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[aquarius-johnny]

“we’re just friends, right?” | johnny suh

au: friends to lovers

warnings: bestfriend! johnny, suggestive, fluff, mutual pining, reader and johnny are down bad for each other

summary: friends don’t really look at each other the way you two do, right?

your friendship with johnny confuses everyone.

they notice the way johnny’s hand lingers a little too long on your body after finding any excuse to touch you, the way he endearingly strokes your hair out of comfort — mostly for his than for yours, and the way his eyes automatically search for you in a sea of people as if you’re his anchor that’s keeping him grounded.

it never goes unnoticed how you steal glances when you think no one is looking, how you always find an excuse to compare your small hands to his just so you can hold it for a moment, how you always forget to bring a jacket every time it’s cold out so johnny has yet another reason to let you borrow his.

or how you both always opt to share one drink, always using the excuse that you won’t be able to finish one on your own. how you both casually grab each others hand in a crowd of people so you both don’t lose each other. how neither of you accept the advances someone makes towards you two, always telling potential suitors that you’re already seeing someone — something one of you did first and now both of you do it.

it doesn’t matter how many times your friends have wondered or how many times strangers have asked, your answer to their question — are you two dating? — is always no, he’s just a friend. but they know friends don’t look at each other the way you two do. it’s always a will they or won’t they situation that secretly has your friends either rooting for both of you or are annoyed with the situation as a whole. either way, they’re hooked.

with enough nagging from your friends and family, you begin to question the authenticity of your friendship with your best friend. so does johnny. but neither of you do anything about it.

it’s not a foreign idea — for you two, at least — to have co-ed sleepovers, much to the dismay from both families. it’s harmless. nothing more happens than just sleeping and you swear up and down that absolutely nothing happens between the two of you in bed.

johnny keeps his hands to himself — for the most part. aside from the occasional arm slinging over your abdomen or the casual spooning with his arm over your waist when you wake up. but you’re both unconscious when it happens, so it isn’t his fault, right?

you on the other hand, can’t say you’re as disciplined as your best friend. everything you do always comes in the form of accidents — accidentally moving your hips against him when he’s spooning, you swear you’re just adjusting your position; accidentally grazing his morning wood with your hand when you get out of bed to use the bathroom, you’re half asleep and groggy so you have no idea what your body parts are up to until you get at least a cup of coffee in your system; accidentally forgetting to pack some pajama shorts in your overnight bag so you’re forced to sleep in a shirt and underwear during the night, always telling yourself you won’t forget to pack a pair next time.

johnny doesn’t bring it up, though. you’re not sure if he knows it’s happening or if he enjoys waking up to it as much as you do. so it just continues to happen with unspoken words between you two.

until now.

staring at the ceiling above you as you lay in johnny’s bed, you softly let out his name and wait for him to respond.

he gives you a low hum.

“i have something on my mind.” sitting up, you shift your body to look at him. you watch his eyes flutter open before he sees you looking down.

sitting up, he languidly shifts his body weight to rest on the palm of his hands that are placed slightly behind him. “what’s wrong?” he rasps, one hand extending towards his nightstand to turn on a lamp.

“no, wait, don’t turn it on yet,” you quickly say, halting his movements.

the only light source gleams from his bedroom window, reflecting the busy city’s skyline.

retracting his hand, you see his brows knit together in confusion. “what’s going on?” he asks again, this time placing a hand on your lower back after adjusting his sitting position to push himself further up the bed with his back pressed against the pillows that line his headboard.

“i’ve been wanting to do something for a long time now,” a shaky exhale leaving your lips. “and i need you to stay still for me.”

“okay,” he lets out quietly, feeling the tension building between the two of you.

leaning into him slowly, your hand gently cups his jaw, heart thumping hard against your chest, and your lips begin to lightly tremble.

softly pressing your lips against his, johnny’s body tenses in surprise before he quickly relaxes and captures your bottom lip between his, moving his lips in sync with yours.

you sit there for a moment, basking in the reality that you’re kissing your best friend — kissing him with passion, lust, and sexual frustration entwined with every single movement of your lips.

his hands grip your waist, naturally pulling your body into his. you allow it to happen, your body tightly against his chest. he lifts his chin to keep his lips attached to yours as you’re nearly hovering over him before you position yourself on his lap to cradle him.

as you pull away, his lips chase yours — needing to feel them on his again.

“no, don’t stop, please,” he begs quietly right before his hands cup the sides of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you.

butterflies swarm your stomach, your lips matching his movements.

his arms wrap around you, pulling your body into his, desperate to keep you close as if he fears this is all a dream he’s about to wake up from.

you slowly pull away from him, again, pressing your forehead against his. your lips are hovering over each other, breathing in each other’s air.

“was it okay that i did that?” you softly ask.

“it’s more than okay.” a smile pulling from the corners of his mouth. “i’m glad you did.”

a sigh of relief leaves you before it quickly disappears, nerves taking over once again. “are we still just friends?” you nervously ask him, pulling back to create some distance between the two of you.

he flickers between your eyes, moving a strand of fallen hair away from your face. he softly laughs. “was i really just a friend to begin with?”

[aquarius-johnny]

“tattoos before bedtime” | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff | wc: 1k | au: dad!johnny, husband!johnny 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 warning: girldad! johnny, temporary sanrio tattoos, pure fluff 𝜗𝜚 summary: johnny has a hard time saying no to his daughter, especially when she insists on putting temporary tattoos on him.

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the second your front door opens, your five year old daughter runs into the house — packs of temporary sanrio tattoos in hand and running to her father.

“daddy!” she squeals, haphazardly tossing her shoes to the side and nearly falling as her sock covered feet slides against your newly cleaned floorboards. she crashes into her dad’s leg, waving her packs of temporary tattoos clutched in her tiny hands. “look!”

johnny lifts her up, excited to see what she has to show him. he quickly gives you a peck on your temple when you appear in his line of vision.

“i have more tattoos to put on you!” she giggles, fanning out her three packs before pointing at her favorite character. “i want this one next to my name.” she points to johnny’s forearm, where your daughter’s name is written in a small typewriter font.

“she couldn’t stop talking about it on our way home,” you chuckle, endearingly petting the back of your daughter’s head.

“you don’t wanna put some on yourself?” he asks, clearly trying to talk her out of putting all of it on him.

“maybe one or two,” she tilts her head, already choosing the designs she wants to put on her body before turning to you. “mommy, which is your favorite?”

leaning in, you point at the first kuromi design you see. “that one,” you smile. “am i gonna have one on my arm too?”

“sure!” she smiles. “we can put the other ones on daddy.”

“we?” johnny chuckles. “you and mommy are gonna be my tattoo artists tonight?”

your daughter excitedly nods.

“are you sure you don’t wanna save the rest so you can put more on when yours washes away?”

your daughter pouts and her eyebrows furrow together, dramatically, as if she sees right through her dad’s words. “no, i want to put it on you.” she demands.

johnny nods in defeat. “okay, okay,” he laughs, pressing his thumb against the space between her eyebrows. “you don’t need to look at me like that.”

later that night, all three of you sit on the living room floor. your daughter on johnny’s left side where most of his tattoos are and you right next to her. johnny sits there in defeat, legs sprawled out in front of him as he lays his back against the sofa — unable to talk his way out of what’s happening.

you’ve precut the designs, making it easier for your daughter to press it against her dad’s skin. with a damp washcloth in her hand, you and johnny watch as she places her favorite design next to her tattooed name and presses the washcloth on it. you hit the start button on your phone’s timer since your daughter insists on doing this on her own.

“look at her,” you gush, eyes meeting johnny’s. “she’s a pro at this, already.”

he playfully rolls his eyes, reminded how he’s unable to say no to his daughter, yet again.

after some time, your daughter smiles to herself as she’s looking at johnny’s tattooed arm— proud that she’s fully covered the small areas of his skin with sanrio characters.

“daddy can you put these on me?” she places her two designs in the palm of his hands before sticking her left arm out. “i want this one here,” she instructs her dad. “and that one here.” her small pointer finger points to different parts of her arm.

without a second thought, johnny follows her commands. he gently peels away the plastic film of the tattoo before placing the temporary design against her skin. using the damp washcloth, he presses it on top of the transfer paper, soaking it thoroughly. after 30 seconds, he slowly pulls away the transfer paper and exposes the design. your daughter excitedly claps her hands before sticking her arm out again, patiently waiting for the next one.

“thank you, daddy!” she smiles, admiring her temporary tattoos before she looks at you. “your turn!” she giggles, taking your arm and examining it.

“wait,” you chuckle. “would it be okay if we put mine on daddy instead?”

without protest, your daughter quickly agrees. “where are you going to put it mommy?” she wonders, wide eyed and curious.

johnny furrows his brows. “another one?” he huffs playfully. “don’t you think I’ve had enough, baby?”

you shake your head, quickly dismissing his words as your eyes search for an empty spot on his arm. “hm, seems like his arm doesn’t have any spaces left.” you say aloud.

“yeah, maybe that’s a sign i’ve -”

“guess it should go on his neck instead.” you turn to your daughter. “what do you think?” you smile.

“yes!” your daughter squeals.

gripping your husband’s jaw with your hand, you gently force him to turn his head. placing the kuromi design against his skin, you hear johnny let out another defeated groan.

“right here should be good.” you say, signaling your daughter to place the washcloth against the transfer paper. “honey, start the timer please,” you say to johnny who painfully obliges.

when the timer goes off after 30 seconds, you carefully pull back the soaked paper to expose the clear design against johnny’s neck.

he huffs, furrowing his brows at you and your daughter.

quick witted, your daughter presses her small thumb against the space between johnny’s eyebrows. “you don’t need to look at us like that.” she smiles before johnny’s jaw drops in disbelief and he engulfs her into his arms causing a fit of giggle to leave her lips.

“can we get more this weekend?” your daughter flashes a wicked grin at you before she looks up at her dad who hugs her tighter.

“i think that’s -” johnny starts before you cleanly cut him off.

“a great idea, baby.” you smile at your daughter. “daddy’s other arm looks a little bare, doesn’t it?”

“his neck, too!” your daughter adds.

“menaces…” he lets out in disbelief, pinching the bridge of his nose before a smile pulls the corner of his mouth.

[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]

hi can you write a fluffy johnny scenario please where he’s drunk 😭 idk i think johnny is a cute drunk!! i love your blog sm 🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

“oh, lucky me!”

aimee’s reply 💬 : i can for sure write drunk johnny with fluff. it’d be my pleasure because i think he’d be a little cutie pie when drunk, too. i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: fluff, established relationship, alcohol mention, drunk! johnny x sober! reader, ft. mark as johnny’s bestie

check out my other work! — m.list navi

“hey,” you feel a hand on your shoulder as you talk to your friends about the new apartment your mutual friends moved into. you turn to see mark, johnny’s best friend, retract his hand from your shoulder — brown hair disheveled with his cheeks tinted a rosy pink, indicating he’s a little tipsy from the night.

“oh hey mark, what’s up?” you ask, turning to him.

“just wanted to let you know johnny’s passed out in the bedroom,” he yawns, rubbing his exhausted eyes. “we had a little too much to drink and he’s mumbling your name.”

you thank him before he rejoins his new roommates. you walk into the room mark mentioned and you find johnny sprawled out on the mattress, legs dangling off the foot of the bed.

kneeling towards the head of the bed, you carefully push johnny’s hair away from his face. he attempts to flutter his eyes open, only to have him look at you half lidded instead.

“oh hey, what’re you doing here?” he asks with a small grin. his words are nearly incoherent, but you manage to piece them together.

he tries to use his arms to get up from the bed only for them to give in, having him fall flat on his face again.

“i came with you, remember?” you smile, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“mm,” he responds, enjoying your touch. his cheeks radiate a light rosy tint, there’s a glazed look in his eyes, and his once perfectly styled hair is a complete mess.

“mark said you were calling for me. are you ready to go home?”

“home? mine or yours?” he smirks, eyelids fighting to stay open, but losing horrendously.

“ours,” you giggle.

“oh, wow!” he giggles. “i live with you? that’s amazing.” he gives you a satisfied sigh.

