”

He softly giggles and shakes his head. “Are you free Friday night?” He nervously bites down on his bottom lip. 

“Yeah.” You slowly nod your head. 

“Do you maybe wanna go see a movie with me?” He pauses. “Like on a date?”

Your brows lift in surprise. “Yeah, I’d love to,” you smile, feeling your heart swell tenfold. You watch a sense of relief wash over his face, confidence quickly returning to his tall frame.

“Great,” he grins. “Can I get your number?” He pulls his phone out and hands it to you to input your number. 

You hand his phone back to him after saving your number in his contacts before leading him out, opening the door for him. 

“Thanks,” he grins. “I’ll call you.”

During the movie, you watch Johnny’s fingers tap against his dark colored jeans as he bounces his knee. 

“Nervous?” You lean over to whisper in his ear.

“Maybe a little,” he weakly grins. He sharply inhales, trying to calm his nerves. “Sorry, I’m distracting you.”

You reach over, gently grabbing his hand and interlocking your fingers between his. “Better?” You smile, shifting your body to rest your head on his broad shoulder.

He quickly relaxes, tightening his grip on your hand. “Much better.” He gently rests his cheek against you.

You stroke your thumb over his hand as you refocus on the big screen. A few minutes later, your attention is pulled away when Johnny softly whispers your name. 

“Hm?” You lift your head to look at him. You could feel the air thicken around the two of you.

Tension builds when his hand gently cups the side of your neck and your lips part at his touch. Your heart thumps hard against your chest. He leans into you and his lips gently press against yours. A spark in your stomach ignites and you feel nothing but pure bliss. You move your soft lips with his, feeling him deepening the kiss before slowly pulling away. 

Johnny tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing you again, this time, slowly delving his tongue into your mouth and gently rolling it over yours. Your hands grip onto his shirt, pulling on it to keep him close to you. He tugs on your bottom lip as he pulls away, causing your stomach to flutter immensely and leaving you breathless.

“Do you still wanna watch the movie?” He whispers, stroking his thumb against your cheek, his lips just centimeters away from yours. “We can grab something to eat and head back to my place instead.”

“After you,” you quickly reply.

Johnny chuckles. He quickly finds your hand, leading you out of the theater and back to his car.

You unbuckle your seatbelt when you arrive at his apartment building after grabbing a pizza of your choice. Your hand reaches to open the passenger car door until Johnny gently grabs your hand.

“Just so you know, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Please don’t feel like we need to do anything other than hang out.” His reassurance lifts a weight off your shoulders. 

“Thank you for saying that,” you smile. 

You follow him up to his apartment. Settling in his living room, he places the pizza box onto the coffee table and grabs paper plates from his kitchen cabinet while you wash up in his bathroom. You join him on the sofa, grabbing the plate with a slice of pizza on it that Johnny hands you. 

“Can I ask you something?” You ask Johnny, who leans his back against the sofa’s armrest with his legs pressed against his chest. You mimic his seating position on the opposite end of the sofa. 

“Sure,” he takes a bite of his pizza. 

“So, what made you want to ask me out?” 

He nearly chokes on his food before washing it down with his drink, clearly finding your question unexpected. 

You give him a moment to recollect himself while giggling at his reaction. 

“I, um,” he stammers. “I enjoyed our conversation we had over dinner that day you got your tattoo.” He shyly smiles. 

“Oh?” You grin. “Why did it take you so long? It’s been like two months since then.” 

“I wasn’t sure if you were interested. Like I told you that night, I don’t usually ask people out.” He blushes at you. “Speaking of that day, can I admit something?” 

You nod, taking a bite of your food. 

“I was surprised you came into the shop when you did.” He bites back a laugh before swallowing. 

Your brows shoot up in shock. “Why’s that?” You cock your head to the side, a smile lifting from the corners of your mouth.

“You don’t look like someone who would get a tattoo.”

“There’s a specific look?” You tease.

“No, no,” he giggles. “You just look like someone who wouldn’t want one or didn’t care to get one. I guess I didn’t expect you to see you and talk to you that day either.” 

“But you’re glad I came in?” 

“Definitely,” he lightly chuckles before taking a sip of his drink. 

“I’m glad I did too,” you take another bite. “I’m able to get to know you and I got the tattoo I’ve always wanted. It’s a win-win situation for me, really.” 

“Any more questions you wanna ask?” He teases.

You ponder his question, thinking of something to ask. You nod your head when you finally think of a question. “Can I see your sketchbook?” You ask, sweetly.

“How do you know I have a sketchbook?”

“Before I got my tattoo, I would see you at the bakery on your lunch breaks with it. I’ve always wanted to see it.”

“Oh? So you’ve been watching me?” He teases, placing his slice of pizza onto his plate on the coffee table. “Let me go grab it.” He disappears into another room and returns with a black sketchbook in his hand.

You extend your hand out as Johnny hands it to you. You reposition yourself so you’re leaning your back on the backrest of the sofa. 

Opening up the sketchbook, you excitedly flip through the pages in awe. Johnny takes a seat next to you, sinking into the sofa.

His sketchbook is full of potential tattoo designs and little doodles that he drew that you recognize he has tattooed on his arms. You lightly graze the coffee stains that paint some corners of the pages, knowing he probably spilled some of his coffee on it while he was on break. You eventually come across portraits he’s drawn of random people. 

“I didn’t know you drew portraits,” you look up at him who shyly looks away when you catch him staring at you. You wrap your arm around his bicep, resting your head onto his shoulder, finding it adorable when he gets shy around you.

“It’s not something I’m super confident in, so I don’t tell people.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

“These are really good though,” you praise. “Do you just draw random people you see?”

“Only ones that spark some emotion.” 

He points to his drawing of an old man having coffee by himself and holding a letter in his hand. “He used to come to a cafe with an old lady every weekend and one weekend, he came alone.” Then he points to a drawing of a little boy with tears brimming his eyes. “He fell and ran to his dad because he scraped his elbow.” And points again to a drawing of the side profile of a girl. “I just thought she looked lonely.” 

“These are all sad pictures,” you let out. 

“It was all I really noticed at the time,” he shrugged.

You flip the page and scan more beautiful drawings. As you’re about to turn the page again, Johnny tugs on the book, swiftly pulling it away from you.

“I think that’s enough,” he nervously chuckles, getting up from his seat.

“Wait,” you pout. “But I wanted to see more. They’re really good.” 

Johnny hesitates. 

“I’m not here to judge it, I find your work incredible.” You tug on his arm, urging him to sit back down. “Please?”

He slowly sits back down and gives it back and you flip back to the page you were on. “Thank you,” you smile, repositioning your arm around his bicep again. 

Turning the page, you find portraits of you that fill two pages. One of them is a drawing of you holding a bouquet of flowers behind what looks like your store’s display window — presumably the same day you first saw Johnny. There’s another portrait of you watering flowers with sketches of tulips next to it. 

“Have you been a secret admirer of mine?” You tease playfully, feeling his body move as he chuckled. 

Your fingers brush over another drawing of you sipping on your iced coffee as you look at your phone. You flip the page again and see another drawing of you eating a bowl of ramen with the same outfit you wore the night you had dinner with Johnny. 

You continue flipping the pages before eventually coming to a blank page. Closing the sketchbook, you carefully hand it back to him who places it on the coffee table in front of you. 

He turns his entire body to face you. 

“You’re really talented,” you smile. “But I’m just a little confused.” 

“About?”

“You said you draw portraits that ignite some kind of emotion right? The drawings of me didn’t look like it invoked any emotions, it’s just things that I do like drink coffee or watering plants.” You laugh, holding Johnny’s hand in yours. 

“It might not seem like it, but it does.” He lifts your hand to his lips, giving the back of your hand a tender kiss. “I haven’t felt this way about anyone in a really long time.” 

“Felt what?” You smirk, fully knowing what he was talking about. 

Johnny shakes his head, biting his bottom lip with a smile across his face. “I like you.” He admits. “I hope that’s okay. I’m not entirely sure if I’m your type b-” 

You cleanly cut him off. “You’re exactly my type,” you grin. “And for what it’s worth, I like you, too.” 

Johnny leans in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead. Silence falls between you for a moment. “It’s getting late,” he lets out. “I should get you home.” He cups your cheek with his hand and strokes your skin with his thumb. You give his palm a gentle kiss. 

“I don’t wanna go home,” you wearily let out. 

Johnny’s eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise at your words — you would miss it if you weren’t looking right at him. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He asks, heart beating against his chest, nervously awaiting your answer. 

“Yes.”

You both lay in Johnny’s bed, lips moving in sync with each other’s as his hand explores your body. His lips move to the crook of your neck, swiping his tongue against your skin before sucking it into his mouth. 

“Remember when you said we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do?” You question. 

He lifts his head and nods.

“Would it still be okay if I did want to do something?” 

“Only if it’s something you really want to do,” he clarifies, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “There’s no rush, really.” 

“I want to,” you shyly let out, feeling a hint of embarrassment. “Do you?”

He nods and begins peppering kisses against your heated cheek before capturing your lips once again. Smoothly removing his shirt, your eyes scan the tattoos inked onto his right side of his chest as he hovers over you. 

Your hands cup the sides of his neck, pulling him down to your lips. A low groan is heard from Johnny before he removes his sweatpants, kicking the fabric to the side. 

Quickly sitting up, you lift your arms as he helps you remove your top, allowing the fabric to fall onto the bedroom floor as Johnny presses his soft lips against your collarbone, causing you to fall onto your back again. You undo your jeans and Johnny helps you remove them, throwing it to the side. 

“You’re sure about this?” Johnny questions. 

“More than sure,” you smile, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Johnny carefully removes the fabric covering your core, leaving you completely naked underneath him. He gently strokes your slit, feeling your body tingle under his touch as he coats his finger with your arousal. A quiet moan parts your lips, earning a little smile from him. 

Dipping into his underwear, you gently tug on his shaft. He quickly removes the only fabric he has on, his erection more prominent than ever. Licking your hand, you slowly stroke his length, watching him bite back a moan — his jaw falls open when you rub your thumb over his sensitive tip.

“I want you now,” you softly beg. 

He leans over to his nightstand, pulling a condom out of the drawer before sliding it on. Aligning himself with your entrance, you feel his tip slowly dip inside of you. 

You bite down on your bottom lip as you feel the stretch. Your fingers dig crescent shaped indents into his biceps as he sinks deeper into you. 

Johnny gently moves deeper with every stroke until he’s completely inside of you. He keeps his sights on you, watching your body move up and down with every deep, slow, and sensual thrust. 

You’re inched closer and closer to your climax as Johnny’s tip hits that sensitive spot in you. He swallows your moans as he kisses you before you wrap your arms around his neck and press the heel of your feet against his lower back, keeping him as close to him as possible. 

He’s timing his orgasm with yours, wanting to make sure you reach your climax before he does. 

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your back arches, and sweet melodic moans fill his room when your orgasm overtakes your body. Johnny releases into the condom right after you — helping you through your ecstasy as his thick ropes fill up the latex. 

He kisses you, hard. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. The weight of his body on top of you warms your naked body as he tries to catch his breath for a moment before slowly pulling himself out of you. 

“I’m great,” you weakly grin. “Are you okay?”

He chuckles, sharply inhaling before another soft laugh leaves his lips. “I’m good.” He removes the condom and tosses it into his trash bin. “Should we wash up before calling it a night?” Johnny stands at the edge of his bed, extending his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand and he leads you to his bathroom, helping you wash up before heading to bed. You’re cuddled next to him and feel his large hand stroke your back. You lay your head on his chest with your eyes closed, slowly falling asleep to his heartbeats.

Johnny kisses your forehead tenderly. “Good night, baby. See you in the morning.”

[aquarius-johnny]

nct johnny's master list: smut ❀ aquarius-johnny

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one-shots:

✦ patience is a virtue ≫ mature ≫ johnny’s late nights in the office took a toll on your sex life, so you decided to do something about it. when he got home, he thanked you for being patient with him in the way he thought was appropriate.  ✦ wet dreams ≫ mature ≫ after watching a heated dance practice, and avoiding him for a bit, your fantasies about johnny become a reality. ✦ oh, baby ≫ mature ≫ johnny wants a baby. that’s it. he really wants one. ✦ baby, don’t stop ≫ mature ≫ johnny loves the idea of shooting his load inside of you, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant a lot more.  ✦ 12:21 ≫ mature ≫ you’re in charge tonight, but it seems like johnny can’t keep up. ✦ thin walls ≫ mature ≫ a heartbroken jaehyun sulks in his room and a caring johnny helps him get over his breakup in the only way he thought was appropriate: letting him fuck you with him. ✦ first time ≫ mature ≫ you decide to lose your virginity to your one and only. ✦ double the fun ≫ mature ≫ johnny invites taeyong for a fun threesome. ✦ never have i ever ≫ mature ≫ after a game of ‘never have i ever,’ johnny and his friends find out about your past sexual experiences, which you have not told johnny about. let’s just say, he didn’t appreciate finding out about you when his friends did. ✦ 7 minutes ≫ mature ≫ yuta knows how interested you are in johnny and gets you to hook up in a bathroom for 7 minutes during a game of truth or dare. ✦ sexual frustration ≫ mature ≫ you feel the need to release your sexual frustrations in the backseat of Johnny’s car. ✦ unexpectedly yours ≫ mature ≫ johnny is such a lover boy – that’s why his attempted one night stand with you turns into him desperately needing you. ✦ seasons of love ≫ mature ≫ moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. ✦ tats & tulips ≫ mature ≫ a love story between an ‘intimidating’ tattoo artist and the ‘preppy’ florist who just so happens to have their shops next to each other.

✦ totally platonic (new) ≫ mature ≫ you’re nearing your thirties and still a virgin. johnny, your best friend and only person who knows about your secret, offers to take your virginity seeing how much its bothering you — but it’s all platonic, duh!

blurbs:

✦ the alarm to take your birth control... ≫ mature ✦ after a long and stressful day, you... ≫ mature ✦ listen, it’s for science... ≫ mature ✦ playlist: sex with johnny ✦ johnny’s tall frame traps you between... ≫ mature ✦ “baby,��� johnny moans as you rub... ≫ mature ✦ johnny lifts you onto your newly... ≫ mature ✦ what does an orgasm feel like?... ≫ mature ✦ your hands tangled into Johnny’s... ≫ mature

drabbles:

✦ during dinner with yours and... ≫ mature ✦ tell me how much you love my... ≫ mature ✦ johnny pushes your skin tight... ≫ mature ✦ i’m going to be late because you... ≫ mature ✦ after a long day of rehearsals... ≫ mature ✦ i heard shower sex is dangerous... ≫ mature ✦ you quickly peek through... ≫ mature ✦ johnny didn’t give you a second to... ≫ mature ✦ you find yourself sneaking away with... ≫ mature ✦ wiggling your wrists, you double... ≫ mature ✦ johnny’s hands carefully glide up your... ≫ mature ✦ trembling under johnny’s touch... ≫ mature ✦ how did I ever let you talk me... ≫ mature ✦ tracing an ice cube against his soft... ≫ mature ✦ you found yourself on johnny’s front... ≫ mature ✦ lover boy johnny... ≫ mature

[aquarius-johnny]

Unexpectedly Yours | Johnny Suh

genre: smut | word count: 5.9k | master list navi warnings:  loverboy! johnny, f! reader, unestablished relationship, overstimulation, pet names (baby, my girl), praising, creampie  summary: johnny is such a lover boy – that’s why his attempted one night stand with you turns into him desperately needing you. a/n: border by @dollywons | based off my loverboy!johnny post

Johnny’s hands move against your body as you’re cradling him in the driver’s seat of his car, parked outside of your apartment building. His hands desperately hold onto you, not wanting you to leave him. Your lips crashing into his, movements in sync as he moves his hand up your thighs, your waist, and places itself to the crook of your neck. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer into him as if it were possible. 

