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Hello!! Could I request a MK one shot of what Johnny Cage would be like with a super shy/flustered reader. Like she’s totally into him and he just loves to make her all flustered

yesss i love this dynamic! (sorry this took a minute, my birthday was a day ago)

TW: may contain sexual flirtation, use of feminine pet names

flirty johnny, gn reader, oneshot, shy!reader, reader has a big ole crush, flirtality

Sat across the training courtyard, your eyes once again found themselves drawn to the movie star, Johnny, as he trained with the monks. You observed his movements, the flexing of his muscles beneath his clothing, his winning smile glistening in the sunlight. The rays played delicately on his flawless skin, capturing your attention effortlessly. Before you knew it, you were staring, lost in a daydream, mentally entranced like a love-struck puppy. Your hopeless crush on Johnny was no secret, and he, in turn, enjoyed teasing you endlessly. Little did you know, he shared the same feelings you tried desperately to conceal. He found pleasure in watching the flames engulf your features when his hand brushed your skin or when he smirked at you during sparring sessions. He reveled in the way your body squirmed and writhed when he teasingly whispered in your ear. Johnny was aware of the effect he had on you, and he reveled in it.

Your trance was broken by a sudden presence beside you—Kung Lao. "You are gawking again, y/n." Your name rang through your head, snapping you from your daydream. You turned your gaze to acknowledge him, "Is it that obvious?" you asked, your voice quiet and shaky, a blush rising to your cheeks. Kung Lao raised a brow, looking at you as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, "You can't keep it hidden forever, you know. You practically tell on yourself with your actions around him." You felt yourself gulp, catching Kung Lao's attention as he chuckled loudly. "I can't tell him, Lao. What if he thinks I'm weird? What if—" He clapped your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, silencing you immediately. Your hands became clammy as your mind ran wild with potential outcomes. "Listen, if I'm being honest, he clearly likes you too. I mean, come on, he teases you every chance he gets, reserves a seat for himself beside you at dinner," he paused, shooting you a reassuring smile, "the guy wears his feelings on his sleeve. I'm sure you'll do just fine. Don't stress yourself." You gave his words some thought, looking at him with an awkward, thankful smile, "Besides, you are too cute to resist," he added, a quick, teasing wink in your direction before standing and walking off.

You couldn't help but ponder Kung Lao's words from earlier that day. He wasn't wrong; you hadn't noticed those small actions Johnny had shown you until they were listed out before you. Now that you thought on it, you remembered how often you would meet his gaze when attempting to catch a sneaky glance at him, only to find out he was already looking at you. How he would scoot closer to you, your arms touching, little to no space between you as he leaned in with the excuse of wanting to hear you better. How you were the only one he would show genuine, raw emotion to when times got tough, holding you close to his chest like his life depended on it. Any excuse he could use to get closer to you, make you blush, make you feel any emotion in his presence, he would take it in a heartbeat. All this sudden realization caused another wave of heat to rush through your body, shaking lightly with nerves wracking your mind. If only you were more confident, not so reserved and terrified of reality, you would have confessed to him long ago. You tried, on multiple occasions, only to choke and stutter on your own words like they were poison, sending you retreating with apologies in the solace of your room.

You took a deep breath, standing just outside the dining room, building up the courage to walk in and get some much-needed dinner. The last vestiges of the earlier realization lingered in the back of your mind, making you more hyperaware of yourself, him, everything. It was scary. Pushing the doors open lightly, you attempted to slink in unnoticed, avoiding any direct attention. Unfortunately, your plan was foiled by Johnny Cage himself. "Hey princess, saved you a seat!" He smirked, his hand enthusiastically patting the seat beside him. You swallowed your nerves, approaching with your head down as you sat beside him. You could feel your palms moisten as his body heat practically called to you. Filling your plate with a variety of foods laid out before you, keeping your portion small, your anxiety gripped at your stomach, wavering your appetite. You made sure to avoid eye contact with anyone around as you lifted some rice to your lips. Johnny wrapped his arm around your shoulders without warning, causing a sudden jolt to shoot through your body and a slight cough to leave your lips. "Sorry, sweetheart, didn't mean to scare you," he smirked, leaning his head to be just inches from your ear, "how's the food, honey?" He whispered, your body shuddering as his breath met your skin, stiffening and halting all movement. Your eyes wide, you could practically feel his smirk, the satisfaction in his eyes from being the cause of such a reaction. "I-its good," you managed to choke out, your voice quiet like a mouse, your face a bright pink, "a-and y-yours?" His face retracted, his hand moving to his side once again as he took a bite of his own meal, "like a million bucks." You nodded in response, keeping your head low, as you continued to eat your meal in silence. You cursed yourself, the blush still lingering on your face. It felt like your throat was being held tight by an unknown force, like any attempts to speak would be blocked by your mind. Johnny turned to you once more, a finger under your chin suddenly as he forced you to look him in the eyes, "you got something there," he commented, taking his thumb and wiping some sauce off the corner of your lip with his thumb before bringing it to his own lips, licking it clean, "there, that's better." The grin never once left his face during this interaction. You were absolutely dumbfounded, staring for what felt like ages as your brain tried to comprehend what had just occurred. It took Kung Lao nudging your ribs gently with his elbow to break you out of your trance, turning to Kung Lao as if seeking his confirmation that what just happened was real, and not a dream. Kung Lao simply smirked, nodding his head in Johnny's direction, silently assuring you that it indeed happened. Your head shot back down to your food, a blush still gracing your features in a more exasperated display of your hidden affection for the actor beside you.