“here, let’s get you up, okay?” you help johnny sit up in bed, only for him to slump over. you sit next to him in hopes to have him use your body to stay upright; however, you underestimate how big johnny actually is and his body ends up falling on top of yours instead, causing you to fall back into the mattress. “johnny!” you giggle, trying to push his dead weight off of you.

he doesn’t budge. instead, his nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and slings his arm over your stomach — very similar to what you do when you’re in bed with him. you quickly give in, finding the sight of him incredibly adorable. you opt to use your hand to stroke the back of his head.

after a few minutes of silence, you hear him mumble your name.

you respond with a hum, feeling his arm pull your body closer to his.

“marry me,” he mumbles. “we should get married since we’re living together.” he slurs is words a bit, but it’s clear enough for you to make out.

“you want to get married?” you ask, rubbing his arm with your other hand.

“mhm.” you don’t have to see him to know he’s smiling. “i love you. marry me.”

“johnny?” you giggle.

“yeah?”

“we’re already married,” you share, placing a soft kiss against his forehead. “we’ve been married for two years already. see?” you hold up your left hand for him to see your ring before he lifts his own to find his matching wedding ring around his finger.

“oh,” he giggles, mustering the energy to lift his head to look at you; his eyes are bloodshot, glassy, and tired but he still manages to give you a lopsided smile. “lucky me!”

[aquarius-johnny]

hey. i wanna say that i'm obsessed with your blog, like i love the way you portrait johnny in your works, it's really good to read. i don't know if your are taking requests but can you do something with johnny at the gym related? as a gym rat (hehe), i would love to read something like this

“reps and romance”

aimee’s reply 💬 : you’re very sweet for sending this to me, thank you! not quite working out related, but gym related fore sure. I hope you enjoy!

warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, fem!reader, creepy men encounter, johnny is protective and a lil shy at the end, strangers to lovers (maybe? i guess? yeah?)

m.list navi

being hit on at the gym is something that you’ll never really get used to. especially when men don’t take the hint.

“hey.”

you look up to find the man you’ve been trying to avoid since you walked in. you give him a silent nod before continuing to stretch.

“haven’t seen you in a while.”

silence.

“don’t wanna talk?”

silence.

before he could respond to your silence, a tall man appears in your peripheral view.

“hey, sorry to bother. do you mind spotting for me real quick until my friend returns?” a tall man asks. you spot his tattooed arm, sweat glistening against his skin, telling you he’s well into his workout at this point.

your eyes flicks between the two men, opting to help the stranger you just met over the creep who won't leave you alone.

standing up, you walk with the stranger to his spot, him occasionally turning to look at the man you’re avoiding.

“do you know that guy?” he asks, purposely blocking the creep’s view of you.

taking notice of his actions, you give him a grateful smile. “not really,” you sigh. “he always tries to talk to me when i’m here.”

he nods. “i’m johnny, by the way.” he extends his hand and you quickly grab it, introducing yourself to him as well. “are you planning on doing a set, too?”

“i was, but considering that guy is lingering, i might just leave after this.”

“i can stay until you’re done, i don’t think it’s fair you have to leave because of that loser.”

“would you really?” your eyes light up the offer, causing johnny to smile. “what about your friend? would they mind?”

johnny chuckles. “i came alone. i noticed how uncomfortable that guy was making you and thought that he’d leave you alone if you were busy,” he turns to see the guy still waiting around. “but he clearly isn’t.”

“that’s nice of you, thank you. i’ll gladly take your offer, if you don’t mind.”

he nods, a small chuckle part his lips. taking his position to continue his workout, you place yourself near the barbell and your hands carefully hover over his movements as he lifts the bar with the weight plates attached to the ends of the bar. he does it with ease, easily impressing you.

when he’s done, he helps you finish your workout in return. he occasionally blocks your view from the creep, who shamelessly tries to get a better view of you from different angles. when he gets uncomfortably close, you see johnny’s frustration spill over.

“can we help you?” he snaps, eyes narrowing at the persistent pervert who just can’t seem to leave you alone. “if not, fuck off.”

“i just want to talk to her.”

“no, not a fucking chance.” johnny retorts, towering over the incessantly bothersome man.

you sit up, watching as johnny continues to block you from view. a worker takes notice of the commotion and quickly defuses the situation, escorting the gym creep out the door.

you thank the man you met that night. “you really didn’t have to, but i appreciate it a lot.” grabbing your gym bag, johnny does the same, following you out the front doors.

"did you drive here?" he asks, looking around. "i can walk you to your car, if you'd like."

you pause for a moment before taking up his offer. “seriously, thank you for tonight,” you let out turning to the tall man next to you as you both walk to your car.

he smiles, the street lights illuminating his tired features. “do you come here a lot?” he asks, hand gripping tighter on the strap of his gym bag.

you nod. “all the time,” you giggle before you stop in front of your car.

johnny’s mind tugs back and forth, debating on asking what he wants to ask you but a few seconds later, he clears his throat. “where’s your phone?”

you pull your phone out of the front pockets of your gym bag, looking at johnny in confusion.

without a word, he quickly airdrops his number with you.

“if you need someone to come with you to the gym or if you’re wondering if i’ll be there, feel free to text me.” he pauses. “just in case, y’know?”

your heart swells with joy, although you try to hide it with a kind smile. you don’t protest.

that’s how it started.

since that night, you’ve been going to the gym with johnny. the men who hit on you slowly dwindle to the occasional one or two guys who quickly leave you alone when they notice you’re with johnny.

after every work out, johnny walks you to your car without fail.

tonight you notice his demeanor change ever so slightly, almost as if something is weighing heavy on his mind.

“are you okay?” you ask, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

“yeah,” he forces a smile. “i’m fine.”

you stop in your tracks. “are you sure? did i do something wrong?”

johnny lets out a small laugh. “no, not at all.” sharply inhaling, he pulls you aside. “i’ve been wanting to ask you something.”

“sure.”

“please forgive me if i have my wires cross,” his voice trembles a bit. “i’ve been really enjoying coming here with you and the texts here and there.”

your body fills with anxiety — your heart races and you begin to lightly pick at your nails, unsure of where he’s going with this conversation.

“i was thinking, if you’re okay with it, maybe we could hang out outside of the gym.” johnny avoids eye contact, something you’ve noticed he rarely does.

a breath of relief leaves you. “like a friend hang out or a date?” you ask.

“i was hoping for more of a date,” he clears his throat. “but if you don’t want that, i get it. we can just hang out as friends. that’s totally fine.”

“when and what time?”

“tomorrow night? how does 7 sound?” he takes his bottom lip between his teeth, something you notice he does a lot.

you grin up at him, heart fluttering with happiness. “it’s a date.”

[aquarius-johnny]

“moments of desire”

𝜗𝜚 au: roommates to lovers, friends to lovers 𝜗𝜚 warnings: suggestive, fluff, alcohol mention 𝜗𝜚 summary: you don’t mean to hook up with your roommate, it just happens. 𝜗𝜚 aimee’s thoughts 💭 : i’ve been feeling very soft for johnny lately. honestly debating on making separate fics for each moment.

m.list navi 𝜗𝜚 rm!johnny m.list

hooking up with your roommate, johnny, was something you didn’t mean to happen.

sure, you’ve thought about it. yes, you had a secret desire to see what it would be like. but no, you never thought it would actually happen.

— the first time wasn’t your fault.

during a painfully juvenile game of spin the bottle with yours and johnny’s closest friends, the bottle that johnny spins lands on you. an eruption of oh’s and ah’s followed by alcohol induced giggles fill the room.

“we don’t need to do this, i can spin again.” he reassures, leaning forward to grab the bottle.

“oh come on,” your best friend interjects. “we’ve all kissed our roommates and friends at one point in our lives, right?”

while you know that statement is full of shit, everyone in the room agrees out of spite of you and johnny.

“it’s okay,” you tell him, grabbing his hand and resting it on your knee. “what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

your lips press against his. his body stiffens in surprise before it relaxes again when you move your lips, inviting him to do the same.

after everyone leaves that night, you and johnny look at each other — tension between the two of you so palpable and raw, it only takes seconds for both of you jump down each other’s throat.

your mind races as johnny pins you against the wall — his hands roaming and groping every possible part of your body before you both stumble into your bedroom, ripping each other’s clothes off and leaving a visible trail of your first night together.

— the second time happened to help him.

you quietly wake johnny from his slumber with a pillow and blanket in your arms in the middle of the night.

“i can’t sleep,” you tell him.

without a second thought, he shifts his body to give you space to slide into his bed — his eyes half lidded and his mind groggy.

you kiss the tip of his nose as a silent thank you before his arm slings over your waist and the other cups the back of your head, pulling you closer into his embrace before humming in satisfaction.

when you’re woken by the sun rays shining through his bedroom window, you feel johnny’s morning erection press against your abdomen as he peacefully sleeps.

“johnny,” you whisper, gently rubbing the arm that’s still slung over your waist.

his eyes flutter open with a sleepily smile appearing at the sight of you.

you look down at his hard member and his eyes follows your movements.

“do you need help with that?” you ask innocently, your gaze meeting his.

he shyly nods.

— the third time was purely your roommate’s fault.

you’re designated to wash dishes since johnny made dinner that night.

you feel a set of strong arms wrap around your waist and johnny nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck — inhaling the scent of your favorite perfume.

“need something?” you giggle, suds forming as you wash the porcelain dishes.

“i need you.” desperation intertwined with his words. the palm of his hands rub against your stomach before his fingers clamp down on your waist. “i’ll do the dishes afterwards,” he offers.

removing the gloves you have on, you turn to face your needy roommate who captures your lips with his before you could protest.

you smile against his lips as johnny lifts you onto the kitchen counter.

“right here?” you question, pulling away from him.

“right here,” he replies with conviction, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it onto the kitchen floor.

— this time, you’re stumbling into your shared apartment with your lips locked onto johnny’s.

your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer into you as you possibly can.

his large hands roam against your body frantically, sliding against every inch and crevice your body offers as if it’s he's feeling you for the first time all over again.

“i love you,” he mutters between kisses. the moment he realizes what he said, his eyes widen in shock, stuttering and stammering over his words.

you giggle. “is that the alcohol talking?” you ask, stroking the back of his hair to comfort him.

he pauses for a moment, his gaze flickering between your eyes. he softens for a moment, mind shuffling through memories you two share — always returning to the moment he realized he fell for you.

“no, it’s not.” he lets out. “i love you,” he repeats. “more than you’ll ever know.”

[aquarius-johnny]

roaming the aisles up and down in search for roommate!johnny’s favorite sauce he uses in everything me makes.

“so what does it look like again?” you ask, phone pressed to your ear as you kneel down to search the bottom shelf.

he describes the bottle’s appearance in full detail, your eyes moving back and forth multiple times over the sauces available to make sure you didn’t skim past it.

“if you can’t find it, it’s okay, i can make something else.” he lets out, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“and miss out on one of the best dishes you make? absolutely not,” you reply, standing up. “i’ll find it even if it means going to another store.”

“you don’t have to,” johnny laughs.

“i want to.” you protest. “plus, i was hoping you’d make that pasta i really enjoy sometime this week.” a huge smile is plastered across your face as you speak, knowing he couldn’t say no to you.

“if you find it, sure.”

“alright, i’ll let you know when i do.” you catch the attention of an employee who makes her way towards you. “see you when i get home. love you.” the words rolled off your tongue naturally and with ease before you hang up without a second thought.

you ask the employee if they have the sauce in stock and to your surprise, they did, they just didn’t put it on the shelf. she kindly makes her way towards the back room to get the merchandise for you.

the employee returns with the sauce bottle and you profusely thank her. you send johnny a photo with a text that reads: they had it! on my way back.

a few seconds later, you receive two messages.

johnny: great! see you when you get home johnny: looooove youuuuuu 🤭

your brows knit together in confusion. “love you?” you whisper to yourself. “oh fuck.” you finally realize what you said to your roommate. your cheeks flush with heat, embarrassment flooding you.

he’s never going to let you live that down.

[aquarius-johnny]

a deep, frustrated groan escapes your lips as you reread your essay for the billionth time that night, typing and deleting your revisions. you’re exhausted, and frankly, you’re seconds away from throwing your computer across the room.

you hear your phone’s text tone, turning your attention to it.

roommate!johnny sends you a text: you’ve been at that paper for 3 hours now, take a break and watch a movie with me.

you ponder the offer. another text coming through, catching your attention once more.

roommate!johnny: i’m not taking no for an answer btw.

you roll your eyes reading his double texts before a grin creeps onto your face. you’re utterly grateful to have an opportunity to finally take a break because you knew if it weren’t for your roommate, you’d be on the floor crying from the stress.

you save your work and shut down your computer before grabbing your blanket off your bed and making your way to johnny’s bedroom down the hall.

