#johnny seo smut

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seeing double

🌙staring. Johnny & John x afab!Reader 

🔮 preview. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.” 

tw/cw. Threesome, unprotected sex, oral, blow jobs, pussy eating, praise, dirty talk, degradation, y/n calls Johnny daddy twice, John calls y/n whore/slut/bitch once each cuz he's an ass, demonic double John is a bit of a dick, anal fingering, deep throating, spit-roasting/Eiffel tower, double penetration (pussy/mouth), triple penetration (pussy/mouth/finger in ass), spanking, choking, biting, punishment, blindfold/sensory deprivation, big dick Johnny, pussy stretching, John cums on her face, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.9k

🍭 aus. Warlock Johnny, established relationship, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. ya'll thought one Johnny was enough for us, but I give you double John- threesome of the year

“Do you trust me?” Johnny asks, pulling away from a breathtaking kiss to lock his gaze with your own. His hands are gentle on your hips, but something in his smile makes you uneasy.

“It depends,” you admit. “I thought I trusted you last month when you decided summoning a demon was a good idea but that didn’t turn out very well, did it, Johnny?”

“What do you mean?” he laughs. “That was a great idea! He gave me a new spell book!”

“Yeah, a book of black magic! Please tell me you haven’t been messing around with that again-”

“Fine, I haven’t been messing around with it,” Johnny pulls you deeper into his room, “I’ve been reading it.” 

“Johnny-”

“Trust me on this one, I found a spell and I think you’ll really like it!”

You can’t believe you’re humoring your boyfriend on this, but with a sigh, you take a seat on his bed. “Fine, what is it?” 

“It’s a cloning spell,” Johnny grins, picking up the Demonic Grimoire.

“A cloning spell?” you repeat, eyes widening. “Are you trying to suggest a threesome or something? You know, if you want another girl to join, it’s easier to just go find one rather than conjure up a double-”

“Not another girl,” Johnny cuts you off. “As much as I’d love to fuck two of you, I know you’ve always been interested in a threesome with two guys, and we both know I’m too protective to let anyone else touch you. I found this cloning spell and I figured, if there’s one man I can share you with, it’s myself.” 

You simply stare at him for a moment, trying to register his words. “You mean… you want to…”

“Conjure up a clone of myself, and rail you with him, yeah.” Johnny’s grin widens. “Besides, that demon did warn me that most of the shit in this Grimoire is made for sin, and what’s more sinful than this? Lust, gluttony, pride, greed, sloth, hell, even envy is probably going to pop up. Maybe you’ll feel a little wrath too, if you act bratty. We can do all seven of the deadly sins in one go!”

You find yourself laughing. “You sound way too excited about committing cardinal sins, Johnny.”

“Well, I am half demon, remember.”

Sometimes you do forget that your sweet boyfriend is partly demonic. But his stint with the pentagram last month had reminded you just how close to Hell he really is, even behind his large smile and the ‘I love you’s’ that he showers onto you daily.

Many warlocks have a demon mark. Some have horns, or a tail- some sort of clear sign that they’re not of this world. But your Johnny? The only mark he has connecting him to the land below is heterochromia, one eye with a black iris, the other brown. In low lighting, it’s almost easy to miss the slight difference in color, and your boyfriend blends seamlessly into the human world with something as mundane as a pair of sunglasses. Others of his kind aren’t nearly as lucky. 

It’s been over twenty years since all manner of ‘night beings’ revealed themselves to your world. Vampires, witches, warlocks, werewolves, demons, angels- the list goes on. And while humanity has gotten used to these ‘others,’ they’re not fully accepted yet either. You have family members who would have a heart attack if they knew what you got up to with Johnny every week.

“Come on, baby,” Johnny sets his Grimoire down in favor of grabbing your hand. “I’ll only do it if you want to give it a try.” 

“Is it easy to cancel the spell?” you ask. “Last time you conjured that cat with batwings we couldn’t get rid of it for a week-”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t love Mister Whisker-Bat by the end of the week though, you were just as sad to see him go as I was,” Johnny insists. “But yeah, canceling the spell is easy. I’ll be using one of my hairs for the spell, to get rid of the double, all we have to do is light the small alter - and hair - on fire.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Is that a yes?” Johnny’s eyes widen. “You’ll have a threesome with me and me?”

You laugh at his choice of words. “You can conjure him and we can see what he’s like, how’s that sound?”

“Trust me, baby, you’ll love him.” Johnny flashes you a wink, his brown eye disappearing momentarily so all you see is the black one. It’s a quirk of his, whenever he winks, it’s always the demon eye on full display. 

“How are you so sure about this?” you ask, standing from the bed and wrapping your arms around the back of Johnny’s neck, looking up at him with a smile. His confidence is one of the things you love most about him, even if it does get him into trouble.

“I just am, it’s a feeling I have.” He shrugs, hands finding your hips. 

It’s impossible to be this close to your boyfriend and not kiss him, so that’s what you do, pressing your mouth against his. It’s gentle at first, but as with everything when it comes to your warlock boyfriend, it quickly turns heated.

Johnny’s tongue swipes across your lip, begging for entry. You invite him into your mouth, stifling a moan at the feeling as his hands hold you closer, tugging you flush to his chest.

You have no idea what tonight will be like, but you do trust Johnny. He’d never let you get hurt, and you doubt his clone will either.

Your fingers slip up to thread through his hair. He’s had it dyed a blondish grey for as long as you’ve known him, and you’re living for the way it sets off his skin tone. You’d half expected the strands to be crunchy when you’d first kissed him months ago, but his hair is as smooth as silk- Johnny has some sort of potion hair mask that he uses to keep himself shiny and soft. 

You tug gently on his hair and Johnny groans against your mouth, digging his digits against your hips. He’d said he needs hair for this spell to work, and you narrow in on two strands, biting his lip at the same time you give a rough yank.

“Ow!” Johnny yelps, pulling away from you. He looks down at you with wide eyes.

“You said you needed hair for the spell,” you grin, holding out the strands. “Here, I was just trying to help.”

He gives you a look that says he doesn’t quite believe you, and it only makes your smile widen. 

“Okay,” Johnny sighs. “Let’s do this.”

You watch him approach the small alter he’s made on his desk. There’s a large, circular mirrored tray as the base. Covering the reflective surface is a number of dried herbs and other warlock items, a bottle of something dark red, what looks like salt or ash- there’s also a few runes decorating the space, and bits of parchment covered in incantations. 

Johnny sets his hair in the center, then pulls a lighter out of his jean pocket. He lifts a black candle, igniting it. As the flame licks the wick, Johnny begins to speak in some form of demonic language, picking up the Grimiore with his free hand. 

You practically hold your breath, watching him as he tilts the candle at an angle, allowing the hot wax to drip down onto his hair, sticking it to the mirror. When he seems satisfied with the amount of black wax, he sets the candle down next to the hairs. 

His voice has taken on a deeper edge as he continues reading the spell, and you can practically see the power begin to radiate off your warlock boyfriend, like grey waves resounding out from his flesh, echoing through the room. 

Your hair stands on edge, a slight heat overtaking you, and you smell the familiar scent of brimstone. It’s a smell you’ve become accustomed to since Johnny apprehended the Grimoire in his hands, and it’s always given you an odd feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You like to think of Johnny as your soft boyfriend, but he’s a warlock, and the demonic side of him is never more evident than on nights like these.

You’re not sure what to expect as Johnny’s spell work comes to an end. Bat-cat had appeared in a puff of smoke, but as you look around, there’s no dark cloud, no evident conjuration-

“Huh,” Johnny cocks his head to the side. “That should have worked-”

The lights flicker out, the room going dark aside from the one black candle burning on the altar.

Then, just as suddenly, the lights turn back on, and your gaze shifts to the switch by the door. Your breath catches as you take in the man standing there, one hand lazily touching the switch. Johnny’s double has appeared, and he’s the one who just turned the lights back on.

“Hi, losers.”

While the new Johnny clone is wearing the same white shirt and black jeans combo your boyfriend has on, this Johnny has dark hair. You’ve always loved your boyfriend’s coloured strands, but there’s something so regal about the dark brown- it sets off the sharp angles of his face, and leaves you breathless.

“Who are you calling losers?” Johnny retorts, closing the Grimiore and turning to face the double at the door.

“I’m calling you two losers,” the clone grins. “You’re a loser for wanting a threesome with yourself, and she’s a loser for agreeing to it.”

“You’re a bit of a dick, aren’t you?” your boyfriend laughs.

“Not any more than you. I’m your double, anything I say or do is something you would say or do, well, it would be if you let your demonic side out more often. You’re so good at keeping that part of you under lock and key, but not tonight. Here I am.” The double pushes off from the wall, approaching your boyfriend. “Don’t be mad if you don’t like what you see.” 

“I’m not mad about what I see,” Johnny says thoughtfully, “I’m just wondering why your hair is so dark. Thought you were supposed to be a clone.”

“My hair is like your demon side, you can try to cover it up, make it lighter, but this spell always knows your true self. Besides, baby thinks I look good with this hair colour,” the clone’s gaze shifts to you, and he flashes you that classic Johnny grin, “isn’t that right, baby?”

“I-” your words get choked in your throat, and you swallow thickly, looking between your boyfriend and his darker double. “Johnny-”

“Another charade to appear nicer,” the clone clicks his tongue. “Your blonde, soft-looking boyfriend might go by the name Johnny. But tonight, you’ll call me John.”

“You’re not the one calling the shots tonight,” your boyfriend interjects, “but… having two different names for us isn’t a bad idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” John smirks, “you came up with it yourself.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

The two handsome men exchange a knowing glance, and your insides twist with anticipation. 

They’re gonna fuck you up and you just know it.

“So, since I’m not the one calling the shots,” John sighs, gaze shifting to you again, “how about you tell me how this is going to go? I’d hate to step on any… toes.”

He’s looking at you like he wants to eat you up. You’re used to Johnny’s black iris, but John’s dark hair makes it stand out even more. It’s noticeably demonic, and it makes your heart race in your chest. You feel like a prey being sized up by a predator, and something about it has your panties getting wet.

“You know what?” your soft lover cocks his head to the side. “Baby, how about you tell us what you want to do? You’re the one who’s about to be railed, you should get to choose how it happens, don’t you think?”

“I like how you say that as if you’ll actually fully listen to her,” John scoffs. 

“What do you mean? I always give baby a say in things.”

“Yeah. Sure. Except you nudge her in the direction you want to go. We both know it’s only going to take a little stroking, a little making her gag on our cocks, and she’ll be putty in our fucking hands. Baby just wants to please, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” John’s grin widens when all you can do is stare at him.

There might be a response for his lewd observation, but you’re already feeling nice, submissive and dumb. There are no thoughts in your head except ‘holy fuck.’

This dark John is really hot, especially when contrasted by your light boyfriend. 

You’re literally in awe, lips parted ever so slightly, your body tingling with anticipation.

“You know what?” Johnny sighs. “You’re right. We both know baby loves when we’re in control, so lets just… be in control.”

“Now you’re talking,” John grins. “I’ve got a suggestion.”

“Let's hear it.”

“What if we blind fold her? Make her guess who’s touching. Punishment for wrong answers.”

“Punishment?” you ask, voice coming out much shakier than you’d meant for it to.

“Nothing you won’t like,” John assures you. “Now be a good girl and grab the blindfold from the bedside table for us.”

Your eyes shift to Johnny, and he gives you a small nod. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turn and do as you’re asked, holding out the silky eye covering a moment later. 

“Now put it on,” John instructs. “And this time, don’t look at him for permission. Just do it.”

You do as you’re told, hands shaky as you cover your sight with a strip of darkness. As soon as your vision is blocked, you feel more sensitive. You feel even more like prey. Most of all, you feel vulnerable.

There’s a half-demon warlock and a dark clone with demonic intentions staring at you like they want to eat you up. To top it all off, you’ve now just blocked off one of the most important senses.

The bed dips next to you, and you jump slightly from the motion. 

A large hand smooths across the back of your neck, angling you to face the side, and then lips are pressing against your own. 

This mouth is familiar, and you lean into the kiss, letting out a sigh of relief. You reach out, grabbing at the man’s knee to steady yourself, wanting to get lost in the person’s lips-

But then they’re pulling back. “Guess who?” they ask, voice soft. 

“Johnny?”

A small chuckle, and you realize immediately that you’ve already failed the first test.

“How easy it is to trick you, baby.” He lets out a deep sigh, pulling away completely, standing from the bed. “Time for your first punishment. I think three smacks should suffice. Get on all fours, and say thank you for each one.”

Your skin tingles, heart beating wildly in your chest. You do as you’re told. 

Getting into a doggy position, you bend down slightly, arching your back. You’re on edge, listening intently for movement. Soft footfalls let you know someone is approaching, and then two hands grab your asscheeks through your pants, squeezing roughly.

“First three through the jeans, but once we’re done with you, I’m taking these off.” 

It’s not a question. It’s a statement, and you let out a small moan of affirmation.

Your panties are sticking to your core already, and the first hit makes you cry out, pussy clenching around nothing. It had been a heavy-handed smack, harder than Johnny has ever hit you before- but there’s something almost delicious about it.

Your toes curl, and you suck in a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“Good girl,” someone praises you.

Another smack has you moaning even louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and bunching them up in your hands. “Fuck, thank you!”

The third hit has you practically trembling. You can already feel a bruise forming- but the pain is perfection, in a masochistic kind of way.

“Thank you!”

“Time to guess who delivered your punishment, baby.” 

You feel like a dumb little slut. You’re already slipping into sub-space, delirious and horny. If you had it your way, maybe you wouldn’t even want to speak full sentences anymore. Your mind is swimming, and nothing feels coherent. 

“I-” you lick your lips. The smacks had been hard. “John?”

“Wrong again, pretty girl. Your soft boyfriend is the one who just punished you, but I guess he’s not so soft anymore. In fact… I’d say he’s quite hard. We both are.” 

“Fuck-” you groan, imagining your boyfriend’s cock all stiff in his pants- then you remember that the visual should be doubled, and you can feel your mouth beginning to water.

“Second punishment, suck us off. We’ll see if you really know your boyfriend’s cock or not.”

A hand grabs at you, helping you off the bed and onto your knees on the floor. “Johnny?” you ask.

“Wow, you finally got one right.” The laugh that fills the room is distinctly clone like. 

“Do I get a reward, John?” 

“The reward is you get to suck cock, and since you just got two in a row, you’ll get to suck both of us.”

It’s almost comical how reward and punishment are the same thing, but you’re in too deep to question it. 

Now is not the time to be bratty, and you know it.

There’s a small shuffle in front of you, and then someone instructs you to “Stick out your tongue.”

You do as you’re told, and a second later, a cock is tapped against your wet muscle. You fight the urge to try to suck on it, allowing the man to coat themselves in your saliva. You even begin to drool, and you feel a drip make its way down your chin.

 “Suck.”

You immediately lean forward, swallowing the bulbous head into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around it, and you sink down as far as you can. Johnny has a big cock, you’ve never been able to take it all, but that never stops you from trying.

Your hands brace against someone’s thighs, and you begin to bob your head. The man above you lets out a groan, fingers threading through your hair, guiding you to bob faster, taking more and more into your mouth.

“Guess who,” the man you’re sucking on breathes.

You pull off his cock, feeling a line of spit still connecting you to the best dick you’ve ever had. “Johnny.”

“That’s my girl.” He pulls you onto him again, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Your fingers dig into his thighs. You push your reflex away, doing your best to please your boyfriend.

“Fuck it,” comes a rough voice, “my turn.”

A second hand grabs your hear, tugging you away from your boyfriend’s cock- only for the same cock to be pushed past your lips. 

It’s sinful how exact the clone is. He has the same large vein running along the underside of his length, the same mushroom tip, the same slight curve, the same taste-

But his motions are different. He’s more aggressive, forcing you all the way onto him like you’d willingly taken Johnny just moments ago. The sudden feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat with no prep - no sucking to start - has you gagging hard, your eyes beginning to water.

Grabbing onto his thighs to steady yourself, you do your best to relax, to focus on the sounds beginning to leave John’s lips, but as he fucks your face, it’s hard not to feel every inch of him. 

“Don’t be so rough,” Johnny tuts.

“Don’t be a backseat vouyer,” John retorts. 

“She’s being good for you, why are you being so mean?”

“This is part punishment, remember?” You listen to the clone click his tongue, and then he’s tearing your blindfold off. “Besides, I like how she looks when she cries.”

This is so sick and twisted.

If John is saying this, it means that somewhere, buried inside your soft boyfriend, he also likes seeing your eyes well with tears. 

You struggle to open your eyes, looking up at John. He’s staring down at you, and he releases a deep groan when he notices you watching him. “You love this, don’t you, baby? You love being used like our little fuck toy. Love taking this big cock deep in your fucking throat-”

You hate that he’s right.

Your panties must be soaked by now.

“Fuck-” Johnny whispers, and you wonder how it looks for him to watch himself fuck your face like this. “Okay, that’s enough.”

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.”

“It’s enough,” your boyfriend states, firmer this time. 

“Someone finally grew a backbone,” John laughs, pulling his cock from your mouth. You gasp at the loss, a line of spit still connecting you to the rock-hard length in front of your face. Tears trail down your cheeks, and you’re breathing heavily. You dig your fingers into John’s thighs, marveling in the moment of reprieve. 

“Are you alright, baby?” Johnny asks. When you turn to look at him, concern is evident all over his face.

You nod, and it takes a moment for you to find your voice. “Yes, daddy.”

“Fuck, I forgot she calls us that sometimes.”

“She calls me daddy sometimes,” Johnny corrects, “and only when she’s in subspace- you really did a number on her.” 

“We did a number on her. You started it with the spankings, remember?” 

Johnny ignores his clone, reaching down to help you to your feet. He leads you to sit on the bed, getting onto his knees so he can be eye level with you. “He wasn’t too rough on you, was he?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“You’re still good for this?”

You nod, reaching forward to grab at the front of his white tshirt. Johnny lets you pull him in for a kiss, his large hands smoothing along your thighs.

Your tongue dips out to stroke his own and your boyfriend groans, squeezing you through your jeans. “Pants off,” he says, dragging his lips from yours so he can begin to tear your clothes from your body.

It’s shocking how quickly he gets you down to your underwear, and then he pushes you onto the bed. He pries your thighs open, and you feel two sets of dark eyes on your core.

“Already soaked. I knew you liked being our good little cock slut.” 

“I guess I should give you a taste first, seeing as the only cock that’s going inside this pussy tonight is mine,” your boyfriend sighs, pressing one kiss to your knee before standing up to make space for his clone.

“Yeah, our cock.”

“My cock,” Johnny says, firmly this time. “You only get her mouth.”

“What’s the point of a demonic threesome if she’s not going to be properly double stuffed?” John asks, sinking down onto the floor between your spread thighs. 

“One in the pussy, one in the mouth is double stuffed.”

“We both know I want her ass,” John rolls his eyes.

“I’ve never even been in her ass, don’t get greedy.” Johnny clicks his tongue.

Their bantering is doing something to you. The way they discuss this so confidently as if you’re not even in the room- you’re getting a view of Johnny’s inner thoughts, the battles he has with his demonic self-

He’s never talked to you about anal. But then again, his cock is so big it had taken you a while to even be able to receive it fully in your pussy, let alone somewhere else. 

“If you’re good tonight, I’ll consider conjuring you again,” Johnny says finally.

You swallow thickly, gaze shifting to your soft boyfriend who’s really taken the reigns over his demonic double. John chuckles between your legs, shaking his head slightly before pressing his lips to your inner thigh.

“Did you hear that, baby?” John asks. “Sounded like a challenge to make you cum.” 

“Then I guess…” your voice is much to hoarse and shuddery for your liking, “I guess you better not disappoint.” 

The clone between your legs scoffs loudly. “As if disappointing you was ever an option.”

You open your mouth to respond, only for John to press his face against your panty-covered core. His tongue flicks through the soaked fabric, teasing by your clit and making your legs twitch. Your hands fly to grab at his dark hair, and a whimper slips out of you.

He’s being a tease, and from the way he’s looking up at you, smirking while kissing your pussy through your panties, John clearly knows what he’s doing. You shift under his mouth, laying back against the bed and pushing your core closer to him, tightening your grip in his hair.

“Please-”

“Begging already?” Johnny asks, moving to sit next to you on the bed. “Thought you’d hold out a little longer.”

“Can’t,” you mewl, arching your back as John pulls your panties to the side, blowing cool air along your throbbing cunt. “I need-” You lick your lips, gaze dropping to Johnny’s hard cock.

“You want something to suck on, don’t you, baby?” Johnny grins, reaching out to stroke your face as his clone’s tongue dives into your core.

“Yes,” you nod, accepting your boyfriend’s thumb past your lips. You moan around the digit, thighs clenching as John sucks lewdly on your clit, flicking at it with his tongue while you stroke Johnny’s finger with your own.

“I guess I can let you suck me off for a bit, get you ready to take him in your throat-” Johnny muses. “But I want you on all fours, I wanna fuck your face, and I can’t do it at this angle.”

The man between your thighs pulls away suddenly, and his large hands easily flip you over, getting you ready for your boyfriend. It must be nice for him to have such a willing participant in the bedroom- you’re pretty sure Johnny could make any command, and John would follow through with getting it set up for him.

They have a one-track mind, and you’d bet your life that John is just as excited to get you on all fours as Johnny is.

Two large hands grip your ass, spreading your cheeks while Johnny shuffles to his knees and presents his cock to you. As you accept Johnny past your lips, a tongue presses into your wet hole again, and your toes curl at the stimulus. 

“Just like that, baby,” Johnny coos, pushing your hair out of your face. “You suck on me, while he sucks on you.” 

John growls against your clit, squeezing your ass roughly and shaking his head back and forth, earning a squeal that’s muffled by Johnny’s cock, which begins to glide in and out of your mouth.

“It’s funny- I can almost taste you,” Johnny muses. “I wonder if he can feel you on his cock like I can-”

The double pulls his lips from your pussy, and you can feel him momentarily panting, trying to catch his breath from the enthusiastic way he’s been eating you out. “I can feel it,” John confirms. “She’s always so good at sucking us off, even if she can’t fit much of us in that little mouth of hers.”

“She’s gotten better at blow jobs,” Johnny defends you, sinking further past your lips. “When she started, she could hardly take three inches, now look at her.”

His cock hits the back of your throat and you fight through your gag reflex. Your eyes are watering, so you shut them, focusing on being a good girl for your boyfriends.

Boyfriends. Plural. 

You suppose - in this sex-induced haze - you’re already thinking of John as a lover. Any man eating you out as chaotically and thoroughly as he should be considered one, right?

When John’s mouth returns to your pussy and his thumb begins to circle your asshole, you definitely think of him as a boyfriend. Only your boyfriend is allowed to toy with you like this.

“Are you serious?” Johnny’s voice distracts you, the thrusts of his face fucking slowing down. “We just discussed no anal-”

“It’s just a finger,” the clone retorts. “She’ll love it. She’s already practically dripping- reacting all nice and pretty just from the thought, isn’t that right, baby?”

A gentle smack on your ass prompts you to pull off of Johnny’s cock, bracing yourself against one of his thighs while you catch your breath. You find yourself nodding, moaning like a whore in heat. “Please- I can take a finger, I can try-”

“We knew jealousy was a part of this, envy- one of the seven cardinal sins,” teeth graze your butt cheek. “I’m jealous of you getting her mouth and pussy, I’m sure you can suffer through watching me finger fuck this tight ass for the first time. We both know you’ll be the first to actually fuck it sooner or later- why can’t you let me have this one win? Come on Johnny, she’ll love it. You conjured me to make her feel good, didn’t you?” 

“Fuck, you’re too convincing,” Johnny sighs, stroking your face. “Beg him for it, baby. I need to know you actually want this.”

“I want it so bad,” you whimper, a rush of emotion flooding through you. “Please, I wanna be full- I wanna feel it-” A strangled gasp escapes your lips when John spits on your ass, rubbing the fluid around your tight hole before pressing the tip of his finger inside of you. “Oh my god-”

Johnny threads his fingers through your hair, tugging so you’re forced to look up at him. “The moment you cum, we’re switching positions and I’m fucking you, got it, baby?” 

“Yes, daddy,” you moan.

“Now open up.”

You do as you’re told, and Johnny slips his cock back into your mouth, picking up where he’d left off.

Generally, when you’re blowing Johnny, it’s hard to focus on anything else. But today, it’s hard to focus on anything other than John, whose finger fills your ass perfectly while his tongue circles your clit like magic.

You can feel a pleasure bubbling in the pit of your stomach, and each rough thrust from Johnny has your body tensing, the orgasmic coil wrapping tighter and tighter-

Despite the cock in your mouth, lewd sounds are escaping you. A gurgling noise that you know you should be ashamed of- but you can’t bring yourself to care, mind occupied on the high that’s approaching much too quickly.

It’s clear that John wants you to cum. He wants to tear your pleasure out of you faster than you can even think-

His thumb massages your inner walls, stretching your tight hole open and making your toes curl.

“That’s it baby,” Johnny praises you, his grip tight in your hair while he fucks your face. “Taking us both so well.”

You can feel a tear of overstimulation roll down your cheek. This is almost too much for you to handle, and you haven’t even cum yet.

One particularly rough thrust has your throat constricting around Johnny, and it’s the last bit of stimulus you need to come completely undone for your Johns. Your abdomen tenses, and just like that, the chord snaps. It snaps hard. 

You tear your mouth off of Johnny’s cock, practically screaming as your orgasm rips through you like wildfire. Your whole body is alight with pleasure, clit throbbing, pussy contracting around nothing, your ass sucking up John’s finger to betray the deep need that’s grown within you-

All you can do is moan like a desperate whore, clinging to Johnny’s thigh while John helps you ride out your orgasm. The double is unrelenting, as if he wants to work you for every last drop you can give him- his tongue switching between slurping at your clit and diving past your folds, stroking your walls as they shudder.

“Good girl,” Johnny groans, petting your head with one hand while the other wraps around his cock, stroking himself through your high. He’s patient with you, allowing you to experience every shiver and moan, until your walls stop contracting, and John pulls away from your pussy with a wet smack of his lips. “Time for the main event.”

His words make you feel drenched all over again. John pulls his thumb from your ass only to smack it roughly, giving you a squeeze for good measure. “Be sweet for us,” the double warns, as if you’ve ever been anything but their perfect princess. 

In just a few moments, Johnny and John have switched. Your light-haired boyfriend sets up behind you while the dark double settles by your face. His cock is red, leaking precum, and you realize you’ve hardly done much to touch him tonight- seeing as he just made you cum, you waste no time wrapping your lips around the mushroom tip, stroking your tongue along the ridge  you find there.

“Fuck,” John groans, threading his fingers through your hair to anchor you like your boyfriend had just minutes ago. “Who’s our good little cock whore?”

“She is,” Johnny answers for you, sinking his cock deep into your pussy. “Fuck, our perfect little cock whore.”

He’s never called you this before- but it sounds so natural coming from him and his clone. Is this yet another one of your boyfriend’s fantasies? First anal, and now you being a good little cock whore? 

Johnny is generally a man who sticks to praise, and while he’s still doing that- there’s this darker underlayer beginning to be more evident. Maybe you don’t know him as well as you thought. This threesome with your boyfriend’s dark self is illuminating for not only your twisted sexual desires, but Johnny’s as well. 

You can’t help the way you react to the term ‘cock whore,’ your pussy clenching tight around the large cock splitting you open. You begin to drool on John too, relaxing your throat as he begins to fuck your face. He might be a dark double, but John’s being shockingly soft with the amount you can take. He’s not thrusting fully- not making you gag and cry- he’s using you like a man who knows and respects your limits.

At least Johnny’s respect for you transcends form.

“You know what?” Johnny says. “I watched how hard she came with your thumb in her ass, I think you’re right about filling her up properly.”

“Bet she’ll go fucking feral for three holes filled,” the clone agrees darkly, making you moan around his cock. “See? Listen to her. She sounds like a bitch in heat. Fill her up, Johnny. She’ll fucking love it.” 

These men are downright insatiable- you kind of love it.

Just like his double had, Johnny spits onto your hole, and a moment later, his thumb is pressing past the tight ring of muscles. Your boyfriend’s thrusts falter slightly, his focus lingering on the way you swallow up his digit, fluttering around both foreign intrusions. 

“If we’d have known you’d like butt stuff this much, we would have started training you ages ago, baby,” John muses. 

“We’ve still got time.”

“I won’t get to fuck her ass tonight. What time do I have?”

“Next time.”

“So I passed the test? There’s gonna be a next time?”

“Based on how our baby is reacting, I’d say there’s definitely going to be a next time,” Johnny laughs. 

“Good. I might be a clone from hell, but I think never getting the chance to truly fuck this little kitten of ours would be the true torture.” 

The warlock fucking you while pressing his thumb deeper into your ass scoffs loudly. “And we can’t have that, can we?” 

“No.” John tightens his grip in your hair, fucking you harder. “We can’t… also, I have something to admit.”

“Oh?” Johnny releases a chuckle, thumb stilling inside of you. “Now this I have to hear.” 

“You’re under the impression I’ll be conjured until you light your hair and alter on fire, but unfortunately, at the moment, I’m bound to the candle as well. You missed the fine print in the Grimoire. When the candle reaches its end, I’ll disappear too.” 

In your periphery, you’re aware of both men turning to look toward the alter, and your boyfriend releases a small curse word. “I guess we better make this quick.”

“And you should buy a bigger candle next time, that six incher you used tonight is a fucking joke and we both know it.” 

“My bad,” Johnny begins railing into you as hard as he had so far, pressing his thumb deep inside of you. “Guess I’m not the best at reading the fine print.”

“It’s okay, something tells me baby can only take so much more of this. She’s drooling all over my cock, her throat all nice and open, so ready to be fucked-” John groans loudly. 

“We’ve really fucked her stupid, haven’t we, Big Guy?”

Your skin tingles- there’s an inkling of something deeper in Johnny’s tone… is he… is he flirting with himself?

The man above you moans louder. “Of course we did. Have you ever seen anyone with a better cock than this? And for her to get two of us? She’s the luckiest fucking girl in the whole world- I want her to thank us when we cum. Want her to know how fucking blessed she is by this.”

It’s an interesting paradox- to be blessed by a demonic threesome. 

“Are you gonna cum on her face?”

“Fuck, if you let me. She’ll look so pretty all painted in cum.”

“She can’t say thank you if you keep her mouth full,” Johnny notes, digging his fingers against your hips while railing you as hard as ever. Each smack of his hips against your ass has his cock fully buried in your wet core, the tip of his length pressing against your cervix and making your toes curl with insatiable need. 

“No, I guess she can’t.” John stuffs himself fully in your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You’ve never felt impaled like this- taking two of the largest dicks you’ve ever had- 

Your nose brushes by the dark clone’s pubic hair, and something about it makes you feel even more sinful, your throat constricting while lewd gagging noises fill the room. John holds you on his cock, letting out a deep groan at the feeling of your muscles tightening around him-

“That’s it baby, just a little more-”  

“Fuck, she’s squeezing so fucking tight-” Johnny moans from behind you.

“I can feel it,” John breathes.

“When you cum, I’ll have to cum-”

“She’s close too-”

“Fuck.” Johnny pulls his thumb out of your ass suddenly, wrapping his hand around your front so two fingers can circle your clit. At the same time, John takes his cock from your mouth, releasing a loud moan-

You cum in unison with the dark double, and from the loud grunt at your rear, you’re pretty sure Johnny’s just reached his peak as well.

You’re breathing heavily, mind completely delirious. Your throat feels raw as you swallow thickly- “Thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you, thank you-” you begin to blabber as John cums hard on your face, his large hand jerking himself off while ropes paint your skin.

“Good girl, good fucking girl-” Johnny groans behind you, fucking you through your highs while his fingers continue on your clit, drawing out your orgasm while your pussy milks him for every drop of cum he has. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you-” you can’t stop saying it, even while tears and cum begin to drip down your cheeks, your body completely overwhelmed by the two men who know you like the back of their hand.

Above you, John releases one last shuddery breath. He strokes your hair, whispering the word “Perfect-” and then, just as suddenly as he’d appeared, he disappears.

You collapse forward onto the bed, pussy still throbbing around Johnny, who slowly comes to a stop behind you.

Then he’s collapsing as well, laying his warm body against your back and pressing you against the mattress. His lips are hot along your bare shoulders and he seeks out your neck, teasing past your ear.

“You did so good for us,” he praises you. “Such a perfect baby.”

“Johnny-” you whimper, as deep in subspace as you’ve ever been in your whole life.

“I know, baby, I know. You don’t have to talk.” You hear him swallow thickly, and with one last kiss to your throat, he pulls away. “I’m gonna get you in a bath. Gonna wash all this cum off of you and cuddle you to sleep, sound good?”

“Please-” you moan, pussy clenching around him again.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling his cock out of your tight, dripping hole. “We really did a number on you.”

But in all honesty, you really wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

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“Surprise, surprise. I didn’t think you two would conjure me again so soon.” 

Your heart skips a beat as you turn to find John standing by the door. It’s been less than a month since you’ve seen him last, and like that first time, he’s dressed as the mirror image of your boyfriend. However, it’s not a white shirt and blue jeans, this time, your boyfriend had gone for full black attire, and it matches the dark hair of his demonic double in a way that has you practically throbbing already.

“What can we say?” Johnny grins. “We liked having an extra set of hands.”

“As if our hands are the best thing about us,” John rolls his eyes, pushing off from the wall. He approaches you like a predator, and you’d missed the swagger in his step, it’s a unique stride that has your heart picking up pace in your chest. “There’s no lying to me, not when I know everything you know, Johnny. I’m here tonight because our perfect little baby is finally ready for the main attraction. She wants to be double stuffed. Fully.” 

“I guess there’s no point in fucking around,” Johnny laughs, “even if we do have more time than last I conjured you.”

Your gaze shifts to the massive candle burning on the altar. You and Johnny had gone to six different spell shops to find the largest one possible- it’s almost as big as Johnny’s dick when he’s hard, and girthy too. You’ve got all the time in the world tonight- even so, you don’t want to waste a second.

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Johnny decorating you with a facial all over your face then proceeds to call you beautiful and his baby girl princess tehe while staring you in the eyes cleaning your face >

Princess Treatment j.suh

GENRE: smut n fluff!

WARNINGS: face fucking, oral sex (m receiving), kissing, and praising.

PAIRING: bad boy!johnny x nerdy!reader

“…that’s my good girl,” johnny hisses and bites his bottom lip while groping your ass.

you’re on your knees in front of johnny, letting the man fuck your throat in any way he pleased. he has your hair twisted in his fist while he slowly pushes your head down. your makeup that you’d spent hours on now ruined with tear streaks and drools spilling on the sides of your mouth.

“oh, fuck.” johnny lightly gasps, feeling your throat tighten around his tip.

johnnys hips buck causing his tip to slide deeper down your throat. it triggers your reflexes which make you choke around him.

the sudden bump causing your glasses to fall to the tip of your nose. quickly, you use your hand to push it up before focusing back on johnny.

“through your nose, baby—fuck, that’s it!” johnny holds you in place and lets out a string full of moans and groans.

“ooohhh, i’m gonna cum, princess.” johnny groans with his head tossed back, atoms apple bobbing, eyes rolling back, and abs tightening.

you can’t choose which to focus on—johnnys cock throbbing down your throat or your oxygen running out?

your nails dig into johnnys thigh and your palm meets his thigh repeatedly.

johnny releases you and you fling up, quickly gasping for all the air you could. “j—john—johnny—?” your jaw slacks even more when feeling ribbons of thick substances land on your face.

“oh, fuck—baby,” johnny gasps and reaches out for you but you’re in utter shock. “fuck, baby.” johnny strokes himself by the base.

johnny recovers quickly and finds you still with your face painted in his cum. he breaks out into a laughing fit and cradles you.

“i’m so sorry, my love.” johnny cups your face and gently pushes all of your stray hairs away from your face. “was i being too rough?” you shut your eyes and listen as johnny frantically yank tissues from the tissue box sitting on the coffee table.

“did i hurt you?” johnny begins to gently wipe your face with the tissues. “you did so good, princess.” you melt when feeling a pair of lips being pressed on your forehead.

johnny cups your face and gives you a kiss on your lips. “talk to me, princess.” you open your eyes and stare in his eyes.

you swore you could see deeply into his soul.

you and johnny sit in silence for a few minutes. “you’re so beautiful.” he finally breaks the silence with a fat grin on his face. “absolutely stunning.”

“are you okay, baby?” johnny kisses your forehead and pulls away to see you. “i’m okay, i promise.” you grasp his hand and give him a reassuring smile.

johnny pulls you onto his lap and rubs your knees. “do your knees hurt?” you shake your head. “are you sure?” you nod but your red knees say otherwise.

johnny pulls you in for a kiss and slowly switches the two of you until you’re under him. you giggle and break the kiss when feeling johnnys dick poke you.

“i’m sorry,” you put a hand on johnnys chest and look down; he’s still rock hard.

you raise your eyes back to johnnys and shiver, his eyes are dark and hungry. “h—hi.” he giggles and pushes up your glasses. “hi, pretty.”

“you ready for my cock, pretty girl?” you bite your lip and nod. “use your words, baby.” you shudder, feeling johnny tease your entrance with his tip.

“yes sir.” your breath hitches.

you look down, watching as johnny teases your cunt. growing impatient because he hasn’t done a single thing yet.

“please, johnny.” you beg with your hands squeezing his biceps. “please.”

johnny smiles, “anything for you, my pretty girl.” he whispers and flicks your clit once more with his tip. “happy valentine’s day to us, baby.”

“oh, fuck.” you moan out, feeling johnny fill you up within seconds.

it indeed was a happy valentine day.

