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Johnny Suh

(aged up) Alpha Johnny x Omega Reader

Synopsis:

Falling for an older man is still considered acceptable in today’s society, but falling for someone who’s taken, by your own mother even, is never the cliche stories you commonly hear. You thought your little crush for your mother’s fiance was going to go away naturally, that they’ll get married and break your heart to pieces and you’d be able to move on, what you hadn’t expected was for them to break up and it was partially your fault. And when he moved away, you’d thought you'd never see him again, but your job brings you back to that sweet cinnamon scented alpha once again.

warnings: aboverse, daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, heats, ruts, knotting, minor angst, the mother in this story is a narcissist, absent father, fainting (briefly).

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a/n: so i’m back, but not entirely, mental health is still bad, but um, really wanted to write this, so if this flops i’ll be deleting this and rewriting the story to fit someone else lol, okay, bye, enjoy the story. and this is based on the song cinnamon girl by lana del rey.

Growing up, there’s one thing about your life that has been a constant and that is uncertainty, all your life, instead of having a pair of parents that diligently try their best to pave a smooth road for your life ahead like most parents, they had chose to lay out eggshells instead, their behaviour had manifested a constant spike in your heartbeat whenever you make a mistake in life, similarly to the feeling of prickling your bare feet by accidentally stepping onto a cracked eggshell on the floor, that’s how you’ve always felt ever since you were a child, every step you take, a pinch here and there that’s bound to push you over the edge one day, and that day came sooner and far more unexpected than a thunderstorm.

That thunderstorm had costed your mother’s marriage, and she never fails to remind you, how your attempt of ending your life had driven your bipolar father to the brink of his sanity, blaming your mother for her inadequacy of being a parent while he excused himself so easily just because he has ‘longer hours’ in the office.

Your father didn’t even try to fight for parental rights, he merely signed you away to your miserable mother, and that broke something inside her.

She begins taking more care in her appearance and goes out of her way to meet new people, particularly alpha men, she was particular with traditional first gender stereotypes, it didn’t really bother you, the rancid scent of some alphas could be avoided as long as you were in your room.

Since you were growing into late teen hood, she only gives you the necessities, basic interactions, things weren’t getting better, but they weren’t getting worse, to you, that’s considered a win.

Things were looking bleak until your mom engaged an alpha with honey in his eyes.

Johnny Suh, a young man your mother had picked up from one of the many parties she had attended on behalf of work, a client of her company apparently, he lasted the longest compared to all the others, you thought he’d stay forever and become an addition to your broken family, until another storm brews right in front of your eyes.

That day you had been sick, your mother had to rush back from a date to take you to the clinic, Johnny, being the gentleman he is, accompanies her with you, you still remember that day as clear as crystal.

The nurse had complimented how pretty you were, and that you take after your mother, to which she was delighted of course, gushing that she gave you all the good genes, no one but this nurse thinks the two of you look alike, you have always shared more similarities with your asshole father, not enough to make you feel sickening to look in the mirror, but just enough to remind you that you’d always be associated to that asshole.

After a thorough consultation, the doctor says that you had a bad reaction to the new heat suppressants your mother had switched to for a lower price.

“You better not fail your next driving test the next time around, or else you wouldn’t be able to get yourself to the clinic for heaven’s sake, and why are you always so sensitive to medicine? Can’t you be normal for once? Why do you have to be a freak?” your mother rambled all the way to Johnny’s car.

You had kept your silence, you weren’t feeling well anyways, you don’t have any energy left to argue with her, but instead, someone speaks up for you.

“Hey, why are you so harsh on her?” Johnny asks, at first he dismissed your mother’s odd alter ego towards you as a culture difference, since his own parents have migrated to the states so many years, he had always been told parents elsewhere are harsher towards their kids, but this feels like a personal insult towards you, and he might be 10 years younger than your mother, but not to the point of having such different views on how to children should be treated.

“She’s always been such a handful, all my friends’ daughters are so much more mature than her, they help clean the house, cook, always have good grades, not a burden like you are!” your mother emphasises on the last part by craning her neck to look at you with her hideous eyes, she’s not ugly at all, maybe average if you’re being mean, but she is horrid in your eyes, which is why you never understood why Johnny, a successful man at the ripe age of 28 would ever settle for a single mother omega with the worst mood swings ever.

“Why are you speaking to your daughter like this? She’s your own flesh and blood, you never told me there was such a huge riff between the two of you,” Johnny says, exasperated, oh there’s so much he doesn’t know, this is merely the surface.

She mumbles something under her breath that you didn’t quite catch, not that you bother to listen, you just want to lock yourself up in the safety of your room.

After a week from that day, your mother comes home with a slam of the door as tears stream down her face.

“This is all your fault!” she screams with a weak shove of your shoulder before she, surprisingly, retreats to her room. Later you find out why, because of the absence of the 6 foot tall handsome man who hasn’t dropped by for dinner for days now.

You thought you’d never see him again until you see his car waiting for you one day after you finish your college entrance examination.

“Johnny?” you call out, the handsome man has grown out his hair now, a beautiful lock falls right above his right brow, giving him an even more mature look, you’d always thought he was baby faced for a 28 year old man, but now he finally looks his age, guess this what people call a ‘break up glow up’.

“Hey, just thought I’d drop by to say congratulations, and maybe buy you a meal, you must’ve worked really hard these past few months,” Johnny offers, and who are you to reject him when you’re sick of having the same food your mom cooks.

“Did you get back with my mother?” you ask when you settle down in a fancy restaurant, your uniform looks cheap against the pretty red velvet walls, you note, even the waiters had judged when you walked in.

“Is your mother here?” Johnny asks, looking up from the menu, seemingly having decided what he’s having because he’s flagging down a waiter.

Johnny orders for the both of you, you had only mentioned that you’ll probably try the pasta you want once, and he never asked you to repeat yourself nor asked you to state your order to the waiter yourself, but he waits to see if he got it right, or if you’d like to order more, to which you quickly shook your head no, scared that he just might order more. Now you know why your mother was so heartbroken, you’d cry if you lose an alpha this attentive too.

You always had an odd sense of comfort when Johnny’s around, his scent was never overbearing, he has never once bossed you or your mother around just because he’s an alpha, he has been so respectful towards you, unlike some of the creepy alphas your mother brought back.

Just being in his presence again simmers down your post exam anxiety and general anxiety, you didn’t know Johnny's departure had such an impact on you until seeing him again today, it’s like your omega feels at home again.

The two of you talked with a newfound freedom, away from your mother’s watchful eyes. She never likes it when her boyfriends give you more attention, she’s always seen you as her competition.

Johnny asks about your ideas on how your future might look while he updates you on how he took the leap to establish his own company with the support of his best friends that you heard him speak about to your mother.

But everything good comes to an end, and yours come in the form of your lunch with Johnny ending, but the big blow is what he tells you right after reaching your neighbourhood.

“My new office is in Seoul, I’ll be moving tomorrow,” Johnny suddenly confesses.

“What? You’re leaving? Again?” you ask, a lump building in your throat.

Johnny winces at the wording, he thinks you know the relationship was toxic, how he lets your mother have her way in everything, but you’re just 18, a young girl who’s hurt time after time.

“I’m sorry, this company…has been my dream, and your mother and I, we’d never get back together, I don’t think we were ever compatible, I only stayed because…, nevermind, here, this is for you,” Johnny says, opening the glove box in front of you, passing you a little cardholder wallet.

“My business card is there, it has my office address as well as my number, personal and office, there’s also some gift cards there, Jo Malone, Sephora, I know you love perfumes and make up, get yourself something nice, a small gift from me,” Johnny says.

You don’t know when you started tearing up, but you felt Johnny use the expensive material of his sleeve to wipe away your salty tears.

“It’s going to be okay, just one more year, and you’d be able to move away from your mother, one more year and you won’t be binded to her legally anymore,” Johnny reassures, but that’s not what you’re sad for, you’re sad that Johnny’s leaving again, and so far away from Busan too, there’s no way you’d be able to leave the state without your mother knowing.

“Does that mean I could come find you in a year’s time?” you sputter out, the words taste bitter on your tongue.

Johnny freezes in his spot, the feeling of being on the borderline, he’s an adult, and an alpha more so, it’s not appropriate for an omega this young to be staying with him, yes you’re legal in terms of age, but it feels wrong still, but Johnny looks at you, he really looks at you this time, and he realises how you’ve grown into a beautiful young woman, even with tear streaks and a sour pear scent that makes him miss the soft sweet scent of pears in spring, he still thinks you’re absolutely ethereal in every way.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a year’s time if you don’t change your mind,” Johnny says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, he can’t have your pretty locks soaked in your own tears, seeing you cry and being the reason of your sadness already has his alpha howling in protest.

“Really?” you ask him once more, thinking you heard him wrongly, that your delusional mind had made things up for you.

“Yes, I promise.”

There’s so many things you want to say to him, but it’s better to keep it to yourself, you’ll just hurt yourself if you don’t.

So many things have changed since that fateful day, you no longer stay with your mother, instead, you’re staying with your rich best friend who has an apartment all to herself after her ex moved out.

You barely talk to your mother these days, merely giving an update or two for her every few weeks, at first she was ballistic when you said you were going to move out, but when you told her that Hyuna wasn’t charging you rent, she was ecstatic to help you move out of her humble abode.

You haven’t thought of looking for Johnny until you realise the modelling agency you’re working for expanded, and so now they’re planning on taking on bigger jobs by moving their HQ to Seoul, which means you need to pack up and find a place in a city you barely know.

“Still looking for somewhere to stay?” Hyuna asks, bringing over a mug of wine for you, she’s always been a day drinker, a habit she’s passed on to you.

“Yup,” you say after taking a sip, just what you needed, “thanks for this, it’ll be perfect for my nap when it hits,” you joke truthfully.

“You’re still having issues sleeping?” Hyuna asks, her brows furrowed in worry.

“It’s been a long time now, don’t act all surprised, it’s not going to go away,” you say, deciding to shut your laptop after bookmarking a few places, still a bit over budget, but maybe if you took on more jobs, you’d be able to make ends meet, and maybe no more indulging yourself in expensive food and groceries like you do now, hopefully you’d still have enough for the heating when days get colder.

“The cinnamon candles don’t work?” Hyuna asks, looking at the direction of your room, probably trying to catch a whiff of how strong the scent is.

“It helps, but it takes me forever to fall asleep, but at least I can sleep,” you say, recalling the gruelling times when you couldn’t sleep at all.

“If it’s this bad, it means what you had for him is more than a mere crush-

“He didn’t even say anything, it’s just me, Hyuna, stop giving me false hope, he only cared for me out of pity, we wouldn’t even have met if it wasn’t for my mom,” you defend yourself, it’s true, if he felt the same, he’d speak up, maybe called you or something, your mother probably gave him your number before, Johnny’s a straightforward man.

“Maybe he wasn’t sure of how he feels, how do you know he’s not suffering just like you are if you’re not willing to even give him a call, maybe you could stay with him for a few months before you secure your own place, just to confirm if what you’re feeling is truly just a fickle crush, please,” Hyuna pleads.

“I’ll think about it after my nap,” you say dismissively, leaving your bestie in the living room, she’s going to miss your stubborn ass when you’re gone, but you’ll probably be in better hands if you’re nearer to Johnny.

You don’t know how’d you get here, at Johnny’s doorstep of his big ass house in Gangnam, standing in between two expensive cars.

You had taken up Hyuna’s advice to contact your ‘almost stepfather’.

When you called him, he was surprised to say the least, he hadn't heard from you for three years, he thought you had moved on in life, leaving him as merely a closed chapter.

The phone call had been brief, just a quick congratulations and brief updates before Johnny had to dash off to attend a meeting.

Needless to say, Johnny has been excited for your arrival, he hasn’t stopped wondering how you were since the day he left Busan, he doesn’t know if it’s because he’s missed caring for you while he was with your mother, but ever since that day, he’s had this emptiness in his chest, and just by knowing he’s seeing you soon has relieved this sense of emptiness that was once a hole in his chest.

You finally plucked up the courage to ring the doorbell, quickly stepping aside when you caught whiff of the familiar scent of cinnamon.

Before you know it, you’re being greeted by the familiar alpha, he’s buffed up since the last time you’ve seen, time isn’t an issue for Johnny when he ages like fine wine.

“Hey, come on in,” Johnny says after getting over the initial shock of how much you’ve grown, instead of the little girl that her mother picks fights with, now the little girl standing before him has grown into a beautiful young lady.

Johnny has a new problem now that the emptiness is gone, and it comes in the form of that emptiness being overfilled.

Your scent, it’s different from how he remembered it to be, yes it’s still has the major notes of pear, but he remembers picking it up notes of your mother’s rose scent, which isn’t surprising since sometimes a mother’s scent lingers onto their children, especially if they’re both omegas, but now that you haven’t lived with your mother for so long, he realised that the scent lingered due to proximity, not biology, and it has him reeling.

He thought his desire to care for you is due to the fact that he once had love for your mother, but now that he’s living with you, he realises that the scent of ripe pears was also lingering on your mother just as her scent lingered on you, and now he’s questioning whether he was initially attracted to your mother because of her own scent or the soft but empowering scent of pears.

“Johnny?”

“Yes?” Fuck, he should stop having these stupid questions filling his mind, he isn’t attracted to you, maybe he should get laid soon, maybe it’s purely an instinct thing.

“I was asking you if you could turn up the heating a bit? My body isn’t as warm as an alpha’s” you remind him, but just then a sweater on the sofa catches your attention, “Oh wait, I could just borrow this, you don’t mind right? If not I’ll head up to unpack,” you say, to which Johnny nods, he forgot to even ask you if you wanted to eat anything after your long journey.

The sight of you drowning in his clothes, god, you’re going to be the death of him.

A few days later, after having gotten used to your new living environment, and adjusted to your newfound proper sleeping schedule, to Hyuna’s happiness and her constant ‘I told you sos’, you decided to cook Johnny dinner as the many forms of 'thank yous’ you’ll be giving him.

You decided to cook him a simple pasta to start off, deciding to make your own pesto sauce from scratch, which is why the two of you are spending your Sunday morning at a supermarket, browsing through the many aisles after deciding to splurge on a block of aged parmesan cheese.

You walk towards a pile of fresh basil, but frown when you see the ‘organic’ tag, these are always unnecessarily expensive, so you put the pack of basil down even though the organic ones look a lot fresher.

“Why are you putting them down? They’re a lot fresher than the brand you’re looking at now,” Johnny says before picking up the basil you had discarded.

“Oh, just thought those were a bit too pricey,” you say offhandedly.

“I’m paying, no worries, you don’t have to fret over these miniscule things when you’re with me,” Johnny says with a comforting pat on your head, god, if only he knows what those words do to you, you think to yourself before willing your emotions to be stable, he can’t pick up the spike in your scent, or he’d think you’re a freak.

“But I’m buying today, remember?” you say reminding Johnny of your promise of thanking him for his generosity of letting you stay in his home.

“You said you’d cook as a form of thank you, not buying the groceries and cook,” Johnny says before he places the pack of basil in the cart, “you don’t have to worry about price tags when you’re with me,” Johnny promises before walking ahead, looking back to see you following him with a huff, not used to walking about with someone with such long legs.

“Johnny? Where’s the blender you used this morning for your breakfast shake?” you ask, looking around the expanse of his large kitchen.

“It’s in the third upper shelf from the left,” he says from the couch, apparently he’s checking his emails despite saying he ended work at 6 not too long ago.

You shout out a quick thank you before you follow his directions, opening the cabinet door, you’re quick to recognise the device, standing on your tippy toes to retrieve the blender, you’re surprised by how heavy it is, and when you felt a slight wobble, you suddenly felt a warmth body pressed up behind you as sturdy hands came up to hold onto the blender supporting your smaller hand.

“Careful, this thing’s heavy at the top too, I don’t know why the cover’s so thick,” Johnny jokes as he pulls away with the blender in hand, immediately setting it up for you to use.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you say, glad that he was there, or you’d be cleaning up broken glass now.

“No problem, let me know if you need anything else from the upper cabinets,” Johnny says, smiling as he ruffles your hair before walking away to let you cook, leaving you with butterflies in your tummy.

“Does it taste good?” you ask after tasting a forkful of pesto pasta, you think it’s okay, maybe a little over for the cheese, but Johnny loves cheese, so you purposely incorporated more cheese.

“Tastes great, you’re really good at this, where did you learn all this from?” Johnny asks with a surprised but satisfied smile on his face, he knows you didn’t learn this from your mother, she was a more eastern food type of person.

“Just picked it up from Youtube shorts, those pasta videos are all over my explore page,” you explain with a bashful smile as you try to keep your emotions in check, you’ll die from embarrassment if he picks up your scent getting sweeter.

“Just from a quick short clip? What a smart girl you are,” Johnny compliments, he couldn’t help it, your mother had always complained about you being dumb and clumsy, always never getting top grades, but here you are, learning a quick recipe from a 30 second clip.

Your breath gets caught at the compliment, fuck, your scent definitely changed, you can feel the fuzzy feeling in your tummy again.

“It’s nothing complicated, really, it’s just a simple recipe, it’s no biggie,” you deflect, not used to being complimented this way.

“No, none of that down playing shit, take the compliment as it is, you watched a short clip of a recipe and you recreated it, that’s an achievement,” Johnny says firmly, but with no ill intent, he genuinely doesn’t want you to put yourself down anymore, he knows your mother had conditioned you to look at yourself in a shitty manner, but he’s going to change that.

You nod, mumbling another quick thank you before you go back to eating, feeling the heat behind your ears still.

Johnny isn’t dumb, he picked up on your spike in scent, and the way you look at him, he just wants to stare back into those pretty eyes of yours when he feels them trained on him.

At first it was tolerable, but as the days go by and the weather gets warmer, he sees you walking the house in nothing but shorts and a tee, and he swears you’re not wearing a bra underneath if he looks a bit longer.

Johnny is now out for a long awaited boys’ night with Yuta and Mark at Yuta’s bachelor pad.

“I thought the biggest concern would be that you can’t bring back hot omegas to your place, but you actually have a hot omega in your house, and you’re not going to do anything?” Yuta asked in disbelief.

Fuck, Johnny shouldn’t have shown them your socials, now they’re spewing bullshit instead of helping him.

“Dude, that’s his step daughter, it feels so weird,” Mark says with a huge side eye towards Yuta, which was rather common, since Yuta is the alpha of every omega’s nightmare, unless they’re into freaky shit that is.

“Thank you, Mark, finally someone who sees the logic in this situation,” Johnny said, his tone convincing, but not convincing enough to forget about the way your shorts fit around your bubble butt.

“Johnny didn’t even marry that bitch, and I know you’re a beta, Mark, but can’t you pick up how sweet she is just from Johnny’s clothes, look, man, if you’re not gonna make a move to tap that, I’ll gladly-

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Johnny said with a growl.

Yuta holds his hands up defensively, a smug expression on his face.

“No matter how much you lie to yourself, your alpha wants her, and recognises the connection the two of you share, you can't run away from that, and it's not like you can kick her out now that you offered to let her stay long term," Yuta deduced with a tilt of his head, daring Johnny to come up with a logical retort.

But the tallest amongst them goes quiet, mulling over his choices.

"Even if it's not Yuta hyung, some other alpha's going to be interested in her some day, hyung," Mark reminds Johnny, "and would you be able to stand aside and let someone love her instead of you?"

Johnny's never thought of it that way, in some twisted way, he had always thought you were his little girl, too young to be courted by alphas, but in reality, you're a grown woman now, even if he thinks he's too old for you, other alphas his age aren't going to think that, maybe not even you, you probably see Johnny less of a father figure than what he assumed.

"He's finally using that brain of his," Yuta says on the side to Mark, the two conversing among themselves while they let their friend gather his thoughts.

"How about this," Mark suddenly speaks up, "you could spend some time away from her to clear your mind, if you really miss her during your time away from each other…then you have your answer, dude," Mark suggests, looking at Yuta for affirmation.

"I mean that could work," Yuta says uncertainly, it probably is going to work, although with added risks that he won't be mentioning, he doesn't need Johnny's angry side out with a few drinks in.

"What am I going to say? Where am I going to stay?" Johnny asks, still doubting that this is a good idea, would you be fine with staying all by yourself? You haven't done that before, he thinks, but on the other hand, your mother was very much an absent parent.

"You could crash at my place, man, what could go wrong? I'll clean up the guest room for you and it'll be just like home," Mark suggests, immediately going to his phone to make a list of things to buy, like toilet paper and booze, he misses having sleepovers with his bro, and this is the perfect opportunity to make up for loss time.

"I'm leaving for a month for a business trip," Johnny tells you in the midst of having dinner together at this Japanese restaurant you had suggested, the fresh prawn tempura doesn't taste as nice anymore, now that he's bringing this up.

"Oh, that's abrupt, where to?" you ask, hoping you don't look visibly upset, but Johnny could tell from your crestfallen eyes, he could feel his own alpha struggling to take over and comfort you, yeah, he really needs time away from you if his alpha is acting this way.

"Back to Busan, my business partners are debating on opening a headquarters there, just to make things easier on the management and shipping side of things," Johnny lies, he already has a HQ in Busan, but he doesn't oversee it, god forbid he runs into your mother after everything.

"Oh, okay, do you need me to do anything with the house while you're gone other than watering the plants?" you ask, taking a sip of your green tea to swallow down your nerves, what if he sees her again?

"No, just be there to look over the weekly maids and everything would be fine," Johnny says with a sense of finality, for him, not you, because after telling you, there's no backing out, he's going to go through this like the man he is.

Everything was fine until it wasn't, and it started off with an ache in his head, it wasn't extremely painful, but it was consistent enough for him to down an advil every 12 hours.

He'd been drowning himself in work and the gym and brushed it off as a sign of fatigue, but when the headache shows no sign of fading even on a long weekend, he starts to worry, and then Mark drops another bomb on him.

"Dude, you’re starting to smell different, is your rut starting soon?"

Johnny freezes up from his position on the couch, the morning news talking about some light earthquake that happened last night, usually he'd be very focused on news like this, but his mind is now blank.

"Dude you alright? That headache you keep talking about, it's probably your rut-

"But it can't be, my rut isn't due for another 2 months," Johnny says in disbelief, quickly checking his calendar, just to double check.

"I don't know, man, but that's how you smelled like when you start your pre rut symptoms, maybe go check it out at the doctor's?" Mark suggests, stealing the bag of chips Johnny opened on the coffee table, happily munching away while his friend quickly books a doctor's appointment.

It's probably nothing, Johnny assures himself, he's been eating well, resting well, it's probably just a flu or something, he brushes off.

"Mr Suh, I fear that there are a few questions I need to ask you in regards to your condition," Doctor Park asks, his face a bit grim, if Johnny's getting some death disease then he's booking a flight to see the aurora lights, stat, there's no way he's going down without doing all the wild shit on his bucket list.

"Am I dying, doc?" Johnny asks, preparing himself for the worst, maybe stage 4 cancer, maybe some incurable shit that's passed down from the family that miraculously skipped his grandparents and parents.

"No, Mr Suh, I'm afraid you had unknowingly imprinted on someone, which is why I'm going to ask you now, are you seeing someone at the moment?" Doctor Park asks.

"No, not at all," Johnny replies, a half truth, since you're on his mind all the time.

"Then are you perhaps interested in someone? And you see that someone quite often?" the doctor asks, sceptical that an alpha this attractive is single, he could hear the nurses gushing about his patient when he walked in, even if he was blind he'd know this young man is considered attractive.

"Well, there is someone I'm somewhat attracted to, but I don't think to the point where I'd unknowingly imprint on them? And what does this have to do with my upcoming rut?" Johnny asks, still in denial that he actually imprinted on you, maybe the doctor just misdiagnosed him.

"Based on the information you've given me, you're having constant headaches, no appetite, and an upcoming early rut? Those are all symptoms of mate withdrawal, or in your case, potential mate withdrawal," Doctor Park says with a slight judgement in his voice.

"Is this…permanent?" Johnny asks, he's never been scared of things, but right now, he feels like he's a kid on a roller coaster again.

"There's a procedure to remove the imprint, however it'll be very painful, and I suggest you quickly check on the person you imprinted on, they might be having these symptoms as well, however usually the one that imprints feels it first, so you still have some time to figure things out, now excuse me while I go sort of your medication," the doctor says before leaving Johnny in the room alone.

Johnny quickly makes a quick search on where to get imprint removal in the country, just in case, and he curses when he sees the many warnings and symptoms of the removal treatment.

Doctor Park comes back in with a bag of medication, he pulls them out one by one.

"The violet pills are to numb the imprint in general, blue for your headaches, twice a day, green for your appetite loss, and red is to defer your rut if you wish to do so, however I don't suggest you taking too many of these as it worsens the effects of your actual rut when the medication can no longer withstand your rut hormones, take all of these after meals, and get sufficient rest, and please think this through as soon as possible," Doctor Park says before dismissing him for his next patient.

"So… what did the doctor say, man, you don't look too happy, but at least you look like you got more life in your face now," Mark says, gesturing at Johnny's face that is now less pale than when he left this morning.

"Yeah, I took some medicine, that's why, and I also found out that I imprinted on her," Johnny spilled, which earned the biggest and fruitiest gasps that he only hears from his beta friend.

"I'm sorry? Imprinted? Like for real dude? How did that happen?" Mark was in shock, but he was also curious, he's heard of imprints, but they rarely happen, especially with the dating culture nowadays.

"Not sure, the only good news is that I'm the one that imprinted on her, so I still have some time to think this through," Johnny says, just a heads up to Mark that he won't be rushing to pack his bags and move out of his home.

"Wouldn't she be affected also? And, what's there to think through? You wanna get it removed? That shit stings like a bitch from what I heard, even if you're willing to remove the imprint, there's no telling she would, and what if she falls sick while you're here-

"Stop, I just need a few more days, then I'll be out of your hair," Johnny says dismissively, heading back to his room for some peace of mind.

"Should we update Yuta on this?"

"Suit yourself, I won't change my mind regardless," Johnny says before shutting his door, ready for a long night's sleep.

Johnny knows you're fine, he's been staying up to date with you by asking you to water his plants everyday, today he even went as far as asking about your personal health, and true to the doctor's words, you haven't been feeling any withdrawal symptoms yet, and because of this, Johnny’s glad he bit the bullet and went for the check up early.

Anxious, that's what Johnny felt the last few days, the dismissive front he had masked on days ago now crumbling as he tossed and turned in his bed.

Johnny had felt tired after work today, which was odd, because he had purposely made himself a coffee before he left work to go to his scheduled workout at the gym, however, he had felt drained once he left the parking bay, which is why he ate a quick dinner of cup noodles and slept.

He had slept peacefully the first two hours, but after he woke up to go to the bathroom, sleep just couldn't seem to come back to him.

The sleep leaves Johnny as the prickling in his head grows, but he's taken his pills, why is he still reacting to the withdrawal symptoms?

Then he feels it, that sinking feeling in his stomach, he immediately hops out of bed, grabbing his wallet and car keys before dashing out of the door, a confused Mark who was watching a basketball game jolts at the harsh opening of his bedroom door.

"What's the problem, man? It's midnight, where are you going?" Mark asks, but nonetheless, he turns off the telly, following behind Johnny, he's never seen Johnny this anxious, he's not gonna leave him be at a time like this.

"I think something happened at home, but I don't know what, I need to check up on her," Johnny replies as he frantically watches the panel counting down to the car park levels.

"I'll go with you, it's late and if you need help, I'll be there," Mark offers, not questioning how true Johnny's hunch is.

It was quiet when he stepped into his home, but that wasn't out of the ordinary for you, you're not the type to stay up watching TV, but the weird thing is that there wasn't a single light on in the living area, you'd always leave a light on at night.

Then Johnny noticed how faint your scent was, you didn't tell him you'd be staying anywhere else tonight, but it smells like you haven't been here for half a day at least.

Johnny quickly traces your scent to your room, he opens the door, and the sight of you lying on the desk with your head down sends a chill down his spine, yes you might have fallen asleep, but you've told him multiple times that you can only sleep on a bed.

So he tries to shake you awake, but to no avail.

Mark was calling the ambulance before Johnny even asked him to, an unconscious omega is nothing to joke about.

Then everything was a blur, Mark drove Johnny's car while he sat in the ambulance with you, holding onto your hand as the medics asked him basic questions.

Johnny met up with Mark in the emergency area where he was ushered beyond the curtains due to your privacy.

"What did the doctor say?"

"Her life isn't in any danger, but they need to run more tests to confirm that it is imprint withdrawal symptoms," Johnny says, still focused on where you were wheeled in.

Then the doctor comes out, a stoic expression on his face.

"As you had predicted, Mr Suh, she is indeed going through withdrawal symptoms, so she's going to be hooked onto some drips and be given some medicine, nothing to worry about, however, please step up as a mate and actually be there for her," the doctor says with a slight edge to his tone.

"Yes, doctor," Johnny said, scratching the back of his head, embarrassed that as a man in his thirties is still struggling with professing his feelings.

Johnny watches your pale face, he did this, he’s to blame.

“Mr Suh, I’m sorry, but visiting hours are going to end soon,” the doctor informs.

“I wish to stay overnight to look after her,” Johnny says, as he texts Mark to find your essentials, thick sweaters and sweatpants, any skincare you have laying around.

“My apologies, Mr Suh, but you’re only eligible to sleepover if you book the VIP room where a proper bed is prepared for you, it’s company policy,” of course they got this greedy policy.

“Just charge it on my tab, get her the VIP room, immediately,” Johnny says, standing up from the chair he’d thought he’d be hunched over sleeping in.

“Gladly, Mr Suh, Nurse Park, please add Mr Suh into the overnight list and fetch your team to have the patient shifted.”

Johnny sighs as he follows you, keeping a keen eye when the team of nurses wheel you to your new room.

Marks drop by your things and he gets to work, cleaning your face with a towel and using the products that he recognises its uses of, he’s not a pro, but he does have a skincare routine himself too. Then, he tucks you in bed, pulling the blanket as high as your chin, knowing that you get cold easily.

Then Johnny slips off into slumber on the bed next to yours, fatigue consuming him after the stressful hour he had, but most importantly, sleep came to him because you’re finally in his presence again.

The first thing that you saw was how obnoxiously white the ceiling was, you’re quite fucking sure you had told Johnny to help you colour the ceiling black ages ago when you first moved in, wait, what happened to the silk sheets Johnny had splurged on you? Why are the sheets so rough against your skin?

You jolted up when you felt the tug of something connected to your arm, your eyes going as wide as saucers when you see that you’re currently in a hospital room, at first you thought you were kidnapped for your organs or whatever, until your nose picked up on the familiar sweet scent of cinnamon, you averted your gaze to the bed beside yours, seeing the view of Johnny’s back.

You carefully walked to him, cursing silently at the IV drip attached to you.

“Johnny,” you called to him, shaking him slightly, his contracting muscles at his shoulders alerting you that he’s waking up.

“Sweetheart? Why are you up? Let me get the doctor,” Johnny says urgently, scrambling up from bed.

“Wait, Johnny, why am I in the hospital? How did I end up here?” you ask, seeking answers in those panic stricken honey brown eyes that usually exude confidence.

“I…,” Johnny looks so lost at words at that moment, his entire confident businessman front is nowhere to be seen, he shakes his head, seemingly trying to get his composure together.

“It’s okay, you can take your time,” you reassure, sitting down beside him on the squeaky bed, an encouraging smile on your lips.

“I imprinted on you and didn’t know what to do, so I lied about going on a business trip to sort out my thoughts, I didn’t know you’d be affected by the withdrawal symptoms so quickly, I shouldn’t have trusted the doctor’s prediction, I should’ve consulted you, I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I put your life in danger even though I promised you I’d do anything to protect you,” Johnny confesses, his shoulders sagging after he’s spilled the entire story, his chest heaving as he struggles not to let his tears fall, he had put you in danger, he doesn’t deserve to be your alpha, he should’ve signed up for the imprint removal as soon as possible back then.

“Hey, Johnny, it’s alright, we all need time to think things through, I’m alive, I might’ve done the same in your footsteps, so don’t beat yourself over it,” you say, mind drifting to all the times you had felt very tired or had zero appetite for no particular reason, glad that you finally found the source of all your problems, all because of this cute alpha in front of you whose scent is so sour,

“If it makes you feel any better, I had the ulterior motive of wanting us to become something more too, when you were away, I thought you’d left me alone for good, so please don't even think about removing our imprint, please,” you plead, you sound a bit pathetic, if you’re honest, begging for a man to stay, but you don’t want his heart constantly out the door while his body hangs around, you went through that with your mother, you don’t want to go through that with Johnny as well, and you think Johnny understands what you mean too, because he releases calming pheromones, pulling you into his embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere you don’t want me to be, sweetheart, never,” Johnny promises you.

You bury yourself impossibly closer, but a crackling sound in his pocket pulls you out of your moment with Johnny.

“What’s that?” you ask, looking at Johnny for answers, watching him dig through his pocket, a packet of medicine is brought out.

“I had to take them while I was away from you, to deal with the side effects of imprint withdrawal from you,” Johnny explains.

“You won’t be needing them anymore then,” you say, ready to go home with your alpha.

Your relationship with Johnny has progressed smoothly, albeit rather slow, what you appreciate though, is that Johnny is a traditional man, going through the process of courting you, buying you flowers whenever he needs to leave for the office, cooking you food, buying you gifts once in a while, from simple things like a box of macarons to expensive jewellery.

What you didn’t expect was to find another package of medicine, when you decided to put his coat into the dryer, a packet of red pills that you recognised from a month ago.

“Johnny!” you called out to the alpha sitting on the couch, the evening news on.

“Why are you still taking these?” you ask, holding up the packet of visible red pills in your hand.

Conflict draws upon Johnny’s face, a frown between the creases of his brows.

“I didn’t want to let you know, but my rut is coming soon, so I’ve been delaying it as long as I can, I didn’t know if you’d like to, or if you’re ready for it, I’m actually prepared to spend it alone, I just didn’t know how to tell you-

“I’d love to spend your rut with you, so you won’t be needing these anymore,” you say, dumping the pills into a nearby trash bin,

“No! Wait-

“Taking suppressants are bad for you, Johnny-

“But you might not be ready, have you ever spent a rut with an alpha?” Johnny asks, but his wolf side is gnawing at his chest at the thought of its omega being with another alpha.

“I haven’t, but my heat is approaching too, and I don’t wish to spend it locked in my room anymore,” you cringe thinking about how your mother had warned you when you first presented that you should never ever sleep with anyone until you’re legally binded to one another, and that you should just suffer through your heats like a ‘righteous’ omega.

“Your heat is approaching soon too? Do you want to spend it at home or would you want us to go to heat hotels?” Johnny asks, but all you could focus on was the wording ‘us’.

“At home would be great, I want to nest a bit longer after my heat breaks,” you explain.

“Okay, we’ll go through this together,” your alpha reassures you.

The sexual tension between the two of you was so thick that a knife would've sliced through it, your approaching heat meant that your body temperature was rising steadily, that meant you had switched out your comfy sweat sets for cropped tees and cute house shorts, and the new expanse of exposed skin has Johnny struggling to concentrate on his work whenever he takes his work to the living room for a change of environment.

“Should he engage with you before your heat hits or should he wait and continue earning your validation?

You probably don’t have any extreme standards towards Johnny, but he has expectations for himself, like just the other day, he took you to a Japanese omakase, it was expensive, but your fascination towards the chef’s skill was worth every penny.

Other than that, he’s bought you flowers almost everyday, Mark had called him old schooled, courting you like what an alpha would do back in the 70s.

Johnny doesn’t really see this as a form of courting, he’s only giving you what you weren’t allowed to access in life, she was a selfish woman, she’d spent good money on a car before spending money on your needs. He recalls how you used to eat more on days where Johnny took both you and your mother out for dates, when he had asked you back then when your mother had walked away to the loo, that you don’t usually get to eat food this good, or this plenty when it was only the two of you.

Johnny curses to himself when he thinks of it, he should’ve realised this sooner, how your mother was treating you with such blatant dislike, he thought your relationship was rocky, he hadn’t known or expected that you were abused and neglected by her all along.