“what’re we watching?” you ask, entering his tidy bedroom and watching as he pats the empty space next to him on his bed.

“scream,” he grins proudly. “i know how much you love ghostface.”

he offers you the bowl of popcorn as you seat yourself next to him, his pillow on your lap and your blanket draped over your shoulders.

“are you all done with your -”

he smoothly cuts you off with his index finger pressed to your lips, earning a smile from you.

“ah, no talking about coursework during the movie.”

“but the movie hasn’t even started yet!” you protest, gently moving his hand from your lips.

without another word, he starts the movie and turns off his bed side lamp. the room is pitch black before the tv screen illuminates his entire bedroom.

“thanks, johnny.” you whisper.

“for what?” he whispers back, eyes glued to the screen.

“for being the best roommate i could ever ask for.”

you see his face flush a light red after hearing your words. “anything for you.” he smiles before playfully nudging you in the arm.

[aquarius-johnny]

johnny suh m.list: fluff ❀

check out my other work! → m.list navi all posts for easy scrolling → #js:fluff note: (m) indicates mature content

one-shots ─ stand alone stories (oldest → newest)

⌯⌲ thank you 

an intense and heated argument between Johnny and his ex, makes him appreciate your relationship with his son even more. 

⌯⌲ merry christmas

you don’t really care for the holiday season, but johnny was absolutely in love with it, so he made it his mission to make the holidays special.

⌯⌲ family affair 

johnny asks you to meet him to tell you something he’s been hiding from you. 

⌯⌲ in the moment

amidst Johnny’s incredibly hectic schedule, he finds time to see you to ensure that you know he still loves you.

⌯⌲ blind dates

your parents’ paranoia and panic set in when they realize you weren’t settling down which causes them to line up a few blind dates. little do they know, you already had someone waiting for you.

⌯⌲ coffeehouse

johnny is infatuated with you, a stranger he saw at the coffee shop.

⌯⌲ plan c 

although traumatized by a painful past, you tell johnny you’re pregnant and he’s nothing but excited to be a daddy.

⌯⌲ confidence is key

filled with insecurity and doubt about every aspect of yourself, johnny makes sure you know where he stands with the parts you absolutely dislike.

⌯⌲ playing nurse

johnny is sick and wants you to come over and take care of him.

⌯⌲ love, johnny

johnny uses playlists as a way to tell you he loves you.

⌯⌲ father’s day surprise

this particular father’s day is a lot more special because you decide to tell johnny he’s going to be a father. 

⌯⌲ final call

nct night night is back and in full swing and everyone is excited, except your 3-year-old daughter who just can’t seem to let her dad go.

disconnected

In a world lost to screens and noise, Johnny leads you away — no phones, no distractions — just a quiet night beneath the stars. In the stillness, hearts speak, secrets unfold, and a whispered “I love you” turns an ordinary evening into forever.

⌯⌲ we’re just friends, right? (m)

friends don’t really look at each other the way you two do, right?

⌯⌲ tats & tulips (m)

a love story between an ‘intimidating’ tattoo artist and the ‘preppy’ florist who just so happens to have their shops next to each other.

⌯⌲ tattoos before bedtime (new)

johnny has a hard time saying no to his daughter, especially when she insists on putting temporary tattoos on him.

semi-serial one shots ─ stories with sequels (oldest → newest)

⌯⌲ confessions ─ two parts total

confessions → it’s been four years since you’ve seen your neighbor, johnny. when he returns from university, after graduating in the winter, you realize he’s no longer the boy next door you remembered. give me a reason → johnny finds out you know about his confession, but not in the way he was hoping.

⌯⌲ seasons of love ─ two parts total

seasons of love (m) → moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. seasons of marriage (m) → coming soon

mini-one shots → all fluffy mini one-shots

word count: 300 to 1k mini stories that still wraps everything up

drabbles → all fluffy drabbles

word count: 200 or less tiny, bite-sized stories, that’s super short but still packs a punch

blurbs → all fluffy blurbs

word count: 50 or less cute lil what if ideas and thoughts

💭: i wanted to condense the post and properly label the types of stories. mini-one shots, drabbles, and blurbs are simply linked through the tagging system while fleshed out stories have individual links.

[aquarius-johnny]

johnny suh m.list: fluff (two) ❀

all the fluff content couldn’t fit in one post | check out my other work! → m.list navi

all posts for easy scrolling → #js:fluff 

(m) indicates mature content | individual links below:

one-shots:

⌯⌲ we’re just friends, right?

friends don’t really look at each other the way you two do, right?

⌯⌲ moments of desire

you don’t mean to hook up with your roommate, it just happens.

⌯⌲ seasons of love (m)

moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app.

⌯⌲ tats & tulips (m)

a love story between an ‘intimidating’ tattoo artist and the ‘preppy’ florist who just so happens to have their shops next to each other.

⌯⌲ tattoos before bedtime (new)

johnny has a hard time saying no to his daughter, especially when she insists on putting temporary tattoos on him.

blurbs:

✦ more coming soon

drabbles:

✦ roaming the aisle up and down… ✦ reps and romance ✦ oh, lucky me!

[aquarius-johnny]

"seasons of love" | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: fluff, smut | wc: 10.7k | au: strangers to lovers 𝜗𝜚 pairing: johnny suh x afab! reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: dom! johnny, big dick johnny (hehe), mentions of alcohol, phone sex, exchanging of sexual pictures, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (m + f receiving), spanking, fingering, multiple orgasms, talking through it, praising, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, pet names (baby, pretty, pretty girl, my girl, honey), reader's bestie's has a name for writing purposes, mentions of other members (mark, doyoung, yuta), it's intentional that johnny always greets the reader with 'hey baby' 𝜗𝜚 summary: moments of love throughout the seasons with a boy you met on a dating app. 𝜗𝜚 aimee's thoughts 💭 : i tried to edit this to bring it down to at least 8k, but the smut scenes kept pushing up the word count, but those of you who read it, i hope you enjoy! feel free to send me your thoughts!

check out my other work! → m.list navi

── Winter

[Thursday, 6:20 PM]

💌 Johnny: I don’t believe in love at first sight, but you have me considering love at first swipe.

That’s the first message Johnny sends you when you match with him on some random dating app your best friend begged you to get on to find someone to spice up the boring routine of your everyday life.

Your thumbs hover over your phone’s keyboard, chewing on your bottom lip as you think of a reply only to have another message come in.

💌 Johnny: Wait, that might be too forward. Maybe this will work instead: 💌 Johnny: My mom told me not to talk to strangers online, but I’ll make an exception for you. 

You shake your head as you playfully roll your eyes at his messages, a smile tugging on the corners of your mouth.

You: Yeah, that works a lot better. You should open up with that line from now on. 

You reply, anxiously waiting for his response as you swipe through the profile of the attractive man you’re surprised you matched with. 

💌 Johnny: Can’t. I’m not a fan of using the same line on multiple people, so I hate to break it to you, but that line is for you and only you.

You: Oh? Mind if I use that line, too? You’re smooth with your words.

💌 Johnny: But it’s for you and only you :( What if it gets you someone else? That’s not fair! 💌 Johnny: Also thanks, I’m only smooth through messages though. Flirting with people irl makes me nervous.

You: Really? You don’t strike me as someone who gets nervous around people.

💌 Johnny: And you don’t strike me as someone to be on a filthy dating app like this.

You: Filthy? But you’re here, too.

💌 Johnny: I’ve been here for months now and I can say with confidence, you and me? We’re the exception.

You: Striking out?

💌 Johnny: Left and right :(  💌 Johnny: It's not me, I swear!

You: What else could it be?

💌 Johnny: Maybe the universe had its plans for me to meet you. I mean, we’re here now, right?

You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling a sensation of flutters in your stomach that you haven’t felt in a very long time. Looking down at your phone, you see another message pop up.

💌 Johnny: I’ll lay off the flirtatious comments, it’s going to lose its effect if I keep going and we don’t want that.  💌 Johnny: Sooo…how was your day?

You let out a small laugh, typing out your response. As you lay in bed messaging this stranger back for what felt like hours, you learn he’s born and raised in Chicago, he’s an only child, currently works at a startup company that focuses on coding education for students, his last relationship ended nearly a year and a half ago, and he has great music taste. He even shares his favorite songs with you — sending you a link to his Spotify profile to check out some of his created playlists. 

You share bits of yourself, somehow feeling a bit mundane compared to the man you’re talking to. 

💌 Johnny: So genuinely asking, why’d you jump on this app? I figure you don’t have a hard time meeting people in real life.

You: My friend told me to download this “filthy app” to spice up my boring routine. It's easier to meet people online nowadays, I suppose. You: What about you? You seem extroverted enough to meet people in real life, and you’re not hard to look at, so what’s the catch?

💌 Johnny: Not hard to look at? Did you just call me good looking without actually saying it? That’s cute.  💌 Johnny: You’re cute, too. 💌 Johnny: But like yourself, I find it’s easier to meet people online. I can think of what to say before I send it whereas I’d probably be stumbling over my words in person.

You: Mr. Smooth Talker stumbling over his words? Can’t see that happening at all.

💌 Johnny: Why don’t we meet and you can find out?

You: Not comfortable with that, yet. After all, I just met you. How do I know you’re not a killer?

💌 Johnny: Fair enough, I don’t know if you’re a killer, too, so I’ll wait. 

You: Might be a while. I’m a painfully busy girl these days.

💌 Johnny: As long as you’re willing to respond, I’ll wait however long I need to.  💌 Johnny: After all, the universe brought us together and we don’t want to disappoint the universe, right?

[Tuesday, 10:06 AM]

It’s been a couple of weeks since matching with Johnny and you both have been in constant contact with each other every day – the only time there’s a break in communication is during work hours, but even then you both find yourselves opening the app to send a quick message to each other. 

Although you normally would be messaging outside of the app with the rate you’re going back and forth at this point, you don’t mind. While a small part of you feels maybe this is his way of keeping you at a distance, you convince yourself this is purely getting to know him – not worrying about whether or not you’ll be getting a relationship out of it. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about him more than you should and it certainly doesn’t prevent you from wondering if he’s thinking about you as much as you did him.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you hear your best friend and co–worker, Yuri, call out your name before giving a gentle nudge to your arm. When you look at her, she’s looking back at you suspiciously – noting your lack of attentiveness these past few days.

“What’s been distracting you these days?” She asks, twirling her favorite pen between her fingers. “It’s not like you to be daydreaming during work.” 

You apologize, slightly shaking your head as if it’ll refocus your train of thought. “You were saying something about lunch?” 

“Yeah, think you can come with me to that cute coffee shop?” She lowers her voice before continuing, ensuring no one hears her next sentences. “I need fuel for this stupid project.” She rolls her eyes before letting out a huff. “I don’t know what the hell the boss was thinking, assigning a five person project to two people, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a rough couple of months.” 

“Good idea,” you nod, clearly distracted as you see your phone screen light up with a notification from Johnny. You’re tempted to open it, but you flip your phone over instead, sharply inhaling to refocus on your task at hand.

“So,” Yuri drawls. “Who’d you meet on the app that has you acting like this?”

You turn your attention to Yuri – tilting your head and knitting your brows together in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” As you try to bite back a smile, Yuri notices you shying away from her. 

“Oh come on,” she rolls her eyes, shifting in her seat. “You came in with your eyes glued to your phone, your phone screen is lighting up like crazy with notifications, and you’re seriously distracted.” She sends you a devilish grin, reading you like a book. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love.” 

“Not in love,” you quickly clarify as you begin to jot down a priority list for the project that was assigned last week. “But if you must know, yes, I did meet someone.”

Yuri’s eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, clearly surprised you’re actually giving someone your time which isn’t something you did since your last relationship that ended two years prior. Yuri stands from her computer chair, quickly gathering some of her work essentials. “Come on,” she lets out, softly hitting you in the arm to grab your attention. “Let’s go to the meeting room to work on our project and you can tell me everything about this guy.”

Upon entering the meeting room, Yuri shuts the glass door and flips the sign on the door to “in use” before pulling some of the blinds down halfway to prevent onlookers who walk past the floor to ceiling windows.

“Tell me everything.” She squeals, pulling a seat next to you. “Do not leave anything out.”

You sharply inhale, bracing yourself to tell your best friend everything you know about Johnny. As you share, her face lights up as she listens to you talk about this mystery guy which in return causes your face to heat up from excitement and embarrassment at the same time.