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between us — johnny suh

title: between us

pairing: professor!johnny x lawyer!oc x fem!reader | husband!johnny x wife!oc x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

genre: smut, fluff, plot, mxfxf, married couple, established relationship, age gap, bisexual characters, aged up johnny (to his early 30)

warnings: age gap, daddy/mommy issues, smut, sexual tension, 3some, mxfxf, dom/sub dynamics, mdom, fdom(oc), fsub(reader), mentions of s*x toys, unprotected s*x, pet names (honey, babe, doll...), or*l s*x (reader receiving and fem giving), fing*ring (reader receiving and fem giving), n!pple play, dirty talk, praise, minor degradation, size k!nk, 1 face slap, 1 *ss slap, 1 cl!t slap, hair pulling, talks of face f*cking, dp and face sitting, sub space, overstimulation, reader goes non-verbal at the end, aftercare | inclusivity notes: reader’s hair can be grabbed bc i’m degenerated and needed to write hair pulling during or*l, there are no descriptions of the texture and type tho, reader wears hair in different hairstyles (not specified), reader feels small because she’s shorter than them and in general feels ‘intimidated’ (body type is not specified), no use of y/n

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wc: 16.590k

a/n: i’m sure this isn’t what people were expecting when i talked about writing mxfxf, but what can i say, this idea came to me and i had to write it. at first, it was supposed to be less complicated, just hot steamy sex with two hot almost-dilf-and-milf but you know me by now, if it’s not deep and complicated we don’t write it here. disclaimer: they are all bi and this is not just a straight couple using a bisexual person to spice up their s*xual life, i can’t say more because i don’t want to spoil anything but i just wanted to make this clear. i hope you’ll enjoy, if you do please leave feedback with asks or reblog (so the story reaches more people) also this is the first time i write smut between two women so please let me know if it’s good!! love u ♡

The Suhs are by now a known presence in your life. Since Mr. Suh started teaching at your father’s university, it became almost impossible to not see him for more than two days straight.

You don’t feel like blaming your father. Actually, you get it. Mr. Suh is a charming, brilliant man in his early thirties. After years of studying and being an assistant, he started teaching English literature at another prestigious university, the one your father is president of. And in his free time —and you wonder how he did that— he even wrote a few books, the first ones being analyses of writers’ works, and then a successful mystery novel.

You like him, even if he intimidates you a bit. He’s a person you can have interesting conversations with, maybe too interesting. You can’t understand what hides behind his elegant attire; either suits and ties or brown pants and polos or vests, his brown hair is always pulled back, only occasionally some loose strands fall on his forehead and make him appear less put together. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him dressed casually, or crack a joke, but then again, it’s not really your place to know.

But Mr. Suh, also known as Johnny, is never alone when he comes to your parents’ house, or tags along at dinners, parties, and more, anything that your father likes to organize with his academic clique.

His wife, Aaliyah Taylor Suh, is always with him. She’s not less interesting or intimidating than him. Mrs. Suh is a drop-dead gorgeous woman in her early thirties like her husband. She’s an amazing lawyer, working at one of the top firms in the city, and probably that’s also why she comes off as piercing to you, it’s like she always knows what to say and do, and you struggle to keep up. And just like her husband, it’s also in the way she presents herself; she’s always perfect with her long goddess braids that reach her waist which is always perfectly hugged by the beautiful, expensive suits or dresses she wears.

This should pretty much sum up why you don’t talk much with them, even if they’re nice —at least it seems from the few conversations you had— you don’t feel at their level. Not only do they look like gods in your eyes, but they also fit the perfect stereotype of the rich, powerful couple that makes heads turn around every time they walk into a room —yours included— and the small, yet significant, age gap only makes it worse.

It would be easier to talk with them if your father wouldn’t constantly remind you that. He always had a passion to turn you and your dreams down, but since they are part of your life, it only worsened. Your father never misses the occasion to point your flaws out; how clumsy you are, walking around and stumbling on your own feet, dropping things every now and then, and messing up your words during speeches. Instead, he’s amazed by their brains and how quickly they became successful, they spent years on books and still never lost each other and found time to get married, they accomplished everything you haven’t, and it seems impossible for him to not slam it in your face.

And you agree, partially. You envy them. They seem to always be at the right place, at the right time, never saying a word wrong, and always looking straight out of Vogue. You’re also jealous of their love, you don’t know what a stable relationship looks like —not that you care to know, nobody your age seems to be doing it for you— unlike their stable, lasting marriage that is the deal closing off a just as long period of dating. They were high-school sweethearts, and you envy the way they still look at each other. Nobody ever looked at you like that, as if you meant the world to them. And you don’t understand how they survived all these years, you almost went insane during college, the two relationships you tried to have failed like a ship sinking in a storm. And now that you’re free, you’re still suffering the aftermath of all the stress you’ve been through. 

So you struggle to understand why they circle around you like moths to a flame.

It all started months ago. At first, it was only longing gazes, you could always feel them on you, and you always thought that there was something wrong with you; your make-up smudged, your hair out of place, your clothes dirty or crumpled up, but, even if you weren’t like them, there was nothing wrong with you.

Then, one night, things started to make more sense.

It was late, around 10 pm. As much as you couldn’t stand your father, you tried to tag along as much as possible to find some connections career-wise. You could’ve asked him a favour —doubting he would do it— but you had no intention of making him take credit for your future. You preferred talking with his academic friends or critics on your own, it hadn’t been successful yet, but you won’t give up.

You were standing in the kitchen, a glass in hand as you tried to drown in the alcohol and forget every word you had heard from your father when Mr. Suh approached you first.

“Tiring, isn’t it?” Mr. Suh’s voice brought you back to reality. His build, tall form leaning against the fridge as he stared at you with a small smirk on his face, his hair was falling a bit more freely since the gel had given up after the whole night —day, you’d dare to say, you’re not so sure he had time to go back home and get ready for this dinner again.

You tried not to get lost in his beauty and swiftly hummed, nodding. “Yeah, but at least the wine is good.”

Mr. Suh snickered, starting to walk over to you, a hand in his hair as he shook it back. “Pinot?”

Your eyes moved up in his, he was standing so close you could feel his breath hit your face, and you struggled to find the words. Throat dry and hands so sweaty you were sure you would’ve dropped the glass on the ground. “Yeah, Pinot, or at least, I think so,” you mumbled, giggling awkwardly as you looked down and took a step back, trying to put some distance between you two.

“Can I have a taste?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his piercing gaze staring right into your soul.

You should’ve told him that surely there were some glasses left outside, or maybe opted to take a look in the wine rack behind him, but you didn’t, and your hand moved to his almost right away.

You watched him smile in a ‘thank you,’ before his lips met the glass, alcohol pouring down his throat, a bit too messily for his usual put-together act, a drop dripping on his chin against his tan skin.

Mr. Suh smiled, humming happily as he handed the —almost empty— glass back to you. “As imagined, my favourite,” he winked.

“Oh, good — good. I — I like it too,” you slurred, panicking and feeling so small. And guilty because something about all of this felt so wrong and dirty and you immediately thought of Mrs. Taylor. Was Johnny flirting or were you too horny to think straight? They were a perfect couple, they couldn’t be cheating, right?

So, you scrolled your head, and said goodbye to him, quickly walking out of the room with the excuse ‘you were sure your father was looking for you’ but in reality, you just needed a breath of fresh air.

Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there. You would find yourself alone with Mr. Suh more than you wished to, and he was always so subtle with everything that you started to think you were going insane. He couldn’t have possibly brushed his hand against yours as he walked by your side to go to his wife, right? And he couldn’t have willingly rested a hand on your lower back when he walked behind you, trying to make way to get to your father? And why would he call you ‘honey’ with that sweet, intoxicating, slightly condescending tone, and only when you two were alone? His voice was always sensual, but you could swear it would drop even lower when he had you alone in the kitchen or in the library you spent some much time in, lecturing you about some poem or book, watching as you hung from his lips.

Anyway, you thought you could deal with it, you would only see him when your dad invited them, and even if it was a lot, you could stick with your mother —a slightly more likeable presence to you that wasn’t best friend with the Suhs.

Things worsened when Mrs. Suh started talking to you. The first, serious, conversation was about a pretty boring thing, some case she was working on. But there was something in the way she talked to you, laughing as she dismissed the conversation and simply stared into your eyes before asking to talk about yourself. Unlike her husband, she was curious, almost as if she wanted to get deep into you and discover things you probably didn’t even know about yourself.

And you froze. You had nothing to say. Everything that came to your mind was either too boring or too wild to be known to her.

“So? Too many secrets to hide?” She joked, showing you her pearly white teeth before winking.

“No, uhm,” you mumbled, trying to find the words, but losing them again when your eyes fell on her hands, golden jewellery shining on her fingers as they wrapped around the flute so delicately and yet sensually before she brought the glass to her full lips tinted with dark purple. Your head snapped up, trying to control your breath and not show the erratic movements of your chest, and squeezing your thighs together for some reason. “I’m working. Yes, busy working and trying to survive my dad.” Busy. You wrote for a small magazine online that paid you dust; reason why you were back living with your parents and kept writing your book, hoping to finish it and publish it one day and get the chance to be as far as possible from that house.

She smirked, and you could see it wasn’t because she was happy with your answer but almost as if she was having the time of her life at the way you were acting. “So, work and dad make you, you?”

“No,” you replied right away, slightly offended too. “I thought we were talking about… about things… happening now.”

A low chuckle rolled out of her lips, “I’d love to get to know you better, you know? Your family is so outgoing, they can’t keep anything in, but you…” she paused, eyes looking at you up and down, “you’re so secretive, reserved, like a candy to unwrap.”

You gulped, fearing she had the wrong idea about you and her husband and was planning a way to kill you. Aaliyah wasn’t stupid, of course she had seen the way Johnny talked to you and, worse, the way you reacted. She was also a lawyer, a brilliant one, you doubt some of her clients were even innocent and yet they got away with everything, she could stand up for herself in court, and Johnny would find a poetic way to get rid of your body and turn this into the plot of his next success.

“I… I…”

“You should spend some time with us,” she said, smiling, crossing her legs and moving her braids behind, showing her cleavage, “you know, at our place, alone. No family getting in the way, no father painting you bad. Just adults having fun.”

“Oh,” you gasped, gulping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear. “Sure, I’d love to.” But the truth is, you wouldn’t survive being alone with them.

“Beautiful dress, by the way,” she complimented, getting up and walking past you, “shows all the right curves.”

That was the start of everything. Unfortunately, she had no intention of killing you. Instead, she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you better, saving you from your father by engaging in conversations with you when you were all at the same table, asking what you liked, and mostly, complimenting you. At first, it could’ve been mistaken for a ‘girls support girls’ kind of moment, but quickly you started to perceive something else. Her looks, her touches and her words weren’t any different than Mr. Suh’s ones, so lingering, so secretive, and teasing, feeling like a breeze that taunts your skin with a sense of relief that’s never meant to come.

Two months have passed since that moment, and your plans of keeping the distance crumble apart when you find yourself alone with them.

It’s not the first time, but you feel today might be more difficult to deal with. Your father is stuck with an idea of you from when you were five years old and in constant need of supervision, or else you can’t explain why he almost treats them as your babysitters.

‘We’ll be out today, look after her,’ these are the words your father exclaims before walking out of the Villa he owned on this lake abandoned by God, your mother already at the car parked in the driveway.

You’re not a child but you surely act like one, rolling your eyes and letting out a loud grunt before puffing out air.

Mr. Suh laughs, humming lowly before turning to you. “You’re still a child in his eyes, aren’t you? His sweet, innocent, little baby.”

That comment shouldn’t have had any effect on you, yet, it does. It feels like he is implying something else, it’s clear in his tone and especially his eyes. But you shake it off, laughing before replying ‘yes,’ and then running up the stairs with a faint goodbye. You hear Mrs. Taylor say something, probably asking you to stay, but you pretend you don’t hear and disappear into your room.

You can avoid them only for so long before you don’t know what to do anymore and decide to go downstairs —terrible decision.

You think they left, so you walk outside to read a book under the porch and enjoy a cold lemonade, but when you step into the garden you see them by the pool.

Aaliyah is laughing tenderly at Johnny who’s dancing on the trampoline, winking at her before jumping in the pool, splashing water around, making her turn around and cover her face more with the large floppy hat she’s wearing.

You feel like dying, this is not how you want to see them, and you have to force your eyes up, not making them fall on her ass. You’re still in time to go back, just one step behind and you can go upstairs as if nothing happened, but you’re not quick enough.

“Hey,” Mr. Suh greets you. “We were hoping you would join us,” he smiles at you, walking out of the pool by the stairs, scrolling the water out of his hair before pushing it behind.

You gulp, which is the only thing you can do to try to water your throat —and more embarrassingly, don’t moan at the sight of his sculpted body. And then you smile, a tight forced smile as you still stand like a statue. “Oh, I won’t join you, I just wanted to read.”

Mrs. Suh snickers and you watch her turn around to stand out of the pool, strong arms lifting her body up —and only now you realize that she’s pretty ripped too, the soft curves complimented by the signed abs, toned arms, and thighs.

“You go to the gym together?” Dumbly slips out of your mouth and by the time you cover it with your hands it’s already too late, but the comment makes them smile.

“You pay attention to details, don’t you?” She asks, clicking her tongue and smirking. She then takes the hat off, letting the braids fall on her back before she sits on the round table, pulling a chair out to gesture you to take a seat. “And I don’t train as much as he does, prefer pilates actually.”

“Oh,” you reply, momentarily bringing your attention to Johnny who’s now sitting on the other chair, leaving you the seat in the middle. “Heard is good for the body, nice choice.”

“Are you going to sit, or do we have to drag you here?” Mr. Suh jokes, head pointing at the empty space between them.

You shake your head, looking down as you take a deep breath and force your legs to work. You can do that, you just have to sit in the middle of the hottest couple you’ve ever laid eyes on and that for some reason loves to tease you, you’ll be fine.

“See, it wasn’t that hard,” she says when your ass touches the chair, book and lemonade resting in front of you on the round table.

“So, enjoying your break?” Johnny asks and then throws his hair back to scroll some more water out, but that makes you lose your focus and gulp nervously.

“Yeah, needed a vacation. Would be better if it wasn’t with my father,” you add, looking down.

She chuckles. “You two really don’t get along. Poor thing, he doesn’t get you, does he?”

You hesitate to reply, 1) you don’t get if she’s mocking you and 2) you wouldn’t care because the way she called you poor thing makes you feel things.

“He thinks I’m a child. I mean, he treats you like babysitters, I’m an adult,” you reply when your brain starts working again, and sadness fills your expression.

“Sure you are,” Johnny adds, chuckling, and you frown. “Sorry, it’s just funny that when you get mad at him, you act a bit childlike. Teenagers-like, if it makes you feel better.”

You sigh, frowning as you stare at him. “You think I’m stupid?”

“What?” He asks, brows raising.

“You think I’m as stupid as he thinks I am? Because the way he talks about me would make anybody think I’m this clueless, hopeless, dumb woman who has no idea what she’s doing with her life.”

Aaliyah chuckles tenderly, “Honey, you’re smart. Johnny can’t quite shut up about you after you two talk. He loves your takes on authors and the way you write, says he would love to have you work with him somehow.”

You almost stop breathing. He talks about you to his wife? He remembers what you say during your conversation or when you talk about what you write? Damn, you doubt people even listen to you.

“Oh, thanks,” yet, this is the only thing you mumble, and it’s fine like this. Anything else coming from your mouth could dangerously be a squeal.

“Anyway,” she says, leaning closer, making you move back and hold your breath, only to damn yourself when her fingers brush on your skin to wipe away something that dropped on you with the wind, “your dad’s not here now, why don’t you join us by the pool and stop stressing about him?”

You smile but shake your head. “No, it’s fine, I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure? The water is perfect,” Johnny adds, standing up and towering over you. “Couldn’t convince my sweet wife to jump in but maybe you’re braver than her,” he winks, and you don’t have the courage to turn around and see if she saw.

“Oh…” you whisper and then look at the pool. If only he knew the problem wasn’t the water, you wouldn’t think twice about jumping in.

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Suh pleads, and before you can realize it, her hands are wrapped around your wrist. This is the first time she touches you, not a caress, not a tease, but a firm hold on you, and it shouldn’t send shivers down your spine, but it does. Her fingers are slim and soft, and you find yourself wishing you could feel them more, preferably somewhere else on your body.

“Wait,” you try to retort, but you have no choice. She’s dragging you to the edge of the pool and Johnny is walking right behind you, you’d be trapped either way.

“Here,” she says, coming to a stop when you reach the border of the pool. “Much better than sipping lemonade while reading a book all alone, right?”

“I don’t have a bikini,” you say, only now realizing you didn’t go downstairs for that.

“Are you wearing lace?” Johnny asks, walking so close that you can feel the heat of his body.

“Wh-why do you care?”

“Dummy,” he chuckles, “if you’re not, you can jump in anyway, it won’t ruin the lingerie.”

“Oh, of course, yeah, of course,” you mumble, looking away to don’t show how embarrassed you are. But their laughs —even if lighthearted— don’t help you at all, and you still feel trapped between them. “No, by the way, I have no reason to wear lace,” you add, trying to fill the silence.

“Really?” Aaliyah asks, tilting her head to the side. You turn around, facing the pool so you can look at them both —and fool yourself you have a way out now that your back is free.

“Well, yes… I’m… I’m not really people’s type,” you mutter, torturing the inside of your cheeks and your fingers.

Johnny snickers, “Weird, you look exactly like —” he doesn’t finish though, and you barely see the glance his wife gives him to stop him. “I’m sure you are someone’s type.”

You nod, but your brain is slowly melting, from the weather, from their closeness, and now because you can’t understand why she stopped him and what he truly wanted to say.

“Undress,” she says resolutely, and you’re brought back to earth, staring at her with wide eyes. “To swim… remember?” she finishes, head tilted to the side and a mocking smirk on her face. You know she’s having the time of her life watching you panic, you’re giving it all way, from the way your breath falters to the way your chest heavies.

“Sure, to swim,” you repeat but it’s more to ground yourself. You hope the water is freezing cold, so maybe your body can cool down, and so can your thoughts. You quickly lift your dress over your shoulders and by the time you can see again, you see them in the water, standing right in front of you, leaning against the other side of the pool.

“Are you coming?” Johnny asks, voice raspy but clear.

You hum, kneeling down, feeling the water with your hand. It’s not cold enough to calm you down and to make you take time, you have to jump in. So, you do. It’s not too deep and you can walk to them.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Aaliyah voices out, deeply breathing in the air and moving her fingers in abstract figures on the surface.

“Yeah. I…” you look down, watching your bra and how little it covers, the damp fabric highlighting your hard nipples even more.

“Shy?” It rolls from her tongue like venom, so sweet yet poisonous as her eyes lock in yours.

“No, no,” you laugh awkwardly. “Why would I?”

“We wouldn’t blame you, we can come off as quite intimidating at times,” Johnny says, the corner of his lips twitching in a smirk before it relaxes.

“You don’t intimidate me,” you lie, chuckling and crossing your arms on your chest.

She laughs. “My nipples are hard too, babe. It’s the cold,” she reassures you with a smile, but you don’t feel better. You’re not so sure it’s only the cold, you think they became this hard a few minutes ago when you were practically sandwiched between them.

“Why did you come here?” You ask out of nowhere, and their expressions change. “I’m sorry, it’s not like I don’t want you here,” you explain, “but you could do vacations on your own and don’t have to suffer through my father, so I don’t understand.”

“Thought we said not to talk about him?” She says, raising a brow.

“Well, I want to talk about you. You two have it all, you’re rich, powerful, smart, in love, and yet, you…” you float around me, always, constantly, “...you spend so little time together.”

Mr. Suh laughs, his head rolling back for a second. “We’re always together. I come home to her, not your father,” he jokes and she laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Also, this might not be the only vacation we will do this year. We always go to Santorini in September before Uni starts,” she adds.

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek.

“But let’s talk about you,” she says. “Why are you here? Your brothers didn’t come.”

“My brothers can do whatever they want, I can’t.”

“Why?” This time Johnny is the one asking.

“I’d let him down,” you add, lowering your gaze because you don’t like the look of pity behind their eyes. “But I don’t want to think about him. You’re good at diving,” you change the subject, addressing Johnny, hoping it will be enough to move the focus from you. 

“Thanks,” he replies, a proud smirk on his face.

“Don’t stroke his ego, he’s going to jump again and splash around,” she jokes, rolling her eyes.

“You’re already wet, so why would it be a problem?” He smirks, and then turns to you and winks, making you choke on your own saliva, but you try to cover it up with a fit of cough, something that makes the couple giggle under their breath more.

Aaliyah swims to you, pushing you back so Johnny can have space and maybe don’t drown you with his jump. Your skin is on fire as her hands place on your back as she guides you and you’re thankful your feet can touch because you can barely walk, so imagine swimming.

“He was in the swimming team in high school,” Aaliyah explains, covering her eyes from the sun with a hand and squeezing them so she can watch Johnny. You mimic her, humming at her words. “He was so good, I think I fell in love on the bleachers watching him swim.”

You chuckle tenderly and try to imagine a younger version of them, and you can almost see them. You wonder if their personalities were the same more than ten years ago, you wonder how they looked, you wonder if they would’ve ever imagined to still be here after so many years. But in any version you come up with, you still don’t fit. Actually, it makes you look like a stain even more.

“Your love is… strong,” you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.

“It is,” she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, “even though weird things happen sometimes.”

You giggle, frowning. “Weird things?” Your voice is shaking, and you don’t want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.

“What are you talking about? Praising me?” Mr. Suh asks, grinning, running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.

“Not about you, nothing impressive about that jump,” she jokes. “About us.”

“Us?”

She hums. “I was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.”

You want to ask about the weird things, you want to ask so much more, but you don’t. And you simply stand there, watching Mr. Suh’s hands wrap around her body, feeling jealousy in the pit of your stomach.

The whole thing gets more intense as time passes by. You’re curious about them, as individuals and as a couple, and you can’t deny the tension anymore. Not tonight.

The three of you haven’t really spoken, mostly because you slipped away as soon as you crossed ways, and after a few tries, they stopped trying to approach you. But the buzzing chemistry is strong across the room.

You try not to look at them, you even try to engage in conversation with your father —when he’s not attached to Mr. Suh’s ass— and some of his other friends, but it’s useless. Your head always turns in their direction, it’s almost like a voice is luring you in.

You guess you look dumb from the outside, and you’re sure that if you looked at yourself in the mirror you would tell yourself to work on the way you stare at —almost strangers— with eyes filled with lust. You don’t want to, you don’t want to look at them, even less with that wide-eyed gaze and agape mouth, but you can’t help it.

“Honey,” your mother’s voice scoffs, “what are you doing?”

You perceive her scolding —disgusted— gaze on you and you cough, looking at her to be met with her judging eyes. Typical of your mother, usually you only get her looks with no need for words to be added.

“Sorry, I was zoned out,” you justify, chuckling awkwardly, but it only makes her frown more and sigh. “I’m a bit tired,” you lie, trying to fool her.

“Just don’t look weird,” she dismisses you with a wave of hand. “Not more than the usual,” she adds, leaving you alone.

You roll your eyes, scoffing loudly once you’re sure she’s out of sight and then start walking to the table with the drinks. You’re not sure adding alcohol to the picture will make it better but who knows, maybe ending up passed out next to a toilet is better than lusting over a married couple that is probably just messing with you.

It doesn’t work.

You blame it on the hard drinks your friends make you drink when you go out, your alcohol tolerance must be out of the roof by now, but it doesn’t matter because your biggest problem still stands.

Your problem is standing on the other side of the room now that you’re sitting on some couches with the fourth drink in hand. You shouldn’t feel like this, stomach upside down and a frown hardening your beautiful features while you look at them. But you can’t help it. Mr. Suh’s hand sitting at the side of Aaliyah’s waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the maroon dress she’s wearing. You can’t hear her laugh as her head rolls back before falling on his shoulder at something the person they are talking to is saying, but your brain replays the sound anyway, and you smile.

The beam on your face drops quickly when her eyes lock into yours, Johnny is not looking, busy paying attention to the person in front of them, but her gaze is on you. It’s piercing even with the distance between you and it takes your breath away. You should make this look normal, raise a hand and wave with a small smile before turning away, but you don’t. You’re stuck, like you always are around them, and the only thing that moves is your heart, pounding fast and violently in your chest as you watch her every move, one hand bringing a glass to her lips and the other meeting Johnny’s on her waist. You’d love to roll your eyes and huff ‘he’s yours, we get it,’ but you only feel a stinging pain in your heart, and a less painful one, well… somewhere else.

The spell breaks when she turns around, eyes on her husband and laughing again as if nothing happened, almost as if you’re not even in the room anymore.

Your shoulders drop, your breath gets normal again, and your head lowers. It’s not normal to feel like this, especially when it all feels like a mockery at times. You know there’s no space for you. You can’t be her and run your fingers in his hair without getting scowled at for ruining it. You can’t be her and kiss him on the lips and chuckle when he rubs your nose against yours. You can’t be her and see him in the comfort of when he wakes up or goes to bed.

But you play and play, and fool yourself you can, getting lost in those fantasies. You need a breath of fresh air.

Just like the alcohol, the minutes spent outside to cool your body and mind don’t work. When you go back to sit at your spot, you realize they’re sitting opposite to you. You’d leave again but you have no excuse, and it would become even more awkward now that your father sits next to you. But it’s fine, they’re talking again with someone else and you can focus on what your father is saying. Or maybe not, his conversation with another one of his intellectual friends is boring, nothing interesting comes from his mouth, just old, recurrent, wrong takes. You’d get in the conversation, just to feel something else that night and end up in a discussion with your dad because you need to prove him wrong, but your brain is somewhere else.

Once again, in front of you. Mrs. Suh is sitting on Johnny’s lap, somehow her back manages to stay straight even if she’s not resting against anything, her long legs are elegantly crossed by the ankle and one of her arms is wrapped around his shoulder. You recognize the person in front of them, Mr. Kim Doyoung, a math professor, and you question how they know each other but it gets swiped from your mind quickly.

You hate how close they are. Their touches so subtle and yet so loud making it feel like they’re rubbing it in your face. You hate how people look at them, with so much awe and affection, you feel like only you can look at them like that. And you feel stupid, it is stupid.

But then it happens again, this time it’s Mr. Suh the one looking at you. All the anger and jealousy fly away. Thousands of eyes on them, and he’s still looking at you. His wife is in his arms, and he’s still looking at you. Your father is at your side, and he’s still looking at you.

You gulp, shifting on the spot to try to get comfortable and stop the painful throbbing between your legs, but it’s impossible.

Mr. Suh’s lips flicker in a small smirk, and then his brow rises, there’s also a small raise of the cup he’s holding, and you immediately turn around, just to make sure your father is not looking. You can’t believe he’s so bold, flirting —or whatever he is doing— not only in a full room but with your dad by your side.

You should hate it, you should leave, maybe even confront him, but you don’t. You’re actually quite ashamed the whole thing turns you on. It’s hot, and taboo, and taboo but hot. And come on, you’ve been subtly flirting with a married couple, this shouldn’t be the worst thing, but it feels like it. Because your father worships them, everybody in that room praises them, wants to be like them, and thinks they only have eyes for each other, but they don’t, even if it’s only a naughty game, their eyes are on you.

It’s you.

Their eyes skim around the room playing hide and seek with yours. Their hands tickle your skin in secret. Their bodies speak to you.

The whole room fades in the background, all the tension, all the problems, gone.

It’s only you and them.

Eventually, you start spending more and more time at their place. You tell yourself it’s because they’re easygoing and you can easily escape from your house —to be more precise, from your father. But the truth is, you’re starting to enjoy them more and more.

You still feel out of place sometimes, but it quickly fades away when they notice their conversation push you out by quickly pulling you back in, making light jokes you can understand, or asking about your day. You realize Mrs. Taylor tends to pick up on you quicker than Mr. Suh, while he prefers to ease you with tender touches, and you wonder if he knows the effect they have on you.

You still don’t open up to them much, fearing that if they discovered more, they’d quickly stop giving you attention.

Attention.

That’s another thing you enjoy about being with them. You feel seen. Even if their chemistry is over the roof, they never leave you out, you’re not a tapestry with them. They listen to you, even if you don’t say much, even if you stumble on your words and only give them a small peek. They look at you with sweet smiles on their faces and hum interested, holding conversation with ease.

And shamefully, the thing you love the most, they pamper you. It’s not like you’re poor —even if you have decided to don’t ask for money from your father, some privileges from your wealthy family come anyway— but they still spoil you. Expensive dinners in places you honestly never even wanted to set foot inside. Expensive clothes you doubt you even have the occasion to wear. They even gifted you a Cartier necklace that you keep stored away as your most treasured possession.

But their attentions aren’t only economical, they spoil you with homemade dinners at their place, movie night on their couch, and something more…

You lost count by now of how many times they get you alone and flirt with you, teasing you, watching you get flustered, chuckling at the way your breath falters when their fingers brush your skin or hair. It’s like a dirty game, you are their dirty game. But you don’t hate it. You know they both know what they’re doing, but you love this secrecy, the way you’re their trophy in plain sight and yet a dirty secret they have to hide from each other. It makes you feel wanted, desperately wanted.

And soon enough, you find yourself playing that game, too.

You wear your best outfits when you pass by the University, skin-tight skirts or pants, and just as skimpy blouses or tops with the excuse to borrow books from the library and say hi. Your lips are tinted red for Mr. Suh when he asks you if you want to pass in his office to help him with some lectures, and brown for Mrs. Suh when you casually pass by her firm for lunch or after work. Your hair is always in different hairstyles until you start to stick with the ones you see they like the most. And slowly, you gain some confidence to flirt back.

Your remarks are subtle, and your gaze shies away when they hold eye contact and only giggle or smirk teasingly. But it’s something.

Or so you think.

One second, you’re confident, and the other you feel like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You start wondering if you’re pathetic in their eyes and are nothing more but a plaything for them to toy with and discharge when they’ll get tired of you. But nobody ever complimented you this much, calling you beautiful, caressing your face, loving the outfits you put together, and, most importantly, didn’t make you feel dumb. So it feels impossible to pull away from them. Even when your father starts getting mad at you about it.

He’s not dumb, and he has seen the way you and Mr. Suh sit in a corner and talk, he has seen that he greets you before anybody else —even before him— and he doesn’t like it.

“Johnny and Aaliyah have a beautiful relationship,” he starts, scolding you, “don’t try to screw it up, you’re not half of her worth.”

And that’s the first time you cry at night about it. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t help but question why they would choose you. Even if it’s just a game, even if it means nothing, you can’t find a reason why. You don’t know who started this first, but it’s not like it would be any different, they’re both hot, smart, talented and successful, and your father is right, you’re not half of her, or his, worth.

Yet, you can’t let it go.

If you know their townhouse by heart, you can’t say the same for their holiday house. It’s your first time being there after they invited you to their getaway weekend. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, pack your best things and leave.

You didn’t want to wander around but they left you all alone and didn’t show much of the house, so you took this opportunity to see a bit more.

The place is big; in the spacious hall, you’re met with the stairs once you enter, the big living room and on the right there’s the kitchen with a grand island in the middle and the table in front of the wide window. Farther down the corridor there’s a small bathroom and a room you couldn’t open.  You’d like to go outside in the garden and chill next to the pool or under the porch, but it’s like upstairs is calling you.

On the first floor, there are the bedrooms and a studio. Your room —well, the guest room— is at the end of the corridor with a big bathroom next to it, while their room is at the end of the stairs, or so you guess.

You don’t want to pry, but curiosity’s got the best of you, especially after trying to open that room downstairs that won’t open. But you know you don’t want to find the keys to that room when you enter their bedroom —yes, you do, but that’s not the main thing.

Your lips part when you enter. It’s bigger than yours, with white walls and wide windows that let the light shine in making it seem even bigger. The big bed is against the wall that faces the door, and right next to the windows, there’s a small sitting room with a two-seat couch and two armchairs.

You should stop and don’t step further but you don’t listen to your brain.

On the wall in front of the bed, there’s a fireplace and on top of it there’s a television that takes half of the wall. At the sides, there are recessed shelves in the wall with books and elegant boxes, a lamp in front of it, and a lounge chair.

There are other lamps, all seem to be design pieces. Two long bedside tables that seem to be vanity desks of marble black. Some beautiful paintings are on the walls and you frown when you can’t recognize the artist, but they picture women and nature and you find them mesmerizing.

Then your eyes are caught by a rectangular red box placed against the wall at the side of the bed, it’s bigger than the bench at the end of the bed, and something about it screams at you to open it.

You shouldn’t, you feel like you’re invading their privacy —and well, you are— but you don’t stop.

You kneel in front of it, and a part of you hopes it’s locked somehow so that you can walk out of there and pretend nothing happened. But there’s no lock or key, you just have to lift the lid to see what’s inside.

Your lips part and a gasp comes out of your mouth when your eyes see what’s inside. You freeze. Close it and leave. Your brain screams, but you’re stuck, eyes blinking as you try to make sure you’re not making it all up.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hand falling from the lid to shakily touch what’s inside. There are other boxes but, for now, you don’t care to open them and only grab what you can see. Handcuffs, blindfolds, what seem to be whips but they all have different shapes and you don’t get the differences, ropes and other items you can’t name. The closed boxes have labels on them, lingerie, anal, vibrators, and dildos.

Your hands grab one, opening it, inspecting what’s inside with surprise and curiosity, and then another, and another. To be honest, you don’t know why you are so shocked, you own some toys —a vibrator and a small dildo— but you’ve seen much more than that, and it shouldn’t be surprising that a couple like the Suhs have freaky, kinky sex. Yet, it’s overwhelming you.

You are so caught up looking into the box that you don’t hear the door open and Aaliyah stand behind you with just a rope wrapped around her body.

“Looking for something?”

One of the boxes falls from your hand when Mr. Suh’s voice resonates in the room and you jump around in fear.

You mumble no sense, starting to panic while your eyes dart around the room for an escape. There would be many, the room is all windows and you could easily jump off the balcony to put an end to how embarrassed you feel right now, but you can’t.

Their gazes are piercing you and pinning you down against the floor and a feeble “I’m sorry,” is all you can say before your throat goes completely dry.

They snicker, starting to walk over you and you take a step back, but almost fall into the box. You don’t, not because your brain started to work again, but because Mrs. Suh has her arms wrapped around you to keep you from being bent in half into that.

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt yourself,” she says, a veil of genuine concern and something else, a lot of something else, that you can’t decipher.

“I told you she was curious,” Johnny says, talking to her once she lets you go after she makes sure you can stand on your feet.

“I — I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry,” you mumble, looking down and torturing your hands, but the toys abandoned on the floor only make you look outside. “I thought you were out.”

“I was,” Johnny says, “went buy something sweet for you. But it looks like you’ll get something sweeter tonight.”

Your brain panics, trying to assimilate everything they said to you. “You — you were home the entire time?”

She smirks. “Didn’t hear the water running?”

You sigh defeated, pressing your lips together and shaking your head.

Johnny chuckles before kneeling and talking to you again, “You’re lucky we didn’t want to use these on you tonight, I’m not really in the mood to clean them all up,” he says as he puts the dildos back in the box and set it aside, outside of the container so he remembers to clean them.

“On — on me?” You mumble still struggling to breathe.

Aaliyah hums. “All this teasing has to go somewhere, right?”

“I — I…” You — You… you wished this so much that now that is happening you don’t know how to feel anymore.

“You don’t want us?” Johnny asks with genuine care and your eyes widen, terrified they will get the wrong idea.

“No, I do, I do, but I don’t want to — I… I promise I’m not weird, I don’t even know why I came here, or why I opened that, it’s just so eye-catching, it’s red and nothing in this room is red, and…”

Your rant gets interrupted by two lips on yours. You don’t know who it is at first, eyes closed and brain and heart going off like sirens, running around with their non-existent hands in the air. But then an arm wraps around you and pulls you close, and you realize it’s her. It’s her soft yet firm touch, it’s her body against yours.

And then you’re trapped again, Johnny is behind you, and you feel small and powerless.

“We’re not mad at you, honey,” he says, fingers running against your neck as he moves your hair back, “we’re kinda glad you snooped around, we weren’t really sure how to initiate this.”

“Oh,” you gasp. “But I’m not weird, I’m not a stalker, I promise.”

“We know,” she stops you again, chuckling, “maybe you wanted to get caught. Johnny called your name when he was downstairs, you didn’t hear him?”

Your lips spread partially as you try to remember but you’re sure you didn’t hear his voice or the shower. “No, I… I think I was too caught in… into… well…”

They snicker.

“Naughty girl,” she mocks, gently cupping your chin. “Found something interesting?”

“Uhm, no…”

“No?” Johnny asks and you feel something against your bare thighs —wearing shorts was a bad idea. It has fringes and it tickles. “Not even this?”

You look down and see the black flogger in his hands and you gulp. “I never tried any of these before… I’m not even sure how some of these things can bring pleasure.”

Aaliyah chuckles, shaking her head. “Oh, babydoll, you’d be surprised.”

“You want to tie me?” You ask innocently and they laugh.

“Nah, seems a bit cruel for our first time, don’t you think?” Johnny says, hands wrapping around your stomach.

First time? There will be another one? You think but you don’t ask. You probably already look depraved enough to their eyes, you don’t want to make it worse.

“So, want to have fun with us?”

“Yeah…”

“Hesitating?” She questions, caressing your cheek to soothe you but her touch only makes your body buzz in excitation.

“No, I still don’t get why you would want me,” you whisper, diverting your gaze.

“Have you taken a look in the mirror?” He says, big hands caressing your waist and lips brushing against your neck.

You shake your head. “I still think I don’t fit between you…”

She grabs your chin, lifting your head. “Then why don’t you stop thinking tonight, mhh? We’ll give you a reason to believe why you do fit, instead?” Her hands grab yours and she places them on the tie of her robe, if your fingers move and you let it fall to the ground the whole night will bloom. The consequences could be tragic, tomorrow could be the worst day of your life, but tonight might be the best one.

You don’t hesitate anymore; you’re curious, you’re needy, and you badly want to be pressed between them and feel their skin against yours, so your fingers dance on the tie and pull the robe open.

Your lips part to let out a gasp when her naked body unreveals to your eyes, and you get lost in it. Your eyes move up and down, taking in her perky, round boobs, her darker nipples hardening at the cool air of the room, and then they go down, to her toned stomach you have already seen before until they reach her soft hips, you bite your lips when your eyes fall between her legs, perfectly trimmed black hair covering her most intimate part, and lastly on her soft thighs and long legs.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out, feeling you could collapse just from the view, and you start wondering if you can take Johnny too.

Her lips lift in a smile and her hands wander on your body where her husband’s hands are leaving your body untouched. You press your lips together to don’t moan already, it would be so humiliating to do so, but it’s almost as if they know.

“Don’t hold back,” Johnny whispers against your ear, shivers running down your spine. “We take pride in what we do, and want to hear you.”

You hum, nodding fast before you feel dizzy when he pushes your shorts down, his body lowering to accompany them on the floor, his hot breath hitting your exposed skin before his lips leave kisses on your thighs and ass.