“Do you really have to go?” He asks between kisses. 

You press a smile against his lips. “Gonna miss me?” You tease. You pull back, admiring how a strand of his hair falls against his forehead. You push the piece back, placing your hand on his shoulder, awaiting his answer.

He chuckles, pulling you in again by the back of your neck. His lips move with yours so carelessly, so sloppily, you feel an erection beginning to form under you. 

You let out a soft giggle, pulling yourself back. “I have to go,” you pout, maneuvering off his lap and back into the passenger seat. 

Using the back of his hand, he wipes off the glossy mess you left on his lips. He deeply sighs before gently taking your hand into his. His eyes frantically search for a pen, before settling for a sharpie from his glove compartment. 

“Here’s my number,” he says as he carefully writes his number neatly in the palm of your hand. “I’d love to do this again.” He brings the back of your hand to his lips before giving you a soft peck against your skin. 

Slow pulling away, you look at the black ink written on your hand, letting out a small laugh and earning a curious look from Johnny.

“What’s so funny?” He playfully scoffs, throwing the sharpie back into the glove compartment. 

“You know,” you pause. “You could’ve put your number in my phone instead.”

The corner of his lips tug into a smile, giving you a playful eye roll at your sassy remark. “Well,” he arches a brow. “Now there’s no excuse for losing my number,” he pauses, staring at your hand. “For a couple of days, at least.” 

You smile sweetly at him. “Good night Johnny.” You open the passenger side door. “Thanks for the ride.”

As you step out, he fumbles on his words. “D-do you want me to walk you to your door?”

“I‘ll be okay,” you smile. “Good night.”

Johnny nods his head, his eyes following you to the entrance of the building. You pull out your key fob, only to turn around to catch him staring at you. Your eyes are deadlocked on his and you slowly unzip the jacket you have on, exposing the little lace fabric you have underneath that drove Johnny crazy. Under the light that lit the entrance of the building, the kiss marks he left on you were on full display. Johnny panics, looking out his window before seeing you’ve completely removed your jacket. You blow him a kiss in which he replies with a smirk and a tug to his bottom lip, bringing it between his teeth. He shakes his head and a goofy smile appears before he lazily tries to hide it. “You’re a tease!” He shouts out of his car, shaking his head although it’s clear he’s enjoying every second of it. You don’t say a word; all you do is innocently shrug your shoulders before heading inside your building. 

There was something riveting seeing all of the hickies Johnny left you, forming pretty patches against your skin. It was almost like a sign that you were his. Although you two had just met that night, there was something that drew him to you — karma, cosmic energy, pure lust — and whatever it was, he didn’t want anyone else to have you. That night, you think about the amazing fuck you had with him, the way he just knew what to do to make you feel good. The way his large hands pinned you against the mattress as he rammed himself inside of you, over and over again until you were cockdrunk off him, fumbling over your words and unable to form coherent sentences as he whispered explicit questions into your ear. You remember how he made you cum, over and over again until you quiver at the pleasure. God, you didn’t want him to fuck anyone else except you and he didn’t want to fuck anyone else but you.

A few days go by and each passing day, you’re tempted to call him to come over. There were nights where your thumb hovered over his name in your contacts, mentally debating to call him only to opt out of it in hopes to string him along a little longer. In hopes that he’ll start missing your pussy as much as you did with his cock.

However, one night — to your surprise — his name pops up on your lock screen. Arching a brow in curiosity as you read the preview of the text. 

johnny suh: I hope the reason you haven’t called me yet is because you lost my number, but considering you probably still have it written on your hand, I don’t think that’s the reason, hm?

You smile at your phone, looking at the slightly faded number written on your hand. He was right, you still had it written on you. You go to open your messages to reply to him, but you’re interrupted by his phone call instead. For what it’s worth, you definitely appreciated his tenacity and ambition to see you again. You answer the call, bringing your phone to your ear.

“You’re a needy one, aren’t you?” You playfully let out.

“After that night, how can I not be?” You didn’t have to see him to know he was grinning as he spoke, clearly reminding himself of the night you also replayed over and over again in your head.

“John, honey,” you teased, attempting to change the subject. “How did you get my number? I don’t remember giving it to you.” 

A little laugh leaves Johnny’s lips. “Your friend gave it to me,” he confesses. “I hope that’s okay?” 

You mentally thank your best friend for being the greatest wingman you could ever have. 

“It’s fine,” you smile. “Can I ask why you’re calling?”

Johnny lets out a playful sigh that’s mixed with a chuckle. “I like it when you play hard to get.” His voice is deep but quiet, almost as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him, making you tingle at your core. “I was wondering if you were busy tonight?”

You hum in response before giving him what he wanted. “What did you have in mind?” Walking over to your closet, you search for something to wear, already knowing what he’s about to tell you. 

“My roommates are gone for the night.” He pauses, all while you hold a skin tight black dress in front of you. Holding it against your body in front of the full length mirror, you see the hem stopping mid thighs, just enough to cover your ass. “I was thinking it would be the perfect time to see you again.” You put the dress back before pulling out an oversized graphic t-shirt hanging in your closet. 

“Gone the whole night?” You repeat.

Johnny hums, waiting for your answer. 

“What would we do?” You wonder aloud, a forced innocence wraps around every syllable as you asked the question. You press the shirt against your body, as you look at yourself in the mirror. Although it is slightly longer, ending right above your knees, you decide on this one instead — not trying to come off as too needy for sex although that’s exactly what you wanted. 

“Anything you want,” Johnny replies, patient as ever. “I just wanna see you.” 

A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach as you hear the words leave his lips. 

“I think that’s a great idea,” you smile, removing the clothes you have on before throwing on the oversized shirt you picked out. 

“Perfect,” he replies, hearing him grab his keys and opening a door in the background through the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.”

You watch as Johnny unlocks his front door, pushing it open as you tread behind him, entering his humble abode. 

“Do you want something to drink?” Johnny asks, turning to you while pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.” You smile at him before taking a look around the environment. “How many roommates do you have?” You ask, standing near an archway that leads into a hallway. 

“Two,” he nodded as he spoke. “They’re watching a movie before going bar hopping.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “And you didn’t want to join them?” You lightly tug on the strings of Johnny’s sweatpants, pulling him closer to you.

“I thought about it,” he teases, tucking your hair behind your ear. “But I wanted to be with you instead.” 

You hum at his answer, planting a soft kiss against his cheek. “Where’s your bedroom?” You ask, turning towards the hallway.

Johnny places his hand on your lower back, guiding you down the short hallway, passing a few doors before he opens his. Stepping into his room, you could see he cleaned up a bit before picking you up. A stack of clothes were shoved into his closet, a stray t-shirt sticking out of his closet door, giving it away. 

“You look pretty,” Johnny compliments, slowly shutting the door behind him. You hear a click, indicating him locking it. “I like your shirt.”

You turn to him, smiling. “Thank you,” you reply, closing the gap between the two of you. “So you’re sure your roommates won’t be home all night?” Slinging your arms over his broad shoulders. His hands place themselves on your waist, giving it a squeeze that sparked something in behind your belly button. 

His lips dangerously close to yours, you could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke; his voice so soft, so desperate for you. “All night,” he breathes right before crashing his lips into yours. 

His movements are messy, almost erratic. Pulling you in close to his body, his strong arms lift you effortlessly before making his way to his bed, laying you on your back. His lips travel from your lips to your cheek, then down to the crook of your neck. “God, you’re all I’ve been thinking about.” He mutters against your soft skin before lapping his tongue over an untouched spot on your neck, free of a mark. He sucks on your skin, earning a small satisfying chuckle that leaves your lips. Johnny’s fingers roam against your body, sliding his calloused hands over your thighs — such a jarring difference compared to your baby soft skin.

Johnny’s thigh rubs against your core, feeling the friction of his sweatpants. He lifts your black t-shirt up your hips, feeling for your underwear beneath the fabric. After frantically searching for the waistband, he pulls his lips back from your neck with a confused look on his face.

“Oops,” you let out innocently, propping yourself up with your elbows. “I guess I forgot to put some on before coming over.” Your head lazily tilts to your right, watching his facial expression change at your revelation. 

Johnny’s brows soften, melting at your words. “You’re so fucking hot,” he sighs, gently bringing his middle finger to your clit, rubbing small circles against your sensitive nub. You silently thank the heavens above that this man was able to find your clit as quickly as he did. You throw your head back at the pleasure allowing a small moan escape your lips before Johnny silences you with another kiss. 

You break the kiss, pulling away from his lips before lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it across his bedroom floor. He stares at your bare body, chest covered in hickies that held a history of your first hook up with him. He pulls himself up from the bed, his eyes darken, locked onto yours as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor next to the bed. He removes his grey sweats, exposing his hardening length that slapped against his abdomen as it was set free from the fabric. 

Your lips slightly part at the sight in front of you. “Looks like I’m not the only one who forgot their underwear, hm?” You teased, lifting a foot to his thick shaft; veins prominent and bulging. He throws his head back, feeling your foot rub against his length. He bites back a moan, trying to hide his need for you. 

Johnny grabs a hold of your ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed, near him, in one swift move. You let out a surprised laugh, pulling at Johnny’s heartstrings. He bends forward, giving your forehead a tender kiss.

“Can I taste you?” He whispers, placing a chaste kiss against your cheek, so sweetly and softly. 

You nod. 

Sinking to his knees, his lips meeting with your aroused core. Smiling at the sight of your pretty pussy, he gives your inner thighs a sweet kiss before the tip of his tongue flicks against your clit. His tongue laps against your folds, flicking and sucking your nub in a rhythmic manner. Your hand makes its way to his hair, gripping his locks between your knuckles, keeping him in place. His tongue licks up your arousal, sending shivers throughout your body. He messily makes out with your pretty cunt, inching you closer and closer to your climax.

“You taste so fucking good,” he mutters against your core. “I could do this all night.”

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you let out a soft whimper, your brows scrunching with pleasure. Your toes begin to curl as he kisses your clit before returning to sucking on it, his pace so steady you were quickly coming undone as the seconds tick by. 

“J-Johnny,” you mumble. “Keep going, please.”

He doesn’t respond, instead he does as you say. He slips his middle finger into you, causing your thighs to tense up. “Oh my god,” you moan, louder this time. Your free hand searches for something beneath you to hold on to all while you tug on Johnny’s hair, silently encouraging him to keep going as you move your core against his tongue. Johnny’s free hand finds yours, interlocking your fingers with his. The act is so intimate, you find yourself melting at his touch. He slides his ring finger into you, feeling yourself stretch to accommodate his thick, long fingers. The slight sting is slowly replaced with pleasure as he curves his fingers up inside of you. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan as you tighten your grip on the hand you’re holding. “Show me how much you missed me.” 

Johnny groans against you, the vibrations adding to the pleasure. You hear him sucking on your sensitive nub and lick up the flow of arousal that covers his fingers. Lewd noises are mixed with your melodic moans and groans as he pumps in and out of you with his fingers. Your velvety walls clench around his fingers, your abdomen tightening, and your toes curl as the feeling of your climax is within reach. 

“Oh my g-“ you choke on your words. “I’m coming!” You loudly gasp, chasing your high. Johnny slowly halts his movements as you begin to relax, although his tongue doesn’t leave your clit. He flicks it, causing you to jolt. In an attempt to push his head away, he pins you down; arms pressing on your abdomen and trapping you against the mattress. 

His tongue continues to lap over your very sensitive nub and you do nothing but cry out his name. Your vision goes hazy, feeling tingles shooting through your body. Your skin prickles and your back arches involuntarily from the pleasure this man is giving you with his tongue. He brings his hands to your chest, kneading your breast. Rolling your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, you let out groan. Your heart rate increases, convinced your heart will jump out of your chest. Your jaw falls open, rendering you speechless as you ride out your second high that night; moving your hips against the tip of his tongue. You tremble as Johnny finally pulls away from your drenched core, relaxing your muscles you didn’t know you were clenching. 

Johnny smiles down at you, your wetness glistening against his chin. “Sorry,” he laughs, grabbing his shirt off the floor, using it to wipe your arousal off him. “You taste so fucking good, I couldn’t stop.” 

Your chest rises and falls, clearly trying to catch your breath. Johnny kisses your chest, opting to leave more hickies as you recover from your back to back climax. Your hand snakes behind his head, pulling him closer to you silently giving him your permission to continue what he’s doing. His hands rub against your hips — his attempt to calm your trembling body. 

“Was that too much?” He asks with his lips pressed against your skin. 

You shake your head, letting out a sigh. “It felt good,” you laugh. “I just wasn’t expecting that.” 

Johnny smiles, satisfied with your answer. He brings his hand to his erection, pumping his length a few times before aligning himself with your hole. You lift your legs around his waist, taking a hold of his shaft as he slowly enters you. You both watch as he disappears inside of you, moaning in unison as he fills you up perfectly — like he was made for you. 

“I missed this,” he mutters, although you both know it has only been a couple of days since this happened for the first time. He hovers over you, hands splayed with each side of your head. He slowly pumps in and out of you, ensuring he doesn’t release too soon. You look up at him as every movement thrusts you up and down, the sight turning him on even more. Your lips part, ever so slightly, and a string of quiet moans slip out. 

He picks up the pace, the sound of skin slapping each other fills the room. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifts you off the bed, hand caressing your ass all while holding the other presses against your lower back. Pressing your back against a nearby wall, he hooks his arms behind your knees and under your thighs to hold you up and continues to thrust into you — harder and deeper.

“You feel so good,” you mumble weakly against his neck, tightening your grip to keep you steady. The tip of his length hits a spot inside of you, a spot didn’t know was there until a few nights ago. Your lubricated walls clench around him as he hits that spot before relaxing as he pulls back. You knew that his continued movements would send you over the edge again, making your body go limp. “Don’t stop,” you beg, turning into a tiny whimper. 

Johnny’s hand grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down on his long shaft. Your cheeks flushed with heat as you see your reflection in the mirror of his room, the sight so explicit it makes you a little embarrassed at how fucked out you look.

”You okay, baby?” Johnny lets out, breathily into your ear.

You hum before a hitched moan escapes as he thrusts into you, the tip of his cock kissing that sweet spot of yours. 

“Do you want me to stop?” You feel him smile against you, clearly teasing you. 

“N-no, please don’t,” you beg. “It feels too good to stop, please.” 