“Pictures! Show me pictures.” Yuri smiles widely.

You pull up his dating profile and you hand your phone over to her. The first picture already has her gushing. “Oh, he’s cute! Like really cute.” When she reaches the end of his photos, she lets out a small, disappointed sigh, wanting to see more. “Have you two met in person yet?” She asks, handing your phone back to you. 

You shake your head, puffing your cheeks. “We haven’t had the time to,” you sigh. “Plus, I’ve been kinda putting it off.”

“And why is that?” Yuri’s brows furrow, almost disappointed in your actions — or lack thereof.

“It’s easier to communicate over the phone.” You defend, crossing your arms. “Plus, meeting in person feels so serious. I’m enjoying getting to know him.”

Yuri nods in understanding. “Well,” she deeply inhales before stretching her arms over her head. “At least you know he’s not in it for a hookup, that’s for sure.”

“Wait, how do you know that?”

“I don’t think he’d be messaging you after you rejected seeing him the first time, especially for this long. A guy like him doesn’t need to play the long game to get laid, either. Regardless, there’s definitely something about you that’s keeping his attention, that’s for sure.”

[Tuesday, 11:47 AM]

As you’re waiting in line to place your order, you finally check your phone to check the messages from Johnny that you missed before lunch. The beating of your heart accelerates causing your hands to lightly tremble as you unlock your phone, almost nervous to see what he has to say to you but your nerves begin to settle when your eyes quickly scan over his words, causing you to smile at your phone.

💌 Johnny: Hey, I hope you’re having a great day so far! 💌 Johnny: I fed this stray cat on my way back to work and it followed me all the way to the building. I think it thinks I’m its dad, now. 💌 Johnny: Btw, if I asked for your number, would you freak out?

You: I guess you’re a cat dad, now. Congrats! You: Also, no, I wouldn’t freak out. Do you want my number?

Before you could slide your phone into your pocket, you feel it vibrate in your hand.

💌 Johnny: Yes I want your number 💌 Johnny: If you don’t mind 💌 Johnny: Please :)

[Wednesday, 6:19 PM]

As you’re laying in bed, your phone lights up with a message from Johnny. It’s been like this for a month and a half — waking up to a good morning text, constantly texting throughout the day, and ending the night with a good night text. 

💌 Johnny: I was wondering something.

You: Yeah?

💌 Johnny: We’ve been texting for almost two months now, right? When do you think I can hear your voice? 💌 Johnny: Not that I don’t enjoy texting, I do! I’m just curious to know what you sound like.

You: Why don’t you call me and find out?

Within seconds, your phone lights up with his name popping up on your screen. You feel your heart nearly jump out of your chest while your stomach feels like it’s doing a hundred cartwheels at once as you read his name on your screen. Heat rushes under your skin before you finally answer.

“Hey!” You greet eagerly before you silently curse yourself, thinking you sound too enthusiastic for the first greeting.

“Hey,” Johnny giggles on the other line. “It’s great to finally hear your voice.” 

“Yeah, it’s great to hear yours too.” You bite down on your bottom lip, internally squealing as you speak to him. “How are you?”

“Better, now that I get to hear you.” 

“Do I sound like what you expected?” You softly question, pulling your knees to your chest after sitting up in bed – clearly too excited to be casually laying down.

“I don’t think I had any expectations,” Johnny laughs. “But somehow your voice is better than I imagined.” He happily sighs. “What about me? Do I sound like what you thought I would sound like?”

“I don’t think I thought about it as much as you have, but I like it.” You pause for a second. “Your voice, I mean.” 

“Yeah, I like yours, too.” You could sense a smile on his face before he clears his throat. “So, how was your day?”

── Spring

[Monday, 6:50 PM]

You slump onto your bed, your head pounding with a headache that creeped in around two in the afternoon and settling itself in the crevices of your skull. You’re swamped at work and the only thing you’ve been looking forward to these days is talking to Johnny. However, tonight is filled with disappointment when you find out he’ll be at his friend’s house for a small get-together for the night — earning a groan from you knowing you most likely won’t hear his voice before bed when you’ve gotten so accustomed to it. 

💌 Johnny: If you need me, just call me.  💌 Johnny: I promise I’ll answer :)

You smile at his text before tossing your phone onto your bed. Hopping into the shower, you hoped that the steam would somehow alleviate your throbbing head only for it to still be there when you got out. Getting ready for bed, you check your phone to see Johnny sent you a picture of him and his friends playing a game of monopoly with the attached text: wish you were here. 

Before you could respond, Yuri’s contact photo fills your screen, pulling your attention towards her instead. 

“Hey!” She greets. “Sorry to talk about work, but it’ll be quick!”

Sitting on the foot of your bed with a towel wrapped around your body, you let out a quiet sigh to brace yourself. “Sure, what’s up?” You let out, yawning from the mental fatigue you’ve been feeling the past week.

“You don’t sound too well,” Yuri comments, hearing ruffling from her side — assuming she’s opening a bag of her favorite snack. 

“I have this horrible headache that water and meds can’t seem to get rid of,” you pout and groan, falling back into your bed, phone situated against your ear.

“Why don’t you call Johnny,” she teases. “I heard an orgasm can fix a lot of things. Maybe it can relieve that headache of yours?”

“Ha ha,” you dryly retort. “I still haven’t met him in person and even if I did, he’s hanging out with friends tonight.” 

“Okay, so get him on the phone for phone sex?” Yuri advises nonchalantly. “Nothing’s hotter than sneaking away in the bathroom to hear moans on the other end of the phone.” 

“You sound like you’re talking from experience,” you laugh before you hear the crunch of a snack on her end of the call.

“It’s the thrill that keeps me going in life,” she giggles. “Get some sleep, I’ll just talk to you tomorrow about the project. You, my friend, are in desperate need of a good night’s rest. Nighty night!”

Pondering the thought for a moment, your thumb hovers over Johnny’s number in your phone. You look at yourself in your full length mirror placed in front of your bed. It can’t hurt, right? 

Settling on the thought of ‘just do it,’ you begin fluffing the pillows against your headboard before positioning yourself with your back pressed against your pillows and in view of the mirror. You unwrap the towel around your body, open the camera app on your phone – ensuring your face is blocked, spread open your thighs, and capture a shot of your reflection.

Without a second thought, you’re opening your messaging app and attaching the photo to the message thread you have with Johnny — adding the text: wish you were here, too before you impulsively hit send. 

Your heart races — the adrenaline from doing something you find to be incredibly risky and something you’ve never dared to do before. You see the little notification that indicates Johnny has opened the text, causing you to throw your phone across your bed, almost afraid to see what he’s about to say. Two messages come in before you cautiously grab your phone to read them.

💌 Johnny: Hey, um, did you mean to send me that? 💌 Johnny: I can delete it if it was a mistake

You: Not a mistake but if you don’t like it, feel free to delete it 

Your heart pounds against your chest and your mouth goes dry in anticipation. A wave of regret suddenly washes over you and you begin to type out an apology text to Johnny – something along the lines of not blaming him if he never wanted to speak to you again. You’re about to send it until another text from him pops up.

💌 Johnny: Can I call you, please? 

Quickly erasing the previously typed out message, you respond with a simple yes. Within seconds, you have your phone pressed to your ear.

“Hey,” you softly greet.

“Hey.” His voice is hushed, but you hear a faint echo as he speaks, indicating he’s in the bathroom. “What’s up with that picture you sent?”

“You don’t like it,” you sigh. “I’m so sorry, I -”

“I didn’t say that,” he chuckles softly. “The total opposite, actually. Just wondering why all of a sudden.”

“I have a headache that won’t go away and I heard an orgasm would help relieve it.” Your voice is so timid and shy, Johnny can’t help but find it cute.

“I can help you with that, for sure.” He breathily responds. “Hold on real quick.” 

You hum, cunt dripping with excitement. Your mind races at the realization that Johnny was absolutely down for this just as much as you are. Your phone vibrates against your ear, seeing a photo attachment pops up.

“I sent you a little inspirational photo,” Johnny whispers. “In case you need to imagine what you’re working with.” 

You open the message, letting out a loud, surprised gasp at the picture he sent. “T-that’s not little,” you stutter, staring at the photo of his cock he sent you — his lengthy shaft is mouth watering as your eyes follow the protruding veins that run from the base of his cock to his redden mushroom tip that’s clearly leaking clear and thick precum. 

“Do you like it?” Johnny lets out an amused laugh at your reaction.

“Love it,” you breathe; breath shakier than expected.

“Touch yourself for me,” he instructs. “Let’s make you feel better, hm?” 

“Mm,” you softly let out. You place him on speaker and lay your phone against your chest before you lick your index and middle finger and begin tracing circles around your excited clit, letting out soft moans into your phone. 

“That’s it, baby.” He coos. “I wanna make you feel good, you wouldn’t have to do a thing if I was there with you.” Johnny’s hand slicks up and down, trying to muffle the noises he desperately wants to let out. 

You softly groan. “What would you do to me?” Your voice sends shivers down his spine — so soft and sweet, it’s driving him crazy. 

“Everything,” he sharply inhales. “I’d eat my baby out so well, you’ll forget how to speak. I’d fuck you so good, you’ll be craving it all the time. Everything you want me to do, baby I’ll do it for you.” He groans, his fist tightening around his hardened shaft.

You giggle, dipping your fingers into your cunt. “I wish my fingers were yours instead,” you pout. “I bet you would make me cum on your fingers alone.”

“Tell me how it feels inside of you,” he begs, jaw slacking open, his mind running wild with sinful thoughts of you. 

“It’s soft, warm, and really really wet,” you smile. “I think it’d be a perfect time for you to slide inside of me. You’re so big and I just know you’ll stretch me so well.”

“Fuck,” Johnny mumbles under his breath, imagining himself bottoming out inside of you. “I wanna make you cum all night,” he whispers, voice hitching. “I wanna make you feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Can we make that a promise?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Mhm,” he smiles. “I promise,.”

You rub yourself quickly, your moans bouncing off your bedroom walls mixing with the muffled sounds of Johnny’s pleas. “Faster,” you whimper. “I want you to fuck me faster.”

Johnny speeds up his pace, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle his groans from his friends. His breath quivers and a soft, desperate whimper parts his lips. You match Johnny’s pace.

Neither of you speak – only allowing the frenzied noises that escape your lips to talk for both of you. 

“Baby,” you whine. “I’m gonna cum.” 

“Me too,” he grunts. “Fuck, wish you could cum all over my cock. I wanna feel that pretty pussy tighten around me.”

His words give you that small push to your orgasm, crying out as you ride out your high, fingers rapidly rubbing over your clit as your mind flashes the photo of Johnny sent you, imagining him release inside of you.

The raunchy noises you make send Johnny over the edge. He bites down on his bottom lip and a strangled groan is heard. Strings of thick, hot ropes paint his blushed cock, shaft twitching as he closes his eyes, his mind imagining filling you up with his creamy essence. 

You lift your phone to record a video as Johnny gathers his thoughts before quickly cleaning himself up. Opening your front facing camera, you keep your lower half of your face in frame as you bring your two digits to your mouth, sucking off the remnants of your release. You hit send and wait for him to open it. 

“Your lips are so perfect.” Johnny gives you an entertained chuckle. “I’d love to see them wrapped around my cock.” He sighs, imagining the sight. “How’s your headache, by the way?”

“It’s gone now. Thank you for helping me,” you sigh in pleasure. 

“Anytime,” he smiles against his phone. “Anytime you need to do that again, call me.” 

“I will,” you giggle.

[Friday, 8:30 PM]

“How’s work going?” You ask Johnny, cuddling into your pillow. 

“It’s going well. We’re working on getting some people on this project to build a kid-friendly coding software where kids as young as five can learn how to code in schools.” He pauses, taking a sip of his drink. “We’re hoping that it’ll build interest at a young age. But enough about me, how’s work going for you, baby?” 

Your body never fails to react when he calls you the pet name he settled on. “It’s been hectic,” you yawn. “The project Yuri and I have been assigned to isn’t the easiest to balance when the workload we usually get is the same.” 

“I’m sorry, I wish I could do something to help,” he pouts sympathetically. “Is there anything I can do to help ease your stress?”