Aaliyah is busy taking care of your top, lifting your arms to reveal your bare chest. Your first instinct is to cover yourself, but she stops you with a stern look and a “Don’t.” Her voice is sultry, sweet like honey and intoxicating, and you can only obey. “It’s not fair when I’m so bare at your eyes, don’t you think so?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe out, and then turn your head to stare at Johnny, the only one who’s completely covered. You don’t say anything, but your eyes speak louder than any word. You’re basically imploring him to show himself to you, your eagerness is burning out of you, yet he mocks you with a smirk and then a scoff.

“Later, honey,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t be greedy. Too much on your plate, then you can’t chew.”

His wife snickers, pushing him back from you. “Follow me,” she says, giving you a reassuring smile before turning around and walking toward the bed.

You hesitate, looking back at Johnny, asking his permission, and when he nods, you still feel stuck there. You need a light push from him to start moving your feet and follow her on the Wyoming king bed.

“I didn’t think you would be so shy, doll,” she points out, watching you hesitantly climb on the bed and crawl to her.

“She’s not,” Johnny replies for you, “she’s just playing with us.”

You stop in your tracks, looking back at him, mumbling to come up with a reply. But you stop thinking when her chest presses against your back and she turns your head to kiss you. Her hand reaches out to call Johnny to join you, but you don’t think about him until you feel the bed bend with his weight and then his hands on your thighs.

“Or maybe she just needs to ease into us,” she suggests. You catch she’s telling him something, it’s a quick conversation with eyes and mouthed words; you don’t get it, but you don’t care to get it.

You trust them. And you like the thrill of being at their mercy with no idea of what they truly want to do with you.

So, you let them. You let them move you, shifting around you as their hands gently push you flat against the bed and their lips start tracing your shivering skin. You hate that Johnny is still dressed but that thought quickly leaves your mind —or better, doesn’t annoy you that much anymore— when his fingers hook on the band of your panties and pull them off.

You squirm, hiding your face against Aaliyah’s arms but they’re quick at reassuring you.

“Stop hiding away,” Johnny says, “you’re beautiful, honey.”

But your confidence it’s not the problem. You’ve never been the centre of attention, you never had two pairs of eyes, lips, and hands on you. You don’t know how to cope with all of this.

You gasp when her lips wrap around your hard nipple and she starts sucking. And you can’t control your hips when his hands brush against the apex of your thighs before lingering over your sensitive pussy.

“Can I taste you?” Johnny asks, softly caressing your skin.

“Yes, you can.” You’re already short on air as you watch him lower his head, his eyes intensely staring straight into yours, making you feel so small and yet so safe.

Your legs go weak as soon as his plump lips touch your sensitive clit, he’s only leaving delicate kisses on you and small kitten licks but that’s not the only stimulation you’re receiving, Aaliyah’s mouth and fingers lick and pinch on your sensitive nipples are not helping you calm down.

“Oh my god,” you curse, rolling your head back when he starts eating you out for real. Tongue working with precision from your leaking slit to your throbbing clit, not leaving a patch untouched. His hold on you is firm, big hands keeping you spread, massaging your skin to help you relax even more, but with no room for movement. 

“Look at you,” she teases, pulling away from your boob to pay attention to your face, “so wrecked and we barely even started. You love the way my husband is eating you out?”

Your eyes open to meet hers, and you regret it right away, the intensity of her gaze making you feel something you’ve never felt before. Sure, she carried around an intimidating vibe, but that kind of aura disappeared as the months passed and you grew closer, but this, this is different. She is dominant and firm, yet somehow you can always find that veil of care that characterized her.

You try to answer, afraid not receiving a verbal response will disappoint her, but your throat lets out an embarrassing whimper followed by a broken moan.

She snickers, shaking her head, and caressing your cheeks so gently it feels like she’s mocking you. “I know, doll, I know, he’s good with his mouth.”

You cry out in embarrassment but your head rolls back when Johnny sucks harshly on your clit and his hands move down to keep your pussy spread.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles pressed against your skin, the vibrations driving you insane. “So wet for us, you wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Our desperate toy, we made you wait for so long.”

You’d love to scream that yes, this took too long, but nothing comes out of your mouth. You somehow find the strength to look up, much with the help of Aaliyah who places an arm under your head for support, and you feel your stomach tighten up at the view.

Johnny looks like a starving man, messily lapping at your aching pussy, devouring you with his face buried between your legs, nose pressed against your mound. He’s so caught up he probably doesn’t even realize he tugs you closer when his arms wrap around your thighs.

Your eyes shut down and for a moment the image of the usual him crosses your mind. There’s nothing of the composed, elegant, and polite man you know, that man that your father loves so much, the same man that if he saw him right now, would have a heart attack. But you quickly push him out of your mind. You have no other choice when Aaliyah’s fingers add to the mess between your legs, and you bite your lips so hard you almost bleed.

“Too much,” you cry out, looking for mercy in her eyes when she draws them from her husband and your cunt to your face.

“Too much?” She coos with a condescending tone. “You’re bucking your hips against his face and want me to believe it’s too much?”

You groan loudly, giving up as your head falls against the mattress again. Her arm is not there anymore as she’s using it to support her body to tease you, and your neck has no more strength to watch him have the time of his life between your thighs.

But you’re not the only one groaning; Johnny’s moaning too, getting drunk in your juices and falling into madness as he tries to ease the painful boner in his tight jeans, grinding against the mattress for comfort.

“You’re so hot you’re making him hump the mattress, babydoll,” she points out. “That’s the effect you have on him. Still doubt you’re not enough?”

You don’t, not right now, you don’t want to think about it. Still, you shake your head, earning a soft, pleased smile and a “Good girl.”

It makes your stomach tighten, your toes curl, and your hands clench around the sheets. “Johnny,” you whisper, keeping your mouth parted as you try to let more air in, it’s a beg for release but you can’t find the words to let it all out.

The way you moan his name, so shyly, so weakly, a bit for the pleasure, a bit because you feel like it doesn’t belong to you —God if he finds it endearing the way you still call them Mr. and Mrs. Suh sometimes— makes his heart pound and his dick ache. You’re so fragile in their hands, right now, in his. He had wished to have you like this for so long; since his wife first brought you up and he started to look at you in a different light. Every time you spoke your mind during dinners, coming up with something that was too smart for your father to comprehend until he proposed the same point of view, only changing a few things. You deserved to be lifted on the table and eaten out like this. And the more you two talked, or your hands brushed timidly, the more he felt addicted. He couldn’t stop thinking of you.

And that was crazy, because the only woman he ever had was his wife, and never he would’ve imagined he could feel so attracted to someone that wasn’t her. And yet, the three of you are here, in the same bed, in the same mess.

When you call out his name again, he snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at you, the eye contact makes your head spin and you hold onto Aaliyah’s wrists. You feel like the orgasm will make you fly away, but before that, Johnny will kill you with just one look.

“Please,” you cry out, begging to be spared, or maybe not, maybe begging to be ended, begging for the release, begging to reach the best orgasm of your life.

“Let go, honey, come in my mouth,” his deep, sultry voice is the final strike that sends you over the edge. Body convulsing in his hold as he keeps you down and keeps sucking and licking you, eagerly swallowing your sweet cum, and moaning vulgarly against your burning hot skin.

You feel dizzy and high, and your body slumps against the soft mattress when your first orgasm ends.

“Want to see you,” you cry out, trying to lift your body and reach for him, but your limbs quickly give up.

Aaliyah chuckles, and you turn to face her. “We need to work on your stamina.”

You pout as you justify yourself, “It was too good, and I haven’t come like this in — well, never.”

Johnny chuckles, smirking proudly before he stands up at the edge of the bed. “Want to see me, honey?”

You nod with enthusiasm, biting your lips as your heart thuds in excitement. Your eyes lock with his fingers that are moving way too slow on their way to unbutton the shirt. But after what feels like an eternity, the blouse meets the floor, leaving uncovered his toned chest, arms and beautiful tattoos adorning the skin of his shoulder. But it’s not like you haven’t seen that before.

“What?” You scream annoyed when she covers your view, standing on her knees between you and her husband, giggling at your disappointment.

“He needs a hand, baby,” she chuckles and you huff again. Of course, they would fuck with you some more.

Every sound drives you more insane; you bite the inside of your cheek when you hear the belt open, and your heels tap against the mattress when the zip comes down, lastly, you groan in disbelief when you hear his pants and belt hit the floor.

“Please,” you whine, closed fists slapping against the bed.

“Fine, greedy little thing,” Johnny chuckles, and so does she as they finally give you what you want.

Your eyes and lips widen, and you gulp. “Oh… wow…”

They laugh, it’s a soft sound that creates a beautiful harmony, and even if they’re making fun of you, it warms your heart. The next thing they do is crawl to you to kiss you.

It starts with a soft peck on your lips, their mouths on yours meeting almost shyly, and then it gets heated, teeth and tongue clashing together as all of you try to have a taste of each other.

“Don’t worry, you can take it,” she reassures, kissing your lips, hands travelling down your stomach until it reaches your throbbing clit and starts moving in circles, making you gasp against their lips.

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble, glossy eyes looking into his first and then moving to hers. “Maybe you should.”

“Oh, I do, trust me,” she replies, smirking before kissing your neck.

“Tonight is about you,” Johnny reminds you, doing the same as she’s doing but on the other side. “It will fit.”

“Mhh,” you mumble, feeling weak and overwhelmed. 

“Let me make sure it will fit,” she sings happily, now taking the spot between your legs.

You moan against Johnny’s mouth when her finger pushes inside you, humming in delight as she feels how wet you are. You can’t see her, eyes closed as you get lost in the kiss, but just her presence is enough to make you tremble.

“Look at you, it’s so easy to turn you into a puddle,” she teases, watching as you can barely kiss Johnny back. Something about the kiss you and her husband are sharing makes her head spin. There’s something about you, something new, something they’ve never had before. You’re so delicate, like a flower, and your petals fall perfectly between them. Just like right now, she’s sure there’s nothing in your brain, and yet your lips follow Johnny’s, messily meeting him in that slow, yet passionate kiss.

Your body reacts so nicely to their hands running on your skin, cupping and groping at your soft boobs to stimulate you everywhere as she works the second finger inside of you. They are experts at what they’re doing, sending shivers all over your body and pushing you further down into that haze.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, you’re so eager to feel Johnny inside, aren’t you?”

You mumble a reply as you finally pull away from Johnny, a thread of spit still connecting your lips, but you don’t notice until he breaks it off. “Want to feel him.”

They snicker, and then their lips are on you; Johnny’s busy leaving pecks on your neck before he pays attention to your nipples, and Aaliyah is focused on kissing your inner thigh and tummy as her fingers still curl inside of you.

“I don’t think you’re ready, yet, pretty girl,” she hums, curling the tips up and hitting your sensitive spot. That action makes your hips buck from the mattress and causes a louder moan to slip through your tortured plump lips. “So wet, dripping all over my fingers. I bet you taste so good, maybe I’ll get a taste one day, uhm?”

You squeeze your eyes, uselessly trying to calm your breath, it’s pathetic how fast your chest is moving in erratic movements, and how your hips squirm to search for more, even if one of their hands is on your stomach to keep you in place. You don’t reply but you internally scream that yes, you want her. You want to feel her soft, full lips on you, you wonder if she’s eager like Johnny or more meticolous, if she moans loudly or keeps quiet. You don’t know, but the mere idea makes a growl roll from your lips.

“She’s good with her fingers, isn’t she?” Johnny’s deep voice hits your ear, and you feel your body melt. Your head moves quickly to agree as you turn to the side to face him. He’s staring at you with a sly smirk on his face and before you can stop him, you feel his long fingers on your clit. You bite back a moan and try to plead with your eyes but it’s useless. Neither of them wants to stop.

“What, princess? We have to make sure you’re ready to take my dick,” he whispers, shushing your senseless sounds with a kiss.

You bite his lips by mistake when she pushes a third finger inside, eyes wide both in surprise and in a silent apology to Johnny.

“Too much,” you cry out.

But she tsks, shaking her head. “You have to be all stretched out for him, doll. You don’t want to break, do you?”

You shake your head before it rolls back, and your face contorts more. You don’t want to break but you feel like you might explode from this alone. She’s incredibly skilled in what she’s doing, it’s like her fingers are pumping and curling following the rhythm of a melody only she can hear, they hit you deep and fast, not giving you time to recover from each profound push.

“Just a few pumps and then he’ll fuck you exactly like you want,” she encourages you, her dark brown eyes looking softly at you, curling up in a sweet smile.

It takes you less than a few pumps to come undone, you don’t even see the orgasm coming when it washes over you, knocking air out of your lungs. It’s her two fingers pumping into you, curling and scissoring, after she pulled the third out to move faster, it’s Johnny’s thumb on your clit, flicking it swiftly, and his lips on your nipple, sucking harshly. But mostly, it’s them, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around you, intoxicating you like a drug that takes its sweet time to kick in.

Your body shakes, trapped between the mattress and their big bodies, and you feel like the room is spinning around you.

“You come so easily,” she mocks, pulling her fingers out once she’s sure you’re done, and slapping your clit, making you hiss.

Easily. If that was nothing to her…

“Naughty girl,” Johnny scoffs, pulling away from you and you whine when their hot bodies are not on you anymore.

You sigh, thinking since when you’re so pathetic and needy? You truly can’t last more than ten seconds without having them all over you?

“If you were ours that wouldn’t have gone unpunished,” he says, settling between your legs and spreading them apart. You barely noticed them moving around, already too far gone to be aware of what is going on around you. His intense gaze makes you shiver and more cum oozes out of your already messy, wet cunt. Johnny takes a deep breath, getting lost in the sight of you, your face is wrecked, your lips parted, your eyes watery, your boobs are heaving, and your hips are moving around, pleading him to fuck you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, honey.”

The compliment makes your heart swell and you weakly smile back at him.

“Come on, fuck her already,” Aaliyah encourages him, pushing his hips closer as she stands at his side, “she deserves it.”

You gasp under your breath when his hands wrap around the back of your knees and, with a strong tug, he pulls your body against his, the tip of his dick slapping against your core. He moves one hand down to grab the base and pushes his cock against your slit, it feels like forever as he rubs his leaking tip against your clit and every now and then pushes against your opening that’s fluttering, begging him to fill you up already.

“Johnny,” Aaliyah scolds sternly, looking at him up and down, and her dominance at the moment makes you shiver and moan, shamelessly. You try to close your legs to hide the effect it had on you but they both push them open, and somehow, the way they’re not paying attention to you, eyes locked into each others, and still have you under control, makes you whine even louder. “Stop teasing her,” she orders, cupping his chin and pulling him closer. “Don’t you see how badly she wants you? Dripping on the sheets like a kitten in heat?”

You frown at her comment even if well, she’s right. You’re sure you’ve never been this wet your entire life.

“As you wish, milady,” he jokes and in a second, he’s inside of you.

“Fuck,” you scream at the stretch, even if he didn’t bottom in, you still feel like you can barely breathe. “Oh, shit.”

“Damn, honey, I’m not even halfway in,” he comments, stopping and looking at you with a worried face. 

“No, I’m fine, I was — too caught up,” too caught up in you two and I barely remember my name.

Aaliyah snickers, shaking her head. “You’re so cute, doll,” she hums, caressing your thigh, “just relax and take him all, uhm? He’s going to fuck you so well,” she says before addressing her husband, “right, Johnny?”

Johnny nods, smirking playfully before sinking further until his entire length is in.

Your head rolls back while pleasure dissipates inside your body, he fills you perfectly, stretching you so nicely. You feared it was going to be more painful, but it feels so good, and the pairs of hands soothing your skin are helping you calm down.

Johnny pulls you closer, beginning to slowly move his hips, hissing under his breath while your walls flutter around him so nicely, your wet, warm hole welcoming him with ease now that you’re not tense anymore.

And then it happens, for the first time that night, they kiss. You bite your lips with force as your eyes bore holes in them. Their lips move on their own, doing what they have been doing for a life now, and their hands pull each other close. You’ve seen them in similar circumstances before, but this, this, is different. Johnny is kissing his wife while he’s buried deep inside of you, one hand on the small of her back, the other keeping you spread, her hand tangled in his long, brown locks and the other intertwined with yours at your side.

Everything is oddly romantic and erotic at the same time. Everything makes perfect sense and no sense at all. But it’s fine. Tonight, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to worry, you want to roll around in this mess of limbs and skin and feel. Feel alive and loved. Even if it might be an illusion.

“Fuck, baby,” they moan when they pull apart, giggling at the way they’re in sinch even if for different things. Their eyes are on you again and while Johnny praises how good you feel, she praises how well you’re taking him.

And your heart jumps around while a dumb, drunk-in-love smile plasters on your face. But it swiftly drops when she moves up again to whisper something in Johnny’s ear. You try to study his expression, something flickers in his eyes, and they darken even more, you even feel his dick twitch inside of you, but you can’t make out anything of what she says.

Then Johnny’s hips come to an alt, and your throat dries.

“We were thinking you got to come two times already,” he starts, licking his lips, “and while I’m having fun with you, you will agree we kinda neglected Aaliyah, right?”

You nod quickly, eyes moving between the couple in swift motions.

“So, what do you think about turning around and eating her out while I keep fucking you?”

It’s like your brain sparks up and shuts down at the same time at his words. You nod eagerly, mumbling ‘yes’ while a small, fucked out smile creeps on your face.

“You want me, baby?” She asks, voice slurring out of her lips like velvet.

“Yes, please, want you so bad,” you reply, body buzzing in excitement as you take her body in.

You don’t have time to complain when Johnny pulls out of you, he swiftly turns you around, strong arms moving you as if you’re nothing for him, and given all the weights he lifts at the gym, it is nothing. Your body moves on its own, ass perking up while your face lowers down, close to the soft, perfumed sheets but not enough that you can’t use your lips.

And there she is, resting against the headboard with her legs spread right in front of your face. Her pussy’s dripping, clit throbbing in anticipation, and you envy how good she has been to hold it back for so long.

And even if your eyes are curious and sparkle with lust, she can sense your hesitation. “Come on, don’t be shy,” she encourages you, one hand gently cupping the back of your head, massaging your scalp, “don’t tell me it’s your first time.”

Well… not exactly, but you weren’t a pro at this either.

“Oh, you’re always on the receiving end?” She snickers, looking down at you. Eyes piercing you, pinning you down in your place. She has this thing, it’s like magic, one look and you’re right where she wants you, how she wants you.

“Mostly…” you admit shyly, looking down again.

“Well, time to change that,” she says before pushing you against her pussy.

Your lips move shily at first, it’s almost as if you’re testing the ground. Kitten licks are all you give her, licking up her sweet cum while your nose rubs against her clit. You breathe deep, getting lost in her aroma.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” she praises, hand still caressing you but not pressing you down. If it was somebody else —even Johnny— she wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but with you, she wants to take it slow and guide you through it.

You moan against her when Johnny pushes in again, this time he doesn’t wait before his hips start slamming against you, but he’s not going too fast. And the pleasure he’s fucking into you urges you to do better. You try to do what Johnny did to you before and every other person you’ve been with, and be better than the other times you’ve eaten pussy before.

“Yes, pretty girl, focus on the clit,” she instructs you, moving her hand down to caress your neck, and when you comply, a deep guttural moan rips from her throat. She hums in delight and your heart flips with pride. “Use your tongue.”

You hesitately stick your pink muscle out and poke it at her entrance but she stops you with a click of her tongue, “No, doll, up and down, come on, you can do it.” When your tongue starts doing that, licking her from the bottom of her entrance to the top, flicking your tip right under the hood of her clit, her legs shake and she pushes down a hiss. “So, so good, babydoll.”

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Johnny moans behind you, his hands holding tightly to your waist as he fucks you on his dick. He never imagined he’d be so turned on by this, but fuck, this is the dream. Seeing his wife’s face while you pleasure her, hearing her moan because of somebody else mouth, especially yours, makes him feel something he never felt before.

“You’re so good, doll. Such a fast learner, aren’t you? So eager to please us. So eager to be a good girl for us,” she moans, her fingers inevitably clenching around the roots of your hair when you suck hard on her clit. You seem to have found your scheme, keeping her pussy spread while your tongue runs on her labia and then your lips wrap around her clit, swift flicks of your tongue and shy hands testing what’s better.

You nod against her without pulling away, you could, but you don’t want to. You want to get drunk in her juices, you want to feel her thighs clench around your head —even if she’s trying hard not to do so— you want to hear her deep, intoxicating moans, you want her to pull your hair harder.

“Yes, you are,” she coos, meeting your half-lidded eyes, pushing down a guttural moan when a lonely tear rolls down your cheek, “you’re such a greedy little thing. One person it’s not enough for you, you need more. Is this enough or do you need even more, ugh? Bet you’d love it if we both fucked you at the same time.” Her condescending tone sends your brain into a spiral, you feel empty and yet overflowing, but you can’t reply. Johnny’s fucking you mercilessly now, big dick hitting you deep, striking all the right spots, and even if you’re giving something to her, you have zero control. You’re at their mercy, small and powerless, flushed between their bodies as you somehow do something like a robot.

“Loving eating her pussy while I fuck you hard?” This time is Johnny the one teasing you, his voice deeper but he gives no sign of slowing down, even if the pleasure is getting to him, you know it from his grunts and the way his hips falter every now and then. “Bet it feels so good to be muddy in our hands and have no worries in the world, right? You’re perfect here, nobody to impress,” he moans, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear while his body presses you closer against the bed, “no father to make happy. Just us. Honestly,” he groans, pulling back, squeezing your hips before driving all the way in with a decisive thrust, sending you forward, “he’d have a heart attack if he saw you like this.”

You whine, your laments muffled by Aaliyah’s body, and you feel like you could explode. Is this why you like being with them so much? Because the fact that they like you so much proves your father wrong? The very people that he worships are busy worshipping his daughter while he trashes her around. But you don’t want to think of him, one, it could ruin your orgasm, two, you have them, and that’s all that matters. And to be honest, you love being with them so much because they value you and appreciate you for who you truly are.

You pull away, letting your fingers take the place of your mouth, rubbing on her clit while you talk, “want you, want more, please.”

��More? What’s more than this?” Johnny asks, snickering.

“Sit on my face?” You ask shily while you look up at her, cum and spit dripping down your chin, eyes glossy with tears.

She loses herself in the sight of you. You’re perfect even if you look like a mess, even if your eyes roll back and your lips part open when Johnny hits your sweet spot another time. “Oh… let’s not pull your luck too much tonight, hum?”

“But I —”

“But you, nothing,” she shushes you up, two fingers on your mouth. “You’re being so good, giving me pleasure while you take him so well. Just keep going.” She’d love to sit on your face, only being able to watch your eyes slowly blank as her hips roll against you, while your pretty hands wrap around her thighs as it slowly gets harder to breathe, but you’re not ready for that, yet.

You give up, starting where you stopped. But soon enough you’re whining again, “No, please, please, Sir,” you cry out, looking back to meet Johnny’s gaze for a split second.

He seems a bit startled by the way you address him, but he quickly shakes the surprise off to tease you with a condescending tone. “What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted more?” The pout that accompanies his words makes your stomach twist in a knot. You did want more, but the more was being smashed underneath them, not having his skilled fingers rub quick circles on your over-sensitive clit.

“I — I don’t want to come again,” you cry out.

“Oh, you won’t,” she speaks instead. “Don’t get too greedy and take it,” she orders, cupping your chin before pushing you between her legs again. Her patience could only last this long before she would snap.

“Right, because you can take it, right?” Johnny asks, tilting his head to get a peak of your flustered face. You’re burning up, sweat pearling your skin, the shorter hair sticking to your forehead, eyes blinking out tears of pleasure, and body squirming while you try so hard to keep focus on the only thing you have to do.

You doubt you can, but you still nod, moans getting choked up in your throat and against her cunt as you try to use your tongue and mouth the best you can even if control is slipping out of you more and more.

Fighting the orgasm is probably worse than keeping focus. Your stomach is upside down, and you feel all your nerves tense up, every single touch makes you jolt up and you know your throat will be sore by the end of the night for all the moans you’re letting out.

And you slip, eyes closing and mouth getting lazy as your body limply gets slammed between them.

“Hey,” you’re startled when her palm meets your face in quick, light slaps to wake you up, “don’t you fucking dare,” it’s the only warning that slips from her mouth, so sternly it should make you obey on the spot, but it only makes it harder for you to hold back. “Put that mouth to good use, come on.”

You don’t have a choice —not that you would want to do anything else— when she forces your face down again, this time grinding her hips against you to help you out, or honestly, to fuck herself against you because you’re not doing so much anymore.

She scoffs, “You’re being so good for Johnny, bet your pussy is sucking him in so well, dripping down to his balls and clenching tight, you can’t do one thing for me?”

You gasp for air when she yanks you back by the end of your hair, letting you breathe again, watching the tears fall freely from your pretty eyes. Your lashes are clumped together, and some mascara stained your cheeks; so, so pretty, she could stare at you forever.

“I can. I — I promise, I’ll be your good girl, I’ll give you what you want, fuck,” you mumble, words tangling on your tongue.

You’re so fucked out that spit is dripping down your chin, mixing with her cum, and she can’t fight the urge to smear it on your face.

Aaliyah could come by that sight only. To think when she first saw you were shily standing in a corner, trying to have less attention possible on you, stuttering your words at the speech your father made you hold, and almost fell down the stage. And now, you’re a mess in their bed, far away from home after you followed them blindly.

“Good, then use your fingers, come on,” she orders, biting her lips as you struggle to push your body up to finger her. This is exciting, with Johnny it had always been a fight for dominance, but with you, everything works perfectly, you fit between them with ease.

Johnny’s hands help you stand up, but he can’t deny how hot he finds the way you can’t control your body. He wishes he could see your face, you must be so pretty all messed up, but he’ll use his imagination.

“Come on, honey, fuck her, she took such good care of you,” Johnny encourages you, and that’s all you need to push two fingers inside of her. Her warm walls welcome you with ease, cum coating them until it drips down on your wrist.

Aaliyah’s face twists in an expression of pleasure as soon as you start curling your fingers. You’re definitely better with them than you are with your mouth, but it’s fine, there will be time to practice if you ever want to stick around.

“Good girl,” she praises, caressing your cheek gently before pulling you in a kiss. Doing so, Johnny slips out of you, and you whine at the loss, but soon enough he’s fucking into you again.

“Won’t — won’t last long,” you whimper, crying more as you feel heavier.

Johnny hums, pushing you down again and you lazily go back to lapping on her pussy while your fingers keep moving.

“Come here,” you hear him say, but he’s not talking to you. You can’t see, but you know they’re kissing because you feel smaller and more trapped as their bodies get closer, and then the wet sounds of their lips hit your ears. Their moans mix in their mouth, and you can feel the desperation they’re sharing as their teeth clash together.

You want to kiss them too, but you have other things to worry about, like the orgasm you can’t hold in anymore.

“Want to come, please,” you beg, tears adding to the mess between her legs as you try to gasp for more air.

They pull away from the kiss, bringing their attention to you another time.

“You want to come?” You nod swiftly. She’s sure you’re not doing it on purpose but the way your big eyes are looking up at her and your lips tremble, make her heart warm up. You’re so precious. “Then don’t stop fucking me,” she orders, voice low that causes your stomach to twist again. “Don’t stop being a perfect, little, mindless fuckdoll for us.”

Johnny growls, rolling his head back, “Fuck, stop talking to her like that, she’s squeezing me.”

Aaliyah chuckles darkly, sweetly mockingly caressing your wet cheeks. “You want me to stop talking to her because you can’t handle a sweet pussy sucking you in?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his head back, scoffing at her comment.

“It’s not my fault she likes it when I talk down to her,” she coos, looking at him but her words hit you deep. It’s so humiliating the way they’re talking about you as if you’re not here, and yet, it only makes you wetter. “I could do so much more, but I doubt she can take it.”

I can. You scream, but it stays inside your brain, no words can come out of your mouth anymore.

They both giggle at your broken moan that comes out as a reply.

“No thoughts left in that little mind of yours, uhm?” Johnny teases, his fingers playing with your nipples making you cry out more.

Your head is abandoned on her thigh, drool dripping out of the corner of your lips while your fingers pump in and out in tired, messy movements. You’re so far gone that she has to help you fuck her by guiding your wrist.

“Except how good it feels to be surrounded by us. You love it when we trap you between us and make you feel small, don’t you? Bet you’d love it even more if I fucked your mouth with a toy while he fucked your pussy, or maybe the other way around.”

You yelp when someone smacks your ass, you don’t care to figure out if it’s him or her. It doesn’t matter, it only adds to the pleasure and dizziness.

“Or maybe we could each take a hole and stuff you til you break,” Johnny giggles lowly. “Your tight ass and pussy spread by us.”

“Please,” you cry out. Please make me come and please do it. Please fuck me at the same time, from both ends and until I’m nothing between you. But it stays inside, they get it anyway, like they get all of you.

“C’mere,” Johnny chuckles as he manoeuvres you, lifting your body and pushing you closer to his wife. You’re kneeling now, body slumped against hers while he presses you flat, your fingers still moving inside of her while you moan in the crook of her neck. It feels warm, almost romantic, and you feel so small. 

The hand that is not helping you fuck her, wraps around your waist and starts rubbing circles on your burning hot skin, meeting Johnny’s that doing the same.

“Look at you, doll, you’ve been so good. What do you say, John, should she come?” Aaliyah’s voice is particularly sweet, reaching your ear like a faint melody and you feel farther and farther from your body.

“I think she deserves it,” Johnny replies, kissing your neck to distract you from his hand slipping down to your clit.

Your teeth sink into her skin, making her hiss, not in pain but most in surprise, and your face wets even more while a loud sob rips from your throat.

“Come on, princess,” she whispers close to you, leaving pecks on top of your head, “be a good girl and come with us.”

You don’t let them tell you twice when their pace fastens and all the stimuli get to your head one last time. This orgasm is like an explosion that leaves you trembling between their bodies, whimpering and moaning as the violent waves shock you to the core.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” Johnny murmurs under his breath, hips slamming messily against your ass as he chases his orgasm. He’s caught up in your face before his eyes fall on his wife’s pussy, you stopped fucking her and she’s trying to rub her fingers on her clit, if you weren’t so far gone, brain mush in your skull, she would’ve said something, but she knows is no use now.

You’re collapsed on her body when your eyes trail between her legs, watching in awe as Johnny’s fingers fuck her fast and his thumb rubs her clit as he keeps pouding into you. Their moans are louder as they approach their release and her head falls against the board of the bed while her hands clench around your waist to hold onto something.

And you come again. An unexpected fourth orgasm washes over you, ass arching up and nails sinking into her thigh as you feel as life is being sucked away from you, and that’s what pushes them over the edge, your soft, broken whimpers mixing with theirs and your low mumbles of their names, it’s not Mr. and Mrs. Suh, is Johnny and Aaliyah now, only for you.

More curses fill the air before everything comes to a stop, Johnny’s body falling on yours for a second before he forces himself to pull out and roll to the side.

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright. Come here,” she whispers, soothing you as she pulls your body closer, hugging you and caressing your back and hair. You’re still shaking and crying, and your hands wrap quickly around her. “You’re fine, we’re here. It’s over.”

Soon after you feel Johnny’s hands too, and then his soothing words. “You’ve been so good, princess. Was it fun?”

His question is left unanswered, and they understand it will take you a while to start talking again. So they keep whispering sweet words to your ears while their hands calm you down with gentle touches. You don’t remember how long it takes before you fall into a deep slumber, but you know you feel a sense of peace you never felt before.

When you wake up, the clock hits midnight, you’re alone in the bed but you’re cleaned up and you’re dressed in a white shirt that reaches your thighs.

Somehow your legs carry your body out of the room and down the stairs where you take a sigh of relief seeing them laughing as they sit at the table. They’re dressed again, Johnny’s hair is brushed in its place, and her braids are pulled up in a bun again, they look as composed as usual but more familiar.

“Hey, you’re up?” Johnny is the first one who sees you and welcomes you with a sweet smile.  

“We were starving. We wanted you to eat but you fell asleep, and for how intense it was we figured you were going to sleep until morning,” Aaliyah explains, moving a stool so you could sit between them, tapping on the seat to signal you to reach them.

You push your feet forward, legs wobbly and heart still racing, but this time is not the orgasm. You’re still lost in the haze, but now you’re fully aware of what happened, and you don’t know how to act in the aftermath.

“Are you alright? You stopped talking, it worried us a bit,” she says, lifting her hand to caress your nape after she tucked your hair behind your ear.

You nod, shoulders dropping as the tension disappears at her touch. “I’m fine. I guess it was a lot, it never happened before.”

Johnny comes back to you with a glass of water and some bowls with different food, leaving you a choice between fruits, something sweet, and something salty.

“Thanks,” you reply, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one go. “Honestly, I’m not really hungry,” you say, eyes diverting their gazes, there’s still a bit of worry behind them and you’re not used to people caring so much for you, especially after sex. You don’t think you ever saw a one-night-stand the morning after, but not even your exes cared much about how you felt after sex.

“No? Do you need something else?” Johnny asks, a caring tone filling his words, and the look in his eyes is different than all the other times before.

You look around, shaking your head, your throat is dry again and from the corner of your eyes, you see her filling the glass again. You smile shyly before drinking it. “I… I don’t want to sleep alone,” you confess, biting your lips and playing with the hem of the glass in your hands.

They smile, hands cupping yours before holding tight. “We had no intention of leaving you alone,” they say at the same time, making you smile.

“A bit paranoid, aren’t you?” Johnny jokes while Aaliyah leaves to put the food back in its place. You might be awake but it’s clear as daylight that you’re still tired and want to sleep.

“Mhh,” you mumble. Your eyes lift to look at Johnny and you smile. He looks beautiful, the faint silver light of the moonlight paiting his cheekbones and hair.

“And still not very talkative,” she adds when she comes back, a soft look in her eyes. “Come on, there’s no need to talk, let’s get you to bed.” She stretches a hand out and you quickly grab it, jumping off the chair but regretting it when your legs make it known they’re not back just yet.

You gasp when two arms wrap around you and lift you up, and soon you’re met with Johnny’s eyes. You smile at him before locking eyes with her who’s following behind and quickly is at your side.

“Thanks,” you whisper because he’s carrying you but mostly, for the night you spent. You decide you will worry tomorrow, for now, you feel full, they made you feel wanted, and dare to say, even loved. It’s all that matters.

“You have to be grateful, he stopped carrying me upstairs a long time ago,” she jokes and Johnny scoffs, “Liar.”

And soon the three of you are in the bed again, the dirty duvet is not on the mattress anymore and a thinner blanket covers you. You’re in the middle, pressed between their bodies while they leave kisses on your face, and whisper sweet words to you, their hands intertwined on your stomach while their thumbs rub small circles on your skin.

And as sleep takes over you again, you think that there’s no other place you’d rather be, if not between them.

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⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, Dilf! Aged Up! Johnny, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Size Kink, Degradation/Praise Kink, Bimbofication Kink, Dumbification Kink, Mentions of Donghyuck

“Oh don't be so silly,” Mr. Suh would constantly laugh at you. Honestly, he once wondered to himself if you really did drugs.

It’s just, your eyes always looked so hazy.

When you were around him, you always looked perfectly awake, but something was off—as if you were constantly lightheaded.

Around him? You certainly felt lightheaded.

You weren't quite sure why, but there was always a feeling of being ditzy around him, like your mind was suddenly fogged up. You came to the conclusion that this might simply be the feeling of enamored by someone.

Even now as you lie down on his bed, your back against Mr. Suh's chest, and your mind wasn't filled with much thought.

He sat on the headboard, his legs spread wide for you to lay between them. His fingers working in your wet hole, his left hand sliding in another finger as his other stuffed his fingers in your mouth. There was no way he'd risk his son hear you, let alone have any reason to catch you choking and gagging all over his dad's fingers. Donghyuck was only a wall away from this scene.

Being so absorbed in the pleasure Mr. Suh's fingers gave you, expertly moving in and out of you so well, you didn't pay any mind to the way you were drooling. Saliva running down your chin when he swiped if off with his thumb, shooting endearing looks at you like you were his prized possession.

And in some ways—you are.

“My pretty little dumb girl, makin' such a mess all over my fingers, hm?” he cooed. Though, your mind was blanking. It was hard staying alert with Mr. Suh. You were wiped clear of any thoughts when you were hit with a wiff of his cologne.

You're pretty sure he was still talking—you just didn't pay any mind to it.

“You listening, doll?” he questioned, an amused smirk on his face. You whined out of protest the moment his fingers came to a halt.

Heat rose to your face when you bashfully shook your head no, emitting a scoff from Mr. Suh.

“Don't worry, honey, all I only said I was gonna fuck you senseless, no big deal, right?” he spoke gently, as if he was going to break a law if he spoke at a normal tone. His fingers had pulled out of your mouth, waiting for you to answer.

“Huh?” was the only thing you could muster when you looked up at him. He had a slight smile on his face. It's like he just knew. His eyes run all over the sight in his lap, from your dripping hole to your fucked out face. His dick twitches at the sheer thought power he holds over you.

“M'gonna make that little hole of yours gush till it's all throbbing n' ready to cum,” he tells you like it's nothing “Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you nod slowly, feeling yourself slip away at the sound of his voice. “C'mon then, baby,” he began, pulling his fingers from your cunt making you whine. “Sit on Daddy's cock.”

You slid down Mr. Suh's boxers, watching in awe as his cock sprang up a red color, oozing precum from the tip.

Mr. Suh, who was admittedly a little tired of your gawking, harshly pulled your hips towards his dig, notching the tip with your core. His hands were firmly on your hips, working you down his cock, groaning out and savoring the feeling of stretching you out.

You sighed out of relief when he let out a string of curses, bottoming out inside you. “Fucking shit, baby,” he groaned, “you're such a fuckin' slut but you're still so tight.”

You whined at his comments, relaxing in his arms. Mr. Suh seemed to pick up on this, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Dumb little slut.” he murmured to no one in particular.

He held your lax body in his arms, waiting for your walls to adjust to his size.

Unbeknownst to him, you didn't particularly care that it hurt. In fact, you only had one thought. “Y-You're not gonna fuck me, Daddy?”

Johnny almost wanted to laugh at you. But, he gives you a questioning look.

Your eyes might be hazy, but it won't hide the pain and pleasure lingering in them.

You nodded, “Wan' it to hurt.”

He shrugs to himself. Pushing you off his lap and onto your back; he hovers above you, his hands securely on your sides before shoving his dick straight back in—neither of you caring if Donghyuck could hear you or not.

He lifts your legs, letting him reach farther inside. You're rendered helpless, smiling like an idiot as you beg Daddy to “Fuck me haaarder, please.”

“Look at you,” He scoffs “My sex obsessed little slut takin' my dick like a fuckin' pro, isn't she?”