Your begs ignite something inside of him — almost an animalistic instinct kicks in. His grip on the fat of your buttcheeks tightens and the cool feeling of wood that was once against your back has now disappeared. Johnny moves toward his bed once again, but this time throwing you atop his mattress. Bouncing up and down from the throw, you watch as he pumps his shaft before grabbing your ankles again, pulling you closer to him. Roughly bringing your knees to your chest, he holds your thighs down, pinning you into a half folded position. His eyes are filled with complete lust, darkening at the pretty sight of you in such a compromised position. 

Aligning his tip to your entrance once more, he sinks deep inside of you, bottoming out before pulling himself out again and repeating the process. His cock springs up every time he pulls out, causing it to graze your clit just a bit — teasing you. You watch him as he enjoys the game he’s playing with your soaking cunt, watching it eagerly swallow him fully, every single time he inserts himself. 

“Baby please,” you mumble under your breath. “Fuck me, fuck me like you missed me.” You cry out.

A smirk dances on Johnny’s lip, shaking his head at your comment. “But it’s just so much fun playing with her.” He inserts himself once more but this time, a lot rougher. Your mouth falls open as his tip hits that sensitive spot inside of you. “But if you insist.” He says before thrusting himself in and out of you in such a brutal manner, you almost forget how sweet and tender this man was earlier. The man penetrating you fucked you as if he hated you and you loved every second of it. 

Your moans get louder and louder as he fucks you in such an animalistic way. He needed you. He needed you as if his entire life depended on it. His dick kisses your sensitive spot inside of you so rapidly, you feel a familiar feeling jolt through your body. 

“I-I’m gonna-“ you don’t finish your sentence. You can’t. His movements are so satisfying, it makes you forget how to tell him how incredible he feels. 

By the tightening of your walls against his throbbing cock, he knew an orgasm was brewing inside of you. Your pretty little cunt drips out so much arousal out of you, you hear the explicit sounds that it makes. White rings form at the base of Johnny’s shaft as he penetrates in and out of you. Your breathing turns rapid, your skin prickles, and you start to see stars in your line of vision. Your orgasm quickly hits you, causing you to let out a loud satisfied moan — almost pornographic sounding — before your body trembles under him. A satisfied smile appears on Johnny’s face as he watches you unravel. His movements slow down, but don't stop. He soaks in the feeling of ecstasy as your walls grip onto his cock so tightly. 

“Tell me where I can-“ his hips thrust into you, using you as your body goes limp. He tries to finish his sentence only to stop midway, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he’s feeling with you wrapped around him. 

“Anywhere you want,” you mumble, voice so soft, clearly exhausted. You look at him half-lidded, the sight of him — pounding into you as he presses down on your thighs hard, convinced you’ll feel your body aching when he’s done with you — makes you feel this overwhelming sense of pleasure. 

“A-Anywhere?” He repeats, huffing from his erratic movements. “Y-you sure ‘bout that?” 

You nod your head with a glazed look over your eyes, a satisfied grin plastered on your face. “Anywhere you want, I don’t care.” You grip the back of your knees, helping them stay in position for him. “I just want it.” 

Your words send him right over the edge. His creamy substance shoots inside of you, filling you up as he continues to milk himself into you. You could feel the creamy liquid spill out of you as he slowly pulls himself out before you insert your fingers into your pretty hole, pushing the liquid back into you. 

“Oh my god,” Johnny groans. “You’re so fucking prefect.” 

He tugs on your arms, swiftly pulling you off the bed. He presses himself against you, holding your tired body with his large arms. His swollen lips attack yours and you wrap your hands around his body, keeping you steady. “I need you to be mine.” He begs, filling the space between your lips.

You smile, the pads of your fingers digging into his skin. He guides your body against the desk in his room, your lower back hitting the edge of the table. You use it to lean against, holding you up as your legs muster their own strength to keep you up. His hand wanders down to your core once again, feeling his cum leaking out of you. His fingers glide against your folds, meeting your sensitive clit. Your hand grips his wrist involuntarily, halting his movements. 

“I-I cant,” you let out, your body still recovering from your last three orgasms.

Johnny smiles, turned on by the sheer amount of times you reached ecstasy because of him. “It’ll feel good, are you sure?” He places a soft, tender kiss on your plumped lips, roughed up by the messy kisses throughout the night.

You ponder his words, his fingers gently grazing over your folds, casually dipping into you with his fingers to continue pushing his creamy finish into you. He kisses your forehead with a soft kiss, holding it in place as his fingers move inside of you in a gentle manner. 

You grab his wrist, guiding him back to your clit, meeting your lips with his. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles before moving his lips intimately against yours. 

His finger rubs circles against your nub, your nails digging into his chest as you enjoy the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Feel good?” He asks before breaking the kiss and moving a strand of hair stuck onto your glistening forehead. 

You nod, eyes closed and focused on the feeling of pure bliss his fingers are giving you. 

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him. His eyes are soft, searching yours for some sort of reassurance that he’s doing well. 

“I’m yours,” you simply let out, answering his plea from earlier. You watch his lips part at your words, his fingers picking up its pace in a rhythmic pattern ensuring you reach ecstasy for the fourth time that night. 

A knock on his door takes you away from your focus and a look of panic washes over you. Johnny is collected and calm, his touch and movements unwavering as he nonchalantly lets the person on the other side of the door know he’s busy. 

You bite your bottom lip before burying your face into his chest. You quiet your moans and he continues to roll his finger over your clit all while having a conversation with who you assume to be one of his roommates asking him if he wanted anything for their Uber Eats order.

“Nah, I’m good.” He shouts through the door. “I already ate.” You hear his roommate shuffle away from the door and back into another room.

Your cheeks flush at the interaction. He pets the back of your head, silently cooing over your embarrassment. 

“I’m so close,” you whisper against Johnny’s chest. “Don’t stop, please.” You capture his lips into yours, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth, holding it in that position while you feel a familiar feeling bubble in the pit of your stomach, again. Your grip on his bottom lip releases as your jaw falls open, your body involuntarily grinding against his finger as you become undone.

You heave as Johnny pulls his hand away from your worn out pussy. Your heart is pounding against your chest as you desperately try to catch your breath. 

“Are you okay?” He wonders, stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you smile sweetly, placing a loving kiss on the palm of his hand near your face. 

“Wasn’t too much, was it?” 

“No,” you giggle. “It was absolutely perfect. It’s just a little messy.” 

You and Johnny look down at the white substance leaking out of you and sliding down your inner thigh. He bites back a laugh before reaching over to the tissue box on his desk. He cleans you up the best he could. 

“I thought you said your roommates were gonna be gone all night,” you question, watching him toss the used tissue into the trash. 

“Yeah, I thought so too.” He searches for your shirt off the floor before tossing it to you. You put it on before fishing for the underwear you stowed away in your purse. He grabs his shirt and sweatpants from the floor, watching you as you put on your underwear.

“Ah, so you did have underwear.” He snickers at you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“I’m not stupid, Johnny.” You chuckle. “What if I wanted to grab something to eat after this? I can’t just walk into an establishment without underwear, are you crazy?”

“Hm, want to?” He tugs on the strings of his pants to tighten the waistband. “Grab something to eat, I mean.”

“I thought you already ate,” you mock before nudging his arm. “I’m sorry you’re still hungry. Guess it wasn’t that good?” You pout, crossing your arms over your chest.

Johnny tugs on your wrist, pulling you to him before wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you down on top of him as he falls onto his mattress. You let out a surprised giggle.

“Shut up,” he laughs before kissing you. “It was amazing and you know that.”

Pulling yourself up off him, you grab your small purse.

“I’m thinking Taco Bell?” He offers, grabbing his keys from his bedside table. 

“Yeah, sure,” you nod, mentally preparing yourself for the walk of shame you’re about to endure.

“Or not?” He senses your hesitation, rubbing your arm to comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s a little embarrassing walking out when your roommates are here.” You look at yourself in his mirror, looking at the marks he left against your neck. “Especially when you’ve marked your territory everywhere on my body.” You playfully smack his abdomen as he admires the patterns that are visible, sad that the rest were hidden away under your shirt. 

“Hey, they’re cool. Don’t worry about them. They won’t judge you.” He pauses. “I’ll introduce you.”

“Introduce? You introduce your one night stands to your roommates?”

“Technically, you’re no longer a one night stand, are you?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Plus, you said so yourself, you’re mine.” 

You flush at the comment you made, suddenly flustered at the confession you let out in the midst of pleasure. You don’t say a word and bury your face into the palm of your hands instead. You let out an embarrassed laugh, feeling your body flush at your actions. 

Johnny softly chuckles at you, pulling you into him again. He pets the back of your head, kissing the top of your head in comfort. “It’s okay, it happens to the best of us.” He teases, earning a playful pinch to the side of his abdomen from you as he dares to make fun of you. He yelps at the sudden pain before placing another kiss on your forehead. Without another word, he grabs your hand and tugs you toward his bedroom door.

You hear a couple of voices down the hall, clearly more people than his two roommates. They’re playing a video game — hearing a unison of yells and profanities accompanying loud laughter. You tug on Johnny’s hand, urging him to stop. Your worried expression on your face says it all. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, attempting to soothe your nerves. 

“I don’t know if I can,” you whisper.

“Do you want to stay in my room all night?” 

“No, I want Taco Bell,” you hiss. Your stomach grumbled as you thought of your go to order. 

“Then we need to get out of here.” He retorts back at you and you pursue your lips into a thin line, a sign of defeat. 

You pray his friends are so distracted by whatever they’re doing to notice you; however, that wishful thought is thrown out the window when you hear a guy greet Johnny right before you appear behind him. 

“Hey John-“ he halts mid sentence seeing you. “Oh, hi.” He turns to you, shocked to see you holding his hand. 

And just like that, the noise stops and everyone turns their attention to you. You give a small smile at the men in the room, tightening your grip on Johnny’s hand. 

He introduces everyone to you by name. “Be nice to her. You’ll see her come around from time to time.” He warns.

“Nice to meet you all,” you smile, suddenly feeling like you were naked all over again. They were all kind and respectful, without a doubt, easing your nerves a little but this definitely wasn’t on your plans for the night.

“Hm, where are you taking her Johnny?” His roommate asks, a subtle smirk dancing on his lips. It was clear his question was to make Johnny squirm and not you. You look up at the man holding your hand who shakes his head before smiling. 

“We’re going out,” he replies. “Don’t wait up.” Johnny tugs on your hand, telling you that you were both leaving. 

“Nice to meet you guys, again.” You let out before being whisked away by Johnny. You were out the front door as quickly as you came in.

He parked his car outside of your apartment building, very similar to how it was the first night you met. Johnny takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. You feel a heartstring tug, basking in the sight of how sweet he was to you. 

“Will you walk me to my door?” You ask, moving your hand towards the side of his hair, petting the back of his fresh undercut. 

He nods — following you into the building, into the elevator, and to your front door.

“This is mine,” you let out, fiddling with your house keys. You didn’t want him to leave and he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Hey,” he says, catching your attention. “Feel free to call me whenever you want to, okay?” He pushes his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. “Seriously, I’d love to hear from you.”

Your eyes soften, feeling a pang of guilt of not calling him sooner. “I will,” you smile. “Thank you for tonight. It was,” you pause. “Really fun.” 

A proud smile appears on Johnny’s face, shy from the praise you’re giving him. 

“I’ll definitely give you a call.” You giggle, “Thanks for taking me home, again.” 

He nods. “Have a good night.” He turns to walk away as you open your front door. Before you can process what is happening, you call out his name. 

He turns around, hands still in the pockets of his pants, hair disheveled from the night, and a surprised look on his face. 

“Do you,” you pause. “Do you want to come inside?” 

He cocks his head to the side. “I thought I did that already?” He gives you a toothy grin, proud of the line he just said. 

“Oh my god,” you gasp, chuckling in disbelief. 

“But sure, you don’t have to tell me twice.” 

You do nothing but roll your eyes in defeat as he follows you into your apartment for the night.

[aquarius-johnny]

content warning: mature content incld. mentions of alcohol, sexual language

loverboy!johnny who decides to go to a party with the intention of having a one night stand simply because it goes against everything he has done up until this point; his attempt to try something new.

loverboy!johnny who sees you across the room with a cropped oversized zip up jacket, sipping on what he can assume is a concoction of the cheap liquor this party has to offer; debating on whether to talk to you or not.

loverboy!johnny who takes a chance on fate and goes up to you when your friends walk away to grab another drink.

“hey,” he says over the loud music blaring through the speakers.

you look up at him and smile, surprised that the man you’ve been throwing glances at all night finally came to talk to you. “hey,” you respond, taking a sip of the drink you’ve been nursing all night.

“are you here with anyone tonight?” he asks, bending over towards your ear so you’re able to hear him.

“just my friends.”

he nods in understanding. “think they’ll let me take you away from them for a little bit?”

your hand finds his as he leads you up the stairs into an empty bedroom he found.

loverboy!johnny who pushes you up against a random bedroom wall, groping you like his life depended on it. his lips attacking your neck as you unzip your jacket, exposing a newly lace bra you wore for occasions as such.

“fuck,” he sighs against your soft skin. his mouth licking and sucking tender areas of your skin, causing you to gasp, moan, and giggle under his touch.

loverboy!johnny who melts under your touch as your nails dig into his chest, leaving behind crescent shaped marks as you ride him.

loverboy!johnny who groans as you moan his name into his ear, as he penetrates deep inside of you, forcing out profanities from your lips.

loverboy!johnny who fucks you into oblivion as if you were sent from the heveans above meant just for him, hindering you incapable of forming coherent sentences as he fucks you just how you like it.

loverboy!johnny who makes it his life mission to find that sensitive spot inside of you as he roughly thrusts his hips into you, making you feel something you’ve never felt with others before him.

loverboy!johnny who ensures you cum over and over again, leaving your body quivering and wanting more.

loverboy!johnny who offers you a ride home as a thank you for letting him fuck you, offering you to walk you to your door when you get there, only for you to kindly decline his offer.

loverboy!johnny who clearly doesn’t understand the concept of a one night stand, writes his phone number on your hand in sharpie, hoping you’ll call him so he can see you again.

loverboy!johnny who thinks back on the night he met you, replaying how perfectly your pretty little cunt fit around him and how pretty you look, drunk off his cock.

loverboy!johnny who desperately asks for your number from one of the friends you were with that night he met you, when he didn’t hear from you in the past two days.

loverboy!johnny who hits you up to come over, throwing away the idea of a one night stand because he just loved the idea of you being his.

loverboy!johnny who fucks your brains out, making you cum multiple times in a row because he loves how good you taste. he fucks you like he hates you, but you loved every single second of it and so did he.

loverboy!johnny who introduces you to his roommates by name, letting them know they’ll probably be seeing you around a bit more.

loverboy!johnny who intended for you to just be a hookup, ended up wanting you to be his because anything else went against his nature — and he’s a creature of habit.

a/n: i’ve already written a whole smut based off this as it was in my drafts, hehe

[aquarius-johnny]

Sexual Frustration | Johnny Suh

Requested: no | Word Count: 2.2k | Warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, nipple play, slight brat-taming (lmao if you can even call it that), dom!johnny x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You feel the need to release your sexual frustrations in the backseat of Johnny’s car.