“What’s with the frown on your face, love?” you ask when you came round after fetching yourself a glass of water, taking a seat next to the warm alpha, you’re rather warm these days, which is why you’ve been layering less, so that you could still cuddle Johnny comfortably.

“Nothing, was wondering where you were at,” Johnny says, he doesn’t want to bring it up, you always have melancholy swimming in your eyes whenever he mentions your excuse of a mother, it’s better to not mention the past now that you’re having a good day.

“Corny alpha,” you tease, snuggling to his side, purring when his scent begins to envelope the two of you, you had specifically told Johnny that the scent of cinnamon calms you down, that you love smelling like him, consenting yourself to be scented by him at any opportunity.

“It’s work, isn’t it? Let’s take a break, how about a nap?” you suggest with an excited smile, you love being cuddled to sleep, his scent is a remedy for your insomnia.

“You should’ve become a negotiator,” Johnny says as he lifts you up in his arms, earning a squeal from you.

“I could’ve walked myself, you know,” you say breathlessly in between giggles, being carried by Johnny always makes you giddy, like you were a child all over again.

“What’s the fun in that?” Johnny retorts as he lays you down gently on his bed, and instantly his arms come circling your waist once more, Johnny can’t describe it, but whenever he pulls you into his embrace, his alpha feels like it’s coming home, having memorised your every touch, and when your smile falls a little, his alpha is clawing at his chest to prod why.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Johnny asks, his hand reaching up to cradle your cheek.

“Can I ask you something Johnny?” that question worries Johnny, but he nods regardless, he promised to himself he’d face whatever problems the two of you may come across.

“What did you see in her back then? And what do you see in me? I don’t look anything like her,” you add on, choosing to be honest with him with your insecurities, your physical features have always taken after your father, or your male producer, since that’s all he’s done for you.

Johnny stills, he didn’t expect you to ask anything like that, and he sighs, knowing that he’d have to come clean to you sooner or later.

“I was attracted to the faint scent of pears mixed with roses when I first bumped into your mother, it was so calming to me, and at that time I guess I was young, and I wanted someone who was serious with me I guess, and maybe partly because it was kinda cool, bragging to my friends that I bagged myself a milf, it was just lots of bad decisions, really, especially when I realised that the scent I found comforting didn’t even belong to the person I was seeing, and I never thought you looked like your mother, she is her own beauty, and you are your own,” Johnny confesses and reassures, unknowingly, he’s breathing in your scent now, to calm his nerves.

“All of us make mistakes, Johnny, I’m just glad you don’t see me as an extension of her, that worried me the most to be honest,” you say truthfully, “that was my biggest worry.”

“You have nothing to worry about, if you do, that means I’m fucking something up,” Johnny jokes, but with a full sense of seriousness to it, and he looks into your eyes, trying his best to convey the message that this is serious, that you’re everything to him.

“Stop looking at me like that, go to sleep, you need it,” you say, laying your head on Johnny’s pillow and his shoulder, the support your neck needed after a day of editing videos.

“I think you needed this nap more than me,” Johnny notes with a teasing tone, but nonetheless, does as you’re told, closing his eyes to drift off to peaceful slumber with you.

When Johnny wakes up, he feels your body next to his, impossibly close, and also alarmingly hot, he jerks awake, seeing your forehead beaded with sweat, immediately he knew your heat has approached, or is coming soon, he could also feel his rut arriving, having triggered by your heat, he concludes when he feels the prickly feeling he gets at the back of his neck, a sign of his upcoming rut.

Should he wake you up? You never enjoy being woken up for no reason, but he could smell your scent sweeten, meaning that you’re probably getting wet by whatever dream you’re having.

Johnny made up his mind to wake you up at half past six, then you’d at least have two hours of sleep, for now, he’s going to make some porridge in his rice cooker, so you’d have some light food to have if your heat is put on a pause, Johnny’s never been so glad for having a stocked up fridge more than now, he has to move quick, he doesn’t want you, or more so, your omega in distress if you find him gone from the bed.

Johnny finishes up the last step of his mother’s old recipe before he dashes back into his room, you were still sleeping, rolling around in the pile of clothes Johnny had placed surrounding you, a makeshift nest ro help you sleep better, and it worked, seeing how you’re sweating a bit less, your face a bit less tensed.

Johnny looks at the time on the clock, you’ve been sleeping for almost three hours now, it’s time to wake you up if he wants to make it on time for dinner to be done.

“Hey, baby, time to wake up, you’ve been sleeping for a long time amd, don’t panic, but I think your heat is here, do you still want me around? If not I could probably look for a heat hotel for myself,” Johnny reassures, even though you’ve told him many times that you’re perfectly fine with spending your heat and rut together.

“I wouldn’t want to spend it any other way, Johnny,” you say with utmost confidence, knowing that if you didn’t Johnny’s going to overthink himself not to.

“Okay,” Johnny replied with a shaky breath, he’s never been nervous to sleep with an omega, but this is you, the person that matters most in his life, it’s expected of him to be on his nerves.

Although without mark, you could feel how nervous Johnny is through his scent, the sweet cinnamon having a twinge of sour, any other alpha would’ve lost control at this point, but Johnny hasn’t even complained about his awful blue balls even once, and is instead contributing to his own pain, and so you decide to help him out, or you’d be lying in your own puddle of arousal and still you wouldn’t have came even once.

“Tell me what you want to do with me,” you suggest before you seal your lips with his, in hopes that it’d motivate him to be more expressive with you, that if you can’t lead Johnny himself to make a move on you, that Johnny’s alpha would.

Instantly, Johnny’s hands held onto your hips possessively, his face nuzzles into your neck, his tongue flicking dangerously at the spot which might bind you closer than the imprint, but you expose your neck still, your omega doing the thinking for you in this haze of lust your body is driven to.

When he brushes his teeth against your sliver of neck, you instantly feel a new flood of arousal, your scent now heavily dousing the air Johnny breathes in.

Johnny curses, and you know why, you could feel his large cock twitching in his pants, the tip grinding against your puffy clit through the many layers of clothing, the rough material encouraging you to swivel your hips faster, your mind in a frenzy to seek more pleasure, but Johnny ceases all your movements with his strong hands.

“You asked me what I wanted to do with you,” Johnny says before his hands pry your clothed cheeks apart, dropping his head to your shoulder before he inhales deeply, almost growling at the sweet spike of your scent, “I want a taste, sweetheart, could you give me that?” Johnny asks after pulling away, his eyes hooded, a red hue painted on his honey brown eyes.

“Okay-y,” you say shakily, preparing to hop off of your alpha, but Johnny ceases your movements once more, causing you to whine, your omega disliking the fact that you’re getting denied from your sweet pleasure.

“I want you to ride my face, baby,” Johnny demands, pushing you upwards his body, getting you to move as you quickly nod your head, one of your oldest fantasies of Johnny coming true right now.

Johnny helps you remove your pants and underwear, his eyes zoning in on your slicked up pussy.

“Beautiful, so fucking pretty, and all mine,” Johnny admires aloud before he jerks your body downwards, attaching his tongue to your cunt, lapping away like some mutt, his tongue greedily catches all your sweet juices before he thrusts his tongue inside your core, groaning at the way your warm velvet walls cocoon around his tongue, his mind reeling at the thought of having his cock deep inside you, how tight you’d feel around him.

Johnny’s pace is too fast, he has you grabbing the headboard, toes clenched as you whimper at the feeling of his flexible tongue and sharp nose digging at your clit when he started moving your hips for you, you’re most certainly fucking his face now, and when you thought things couldn’t feel any better, Johnny exchanges his tongue with three of his fingers and he traps your clit in between his lips, sucking hard, he had feared his jaw would really go slack if he keeps up with the strenuous routine for too long.

However, the added thickness and length quickly has you screaming, the tips of his fingers finally reaching your sensitive spot, and so you fall apart, screaming.

“Fuck, so good, daddy,” you say as you weakly grind against Johnny’s face, not registering the fact that the man under you had frozen up, but he lets you continue nonetheless, savouring your sweet release on his taste buds.

When you’re finally done riding out your high, Johnny gently flips you to his spot, now he’s hovering over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I didn’t expect you to spill that dirty little secret to daddy this soon, my sweetheart,” Johnny says as he brushes your hair out of your face, admiring your flushed face.

Your heart drops at Johnny’s words, cursing at your lack of clarity whilst you're entrapped in this sex crazed heat.

“Don’t be so worried baby, you don’t need to hide yourself from daddy,” Johnny reassures before he kisses you softly, tasting yourself on his tongue.

With Johnny’s reassurance, you uncover yourself and start roaming your hands up his shirt to have a touch of Johnny’s chiselled body, he deduces that he can wait no longer, quickly jerking off his pants, his large cock hung in between his strong thighs, Johnny jerks off his cock with his hands as he admires your bare body, he feels himself battling with his wolf side, the desire to fuck, breed, and claim nagging his mind.

“You can still back out, sweetheart, go while my rut hasn’t entirely consumed me,” Johnny reminds you.

“No, please, I need this, I need you, daddy,” you say as you spread your legs, sitting up to reach for Johnny’s cock, but before you could even touch him, Johnny gently pushes you down the bed with one hand, the other gripping his dick in his hands, guiding himself to your entrance.

Johnny intertwines his hand with yours, hands locked next to your head as you feel his gaze burning into yours, slowly, you feel him breaching your ring of muscle, your walls opening up bit by bit as he fills you up slowly.

A whimper escapes you as you feel him surely filling you up to the brim.

“I’m sorry, baby, just a little bit more, you’re more than halfway in, baby, you’re doing a good job for me,” Johnny coos, his thumb brushing against your knuckles, an action he does whenever he picks up your anxiety spike in your scent.

When you’ve swallowed his length whole, Johnny lets you adjust to his size, distracting you by kissing you passionately, hoping that his lips would suffice as a distraction from the burn you’re feeling down there, and slowly, the burning feeling turns into slow but steady twinges of pleasure, and the fullness is driving your omega crazy, and now she’s craving for a big fat knot.

“You can move now, daddy,” you say, in a reassuring tone, your hand squeezing Johnny’s.

Johnny nods, before he pulls his hand away, choosing to hold your hips for better control, he thrusts shallowly, needing to gauge your reaction before he really starts, and the reaction is immediate, the friction of your walls against his bare cock is too good, moaning at the slight movement.

Johnny takes this as a positive sign, his alpha crooning, he pulls out most of his length, leaving the tip in before he thrusts back into you in one stroke, groaning at the way you clench around him.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so tight, so wet,” Johnny mumbles, more to himself since you’re getting lost by how Johnny almost immediately locates your sweet spot again, a whine leaving you as your toes clench and your nails drag down his back, and the pain fuels Johnny, knowing that he could drive you mad just from his dick alone.

“Alpha, please…”

Johnny’s cock twitches at hearing you beg, he doesn’t even need to dick train you, your daddy issues alone have moulded you into his perfect princess.

“Please what, sweetheart? You need to be specific,” Johnny demands, a hand coming to rub circles on your clit, he knows you’re very wet by now, but he wants you to unclench yourself, it’s not going to be pleasurable if you’re constantly tense.

“I…” you stutter, how can you voice the fact that you want him to move because you’re insanely horny? But the encouraging smile and constant calming pheromones in the air has you caving in, and maybe your omega is getting frustrated too.

“Want you to move faster, please daddy,” you say in a seductive, yet shy whisper, before you add on something absolutely unfiltered from your omega’s mind, “make your omega feel good.”

Johnny lets out an appreciative growl, ready to accept the challenge after hearing you call yourself his.

Johnny ploughs his cock inside you at a rapid pace, his hands grabbing, digging into your ass cheeks as he most literally, rocks your world.

You could feel yourself slipping away from sanity, choked moans leaving your parted lips as Johnny rearranges your guts, hooking one of your legs around his waist so that he could thrust deeper inside you, upholding your request of being filled with his cum.

A loud whine escapes you as you let yourself be manhandled, anything is fine by you as long as you could feel this overwhelming amount of pleasure going through your body.

You hold onto Johnny’s tricep as you feel yourself being rushed into another high.

“Daddy!” you gasp out once the dam of pleasure finally breaks, figuratively and literally, because the next thing you could register in your heat crazed haze is that your pelvis and Johnny’s luscious looking thighs are drenched with your release.

Your eyes widen comically as you take in the fact that you just squirted, the apology on the tip of your tongue.

However, Johnny beats you to it, voicing his positive thoughts over it.

“Fuck, baby, can’t believe you squirted just like that, your tight little hole couldn’t handle daddy’s big cock, am I right?” Johnny asks, his tone so gentle, yet his words so filthy, and that has your heart doing somersaults and your pussy clenching enthusiastically.

Then your heart drops, the love fest interrupts your train of thoughts, Johnny hasn’t cum yet.

“Daddy, you haven’t cum,” you said, immediately clenching onto the girth inside you, but Johnny grips your hips to halt you.

“You must be tired, let your body rest before your heat consumes you again,” Johnny suggests, prepared to pull out of you.

“No! Please, daddy, I need your cum, your knot, or I’d feel empty…daddy,” the last part came out as a whisper, still not being used to voicing out your carnal desires even though it’s perfectly normal, especially during one’s heat.

Johnny gives you a soft smile, a hand caressing your face before he kisses you gently on the lips.

“Present yourself,” your alpha says to you before he pulls himself out, kneeling before your beautiful body, choosing to let you make the move.

And so you did, slowly lifting yourself, turning around and presenting yourself, on your knees with your ass arched up, your pussy glistening even under the minimal lighting in the room.

Johnny curses under his breath before he quickly seathes himself back inside you, groaning at the welcoming walls that he once again sank into.

“Don’t hold back, alpha, take what you need,” you say, twisting your neck to get a glimpse at the beautiful man you’re able to call yours.

Johnny curses under his breath before he resumes the punishing pace he had going on before you reached your high. You’re really starting to think you’re a masochist, the way you enjoy the slight burn from the overstimulation has all the signs showing that you can no longer deny.

“Is my baby a pain slut? Whining that it hurts, but I can still feel your pussy getting wetter for me,” Johnny teases as he slows down his thrusts, putting more emphasis on fucking you deeper, now that you’ve came.

All you could do was nod between sniffles, struggling to agree with your alpha verbally, knowing that most men find that sexy, but Johnny coos, he knows what you want to convey, and the fact that you couldn’t even speak your mind whilst he fucks you just drives his confidence through the roof.

Before he knows it, Johnny could feel his cock bulging up, his knot forming, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around him so closely, and his knot hasn’t even finished swelling up.

Johnny whispers sweet encouragements in your ears as you whimper at the foreign feeling of being knotted.

Soon after, his knot starts to deflate, spurts of cum painting your walls white as he calls your name sweetly, almost moaning.

And slowly, the stream comes to a stop, you were in and out of it during the time of you and Johnny being locked together, dozing off as Johnny has his arms wrap around your body, scenting you even though you are most definitely drenched in his scent from the constant physical attachment, but he understands you well enough that you need this on an emotional level.

“You can still leave if you don’t want to spend my rut with me, I can feel it starting soon, maybe give or take a few hours,” Johnny reminds you, giving you one last chance to leave if you decide to not spend a rut with him yet, which is respectable, the two of you haven’t been dating that long, most people at least wait a year of dating before spending such a vulnerable time together.

“I’m sure, Johnny,” you reassured him as you brush the flyaways from his handsome face.

“Then let’s get some food before we fuck like bunnies again,” Johnny jokes before he whisks you away to the direction of his kitchen, tummy rumbling now that you caught whiff of the scent of delicious food, you just hope your alpha is able to keep his hands to himself long enough after you guy finish washing the dishes.

You smile to yourself at the realisation, that even with all the uncertainty that started off between the two of you, the situation with your mother and how Johnny used to keep you at arm’s length, in the end, you win.

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pairing: hades!johnny x persephone!reader

cw: smut, greek gods!au, husband!johnny, fem!reader, pet names, teasing, use of titles (king, queen, your majesty), oral sex (receiving), fingering, body worship, finger sucking, riding, mating press, lil bit of praising, creampie, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, lowkey dumbification

song rec: won’t by tanerélle | aphrodite by rini | in a week by hozier | 7th heaven by quin

"Where is she?"

"Where she always is."

Johnny's long legs carried him in long strides through the palace, bursting through the doors at the end of the corridor.

The moment he stepped outside, he could already feel your warmth radiating through the entire garden, looking much more lively than in the past six months.

Johnny found himself out here more often than not with the wilting flowers and dying trees, longing for your return just as he had. Now, life was coursing through the entire garden, the tall standing trees rustling in the breeze, flowers blossoming all around his feet. He could feel your presence growing stronger the further he walked.

When he finally spotted you, you had your back to him. And Johnny could already feel his heart hammering against his chest.

Just laying eyes on you, it seemed his lungs were finally able to intake the oxygen around him a little easier.

Without even looking away from the plants you were bringing back to life, you spoke,

"What did I tell you about those boots in my garden, John?"

Johnny looked down at his feet and then at the trail of scorched earth behind him.

"Sorry," he mumbled. He kicked off his shoes and continued toward you.

You finally turned around, and Johnny felt like it was the first time again. You stood from the dirt, your long dress flowing around you and slightly waving in the wind.

Johnny's arms were immediately around you, pulling you to him.

Your heart had ached for this man for half the year, and it almost felt like your chest would explode, finally being in his arms again.

You ran your hands up his arms to his shoulders, one of them cupping his face.

"Hi." Johnny's heart melts at the way your eyes sparkle at him.

Johnny sighs, nuzzling his face into your touch, "Hi."

"Six months have felt like an eternity away from you, my love."

"I know. It's been hell here without you."

You laughed, "That joke doesn't get any better, babe."

"It made you laugh, though," Johnny grinned.

"Because it was terrible. Leave them to Mark," you patted his chest.

"Fine."

. . .

Anything he needed to do today was quickly pushed back to tomorrow at least, Johnny not wanting anything other than to be with you right now.

Your feet mindlessly swayed in the air as you lay on your stomach face to face with your lover. You rest your chin on Johnny's chest, studying the details of his face as if they would have changed much in the past few thousand years you've been married.

"Have you been sleeping? You look tired," you frown, noticing the dark circles around his eyes.

"I'm fine," he told you. The look in your eyes was enough for him to know you don't believe him. "I've just been working a lot, that's it. And it's kinda hard to sleep when you're not here."

You sat up on your knees before swinging one of your legs over his waist to straddle him.

"I'm sorry about that, baby," you pout, caressing his face.

"You should be," Johnny teased, pecking your lips, "But now you can make it up to me," he whispered.

"Anything for you, my King," you teasingly whispered back.

Johnny's hands on your waist moved down to cup your ass. You slide one of your hands over the silky material of his shirt, grab the back of his neck, and deepen the kiss.

Johnny's hands fell to your thighs, slowly pushing the skirt of your dress up. A shiver ran down your spine, your stomach coiling from excitement. Johnny slipped his tongue into your mouth when you dragged your hips against his, trying to relieve built-up pressure between your thighs.

Your back met the mattress, your head lying against the pillows as Johnny's body occupied the space between your legs.

His hands wandered all over your body, cupping your breast, squeezing your thigh; it was all too much but not enough.

Johnny's lips traveled down to your neck, softly kissing you there. He bunched up the fabric of your dress in his hands, pushing it up to your hips. He bit and sucked your skin, making his way down your body.

"So, so beautiful," he mutters between kisses down your stomach.

Johnny touches you like he doesn't have every inch of your body memorized already; as if it were his first time with you.

He pushes your knees apart, settling between your legs. He slowly kisses his way up your inner thighs, digging his nails into your skin when he hears the faintest whimper or whines fall from your lips.

With a subtle wave of his fingers, your panties are discarded to ashes. Any other time you would've chastised his use of his powers, but you couldn't care in the slightest.

Johnny's predatory gaze falls to your pussy, only a few inches away from his face.

"You gonna let me taste you, sweetness?"

You eagerly nodded, "Please, Johnny," you said so faintly it was almost a whisper.

Johnny smirked, lowering his head and flattening his tongue against your lips. You moaned, rolling your hips into his mouth. He teasingly circled your slit with the tip of his tongue before bringing his attention to your clit. You lifted your hips off the bed, raising them against his face before Johnny held your hips, keeping them pinned to the bed.

"Patience, baby. 186 days, I've waited for this. To have you again," he placed both your legs over his shoulders, giving your thighs more kisses, "So, I will take my time if I please."

He ran his tongue through your folds, your juices reminding him of sweet nectar on his tastebuds. Your eyes rolled back, bliss written all over your face as you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you. Johnny wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, resulting in your back arching away from the bed.

You brought one of your hands to his head, fingernails lightly scratching his scalp.

"Gods, John, please don't stop."

Johnny moans into your pussy in response. Your legs threaten to close around his head, but he doesn't give them a chance to, hooking his arms under your thighs and keeping them apart to allow him to continue to eat you out like a starved man.

The one thing Johnny wishes he could do for the rest of his immortal life, it's to give you pleasure. The sounds you make, the look on your face, the way your body trembles, all of it; Johnny wishes to be the source of it all for the rest of time.

"Johnny—fuck. Always make me feel so good," you whine.

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

"Yes, m'so close," you mumble, nodding.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge before finally falling over. A loud cry of Johnny's name bounced off the walls, surely heard by the palace staff everywhere.

Even after already cumming, you couldn't help the thoughts running rampant in your head, feeling your skin burn under his touch as he lapped at your folds. It aroused you, even more, having him use his strength against you, knowing he can't hurt you even if he tried.

He left you with one last kiss on your knee before he sat up. You lazily watched your husband begin to undress. He noticed your eyes on him and teasingly undid the buttons of his black silk shirt slowly. You sat up, the fatigue from your first orgasm no longer existent. A smirk was planted on your face as your eyes drank in the man before you.

Johnny could see from his spot at the foot of the bed the lust swirling around your irises and practically smell your arousal seeping onto the bed sheets.

Getting impatient, you slide off the bed and stand in front of Johnny, hooking a finger in the belt loop of his pants, tugging him closer. Your lips meet in a messy, desperate kiss, your teeth and tongue clashing.

You slide his shirt off his shoulders before running your hands down his chest, letting yourself get refamiliarized with his body, having missed feeling his skin against yours these past two seasons. Without breaking the kiss, your fingers blindly undo his pants until they end up on the floor along with his shirt.

Johnny's hand snaked around your back, pulling you flush against him, untying the laces until the front of your dress fell. He kisses your shoulders as he slips the material off your body, leaving you naked before him.

Johnny wastes no time touching and kissing your body, worshipping you as the goddess you are.

You push him back onto the bed, Johnny's eyes practically turning black as you get on top of him. You sink your teeth into your bottom lips, feeling his cock between your folds. You couldn't resist the urge to drag your hips against his once again.

"I need you so bad," you whimper, your slick dripping onto his cock.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please, Johnny."

"Whatever my Queen wants, she gets," he tells you before lifting you out of his lap and lining his cock up with your entrance.

Lowering yourself onto Johnny's cock, you're refamiliarized with the feeling of him splitting you apart in the best ways.

"You feel so fucking good," you utter.

"Gods, you're so wet, sweetheart," Johnny groans, fingernails digging into your skin.

You grin, lifting your hips before sinking back down onto his cock.

"It's all for you, baby," you slowly start to ride him, unable to resist how good it feels to be so full.

Johnny can't tear his eyes away from your face. Loving the way you lose yourself in ecstasy.

He lifts his hips to meet yours, and your eyes roll back into your skull. Too focused on how good it feels, you wrap your arm around his shoulder to balance yourself as you bounce in his lap.

Johnny's hands were all over you while his mouth traveled over your chest, biting, kissing, and licking your skin.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, bringing his lips back to yours. When you broke the kiss, Johnny's thumb softly edged your bottom lip, silently asking for entry.

You enthusiastically suck on his thumb, coating the digit in your saliva before he slips his hand between your bodies and starts rubbing your clit.

"Johnny," you gasp, "Fuck, I can't. John, I'm gonna-" Johnny slamming up into you, cut off your words.

The room seemed to grow warmer, the fires lit around the room burning brighter.

"Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum," Johnny rubbed coordinated circles on your clit with his thumb, "Be a good girl and cum for me," the vibrations of his voice shot straight to your core.

Your cries and moans were music to his ears, mixing with the sound of skin hitting skin. The knot inside you snapped, and Johnny felt your pussy choking his cock, sucking him deeper into your warm wet heat.

"Fucking hell," Johnny clenches his jaw.

You bury your face into Johnny's neck, allowing yourself to catch your breath.

You lift your head from his neck and rest your forehead against his.

"I love you," you whisper against his skin, kissing his face.

"I love you," he groans as you start rolling your hips again.

"Please, fuck me, John," you begged, "Remind me who I belong to."

Johnny threw you onto your back and pushed his cock back into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, unable to get enough of him.

"It would be my pleasure, your majesty," he leaned down and met your lips in a kiss, slowly drawing his hips back before easing back in.

You feel every inch of him, stretching you open, fucking you nice and deep.

"More, more, more, Johnny, please!" you lift your hips to meet his.

Your husband grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders, folding you in half as he plowed into you.

The tip of his cock reached so deep inside, you could feel him in your stomach, rightfully rearranging your guts.

You found yourself gripping onto the sheets, pillows—anything you could get a hold of, all the pent-up longing you've held onto all this time being released after finally being reunited with your love.

You felt yourself losing more and more control as you drowned in pleasure. Vines wrapped themselves around the headboard, flowers miraculously blossoming across the room.

Johnny's chest blooms with pride, knowing he's the only one with the ability to make you feel good enough you lose control of your powers like this. Your whimpers and whines were as sweet as a prayer on his ears. It makes him slam into you harder, faster.

If you were mortal, your muscles would've screamed in relief when he lowered your legs from his shoulders but kept your knees close to your chest. His thrusts never falter, continuing to pound into you.

Your pussy clenches around his cock, feeling even tighter than before. The way he messily snaps his hips into yours, pistoning his cock in and out of your sopping hole, you knew that knot inside of him would break sooner rather than later.

Johnny watches your pussy and swallows his cock, taking him so well.

"Gods, I've missed you," he muffles your moans with his lips on yours, "And this pussy. You were fucking meant for me," he growls, his cock twitching against your gummy walls.

"Johnny," you whine.

"What is it, my love?" he slows down but continues his deep strokes.

"Please, baby, I wanna feel you," you plead.

"Cum with me," he tells you before bringing his thumb back to your clit, sloppily circling the bundle of nerves.

Your toes curled, and your fingernails dragged across Johnny's skin, hard enough to leave red streaks on his arms.

You could barely keep your eyes open, slowly blinking up at the man above you as your body approached another climax.

"That's my girl," he hums, "Cum for your King," his eyes glimmer red.

His last words toppled you over the edge, euphoria flooding your entire body. Your orgasm sent Johnny into his own, warm ropes of his cum spilling into your messy cunt.

You whimper against Johnny's lips, feeling empty as he pulls out of you. He lays beside you, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over himself to keep you close. Neither of you caring about the mess of bodily fluids and flower petals all over the bed.

"Fuck, I've missed you," you crash your lips into his.

You pull yourself up into Johnny's lap, his hands holding your waist. You grab onto his hair, making him crane his neck up at you as you slip your tongue into his mouth, your lover sucking on the wet muscles.

You both pull away, catching your breath but staying close enough you're sharing the same oxygen.

"You really aren't trying to waste any time, huh," he asked, nudging your nose with his.

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him.

"186 days. I've wasted enough."

a/n: I know it's been a minute but seriously life has been fucking crazy and exhausting so, sorry about that. but thank you for reading and feedback is appreciated <33

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catboyieejeno · 1 year

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camera roll; johnny seo

pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, johnny

part 1 | part 2

more of the Camera Roll Series

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smileyerim · 1 year

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lifestyles of the rich and famous

Your coworkers are really tired of hearing you pine over a guy who doesn’t want you, so they decide it’s finally time to do something about it. Thankfully the hot young son of the country club’s owner just walked in the door and sat at your bar.

main pairing: rich boy!johnny suh x bartender!reader

minor pairing: fuckboy!jaehyun x reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, slight angst !!MDNI!!

length: 8k

warnings: adults having sex, smoking weed, drinking alcohol, vaping, jaehyun is a lying fuckboy

net tags: @kflixnet @neowritingsnet

if you repost or translate my work i’ll feed you to the metaphorical sharks (aka angry tumblr writers)

You’re a simple girl with simple desires, you like to think. You’re not demanding, nor are your dating requirements long or difficult to meet.

So when the guy you’ve been seeing for a couple of weeks decides that now of all times is the most appropriate time to begin speaking to you with short responses and leave you on read for hours on end, you’re pissed.

So much so that you feel validated enough in your desire to tell him off to your friends/coworkers but they seem to have differing opinions.

“I mean, he’s not your boyfriend Y/N.” Doyoung, always too blunt for his own good, says and it makes a groan escape your chest as you let your head fall onto Yerim’s shoulder in a painful thud.

“Thanks, Doyoung.” You say, speech mumbled against Yerim’s cotton polo uniform.

“You need a rebound. Let this inconsistent and slimy motherfucker go.” Yerim says and you hum in response, still leaning into her shoulder from your position behind her back.

“I don’t want another guy, I want Jaehyun.”

You’re startled into standing up straight by the reverberating banging sound of a hand coming into contact with the metal table separating you two from Doyoung.

“Too bad,” Doyoung says, looking directly into your eyes “He’s not yours so just let it go!”

You stare back with wide eyes and Yerim interjects, turning to lean against the table behind her and face you.

“He’s right, babe. It’s time to let him go. You don’t deserve to be led on like this.” Yerim says with her usual gentle tone of voice and you frown, looking down at the ugly shoes your boss forces you to wear behind the bar.

“You’re right. You’re both right.” You say, turning to give Doyoung your scariest look, “You’re incredibly cruel about it, but you’re right.”

—

Sure, your friends may have been right about your need to leave Jaehyun in the dust and move on to bigger and better things but you’re weak and never claimed not to be.

That’s why you choose to spend the last five minutes of your thirty minute break in the corner of the staff restroom taking and then deleting what feels like fifty Snapchat pictures.

Emerging from the restroom you’re immediately faced with Yerim with her arms crossed across her chest, staring you down in the way that communicates that she knows exactly what you were just getting up to.

“Either you just took the fattest shit of your life, or you were just texting Jaehyun.”

You don’t respond, brushing your shoulder on hers to pass her and clock back in.

—

With your last customer served her jack and coke, you decide it’s finally time to check your phone again. Forty five minutes is enough time for a man to come to his senses, open your Snapchat, and respond with an overly enthusiastic compliment and apology for being so unavailable, right?

Before you can even allow your phone to scan your face, it’s being snatched out of your hand.

“What the fuck!” You exclaim, hand chasing Yerim’s in an unattractive and unsuccessful flail.

“No, you aren’t doing this.” She chastises with one finger pointing at you. She’s somehow slipped your phone to somewhere you can’t spot it with a quick scan of your eyes up and down her now apron-clad body.

“You can have it back after your shift.” She says and you roll your eyes at her, leaning your hip uncomfortably into the short fridge behind the bar.

“Come on Yerim, that’s in three hours. What if he responds and asks me to hangout? That won’t be nearly enough time to get ready and by then he will have made other plans and-“ you ramble your embarrassing train of thought.

“Hush, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of a cute guy.”

You frown, arms crossing your chest as you follow Yerim’s line of sight to a bar stool behind you currently taken by oh- an extremely attractive guy with long brown hair tucked behind his ears. He’s waiting patiently for... well, you.

“Go serve him.” She says once you whip your head back over to face her again.

“Fuck.” You groan, grabbing your sanitizing towel and pretending to wipe down the bar in an act of stubborn defiance to Yerim and procrastination.

You know him, you’d be a fool if you didn’t. He’s what some would call a country club celebrity with how he’s gained recognition for being the best singles tennis player and for his last name being on the front of the building. His family photos are littering the hallways, a particularly precious photo of him as a kid with a half melted ice cream cone is situated on the front door of the child care center.

His father owns the country club, and he is much cuter in person than he is in his old family photos. He doesn’t visit your bar ever, so you’re intrigued to know why he’s here.

“Oh,” Yerim says stepping into your bubble and combing her fingers through your knotted hair, “go fix your hair first.” She says and you roll your eyes, hand blindly grasping at your back pocket in search of your cell phone.

“Here,” she says, handing you her bulky iPhone with some Sanrio phone case, “go in the back.” You roll your eyes again at her mistrust of you before following her orders, quickly rushing into the kitchen and pulling up her front camera to inspect your appearance.

Emerging from the kitchen, you feel a pair of eyes on you immediately and you look right back, making unexpected eye contact with the handsome man who’s been waiting. You flash him your brightest customer service smile before rushing over to stand across from him at the bar.

“Hey, sorry about that,” he waves you off in dismissal of your apology before smiling at you, “what can I get for you?”

He’s still smiling a very polite smile, his eyes shining with kindness and it makes you weak in the knees. Working at a country club comes with a lot of perks, but those perks were bought with a price. The price being dealing with the type of people that belong to a country club, the rudest and most stuck up wealthy people in your town. You don’t meet people like him so often, genuinely kind people.

“I’ll take a vodka soda with extra lime whenever you find the time.” He smiles at you again and you actually feel your knees buckling at his kindness.

“Premium or well?” You respond out of habit, your brain fogging with his presence. He shoots you an unbelievable look that makes you both laugh. Forgoing an immediate response, you shake your head and scoff at yourself when you grab a glass to pour ice into.

“Top shelf, duh, sorry again.” You apologize as you press the sparkling water button on your soda gun.

“Stop apologizing so much!” He says and you look up from his drink to catch his kind eyes staring back at you in a way that makes you want to blush.

“I-I don’t know what to say.” You say, now in front of him situating the lime wedge on the side of his glass.

He takes a sip before responding. “I just know how understaffed you are.”

You lean an elbow up on the bar, “I didn’t know it was that obvious.” Your cheeks flare up with another blush.

“It isn’t!” He clarifies, hand coming down to grab at your forearm in reassurance. You ignore sparks that shoot from his contact with your skin.

“I just-“ He says, removing his hand to play with the branded cocktail napkin under his glass, “sometimes they actually put me to work around here and I know how small your staff is.”

You hum, pensive frown on your face as you look around. You are short staffed.

“So what work do they make you do?” You tease, not really wanting this conversation to end.

“Dad tries to put my accounting degree to work by making me do our books every once in a while, but more recently he’s got me planning for the new garden. As if I would know anything about landscaping.”

You laugh at his charming joke, taking a moment just to steal a quick once over his appearance. He’s wearing a blue polo with some brands insignia stitched onto the breast pocket, a watch you’re assuming is very expensive from a luxury brand on his right wrist, and a tennis racket cover placed on the barstool next to him. He’s handsome, of course, with his kind eyes and long brown hair tucked behind his surprisingly pierced ears.

“Well I’ve been a bartender since college. So I wish I could be of more assistance, but I can’t offer any help.” You quip with a sigh and he smiles back.

“You have your degree, huh? What’re you doing here?” You find it charming that he’s actually engaging you in conversation.

“All I said was that I was in college, not that I finished.” You say, slight embarrassment lacing your voice.

“Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t finish.” He says and you shoot him a look urging him on to explain further.

He smirks at your offense before continuing, “We wouldn’t have met if you didn’t work here, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite enjoying your company.”

A blush creeps it’s way up your neck, a coy expression on your face as your head drops down to stare at the sanitization bucket behind the bar.

“Gotta go, I have a tennis lesson in fifteen.” He says, standing and taking another sip of his drink.

“See you around.” He says with a final look and you nod, waving him off.

No more than 30 seconds after you watch his tall figure leave the restaurant, you see him slowly jogging back towards the bar.

“What’s your name?” He says, wrist resting on the back of the barstool opposite of you.

With a grin you tell him your name and he replies with a warm smile.

“I’m Johnny.”

“Nice to meet you, Johnny.” Your voice light with affection.

He nods at you, reaching into his wallet and digging out a five dollar bill, throwing it on the bar and ignoring your shouts of protest as he leaves the restaurant for the final time.

Later that evening when you check your phone after Yerim slides it at you from across the bar, you notice that Jaehyun still hasn’t opened your photo.

Surprisingly, though, you don’t care nearly as much as you expected to; with the thoughts of a very tall and handsome tennis player in the back of your mind.