“Give me some of your ability to be extroverted for the duration of this project,” you weakly laugh. “I hate having to talk to people and the fact we have to present our ideas to higher ups constantly nearly sends me into a breakdown every time. I applied for this job because it didn’t involve a lot of contact with people, but our boss clearly has another direction he wants to take the company.” 

“Not much of a talker? That’s hard to believe with how much you talk my ear off every day,” he jokingly remarks.

“Guess I have a soft spot for you,” you hum, heart swelling with love for the guy on the other line. 

“Good,” he smiles. “I like talking to you. I actually find myself missing your voice every day. Sometimes I think my only motivation to get through the day is being able to hear you before bed every night.”

“Missing my voice? But you said you hear it every night.” You shift in your bed, giggling at Johnny’s words. 

“I know, but that doesn't mean I don’t miss it when we hang up,” he tiredly chuckles, clearing his throat. “I guess that means I like you a lot, huh?”

Your heart skips a beat, feeling your entire body heat up at his confession. 

“I guess it does,” you sigh with a smile. “But it’s okay because I like you a lot, too.” 

[Thursday, 6:30 PM]

“We should head home,” Yuri yawns, tugging on your office chair as she tries to pry you away from your computer. “There’s no point in staying here if we’re not getting overtime.”

Rubbing your temples, you stand from your chair. The office you’ve been in since eight in the morning is now dimly lit — the lights of busy businesses lined on the strip of your office building illuminate through the floor to ceiling windows. Only a handful of employees tapping away on their computer’s keyboard, trying to finish up the overwhelming amount of work they’re drowning in. 

You grab your belongings before walking with Yuri to the building’s parking garage and to your car. You tiredly wave goodbye to her and check your phone to find a couple of worried messages from Johnny.

💌 Johnny: Good morning, baby! I hope you have a great day today. 💌 Johnny: I miss you, work is a drag :( 💌 Johnny: Getting lunch with a few of my co-workers. I hope your day is going well. Enjoy your lunch! 💌 Johnny: Are you okay? Haven’t heard from you at all today.  💌 Johnny: Baby? I’m seriously getting worried. Is something wrong? 💌 Johnny: Text me when you’re done with work, please.

As you warm up your car, you send a quick message to Johnny.

You: I’m sorry, today was absolute shit. Yuri and I needed to stay back but I’m leaving the office now. I’m sorry I didn’t text you today :( I didn’t have a minute to myself, but I’ll call you when I get home.

When you’re finally home, you throw your belongings to the side, desperate to finally have a moment of peace after a hectic day. You give Johnny a call, like you said you would. He answers after two rings, your mind finding a sense of peace once you hear his voice. 

“Hey baby,” he greets. “I missed you today.”

“Hi,” you softly let out. Your eyes begin to prickle and tears threaten to fall.

“Are you okay?” He asks concerned, voice so soft and sweet.

“No.” Your voice trembles as you let your tears fall before you let out a sniffle. “I’m really stressed.”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, pretty.” 

Your complaints begin to spill out of you, tears staining your cheeks as your frustration grows. Johnny stays quiet, offering the occasional hum to let you know he’s still there and that he’s listening to you. He attempts to find comforting words, but you find yourself yearning for physical comfort — sick and tired of being alone every night when you could be with him instead. 

“Johnny?” You whisper weakly. 

“Hm?”

“Can I come over?” You ask, tired and exhausted.

“Come over…like to my place?”

“Mhm. You live in the city right? It shouldn’t be too far from where I am, I can probably drive there.”

“Are you sure?” His words intertwined with deep concern. “You sound pretty tired, baby. I can pick you up, instead.”

“I can drive,” you smile weakly. “I promise I’ll drive safely.”

After some convincing, Johnny sends you the address to his apartment building. You quickly wash up and dress comfortably before heading over. 

[Thursday, 7:30 PM]

As you carefully scan the apartment numbers, you stop in front of his door. Your nerves are sent into overdrive; part of you reconsidering suddenly meeting him at his apartment and wondering if you should turn around and leave, but you decide not to, considering how you longed to see Johnny. 

Lifting your hand, you knock on the door. You’re holding your breath in anticipation, waiting for Johnny to open it. You look down at your feet when you see the front door open, your eyes lifting to meet the tall man in front of you. You let out an exhale when you see the guy you’ve been talking to every night for months.

“Hey baby,” he smiles bashfully, lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck. “Come on in.” He extends his hand out for you to grab.

You take his hand and step inside, quickly removing your shoes. “Thanks for letting me come over,” you smile up at him, lightly tugging on his fingers.

Johnny pulls you into him, engulfing you in a warm embrace — you take note of his lingering cologne, a woody musk scent that makes you hum; etching the scent into your mind. His hand cups the back of your head, gently petting your hair to comfort you. “I’m glad you’re here, have you eaten yet?”

You shake your head, your cheek still pressed against his chest. “I didn’t have time to,” you sigh, basking in his warmth and embrace.

“Good,” he kisses the top of your head. “I just finished making dinner, we can eat together.”

During dinner, there wasn’t a moment of awkwardness and you silently thank him for taking the reins when it comes to the conversation. Johnny has a knack of making you feel comfortable in his presence. 

You appreciate how he listens intently, too — occasionally hooking his fingers with yours as you speak, causing you to stumble over your words when you’re aware of his touch.

“Cute,” he smirks amused by your timidness, bringing the back of your hand to his lips before giving your skin a soft and tender kiss. 

After dinner, you watch Johnny wash the dishes as you sit on the island counters behind him. 

“Do you need help?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. 

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s not too much and I’m almost done. Thanks though,” he grins. 

He quickly puts away the dishes before turning to you. His hands plant themselves on top the countertop on either side of you. “How’re you feeling?” He asks, gently pushing your hair behind your ear. “I know you weren’t feeling the best when you called earlier today.”

“Better,” you smile, resting your hands on the sides of Johnny’s neck, your thumbs idly rubbing against his soft cheeks. “Thanks. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I didn’t have you.”

You flicker between his eyes before your gaze falls onto his lips, noting the natural pout he has before it turns into a smirk — taking notice of you staring.

He slowly leans into you, one hand resting on your lower back and pulling your body closer to his. 

When Johnny’s lips meet yours, a spark in your stomach ignites and your heart swells tenfold after feeling his touch. 

“So much better than I could ever imagine,” he praises, earning a soft giggle from you before you capture his lips once more and deepening the kiss. He gently rolls his tongue over yours before taking your bottom lip between his teeth.

Your hands fall to his waist, pulling him close as Johnny’s hands caress the sides of your face, holding you in still. 

You’re both pulled out of the trance when you hear Johnny’s doorbell ring. 

You pull away from him, face flushed with heat and a light red tint covering Johnny’s cheeks. “Expecting visitors?” You ask, feeling Johnny’s thumb gently rubbing the exposed skin of your lower back. 

“No,” he shares, shaking his head. “Let’s just ignore it, maybe they’ll just go away.” He teases, mouthing the crook of your neck and tickling you in the process. 

A guy’s voice is heard calling out for Johnny which is followed by a pounding on his front door. “C’mon we know you’re in there! We saw your car parked downstairs!”

Johnny drops his head in disappointment upon realizing who it is, causing you to softly laugh at his reaction.

”It’s my friends,” he sighs. “Their timing is impeccable.” He sarcastically retorts, rolling his eyes before pushing himself away from you. 

You quickly hop off the counter top and grab your belongings before following him causing him to stop in his tracks. 

“Wait, you’re leaving already?” He asks, his voice dripping with disappointment. “I’ll tell them to leave.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay,” you rest your hand against his warm cheek, giving him a small smile. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to interrupt. They clearly want to hang out with you.”

Grabbing your hand, he shakes his head. “Please don’t leave,” he begs. “You just got here. I don’t wanna say goodbye yet.” 

“John!” His friends call out, rapidly knocking on his front door.

“Hold on!” He shouts back before turning his attention back to you, lowering his voice. “Stay the night, please? We won’t do anything but sleep, I promise.” 

“Baby,” you sigh. “I have work tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. You need to rest after today.”

“If I do, what about you?” You half heartedly giggle. “You’re gonna call in sick too?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiles. “We can have a rest day together.” 

Your brows lift in shock. “You’re serious?” 

“Yes,” he lets out. “I’ll quickly introduce you to my friends and then I’ll tell them to go home.” 

You stay quiet, contemplating his offer. While this isn’t something you’d normally do, it’s something you want.

“No,” you shake your head. “You don’t need to send them home.” 

Johnny’s heart quickly drops to the pit of his stomach and you note his change in emotion causing you to lace your fingers between his.

“They can stay and hang out with you. I’ll just,” you pause, scanning the room to look for something, anything, to do. “I’ll go lay down and you can join me when you’re done.”

Johnny’s eyes light up. “Y-you’ll stay?” He flashes an excited and toothy grin, squeezing your hand. 

“Yeah. It’s innocent, right?” You clarify.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself,” he promises. “But…”

“But?”

“I’m not letting you hide away in my bedroom.” 

He opens the front door. Two of his friends are about to greet him, only to be taken aback at the sight of you. He quickly introduces you to his friends — Mark and Doyoung.

“Be nice,” he warns them. “She’s hanging out with us tonight.”

── Summer

[Saturday, 9:40 PM]

Loud music blares from the speakers and the rooms fill with the chattering of drunken people. Low lights illuminate the walls throughout the house and the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol fills the crowded rooms. 

Johnny ensures you’re glued to his side, both of you choosing to stay sober for the night. Other people’s flirty glances towards Johnny don’t go unnoticed by you, but Johnny’s subtle gestures remind you he has eyes for you and only you. 

You find yourself leaning against a wall as Johnny whispers sweet nothings in your ear causing you to giggle like a teenager in love. One of your hands plays with the silver necklace dangling around Johnny’s neck while your other hand grips onto his broad shoulder. Johnny’s cages you between his body and the wall behind you, leaning in to press kisses on your cheek.

“Remember when we had phone sex for the first time?” You whisper in his ear. 

Johnny gives you a nod. “How can I forget?” He bites down on his bottom lip. 

“Can I see the picture you sent me, in person?” You ask, tugging on the waistband of his jeans, pulling his hip into yours. 

“Yeah, you definitely can.” He places an endearing kiss on your forehead.

“Think there’s a vacant room upstairs?”

“Let’s go find out,” he smiles, taking your hand in his before guiding you through the crowded steps. He jiggles each door knob to every room in sight to see if any of them are unlocked. To your surprise, a door opens and Johnny quickly pulls you in. 

Pressing you against the back of the bedroom door, his fingers quickly find its lock as he hungrily attacks your lips. Johnny’s large hands wander your body, groping every crevice before settling on your ass. He gives it a nice smack, earning him a playful yelp from you. 

You palm his hardening length through his jeans before pushing him towards the bed, the back of his knees hit the mattress and causes him to fall onto his back. Straddling his lap, the pads of his fingers harshly press into your hips — your jeans softening the pressure and potential bruises he’d leave otherwise. 

Johnny desperately guides your movements as you grind against his crotch before his fingers slowly begin to unbutton your jeans.

“Ah ah,” you snicker with a smirk, guiding his hands back to your hips. “This is about you tonight.” 

Johnny gulps, throat bobbing up and down as he swallows hard, lips slightly parting at your words. He watches as you sink to your knees between his legs.

You undo his jeans before hooking your fingers into his waistband to pull the fabric down his thighs. The sight of the large outline of his bulge that’s pressed against the dark colored fabric holding it back causes you to involuntarily tighten between your thighs.

Propping himself up, he watches as you palm his crotch before tugging on his underwear, releasing his cock from the fabric. It slaps against his abdomen and his mushroom tip ends right below his belly button.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of his thick and long length — licking your previous glossed lips and grabbing his heavy cock with your hand. 

“Definitely bigger than anything I’ve had before,” you comment right before licking a long strip from his balls to his tip before engulfing his cock head into your mouth. 

His jaw falls open, the warm feeling of your mouth sending shivers through his body. 

Sinking him further in your mouth, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag at the feeling before you realize you weren’t able to take all of him on your first try. 

Johnny realizes then proceeds to gently push down the top of your head, encouraging you to take more of him inside of you. 

You’re gagging on his length, tears brining your waterline before you blink, feeling them trail down your cheeks.

“There you go baby,” he coos, stroking the back of your head. “Taking all of me so well.” 

When you pull your head back, strings of saliva follow, causing you to smile up at him as you use your hand to pump him. 

“Promise me something,” you let out, rubbing circles against his sensitive tip with your thumb. 