You weren’t sure if it was the sight of Johnny in formal wear or if it was the fact that you both haven’t done anything remotely sexual in the past three weeks that caused this overwhelming sense of sexual frustration that boiled inside of you. Maybe it was both, but whatever it was, you were on the verge of exploding.

“Johnny,” you whine as you watch him drive to one of the many important events he was invited to.

He hums in response, although his eyes are still glued to the road in front of him.

“I need to fuck you,” you let out, taking his free hand into yours. “Now.”

Your revelation doesn’t phase Johnny. In fact, all he does is shake his head and let out a small chuckle. “I’m driving, baby. Can you wait until we get home?” 

“You said that last time and you ended up falling asleep,” you huff, pouting at the thought you recalled a week ago. “We haven’t had sex in three weeks. How are you not frustrated like I am?” Letting go of his hand, you cross your arms and pout, unknowingly pushing your breasts together and catching your boyfriend’s attention.

Johnny glances over at you, scanning you up and down. He takes note of how your dress shapes your tits perfectly; able to see the cleavage you were purposefully showing off. Eyeing the way it slightly jiggles as he drove. “Oh trust me,” he sighs. “With the way you’re looking right now? I’m surprised I didn’t pounce on you the minute you stepped out of the bedroom.” Attempting to refocus on his driving, he shakes his head in disappointment. Placing a hand on your thigh, he strokes the fabric of your dress. “You know it’s been so hectic lately, but tonight. I promise.”

You scrunch your brows together. “I can’t wait until tonight,” you reply sassily. “Just pull over. We’ll be quick.” Although you’re not a fanatic about begging for your boyfriend’s dick, you couldn’t help but play into his kink right at this moment. In fact, a big part of you hoped the spontaneous man would do as you say. 

“Baby! No. We’re already late as it is.” He scolds playfully, slightly surprised at your reaction. “Tonight. I promise.”

“Fine,” you sulk, rolling your eyes in the process. As Johnny pulls up to a stoplight, you felt a sly smirk appear as a dangerous idea comes to mind. If Johnny wasn’t going to pull over, fuck it. Unbuckling your seatbelt, Johnny looks over at you with a confused look plastered across his face. “I’ll get myself off while you drive. That’ll help me get through the agonizing hours to come.” Pulling your dress up, you lift your feet to the dashboard in front of you. You take a second to admire the stilettos Johnny loves when it’s paired with his favorite lingerie set you bought a few years ago. You swiftly remove your laced underwear and toss it over onto Johnny’s lap. Taking a hold of the fabric, Johnny gulps and rubs the back of his neck before the corner of his lip lifts into a smirk. He was slowly losing the battle.

“I swear if you don’t stop.” Glancing over at the position you’re in, he attempts to cover the enjoyment on his face with his hand. 

“What’re you going to do about it?” You stick your tongue out before using it to lick your middle finger. Looking at the stoplight, you watch it flick green. “Time for you to go. You can wait until we get home right? Focus on the drive, babe. I’ll be right here.”

Johnny grows impatient with your brattiness and the games you’re playing. A deep growl bubbles in his throat while you use your finger to rub your clit. Sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, you arch your back as you focus on the way your fingers slowly dip inside of you. Closing your eyes, you let out a soft moan. 

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for a week.” 

Your eyes open and you let out a scoff. A brow arches and you watch Johnny’s demeanor change. He meant every single word that came out of his mouth and it lit sparks of excitement in your stomach. His jaw tightens, along with his hands on the steering wheel. You had him. 

Leaning over into the driver’s seat, you reach over to the outline that made itself prominent. Gently running your manicured nails over his hardened cock, you give it a nice squeeze. “I’m willing to risk that if it means I can feel you inside of me again,” you whisper into his ear before your lips place a gentle kiss on his exposed neck. “Ruin me, ruin me like you do every time.”

Johnny sharply inhales at your words but stays silent. He turns his signal on and enters the hotel parking lot where the event is held. A part of you felt defeated, arriving at your destination before he could fill you up with his load.

“Get in the back seat,” he commands. “Now.” 

Your eyes widen and a grin appears, ecstatic at the idea of the mind-blowing orgasm Johnny prepares to give you. You do as he says while he searches for an empty and secluded parking stall. You feel the thrill in the pit of your stomach as the wetness between your thighs increases rapidly while sinful thoughts run through your mind. Upon finding a stall, Johnny quickly covers the windshield with a customized sunshade and joins you in the backseat.

You wait patiently for instructions and watch as Johnny removes his suit jacket before unzipping his black slacks. Pulling out his swollen cock, he loosens his tie with one hand and gently caresses your cheek.

“This is what you wanted right?” He asks, lifting your chin to have your eyes meet with his.

You nod obediently.

“Now this cock isn’t going to suck itself, is it?”

You shake your head and lean forward, allowing a pool of your saliva to fall onto the tip of his erection. It slides down his shaft before you slowly take him inside of your mouth. Trails of saliva leave your lips as you pull back to readjust to the position you’re in. Bobbing your head up and down, you hear Johnny sigh in relief, taking in the feeling that felt almost foreign to him after so long. His long fingers grip under your hair, pushing your head further down his shaft. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat, causing your gag reflex to do its job. The mixture of gagging and the sounds caused by the wetness of your mouth turns him on even more. He lifts your dress, exposing your ass in its full glory. You arch your back a little, hoping he’d enjoy the view a little more. As you continue to slick your tongue up and down his member, you feel a sting in your roots. Johhny pulls you up by your hair causing you to gasp for air.

He watches as your saliva rolls down your chin and smirks at the hints of mascara running from your eyes. “I hope that mascara wasn’t expensive,” he growls, taking a hold of your jaw and waiting for your response. 

You shake your head, not worried about the beauty products on your face being ruined by Johnny and his cock. 

“Come here and sit on it,” he commands. Tugging on your arm, you hold onto his broad shoulders to get your bearings before quickly positioning and aligning yourself with his erection without hesitation. Sinking onto his cock, he viciously pulls on your strapless dress, exposing your breasts. Scooping your left breast in the palm of his hand, he quickly pulls you into a hard kiss. The sight of your gloss on Johnny’s lips was a sight for sore eyes. His perfectly parted hair started to unravel as your fingers run through his dark locks. 

“Ride me. Ride me like the fucking brat you are,” Johnny orders harshly. One hand wraps around the nape of your neck before slithering up to the roots of your hair. Roughly tugging on your roots, you let out a small gasp as your head falls back, exposing your neck. Johnny rolls his tongue over your skin before sucking on a sweet spot of yours. Careful not to leave a mark, he roams down your chest, stopping at your breasts. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he rolls it between his teeth, sending shivers throughout your body. 

Rolling your hips against him, you were eager to catch your high. Releasing your hair, that same hand grips your hips. You didn’t care about the marks he’ll leave, all you cared about is the feeling of ecstasy this man gave you. As he roughly guides you while you moved up and down his cock, you soon became a moaning mess under his touch. You were sure your sounds could be heard outside of the vehicle, but you didn’t care. In fact, the idea of someone listening and knowing how much satisfaction you’re receiving turned you on even more. 

In one swift move, Johnny lays you down and hovers over you. His large hand wraps around your neck as he slowly inserts himself into you with ease. The choked out moans causes your boyfriend to smirk, tightening his hold as he felt your insides clench around his cock. 

Bringing your knees to your chest, Johnny gathers leverage when he places his hands behind your knees, pinning you into his favorite position. He takes in the sight of your breasts out, knowing every movement will edge him closer to his climax while your eyes begged for him to pleasure you. 

“Is this what you wanted?” He grunts as his hips harshly thrust into you; so deep it causes you to jerk unexpectedly.

Nodding rapidly at his question, you could feel tears begin to roll out the corner of your eyes. You felt the tip of his cock hit the spot that sent you into a whirlpool of satisfaction. You would sell your soul to bottle this amount of bliss every thrust gave you. 

“Please don’t stop,” you beg, biting down on your bottom lip; hard enough to draw blood, before a string of melodic moans leave your lips. 

Johnny’s lip lifts into a sly smirk. His forehead glistened in the heat and strands began to fall, sticking to his forehead. Deeply and harshly penetrating you at a steady pace, you find yourself gripping onto Johnny’s arms as your momentum rises. 

“You’re gonna cum, already?” He teases, clearly used to your actions. “You talk a hard game, baby, only to cum so quickly.” 

“Shut up,” you growl, enjoying his every movement. 

“Make me.” He pushes the palm of his hand over your mouth, watching you squirm under him as he effortlessly helps you reach your climax. 

Within seconds, your eyes roll back and your body shivers as you ride out your climax on Johnny’s cock. Your moans are muffled against his palm, preventing you from screaming profanities with his name. You could feel your thighs quivering after the intense high.

Johnny slowly retracts his hand, smirks at the fucked-out glazed look you have in your eyes, and places both palms against your breasts. Squeezing both of them in his hands, you hold your knees in hopes to keep Johnny in the same position. 

“Fuck me, harder.” You order between gritted teeth. “I know you wanna cum inside of me.” 

Johnny’s eyes darken and narrowed as he looked at you. You were taunting him on and he knew it.

“Mark your territory, baby. Show me I’m yours,” you smirk. 

Johnny’s hands grip your tits harder. His groans get louder and he pushes his hips into you harder and faster. Whispering vulgar profanities between his moans told you he couldn’t focus on anything else but the idea of being inside of you. His breathing hitched, telling you he was close. He thrusts one last time before you feel his thick load release inside of you. 

His body relaxes and so does the grip he has on you. He pulls himself out, watching as you push his velvety ropes out. He eventually wipes his leftover liquid left on his tip, on your clit, teasing your already sensitive area. Regardless, you couldn’t help but giggle as you watch him desperately recollect himself for dinner. He glares at you, shaking his head. You could see a small smirk appear after you softly kiss his cheek. 

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“You’re a brat,” Johnny rolls his eyes, adjusting his suit and tie.

“That may be true,” you reply as you clean yourself up with the tissues he tucked away in his glove compartment for this exact purpose. “But I know you love to put me back into my place.” Tossing your used tissues into a plastic bag, you get yourself ready for dinner. 

Johnny chuckles at your sass before grabbing a hold of your jaw and forcing you to look at him. Your eyes widen in innocence. He gently kisses you before exiting his vehicle and extending his hand for you to grab. Grabbing ahold of his hand, you straighten your dress and ensure you’ve touched up your make-up to the best of your ability. 

As you walk in front of Johnny, you feel a hard slap on your ass. “You better be ready when we get home,” he whispers in your ear. “This ass is gonna get it.” 

[aquarius-johnny]

You found yourself on Johnny’s front porch for the third time in the last two weeks. He didn’t even need to ask why you were there, he knew the exact reason: your horrible taste in men left you baffled and heartbroken.

You had seen your boyfriend lip locking with someone who wasn’t you. He tried to explain his way out of his infidelity, but it only left you confused with eyeliner and mascara running down your cheeks.

A few days go by and you build up the courage to face Johnny after the numerous times he told you that the relationship you’re in will crash and burn.

“Please don’t tell me I told you so,” you mutter as you enter his home.

“Fine, then I’ll ask what happened.” You could feel his ego nearly burst out of his tall frame. “What happened this time?”

You sigh, taking a seat on his couch. “Guess,” you reply bleakly. Embarrassed, you cover your flushed face with your hands as another frustrated sigh spills between your lips.

“You finally realized he’s a dick.”

“And a cheater.” You roll your eyes and throw your head back. “I should’ve listened to you.”

A dip in the couch tell you Johnny made his way to you. He places his hand on your knee, gently rubbing circles in an attempt to comfort you.

“He did it because I wouldn’t sleep with him...god, how much of a fuckboy could he be?” You turn to face Johnny who simply shakes his head at your revelation.

He stifled his laughter, causing you to raise a brow.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing...” he smiles before the back of your hand playfully hits his chest. “It’s just funny how this is the problem for all of the guys you’ve tried to seriously date. When we were hooking up, you couldn’t wait to fuck. I’m beginning to think you’re afraid they can’t complete with...me.”

If you were being honest with yourself, he was right. Johnny was an experience and a lengthy experience at that. The two of you couldn’t go a week - sometimes a few days - without going at it and your fooling around went on for months on end.

Shaking your head in disbelief those words came out of his mouth, you attempt to defend yourself, but Johnny speaks before you could.

“When was the last time you had sex, hm?”

“That is none of your business,” you chuckle.

Johnny’s eyes narrow at the sight of you and a smirk appears. He could read you like a book - one of the reasons why sex with him was the most fun you had.

“It was with me, wasn’t it?”

You don’t say a word, but you felt an excited spark light up in the pit of your stomach. Heat rushes to your ears as Johnny’s gaze never drifts away from you.

“Okay, yeah that’s true, but so what? Maybe I’m all fucked out because of you?”

“Hey, no need to get defensive.” Johnny’s hand slides up your thigh as he spoke. “If you wanted it, all you needed to do was call me. I would’ve come running.”

His husky voice excites your core. You stare at his lips before moving his hand to the crook of your neck. Leaning to capture his lips with yours, he doesn’t object. Instead, he deepens the kiss and causes you to fall onto your back.

“Do you want me to fuck you until you forget him?” Johnny places soft kisses against your neck as he asks the question and you reply with a simple hum, enjoying his soft lips against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes,” you stutter. “Over and over again until I forget him.”

“Okay, but just remember you asked for it.” His sly chuckle tickles against your neck.

It all happened so fast. Johnny swiftly and eagerly moves his skillful tongue against your clit, inserting a finger into you with ease. You grab a handful of his hair, moaning his name loudly. He didn’t even bother expecting a blow job, he quickly removes his bottoms and aligns himself with your core. As he enters you, the slight pain surprises you, forgetting how thick and full he was. Grabbing ahold of his bicep, your nails slightly dig into his skin as you wait to feel the base of his cock hit your clit.

“Oh my god,” you mutter breathlessly as his pelvis bone comes into contact with your skin. “I forgot how good you feel inside of me,” you whimper.

Without saying a word, Johnny places your hands behind his neck and quickly lifts you from your position, all while he’s still inside of you. Pressing your back against the nearest wall, he entraps your body with his. Hoisting your ass with his hands, you wrap your legs around him tighter as he moves his hips back and forth. Slow and steady at first, then picking up the pace once he knew for sure you wanted more.

Snapping his hips into you recklessly, he watches as your jaw drops in ecstasy. Confidence flows though him knowing how much pleasure he’s giving you.

Feeling a little lightheaded, you were unaware of where Johnny would take you next. A cold surface presses against your bare bottom and it takes you a few seconds to realize you were now on top his dining table. Looking to your left, a big window gives you a view into Johnny’s neighbor’s home.

“R-right here?” You question while Johnny sucks hickies onto your collarbone as he fucks you slowly, feeling your juices dripping onto the table top beneath you.

He gives you a smile and a nod to your question before placing both hands on either side of your neck to keep you steady as he pounds into you mercilessly.

You’re screaming nothing but his name out of pure bliss.

“That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” Johnny huffs, placing his palm against the table top. “This pussy is mine. You’re all mine, isn’t that right?”

You nod profusely, inching closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Say it,” Johnny demands.

“I’m all yours.”