—

Johnny comes by a lot more often after your first interaction, and you’re just a little too aware to pretend like you don’t know what for. He comes in, same bashful smile on his face as always, sits down, waits patiently for your attention, spends at least an hour or two chatting with you, and then leaving a five dollar bill on the bar.

Today’s no different, except that it’s been 98 hours since Jaehyun last spoke to you and you’re feeling antsy for attention.

“Johnny, hi!” You chirp out, leaping up out of your stool to walk over to the same section of the bar he always sits at.

“Someone’s a happy girl.” He snickers as he sits down.

“Yes she is, how did you know?” You tease, teeth sinking into your top lip.

“So what’s the good news? What’s got you so happy?” He says, smile painting his face. He thinks you’re cute.

“My favorite customer walked in.” You say, cheeky smile on your face as you look dead into his eyes from beneath your eyelashes.

He pretends to be touched, as his hand flies up to press against his chest in an overly dramatic way that makes you laugh and drop your flirty act.

“I have a proposal for you.” He leans in, eyes sparkling.

“What is it?” You blush.

“Let’s go swimming tonight!” He whisper shouts.

You tilt your head in confusion when you look up at him, “the pool closed at 4.”

“Not when you fucking own the pool, Y/N!” He leans in, eyes anticipating.

He’s so cute this way, and it feels really nice to be wanted when you’ve been getting ignored so obviously by the man you think you want.

It’s a no brainer.

“Let’s go!” You say after rolling your eyes and Johnny stands up on the foot bar of the stool, hands up in the air in victory.

You giggle as you swat a dry towel at his now exposed lower torso to encourage him to sit back down. Once he’s sat, he clears his throat and looks around with wide eyes in fake suspicion, and it just makes you laugh harder. For a moment your eyes meet as you two laugh, and it forces the butterflies in your belly to awaken and flutter in their cage.

He seems to have felt the moment shift too, as his smile falters for a second before going back to his wide grin.

“I’ll be back when you’re done.” Johnny says, grabbing his drink, tossing a five dollar bill on the bar, winking, and then quickly exiting the bar.

Two hours later, the bar is absolutely dead with zero customers in sight. You still have ten minutes to go of your shift, yet you’ve already completed all of your closing duties, just sitting by and waiting.

“Damn, what did you do to everyone?” The familiar voice shouts from the entrance of the bar and you smile. Finally, you think.

“You’re early, I still have a couple minutes to go.” You pout as he approaches the bar.

“Seriously? But nobody’s here. Let’s just go.” He draws out the ‘o’ sound, leaning his tall body over the bar to get in your face.

“Johnny, I’m not breaking two staff rules tonight.” You wave him off and he lets out a humph sound as he sits.

A mischievous smile then moves over his face as he opens a wallet, and hands you a twenty dollar bill.

You grab it between your pointer and middle finger and eye him suspiciously, “What’s this for?”

He smiles even wider, he’d wanted you to ask. “I wanna buy my favorite bartender a drink on the last ten minutes of her shift. Is that okay?”

You smile, waltzing over to the cash register and opening a tab. If Johnny wants you to enjoy your evening, who are you to stop him from making that happen?

Forty minutes and two more drinks downed, the two of you are finally tip toeing down the cobblestone path to the pool deck.

Johnny looks over his shoulder at you with a playful glint in his eyes as he hushes you.

“Whatever happened to ‘there is no closing time, I own the place!’?” You chastise, weak fists coming in contact to the back of his shoulder.

“I- oh shit,” he says, arm flying out to stop you in your tracks, but of course you drunkenly stumble right into his arm anyways.

He’s got a focused look on his face, and his chin is tilted up as if he’s listening out for someone. The coast is clear, obviously, when Johnny begins walking now with you two side by side.

“I may have fibbed about the no rules thing.” You roll your eyes at him in the dark. Of course he lied about it, you wouldn’t be here sneaking around after sundown if he wasn’t.

“No fucking shit.” you snap, but quickly dissolve into drunk giggles when he makes an offended face at you. He’s been doing that a lot lately, making you laugh uncontrollably and feel giddy like a little girl with a crush.

“Gimme your jacket.” Johnny says and you frown, immediately shaking your head no. The evening breeze is just a little too cold for your liking.

“Come on, I gotta get the gate open.” He whines, gesturing towards the locked gate in front of you.

With another frown on your drunk face, you shimmy your athletic jacket off your shoulders and hand it to Johnny, who quickly grabs the jacket by the two arm holes creating a makeshift hook. He uses his height to his advantage (and frankly, for your visual enjoyment) to lean over the gate and Macgyver the door to open with one swift pull of the jacket over the stem of the door handle.

The view is great, you must add. His t-shirt has ridden up a bit exposing a small sliver of his midriff and seeing him use his height so smoothly is making you feel weak in the knees. You can’t help it, you’re drunk and a very attractive man is being just so manly in front of your eyes.

When the door pops open, you let out a squeal of excitement and he laughs, pushing the door open for you to step in before him.

“So that tiny fib about no rules really was a big fib, huh?” You tease as you strip off the oversized tee shirt you were using as a coverup.

It takes him a moment to respond, he’s a little distracted by the sight of your body to have heard your teasing remark.

“I— uh, sorry?” He says, bashful smile on his face as he strips out of his own tank top, and approaches you with a flirty smile on his face.

He’s close enough to touch you, but he doesn’t, and that makes your breath catch in your throat. He’s got a look on his face that you don’t recognize, and that bothers you a bit, but you brush it off.

You’re the first to run away and plunge into the deep end of the pool, your ears filling with the roaring sound of your body splitting the previously still water. Before you even have the chance to notice the cool water causing goosebumps to rise on your skin, Johnny’s jumping in after you, sending suffocating waves in your direction.

You squeal again, swatting the water towards him when he resurfaces, and running away towards the shallow end so you can stand on your flat feet.

He follows you, of course he does, and soon enough he’s standing in front of you with his whole upper body exposed above the water. You aren’t sure how you’ve never taken long enough to notice his height before, but it’s definitely on your radar now.

“Hey.” He smiles down at you, droplets of water dripping down from where they had collected on the end of his long dark hair.

“Hi,” you whisper up at him. The tension from before is here again as you stare up at him. Like before, he’s close enough to touch you, and you desperately want to feel his hands on your waist, but he doesn’t. Too afraid of what this would mean, of where you are now and where things may be going.

Fuck, you think, you might like Johnny.

You’re a simple girl with simple emotions and simple responses to those emotions. So what do you do at this realization?

Well, you splash him right in his stupid handsome face, of course.

He retaliates almost immediately by stepping back and splashing you with far more aggression than you did with him.

“Hey, you’re not playing fair!” You scream as you swat blindly at the water, too afraid to open your eyes and get water in them. You’ve already got a mouth full of chlorine from the laughing you’re doing, you don’t want the stinging feeling in your eyes too.

“You started it!” He shouts from the other side of the pool, not letting up, even for a moment, for you to breathe.

“Truce! Truce!” You call out over the noise, stumbling over your own feet below the water, gently floating back until your upper back is resting against the cold and hard concrete edge of the pool.

He begins to laugh when he sees your panicked face, moving in closer to you to tease you up close.

“Man, you fucking destroyed me. How can someone be good at splashing water?” You exclaim, defeated.

A smile is still on his face as he slowly takes a couple extra steps into your space.

“Tennis, baby.” He says, exaggerating his point by mimicking a down swing, hand dipping below the water and splashing up at you again.

You let out a screech, “I called a truce!”

He just chuckles, hands coming up in defense as he steps in closer with a playful look on his face. His eyes dip down to the cleavage exposed by your bikini top, only for a moment, before flicking up to look into your (still panicked) eyes.

He doesn’t say anything as he reaches his destination, toes almost touching below the water. His hands come up on either side of you to rest on the edge of the pool, your faces nearly inches apart. If the cold water of the pool hadn’t cooled you off so much, you’d be blushing like crazy. Your heartbeat does pick up again as he looks down at you.

Is he about to kiss you? He looks like he wants to, and you aren’t sure if you’d have the willpower to stop him if he tried.

Jaehyun crosses your mind at that moment. Sure, you aren’t official, but you think you'd like to be. How would he feel knowing you’re having a late night crime date with the wealthy son of your boss?

With the unmistakable look of want that flashes across Johnny’s eyes, you feel yourself begin to crumble. If you had wanted your brain to go back to Jaehyun in this moment you aren’t sure you’d be able to, too entranced under Johnny's spell. How can you still smell his woody cologne even after he got wet? Maybe that’s just his natural scent. The prospect of that being true sparks a fire of desire in your belly.

He’s leaning in now, figuring he had given you enough opportunities to push him off and away from you.

Of course, as if the universe is sending you a message, you hear another voice pierce through and pop the bubble you’ve created with Johnny.

“Hey, what’s going on in there!”

—

You haven’t been able to get last night off your mind, pulling all of your best distraction techniques out.

You tried to speak to Doyoung, but he had told you that your credits for emotional support friend had run out for the month, so that was a bust. You had tried to focus on work, but today was slow with the weekend just around the corner. You had even resorted to scrolling on Instagram, but then an ad for a pool cleaning company had come up, and your brain went straight back to the almost-kiss that you and Johnny nearly shared.

You hadn’t tried one thing though, but you think it would be a pretty shitty method.

Fuck it, you think, Johnny had left you wanting the company of a warm body and you know just the person to text.

Y/N: hey

Y/N: its been a min

You sit anxiously, biting at your freshly done manicure. This was one way to get your mind off of him, overwhelming anxiety and anticipation.

Jaehyun: ik lol sorry. u kno how work gets

Thank God, you think as you type out your next message.

Y/N: can i come over tn? i wanna hang out.

He responds almost immediately. He knew exactly what you were asking him for.

Jaehyun: ya. see u then ;)

Having the plans solidified with Jaehyun doesn’t feel the way you had originally thought they would, a sneaking feeling of guilt coming up over you.

What’s gotten into you? It’s almost as if you’ve forgotten who you’re pursuing.

It’s still Jaehyun, right?

It must be, since he’s the guy who you’ve been going out with for weeks, and have cried endless tears over. Johnny is just a friend. A friend who almost kissed you last night, but ultimately just a friend. You shouldn’t feel guilty for continuing to pursue Jaehyun, he’s the guy you want.

At least that’s what you tell yourself.

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The sky is dark when you finally pull up to parallel park in front of Jaehyun’s house. You’re nervous for some reason, your palms slick against your steering wheel. It’s even more embarrassing that you didn’t have time after work to change, so you’re sitting in your usual white tennis skirt and club branded polo shirt.

You can hear shouts when you first approach the door, the noise startling you so bad you question if going inside is even the right choice. You decide the best call is to just text him that you’ve arrived.

Almost immediately after you hit send, you hear a loud hushing sound and a voice whisper-shout, “Shut the fuck up! Haechan, shut the fuck up. I have someone at the door.” and then a chorus of teasing “ooh”’s from the other voices.

It makes you smile at the boyish charm of Jaehyun caring, and that’s how he finds you when he opens the door. He’s barefoot and wearing grey sweatpants and a white tee shirt with a stretched out neckline from years of wear. His hair is wet, and his eyes are drooping like he had been smoking.

“Hey, babe.” He says and invites you into the now quiet home. You follow him down the dark hallway until you finally see on your left is a living room full of 6 men, all splayed out on different mismatched pieces of furniture, some MMA fight playing on the TV. The stale scent of marijuana lingers in the air, reinforced by the big blue and green water marble design bong on the coffee table.

“We’ll be in my room.” Jaehyun addresses the crowd, and a loud response of ooh’s and laughter get thrown in your direction. Jaehyun pushes you gently towards the hallway to the right of you, and you hear snickering from Jaehyun and more hushed whispers.

“Ignore them, they’re fucking weird.” Jaehyun whispers in your ear from behind. You can’t help but agree, but wonder if he has the self awareness to know that he’s acting just as weird as they are.

His room looks exactly how you expected it to, with a king sized mattress sitting atop a tall box spring on the floor directly adjacent to the door, a dresser across from the bed with some Netflix show quietly playing on the large TV. There’s purple LED lights stuck unevenly to the perimeter of the walls.

From the moment that the door is shut and locked, his hands are low on your hips. Your heartbeat picks up in speed at the contact, turning around to face him.

“Hi.” He says, smug smile on his face as he leans down to kiss you. It’s a gentle peck, and it makes a blush creep up and land on your cheeks. You hope the dim lighting hides your color.

“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” You jab, hands coming up to rest the palms of your hands against his firm pecs. You can feel his heartbeat through your left hand, it’s steady and slow cadence contrasting to your fast and hard heartbeat.

He raises one eyebrow at you, his hand trailing down to grab at your ass, “Come on baby,” he growls out before nudging his way into your neck to press a warm kiss to the space next to your carotid artery. “Don’t be like that. You know I’m busy.”

You melt at the feeling of his tongue poking out and licking a small stripe up your neck, sucking in the skin immediately after.

Confusingly, Johnny crosses your mind, and the idea of him seeing you with a hickey on your neck embarrasses you so bad that you tell Jaehyun not to mark you.

“Boring, but okay.” Is all he says before grabbing you by your hand and leading you to lie down on his bed.

You’re putty in his hands the moment he has you both naked. His skillful hands, mouth, and dick take you down like you’ve never been taken before. You’ve never moaned that loud or experienced such pleasure at the hands of a man. It’s so good, it makes you wonder why you didn’t do this earlier, but then you remember that he’s never invited you over before.

He’s never wanted you here before now. That must mean something, right? That he waited until after you had already gotten to know one another before having sex with you?

That means he likes you and wants to take you seriously, right?

In the afterglow of your orgasm, your head lies uncomfortably on Jaehyun’s bare chest. You make quiet and unfamiliar chit chat with Jaehyun until you’ve both caught your breaths.

Although you just had the best orgasm of your life, the post-nut clarity is hitting you like a bus, his hands feeling too foreign around your body, now suddenly hyper aware of the smeared remains of cum on your back drying down.

“Hey, uh, I hate to be that guy but I have a really early meeting at work tomorrow so,” he says, cold hands tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Oh,” is all you say, suddenly feeling far too embarrassed of your naked body in front of the man, “do you want me to leave?”

He just frowns and takes a moment to read the look between your eyes before sighing loudly and looking away, his focus now taken by Money Heist playing on the TV near the foot of his bed.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he lies and you can see right through it with the way his arms are slowly letting go of you, and how he won’t look you in the eyes.

“I just have work, baby. You get it right?” He says, and you have no choice but to nod silently, ignoring the deep sting in your chest and the tightness in your throat. It’s odd that although the one thing you want to do is run, him asking you to leave makes it hurt.

You get dressed quickly and awkwardly as he lies on the bed, fishing a vape out from his bedside table drawer and taking a few big hits, eyes staring straight ahead at the TV.

“I’m gonna go now.” You whisper, one hand on the door in a silent beg that he would hurry up and get dressed to walk you to the door.

He looks over at you, charming smile on his face as he sits up and awkwardly crawls across his bed to sit on the edge in front of you, his soft dick on display. You’d find him pathetic if you weren’t under him five minutes ago.

He leans in and places a hard and emotionless kiss to your lips. His kisses now feel nothing like they did earlier today, and you wonder if post-nut clarity could really be this powerful.

“I’ll see you.” He says, eyes scanning your body up and down.

You roll your eyes the moment you’re not facing him, and walk straight out his front door, ignoring the whoops and hollers from his roommates who definitely heard you and Jaehyun.

None of them seem to mind that you’re unaccompanied, or as if they were expecting anything different. Then again, why should they care? Jaehyun never introduced you to them.

When you finally slide into the drivers side of your car, and your cold and wet panties make uncomfortable contact with the inside of your upper left thigh, the sensation alone is enough to make you burst into hot tears.

Later that evening when you’re lying in bed after a long, hot shower and a motivational phone call with Yerim, you send him a text.

Y/N: we shouldn’t see each other anymore.

Read: 2:46AM

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Johnny finds you the next day crouching behind the bar with your forehead in your hands. You didn’t get nearly enough sleep last night, and you’re feeling hungover after the whirlwind of confusing emotions you’ve felt over the last couple of days.

“Tough shift?” He says, eyes glimmering with amusement as he looks down at you hiding behind the bar.

“The worst.” You say, standing up straight and grabbing a glass to make him his usual drink.

“Wait,” he says, hand grabbing your wrist as you go to pour the soda in the iced glass.

“I have something that might chill you out. Wanna join me when your shift is up?” He says and you smile, reading right through his invitation and nodding with an appreciative smile on your face.

The “thing”, of course, is a perfectly rolled joint. You can’t help yourself but smile at his playful look as he presents it to you as you both sit in the front seat of some random golf cart overlooking the sunset as it falls down over the man-made lake that is central to the entire property.

He sparks it up for you in the way only a gentleman does, laughing at your antics when you pinch your fingers in a silly way to urge him to pass the joint onto you.

After a couple of passes back and forth in silence, only the whooshing sound of the breeze and the occasional tapping sound in the background as golfers across the way tee off, Johnny opens the conversation.

“So, miss Y/N,” you ignore the butterflies that erupt when he says your name in that way, “what made today so difficult?”

Ah, that. Your fuzzy brain thinks. You aren’t quite sure yet if you’re ready to divulge the details of your failed fling to your blooming crush, but you know what they say, intoxicated words are sober thoughts. And he’s right here offering to listen in a way that your friends are too fed up with you to listen to anymore, so you decide to tell him.

“I broke things off with a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.” You decide to keep it short and leave out all the embarrassing details.

“Ah,” he says as he stretches out, his arm coming to rest on the seat back behind you, deciding to let the joint die out. His arm is not around your shoulder, but a part of you really wishes it was.

“He sounds like an idiot.” He says, eyes drooping as he gives you a silly high smile.

You scoff, “He’s not an idiot for not wanting me.” He’s an idiot for other reasons, but you aren’t willing to share that just yet.

Johnny looks away from you and back out to the sunset, “Nah, he really really is. You’re a catch.”

The butterflies in your belly erupt as you swallow, staring at the side of his face with no thoughts of what to say next crossing your mind.

“Thanks.” Is what you finally croak out, reaching for the dead joint sitting on the short dashboard in front of you. When you lean back to light the joint, there’s something blocking your back from hitting the seat.

You look over at Johnny, your shoulders brushing his elbow and forearm from behind you. He smirks and gives you a side eye before snaking his arm up so that it rests across your shoulder. You don’t say anything at the new warmth and weight of his arm on you, so you just smile into the joint as you bring the lighter up to the end.

Johnny clearly isn’t reconciled with your conversation, so he continues with his compliments. He's hoping with everything in him that you pick up on his hints so he doesn’t need to continue to be so bold.

“You deserve a guy that’s gonna stick around.” He says, grabbing the newly lit joint from your fingers.

You scoff once more, scooting over to be a little closer to him on the seat as he takes a long drag, letting the slight spring breeze carry the smoke away out of his lips as he exhales.

“Try just a guy to stick.” You say with a dry chuckle, “we weren’t even official.”

Johnny hums and nods his head in understanding, passing the joint back to you.

“You fuck him?” He asks, and you choke on your hit. Coughing out the smoke in an unattractive spittle.

“What did you say?” You ask, now facing Johnny fully in the seat, staring between his pink and spacey eyes.

“I asked if you had slept with him.” Johnny nods, speaking slower than before. He looks as if this comment is no big deal to him, like this is casual conversation between you two.

Before you even think about it, you feel the flirty words leave your lips, “And if I did?”

His eyebrows raise as he grins at you, suppressing a laugh. He had gotten exactly what he wanted, “Was it good?”

You break eye contact this time, looking over the lake, “Maybe.” You shrug.

“See that explains why a stunning girl like you would stay with a loser like him.”

You say nothing in response, choosing to stare ahead at the golfers across the lake, the oldest gentleman of the pack teeing up his very poor shot.

Johnny takes a pause before speaking an unwelcome comment, “You need a guy that’ll stick around and dick you down.”

You scoff out another laugh, looking at him again with a disbelieving stare.

“Oh yeah? Where would I find that.” You spit the last word with bitterness, head falling to look at the hangnail you had been picking at between passes of the joint.

“Here, actually.” You stare at him in shock before he clarifies further,

“Like... me. I’m offering myself up. Only if you want, I mean.”

It takes you a minute to process what he says before it finally hits you, and it hits you hard.

You’re usually the overthinking type, if that wasn’t obvious enough, but for the first time in your life you decide to finally make an impulsive decision. You owe it to yourself and your vagina, you figure.

When your lips hit his, it takes him a moment to process what you had just done, but soon enough he’s kissing you back with a passion that makes you moan embarrassingly against his lips. He’s a soft, yet passionate kisser, allowing you to show him the ropes before taking the lead and kissing you exactly how he likes.

He’s also a surprisingly dry kisser, choosing to wait longer than you usually would to use his tongue on you. Even after a couple of flirty swipes of your tongue across his bottom lip he doesn’t give in, choosing to show you his softer side first with the slow and meaningful passes of his lips over yours.

It’s like a switch gets flipped when he does finally decide to allow your tongue to enter his mouth. He grabs you instantly by the back of your neck and waist, and pull you closer into him as your tongues dance. You moan, feeling like putty already in his hold. You’re far too overwhelmed by the feeling of the best kiss you’ve ever been given to be even tempted to touch him yet, your hands sitting prettily around his neck, allowing the pressure and the closeness to be decided by him.

His hands fumble a moment before they find your hips, moving gently over your ass to grab a hold of the back of your upper thighs to situate you on his lap. The change in position gives you an opportunity to lean back and steal a look at the man beneath you.

When you had first met Johnny you had initially only recognized his handsomeness and not much else. That’s how it began, attraction and nothing more. Overtime, however, you’ve gotten to actually know more about Johnny than his regular drink order at the bar, and what began as a simple attraction slowly grew into genuine interest. So by being here, in the lap of the man that you’re interested in, aren’t you repeating same old mistakes?

Are you repeating the same mistakes you made with Jaehyun?

“Baby,” Johnny says, reading your expression after you had stared at him for a little too long.

You hum in response, still a bit caught up in your head.

“I’m not just trying to hook up here. Do you know that?” He says, hands leaving your ass to rest gently on your waist. You frown in response, shaking your head ‘no’ to his question.

“I told you before, you need a guy who can dick you down and stick around. I wanna stick around.” He says, an embarrassed smile resting on his pink cheeks.

“What?” You say in response, and he just lets his head fall back against the seat in frustration.

“I like you, okay?” Your jaw drops, “and I also want to fuck you right now. So can we do that?” You laugh in response, fingers threading to hold him by the back of his neck, leaning him slightly into you.

“We can definitely go do that.” You giggle and he quickly smiles, leaning up to press a quick peck to your lips before swiftly (and awkwardly) moving you off of him so he can start up the golf cart and drive you both, as quickly as possible, back to the lobby of the country club.

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Johnny doesn't give you long to take in the sight of his luxury apartment before his lips are on yours again. He has the same passion from before, but slightly elevated. Like he had worked himself up on the drive over.

When he picks you up, and tosses you lightly down on his plush leather sofa, you notice something. The absence of purple lights. When Johnny later picks you up and carries you to his bedroom, you make another note. A bed with a bed frame and headboard.

When you both reach your peaks of pleasure, you don't feel regretful and dirty, you feel alive. When you step into the granite tiled shower, you don't feel gross, you feel giddy when he joins you. When you fall asleep with your head on his chest, you don't dream of Jaehyun, you see flashes of Johnny.

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The next morning when Johnny walks you out to your car, kisses you on the forehead, and tells you to text him when you get home, an unmistakable feeling washes over you.

The overwhelming feeling of something very big, and important beginning.

Jaehyun’s reaction to finding out about Johnny and Y/N

a/n: sorry there’s no actual smut, I decided at the last minute to drop both sex scenes for the overall plot and flow. if you’d like me to post the sex scenes as one shots lmk and I’ll get on it! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated :)

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jaelvr · 2 months

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Valentine

Home | NCT 127 masterlist |

Requested : yes ( by @lovesuhng )

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

Pairing : best friend! johnny x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 500

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

Have a great day !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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haespoir · 9 months

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bf!johnny texts

req: by anon 💌

a/n: 수건 is pronounced like su-geon… so you can see where that joke went.. and johnny said: “did you just laugh at me?” it’s inspired by his reply to haechan laughing at that one compilation of him and mark’s english/korean!

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lovesuhng · 6 months

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More wines and confessions - Johnny Suh

couple: johnny x fem!reader genre: fluff; suggestive; established relationship synopsis: once friends, now a couple and more united than ever. a/n: I don't know how to write suggestive (you can tell, right?), but I saw a fanfic with Jaemin and decided to write something similar (whoever wants to read it can ask for the link in the chat and I'll send it). It doesn't have much of a relationship, but it was supposed to be a continuation of "Wines and Confessions" so I would appreciate it if you read it too.

Your body had just fallen onto the bed, sweaty, breathing unevenly, but a sincere smile took over your lips. Beside him was a man, or rather, YOUR man in the same situation. His chest rose and fell due to his heavy breathing, but the smile on his face revealed that he had had the best night of her life, just like you. The room, which had previously been filled with moans and some dirty talk, was now filled with the sound of your laugh. Johnny, even though he's still trying to recover, looks at you, confused and waiting for an explanation.

“It's funny that a few months ago we were childhood friends and now we're here in bed because we just had sex.”

It had been three months since you had made your relationship official. You had just returned from a dinner with friends when you started kissing Johnny's neck, you realized that was his weak spot when you saw him close his eyes, just enjoying the moment. It was a matter of a second before he grabbed you by the waist and gave you a passionate kiss, as usual, but you felt that there was something more that day. The kiss became more and more heated and Johnny extended it to your neck, exposed due to the low neckline of the dress you were wearing that night. Automatically you started to unbutton the man's shirt, running your nails lightly over his defined abs, making him stop kissing you and look at you deeply.

“Did something happen, my love?”

Johnny started stroking your cheek and analyzing every detail of you. “I just want to know if you're sure of what you're doing. I don't want to pressure you into anything. ”

“The only thing I know for sure is that I want to be yours. I love you." The little peck was enough to demonstrate how aware you were of what you were doing. You slowly removed his shirt, caressing his chest and giving him a few kisses there, making him close his eyes again. It was the beginning of a long night of love.

“Come here” Johnny called you, making you two hug each other. He caressed your hair, while you reciprocated by running your hand lightly over his tattoos, as if you were memorizing every detail of them. “Thank you for making me the happiest man in the world tonight.”

“And I’m happier to be completely yours.” You start another passionate kiss with your boyfriend. “But this is the first of many, there’s no need to get emotional” You laughed when you saw the look of false astonishment that Johnny made at that moment.

“You're pretty shameless, aren't you? But I'm happy to know you want more, after all, I know this was the best sex you've had in years.”

You patted his shoulder, earning a chuckle from the man. “Are you sure I’m the shameless one? Now get up, we need to take a shower”

“So, round two will be in the shower?”

“JOHN JUN SUH!”

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 months

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[8:12 pm]

“Smile!” You heard a voice call out.

You turned to face the camera with a wide smile with your arms wrapped around Johnny’s waist and your face pressed to his chest.

“I think that’s enough pictures for tonight Mom,” Johnny chuckled. Every few displays, she would stop you both to take a picture of the both of you. A bright flash of light would go off and then she’d look down at her phone screen with a fond smile and continue walking until she got to the next spot where she wanted a picture.

“Nonsense! It’s your first time seeing the Christmas lights together, you’ll want to remember this,” she smiled warmly before taking her husband’s hand and walking down further from both you and Johnny.

“I’m sorry about her,”Johnny murmured after his mom was a good few feet away.

You smiled, “don’t apologize! She’s cute, I love her.”

He smiled warmly, taking your hand in his and led you down the walkway to look at more of the extravagant light displays.

This was your first Chicago Christmas. In previous years you and Johnny would either spend the time apart or spend it together in Korea, this year you had decided you wanted to spend it with his family. He had told you he loved going to the Christmas markets, going shopping, and all the food that his parents made during the holiday season. It was enough to sell you so here you were.

Despite it being nearly freezing outside, you never had it in you to tell Johnny’s parents no- even when the house had been so warm and cozy, especially under the fuzzy blanket Johnny’s mom had thrown over you with a Christmas movie playing in the background. The ground was wet from the rain earlier in the day and it was coldest it had been all day with the sun now fully set, but the lights from the Christmas light lane were gorgeous to look at. A lot of the houses had gone all out, lights that strobed with music, various inflatables, and different animals made from strings of lights. Johnny had told you that this had been one of his favorite traditions to do with his parents in the holiday season. He went every year he was in Chicago for the holiday season and never skipped even when he got to the age where he thought it was too lame.

He was happy that you were now included, years into your relationship, his parents loved you, he loved you, and you were finally joining in on exclusive family traditions. His parents had been very welcoming, including you in every detail of their usual traditions and daily routine like it was second nature to them. You woke up every morning with a cup of coffee made just the way you liked, a blanket draped over you while you laid on the couch, and even your usual shampoo in the shower when you got there. They were so excited to have you stay with them for the holidays, that they had even asked Johnny to share some of your usual traditions over the holidays so they could make you feel more at home. They made you love Johnny even more than you already did.

You had been so excited to leave that you failed to grab your gloves off the dresser in your room. Your pockets weren’t going enough to keep your hands warm out in the cold. You brought your hands up to your mouth and breathed hot air onto them before rubbing them together quickly and shoving them into your pockets to preserve the heat.

“There’s a little stand coming up that has some great hot chocolate,” Johnny smiled at you fondly.

You nodded, your ear muffs sliding forward until Johnny fixed them, “I feel like my fingers are going to freeze and fall off.”

He laughed loudly and pulled you into his side while you walked to the hot chocolate stand. The line was unfortunately long, a lot of people clearly having the same idea as the two of you, but you joined the line anyway.

You wrapped your arms around Johnny’s waist, burying your face into his back while you joined the back of the long line. He grabbed your hands and pulled them up under his jacket to rest right over the first layer of his T-shirt. “Baby! I can feel how cold your hands are,” he laughed while his body flinched, feeling the cold from your hands seeping through the cotton of his shirt.

“I told you! Maybe if you didn’t rush me I’d have remembered my gloves,” you pout, poking your fingers into his sides.

He squirms as you tickle him but let’s your warm your hands under his layers but keeping his hands over yours. You move up the line as one, shuffling forward without disconnecting your bodies.

“Smile!” You hear again. You turn, with your cheek pressed to Johnny’s back and hands buried under his jacket to keep your hands warm, with a bright smile.

“Gorgeous,” she smiles warmly. Finally, it’s yours and Johnny’s turn to order and you reluctantly remove yourself from his warmth. This is thankfully soon replaced by a hot cup of hot chocolate in one hand and Johnny’s free hand in the other.

You all stand huddled in a close group, taking sips of the hot chocolate while you discuss your favorite displays and plans for the rest of your stay. “We’re so glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Johnny’s dad smiles at your brightly.

You smile in return, “everything we’ve done so far has been so amazing. Thank you for including me.”

They wave you off, telling you you’re an official member of the Suh family before Johnny’s mom starts going on about Johnny proposing before they get too old.

With a deep sigh, Johnny follows his parents back to the car with your hand placed on his waist under his warm layers. He wraps his own arm around your shoulders, his head resting on top of yours, “I love you.”

“I love you too, John.”

“More than my parents?”

Your silence is enough of an answer for him, unfortunately.

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nctsplug02 · 9 months

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Recently I been thinking about romantic sensual sex with Johnny but it lasts like the whole night. Different positions, cuddles, cream pies UGHHHHHHHH I WANT THIS MANNB 😭😭😩😩😩

How About Now? J.suh

GENRE: friends with benefits, fluff, smut, slight angst!

WARNINGS: body shaming, accusations, harassment, name-calling (sexually and abusively), crying, flirting, kissing, protected and unprotected sex, creampie, anal, doggy style, spooning, missionary, riding, backwards cowgirl, breast play, oral sex (both F and M receiving), and cum-eating!

it’s five in the morning, you leave for work in five hours.

you can’t sleep, especially with your close friends dick balls deep in your cunt.

tonight was not planned, johnny your FWB wasn’t supposed to be over, but he was so needy and impatient.

without asking, he sneaks over and climbs up the balcony, knocking on your door and watching as you sit up in a hurry.

“he did not!” johnny could hear your whisper on the other side as you climb out of bed and unlock the doors for him.

the man explains that he couldn’t wait until friday to see you which explains why you’re folded in half with your knees to your chest and with johnny pounding his cock in you.

“j—johnny, ‘s getting k—kinda hard to breathe.” you gasp out quietly. “just a little longer, baby. i’m almost there, alright?”

you shut your eyes and bite your lip, ignoring the tightening in your chest and focusing on his tip kissing your g-spot with passion and quickness.

a whimper slips from your throat and blends in with the creaks coming from the springs of your old bed.

you re-open your eyes and look up at johnnys when he slows his pace. “w—what, w—why?” johnny sits up a bit but barely moves an inch. “let’s keep it down, alright, baby?”

before you can protest about his hypocritical saying, he picks up his pace, again causing you to fall silent.

your nails dig into johnnys biceps as your orgasm sneaks closer. johnnys thrusts become sloppy— both from the condom and his climax reaching.

“‘m so close, baby.” johnny growls as he rests his forehead on yours. “cum with me, please?” johnny whines, “when you’re asking like that? no way am i passing on that, baby.”

within seconds, you reach your orgasm with johnny. johnny bites hard on his bottom lip and swears he tastes the slightest hint of blood.

“gah— fuck!” johnny tries to ignore the overwhelming feeling of your walls tightening around his dick. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” johnny sighs and uses the rest of his energy to push himself back so that he’s sitting in his heels.

you whine and sit up when feeling the sudden emptiness. “again, again, please?” johnny frowns and reaches forward, cupping your left cheek with his right hand and rubbing your cheekbone. “i’d love to, baby. but, i gotta get’cha cleaned up and then you have to go to sleep for work.”

you tut in annoyance when receiving an answer you didn’t want. “fine— but, i want you to hold me until i fall asleep then you can.. leave.”

“i can do that, baby. but, let’s get you cleaned up first, yeah?” you nod and sigh when feeling johnny pull his hand away.

“should we take a quick shower?” johnny asks, slipping off the bed and grabbing a towel nearby and wiping the sweat off his forehead. “i’m gonna sound disgusting but no, i just wanna be wiped down and then i wanna be in your arms.”

johnny laughs a little and reaches down, pulling off the condom and tying it securely before tossing it in the small trash by your desk.

johnny walks over to you with the same towel he’d used to wipe his sweat and cleans you up. “you’re so pretty, y/n.” johnny says as he wipes away your sweat and looks down at you.

your face heats up and you quickly bite back a smile.

“okay,” johnny throws the towel back onto the office chair and lays next to you. “c’mere, baby.” he says as he’s taking you in his arms.

“you have work in a few hours, go to bed, okay?” johnny says, kissing your temple and rubbing your arm. “i’ll be here when you wake up and get ready for work.”

you tsk and roll your eyes. “what? what was that about?” you shake your head and shrug. “c’mon, y/n. what is it, baby?”

you sigh and toss a leg over his lap. “we really can’t go another round?” you ignore johnnys question and concern.

but johnny doesn’t mind and instead lets out a giggle and shakes his head. “no, we can’t. you have work and i need you going in fully rested not.. with wobbly legs.”

you bite your lip and run your hand over his abs, slowly moving your down to his barely soft cock.