Later that night, you struggled to sleep, the earlier incident still burned into your mind. Johnny left you alone for the rest of the dinner, talking about his movies in a never-ending river of stories, only occasionally wrapping his arm around you throughout his rambling. He sensed your inner turmoil, evident on your face the rest of the dinner, and was a bit worried about you. He knew your appetite was dulled from your anxiety and eventually picked up on how much his stories helped you relax and trick your mind into eating more than you thought you could. He knew it was working when your pupils began to dilate as you looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you nodded in acknowledgment. He felt a sense of accomplishment when you would ask questions and engage in his retellings of his acting career, a genuine smile on his lips as he eagerly answered. You had no clue what you did to him; his heart swelled whenever your eyes met his in authentic interest, a real curiosity to his words. Joy filled his body, his heart rate picking up at the sight of those oh-so-familiar red cheeks of yours. For the first time in his life, he felt truly listened to; you gave him your undivided attention whenever he opened his mouth to speak, and he admired that greatly in you. You saw past his mask, past his fame and fortune, and saw a caring, confident, goal-driven man.

With one final huff of frustration, you swung your legs out of bed, the cold wooden floor beneath you sending chills through your spine. Pulling your favorite fluffy blanket along with you, wrapping it around you to shield yourself from the cold night air as your feet carried you out the door. You knew where you were going; the closer you got, each step in that direction, your heart rate increased as beads of sweat began forming on your brow. Just as you reached his door, faint snoring could be heard within, your breathing picked up the pace, becoming uneven and rapid. Your face reddening at the thought of speaking to him in his room, alone. You hesitantly lifted your fist, ready to knock, but were you truly ready? Was it really time to spill your heart to him? Your mind raced slightly; you felt yourself spiral just a bit. A deep breath, 1, 2, 3, and out; Kung Lao's words echoed in your head once more—you can do this. You knocked, anticipation causing your body to shift from left hip to the right, and back again. Should you knock again? The snoring could still be heard, causing you to knit your brows together before knocking again, a little louder this time. Silence, a slight creak of the bed, and a groan before footsteps made their way to the door.

The door creaked open, Johnny's face poking out and looking around before looking down, a grin instantly growing on his sculpted face. "Hey, cutie, what can I do for you?" You blushed once more, unable to force the words to leave your mouth. Pointing to the door with a gulp, he seemed to have gotten the message, opening it fully and moving to the side, swaying his hand as a gesture to come in. You obliged, albeit awkwardly as you moved to sit on his bed, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself in an attempt to calm your ever-climbing train of nerves. "Something happen, kitty?" his tone was soft, sitting down beside you on the bed and pulling you close into a side hug. You were fighting a never-ending war in your mind, your expression blank as you tried your hardest to build up the courage to say anything at all. Tears threatened to spill from the brim of your eyes, feeling that familiar restriction in your throat once again, further hindering your ability to get your words out. You could feel it, right there on your tongue just ready to come out, 'I really like you.' Instead, a choked whine left your lips, your bottom lip quivering, your breaths coming out at a rapid dry pace. Johnny noticed this, quickly stroking your back gently, "Hey, hey, it's okay, look at me," he pulled your face to look at him, "eyes on me, doll, deep breaths." You did as he said, focusing on his eyes, his cheeks, his lips. Your breathing eventually steadying once again, a smile on his face, "there we go, it's okay, baby," his smile was genuine, not his usual one he put on for the cameras, real and full of endearment. It was contagious, causing you to mirror with a smile of your own. "T-thank you, I just.." You took another deep breath, "I-I—" you sighed with frustration once more. Despite being calm, you still could not form a coherent sentence; 'just say it!' you yelled into your head. "You like me, don't you." You froze, your eyes widening in shock, as your head swiveled in his direction so fast you nearly hurt yourself, "H-how—" he chuckled, "it's not hard for someone like me to pick up on these things, I'm not blind, sweetheart." You were speechless, just staring at him with a look of pure shock. Flustered was an understatement. The way he was looking at you, it made you melt, somehow making you nervous and calm at the same time.