Mr. Suh laughs and groans simultaneously when you do nothing but bite your lips and whimper at him.

“Fucked out little bitch.” he manages to say in the most loving way possible.

It's crazy how he does that, honestly.

There's not a thought in your head unrelated to Mr. Suh while he spits out hazy words at you and you were completely unaware as you're drooling and crying over him; your nails digging into his veiny forearm making him throw his head back at the pain. “Daddy,” you'd mewl, clawing at the man.

Mr. Suh wiped your tear stained cheeks (your hand still tight around his wrist), “Look at you, crying over a guy who's twice your age.” he coos “You're mine, honey, can you understand that?” he chuckles when you give him an “Uh-huh”.

“You don't care much for those lousy little college boys, hm? My baby doesn't care about those little frat-shits, right?”

“Uh-huh,” you pant, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer until—“Awe, fuck, Daddy! F-Fuck, h-harder!” you scream, “C-Cumming, D-Daddy!” you cry, your mind going blank as a waves of please wash over you; your body wriggling underneath Mr. Suh. You swear your orgasm could've lasted minutes.

“Thaaat's my girl, cumming all over me.” he swears under his breath, bucking his hips up into you relentlessly when he cums, mumbling on and on about how well you take his load.

At this point, he didn't care about the mess oozing onto his sheets. All he really cared about was the feeling of you wrapped around him and your cum dripping down his balls.

Sometimes he wonders if he's a little much.

He doesn't think you mind though, you seem to just melt when he's with you.

Neither of you say anything while you catch your breath, you both coming to a realization—there was no way Donghyuck didn't know what you and his father did.

“Hyuck…Hyuck won't mind, would he?”

“Of course he won't.” Mr. Suh reassures you, kissing your forehead.

“Don't be so silly, honey,” he chuckles.

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pairing. johnny x fem!reader

genre. fluff, mild angst, smut, soulmate!au, college!au (they’re grad students, though)

word count. 30k

contents. explicit smut (soft dom!Johnny, not exactly submissive but not super dominant either!reader, public sex, slight exhibitionism, nipple play (receiving), fingering (receiving), oral (receiving), unprotected sex (she’s on the pill), praise)

notes. this is one of my commissions, requested by someone who would prefer to stay anonymous, and i just want to say thank you for your charity donation and your incredible patience with me! i would also like to dedicate this to my love, my bestie roxie, whose birthday it is today! (read: the day i initially tried to post this) positive feedback is always appreciated, as are donations! enjoy your read!

i. “i think that possibly, maybe i’m falling for you.” - landon pigg, falling in love at a coffee shop.

“Can I get a matcha latte with soy and honey?” You hear a familiar voice ask at the register, and you turn to see the middle-aged woman that comes in every Tuesday and orders the same thing.

“Matcha with soy and honey?” Soyeon mumbles, confused, and the regular’s face twists briefly into discomfort before she points over your co-worker’s shoulder directly at you.

“Can she make it?” The woman asks hopefully. “She knows how I like my matcha.” 

“Sure!” Soyeon says immediately, all too eager to switch places with you for the time being. You two swap spots and you shoot the woman a welcoming smile as you start her drink.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” She says, relieved.

“Of course I’m here,” You reply with a smile as if it were obvious. “Who else would make my honey matcha mix?” She smiles good-naturedly and moves aside so Soyeon can continue taking orders. Before long, her drink is finished and you hand it to her with a smile and a napkin wrapped around it. 

“You’re the best!” She takes a sip of her drink and her eyes slide shut in bliss, a content smile curling her lips. “For you.” She offers, handing you a five dollar bill. 

“Thank you,” You reply gratefully, pocketing the tip. “See you next time!” She waves as she makes her way out of the café​. 

“What is so special about her matcha?” Soyeon asks curiously, looking at you from over her shoulder.

“It’s really just a regular matcha but with honey drizzled in,” You explain, and she nods in understanding.

“You always know the best ways to make drinks taste even better.” Soyeon turns to you, showing you the now-finished cake pop you were working on. “Is this good?”

“Perfect.”

“Dope.” She places it in the display window and leans up against the counter with a loud sigh. “What a day, huh?”

“...You’ve been working for an hour, and only have half a cake pop to show for it.” You snicker, and she frowns at you.

“I have taken twelve orders!” She says defensively, and you snort.

“And made zero of those drinks.” You point out with a wry smile, and she narrows her eyes at you.

“It’s my first week,” Soyeon whines, and you pat her shoulder comfortingly.

“I know.” You assure her. “I’m teasing.” 

“Good.” She fakes a dramatic sniffle before pushing herself off of the counter. “Back to work!” She chirps, clapping twice and rushing off to the back room, mumbling something about checking inventory.

“There’s no damn inventory to check,” You mutter, rolling your eyes, “because I just did that this morning.”

“Do that often?” A voice calls out from behind you, and you whirl around to see a tall, very handsome guy standing by the register with a small smile on his face. At your look of confusion, he gestures to the air around his head. “Talk out loud to yourself?”

“Only when the voices in my head get too loud,” You joke before freezing. What a ridiculous thing to say.

To your surprise (and relief), the guy laughs, his eyes crinkling cutely with amusement. “We’ve all been there.”

“Yeah.” You’re damn near breathless with relief and also with astonishment at just how handsome he is. Something about him, however, feels…familiar in a way you just can’t seem to place. “Can, um, can I get you anything?” 

Duh, you dolt, you scold yourself, that’s why he’s here.

“Yeah,” He chuckles, no doubt amused by your floundering. “Can I get a large iced Americano?”

“Sure,” You say immediately, thankful to have something to do so you don’t just stand there looking stupid. You set about making his drink and search your brain for something to say to pass the time. “Do you…come here often?” You stop short and stare blankly at the floor, willing the powers that be to have drowned your voice out so he didn’t hear you. When you peek over the espresso machine, he’s staring at you with an amused expression, his eyebrow raised in intrigue. “I ask because, uh…I work here–”

“Right.”

“–so I come here often–”

“Of course.” He’s only getting progressively more amused the more you talk and part of you just wants to shut up already, but you’re helpless as words spill from your lips. The only plus is that he seems to be getting a good-natured kick out of your fumbling, and his smile is very warm and inviting. You make eye contact briefly, and it feels like time stops, that oddly familiar feeling tugging at your subconscious thoughts again before the moment passes and you drop your gaze.

“—and I don’t ever see you, so…yeah.” You finish lamely, staring down at the complete Americano as if you could jump inside and, if you’re lucky, drown in it.

“My friend told me about this place, so I thought I’d give it a try.” Tall Cute Guy smiles as he hands over his card and you charge it, waiting for the machine’s sound of approval before you hand over his drink. He leans forward conspiratorially as you hand his card back, and you find yourself leaning in too, ears trained on his voice when he whispers, “I think I’ll be coming by more often.”

“Yeah?” You say, mentally slapping yourself at the embarrassing amount of hope in your response.

“Yeah,” He agrees, leaning back and finally taking his card from your hand, your fingers brushing against his briefly. You suck in a sudden breath at the way your stomach floods with butterflies, and when you look up from your hands, he’s watching you with a curious, wondrous expression. He felt what you felt; he had to have felt it, what with the way he’s staring at you, both of you frozen in the moment. 

“Cool,” You mumble as an afterthought, and that winning smile is back on his face like it never left. “Was it your ever-so-charming barista that swayed you in our favor?” You joke, and he smiles even wider than you thought possible.

“I think that could be a factor,” He teases playfully, and your lips curl up into a nervous smile. “The voices in my head are really hyping this place—and the charming barista—up right now.”

“Tell them I said thank you,” You chuckle, and he nods resolutely.

“Will do.” He raises one—large, you manage to notice—hand in a wave, saying, “I’ll see you around?” You send a wave back just before he turns around and exits the store and promptly collapse against the espresso machine in exhaustion.

“That was really something,” Soyeon drawls, amused, and you exclaim in surprise, whirling around to face her. 

“How much did you hear?”

“Damn near all of it,” She answers with a mischievous smile.

“What happened to checking the inventory?” You ask accusingly.

“Pretty quick of a task to do when your co-worker’s already done it that morning.” She beams at you and you narrow your eyes back at her.

“You suck.” You ball up the rag you use to wipe the tables and throw it at her, laughing when it hits her square in the chest.

“You love me!” 

“Unfortunately.”

“So what was his name, anyway?” Soyeon asks, and you turn to look at her in dismay. “Don’t tell me you didn’t get it.”

“…I won’t tell you.” You mumble, embarrassed, and she groans in anguish, clapping a hand to her forehead.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“You guys should have been there,” Soyeon whispers loudly, nudging you with her foot from across the table. “I’ve never seen her so flustered!”

“Man, I wish I’d seen it,” Soojin huffs, and you glare at her. “Sorry.”

“I don’t blame you, though,” Soyeon continues, blowing a bubble and popping it loudly enough to attract the negative attention of the table next to you. “He was fine.”

“Would you keep it down?” You whisper emphatically, and Soyeon rolls her eyes. “This is a library!”

“You’re gonna get us kicked out again,” Yuqi says worriedly, and Soyeon hesitates before slumping in her seat and raising her hands in surrender.

“Fine,” She mouths. Her bored gaze scans the room as you and Yuqi return to your coursework and Soojin starts rifling through the Cosmopolitan magazine she picked up on the way in.

“Hey, look,” Soojin pipes up excitedly, smoothing out the magazine on the table. “‘10 Tricks to Make Him Head Over Heels.’”

“Just what you need,” Soyeon teases you, and you stare blankly at her until she blows a raspberry and sits back. “You know I’m right.” Her gaze trails up and away from your table, looking for something to occupy herself with, before she gasps loudly, making the three of you jump.

“No way,” Soyeon breathes in surprise, and you look up at her, half-annoyed and half-curious, before setting your pen down in defeat.

“What is it?”

“More like who is it,” Soyeon replies with a devilish smile, and that tugging feeling from earlier returns, twisting and pulling and spilling hope everywhere as you hang onto her next words. “It’s your loverboy from the coffee shop.”

You swallow thickly before following her gaze to a spot behind you and, sure enough, there stands Tall Cute Guy, searching the bookshelves for something. You can’t manage to look away for some reason, the pulling, almost aching sensation only lessening when you watch him, so you sit there, fully pivoted in your seat, staring dead at him.

Unfortunately for you, he must be able to feel you staring two holes into the side of his head, because he turns to look around the room, his eyes landing on you after what feels like moments of waiting. His face lights up in recognition and he smiles widely, raising a hand in greeting, and something about the crinkle of his eyes unlocks a distant nostalgia in you, a longing for something you can’t quite place.

You lift your hand to return the gesture, giving him a small smile before turning back around to face your friends.

“He is fine,” Soojin whispers, and you roll your eyes.

“He’s staring at you,” Soyeon sing-songs quietly, and you whine in protest, wishing your notebook could tuck you in its pages protectively like a bookmark and close on you, shielding you from any prying eyes.

However, no such miracle happens, and you’re left to helplessly trail your gaze after Tall Cute Guy as he makes his way back to his table which is just out of sight enough that you have to crane your neck slightly to get a better view of him. 

For what feels like hours, the two of you play eye tag, with you watching him until he looks up at you and then promptly looking away, only to repeat the cycle in a matter of seconds. After your sixth round—yes, you were counting—Soyeon growls in frustration and kicks your foot none too gently under the table.

“Ouch, damn it!” You hiss, and she glares daggers at you. “What?”

“I can’t sit here and watch you two stare at each other on and off for another second.” She huffs, sitting up in her seat. “I’m going to get some food.” 

“I’m coming!” Soojin chirps, closing her magazine. 

“Me too,” Yuqi adds, and you stare at her in betrayal.

“Et tu, Brute?” You whisper for emphasis, and she laughs, squeezing your shoulder gently.

“It really is painful to watch you, y’know.” She says sympathetically, and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “D’you wanna come?”

“No, I’m about to outline this essay while the reading is still fresh in my mind.” You mumble in defeat, pulling your laptop out of your bag, and she nods in understanding.

“Bring me back some chicken!” You whisper loudly at their retreating backs, and Soyeon turns to face you, shooting you a thumbs up of understanding.

“Soy garlic?”

“Yep!” You nod to emphasize your point, and she salutes you before turning around and exiting the library with your two other friends. You peek over at Tall Cute Guy’s location to see him poring over a book, a thoughtful expression on his face. 

Just as you’re looking away, he looks up and, after scanning the room, makes eye contact with you for what feels like the millionth time this evening. He looks around at your friends’ now empty seats, and shoots you a puzzled look. You pantomime an eating action, and he nods, the corner of his lips quirking up into a smile as he returns his gaze to his book.

You’re finally getting somewhere with your essay outline, thank the universe, and you decide to peek at Tall Cute Guy as a reward of sorts, only for your face to fall when he’s not in his spot. His bag is gone, too, so you figure he’s left for the night.

You’re swallowing a dejected feeling that, frankly, shouldn’t even exist, when a hand holding a drink appears out of your peripheral vision, startling the everloving daylights out of you, and it’s all you can do to swallow your yelp of surprise, eyes darting up to the owner to find—

“Hey,” Tall Cute Guy says in a low voice, smiling down at you like you’re an old friend he hasn’t seen in a while. 

“Hey.” You reply, at a loss for words. 

“This is gonna sound crazy,” Tall Cute Guy chuckles, running a hand through his hair, “but have we met before?”

You try to hide the way your face falls—did he really forget you that quickly? Swallowing your disappointment, you smile up at him.

“We met at the cafe earlier.” 

“No—of course I remember that,” Tall Cute Guy chuckles, almost in disbelief, and you absolutely can’t hide the relieved sag of your shoulders. “I mean before today.”

“…Not that I know of,” You reply slowly. I would definitely have remembered a face like yours.

“I just…” He trails off, turning to lean against the table you’re sitting at. “I can’t shake the feeling that I know you from somewhere.”

“Can I be honest?” You ask softly, and he looks over at you expectantly. “Neither can I.”

“Great,” He exhales in relief, laughing quietly. “It’s not just me.” 

“Nope,” You reply, popping your lips on the ‘p.’ 

He stands there, shifting his weight from foot to foot for a moment. You drum your fingers lightly on your laptop.

“Well, do you wanna—”

“Do you mind if I—”

You both stop short, laughing nervously, and you gesture for him to speak.

“I was gonna ask if you would mind if I sit here.” He says slowly, pointing at the unoccupied chair beside you, and you shake your head immediately, pushing your stuff over to make room for him.

“It’s all yours.” You reply, and he settles down in the chair, his long legs stretching out under the table. “Something wrong with your old spot?” 

“Nah,” He answers, looking over at you with a grin. “Voices in my head told me to keep you company.”

“Well, damn,” You chuckle. “I owe them another thank you.”

“You can give it to me, and I’ll pass it along to them.” He responds, wiggling his brows playfully and when you laugh, you can’t shake the feeling that this has happened before. Before you can dwell on the thought for too long, Tall Cute Guy clears his throat pointedly and pushes the drink on the table closer to you. “I got you this, by the way. Seemed like you could use a pick-me-up.”

“Really? Oh, wow, thank you.” You mumble, stunned, taking the drink. Shock fills you when you realize that whatever he ordered looks suspiciously like your regular order, and you look up at him. “How do I know you didn’t do anything to this drink?”

“Do I look like that kind of guy?” He gasps in mock hurt, clutching his chest.

“You can never be too careful.” 

“Very true,” He agrees. “It’s boba—they sealed the top, not me.” He points out, and you nod. He has a point. 

You stab through the plastic covering with the straw he passes over to you and take a tentative sip, eyes blowing wide when—

“It’s my order.” You mumble, surprised.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully.

“It’s—it’s brown sugar boba milk tea—how did you know my exact order?” You stammer, and he shrugs with a small smile, the first hint of shyness you’ve seen from him all day.

“I just got a feeling that this was something you’d like.” He answers, and you sit back in your chair, taking another appreciative sip and chewing the boba, swallowing them before regarding him again.

“So, Mr. Boba Expert,” You begin, and he snorts in surprise. “Do you have a name, or should I keep making up titles for you?”

“It’s Johnny,” He supplies with a widening smile, and you give him your name, reaching a hand out to shake his—why the hell did you go in for a handshake? He looks down at your hand in mild amusement before reaching out and taking your hand in a firm handshake (during which you attempt to think about anything other than how his hand easily dwarfs your own). “What are you working on?” He asks, jerking his chin towards your laptop which has fallen asleep.

“Essay for one of my Literature classes.” You answer, mindlessly scribbling on the trackpad to wake it up. The screen lights up once more, and you save your work before turning your attention back to Johnny. 

Johnny. You turn his name over in your head like a rock you’d find at the beach, studying the ridges and spots, syllables and inflections. Rolling it off your tongue in your mind, you’re almost mesmerized by the simplicity of it all, the lack of complexity surrounding the perplexingly familiar male in front of you.

“Don’t mind me, then,” He reaches into his bag and pulls out a book, flipping it open to a bookmark which he places on the table, and starts to read. You can’t get a good look at the book cover without making it obvious, so you turn your attention back to your laptop, finishing up your thesis. After a while, curiosity starts to eat you alive, and you turn to face Johnny, propping your cheek up on your fist.

“Yes?” Johnny hums without looking up, and you let out an amused scoff.

“You’ve got, like, a sixth sense for that, I swear.” 

“Maybe. Maybe it’s the voices in my head.” He responds with a wry smile.

“Well, tell them to quiet down for a second; I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.” He replies simply, and you lean forward, peering at his book cover.

“What are you reading?”

“A collection of love poems by Pablo Neruda,” Johnny answers, and you make a small sound of comprehension. “Wanna hear one?”

“Sure,” You agree, and he beams at you, scooting his chair closer to yours and setting the book flat on its spine so you can see the pages. 

“This one is called ‘If You Forget Me,’” Johnny murmurs, and begins reading the poem aloud to you. His voice is a soothing hum that almost fades into the background and gradually, your eyes trail from the words on the page to his hands and up to his face—you swear you could count each of his eyelashes—where you falter, mesmerized by his handsome features. It takes you a moment to realize when Johnny stops reading, and yet another moment still to realize that he’s watching you watch him. 

When you do finally catch on, you can’t seem to move away, intrigue keeping you rooted in place as Johnny studies your features before settling on gazing directly and plainly at your lips. You don’t know how long you two sit there, far too close for strangers, but you do know that it startles both of you when your phone’s ringtone sounds out in the previously silent library. 

As you fumble for your phone, you avoid the disapproving stares from other students and answer the call, ducking down to dodge the glares being shot your way.

“Soyeon, is there a reason you called instead of texted?” You mutter.

“I didn’t feel like typing.” You can hear her defensive pout, and you sigh in defeat, massaging your temple that’s not pressed to your phone. “We’re pulling up in front of the library with your food and a desire to go home.” She explains, and you groan, hurrying to pack your stuff up.

“An earlier heads up would be appreciated.” You gripe, closing your laptop with a loud noise, whispering an apology to your fellow library patrons.

“Sorry,” Soyeon huffs petulantly.

“I’ll be right out.” You mumble quietly, and you two bid your quick goodbyes before you hang up and turn to Johnny, apologies written all over your face. “My ride's here.”

“No worries,” Johnny assures you, leaning back in his chair in a relaxed slouch. “Have a good night—get home safe, alright?”

“Okay,” You smile, shouldering your bag. “Thanks again for the boba.”

“No problem.” He mirrors your smile and you offer a small wave before turning on your heel and power-walking to the exit. You rush towards Soojin’s black Jeep and climb into the backseat next to Yuqi.

“Your face is so sour, it’s like we interrupted something.” Soyeon teases, her eyes widening slightly when you stare blankly at her. “Did you and Loverboy talk or something?”

“Yeah,” You grouch, taking your bag of food when she offers it and sitting back in your seat as you take a sip of the boba. “Or something.” 

ii. “this is the start of something beautiful.” - ed sheeran, this.

“Dear, remember I have to leave early today,” Ms. Adams reminds you, and you nod, smiling up at her from your seat as you check in library books. “You’ll be fine to train the new hire, right?”

“Yep!”

“Excellent—I always know I can count on you.” She says warmly, waving goodbye before disappearing around the corner. You keep checking in books for…well, you don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s apparently been long enough for almost half the library patrons to clear out since you started scanning. 

You get up to stretch your limbs and head to the back room, settling down in your favorite chair and pulling your laptop onto your lap. Your progress into working on your essay is interrupted by a tentative knock on the door. 

“Must be the new hire,” You mumble, getting up to answer the door. To your surprise, you’re met with—

“Johnny?” You say, confused.

“Hey! I didn’t know you worked at the library.” He smiles good-naturedly at you and you can’t help but match it.

“Yeah; Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.” You answer. “You’re the new hire?”

“Sure am,” He smiles wider, puffing out his chest slightly, and you can’t help but laugh at his proud expression.

“Well, come on in.” You invite, stepping to the side to let him into the back room. He follows after you readily and slips his bag off his shoulder, placing it in the chair you gesture to. “I’ll walk you through the training in a second, but I’m assuming you know the Dewey decimal system, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Johnny assures you. “Dewey and I go way back.”

You snort in amusement, and a sheepish grin overtakes his features.

“That wasn’t very cool, was it?”

“Oh, don’t worry, Johnny,” You reply with a teasing lilt, heading for the main library area. “I never thought you were cool.”

“Hey!”

“So those are the basics, really,” You finish off your explanation after what feels like ages of you just talking, and admittedly, your jaw is starting to ache.

“Seems painless enough.” Johnny nods slowly in understanding before clicking his tongue. “I got this.”

“Great!” You chirp.

“Are you still working on that essay?” Johnny asks curiously, and you sigh.

“Yep. It’s due this Friday.”

“I see, I see. Well, do you want me to reshelve these books,” Johnny pats the pile of books you checked in earlier, “while you work on it?”

“That would be amazing,” You admit, relief taking over your body as you shoot him a quick thumbs up and make your way back to your laptop. After an hour of just straight working, you jump in surprise when Johnny comes into the back room.

“Sorry,” He chuckles, hands raised in apology. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” You sigh, relaxing against the back of your chair. Johnny sits at the table, taking the seat to your left, and pulls out his laptop. The second he opens it, music starts playing—loudly—and you both jump in surprise. 

“Shit, sorry,” Johnny mumbles, trying to find out where the sound is coming from.

“No worries,” You say, trying to hold back a laugh, and Johnny finally turns off the music, smiling sheepishly at you. “That’s a good song,” You comment, wanting to ease his worries.

“You know that song?” He looks surprised, and you can’t help but snicker.

“Pretty much everyone knows Coldplay.”

“Okay, true,” Johnny agrees, and you smile, leaning back in your seat. “It plays at, like, all the parties, anyway.”

“It really does,” You laugh, and his eyes light up.

“You go to parties?” He asks curiously.

“I go from time to time, yeah,” You answer with a small shrug, and he chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

“Did you hear what happened at the party on Saturday?” He asks, grinning mischievously.

“What, when that guy got the brilliant idea to try and do a keg stand and almost broke his wrist?” You laugh, and Johnny snorts loudly in amusement.

“That ‘guy’ is my friend, Taeyong—and he actually fractured it.” He informs you and you stop laughing abruptly, embarrassed.

“Sorry.”

It’s Johnny’s turn to laugh now, and he waves you off dismissively. “Don’t worry about it; I thought it was funny as hell.”

Sighing in relief, you shift in your seat to angle yourself more towards Johnny who, you can’t help but notice, is already facing you, his whole body pushed away from his computer.

“I have a question,” Johnny breaks the momentary silence, and you look at him with your eyebrows raised expectantly. “How have we been off each other’s radar this whole time? I mean, we're even in the same field of study!”

“Maybe we met at a party and forgot?” You supply, but Johnny shakes his head immediately.

“I would remember if I met you.” He says earnestly, and you try to ignore the way your cheeks warm up from the unexpected compliment.

“Yeah?” You want to smack yourself for how…simpering you sound, but it’s already out and there’s no taking it back.

“Yeah. You know the voices in my head?” Johnny asks, his lips turning up in a wry smile, and you nod with a laugh. “Haven’t shut up about you since we met.”

You blink at him, stunned. “Did you just indirectly tell me you haven’t stopped thinking about me since we met?”

“It wasn’t that indirect,” Johnny corrects, grinning as he rests his elbow on the table and chin in his hand, smiling contently as he watches you. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Clearly,” You mumble, trying to conceal the nervous giggles bubbling up inside of you as he studies you without an ounce of shame. The unfamiliar tingle of vulnerability floods through every bit of you, anxious warmth spreading as you seem to channel every bit of nervousness you expected Johnny to feel. “Y’know…I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.” You mumble, and he raises an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Oh, yeah?” He moves closer just enough for you to notice but not enough to encroach on your space. “Cute.”

“Don’t let it get to your head.” You mutter, narrowing your eyes at him in a joking manner.

“It’s already up there.” He replies, grinning as he taps his temple with one finger.

“Oh, boy.” You can’t help but laugh, and his face brightens as he watches you.

“Very cute.” He hums, and you splutter in surprise, waving your hand at him dismissively.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Oh, you’re one of those?” You raise an eyebrow.

“One of those…?” He waits for you to finish.

“Brats.” You finish, and he bursts out laughing, his laughter only building when you look at him with narrowed eyes. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m far from a brat.”

You let out a skeptical hum. “I dunno…If it looks like a duck and talks like a duck—”

“You want me to prove it to you?” It’s his turn to raise his eyebrows, and his voice drops lower as he takes on a serious yet suggestive expression, and you yelp in alarm, waving him off in surrender.

“That’s fine—you’re fine, don’t prove it!” You exclaim, and he starts laughing all over again. This time, you can’t help but join him. “You’re a menace.”

“I know.” 

“What are the chances of us watching something I wanna watch?” Soojin whines, and Soyeon huffs.

“I wanna watch this, though.” She says, gesturing to some cheesy rom-com on the screen.

“We should just take a vote.” You suggest, but Yuqi shakes her head.

“There are four of us…what if we tie?” She points out, and you lean against the wall, exhaling loudly.

“Then I won’t vote. Yuqi, be the tiebreaker?” You offer, and they pause before shrugging. “Great. Be right back.” You head to your room and grab your favorite blanket, coming back just in time to catch Soyeon sulking while Soojin smiles brightly.

“I swear, you two bicker like you’re Tom & Jerry.” You snicker, setting up your spot on the couch.

“We wouldn’t bicker so much if Soyeon didn’t pick on me,” Soojin says pointedly, staring at Soyeon accusingly.

“I don’t pick on you—”

“Okay!” Yuqi cuts them off with a loud clap. “Can we start the movie? Our food is gonna come soon.”

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot.” Soyeon mumbles. “Hey, wait—speaking of: how are you and Loverboy?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively and you narrow your eyes.

“His name is Johnny. And we’re fine—wait, why did food remind you of Johnny?”

“Because he’s a snack,” Soyeon blinks at you like it’s obvious. “Duh.”

“…Can we evict her?” You ask. “I seriously think we should evict her.”

“Aw, come on, that was funny!” Soyeon complains.

“It wasn’t.” You, Soojin, and Yuqi pipe up in unison, looking at each other in surprise before laughing.

“Great, you’re bonding over my misery.” Soyeon gripes, and Yuqi throws a pillow in her direction.

“Are not, you big baby.” Yuqi laughs, and a knock on the door halts any further discussion. “I’ll get it!” She hops up, rushing to the apartment door and opening it. Out of sight, you hear distant voices and Yuqi’s chirpy, “Thank you! Have a nice night!” She rounds the corner with four bags of food, looking more than a little overwhelmed.

“Come put it here,” You urge, moving to help her, but she manages to set the bags down just in time before she drops them. Going through the bags, you each pick out your respective orders before collapsing back onto the couch.

“Can we start the movie now?” Soojin asks excitedly, and Soyeon gestures at the screen, where the title screen of ‘She’s The Man’ is displayed. 

“Go ahead.” She replies, grumbling slightly, and you all settle into your spots as the movie starts. As expected, however, less than twenty minutes into the movie, you’ve paused it and are now just lying on the couch talking to each other.

“You know what’s so strange about Johnny?” You say, and Yuqi looks up at you, chewing her food in slightly puffed-out cheeks. “We both have this very weird feeling that we’ve met before.” 

“Well, maybe you have,” Soyeon answers. “Like, at a party or something.”

“We definitely haven’t,” You reply, screwing up your face in thought. “Johnny says he’d definitely remember that.”

“Ooh, did he, now?” Soyeon teases, and you groan, kicking the air in her direction.

“Yes, he did,” You reply, fighting down the smile that threatens to reveal itself at the memory of Johnny that day at the library. “I still can’t believe he got a job at the library, like, shortly after we met…what a weird coincidence.”

“Maybe it’s not a coincidence.” Soojin says slowly. “Maybe it’s the universe trying to tell you something.”

“Pfft, yeah, right.” You snort dismissively, shooting her a skeptical look. “What message could that be? That we’re destined for each other or something?”

“Well, maybe you two came into each other’s lives for a reason!” She defends, and you pause at that, looking up thoughtfully.

“Okay, I’ll go with that for now.” You agree, and Soojin smiles, pleased with herself as she takes another bite of her food. “Okay, enough about me, uh…Soyeon!” Soyeon looks up from her food, mouth practically bulging with food and her expression like a deer in headlights. You two blink at each other. “Okay, never mind.” You say, and she looks back down at her food. “Oh, yeah—Yuqi, how’s that code you were trying to beat last night? Did you figure it out?”

“Yeah, I forgot a stupid semicolon in the middle of the function I was using to loop through my array.” She announces proudly, and you and Soojin look at each other and back to Yuqi.

“I’m gonna pretend I know what that means,” You say cheerily, and Soojin nods in agreement.

“I hate when that happens,” Soyeon groans, and Yuqi and she share a look that you and Soojin assume is one of understanding.

“Yeah, me too.” Soojin sympathizes, and Soyeon looks over at her with a blank expression.

“Didn’t you just say you don’t know what that means?” 

“Well, yeah, but I wanted to be a part of it, so I made a joke.” Soojin mutters, slightly grouchy, and you nudge her with your shoulder.

“It made me smile,” You comfort her, and she smiles at you.

“Can we finish this movie so we can go to bed? I’m sleepy.” Yuqi complains, gesturing at the paused screen, and you all mumble your agreement.

“Yeah, next person to pause the movie has to do dishes for the next three days.” Soyeon says, and you grimace. 

“Deal.”

iii. “and i dreamed last night that you loved me.” - omara portuondo, si llego a besarte.

You’re in the kitchen, finishing up the meal so you can eat it, and you’re so focused on what you’re doing that you don’t notice when Johnny comes up behind you, resulting in a violent flinch when you feel his presence out of nowhere.

“Hi, beautiful.” His voice is low, a murmur as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” He chuckles, pushing past your hair to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Did too.” You mumble petulantly, your heart still racing.

“Didn’t,” He assures you, his hands unwrapping from around you to hold your waist. “I just missed you.”

“Well, the damage is done,” You huff. “My heart’s pounding.”

“Oh, yeah?” Johnny’s voice has a playful lilt to it, and you don’t catch onto his intentions until it’s a moment too late and his hands are spinning you around to face him. 

“Wh—Johnny—”

“I’m making it up to you,” He replies innocently, and brings you closer to him, pressing your head against his chest before starting to sway you two from side to side rhythmically.

“There’s no music.” You point out, and he shrugs.

“Don’t need it.” 

“I would argue that you do.”

“Well, I would argue that you should stop arguing and embrace this little moment we’re sharing.”

“…Fine.” 

“Great.” You can feel his smile as he presses his lips to the top of your head in a fond kiss. “Heads up!” He chirps before leaning down, dropping you into a low dip and laughing as you yelp.

“Johnny!” You exclaim in a hushed voice.

“Why are you whispering?” Johnny snickers. “We’re all alone,” He hums the last part, teasing you, and goosebumps erupt on your skin. “Which means I can do this,” He chuckles, leaning in and gently bumping the tip of his nose against yours before standing you both up.

You laugh in delight as he spins you and only laugh harder as he presses loud, obnoxious kisses to your face. He pauses when his lips are hovering over yours, and you swallow the excitement and nerves building in your throat.

He leans in to kiss you, his lips just barely brushing against yours, and—

You sit straight up in bed, breathing hard. The entirety of your body is warm and buzzing with anxious energy as you look around your dark room as if Johnny could be lurking in the shadows, waiting to jump out. 

He is doing no such thing. 

What is most jarring to you, however, is the overwhelming feeling of déjà vu. You just met Johnny the other day, so why did your dream feel so goddamn familiar?

You begin to realize that something weird is going on…and you’re going to figure out what it is.

“You had a horny dream about a hot guy you met,” Soyeon says slowly, flipping her French toast in the pan. “That’s not abnormal.”

“First of all, it was barely horny. But, no, I’m so serious—it felt like it had already happened.” You explain, stressing the last couple of syllables. “I feel like you’re not getting me.”

“You’re right,” Soyeon agrees, turning to face you with her hand on her hip. “I’m not getting you.”

“Before it got a little…frisky,” You try to recount the memory as carefully as possible, “I just felt this overwhelming…calmness? Like I—I felt…”

“Calm?” Soyeon supplies unhelpfully.

You blink at her impassively. “Safe.” You answer finally, brows furrowing thoughtfully. “I felt safe.”

“That sounds soft as hell,” Soyeon mumbles, balking when you glare at her. “Soft in a good way! Like…domestic.”

“I’ve never felt like that before.” You mutter, looking down at your hands. “Vulnerable but, like, okay with it.”

“That sounds like love,” Soojin chimes in as she makes her way into your now-crowded kitchen. “Who’s in love?” She asks curiously, peering at both of you.

“No one!” You exclaim. She looks at you for an uncomfortably long time. “We were talking about a dream I had–”

“Where she was in love,” Soyeon snickers, dragging out the word. “And horny.”

“I was not–it was barely horny–”

“Aw, with Johnny?” Soojin coos as she and Soyeon bulldoze over your voice like you’d never even spoken, and you slump in your chair, crossing your arms and pulling out your phone to glower at its bright screen.

“Yep,” Soyeon answers smugly, reaching for another piece of bread. She looks from the bread in her hand to the mix she made for the French toast and back at the bread before sighing loudly.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Made too much mix,” She mutters.

“That’s what you get for teasing me.” You smile to yourself, and she glowers at you.

“Shut up. Do you want French toast?”

“Nope.”

“Fuck. Soojin?”

“Hm?” She looks up from her phone with a start.

“Want some French toast?” 

“Nah, I want something salty.” 

“No one’s gonna help me eat this?” Soyeon complains.

“Help you eat what?” Yuqi comes into the now very crowded kitchen, drying her hair with a towel.

“Made too much French toast,” Soyeon grumbles.

“I’ll eat some.” Yuqi offers, and Soyeon brightens up, turning back to the stove and continuing to cook. “What are you guys bickering about now?”

“She’s in love with Johnny,” Soyeon says far too casually, pointing back at you with her thumb. Yuqi turns to you, mouth agape, and you growl under your breath.

“I am not in love, damn it!”

“Then why are you having romantic dreams about him?” Soyeon shoots back.

“I don’t know!” You groan, rubbing your face in a failed attempt to calm yourself. “I don’t know.”

“Try not to read into it too much,” Yuqi says comfortingly. “Maybe it was just because you’re starting to like him?”

Resignation looms over you like a thundercloud, rumbling and hovering threateningly, and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“It feels like more than that, but…I got nothing, so I guess I’ll leave it alone.” You mutter. 

“That’s the spirit! Now, Yuqi, come get your French toast.” Soyeon beckons Yuqi closer, and Yuqi approaches eagerly, plate already extended.

“You should make French toast more often.” Yuqi hums pleasantly after taking a bite of one of the pieces.

“I can’t,” Soyeon shudders. “The mix-to-bread ratio is going to make my hair fall out.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You laugh.

She shrugs. “Just like you.”

“Wha—rude!”

The library is at medium-full capacity, people spread out in the main area, and the comforting smell of books surrounds you, bringing a smile to your face as you head to the front desk to check in for work.

You’re signing the timesheet when you hear shuffling behind you and you look over your shoulder to see Johnny standing behind you with his phone out and a small frown on his face as he studies it.

“Hey,” You say after a moment’s hesitation. Seeing him in person is making the dream from the other night push to the forefront of your mind again, and butterflies flutter frantically in your stomach as you make eye contact.

“Hey,” Johnny replies, meeting your gaze for a moment before his brows furrow slightly and he looks back down at his phone.

“I’m done signing in,” You inform him in a small voice, handing him the pen. “It’s all yours.”

Johnny clears his throat. “Thanks.” He moves forward and takes the pen from your hand only to drop it in surprise when your fingers touch slightly. “Sorry,” Johnny’s apology comes out in a breathless, nervous chuckle as he bends down to pick the pen up.

You decide to write his odd behavior off, deciding that maybe you’re just projecting your nerves onto him, and head to the back room lounge, taking a seat in your favorite chair at the table. 

Johnny walks in a moment later, pointedly avoiding eye contact, and your brows furrow in confusion as he pulls up a chair to the same table and sits down, all without turning his head in your direction.

“How was your weekend?” You ask softly, and he finally spares you a glance, albeit a bewildered one.

“It, uh…it was good.” He answers finally. “How was yours?”

“Good,” You reply, nibbling your bottom lip nervously. The silence that follows your statement is thick and overbearing, and that cloud that loomed over you this past weekend slowly starts to manifest above your head once more. 

“Johnny.” You say, not in the mood to beat around the bush. 

“Hm?”

“I know why I’m being weird…why are you being weird?” You ask plainly, and you watch as he reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, eyes shyly moving to look at you before looking back down at the table.

“…I had a dream the other night,” Johnny breaks the tense silence, and your brows raise in intrigue. “You were in it.”

You swallow thickly in an attempt to soothe your now dry throat. “What, um…what were we doing?”

“We were in the kitchen,” Johnny answers slowly, and you could swear your heart stops beating for a second. “You, um…you were cooking dinner, and I came in the kitchen and—”

“I think I had the same dream,” You cut him off quickly, cheeks blazing as you recall the romantic turn that it took.

Johnny’s eyes widening, he sits forward in his seat. “No way.”

“Way.” You confirm, and he laughs in surprise, running a hand through his hair. 

“But it didn’t…feel like a dream.” Johnny explains. You remember the incredibly safe feeling you had that night, as well as the feeling that— “it felt more like a memory.”

“Yes!” You sit up straight in shock. “Exactly; it felt like I’d been there before.” 