“oh,” you look up at johnny who lays with a grin on his face. “how about now?” johnny sits the two of you up and flips you on your stomach so your ass hangs in the air.

you gasp and jerk forward when feeling a sharp spank land on your right ass cheek. “you asked for it, baby.”

a giggle comes from you as you listen to johnny dig in your nightstand for another condom.

you wake up feeling overheated.

you groan and push off the thick blanket, rubbing your eyes and then sitting up.

in a rush, you grab the blanket and cover yourself, the cold air blows against your nipples causing your whole body to have chicken skin.

you look to your side and tap your phone, seeing it’s fully charged, you unplug the thing and check the time; 7:21AM.

you groan and look on the other side of you and when your eyes come into focus, you notice the empty bedside.

of course he didn’t stay, why would he? he’s just a fuck buddy, you’re sure he has other people to fuck rather than holding you to sleep.

oh, how pathetic you sounded last night when begging him to hold you to sleep and when begging for another round.

just how greedy could you get?

it was only supposed to be a one night stand but you and johnny kept running into each other— whether it was at parties, work places, café’s, etc— the two of you always suspiciously bumped into each other and ended in one another’s bed.

you shake away the thoughts and you climb out of bed, instantly wrapping your arms around your body and grabbing the white t-shirt that was hanging on the back of your office chair.

after slipping the shirt on, you grab a clean pantie from your underwear dresser and you slip that on as well.

you grab your phone off the bed and you while scratching your head, you walk towards your door and you let yourself out.

the house was silent.

you pass a room and a sudden, “thomas!” has you coming to a halt. you hear a giggle coming from one of your roommates room and then a soft moan.

ah, yes, your roommate of seven months and her boyfriend who doesn’t live in your house but does.

and yes, your house. you own a five bedroom house at the age of twenty-two, and how some may ask— your parents passed away in a car accident when you were in your junior year of college and left you with everything. you can’t pay for a five bedroom house on your own so you rent out rooms for people and it works fine.

you shake your head and sigh, moving your feet once again. as you head down to the kitchen, you grab all your hair and tie it into a high ponytail.

“oh, coffees already made?” you say to yourself with a head tilt. “great, saves me time.” you grin and grab a mug, pouring yourself a cup and sitting on the counter as you sip away.

you’re too zoned out to even hear the heavy footsteps coming into the kitchen. “oh shit, morning, y/n.” you look up at see your roommates boyfriend standing half naked with a smirk.

“oh,” you rest your mug on your thigh and clear your throat. “morning to you too, hwin.”

“mmm, coffee. can i have a cup?” you pick up your mug and shrug. “go for it, it was brewing here when i got down.”

hwin lets out a small laugh and grabs a mug, pouring himself a cup and then sitting across from you.

“so, you work today?” you make short eye contact with him and nod. “nice, maybe i’ll stop by for lunch with tera.” you take a quick look at him when feeling an uncomfortable stare and notice his eyes are staring directly at your breasts.

you work as a waitress at the restaurant in the city. you work ten long hours at a restaurant called, “sun and moon chefs.”

you look down at your breasts and notice your nipples are hard as pebbles and stabbing through your shirt. you clear your throat and use your arm to cover them.

hwin looks up and then clears his throat as well, he brings his mug to his lips and take a long chug. “so, y/n.. have you—?”

hwin is interrupted when his girlfriend— your roommate walks in the kitchen. “babe, are you—? oh, y/n.. hwin.. you two..?”

you hold up your mug and give her a warm smile. “would you like a cup?” her eye twitches and she licks her lips, she inhales sharply and then proceeds to nod with a smile. “s—sure, why not?”

“alright, i can make you a cup.” you set your mug down and you hop off the counter.

your hand goes for a mug but then an even larger hand grabs yours. “that’s alright, y/n. i’ll do it,” you look up to see hwin hovering over you with a smile, his eyes creased into moons. “i am the boyfriend after all.”

you yank your hand away while maintaining eye contact and then you nod. “yeah, sure. not a problem.”

you turn and grab your mug from the counter. “i’m gonna be in the living room.” you say quietly as you slip past tera who’s jaw is dropped and eye is twitching.

before you can unlock the top lock, the door swings open and you’re met with hwin and tera. “oh, hey y/n. you’re home early!”

you look at tera who’s smile seems to fade. “yeah,” you look back at hwin who smiles big. “they let me off early.”

it was only 7PM.

“that’s great! well, i’m heading home now. good to see you before i left and i hope you had a great night.” you look at tera again who looks to the side with her arms crossed and an annoyed look on her face.

“yeah, thanks, hope you had a great night as well.” tera grabs his arm and rests her cheek against his bicep. “oh, we did.” she says with a smirk. “didn’t we, babe?” hwin looks down at tera and nods.

“okay, well.. i gotta shower before it’s too late.” you skip past tera and hwin who bids you a goodnight.

you go upstairs and take a long shower, soaking in the hot water until there was none left.

KNOCK KNOCK!

you lift your head from your phone and look at the door. “y/n,” it’s tera. “can we talk?” you climb out of bed and open your door. “hi,” she presses her lips together and walks past you.

you look back to see tera climbing on your bed and making herself comfortable. “okay,” you mumble under your breath and shut your door.

“so, what did you want to talk about?” you ask and sit in front of her. “it’s about hwin.” you nod, “oh, sure, sure.”

“and you.” your eyebrow pinch together.

“oh, me?” you point yourself and tera nods.

she sighs and shakes her head. “i.. you know me, y/n. i can get insecure and.. protective.” you nod with a hum, telling her to continue.

“i really don’t know how to say this, y/n..” she shakes her head, again and rolls her eyes. “i’m sorry,” she looks at you and you see tears rolling down her cheeks.

“oh— oh, uhh,” you jump out of your bed and you grab the tissues sitting on your desk. “here.” you hand her the box and she thanks you, taking it and then blowing her nose into one.

when she recovers, she pulls out another tissue for just in case. “i’m sorry, i’m just so emotional. gah, this is embarrassing.”

you hesitate but put a hand on her shoulder. “it’s fine, tera. you can tell me whatever.”

she smiles and nods. “i want you to stop dressing so slutty.” your eyebrows raise in shock. “i’m sorry?” tera laughs and shakes her head. “no, i’m sorry. i mean provocative.”

“i.. what?!”

“it’s just.. before hwin and i began dating, he had this huge crush on you and when we were friends, he’d constantly talk about you. he’d talk about how good you look and how sweet you are and.. he would just never ever shut up. but, finally he.. he just turned around and asked me out. i just thought.. finally, a guy i like is giving me a chance.”

you stare back at her with slightly wide eyes and with your mouth hung ajar. you jerk when she begins wailing.

“i.. wow, i never knew that, tera. but, how do i dress provocatively?” tera wipes her tears and sighs. “earlier this morning when we had coffee, we left and went back to my room and he asked if he could.. fuck my tits. it was so random and when i asked why, he openly admitted that he was turned on by your breasts.”

“tera, i was in a t-shirt.” she grabs your arms and shakes her head. “y/n, you don’t get it. you weren’t wearing a bra. you were openly showing him your breasts.”

you yank your arms away and you stare at you. “tera, no. no, i was not. yeah, i admit to being bra-less but i’m in my own home, am i not allowed to wear what makes me comfortable?”

tera tightens her jaw and her eye twitches, her hold on your arm getting tighter. “how would you feel if i walked naked around the house while johnny was here?”

the mention of johnnys name has her heart dropping to your ass.

“why.. why specifically johnny?”

tera scoffs, “don’t fucking play stupid, y/n. i heard you guys earlier this morning— fucking like rabbits. i see the way you two look at each other whenever we’re out. don’t you think i hear you sneaking out and him sneaking in?”

you shake your head and lick your lips. “what? did i catch you in something that i wasn’t supposed to know about?” she taunts you with a head tilt. “is miss y/n and mister johnny suh in a secret relationship?”

“no,” you deny and shake your head. “me and johnny aren’t in a relationship.” she laughs a little. “so what are you two?”

“we’re just friends. that’s all.” she scoffs and pushes her hair back. “friends that sneak around and fuck behind everyone’s backs.”

“look, we were on the topic of hwin and.. me? this is my house and i will wear whatever makes me comfortable.” you walk over to your door and you yank it open. “if hwin can’t keep his hormones under control, it isn’t my fault. i’m not going to change the way i dress just because your boyfriend can’t keep his dick in his pants. and, if that is all then i’d like you to leave my room.”

tera takes a few seconds and stands, stomping out the room with huffs and her arms crossed.

you shut your door and run your hands down your face. your body jumps when hearing tera slam her door. you shake your head in annoyance and you climb back on your beg, grabbing the box of tissue and tossing it on your nightstand.

PING!

you grab your phone and see a message from johnny.

Monster Dick: be over in ten, baby.

the nickname has you smiling like a geek.

PING!

Monster Dick: just grabbing some snacks and i’ll be on my way. send me a list of the snacks you want and i’ll pick them up.

You: i don’t know

You: me and tera just got in an argument

Monster Dick: what happened, baby?

PING!

you look at the text notification and it’s from your roommate, Anna.

Anna Banana: hey, wat happened? i heard yelling? are u and tera ok?”

You: yeah, just miscommunication.

and that’s the last you hear from anna, so you go back to the conversation with johnny.

You: don’t think can link up tonight, the air is very uneasy right now ;(

Monster Dick: uhhh nope, i’m already on my way to your place. gonna be outside in two minutes.

You: WHAT

you wait a bit and then realize.

You: so no snacks?

Monster Dick: fine, send me your list.

Monster Dick: no list within a minute then no snacks.

You: THATS NOT ENOUGH TIME

Monster Dick: clocks ticking, baby ;)

You: YOURE A DICK

wind blows towards you as you yank open the front door. “this is new.. not really but it is.” you shrug and ask what. “coming in through the front door while your roommates are home.”

he walks in with the bag of snacks and slips off his shoes, reaching down to grab them until you stop him. “just leave them. it’s fine.”

johnny looks up at you with suspicious eyes. “what happened?” he asks with a hint of suspicion. “i’ll tell you once we’re in my room and eating the snacks.” you snatch the bag from him and dig your hand in the candy filled bag.

“mmm, i’ve been craving for sweets for so long.” you dig through the bag while walking up the stairs. “yeah, a thanks would be appreciated but y’know.. i know how greedy you are.”

you stop and glare back at him over your shoulder. “kidding, you’re so cute when you’re angry.” you turn back around and continue your way up the stairs with johnnys hands on your hips.

“you’re mean,” you pull out the pack of vanilla wafers and frown. “and thank you.” you mumble. “hm, what was that?” johnny teases as he pushes open your bedroom door. “i said thank you.” you say a bit louder for him to hear.

johnny giggles in success at getting you irritated. “and what for?” you huff and johnny shuts you door, locking it as well. “y’know what for,” you set the bag of candies in your bed. “for getting me all the candy i wanted.”

you turn with a wafer in your mouth, slowly munching it down. johnny licks his lips and smirks, leaning down and taking a bite on the other end.

you shove him and whine. “this one’s for me!” you shove the leftover into your mouth. “here,” you hold the wafer tray to him. “take your own.”

johnny giggles and shakes his head. he grabs one and holds it out for you. with your lips pressed together, you then open your mouth and take the wafer from johnny.

“hm, you’re cute.” this time you hold the wafer but johnny still manages to steal the other end from you but this time biting your finger.

“ooowww! my fwinger!” you yell muffle-ly and smack him as he backs away with his hands out and a muffled laugh.

“i’m sorry,” johnny says as he swallows the vanilla wafer. “here, let me give it a kissy.” you cringe and johnny notices. “don’t make that face!” johnny puckers his lips and you shake your head with a whine.

“my finger doesn’t need a kiss!” you argue.

“yes, it does!” johnny argues back and it goes back and forth until he’s tackling you on the bed while kissing your neck.

you giggle and push on johnnys chest but he doesn’t budge, he’s so much bigger than you.

“how ‘bout now, baby.” you shake your head and squeal and johnny nibbles on your sensitive spot. “uh-huh, and how about now?”

somehow, you manage to bite him which loosens him and allows you to flip him over so that you’re on top. “ah-ha.” you slam a palm on johnnys chest and he groans.

“alright.. you win.” johnny pants and chuckles that his chest rumbles. “c’mere, baby.” johnny yanks you on his chest with his arm and pins you down.

“you’re a jerk!” johnny spanks you and when you attempt to sit up, johnnys arm weighs you down. “i just wanna eat my snacks and my ice cream before it melts.”

johnny huffs and releases you. “thank you.” you reach and grab the controller on the end of your bed, as you sit back up on johnnys ribs, you fix your hair.

“what do you wanna watch?” you ask johnny as you wait for the TV to turn on. “mm, you pick.” you tut and find netflix. “just pick one, babe.” johnny giggles at the nickname and sighs. “i refuse, because if i do then you’re just gonna say no.”

“no, i won’t!” you go to the search button. “yes, you will. you always do.” you glare at him and he smiles. “fine, likes watch.. money heist—?”

“no, we’re watching Mulan.” you type in mulan and johnny scoffs. “i told you so.” you smack his chest and he groans, again. “stop doing that, ya’meanie!”

“whatever.” you hop off his ribs and sit against your headboard. “babe,” johnny lifts his head and looks at you. “come.” you pat to the open spot next to you.

johnny quickly sits up and crawls next to you. “did you—?” you shush johnny when the movie starts. “this is the best part, johnny.”

johnny side eyes you and reaches the ice cream in the bag. “ah, dang. forgot spoons, that’s what i forgot to text you to get before i got here.” he waits for a response but doesn’t get one, you’re too interested in the movie.

“yes, baby. i’ll get the spoons, yeah, you’re welcome.” johnny talks to himself and climbs past you. “woah!” johnny looks behind him and sees you still focused on the movie.

you’d attempted to shove him because he was in the way but failed.

johnny leaves downstairs to the kitchen and when he rounds the corner that goes to the kitchen, he sees tera.

she’s in a red silk robe with her breasts slightly showing and her orange hair is curled and pushed to the side.

“johnny,” johnny pauses and then stands up straight. “i knew i heard you somewhere around the house.”

“tera, hi.” johnny looks away from tera and looks for the drawer that holds the utensils.

“so, you here for y/n?” johnny looks up from one of the drawer and then looks at tera. “maybe, maybe not.” she snorts. “please, you aren’t here for me and you aren’t here for anna, she’s with thomas.”

johnny clears his throat and nods. “right. uh, yeah. we’re just watching a movie and.. gossiping.” excitement fills johnny when he finds the drawer with spoons.

“you mean netflix and chilling?” she scoffs. “maybe, maybe not.” tera sighs and looks at her nails. “just letting you know just in case you didn’t, hwin and y/n are seeing each other and.. it’s getting pretty serious.”

“i thought you’re with hwin, no?” tera turns pink and quickly brushed it off. “not anymore at least, not after he chose y/n over me. but with the two morning quickies they had today.. i’d say it’s serious.”

johnny looks at tera and tera smirks when feeling his eyes on her. “first in the kitchen and then.. oh, boy, in the shower.”

johnny slams the drawer shut and leaves the kitchen, going back upstairs and slamming your door shut when reaching your room.

“wha— what the fuck, johnny. i’m trying to watch mulan, c’mon, you’re gonna miss the best part!” you giggle and gesture johnny to come on the bed while your eyes are focused on the movie.

“yeah, uh,” johnny sets the spoons on your bed and rubs his nape. “i think i’m gonna head out?” you tear your eyes away from the TV. “right now? we’ve barely started the movie and we haven’t even ate all the snacks.”

johnny shrugs and rubs his temple. “yeah, i—i don’t know. i think it’s best if i go.”

“but we haven’t even talked about the argument tera and i had. c’mere, let’s talk about it.” you grab his hand and guide him on the bed. “sure.” he mumbles.

you go on a while rant about how tera was trying to get you to start wearing bras around the house and how hwin is a creep and can’t control his dick, all while being in johnnys arms.

“you gonna stay the night with me?” you ask in the now pitch black room.

the movie had finished and the snacks were halfway done.

“should i?” you snuggle your face more inside his chest and nod. “mhm,” you hum and inhale his scent. “i wanna wake up with you next to me, again.”

johnnys heart can’t help but ache at your adorable ramble.

“you smell good, y’know that, right?” johnny softly laughs. “mhm, it’s the cologne that you got me for christmas last year. i wear it everyday.”

you inhale and sigh. “it smells so good.”

“you smell good too, y/n.” you giggle. “thanks, it’s the strawberry shortcake perfume from bath&body works. you picked it out for me, remember?” johnny nods with soft hums.

after silence, you’re fighting your heavy eye lids. “y’know,” you hum, waking yourself back up. “i bumped into tera earlier.”

your eyebrows pinch. “when?”

“when i went to go get us spoons for the ice cream.” johnny grabs a small handful of your hair and begins twirling is between his fingers.

“what’d she say?” you mumble.

“i know it’s not true.. i think,” he adds and sighs. “but, she told me that you and hwin are.. seeing each other.” you laugh and smack johnnys back. “you’re stupid if you believe that. i’m already seeing you and you’re enough for me.”

johnnys heart warms up and he hugs you thigher. “you gonna do anything ‘bout it?”

“you bet your ass i’m gonna do something about it. i have a plan. and don’t worry, i won’t do anything that’ll make you kill someone.”

johnny sneers, “i would never. i wouldn’t even touch a fly.”

“liar!” you smack his back and he winces. “okay, sorry.” he whines and digs his chin into the top of your head. “just go to bed now, alright?” you nod.

johnny giggles when hearing snores come from you and then allows sleep to take over him.

johnny was actually there when you woke up, it’d been so long since you’ve found him sleeping next to you. the last time was last month when tera and anna were at their boyfriends places leaving the house to you and johnny.

“morning, ugly. do you want breakfast?” johnny sighs and pulls you into his bare chest. “yes, but can we order in instead?”

“who said we were cooking? of course we’re ordering in, too lazy to wash all the dishes after.” johnny chuckles and sighs, pulling a centimeter away from you.

“order in bed?” you groan and shake your head. “i’ve gotta get up, hate my morning breath. oh, and i still have your toothbrush.” johnny winces, “you didn’t throw that thing away?”

you place your hands on johnnys chest and push yourself away from him, sitting up and looking down at him. “c’mon, let’s go get ready for the day.”

johnny tuts and sits up with you, a fat pout sitting on his lips as he rubs his eyes.

“can we go to the mall today?” you ask once you and johnny are walking to the small bathroom connected to your room. “sure, is there an occasion? sale going on? need something from there? or just for fun?”

you grab your toothbrush, “just for fun.” you wet your toothbrush and johnny grabs his. “need to clear my mind by spending money.” you apply toothpaste on your bristles and then johnnys.

“iz it becah tera?” johnny looks at you through the mirror. “mwaybe,” you shrug and look back at him through the mirror.

you spit into the sink and continue brushing your teeth again. johnny follows seconds after and spits into the sink then continues brushing his teeth.

“can we just get food from the mall?” johnny asks after washing out his mouth and dries his face. “i guess,” you wipe your face clean. “delivery fees are expensive anyway.”

you exit and johnny follows like he’s lost.

“uhh, i think i have a few pair of clothes that’ll fit you.” you go to your closet and search for clothes that’ll fit johnny.

“mm, here,” you hold a plain black t-shirt behind you as you continue searching through the bucket with one hand. “urhh, i have these sweats? i don’t know if they’ll fit.” you stand and johnny holds the t-shirt and sweats with a confused and jealous face.

“what?” johnny looks down at the clothes in his hands and then back up at you with his top lip curled. “they’re my dads! i don’t fuck around like you, suh.”

johnny stays silent and you huff. “well, i’ll let you change in private.” you try and slip past johnny but he blocks your way. “it’s nothing you haven’t seen, y/n.” your cheeks heat up.

“and i don’t fuck around anymore.” you bite your lip, embarrassed for even saying that. “stopped messin’ around after our third hookup.” you tilt your head and sigh.

“just get changed, ‘kay?” you whisper.

johnnys eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips. “wanna help me?” he asks after kissing you. “i..” you clear your throat and step back. “sure.”

johnny throws the shirt and sweats at you. he grabs the ends of his shirt, pulls it up and over his head and lets it fall on the floor.

his nipples harden and he flexes, his abs deepening and biceps growing bigger. “ah, there we go.” you hold out the shirt and johnny takes it, finding the opening and slipping it on.

“did you.. need underwear?” johnny stops mid way when pulling down the shirt into place. “huh?” you giggle a little when his voice slightly cracks. “i mean, i still have your boxers that you gave me from when i came over to your place for the first time.”

johnny rubs his nape and awkwardly laughs. “yeeaah, sorry again, babe. didn’t mean to shred your underwear.” you laugh and shake your head. “it’s fine. but it will be missed, that went with this cute bra that i really liked.”

johnny shakes his head and pushes down the other black sweats he had on. “oh,” you gasp when his underwear is yanked down as well. “i just..” johnny tries to explain and groans. “the memory me.. shredding up your panties just.. came back to me anddddd.. yeah.”

you laugh and stare at his hard on.

“just..” you turn and shake your head while trying to control your laughter. “let me find the boxer, i think i put it.. hm, i don’t know.” you search through the box and mumble to yourself as you try to regain memory of where you last put it.

“if i can’t find it, you’re stuck with the ones you’re wearing now or my panties.” you say and laugh at the last line.

you gasp when being pushed forward, your hand falls forward and catches you from hitting the wall. “johnny—! what are you—!” you attempt to stand but your clothes hanging above you leave you seeing darkness.

johnnys bulge pressed against your clothed pussy, he pulls up your grey t-shirt and massages your ass. “johnny,” you whine as johnny rubs your pussy through your panties.

“just want a little taste, baby.” johnny grinds himself against you and drops himself onto his knees. “ay, johnny!” you yelp when feeling a harsh smack land on your ass.

you moan when feeling johnny kiss your ass cheek and then bite down on the flesh.

johnny slips his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and tugs the thin fabric down your thighs. “aww,” johnny groans at the sight of your dripping cunt. “my baby’s drippin’.” johnny chuckles teasingly.

you gasp and allow your knees to fall weak when feeling johnny lick your slit. “oh, so sweet.” johnny growls and dips his head for more.

you moan and push your ass back, wanting more than just johnny lapping up your juice. “ssshit,” you gasp shakily.

“oh, good god.” you cry out when feeling the tip of johnnys tongue licking your clit.

“stand up for me, baby.” johnny mumbles against your pussy and holds you up. “c—can’t, ‘m gonna cum, johnny.” you whine and grab johnnys hand that held you up.

johnny shakes his head and moans. his tongue enters you causing you to levitate onto your toes. the box barely holds you up, it shakes with your hand.

johnny grabs your thigh and digs his nails into them as they tremble from the overwhelming pleasure.

“john— i’m cumming, god, i’m gonna cum.” you squeal at your announcement.

your press your thighs together as your orgasm comes over you. your knees beg to go weak but johnny holds them stable as he still laps up your juice.

johnny pulls away and lets go of your legs causing you to fall in the box. instead of helping, johnny laughs at you and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“johnny,” you whine and attempt your push yourself out the box but your weak trembling arms do no justice. “help me, please.” you say with weak giggles.

johnny helps you up after minutes of laughing and pointing at you. “you’re a dick.” you kick him but he dodges it.

“hey!” johnny yells and covers his dick for safety.

you look at his cock to see him still hard. “did you want some help?” you can’t seem to tear your eyes from his hard on.

“if you’re offering, i’m so not passing on that.” your lips twitch into a grin as you lower yourself on your knees and crawl closer to his dick.

you grab him by his base and gulp, the precum leaking like crazy. you give kitten licks to tip, then you tilt his cock to the side and you lube up his cock.

johnny hisses and tosses his head back with his jaw clenched. you gulp, wetting your throat and then taking johnny in fully.

or at least you attempt to.

johnny’s a tad too big for you. it takes time for you to actually take him whole.

“look at me, baby.” johnny says while softly patting your head. you look up at johnny with your pouty lips wrapped around his cock.

“fuck,” johnny hisses when seeing how innocent and doe-full your eyes are. “so pure and innocent.” he mumbles and groans when feeling the tip of your tongue swirl around his head.

johnny exhales shakily and pushes your head so that your nose is inches away from his abdomen. you moan and scrunch your nose as you attempt to breathe without pulling away.

but you fail.

you pull away and gasp for air. “i’m sorry, i always forget that i’m too big for you.” your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head and wipe your drool covered mouth.

“it’s okay, i’ll get used to it.” you look up at him again and his face his swarmed with guilt. “i always do.” you give a reassuring smile.

you grab him by the base just like before and you gulp, preparing yourself for johnnys thickness and his length.

you press a kiss on his tip and you take him slowly. you stick your tongue out as you bob your head down his cock. your eyes squeeze shut and tears slip past your eyes when feeling his tip reach the back of your throat.

johnny gasps when feeling your throat tighten around him.

“just breathe through your nose, y/n. you can do this.” the voice in your head encourages you.

you bob your head and suck in your cheeks. you tilt your head side to side as you swallow johnny and take him down your throat.

johnny wipes the tears that slip down your cheeks and grins.

“you’re doing great, baby.” johnny whispers.

johnnys knees buckle when you finally reach his abdomen. his barely shaved pubes tickle your nose causing you to pull away.

“oh, fuck!” johnny groans and instantly your eyes fall shut when feeling johnny shoot ribbons on your face.

you stick your tongue out last minute and johnny slaps his dick on your tongue. “fuck, you did so good for me, y/n.” you giggle and suck on his tip one last time.

johnny grabs the old shirt he was just wearing moments ago and uses it to wipe your face clean. “so, breakfast?” he asks while tossing the shirt into your dirty basket.

“yes, who’s driving?” johnny helps you up and pulls up your panties. “me, of course. don’t want my passenger princess driving for me.” johnny leans down, grabs your hips and kisses you.

“okay,” you sing and walk past him and out your closet. “you aren’t even dressed, no?” you pause and walk backwards. “i forgot.” you shake your finger and your head.

“oh, and you’re stuck with your old underwear or my panties. take your pick.” johnnys tongue pokes his cheek as you look for clothes for yourself.

“drive safe, dummy.” you say to johnny through the open car window. “i will, dum-dumb.”

you turn and enter the house with the crazy amount of bags hanging on your arms.

“oh, sh, sh, she’s home.” you hear someone shush another person when you shut the door. you set the bags on the bottom of the stair steps and you go into the kitchen.

“oh, hey guys.” you see tera, anna, hwin and thomas all standing by and sitting on the counter. “well, if it isn’t the attention seeker and boyfriend stealer.” tera says and then giggles with anna.

you clench your jaw and open the fridge. “that’s really cute, tera.” you grab four cans of coca cola and turn. “is it? i’m just telling the truth, y/n.” tera is a lot closer to you, seems she’d walked closer.

“sure, tera, sure.” you turn from her and you leave upstairs with all your bags.

you shut your door and you set everything by your desk, including the drinks which sit on your desk.

“you gonna do anything ‘bout it?” johnnys voice from last night rings through your head.

“what am i gonna do about this?” you ask yourself and think for a minute.

you sit up and undress yourself, digging through your victoria secret bag and pulling out the newest set you’d just bought hours ago.

you change into the new set and you go downstairs. you tip your head into the kitchen to see them all still there, joking around and laughing.

you push your breasts up and you pull your panties so they’re clinging onto your hips. you ruffle your hair and you walk into the kitchen.

“..it’s because there are subs in the sea—? what the hell.” you don’t turn your head when hearing multiple gasps.

“mm, anyone else want some orange juice?” you stand from the fridge with a carton of orange juice in hand. “what are you wearing, you slut!” tera yells as you open the carton and chug the juice.

you screw the cap back on and you do a slow twirl. “me? oh, geez. this isn’t provocative enough, is it? should i wear a t-shirt without a bra on?”

hwin and thomas snicker but stop when being silently scolded by anna.

“put some clothes on! ugh, you’re acting like a whore, right now!” tera screams at you. “oh, does me being comfortable in my own home make you feel uncomfortable?” tera’s’ eyes twitch as she clenches her jaw and hands.

“do you know how insecure you’re making me right now?!” your eyebrows pinch together.

“you’re the worst roommate ever!” you frown and cross your arms. “that sucks for you! you’re free leave if me being comfortable in my own home bothers you.” you smile and it only makes her more irritated.

tera cries out loudly and runs out the kitchen with her hands over her face.

“woah, real jerk move, y/n. you know how insecure she is and you’re just making her more self conscious than she needs to be.” anna says walking up the you with thomas following behind, holding her waist as if she was going to lunge at you.

“you’re can leave too. i don’t need to hear thomas and tera having sex while you’re showering.” you look at anna and then gasp. “oops, that just slipped out.” you shrug and slowly, thomas slips his hands off anna’s waist.

anna turns to thomas and slaps him across the face. “you’ve been sleeping with my roommate behind my back?!” thomas shakes his head and stammers over his words.

“baby, i promise—?!” anna yanks his ear and pulls him outside while bitching at him.

“ah, peace and quiet. oh, hwin.. forgot about you. be a dear and go help your girlfriend pack her stuff.” you turn and as you’re about to leave, you see johnny walking inside with a bag of food.

he’s looking behind him as he enters the house. “geez, what happened to them.” johnny scoffs and then looks up to see you half naked.

“hi,” you smile and hold up your hand. “wow, what a pleasant surprise.” johnny smirks and walks up towards you.

johnny grabs your hips and squeeze your ass. “all for me, huh?” you bite your lip and nod with a head tilt. “always.”

johnny looks behind you and sees hwin coming out the kitchen. johnnys huge hand blocks the view of your ass as his stare sharpens.

“c’mon, let’s go upstairs.” johnny turns you around and then blocks the view of your chest while ushering you upstairs.

you giggle as johnny kicks your door shut and locks it. “jealous, are you?” johnny sets the bag of food on your desk and grabs your waist. “why wouldn’t i be? there’s something staring at what’s mine.”

“so, i’m yours all of a sudden?” johnny picks you up and carries you to the bed. “you’ve always been mine, baby.”

johnny spreads your legs and kisses you on your lips. your hand goes to johnnys cheek as you kiss him back, johnny lifts your knee to his waist and grinds his bulge against your pussy.

“you’re so hard, johnny.” you moan in between the kiss. “i’m always hard for you, y/n.” johnny pulls away and rubs your thighs.

johnny pushes your panties aside and teases your slit. “fuck, you’re so wet for me.” you moan as his fingers enter you slowly.

“let’s get you nice and stretched out for me.” johnny thrusts his fingers into your cunt and bites his bottom lip.

“c’mon, johnny.” you whine impatiently. “nuh-uh, the last time you made me skip foreplay, you were in pain because of the stretch.” you giggle and shake your head. “i was just eager and being greedy.”

johnny presses a kiss on your clit and continues to thrust his fingers inside of you.

a door being slammed causes you to sit up. “was that..?” you nod and meet eyes with johnny and suddenly the two of you burst into a fit of laughter.

“she seems pissed, what happened?” johnny removes his fingers from you and undressed himself. “ugh,” you scoff and sit up. “long story short, we argued and i told her to leave if my comfortability of me dressing up how ever i wanted to while being in my own home made her uncomfortable.”

“so, she left?” he jerks himself off and grabs your thighs, yanking you closer. “apparently,” you grab him by the nape and you yank his head down so that your noses are inches apart. “now, shut up and fuck me.”

johnny reaches for the nightstand and opens the dresser, he digs for a condom and finds two foil wrappers.

“enough for two rounds, baby.” johnny holds up the two foils between his fingers. “let’s use them wisely.” he winks with a smirk.

“ooorrr,” you sing. “we can go raw after we finish using these two.” you snatch the foils and mock his smirk.

“fffuck, baby!” johnny growls and climbs over you. “i’m so hard right now and that just made me even harder.” you giggle and tear one of the foils open.

johnny captures your lips and cups your face while you slide the condom on his hard cock. you press a hand on johnnys chest when he grabs your thighs, positioning you for missionary.

“let’s do our second go to position.” johnny nods and flips you so that you’re on your stomach. “your ass looks so good, babe.” you moan and wince when johnny lands a spank on your ass.

johnny yanks your hips up and kneads your ass, massaging the red handprint on your ass cheek. “‘m sorry, was i too rough?” you shake your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“you’re so perfect.” johnny whispers and pulls your panties to the side. “so fucking perfect.” strings of your wetness pulls with your panties causing johnny to fall weak.

you fall to your chest and on your cheek when johnny pushes into you. your body tightens and strains when getting used to johnnys length and thickness.

“relax, baby.” you shake your head and bite back moans that threatened to spill. “c—can’t, you’re too big.” a thrust has your moans spilling from you like crazy. “oh, geez, babe. i didn’t know i felt that good.”

you stretch forward and push your hips back. “you always feel good.. always.” you sigh and relax.

“slow first, please.” johnny smooths his hand down your back and hums. “i know, baby. just let me know when you wanna change the speed.” you nod while softly humming to yourself.

johnny starts off slow, his hips rocking at a stable pace wile grunting and groaning and listening to your cute whimpers and moans.

johnnys hands massage your waist and hips while whispering to you about how you’re an amazing person and how you’re doing great for him.

you bounce your hips back to match johnnys little thrusts. johnny smiles at your hips fighting back and the sight of your ass bouncing back.

it takes you a few minutes to notice that johnny had stopped his thrusts and left you alone to do the work.

“nuh-uh,” johnny pulls your hips when you stop. “keep it goin’, baby. i’m so close.” you bite your lip, the thought of johnny cumming so easily to slow vanilla sex got you off.

“i love when you cum so easily.. especially during vanilla sex.” johnny yanks on your hair. “hm, you do?” you nod and shake your hips side to side.

johnny keeps a firm grip on your hair as you bounce your hips back. johnnys thrusts grew sloppy and his grip on your hair grew tighter, his breath was slipping.

a thought comes to johnnys mind and he smirks. he licks his thumb and rims your ass. “john!” you gasp, jerking in a shock response.

you and johnny have only done anal several times and the feeling always caught you off guard.

“it’s okay, baby.“ johnnys jaw drops at the tightness around his cock and around the tip of his thumb.

you struggle to move your hips, mind focusing on johnnys thumb up your ass. johnny frees your scalp and grabs your hips, yanking them towards him and moaning out loud as he cums into the rubber.

“geez,” johnny removed his finger. “my dick is so easily manipulated.” you laugh while johnny removes and ties the used rubber.

“c’mere, let’s do the position that we always do when we’re lazy.” you tug him next to you and you lay down, not listening to his laughing, “what?”

johnny watches as you lay on your side and push out your ass. “babe,” you look back and hum. “can i fuck your ass?”

you bite your tongue. “m—my ass?” you sit up and see johnny with a worried and hopeful face. “sure, we can try it again. but, promise me you’ll stop when i tell you to.”

“baby, i’ll obey to anything you say. you wanna spend all my money, go right ahead.” johnny chuckles.

“let me peg you.”

“that, i will not obey to.” you and him laugh.

you bite your lip, “the lube is in my bathroom. under the sink, behind the conditioner bottle.” johnny hops off the bed and runs to the bathroom, quickly coming back with the bottle of lube in hand.

“are your nervous?” you ask johnny while ripping open the foil. “nervous?” you nod and sink with the bed as johnny climbs on.

“sex without a condom.” you remind him. “right, i mean, we can always wait until we get more.” johnny reminds you.

you slide the condom on johnny and look up at him. “are you clean?” he nods, “healthy as a horse.” he smiles brightly.

johnny gives the bottle a slight shake and pops the cap, tilting it and rubbing some lube on his cock. “are you clean?” you nod, “very.”

“i’m on birth control but, i still want you to pull out.” johnny nods firmly. “i’ll pull out, baby.”

you and johnny lay on your sides and with the lubed condom, johnny slides into you. slowly working his way into you.

your hand on his hips, slowly guiding him in. “you’re so tight, baby.” johnny hisses, his cock twitching in your back entrance.

“put some more lube, it’s.. kind of hurting.” johnny complies and adds more lube to your ass and his cock.

“it just the stretch, baby. i’m sorry.” he presses a kiss on your shoulder and rubs your hips.

johnny does shallow thrusts, your ass tightening around his tip. johnny is more vocal with this hole and with this position, he moans and groans more loudly.

“i’m okay now,” johnny hums in questioning. “you can move faster.” excitement shoots through johnny once again.

johnny runs his hands up to your breasts and tweaks your nipples. johnny lifts your leg as he slowly pounds into you, too scared to go faster.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” johnny moans and reaches below your hips. johnny rubs your clit and cries out at the tightening of your ass.

without warning, johnny realizes his load into the condom.

johnny pants and groans while he realizes his second load of the night. “fuck me,” johnny sighs. “that was good.” he huffs and puffs while slowly pulling out of you.

johnny only recovers for a minute before you’re up and pouncing on him. “giddy up, tiger. i wanna ride you.” you sit up on your knees and you hold up johnnys cock, pinching the tip of the rubber and pulling it off.

you toss the untied rubber and then you sink yourself on the barely harden thing.