"Your blush is cute, you wear it well, sugar."

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ncityprincess · 1 year

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night time routine

pairing: boyfriend Johnny x y/n

plot: just a cute lil blurb about Johnny being in love with his girlfriend that may or may not be completely self indulgent. enjoy!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!

he knew how impotant your nighttime routine was to you.

you and Johnny had been living together for a little over a year, and throughout those 365+ days and nights, he became accustomed to your little quirks and schedules. every night at around 9:00 pm, you always had the same routine: take a steaming hot shower, brew a pot of tea, sit on the couch, and finally join him in bed.

some nights your showers were relatively quick. especially if you were extra tired and ready to call it a night. other times it was your “everything shower” as you liked to call it, and it would take you much longer. you may plop on a sheet mask for extra relaxation, and maybe even beckon Johnny to join you for an impromptu spa night. either way, Johnny knew that this was your personal quality time for yourself, and made sure to give you your space.

you were both night owls in your own ways. johnny preferred to spend his evenings playing a video game with his buddies, or maybe even work on some of his latest beats and photographs. if there was a show that piqued his interest, he would binge watch a whole season in one night. your preferred method of unwinding, however, was peace and quiet. the two of you were more than happy to coexist in your cozy little apartment.

tonight was no different than any other night, although for some reason, johnny was feeling particularly infatuated with you.

he watched from his gaming chair as you sat on the couch, curled up under your favorite pink fuzzy blanket engrossed in a book. your glasses sat low on the bridge of your nose as you leaned your head down into the book. you must’ve been really invested in this particular scene, he thought.

your hair was tucked away to protect it from your eventual night’s sleep, and you had on one of his giant [on you] t-shirts. he always loved to "scold" you for stealing his clothes because he thoroughly enjoyed how whiny you got. “your shirts are just extra comfy!” he truly didn't mind when you wore his clothes. in fact, he loved it. it made him feel almost...territorial over you. you were wearing his clothes, making it known that you were spoken for. all his.

Johnny took this opportunity to stare intensely at you while you were distracted by your novel. the book must have really hooked you, because you could barely tear your eyes away from it as you reached for your tea cup on the coffee table.

the longer Johnny watched you, the more his desire for you grew. with each second that passed he felt his sadistic side come out. here you were, sitting so comfortably, so innocently on a quiet evening. you had no idea what kind of evil thoughts your boyfriend was conjuring up in that head of his.

Johnny felt the familiar sensation of blood rushing to his dick. he couldn't help it! you were just so intoxicating. and the best part was, you didn't even know it. you would never be able to grasp just how much Johnny longed for you. he loved every single side of you. dressed to the nines, hoodie and leggings, acne treatments and teeth whitening strips. he loved it all.

johnny's body moved on autopilot as he got up from his chair and stalked over to where you were sitting on the couch. the sound of his actions brought you back to reality, and you flashed him a sweet smile as you looked back down at the last sentence you read. you had no idea what you were in for...

Johnny kneeled down in front of the couch and remained silent as he stared at you. you looked back up at him slightly confused and wondering what he was up to. the room was silent and you let out a puzzled laugh. "what?" Johnny said nothing as he slowly pulled your glasses off of your face and placed them on the coffee table. you questioned him again as he set your book aside face down, as to not lose your spot.

you looked up at him with big eyes, completely lost and confused as to what was going on. "do you know how fucking pretty you are?" Johnny asked in a soft tone. you could sense a bit of lust laced in his voice. "I—wha—where is this coming from?" he had effectively rendered you flustered. Johnny always had a way of making you melt without even touching you.

"I get to see you all the time, in every single form." Johnny gently pulled the blanked off of your lap and climbed onto the couch and in between your legs as he spoke in a slow, even tone. "doesn't matter if you're dolled up, fresh out of the gym, first thing in the morning. you are the most beautiful woman to ever walk this earth."

your heart was practically beating out of your chest. you were sure the look on your face was dumbfounded, because that's exactly what you were right now. "John! you...you can't just say things like that out of nowhere" you stuttered softly. Johnny was right on top of you now, looking deeply into your eyes with that signature intense stare. even after dating for all this time, you still had trouble holding eye contact with him.