“Well, I’m glad I’m not alone,” He laughs, relief plainly on his face. “What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know.” You sigh. “I really don’t know. It might not mean anything,” You say, regretting the words the moment you see Johnny deflate slightly. “Got any ideas?” You immediately try to remedy the situation, and a bit of the light returns to Johnny’s eyes.

“Do you know about soulmates?” Johnny asks, and you freeze, blinking down at your hands.

“Kinda,” You reply slowly. “I know that the theory is that some people have a soulmate, and some people don’t…and that there are a bunch of different ways to be linked to someone.”

“Yeah.” Johnny opens his phone again, scrolling through it for a moment before his voice breaks the silence again. “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Kind of,” You mutter.

“What do you mean by ‘kind of?’” You can feel Johnny’s curious gaze practically boring holes into the side of your head.

“I think they might exist,” You answer simply, idly fiddling with the zipper on your pencil case. “I don’t think I have one, though.”

“What makes you say that?” Johnny sounds almost defensive, and you can’t deny that it takes you by surprise. Shifting your gaze to meet his, you’re met with his furrowed brows and his heart-shaped lips curved into a slight frown.

You decide then and there that you don’t like seeing him frown.

“I just…I don’t know,” You laugh, but it’s hollow. “I feel like there’s a one in a million chance that someone has a soulmate, and I just don’t think I’m that one. I don’t think I’m that lucky.”

“I see.” Johnny nods thoughtfully. “I was doing some research earlier,” He says, showing you his phone for a moment. You shift closer to read over his shoulder, and you see the word “soulmate” in the header, immediately piquing your interest. “Do you want me to send it to you or should I read some of it out loud?”

“Uh, both.” You stammer. You think back to the day you two met and how he read a Pablo Neruda poem to you; his voice was low and soothing and was a breath of fresh air with the security and comfort it gave you.

“Okay.” He looks at you with a small smile, and the butterflies in your stomach seem to return with a vengeance, fluttering around in a frenzy. You avert your gaze after a moment of solid eye-contact, and heat flares up all throughout your body when you can still feel him looking at you. 

“Read,” You huff with a laugh, nudging his arm with your shoulder. “The words are on your phone, not my face.”

“Maybe your face is nicer to look at.”

“Johnny—”

“Alright, I’ll stop,” He laughs, turning his attention to his phone. “But only because you sound cute when you whine.”

“I wasn’t whining.”

“Sure, you weren’t.” His voice drips skepticism, and you narrow your eyes at him. “I’m reading!” He defends himself before you even get the chance to scold him, and a laugh slips from you before you can stop it. 

As Johnny starts to read the article, you zone out almost immediately, instead focused on the way his voice wraps around you like a tight, warm hug. Every dip and raise in his inflection feels like you’re being gently swayed from side to side, and you don’t think you ever want it to end. You think back to the dream you had; how domestic it had all felt, how safe you felt—it was like no harm could come to you.

You think, for a moment, that there may be an echo of that comfort that resides solely in Johnny’s voice, and how this man sitting next to you has managed to make you feel safer in a matter of days than anyone you know ever has.

Your name being called snaps you out of your reverie, and you jolt slightly, turning to look at him.

“Did that make sense?” He asks, and your mouth goes dry. He raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You didn’t hear a word I said.”

“I didn’t hear a word you said,” You admit sheepishly, and his eyes crinkle, a mischievous glint to them as he smiles teasingly at you.

“What were you thinking about?” He asks with a lilt that suggests he already knows, and you balk, looking in a far corner of the room you two sit in as if it holds a suitable distraction.

“Get your head out of the gutter,” You huff, and he wiggles his brows at you with a cheeky grin. “It was just about your voice.”

“My voice?” He sounds surprised, and when you manage to look at him again, his expression is thoughtful. His eyes slide over to meet yours and his eyes get that cheeky little twinkle again, his lips curling into a smug, toothy grin as he leans closer to you, bending down to maintain eye contact when you duck your head. “So you like my voice, huh?”

“I’m gonna get you fired, Johnny.” It’s an empty threat and he knows it, the poorly restrained smile curling your lips serving as a clear indicator that you’re joking.

“Don’t interfere with a man and his money.” He warns you, narrowing his eyes right back at you and pointing a threatening finger at you.

“You’re about as threatening as my childhood teddy bear.” You huff dismissively, and have to clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the laugh that bursts out at his offended gasp.

“I can be threatening!” He exclaims defensively.

“Sure you can,” You hum, patting his hand comfortingly. “Just not to me.”

“You’re something else, you know that?” 

“Sure do.” You answer, unbothered. “Now what was the article saying?”

“Oh, yeah!” He sits up straighter. “It said that soulmates exist over several lifetimes, and that—”

“Several lifetimes?” 

“Hush.”

“Sorry.” You mutter sheepishly.

“It’s okay. They exist over several lifetimes, getting reincarnated with a new body and the same soul and, therefore, the same link. Sometimes,” Johnny looks back at his phone for a moment, “these past lives and select memories may manifest as dreams—” He looks at you pointedly. “—that serve as guides to help the souls find each other in their current lifetime.”

“…Wow.” You mumble.

“Yeah.” He lets out a low whistle. “I mean it’s not definite, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence. That could also explain how I guessed your drink order the other day.”

“Mhm,” You hum distractedly, your mind racing. The notion of having a soulmate is almost laughable to you, because you have a hard time believing you could be that lucky. 

However, as you look at the hope shining in Johnny’s eyes as he observes you and note the growing feeling of excitement in your stomach, you think there may be some truth to it.

iv. “i keep getting this dizzy feeling, this dangerous feeling.” - chungha, roller coaster.

“Ah, fuck,” You mutter to yourself. The book in your hand scrapes uselessly against the top shelf you’re trying to put it in, just ever so slightly out of reach. “Johnny?” You whisper into the aisle, hoping your voice is just loud enough to get his attention but quiet enough to avoid the wrath of the students in the library. “Johnny?” You try again a bit louder. After no response, you sigh and turn back to the shelf, only to flinch at Johnny’s sudden appearance, a startled yell ringing throughout the library. The resounding shushes make you wince, thankful to be concealed in the aisle.

“Sorry,” He laughs.

“You scared me,” You exhale slowly, and he smiles apologetically.

“What’d you need?” He asks, and you hand him the book you’re holding.

“I can’t put this in its place,” You say, frowning, and he mimics your expression playfully.

“Poor you,” Johnny teases. “You’re too short—”

“I’m not short,” You argue. “This bookshelf is unnecessarily tall.”

“Okay!” He puts his hands up in surrender before reaching up and putting the book away. 

“Thank you, John.” You huff, and he raises an eyebrow.

“John?” He asks curiously.

“It’s a nickname.” You explain slowly, raising your eyebrows back at him.

“You must like me,” Johnny chuckles. “I mean, if you’re giving me a nickname.”

“Mm, you’re alright, I guess.” You hum, turning back to the bookshelf.

Johnny snickers and leans down so his lips are by your ear, his hand resting on the small of your back. “That’s it?” He muses softly. “Just ‘alright,’ yeah?”

“Yeah,” You say slowly, refusing to let on how he’s affecting you. 

“You’re difficult,” He murmurs, and a thrill runs up your spine as his lips graze your ear. “What’s it take to please you, hm?” His comment’s underlying message doesn’t go unnoticed, and you freeze halfway through grabbing a new book. 

“Very funny, Johnny.” You mumble.

“Who’s laughing?” He asks curiously, voice hushed as his fingers dance along your lower back. “I genuinely want to know.”

“You want to know how to please me, Johnny?” You press, turning your head to face him slightly—he doesn’t move back, resulting in your lips barely an inch away, so you turn back around. “What could you possibly mean by that?”

“What do you think I mean?” He dodges your question and you roll your eyes.

“Stop being evasive.” You huff, and his responding chuckle has the hairs on the back of your neck standing up, a buzz of excitement running through your body.

“So you like when I’m direct?” He asks, and you, against your better judgment, nod. “Then here you go.” He lets the lobe of your ear slip between his lips in an almost-kiss before he murmurs, “I think you should thank your lucky stars that we’re not alone in this library right now.”

“Yeah?” You want to sound challenging, but all that leaves you is a breathy mumble.

“Yeah.” His fingers press into the skin of your lower back before he pulls away. “But you’ll see what I mean later—after all, we’re closing up together.” When you whip your head around to face him, he lifts his eyebrows suggestively before heading out of the aisle, leaving you to stare at his back in stunned silence.

Sneaking a glance at the time, you jolt when you see the numbers 11:15pm staring back at you. Whatever Johnny meant by seeing what he meant would be coming much sooner than expected—in about 45 minutes, to be exact. Every time you cross paths with Johnny, it seems as if he’s already been looking at you, his unwavering stare making your skin tingle with anticipation and excitement. 

Once the last group of patrons starts packing up to leave the library, you start to prepare to close up for the night. You breeze by Johnny in a random bookshelf aisle, only to yelp when he wraps an arm around your forearm and tugs you towards him so you crash against his chest unceremoniously.

“Johnny!” You whisper loudly, and he chuckles, gazing down at you fondly. “I need to do a sweep of the library,” 

“Wait for just a moment, yeah?” He murmurs sweetly. “I wanna talk to you.”

“Talk to me or stare at me like you’ve been doing all night?” You ask pointedly, and he smirks.

“Something you wanna get off your chest?”

“Yeah,” You huff. “Stop staring at me.”

“Is it bothering you?”

“I wouldn’t ask you to stop if it wasn’t bothering me.” You reply, staring up at him with an unimpressed expression.

“Maybe I don’t want to stop.” He shrugs, moving closer to you, and your throat dries up as you realize just how close you two are. You can smell the mint gum he’s chewing, the fresh linen scent of his clothing, and you could count each of his lashes if you tried hard enough, you think. “Maybe I like looking at you.”

“Why?” You furrow your brows, frustrated, and it’s Johnny’s turn to look unimpressed.

“Why?” He echoes, looking at you pointedly. “Because you’re gorgeous, maybe that’s why.” He takes an experimental step toward you and smiles mischievously when you step back reflexively. “Maybe I like watching you bustle around the library.” 

“Are you flirting with me?” You ask incredulously.

“I have been for ages, but I’m glad you’re all caught up now.” He replies patronizingly, and you roll your eyes. 

“Ages—Johnny we’ve known each other for, like, what? Three weeks, maybe?” You laugh in disbelief, and he smiles innocently, stepping closer to you again. It hits you, when the backs of your shoes hit the bookshelf behind you, that he’s been deliberately stalking towards you, backing you into a tight space with ease, and his lips curl into a sneaky smile when you both realize you’re exactly where he wants you to be.

“First of all, it has been three weeks—cute that you’re keeping track.” He teases, holding up one finger as you go to defend yourself. “Second of all…don’t tell me you don’t feel this, too.” His voice lowers to a suggestive murmur, and you avert your gaze immediately, his eyes too intense to handle.

“Johnny…” Your voice is quieter than you expected, your supposed warning sounding more timid than authoritative.

“Plus,” Johnny continues without acknowledging that you’ve even spoken, “I think we’ve known each other much longer than that…don’t you?” When you don’t respond, dazed and unmoving, he takes the opportunity to put one hand by your head and lean down so you’re face to face.

“You’re staring again,” You complain, and he chuckles quietly.

“This better?” He drops his gaze to your lips, and your eyes widen in a panic.

“No, it’s not!”

“Sorry,” He coos unapologetically. “Gotta make sure I don’t miss.” Before you can ask what the hell he means, he moves closer and seals his lips over yours.

Johnny’s kiss reveals far more about him than you expect it to—namely, the amount of restraint he’s been exhibiting these past couple of weeks. He starts slow, with careful movements of his lips against yours, not yet daring to up the ante until he’s sure you won’t back out. 

It’s not until you clutch the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer to you that he allows himself to let loose a bit and indulge in his fantasies. He brings you even closer to him with a guiding hand on your hip, his thumb slipping under your sweater to stroke the bare skin there. He angles his head just a bit more to the side so he can part your lips better and ease his tongue into the mix, and your content hum only spurs him on further. 

He steps forward confidently, backing you up towards the bookshelf, and nips at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth gently. You sigh his name, syllables laced with desire, and there’s a shift in the atmosphere so sudden—yet deliberate—that it’s practically palpable. Johnny grips your hips tightly and presses himself against you, roughly pushing you up against the bookshelf behind you, which gives slightly under the sudden added weight of you both, but that’s the least of your worries as Johnny groans wantonly into the kiss.

“Been thinking about doing this for ages.” He admits shamelessly, his hands pushing their way under your sweater to the underside of your bra to caress your breasts, greedy, eager fingers seeking out, finding, and pinching your nipples through the thin fabric concealing them. The appreciative sound you let out in response, though partially swallowed by Johnny’s searing kisses, drives Johnny one step closer to insanity. One hand abandons your breast to snake behind you and deftly unhook your bra, returning to your front so he can push the undergarment above your breast, an air of triumph about him as he grins into the kiss. 

Large hands cup your breasts, kneading the supple flesh as Johnny’s knee nudges itself between your legs and he breaks the kiss to travel down your neck to your chest, his mouth alternating between leaving addicting kisses and nipping so roughly it draws out weak whines from your buzzing lips.

He slips a hand between your legs, caressing your inner thighs before stroking along the seat of your pants, the heel of his palm pressing against your concealed core just enough to be pleasurable but not enough to relieve any of the tension rapidly growing between your legs. 

His mouth, however, is on a different mission as he kisses wet spots around your nipple, trailing his tongue around the areola teasingly before looking up at you curiously. He huffs in amusement when he sees your frustrated frown and takes your nipple into his mouth, eliciting a whine from you. You cover your mouth with your hand only for Johnny to tug it away from your lips.

“I wanna hear you,” He says, his gaze pinning you in place. If you weren’t certain you were about to have the issue handled, you would have to have a moment of embarrassed silence for the way warmth blooms between your thighs, arousal starting to stain a damp spot into the seat of your underwear.

He drops down to his knees so he’s level with your chest and sucks your nipple, tugging it with his teeth gently and chuckling at the appreciative hiss you let out. He swirls his tongue around the raised bud, sucking on it and letting it slip from his lips with loud, wet sounds repeatedly.

Your brain feels like it’s working overtime, your mind straining to hear the whereabouts of the other patrons of the library, and when you move to peer around the bookshelf, you’re relieved to see the last of the patrons exiting the library, the door shuttling quietly behind them. Your glimpse of their retreating back is short lived, Johnny pushing on your shoulder so you’re flattened up against the bookshelf once more. 

He sponges kisses across your chest, moving to repeat his actions on your other breast, while his fingers unbutton your jeans, clumsily yanking them down to your mid-thigh so he can slip his hand into your underwear, tracing circles around your clit teasingly.

“Fuck,” You gasp when he catches it between two fingers and pinches it gently, your hips involuntarily canting upwards towards his touch.

“Fuck—step out,” He grunts distractedly, now more focused on peeling your jeans off down to your ankles as he dots languid kisses to the swell of your breasts. Once you step out of your bottoms, he hooks his fingers in your underwear and makes them follow the same route as your pants, dropping them on the floor carelessly before returning his gaze to your now bare core. He spreads your legs wider, hungry eyes roving over your bare thighs and glistening pussy, and groans under his breath as one hand moves, possibly subconsciously, to palm his length through his pants. “So fucking pretty,” He murmurs in awe, and your face floods with heat. “Can I have a taste? Hm?” He’s lilting like he’s teasing you, but his eyes look as if they’re pleading with you, the desperation so raw and pure that it forces a nod out of you before you even know what you’re doing.

He drapes one of your legs over his shoulder and brings his face closer to your core, pressing experimental kisses up your thighs and watching your reaction as you squirm under his touch impatiently.

“Johnny,” You complain quietly, your voice cracking as it attempts to sound out above a whisper, and he nods, attaching his mouth to your core without any further pressing. 

“So wet—” You’re not even sure he’s talking to you, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over as he mumbles into your pussy, groaning in bliss as he drags his tongue up your folds in slow, heavy, purposeful strokes. He laps at your arousal before he reaches up and spreads you open for him, focusing the tip of his tongue on flicking your clit back and forth rapidly. A loud exhale of surprise slips out of you, and he gently tugs your hood up so he can devote his actions to stimulating the small bundle of concentrated nerves.

“Please,” You find yourself gasping, eyes rolling back as your head tips back to rest on the bookshelf. “Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what exactly you’re begging for, but you know that what Johnny’s doing feels incredible, your hips rolling up to meet his mouth with every movement, and you don’t want him to stop.

“S’good, fuck,” He moans wantonly, partially slurring his words, before sucking your little bundle of nerves into his mouth and humming around it, sending delicious vibrations up through your body, the sensation buzzing deliciously and dizzying you. He’s so engrossed in your clit, laving over it with his lips and tongue, that you don’t notice his free hand moving towards your entrance until he breaks away from you to stick two fingers into his mouth, loudly sucking on them before pulling them away. A string of clear saliva trails between the and his bottom lip, the connection breaking when he brings his hand between your legs and presses the slick digits into you slowly. 

His eyes watch you in wonder, eagerly drinking up every micro-expression you make at the feeling of his slender digits moving inside of you. He curls his fingers towards himself and starts to stroke along your inner walls teasingly and experimentally until he locates the fleshy patch of nerves that makes you gasp loudly. 

“There we go,” He mutters triumphantly, grinning as he starts to fuck his fingers into you while he returns the attention of his mouth and tongue to your folds and clit. With his wide, fat tongue devouring every bit of arousal your pussy leaks out, his nose nuzzling against your clit in an almost-just-not-enough rhythmic movement, and his skilled fingers stimulating your g-spot, it’s only a matter of time before you climax, and you do so loudly, an uncharacteristic whine falling from your desperate lips as you buck your hips towards his face, lips, tongue, fingers, everything. 

His fingers don’t stop pistoning in and out of you, his mouth falling away to press hot, wet kisses to your stomach as he smoothly and deftly finger-fucks you to the edge of another climax, this one building so intensely that it feels like your legs are going to give out.

“This time, say my name.” It’s a wonder you can understand him, his words almost completely slurred as he watches in adoration as your pussy takes his fingers. 

You oblige—you were probably going to do that, anyway—and whisper his name loudly, your voice cracking on the last syllable into a plaintive whimper when your second climax rolls over you, wracking your body like ocean waves. Only once your body’s stopped reflexively moving to meet him in your orgasmic state does Johnny remove his fingers. He stands up and starts freeing his length from his pants and boxers with one hand while the two fingers previously inside of you get stuffed into his mouth, his eyes gazing intently into yours as he licks and sucks them clean of your arousal.

You watch in awe and mild fear as he strokes his length, his large fist pumping up and down slowly, and rubs his thumb into his slit every time he reaches the reddened head of his cock.

“Please tell me I don’t have to go hunt down a condom.” He half-grunts, half-laughs, and you nod in a daze, still wondering how the fuck you’re going to fit all of him inside of you.

“Pill,” is all you can think hard enough to say, and his shoulders sag in relief, moving towards you and nestling the head of his cock between your thighs. 

“You ready?” He asks gently, and you nod, feeling more at ease when his free hand links with your own and squeezes encouragingly. “Deep breath.” He urges softly as he pushes into you, and you suck in a loud breath, whispering swears under your breath as the feeling of his length filling you up leaves you breathlessly. “Good girl,” He coos, and you moan weakly, your voice cracking pathetically as he pulls out slightly and starts to thrust into you, building a rhythm that has you digging your nails into his hand to keep from crying out.

“Johnny,” You whine, dragging the syllables out as he fucks into you, and he groans in response, his free hand gripping your hip to steady himself as he delivers long, deep, hard strokes.

“So tight,” He hisses, his head falling forward as he bites down on his bottom lip. When he angles his hips just right so they hit a spot that has you unable to contain your moans any longer, you tug on his shirt to pull his lips to yours, the passionate kiss silencing your pathetic whimpers into his mouth. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it only adds to the heat of the moment, reality sinking in as you realize with a thrill of excitement that he’s fucking you—while you’re almost completely nude—in your campus’s public library, the doors not yet locked to ward off anyone who might want to enter.

“So good,” You gasp out desperately as he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Feels so good.”

“Taking me so well, look at you,” He praises, and you can feel whatever’s left of your self-control slipping away at the compliment. “Nice and deep, yeah? That’s how you like it?”

“Fuck—yes,” You stammer, slipping your hand between your legs to massage your clit and urge on your climax. “Johnny, I’m gonna–”

“Good,” He grunts, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Come for me, yeah?” 

Your clit practically aching with the pressure of your impending climax, you fall apart around him with a far too loud cry of his name and a string of expletives you’d rather not repeat. The release is nothing short of bliss, the coil wound tight in your belly finally snapping and filling you with pleasure that makes your jaw drop in ecstasy. You’re so engrossed in your orgasm that you only notice Johnny’s close behind you when his hand on your hip grips you with almost bruising strength.

He speeds up to a rapid pace, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin resounding throughout the large library, and lets out a long, low groan as his head tips back and he releases into you, his climax only heightened when your walls flex and squeeze around his length, an involuntary shudder of pleasure traveling up his spine.

He comes to a stop, bottoming out in you, and hesitates, both of you catching your breath. After a moment, Johnny pulls out of you slowly and you cringe slightly at the sudden empty feeling. “That was—”

“Exhilarating,” You finish with a laugh, and he laughs with you, running a hand through his hair. 

“You know—…never mind.” Johnny starts but trails off as you bend down to put your jeans back on.

“What is it?” You ask curiously, and he looks down at the floor before looking back up at you hopefully.

“After we get all, um, cleaned up…I know this diner that’s still open, if you’re hungry.” He offers, and you smile warmly and nod.

“I’d love to.”

“So, Soyeon—you’ve met her, I think; she works with me at the café—is studying computer science.” You explain, and Johnny raises his eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh, that’s so cool,” He comments, and you nod with a smile, proud of your friend.

“It is! She wants to be a software engineer, which is fitting, in my opinion.” 

“Why do you say that?” Johnny asks curiously.

“She’s hopeless with machines and equipment; she’s a disaster at the café with the drink machines.” You chuckle fondly. “Literally just the other day, she got milk foam all over the counter because she couldn’t work the frother.” 

“Yikes,” Johnny winces sympathetically. “Good thing she has you, then.”

“Very true,” You agree. “Soyeon’s kind of a spitfire, really; spunky, sarcastic, and very dramatic. She and Soojin, another one of my roommates, bicker all the time; Soojin’s a sweetheart, a little spacey, but she has her fiery moments, you know? She’s going into nursing, and I can’t envision a better field for her—she’s just so caring and attentive. Then there’s Yuqi—wait, I’m sorry,” You pause, sheepishly laughing. “I’m just kind of rambling, aren’t I?”

“I love it,” Johnny assures you, paying rapt attention to you. “Go on, tell me about Yuqi.”

“Okay,” You say slowly, eyeing him to give him a chance to change his mind. When he raises his eyebrows expectantly and gestures for you to continue talking. “Yuqi is in computer science, too, but she wants to be a full stack developer.”

“I don’t know what that is,” Johnny admits, and you lean closer over the diner table, beckoning Johnny closer.

“I don’t really know, either.” You confess, continuing when Johnny grins, clearly amused, “I used to know, I swear! It just…slipped my mind temporarily, is all.”

“I’ll keep your secret,” Johnny promises, acting out zipping his lips shut and locking them. The gesture is far more endearing to you than you think Johnny’s aware of, his silly yet sincere reaction bringing a fond smile to your face.

“Yuqi’s probably the most responsible out of the four of us,” You say thoughtfully. “She’s almost always the voice of reason, but between you and me? That girl is a chaotic little devil when she’s got a couple of drinks in her.” You whisper, and Johnny laughs, his eyes crinkling cutely as he does.

“That reminds me of my friend Taeyong; he’s chill, a little quiet usually, but place him in a house party, and he…” He trails off, shaking his head in amusement.

“And he…does keg stands and gets himself injured.” You finish for him, and Johnny snickers.

“Exactly.” 

Your waiter comes up to your table with your orders, and your eyes light up as you reach to relieve him of your plate, an excited smile on your face as you stare down at your cheeseburger. When you look up at Johnny, he’s holding his phone up aimed at you, and you pause, lost. 

“Did you just take a picture of me?” You ask curiously, cocking your head to the side in confusion when he nods. “Why?”

“You just looked so happy,” He explains with a fond smile. “I wanted to save the memory.”

“Do I at least look good in it?” You ask hopefully, and he leans forward, beckoning you closer to him.

“You look beautiful.” Johnny says earnestly, and you freeze, not expecting such a sincere compliment.

“Maybe it’s the post-sex glow,” You joke, lowering your voice slightly, and Johnny chuckles.

“You know, I was just thinking about earlier, actually,” He says, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“What were you thinking about?” You ask before you bite into a French fry.

“How we kind of…did this whole thing backwards.” He laughs sheepishly, gesturing between the two of you. “I was supposed to ask you out on a date before…the library,” He explains, and your face warms as you recall what took place less than an hour ago. “In my defense though, there were…extenuating circumstances.” He adds, and the edge to his attentive gaze raises questions in your mind.

“Oh, really? Like…?” You prompt, your voice trailing off as his gaze, far more intense than it has been since you set foot in this diner, unnerves you. You feel undressed and vulnerable all over again and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking of scenarios involving Johnny, yourself, and being bent over this very table.

“Do I need to elaborate?” He questions, speaking slowly and deliberately, and you realize quickly that he’s probably got similar thoughts swimming around his mind. You shake your head, picking up a fry and eating it to avoid his probing gaze. “Noted.”

The thoughts and desires you’re experiencing are getting to be a bit overwhelming at this point, so you scramble to find something else to change the topic to. “So—what do you like to do? Like, in your spare time—I’m guessing photography is up there,” You say, gesturing to his phone on the table.

“It is,” Johnny confirms with a nod. “I have real equipment, too—cameras and stuff like that—but I make do with my phone most of the time. I also really like poetry; I go to a lot of open mics and poetry readings in my spare time.”

“Oh, yeah! Didn’t you read me a poem by Pablo Neruda the day we met?” You recall, and his eyes light up happily.

“You remembered,” He says, pleasantly surprised, and you nod, smiling. “Pablo Neruda is my favorite poet.” He says, and you hum thoughtfully.

“What else? I want to know more about you,” You urge him, sitting forward as the desire to get to know the male sitting in front of you builds and builds until it’s impossible to ignore.

“What do you want to know? That question is always so hard to answer,” He chuckles, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice.

“You know what? It really is. I don’t even know why I asked it, because I never know what to say.” You can’t help but laugh at yourself and Johnny thankfully joins in.

“I feel the same way,” Johnny assures you. “Like, where do I start?”

“Yeah! Like, how deep am I going?” You agree emphatically. “Do you want to know my favorite color or, like, what keeps me up at night?” You say, half-joking, half-serious, and Johnny snorts loudly in amusement, the sound causing you to join him in laughing.

As the two of you sit there in the diner, snickering to each other about various little things, you can’t help but think that you could get used to this.

“Johnny.” You say flatly, not looking up from your laptop.

“Mm.”

“Johnny.”

“Mm.”

“John.” You finally turn to look at him, rolling your eyes as you take in the sight of him. He’s got his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand as he stares at you with glazed over, dreamy eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

“You know that you haven’t typed a word since you opened your laptop, right?” You ask, sighing loudly, and he blinks slowly, gradually rousing himself from his zoned-out state, and shifts his attention to his laptop, typing for barely ten seconds and returning to his previous position. “What did you even write?”

“My name,” He answers simply, turning his laptop towards you. You look at his screen and at the document open to see—

“Johnny, you didn’t even finish your name.” You laugh incredulously. “You typed ‘Johnny S.’ and left it at that.”

“She’ll know whose paper it is,” He defends himself. “There’s only one Johnny S. in the class.”

“Whatever,” You sigh, fighting back the amused smile that’s curling your lips. “Why are you staring at me?”

“I would like,” Johnny says slowly, turning your chair to face him, “some attention.”

“You realize you would get more attention if you let me finish my paper instead of just staring at me the whole time I’m trying to work…right?” You point out, and he wrinkles his brows thoughtfully.

“I’m more of an instant gratification kind of guy.” He replies with a teasing wiggle of his brows, and you roll your eyes, the snicker bubbling up inside of you escaping before you can restrain it. “See? You like it.”

“Shut up,” You mumble with a smile, turning your chair back to face your laptop. You can still feel Johnny looking at you, so you reach over and press two fingers to his cheek, gently pushing his head so he turns back to face his laptop. “Work.” You urge him, and he sighs in anguish so loudly that it garners several shushes and a few lingering judgmental stares from surrounding students. 

He does start to type again, thankfully, and the two of you work in a comfortable silence until—

“Are you serious, Johnny?” You half-groan, half-laugh as the sound of a snack wrapper crinkles beside you.

“I got hungry!” He retorts defensively, reaching in the bag and pulling out six individually packaged mini Kit-Kat bars, lining them up on the table neatly. “They’re matcha flavored,” He announces proudly, and you nod.

“That’s great, Johnny.” You say, and he smiles, clicking his trackpad a few times before standing up.

“Be right back—I printed something.” 

“Okay,” You whisper back, and he disappears around the corner. As you type, your gaze keeps drifting over to the matcha Kit-Kat bars, and you give into temptation, leaning over and taking one from the row. You unwrap the treat and pop it into your mouth, chewing quickly and stuffing the wrapper in the bottom of your bag. You swallow not a moment too soon as Johnny rounds the corner and comes back to his seat, sitting down and looking over the papers he just got from the printer.

You think you’re in the clear for several peaceful minutes until he reaches for a Kit-Kat bar and hesitates halfway there, his hand suspended in the air. He looks at the Kit-Kat bars and around the table before his eyes land on you, narrowing suspiciously as he points an accusing finger.

“You stole one of my Kit-Kat bars.” He says in surprise, and you look over at him as casually as possible.

“I did no such thing.” 

“You stole my snack!”

“I did not steal your snack!” You say in the exact tone someone who stole someone’s snack would use if they were trying to deny stealing someone’s snack.

“I had six Kit-Kat bars out here.” He points to the four snacks, and you look at them thoughtfully before shrugging and returning your attention to your laptop.

“Maybe you had five.” 

“Are you gaslighting me?” He gasps dramatically, and you snicker despite yourself.

“No.”

“…Fine. You definitely stole one of my snacks, though, which is one thing—but now you’re lying about it.” 

“I am not lying.” You lie.

“You know, I actually brought out six so I could have three and you could have three.” He admits, and you shift your attention to him out of the side of your eye. “But I don’t share with liars.”

You roll your eyes, your brows furrowing before you give in. “Fine.”

“Fine?”

“I stole one of your Kit-Kat bars,” You confess, and he raises his eyebrows, not surprised. 

“I know that.”

“Okay, great.” You reply, frowning. “…Can I have another one?”

“Hm…” Johnny taps his chin with a pensive look on his face, and you want to roll your eyes but exercise restraint, figuring you attract more flies with honey than vinegar. “Fine. But only because you look so cute when you pout.”

“I’m not pouting!” You whisper defensively, and he rolls his eyes.

“Sure, you’re not.” He says sarcastically. “I’ll trade you—a Kit-Kat for a kiss.”

“We’re in the library!” Your hushed response is as indignant and disbelieving as can be, and Johnny looks around as if it’s the first he’s hearing about your whereabouts.

“No one’s looking.” He points out.

“Someone could see us.” You whine quietly, and he blinks at you expressionlessly.

“So?” 

“You’re just gonna ask for more later.” You complain, and Johnny shrugs, taking a sip of his iced coffee.

“Not my problem.”

“You suck.”

“Less complaining, more kissing. You would have had your Kit-Kat by now if you just kissed me, you know.”

You narrow your eyes and lean over towards Johnny, the male meeting you the rest of the way and pressing his lips to yours in a brief kiss. You move to pull away, but he catches the back of your neck, pulling you back in with a low murmur of, “I know you can do better than that,” and swallowing your hushed yelp of surprise as he parts your lips with his tongue, the pink muscle flicking at the inside of your mouth. Your begrudging façade melts away as he nibbles at your bottom lip gently, and you hum contently into the kiss. He finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours and blinking at you with heavy-lidded eyes that, if you’re honest, make you want to skip the homework and pull him into a private study room.

“Can I have the Kit-Kat now?” You ask, and he chuckles.

“Baby, you can have the whole damn bag if you keep kissing me like that.”

“Why are you wrinkling your nose?” Johnny laughs, pulling you closer to him. Your legs tangling together under the covers, the two of you lie in his bed comfortably as a playlist of Johnny’s choosing plays quietly. 

“It smells like sex,” You huff, grimacing, and Johnny rolls his eyes.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I have a sensitive nose!”

“Oh, really?” He asks, grinning mischievously as he leans in. “Well, your sensitive nose should learn to appreciate the scent of making love.” He wiggles his brows suggestively.

You lift your head up from his bare chest and stare at him blankly. “‘Making love’ sounds so cheesy,” You shudder, and Johnny splutters indignantly, propping himself up so suddenly that it sends you slipping off him to land on his mattress with an “oof.”

“‘Making love’ is romantic!”

“It’s cheesy.” You stick to your guns, and he playfully narrows his eyes at you.

“Would you rather I say ‘fucking you into the mattress?’” He raises an eyebrow, and you yelp in alarm, covering your ears.

“That’s just bad.” You frown disapprovingly.

“Well, what do you suggest, Little Miss Picky?” He asks, and you pause to think for a moment. 

“You could just call it ‘having sex,’” You suggest, and he rolls his eyes.

“Where’s the passion, the emotion, the love?” He complains, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“It’s implied!”

“It most certainly is not!”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too—y’know what?” You stop yourself, and Johnny looks at you expectantly.

“What?”

“Agree to disagree.” You propose, and he strokes his chin as he considers it. “…Tick tock, John.”

“Fine.” He agrees, and lies back down on the bed, pulling you back onto his chest. “Y’know, you’re the only person I let call me John.”

“Mm, really?” You hum softly, and he nods.

“Yeah. It sounds cute when you say it.” 

“I guess that makes me special.” You smile, and he scoffs.

“I think you knew that already, but I agree; it does make you special.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and you’re so content you could practically purr. The music drops in volume suddenly as Johnny’s phone dings from his nightstand, and you shift off of him so he can reach over and grab it, settling back down when he returns to his spot. “Oh, I totally blanked on that,” He mutters to himself as he reads the notification. “I just got a text from my family friend who’s getting married in about a month and a half—hey, wait; do you want to come with me to the wedding?”

“Really?” You ask, surprised. “Me?”

Johnny gives you an unimpressed look. “No, the other person lying in my bed. Yes, you.”

“Hm…” You pretend to think, stroking your chin much like Johnny had earlier.

“Oh, come on. Free food, free drinks, and time spent with yours truly,” He coaxes you in a singsong cadence.

“You actually had me at the free food and drinks.” You smile, patting his chest gently. “I can’t say no to that.”

“Wow,” He draws the word out as he fakes offense, shifting you and rolling on top of you as you laugh. “I’m hurt!” He huffs, but his widening smile as he leans down to kiss you says otherwise.

“I was kidding,” You assure him, your voice muffled against his lips as he refuses to break the kiss. 

“Too late. The damage is done.” He pulls back just enough to say, lowering his hips down against you, and you swallow a lump in your throat when he asks in a softer, more serious voice, “I want to know how you’re gonna make it up to me.”

“I–well–” You start, but the feeling of Johnny’s length, hot, hard, and heavy, dragging along your inner thigh effectively wipes your mind clean. If you’re being honest, you almost entirely forgot you two were naked, the surprise of the reminder swirling in your now empty mind along with your disbelief that he’s hard again so quickly. “I can’t focus when you’re doing that.” You complain, and he coos in faux sympathy.

“Poor baby.” He taunts, reaching a hand between you two to stroke two long fingers along your slick folds, letting out a soft chuckle when you open your legs wider for him and sigh blissfully. Shortly after his fingers leave your skin, you feel the head of his cock pressed against your entrance and you quietly gasp in surprise.

Johnny mimics your gasp teasingly, the sound cutting off in favor of a groan that slips from his lips when he pushes into you slowly.

“Wait–” You stammer, and Johnny pauses, looking at you in concern. “The wedding.”

“Yes?” His concerned face shifts to confusion.

“What’s the color scheme?” You ask, and Johnny shoots you the most deadpan, unimpressed look you’ve ever seen from him.

“Dark green.” He answers simply, returning his attention to pushing into you.

“Are we talking like a forest green, or an emerald—”

“Can we talk about this when I’m not inches deep inside of you?” 

You close your mouth. “Fair enough,” You agree, and he grins, bottoming out and dipping down to kiss you slowly.

“Great.”

“A wedding?” Soojin and Soyeon say in unison, gaping at you in surprise. You flinch at the volume of their combined voices, quickly looking around the restaurant to see if you’ve caught any unwanted attention. Finding no one, save for one man sitting alone who looks away when you meet eyes, you turn your attention back to your friends sitting across from you in the booth.

“Yeah…” You confirm cautiously, shooting them an uneasy look. 

“You guys, like, just started seeing each other.” Soyeon says carefully. “Isn’t it a little soon for a wedding date?”

“Well, I mean, kinda, but the wedding isn’t for, like, a month and a half. I think the wedding party needed to know how many guests were coming so they knew how to plan.” You explain.

“…I guess that makes sense,” Soojin says slowly. 

“And besides–” Your words are cut off when the waiter approaches, carefully balancing your respective orders in his hands. “Oh, thank you!” You take your plate of enchiladas, Soojin and Soyeon each taking their orders off of his hands in turn. 

“Enjoy, ladies.” Your waiter says warmly, and you smile and nod before he walks away.

“God, this looks so good.” You gush, practically bouncing in your seat with excitement. “I wish Yuqi didn’t have class; she loves this place.” 

“We can always buy her something for later,” Soojin suggests.

“Good idea.” Soyeon agrees, biting into one of her enchiladas and chewing, going to speak until you put your hand up to silence her. “What?”

“Please chew and swallow first,” You say, reaching over and patting her hand. “I promise it can wait.”

Soyeon glowers at you, but thankfully waits until she’s swallowed to speak. “I was gonna ask you what you were saying before the waiter came.”

“Oh, right! I was saying, besides, it’s not like it’s our wedding. It’s Johnny’s family friend’s wedding, and I’m just his plus one.” You explain. Soojin and Soyeon share a skeptical look before looking back at you, and you grimace. “I don’t think I like you two when you’re on the same team; you’re better when you’re bickering.”

“Oh, hush.” Soojin waves you off. “Just don’t go all ‘flight risk’ on Johnny, okay?”