“A-anything,” he swallows sharply, voice hitching at your touch. 

“When we fuck for the first time, whenever that may be,” you pause, letting pool of your spit fall onto his cock before you spreading it up and down his erection. “Promise you’ll cum inside of me.” 

“I promise,” he quickly answers with no hesitation. 

You hum and your free hand cups his jawline. “You’re such a good boy,” you coo, stroking your thumb against his cheek. 

“Only for you,” he shakily exhales. 

Your stomach flutters in excitement and you grin at his words. Using your hand and mouth simultaneously, you suck and stroke Johnny until he’s a complete mess under your touch. Your gags and lewd, obscene noises bounce off the four walls mixed with Johnny’s noisy moans and breathless pants only for it to be muffled by the blaring music downstairs. Your saliva drools from your mouth and onto the carpeted floor under you as you continue to bob your head up and down.

Johnny holds the sides of your head, keeping you in place as he bucks his hips roughly into your mouth.

“Such a good girl,” Johnny says through clenched teeth, every word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust. “You’re all mine, right?” 

You quickly nod your head, allowing him to use you as he pleases. 

“Say it,” he orders, pulling on the roots of your hair to make eye contact with him, cock still stuffed into your mouth.

“I’m all yours,” you attempt to repeat, your words distorted causing his cock to twitch before he thrusts into your throat.

Your jaw begins to ache and you’re sure you’ll be feeling the aftermath in your throat tomorrow morning, but you don’t care. The only thing you’re focused on is getting Johnny to ecstasy — and you do.

His thick warm, velvety ropes flood your mouth and you swallow it with ease, making sure to suck him dry of every drop he has. Placing your hand on his thighs, you rub his skin to smooth his quivering legs before he pulls you into a deep kiss. 

There’s a pounding on the bedroom door before Johnny’s name is shouted on the other side. He quickly stands, pulling his underwear and pants up as you fix your appearance in front of a mirror in the room. 

He quickly wraps an arm around your waist before pulling you away from the mirror and causing you to softly laugh before he unlocks the door.

“C’mon you horny bastards,” Johnny’s friend, Yuta, sighs. “We’re leaving. The party is getting out of hand downstairs.”

[Friday, 6:18 PM]

After long weeks of work, both you and Johnny look forward to the weekends where you both can indulge in the moments you have with each other, alternating between staying over his place and him staying over yours — this time, at his.

You text Johnny to let him know you’re outside, something you found strange considering you always used the spare key he’s given you. 

The door flies open and you’re greeted by Johnny, eyes sparkling with excitement and a childlike smile is plastered across his face.

“Hey baby,” he greets, quickly grabbing your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Hi,” you giggle. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t I be happy to see you?” He pouts, taking your overnight bag and placing it on the nearest chair. 

“You can be, but there’s something…” you pause, squinting your eyes suspiciously. “Different today.”

Johnny happily sighs, caressing your cheeks before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I have something for you in our room,” he says, lips pressed against your forehead before taking your hand and leading the way.

“Our room?” You swoon, gripping onto his arm. 

“Yes, our room,” he chuckles. He takes a sharp inhale before he turns the door knob. 

You’re greeted with a makeshift picnic set up on the bedroom floor. 

“The weather has been shit lately and work has been taking up our time, but I know that you’ve always wanted a picnic date, so I had to improvise.” He nervously bites down on his bottom lip. “I hope it’s okay? If not -” 

You pull him into a kiss, surprising him before he quickly adjusts to your movements. He slowly pulls away, Johnny’s cheeks blushing a pink tint.

“It’s more than okay,” you smile. “It’s sweet, thank you.”

He kisses the tip of your nose before leading you to the picnic blanket and having you both take a seat.

You eye the food he’s made, all of them being your favorite. 

“Also,” he says, pulling a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the inside of the picnic basket. “Got these for you.”

You lift your head, smiling and gushing at the gesture before reading the mini card attached to it that reads: I'm really embarrassed it took me this long to ask this, but will you (finally) be my girlfriend? - J

Johnny looks at you embarrassed as he bites down on his bottom lip. “I didn’t realize I hadn’t officially asked you to be my girlfriend because I’ve been used to already calling you my girlfriend. It wasn’t until a coworker asked how I asked you out that I realized I didn’t. I’m sorry I made you wait so long. I swear I would’ve asked you like three months into us meeting.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes, playfully hitting him with your flowers. “But this is really sweet, thank you baby.” Pulling him into a hug, you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” 

“Yes,” you laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach.

“Good,” he whispers, stroking your back. “Because I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.”

── Fall

[Saturday, 4:36 PM]

Johnny wraps his long arms around your waist, pecking kisses on the back of your head. A whiff of his signature cologne fills the air around you as you wash the remaining dishes in the sink before Johnny’s friends come by to carpool to a friend’s wedding. 

Johnny carefully moves the soapy dish from your grasp before removing the bright pink gloves from your hands.

“Honey, what are you doing?” You ask suspiciously, watching him smoothly slide the gloves off your fingers. 

“I’ve been thinking about what you said last night,” he whispers into your ear. “How your ex’s were nothing but selfish when it came to pleasing you.”

You recall the conversation you had last night — Johnny asking why you refuse to let him eat you out when he always begs to taste you while you’re giving him head. You intimately share your inexperience because your previous partners never bothered to please you in that way — making Johnny your first. He simply nodded before changing the subject. 

You're unaware he’s been thinking about it — until now.

Johnny pulls you into his pelvis, feeling his large bulge, through his dark slacks, press against your back.

“Mm. What about it?” 

Johnny slowly hikes up your sage green satin dress, exposing your cute lace black thong that he begged you to wear today. 

“While I think it’s a shame you’ve never been eaten out before, I’m glad you haven’t.” His palms rub up and down your exposed skin, giving your ass a nice, hard slap before roughly groping you and rubbing your skin to soothe the sting. 

“Why’s that?” You softly question as your hands grip the edge of the sink. 

Johnny’s palm slides against your stomach before dipping between your thighs. His middle finger rubs against your clothed clit. His lips lift into a smirk as he nuzzles his nose behind your ear. 

“I get to be the first and last person to taste you.” His voice is low, husky, and confident. 

In one swift move, he turns you to face him before he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and places soft kisses against your collarbone — well aware of how long you spent doing your makeup for the event. 

“Let me show you how good it feels,” he softly begs. “How good I can make you feel.”

“Now?” Your eyes widen in surprise. “But your friends?”

“I don’t care,” he mutters against your skin. “All I care about is making you feel good.”

Your lips slightly part at his offer before you nod. 

“Use your words, baby.” He softly instructs. “Can I show my pretty girl how good it feels?”

“Yes please,” you gulp.

“Good.” Johnny sinks to his knees, tilting your pelvis up for better access to your fluttering sex. Extending one leg onto the countertop, Johnny slings your other leg over his broad shoulder before pushing the thin fabric aside to expose your pussy — something he’s been dying to see and taste for months now. 

Without hesitation, he spreads open your folds before devouring you like a starved dog. His tongue laps over your clit, circling around the sensitive bud before sucking on it. 

“Taste so good,” he groans, eyes closed and focused as he licks up your wetness against your slit before returning his attention to your clit, quickly flicking the tip of his tongue against it. 

Your whimpers turn into loud moans as you feel his tongue work its way around your needy pussy. You bite down on your bottom lip, feeling your core tighten at the satisfying feeling coursing through your body.

Johnny guides your hand to the top of his head, silently giving you permission to grab a fist full of his hair which you do. 

“Feels so good,” you mumble under your breath, tugging on his hair to keep him close. 

Johnny sucks on your clit, his eyes lifting to watch bliss wash over you — your jaw falling open before you capture your bottom lip between your teeth, brows knitting together, and watching your pretty eyes rolling back from pleasure.

The tension in your core snaps, every muscle in your legs and thighs tighten, and your toes curl when a tingling sensation strikes. You gasp as you reach your climax, fingers tugging on Johnny’s hair to keep him in place as you roll your hips against his tongue, using him to ride out your high. 

His movements slow, using the pace of your hips as an indicator of when to stop. 

You retract your hand from his hair and your chest moves up and down, trying to catch your breath. 

Johnny places soft, sweet kisses against your thighs before using the back of his hand to wipe your slick off his chin. He readjusts your pretty underwear before helping you off the counter and quickly rinses off and dries his mouth in the kitchen sink before giving you a kiss on your temple. 

“T-thank you,” you shyly let out — quickly smoothing out your dress and swiftly fixing Johnny’s hair. 

Before he could respond, the front door bell rings. “Always impeccable timing,” Johnny smirks before he goes to open his front door to greet his friends.

[Saturday, 7:26 PM]

During the wedding reception, you watch as guests dance to some early 2000s tracklist the DJ mixed together as you sit at the table you and Johnny were assigned to with his friends.

“Do you guys want anything? We’re gonna get something to drink,” Doyoung asks, his eyes flickering between you and your boyfriend. 

“No thank you,” you smile before feeling Johnny’s hand press against your lower back.

Johnny simply shakes his head and Doyoung leaves with his other friends to the open bar. Your boyfriend quickly leans into you. 

“Come with me to the restroom,” he whispers, lightly tugging on your arm. 

“What?” You chuckle. “Why do I need to go to the restroom with you?” 

“I need to taste you again,” he simply states, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve been thinking about it this whole time. I’m fucking addicted,” he whispers in your ear. 

With enough of a reason — in your eyes — you both stand up and you follow Johnny into the nearest family restroom. The next thing you know, you’re bent over the sink with your dress bunched around your waist and a leg lifted over the counter.

Johnny’s on his knees, behind you, with his thick cock in his hand — pumping up and down his shaft as he licks your drenched pussy.

“So fucking good,” he growls, fist tightening around his erection, pumping faster as his tongue matches his speed — pulling you towards your orgasm at an embarrassingly quick pace.

You’re a whining mess, your hot breath fogging up the mirror in front of you. “I’m gonna cum,” you softly cry out, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand to keep you quiet.

Both of his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he rapidly pulls an intense orgasm out of you. 

Without a second thought, you sink to your knees when Johnny stands and you take his erection into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his swollen mushroom tip before you stroke him until he finishes — his cum painting over your tongue. 

“You know,” you chuckle as you touch up your makeup in the mirror. “You could’ve just fucked me. I wouldn't mind.”

Johnny readjusts his suit, tucking his white button up long sleeve shirt into his black dress pants before fixing his belt. He smiles at your words. 

“While I’d love to do that,” he sucks the air between his teeth. “I don’t want our first time to be in a random hotel restroom.”

You coyly look down at your heels, unable to argue with him before he wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You deserve more than a quick fuck for our first time,” he smiles at you through the mirror.

[Sunday, 5:13 PM]

You smooth out your dress in the mirror when Johnny appears behind you.

“You look very pretty,” he smiles, placing his hands on your shoulders before sliding his palms down your arms. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Nervous.” You swallow hard before Johnny’s arms engulf you into a hug. “What if your parents don’t like me?”

“They’ve been dying to meet you,” he chuckles. “They always ask about you whenever I go to visit them, telling me to bring you the next time I come over.”

You hesitantly nod your head, nervously fiddling with your finger tips before Johnny turns you to face him, lifting your chin to meet your eyes.

“Even if they don’t like you, which they will, it won’t stop me from being with you. We’re in it for the long run, right?” He lifts his pinky up, waiting for you to interlock yours with his. When you do, he places an endearing kiss on your forehead. 

“C’mon baby, we don’t wanna be late.” He intertwined his fingers with yours, leading you out the front door.

When you arrive, you cling on to Johnny’s arm. You thumb over his skin, trying to soothe yourself before the front door swings open and Johnny’s mom pulls him into a hug before she excitingly does the same with you. 

“Ah! So glad you could make it!” Johnny’s mom claps, grabbing your hand and leading you into her home.

Throughout the night, you meet Johnny’s side of the family who welcome you with open arms. As you’re speaking to his cousin, you feel Johnny behind you, snaking his arm around your waist before excusing you from the conversation you’re having.

“I wanna give you something,” he whispers in your ear, pulling you up the stairs. 

Johnny pushes a bedroom door open to reveal his childhood room that seems like it hasn’t been touched in ages. 

“Wow, this is where the other half grew up, huh?” You smile, slowly walking through his room and scanning his walls — eyeing Johnny’s medals and awards from his school days.