“oh, shit.” johnny sighs and your nails dig into johnnys chest. “wow, this feels so amazing.” you shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

you throw the rubber on your nightstand and begin to ride johnny who holds your hips and guides you to ride him.

“you feel so much better without a condom.” johnny laughs.

the only time you and johnny went raw was when you both were drunk and when it was just the tip. even when drunk, johnny was careful enough to pull out just in time, pulling out and cumming down your back.

“why does your cock feel so much bigger without a condom?”

johnny chuckles, “i got so much harder when you climbed on me and ripped off the condom like it was nothing.”

you bounce your hips down and johnny picks them up, letting you drop yourself at whatever pace, whether it was slow or fast.

you pull your hands away from johnnys chest and you run your hands up your body. you moan when johnny grabs your breast and circles your nipple with the pad of his thumb.

you shove his hand away from you and you slide your hands from his abs to his neck. “you feel so good, babe.” you sigh and rocks your hips.

alternatively fastening your pace when johnny spanks you several times.

you grumble when johnnys cock slips out of you when you accidentally lift your hips a bit too high.

johnny picks up his cock and allows you to sink yourself down. “yes,” you whine and reposition your legs for better comfort.

“fuck me, y/n. fuck me.” johnny grits and helps you bounce on his cock.

“you feel too good— i’m gonna cum.” johnny groans and squeezes your hips with a face of discomfort. “shit, i’m cumming!”

you hop off johnnys dick and you grab him by the base, jerking him and sticking out your tongue while his dick twitches as he nears.

your eyes pinch shut when feeling johnny shoot his cum on your face. your face is painted in white ribbons.

you wipe your face with your fingers and lick them clean with giggles while being stared down by johnny. “fuck, you’re so sexy.” johnny groans and chuckles.

johnny only shuts his eyes for a minute before you’re climbing on him once again. “again?” johnny half whines.

“one more round, baby.” you say looking back at him while positioning yourself. “okay, before you.. get started— lemme sit up, i’m gettin’ kind of lightheaded.”

you throw yourself to the side and allow johnny to sit up against your headboard.

johnny picks you up and sits you on his lap. his face met with your ass and sadly, your face is met with his feet.

“let’s get you a pedi tomorrow.” you suggest and johnny agrees with no questions.

“aw shit,” johnny smirks as he realizes the position. “seems i’ve gotta cowgirl in bed. it’s about’ta get wild in here.”

you giggle and johnny holds up his cock for you, grabbing your ass and lowering you on the thing.

you roll your hips and moan as johnnys cock hits you differently. you gasp and johnny pushes you foward.

johnnys hands play with your ass while he drags your ass back.

johnny grunts and groans in pleasure while watching how beautifully your cunt swallows up his dick.

your moans turn lazy as johnny manipulates your hips to move with however he wanted them to. johnny runs a hand down your arch and then spanks you with a growl.

“i’m cumming, johnny.. my pussy..” you laugh and shake your head.

johnny rubs your clit and within minutes, you’re moaning and creaming all over his dick.

johnny soon follows with his dick snuggled between your ass and his tip spurting out white substances on your cheeks and back.

your body slips forward and your body goes flat. “my pretty baby.” johnny giggles.

you gasp and your feet fly up when feeling johnny suck on you ass cheeks. his cheeks hallowed as he suck blood to the surface of your skin. his tongue laps up the white substances.

johnny falls next to you and softly laughs.

“johnny?” the man hums and throws his hands above his head. “can we shower?” he chuckles and turns on his side, collecting you and kissing your jaw. “we can shower.” he confirms.

“carry me?” johnny clicks his tongue and whines a bit. “carry youuu?” he extends.

you smack his chest. “i’m tireddd.” you pout your lips and rub the spot on his chest where you smacked moments ago.

“you can walk, can’t you?”

you scoot back and then kick him off the bed. “oh look, you’re up! how about now?” johnny laughs while on the ground. “you��re such a pain in the ass, you know that?”

you sit up and reach your arms out while johnny stumbles back on his feet. “c’monnnn, lets go shower!” you squeal when johnny grabs you by the waist and throws you over his shoulder.

“we’re going for another round in the shower, i hope you know that.” johnny says while carrying you to the bathroom.

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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.1

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4k

a/n: i’m so excited to be sharing this with you! it has been in the works since 2020 on and off and omg i can finally post this fanfic. this whole series has mentions of characters from different groups other than nct- red velvet, dreamcatcher, seventeen, sf9, etc to avoid confusion with people of the same name! note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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growing up, the continuous tingling feeling whenever you see your parents arguing at the end of your hallway always broke your heart. the raised voices, objects getting thrown around, and the banging of slammed doors against the doorframe deafened your ears. you remembered you had to knock on every single apartment on the floor; same, above, and below- to apologise the nuisance your parents caused. some with good hearts would understand out of pity for you, others would provoke to kick your family out of the building. so far, you’ve made it to several years without any notice from the landlord.

with that background, there weren’t any doubts that it affected the way you perceive everything in life. silence overpowered the joyous you like a large coat, it has been that way. the younger you wouldn’t understand the clash of your parents. the younger you wouldn’t know the problems they had. most importantly though, the younger you wouldn’t receive any love or support from them at all.

it was like you never existed.

as you hit the eighteenth mark, you’ve made the bold but practical decision to move out. the toxicity they emitted were too much for you to handle. with every penny or dime you’ve been saving everyday since you were twelve and some extra cash from various part time jobs since you were sixteen, you had your small carry on luggage packed and left first thing in the morning one summer. a dilemma kind of held you back whether to leave a note for your mom and dad, only deciding not to and tell them not to find you.

if there was anything you were blessed with even if you were put in a dire situation of a broken home, you had to pat yourself at the back for never failing your grades. just average and sometimes in the honorable mention’s list. thanks to that, you’ve secured a place at a university far from your family home.

and of course, choosing a location far off was more than intentional.

the first few months were a challenge, the surroundings took you sometime to familiarise. adjustment was never an issue though, running away from home was worth the change. as you expected, your parents didn’t bother to look for their only daughter. scoffing at the past, you realised it had almost been three years since you left.

making friends was easy too, to your surprise. known as the loner and depressed type in high school, you tried to change yourself a bit and managed to befriend a new crowd of people. of course, you were discerning on people who are worth to befriend, not the ones who’d waste your time. one of them being kim yoohyeon, who’s now your best friend and roommate.

“y/n, i’m going out to the store, want anything?” she asked while putting on a cardigan.

you hummed and rolled your eyes playfully, “hm, two packs of ramyeon and chips. you’re paying alright?” she threw a crumpled ball of tissue at you, gasping at the very direct response. “what? it’s two in the morning and i’m helping you pull an all-nighter for your fashion thesis due in two months and a half. i deserve a treat. be thankful i don’t have class tomorrow and that my part-time’s in the afternoon.”

“okay fine.” she dramatically slouched her shoulders down, “be back in a jiffy bub!”

as the door closed, you sighed and stretched your almost numbed body. yoohyeon’s project was half done, just needed a little more tweaking and you could say hello to a convenience store feast.

yoohyeon was the first person you met at orientation, she seemed to extract innocence at first glance. though as you got to know her, she was a meme in real life who possessed extreme talent in singing. you and her clicked, she had problems in her home but they were immediately managed. so she was all smiles from ear to ear. it was something you were envious of; to have a healthy relationship with parents, however, it wasn’t working with you at all.

sometimes you wondered how it felt like, to have someone love you like family. your aunts or uncles would message you to check on you, and whenever they brought your parents up, you shoved down the topic back to its grave. it’s dead conversation anyway. the latest update you heard from them was two years ago. they still lived in the same damned roof where they argued a lot, you wondered why they were still stuck to each other like glue. the only difference was that your dad worked the night shift while your mom on the mornings. so they probably never see each other eye to eye.

when they did though, all hell broke loose.

you were brushed off your thoughts when yoohyeon opened the door, “okay, here’s your food, time to pig out!”

“finally, i’m starving.” you had the hot water boiling before she arrived, immediately putting the ramyeon in the pot.

“so,” she started, opening a bag of potato chips.

“when are you planning to date? it’s been theee years since uni started and i’ve never seen you on dates before.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line, “not right now.”

“why not? you’re pretty, you can cook; you’re even taking an early childhood education course, specifically in special education.” she plopped one into her mouth and chewed shamelessly, “i bet you’re good with kids too.”

“so apparently that makes me an ideal girl?”

“an ideal girl worth to have!” she exclaimed, later reaching for your unlocked phone. “guess what, download this app and go have some fun.”

“if that’s tinder you’re planning on brainwashing me with, i’m not interested.” you joked, mixing the sauce and toppings with the now cooked noodles.

“you never know, it might work.” she singsonged.

you sighed, yoohyeon has been pushing you to date because she felt like you were like a hermit, always stuck in your own shell and would only go out if needed to. not that you were interested, you just wanted to get school done and make a stable living. love will come anyway.

she clicked on the app store and downloaded a trendy app named ‘love click’. “it’s an app solely made for university students within the state. kinda like tinder but you play anonymous with a made up nickname, no one will know how you look like.”

you raised a brow. “that’s dangerous than tinder, y’know?”

“this is different, they can detect fake accounts and do a facial recognition. anyway, once you put your actual photo and real age, it will automatically pair you with others similiar with yours; interests, and hobbies. then it will change your face to a random avatar if ever you do a video call.” she tapped away. “that’s how i met hwang minhyun.”

“eh, i still think it’s risky. besides, you just got lucky. you scored a hottie.” you slurped on the noodles. “i could never.”

“just try, you could always quit and they’ll never find you. and who knows? you might even receive the whole package.”

you sighed, “okay fine. i’ll do it just once, for you alright?” you finished the rest and threw the excess soup away. “i’m not doing any after that.”

“cool! all your details are in here already. let me know if someone messages you.” she gave you a playful wink before working on her project once again.

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johnny stretched his limbs after a quick power nap, he haven’t had enough rest since he was on the clock 24/7. he turned to his side to check the time, sighing a relief when it was only 3pm. as if it was waiting for him to be awake, a text message from his mom appeared on the screen.

[ mom] : “don’t forget to eat, my dear john. you’ve got two mouths to feed ❤️”

johnny smiled at his mom’s reminder, he was relieved that the messages were reduced to a low, knowing how protective she was.

a loud thud on the floor made johnny stand on his feet and rush to the door next to his. his worried demeanor soon changed to a soft one when he saw a little smile beamed at him from the ground.

“youngmin-ah, what’re you doing on the floor? did you hurt yourself?”

the child just giggled, softening johnny’s heart every single he did so.

he remembered the night when the almost two year old came into his life. it was a rough beginning, but he managed himself and was proud how he actually did while still in school.

his friends were in full support of this unexpected scenario and would take turns in looking after the child while he worked the night shifts at a café. like any other people, his friends were in doubt at his decision of bringing him to lectures.

johnny again proved them wrong.

what surprised them wasn’t how the baby managed to be quiet in all of the classes, but how johnny effortlessly handled him if ever a fuss was made. kun recalled that in one of their exams in biology major, johnny had the baby cradled in one arm as the other wrote the quiz. the professor wanted to hold the baby boy while johnny did the exam, but young man refused to, saying that he could handle it. he wouldn’t want the baby crying in a stranger’s hold while everyone was so stressed for the exams. adding that the baby’s wails would be a distraction.

he became viral at the university page when a photo of him feeding youngmin a bottle of milk, that certain scenario made girls want him as a husband. sometimes they would stop by to say hello to him and the child.

“dada.” johnny smiled at title, the little toddler fiddling the bottle in his hand while his feet stretched up.

“seems like you’re alright.” he poked his nose, earning a giggle from the two year old. “i still have to check any injuries. say youngmin, your birthday’s coming up soon. what would you like?”

youngmin hummed, as if he understood the question clearly.

“well?”

“mama.”

johnny was caught off guard that he tickled the little toddler as he smiled. “buddy, you already have a mama though.” his phone dinged, indicating an incoming text message. “speaking of her, she just texted me.”

[ kim minji ]: sorry babe, couldn’t make it tonight for dinner. i got singing rehearsals.

[ johnny ]: it’s cool. how about tomorrow?

[ kim minji ]: i’ll see first, pretty busy.

he put his phone back into his pocket, sighing at the same excuse his girlfriend gave. he didn’t want to overthink but it had been like this for a while, he wondered if she had fallen out of love. shaking his head, he shrugged off the thought to the back of his mind.

youngmin turned his full body to the side before standing and climbed onto johnny’s kneeled figure, the bottle still in between his baby teeth. “mama, where?”

“she’s not coming home tonight. maybe some other time.” he ruffled youngmin’s soft hair, eyes closing due to exhaustion. but then the little toddler smiled and patted his cheek and johnny wrapped his arms around the little frame. “come on, let’s get you dinner, we’re having your favourite!”

“lasagna!” youngmin put arms up, and johnny could melt anytime.

“hey you said it perfectly this time! well done my so-“ he paused as his phone dinged, a snapchat notification from taeyong appeared on the screen. making the toddler tilt his head to why the young man stopped mid-sentence. “let’s go to wash your hands alright?”

while youngmin nodded then hopped away towards the bathroom, swiping to unlock his phone, a snap video that his said friend sent made his eyebrows meet in an ugly mood.

[ taeyongss ]: bro is that jiu? your mj?

it was his girlfriend giving a lap dance to someone he couldn’t seem to recognise due to the flashing lights, she was enjoying it and the shocking thing was, she wasn’t drunk at all.

kim minji, his girlfriend since senior high, had a few names labeled on her. one of them was jiu (pronounced as ji-yoo) a nickname everyone called her in school, being one of the main solos for the choir.

some of the juniors called her a pink princess because of her obsession with the said colour. owning almost everything in it.

and mj was a form of endearment that only johnny used. his expression changed from a smile to a frown, throwing his phone on the bed that it bounced off and landed on the ground; earning his phone a crack on the screen.

“dada?” youngmin peeked through the bedroom door. now it was him to hear the thudding sound. “happen?”

johnny jumped a little seeing the child standing by the door with a towel in his hands. “my phone fell. come on, let’s eat.”

lasagna was a favourite dish youngmin adored eversince he brought him to an italian restaurant. meatballs were a favourite too, but something about lasagna topped it. as youngmin was busy making his hands dirty, johnny called his mom at this hour, she was probably home by now.

“ah my love johnny! i’m glad you called, what is it?” her voice still bright and lively.

“um, i was wondering if i could drop youngmin off tonight?” he played with the fork. “taeyong messaged me and i think i need to have a drink and hang out for a bit.”

his mom’s soft laughter brought relief to his ears, “oh sure my dear, your dad and i could need some company. it’s been quiet around here since you’ve grown.”

johnny smiled at the reply, “great, we’ll be there in ten.”

“see you later.” she singsonged.

after dropping youngmin off, he made his way to the bar where his girlfriend was. everyone who met johnny knew that he could be reckless when someone crossed over the line, who knows what scene he’d make tonight?

“johnny.” taeyong called out after seeing him enter the bar, johnny walking towards the bar where his friend was stationed at. “please don’t make a scene. my boss let you off the hook the last time you broke loose.”

johnny’s eyes scanned the area, looking for mj before looking at back at taeyong. “don’t worry. i won’t. this johnny won’t do anything.”

“better keep your word. she’s by the corner over there.” taeyong pointed with his head, “she’s been here for the past three months. good thing i’m the only one from campus who has seen her. if anyone else did she’d lose her solo spot at the choir. so called ‘angel’, huh? no offense.”

“none taken, but thanks bro. see you later at the dorms.” johnny said, then he walked through partygoers, the blasting music was deafening so much he hated it.

“i know right? he’s such a sweetheart.” mj said to her friend as she patted the guy’s shoulder who she danced with earlier. “i’d love to-“

“mj.” johnny’s cold voice rung in her ears, sending shivers to her spine. what is he doing here? “i’m guessing rehearsals ended early or it never existed.”

“babe i-“

“ey johnny suh!” the guy seated next to her greeted him drunkenly, the more he looked closer in the dimmed light, his blood boiled. “haven’t seen you since you had a baby! minji has been great to me recently.”

it was his high school rival, takuya terada.

“we’ll catch up soon won’t we?” johnny said sarcastically. takuya wouldn’t know anyway, his vision probably already blurry to even comprehend a straight conversation. he looked at minji, who averted her gaze towards him as she rolled her eyes. “we need to talk, outside.”

he took her by the wrist and he didn’t care if he was hurting her. she hurt him first; for a while now actually. he just had to put up a front before he vent out when they exited the bar.

“what the hell, minji.” he threw his grip away, minji holding her wrist and tsk-ed at the attitude. “is that why you’ve been missing out lately? you were cheating on me with takuya?”

“missing out? johnny you’ve been missing out too!” she raised her voice, “i don’t know if you have noticed but it’s been straining on the both of us recently!”

“so your solution was to hang out with another guy when you could’ve voiced out to me about your feelings? mj, we’ve talked about this!” he wiped his face frustatingly. “i don’t think-“

“i don’t love you anymore, john.” she said blankly, her face didn’t emit any pain she felt, it was like she wanted it out there. “that’s why i’ve been ‘missing out’.”

“you don’t.. love me anymore?” johnny stood in shock, his voice shaking a little.

“i fell out of love. i’m sorry.. i’ve been planning to tell you but i couldn’t.” she hugged her arms. “i didn’t want to hurt you.”

“my gut feeling told me there was something up. i was hurt just thinking about it. i don’t know but somehow i knew it all along that you were out of it. i didn’t bring it up because i held onto hope and believed my guts were lying that you cheated on me.” he said, his hands rested on his hip. “turns out i was right.”

“i’m sorry.”

“save it. i’m not hurt at all. maybe i just had to come here to confirm if it were true. you can live with that guilt that you’ve broken me already before you even said anything. i’ll raise youngmin myself. we’re done.”

johnny walked away while the cold wind sliced through his cheeks. usually in a breakup, one would break down. him and minji dated since high school, and there were on and off arguments here and there. they would always make up through talking, but to be told that she was cheating on him by another person sure sucked. he’d rather find it out himself and vent out right then and there.

guess this timing was actually better. though he told minji he was broken, he was actually so much more than that. he expected to at least shed a tear, he didn’t, for youngmin’s sake. even though he felt like an elephant was lifted off his shoulders, his heart was anchored deep below.

he felt so heavy with betrayal that his heart ached so much in a way he didn’t expect.

he wanted to break down so bad.

the door swung open of his family home and youngmin screeched a high pitched tone loud enough to startle the old man beside him, who was reading a newspaper. “oh john’s back.”

“dada.” the little one ran towards him, hugging his long legs for a second before johnny picked him up. “back!”

johnny’s mood changed like a shooting star whenever youngmin’s in sight. “hey little buddy! i’m back, i had to meet a friend earlier.” he kissed his cheek, “were you good to granny bear and papa bear?”

“he was an angel, john!” his mom gave her son a quick peck on the cheek. “who knew you could raise him very well? plus singlehandly!”

“he got it from me, my dear.” his dad took the chance to say, “are your studies going well though?”

“still a dean’s lister, dad.” johnny’s ears tinted a light shade of pink.

“that, he got it from me.” his mom winked at his dad, who scoffed at the remark. “where’s minji? you haven’t brought her here for a while.” the look on johnny’s face was too readable that his mom knew in an instant.

“we broke up. she had another guy behind my back.”

the sudden snickers from his parents left him in question, were they laughing? “great ‘cause we didn’t really like her for you!”

“really?.. wait, what?” he asked in disbelief, “anyway, i broke it off and i kinda knew she was out of it already.”

“took you a while to realize it, john.” his father just sighed, “are you going to get a new one?”

“what? no.” johnny chuckled awkwardly, “anyway we’ll take our leave now.” johnny shook youngmin a little before his parents bid them a goodbye. he walked towards his car and buckled him up. “ready to go, buddy?”

“ready.” he wiped his eyes, sleep covering him very soon. “music please.”

“which one?” johnny asked as he set the rear mirror to get a good look at him, knowing well what youngmin was going to say.

“coldplay!” they said simultaneously.

“now that, you got it from me.” he laughed heartily while they made their way back to his shared apartment with taeyong, jungwoo, and kun.

the clinks of the apartment keys had the boys look up from their game on playstation. jungwoo sighing frustratedly when kun defeated him thrice in a row. “seriously? you’re cheating, kun hyung!”

kun stretched, “clearly not. you’re just a bad player.”

“could one of you dumbasses get the kimchi from the table?” taeyong shouted from the kitchen, only to be greeted with youngmin having the wanted side dish in his tiny hands. “see, youngmin just got here and he did a better job than you two!”

“it’s loud in here, damn.” johnny took his shoes off while youngmin had his phone in his hands.

kun sat on one of the couches, eating the kimchi fried rice taeyong just made. “so you met up with minji, how did the dinner go?”

taeyong nudged the younger boy, and jungwoo looked confused. johnny couldn’t blame the two, they didn’t know what actually happened. “these two lovebirds called it quits tonight.”

“what!?”

“yup.” johnny popped his lips, “takuya terada”

kun’s eyes widened, “like.. takuya from high school?”

“they suit each other anyway, the biggest flirts of ____ high.” jungwoo chewed on a kimbap. “no offense.”

“none taken, i feel relieved anyway.” he sat down spotting taeyong busy typing on his phone. “you still looking for girls on love click?”

“well yeah, someone should at least find me attractive.” he replied.

jungwoo snickered before choking on his food, “as if anyone would see your face through a filter system on the app. just what is the university thinking?”

“ha, wait until they see this handsome thing for real.” he turned to johnny, “bro you should try looking for new love, you’re in need of it right now, you know?” taeyong locked his phone to continue eating the almost midnight dinner.

“please, i’m still freshly ‘heartbroken’, don’t tempt me.” johnny rolled his eyes.

“mama.” youngmin shook the huge phone, a selfie of johnny and minji flashed the screen.

“not mama anymore.” he told him, then youngmin clicked on another app.

“mama.” he showed them the love click app; the color scheme of red and pink caught his attention. and johnny scrunched his brows, the other three smirking at each other.

“seems like he wants a new mama.” kun teased, earning a death glare from johnny. “what? that whole daddy look of yours is attractive to almost every girl in campus. just wife someone up already!”

shaking his head, he couldn’t believe the encouragement from his friend. “too soon my bros.” johnny chuckled, “maybe i’ll give it try after a few weeks or so.”

johnny sat by the bed while youngmin slept with his sausage pillow. now that he thought about it, the little boy hadn’t seen minji in months. it was obvious that he’d look for her. but what he didn’t get was that he showed love click; a dating app he didn’t remember installing.

“mama.” he recalled youngmin say.

he dimmed the lights and sat beside youngmin, patting his bottom gently as he drifted away into slumber, he too was getting sand in his eyes. he pressed his lips into a thin line, halfheartedly created an account just in case he really needed it.

“this is stupid.”

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moonlezn · 7 months

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127 com ciúmes; I

dividi esse hc em três partes pra construir contextos um pouco mais detalhados.

taeil

apesar de ainda não terem nada sério, taeil não é de brincadeira. na verdade, ele deixou isso bem claro desde o início dessa enrolação que vocês têm. se não estivesse tão na tua, já teria metido o pé porque mal se aguenta vendo os caras flertando contigo bem na cara dele. é só deixar você sozinha por uns minutos que aparece um desavisado tentando a sorte contigo, o que deixa ele obviamente puto.

hoje não é diferente, taeil se afasta para pagar a conta do bar e pede para que o espere ali mesmo perto do balcão. já tinha te levado pra jantar, já tinha te amolecido com os seus drinks favoritos, agora os planos da noite são uns beijos - ou mais - na casa dele, onde ele anseia aliviar sua tensão após a semana intensa no trabalho.

voltando para te buscar, ele logo repara no idiota que te oferece umas cantadas baratas. você o procura com os olhos, rezando pra que ele volte logo. ao mesmo tempo que a visão o enfurece, sua postura o enche de confiança.

"voltei, princesa." taeil anuncia ao enroscar o braço esperto no seu quadril, te aproximando dele com uma força deliciosa.

ele encara o outro por um momento, que nem se dá o trabalho de continuar ali, apenas dá meia volta e some.

"até que esse era bonitinho." a sua intenção é provocar, óbvio. faz uma cara de séria e tenta disfarçar o máximo, comemorando no interior ao perceber que funciona.

o cenho de taeil está franzido, o olhar questionador e irônico quase te te corta ao meio.

"posso te deixar livre, se quiser." é o contrário do que ele queria dizer, mas a raiva não o permite pensar direito.

veja bem, ele normalmente não é assim. é bem centrado, mesmo com ciúmes não diz nada, apenas desconta nos beijos mais fervorosos e nas confissões sujas ao seu ouvido. o problema é que foi provocado, e ele não gosta nada da ideia de te dividir.

"então se eu for pedir o telefone dele agora, tudo bem por você?" passou dos limites, reconhece. a questão é que você também não tá pra brincadeira, quer taeil de verdade, mas gosta de levar as coisas num ritmo devagar. esse período gostosinho de 'se conhecerem' já se arrastou demais, porém não pode desperdiçar a chance de testá-lo. "tô brincando, ilie."

ele ri, metade com alívio e metade com escárnio.

"brincadeira tem hora, princesa. faz isso de novo pra ver." ele declara, implantando a tensão no ar... e no carro, e no sofá, e na cama.

a brincadeira e a enrolação acabaram bem naquela na noite, nos braços do ciumento.

johnny

"não, e o pior você não sabe. ela ainda reclamou comigo que eu não tinha enviado nada, mas mostrei logo as conversas pro grupo inteiro." você termina de gravar o áudio de fofoca pro seu amigo doyoung, que perdeu a maior briga do projeto porque precisou faltar a aula.

johnny ouve a conversa em silêncio, terminando de despejar a pipoca nos baldes que tinha separado. sextas à noite são reservadas pra vocês dois, um filme da lista de espera, e é isso. só. por que doyoung está, então, recebendo a atenção que deveria ser dele? a fofoca pode ser contada depois.

você abandona o celular, por fim, e segue o namorado para a sala, levando os copos de refrigerante para ajudá-lo.

"nossa, só uma pipoquinha mesmo pra esquecer esse dia." suspira aliviada enquanto se esparrama no sofá, aproveitando pra estirar as pernas sobre as coxas musculosas de johnny.

nenhum sinal de vida, nem te olha. o silêncio te faz fitá-lo, ele olha para a televisão sem nem tentar disfarçar o bico enorme que tem nos lábios.

"mô..." cantarola ao sacudir os braços dele com os próprios. "que houve, hein?" ajoelha-se ao lado dele, deixando alguns beijinhos na bochecha, mandíbula, nos ombros. ele cruza os braços, aumentando o bico.

"ai, dodô. que isso, que aquilo outro. você não sabe o que ela disse, dodô. mimimi, pipipi, popopó. te amo, meu dodozinho." johnny debocha numa tentativa de te imitar. você segura a risada para não aborrecer o namorado, mas as bochechas cheias te entregam. "ri de mim mesmo, pode rir."

"ô, minha vida..." segura o rosto do moreno para fazê-lo te olhar de verdade. "você é o meu amor, tá bem? não tem outro que eu ame mais que o meu na-mo-ra-do." a declaração derrete o coração de ferro, porém a birra ainda persiste por orgulho falso.

"quem é namorado?" ele brinca, arqueando a sobrancelha. agora seria a prova real. "se me ama mesmo, fala certo."

"ah, johnny. sério?" você revira os olhos, balançando a cabeça negativamente ao passo que ele confirma. "aff, tá bem."

"fala, então. te amo, mo..."

"te amo, momolado." não acredita que ele te fez dizer isso só de sacanagem.

johnny sorri satisfeito e finalmente te toma nos braços dele, dando play no filme. vira e mexe te dá algumas pipocas na boca e oferece refrigerante, amando ouvir suas respostas para cada pergunta boba que ele faz sobre o enredo que se desenrola. como ama ser seu, especialmente sextas à noite.

taeyong

é segredo que taeyong adora ser o centro da sua atenção, por isso mesmo que todo mundo sabe. por isso mesmo que todo mundo, yuta em especial, torna a vida do garoto mais difícil.

"eu nunca vi harry potter." admite com voz baixa para que só taeyong ouça, a mesa está num debate fervoroso sobre a saga.

"como assim?" o sussurro ofendido fica mais leve ao ver o sorriso brincar nos lábios dele. "não pode ser. bora marcar pra fazer maratona."

"BORAAAA! mó tempão que vi todos." yuta se intromete no diálogo, quebrando a alegria de taeyong por finalmente ter engatado um assunto contigo.

mark controla a risada ao tirar foto da cara de enterro que o hyung faz. essa viraria foto do grupo, certeza.

"caraca, hyung, lançou a braba." hyuck põe mais pilha, sem nem mesmo saber sobre o que a zoação se tratava.

é claro que você sabe o que está acontecendo, quer poder ajudar taeyong a sair por cima, mas é tão fofo o rostinho enfezado porque os amigos não param de caçoar.

yuta arrasta a cadeira até o seu lado, te abraçando com um braço só pelo resto da conversa. sempre fora carinhoso, porém agora tem mais uma motivação: o olhar ciumento do amigo. ainda deixa uns selares no topo da sua cabeça entre as rodadas de uno, mordendo os lábios para fingir não notar a raiva de taeyong inteiramente direcionada para si.

antes de irem embora, ajudaram o anfitrião inquieto a arrumarem a bagunça. despedem-se um por um, e você propositalmente fica por último. abraça o mais alto pelos ombros, fazendo-o apoiar a face na curva do seu pescoço. ele aproveita para relaxar a tensão das brincadeiras dos amigos distraídos lá fora.

"eu ia amar se a gente fizesse a maratona só nós dois." você sussurra com sorriso na voz, deixando um beijo na bochecha do yong.

os olhões animados te miram por uns segundos, procurando uma confirmação se tinha ouvido certo. você ri da inocência doce dele, se despedindo de novo antes de entrar no carro de johnny com um aceno discreto.

ao fechar a porta, comemora sozinho a chance que ganhou. quem ri por último, ri melhor.

#nct pt br #nct br au #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #nct 127 scenarios #nct headcanons #nct 127 headcanons #taeyong fluff #johnny fluff #taeil fluff #pedidos

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Part 10 Finale- The Frat Boy pt2

Starring: Johnny Suh & Park Jisung

Summary: When it all comes crashing down. Who can we really trust?

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F.m and M receiving), Fingering, Angst especially in the beginning, Y/n gets slapped, Fluff towards the end, Mentions of Prison and arranged marriage.

MINORS DO NOT READ +18

Words:18k

Can't believe it's the end.

Enjoy:)

"I thought I could trust you?" you cried.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you.

Five days later

"Tell me the truth," your father said to Johnny who calmly sipped his tea. Johnny normally hated tea. He hated how it burned his tongue. As a kid his mother made him drink green tea when he was sick. To help calm his throat. Tea calmed him. He needed the tea when he spoke to your father.

He placed the glass in front of him. Onto the small white plate painted with lilies. Your father's tea is untouched and steaming across from him. Your father also hated tea. He always drank it to calm his throat, however, he always let it sit for too long and it drew cold quickly. He despised the bitter taste.

Johnny shook his head with a smile. "You've seen the video," he said.

Your father remained unamused causing Johnny to sigh. He placed one of his legs over the other causing a deeper crease into the leather couch. "I won't deny the facts. The video is clear, but I don't think we believe the same thing," he said. Your father raised a brow biting the small of the inside of his lip. "How so?" he asked.

"Y/n came onto me. She wanted to sleep with me. She also once upon a time said she wanted to be recorded. I was just fulfilling a fantasy her boyfriend couldn't," he said nonchalantly. Your father shifted uncomfortable but still not convinced.

"You're lying," he said. Johnny his shook head quickly swaying his finger.

"No sir. Don't forget who your daughter is," he said with a small smirk. "Remember before Jaehyun she had a certain habit of bouncing from man to man. Even a few of my friends have had a piece of her," he said. Your father gritted his teeth, fingertips gripping so hard into the leather touch that his nails ripped it. Johnny whined at the sight.

"I just bought that couch," he said annoyed under his breath. Your father stood up lunging forward grabbing hold of Johnny's collar inches away from his face. His nostrils flared, steam escaping through his ears.

"Tell me why I should rip you apart limb from limb right now?" he said in the form of a question in his fit of rage. Johnny stared into his dark eyes. He grabbed onto the top of your father's hand. "So your get plan is to kill me? Seems easier than what your daughter hand in mind for me," he spat. Your father squinted his eyes confused.

"What are you talking about? She doesn't know I'm here right now," he said frustrated gripping on tighter to Johnny's suit collar. Johnny chuckled smirk fading and a full smile with teeth appearing on his lips. "You don't know?" he asked a laugh breathing out his lips.

Your father didn't respond. He stood back lifting Johnny off the couch and throwing the man to the side onto the carpet. Johnny hit his head, not hard enough to crack but hard enough to bruise. "Don't test me, Johnny. I'm not afraid to kill you," he said chest rising up and down.

Johnny held onto his head checking for blood. He coughed out a scoff. "We both know you're not above murder sir. But we also know right now, you won't kill me," he said lifting himself from the floor and stumbling a little. Once he caught his balance he dusted himself off.

"Because you can't. I'm too important to you and your business," he said with a prideful smirk. Your father felt a rise of heat flush through his body. Sweat quickly formed on his neck and his eyes still. He took a few steps back from Johnny remembering the long meeting from yesterday. Johnny stepped closer to your father.

Hands in his pockets and smirking forming on his lips. "After all didn't the papers you gave Y/n to sign fake? Doesn't your business belong to me?" He said inches from your father cool air leaving his lips. He scoffed a light chuckle before he turned his back walking to his desk, a desk once owned by your father. He pulled his chair out and sat down. He readjusted his tie checking himself in the small mirror next to him.

Once he finished he turned to your father motioning to the empty seat in front of the desk. "I believe we have a meeting," he said. "That's what you called me here for, right?" he asked with a smile. Your father still hopeful to defend you walked to the empty seat, swallowing his pride as he sat down.

"There's nothing left to discuss," your father said. "I only want what's best for my daughter," he said through a disappointed sigh.

Johnny's finger tapped on the desk before he lightly smacked it down with an idea. The side smile on his lips, lips pursed. "Their meeting isn't over," he said. Your father lifted his head back up slowly. Johnny sat in his chair, the large window behind him overlooking the city. Expensive suit paired with a gold watch on his wrist. A small piece of evidence of a bruise on his hairline.

"What is this meeting about?" he asked. Johnny chuckled, "Your daughter. Remember?" he asked handing him a piece of paper. Your father picked it up reading the lines written down and printed. A marriage contract in his hands.

"You remember your promise right? I marry her I get the company," he said. Your father placed it on the table. Johnny reached over handing him his favorite black pen. He lent it to your father. Your father reached for it but Johnny pulled it back.

"Wait," he said.

"What?" your father asked.

"I still haven't proven myself innocent," he said looking off into the distance before he turned back to your father. He laid his hands on the table comfortably tea long forgotten. "I haven't told you what your daughter's been doing to me and my friends," he said. Your father raised a brow lost but assumed whatever Johnny had to say would be of interest to him.

"It all started when she and my dear friend Si Cheng went on a little date," he said with a smirk.

"Only they didn't," he said smirk growing larger.

“How long is this gonna take?” You asked a distant friend of yours. He pushed his glasses up as he typed away on the computer. He sucked his teeth eyeing you through the corner of his eye. Wendy leaned against the wall her head flat against the white surface.

“A few more minutes,” he said pushing his glasses back up.

“How does she know everyone?” Jisung whispered to Jungwoo who stood beside him. The two, alongside Wendy, watched as you stood behind Chenle. Two big monitors in front of him. His fingers clicked away on the keyboard in front of him. The computer screen brightens up the dark room. Jungwoo shrugged arms crossed over each other as he waited for Chenle to finish as well.

��She pretty much knows everyone. Besides, Chenle is her cousin,” he said with a small smirk. Jisung seemly surprised turned his head to Jungwoo. Jungwoo shook his head brushing him off.

“Not by blood. His uncle married her aunt a few years back,” he said brushing him off. Jisung nodded off turning back to you and Renjun. You leaned over Chenle to get a closer look.