"fuck, even the way you say my name is so sexy."

"baby..."

Johnny continued to set his thoughts free as he stared down at you. "everything you do is so sexy to me. and the fact that I'm the only one who gets to see all of you drives me fucking insane. only I get to be this close to you. only I can touch this beautiful body. I'm the only one who gets to hear those cute little moans you do so well."

each and every word got you more aroused. here you were with your face buried into your book not even two minutes ago. now, your boyfriend had you exactly where he wanted you: flustered underneath him.

Johnny cupped your face with his large, warm hands and brushed a thumb over your plump bottom lip. "may I?" he asked softly. "please" you breathed out. that's all he needed to hear. he leaned down to press a soft test kiss on your lips. you immediately grabbed the back of his head and kissed him hard. whenever Johnny got you this worked up it was a lot easier to show him how you felt, rather than tell him with words.

johnny's tongue brushed against yours as he deepened the kiss. he rutted against your hips once before he sat up on his knees and pulled you by your thighs so that you were laid out on your back. the look in his eyes was hungry. animalistic even. he wanted you and he wanted you now.

you bit your bottom lip as he swiftly pulled your panties down and off your legs. he groaned as he looked down at your soaked core. you started to pull his shirt off of you, but he quickly caught your hands. "nah, leave it on princess." he said with a growl. his possessive demeanor turned you on even more. he continued to hold your hands at your sides as he dove face first into your pussy. you bucked your hips in response, feeling extra sensitive. you wanted to run your hands through his hair so badly as he continued his ministrations against your buzzing clit.

"mmmm babyyyy" you moaned out, rocking your hips against his face. he slobbered on your pussy, then finally let go of one of your hands to run his own against your dripping mound. he slowly pushed his middle finger into your hole and watched you throw your head back. "that's it pretty, you just lay back and let me take care of you. gonna take care of you so good." Johnny pushed a second finger into your sopping wet hole and went back licking you. he quickly moved his head side to side, eager to get you off.

he knew you were going to cum any second now as he heard you panting loudly. he punched his fingers against your g spot a few more times before you finally let out a loud wail as you came. he smirked against your pussy, slowing down his movements as you came down from your high. Johnny sat back up on his heels and watched as your chest heaved up and down. "come up here and taste how good your pussy is, pretty girl." you quickly shot up and crashed your lips against his, moaning at the taste of your cum and his saliva.

"fuck John, that was so good." you moaned against his lips. Johnny got to work on undressing himself and chuckled darkly. "hmm, that was just the beginning, baby. lay back down for me, will ya?"

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fadedncity · 2 years

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wc: 2.5k

pairing: hades!johnny x persephone!reader

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

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

"Where is she?"

"Where she always is."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine."

. . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You gonna let me taste you, sweetness?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You wanna cum for me, baby?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please, Johnny."

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

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

"You feel so fucking good," you utter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fucking hell," Johnny clenches his jaw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Johnny," you whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around him.

"186 days. I've wasted enough."

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

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Promot 18 and 9 for johnny storm please

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Johnny Storm x plus size reader

Johnny is ok at being a hero, he’s good at extreme sports and he’s a god at sex, but feelings- he can’t do those

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, FWB to lovers, angst, shower sex, Johnny’s a bit of an asshole, I accidentally wrote Johnny as an American Jamie Tartt and I can’t find myself getting mad at it, fluff

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“Holy fuck this pussy is goddamn magical.” Johnny groaned into your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your delicate skin. Cold water rolled down your body, the hot water having long been used up. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you, his hands firmly planted on your wide hips as he drove into you.

“Johnny I love you.” You moaned. Your back arched as yet another orgasm began to build in your stomach. You reached back for him but only succeeded in skimming his abs with the tips of your fingers. He retaliated by punching into your cunt even harder, forcing your naked chest into the chilled shower tiles and away from him.

“Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned through gritted teeth. Heat began to grow behind you and Johnny’s cock somehow got even hotter inside of you. His right hand released your hip and captured your clit between his fingers, strumming you desperately to your end. “Fuck!”

Heat exploded deep within you and drove you over the edge. “God baby.” You moaned and slumped forward, letting your body relax underneath the cool spray of water.

“Damn baby, that was a good one.” Johnny slapped your plump ass in a friendly manor and pulled out of you.

You winced at the feel of his release escaping you as you stood up straight, letting the water wash your previous activities away. “Yeah it was.” You dismissed. Johnny raised a brow at you as you walked past him, grabbing one of his very expensive white towels on the way out.