“I– wh–when have I been a flight risk?” You ask defensively, and Soojin stares at you blankly. “When?” You press, and Soyeon sighs.

“With that guy from undergrad, sophomore year—you two unofficially dated for a month and when he wanted to go exclusive, you avoided him for the rest of the school year.” Soyeon holds up one manicured finger. “There was that guy in the band in junior year–”

“Oh, yeah, didn’t he write a song about you?” Soojin interjects, and Soyeon snaps in confirmation, holding up another finger.

“That’s the one!” 

“Okay–” You start, but they continue.

“Then there were those two guys in senior year–” Soojin adds, reaching over and putting up two more of Soyeon’s fingers. 

“I get it!” You interrupt them before they can get a good rhythm going. “I get it.”

“I’m just saying,” Soyeon comments, putting her counting hand down, “that you have a history of running when things get serious. And I may not know Johnny too well—you should let us meet him, by the way—but he seems like a good guy from what I’ve heard from you.”

“He is a good guy,” You echo, a smile creeping onto your face. “He’s funny, kind, charming, easygoing, and he makes me feel so at ease when we’re together.”

“Good! Now that that’s settled,” Soojin says before she points her fork at you, making you raise your hands defensively. “What’s the color scheme for the wedding?”

“Dark green,” You answer. “Like, emerald green, kind of.”

“Do you even have an emerald green dress?” Soyeon asks curiously, brows furrowing as she thinks. “I’ve never seen you with a dress that color.”

“I definitely don't have a dress that color.” You sigh, and Soojin claps excitedly.

“We can go looking for one today! After Yuqi gets out of class.” She says, and Soyeon shrugs.

“I don’t have anything else planned today.” She agrees, and you nod slowly.

“Sounds like a plan—can someone please text the group chat and let Yuqi know? I have enchilada sauce on my hands.” You ask hopefully, and Soojin nods, putting her fork down and picking her phone up. She sets it back down and shortly after, your and Soyeon’s phones ding with the notification.

Soyeon clears her throat and leans forward conspiratorially. “You know, I wonder if I have a soulmate–”

“Soyeon.” Soojin says sharply, and Soyeon glares at her.

“What?”

“Swallow your food.” Soojin scolds.

Soyeon rolls her eyes but, yet again, swallows before she speaks next. “You two are so…persnickety about that, for crying out loud.”

“I didn’t know you knew big words like ‘persnickety,’” Soojin muses with a teasing smile. “And it’s gross, that’s why we care so much.”

“You’re gross.” Soyeon retorts.

Soojin scoffs, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You’re a child.” 

“And we’re back to normal,” You sigh as your two friends stare each other down challengingly.

v. “we were the stormy rain…we were love, we were love.” - esteman, fuimos amor.

Thunder rumbles overhead and the skies are gray with all the rain clouds, and Johnny comes up behind you, resting his hands on the windowsill on either side of you. “I’m sorry it’s raining, my love.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s not your fault,” You sigh, still frowning, and Johnny places both hands on your hips, gingerly turning you to face him. He leans down so you two are face to face and offers a hopeful smile, moving his head closer playfully until you crack a smile, laughing and pushing on his chest gently.

“If I could move every rain cloud for you, I would.” He professes, and you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his statement. “I’m serious! Anything to see that smile I love so much.” His voice softens, lower now, more urgent, and very earnest, as he reaches up to cup the side of your face in his large, warm palm, and a shy, bashful happiness warms your cheeks as you look up at him, believing every word he says.

“You are more than enough to make me smile,” You assure him, and he grins at that, moving his hand from your hip to lace his fingers with yours. He brings your linked hands up so they’re level with his mouth, and he presses a kiss to the back of your hand before leaving softer kisses on each of your knuckles. The giggle that bubbles out of you is timid and utterly smitten as your lover gazes down at you with twinkling brown eyes. 

“Oh, really?” He asks, a secretive edge to his tone, and you nod despite your slight confusion about what he could be getting at. He smiles wider, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and releases your cheek, tightening his other hand’s grip on your hand and heading towards the front door, shushing your confused stammering. He leads you out of the house and all the way to the middle of the street as rain pours down on you both.

“Johnny, what are you up to?” You ask, laughing in disbelief, and he finally stops, turning to face you with a bright smile before pulling you into a tight embrace filled with so much love and warmth that you could almost forget the cold rain seeping through your clothing—almost.

“Kiss me.” He urges, and you cock your head to the side in confusion. “Kissing in the rain is romantic, right?”

“I mean—yes,” You start to answer, but he draws you in closer, his nose nuzzling against yours in a loving gesture before he speaks again.

“Then we might as well put the rain to good use, right?” He murmurs playfully, not giving you a chance to respond before slotting his lips with yours and enveloping you in a slow, deep, loving kiss. You all but melt against him, adoration soaring all throughout your body as you swoon at the antics of your lover, and he chuckles against your lips before pulling back slightly. “Good?”

“Perfect,” You reply in a whisper, biting down on your bottom lip to restrain the smile that threatens to overtake your face.

Johnny gently tugs on your chin, freeing your bottom lip, and smiles down at you adoringly. “Told you I’d do anything for that smile.” He reminds you, and his arm around your waist tightens before he spins you around, eliciting an excited yelp from you, and dips you romantically to capture your lips in a kiss far more passionate and eager than the last. 

“I love you,” You sigh happily when you two part, and he smiles back at you.

“I love you,” He murmurs, and you believe him.

You wake up in a full-body sweat, heat buzzing through your body in an almost electric sensation. You sit up in bed, throwing your covers off of yourself and rub your temples as you recall the dream you just had. That feeling of safety and comfort from the first dream you had about Johnny is just as present in the dream you just woke up from, if not stronger, and you find yourself swinging your legs off of your bed and walking to your window; outside of which, you note, it has started to rain. 

vi. “maybe i’m afraid to fall in love; ‘cause what if it’s not reciprocated?” - pink sweat$, honesty.

“Yuqi, you don’t get it!” You complain, pulling your blanket around yourself tighter. “These dreams—the feeling I get whenever we’re together—I genuinely think there’s something going on.”

“Well,” Yuqi hums thoughtfully, “I think—and hear me out—that you two really might be soulmates–”

“That’s terrifying!” You whine, kicking your legs uselessly. “What if we are soulmates and something goes wrong?” 

“What could possibly go wrong?” She asks curiously, and you throw your hands up in exasperation.

“He could get tired of me,” You stammer. “We could have a fight—a big one—and spend the rest of our lives hating each other and stuck together.”

“You sound stupid.” Yuqi points out, and you whip your head around to glare at her, your friend raising her hands in defense. “I’m just saying; the universe put you two together, so wouldn’t it already have accounted for any arguments you two might have?” 

“Well…yes, but–”

“But what?” Yuqi presses, eyebrows raised skeptically.

“But what if the connection we have right now fizzles out? It’s new right now, and exciting, but what if we’re only coasting on the fact that we might be soulmates?” You tilt your head back to rest on the back of the couch, and Yuqi sighs loudly. “Be less excited to help me,” You gripe sarcastically.

“I’m not upset that I’m helping you,” Yuqi explains, “I’m upset you won’t listen to reason.”

“I am listening to reason!”

“You most certainly are not.”

“Fine—reason with me.” You challenge, and Yuqi pantomimes strangling you, growling under her breath before sitting up straighter and looking you directly in the eyes.

“The universe has put you two together.” Yuqi says slowly.

“The universe has put us together.” You echo.

“Whatever bond you two have will only strengthen as time goes on,” She continues. “Especially if you guys are having dreams of past lives together where you’re very much in love.”

“…Okay, that’s true.” You mutter.

“See?” Yuqi presses, nudging you with her knee. “There’s your sensibility rearing its head.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” You grouch, brows furrowed as you stare at your nails.

“Why do I feel like you’re still freaking out?” Yuqi asks flatly, and you stare at your nails even harder.

“I should clip my cuticles,” You mutter nervously.

“Girl–”

“They’re growing out!” You defend yourself.

“I feel like you’re spiraling.” Yuqi sighs loudly, and you frown deeply.

“I kind of am,” You mumble, and when Yuqi moves to protest, you hold up a hand to stop her. “I’ll sleep on it,” You propose, “and I’ll figure out what to do.”

Yuqi stares at you, her brows furrowed in concern. “Okay,” She acquiesces, raising both hands in surrender. “I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t,” You say honestly, “I really don’t. But hopefully, I can figure out what to do.”

“You could always ask Johnny what he thinks.” Yuqi proposes, and you nibble at your bottom lip nervously.

“Yeah,” You sigh. “Thank you for putting up with my ranting, by the way.”

“What are friends for?” Yuqi asks with a smile, leaning in to hug you. Her tight embrace calms your tortured spirits ever so slightly, and you hum contently. “I’m touched you came to me.”

“Soyeon would’ve gotten fed up with me immediately,” You chuckle. “Soojin, bless her heart, would have derailed the conversation almost instantly. You’re the most level-headed friend I’ve got.” 

“Thanks!” She chirps. “You’re, uh, pretty level-headed, too—when you’re not being completely obtuse.”

“Obtuse?!” You exclaim, indignant. 

“What would you call your behavior a couple of minutes ago?” Yuqi asks, an eyebrow raised as she looks at you, unimpressed.

“Conflicted!” You answer defensively.

“You’re pronouncing ‘obtuse’ wrong.” She teases, and you reach behind you on the couch for a cushion to chuck at her. “You can whack me but you can’t whack the truth!”

You pause, your features screwing up in confusion. “What does that even mean?” You ask through an amused snort, and she shrugs, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t know,” She admits. “But it got you to stop trying to hit me.”

“…Touché.”

“Have a good night, Ms. Adams!” You bid the head librarian goodbye as you and Johnny head out at the end of your shifts.

“Get home safe!” Johnny waves in her direction.

“Thank you, dears.” She replies with a warm smile, returning Johnny’s wave, and you smile as you exit the library, Johnny holding the door open for you.

You two walk together up until your paths part ways, and you’re almost reluctant to leave him, frowning as you look up at him.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?” You say hopefully, and Johnny doesn’t say anything in response, just watching you with a slightly distracted expression. “Johnny?” You wave your hand in front of his face, and he blinks twice rapidly, his eyes refocusing on you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…wanted to tell you something.” He says carefully, and you nod encouragingly, gesturing for him to continue. “I had another dream about us the other night.”

“Me too,” You reply, and he perks up slightly.

“Good, because that’s partially what’s giving me the guts to say this. We’ve been hanging out for a couple of weeks now, and things feel like they’re getting a bit more serious.” He starts, and you balk, your throat drying out immediately, not even remotely expecting him to go down this avenue of conversation. Your thoughts go back to your conversation with Yuqi and your reasoning flies out the window, leaving only your feelings of panic with you.

“Johnny–” Your voice trembles with nerves and, if he hears you, he ignores it, continuing on.

“I wouldn’t even be suggesting something like this so soon if I didn’t genuinely think you were my soulmate–”

“Johnny,” You whine nervously, anxiety rapidly building up inside of you and sending panicked jitters through your body until you’re shifting your weight from foot to foot, shuffling in place awkwardly.

“I really like you, and I was wondering if you wanted to make things official–”

“I have to use the bathroom!” You blurt out, and he stops, blinking in a stunned silence. “Yeah. Like, really badly.” You lie.

“Okay,” Johnny says slowly, and you have to avert your gaze at the look of confusion and budding hurt on his face. “…Is that all you wanted to say?” He asks.

“Um, yeah.” You mumble, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. 

“You didn’t want to say anything about anything I just said to you?” His sadness is audible at this point, impossible to ignore, and it compels you to look back at Johnny, your heart aching instantly at the myriad of emotions written plainly on his handsome features. You see everything—the hurt, the offense, the dejection—but what hurts the most to see, you think, is the lone ember of hope still alight in his eyes, and you have to look away before you speak again.

“I–I’m so sorry, Johnny, I, um–I really have to go.” The words spill from you like vomit, practically ripping themselves free from your throat as it closes up with unexpressed emotion. You can’t even look at him again as you turn on your heel and start speed walking back to your apartment, the sound of your pounding heart beating rapidly in your eardrums. 

If you’d looked behind you, you’re sure you would have seen Johnny’s face fall completely, his wounded heart and pride snuffing out that one ember of hope he’d still had burning, as he stands perfectly still, frozen almost, staring after you and wondering how things could have gone so south so suddenly.

You know for a fact that your heart wouldn’t be able to handle it. So you don’t look back, your path in front of you blurring as frustrated tears build up in your eyes.

“Let me get this straight.” Soyeon mutters, running a hand over her face in a tired exasperation. “Soojin and I specifically warn you not to go all ‘flight risk’ on Johnny, and…you proceed to do just that a matter of days later.”

“Yes,” You say sadly. “Please don’t beat me up about it,” You interject as Soyeon sighs, “I’m doing a good enough job on my own as it is.”

“What even happened?” She asks in a scandalized hush. “Yuqi said she talked to you about it the other day—”

“And when I saw him and all that hope—that vulnerability—in his eyes, everything she said slipped from my mind and I just panicked.” You explain, forlorn. “I didn’t want to hurt him.”

“So in your attempt to avoid hurting him,” Soyeon says slowly, as if waiting for you to absorb her words and your thought process, “you hurt him.”

“I’m an idiot.” You groan, dropping your head in your hands. 

“I wouldn’t say that,” Soyeon sighs sympathetically.

“Really?” You look up hopefully.

“Oh—well—you are an idiot,” She elaborates, and you drop your head back in your hands. “I just wouldn’t have said that.”

“Great.” You mutter bitterly. You look out of the café windows, hoping to find some random passerby to distract yourself from your spiraling thoughts, only for panic and alarm to seize you in its freezing cold, iron tight grip. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit.” You whisper, pacing back and forth in a frenzy as you see Johnny’s familiar frame approaching the café, accompanied by his friend who, judging by the cast on his wrist, you presume to be Taeyong. 

“Is that Johnny?” Soyeon follows your gaze, eyes wide, and you nod, not even knowing what to do with yourself at this point. 

“I was never here!” You whisper-shout, ducking into the back of the café to hide amongst the boxes of supplies.

“Are you seriously hiding–” Soyeon’s incredulous and, truly, you can’t blame her.

“I was never here!” You stress, poking your head back out and just before you duck back in the safety of the back room, you could almost swear you catch Johnny’s eye.

The bell above the entrance rings as the door swings open, and you position yourself behind the curtain obscuring you from the customers’ view to listen in as Johnny and his friend approach the counter.

“Good afternoon!” Soyeon greets pleasantly. “What can I get you today?”

“Can I get a large black tea with boba?” You hear Taeyong ask. “With a milk foam, too, please.”

“Sure thing,” Soyeon replies. “And you?”

“Um…yeah, can I get a large iced Americano?” Johnny requests, and your heart aches at the hollowness to his voice. It’s perfectly polite, as he always is, but the warmth you’re so fond of has disappeared, and your heart sinks as you realize you’re to blame. “Are you working alone today?” He asks, attempting to sound offhandedly curious, and you blanch as you realize that, one, he most likely did see you, and, two, he’s trying to figure out if you’re still here.

“…Sure am,” Soyeon lies smoothly. “Just, uh, little old me working the counter and the drink machines.”

“I hear you,” Johnny, for what it’s worth, does attempt to sound conversational, but the hurt in his voice is unmistakable, only confirming to you that he absolutely, one hundred percent, without a doubt saw you before you ducked in the back room minutes ago. “I hear you loud and clear.” 

You space out for the rest of their conversation, only catching the tail end of Johnny’s and Taeyong’s bickering about who should pay, as guilt practically consumes you whole. You never once dreamed of hurting Johnny, so why the hell are you doing it so much? Your vision gradually clouds with tears and you reach into one of the open boxes on the shelves for a napkin, your fingers instead grabbing a coffee filter. 

“Good enough.” You mutter dejectedly, dabbing at your eyes and cheeks with the filter, supposing that its slightly rough texture and therefore unpleasant sensation can serve as part of the universe’s punishment for your stupidity.

“Have a nice day!” Soyeon calls out, and the overhead bell rings once more. You wait with bated breath to make sure they’re out of sight before you reemerge, but Soyeon calls to you. “Good news.”

“What’s that?” You whisper back loudly.

“They’re gone, so you can quit whispering like you’re on some confidential mission.” She sighs, and you shamefully re-enter the main area, dragging your feet forlornly. “Bad news.”

“What’s that?” You mumble, your mind admittedly elsewhere.

“Johnny definitely knows you’re here and that you hid from him.” She pats your shoulder comfortingly. 

“You heard that too, huh?” You mutter, and she nods.

“Sure did. ‘Loud and clear.’” She quotes his words back at you, and it takes everything in you not to literally wail in anguish. “It hurt watching him; he looked like a kicked puppy.”

“You’re making it worse!” You can’t stop the fresh wave of tears that spill down your cheeks, and Soyeon gasps in alarm, pulling you into a hug immediately as you quietly cry into her shoulder.

“Shit, I didn’t think you were gonna cry,” She mumbles worriedly, shushing you soothingly and rubbing your back in comforting circles. “I just wanted you to realize that your actions have consequences.”

“Oh, trust me, I know that.” You gripe, voice muffled in the fabric of her sweater.

“So what are you going to do?” She asks, clearly expecting and hoping you answer correctly.

“I’m gonna apologize to him,” You respond resolutely.

“When?”

“Tomorrow—at work in the library.”

“Great. You got this!” Soyeon cheers encouragingly, and you sigh.

“I sure hope I do.”

“Good evening, Ms. Adams!” You greet the librarian in a hush as you walk behind the main desk.

“Hello, dear,” She responds warmly, but it fades into the background as you sign your name on the timesheet and can’t help but notice Johnny’s name is missing. Not wanting to raise suspicion, but unable to dismiss your curiosity, you turn to Ms. Adams and lean against the wall as casually as possible.

“Ms. Adams?”

“Yes, dear?” She asks, not looking away from her computer, and you look down at your hand, inspecting your nails as nonchalantly as possible.

“Is, uh, Johnny coming tonight?” You ask, hoping you sound as unbothered as you want to appear. “I just want to know if I’m closing up alone tonight.” You follow up in a rush, cursing inwardly as you realize that your unaffected façade is slipping.

“Mm, no, he’s not, dear.” Ms. Adams answers. “He called today and asked if he can switch his days to Tuesdays and Thursdays, actually.” She continues, and your heart practically drops to the pit of your stomach. “Would you like me to help you close up?” She offers, turning to face you with a concerned frown, and you shake your head immediately.

“No, it’s not a problem,” You answer, waving dismissively. “I was just wondering. I don’t mind closing alone.” You reassure her, and she nods with a pleasant smile.

“Okay, dear.”

As you head to the back room and set your bag down, you can’t help but shift your gaze over to the spot where Johnny usually sits, his absence practically sucking the air out of the atmosphere. 

There’s a sound at the door and you practically break your neck snapping your head up to look, half-hoping, half-wishing to see the tall male in the doorway. Your wish goes ungranted, as it’s just Ms. Adams coming in to get something out of her purse. You smile weakly as she exits the room, trying to conceal the growing ache of disappointment in your chest.

You have absolutely no doubt that Johnny switched his shifts because of you, and you can’t even deny it at this point—you miss him already. You’re not sure if it’s the soulmate bond you two have or just your natural feelings for him, but you feel…unfulfilled. As if you’re waiting for something that never comes.

Sighing, you trudge back out to the main area of the library, heading towards the bookshelves while pushing the cart full of books to be reshelved.

Hey, universe, you think, I could really use a sign of what to do right about now.

However, you aren’t entirely sure you’re prepared to hear what the universe has to say.

vii. “opposed to my heart, i let out hurtful words. i gave you a hard time, and i'm struggling too.” - exo, universe.

“Okay, so run through the signs again,” Soyeon says with a mouth full of popcorn.

You roll your eyes and grimace at the sight but choose not to comment, instead blocking her mouth from your view with one hand as you sit forward in your spot on the couch. “Okay, so—first it was the angel numbers,” You start. “First, I noticed that every time I’ve looked at my phone recently, it’s been 2:22.” 

“What does 222 mean?” Yuqi asks curiously.

“It’s basically a soulmate sign from the universe; it usually means a relationship is coming or that you’re on the right track romantically.” Soojin explains, her words slowly coming to a stop as everyone turns to look at her in surprise. “What? I know about the universe and stuff!”

“Very interesting,” Soyeon mumbles, giving Soojin a suspicious once-over. “Okay, well, that could be a sign.”

“Yeah, but I also was at a café the other day—the one we work at—and I was buying my usual and Eunji was ringing me up, and she said there was a special promotion on that drink, and the total rang up to $2.22!” You continue, and Soyeon raises her brows.

“Don’t you usually get the brown sugar milk tea boba?” Soyeon asks, and you nod emphatically, widening your eyes to make a point. “But–isn’t that drink, like, five dollars? What discount would make it total $2.22 exactly?”

“See?! That’s not a coincidence!” You yell triumphantly. “And—oh, my God, and—I was sleeping the other night and I woke up humming this song I literally haven’t heard in years.”

“What song was it?” Yuqi asks, sitting forward curiously.

“…It’s called ‘John My Beloved.’” You answer slowly. 

“No way that’s a coincidence.” Yuqi responds, and you snap your fingers and point at her excitedly.

“And it was playing on the radio when I clocked into work at the café that same day!” 

“That’s freaky.” Soojin mumbles, and you nod in agreement.

“It is! I also keep feeling like I’m seeing him everywhere, but whenever I try to get a closer look, he’s gone.” You sigh.

“Well, maybe you are seeing him.” Yuqi suggests, and you frown.

“No chance—he’s been avoiding me like the plague since I rejected his confession.” You say.

“And since you hid from him in the café.” Soyeon adds, and your frown deepens as you slump against the cushions. There’s a moment of sympathetic silence before Soojin tentatively breaks it.

“Well…aren’t you supposed to go to that wedding with him next weekend?” She asks, and you nod hesitantly, wincing at the idea of going to such a romantic event with the man who may or may not be your soulmate after you brutally rejected him.

“Well, if he’s not talking to you, how’s that gonna work?” Soyeon wonders, and you shrug.

“I don’t know. I just know that he already RSVPed to it and put my name down as his plus one, so there’s no backing out.” You mumble. 

“Well, why don’t you confess to him again there?” Soojin suggests.

“I would never upstage someone’s wedding!” You exclaim indignantly, and Soojin rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be in front of everyone,” She answers. “Just pull him aside during the reception and tell him how you feel.”

“Oh…I guess I can do that.” You mutter nervously, and Soyeon reaches over, pulling you into a comforting hug. Yuqi joins in, followed by Soojin, and you all sit there for a moment, embracing each other. “Thanks, you guys.” You say gratefully as they pull away one by one.

“No problem,” Yuqi answers, smiling warmly at you. “Can we continue the movie now? We’re almost done with it.” 

“Sure thing,” You agree, grabbing the remote and pressing play. “No way.”

“What?” Soyeon asks, and you gesture at the screen.

“We paused the movie exactly an hour and eleven minutes in.” You roll your eyes.

“111 means new beginnings,” Soojin supplies helpfully. 

“Thanks, universe! I get it!” You say loudly and a bit sarcastically, looking up at the ceiling. Yuqi follows your gaze.

“What are you looking at?” She asks curiously.

“The universe…” You explain, looking back down at your hands awkwardly. “Like…the sky? The universe?”

“Where else would she look, Yuqi?” Soyeon snickers. “It’s not like the universe is standing specifically in that corner over there.” Soyeon’s too preoccupied with giggling to notice Yuqi’s narrowed eyes in her direction and therefore misses when Yuqi launches a pillow at her, hitting her in the side of the face.

“What was that for?!” 

“Being snarky.” Yuqi sticks her tongue out.

“What are you, a child?” Soyeon retorts, chucking the pillow back at Yuqi.

“Can we play the movie, please?” Soojin cuts the two of them off, and you take the opportunity to press play.

“I’ll get my revenge.” Soyeon mutters.

“Shh!”

“But–”

“Shh!” You whisper, pointing to the television, and she huffs.

“Fine.”

You’re lost in your thoughts, angel numbers and worries running through your mind, when you bump into none other than Johnny, who’s got his attention devoted to a book in his hand.

“Johnny, hey!” You greet slightly breathlessly, and he offers a tight smile in reply, sending an anxious buzz all throughout your body. Your mind is filled with the numbers 222 and, propelled by your faith in the universe, you decide to address your worries. “I’m actually headed to work, so I’ll make this quick,” You speak in a slight rush, and Johnny raises his eyebrows expectantly, a wary expression on his face. “I was thinking about your confession—I haven’t stopped thinking about it, actually—and I wanted to tell you that, um…I accept it.” 

Johnny says nothing, his expression unreadable, so you focus instead on the book in his hands before you continue, the silence quickly becoming unbearable. “I’ve been seeing signs from the universe and they’ve pretty much been telling me that I made a mistake when I told you I wasn’t ready, so—well—now I’m telling you that I am ready and that I think you’re right about us being soulmates.” You feel like you’re rambling, so you force yourself to stop there, tentatively looking up at Johnny when he still doesn’t speak.

You’re not sure what exactly you expected from him, but it definitely wasn’t for his face to be a mix of unimpressed and offended. You blanch at his stony expression, opening and closing your mouth wordlessly before you finally speak. “I’m done now.” You say, wordlessly indicating that it’s Johnny’s turn to speak. When he looks away from you and half-scoffs, half-laughs in disbelief, worry settles in your chest, your bottom lip slipping between your teeth as you nibble it anxiously. “Johnny, please say something.”

“I don’t even know where to start.” He says slowly, his voice flat and guarded. “I mean—first of all, I feel like I deserve something more than an accepted confession that you decided to ‘make quick,’ as if it’s something insignificant you can just say offhandedly.” He sounds almost incredulous, hurt plainly written on his face, and your heart drops in panic. “Secondly—I just—nothing you said just now made it sound like you want to be with me, y’know.” He pauses to laugh in disbelief, clearly offended. “You say the universe has been sending you signs and that you made a ‘mistake’ when you rejected me. Maybe stop looking at this as a mistake to be fixed and realize the gravity of the situation.”

“I do realize the gravity of–” You start, but Johnny silences you with a look. 

“I don’t accept—I don’t know—whatever that was,” He chuckles humorlessly, and your face warms instantly with embarrassment and hurt, and you pray that your eyes don’t start watering at least until he walks away. “I’m sorry, but you didn’t even apologize—how could you think that was even an okay response to my confession?” He asks in confusion, stammering for a moment before continuing on, “I think you should take some time to yourself and think about if this is really what you want, and, if it is, come find me and try this again—preferably with more time and preparation than a brief, rushed exchange, with some indication that you, I don’t know, actually care about me, and—and preferably with some sort of apology for not only rejecting me, but also completely dodging me. Yeah, I saw you that day in the café.” He says, his voice accusatory.

“Johnny, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–” You try to say, but Johnny shakes his head dismissively.

“I have class right now. See you around, I guess.” He mutters, stepping around you and continuing down the sidewalk. You stand there in silent shock, face heated, and tears finally trailing down your cheeks. You wipe them away in a hurry and look down at your phone, noting, with a sad sigh, that it’s 2:22pm.

“I’m sorry about the paper paycheck,” Ms. Adams says with a frown. “Payroll messed up the direct deposit for this pay period, but it should be fixed by the next payday.”

“It’s no problem,” You assure her, smiling comfortingly as you take the check from her hand. 

“I just need you to sign here.” She places a clipboard on the desk and presses a finger to an empty line. “It’s just to confirm we gave you your paycheck.” She explains as you quickly skim the words.

“You got it,” You say, quickly signing your name on the line. You notice the blank spot under your name and realize that Johnny’s name is supposed to go in that space. You frown to yourself, thinking back to the last time you two spoke, which was nothing short of disastrous, and how you conveniently have yet to cross paths again in a whole week and a half.

As if the universe is watching and laughing, you hear Ms. Adams greet someone you can’t see, and your mouth dries as her words register in your head.

“Hello, Johnny! Sorry for the inconvenience with the paper paychecks.” She says, and you slowly turn around, realizing there’s no way to slip out unnoticed. Johnny’s standing a couple of feet away from you, waiting to approach the desk, and he’s looking past you to speak to Ms. Adams.

“Don’t worry about it,” Johnny comforts her with an easygoing smile. “I was coming in to work, anyway.” His gaze moves from behind you to looking directly at you, the ease of his smile slipping slightly as some of the warmth leaves his eyes. He looks uncomfortable more than upset with you, the tall, usually confident male shifting his weight to one foot and rubbing the back of his neck as you two look at each other wordlessly.

“Hi, Johnny.” You mumble nervously, offering a small wave as everything in you screams to avert your gaze.

“Hey,” He greets you just as quietly, shifting his attention to the desk behind you. “I, uh, gotta sign that, right?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah. Yeah, you do.” You answer, handing him the pen. You notice with a pang of sadness that he deliberately avoids touching your hand when he takes the pen from you. “See you later, Ms. Adams.” You bid the elderly woman a goodbye as you move away from the clipboard, and she smiles, waving at you. “Bye, Johnny.” The sadness and unease can’t help but creep into your voice, your face feeling warm and the backs of your eyes stinging as you blink rapidly in an attempt to will away the building urge to cry.

You’re halfway to freedom, the library door in sight, when Johnny calls your name, and you turn hopefully, looking to the left of him in the hopes to conceal the tears that are about to come.

“You’re still coming with me to the wedding this weekend, right?” He asks carefully, and you sniffle as discreetly as possible, nodding with a strained smile.

“A promise is a promise.” You answer, and he nods. If he notices you’re about to cry, he politely chooses not to comment, instead looking down at the floor.

“Cool. I’ll pick you up around noon.” He says.

You shoot him an awkward thumbs up. “Sounds like a plan.” You turn on your heel before he can say another word and speed walk to the exit, the urge to cry thankfully fading. What’s left, however, is a residual discomfort settling deep in your bones and a building uneasiness.

How the hell are you going to get through this wedding with him?

“You got this,” Soojin assures you as you turn and inspect your appearance in the mirror anxiously. “Just take deep breaths and remember that it’s just for a couple of hours.”

“This is going to be the longest day of my life,” You moan in anguish, and she coos sympathetically, coming up behind you to wrap you in a hug.

“I know, I know,” She sighs sadly, resting her head on your shoulder. “But it’ll be over soon, and then you can come home and tell us all about it if you want.”

“Thanks,” You mumble dejectedly, and sigh before releasing her and tugging at the neckline of your dress.

“Oh, stop, you look beautiful.” Soojin assures you, swatting your hands away gently, and you both jolt at the sound of the doorbell ringing. “Oh, it’s noon already?” She mutters in surprise, and you swallow thickly.

“I guess so.” You say quietly, and Soojin looks at you, sympathy and worry written all over her pretty features, before surging forward to hug you tightly once more.

“You got this!” She whispers loudly, and you nod half-heartedly. “If all else fails, text me!” She offers as you head to the front door. 

You shoot her a thumbs up, wipe your slightly sweaty hands on your dress, and open the front door to see Johnny standing there, looking extremely handsome in his suit and emerald green tie.

“Hey,” You smile nervously, and Johnny doesn’t respond for a moment, staring at you with a dazed expression on his face. “…Johnny?”

“Sorry.” He apologizes, blinking several times before he looks more like himself. “You look…stunning.” He compliments, and your smile starts to feel a bit more genuine.

“Thank you,” You say bashfully. “You look very handsome.”

“Thanks.” He smiles, albeit a bit shyly. “You all ready?”

“Yep! Let’s go.” You say, stepping into your heels and grabbing your purse. You step into the hallway and shut the front door behind you, the locks sliding into place as Soojin locks the door from the inside for you. You two walk down the hallway to the elevator and wait quietly, the ding of the arriving elevator breaking the loaded silence. 

“You first,” Johnny offers, gesturing to the open door, and you give him a small smile.

“Thanks.” You step into the elevator and Johnny’s hand drops to the small of your back in a reflexive comforting gesture, his palm hot against the fabric of your dress and setting off a full-bodied warmth and a tentative flurry of butterflies. As if he can feel it too, he removes his hand the very second you’re steady in the elevator, the movement so quick it feels panicked, and averts his gaze entirely as he presses the button to the lobby.

I’ve definitely got my afternoon cut out for me, you think nervously.

viii. “in the end, it’s you.” - astro, always you.

The ceremony is beautiful, the bride a vision in white as her teary-eyed father walks her down the aisle, and the tension lessens between you and Johnny enough for him to squeeze your hand comfortingly when a few tears spill forth.

You don’t entirely feel like admitting to Johnny that the reason you’re crying is not just because of the emotional ceremony, but also because of your worry about the situation between you and him and that you may have fucked up your shot at ending up with your soulmate.

The reception is fun and loud, the personalities of the eclectic newlyweds shining through in the latter half of the event with the upbeat music playing and the overall din of excited, eager chattering amongst the guests. The dance floor is packed with enough people dancing on their own that it feels natural to go in alone, letting the crowd conceal you from Johnny, who’s standing off to the side laughing with some of the groomsmen.

You lose yourself in the music, dancing until your feet are sore—which is quicker than you may have liked, due to the height of your heels. You make your way out of the throng of dancing bodies, sitting down in a chair at an empty table and slipping your heels off partially to give your feet a chance to breathe. 

You’re massaging one of your heels when you hear a tired but happy sigh beside you, and sit up to see the bride sitting next to you with a content smile on her face.

“Congratulations,” You say with a warm smile, her joy infectious.

“Thank you!” She’s breathless, presumably from all the dancing, and she laughs quietly. “It almost doesn’t feel real, y’know?”

“Yeah, I bet,” You agree, chuckling.

“Excuse me for asking, but you came with Johnny, right?” She asks, and you nod. “He and my family go way back; he’s always been such a chill guy, y’know? Really makes people feel at ease when he talks to them.”

“He’s great,” You echo, pushing an unwilling laugh past your lips. The furrow in the bride’s—Hyuna’s, you think, Hyuna is her name—eyebrows comes and goes so quickly you could almost have missed it, and she turns towards you more, cocking her head to the side curiously.

“I don’t mean to pry,” She says carefully, “I really don’t. But that ‘he’s great’ didn’t sound too convincing.” She finishes, and you look at her, balking internally as her questioning eyes search yours.

“He is great,” You assure her in a rush. “I just…think I may have messed up with him a bit.”

“Oh?” She asks curiously, leaning back in her seat as her expression shifts to sympathetic. “He’s a pretty forgiving guy.” Hyuna assures you.

Your laugh is hollow. “I don’t know if he wants to forgive me after what I did.”

“Damn,” Hyuna winces, letting out a low whistle. “What’d you do?”

“It’s no big deal,” You rush to dismiss the topic. “It’s your special day, and I don’t want you worrying about some random guest’s problems.”

“Hm.” She hums thoughtfully. “Did you bring me a wedding gift?” She asks out of the blue, and you grimace uncomfortably.

“…No, no one sent me the registry.” You answer slowly, feeling embarrassed, and she hums again, as thoughtful as before.

“Well, then, for my wedding gift from you, I want you to tell me what’s wrong with you and Johnny so I can try to help fix it.” Hyuna says with a wry smile, and you laugh in surprise, not expecting her words.

“Well,” You start, “Johnny and I think we’re soulmates. He confessed to me, but I freaked out and rejected him, and then it was awkward, and then the universe gave me a bunch of signs—I’m talking angel numbers and strange coincidences—that we’re meant to be together, so I went and confessed to him, but he said my confession didn’t seem sincere enough and felt forced—which, to be honest, it kind of was; I was really nervous and I missed him. Anyway, he turned down my confession and said he wanted me to be sure before I confessed, and now things are really up in the air.” You explain, the words spilling from you in a rush. You realize that you’re not even looking at Hyuna, your gaze instead fixed on one of the name cards on the table, and shift your gaze to look at her sheepishly.

She looks pensive, brows furrowed in thought, and she doesn’t speak for several moments. The music from the dance floor does surprisingly little to conceal the silence growing between you two, and you look down at your hands, fiddling with the clasp on your purse.

“We’re soulmates, you know.” Hyuna finally speaks, breaking the silence. “Hyojong and I.” 

You can’t contain your surprise, gaping at her wordlessly. She laughs good-naturedly at your expression and nods to confirm her words further.

“How did you know?” You ask, the words coming out far more urgently than you mean for them to.

She looks off to the side thoughtfully, a content smile curling her lips. “I think…I think we just kind of knew. We met in a supermarket one day—he bumped into me and dropped a whole container of grapes, and, when I was helping him pick them up, we made eye contact and he smiled, and…I don’t know, it just felt like I was—”

“Home,” You two finish in unison, and she looks back at you with a growing smile. 

“Yeah.” She says softly, and her gaze shifts to look elsewhere. You follow her gaze this time and see that she’s looking at her husband, Hyojong, who’s joined the small group of groomsmen Johnny’s talking to. “I know it sounds sudden, but I mean it; I really just knew. It’s less of a loud confirmation from the universe—no glowing light or disembodied voice, you know? It’s more of a feeling. When you’re together, everything feels right…like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

“Huh,” You mumble quietly, still watching Johnny with the groomsmen. “I think I get it.” As if Hyojong can sense her looking at him, he turns, the newlyweds locking eyes from across the room, and his face lights up as he smiles and waves at Hyuna. You look at Hyuna, who’s smiling fondly and waving back, and back at Hyojong before you feel the urge to shift your gaze to Johnny. 

He’s already looking at you, a small but inviting smile on his lips as he lifts his glass up to you in a silent greeting. You can’t help but smile back, the music fading into the background as you look at each other and practically feel the hope between you two.

“You might want to try again,” Hyuna murmurs in your ear. “Weddings are peak romantic environments.” She nudges you with her shoulder lightheartedly, and you swallow the lump in your throat, looking back at her briefly before nodding.

“What if he rejects me again?” You ask nervously, and Hyuna looks at you, then Johnny, then back at you with a secretive smile. 

“I have a feeling he won’t.” She says with a knowing grin, and you nod again, this nod more intent than the previous one, and slip your heels back on before standing up. You don’t miss the surprised lifting of Johnny’s eyebrows as you walk towards him, your eyes on him and him only. 

“Hey,” You say, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Hey.” His smile is even more inviting up close, filling you with hope and all the resolve you need. 

“Congratulations,” You say to Hyojong, and he smiles with a polite nod.

“Thank you,” He replies, and you return the gesture before looking back up at Johnny. You realize that the music that faded into the background earlier wasn’t fading because of your own budding cinematic moment, but because the DJ was making an announcement, the man saying something about “slowing things down” before a slower song—you recognize it as ‘I Won’t Let You Go’ by GOT7—starts to play.