“Even when you’re with other guys, you’re still mine, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you stutter. “Johnny, I’m gonna -” Before you could finish your sentence, your entire body trembles as Johnny continues fucking you recklessly. It’s been a while since he’s felt you cum as hard as you did. Letting up on his thrusts, he places kisses onto your cheek while gently rubbing your body as your thighs shake from your orgasm.

“You didn’t c-cum, did you?” You ask, catching your breath.

Johnny shakes his head. “I’m not done with you, yet.” He leans into your ear, tugging on your earlobe. “We have months to make up for.”

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Johnny lifts you onto your newly polished kitchen counter, his lips attacking yours while your fingers roughly comb through his hair. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hard and restricted cock towards your sopping cunt.

“You know what the best part about buying a new home is?” He asks between kisses, smiling against your lips before wrapping his hand around the base of your neck.

Your lips part while a smirk dances on your lips as his grip tightens around you. You shake your head in response to his question - too distracted by his actions.

“We get to fuck in every single room,” he rasps into your ear. Letting out a small whimper at his words, shivers jolt through your entire body and excitement bubbles in the pit of your stomach.

“Shut up and show me,” you tease, tugging on the waist band of his bottoms.

A small laugh slips out. “You’re gonna regret using that tone with me.” Johnny smirks devilishly before his fingers grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to look into his eyes. “It’s gonna be a long night.”

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Trembling under Johnny’s touch, his fingers dig into your hips and the pain is so exhilarating, you don’t mind the bruises you’re sure it’ll leave as he fucks you from behind. His strokes are long and rough, jerking you forward with every harsh thrust.

“Look at you, my sweet little whore all fucked out by daddy’s cock,” Johnny coos into your ear, wrapping his hand around the base of your neck. “I’m gonna cum soon.” The hand around your neck presses down on your back, arching it for his pleasure.

“P-please don’t ruin the sheets,” you rasp quickly before your jaw drops at the satisfaction rippling through your entire body.

“I’ll just cum inside of you then,” he smirks, trailing his plumped and slightly swollen lips across your shoulder and up the side of your neck. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Rapidly nodding your head, he sucks your skin between his teeth making sure to leave more marks on your body. Your insides involuntarily pulse against his shaft, causing his rhythm to falter. His throaty groans are prominent in your ear and an indication he was seconds from his climax.

Strings of his thick and silky cum fills you up and Johnny pushes his load deeper inside of you with slow thrusts. Your knees and arms that held you up give in and you fall onto your stomach. Leaning forward, Johnny pecks the back of your head. “You’re so good to me,” he praises. “And you’re all mine.”

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Johnny's very innocent girlfriend ask him about sex and he explain it in a very different way (you know it 🙂)

“What does an orgasm feel like?” You look up at Johnny, doe-eyed and filled with curiosity as you walked back to your place.

Johnny tugs on your arm to pull you closer to him as he chuckled at your question. “You’re joking right? Haven’t you masturbated before?” He questions.

“Nope.” You allow your lips to pop on the last syllable of the word. “I don’t know how to.”

He stops in his tracks. “There isn’t a right way to masturbate, just do what feels good for you.” Shrugging your shoulders, you pull him towards your front door. Before you could get your keys into the lock, Johnny leans forward.

“I can show you what an orgasm feels like,” he whispers into your ear causing you to nearly dropp your keys from your clammy palms. A loud gulp is heard and Johnny places a hand on your waist. “But don’t let me corrupt you,” he smirks, fully aware that you’re hot and bothered by his comment.

“Will you be gentle?” You ask, pondering his offer.

“Of course.”

“What if I don’t want you to be?”

A chuckle leave his lips. “I can do that too, but considering you haven’t done anything remotely sexual...” Carefully pushing a strand of hair away from your face, you see a tint of pink radiate from his cheeks, slightly embarrassed at the offer he laid on the table for you. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

send me your nct 127 fantasies and i’ll continue it for you (no one younger than win win please)

[aquarius-johnny]

“How did I ever let you talk me into letting you wear that skirt?” Johnny shakes his head disappointingly, trailing behind you in an attempt to cover you up to the best of his ability. “Your parents would be so disappointed if they saw what you’re wearing,” he teases while opening the passenger side door of his car for you.

“And your parents would be even more disappointed at the thoughts you’re having right now about me and my outfit,” you sassily reply, getting into his car. As Johnny gets into the driver’s seat, he scans your body once more before heading to your destination.

On your way to your best friend’s house party, Johnny’s hand find its way to your exposed thigh and giving it a small squeeze while his eyes are fixated on the traffic in front of him. “I’m really having second thoughts on this skirt,” he huffs.

Taking his hand into yours, you bring it to your lips to give him a reassuring kiss. “Oh, baby. This skirt is short for a reason.” The corner of your mouth lifts into a smirk while you look at the car in front of you. Johnny side eyes you, interested in the game you’re playing.

“And what’s that reason?” He grips the steering wheel and his jaw clenches ever so slightly. You did it, you have him in the palm of your hand and right where you want him.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, followed by a wide smile. “Easy access for when you decide you want to give into the sinful temptations and fuck me.”

Johnny lets out a chuckle and the hand on your thigh tightens. Slowly dragging his nails against your skin, you arch a brow and search for the bulge restricted by his jeans. “Publicly or privately?” He questions, intrigued by your response.

“Now that’s up to you, isn’t it?”

Shaking his head with a smile, he pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Petting the back of your head endearingly, you place your hand on his crotch, giving his erection a nice squeeze. Pulling into a residential street just blocks away from your friend’s house, Johnny kills the engine.

“Lift up your skirt and show me that tight ass of yours,” he orders. You do as he says; shifting your knees onto the seat while you press your fingers against the glass window.

“Like this?” Wiggling your bum a little, Johnny let’s out a hiss.

“Tell your friend we’re going to be late.” The palm of his hand hits your skin, causing you to squeal. “And make sure she knows it’s your fault,” he commands before pushing your underwear aside and letting his tongue work his magic.

[aquarius-johnny]

Thin Walls | Johnny x Jaehyun Threesome

Requested: - | Word Count: 2.5k | Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Cum Play, MMF Threesome, Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Overstimulation

Genre: Smut

Author’s Notes: lowkey not super confident in this one folks / Johnny x Jaehyun x Fem!Reader

Summary: A heartbroken Jaehyun sulks in his room and a caring Johnny helps him get over his breakup in the only way he thought was appropriate: letting him fuck you with him.

“Johnny!” You giggled, gripping the comforter that kept you and him warm during the winter night as you lay naked in bed. You felt his tongue circle the skin near your collarbone, sucking it between his teeth. Johnny grins against your skin as he heard a soft moan leave your lips. “Come on, you left like 5 already. Let my skin breathe!” You laughed, pushing Johnny away as his touch tickled you.

“But this one is fading and I need to let everyone know you’re mine,” Johnny pouts. His long fingers glide against the area with the red-ish mark he left. “I know you like it, stop pretending like you don’t.” He grins, pulling you in for a kiss.

As the kiss deepens, Johnny hovers you - his large hands slide against your soft skin and pushing your hips up to his.

“Hey John-,” you hear a familiar voice say as the door opened as quickly as it closed. “Shit, sorry!”

You and Johnny laugh and he falls next to you. “It’s okay Jaehyun, you can come in!” Johnny shouts, pulling the comforter higher up your body as Jaehyun walks in, eyes glued to the floor. “How was the party?” Johnny asks, wrapping his arm around you.

“W-we can do this later,” Jaehyun stutters. “When you both aren’t naked.” You watch as his ears flush a bright red before he leaves to go into his room, right next to Johnny’s.

You ride Johnny, biting back your moans - which always slips here and there - he looks at you confused.

“Wait, wait, do you hear that?” He asks, his hands halting your movements.

Rolling your eyes, you lean forward to kiss him, bringing him back into the moment. “Johnny, please. Whatever that is, it isn’t-” he cuts you off, placing his finger against your lips.

“Sh, just listen.”

You do as he asks and the noises become a lot clearer as the entire room is silent. It came from the other room.

“Oh my god, is Jaehyun watching porn?” Your mouth drops open. The nights you spent in their shared apartment, Jaehyun always had his girlfriend around and they weren’t ashamed to do exactly what you and Johnny were doing in the bedroom. It came as a shock that Jaehyun settled for a kinky porn video instead. “Why didn’t he just call up his girl?”

“Hold on,” Johnny says confused, lifting you off him and wrapping a towel to wrap around his lower body. The video pauses and you hear the boys talk, although you were unable to make out what they were saying. When Johnny took a lot longer than expected, you grabbed an extra towel and walked to the next room where Jaehyun sat in bed and Johnny comforted him. They both look up as you walk in.

“Everything okay?” You trod carefully, making your way over to Johnny.

“I was just telling Johnny how my girlfriend cheated a while ago,” Jaehyun says, his voice monotone. “I was at a party trying to get laid.” He laughs, shaking his head. “Johnny was just comforting me. Sorry if I was interrupting, I’ll keep it down.”

You look at Johnny who raises an eyebrow and gives you a smirk. He knew a threesome was a fantasy for you - for the both of you. You just didn’t know the opportunity would arise so soon. Slightly nodding, you crawl into bed with the two boys. Your lips attach to Johnny’s and you hear a frustrated sigh leave Jaehyun’s lips.

“You guys have Johnny’s room to do this yo-” you cut Jaehyun off with a kiss, causing his hand to slightly grip the crook of your neck. Panicked, he looks at Johnny to see if he’s okay with this.

“This is the only time this is ever going to happen,” Johnny states. “Understand?”

Jaehyun nods his head.

Looking at you, you press your lips onto his once more, his hand pulling off the towel that covered you. Your hand slides up Johnny’s thigh and under his towel, gripping his limp member that slowly hardens at your touch.

“You were looking to get laid tonight?” You whispered, filling the space between yours and Jaehyun’s lips. “Looks like you’re gonna get what you’re looking for.”

You palm Jaehyun’s crotch, watching Johnny remove the cotton fabric around his waist. Leaning over, the boys watch your saliva fall onto Johnny’s tip, pumping his shaft up and down. Skillfully undoing the button on Jaehyun’s pants, he pulls his jeans off and throws it onto his bedroom floor with his underwear. Repeating the same thing - you allowed a pool of your spit to fall onto Jaehyun’s throbbing crotch, his mouth hanging open.

“Ass up,” Johnny orders, lifting your lower half as he positions you next to his friend. Following his orders, you feel Johnny align himself with your entrance, ready to continue where you two left off in the bedroom. Your tongue slicks over Jaehyun’s tip and slowly down his shaft. Using your hand with your mouth, you spread the wetness down his length all while you feel your boyfriend sink into you with ease before pulling out and slapping his cock against your ass cheeks then re-entering you harshly.

Swirling your tongue around Jaehyun’s sensitive slit, you pull him out with a pop then proceed to slap his shaft against your tongue.

Groans from both men fill the room along with the slapping of skin from behind you. Jaehyun’s hand pushes your head down, forcing his hardened dick down your throat.

“Show Jaehyun how good you are at giving head baby,” Johnny leans forward, causing him to move deeper inside of you, as he whispers into your ear.

Following through, you give Jaehyun sloppy head that earns you a loud moan; something you’ve never heard from him before. Johnny’s thrusts are short but hard, jerking you forward each time he moves his hips, little whines leave your lips against Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun’s fingers move down to your damp folds, stroking it gently as your boyfriend continued his movements. Voluntarily pulsing your warm walls against Johnny’s cock, he gasps loudly, pushing down on the arch of your back.

“You know you fucking kill me when you do that,” he growls and the sting, when his palm hits your ass, makes you snicker in satisfaction. Looking over your shoulder, you tug on your bottom lip, watching beads of sweat roll down Johnny’s temple.

“Should I try it with Jaehyun?” You questioned innocently, waiting for your boyfriend’s approval.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Johnny smiles; he places a sloppy kiss on your cheek before you climb on top of Jaehyun - your back facing him. Johnny positions himself in front of you, your swollen lips wrapped around his reddened head. Sinking onto Jaehyun’s stiff length, you feel his balls rub against your clit. As you suck your juices off Johnny’s cock, you slightly lean forward and move your hips up and down. Jaehyun’s hands squeeze your hips, guiding you. Nothing but your sloppy noises, lewd sounds from your soaking cunt, and throaty groans replace the silence in the room. Johnny grabs your hair and pulls it into a makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around his knuckles a few times before harshly moving your head back and forth; your gagging and choked out noises only make the boys harder than they already are. The sight so explicit, Jaehyun runs the tips of his fingernails against your back leaving light red lines before digging them into your shoulder while the other is located under your ass to keep your pace as you bounce on his cock; each time you move up, he pulls you down hard.

“I’m gonna c-” Johnny stammers, unable to finish his sentence. His movements falter as he desperately tried to keep his rhythm steady. He was close and you knew it. You allow him to abuse your mouth to his liking and he releases deep into your throat within seconds - you swallow every single drop of his warm and velvet ropes.

Johnny lets go of your hair only to feel Jaehyun pull your back down to his chest; your legs spread and on either side of Jaehyun’s knees. Planting his feet into the mattress, he frantically and continuously pushes himself inside of you.

“Oh my god,” you squealed, feeling Jaehyun’s strong arms pinning you down. “Please don’t stop!” You cry out, squirming on top him.

“Why would I stop?” He mumbles into your ear. “You feel too fucking good to stop.”

As you’re attempting to catch your breath, you feel a familiar hand wrap around your throat. Johnny’s grip tightens while he uses his other hand to torture your drenched slit. Slapping and stroking your sweet spot, you anticipate his moves meanwhile Jaehyun doesn’t hold back as he desperately finds the right spot to catch his high. Although, hearing your words being altered by Johnny’s hand helped a lot. You feel Jaehyun clench onto your body as if his life depended on it. You pulse your walls and he lets out a frustrated groan before his cock slips out of you and his warm substance releases onto your clit and a little onto Johnny’s fingers.

You watch as Johnny’s lips form into a smirk, bringing his coated fingers to your lips. He watches your tongue roll over his fingers before scooping the remaining liquid onto his fingers and bringing it to your mouth. You repeat the process with no objections.

Jaehyun helps you off of him as Johnny grabs a towel to wipe Jaehyun’s release off your pussy. You try to sit up, only to be pushed down by your boyfriend. Looking at him shocked, you didn’t know what else he wanted you to do.

“First rule, Jaehyun, never let a girl leave without making her cum,” Johnny instructs. “Especially when they’ve done a big favor for you.”

You look at Jaehyun who smiles, agreeing with every word coming out of Johnny’s mouth. Johnny’s hand dips between your thighs, spreading them apart. Although Johnny wiped you down, you were already soaking from the excitement that this wasn’t over just yet. Jaehyun’s fingers skillfully graze your clit and Johnny brings his long fingers into his mouth before slipping them inside of you.

“Choke her, she loves it,” Johnny directs Jaehyun. “Don’t you baby?” He smiles down at you, caressing your cheek.

“I do,” you obediently respond, looking at Jaehyun who gives you an endearing smile before slithering his hand up your stomach, over your breasts, and to the base of your neck. You bite down on your bottom lip, then a sly smile appears on your lips as Jaehyun tightens his grip.