“Where are you off to? Got some hot date?” He teased, trailing behind you. You didn’t even glance at him while you grabbed your clothes.

“No but you do. Diamond has been dying to finally get under you.” You sneered her name as you pulled on your panties. He scoffed.

“So what, it’s not like I’m actually dating you.” You froze, your stomach dropping.

“Yeah, I know.” You slipped on your sweater and grabbed the rest of your things. “Goodbye Johnny.” And this time, your goodbye actually sounded real.

——————

Johnny stared at his phone like it had offended him. “What’s up your ass today?” Ben planted himself in his reinforced chair across from the younger man, coffee cup in hand. Johnny just glared at him.

“Y/N’s been ignoring him for a week now.” Sue sat next to her little brother, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What did you do?” A murderous gaze levelled at him.

“I didn’t do anything!” Johnny retorted with a whine. A notification lit up his phone and he immediately abandoned the conversation in favour of grabbing his phone. He let out a sigh of disappointment, it was just a message from yet another one night stand.

Even without eyebrows, Ben’s brow raised. Johnny crumpled. “I didn’t do anything.” He muttered almost shamefully. “She just left my place the other day and hasn’t called me back even though I’ve texted her like 20 times! That’s 19 more times than I usually do!”

Richard suddenly appeared behind his wife. “And we ask again, what did you ‘not’ do?”

Johnny sighed heavily and slumped over the table. He propped his chin up on the counter, staring off into nothing. “I thought she didn’t mean it, I mean I was in the middle of blowing her back out!” The others winced but he continued. “She said she loved me.”

“And did you say it back?” Sue asked. The silence was all the answers they needed.

“And you’re still seeing other people?” Again there was silence but he nodded.

“And is she?” He shook his head.

“You’re a fucking idiot and you most definitely do not deserve a good woman like that.” Ben slammed his palm on the table, shaking the ground with the force. “Absolute piece of shit, can’t believe how stupid he is.” Ben muttered as he walked away.

Sue and Richard watched him go before turning back to the youngest member of the group. “Johnny, you know what she’s ignoring you. You broke her heart and I think it’s now breaking yours.” She squeezed her brother’s shoulder. “And I agree with Ben, you kind of deserve it.”

“But, maybe you can fix this.” Richard spoke up. “It’s never too late if you really do love her.”

Johnny glanced at his brother-in-law sceptically. “But I don’t love her. I mean I guess I like having her around. She’s incredible in bed and she makes these pancakes that are out of this world. And when she sleeps next to me, I sleep better than I ever have. And when she smiles at me, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. And sometimes when I’m out shopping I look at rings. But that means nothing!” He paused and looked at Sue. “Right?”

She just looked at him, her eyes softening. “Right?”

Sue laid a kiss to the side of his head. “I think you know the answer to that already.”

——————

The bottle of red was halfway gone when the knock on your door came. You groaned and forced yourself up from your extremely comfortable couch, stumbling only once as you made your way to the door.

“What are you doing here?” The one and only Johnny Storm stood on your doorstep looking like a lost puppy.

He looked at you with those huge blue eyes that had made you fall into his bed more times than you could count. “I was an asshole.”

“Yes you were.”

“And I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings like that.”

“Correct.”

“And I shouldn’t have let you walk out that door because you are by far the best thing that has ever happened to me. So I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m sorry and that I- shit c’mon. I looo- I can’t say it but you know what I mean.” You raised an eyebrow at him causing Johnny to sigh.

“Ok well I can’t say that but I do feel it. You’re absolutely amazing and a complete bombshell. And when I’m around you, I can be myself, not Johnny Storm, not the Human Torch, just me. You have been by my side through so much, even before we started sleeping together, which was a great decision by the way cause we are fucking awesome at sex.” You couldn’t help but smile and agree with the sentiment. “You’re my person, you are my home, you always have been. So yeah, there’s that.”

He shrugged almost sadly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “This doesn’t fix everything, you know that right?” His shoulder’s fell along with his expression.

“But what you said does mean a lot to me, so you can come in if you want to but you stay at least five feet away from me at all times. You have a lot of grovelling to do before you’re allowed back in.” You emphasised. Johnny perked up and bounced up the steps, giving you a peck on the cheek as he passed. You allowed the affection and slipped in behind him, a little smile on your face.

Johnny was buried between your thighs barely 15 minutes later.

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Who’s The Better C*ck?

pairing: male reader x jeno, mark, lucas, jaehyun & johnny

summary: after having kissed all of them, you have to take care of each of their *eggplant emoji*

notes: smut, bl*wjob, a whole lotta c*ck

words: 2,089

part 1: “who’s the better kisser?”