“Do you wanna dance?” You ask Johnny, and surprise flashes across his expression briefly, quickly replaced by a tentatively playful smile.

“Yeah,” He agrees, and it feels like a weight lifts off of your shoulders as he downs the rest of his drink, sets it down on the table behind him, and offers his arm to you. You take it and you two walk to the dance floor, turning to each other before you link your hands behind his neck and he mirrors your actions, his hands clasping together against the small of your back.

“Are you having a good time?” You ask tentatively, and he nods, smiling.

“Yeah, it was great catching up with my old friends.” He answers, and you smile, relieved he’s in good spirits.

“Was the champagne good? I haven’t tried it yet.” You question, and he gives you a funny look.

“I had ginger ale,” He says after a moment of silence, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I drove, remember?”

“Oh. I mean, I could’ve driven us back,” You reply, shrugging.

“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He dismisses your concerns with a soft shake of his head and a reassuring smile. “Are you having a good time?”

“Yeah,” You assure him, smiling. 

“I saw you talking with Hyuna earlier.” He comments casually, and you swallow as you remember why you called him onto the dance floor to begin with. “Girl talk?”

“Something like that.” You murmur quietly, looking down at his tie and studying the thread work. You feel an anxious breath swelling up inside of you and you let it out slowly, bracing yourself for his reaction to your next words. “They’re soulmates, y’know.”

“Really?” He muses softly, and you nod, still not looking at him. As if the word triggers a shift, his arms tighten ever so slightly around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and you feel hope building inside of you, empowering you to place your head against his chest tentatively. He stiffens for a moment, and you lift your head immediately, an apology already on the tip of your tongue, but he gently presses your head back down on his chest, his hand lingering for a moment against the side of your head like an almost-caress before he brings it back to his other hand and pulls you in even tighter. You feel him sigh and wish you could look up to place the emotion he’s feeling, but he pushes your worries away when you feel the warmth of his cheek against the crown of your head. 

“Yeah, Hyuna told me.” You say, your mind and body now hyper-aware of every movement he makes on even the smallest of scales. “Did you not know?”

“I had my suspicions.” He answers thoughtfully. “Something about them just makes sense on a level that I can’t really explain. It’s also—well…never mind.” He trails off, and you frown, bringing one hand from around his neck to play absentmindedly with his matching dark green pocket square on the breast of his suit. 

“It’s also what?” You press carefully.

He doesn’t respond for a moment, and you almost resign yourself to not receiving a response, instead letting the soft rise and fall of his chest soothe you as he breathes. 

“It’s also the way they look at each other.” He explains finally, and you hum in acknowledgement as you process his words. “Something about it feels so sure, so comfortable. It’s like they’ve known each other for lifetimes.”

It’s like the way we used to look at each other, you think, but you keep that thought locked up tight in your chest. However, the way that Johnny’s holding you, like he’s scared to lose you—no…like he refuses to lose you—fills you with a reassurance and emboldens you to heed Hyuna’s advice, silently praying with the universe for a more favorable outcome than last time, because, truthfully? At this point you’re not sure you can even take another rejection.

“Johnny?” You say nervously, picking your head up from his chest and looking up at him with a worried frown.

“Mhm?” He looks back at you with curious eyes and, if you’re not mistaken, there’s hope twinkling in them. 

“I am so sorry.” You apologize sincerely. “I’m sorry for everything; how I responded to your confession, how I tried to confess to you, for avoiding you and just for how I’ve been acting in general,” Your words come out a bit hurriedly, and concern furrows Johnny’s brows as he moves to speak. “Just—wait one second, I really want to say this.” You request, and he nods in understanding, wordlessly allowing you to continue. “I was really scared, you know.” You explain. “I never—I mean never—thought I would be someone lucky enough to have a soulmate. So I was waiting for some sort of sign, I think. Some sort of grand gesture from the universe to tell me that it would be okay to fall recklessly, that we were meant to be together forever in this lifetime…and the next ones after this.

“I was talking to Hyuna earlier, and she helped me realize that there is no grand sign. It’s just a feeling you get, and…Johnny, I have never felt more at home in this world than when we’re together. Even right now, with the awkwardness going on between us—I feel so safe when I’m with you, and I think that’s what this whole soulmate thing is all about.” Your voice cracks on the last syllable as tears fill your eyes, and Johnny reaches up, almost without thinking, to wipe away the first tear that falls.

“I don’t wanna sound corny or anything, but I get it now, I think. Love is scary. It’s a sacrifice of sorts, and it happens very much on purpose. It’s a purposeful choice that you make every day, where you choose to reveal the part of yourself that you don’t let other people see…and you choose to let someone in and let them tinker around in there, choosing to trust that they won’t hurt you. So, I guess,” You let out a small, nervous laugh as another tear falls, and you avert your gaze, “what I’m really trying to say is that I truly believe you’re my soulmate, and even if, by some fluke of the universe, you’re not, that I still would like to, uh…let you in and let you tinker around. And maybe, if you forgive me and still feel the same way, you could let me in, too.” As your last words leave you, you can’t help but feel an immense weight lifting off of your shoulders, an exhilarated smile coming to your face as you laugh breathlessly. 

It takes you a moment to realize that you’re not looking at Johnny, your gaze actually trained unwaveringly on his shoulder, and you tentatively shift your gaze to his face, your heart in your throat. “I’m done now.” You announce in a small voice, and Johnny chuckles, the sound so fond that you feel you could collapse against his broad chest, trusting entirely that he would catch you.

“Can I say my piece now?” He smiles down at you playfully with his brows raised curiously, and you nod quickly, laughing despite your nerves.

“Please.”

He doesn’t say much. “Great,” He murmurs, and he’s dipping you low and pressing his lips to yours so eagerly and fervently that it takes your breath away. His arms wind around your waist so tightly that you couldn’t move if you tried—not that you want to, anyway—and you wrap your arms around his neck even tighter, a small sob of relief escaping you as he presses kiss after kiss to your uncontrollable, unwavering, positively radiant smile. 

“I would be honored to love you on purpose,” He says through a brilliant smile that rivals your own. “My heart is open for you, whenever you’re ready to head on in.” He jokes, and a giggle bubbles up inside of you like the champagne you have yet to taste, leaving you positively drunk on ecstasy as you laugh in delight. It’s not really that funny, but you’re so damn happy that you can’t stop, your laughter spurring Johnny’s own, and you two stand in the middle of the dance floor, laughing, swaying, and very, very in love.

“I’ll get it!” You announce when you hear the doorbell ring, springing up from the couch and heading for the door. When you open it to Johnny’s tall frame in the doorway, you smile at him and lean up to press your lips to his in a quick but sweet greeting kiss. “Hi,” You murmur against his smiling lips.

“Hi,” He replies warmly, moving in for one more kiss before straightening back up. He peers past you briefly before he leans closer and whispers, “Can I be real with you?”

“Always.”

“I had to hype myself up in the mirror before I left to come here.” He confesses, and you raise your brows in surprise.

“Why?” You can’t help but laugh fondly.

“I need the approval of your friends,” He whispers back emphatically, and you roll your eyes, an amused smile quirking the corners of your lips.

“You’ll be fine,” You assure him. “Wanna know how I know?”

“Yes, please.”

“Firstly, you could probably charm a houseplant if you put your mind to it.” You say truthfully, and he snickers. “Secondly, I made them promise to be on their best behavior. Thirdly, and possibly most importantly—you brought the food,” You finish, taking said bags of food from his hand and smiling, “and we love food.”

“Okay…” Johnny says more so to himself before perking up. “Okay. I got this.”

“You sure do.” You assure him, patting his chest comfortingly before dropping your hand to link it with his. 

“Stop hogging your boyfriend!” Soyeon calls out loudly from the living room and you roll your eyes, tugging him after you. “Come to mama,” She says excitedly, rubbing her hands together, and you stop short, glaring at her in offended disbelief. “Why’d you stop?” She complains.

“What did you just say?” You say carefully, and Soyeon’s brows furrow as she looks at you with a confused look on her face. As if something clicks into place, her eyes widen in alarm and she puts her hands up defensively.

“I meant the food!” She explains quickly, and you pause, embarrassed.

“Oh…right. Sorry…that’s my bad.” You chuckle sheepishly, leaning forward and placing the bags of food on the coffee table. “Everyone, this is Johnny.” You say proudly and turn to Johnny, nudging him gently with your elbow. “Say hi, Johnny.”

“Hi,” He gives a small wave, smiling politely. “Soyeon…Soojin…and Yuqi.” Johnny looks at each of them in turn before turning to look at you expectantly. “Right?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” Soojin says happily before reaching into the bags on the table in search of her food. You head towards the couch, Johnny in tow, and settle into your favorite spot, patting the space next to you invitingly. He sits down and drapes his arm over the back of the couch and around your shoulders, relaxing slightly when you lean against his chest.

“Hey, now that there’s an odd number of us,” Yuqi says, gesturing to the five of you, “I think we can actually vote on a movie this time.”

“I didn’t even think of that,” Soyeon pauses her rifling through the bags of food to acknowledge Yuqi. “I propose we watch something to make Johnny feel comfortable. Like, uh, an action movie or something.”

“I’m actually a rom-com fan.” He admits sheepishly, and Soyeon pauses, pleasantly surprised.

“You’re gonna fit in just fine, Johnny.” Soojin says with a comforting smile, and Johnny chuckles, unable to hide his relief.

“So, I hear you’re into photography.” Yuqi says, attempting to make conversation.

“Oh, yeah, I dabble.” Johnny replies casually, shrugging. 

“Great! That means you can help whenever we need to take Instagram photos,” Soyeon insinuates with an innocent smile which widens when Johnny nods readily. “You’re a godsend; Soojin’s a terrible photographer.” She jabs her thumb over her shoulder in Soojin’s direction, and Soojin splutters indignantly.

“I am not! Maybe you’re just not very photogenic.” She retorts defensively, and Soyeon stares at her with a deadpan expression.

“I’ll flip all this shit over right now.”

“If you do, you’re cleaning it and buying us new food.” Yuqi threatens, and Soyeon sits back in her chair, rolling her eyes. 

“You’re lucky I hate cleaning,” Soyeon mutters petulantly. “And buying things.”

“You love buying things,” You correct, “just not with your own money.”

“You got me there,” She chuckles, apparently already over her spat with Soojin.

“How does ‘Crazy, Stupid, Love’ sound?” Yuqi proposes, gesturing to the television with the remote. 

“I’m down,” You agree.

“Me too,” Johnny echoes.

“Sounds good,” Soojin and Soyeon say in unison before turning to look at each other in surprise.

The four of you sit in stunned silence, Johnny looking around at each of you questioningly.

“What am I missing?” He chuckles curiously.

“We never agree on a movie on the first try.” Soyeon says, letting out an incredulous laugh. “Maybe Johnny’s a good luck charm.”

“He’s my good luck charm,” You interject, shuffling closer to him. “Get your own.”

“Sure thing,” Soyeon replies easily. “Johnny, do you have hot, single friends?”

“I do,” He agrees, nodding with a smile, and Soyeon smiles mischievously.

“I will snag one.”

“Good luck with that,” Soojin snorts in amusement, and Soyeon turns to look at her suspiciously, her right cheek bulging slightly with food.

“What does that mean?” Her voice is a bit garbled from the bite she’s just taken, and Soojin grimaces.

“Oh, God.” Yuqi mumbles, rubbing a hand over her face in exasperation.

“Maybe work on chewing with your mouth closed like a polite member of society before you try and snag anyone.” Soojin replies with a taunting smile. 

“I know where you sleep.”

“I know where you sleep!”

“Well, bring it on!” Soyeon exclaims dramatically, and you sigh, rubbing your temples.

“This is their best behavior?” Johnny murmurs in your ear curiously, not even trying to hide his amusement.

“I think,” You say carefully, making sure he can hear you over Soojin and Soyeon as they start to go back and forth, “that they forgot about that.” 

“I see.” He chuckles. “At this rate, I don’t think we need a movie.”

“Don’t let them hear you say that,” Yuqi chimes in as quietly as possible from her spot on your other side. 

“Seriously,” You agree. “They like you as it is right now; don’t test it.”

“Noted.” He nods with a serious expression, and you chuckle. You catch Yuqi’s eye in your peripheral vision, and she makes a point of gesturing to Johnny with her eyes and offering you a silent thumbs up of approval. You beam proudly and turn towards Johnny, tilting your head up to speak quietly in his ear.

“You passed the vibe check.” You inform him, and his smile mirrors your own as he turns to look at you.

“Yeah?” He can’t hide his excitement, squeezing you in closer to him. 

“Told you you’d be fine,” You remind him. He presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering on the spot as he hums in acknowledgement.

Even with the chaos of Soyeon’s and Soojin’s background bickering and Yuqi’s visibly dwindling patience, you feel nothing but bliss and relief as your two worlds unite comfortably.

ix. “i’ll go wherever it leads me to you.” - saya, take me on.

Your music is playing on the speakers in the kitchen, the melody of ‘Take Me On’ by SAya filling the room, and you hum along pleasantly, slowly stirring the pot of chili soup you’re making. You feel Johnny before you see or hear him, the lifting feeling in your heart spreading through your body until you feel practically as light as air, and you feel about as giddy as a schoolgirl with a crush as his arms wind around your waist slowly, his lips pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Hi,” He sighs happily into your hair.

“Hi, John.” You smile and turn your head up towards him for a kiss, your smile widening when he meets your lips in a short, sweet peck. “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” He answers easily, swaying you two from side to side gently as you return your attention to the soup you’re making. “I missed you when I woke up.” You can hear the frown in his voice without even looking up, and you snicker fondly.

“I was wondering when you’d wake up,” You reply. “You’re just in time, though—the soup’s almost done.” You inform him, and he makes a sound of interest, leaning down and opening his mouth expectantly. “It’s hot, Johnny.” You laugh, and he furrows his brows.

“I’ll blow on it!” He promises, and you roll your eyes playfully before offering him a spoonful, taking it from the top of the liquid in the hopes that it’ll cool down faster. He blows on it far too quickly before taking the spoon into his mouth, his face screwing up in pain as he swallows and exhales repeatedly and rapidly. “Hot!”

“If only you’d had some sort of warning, perhaps,” You say sarcastically, both amused and concerned. He barely unwinds himself from you as he reaches for a cup from the cabinet and leans over to fill it with tap water, shooting you a playfully wounded look as water runs into the cup. He takes a few desperate gulps, audibly swallowing several times before setting the cup down with a sigh of relief. “Better?”

“Much,” He answers, his pleasant smile back on his face. “Before I almost burned my tastebuds off, I did actually taste it,” Johnny says, bringing himself down so his face is by yours.

“Mhm, and?” You press, expectant and hopeful as you wait to hear his reaction.

“It’s delicious!” He chirps, and you beam, relief flooding through you. ”And it’s my favorite,” He adds, squeezing you tighter.

“Yeah,” You echo, feeling slightly bashful.

“You’re too good to me,” Johnny sighs dreamily, kissing your cheek with an obnoxiously loud sound before straightening back up. “I’m not complaining, though—by all means, keep it up.”

“Aren’t you charming?” You remark drily, and he pulls you away from the stove, turning you around to face him and smiling down at you.

“Very,” He agrees with a wiggle of his brows. There’s a moment of comfortable silence, and then Johnny speaks again. “Y’know, I find it so much easier to be in your apartment now that your friends know and approve of me.” He comments.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah; I was kind of worried they wouldn’t like me.” He admits sheepishly, and you move to turn around, an indignant exclamation on the tip of your tongue, but he holds you fast and firm.

“Johnny,” You say, amused, “who in their right mind wouldn’t like you?”

“Some people might think I’m a lot to handle.”

“Well, I don’t think you’re a lot. Also, I’m a lot, so my friends are obviously used to it.”

“You’re not a lot,” Johnny protests, and you roll your eyes with a laugh.

“You have to say that; you’re my soulmate.”

“Yeah, I am,” He sighs dreamily. “I’m still getting used to that, you know; it’s so exciting.”

“It really is,” You agree, nodding. “I still find it kind of hard to believe that the universe picked me out of billions of people. Like, I never even win those scratch-off lottery tickets,” You stammer, Johnny laughing fondly as you continue, “and yet, I have a whole ass soulmate.”

“Yeah,” He hums thoughtfully. “What was the word you used that day at the wedding? Lucky?”

“Yep; but I’m feeling very lucky right about now.” You smile.

“Oh, yeah? What a lucky coincidence,” Johnny comments casually. “I’m also very lucky.” He moves so you can see his face and looks at you expectantly. When you remain silent, confused, he rolls his eyes and shakes you gently. “Ask me why.”

“Why are you lucky, Johnny?” You ask, playing along, and his smile widens. 

“I am lucky because I have someone as wonderful as you loving me.” He answers, and heat blooms in your cheeks as you avert your gaze shyly. He ducks down so you two are looking at each other once more before he says, “I am also very happy.” He blinks at you pointedly until you catch onto his silent urging.

“Why are you happy, Johnny?” 

“I am happy because I get to love you for the rest of our lifetimes,” He replies, moving his lips to your ear and whispering, “entirely on purpose.”

“You are so…” You trail off, shaking your head and laughing in mild disbelief.

“Romantic? Sweet? Lovely? Charismatic?” He supplies, and you blink up at him wordlessly.

“All of the above,” You answer, and he grins, leaning down to press his lips to yours once more. “Now let me finish the soup, please.” You carefully turn yourself around in his embrace to give your attention to the soup once more.

“Only if I can stay right here,” He reasons, and you shrug.

“Go ahead.”

The vibrations of his chest soothe you as he hums along to your playlist and sticks to his word, staying put right behind you and pressing small kisses to the top of your head.

x. “oh, i know i belong to you.” - eric nam, the night.

“Johnny, are we almost there?” You ask curiously, laughing as you tentatively walk forward.

“Yes, stop being so impatient,” Johnny laughs with you, keeping one hand firmly placed over your hands, which are cupped over your eyes. “And…we’re…here!” He announces proudly, removing his hand from your hands, which you remove from over your eyes.

You blink a few times to adjust to the lighting outside, your eyes finally landing on the blanket laid out on the grass under a tree, a smile coming to your face when you turn to face Johnny and he holds up a picnic basket excitedly.

“Surprise!” He’s practically bouncing in place, excitement radiating off of him. “I got your favorite,” He says, opening the wicker basket and letting you look inside to see the familiar packaging of your favorite order from the Korean barbecue chicken store you and your roommates always go to. 

“Oh,” You say softly, smiling so widely you’re surprised the sound even makes it out undistorted.

“And I got your favorite drink,” He adds, setting the basket down on the picnic blanket and reaching into it to pull out your order from the café you work at. You stammer uselessly for a moment, looking at his happy, proud expression and beaming so brightly you fear your cheek muscles will start to ache. “Did I do a good job?” He asks hopefully, and you can only nod vigorously, cupping his face and pulling him down to your height, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him sweetly. 

He wraps his arms around your waist immediately, holding you tightly as you two stand there kissing, humming appreciatively as you two part.

“You did a wonderful job, Johnny.” You assure him sincerely, and he puffs his chest out proudly.

“Awesome. Let’s eat before the food gets cold.” He urges, walking you both onto the blanket and releasing you so you can both sit down. He hands you your food and a fork and takes out his food, opening the lid and promptly spearing a piece of chicken and taking a bite. You do the same, closing your eyes happily as you chew, until the feeling of eyes on you makes you reopen them to see Johnny watching you expectantly as he chews. “Good?”

“Perfect,” You correct, and he smiles proudly, eyes crinkling as he returns his attention to his food. The two of you eat in a peaceful silence, surrounded by the sounds of nature and people casually passing through the park you’re seated in, before Johnny speaks.

“I have another surprise,” He announces, covering his food back up and springing to his feet.

“Wh-Where are you going?” You laugh. 

“I gotta get the other surprise!” He explains, turning on his heel and dashing to the edge of the sidewalk where his car is parked. He opens the door to the backseat and sticks his head in, presumably looking for said surprise.

“Johnny–”

“Got it!” He exclaims, emerging from the car and shutting the door, the car beeping as he locks it on his way back to you, and you see a metal box in his hand, your head tilting to the side curiously.

“What is it?” You ask, confused, and Johnny sits back down, opening the box. You peer inside curiously to see a few envelopes and a notebook and look up at him questioningly.

“It’s going to be,” Johnny explains, “a time capsule!” At your still lost expression, he adds, “I thought that, in the next lifetime, if one of us is—or both of us are—skeptical about soulmates, we can write our future selves letters right now explaining everything. That way, it’ll be easier to find each other.” He finishes with a bright smile, and you feel your lips curling up into a smile that appears entirely out of your control.

“That’s such a good idea,” You praise him, and if you thought he looked proud before, it’s nothing compared to now. 

“I know, right?” He chuckles, pulling out the notebook and neatly tearing out a page, setting it on his box of chicken before handing you the notebook and a pen from the box. “You can lean on the notebook,” He offers, and you chuckle, adjusting yourself so you can write better.

“What a gentleman.” You murmur with a smile, and he grins. You two fall back into silence as you write your letters to your future selves, and you finish before Johnny, lifting your head to see him still bent over his paper. “I’m done,” You announce, leaning forward and plucking one of the envelopes from the box. You fold your letter up and place it in the envelope, writing your name on the front and sealing it before placing it back in the box.

“Done!” Johnny sits up and takes an envelope from the box, putting his letter inside and sealing it, writing his name carefully on the envelope and setting it down beside yours. “I was also thinking that, uh, we could write each other letters—like to our future selves, too.”

“You’re so romantic,” You tease, nudging him with your knee, and he smiles, showing the first hint of bashfulness you’ve seen from him all day as he rubs at the back of his neck.

“Thanks.” He chuckles shyly. You remove another sheet of paper from the notebook in your lap and hand it to him before hunching over your paper and starting to write, silence befalling you two once more as you focus on writing.

Dear Future Johnny,

This might be confusing to read, and hopefully you’re not alone when you find this, but I’m your future soulmate. In the lifetime I’m writing this in, that fact was very hard for me to grasp, so I can only hope you—and future me—can handle this better than I did.

I—past me, the one writing this—love you, Johnny. To be perfectly honest, I love you so much that it’s actually a little scary. I know the universe picked us out for each other, but I will make the conscious decision to love you every day that you let me, for years and lifetimes and future existences to come. 

I’m going to keep this short, because the idea of writing this letter was kind of sprung on me and I don’t have all the words I want to say to you, but I hope we find each other soon in your current lifetime and that every moment we spend together is filled with love and comfort and happiness.

A worrying thought pushes to the forefront of your mind as you’re sealing your letter to future Johnny, the question practically burning inside of you while you write Johnny’s name on the front, doodling hearts around his name absentmindedly.

“Johnny?” 

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up from his paper, still writing.

“What if we don’t find each other in the next life?” You ask, worry creeping into your voice. Johnny looks up at you with a concerned expression, gesturing for you to elaborate. “Like—what if we never make it back to this spot exactly? What if we’re not even born in this area—this country, hell, this continent—” Johnny silences you by reaching his arm out for you to come sit by him, and you do just that, letting him embrace you and kiss the side of your head.

“I don’t think the universe would let that happen.” He answers confidently, and you look at him to see that he’s already looking back. “I think we’ll always find our way back to each other.”

“Yeah?” You mumble, already comforted by both his words and the absolute faith he has in them.

“Yeah.” He confirms.

“You’re just on your game today,” You chuckle. “I mean, with the date, and the time capsule and letters—” You crane your head to peek at Johnny’s paper, which he covers immediately.

“Be patient, nosy.” He teases, and you smile and nod, bringing your food into your lap and continuing to eat as he finishes up his letter. “Okay, I’m done.” He says, relieved as he places his now sealed envelope with your name in the box.

“Are you gonna bury it?” You ask curiously, and he nods before a frown makes its way to his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot a shovel.” He answers, sighing.

“It’s okay!” You comfort him, squeezing his hand and nudging his side with your shoulder. He leans into your touch and a smile slowly replaces his frown.

“Yeah, I can just bury it some other time, right?” He asks, and you nod encouragingly.

“Exactly. Now, if I were you, I’d finish my food before the ants get to it first.”

“Ew.” He shudders, and you snort in amusement.

“Exactly.”

xi. “swear i feel you in my memory; i think i’ve seen you in my dreams. maybe you and i have history, but i don’t think you know me.” - sarah barrios & eric nam, have we met before?

You’re out on a walk with your dog, strolling through your neighborhood, when suddenly your dog freezes, her whole body stiffening. Before you can even hypothesize what she’s picked up on, she’s pulling you after her towards a grassy area in the park across the street that, if you’re being truthful, feels oddly familiar. 

“W–What are you up to, you silly girl?” You laugh as your dog continues practically dragging you forward on her leash. She’s a girl on a mission as she reaches the grassy area and sniffs around the large tree. “Did you just really want to pee here or something?” You mumble, confused, but she only creates more questions in your mind as she sniffs at the ground and starts frantically digging. “What on Earth could you be looking for?” You mutter to yourself, genuinely baffled because she’s never really been the type of dog to love digging holes. 

Shortly into your dog’s digging frenzy, you can hear her paws scraping against something that’s most definitely not dirt or anything natural, and you move closer to see what she’s found, your brows furrowing in confusion and surprise as something metal glints back at you. You crouch down and dust off the item, eyes widening when you make out the words “Time Capsule” printed clearly on what appears to be a metal box.

You pull the box out and set it on the grass, gingerly undoing the latches and opening it. You see four letters, two of which, to your complete and utter surprise, have your name on them in two different handwritings, and the other two are addressed to “Johnny” in the same handwritings.

“What the hell?” You mumble in confusion, sitting down on the grass in front of the capsule and picking up one of the letters with your name on it. “I don’t remember writing this.” You trail off nervously, staring down at what is unmistakably your handwriting. “And who is Johnny?” You open the letter with trembling hands and your heart in your throat, not sure what to expect.

Dear Future Me,

If you’re reading this, then congratulations! You found your way back to the Time Capsule. I don’t know how you found this spot again, but if you had help, make sure you give them a big thank you.

You pause to give your dog a kiss and she sits down as if she’s completed her job, settling her head in your lap.

This letter was written by you, but you from the past—a past life, to be exact. I’ll keep it brief, as I’m writing this on a date with our soulmate and want to get back to spending time with him.

“Soulmate?” You mutter, amused. “There’s no way I have a soulmate.”

I know you must be thinking that there’s no way we have a soulmate. But we do. The odds are a million to one, and we just so happen to be one of those ones.

“Holy shit.”

If you found this and you haven’t found your soulmate yet, he can’t be too far behind. The universe will always find a way to bring you two together.

“Hey—down, girl!” You hear a male voice call, and a ball of white fluff launches itself at your dog, your shriek of alarm going unnoticed by the two dogs who sniff each other’s behinds and promptly start playing with each other, restricted only by your respective grips on their leashes. “Sorry about that, she never does this.” The male apologizes, and you raise a hand to your brow to shield your gaze from the sun as you look up at him.

You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen this man before, so why does his smile feel like you’re coming home after an incredibly long journey?

In a moment of what can only be divine intervention, you open your mouth and blurt out, “Johnny?”

His eyes widen almost imperceptibly before he looks at you with mild confusion. “Yes; have we met before?”

“Yes, but—well, it’s kind of complicated.” You mutter, laughing under your breath. “But I think these are for you.” You reach into the time capsule and hand Johnny the letters with his name on it, watching as his brows shoot up into his hairline. 

“What the hell?” He mumbles, moving to sit down beside you. For the first couple of moments as he reads, you take the opportunity to finish reading your own letter from your past self.

I’m genuinely hoping with all my heart that this letter helps you not be as foolish as I was in this lifetime; let Johnny in. Let him love you. I promise you won’t regret it. 

Finally finished, you fold the letter back up and put it back in its envelope before returning your attention to Johnny. To your wonder, you can’t help but study his handsome features as he reads, from the slope of his nose to the flutter of his lashes to the heart-shaped pucker of his lips, and his large, broad stature with large hands that, if you’re honest, aren’t exactly helping you pay attention to the situation at hand.

You’re drawn out of your daze by Johnny calling your name almost experimentally, and you feel a tingling rush of…fulfillment throughout your body as you realize you love the sound of your name in his mouth and want him to say it again and again and again.

“This is unreal,” He laughs, and you can’t help but join in, shrugging as you’re at a loss for words.

“What did your letter say?” You ask, and he clears his throat, looking back down at the letter.

“Dear Future Johnny,

“This might sound crazy, but I’m writing this to you from one of our past lives. You might think this is some kind of fluke, but I promise you it’s not. 

“If you haven’t already, you are about to get the opportunity to fall for the love of our life all over again, and I hope it’s every bit as exciting as you want it to be. She’s strong, smart, funny, kind, beautiful, and all yours to love.

“I’m hoping you didn’t stumble upon these letters alone; if you did, just hang tight and wait for our soulmate; the universe will bring you two together soon enough.

Be patient with her; if she’s anything like our love in this life, she’s hesitant to love and scared. Love her with all of your heart and show her she’s safe with us.” 

Johnny finishes reading, and you rub at your cheeks in the hopes to dissipate some of the warmth that built up while Johnny read out the compliments about you from past Johnny.

“You have a very nice reading voice,” You mumble shyly, and he grins.

“Thank you. So,” He draws the syllable out. “Soulmates, huh?”

“Guess so.” You say softly, nibbling at your bottom lip to mask the excited smile that threatens to grow. 

“Then I guess we should get to know each other a little bit better, yeah?” He chuckles, and you nod, the gesture far too eager for your liking. “Wanna get something to eat and hang out?” He asks as he stands up and reaches a hand out to help you up. 

You murmur in agreement and take his hand gratefully, an unexpected gasp slipping out from you as a storm of butterflies builds up in your stomach almost instantly. 

When the feeling has ebbed enough for you to focus on reality, you notice that Johnny’s eyes are glazed over slightly as he regards you and it makes you wonder—has he just had the same experience as you?

“You alright?” Johnny asks with a warm, curious smile.

You return his smile. “Never better.”

xii. “my answer is you.” - exo, my answer.

To My Love,

I practiced what I’d write here, but I think my nerves are making me forget everything. So I’ll just say some things I know to be true. 

We are soulmates.

As sure as the sun will rise and set, I will love you.

I promise to be your safe place in every lifetime we spend together.

You may be scared, and I get it. The universe works in mysterious ways. I promise to be by your side through it all.

I will choose to love you in the little ways and in the big; from knowing your boba order, to wiping your tears away, to slow dancing with you in the kitchen, and everything in between.

Every day I find something new I love about you, like the way you sound when you laugh at my jokes or the way you tie your hair back.

We go together well. I love making dumb jokes and you love laughing at them. I’m calm when you panic, you’re responsible and grounded when I’m in my devil-may-care moments. We balance each other out, I believe, and the universe gave us to each other as a blessing.

If you get scared again, I will wait for you in this next lifetime and every one after that. 

I am in love with everything that you are, have been, and will ever be.

I can’t wait to fall in love with you all over again.

See you in the next life,

Johnny (your soulmate)

You smile widely as you reread the letter you pore over every time you need a pick-me-up, so enamored with your lover’s words that you don’t hear him padding up to you from behind.

“I was wondering where you ran off to.” Johnny murmurs, voice hushed due to the late hour.

“Was just reading your letter to Future Me again.” You sigh happily, leaning against the edge of the windowsill. The moonlight that had previously illuminated the page you were reading is now gracing the floor, shadows of the swaying trees outside dancing in the light. 

“Again? It’s so cheesy,” Johnny shudders with a laugh, moving closer to you and opening his arms for you. You step into his embrace, his warmth and comforting scent surrounding you as he sighs blissfully, holding onto you like he’ll never let go. “I’m way more composed now,” He sounds petulant and you snicker.

“John.”

“Hm.”

“Are you pouting?”

“No.” He lies.

“You are a grown man.”

“All I’m saying is that you could get way smoother lines from me now.” He defends, and laughter spills from you before you can stop it.

“Johnny, I don’t need ‘smooth.’ I like you rough around the edges. It’s more vulnerable and touching that way.” You explain, looking up at him and resting your chin on his chest. He looks down to meet your gaze, a smile slowly creeping onto his face.

“Okay,” He relents. He looks up and past you to the window and you follow his gaze, looking out to see that it’s started to rain. “Hey,” Johnny murmurs excitedly, grinning when you turn to look at him. “Wanna go out and kiss in the rain?” 

“Really?” You laugh, surprised, and he nods, slipping his fingers between yours and pulling you towards the front door. “At least let me change out of my slippers!”

“I’m being spontaneous and romantic!” He whisper-yells back at you. 

As he pulls you out of the door, you whiz past the analog clock on the wall, catching, at the very last moment, that it’s 2:22am.

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[agust-june]

Take My Breath

Johnny x black reader

Summary: Johnny knows how beautiful you are but he doesn't want to admit he wants to be more than fuck buddies.

Genre: fuck buddies to lovers late 70s early 80s

Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex, cursing, arguing, Johnny grabbing you and slamming you against the wall. This is smut and it's nasty. This is not for minors.

A/n: This is based on a dream I had about being in the 80s at a disco club then making Johnny jealous and doing coke, but I didn't add it for obvious reasons. I wanna thank @neocitycollectives for helping me! As well as @multifandomslxt the both of you really inspired me and your words really helped me into posting this. I hope yall like this!

The year was unknown to you as the hot air filled the club, and the blue strobe lights glowed above you. You were happy as your male friend grabbed you, pulling you to dance with him. As your body moves in the dark club, you are being watched under the strobe light. Johnny looks at you in the middle of the floor, the smile you had on your face as you danced or grinded against his friend Jaehyun. He taps his glass of whiskey, thinking of ways for you to end up in his bed. Waiting for you to slip up to punish you later. You were already wearing his favorite dress, and your hair was in full thick curls. Meanwhile, your makeup was slightly smudged. But you didn't care. You were high on the feeling of the music running through your ears. The way your hips swayed and moved to the beat was mesmerizing to most of the men there. Not only that, but you were a beautiful black woman. To Johnny, it was unfortunate that trouble always finds beautiful women like you, even innocent ones.

You stop dancing as your head begins to spin. The man behind you kept moving as you stood there and locked eyes with Johnny who was coming onto you. You smirk and turn around continuing the dance as another man comes behind you completely trapping you into your arms. You looked at the man behind you. He was tall with blonde hair. He looked pretty hot. Eventually the guy behind you starts getting handsy touching your breasts and kissing your neck. Your eyes are trying to find Johnny, and when you isn't happy. His eyes glaring at you from the dark sent shivers down your spine, turning you on.

"My name is Jaehyun," the guy says. You moan as the man finds your weak spot on your neck. His grip on your neck was tight, but you liked it, closing your eyes as you let him do whatever he wanted.

"You like that baby?" He asks, making you nod, kissing you more. You can feel his bulge pressed against your ass, his hands running up and down your body. You moan as his hands go up your dress and into your panties.

"Do you want this baby? Am I turning you on?" He asks, but you have no answer as your thoughts go to one man and one man only. As you turn to look for Johnny, who was heading towards the exit. You move the guy's hand off you and push him away.

"Sorry, but I'm already spoken for," you say, walking away, going to the same exit. While in the halls, you see Johnny's tall figure turn the corner immediately and you run to catch up with him. You follow him outside as he goes to the hotel across the street. When you catch up to him, he goes into the elevator.

"Johnny-

"Shut the fuck up" the tone in his voice made you go silent for a minute.

"Why? Did you not like my show?" You tease him walking around him almost pacing.

"You think you're hot shit huh?" Johnny pokes his tongue into his cheek trying to keep a cool head on. Jealousy was a pain in his ass as he remembered how you looked.

"Think? Oh honey I know I am. I mean you saw the way Jaehyun wanted to fuck me right?" Of course you'd bring it up to stir him up. The grin on your face said it all.

"Well congratulations! Go fuck him then."

"Is that what you want? Or are you mad it wasn't you?"

"What game are you playing?" Johnny asks knowing the answer he didn't want to admit.

"Same one as you"

"Y/n I'm warning you-

"Or what? Just admit it! You want me to be your girl. You wanna keep me to yourself right?" The words yes was screaming on the tip of his tongue. Johnny looked up at the elevator lights. Thinking to himself and to God trying not to think about hurting you in the worst of ways.

"We're just fucking and that's all it is"

"Okay then you don't get upset. In fact let me go back to see if Jaehyun can hit this" you try pressing the elevator doors to open but Johnny decides to speak.

"I don't see why? He's not gonna be better than me?"

"He sure felt bigger than you" you argue back making Johnny cackle.

"Stop"

"His fingers were good too, almost made me cum-" Johnny slams you against the wall, shaking you from your senses. The look in his eyes was pure rage. Tears well up into your eyes scared and you realize you went too far. You were about to apologize but Johnny cut the words from you before you could speak.

"Shut the fuck up. You wanna play games fine. You can screw any man you want but you're not gonna be satisfied. You're gonna end up in my bed being my good slut." His words gritting against his teeth like venom but not a moment after he shoves his lips against yours. You don't even fight it letting his tongue into your mouth roaming around it into your throat. Like a starved man on his last meal, he wasn't letting you breathe. You couldn't move you couldn't touch him. When he did let go he caught his breath before immediately going back to kiss you. He wouldn't let you touch him even when he went to pull your panties off he held both your wrists with one hand.

"You wanna be slut out fine. But don't act like my dick wasn't what you thought about while dancing with him. That's why you followed me right?" You let out a whimper as he shoved his fingers inside you, your hips immediately moving against his fingers. They were so thick filling you up but it wasn't enough you needed his dick.

"Wanted me to snap and manipulate me into whatever the hell you want. You think you can just come in here soaking wet for me and act like I'm not fucking you good?" Your mind was flooded with nothing but him. The moans you made was responding to his words. He unbuckled his pants made you get on your knees. He didn't even wait the moment you opened your mouth the way he wanted his dick was in your mouth. Johnny lets out a groan as you take his dick into your mouth. Talking dirty about how well you take his cock. His hand on the back of your head as he looks up at the lights getting lost into pleasure. His hips relentlessly fucking tour mouth making you gag on him. He stops as soon as he feels you push up looking down you. You immediately push back sending his eyes back calling you a slut. You liked it when he got rough you liked giving him head too. His hands gripping your hair feeling the coils forming once more. Sucking him off desperately wanting him to cum and he almost does. When his cock twitches in your mouth Johnny hisses before pulling you off. You don't hear him but you feel him picking, wrapping your legs around him and using the elevator for support. He's kissing you again this time it was more tender your lips

"Screw you. And screw this game you're fucking mine. You've been mine since I met you fucking slut" you sob loudly as Johnny enters inside you filling you up to the hilt. You were so wet Johnny slid right in. His hips were brutal fucking- no screwing you like he wanted to break you. He grunts in your ear as your body shakes every time. Your head resting on the wall watching him fall apart and you vise versa.