Jaehyun and Johnny rub and pump into you, prompting you to grip the patterned bedsheets underneath you. Johnny’s free hand stroke your hair, silently encouraging you to reach your high as he viciously moves his fingers inside of you. Your back arches from your orgasm, Jaehyun’s grasp around your neck tightens, and jolts of pleasure run through your entire body.

“Keep going and don’t stop until she cums again,” Johnny orders his friend, his voice deep and breathy. He slides his fingers out of you, watching Jaehyun rub your already sensitive nub.

“Johnny!” You squeaked, holding onto Jaehyun’s wrists who let go of your neck to pin your wrists against your stomach.

“I’m not the one making you cum, baby. You should be yelling out Jaehyun’s name, not mine.” He smirks, eyes narrowing on your arched back. “Tell him how good you feel because of him.”

Clenching your own wrists, you moan out his name along with phrases that boosted his ego. Slightly embarrassed as you felt your boyfriend’s gaze so intense you were worried if you made a premature decision to be obedient to this request.

“It’s okay to enjoy this,” Jaehyun whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Cum for us.” His honey-like voice so intoxicating, it almost sent you into a frenzy. An overwhelming sense of pleasure washes over you as Jaehyun slowed his movements to a stop.

You felt a pair of soft plumped lips trail kisses - starting from your lower abdomen, up your chest and jawline, then straight to your lips. “You’re a good girl,” Johnny smiles, feathering kisses against your cheek before returning back to the corner of your mouth. “What do you say to Jaehyun, princess?”

“T-thank you,” you stuttered and rasped, throat strained from the action you’ve gotten.

Jaehyun sends you a coy smile as he throws on a pair of sweatpants. “I guess these thin walls worked in my favor this time. Thanks for this.” He adds, giving you and Johnny a fist bump.

You all lay in Jaehyun’s bed, Johnny covering you up with the towel and then himself. Silence falls upon the three of you, grasping what just happened until Johnny speaks up.

“Wanna grab something to eat?” He asks, slightly turning his head to look at you two.

You both agree - you a lot more excited than Jaehyun. You move towards the edge of the bed to stand. However, you collapse onto the floor as your legs give in and shocking the two boys.

“Oh my god!” Johnny yelps, crouching to your level. “Are you okay? What happened?” He helps you up from the floor, stabilizing you by placing a hand around your waist. You look down at your thighs, which Johnny and Jaehyun do the same, and you watched it tremble from the pleasure you just received. Looking up at him embarrassed, you feel a slight flush of heat on your cheeks.

“Maybe we should order in,” you giggled.

Johnny smirks at Jaehyun who grins back at him. You feel Jaehyun tug on your arm, pulled you back into his bed, and Johnny joins you two once more.

“If we’re ordering in…” he trails off, licking his lips. “I know what I want.” You tighten your thighs already knowing what he had in mind.

“B-but I’m actually hungry!” You protest, lifting your leg to stop him.

Jaehyun removes your towel, groping and massaging your breasts. His tongue rolling over your hardened nipples and placing a few soft kisses against your skin.

Johnny tosses you his phone. “Order some pizza then,” he smirks. Spreading your legs apart, your core is exposed once more. “Extra pepperoni.” His tongue quickly attacks your folds, licking and sucking, as you’re struggling to dial the number to your local pizzeria.

As you’re put on hold, you mute your side of the conversation to let out the moans you’ve been holding in. You focus on the amount of pressure the boys’ fingers press against your skin to keep you in place. Rolling your eyes, you try your best to refocus on ordering dinner.

“Pizza is definitely on you two tonight,” you sassily let out, unmuting your side of the conversation on the phone.

Neither of the boys doesn’t bother looking up at you. Instead, Johnny gives you a thumbs up while the two men continued to give you endless pleasure throughout the night.

[aquarius-johnny]

Never Have I Ever | Johnny Seo

Requested: - | Word Count: 2.6k | Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Slapping, Cum Play, Degradation, Sir kink, Dom!Johnny x Sub!FemReader

Genre: Smut

Author’s Notes: I nearly forgot to upload this because of the prompt requests lol, but the last post for smut Saturdays for February! Thanks for reading!

Summary: After a game of ‘Never Have I Ever,’ Johnny and his friends find out about your past sexual experiences, which you have not told Johnny about. Let’s just say, he didn’t appreciate finding out about you when his friends did.

“Never have I ever,” a long pause fills the room as your friend figures out what to share. “Had sex in a public place.”

Your head drops and you put a finger down in shame. You were obviously losing the game and you were losing really bad. You had 4 fingers left while everyone had more than 5 still up. Johnny, your boyfriend of nearly a year, sat beside you with 7 of his fingers up.

You suddenly regret agreeing to be part of this game. You never really told Johnny about your past sexual experiences for two reasons: you found it awkward sharing sex stories with your exes to the person you’re currently with and you thought Johnny wouldn't be into what you’re into, so you never said anything. The last few times you and Johnny had sex, it was pretty standard and normal. Plain missionary with simple dirty talk thrown in here and there. To hear you were so adventurous and experienced came as a shock for him.

Once the game was over, you were afraid Johnny wouldn’t want to speak to you after finding out a lot about your sex life while the rest of his friends did. But to your surprise, he was calm, cool, and collected, as if it never happened.

“Are we still on for our dinner date tonight?” Johnny asks, slinging his arm around your shoulders.

You nod your head cautiously. “Only if you still want to?” It came off more as a question, giving Johnny the decision to back out if he wanted to.

“Of course,” he smiles, placing a kiss against your temple as he pulled you in closer to him.

After dinner, you and Johnny lay on the couch, cuddled into one another while watching a sitcom rerun. Johnny fidgeted with his fingers, clearly restless about something. You interlock his fingers with yours, bringing the back of his hand to your lips. Johnny takes a deep breath, then turns off the program, causing you to give him a confused look.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about the game,” he lets out. Turning to face you, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“W-What about it?” You stuttered.

“You never told me about anything you shared?”

You bite your bottom lip in embarrassment and you tell him the truth.

“And everything you’ve done, you enjoyed?”

Shaking your head. “Anal, not so much.” You continued.

“But choking, role-playing, spanking, being dominated, all of that...you enjoy it?”

You nod.

The corner of Johnny’s lips curls into a smirk. “That’s fucking sexy. Anything else you enjoy?” Johnny’s curiousness was taking over and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute it was. You felt a lot more comfortable with sharing knowing Johnny is so understanding.

“Hair pulling is cool, too, and just being rough. Oh! Dirty talk is a must.” You notice Johnny bite down on his bottom lip.

“And what about where the guy cu-”

“Doesn’t matter, but I’ve always wanted to try inside.” You shyly say after cleanly cutting him off.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. You notice the couch pillow on his crotch that wasn’t there before and you knew he was being polite by covering up.

Shifting yourself so you’re on your knees on the couch, you face him, and move closer, slowly removing the pillow from his grasp. “Did you want to try it?” You asked, already knowing the answer just by looking at his swollen member pressing through his jeans.

His mouth dries, so he nods. You softly press your lips against his, palming his groin through his pants. “What do you want me to do?” You questioned, pressing kisses against his jawline as you slowly begin to unzip his jeans.

“Suck my dick,” he tells you. You smile at him and push your hair back from the roots. Sinking down, you pull his length out of his restricting clothing. And you did as he told you. Your tongue swirls around his tip, licking off his pre-cum. As your mouth slowly sinks down his shaft, Johnny’s breathing becomes shaky from pleasure. His hand naturally pushes your hair back as you choke on his dick.

“Just like that baby,” he praises, throwing his head back in satisfaction.

Using your hands and lips together, you cover his length in saliva as you continue deep throating around him. Johnny’s hand finds its way underneath your hair and grabs a handful of your roots, pulling it up and pushing it down - guiding you by your hair. He starts getting a little rougher as he holds your head in place, longer than you’re used to, then pulls you back up causing you to gasp for air. Bringing you to his lips, your hand slides up and down his shaft, keeping it excited as you feel his tongue move against yours.

“Can I be a little rougher with you tonight?” Johnny asks, his eyes begging for your approval.

“Please do,” you respond before attaching your lips with his once more.

“We need a safe word, just in case,” he says, pulling you back from his lips by your hair.

“Red.”

Johnny nods in agreement and before you know it, he’s hovering over you, lust filling his eyes. You feel his throbbing member against your clothed core. You start to unbutton your jeans and Johnny helps by pulling them off and throwing them behind him. He quickly removes your shirt, tossing it on the living room floor.

His hands move up the sides of your body and stop at your breasts. He roughly pulls your bra down, exposing your hard nipples. His tongue glides over them, pulling and sucking, causing you to let out a soft wince. He kneads your breast as his lips hover over your ear.

“I didn’t appreciate finding things out about you the same time my friends find out,” he growls causing a spark in the pit of your stomach. “You like my friends finding out and imagining how much of a whore you are?” He sharply hisses, rolling your hard nipple between his index finger and thumb before tugging on it.

You shake your head. “N-no, I’m sorry,” you stutter.

“You’re mine, understand that?” His voice gravelly, turning you on.

“Yes, s-sir.”

Johnny smirks, nipping at the skin of your breast. Sucking on your skin harshly, you were confident he left bruises. A faint moan escapes from both of you. You feel him lift himself off you, pulling you up by your bra, still intact.

“Get up,” he husked.

You happily comply, watching his large hand grip the center of your bra and basically drag you to your bedroom. Pinning you against the back of your door, he presses his body against yours, simultaneously stripping himself from his clothing and what’s left of yours. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, before pushing you down onto your knees.

He didn’t need to tell you what to do as your lips automatically wrapped around his member. Making eye contact with him as you felt him hit the back of your throat, Johnny’s mouth part and a throaty groan leave his slightly swollen lips. Your eyes fill with tears, falling from the outer corner. Johnny wipes your tears away, holding your head in place by your hair as he thrusts his hips in and out of your mouth; balls deep with every thrust. You tap his thigh, causing him to yank your hair back. You loudly gasp, attempting to catch your breath.

“You’re such a good girl,” he smiles, pulling you up so you’re face to face with him. He glides his thumb against your bottom lip, earning a sweet grin from you.

“Thank you, sir.”

Johnny laughs softly. You stick your tongue out, moving his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it as he guides you towards the edge of the bed. You position yourself in the middle of the bed, waiting for Johnny’s orders.

“Face the mirror.” You look over at the closet’s sliding doors and watched Johnny’s reflection as he places himself behind you. He gently moves your hair behind your shoulders, exposing more of your naked body. One hand cups your breast and the other slithers to your unclothed core. Tapping your thighs, you open your legs allowing him more access. “Watch yourself,” he simply orders, slowly drawing the number eight on your clit. Giving you open mouth kisses on your neck, you rest your head against his shoulder and shutting your eyes, taking in the pleasure he’s giving. You feel a hard slap on your inner thigh, prompting a squeal from you. “What did I just say?” He mutters into your ear.

“Watch myself,” you softly respond.

Grabbing your jaw, he forces you to stare straight into the mirror. You do as he says, watching his fingers skillfully circle your core before tucking his long middle finger into you. The hand he uses to rub you, he places by your lips.

“Spit,” he grunts and a pool of your saliva fills the palm of his hand. Returning to your sweet spot, your jaw drops from the pleasure as he inserts two fingers inside of you. You let out a melodious moan, causing Johnny to smirk. “You can take one more finger, right baby?” He coos, brushing his lips against your earlobe.

“I-I don’t know if I c-can,” you whimper but that doesn’t stop him from trying. You feel yourself stretch out a lot more than you’re used to all while he uses his other hand to spread open your labia, exposing your nub. A gentle and cool breeze from your AC system softly strokes your sensitive bud.

“Relax,” Johnny purrs, slowly but surely pumping three fingers inside of you. “You’re so pretty getting fucked by my fingers; my pretty little whore.”

Groaning at his raunchy words, your thighs begin to tense up, your toes slowly start to curl, and you knew you were close. Johnny knew too.

“I’m so close,” you mewl. He stares at you through the mirror, his intense gaze watches as your body begins to slightly tremble under his touch. “Can I? Please?” You begged, your eyes fixed on his reflection. He doesn’t say a word but he nods, giving you permission to release on his fingers. Coming down from your high, Johnny places sloppy kisses down the crook of your neck and stops at your shoulders.

“Let me fuck you doggy,” he says needily. You get into his favorite position, watching him place himself behind you. You feel him slowly run his tip against your slit before sinking his cock inside of you with ease. Vigorously snapping his hips into you, you let out a mixture of whines, shaky moans, and muffled screams. A harsh slap meets your skin and you yelp, giving you a small sense of pleasure. Relentlessly slamming into you, you felt yourself edging closer to a second orgasm for the night.

“Fuck!” You screamed, arching your back as you buried your face into the linen sheets. “I’m gonna cum, Johnny! Ah!”

Johnny takes hold of your hair, a handful of it between his knuckles. He tugs on it, pulling you to his chest. “What did you just call me?” He asks between clenched teeth. His sharp thrusts were merciless at this point.

“Sorry, I meant to say, sir!” Crying out, he places his hand around your throat.

“If that’s what you meant, say it again.” His tone rough, matching his thrusts.

“I’m gonna cum, sir!” His grip around your neck tightens, your words coming out suffocated.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?”

You were seconds away from your climax. Every muscle in your body clenched, trying to keep you from releasing until you were ‘allowed’ to. Rapidly nodding your head, Johnny shows leniency, letting you reach the high you were after, choked moans leaving your lips. He enjoyed the tightening of your walls as you become undone. Pulling out, he lays on his back pumping his shaft up and down. You quickly lick your juices off his dick before he told you to ride his face.

Hesitant at first, you were unsure of how to do so since this was new to you. Hovering over his mouth, he lowers himself so he’s aligned with your core. You didn’t want to crush him, so you stayed in the position you were in as you held onto your headboard, though Johnny had something different in mind. Roughly pulling you down, you were practically riding his face as his tongue delved in and out of you. Running his tongue up and down your soaking slit and massaging your already sensitive area, you felt jolts of pleasure run through you. Johnny looks up at you as he ate you out, examining your facial expressions that boosted his ego. You were embarrassingly close to your third climax and Johnny could see that. His tongue savagely flicking you while he grips your body for dear life as you squirm on top of him. You’re hit with another orgasm without warning and you felt your entire body weaken from the pleasure. Moving away from his mouth, you see your juices glisten against his chin as he smirked at your dazed and rumpled state.

“You’re not done yet,” he purrs. “Ride me.”

Nodding your head obediently, you sink onto Johnny’s cock, your hands splayed across his chest. Sloppily grinding your hips against him, you feel his hand lightly slap your cheek. “My slut can do a lot better than that,” he barks. “Show me you own this cock.” Another light smack on your face.

Although you were close to collapsing next to Johnny from all the orgasms you weren’t used to in one night, your pride refused to let him down after all he’s done tonight. Moving your hips up and down, in long strokes, he watched as you sink back down after seeing the base of his tip. You continued this pace, deliberately moaning noisily knowing it turned him on.

In one quick and smooth move, he sits up and lies you on your back still inside of you. Opening your legs wider for him, his thrusts were slow but harsh. Burying his face into your neck, you could tell he was nearing his release. Petting his hair, you place small kisses against his temple.