"Want me to help you guys with that?" You asked, gesturing at their bulges.

The guys looked down and saw that their cocks had formed obvious tents on each of their tents.

The guys looked at each other, implicitly seeking any disapproval in any of the others' faces. So as Johnny shrugged, so did everyone else.

You watched as the 5 hot men around you got up on their feet and pulled down their pants, letting their dicks out.

You were about to have an overdose of cock. And you couldn't wait for it.

Following the same line as before, you went to Jeno first. He had only the zipper of his jeans open so just his member and balls were visible. As it was so hard that it was pointing upwards, he pushed it down with his thumb and waited as you approached.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Jeno had always been known for being hung as his bulge could never be hidden. So it was no surprise when you took it in your hand and saw how massive he was.

Jeno's cock looked to be around 8 inches (20.3cm) long and had a medium girth, with a few veins visible along the shaft.

His skin was pale there but the bulbous head was a pretty pink color, intensified by how hard he was, shining from precum.

A patch of black hair also adorned the base, making him look even hotter. Meanwhile, his medium-sized balls lacked hair.

You stroked him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the head. Weirdly enough, Jeno tasted soft and delightful, matching the visual of his cock. He was literally delicious.

As your mouth watered the more you sucked him, Jeno's cock was soon thoroughly wet with spit and precum. The sound of your mouth on his dick reverberated in the room but you could still hear the faint noise of the other guys' slowly jerking themselves off.

Bobbing your head up and down nonstop, you couldn't get enough of how well Jeno tasted and how well he filled your mouth, its thickness filling you up just right.

You felt the spit smear around your lips as you kept slurping on that cock.

Soon, Jeno bent his head back and started puffing, signaling you that he was close to his climax.

After a few more seconds, Jeno shot his huge load inside your mouth. His cum wasn't very thick and it tasted just as soft as the skin of his cock did. Almost like the lightest of milks.

You swallowed it all as it oozed out of Jeno's cock like it was a pacifier. After being done, you let his member slide out of your mouth and exhaled loudly, expressing your content.

You caught your breath for a couple seconds before moving towards Mark, who was patiently waiting while slowly caressing his cock.

Mark had his hoodie on, looking all kinds of soft, but the lust on his face made him look just as hot.

Still on your knees, you took his cock in your hands and examined it, wanting to taking in every detail of it.

Mark wasn't as long as Jeno, but was still packing a big one. His cock was about 7 inches (17.8cm) long and just as thick as the younger's. While Jeno's looked a bit too big for his body, Mark's cock seemed to fit him perfectly, being just the right size for him, which was something that made Mark look even more attractive.

He was slightly more tan than Jeno and the head was a bit more red than pink. The shaft was mostly smooth and gave Mark a very clean appearance, the perfectly brushed patch of dark hair at the base complimenting him even more. Like Jeno, Mark's balls were smooth.

After fully examining Mark's member, you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his cock in one go.

Mark's cock had a bit more flavor to it when compared to Jeno's but he still tasted pretty clean and soft altogether. It was an addicting taste, and it made you suck him faster.

You bobbed your head up and down and was soon taking all of his 7 inches in your mouth, coating it thoroughly with your spit while you mixed it with his precum.

While Jeno was quieter, Mark couldn't help but moan as you went down on him. His soft voice coming out of him in arousing puffs of air as he looked at the way your wet lips smoothly slid up and down his cock.

Mark's dick fit your mouth perfectly, even more so than Jeno's.

Soon, Mark's moans became louder and more shaky, so you got ready to swallow down yet another load of cum.

After a few seconds, you felt Mark's cock twitch inside your mouth and his overflowing milk started to fill you up.

Mark's cum was less thick than Jeno's, but he easily oozed out double the amount than the other. Its taste was similar to the younger's but a bit more sour.

Because of how much Mark had cum, some of it leaked through the corners of your mouth and ran down your chin. Still, you managed to swallow most of his semen. It felt great.

You didn't bother cleaning up your face before you moved to the third cock of the night: Lucas'.

The young man had his pants pulled down to the knees and his enlarged member hung low as it was too massive to stand up.

Not wasting any time, you wrapped your hand around Lucas' cock and, for the third time, you examined it.

Lucas' cock was the biggest one so far, longer than Jeno's and thicker than both his and Mark's. It was easily 10 inches (25.4cm) long and it gave Lucas the stereotypical image of a tall slim guy with a horse cock.

His puppy face and expression of a horny teenager just helped in building that image up.