Chenle had been struggling to hack into the frat houses' cameras for the past hour. After a few more failed attempts he slammed his hands onto the keyboard frustrated. He sat back in his chair hands running through his hair. “I can’t do it,” he said annoyed at himself.

“Whatever Mark and Haechan did to their system is blocking me,” he said. You sighed chewing on your lip as you watched the random letters and numbers thrown together on the screen. Wendy huffed pushing herself off the wall.

“I mean there’s gotta be another way, right? We’ve been at this for hours and I don’t think I can last any longer,” she said unable to fight the yawn that left her lips. You turned from her to Jisung. Jisung quickly reading your face shook his head. He followed as you made your way to your purse.

“Oh no don’t even-“ he said watching and missing at the attempt to snatch your phone. You dialed the number quickly holding your finger up to him as you walked away.

“What’s she doing?” Chenle asked turning in his chair. Jisung sighed. “She’s probably calling the Headmaster at Rockaway,” he said watching you exit Chenle’s bedroom.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because that’s where Haechan is,” he said with a sigh. He walked away from the door sitting on Chenle’s couch. He looked out the window lips forming a tight line. Chenle turned to Jungwoo and Wendy who both shrugged. Neither got involved when you had a phone call to make. They knew deep down everything you did would point them and you in the right direction. Just a few steps closer to Johnny.

“Not for nothing,” Jungwoo began trying his best to cease the tension once you returned. You had flicked the lights on causing everyone to wince. “Your room is fucking huge,” he said eyeing the place with an impressed smile on his lips. Chenle smiled sending him an appreciative nod.

“I designed it myself,” he said motioning to the rest of the room. He switched his computer screen back to the game he was playing before you showed. You finally looked up from your phone placing it down on his desk.

“Headmaster said he will have Haechan in later today,” you said you a confident smile. Wendy walked over to where you were. “Why do we need him again?” She asked. “Because it’s not enough to just tell people they’re horrible,” you said smile on both your lips and eyes as you looked into hers. She felt her heart jump from how prideful you looked.

“I need to show them too,” you said.

———

“I’m not helping,” he said crossing his arms over his chest. Haechan had finally arrived. However, getting him here was not the problem. It was convincing him to help that would be proven most difficult.

“You owe me,” you said to him towering over him from where he sat in Chenle’s chair. He raised a brow a scoff leaving his lips. “Owe you? After what you did?” He asked gritting his teeth. His cheeks heated up becoming a light shade of red.

“Leave us,” you said to the room. Everyone walked out Wendy was the last one to leave closing the door behind her. Once you heard it shut you walked over from the front of the desk to the side. Swiftly spun the chair he sat on and grabbed onto his collar.

“Haechan don’t fuck with me. You know after everything you’ve done to me this is the least you can do,” you said. He scoffed pushing your hands off. “What have I done to you?” He asked adjusting the collar to his shirt.

The blood rushed to your head. Sweat forms behind your ears and neck at the audacity of his words. He truthfully sat there and acted as if he did nothing wrong. You poked the inside of your mouth with your tongue trying to keep yourself calm. You couldn’t blow your top, he wouldn’t take you seriously. No one wants to listen to a screaming woman.

But there’s no more room for niceness.

“Do know what you’ve done?” You asked your eyebrow raised high, prominent arch. You let out a shakey, aggressive sigh. “Weren’t you the one my freshman year going around telling everyone I gave it up to you at a frat party because I didn’t have enough money to pay you for doing my bio project,” you said flames on your tongue. Haechan unable to fight back remains silent in the chair.

“You’re the reason I ask for no help anymore. I take and take and take and ask for nothing. No help. Why? Because of you,” you said grabbing onto his collar. With your grip and help, he lifted from the chair. You kicked the hard plastic chair back causing it to fall onto the ground. A loud bang could be heard outside. You felt the burn in your leg from the plastic. It would leave a bruise. You ignored the throbbing pain in your leg.

You never blinked as you stared into his eyes. His eyes tried to hide from yours. Looking everywhere else around Chenle's room. But your pupils found him each time.

“I would have been fine if you would have just told everyone I was poor but the fact that you told everyone I begged you to fuck me like in any universe we existed in I’d let you even get that close,” you spat venom on your tongue. Haechan turned his head slowly unable to quickly reach you from how tight you held him.

“I still hit though,” he said through breaths.

“No sweetie. I fucked you. There’s a difference,” you said licking your teeth. He raised a brow facing turning bright angry red. “How so?” He asked spit forming into the corner of his lips as he struggled to speak. “Because look how desperately you are to fuck me again,” you said motioning to how hard he was in his pants. He cursed at himself for being so weak, especially around you.

You let him go watching as he stumbled forward. Before he could run off you grabbed him by the back of his shirt choking him for a brief moment. He held onto his neck as you turned to the computer back on.

“Now pick up the chair and get to work,” you said eyes looking into his angry ones.

“Unless you want everyone to see how hard I make you even when you’re supposed to hate my guts,” you spat motioning to the door. He fixed his face quickly. Gulping as he stood up. He picked up the chair fixing it, even dusting it off with the back of his hand. He swallowed hard as he pulled the chair forward. You moved to the side watching as he placed the chair in the middle embarrassment covering his features.

He clicked the mouse watching as more of the monitors turned back on and began typing on the keyboard a choked sob in his throat and eyes burning from both the bright computer screen and you.

There was a knock at the door. Followed by the knock door slowly opened. Jungwoo poked his head in. Seeing Haechan in Chenle’s gaming chair and typing away an upset look on his face he stepped inside. You’re back facing the door. Chenle and Wendy followed behind him. You could hear their footsteps behind you. You turned your head to them.

“How’s it going?” Wendy asked nervously. They had all heard the loud bang when you kicked the chair. You nodded your head. “Fine,” you said turning away and back to Haechan. Jisung soon entered the room Haechan only looking up to see him. He snarled at the sight of him. He felt the betrayal deep in his body. Every inch of him hated Jisung for helping you and for being able to be so close to you.

Jisung made it look easy. None of the men in the house could understand why. Why did you pick him to be on your side? What made Jisung so special? You noticed Haechan getting distracted. He kept eyeing Jisung who remained by the door. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. “Hey,” you said annoyed.

He turned his eyes to you. “Get back to work,” you said with a stern nod. You sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes with a small head tilt. His fingers typed quickly again on the keyboard.

“There,” he said slamming his hands down. You hopped off the desk and walked behind him leaning over him to get a better view. You couldn’t contain your smile. Eyes glowing at you look at the screen. “I can’t believe it,” you said gasp leaving your lips. The rest of the room walked over to where you stood seeing every camera placed around the house.

“I did it can I go now?” He asked annoyed. Still slightly embarrassed due to the exchange you two both had earlier. Everyone else back away walking to different parts of the room. You turned your head to him with a nod placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Your job here is done. Good boy for listening to me,” you said with a lick of your tongue as you whispered into his ear. You saw his whole body shudder and his eyes shut for a brief moment. He suckled onto his bottom lip before releasing it to speak. “Please Y/n don’t. You know how easy it is for me,” he whispered his entire body including his mind briefly forgetting about everything you did to him. Including what happened an hour ago.

You nodded, “I know it’s pathetic,” you said stripping one last piece of his dignity that you could before you backed away. His eyes shot open realizing you two weren’t alone. He could feel the strain in his pants. He struggled to stand up. He tried his best to conceal it squirming around like a bug in water.

You chuckled leaning against a dresser and crossing your arms cockily over your chest. Haechan huffed seeing you an evil glare before he quickly stood up running out of the room hiding from everyone else.

“Okay,” you said walking over to the desk. You sat down on the gaming chair and flipped through the cameras. “Chenle come here,” you called. He came to your side watching the cameras alongside you. You pointed to the screen showing him the different rooms, especially who’s bedroom was who’s.

“Your job is to watch this. Watch these for anything suspicious. Anything that could ruin them. I know all their worst secrets are kept in this house. Assholes, they all try to protect one another,” you said eyeing the screen. You shook your head letting out a deep breath of hot air that came straight from heat in your brain.

“It ends now,” you said with a smile. You turned to Chenle standing up from your seat and sitting him where you sat replacing him with you. “You got it?” You asked your cousin. He nodded grabbing hold of his mouse and flipping through the cameras.

“After what they did to you and Jenny I’ll help,” he said with a stern nod. You hugged his shoulder and he patted your arm. You placed a soft kiss on the top of his head as you left. Grateful he was on your side. Everyone followed as you walked out of the room. Saying their goodbyes as well.

———

You all sat in the car Jungwoo took the wheel. You sat beside him in the front. Jisung and Wendy are behind you. Jisung didn’t speak much of the ride, he remained quiet like he used to. Looking outside the windows and fidgeting with his fingers. You had asked him if he was okay but his response was weak. Only a small nod. He didn’t look into your eyes nor speak.

You assumed it was just him processing seeing Haechan after everything that’s happened.

You glanced over to Jungwoo. He looked over at you as well. He could read you so well, better than Wendy can most times. The two of you had a connection. A connection you shared. Both of you had an understanding. He sent you a small smile and a nod. He reached over patting his hand on yours before he lifted it back up on the wheel.

After a few more uncomfortable beats of silence, you spoke.

"Jisung how do you know Chenle?" you asked in an attempt to make conversation. He shifted still keeping focus on the trees that past him by. "We have been friends for a while. I have no idea you knew him," he said. You chuckled, "Neither did I," you said. He nodded turning his body away. Wendy frowned looking at the disappointed look in your eyes.

You could not express nor figure out how to pull Jisung out of whatever funk he was in. You just turned away with a loud huff. You laid back onto the chair crossing your arms over your chest. You turned to the window and decided for the rest of the drive you'd watch the trees.

A few days later

You had reached your apartment phone lying flat on your coffee table as you waited for Chenle's call. You sat alone, in your empty apartment. All the staff were sent home for the rest of the day, the only maid left was the one in your room preparing your bed for the night.

You sat in silky pajamas legs pulled up to your chest and seated on your couch. The glass coffee table is empty only a glass of water and your phone lying on top. The screen of your phone was still dark. Every time it glowed and buzzed you felt your heart skip.

You had been waiting for Chenle's call. Surely he would have something. After all, you didn't send Jisung back for no reason.

But you knew deep down a part of you was relieved to have him gone, at least for a few hours. You didn't want to deal with his mopping, at least you didn't have the time to. Your time was running thin with the semester coming to an end. All the boys would return home, some of them graduating. You chewed on your lip as your eyes repeatedly peeked at your phone.

You tried to distract yourself. Grabbing the remote to your TV, flipping through the channels. You were about to give up. Relaxing on the couch until your phone rang echoing through your large apartment. You leaned forward dropping the remote seeing Chenle's name.

You instantly picked up putting the phone to your ear. "Hello?" you said grabbing your remote and shutting your TV off.

"Y/n?" Chenle called.

"Yes?" you nodded even though he couldn't see you. "Where are you?" he asked worried. The worry in his voice made your heart jump. A pit forming in your stomach. "Chenle what's wrong?" you asked leaning over and grabbing your sweater from the opposite end of the couch,

"Are you home?" he asked again worried. You nodded furiously. "Yes, I'm home. Why?" you frustrated asked. His breathing quickened. "You need to leave. They got Jisung," he said rushing his sentences. He stumbled over his words. His breathing was quick you would believe he was running.

"What?" you squinted your eyes shaking your head. You lifted from your couch. "What do you mean they got him?" you asked walking quickly over to your boots. You put both on holding your phone between your neck and ear. "Chenle," you said sternly. Upset with his lack of words.

"I'm sorry but I think they can hear me," he whispered. "What?" you asked loudly. "How?" you followed.

"They keep looking up at the camera," he said. "Who Chenle who?" you asked closing your front door and heading towards the elevator. You rapidly clicked on the button waiting for the elevator to arrive.

"Who? Chenle who? God. Can you speak," you pleaded annoyed.

"Doyoung and Jaehyun there looking right into the camera," he whispered. "I'm sorry Y/n but I think they know," he said. You didn't respond. Instead, the elevator dinged and you stepped inside.

"Are you leaving?" he whispered and yelled. "Yes," you said back. He shook his head. "No. You can't go to the house," he said worriedly.

You scoffed tapping your foot impatiently as the doors closed. "Why?" you asked low voice avoiding the couple in the elevator alongside you. "Because Y/n there-" the elevator dinged. You looked up following behind the couple only to be confronted by Johnny and Taeyong. The couple walked past them paying no mind to the pair. But you froze. They stepped in blocking your exit. The elevator doors closed behind them.

"Y/n you should probably hang up the phone," Johnny said with a small smile.

"I have something you might want to hear," he said stepping to stand beside you. Taeyong stood close behind him. Your lips formed a line. You let out a sigh. You didn't fight against him. You could Chenle calling your name through the line. You hung up placing your phone in your sweater back. You let out a breath trying to calm the rising nerves in your body.

Johnny scoffed out a small smile placing both his hands in front of each other.

"Relax Y/n. I promise what I have to tell you has nothing to do with me, or you. It has to do with us," he said.

"Love what you've done with the place," he said stepping inside. Your dog ran up to his legs, barking at both men. Your maid ran up sweeping her up. He removed his shoes. Your maid came up to him taking his jacket as well as Taeyong's. Holding the small dog close to her chest. She walked off with both. The two didn't budget used to someone putting their things away for them. The two followed you to your kitchen.

"So," you said placing your hand on the island and the other on your waist. You leaned to the side tapping your finger on the island space. Taeyong remained next to Johnny who sat down on one of the empty bar stools. "What no drinks?" he said to you. You rolled your eyes huff leaving your lips.

He chuckled. "You might need one," he said a bit more serious. You eyed him hesitantly for a moment before you offered. "What do you want?" you asked. He smiled turning away from you and to the many bottles of alcohol you had on display. He tapped his chin cockily tapping his chin. "Something strong," he said. "How bad is this news?" you asked him. Johnny sighed. "Pretty bad depending on how you view it," he said with a lit shrug. You chewed on your lip turning to your maid.

"Whiskey for him," you said. "Make that two," he said. You turned sending him a confused glance. "He's not drinking?" you asked motioning your head to Taeyong. Taeyong shook his head as well as Johnny. "He's driving," he said. You nodded in response. You turn to your maid with a sigh.

"Make it two," you said. Before she walked off you stepped closer to her. You lightly held her arm. "Make sure he doesn't try anything. Watch them closely," you whispered. She nodded a stern look in her eyes. She walked off sending Johnny a menacing glance before she disappeared to make the drinks.

"So what's your news?" you said sitting one stool away from him. Taeyong walked to stand behind the counter.

"I don't own your father's company," he said. You sat back weird expression on your face. "That's a bad thing?" you asked with a light scoff. You could feel the laughter start to erupt in your chest. He came all the way here to tell you this? There's no way he made such a trip.

He chuckled at the maid placing both drinks on the island. "Neither do you," he said grabbing onto the glass. Bringing it to his lips. He took a sip squeezing his eyes at the burning taste. "Wow, this is strong. How old is this one?" he asked. You raised a brow. "What do you mean neither do I? I signed the papers," you said.

He shook his head handing his glass to Taeyong. "No, you signed fake papers. Your father never planned to give his company," he said. "And the only reason I don't have it right now is because I decided to turn it down," he said.

"Why?" you asked. Johnny sighed sipping his glass again. "Because I realized something," he said with a point of his finger. "You destroyed the USB with our little video, right?" he asked. You nodded, "I have another but I gave it to my father," you said. Johnny nodded at your confirmation. "Well, your father destroyed it. He said he couldn't bear to finish the video," he began leaning further onto the island both hands placed on the table as he spoke.

"He kept going on and on about how it sicked him to see. He thought better of me," he said. "He even gave me this," he motioned to the bruise on his forehead.

"So what?" you said arms crossed over your chest. "You deserved it," you said jerking your head to his wound. He nodded sliding his bottom lip through his teeth. "Maybe," he said. "But another USB exists," he said. You jumped from your seat to attack him but Taeyong ran around grabbing you. You squirmed in his tight grip.

"Woah woah princess slow down. You didn't let me finish," he said putting his hands up in defense. You shook your head. Your body fighting against Taeyong. He looked up at Taeyong with wide eyes. "I told you she would try and hit me," he said motioning to your unstable frame.

"Let me go," you yelled at Taeyong. He shook his head. "Not until you calm down," He said struggling to hold you. "Y/n I promise I didn't send the video," Johnny said. You shook your head. "I don't trust you," you spat back. He nodded. "I know. But a long time ago we promised we wouldn't lie to each other. You lied to me once already. I'm doing the right thing here," he said standing up towering over you. He stepped closer to you.

"Do you think I came all this way just to tell you I sent him another USB with the exact video I told you I no longer had? I gave you the only copy that existed. No one told you to make two," he said. You huffed frustrated at the truth. "I only made one. I don't know where the other came from," you argued breathlessly still trying to release yourself from Taeyong's grasp.

"Neither do I," said Johnny. He motioned to Taeyong. "Let her go," he said. Taeyong widened his eyes. He raised a brow. "You sure?" he asked. Johnny nodded sitting back on the bar stool. "She needs to be able to trust me," he said. Taeyong slowly let you go ready to grab you again if you lunged forward. Once he let you go you dusted yourself off. Readjusting your clothes. You thought about attacking Johnny again but decided not to. Once Taeyong was sure you no longer posed a threat he stepped aside.

"Now that you've relaxed," he said watching as you eyed him sitting back down. You brought your whiskey glass to your lips taking a long swing. You placed it back down in front of you. "After me and Taeyong did our own little research we still couldn’t figure out the third person who’s been sneaking around us. I figured maybe you could answer my question,” he said with a light shrug.

“So who made another copy?" he asked. You shrugged, "I don't know. Maybe one of your boys," you spat back taking another swing. “Why do you even care?” You asked.

“Because it destroys everything,” he said sternly. It was the first time you saw him serious with you. He’d normally flash you his signature smile and send you a flirty remark about how badly you wish he’d tell you. This time he didn’t. He toned away serious expression on his face. He took another sip of his glass before placing it back down.

Johnny chuckled his body fully facing the island like nothing had happened. He held his glass in one hand elbow leaning on the table, and his other under his arm. He shook his head. "No way in hell. You did a number on them," he said. "I've seen them act in such a way," he said. You couldn't but ask how. It made you somewhat proud to know you ruined them.

"How so?" you asked eyes staring into his side profile. He sighed placing the glass down small smile on his lips. "Well for starters Yangyang doesn't even talk to other girls. Not even his best friend. He avoids all women," he said. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

"No way," you said.

"Way," he said in a teasing girl voice just to mess with you. You punched his arm. He made an o with his lips. "Stop playing," you said. Johnny chuckled rubbing his arm.

"Haechan is gone. All boys schools to sort out his 'behavior'" he said with air quotes. "I know that. I sent him back early this week," you responded. Johnny nodded turning his neck to you and glancing at you. "I know. Also nice touch with the cameras," he said. "You knew?" you asked.

"At first no. Not until Mark noticed something was off. Remember I live with two computer geeks. Well used to live with two thanks to you," he said taking a swing of his drink. You did the same.

"And the rest?" you asked. He eyed you with a teasing smile. "Just say you want to hear about Jaehyun," he said. You snarled at him turning away. He chuckled. "Mark is paranoid. He thinks you're after him. Especially since you got him kicked off the gaming club or whatever he runs," he said. "Yuta disappeared. Last I heard it had something to do with his mother. You wouldn't have anything to do with that?" he asked leaning over.

You shrugged. "Maybe,"

"And Jeno?" you asked. "Jeno? Thanks to you he got kicked off the hockey team. He was so embarrassed he dropped out," he said. You smiled proudly.

"Look at you. Proud of yourself. Don't you wanna hear about the one that started it all?" he asked sipping the last sip of his drink. You motioned your maid to refill his glass. She walked over filling it again. Johnny smiled at her with a slight nod of his head.

"Si Cheng?" you questioned.

"Who else?" he asked with a smirk. You sighed looking away. "I almost forgot about him. What happened to him?" you asked swirling your drink around. "He placed a bet on your little date," he said.

You scoffed. "He's still lying about that?" you asked. He nodded, "Pretty much. Pretty convincing for a while. Your underwear in his car. Your exact perfume on them, his car and him," he said. You gasped turning to him with wide eyes.

"My perfume?" your brow raised. "I never stepped foot in his car," you said. He shrugged. "That's what he claimed happened," he said. "I didn't believe it though. He's not your type," he said slightly nudging your shoulder. You scoffed moving away from him. A disgusted groan leaves your lips.

"All that happened was we bumped into each other. I was late and when I went to leave I fell. My stuff fell out of my bag. He must have stolen my perfume got some pair of panties from some girl and sprayed them," you said in defense.

Johnny nodded. "Sounds about right. Besides they didn't smell like you," he said with a purse of his lips. You rolled your eyes in disgust. "They had my perfume on them," you said. He shook his head. "That's not what I meant," he said.

You gagged but remained silent unsure how to respond. After some uncomfortable beats of silence on your end, you spoke. "Anyways. What happened?" you asked.

"He bet all his money it was true. He lost everything. He moved back with his family. They sent him to China," he said uncaringly.

"You don't seem to care," you said. Johnny sighed. "He's the reason you're coming for us. He fucked up, not me," he said. You nodded but didn't speak. You looked over at Johnny for a moment. If you didn't hate him with every inch of your body, you could see him as your friend.

Johnny briefly glanced over at you. Then realizing you were staring he turned a smirk on his lips. "My my my Y/n you staring," he said turning his body to face you. You shook your head brushing him off. "I'm not," you fought back unable to hide your smile.

"You like me-"

"No," you said quickly. He threw his hands up. "Ouch," he said touching his chest. You gushed. "Like you care," you said taking a swing of your drink. Johnny didn't respond he just watched your lips touch the glass.

"Y/n who made the copy?" he asked. You sighed shaking your head. "I don't know," you responded. "You sure?" he asked. "Wendy? Jungwoo? Ten?" he added. You shook your head. "None of them would ever," you said.

"Not even Jisung?" he asked. You shook your head. "There's no way," you said in defense of him. Johnny nodded backing off. "Okay," He said standing from his seat. He leaned over to you, close enough so Taeyong couldn't hear. He placed a hand on your shoulder. "Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," he said quietly.

Your dog went up to his feet. This time she sniffed him. She bent down to pet her. She let him.

He backed away shortly after turning to exit the kitchen. Taeyong followed behind. Your maid came to your side but you brushed her off telling her to escort the boys.

What Johnny said sat both in your mind and in the pit of your stomach. You never considered the fact one of your friends could betray you. Johnny had no reason to lie. You could see right through his cool and confident front. He was desperate. He, for different reasons, needed to know who made the copy.

You stood up from your seat walking into your living room. You pulled out your phone calling Jisung. You waited. Your phone is ringing. By the third ring, he didn't answer the call so you hung up. Annoyed you huffed flopping onto your couch.

You remained awake the whole night. By the time the sun came up you still hadn't noticed you never fell asleep. Instead, you remained in. your living room. Tv on low and the lights dimmed. Your thoughts are loud and filled with unanswered questions about the people who know you. At least thought you knew.

The maids opened the curtains the morning sun shining through. You squinted your eyes looking up at the sky. You stood up walking to the window seeing the city surrounding you.

"Miss Y/L," one of the maids called. You turned to her intently. "Miss Wendy and Mr.Jungwoo here," she said. "For Sunday breakfast," she said. You nodded. "Is…?" you began words dying on your tongue as she shook her head. You nodded licking your lips back. "Thank you. Let her wait in the living room. I will go and change," you said. She bowed. She watched you walk away with a frown on her lips. She sent maids to attend to Jungwoo and Wendy and she followed behind you.

You walked down the hall dog on your heel as well as your maid Brenda. Brenda closed your bedroom door behind her once you both stepped inside. You noticed her but paid no mind. She tended to be nosey when it comes to your life.

"Brenda, are you here to help me? Or spy?" you asked walking into your bathroom. She shook her head grabbing hold of your bathroom items including skin care. She placed them on the bathroom counter as you brushed your teeth.

"I'm just making sure you're okay," she said with a small smile. "I know how much he means to you," she said. You spit out the paste rinsing your mouth. You turned the water off and got started on your skin. You shrugged. "It's whatever. He's just another boy," you said nonchalantly. But she knew you were hiding your feelings. She's known you your whole life, better than your mother.

"Y/n I know this may be pushing but," she handed you the cleanser. You gladly took it from her. "I want you to know I am here for you if you want to talk about it. I'm a good listener," she said another sad smile on her lips. You sighed drying off your face. You placed both of your palms on the sink. You looked at her through your mirror. "What's the point? Talking about him won't bring him back nor snap him out of whatever funk he's in," you said drying off your hands.

Brenda sighed handing you your serum. "I know but it may make you feel better," she said. You nodded patting her shoulder. "I promise later we'll talk about it. Until then I'm meeting someone later today," you said. Confused she raised her brow. "Who?" she asked. "Jaehyun," you said with a smile.

"Sorry, I can't stay for breakfast," You said to both Wendy and Jungwoo. "My father has other plans for me today," you said with an apologetic smile. You felt bad lying to your friends but you weren't too sure what to tell them. Johnny's warnings still lingered in your mind.

The two sighed but nodded understandingly. "I get it," Wendy said. "You should see your father after everything that happened. Maybe he'll back you up," she said. You nodded letting out a long sigh. "I hope so," you responded. Jungwoo came to your side patting your back.

"I'm sorry Jisung couldn't come. We tried but he said he's still upset about Haechan," he said. You huffed. "Still? I swear he's overreacting," you said. Wendy nodded agreeing. She grabbed her purse. "Okay, we'll let you go. Dinner later tonight?" she asked. You nodded with a smile. She hugged you goodbye both she and Jungwoo left.

You tapped your finger on the table in the cafe you sat in. Every time the bell at the door would ring you'd look over seeing a stranger walk in. After fifteen minutes you heard another bell and footsteps approaching.

"You are late,” you said to Jaehyun purse of your lips as he sat down. His chest heaved up and down, his cheek flushed and the tips of his ears red. He stared down at you. The tea before you hot, smoking rising from the cup. The sunglasses over your eyes concealed the excitement and fear in your iris.

He held up a letter in his hands motioning it to you.

“I know everything,” he said letting out an exhausted breath.

“He knows too,” he said with a smirk.

"I'm not even surprised you told him," you said as you sipped your tea. You placed it back down with a small shrug. "Then again when could I ever trust you?" you said.

"How do you know what I'm talking about?" he asked.

"Sit down," you replied. He obliged sitting across from you. "My father and Johnny are no longer partners. He won't listen to him, but you. He still somewhat trusts you. I know you told him everything," you said a smile creeping up on the corner of your lips. He adjusted himself in his seat. A waiter came up to him. Jaehyun ordered and the waiter walked off.

You took the letter off the table. The crumbled-up loose-leaf paper from your purse was sitting in front of you. Names are crossed out and notes are written on the side. You threw it back at him.

"Is this supposed to be threatening?" you asked him. He shook his head. "No. It's my final apology. I am sorry for what I did to you. For what I've done to you. I won't beg for you to love me or be with me. I deserve everything I get. My worst fear was losing you and I did. My greatest heartache was your disappointment," he said with a sigh fidgeting with his fingers.

"You broke my heart. You won," he said quietly. You licked your teeth.

"You know I never wanted to hurt you. I didn't intend to in the beginning. I only wanted to hurt you like you hurt me," you confessed. "I loved you," you said. He nodded looking into your concealed eyes.

"And I love you. Good luck Y/n," he said standing from his seat and leaving. He went to storm off but bumped into someone. He looked up eye meeting with Jisung. His breath cut in his throat but he didn't fight. He just stepped out of his way letting him get to you. You waited for a moment. You'd leave once Jaehyun was fully gone.

The waiter placed the coffee on the table in front of the empty seat.

Jisung searched for you. He eventually spotted you alone with two cups of coffee at your table. He rushed over to you taking the seat Jaehyun once sat in. Your eyes are wide, thankfully hidden by your glasses. He picked up the coffee sipping it. He placed it back down.

"It's good," he said. You kicked him from under the table. He groaned in pain face turning red. "I deserved that," he said. "Are you crazy?" you asked. "You ghosted me for days and the first you do is tell me the coffee is good?" you argued. You huffed rolling your eyes.

You stood up from your seat and angrily walked towards the door. Jisung quickly stood up following behind you.

"Wait Y/n," he called after you. You walked faster to your car. Driver opening the door for you. He closed it the minute you sat inside shutting it on Jisung. He huffed the driver sending him a glare before he went to the other side. Jisung wasted no time opening the door and sliding inside.

Your glasses now sitting on top of your head. You heard the door open and then close again. It startled you cuaisng your glasses to fall. You both reached down to grab them. You grabbed them first placing them on the seat.

"Get out," you said. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said eyes trying to meet yours. You turned your front side away facing the window. "I was just upset about seeing you and Haechan together," he pleaded seeing your chest rise and then fall, annoyed. He sighed disappointed.

"I was jealous," he confessed letting his head fall. "I was jealous seeing the two of you together even though I know you don't like him," he said. "So why did you ignore me?" you asked barely turning your neck to look at him.

“Because I was embarrassed with myself. I shouldn't have gotten so upset. I'm sorry," he said. He gently touched your side moving you around. He looked you apologetically in your eyes.

"I promise next time I get upset I'll talk to you about it so we can work it out together," he said. "Promise?" you asked. He nodded with a smile leaning down and placing a peck on your cheek.

"Promise," he said. You turned your head placing a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled holding onto the side of your face deepening the kiss you shared. He pulled you closer to his frame but you stopped him," he frowned worried but you chuckled.

"I'm on my way to meet with my father," you said gently pushing him back. He didn't protest he nodded understandingly. "You should come with," you said breaking the tension in the car. Shocked he sat back. "Is that a good idea?" he asked. You scoffed small chuckle leaving your lips.

"Why wouldn't it be?" you asked leaning forward inches from his lips. "You nervous?" you asked eyes flicking from his eyes, to his lips then back to his eyes. He shook his head gulping hard. "No, I'm just making sure you're making the right choice," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?" you asked placing a sweet kiss on his lips. Your fingers lingered dusting the strings of his sweater. He shut his eyes relaxing into your touch.

You pulled away seeing his eyes still closed. You smiled a giggle leaving your lips. When he opened his eyes you were already looking into his. You took in your beauty from this angle. This close he could see every detail of your face. Your scar from a pimple, the curve of your lips, the shape of your eyes and nose. You looked so beautiful. Every inch of you was.

You chuckled backing away. "You're staring," you commented. He shook himself out of his thoughts.

"I couldn't help it," he said making you smile.

You turned to the driver. "Nathan started the car. Take us to my father," you said looking back at Jisung with a smile.

"It's ok Y/n. I promise I'll meet him another time," he said. Your smile fell and you nodded. "I have something I need to do. I'll call you ok?" he said as the car stopped. He leaned over placing a quick kiss on your cheek and then left.

It was a good idea that Jisung left. The meeting you assumed you'd be having was much worse than you thought.

You never thought this was where it would come to. You and Johnny Suh sitting in one of the tallest buildings in the city. Sitting in one of your Father's buildings, HeadQuarters. Both of you sat in his office your father sitting behind his high desk while the two of you sat in front of it. Security standing in all areas of the room. Some Security yours, some Johnny's but the majority your fathers.

The office was dark and cold. You always hated coming here. The large window behind your father's coal-colored desk exposed the city that surrounded you. As a kid, you would run to the window and stare below the people appearing as ants. Your father wasn't one for the arts. He was a modern man with traditional values. He was modern with his money but not his mind. Is office showed just that. A lifeless room with dark colors on the walls.

Black leather couches were placed behind for more personal, comfortable meetings with clients. However, while personal this was far from comfortable.

Your father's reactions were sure to scare you. You had been caught. You looked over at Johnny. Johnny glanced over to you with a nod. You turned back to your father.

He tapped his finger on his desk. "Recently it has been brought to my attention that you have been running around the frat house Johnny runs making trouble. Is that true?" your father asked.

You shrugged playing with the arm of the leather true. "You already know the answer. That's why you're asking," you responded annoyed. He huffed hands clasped together squeezing each other. "Y/n I'm not a part of your little game. You will not speak to me as you please. Remember I am your father," he said sternly.

You scoffed. "Since when? Since people are talking? Since mother left you?" you questioned poking at him. He slammed his fist on his desk gritting his teeth. "I won't let you destroy this business Y/n!" he yelled. "One more mistake and I'll cut you off," he warned. You shrugged cockily. "So what? Mother makes more money than you. She takes care of me very well," you said.

"Y/n I'm being serious," he said.

"Y/n listen to your daddy-"

"You shut the fuck up, Suh. I don't want to hear a sound from you or I swear I'll kill you. You're lucky your father is important to this business or so help me I'll kill you with my bare hands," he threatened. Johnny raised his hands defense shutting his mouth. He turned back to you.

"As for you," he pointed. "You're going to live with your mother for the rest of the semester. You can finish school online but you can't be here," he said. You shook your head. "No, I'm not," you spoke back. He raised a brow. "Oh really? Well, I pay for your apartment in the city remember?" he threw in your face.

"Mother can buy me another," you argued as he stood up walking to you. His chest puffed out as he walked further. Nostrils flared as you continued to speak.

"She can buy me a bigger one too. At least she fills up the Y/n-shaped hole in her heart with reliable money. Tell me Father where does your source of income come from again," you said standing up in his face. He reached his hand behind and swung slapping you square in the face.He hit you so hard you fell. Everyone jerked forward shocked.

The minute you hit the floor the shock hit you. Never in your life did your father put his hands on you. He yelled and said the most harmful things to you. But he never hit you and you said worst things to him in the past. He just shuts you out. Avoid you for weeks sometimes months. This only means whatever you did this time cost him a whole lot more than money. The security plus Johnny moved to help you but your father cursed.

"Step back all of you!" he huffed chest rising up and down. He bends down to your level on the ground. You held the side of your face that burned. "Let me explain something to you. And I'll only explain it once to pay attention," he said grabbing onto your hair. You winced in pain.

"If I ever find out again you made another little video to get revenge on some stupid college boys I'll do worse you," he warned anger spilling from his tongue. “How could you be so stupid?” He asked the young hoping you could give him a good enough reason to do something like that. He felt a pull at his heart. He failed at protecting you. He failed as your father. It’s his fault you got hurt. You came up with such plans. He should have taken better care of you. He should have shown you how much he adored and loved you. Instead he’s left with a broken heart and no one to blame but himself.

You winced holding onto his hand that held your head. "I never clicked play," you did your best to get out trying to remove his strong grip. He placed you on the ground turning to Johnny.

"Is that true?" he asked him. Johnny nodded. Your father foamed at the mouth. He turned away from Johnny and looked to his security. "Block him before I kill him," he ordered. They all ran to his side few helping you up. When you finally stood up you laughed. Your father stopped walking to his desk, and the rest of the room stopped moving.

"Y/n…" he began. "No," you said dropping your smile and raising your finger.

"You hit me, you threw me on the ground father," you said walking up to him. He didn't move he only turned his body to you.

“You arranged marriages for me, you made me sign fake papers, and you believed I recorded myself for revenge," you scoffed hands hitting your side. "Tell me father what video between a man and a woman is beneficial for the girl?" you asked in the form of a question. He only stammered unable to respond.

"I did everything, Jaehyun told me he told you. I did it because they were all just like you," you pointed poking his chest hard. "They lie and use me. They cheat and treat me as if I'm an object. Guess I shouldn't take it too personally though," you said shrugging looking off to Johnny and then back at your father. "They treat every woman the same. I'm just one of many," you said crossing your arms over your chest.

"I did everything for you," he said feeling bad. He let his anger get the best of him again. He just wanted to hit you for being so stupid. At least stupid enough to film a video and use it.

The guilt sunk into his chest. He could see how you winced every time the cool air touched the right side of your face. He for the first time truly was seeing the consequences of his actions. He slowly started to realize every time you spoke, he was losing you inch by inch. Piece by piece you were getting rid of him too.

"You are nothing to me anymore Father. Not even a bank," you said out of anger. He was doing this for you? Forced marriages and unfair punishments are something no one deserves. You went to walk away but he called out for you.

"Y/n you can't leave," he said. You scoffed. "Why not?" you asked.