“I want your cum, sir.” You whispered, earning a loud groan. “Inside of me.” Johnny penetrates inside of you as deep and as rough as he possibly could. He lifts his head, scanning your expression. Biting on your bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, you could feel a familiar feeling building in the pit of your stomach. You’d never experience so many orgasms in a span of less than two hours; you didn’t know it was possible to even cum this quickly. Several grunts fill your room as his hand tightens around your neck, watching you twitch under him after releasing for the fourth time that night. Johnny’s rhythm turns careless, slamming himself into you recklessly. He was edging himself and your body couldn’t physically take anymore.

“Cum inside of me, please. Your dirty whore wants your hot cum; turn me into your cumslut, please sir.” You pleaded. His hand doesn’t leave your throat and you could feel it tighten harder than before as you’re filled with his thick substance. His grip slowly loosens and you quickly sit up, pushing out what’s inside of you. Sticking your tongue out, you wait for Johnny to catch on which he quickly does. Scooping his cum oozing out of you onto his fingers, he allows you to lick it off. Johnny’s jaw drop at the sight, breathless. Forcefully pressing his lips against yours, you fall back into bed, erupting in a fit of giggles.

“You’ve been hiding that side of you for this long?!” Johnny exclaimed once he pulls his mouth away.

“Sorry sir,” you sarcastically retort. Snuggling into him, you trace the light outline of his abs, your eyes fluttering shut.

Taking note of your actions, he doesn’t bother you. “Sleep tight, baby. I love you.” Johnny caresses you, kissing you gently.

[aquarius-johnny]

7 Minutes | Johnny Seo

Requested: no | Word Count: 1.6k | Warnings: thigh riding, nipple play, oral (male receiving), cum shot, swallowing, mouth fucking, deep throating

Genre: smut

Author’s Note: I don’t know, I just wanted to write smut because I haven’t written one in a while.

Summary: Yuta knows how interested you are in Johnny and gets you to hook up in a bathroom for 7 minutes during a game of truth or dare.

Tugging on your oversized zip-up jacket, you scan the room full of people that formed a circle as you all sat on the floor, legs crossed with nothing but playful smirks on your faces as each of you scan for your next victim of truth or dare. You were squished between your best friends who’d convince you to come to this gathering. Did you regret it? No. Why? Because the one person you came for is sitting across of you, sneaking glances at you thinking you wouldn’t notice, but you did. He’s the reason why you were bold enough to ditch a t-shirt and only wore a very expensive bra underneath your jacket. Too busy getting caught up in your own thoughts, you feel a nudge into your side.

“Hellooooo, Yuta asked you something,” your friend says before turning to the blonde haired boy whose hair was long enough to cover his eyes. Slightly splitting his hair down the middle to expose a little bit of his forehead, Yuta repeats his question as you were his next victim. You knew better than to say ‘truth’ as Yuta would ask you to admit who you were interested in fully knowing the answer is Johnny.

One night you were drunk out of your mind and Yuta was the one who took care of you that night. When other guys thought it would be funny to grope your ass as you lean over the marble countertops of a stranger's kitchen, Yuta nearly started a riot when he pinned the guy against the wall and whispered something in his ear before smashing the guy’s face inward, busting his lip. When he drove you home, you casually admitted how you were more than interested in Johnny. What happened after was a blur, but you woke up the next day in your bed with an aspirin and bottled water on your bedside table with a note that read: I bet your hangover is killing you right now, lol P.S. the secret you told me about Johnny is safe with me, until the opportunity to hook you two up arises. Since that night, he’d playfully joke around with you, especially when Johnny was there. He loved teasing you and you couldn’t find it more endearing about Yuta.

“Uh, dare.” You answer, arching your brow.

“I dare you to go into that bathroom with any guy of your choice for 7 minutes,” he chuckles. Your jaw nearly drops before you realized all eyes were on you.

Quickly thinking on the spot, you pull yourself together. “How about this,” you say standing up from your place. “You choose for me and I’ll wait in the bathroom for him.” Before he could answer, you dipped it into the bathroom to wait for the guy Yuta chooses. Jumping onto the sink counters, you place your hand against the cooled tops as you lightly swing your legs.

A knock on the door catches your attention before it slightly opens. Johnny peeks his head into the room and he shyly looks down as he closes his door behind him. “Guess I’m the lucky guy,” he chuckles. Leaning his back against the wall across of you, you smile, silently thanking Yuta for this setup.

“Guess you are,” you giggle. “Are you okay with being here?”

“Yeah, why not? So, what do you wanna do?”

Confidence boiled inside of you, waiting for this moment. “That depends on what you’re comfortable with. We could just talk, we could make out, or we could do more...I’m down for whatever you wanna do.” Putting the decision in his hands, you watch as he perked up at the choices you listed.

“Why can’t we do all of that?” You notice how his hands were now out of the pockets of his basketball shorts and he takes the corner of his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Because we have only 7 minutes,” you remind him. “The clock’s ticking, Johnny,” you smirked. “The ball is in your court.”

Walking towards you, you pull him by the pockets of his sweater and his hands find their way to each side of your neck. Without saying a word, you already know what he wanted. Johnny presses his lips against yours and he moves it at the same pace as you do. Your tongues roll over each other as you pull him closer to you. One of his hands trails down your waist, pulling your body so it’s pressed against him.

“You’re sexy as hell,” he whispers before you wrap your legs around his hips, giving you more access to feel his growing bulge. You giggle at him in reply, and you feel yourself being lifted from the countertop. The sound of the closing of the toilet seat cover is heard, you drop your legs from his hips and pull away from the kiss before Johnny takes a seat.

“Come here,” he growls, pulling you into his lap. You spread your legs on each side of his thigh. Johnny hikes your skirt up before you take a seat. “Ride my thigh, I heard you always wanted to try that.” You give him a sly smirk, taking note of how he paid attention to your comments when you thought he wasn’t listening.

“Okay.” Pulling down the zipper of your jacket, you expose your bra and watch Johnny’s eyes widen. “Only if you play with-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt Johnny’s lips gently kiss the skin above your breasts. Gently pulling down the fabric, he sighs in amazement before rolling his tongue over your erected nipples.

Moving your hips against his thigh, you feel the fabric of his shorts rub against your clothed core. You feel tingles shoot through your body as he sucks and bites on your perky nubs. Pushing his head into your breasts, you pick up the pace of your movements. Johnny cups your tits with his big hands and pushes them together, kissing, sucking, and licking your nipples. Biting back your moan, you feel him lightly slap your breasts, surprised he knew it was one of your kinks.

“Keep going, use me to make you cum,” he whispers, flexing his thigh for you. The hardened muscle gave you friction to grind on and you do as he says. The movement of your body inches you closer and closer and with the help of Johnny giving you more stimulation with your breasts, you reach your climax. Slowing down your actions, he pulls you into a kiss before catching your breath.

Standing up from your position, you tell Johnny to do the same. Moving in front of the counters, you drop to your knees and begin to palm his hardened length.

“May I?” You innocently ask, tugging on your bottom lip.

You watch Johnny’s lips part as a sigh leaves his mouth. “Yeah,” he whispers and nods his head.

Pulling his basketball shorts down past his knees along with his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. His excited member springs up and you take him into your mouth. The warmth of your mouth earns you a groan that slipped between his lips. Quickly covering his mouth with his hand, he places his free hand on the top of your head, slightly guiding you as you bobbed your head back and forth. Covering his shaft in your warm saliva, he lets out a deep groan when you pump his length and swirl your tongue over his tip. “Fuck,” he breathily says. He watches as your perfectly shaped lips wrap around him and his mouth gaped open at the pleasure. His stiff length disappears into your mouth and he feels the back of your throat.

“Fuck my mouth, Johnny,” you order, catching your breath. Flattening your tongue with the tip of his cock resting on top, he does as you say. Moving his hips back and forth, the only noise that fills the small room is the sound of you gagging which turns Johnny on even more. You pull back, panting and trying to catch your breath once more while Johnny pets your hair.

“I’m so close,” he mutters. “Can you hang on a little longer?”

You give him a nod. “But where are you going to cum?” You asked, twisting your wrist and lightly tugging on his cock.

“On the floor?”

Slightly allowing your tongue to poke out of your mouth as you smirked up at him, you shake your head. “Wrong answer,” you reply seductively. Sinking your mouth down his shaft, you use your hand to help stimulate him even more.

“Shit, oh shit, I’m gonna cum, baby. Don’t stop,” he begs. Seconds later, he shoots his load into your mouth and you suck out the last drop before swallowing everything.

Helping you stand up, he pulls up his bottoms as you rinse out your mouth in the sink. Looking at him through the mirror, he lets out a playful laugh and you do the same.

“I thought you don’t hook up?” He lightly nudges as you both wash your hands.

“I guess you’re an exception,” you giggle, nudging him back. A knock on the wooden door catches your attention and you hear Yuta remind you that you two had a minute left. “You’re fast.” You jokingly tease Johnny as he hands you two pieces of paper towel to dry your hands.

“Nah, you’re just really good,” he compliments. “We should do this again.”

“Oh? And what makes you think I’d want to do it again?” A playful and teasing smile is plastered across your face, hinting at a ‘playing hard to get’ attitude.

Johnny shrugs his shoulders. “I’m pretty good with my tongue, I just thought I should show you and return the favor.”

Pausing for a second, you arch your brow as you scan his face. “You know what? I’m going to take you up on that offer.” Placing your hand on the doorknob, you feel Johnny tug on your arm causing you to turn around. Before you could comprehend what was going on, Johnny presses his lips against yours causing your knees to go weak.

“Consider this a thank you,” he smirks. “You’re great.”

[aquarius-johnny]

Johnny! My one fantasy is on his birthday, id surprise him by being dominate but at the end, give it up. First, sit him on a chair, with his hands tied behind his back with a blindfold on. Tease him until he’s begging to touch/see me & then finally giving in. Lol

Tracing an ice cube against his soft, bare skin, you hear Johnny let out a small whimper.

“Please, baby. Let me touch you.” He begs, vision hindered by the blindfold but is still able to look up at you. You rub your exposed core against his thigh and watched his mouth drop and a groan leaving his lips before he throws his head back. Tugging on the restraints, he bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck...”

“Beg.” You whispered into his ear, tugging on his pierced earlobe in the process. “How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“So bad,” Johnny sighs, his cock twitching beneath you. “I’ll fuck you the way you want it. Just let me see you, please baby.” He pleads, tugging his wrists.

Snickering at him, you slowly lift the blindfold up and watch his eyes widen in excitement at your naked body on top of him.

“You promise to fuck me exactly how I want it?” You question, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.

“I promise,” he breathily let’s out.

Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn around and place your ass on his erect cock, rubbing against the thin fabric covering his dripping tip. “You don’t sound too convincing,” you tease, pressing your back against his chest. “If you want me, beg. for. it.”

A shaky moan slips between his lips and you hear the words you wanted to hear. Your sinful thoughts came alive the minute Johnny spoke and you knew to give in. Gently untying his wrists, he quickly grips your waist and tosses you to your bed. Hovering over you, a devilish smirk stretches across his face.

“You’re evil, teasing the birthday boy like that.” The tip of his tongue slide against the side of your neck. Pinning your arms into the bed, you feel a small bite on your shoulder. “You’re lucky I keep my promises.” Getting up from his position, he slips off the remaining clothing he has on. “Now come over here and sit on my cock, properly.”

send me your nct 127 fantasies and i’ll continue it for you (no one younger than win win please)

[aquarius-johnny]

Hola! Prompt 5 (smut)+ Johnny 💖

“Try to stay quiet, understand?”

You find yourself sneaking away with Johnny up to his bedroom at a party his parents invited you and your parents to. Your relationship with Johnny was kept a secret, but if anyone asked the two of you, you both found the sneaking around very exciting; especially at parties when both families are together. You didn’t know if it was the sexual tension that would arise when you would catch his attention from across the room or if it was the teasing that came from both of you. Maybe it was the idea of getting caught or the feeling of Johnny’s hands groping every inch of your body after holding back for so long. It could also be the combination of it all that makes the secrecy of your relationship so enticing.

“Try to stay quiet, understand?” He whispers as he leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. “I don’t think your parents would appreciate the ‘boy next door’ fucking their precious daughter’s brains out.”

“You’re confident, aren’t you?” You smirked, arching a brow at his comment which was not far off from the truth.

Turning to smile at you while he opened his bedroom door, he gives you a flirtatious wink. “It’s my charm and the reason you love me so much.” Nudging the door shut when you walk in, you feel his fingers dig into your waist and his lips press against the crook of your neck. One of his hand sneaks up your body and wraps itself onto the base of your neck which meant Johnny wanted full control of the situation and you didn’t mind one bit. Without saying a word, you begin to undo the buckle of his belt and the buttons of his black Levis jeans. Sinking to your knees, you pull his member out of his underwear and allowed your tongue to work his length the way he liked it. Using your hands and mouth simultaneously, he quickly places his hand over his mouth to cover the throaty groan he desperately wanted to release. Unable to bite back his moan, he pulls you up from your position and pushes you onto his bed.

“Turn around.” His voice dripped nothing but lust and sinful thoughts shuffle through your mind. You do as he says and you feel the palms of his hands caress your behind. As Johnny lifts your short dress up, you hear a small hiss leave his lips and a disappointed shake of his head follows right after. “No safety shorts?” He rubs circles on your right ass cheek before a smack is felt, causing you to jerk under his touch.

“I didn’t think I needed them,” you explain softly. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Johnny lets out a hum before aligning the tip with your entrance. Gathering your hair behind your shoulders, he sinks himself inside of you and watches as you take his entire length. Pumping in and out of you, you were under Johnny’s control. The pleasure he gave you made you feel like you would do anything and everything for this man. Pulling you out of your lewd thoughts, you feel Johnny lean forward and place his hand over your mouth to stop your moans, causing an intoxicating feeling to wash over you. Whimpering against the palm of his hand with every single thrust, a trail of fire ignites throughout your body as your warm walls convulse against his stiff shaft. Letting out a quiet and low growl, Johnny tightens his grasp around your waist and uses you to help him reach his orgasm. The feeling of the thick liquid burst into you and his pulsing cock slowly withered into its original state while he pulls out of you.

“Now you have to go downstairs and act like nothing happened while you’re filled up with my cum,” Johnny teases you, adjusting your underwear and smoothing out your dress while catching his breath.

“What am I gonna do if it drips out in the middle of the party?” Slightly panicked at the thought, you sought an answer from Johnny who knew exactly what to do. Pulling something out of his pocket, he gives you a devilish grin.

“This could help.” Holding a small black vibrator, you arch a brow at him surprised at how quickly he was to show you the gem that spiced up your sex life.

“Hm, it’s liked you planned this.”

“I may have,” he smiles. “Do you need help with this?”

“I don’t, but I think you’d enjoy doing it for me.”

Nodding his head, he moves your undergarment to the side before sticking his middle finger into your core, knuckles deep. Placing the toy inside of you and adjusting the fabric once more to keep its place, you were certain it would be enough to get you through the night. Johnny gives you a gentle kiss before whispering phrases of praise that made your knees weak.

“Keep your window open tonight, I’m not done with you.” He instructs, carefully rubbing your flushed cheek with his thumb. Your mouth opens to reply, but you were cut off by the opening of his bedroom door.