"So. Damn. Good." Johnny kisses your neck nipping and biting sucking the flesh. His thrusts slow down as he hears a whine from you.

"Don't stop!" You yell out, your voice going octaves higher.

"Shh, let me worship you. My pretty girl, " he kisses you, feeling your body. His hands touching your breasts, his thrusts still going, but this time they're more passionate. Johnny wasn't pent up anymore he just wanted to go slow. Wanting to savor the way your pussy feels around him. Savor how good he's making you feel. When he looks into your eyes all he can see is him. Just him and no one else. His heart fluttering as he looks at you all fucked out for him.

"So beautiful" Johnny stops for a minute taking in your face caressing your beautiful bronze skin. The specks of gold brushed upon your cheeks. You looked so good tonight and all for him. He was yours and you were his girl.

"Johnny please move" you beg your hips moving trying to get some relief with your walls throbbing around him.

"Shhh baby it's okay I'm gonna make you cum" Johnny then starts picking up the pace fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

"Ahh I'm gonna-

"Wait Baby let me cum with you" Johnny goes faster chasing his own climax while you try to hold off on yours. You whisper sweet nothings into his ear giving him a boost into his ego. Your hips moving against him matching his pace until you both cum together.

"F-fuck" you let out trying to catch your breath. Johnny collapses against your shoulder trying to keep holding onto you as he empties his cum inside you.

"I love you." You laugh, wiping the sweat off your forehead, then run your hands through Johnny's hair. He looks up at you as you smile.

"Took you long enough to say it.'' You tease as he slides out of you, helping you fix your clothes and your appearances.

"Hey, don't push your luck,' Johnny says, helping you down and standing up on your feet.

"So does this mean we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Well damn let me take you on a date first,"

"I mean you already fucked me may as well give the title" you tell him reaching up to kiss him. Johnny smiles in the kiss before hitting the elevator doors to open. The two of you walk to his usual hotel room hand in hand.

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[whosjunglejim4322]

Stay? - Vampire!Johnny

Warnings : slight mentions of violence, nfsw, pussy eating, overstimulation, kissing (bc 🥴) johnny being overly protective and also kinda spooky but in a cute way, SOFT VAMP JOHNNY AGENDA, mentions of blood because....well, maybe I AM a monster fucker

You'd allowed him in, four months ago nearly to the date. Still, he feels intrusive in nature everytime he enters your room through the balcony window. He tells himself it's mandatory, that if your shitty landlord won't get you proper locks in a vampire infested neighborhood - it's his duty to protect you.

As he did those months ago when a Strigoi almost ripped your face off, not his choice of words, but yours. In quote, "That guy almost ripped my fucking face off." In reality, the creature would have ripped your heart out, not your face. But that's a less important detail that he had chosen not to share while you were so worked up.

Your old floor doesn't creak as his footsteps careen towards your bed, where you're strewn across the sheets like you've been hit by a bus - each leg in a different direction, your face smooshed against the pillow and your arms hanging off of the bed. A chuckle echoes silently through his hollow chest as he sits on the bottom right corner of your bed, the only available space.

Normally, his presence would go unnoticed. As if a ghost bounded gracefully into your home, but the sticky midnight air is heavy on your skin, and his being is like cool morning air against your feet and ankles. It sends a shiver up your leg and then through your spine, until your eyes are fluttering open as if you've been greeted by a breeze.

"Mm, is that you Mr. Creepy?" You grumble, tired spine cracking in a few places as you roll over on your back. Mr. Creepy. You always think you're so funny, and unfortunately, you are. It's like he goes eons without smiling until he's with you.

"No, it's the big bad wolf."

You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you'd be more prepared for something snarky in return but you're far too tired, and far too entranced by the beauty that he is, right there in front of you. His ears twitch. Curse your beating heart, for its palpitations give everything away.

It's not like it's a secret, but sometimes you like to pretend you have composure around him.

Tonight is different, it is a rare occasion when you're actually awake for his visits. He hates waking you, he envies the dreams you have, the rest. However, you insist that whenever you wake up it's only because you weren't fully asleep in the first place.

"Come here, please." You beckon softly, hands reaching out for him, and like a beacon he follows despite his internal hesitation. He is like a feather above you, the cool of his skin underneath his shirt a sweet relief as your palms press against the expanse of his broad chest.

"You're dangerous, you know that? And really tempting." His lips spread into a smile against your cheek as his nose skims your skin. You giggle, tickled by his light touch. Your fingers find their way into his dark hair, using the tufts as a way to pull him closer.

"You're the one who wants to eat me, John." Your eyes connect, and his irises begin to bleed ruby upon the utterance of your words. You don't allow him to look away as he normally would, holding his face as though you have some type of strength over him at all - it's only your will that holds him steady.

"That's only partially true," he whispers, breath fanning against your mouth. "I think you'd let me, anyways."

You can't stand even the centimeter of separation between you two, and your impatience gets the better of you as you lift your neck to reach his lips, pressing them against yours and allowing yourself to be held by his arms as they wrap around your torso.

He has to practice so much control, its the sweetest of torture. You're fragile in his grip, hot and warm and throbbing. He feels the blood pumping through your veins, the thump of your heart. It's intoxicating, and - "Fuck, I'm sorry."

He disconnects from you at once before the whimper can even leave your swollen mouth, his fingertips having pressed too hard against your sides. He's by the window, wincing, trying to scope your range of emotions. He smells the blood underneath your skin, the way it's leaking from the vessels and forming a bruise.

You're pouting, whining even, and he's perplexed.

"No, come back, please. I'm okay Johnny, really." You sit up, flushed and eager and he feels horribly guilty for the way his dick is solid against his belly, for the way he wants to crawl back to you and lick you raw.

You sense his hesitation and it does nothing but infuriate you.

"Sweetheart, you don't know the things I wish to do to you right now." His voice is low, and despite the fact that he's trying to sound gentle - the predator within him can't help but to slip itself into his intonation. Your sweet eyes plead, and your body is like the sun - pulsating with this heat. If he had a soul, he'd sell it just to be able to treat you in the way he wishes he was able to, to make love to you as a man would instead of a beast.

But you, you, you're so unfazed by his monstrosity, your feet are already on the floor and you're moving towards him. Before your toes can even lift from the surface he's got you pinned to the bed by your wrists, with the gentleness that compares to how you'd hold the stem of a flower between your fingers.

Even so, you're immobile.

"You don't scare me, you never will. I want you to kiss me again, just one more time." You're flush against him, a visceral reminder of how hungry he is for you. He groans, as if pained, and presses his pillowy mouth to yours with a force that takes your breath away.

You're enraptured by the intensity, the thrash of his tongue inside your mouth, as if he's seeking to taste every word you've ever spoken. His kisses alone feel like sex, thirsty and devout. You don't have time to put forth any effort yourself, he's taking this moment to suckle your bottom lip, then the top, in this repeated pattern until your mouth is nearly purple.

You're arching into his touch, the solidness of his form grounding you to reality so you don't float away and convince yourself this is all a sweet dream. You wiggle your wrists and he allows you room to breathe, unwrapping his slim fingers so that you can wrap your arms around his sturdy neck.

This time, when you look at him, he's different. He's still Johnny, his nose is still slender and sharp and his lips are still heart shaped and plump - but he's different. He looks like a vampire like a true vampire. Fangs have begun to protrude from behind his mouth, and he holds back the snarl that naturally wants to contort. His eyes are so dark they're like the expanse of the night sea. You're not his prey.

You're fixated, mesmerized and your hands slip down the scope of his shoulders, down past his sides and over his hard abdomen. His head cocks to the side as he hovers his lips over yours, hair tickling your cheeks.

"Careful, please." He groans, as your warm hands slip underneath his tee shirt to smooth across his belly, to revel in the slopes and planes. It feels too good, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Being with a human has never felt this way. He feels drunk.

"Open your mouth, Johnny." You ask so sweetly, he actually feels like he's the one in the lesser position of power, a choked gasp caught in his throat when your pretty pink tongue slips past your lips, and meets with the small dagger that serves as a weapon for his kind.

You don't lick it hard enough as to draw any blood, but the shiver that wracks his body is satisfying enough. When you travel to the other fang, your hand grace's over the hard bulge protruding from his bottoms, any trepidation he felt prior to walking, or floating, into your home has left him. He knows exactly what he's going to do to you.

"Can I taste you? I need to taste you." Johnny is weak against you, your hand is palming his length and he can't think straight, how odd.

"Yes, please yes." You breathe, though Johnny descends your clavicle - skipping your neck for all intensive safety purposes - before he can see you tilt your chin up, exposing your jugular to him, awaiting the sting. Instead, you're greeted by kisses that even the thin material of your tank top doesn't stop.

His hands never stray from your body, gripping your sides as he passes over your left breast, tongue toying with the hard bud through your top. The sound you let would have his heart ready to burst if he had one that was able to beat. Your arching up into him with this need, his fingertips accidentally rip through the fabric.

He doesn't apologize this time, not when he realizes you're so fucked already, you don't even have a silly or snarky comment to make about it.

His hair is a vice that your fingers cling to as he travels down to your navel, sloppy wet kisses left below and around your bellybutton. Your legs have already begun to spread, his palms traveling across your hips to the meat between your thighs where he pries them apart - greeted immediately by the scent of your arousal.

"Fuck, you're so sweet baby, all of this is for me?" He quizzes lowly, trying to take his time, to resist the urge to eat you whole as he pecks and nibbles at your flesh, relishing in the squeaks and gasps that leaves your throat at the action.

"Please, please don't stop." You beg, and for the first time, his laugh sounds sardonic.

"Don't stop? Baby I haven't even started," he kisses the crease between your thigh and your middle, holding you down to prevent the squirming that your human body instinctually resorts to when faced with pleasure. "what do you want, hmm? You want me to lick your little pussy? Is that it?"

You're taken aback by the words, by the tone he possesses. You try to clamp your legs together to relieve some of the throbbing but he's having none of that, forcing you to answer by licking the mound of your pussy through the thin little pajama shorts you have on, already tasting the sticky arousal that's been leaking and now coats your labia.

"Yes, w-want you to l-lick me." You're not sure what's come over you, why you're on the verge of tears with need but Johnny enjoys seeing you like this. A taste of how you make him feel all the time.

"That's it, that's what I wanna hear baby." He growls, cool air hitting your swollen clit as the sound of ripping fabric roars through the dark room. He has no time for the barriers between you two.

Your scent is like nothing he's ever experienced before. He's literally drooling, grateful that he's the only one who has acute vision in the dark, for he'd feel a little pathetic if you saw how hungry he is for you right at this moment. He parts your thighs even further with his elbows, leveling his face with your sex.

He uses both of his thumbs to spread your lips apart, reveling in the sticky sound of your flesh separating and opening up for him - he doesn't even tease, he dives straight in, wrapping his lips around your bud and suckling with as much gentleness as his kind can muster.

You're not sure what to do with yourself, spine arching and mouth parted with a moan that is caught in your throat. Your fingers grip his raven locks fiercely, and you feel the vibration of his hum in contentment, against your clit.

"J-John! Oh!" Your mewls only further his vigor, head shaking back and forth as dines. He rears back and spits on your folds, watching it drip past your entrance and down to your ass. Once again, he has to remind himself to be gentle with you, sweet. You're so pliable underneath his ministrations.

"Mm, this pussy is mine. All mine." He groans between suckles and licks, frustrated he can't somehow just consume you completely.

Johnny decides right then, he's going to keep you.

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[lemon-boy-stan]

THE 1 - JOHNNY SUH

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The wait for the first standalone chapter of my NCT The Eras series has finally ended! SUMMARY: Johnny and the reader have been best friends since time itself, and they've never fought, until her most recent breakup. GENRE: smut. WARNINGS: unprotected sex, angry sex, years of tension built up between Johnny and the reader, manhandling.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit

Been saying "yes" instead of "no"

I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

I hit the ground running each night

I hit the Sunday matinée

You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Johnny always made it clear that he hated your boyfriends, ever since your first boyfriend in highschool. He made it clear that he hated them and that they weren't good for you, and when it turned out to be true, he was always pissed.

Johnny had only ever had one girlfriend before, in his final year of highschool, the year Nakamoto Yuta took you to prom. You weren't even sure if Johnny was going, and he asked her out the day before.

They seemed pretty happy at the dance, and they were hot and sexy at the after party; Johnny doing shots off her chest. You had to admit, you were a little jealous. Your own date was god knows where, probably off flirting with some jock or some cheerleader. The first thing he'd said to you which you didn't tell Johnny was that tonight was completely casual. It was just so neither of you would go alone.

The prom and the after party was good, but the weeks after that were not. It was Yuta who dumped you first. You'd been casually seeing each other, even though Johnny had gotten mad about the casual part. "Don't date him if he's got more than one partner," he'd said. "I don't care if he's bisexual." so, it wasn't much of a surprise when he dumped you for Mark, but it hurt. Johnny liked to solve problems with violence.

You preffered rumours, and that was when a war broke out, a week before school finished, a day after you'd both recieved acceptance letters from the same college you'd applied to - school wasn't going to stop two best friends from seeing each other.

It was the world's most horrendus and messiest breakup in the history of messy breakups. Johnny never cried, but his ego had been hurt. She'd said something to him, or about him that you never heard. He never told you what she said, but as his sobs rattled the house you knew you would kill her.

Two years later, and Johnny had stopped dating, dedicating his life to lectures and clubs at college and looking after the four-room flat that you shared in New York. You, of course, had not learned your lesson.

I guess you never know, never know

And if you wanted me, you really should've showed

And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow

And it's alright now

Johnny rolled his eyes as you swiped left on your phone. "Seriously," he scoffed, shoving his fork into his food; crunch, crunch. You arched your eyebrow, "what, John?" it had been rocky since Monday, and you brought a blind date home. He snorted, "nothing." you gritted your teeth.

He cocked his head and smiled, "so, plans for today. Do you have another date who's going to interrupt my beauty sleep? Please tell me so I can buy noise cancelling headphones."

The phone dropped on the table almost as soon as your jaw dropped to the floor before you recovered. "Do you have a problem with my love life?" you cocked your head, crossing your arms. Johnny smirked, "yeah, because getting fucked by every guy on campus is a love life." you let out a frustrated scream.

"What the the fuck is your problem?!" you shrieked loudly. "My problem?" he yelled back, "you're the one who doesn't seem to get the intention of every guy who talks to you and then cries as if you didn't see it coming! You're fucking stupid, that's my fucking problem!"

You ignored the stinging pain of his words, using that energy to fire back something even nastier. "At least guys want to fuck me! At least I'm with guys when I'm in my room, unlike you, who probably just jerks off every day like an unexperienced virgin!"

But we were something, don't you think so?Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

I have this dream you're doing cool shit

Having adventures on your own

You meet some woman on the internet and take her home

And that's when you scream, because he lifts you off the chair, with a deadly strong grip and lightning fast speed. "Johnny!" you shriek as he drags you into his bedroom. "Johnny! Let me go! Let me go!" but why weren't you scared? Why were you just frustrated?

Your best friend throws you on on his bed. Chucks you. You know what's going to happen, and you can't deny you want it. But you hate him. You hate him so much. And he he hates you too. Oh, yes. You're pretty sure he's hated you ever since kindergarten.

Because, you see, it's not your boyfriends who he hates. It's you. From helping you up after you fell off the swings to being your partner in the science project to standing up for you when they bullied you to picking you first in his sports team to picking you up from a party to to taking you you out your first prom prom to teaching you how to kiss to beating up Nakamoto Yuta and ever other shitty boyfriend to throwing you on his bed he's hated you. And you've hated him. Neither of you have seen it.

We never painted by the numbers, baby

But we were making it count

You know the greatest loves of all time are over now

I guess you never know, never know

And it's another day waking up alone

But we were something, don't you think so?

Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool

And if my wishes came true

It would've been you

In my defense, I have none

For never leaving well enough alone

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

Now, as he grabs your top top with his hand and rips it off your chest and tears off his shirt and pulls down your skirt, you both know clear as day just how much you hate each other.

You know, because the tears roll down your cheeks when he kisses you, finally, finally on the lips. "I hate you," you sob into him, as he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, down your chest, along the line of your bra. He ignores you for now, strong, muscular figure and hot, soft lips making their way down your body.

"I hate all the guys you fuck," he growls while licking a slit down your neck. "I hate all the guys that say they love you." a soft gasp escapes your mouth as he sucks on your neck. "And I hate the fact that you think I have no experience."

Ah. So, it was the ego that made him throw you on his bed. You let out a sigh as his tongue worked its way around your clothed breasts, the motion of his mouth creating stars on the ceiling. You didn't even hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, or his pants falling to the floor. You couldn't even remember how to say that you hated him, just that you wanted him, just that you knew to ask him.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you

If one thing had been different

Would everything be different today?

We were something, don't you think so?

Rosé flowing with your chosen family

And it would've been sweet

If it could've been me

In my defense, I have none

For digging up the grave another time

But it would've been fun

If you would've been the one

(Ooh)

The stars got bigger and bigger as he flicked his tongue around your nipples, bra gone - when had he taken it off? The stars got bigger and your mind got smaller and soon all you could say was his name. All you could say was his name, "please Johnny please." and then it came out in a scream.

You clapped your hand over your mouth, grabbing the sheets with your left, body shifting up and down his bed, his cock now suddenly inches inside you. Big. He was so big. The tears rolled rolled down your cheeks as you bubbled his name, unable to comprehend. "Big, Johnny. Big." hiccupping his name.

All he did was grunt and breathe as he thrust his full length into you. He kissed your scream down, and it turned good. Now you were moaning and he and he was grunting, placing sloppy kisses each time he thrusted.

He couldn't help but think as the sounds left your mouth and you squirmed finally, finally how much he loved you. How much he'd always loved you. From your dreadful mornings to dreadful days, to afternoons where you cried your heart out on his shoulder. To times where he thought of you, when he was fucking her, and rightfully so, why she broke up with him. To the day where he cried because she'd called you the worst, most unthinkable thing. To the times he'd beaten up every good for nothing boyfriend, he'd loved you, forever and always, as he slowed his pace down.

"I love you," he murmured. You moaned his name, gripping his hair. "Johnny," and he'd never been scared his whole life but now he was as he released his cum inside you and you whined, "Johnny." and he was still scared as he pulled out and you woke up and smiled. "I love you too."

NCT THE ERAS MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

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[allaboutthedongs]

What the hell, Johnny! Like... what the hell!! 🥴🥵🔥

Johnny last night in LA

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[rainyjeno]

i am unhinged. completely unedited. overstim, praise kink.

[9:23pm]

small whimpers leave your lips as his tongue flicks against that one spot, “please..” you whine, he was teasing you now, you’d already came for him but he wanted more. your eyes flew open as he stops abruptly. “johnny… need to cum…” you mumble as your eyes search his as he hovers over you slowly.

“ i know baby, i wanna watch you cum for me.” he leans in pressing his lips to yours, you moan into his mouth tasting yourself off him, hands running down his chest slowly as his hand runs down your stomach and between your legs, his fingers circling your clit.

“please johnny…” your voice is cut off as he slips his fingers into you, feeling you stretch slowly around his fingers, his eyes watching yours, “god…” sobs of overstimulation rip through you as your thighs shake.

he smirks watching your eyes roll in pleasure, “be a good girl for me baby, cum around my fingers… one more baby, i know you can do it” he praises, “so good for me princess.” his fingers pumping into you as moans rip through your body as you let go, seeing stars as you cum around his fingers, “shh baby… i’ve got you pretty girl…” he slips his fingers out of you slowly, pulling you into his arms rocking you as you come down.

[tags]

@peachjaem00

@neochan

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[nctsplug02]

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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[neo-nymph]

Knight!Johnny would do absolutely anything to protect and preserve the happiness of the royal princess he's had the honor of serving for the last 5 years. From guarding her door in silence as she sleeps through the night, to sneaking her snacks and wine while she is grounded, to sliding a dagger across the throat of assailants trying to end her life, Johnny takes his oath to protect her highness very seriously. That includes protecting her from the agony of an aching pussy that needs to be devoured before bed. He would never disobey a command from the princess, so when she opens her chamber doors in the middle of the night, dressed only in an untied robe with her breasts and bare cunt braving the midnight air, giving him a direct order to satisfy her needs, he does so with honor. Johnny is on his knees before her standing frame holding one leg on his shoulder. Her messes have coated his nose and chin, a small puddle forming on the carpet from the liquid dripping out of her. His tongue draws circles around her clit, again and again, suckling on the swollen bud while two of his fingers curl inside her. Her delicate hands are gripping his long hair, pushing his head closer to her body. Johnny loves the sounds that escape her. Her moans are barely restrained and desperate, similar to the frigid movement of her hips against his warm face. The knight moves his fingers faster, pumping them roughly into her clenching hole and gripping her tight ass with his other hand. He feels the familiar signs of her orgasm beginning; body quaking and breathing patchy. He looks up from his position on the ground to see her face illuminated by the moonlight, breathtaking as ever with her eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape, calling his name a bit louder than intended as her cum fills Johnny's mouth. Weak from the stimulation, the princess falls to her side on the bed, guided down gently by Johnny's attentive hands. He brings her head up to her pillows, leaving the sheets off of her body to cool down.

"Thank you for your service, my kind Knight.."

Her eyes are sparkling up at him, holding a genuine fondness that he was thankful he could always notice. He adjusts his pants before leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her highness's temple.

"Anything for you, my princess."

He passes the chamber doors quietly to continue standing post for the rest of the night. Boner on full display.

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[neowinestainedress]

Size kink with Jaehyun or Johnny

w!: size kink (+ fingering, praise kink, hand around throat)

a/n: sorry jae but size kink belongs to johnny

Johnny loves how small you are compared to him. One way or another he always makes sure to remind you how big and strong he is. And that makes your knees buckle not only because it’s hot but also because you feel protected. 

It’s how your hands aren’t even half as big as his. How his clothes look so large when you put them on. How easy it is for him to move you around, just wrapping his arm around you and moving you however he likes. And you love that when you’re with him you know nobody can do anything to you. 

But he loves it the most when he’s fucking you. 

Johnny can have you in any position he wants; against a wall, while standing, with your face buried against the bedsheets, anywhere and in any way. And your little whimpers when he manhandles you like this, make him go insane. 

He loves how your body shivers in anticipation as soon as he towers over you, looking down to meet your sweet eyes before you whisper that you need him to fuck you dumb, now. 

So, he wraps an arm around you and lifts you up with ease; strong, defined muscles flexing as he carries you to the bedroom, ready to turn you into a mess under him. 

Johnny starts with his fingers, one hand keeping your leg spread and the other buried deep inside of you. “Need to get you stretched for me, baby. You don’t want my cock to hurt, right?” 

You nod, moaning lowly as his long fingers curl inside your wet pussy. They reach so deep inside of you and bring you to the climax so fast, making your hips shift away from him when you feel like it’s getting too much. 

“No, baby, stay here,” he purrs, his other hand moving to place on top of your tummy, covering most of your skin and pressing you down as his fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you more. “You’re not going anywhere.” 

Only when he’s satisfied, and sure that you’re ready, his fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfied without the second orgasm. 

Johnny loves seeing you like this, small and vulnerable under him, dripping on the sheets, all hot and excited just for him. But the thing that drives him absolutely insane is the way you look at him once he’s also naked and his big cock sits on your tummy, reaching past your belly button. You don’t say it anymore, knowing that somehow it fits inside of you and brings you to heaven every time, but Johnny can see in your eyes that there’s always that fear that it won’t. 

“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, one hand around your hip, caressing it gently. “You know it’ll fit. I always make it fit.” 

You hum, throwing your head back when the tip pushes past your slit before he slips inside completely, stretching you and filling you to the brim. 

“Too big,” you cry out, hands desperately searching for him. 

Johnny smiles, leaning down to kiss you, broad body covering yours completely. “You can take it,” he shushes, kissing your cheeks. “You’re my good girl and you can take it.” And then his hands grab your wrists, locking them over your head with just one hand, pinning you down against the mattress. 

“Fuck,” you moan when he starts to move his hips against you, feeling like he’s splitting you in half. Your hips buck against his, body squirming and trembling under his firm hold. 

“Shh, pretty, you’re doing so good,” he praises you, voice deep but sweet. 

Your mind goes blank when his other hand wraps around your neck. Johnny never presses, he just loves to see his hand around it and remind you once again how small you are compared to him. He could squeeze and dim the flow of air, see you struggle for air, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to choke you to have you gasping under him, just his body pressing against you, slamming hard on your tiny body is enough to turn you into a mess. 

“Feel you – umh – so deep,” you moan, glossy eyes looking at his while your nails dig in your own skin as he still keeps your hands locked above your head. 

“Good, baby. I want you to – fuck – feel me everywhere,” Johnny groans, starting to move faster, knowing you’re close, hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist, pushing you further down against the mattress. “I’ll fuck you so deep that your little pussy will feel me even when I’m not deep inside you.” 

“Close,” you mutter, eyes rolling in the back of your head, moans coming out of your mouth louder and body twitching under his. 

“Come around my cock, baby,” he orders, watching as you fall apart underneath him, moaning his name and squirming. “Good girl, my fucking good girl,” he moans before coming too, watching as his cum rolls out of you as soon as he pulls out. 

“Come here, babe,” Johnny whispers, pulling your body close to his, spooning you. “You okay?” He asks, caressing your wrists and leaving kisses on your forehead. 

“Never felt better,” you reply before snuggling closer to him, loving the way his broad chest shields you, and inhaling deeply his scent. “Maybe you could carry me to the shower, I don’t think I can walk there.” 

Johnny chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I’ll carry you everywhere you want, baby. Even if I didn’t just fucked you dumb.” 

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[mull3ts]

— ONE WAY TiCKET

— Did you ever want a one way ticket into someone's deepest secrets, feelings, obsessions, and weaknesses? I heard a yes! Then look no further than One Way Ticket—you'll learn about various men's secrets that they swore to either take to the grave or make public. All of their deepest darkest weaknesses all on display for you! (Talk about vulnerability...) Have fun going through all of the fun (Less than moral) things you'll uncover! After all, you do have a one way ticket to the maybe not so well kept secrets of the hottest men out there. Use it wisely, or else you might as well find an angry wife. You know what they say! Crying is for wives.

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Smut (18+), Dilfs & Stepcest (Stepfathers and stepbrothers), infidelity, do not continue if you are not comfortable with any of the warnings.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaemin

I meant it when I said less than moral, who wouldn't want to spend the summer with your very own stepfather: Mr. Na Jaemin. Jaemin had met you before he'd met your nother and from that moment on, he knew you were practically the one for him but one problem though—he was in some sort of entanglement with your mother. However, there is always something called a compromise and in the mean time—you'd do whatever he asks of you.

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Yuta

With your stepdad, he makes everything feel like 100 degrees. And while it really might feel like 100 degrees outside, Mr. Nakamoto Yuta makes it feel so much hotter. Yuta doesn't really mind though, he can take the heat, he can take it all he wants—but you? Well, he's not quite sure. And what better way is there to eliminate uncertainty than with a fun little test drive? It surely can't hurt anybody.

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Mark

Mark Lee is a responsible man. He knows exactly what he's doing and how to do it, always. The once shy and timid young man in him has dissipated into who he is today—a man who knows a thing or two. So when you come strolling your way into his life acting the way you do, he can't help but knock some sense into you!

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐘?

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jeno

You are truly an enigma to Lee Jeno, your all too crisp and clean stepfather who appears to honestly either wear suits or a wife beater shirt—that's it. On the outside you seem like a perfectly confident young woman who's striving to do her best in post-secondary education. However, with him, you can't even look him in the eyes half the time.

𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 𝐈𝐓!

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Jaemin, Bunny Hybrid! Reader

He can't help it, he wish he could sometimes, but he can't! He knows what Jeno said about making impulsive purchases, but of course, Jaemin believes (and knows) you're absolutely not an impulsive purchase. So, he takes on the challenge of taking the best care of you—his "pretty, pretty bunny". Personally, you think this “Mr. NaNa” is kinda cool to be around.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Johnny

You almost sob when your puppy decides to jump over the fence into the lawn of Mr. Johnny Suh. There was no way you were going to just knock on his door and ask for your puppy back, not when you once had an incident with him. While your helpless puppy is in Mr. Suh's care, he finds a way to torment you through his window.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny

He just wants to touch you for a minute! He's never felt quite this jealous, but he feels jealous now—who does this boy think he is? He wants to do so, so many things to you but, he's afraid of what might happen after...or not happen. Maybe three seconds is enough for his heart to quit it.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐄

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Jaehyun

Jaehyun is supposed to know better. He knows better. He knows so much better, so he thinks of a plan. He's not exactly sure it'll be pretty but, it'll leave him a single man again who's more than welcome to court you the proper way and maybe not in the stepdad way. What he wasn't expecting was all the questions you had for him.

!BONUS! 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

⚠︎ WARNiNGS | Dilf! Stepfather! Johnny

Johnny doesn't like to waste time, so to put it in the most simplest way possible—he does everything better.

[ JOiN THE TAGLiST ] — © mull3ts/earth-to-that-asian, 2023

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Kinktober Day 10

Troilism: the practice of two people having sex while a third person is watching (and may or may not take part).

Voyeurism: the practice of gaining sexual pleasure from watching others when they are naked or engage in sexual activities.

Pairing: John Suh | Johnny x fem!reader x Jung Yuno | Jaehyun

AU/genre: smut, strangers to lovers, very subtle and mild mxm for like 7 seconds

Word Count: 1348 words

Warnings: graphic descriptions of clubbing, mild size kink, sex under the influence of alcohol, but you won't notice, public touching IDK WHAT TO CALL IT, oral and fingering (f receiving), Johnny has a big dick, Jaehyun's face is very close to Johnny's dick, take that as your mxm warning

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Clubbing. Loud music, the bass thumping in your chest, hot, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and alcohol. Something that might seem undesirable for others seems appealing to you, occasionally. Especially if you find two very attractive strangers that seem to be as into you as you are into them, skillfully grinding their bodies into your front and backside to the rhythm of the music.

You feel exceptionally safe in their arms, though they're big and presumably strong, and could overpower you easily with the sheer strength of their muscles. Or maybe because of that. It's hot, both in temperature and general vibe, as one of them grinds his hips right into your ass, his lips ghosting over your neck while you gaze into the other's eyes. Their feline nature feels soft and friendly, though his gaze feels everything but.

Just as your hands find comfort in stroking over the taller's chest, their hands hug around your body, feeling up your sides and, after a questioning look that you confirm by nodding, up to your breasts and down to your ass. Hazy-minded and light-headed, you lean further into them, grinding your ass into their touches and when the one in front of you send you a smirk, your can't help but to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

Without wasting even a second, he kisses you back. He's tall, way taller than you, and you have to lean up on the tips of your toes to be able to reach him. His lips feel soft against your own as they skillfully taste you, hinting a bit of tongue that you accept happily. You feel unreal, the influence of the alcohol playing the smallest part in your feeling of being high, it's just them and how amazing their hands feel all over your body.

With one thing leading to another, you're soon to find yourself in the backrooms of the club, two black leather couches being pretty much all you're presented with as you enter the room, still handsy with the taller guy who's name you'd just learned is Johnny.

The other guy, Jaehyun, you're pulling with you as well. He'd been all over your backside on the dance floor, getting your panties wet embarrassingly fast with how well his lips fit against your neck, and his clothed errection between the supple cheeks of your ass.

As soon as the door closes behind you, you're all over Jaehyun, not wanting him to feel like you want him any less than Johnny because that wouldn't be true. Johnny steps behind you this time, taking in the way your lips collide with Jaehyun's. He's pushing your hair away from your neck, leaving kisses behind just where Jaehyun'd left them before.

Jaehyun then parts from you, glossed over eyes taking you in with lust, and just as you're about to complain, Johnny whispers into your neck. "Let him watch, yeah?"

The proposal comes unexpected, just like the wave of pleasure that rolls over you at the mere thought, and a lustful whine escapes your throat as you let your head fall against Johnny's chest. Jaehyun steps away from you, taking a seat on one of the couches, just as Johnny leads you a few steps back to sit down on the other with him.

He pulls you down on his lap, spreading your thighs to dangle over his own legs, giving Jaehyun a perfect view of your drenched underwear, then your wet folds as Johnny pushes your panties aside to run his fingers through them. "Do you think he likes what he sees?"

You moan as he pushes a finger inside, carefully stretching you for what's to come, all while you hold eye contact with Jaehyun in front of you who's gaze is intensely focused on Johnny's ministrations on your cunt, wetting his lower lip with his tongue. You feel hazy, completely overwhelmed with how needy you're feeling, and you wish for him to just hurry up and fuck you, so that's what you beg for.

Johnny chuckles behind you, and Jaehyun bites his lip this time as he watches you squirm in Johnny's lap. He works you up to two more fingers until he's finally satisfied. He helps you stand up to pull your panties down your legs, all while he pulls out his admittedly impressive length. The sight makes your mouth water, and simultaneously glad that he insisted on stretching you out beforehand. You then resume your position on his lap, though this time he assists you in slowly sinking down his cock.

"Fuck," Jaehyun groans at the sight of you struggling to take Johnny's cock, and you can't do much but whine and moan at the incredible feeling of being stretched out like this. Johnny, too, can't keep his sounds contained, quietly grunting into your neck as he tells you how well you're taking him.

You're pulled back against Johnny's chest as soon as he's made sure you can take him, and he grabs onto your thighs to lift them further, giving Jaehyun the perfect show whilst also being able to fuck into you from below. At the first drag, you feel like it's not going to take long for you to finish. Johnny feels amazing inside of you, stretching you out to the max and hitting all the right spots for you to see stars. The fact that he can manhandle you so easily in each and every desired position, plus the way Jaehyun's watching all of this unravel in front of his eyes as he touches himself through his pants, is doing unbelievable things to you.

"Look at him, baby, look how much you're turning him on," Johnny says, a smirk evident in his voice.

"'S you too," you slur, brain foggy from how amazing he's making you feel.

"What?" Johnny chuckles lowly. "No, darling. That's all you. He wants you so much, but you're so fucking beautiful that he's okay with just watching."

You whine, too aroused to think straight. There's only one thing you know you want. "Want him to touch me."

"Oh, is that so? Why don't you ask him, then? Ask nicely, maybe he'll be nice you," Johnny suggests, kissing your neck for the n-th time this night, though it never fails to send sparks flying through your body.

"Please, touch me, Jae-" You barely get the words out before Jaehyun curses, getting up only to squad down in front of you. Your hazy mind can hardly comprehend what's going on before Jaehyun's fingers begin toying with your clit. With a loud moan, your back arches as much as it can in this position, swear words falling from your lips that make Johnny chuckle behind you.

Jaehyun presumably believes that that's not enough, though, so he leans in to lick a fat stripe over your cunt. Instinctively your eyes close, your moans grow high pitched at this point, especially as he repeats the action, several times, and you're sure that he doesn't mind that Johnny's buried deep inside of you, doesn't care that his tongue is licking over Johnny's length as well, given the way Johnny reacts to the licks as sensitively as you do.

The entire situation is just so fucking hot, white dots of pleasure appear behind your close lids, your walls clamping down on Johnny's big cock, and when Jaehyun sucks at your clit only once, but hard, you can't hold back anymore. With a loud cry of pleasure, you orgasm, glad that not only Johnny, but Jaehyun as well, is holding onto your thighs or else you would've collapsed at the sheer power of your high.

"Good fucking girl," Jaehyun praises quietly, stroking over your thighs to help you come down from your intense orgasm. Weakly, you open your eyes. Johnny'd slowed down his thrusts, instead focusing on softly praising you for cumming so well for the both of them.

"Hm, baby, what do you think?" You watch Jaehyun's hand slide down to your clit once again. "Can you take both of us?"

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[neocitydealer]

◟ [ 10:23pm ] JOHNNY. !

𓂃 🛒 DELIVERY: your brother’s best friend, johnny, finally takes the risk.

▸ minors do not interact.

your fingers quickly hooked around johnny’s waistband rushing to pull his shorts down just enough. you kept your door cracked just a bit to have your eyes and ears alert for whenever your brother woke up from his sleep.

johnny leans his arms back on your bed, his slender fingers clawing the blankets slightly while you were on your knees in front of him tapping the tip teasingly against your tongue. you took him in whole right after that, sinking your lips over the width of his cock before coming back up again.

“fuckkk”.

his low groans were sexy enough to make your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. you smile and move to the undersides, licking and tongue kissing it like you’d never do it again. you attempted to do your best at keeping it down though. the squelching sounds from your mouth was starting to make things obvious.

but johnny kind of liked it.

he liked having you where he wanted you, between his legs swirling your tongue around his aching cock, drool bypassing your lips and pooling down to it’s base. he entangles one hand in your hair, watching you closely. “you’re so good at this shit”.

you buried his cock back into your throat, taking the length entirely and fuck, it was so thick. you prolonged the time it took to come up, bobbing your wet lips and stroking the areas you couldn’t reach. he twitched into your mouth at the feeling, fireworks sheathing his groin.

johnny’s lips were already wetting themselves for you, slightly parted when you quickened your movements. his chest was heaving and now there was sweat beading along his forehead.

who knew his best friend’s little sister could suck dick this good?

he gripped your hair tighter causing submissive whimpers to fall from your lips. he releases a wavering groan watching your mouth become creamy around his cock, the mere fault of his precum. his hips began to tremor. “don’t fucking stop”

his veiny hand had already made a ponytail out of your hair. casting a look at you could make him melt. you were relentless with your tongue and throat, willing to do anything to get him to cum all over your face.

maybe you were waiting to take this risk too.

surely your brother would’ve beat johnny’s ass if he knew you two were doing this. he’d already told johnny countless times to stay away from you. hell, even threatened him.

but once you watched johnny grow to be a 6’2 fashion model with silky black hair and a gorgeous body, you knew staying away from him would be the last you’d do.

so when johnny finally got the text from you to hurry and come to your room, he knew this was an opportunity of a lifetime.

you felt the moisture pool and throb at your aching clit while you were swooning over johnny’s cock. once he started cumming in your mouth it’s like he couldn’t stop. and you were kneeling there, his hot skin on your tongue swallowing all of it.

when he came down from his high he peered down at you, nearly in love.

“fuck. i shouldn’t have agreed on just this”, he breathed. “because now i want to fuck you”.

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