"Because that paper you signed was a marriage contract," he confessed. You stopped your motion. Your heart sank below. You slowly turned to him. "What?" you asked. Pit in your stomach boiling up to the surface.

"The papers were for a real contract. Just not to the company," he said backing away.

You felt full wrath throughout your veins. If you didn't hate him before you hated him now. "Married? To who?" you asked. You pointed to Johnny. "Him?" he shook his head. "Jaehyun?" you asked taking a step back. He shook his head again.

"Then who?" you asked more confused than angry.

The door opened and closed behind you.

"No," he said. "Me," you turned following the sound of the voice. There stood Ten at the doorway dressed in an all-black suit. His hair gelled and slicked back. You felt the sob in your throat get stuck. "Ten?" you questioned. "How could you?" you asked. He smirked as he walked inside.

Your eyes widened. Your heart stopped beating for a moment. Not a muscle in your body wanted to turn. You shut your eyes for a moment praying this was a dream. A nightmare you'd wake from once he went to touch you. But it was real.

"Just make sure you are being safe. There's someone who's been watching us while we have been watching each other," He was right. This entire time.

You were watching Johnny.

Johnny was watching you.

But no one was watching him.

You finally turned to him. He stepped into the room hands out in pride and a proud smile on his lips. "What? Didn't expect to see me?" he said. "I promise I'll show," he said coming to your side. You stepped away from him.

"Ten it was you? You made the copy and sent it to my dad?" you asked. He nodded. "I was wondering when you'd figure that out," he said. "Maybe you're not as smart as you seen," he said floating away from you and to your father’s unoccupied desk. He sat down in his chair and spun side to side in the black leather chair.

"I thought I could trust you?" you said a puff in your chest. Your hurt quickly switches to anger.

He shrugged. "You should have paid more attention," he smirked signing his name on the contract. Taking everything from you. "How could this be? I thought you cared about me?" you asked feeling your heart swell seeing one of your best friends ruin everything you worked for.

Ten smirked as he placed the papers on the desk. You looked over at your father tears glossing over your eyes. He only shrugged hands held up. There was nothing he could do. Small beats of silence passed as you tried to process everything.

"How come the prettiest flowers have to die?" he asked an airy chuckle leaving his lips. as got comfortable in the black chair.

"Man, you are so easy to lie to. All I had to do was fight your stupid little boyfriend you folded so quickly. It's pathetic honestly. You're just like them," he spat. You walked up to him smacking him across his face.

Ten heads remained to the side throbbing in pain. He moved his jaw around as he turned back. His cheek was an angry red color. "I'll let that slide since you're angry," he said.

"I thought you were my friend?" you yelled face on fire. He sighed with a shrug. "It's not personal sweetheart. Just business," he said. "Some of us aren't as nice as we seem," he said remaining by Ten's side.

"Security remove them," Ten motioned to you, Johnny, and your father. They followed his orders grabbing onto you. Your eyes met Tens. "You won't get away with this," you said.

He pucker his lips tilting his head. "Awe. I already have," he said as the door shut in your face. All three of you were thrown out onto the street. You argued with the guards but they didn't budge. You were no longer welcome here. Your father eventually walked off saying his goodbyes.

Johnny remained alongside you. After exhausting yourself you turned seeing Wendy and Jungwoo leaning against his car. You eyed her. She smiled at you waving.

"I was hoping to see you," she said. Before she could finish your hand came from behind your head and across her face. She fell onto the ground in pain. "What the fuck?!" she cursed looking above to meet your eyes. "Are you crazy?" she yelled standing back up. Jungwoo gasped loudly. "What the hell?" he questioned.

You went after Jungwoo next but Johnny grabbed onto you holding you back.

"I can see where you get it from now," he commented. You ignored his words trying to pry him off. "What is wrong with her?" she asked. Johnny turned to her. "Like you don't know," he spat. She shook her head frustrated and lost.

"No I don't care to fill me in asshole," she argued. He huffed. "Your little boyfriend just played us, all of us. He took everything, her father's business, and ruined her plans," he said to her. They both widened and stepped back. They both had no idea what was going on just as lost as you. They were only with Ten and Jisung because Ten said he wanted to fix things. She had no idea his true intentions.

He nodded struggling to hold you. You slipped from his grip and onto the ground. You stood back up dusting yourself off.

"No way," Jungwoo said. You let out a cough as you looked over at the both of them. "I'm sorry for my behavior," you said. "I thought you were with him," you said. They both nodded. "It's okay. Just next time talk to us before you attack girl," said Jungwoo. You nodded walking over to them. The minute their arms wrapped around you, you cried.

A few days later.

Your house was quiet. So lost in thought you couldn't make a sound. How could you have missed the signs? The time he spent away was just spent plotting? The fight with Ten the whole thing was fake. So committed to his role he pretended to be your friend. Ten even tried to convince you to not trust Jisung.

Where did he even find the time to plot? He spent most of his time with you. You assumed he got to work after the fight between Jisung and him. The knock on your bedroom door stole you from your thoughts.

"Come in," you said. Jisung walked in Brenda closed the door behind her leaving the two of you alone. He came to your side climbing into your bed. He crawled beside you holding onto you. You laid your head on his chest feeling your eyes burn. Your lip quivered and your chest heated up.

“How could I have been so stupid?" you asked him. He shook his head leaning his head down to face you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes for a moment.

"You're not stupid. Anyone would have been fooled. I mean we all were," he said. You nodded a part of you grateful you weren't alone in this. You sighed. "I thought he was my best friend.," you said staring at an empty corner in your room. "I thought we'd just talk about things and we'd be okay," you said sadness in your tone.

"I know," he said letting out a sigh. He held onto you wrapping you in a hug. "I know,"

"Are mad at me?" you asked him. He remained holding you. "Why would I be mad?" he asked.

"Because I'm married," you said. He shook his head. "You're not married. So what if the paper says so? You're with me. Ten tricked you. It doesn't count," he reassured you. You nodded and snuggled up into his chest.

The two of you remained like this for a moment before Brenda knocked on the door again.

"Yes?" you asked. "You have a visitor," she said.

"Who?" you asked.

"Mr. Taeyong," she said. Confused you and Jisung both looked up at each other to slip out of bed and to the door. You put on your house slides and opened the door. Seeing Taeyong standing right outside of it.

"Johnny sent me because he couldn't make it," he said.

"Why?" Jisung asked. He looked away from him and at you.

"He has a plan to take Ten down. But that's only if you want to be a part of it. If not he will take them down himself after all they took something of great worth to him too," he said.

"Who?" you asked.

"You," he pointed. You scoffed going to close the door. "I'm not his property," you said. Taeyong swiftly stopped the door with his foot. He shook his head. "No not in that way. I think we both know for a while Mr.Suh has been interested in you. He may have a weird way of showing so but he's changed," he said.

"Stop trying to make Johnny seem like the better option. I'll only work with him to take Ten down. Nothing more or less," you said. Taeyong nodded with a smile. "Very well. You may meet with Johnny tomorrow to discuss the details," he said. He eyed you up and down seeing you in leggings and an oversized shirt.

"Make sure to come prepared for business. Lots of meetings," he said as he said goodnight to both of you. Brenda quickly escorted him out trying to keep up with his quick pace.

"No way you're working with Johnny? Right after Ten," Jisung commented. You went to your closet picking out an outfit. "What other choice do I have?" you asked. He just sighed flopping onto your bed. You never learn.

"Alright I'm here," you said as you stepped into Johnny's limo Jisung next to you holding onto your hand. He had been there for you all week. Even spending the night to make sure you were okay. The driver closed the door behind you stepping into the driver's seat soon after. "What's the plan?' you asked Johnny. He put his phone down handing it to Taeyong who held onto the device. He placed one leg over the other handing you a drink.

"Drink?" he offered. You shook your head. "Johnny I'm not here for games," you said. He placed the drink down into the hold deciding not to protest your refusal. "What's the plan?" you asked. He signed. He turned to Taeyong. "The file," he said. Taeyong nodded opening up his briefcase and handing Johnny a yellow file.

"Huh?' you questioned. "Taeyong is studying to be a lawyer. My actual lawyer is there already. Taeyong just helps me look into the stuff he can't," he said flipping through the file. "I'm good at finding things," he spoke proudly.

"What's that?" you asked leaning over and reading Ten's name on the envelope. "It's everything I have on Ten. Every bad thing he's done and other things that just make him look bad," he said flipping through the pages.

"Wow you have a lot of stuff," you said eyes following the pages Johnny turned.

"Yeah I'm assuming he never told you," he said. You shook your head confused. "Tell me what?" you asked Johnny. They both looked at each other. Taeyong nodded and Johnny sighed. "Our friend Ten has a bit of a past," he said.

"What kind of past?" you asked sitting back. Johnny shook his head "Nothing too terrible," he said. "He's dealt for Jaemin a few times, fought with Haechan, physically," he said continuing the list. You remained stunned the more he spoke. You couldn't believe you knew nothing about this boy and he knew everything about you.

"He also lied about his relationship with us. He lived with us," he said. "Really?" you asked shocked. You looked over at Jisung but he shook his head. "I had no clue," he said.

"He moved out before Jisung moved in," Taeyong said. You nodded looking away from Jisung. The more you found out the more hurt you felt. He did use you.

He nodded. "Yup. We all knew he liked you. Ten just wanted something of his own. It seemed like he always had something to prove," he said. Taeyong nodded in agreement. "He helped you destroy their lives, he got you and a chunk of your father's business," he said closing the file and placing it in his lap.

"Looks like he did it," he said looking off. "Did what?" you asked.

"Seems like he's won," he said. Taeyong frowned head falling. But you remained confident. If you could take down some of the most powerful boys in the entire country, what was one less useless boy on your way to success?

"His victory will be short-lived," you said. Johnny turned to you with an impressed smile. "That's my girl," Jisung said kissing your cheek.

You both entered the room leaving Taeyong and Jisung alone in the limo. When you walked in your father sat at the table across from where you would sit. You eyed Johnny for not telling you he'd be here. He must shrugged it off confidently walking to his seat right next to you.

Ten also sat at the long conference table. You felt your body freeze for a moment seeing Ten. Johnny noticed and bent down to your ear. "Relax remember he's just a silly little boy trying to prove something to his daddy," he said. Feeling assured you sat down next to the lawyer.

"My client signed the marriage form unknowingly. Her father tricked her into doing so," your lawyer argued. You nodded trying to keep your focus on your father. Which was proving to be difficult being that you could feel Ten's bright burn on you.

His eyes watching you closely. You wanted to call him out, say something but knew this was not the time nor place. Johnny noticed. He placed his hand on top of yours underneath the table. Placing his big hand over yours. It slowly calmed you down.

"Legally they are married," the other lawyer said. "Ten has full access to the business as long as the two are married," he said. "I need a moment," you said to Johnny. He nodded and you turned to the judge. "May I please step out for a moment," you asked. She nodded. You stood up and he followed you out.

"Shouldn't I follow her out?" Ten asked. "She's my wife after all," he cockily sat in his seat a smirk rising on his lips. You scoffed looking over at the judge. "This is who you want me to stay married to you?" you questioned before leaving.

You leaned against the wall head in your hands. Johnny stepped out looking down the hallway seeing you. He walked over to where you sat on the ground near the water fountain. You looked up for a brief moment seeing Johnny.

"What am I gonna do Johnny? I can stay married to him," you cried. Johnny had never seen you this way. Normally you'd be at his throat any moment you could get. But now you were partners, he was helping you take them down and you still didn't know why.

"Johnny?" you called. He nodded. "Yea?" he said. "Why are you helping me?" you asked. He sighed sitting beside you. He huffed smirk on his lips. "Because I'm the best," he joked. He rolled your eyes. "I'm serious," you said. He sighed a smile on his lips. "Fine. It's because I want to make things right," he said.

"I should have never taken a video of you without your consent. I'm sorry for hurting you and ruining your relationship with Jaehyun. I'm also sorry for being a part of the reason we're here in the first place," he said with a sigh.

"Johnny," you called. "You promised," you said and he shook his head turning to you. "And that promise I will keep, forever. I told you I'd never lie to you and I'm not. Sure I have in the past, but I'm not perfect. But right now I'm telling you the truth," he said lifting your chin with the pad of his thumb. He wiped your tears away.

"You're too pretty to cry," he said sincerely. He stared deep into your eyes. It felt like he was looking right into your soul.

"I'm sorry," he said. You chuckled. "My enemy is my friend," you said wiping away another tear. He nodded with a smile. "Friend? I think I like that," He said a warm feeling in his chest. He sighed, "Now come on put on your big girl pants, and let's get you that business," he said. You felt your confidence start to flow back into your body. You nodded.

"Let's do it," you said walking back alongside him.

"Since the two parties can not get a divorce until they are married for two years I can not divorce them," the judge spoke. "However, since Miss Y/N was tricked into signing the papers they shall be dismissed as ineligible and will not be seen as marriage. Meaning the business no longer has Ten and returns to the original owner," she said. "Until Y/n marry then the business shall be hers," she said.

"Case dismiss-"

"Wait!" your father said. He turned to you. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you Y/n. I'm sorry I assumed you needed a partner to run my business, to take care of you. I just couldn't trust that you'd succeed. But I realize now you are exactly the person I'd want to run my company," he said.

"That's wonderful sir but it says she still needs to be married and her partner will own it not her," she said. Your father nodded. "I know. But if her partner wants to give her the company, they can," he said to you. "Really?" you asked. He nodded. Your smile was wide until it fell. "I have no one to marry," you said.

Ten chuckled seeing you'd still fail.

"I'll get Jisung," your father said. "You can't leave," the judge said. "If that boy is not in the room it won't count," she said.

"I'll do it," Johnny said. "I'll marry her and after two years if she wants a divorce I'll sign the papers," he said. The two men rose in their chairs at his words. They couldn't believe what they were hearing. Johnny of all people wanted to get married. You sook your head holding onto his arm.

"Johnny you don't have to do this. You've done enough," you pleaded. He shook his head looking into your eyes.

"I'm not doing it for me. I'm doing it for you. You've come this far. It's the least I can do," he said. You let your arm fall giving up on changing his mind. At this point, two years with Johnny was better than with Ten.

The papers were handed to him. You both signed the contract with your father as your witness. The two of you are now married in the eyes of the law. "I want to give her everything," he said. Johnny signed the company off to you and you officially became the full owner of your father's company. He couldn't be any more proud of you.

Jisung and Ten couldn't believe it. Everything was stripped away from them so quickly. "So as your first order of business. What do you wish to do Chairwoman Y/n?" Johnny asked. You smiled looking away from him and at Ten.

"Get these men out of my building. They are no longer welcome here," you said. Johnny smirked. "As you wish, honey," he said motioning the guards to remove them. Ten dropped to his knees in front of you begging you.

"Please Y/n forgive me. I love you," he said. You scoffed turning away. He grabbed onto your leg. "He made me do it! He threatened me!" he shouted as you tried to throw him off your leg. Johnny jumped up but security got involved grabbing onto Ten and throwing him out. You all left the building. Jisung came up to you with a smile on his face. "So what did the judge say?" he asked. You signed disappointed. "What?" he asked.

"She let her divorce Ten. But to get the company she had to marry someone. She married me but I have no poor intentions. I don't wish to ruin your relationship," he said holding his hand out to Jisung. Jisung was caught off guard by Johnny. Johnny had never really looked him in the eye before. He usually brushed past him in their shared house.

"I'm sorry for how I treated you Jisung. You may be a dork but you are kind and good to Y/n. That's all I want for her," he said. Jisung looked down at Johnny's hand and then at Johnny. Half of a smile appeared on his lips as he took Johnny's hand in his. The two men shook hands then Johnny left.

He stood beside Taeyong watching as your father walked up to both you and Jisung. He sighed at the sight.

"Are you okay?" Taeyong asked. Johnny nodded. "I will be," he said.

"You won't fight for her?" he asked both men watching you. Johnny shook his head. "Any chance I had was destroyed the night I took that video. She'll never be able to see anything else but that, no matter how hard we both try," he said putting both his hands in his pockets.

"The best thing I can do is leave her alone," he said. Taeyong turned to Johnny. "But you love her," he said. Johnny nodded, "I know. But as the new man I want to become. The only way I can make her happy is by letting her go," he said with a smile watching as Jisung and your father shook hands. He patted Jisung's shoulder and he looked down at you with the most loving look in his eyes.

Johnny knew he couldn't give you that. He knew the game of cat and mouse was over. It was time to grow up. Become a better person so he would no longer hurt the people around him, especially the people he loved. He promised himself the next time a girl like you came into his life he wouldn't treat her like he treated you.

Only a girl like you would never exist in his world. Because there's only one you and that's something he accepted. As he watched over the last months Jisung fell in love with you.

Taeyong scoffed crossing his arms over his chest. "How long did you know?" he asked. Johnny chuckled looking away. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said. Taeyong shook his head poking the inside of his mouth with his tongue. "You were never gonna send that video. You knew he loved her," he said.

"I knew since she approached him in our Anatomy class. She didn't notice me in the back but I was there," he said. You turned your head seeing Johnny was still there alongside Taeyong. You stared at him sending him a small wave. He waved back with a smile. He watched you turn back to Jisung holding onto his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

Your father walked the two of you to his black limo. You wanted to peek at Johnny but didn't. He was the past. You sat in the limo beside Jisung as your father took the two of you to lunch.

Johnny watched the limo drive off. Once it was out of sight he sat inside his own Taeyong following behind. The limo took off in the opposite direction of yours.

“Your father seems to like me,” Jisung said as the two of you stepped inside your apartment. You both removed your shoes and jackets. You smiled as you removed your heels. You nodded. “It seems so. I’m still upset with him though,” you said going up to Jisung. He scrunched his lips in a frown. He pulled you into his embrace.

“Jisung,” you called face in his chest. You could feel his chest rise and fall. The warmth from his body fills yours.

“Yes?” He asked looking down at the top of your head.

“What happens now?” You asked. “What happens with all those boys?” You asked arms wrapping around him tighter. He sighed. “Well since you exposed them they all got kicked out of the Frat and I’m assuming it’s the same for school,” he said. You released him staring up into his eyes surreal written on your face.

“Really?” You asked. “How? Johnny and Jaehyun would never,” you said surprised. Jisung chuckled letting his arms fall from your back to your waist pulling you closer to him as you both walked over to your bedroom.

“It was Johnny’s idea. Jaehyun just agreed,” he said arms wrapped around your back. His front is close to your back. Your hands held onto his strong veiny arms. He placed a tender kiss on the side of your head. You turned the knob to your door. Jisung closed it with his foot. You both walked over to your bed sitting at the edge. Jisung followed sitting beside you.

“So they're all gone?” You asked. Jisung nodded. You hadn’t even realized their disappearance, only Yuta’s. You knew exposing them would hurt them but getting kicked out. You had no idea the school was on your side. “Johnny stepped down as well as a leader. He’s about to graduate anyway,” he said. “He left it to Jaehyun who will leave it to someone else in the future,” he said laying his arms back and using them to hold his body up.

You smiled proud of yourself. You had managed to destroy both their personal, family, and school lives. All of them would pay for their crimes. All of them hurt people, including Johnny you seemed to have been doing your best to make things right between him and you. You just wished he could fix things with the other girls he hurt, like Wendy.

You let out a sigh feeling a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. “It’s finally over,” you said looking towards your window. You then looked back at Jisung with a smile. His lips motioned yours, he’d been staring at them the whole time. “Time to celebrate,” you said eyes flicking from his, to his lips, and back to his.

He shook his head looking away. He chuckled rubbing his eyes. “You have to stop doing that,” he said. You giggled leaning closer to him. Hands pawing at your bed. “Like what?” You asked wide eyes looking at his. He chewed his lip focusing on the part between yours. Your eyes wide staring into his.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. Just off your intense stare alone, he could feel the twitch in his pants. You looked down from his eyes and this time at his cock. You looked back up into his sitting closer to him. “Jisung,” you called just below a whisper. He gulped. “Yes?” He asked his voice dropping an octave.

“Will you celebrate with me?” You asked your words dropping from your lips like a magic spell. He felt tranced by the sound of your voice. If you kept talking to him like that he’d exploded. He nodded jaw slacking. “Yea,” he said eyes still trained on yours. You giggled darkly. “What should do to celebrate?” You asked. Your hand met his neck creeping its way down his body. He watched your hand for a moment slide down his chest slowly.

“Should I reward you for everything you’ve done for me? Wrap my lips around your cock and make you feel good?” You asked voice hushed and soft like silk. Jisung sucked in a breath. His dick twitched in his pants. He chewed on his lip watching as your hand inched its way closer. Hovering over his dick your hand wrapped around it squeezing him. He groaned head falling back.

“Y/n please,” begged subtly trying to fuck his cock in your hand.

It was so hot. Watching Jisung squirm under your touch. His long hair was already a mess. Sweat formed on his forehead making a few hairs stick onto his forehead. His lips parted soft groans escaped his lips. You palmed him just above his jeans. You could feel his cock hardened in the grip of your hand.

You cooed at his reactions. His lips puffy and pouting out. His dazed eyes look into yours. Then you realized you didn't want to ruin him. You wouldn't treat him like the boys you had been with. You wanted ownership and control. With Jisung you could relax. Please him and still feel confident in your skin.

The idea of making Jisung feel good. Helping him reach his high went straight from your head to your pussy. You leaned over smirk on your lips. You couldn’t help it. You engulfed his lips with yours. He whined into your mouth hands reaching up and grabbing onto your hair. The kiss is passionate and full of hunger. You'd both been waiting for this. After months of tension and longing stares of want we're finally reaching the surface.

The desire for each other made you both mad. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him and make him feel good. Jisung had the same desires as you. Desperate to please you. Clinging onto your frame when you pulled away from his lips. He softly bit into your bottom lip pulling you closer to his mouth. His lips quickly on yours again.

When you both finally pulled away your chest rose up and down. Faces flushed, the tips of his ears red. "Y/n I want you so badly. I need you baby it hurts," he whined pushing his throbbing dick into your hand that remained covering it. You frowned leaning close to him.

"How can I make it go away?" you asked teasing tone in your voice. He shuddered feeling you squeeze him again. Tingles ran down his spine. His fingers gripped onto the sheets of your bed. His other hand wraps around the small of your back and squeezes onto your love handles.

"Touch me," he hushed, begging onto your lips. His pleading eyes looked into yours. He needed you so badly that it hurt him. He couldn't begin to understand. He never realized how badly he could desperately want another person. You tenderly kissed his jaw, kissing your way down the rest of his body.

You reached his exposed neckline breaking away only to pull his shirt over his head. His hair flopped down into place. His chest rose and fell. Your eyes danced around his naked torso. Lines carved out forming a v to his cock. You licked your lips. Jisung started to feel a little shy under your stare. You smiled up at him feeling his body tense. You kissed your way down his body.

He wanted nothing more than to flip you over. Shove his mouth between your legs and devour your pussy like a starved man. That day he tasted you on his fingers he swore when the opportunity came he'd taste every inch of you. He dreams about your sweet taste. He knew now in this moment he'd have to wait before he could explore your body. This time you'd take your time. Make him feel good. Silently thanking him for being there.

He didn't expect this from you. He just wanted to remain by your side for as long as you'd have him. He loved you more than anyone else in this world. He'd have his time with you. He'd give you everything if you wanted it.

But for now, he'd let you do whatever you'd like.

You pushed him back. His body lying flat on your bed. Leaning to your side you unbuckled his belt. Undoing his button he lifted his ass allowing you to remove his clothes. He went to reach out to touch you but you backed away shaking your head.

"I want to try this," you said. He raised a brow sitting up a little. "You've never given head before?" he asked a little confused. If you had never said anything he would have believed you had. You were making him feel so good before you even touched him. He thought you knew what you were doing.

You shook your head playing with the outline of his boxers. "No. My mother told me to never do it. She would say, "He already has you in his bedroom. Why do you need to do anymore?" you said a small chuckle leaving your lips. Jisung's eyes followed yours and your hands outlining his hard cock. A patch of wetness on his boxers. You sighed looking down at his cock squeezing his tip with your fingers.

He groaned loud bucking his hips upwards. "But you're not just any man. You're the man I love," you said looking into his eyes. He smiled wide your words touching his heart. Dancing through his mind. Your confession almost made him forget your wet lips were inches away from his dick.

You peeled back his underwear hard cock springing out angry and red. The cool air in your bedroom made him shudder.

Your intense gaze not helping. His dick glistened covered in precum. Curious hands of yours reached up grabbing the base of his cock. You jerked him watching as his jaw fell open. He couldn't tell which aroused him more. Seeing you with his cock in your hands or how good the small motion made him feel.

He twitched in your hand once your mouth inched closer. Your lips parted only wrapping around his tip. "Fuckkkk," he cursed his head falling back. Loud earthy groans erupted from his chest once you inched his way down your throat. You felt the gag coming but held it. You couldn't stop. He felt so heavy and hot on your tongue.

You sucked his dick slurring on his cock. His hands reached up grabbing a fist full of your hair and turning it into a ponytail. He wouldn't last long like this. Either he fucked you or played with your pussy well enough to make you cum. "Fuck Y/n your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned eyes shutting and jaw slack. He looked down for a moment seeing his dick disappear past your lips.

He felt like exploding. But not like this. He didn't wanna cum in your mouth. He pulled you both his whole body tense. He felt like folding but didn't. You sat back wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and licking the rest of his precum mixed with your spit on the side of your mouth.

"Was I bad?" you innocently asked. Jisung sat further onto your bed shaking his head. His lips parted and his chest glistened with sweat. "No baby. You are perfect," he said. You felt the praise go straight to your head. Unable to hide the smile on your lips. He turned to you crawling to your side dick still hard and standing thick and tall.

"It was just too much. It felt too good," he said. He played with the hem of your shirt. You smiled lifting it over your head. He leaned forward lips close to your ear. His hand reached around to your white bra. With one hand he unclipped your bra watching it fall onto the ground.

"Now let me return the favor," he said. You giggled and he smiled. His hand gently laid you on your bed. He kissed your lips then made his way down your jaw, reaching your neckline and soon the valley of your breast. He moved his mouth over. Hot lips engulf your nipple. Flicking it with his tongue. His hand massaging the other one. Your hand reached up into his hair. Airy breaths escaped your lips. You wrapped your legs around him. Grinding your thinly covered pussy over his exposed stiff cock.

"Fuck Ji I need you so badly," you moaned. His lips still wrapped around your nipple. He nodded his hand traveling down your body. "I know baby I know. I'm gonna take good care of you," he said placing a kiss on your nipple. His hand slid past the waistline of your long flowy brown skirt. He went to lift your panties but found none. His eyes glowed as he felt the softness of your skin.

"No panties?" he teased raising his brow. His fingers traveled to your naked pussy scouting up your wetness and circling it around your clit. "Bad girl," he teased pressing down on your clit. You groaned loudly, louder than you ever have before. It made you nervous knowing you had a full staff working today. You covered your mouth but Jisung reached up removing it from your puckered lips.

He spoke no words to you just fucked his fingers into you preparing you for his cock. "Jisung please I need you," you whined. He nodded. "I know baby but let me get you ready," he said lifting your skirt with his free hand. "Besides I haven't even been able to taste you again," he said with a smirk. His fingers slipped out of you. He pulled the skirt off your body exposing your naked frame to the room.

He couldn't help the drool that pooled at the corners of his mouth. He could see every curve of your body. The curve of your breast, hips, and ass. Every inch of your body is perfect to him. It made his cock twitch. He covered himself with his hands as he admired you. He didn't jerk off, he just admired concealing himself for a moment before he watched as you spread your legs open wide for him.

He gawked at the sight of your glistening core. He wasted no time preparing you. He launched down and like a starved man he ate every inch of your pussy. He licked and sucked on your clit his fingers toying with your entrance. He fucked one finger inside soon followed by another. Both fingers are soaked with your wetness. He pressed your body down with his free hand continuing his assault on your clit. He craved your taste. He was so grateful to have you under your pussy in his mouth. It was his turn to give you everything.

You were unable to control the sounds that left your lips. Head tossing and turning. Your hands gripping tightly onto his thick dark high. Rutting your poussy against his pink lips. His waist fucking into your mattress the more you used his face. No one had ever made you feel like Jisung did. The way he wasn't eating you just to get it over with but to make you feel amazing. To help you and be the reason you feel euphoric. Whatever it was and what he was doing felt too good to let go. You made sure he was yours after this.

His skills shocked you. You already knew he was good with his hands but his mouth too? You couldn't help but wonder what his cock would feel like deep inside you.

"Jisung baby I'm so close," you moaned tightly holding onto his hair. He tilted his head up fingers still deep and curved inside you. "Cum in my mouth baby let me taste more of you," he said breathlessly. A few more licks and you came hard in his mouth. He groaned into your pussy sending vibrations throughout your body. Jisung spilled onto your mattress as well. Unable to control himself.

He distracted himself allowing himself time to get hard again but sucking up all your cum and taking some of it on his fingers. He lifted his two fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth for him sucking both fingers past your lips. The scene itself was enough to make him hard again.

He aligned himself at your entrance then realized he wasn't wearing a condom. "Y/n do you want me to wear a condom?" he asked. You lifted yourself on your elbows shaking your head.

"No it's fine I'm on the pill," you said. "Besides," you smiled. "I want to feel you," you said teasing smile. He sent you one back. Grabbing onto his dick he aligned it at your entrance. He slowly pushed his head into you. His tip slowly inching inside.

He sank further and further into your tight pussy waiting for you to let him know when he could move. He held his breath the entire time apart of him afraid to fuck things up. He needed this to be perfect for you. He needed every time you were with him to feel good. He wanted to make you feel this good every day. There was a slight pain once he fully bottomed inside you. You tried to ignore it. The burning you felt.

After a few silent beats of unsteady breathing, you tapped his bicep to move. He moved slow at first his face contorted in pleasure. He wasn't even fucking you yet and he already felt so close to bursting. He lifted you flipping you both over so you'd be on top. Legs on either side of him. You rocked your hops forward picking up speed. Jisung held onto your waist and back tightly nails digging into your plush skin.

You bounced on his cock head falling back in a daze. "Fuck Ji," you cursed. He sat up tightly gripping your waist and fucking fast into you. He slammed himself into you hard picking up his pace. From this angle, he was so close to you. The front of your body pressed against his. Both your bodies are connected mixed with sweat and cum. He groaned loudly feeling you squeeze around him.

He was losing his mind. You were lost in the feeling. "Fuck baby I love you," he moaned and you smiled moving some strains of hair from his face. You leaned down placing a passionate kiss on his hot lips. When you pulled apart your forehead rested on his. "I love you too," you said back. He smiled brightly still at a loss for words. Unable to steady his breathing at the feeling of you wrapped around him so deliciously tight.

"Faster Ji," you moaned head falling back. He flipped the two of you over. Lifting your legs around his waist. He grabbed onto yours angling your body and spreading you wide. His cock digging deeper into your pussy. He was so deep inside you his dick with a slight curve brushed over your spot. You moaned out loud almost choking. Jisung smirked quickening his pace.

"That feel good?" he asked between breaths. You nodded but he shook his head. "Words baby or I'll stop," he lied. "It feels so good Jisung," you moaned eyes shut lost in pleasure. "Good girl," he said. His eyes traveled down to where his dick disappeared inside you. "Fuck baby I could fuck you for hours," he said feeling himself getting closer to his high.

You raised your brow growing a smirk on your lips. "What's stopping you?" you asked playfully. Your hand reached around him pulling him closer to you. The other held on tightly to your sheet like it would save you from Jisung's dick that drilled inside you.

"Fuck baby I'm so close," you moaned head falling back. Your moans grew louder and pussy tightened around his cock. He reached his hand around his fingers circling your clit. Your moans are higher pitched with the added feeling. Both of you loud groans echo in your bedroom. He gritted his teeth determined to bring you both there. He felt your release. Your pussy soaking his dick. The squishing sounds you made as he continued to fuck you. Some of your cum dribbling down the sides of his shaft.

Overstimulated you squeezed around him. He squeezed around him one last time before he spilled. He coaxed your inside your cum mixing with his. He road out both your highs before he slowly pulled out. "Fuck," you cursed head falling onto your pillow. You looked up at him. He was kneeling on your bed, naked and glistening. His chest rose up and down, lips parted and high sticking to his forehead. The sight itself was enough to have you soaked again.

Jisung turned to you lovingly. He moved beside you placing a kiss on your lips. "I'll go get a towel," he said. But you pulled his arm stopping him. You smiled sitting up from your bed. You leaned closer to his lips. "Or we could just take a shower," you teased. He nodded scouting you up in his arms. "We can do that too," he said placing a gentle kiss on your nose before he carried you into the bathroom.

"I love you," he said as he lay next to you in bed. You smiled at him both of you naked under the soft covers holding each other in a warm embrace.

"I love you," you said back a smile on both your lips and in your eyes. You have found not only your friend but your person. Jisung understood you and loved you no matter how ugly life got. No matter what you did in your past or future. You saw him and he saw you. He wasn't a loser to you. He was someone you loved.

He felt honored to be loved by you. Someone he'd loved from afar for so long had finally seen him.

Took you long enough.

Two Years Later.

Just after finalizing your divorce with Johnny Jisung waited in the car as you stood outside the prison Ten currently sat in. You had sent him a letter two years ago but never came to meet in person. The letter told him how upset you were at him but wanted to hear his side of things.

You walked inside with a police officer by your side. You walked into a room with a chair. behind a desk. Ten sat at the other side. You felt nervous in the days leading up to now. However, with Ten sitting across from you it didn't feel as bad anymore.

"I got your letter," he said peeling the paint on the desk. “I was wondering when you’d finally show,” as he spoke he refused to look into your eyes. You sighed looking at him.

“I just want to know why,” you said still a bit of pain in your voice. "Why did you send my father the video?" you asked.

He lifted his head slightly. “Does Jisung know you here?” He asked. You nodded your head. Ten lightly scoffed a smile on his lips.

“I was angry,” he said. “And jealous,” he said the words just slipped from his tongue so easily. “I knew you loved me Ten but was it all worth it?” You asked. He shrugged.

“You were mine for a few days. What a few days from forever?” He asked finally looking into your eyes. You sighed wishing he’d understand your feelings for him were not the same as his.

You shook your head. “On paper yes,” you nodded. “But I never felt the way you feel for me you,” you said shaking your head. “I never will Ten and that’s okay. I’m not saying your feelings for me don’t matter because they do. You were one of my best friends. I cared for you like my friend and you betrayed me. You kept secrets from me. Friends don’t do that,” you said the hurt in your voice heard.

“Push away any romantic feelings aside I know deep down at a certain point you viewed me as your friend,” you said. He shook his head. “I never saw you as my friend Y/n. I liked you the moment you helped me,” he confessed.

“I think I was just more upset I couldn’t tell you myself,” he shamefully said. “I wanted to tell you, I did. But I lost my chance to,” he said. “I’m sorry I fought Jisung and I’m sorry for hurting you. I never meant to cause you pain. I just wanted to have you, even for a moment. I know you don’t feel the same way and I’ve accepted it but just for a moment,” he said.

“I’m sorry I forced you to love me,” he said letting his head fall. You chewed on your lip. “I forgive you,” you said. He picked his head back up, a hopeful look in his eyes. You stood up from your seat. “I wish you the best in life Ten, truly I do,” you said to him. The hope faded from his eyes and was instead replaced with understanding. He nodded head falling in shame.

“Thank you for forgiving me,” he said before you walked away. Out of his life forever.

Everyone else remained the same. The men all apologized to you but remained with crushed egos and low self-esteem thanks to you. Johnny let you go. Jaehyun wrote a book about you and finally moved on as well. Haechan goes to therapy. Doyoung moved back home to help his community by working as a tutor. Jungwoo became an actor and Wendy a singer. You're all busy now but still make time for Sunday brunch.

Yuta is still missing. But the last everyone heard he was working on a farm in Japan. Mark transferred schools and is still scared of you. YangYang is working on himself and how he treats girls. Jaemin’s business was surprisingly successful. He’s made a living selling weed even though he doesn’t have to, his parents are extremely wealthy.

Jeno and you are still at each other's throats but for the most part, keep it quiet around the family. And Si Cheng is still in China forced to work with his father. Most of their families cut them off or at least about half of what they normally got.