Lucas had darker skin than Mark and the head of his cock took a purple tone rather than a red one. A drop of precum hung from the tip and a messy bush of dark hair at the base finished off the look, with his balls being the biggest ones so far, but still lacking any kind of hair.

You gave his shaft a lick from the bottom until the very tip, where you caught the drop of precum that was about to fall.

With that alone, you could feel Lucas' more salty and sour taste compared to the previous two.

You wrapped your lips around his fat head and managed to take in half his cock. His thickness didn't help so you weren't able to fit as much as you did Mark and Jeno.

Keeping your mouth still, you used your hand to stroke the other half of his cock that couldn't fit inside.

You started moving your head up and down at a slow pace as you kept masturbating him.

Soon, you picked up your pace stroked him faster, making Lucas moan out loud. He was louder than Mark.

With a mouthful of cock, you felt your spit drip from your lips as you kept sucking.

After a while, Lucas dragged out a deeper moan as he let out a big load of cum inside your mouth.

His semen was the thickest one so far and the volume was almost the same as Mark's. His taste was salty but still delicious, so you swallowed it all.

You took a few seconds to rest before you moved on to Jaehyun.

Jaehyun was holding his pants open for you as his cock waited to be sucked on.

Kneeling in front of him, you wrapped your right hand around his hanging shaft and, once again, examined it.

Jaehyun was bigger than Jeno but smaller than Lucas, with a length of 9 inches (22.8cm) and as thick as the first one.

His cock was as pale as Jeno's but more veiny, the bulbous head being painted with a deep salmon pink color and shining with precum.

While Jaehyun was the hairiest overall, his pubes were more modest than Lucas' and they took a brighter hair color than expected, looking almost dark blonde.

His balls hung low and had that same dark blonde hair on them, being hairiest sack of all the boys.

You wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock and slurped on it, sucking on his precum.

Jaehyun tasted salty like Lucas but not as sour, while the skin of his member had a slightly musky scent and flavor. He had the richest taste so far.

You went down on his shaft until you couldn't fit any more of it in your mouth. Like you did with Lucas, you started masturbating what was rest of it, taking the chance to brush your hand on the bushy hair at the base.

The rich taste and smell of Jaehyun made your mouth water even more and soon his cock was all lathered up with your saliva.

Taking a break to breathe, you removed your mouth from his cock and stroked it, feeling a rush of arousal as you saw the string of spit connect the tip of his dick with your lips.

Going back at it, you started sucking him off again, this time picking up the pace.

It took Jaehyun a few minutes until his cock twitched and his thick cum started filling up your mouth.

His milk was as thick as Lucas' but it tasted even better. You just wanted more and more. And Jaehyun kept giving it to you.

His orgasm felt almost eternal until he finally stopped cumming. You managed to swallow most of it but some of it had leaked, dripping down your chin like Mark's cum had just minutes before.

You started feeling full and your jaw was a little tired from all the sucking. But you still had one more cock to go.

Johnny took notice of your state as you approached him. "Don't worry, I'm so horned up I'm not gonna take long to cum."

You nodded and then looked down to take in the size of Johnny's cock.

His dick was as long as Lucas' but it seemed even thicker than his. Somehow, it didn't hang as low as the latter one did.

Johnny's cock was as hard as a rock, pointing directly at your face with a purply bulbous head dripping precum.

His shaft was almost as smooth as Mark's, but a single thick vein that traced its underside from the base to the tip gave it some extra texture.

His pubes weren't as bushy as Lucas' but his hairs were longer and his balls, while not as hairy as Jaehyun's, had some of it too.

Tired of using your hands, you rested them on your knees while you got closer to that thick cock with your mouth open.

You felt as Johnny placed one of his hands on your head and started to buck his hips slowly. You let him do the work this time.

His enlarged member filled your mouth quickly but Johnny didn't force it all the way down your throat, not wanting to hurt you.

He started to quicken his thrusts and grunts starting leaving his mouth.

You looked up and took in the erotic sight before you. Johnny had a lustful expression on his face and strands of his hair kept moving as he thrusted inside your mouth.

You two stayed in that position for a few minutes and, when you thought you were about to chug down another load of cum, Johnny's cock left your mouth.

It took you a couple seconds to register that the oldest of them had decided to cum on your face instead. That thought sent chills down your spine.

You watched as Johnny masturbated his cock frantically for a few seconds before milk started to shoot out of him and landing on your face.

He oozed out enough cum to paint your face with his thick semen. You loved all of it.

When he was done, you licked around your mouth to try and taste some of his liquid. His flavor wasn't as musky as Jaehyun but he tasted just as salty. Delicious.