“There you are! What’re you guys doing up here? The party’s downstairs.” Johnny’s mom says, confused at the two of you.

“I was just showing her some of the awards I got.” You look up at Johnny then at the wall plastered with certificates and medals with his name on it.

“Yeah, you have a really talented kid, Mrs. Seo,” you smile at the host. “His confidence is unbelievable.” You carefully and sneakily pinch Johnny’s arm, silently scolding him for not locking his bedroom door before your quickie.

“We’ll be right down, save us a slice of cake please?” And just like that, you two were alone again in Johnny’s bedroom.

“You’re an idiot, why didn’t you lock the door?!” You whisper harshly, slapping Johnny on the arm. “Someone could have walked in on us. My parents could’ve walked in on us!”

Johnny gives you the charming smile you couldn’t resist. “I know,” he kisses your forehead endearingly. “It’s the thrill of getting caught that’s the most fun.”

[aquarius-johnny]

Double the Fun | Johnny x Taeyong Threesome

Requested: - | Word Count: 2.7k | Warnings: Penetrative sex, anal sex, mention of spanking, oral (male and female receiving), deepthroating, choking, MMF threesome, slight degradation, casual and consensual sex

Genre: Smut

Author’s Notes: Hoping to feed those who are starved from JohnTae content / Johnny x Taeyong x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Johnny invites Taeyong for a fun threesome. Simple as that.

Your sex life is far from bleak. In fact, you were down for anything that didn’t put you in harm’s way and were comfortable with. It was always difficult to satisfy your needs with past partners, so you were glad to have met Johnny who matched your libido and met your sexual desires. During a drunken night with Johnny and a few of his friends, you couldn’t help but notice the glances that his friend, Taeyong, threw your way. You later found out he would have taken you into the bedroom that night if it wasn’t for the fact you were Johnny’s girl. That’s when Johnny had the idea of a threesome, claiming it would “help” his friend out. Since Taeyong wasn’t much of a relationship type of guy, Johnny didn’t have to worry about Taeyong developing any feelings for you. It didn’t take much for your boyfriend to convince his friend considering a threesome wasn’t a far fetched fantasy for him.

A simple text from Johnny had you dressed in the most raunchy lingerie set you owned with an anal plug preparing you for the night of fun he promised. Prancing around your apartment in nothing but your lacy undergarments, you were in the living room when you heard the door unlock. Two familiar voices fill your place and you couldn’t help but feel a spark ignite in the pit of your stomach. Pulling your satin robe over your shoulders, you see two tall figures walk into the room you’re in. The sexual tension in the room could be sliced with a knife as you made eye contact with the two guys standing in front of you.

“Hey baby,” Johnny greets with a kiss on your lips as he throws himself on the couch next to you. “You remember Taeyong, right?”

“Nice to see you again,” Taeyong politely greets, giving you a small wave. A part of you couldn’t help but doubt Taeyong’s reputation as a sex fiend, but you knew not everyone shows that side upfront, especially those who are really good at it. You smile at Taeyong, watching him take a seat next to Johnny on the couch armrest.

“I really hope you’re wearing the red set,” Johnny mumbles, pressing his lips against your temple.

“Why don’t you find out?” You giggled.

Johnny brings his finger to the bow holding your robe together but pauses. Instead, he turns to Taeyong and smirks. “You should do it. I promise you won’t regret it.”

You stand up, walk over to him, and waited as Taeyong loosened your robe. You allowed it to fall onto the floor, exposing your half-naked body to the two boys in front of you. To Johnny’s delight, it was the red set he loves. When you made eye contact with Taeyong, it was a whole different side of him you had never seen before. His eyes darken and a sense of confidence took over.

“Why don’t we go into the bedroom?” You suggest, grabbing both your boyfriend’s hand and his friend’s hand. They willingly comply, letting you lead the way. Johnny flicks the light switch and the room quickly illuminates with a yellowish tint as you hear Taeyong close the bedroom door behind him, flipping the lock to ensure no interruptions.

“Did you do as I said in the text?” Johnny questions, his hands gripping your hips.

“Of course,” you smiled, your freshly manicured nails lightly drag over his forearm.

Without hesitation, Johnny turns you and bends you over the foot of the bed. Taeyong smirks at the interaction between you and your boyfriend, already getting a feel of how obedient you are. Johnny pulls the thin fabric to the side, exposing the hidden gem between your perfectly shaped ass cheeks.

“She has a nice ass,” Taeyong compliments, giving you a boost to your ego. You feel a heavy hand hit your skin, causing you to slightly twitch. The same hand soothes the same spot and by the texture of his palm, you knew it wasn’t Johnny’s. “What’s off limits?” You hear Taeyong ask his friend. Johnny lets go of your underwear, causing you to face them.

“No hickies and you’re using a condom,” Johnny starts, sliding his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “You’re not allowed to call her any degrading names - only I can do that - and her safe word is red. If she’s not able to say it, she’ll tap three times so one of her hands has to be free, always. Now, she usually doesn’t use her safe word and gestures, but if she does you better stop what you’re doing, understand?” Johnny’s voice is stern and serious. You looked up at Johnny in admiration and watch how Taeyong soaks the information like a sponge.

“Wow, you two must be into really kinky shit to have a safe word,” Taeyong playfully retorts, eyeing both you and Johnny.

Letting out a laugh, Johnny rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “Nah, she just likes it rough, but she still needs to be safe. It’s not fun if she’s not enjoying it,” he lets out, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Taeyong nods in understanding. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, appreciative of how caring and protective Johnny is.

“Now that’s settled,” you speak up, grabbing a hold of the bottom hem of Taeyong’s shirt to pull him closer. “Can you two fuck me now? I’ve been waiting all day for this.” You look at Johnny, innocently, for approval.

“Is she always this needy?” Taeyong smirks.

“Only when she really wants dick,” Johnny replies, petting your hair.

“Should we give her some?”

A laugh leaves Johnny’s lips as he stands, facing you, and loosening his belt, Taeyong following his actions. You stare at their every move, hungrily. You watch as their jeans and boxers drop around their ankles, exposing their impressive size. Taking one in each hand, you slowly pump their erect member watching their precum slowly leak out of their slit. Taking turns licking the clear liquid off their tip, you spit into your hand and stroke Taeyong while inserting Johnny into your mouth. Moving back and forth between the two men, you allowed their hard cock to be covered by your warm strings of saliva.

“Lean back,” Johnny instructs. Letting go of the men’s cocks, you do as your boyfriend says. You could feel your heat throbbing in excitement. Motioning Taeyong over to you, he aligns himself with your mouth and holds your hair back as you suck him off. Your boyfriend hovers over your sweet core. Tapping your thigh, you lift your bottom half up as Johnny slipped your laced undergarment off, throwing it behind him. Letting a pool of his warm spit fall onto your clit before spreading it with his tongue. You couldn’t help but whimper at the lewd action going on as you were busy satisfying Taeyong.

“Damn Johnny,” Taeyong chuckles. “You’re one lucky guy.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his compliment, encouraging you even more. Just as you bobbed your head quickly, you felt Johnny flick his tongue hard. Looking over at him, you notice his intense gaze, knowing every single stroke of his tongue is slowly moving your body closer and closer to its climax.

Johnny lifts his head between your thighs, your juices glistening on his plumped lips. He moves onto the bed, pulling out a condom from the bedside table and tosses it to Taeyong.

“Do me a favor, fuck her while she gags on my cock,” Johnny instructs Taeyong who skillfully slips on the condom, as he’s done many times before.

Johnny tugs on your arm and you position yourself between his legs, ass up and ready. You feel Taeyong grab a hold of your hips, pulling you closer to his covered tip. He slowly sinks himself into you, you let out a moan against Johnny’s cock. Your heat pulses against Taeyong’s dick, earning a low growl from him. Johnny bucks his hips upward, into your mouth, holding your head in place.

“Arch your back a little more,” Taeyong tells you and you do as he says while choking noises fill the room, satisfying Johnny.

Taeyong slithers his fingers to your soaking folds, pressing down on your clit, hoping to build up your pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out. You run your slightly puckered lips up and down Johnny’s hard shaft before flattening your tongue and allowing his tip to hit the back of your throat, jerking forward with every one of Taeyong’s thrusts.

“That’s it, baby, choke on it,” Johnny groans, pushing your hair back as he eagerly watches your lips wrap around his cock.

Taeyong plants his hands on either side of you, leaning forward as he harshly penetrates deeper. Your mouth gapes open at the pleasure, speechless. Letting out a grunt, Taeyong pulls you by your hair up to his chest. You watch Johnny stroke himself before quickly positioning in front of you, watching you get your brains fucked out by his friend.

“Open your mouth,” he orders and you follow through. Johnny slides his index and middle finger into your mouth, coating his digits with your spit before sliding it against your clit. Circling your sensitive nub, you feel a very familiar feeling building up. Throwing your head back against Taeyong’s shoulder, Johnny could tell you were close. Pressing on your clit harder, you gasp at the feeling.

“Good little slut, cum on Taeyong’s cock,” Johnny encourages, skillfully unhooking your bra then palming your exposed breasts with his free hand. “Tell him when you’re gonna cum, okay?”

You nod your head, gripping Johnny’s wrist in an attempt to slow him down, but to no avail. Tugging on your lower lip, Taeyong’s sharp thrusts hit the right spot.

“Taeyong, I’m gonna cum,” you cried out.

“Hold on a little longer,” Taeyong rasps in your ear; shivers running down your arms. “I heard you like getting choked.” You felt him smirk against your ear, his hand moving to the base of your neck. “Is it true?”

You nod your head and Taeyong’s grip tightens. All Johnny could see were the whites of your eyes as your body moved, synchronized with Taeyong’s movements.

“Taeyong,” you barely moaned. “Can I cum please,” you begged.

“You need your boyfriend’s permission, babe. Ask him,” Taeyong teases.

You look at Johnny, his eyes narrow and dark, and he waited for you to beg. As Taeyong’s pace speeds up, so does Johnny’s fingers.

“Baby,” you whisper to Johnny, feeling Taeyong’s grip tighten even more. “Can I cum? Please, please, please.” You squirm under their hold, unable to hold it a second longer. Johnny doesn’t respond, but the corner of his lips curl into a smirk. “Johnny, please!” You whimpered, feeling tears fall from the corner of your eyes.

Johnny lets you cum, nearly falling forward if it weren’t for Johnny and Taeyong’s grip on you. Taeyong lets out sighs of pleasure as the warmth of your wet cunt tightens around him and Johnny’s fingers slip around your clit with ease. Taeyong slips out of you, the plastic he used drenched in your juices.

“Bend over,” Taeyong smiles. When you do, he examines your anal plug, fascinated by it. “I’m sure Johnny picked this, didn’t he?” He slaps your ass and you squeal in excitement.

“He always does; he’s good at picking things like this,” your voice sweet and innocent. You look at Johnny who places a kiss on your lips.

“How about we see how much it helped,” Johnny smiles and you nod in approval. You felt it slowly ease out of you as Taeyong carefully removed it.

“I never fucked anyone here before,” Taeyong admits.

“Looks like it’s your lucky day,” you say, snickering.

Johnny hands Taeyong some lube and you feel the cold liquid fall onto you. You feel Johnny’s warm hands rub it into your body before telling you to stand up. You made your way over to Johnny as he stood near a single chair in the corner of your room.

“Up,” he says, patting your thigh. You follow through and you feel Taeyong’s presence behind you. Johnny slightly bends his knees, sliding himself inside of you. His girth slightly stretched you, causing you to gulp and grip onto his shoulders. You feel Taeyong insert himself behind you, ever so gently. He pumps his tip into your hole before his entire shaft slid inside of you. Gasping at the feeling of both men filling you up, moving in sync. The pleasure so great, you didn’t mind the number of fingers digging into your skin, unaware of the marks it might leave. Grunts, moans, and everything in between fill the room, so loud you were sure your neighbors could hear everything going on. Every inch of their cock buried inside of you caused your body to become feeble, relying on the tall men to hold you up. Noticing your worn out look, Johnny picks you up in one swift move while Taeyong holds your bottom, moving you up and down.

Taeyong plants kisses against your shoulder as Johnny’s lips move with yours. Hard and deep thrusts from Johnny has you filling the space between your lips with moans.

“Oh my god, Tae- F-fuck, John- Ah!” You screamed, head clouded by bliss, one hand digging into Johnny’s shoulders and the other buried into Taeyong’s hair. “I love the way you guys fill me up. Please fuck me harder, please.” You sobbed and begged. And they did just that. You felt nothing but satisfaction and thrill shoot through your veins as the two men were completely inside of you, fiercely fucking you as hard and fast as they possibly could.

“I’m close,” you exhaled sharply. “Don’t stop, Johnny. F-fuck me harder, Tae-oh shit! I’m cumming!” All you could see were stars, dazed and fragile. The two men allowed you to ride out your orgasm, quivering under their touch. Taeyong quickly pulls out of you and tosses the flavored condom in the bin. Johnny throws you back onto the mattress - slightly bouncing up and down from the force.

“My turn,” Johnny’s voice deepened into a husky growl. Flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your ass up, he slowly pushes into where Taeyong previously was. Letting out a hitched breath, your mouth is quickly stuffed by Taeyong’s throbbing cock.

“Just relax, princess,” Taeyong coos, pushing your hair behind your ears, before pushing your head down his shaft. His thrusts matched Johnny’s, merciless. Your mouth drops open, Taeyong taking the opportunity to fuck your mouth brutally while you were certain Johnny was preoccupied with leaving marks on your bare behind with the palm of his hand.

“You want me to fill your ass with my cum, baby?” Johnny smirks, grabbing a hold of your arm and pinning it behind you. Your response is muffled, but he knew what you wanted.

The boys were losing momentum and you could feel it. Rhythm turned sloppy and their grasp around you strengthened. A few pumps and Taeyong release into your mouth first. Ropes of his warm substance fill your throat, strings follow his shaft as he pulls out. Watching everything unfold in front of him, Johnny releases next, collapsing forward and on top of you. Placing chaste kisses on your shoulder blade and up to your shoulders, removing himself out of you. Taeyong tosses Johnny a towel handing off the backside of a chair and he uses it to clean you off.

“Fuck,” Taeyong chuckles, pushing his hair back. “That was fun. Are you okay?” Johnny tilts his head to look at you after he throws the used towel into the hamper in the corner of your room.

“I’m okay,” you smiled.

“Was it too much?” Johnny asks, wanting nothing but to make sure you’re fine.

Shaking your head, you respond with a no. “Nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling your blanket over your naked body, you watch Taeyong get dressed in record time. Something you assume he’s used to by now. Johnny joins you in bed, covering his exposed lower half.

“I’ll see you guys at the next party,” Taeyong winks. “Thanks again!” And just like that, he was gone.

You turn to look at Johnny who’s already looking at you.

“Would you ever do that again?” He laughs, pulling you into his side so he could wrap his arm around you.

“It was really fun,” you momentarily pause.

“But?”

“But I think I can get all the satisfaction I need from you.”

Johnny smiles, playfully rolling his eyes at your attempt to boost his ego - which it obviously did.

“Don’t tell Taeyong that, though.”