Johnny doesn’t say a word, but he flashes a grin in your direction before he pries open a drawer from his old desk, fishing for an envelope before turning back to you.

“Promise me you won’t laugh,” he warns, taking a seat on his old twin sized bed.

“I promise I’ll try not to laugh.” Taking a seat next to him, you’re eying the worn out envelope in his hand. “What’s that?”

“When I was in high school, my first girlfriend broke up with me and I was devastated.” He chuckles to himself. “So, caught up in my emotions, I wrote a letter to give to the person I’m serious about.”

“Serious?” You pause, confused. “Like long term serious?” 

“Like ‘til death do us part serious,” he laughs before nervously clearing his throat. “I thought I’d give it to you.”

Your brows slightly lift in surprise as you carefully take the envelope between your fingers. “You didn’t think about giving it to your other partners before me?”

“None of them met my parents,” he softly nudges you with his elbow, a shy smile dancing on his lips. “I used that as an indicator to see if I was serious enough about them. Clearly none of them made the cut.”

Your heart swoons at his confession. “Should I open it?” You giggle, flipping the envelope over to see the sealed flap. 

“Do you want to open it?” 

You think about it for a moment, your fingers playing with the edge of the sealed flap, tempted to rip it open, but instead you let out a small sigh. 

“Not yet,” you smile at your boyfriend. “Since we are in it for the long run, I’ll open it when we decide to take the next step. If that’s okay with you?”

“That sounds like a plan.” He rubs your knee, nodding his head. “Just don’t laugh at the horrendous spelling and grammatical errors when you do, please.”

“Now that is something I can’t promise.”

── Winter

[Saturday, 8:47 PM]

“Okay, ready?” You shout to your boyfriend from the en suite bathroom. “Are your eyes still closed?”

“Yeah!” Johnny shouts back, back resting against the pillows that line the bed’s headboard with his eyes shut. He’s in nothing but his underwear — something you requested for tonight.

Emerging from the bathroom, you carefully climb onto your shared bed. You sit on your knees, facing your boyfriend. A nervous bubble forms in the pit of your stomach before you tell him to open his eyes.

Johnny’s eyes flutter open, jaw dropping at the sight of you in a raunchy two piece white lace lingerie set that you paired with a white wedding veil you got from a friend’s bachelorette party. 

“Wow,” he breathes — for the first time, you’ve rendered him speechless.

“Okay, I will admit maybe the veil is too much but,” you pause, getting on all fours to lean in and place a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek. “I think it sort of ties it together. Don’t you think so?”

He absentmindedly nods his head, too distracted by the way the delicate fabric wraps around your body perfectly — almost like it was meant for you and only you.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts when your lips press against his. His breath hitches before he pulls  away shyly — his head spinning as blood rushes straight to his cock.

“What’s wrong?” You pout, heart sinking. “You don’t like it?” 

“No!” He gives you a small chuckle. “I love it, I really, really do. I think I love it a little too much.” He looks down at his crotch, the fabric tenting above his erection. 

You lick your lips, biting down on your bottom lip. “Cute,” you smirk before you straddle his lap, his shaft pushing against your clit. Your lips hover over his — a mischievous smirk pulling on the corner of your mouth before you slowly move your hips against him. 

“I love you,” Johnny mumbles, his hands guiding your hips. “You have no idea how much I love you.” 

“Yeah?” You giggle. “Why don’t you show me how much you love me?” 

Johnny cups the back of your neck to pull you into a hard kiss. He gropes every crevice of your body — his rough hands sliding over your exposed skin. He mouths the crook of your neck, licking and sucking your skin to ensure marks appear the next day.

In one swift move, you’re under him. He quickly removes the only fabric he has left on his body and the tip of his painfully hard cock presses against your clit. 

Johnny licks his index and middle finger before pushing aside the fabric and circles your sensitive bud — surprised at how wet you are. He dips both fingers inside of you, slowly pumping his digits into your soaking hole. His movements gradually speed up and his palm slaps against your needy bud. The squelches of your wetness mixed with his movements fill the room and a string of moans to part your lips.

Johnny’s jaw falls as he watches you squirm under him, enjoying every second of it — the way your eyes roll back, the way your back arches that makes his fingers move deeper inside you, the way your fingers dig into his wrists thinking you could muster the strength to slow him down.

“Cum on my fingers baby,” he orders through clenched teeth. “Give it to me.” 

An overwhelming sense of pleasure washes over you that has your heart pounding against your chest and your thighs quivering from bliss.

Johnny’s movements slow, giving your sensitive clit a few rubs before aligning his tip with your entrance. 

“Do you still want me to keep the promise I made?” He asks, referring to the first time you gave him a blowjob.

“I’d be upset if you don’t,” you giggle. “Don’t hold back, baby. I’ve been waiting for this.” 

With your permission, Johnny slowly fills you with his cock — he hisses as he feels your pussy grip around him. 

Your nails dig crescent shape indents into his forearm as he sinks deeper into you, face burning with heat. 

When he finally bottoms out, he presses gentle kisses against your cheek right before he sharply snaps his hips into you causing you to cry out in pleasure at the sudden sensation. 

“Gonna fuck you ‘til you’re craving it,” he warns through gritted teeth. “ Every night.” Each word is punctuated with a brutal thrust into you. 

“P-Please,” you manage to let out, feeling your cunt continue to drip from arousal.

Johnny grips your waist, his hips ruthlessly striking against your skin.

“Baby,” you whimper, pushing your palm against his abs. 

He smirks down at you, pinning your wrist against your stomach. “You said don’t hold back,” he grunts. “I’m doing what you asked.” He pushes your knees to your chest, your legs hanging over a shoulder as he bends forward — his mouth hovering over yours.

“Want me to stop?” He asks.

“No!” You quickly retort. 

“Want me to go slower?” 

“No…” you shyly reply. 

“What do you want?”

“To make you proud.”

You’ve piqued your boyfriend’s interest. “And how are you going to do that?” He questions with a wicked grin.

“Take it like a good girl.” 

Johnny doesn’t say it, but he finds it absolutely fascinating how you manage to make him speechless when it’s usually the other way around. Instead, he hungrily rams into you while watching you chase your high. 

His pelvis hits your clit repeatedly as his cock’s head kisses your g-spot with every single thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, hands on either side of Johnny’s neck, holding him close to you. “I’m gonna -”

“I know,” he chuckles.

Your face grows hot and your skin prickles. There’s a fire in your abdomen and you feel yourself losing what’s left of your composure. You attempt to cover your face only to have Johnny pin your wrists to your sides. 

“It’s not nice to cover your face,” he scolds. “Especially when you’re so fucking pretty when you’re about to cum. Go on baby, cum on my cock. Make me fucking proud.” 

You quickly come undone, every muscle in your body tightens and you begin to see stars as Johnny fucks you through your intense orgasm. 

“There you go,” he coos. “That’s my girl.” 

Your body goes weak as you look up at your boyfriend with a cock drunk smile dancing on your lips. “Please cum inside of me,” you beg, bringing your hands to cup his jaw. 

You watch as Johnny’s eyes darken at your words. He recklessly thrusts into you, balls harshly slapping against your ass. Johnny mutters incoherent nonsense when his hips stutter before you feel something warm fill you up.

“F-fuck!” He chokes out before you pull him down to your lips, muffling his cries as he empties himself inside of you. 

His body collapses next to you, panting as he attempts to catch his breath. Johnny weakly pulls himself up to give you a tender kiss against your temple before he falls onto his back again.

“Promise me something,” he lets out. 

“Anything,” you reply as you place your hands on your stomach.

“Promise me you’ll marry me.” He swallows hard before turning his head to look at you. 

You turn your head to look at him. Your eyes scan his expression before you give him a small smile. “I promise.”

[aquarius-johnny]

Sitting his daughter on the couch, Johnny crouches in front of her. He squints his eyes a little, watching guilt wash over her face. She avoids eye contact with her father, staring at her little fingers as she picks at the hem of her perfectly ruined dress.

“Honey, tell daddy the truth, did you do this?” He points to the splatters of paint on the living room walls and the paint spilled on the utterly expensive shag rug you spent hours picking out before moving in.

She shakes her head, still avoiding eye contact.

“Then who did it?” His voice was sweet and calm as he spoke.

Your daughter shrugs her shoulders, on the verge of tears. He knew his daughter couldn’t keep it in when she’s guilty and it would be a matter of minutes before she spills the truth.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I did it,” she cries.

Johnny wipes away her tears before pushing the strands of hair away from her face.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just tell me why you did it.”

“I wanted to make the rug looks pretty for mommy, but you looked really mad when you saw it.” She huffs between her words, trying to catch her breath as she cried.

“But didn’t we agree that we only paint on paper or the canvas mommy gave you?”

She nods her head, wiping her tears with her tiny hands.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He comforts his daughter, hugging her tightly. Upon calming her down, he makes a deal with her. “How about this, if you help daddy clean up this mess, I won’t say a word to mommy. But you have to promise me that this,” he points to the mess behind him. “Isn’t going to happen again. Deal?”

Your daughter sees him smile and she felt a sense of comfort. Nodding her head, she brings up her pinky and looks at her father, waiting for him to reciprocate her gesture. Johnny lifts his pinky and interlocks it with hers.

“Deal,” she smiles before giving her dad a quick peck on the cheek. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

[aquarius-johnny]

johnny + fluff + "it's too cold"

“daddy, it’s too cold here!” your young daughter huffs as she waddles in her snow boots and fluffy coat. “i can’t feel my nose anymore.”

you couldn’t help but laugh at her whining. she didn’t do it much, but when she does, it’s always towards her dad. 

“i’m sorry, honey but i can’t change the weather,” johnny giggles. “we’re almost to the front door, can you make it?” johnny takes his daughter’s tiny hand that’s covered in her custom mitten her grandmother made her. 

the door flies open and you’re greeted excitingly by johnny’s parents. your daughter lets go of her father’s hand and rushes to her grandparents who gives her the biggest bear hug she could ever imagine. waddling into their house, she lets out a satisfied sigh. 

“it’s warm!” she squeals, removing her coat and giving it to you to hold. “daddy, can you help me take off my shoes?” she asks, taking a seat on the wooden floor. 

johnny nods and sits next to his daughter, pulling her shoes off her feet. “look, your nose is defrosting,” johnny jokingly says before softly pinching her nose. your daughter giggles, scrunching her face. 

“i can feel my nose again!” she laughs, running towards her grandparents who are already preparing a cup of hot chocolate for everyone. 

you remove your coat, along with johnny’s. 

“it feels nice to be home,” he inhales the familiar scent before heading towards his parents. 

“hey john,” you let out, stopping him in his tracks. “can we talk for a moment?” 

a concerned look washes over him as you pull him down the hallway for a private conversation. you look behind him, ensuring no one would be eavesdropping. 

“what’s going on?” he whispers, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “why so secretive?” 

you let out a sigh. you weren’t sure how to tell him, but you couldn’t keep it in any longer. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you sooner, but remember when i went to the doctor for that simple check-up?” you jog his memory to a few months ago.

“yeah?” he replies suspiciously. 

“well, they did a urine test and they ended up telling me the vomiting is most likely coming from the fact that i’m...pregnant.” 

johnny’s eyes widen and his jaw drops in shock. “w-wait, you’re pregnant?” he whispers, looking over his shoulder. “i-i thought we couldn’t have any more kids?” he tried his best to hide his smile, unsure of how you were feeling about the situation. 

“i guess we could,” you laugh. “are you okay with that?” 

johnny pulls you into a hug before lifting you off the floor. “are you kidding me? of course! we’ve been trying for 5 years, how can i not be happy? who have you told?” he questions, setting you back down. 

“just you,” you reply. “i guess...” you shift your glance to the floor beneath you before biting your bottom lip. 

johnny cocks his head to the right. “you guess?” he questions. 

“mommy did you tell him?” your daughter asks, popping her head in the hallway. 

johnny looks at you in shock once again. you motion your daughter to come near you as you cling onto her in hopes she would soften johnny’s response of finding out the news after his daughter. “she knew before me?” johnny pouts. 

“hey, hey, in my defense we raised a curious daughter,” you laugh. 

“me and mommy are hoping it’s another girl,” your daughter giggles. “you can be around girls all the time!” she jumps up and down. johnny sighs in defeat then proceed to pick her up while chuckling at her remark. 

“c’mere, let’s go tell your grandparents.” johnny lifts her and begins to shuffle towards his parents before he halts and turns to you. “anything else i need to know?” 