Chenle got better at hacking and now working for the government. And you and Jisung are still happily together.

You traveled, and your business is even 10x more successful than it was when your father owned it. He retired. You also learned to love yourself.

It no longer bothers you when people call you an

“Easy A”

You may have been the reason they all got kicked out of school and lost thousands of dollars to their names as well as a few of their titles. Some of their parents even cut them off since you exposed all their lies. But to you, it was all worth it.

If you had the chance you'd do it all over again.

Fin

GUYS omg I can't believe it's finally done. Let me just say thank you all so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this final part of the series. It took me so long to write this, you don't understand. I would start the chapter and then delete it. Then started again it was bad lol. I didn't know how to start or end it.

Then I thought about it and I wrote this. I didn't leave my computer the whole night. I just got to work. I told my roommate when she asked what I was wondering I was writing an essay for school. This at first definitely felt like an essay.

I am really proud of how the series turned out. Let me know what you think. This series was really fun to write even though I felt stuck sometimes. I'm really excited it's over but I'm also sad. I'm gonna miss writing about Y/n and her ruin all these men's lives.

Overall thank you so much for reading and please be on the lookout for future projects.

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Camera Roll; johnny seo

pictures you’ve taken of your boyfriend, johnny

part 1 | part 2

more of the Camera Roll Series

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smileyerim · 1 year

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lifestyles of the rich and famous (teaser)

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post date: early march

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onyourhyuck · 9 months

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Sip & Share. | S.JH

— Prologue: “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

— Summary: You didn’t get the job interview. Depressed and low on motivation, you went over to your favourite café but you end up sip & sharing your life to one of the co-workers who works there.

— Genre: Wholesome Smut(?) Smut smut minors dni. Johnny!barista. There’s lots of praises here. Johnny has the biggest size kink though. They have sex at the café staff room. Pinning. Protected sex. Teasing. Y/n enjoys teasing Johnny. Y/n is older than Johnny here (for spice) because older noona kink. Mention of failing interview.

— Notes: Brewing Romance — The Series Masterlist.

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The clouds oblige and rain descends in little gleam-drops of bullet drops. Walking through the heavy night fall in this dangerously cold rain, you’re bound to be hit with this wash over. The sound of the rain is a harmonic thrumming on your jacket as you run towards this café you’ve always loved. Whenever you crave their coffee you come in here. But it would be a first time you coming into the café when you’re in a gloomy mood.

Today wasn’t your day at all. You hate that your life is going downhill. You just know that even if your life feels like it’s going badly every second you’re going to do something you just know it’s not going to be like this forever right? Eventually life gets better. But you keep wondering ‘When is my life about to get better?’ Because you’ve been waiting for your life to become something great and worthy of a while now and you’re becoming impatient.

The café swings a little bell and you take a seat down at one of the chairs as you take off your wet purse bag putting it on the table. You look out the window watching the heavy rain in the darkness. It’s way too late at night but this café closes at 2am so it’s always popular with night-folks people.

You wonder who is working here. Today there wasn’t many workers but a young attractive looking guy who is gazing over at you at the counter behind with the reception cashier. He was cleaning down the counters before looking at you. He saw how gloomy you look and actually he felt kind of uncomfortable with the fact that you’re sad.

Johnny tends to be one of the workers in the café that is very laid back and always trying to make people feel happy and better, so when he saw your expression as if your day was going very bad, he just felt obliged to make to a free coffee. Even if you didn’t ask. You were a pretty beautiful woman too. In fact he second glanced at you when you entered the café but you didn’t see that.

He puts down the cloth and walks over to you with a charming smile. The young man you see walking over to your table so he can take your owner has black curly and neat styled hair. He wore this black button up shirt leaving one button open. It was a very charming expression he held. You feel nearly intimidated by how good looking he was. You never seen this man working here but he seems like a professional since he’s the only one working the night shift to take care of the café.

When you’re at the café you are always served by a young lady and a young guy called Jungwoo. You wonder if Jungwoo doesn’t do nightshifts.

“Hey there, what’s got your head in the clouds?” He said with a little chuckle in between. He was very curious what kind of situation the customer had been going through for you to be so gloomy on a rainy day. He’s sure you have many reasons for your mood, though he doesn’t want to make you feel any worse. He wanted to cheer you up in any way possible. And it was a good thing Johnny puts customers above himself.

“Oh you know, life just goes sideways and screws you right over.” You mumble with sarcasm humour as your eyes looks at the tall young man who works at the café. Your back sits up in your seat taking off your wet jacket. “May I get a hot coffee, please? In medium size.” Johnny took down your order on the small notepad that every waitress used to take every customer needs down. The jacket you took off rests against the chair.

You didn’t want to complain to the worker but it was clear when you said how much life screws you over sideways just makes him think you really had something bad happen to you. He was very curious the more you keep talking.

And he’s trying so hard not to laugh when your sarcasm was very visible. Johnny tries his hardest to hold his chuckle back before it explodes out of his face. He wants to relate to you, but he never had it rough before… at least not that he remembered. He still thought your life problems were a good reason to be upset, though he can’t relate he wanted to try helping out.

He nods, and goes into the back to make her coffee. Johnny puts the pen down closing it and the small square yellow notepad away. “Alright one medium coffee coming up.”

“I’m Johnny, by the way. What’s your name, Miss?” He smiles towards you and before he would go make your coffee he just needs your name. Small introduction never hurt anyone right?

You were slightly more stunned that the very handsome man introduced himself to you but you maybe thought it was compulsory to do that?

Your eyes stay on Johnny and you give him a short smile. “Y/n is my name.” Once your name reached his ears Johnny knew it was a very beautiful name and he wanted to say it was, but he had to get on his way to make your coffee.

He wouldn’t want his best friend and boss the owner of this café to completely scold him thinking he was flirting with a customer. But Johnny wondered a lot. You’re very beautiful that was a fact. But you look so lonely and he just felt so gravitated towards you to keep you company. On the other hand he has no other customers at this time and you’re the only one here so it was very tempting to sit down and chat away to make you feel in a better mood.

If Yuta was here Johnny knew he would’ve gotten scolded. Especially when his boss was Yuta.

Your eyes we’re gravitating back to Johnny after he has left going back to the barista counter to make the coffee. You watch him from the far distance between your table by the large café window while watching the man. You feel very sneaky as your eyes were glued on the biceps and the muscular build he seems to have. You wish you weren’t drooling at the sight but you were.

How come you never met this fine man working at your favourite café before?

Your face gives a soft whenever you look at him checking how his arms were making the coffee and his biceps. They felt so warm and the urge for you to not make scenarios up took every fight in you against your filthy mind. “So, Johnny. Are you good at making coffee?” You want to stop looking at him but you also wanted to speak a conversation up. You raised an eyebrow in hope he does since he’s making your drink right now.

The way you strike up a conversation makes him think it was a great compliment because he really wanted to chat with you. You have him the opportunity so he took it while making the coffee it was a strong aromatic flavour and smell. He managed to keep a smile on his face and his eyes bright despite being caught off guard since he didn’t expect you to want to speak to him.

He couldn't help but notice how attracted you was towards his body. Before he could answer you he comes out with a mug, with warm hot coffee, he makes sure it's perfect as he gives it to you, with a splash of milk at the top.

Johnny chuckles a bit, "I can definitely say i'm an amazing coffee maker." He smiles, and winks at you as he gives her the warm mug.

Amongst the other employees in the café Johnny would have to put himself as top three best baristas in the working staff room. He would have to say that him and Jaehyun are pretty on par. Jungwoo was amazing actually. He always gets the orders right. Johnny was pretty good though and he never leaves a customer disappointed with their coffee.

You want to have a good judgement so you try not to be biased towards him. Just because he’s got a pretty face doesn’t mean he might have the best coffee you try to think of it that way.

“I guess I’ll be the judge of that Johnny.” Your voice said with a wide smirk as he brings the drink to you on the table. Your nostrils gather the smells already from the warm aromatic coffee, it was a strong smell with a splash of milk on it drizzling with sweetness. Johnny found you to be quite charming and he enjoys how you’re going to judge him and his coffee market making.

No other customer was ever so keen on judging his coffee making skills before. Johnny won’t lie he really hopes he makes a good impression with the coffee he gave you.

Your lips press on the mug to sip the coffee while Johnny waits for your answer and reaction. You tried to keep a straight face. Johnny sat down at your table as he waits now. The arms crossed as he’s staring at you trying to read some expression but he cannot figure it out.

The café fell in silence as this was everything to Johnny he was putting on the line his life and his amazing career, If he gets a bad rating this could mean the end.

Maybe this was him being a bit dramatic but Johnny loves coffee and as a coffee lover he should be amazing at making coffee therefore this was very very important to him. This was a very big deal for him. While he was sitting down in front of you he was was left thinking in his head; Was it good? Was it bad? Was it not hot enough? Maybe it was too hot? Johnny could only hope it was great. He can’t handle rejection. The heat on his face was visible and the stress he was going through with inner conflict shown on his face.

“What’s your honest opinion on this?” His voice was a little shaky as his eyes can’t help but stare at you down as if he was searching for your soul to take.

If you’re being honest now you’re just teasing him straight up. You can’t help but find it that he can be very endearingly cute in a way. He looks like a lost puppy who doesn’t want to disappoint their owner right now. You want to laugh but you kept on a straight unreadable face.

And then you start to slowly answer him. “It’s good…” You tell him as the nervous expression on his face starts to dissolve like milk and coffee blend together. He now knew you were purposely making him nervous you could hear under his breath ‘What the…’ because he didn’t expect you to make him wait for such a short comment.

“Did I scare you?” You proudly grin. The coffee was great actually probably one of the best coffees you tasted. You weren’t sure who’s coffee you liked the most; Jungwoo’s or Johnny’s?

You definitely did more than scare the poor man. You had him hanging on a piece of thread as if he was about to fall into oblivion. His face goes a little redder as he smiles back at you and laughs as well.

"You caught me off guard is what you did." He chuckles.

He smiles while watching you drink the coffee he made for you , as he sees your face go from depressed looking to a much more cheerier face, with a smile on your face. He just wanted to see you happy. His job was complete... and he felt good...

"I'm glad you enjoy it." Johnny said to you and you smirk nodding as you’re enjoying your warm mug of coffee right now. It was very good even though you had him literally gasping for a good rating for no reason too.

There was a certain attraction between you two. There definitely was something, you both feel it. But none of you can act up on it.

He looks at you once again, though he noticed how your eyes are back to admiring his muscles and his attire. He wanted to say something, but he knows if he makes a move it could ruin the progress he made with you and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

He smiles back at you, thinking how cute you looked when you’re a little shy. He wanted to put you in a better mood, as he felt bad you wasn't feeling great in the beginning. He gets up from his chair however when work was calling him. He can’t forget about his duty right now either.

"I'll be heading back to the counter."

The minor disappointment on your face was visible but you try to hide it with a little nodding smile as you saw Johnny go back to the counter to do his work. You’re not sure why you’re left with this lingering feeling that you wanted him to stay and chat with you some more. “Okay, I’ll be here drinking my… coffee.” You reply with a smile as your lips press on the cup to drink the coffee while he goes to the counter leaving the chair.

You watched him walk over checking him from behind as he was walking away. You can’t help yourself but check him out okay? It would be a crime not to. You bite your bottom lip while smirking. Maybe you failed your interview today but you was definitely enjoying Johnny’s company right now. And maybe you were flirting with him a little bit only subtly.

The café worker definitely feels the two pair of eyes checking him up and down as if he was your mealS Johnny looks over, seeing you bite your bottom lip. He smiles as he continues to look at yo while he waits at the counter. He watches as your lips are biting tour bottom lip and it just makes him think many things he shouldn’t; very unholy things right now. He puts on a smile as it’s so obvious you are checking him out. He couldn't hold the smirk back any longer from your actions.

Johnny gets an idea to try and speak to you more. The idea essentially was just you speaking about your problems because he remembered you telling him how you didn’t have the best day. He just wants the details and maybe he can be of help to you if you open up? Maybe all you need is someone to speak to.

After a few minutes you were nearly done with your coffee but you see the man coming over again. Johnny walks over and gets a pen and paper in front of the tables. “I've got an idea to cheer you up."

You wonder what does he mean by this but when Johnny pressed the paper and pen towards you he lets out a chuckle as he saw your curious expression trying to figure this out.

He smiles as he opens the page of his notebook, as he writes something on it. Johnny looks up at her as he tries his best to keep a straight face. Though he was happy to see her smile, as he knew this would cheer her up more. He shows her what he wrote on the page. "You can vent here." He gives her the notebook and a pen.

You can’t help it but think he’s being very thoughtful of you and being mindful.

But you have a better idea. You chuckle as you look at the notepad and pen. Your hands rub the back of your neck while looking back at him now. “How about I vent to you through conversations?”

Johnny smiles looking at you as he puts his hand on your shoulder and sits back down on the chair.

"I can listen to you vent, as long as it keeps that beautiful smile on your face... but if you want to talk about it, go ahead... i'm listening." He smiles warmly as he sees you’re rubbing the back of your neck as if it was your nervous habit tick. He looks at you once again, and notices how tired you must've been.

"Tell me, what happened before you came to this rainy night today?"

You took a deep breath. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him of course not but he voluntarily said you can vent to him. On the other hand you feel like you might physically combust if you don’t speak to someone about this. And Johnny seems to be the only person you can speak to him about this with. You think this might be a good idea to just tell him what’s been happening in your life.

“Today I had a job interview and I failed it. I didn’t get the job.” Your voice sighs as your body slants back on the seats. “So I guess life screwed me sideways.” You tell him lowly. “I’m in my 30’s with no job…”

You had a job but you never expected it to end the way you did. At first your job was amazing. You loved it and everyone was nice at your job but then your boss turns out to be a complete nightmare.

You’re not the type of employee to stand abuse with a boss despite them being your boss with greater power. You wouldn’t stand to such things. Many people do that but you don’t and you can’t handle stress when it’s from employee abuse.

You can’t stand injustice either so you left on your own record and now you’re trying to find another job. But you’ve not been having luck yet.

The man was listening to you with an attentive eye towards you. He can tell you’ve been worrying about this for a while. It must be pressuring you to get a job already but he thinks you’re worrying for no reason because there’s bound to be a job somewhere for you surely.

Johnny sighs as well, matching your tone.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself." He gives you a comforting smile. "There'll be another opportunity waiting somewhere... just gotta give it some time." He chuckles as he thinks you must've been struggling to find a good job... and it took you more time than you thought it would.

He now rubs your shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you won't stay without a job for long." He smiles, and looks down at you with a warm smile.

You start to wonder how come he’s so nice to you? Johnny just knows how to say the right things to you in the right moments.

“I guess you’re right…” You state with now a few chuckles a bit. You feel now a bit better about your situation. You would’ve never thought this was going to make you feel so much better and lighter on your shoulders. “Thank you you’re very sweet you know that?” You said back smiling now, he even rubbed your shoulders and it makes you feel more relaxed too.

Your eyes are both connecting in this contact regarding for a while but it feels like a few seconds to you. The both of you fell for your eyes distractions. They both share the same lingering eye glance, you shift your upper body closer and smile more looking at him while your eyes open up at him some more, as if you were now admiring him up close with a warm heartfelt look.

“How can I repay you for your kindness?” Johnny heard you ask him this. He has a flirtatious smile and a charming expression, how can you repay him?

He never once needed anything from you. Johnny actually wants nothing from you at all.

With a warm bright tone he spoke enough to have you melting a little. "No need to repay me..." He smiled at his flirtatious remark. "Just seeing you smile is enough for me." Johnny looks at how your smile grew when he said that now, thinking how beautiful and stunning you are. He wondered what was going through your mind.

"So... you're in your 30's..." Johnny starts, still staring at your magnetic eyes. "You're quite the beautiful woman." He smiled, complimenting you because he was being so honest you are beautiful from head to toe. He couldn't help but notice it the moment you walked into the café.

The compliment went through the ear and out the other as if you’re flushing it out. You just didn’t believe him at first, but his genuine expression made you feel flattered. “Oh please… I’m nearly an old woman.” Your voice tone comes out as mumbles as you feel complimented by him. Lifting your head up to look back at him with another curious glint in your eyes. “How old are you, Johnny if I may ask?”

Johnny smirks when you call yourself old. He didn’t think you’re old in fact you look very young for your age and heck, thirty wasn’t even old for him. He didn’t think you was old at all, but he understood that you are calling herself old because you probably feel like it on the inside.

“How could a lovely lady such as yourself be old?” He chuckle in slight humour with a charming glance at you to have you weak for him, and whatever he was doing to you has you doing lapse

He thinks of his age when you asked him. He gives a little smirk leaning closer only a little subtly. “Well… since you asked, i’m about… 28.” Johnny smiles warmly to you.

You couldn’t really believe Johnny was twenty eight years old he looks even younger than that. You guessed in your head probably twenty four. But you must think it must be nice for him to look young especially when he works at this café. It was a popular café amongst other women. You now know why probably because of all the attractive employees. And Johnny was one of them definitely.

“You’re a young guy Johnny. You must get a lot of attention from women.” You point out now with a little smirk. “How about a relationship?” You might be getting ahead of yourself but you wanted to ask him. “You must have someone.”

There was a spark on those glistening Iris pupils of his that has you growing deeper and falling so much harder than before when you’ve asked if he was in a relationship. Johnny smiles as he sips his coffee, as he gets asked about his love life. He thinks about it and then sighs.

"Actually... i'm single." He chuckles when he surprised you greatly with his answer. "I don't really seem to have one yet." He smiles once again as he looks at you. For some reason you have unnecessary growing hope there might be something more between you both but surely that’s just you getting ahead of yourself?

"What about you, do you have a boyfriend by chance?" He smirks, as he sips more of his coffee. The question he asks you makes your heart race and you shake your head a simple no.

You calmly state. “No boyfriend.” And your lips quiver up as you’re wondering why and how come he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet?

He looks so damn perfect to you actually. It feels crazy to know he was single. There must be a reason but you know everyone must have their own way to deal with relationships. “ You’re a young guy you should find someone to settle with. I’m in my 30’s regretting not doing that sooner.”

Johnny felt the pain in the sigh and smiles at you telling him how much you regret not dating when you were younger. He looks at you once more, as he sips the rest of his coffee and puts the mug down on the table.

"I'll meet the right one when the time is right." He smiles back, and then laughs quietly as he looks at you with a playful grin. "Besides, I'm in no rush myself right now."

You finished your coffee now too, but you turn to him when he has now raised an eyebrow as if he had something to tell you. "What about we make this day a little more pleasant for you. I got a proposition."

This could go absolutely horribly or absolutely correctly. Johnny thinks there’s no in between for what he’s about to offer you considering this was quite a personal proposition to offer someone he has just met but, he couldn’t ignore your chemistry with him. As much as he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it Johnny had to admit; there was something going on between you two. Johnny takes a bit to think about his proposition, his flirtatious demeanor taking in place again, as he sees you move a little closer to hear him more. "Well I was trying to... figure out a way to make your day more pleasant..." Johnny smiles as he continues to look in the eyes of yours, as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips. He feel the same heart racing so fact and you feel your trembling eyes with slight excitement. "I think i've got an idea." He smiles when seeing the excitement on your face you could not hide. “You wanna hear it?"

You give him a nod, Johnny smirks at your physical response. Johnny smirks, noticing how excited you must be about his proposition. Knowing you, you probably have an idea of your own what it could be.

“Why don’t I take you to the staff rooms? So that we can make this day more… pleasuring for you…”Johnny slowly gets closer to your side of the table, his body getting close to your body.

“I mean… since I made the coffee right?” He chuckles, slowly looking at the lips belonging to your beautiful face. He bites his bottom lip as he looks back up at your magnetic eyes always pulling him to you with your magnetic field.

It feels more like a dream to you right now to hear one of the employees asking you to join him in the staff rooms at this night hours when the café should be closing down soon, but he has other plans for you and you were more than down to do this with him. You want to just feel good tonight and forget how bad your day went. Johnny was the only thing making your night better than your day was actually for the majority so completely shit. But Johnny? He was making it so much more worth while.

“Hmm, I guess that’s fair.” You grin out with your own pride and excitement playfully.

It feels like your mind was getting so many ideas right now and you shuffled closer and Johnny stands up as you take him by the hand and he leads the both of you into the staff room. The minute you entered with him it didn’t take a moment for the both of you to calm down because neither of you wanted to do that. You wanted to feel the rush, the adrenaline, the excitement and the daredevil feeling that you’re so craving. Your gasps come out when Johnny pulls you into a steamy heated makeout. The kisses took every single breath out of the lungs. It feels so good to finally kiss each other it feels like tension releasing from your muscles.

Your gasps come out at everything, especially when Johnny pulls away now that his lips slowly kiss the side of your tempting neck. “Johnny, can i repay you for venting and the coffee to you this way?” You smirk out while asking back chuckling. It makes Johnny smirk.

He found it very much amusing so he laughs along your words as the smirk stays on his face while reaching to caress your clothed body, as his hands creep upwards to caress your cheek while your faces are only barely an inch away from one another. The kiss you broke out off only a minute ago still as your heart racing so much. “I think that’s a perfect repayment for venting and this delicious coffee.” He whispers on the sides of your ear feeling your beautiful hair strands prickle his face, while his lips touch your neck and kisses it. The arms wrap around your waist as his other hand caressing and grabs your face.

Kissing your neck with his loving lips and a smirk written on that damply handsomely face of his, he was glad to be able to help you make your night even more thrilling than your other nights.

Johnny grabbing your face to reach over while kissing your neck makes you moan softly as your hands roam up his black button up shirt. You can finally feel that muscular build he has and it makes you literally exhilarate like a running engine on a car considering you’ve been making so many scenarios up with his body it was going to be the death of you. His bare back was run by your hands going down, you feel his entire body with your palms.

“Have you ever slept with someone that’s older than you?” You questioned softly as you feel your cheeks heat up. You haven’t slept with anyone younger but this was definitely going to be a first for you. You have a feeling Johnny knows how to satisfy a woman in bed however with the way he’s kissing your neck and your lips while caressing your body. Johnny’s entire presence dominates your mind and your soul at this point.

Your voice was silvery and short. You definitely feel so overwhelmed with just these touches and it makes him want to make you feel even more than this.

The man looks over at you with darken eyes. Johnny chuckles once again, he couldn't help but notice how her hands roamed through his shirt and his back, your fingertips feel so light and airy on his body it’s driving Johnny crazy and he can’t wait to have them explore him some more.

"I must say... I have not." He smirks as he bites the soft area of your neck a little harder and then reaching over to plant kisses on your chin while looking at your eyes. "But... I've always wanted to..." He looks up at the addicting lips, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"How about we make this an experience?" Johnny equips in exchanged look between your eyes, with a wide flirtatious smirk.

He already had a feeling you were going into the idea even though it was a rhetorical question he asked you, you shown great deal of nodding. Johnny chuckles when you pull away from him now as your face completely changed.

You’re now facing him with your boastful eyes as you pull only a certain distance making sure he was watching you with hungry eyes.

You’re more than okay to do this with Johnny. If anything you want more of it. You pull away stripping away your shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Johnny took small glances between your beautiful mature figure it just makes him so much more impatient for you.

And you certainly were such a tease, stripping yourself in front of him while he’s standing there flabbergasted by your beauty itself.

It’s like something in Johnny’s body just snapped, and he no longer could just stand there watching you strip tease him like this in the café’s staff rooms.

Darkly gazing over at you watching your strip teasing revealing your beautiful body and those curvy figure that he was about to enjoy more intimately in the staff room of the café very soon, Johnny won’t pass up on this opportunity now.

"My... my..." He looks at her body with whispers under his breath, starting to drool. Johnny was practically crying to touch you right now but on his face all you see was deep hunger; deep hunger for you. You looked so much smaller than he admitted. Not small as in you’re short but small as in your body was very dainty compared to him. Which makes Johnny think of vile things to do to you.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you some more. The man starts to think if he touched you, you might break on his hand with a single hand touch.

Johnny goes from patient to complete impatient man. He takes his shirt off as well, revealing his muscular body and six-pack abs, along with his tattoos on his muscular arms. As you saw him undress you feel like you’ve done your job edging Johnny by messing with him, making him purposely impatient. Johnny then reached to go pin you to the wall of the staffing room.

When pinning you on the wall it feels so primal and near to animalistic but he still treated you softly he made sure you were not hurt in the process of being pinned. Of course he still cares for your well-being and the wall crashing on your back, you let out a gentle breath out that makes your body freeze and hitch on halt. You feel Johnny pull you into another heated kiss as he kept your body on the wall pinned with his muscular lean arms. Your hands felt so naturally warm gravitating towards his forearms and around his biceps feeling the tattoos he has on him, and the abs he has makes your imagination run wild and dry. You could go crazy for this guy.

You simply let your body breathe as the kiss took every bit of air you had in your lungs collected. “Oh… hmm you’re so, hmm…” You mumble between the kisses that are passionate and fiery. “Attractive.” You finish your sentence with a soft light laugh away from the kiss. “You have tattoos…?” Your gaze powers down to the tattoos. You whisper impressed as you feel your body shiver with contact on your skin made by him.

Johnny smirks, noticing how you’re gazing over at his physique now that you’re both so close together you’re complimenting his tattoos and muscular arms it makes him feel so much good when he heard it from you.

“Yeah… I got a couple you get to enjoy later.” He chuckled mischievously. He kisses you on your neck once again as he looks at your beautiful face softly leaning back doing that. “You’re not so bad yourself… you know.” Johnny smiles at your comment.

While you’re in your bra and underwear it won’t be long until your white bra around your chest slowly starts to be taken off. Johnny lifts your white bra, revealing your breasts for him as he looks back at them.

He bites his bottom lip as the sight of your beautiful breasts makes him even more uncontrollable in his own head. Your breasts were perfect; bouncy, perky and lifted upwards. Your nipples were a deep rosey colour. It’s almost like they the colour of your blush on your face.

Johnny’s hands groping your breasts, going down to kiss them, playing with them with his fingertips, he knew exactly how to make you feel so flustered right now because while he was fondling your round shaped breasts you were biting your lip in response as it feels so good to have two muscular hands moving them around. While playing with the nipples between the fingers twisting around the sensitive nips to have you achingly asking for more.

It’s like Johnny couldn’t get enough of you in this state. He wants to make you feel even better.

Hearing your lower voice making these soft sounds, Johnny couldn’t hold back, the look on his face tells it all. He’s ready to enjoy you in every way possible. He smiles, and looks at you with the same ole’ flirtatious look smugly. He takes you by your arm as he moves you over to the couch in the room. He makes you sit down and he sits down next to you at first. Grabbing at your thighs and he moves them over his legs. Making you sit on his lap, he kisses your neck as his nose on your neck sniffs your perfume scented skin and the natural scent of your bodily aroma.

You bring your hips tucking them close against his muscular build and the abs as you’re in nothing but your underwear now you feel exposed but so does he and you’re enjoying the view between your nude bodies. Your lower body was casually grinding occasionally you bounce a bit while Johnny held you in the position on his lap. The crotch area specifically was your target as your hips move back and forth in the grinding position, Johnny weakly groans.

Johnny’s eyes widen, as you grinding on his lap was torturous behaviour from you but also he feels so good too. It just makes him even more aroused than before.

“Feeling good?” He asks you slowly as his moves the nose to other spots on your neck taking in your scent as you smell so good and warm. Johnny always thought coffee beans were his favourite scent smell but no, you are definitely number one. He slowly grabs your arms, making you put them around him. Your arms feel very comfortable and warm for him. Johnny smiles up at you giving you a light kiss on your lips. Johnny made sure to pull you even closer to him by letting his hands grab your waist.

You feel amazing but you’re now feeling slightly more brusque you won’t lie.

“Yeah, hmm bit impatient right now.” You tell him with truthful words as you do feel a bit fretful and you can’t wait much longer. You want him so bad. Even though grinding feels nice, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the real deal you want. You lean down returning the kiss to become a steamy makeout between the two. As if this couldn’t get even more escalating with excitement you feel your body craving much more and the more he gives the more you want. It was a never ending cycle. Johnny tightens the grab around your waist as your breasts press on his own body in the steamy kiss.

You nip at the bottom lip while your breathing goes even heavier while your chest goes up and down with your heavy breath. It makes you feel so good in this hold. While nipping at his bottom lip Johnny let’s out a soft groan with your teeth brushing on the lips softly as your arms run up and down his nape behind the neck, as Johnny hardens underneath you feeling how horny he must be getting thanks to you.

You feel him smirk against the warm and sloppy messy makeout continues.

Grabbing a handful of your ass from behind as you’re sitting on the lap when you’re both focusing on the kissing you both give to one another, caressing your behind slowly. While you’re nibbling on his bottom lip he lets out a smirk. He visibly enjoys how you’re feeling at his nape while all of this was happening, and he chuckles while his hands are behind you grabbing your round perfectly shaped ass he can’t get enough of. “You want this?” Johnny smirks asking you.

You sigh out with pleasure when the kiss breaks apart leaving your faces apart for a brief moment just so he can caress your body some more, going lower caressing you in your underwear with a deep chuckle leaving his mouth seeing you sigh out. “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

He brushed his hands higher on your thighs caressing them now too, it makes you groan when his hand makes contact in between your thighs.

You sound so desperate for him, it makes him want to continue with you even more.

Johnny understands what you want and if you really need this so badly he’s going to give it to you. Johnny lifts you up going over to the nearest counter in the room that you’re in together, your body touches the cold surface and he slowly plays by the hem of your panties slipping them off down to your ankles.

The couch wasn’t doing it for him, he reckons the counter would be more comfortable and exciting for someone as eager as you. Plus he can get a higher view of you as you’re on the counter gazing down at him with your glint full eyes.

Your hips touch his when Johnny pulls your bodies closer to connect. The sight of the very round and thick tip carrying the weight on your entrance, he brushes himself inside very subtle changes in your walls and posture start to go rigid. You groan at the new sensation when Johnny makes himself fit inside your wet and very flowing eager cunt.

You’re just so dainty and small Johnny thinks that he might split you in half like a kit-kat. But at the same time you’re loving this and Johnny is more than loving this right now, it’s fuelling something inside him to drive more into you.

The length pushing in with all your strength dissolving you’re now a moaning mess as Johnny on the side place kisses on your neck and nibbling on it ever so slightly, as he can’t stop looking at you in so many ways imaginable. When your bodies are locked in the same pace back and forth on the counter top you feel Johnny’s body moving in and out of you with slow and gradual motions that will turn real quick into something else.

Your body is so soft. Your skin, your curves. His hands squeeze your thighs as he pulls you up against him closer than before on the countertop. He whispers into your ear with his mouth very close distance from your face. “Your body feels so heavenly Y/n…” Johnny smiles, moving his hands up to your hips.

“Mhhm so good,” You mumble between the kisses as you feel the squeeze he crafts on your thighs so hardly.

The rocking gets so much more intense, you’re now rocking your own body in a much faster way on the top while your breasts move along the rhythm of your body line. Johnny leans over kissing your moving beasts and occasionally sucking on the cleavage area having you breathless as you’re trying to steady your body on the countertop.

It was so intense you feel the shape inside you changing to adjust to his own large cock deeply inside you going even more, like he was digging to go back and inside you again.

“Oh god so deep, so deep… you’re going.” Your voice broke into whines.

“I know I am.” He whispers in your ear, while rocking more against you in this gruff manner with his cock practically making every space inside you his own, destroying all your insides while having you nicely stretched out.

The grinning face went over to kiss your neck, while his fingers on your skin digs into your skin. He smiles with that dominant nature he carries with him and it’s driving you crazy how a presence can be so suffocating to you in the best way possible. He is going to make sure you feel all the pleasure he can give.

You run down your nails on his back as you’re growing so much closer to your ending it’s not even going to be humanly possible for you to comprehend as your mind keeps blacking out on you, every movement he makes going into you became thrusts. It’s not long until he’s going to start ramming into your body like you’re something to be used for own self-fulfilling pleasure and purpose.

“I didn’t think I’d be here doing this with you, but here I am.” You state with your heavy breathing as your eyes are clenching at every pleasure your stomach was forming.

You made him smile now, he was hearing your words and he couldn’t help but crease open a smile on his face as his body was rutting down and up again in your body as your hips touch gracefully. Johnny loves the way you’re moaning and shaking right now it’s a sight he won’t be able to forget.

Johnny bites his bottom lip, as he leans down, closer to your nape.

“I’m so glad to be doing this with you. And you can make all the noise you want, it’s late…We got the place to ourselves.”

You feel a burning knot in your stomach, a scorching fiery ready to burst any minute now and you’re moaning endlessly, as if it’s enchanting Johnny to want to hear you more.

“Ahh me too, you’re definitely making me feel soo much better after a depressing day.” You murmur as Johnny hears your sweet words, he can’t help but think you’re such a sweetheart right now.

The more your bodies were practically like glued together you feel your stomach hitching ever so slightly more. You feel the wetness piling up and eventually Johnny thrusts once more feeling a warm sensation running down his cock that brings him over the edge as he’s gazing right at you.

Johnny seed your body flinching to the touch as you’re overwhelmed by your running orgasm, as your face becomes flushed up. He moves his fingers down your arms and smiles a bit at you.

“I see you finished,” Johnny whispers close to your face with a few series of heavy pants. Your eyes look up at him trembling from the pleasure. “Good girl, Noona.” Praising you in a low tone to you.

You let out slow whimpers, you’ve never felt so loved just from a guy you only met tonight and you won’t ever regret this. The way he calls you a good girl makes your face more and more flushed.

Your lips open apart. “Did you finish?” Catching your breath you watch the man slowly as he was still deeply buried in you barely twitching now as the movements have stopped but he was still solid hard making you want to move even more. “Where do you want to finish? In or out?” You now ask him with a little smile as you’re let him decide.

Johnny grins out with a chuckle, the idea of you finishing off aroused him even more.

He looks at you with a smug smile. “What do you think?”

“I know where I want to finish, but what about you? You haven’t told me yet.” He whispers dangerously close to your face with the same smug smile.

You softly reply as your heart race. He was so charming that it’s making your body go so mushy that you don’t know how to act with him. “I want you to finish inside, I’ll be honest.”

He stares at you, before he smiles back at you and nods. “Let’s make that a reality.”

The body moved in closer with yours as the pleasure lowly starts to rise once again, and reaching over to kissing you your tongue finds its way in his mouth with ease. Their tongues play against each other while Johnny moves in a fast pace as he knew, that you’d finish him quickly off knowing how good your body feels and you would make him feel so much more pleasure very soon.

Johnny wants to finish this once and for all, while savouring this beautiful moment with you. The many groans escape your mouth as Johnny pushed his hips down towards you repeatedly.

It wasn’t long until you feel Johnny rutting inside your cunt ready to fill it up and stuff it full of himself, and only himself. Johnny grunts deeply while the hands squeeze your hips and lower back with a final thrust into you, you gasp so desperately while you’re now having warm sensations running inside you filling up to your womb. Johnny rushed over his hands down with a few lingering pants. You felt so damn good it makes his mind go fuzzy.

Very carefully Johnny pulls out while you’re oozing out the very fine liquid dripping out of your cunt as he leaves you with a cream pie. You roll your head back and catch your breath once more. This might be the biggest cardio you’ve ever done.

Johnny was mesmerised by your oozing pussy and he leans up to kiss your lips, before he breaks the kiss once again.

“I’m so proud you could make me finish, Y/n.” He smirks a little seeing your shy expression and the exhaustion too, Johnny’s fingers caresses on your face with his fingers gazing into your eyes. “Good girl…” he whispers.

Johnny chuckles. “You look tired. Let me give you a lift home and…” He paused as you stare at him he pulls out his phone putting it on your hand palm. “And your number too.”

You chuckle. “Okay fine. Yes to both things.” You smile as you type your phone number into his phone meanwhile Johnny was watching you from the sideline admiring you.

He has literal heart eyes for you, he might be a fool for you right now.

“Perfect. I’ll be taking you out on a date.” Johnny announces. You’re definitely lucky or maybe your life is starting to get better?

Taking back the phone from your hands Johnny smirks a bit. Who would’ve known a night to your favourite café could lead to sip and share with one of the coworkers leading to this.

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