“nope, that’s it.” you grin at him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “if there is anything else, i’ll make sure to let our little messenger tell you.” 

[aquarius-johnny]

Johnny, fluff, and maybe something about seeing his spouse walk down the aisle at their wedding? Idk bout you, but I've been feeling sappy, lol.

johnny is a sentimental man, maybe the most sentimental man you’ve ever been with. hell, he even asked for your parents’ approval to marry you before actually proposing. his proposal was small and intimate, just how you wanted it. since that day, you were planning for the moment you said i do and that moment finally came. 

as you stand in front of the full body mirror, you sharply inhale in an attempt to calm your nerves. 

“i’m shaking,” you tell your best friend while holding your hand vertically, watching it tremble in front of your eyes. 

taking your hand into hers, she gives you a reassuring squeeze. “you’re going to be okay. this is your moment, it’s normal to feel jitters, but you’re going to be okay. just breathe.” she proceeds to inhale and exhale, encouraging you to follow her movements, which you do. 

“in an hour, i’m going to be mrs. johnny suh,” you laugh, eyes nearly tearing up from the idea. “oh god, what if i fall while walking down the aisle?” 

your best friend hushes you, knowing you were going to fall on your ass if you kept talking about it. “when was the last time you fell while walking?” she asks, furrowing her brows. when you don’t remember, she lets out a laugh. “exactly. you’ll be fine.” 

nodding your head in approval of her words, you take one last look at yourself. you were waiting for this moment for the longest time and it’s finally here. as you’re escorted out of your room and into the courtyard, you stretch out your neck to see the crowd of people shuffling to their seats. you eye your fiancé near the wedding arch.

you notice his hair slicked back, just the way you preferred. his hands fiddle in the pocket of his slacks, trying his hardest to cover his nerves. he makes small talk with his groomsmen before taking his position as the pianist plays the melody you had agreed upon. 

“one foot in front of the other,” you mutter to yourself as you watch your best friend take her position. as you begin to make your way to your future husband, you watch how his expression change before your eyes. 

you had never seen johnny cry; not that he was heartless, it was simply because it took a lot for him to show that vulnerable side of him. but today, as your eyes locked with his, his eyes begin to well up while a joyous smile slowly appears. he quickly turns away from the audience and lifts the back of his hand to wipe away the happy tears that slide down his cheeks. 

as he quickly pulls himself together, you position yourself in front of him, helping him wiping the water from his face. 

“you look gorgeous,” he lets out, taking your hand before placing a quick peck on the back of it.

“thank you,” you smile. 

before you could continue, the marriage officiant begins his speech. soon enough, you find yourself lifting your left hand and watching as johnny’s hand trembles while sliding your custom ring on your ring finger. you do the same and watch as johnny’s eyes dilate as he looks at you, patiently waiting for the moment he can kiss you. 

“you may now kiss the bride,” the officiant declares. 

“finally,” johnny whispers to you, placing each hand on the crook of your neck before locking lips with you. this kiss felt different; almost like no other you’ve felt before. your stomach did backflips and you couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh as he pulled away. “we did it,” johnny chuckles, before placing another quick kiss against your lips.

“finally,” you giggle.

later that night, you turn to face johnny as he attempts to catch his breath after celebrating your big day. 

“this was the first time i saw you cry,” you let out, resting your head on his bare chest. 

“i know,” he laughs. “i didn’t expect it.” he shifts into a comfortable position before continuing. “i’ve seen grooms cry, but it was only in videos. and let me tell you, now i know why.” 

“care to enlighten me?” 

a smile creeps onto johnny’s face. “in that split moment, it hits you.” he begins, letting out a small laugh. “you’ve finally found someone you want to spend your entire life with and everything just feels right. i don’t know, the moment is just so damn beautiful and overwhelming it just comes out as happy tears.” 

“and here i thought you were speechless because you saw how amazing i looked,” you playfully retort. 

“i was and then it was the realization that i’ve finally found someone who loves me unconditionally, for the rest of her life.” 

you look up at him, giving him a loving smile. “always and forever,” you let out. 

johnny takes your left hand and lifts it, admiring the way your engagement ring and wedding band compliment each other. “always and forever,” he repeats before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

[aquarius-johnny]

Boom by nct 127 and Johnny 🌻

song drabble | masterlist

“hey,” johnny greets shyly as he stands at your front door, ready to take you on your first official date as a couple. it’s rare to see this man get shy, but when you do, it’s monumental. 

“hi,” smiling from ear to ear, you feel your cheeks flush with warmth.

extending his hand, you interlock your fingers with his. you weren’t sure why you felt a billion butterflies fluttering all at once in the pit of your stomach, but you did and johnny could tell. 

“you okay?” he chuckles, opening the passenger’s side door. 

“yeah,” you nod, trying to convince yourself of your words. “i’m good.” 

as johnny gets in and buckles his seat belt, you take note of the camera equipment in the backseat. notorious for spontaneous and secret adventures, you were confused as to where he was taking you, but you didn’t mind. you trust him with your entire being. you watch as you left the city; buildings slowly lessen and fields begin to appear. 

“you’re not allergic to sunflowers, right?” he questions, taking your hand into his as he drove with the other, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“nope,” you reply, playfully emphasizing the end of the word. 

you see him smile against the back of your hand before he turns into the entrance of your destination.

“where are we?” you inquire, taking a look around. as you get out of the car, you’re met with dry dirt under your shoes and the greenery and floral that surrounds you impress you. 

“sunflower farm,” johnny simply replies, taking his camera equipment from the backseat of his car. “and today, you’re my muse.” 

“we’re having a photoshoot?” 

“sure, if you want to call it that,” he smiles. 

“what else would you call it?” 

“creating memories that are filled by you, that way, we can look back at them and remember how much fun we had.”

your heart races, unfamiliar with being in front of the camera. johnny’s hand locks with yours as he leads you to the field filled with hundreds of sunflowers. you stand there in awe, baffled at how unaware you were about these beautiful flowers. 

and just like that, you hear a camera shutter. taken aback, you look at johnny with panic in your eyes. 

“just be yourself,” he instructs, carefully caressing your cheek.

he continues to photograph while you continue to do exactly what he said. when he got the shots he needed, you head back to the car on your way to the next destination. 

“where are we headed to now?” you laugh, scanning the gorgeous photos he took of you. 

“when have i ever told you where we’re heading to?” he chuckles, jokingly shaking his head in disappointment. 

as you surrender, you take a hand at photography yourself. lifting the camera, you snap a picture of johnny driving. “oh, this is going to be so hot,” you giggle. continuing to photograph him as he drove. 

johnny doesn’t stop you. in fact, he couldn’t stop the smile that crept onto his face. he enjoys the moment. he enjoys being with you. 

you two arrive at the next destination and you were pleasantly surprised that it was the beach. the smell of the ocean calms you as you step out of the car once more. this time, johnny grabs a picnic basket hidden in the trunk. 

“i just thought we could have a picnic.” he holds up the basket with a bottle of your favorite wine and a childlike smile is stretched across his face.

“perfect! i was getting hungry.” 

you find the perfect spot where johnny sets everything up. away from the cluster of people, you found it relaxing to just have johnny next to you. 

“i’m not gonna lie, this has been my favorite date i’ve been on in my life,” you share as johnny hands you a drink. 

“glad i set the standard for our first date. now, i just have to remember to keep it up for our future ones.” 

“i don’t have a doubt that you’ll succeed in that.” 

johnny grins, taking a sip of his own drink. it falls quiet for a moment as johnny debates on sharing his thoughts. after some time, he does. 

“since we’re sharing, i just wanted to let you know something.” 

“hm?” 

"these past months don’t feel real.” 

“what do you mean?” 

“it feels too good to be true.” shaking his head, his brows shoot up. “like i’m dreaming or something.” 

“is that a bad thing?” 

“no, not at all. it’s going to sound so weird, so don’t laugh at me, but i’m kind of scared that i’m going to wake up one day and it’ll all disappear.” 

nodding your head in understanding. “oh, so what i’m hearing is, you enjoy every moment with me and you don’t want me to leave?” arching a teasing brow, you watch as johnny tried to contain himself. 

his cheeks flush a light red and he tilts his head to the right before looking down at his knees. he slowly nods and a grin appears as he looks at you. “yes, you are exactly right.” 

a feeling of confidence overcomes you; a huge contrast from how you felt when you first saw johnny standing at your front door. scooting over to him, you lay your head on his shoulder before giving him a slight pinch in his bicep. 

“ouch!” he hisses, before looking at you confused. 

you flash him a playful smirk. “i just wanted to prove you weren’t dreaming.” as you rub the area inflicted by pain, his eyes meet with yours. “i’m not going anywhere, johnny.” 

you saw a sense of comfort wash over him and his body relaxes. “good because i don’t want you to.” 

[aquarius-johnny]

Omg! I got the notification that you posted again & I got excited! You’re honestly one of my favs & ur writing is amazing!! I hope you’ve been happy and healthy! 🥺❤️ Whenever you can, is it possible to get a fluffy drabble/scenario where reader is Johnny’s childhood sweetheart and surprises him when he visits his home with the members? That one JCC of him visiting his hometown will forever have me soft and thinking about his s/o surprising him then is just wholesome🥺 Love u & ur blog! ❤️❤️❤️

the fact you’re excited got me feeling soft af, thank you

when you received a phone call from johnny’s mom to let you know that he was coming back to town, you felt your heart skipped a beat. you hadn’t seen him since he left and although you both tried your best to keep in contact with each other after he left, it wasn’t the ideal situation you wanted to be in. johnny’s mom invited you over and you couldn’t hide the excitement in your voice as you accepted the invite.

on the day of his arrival, you felt a rush of emotions hit you as you see the huge tour bus nearing you. the familiar feeling of nervousness overcome you; similar to the feeling you had right before your first kiss with him under the starry night as he convinced you to go camping with him in his backyard. 

his mom walks towards the bus as you lingered in the spot you were in, ensuring he noticed his mom before anyone else. you watched as johnny walks out of the vehicle and straight to his mom who’s reaction is delayed as she quickly types a response to a text message she had received about the welcoming party for her son. as he pulls her into a bear hug, your eyes meet with his and he jaw drops in shock. 

“y/n...” he mutters, catching his mom’s attention.

johnny’s mom pulls him towards you, pushing him to give you a long-awaited hug. once he does, you feel your entire body relax. it felt safe in his arms and you didn’t want to end. 

“hey stranger,” he whispers into your ear. 

you let out a small chuckle before sharply inhaling his scent. “long time no see, johnny,” you say before pulling away. “how have you been?” 

he raises a brow before sucking air between gritted teeth. “it’s been busy, but i’m glad you’re here. are you staying?” 

“of course! i invited her,” his mom jumps in before leading everyone into the house.

upon entering, johnny quickly introduces you to his members. he stutters, giving you a title as to how you know him while he introduced you. “i’m his friend,” you say as he pauses. 

“yeah, friend.” he giggles, knowing damn well you both were more than that.

later that night, you find yourself alone on his patio, coming down from the excitement you felt all day. seconds later, johnny joins you. 

“care for some company?” he asks, taking a seat next to you anyways.

“if it’s yours, always.” 

johnny smiles, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “you have no idea how happy i am to see you. i was afraid i wasn’t going to.” 

pulling your sweater sleeves over your hands, you simply chuckle. “i’m happy to see you, even if it’s for less than 24 hours.” 

johnny’s smile falls at the realization that the hours were moving too quickly and he’ll soon find himself in another state, away from his family and you, again. his hand moves to the back of your head, petting you endearingly. 

“i know it’s not how we imagined it.” 

you stop johnny from saying any more. “you don’t need to explain, i understand.” 

“i know that you do and that’s what makes you so amazing,” he laughs. “you’ve dealt with me since we were in diapers and i thought for sure the distance would cause a rift between us, but yet, we’re still here.” 

“we’re still here,” you repeat, taking johnny’s hand into yours. “plus, you promised me my dream wedding when we were 10 and i’m holding you to that because i know you don’t make empty promises.’ 

johnny playfully rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him. as you rest your head on his shoulder, you both sit there in silence, enjoying each other’s presence. 

“i promise i’ll be back,” he reassures you, giving your hand a small squeeze.

lifting your head, you caress johnny’s cheek. his light brown eyes soften at the sight of you. “and i’ll be here waiting.” you smile before placing a long-overdue kiss on his lips.