"Oof," Johnny let out, breathless. "That was...good." He said while buttoning up his pants.

"We should that more often," Jaehyun suggested.

You watched as the other boys nodded.

You smirked, loving that idea.

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sardonic-the-writer · 9 days

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ includes: sodapop, ponyboy, johnny cade, and dallas winston

↳ warnings: mentions of being beaten up, various injuries, and angst. no actual description of being jumped

↳ notes: could be interpreted as romantic or platonic. had trouble trying to nail all of them down, so i hope i did them justice. reblogs and comments and greatly appreciated

↳ song: blue moon (take five)—elvis presely

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𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐩

• It's mid-day when he stumbles in from a long morning of working on cars down at the DX with Steve. Grease is all along the skin of his hands, and a different kind can be seen slicking back his hair, but that's nothing a hot shower can't fix

• He was on his way to do just that, enjoying the for once empty house as he did so, only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw you splayed out on the couch

• You were so still his first thought was that you were taking a nap. But once Soda looked closer, he quickly realized you were doing anything but sleep

• "Hey there Soda." You slurred with a careless grin, elevating your head the best you could to keep blood from dripping into your eye; the likes of which was already beginning to swell an angry red color

• It was clear to Soda what had happened. Everyone in the gang had been jumped once or twice, the more minor ones resulting in a fist fight or two while the bigger fights ended up with scars like Johnny had, and he could tell this was one of the latter

• "Good glory."

• Soda immediately dropped everything to take care of you. Or, when you wouldn't let him fuss over you, insisting you were fine (you were not), he goes out of his way to keep an eye on you. The only times he leaves your side on the couch is to bring you some rubbing alcohol and a bandage for the open wounds

• Turns into such a mother hen. Even after getting a closer look at your injuries, which turned out to be less troubling than he had expected, he still refuses to leave you alone

• "What were you doing walking in that part of town?" He throws his hands in the air as you finally explained where you'd gotten jumped. "You know we ain't liked much there, man."

• You grunted with a mix of pain and annoyance as you sat yourself up more. "Yeah, well I wasn't exactly expecting to get jumped in broad daylight on a public street now, was I?"

• He supposes that's a fair point, but won't admit it. Especially not while your skin is turning various shades of the rainbow

• After that day he always makes sure to remind you not to walk anywhere soc's are known to hang. It even goes as far as him suggesting he could draw you a map, to which you respond by reminding him that you'd lived here just as long as he had and could walk by yourself thank you very much

• "At least make sure you carry a blade or something, yeah?" He practically begs you, all the while staring at the small scar that swiped across the beginning of your hairline. A memory of when you had been stupid enough to get into a fight you knew you wouldn't win

• "Yeah yeah whatever Soda." You puff, promising him that if anything like that ever happens again you won't hesitate to call him or one of the other guys

• He might be a bit overbearing, but by god does Soda love you, so don't you go getting beat up on now

𝐏𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲

• This was before he had gotten tag teamed on the way back from the movies, so frankly, when Ponyboy finds you leaning against a brick wall downtown with your head all but limp against it, he thinks he's found a dead body

• Pony is just about to nervously pass it when he notices your shoes—the exact same type he'd seen you wearing the last time you'd met up with him

• Has no idea what to do at first. He'd never seen anyone other than Johnny look like this after getting jumped, and the other boy had been crying. You were just laying there. He supposed that is he had been you, he would have been hollering for his brothers by now

• Doesn't freak out. That's not in his nature. Instead, Pony kind of just stares at you for a moment before walking over and shaking you. Perhaps with a bit more force than nessicary

• Despite his gift with words, Pony couldn't describe the relief that washed over him when he opened his eyes even if he wanted to

• "What happened?" He says your name with an underlying quiver to it, eyes darting around your shoulders as he looks at bruises and cuts. Nothing serious he hopes, but it's hard to tell in the moonlight. If he squints his eyes hard enough, he thinks he sees purple marks in the shape of fingers around your neck

• Sure enough, when you speak your voice is a little wheezey

• "What does it look like?" You cough, throwing your head back against the wall with enough effort that Pony hears a crack. "Owch. Forgot that was there."

• He isn't sure if your asking him about your face, or talking about the brick wall. Either way he wouldn't know what to say, so he just responds by standing up and bringing you with him

• Ponyboy feels about as young as he looks when the two of you first start walking down the dimly lit streets, but by the time he's close enough to see the lights of his house, he swears to himself that his muscles would've given out if the walk had been another block longer

• His brothers, and whoever else happens to be over at the house at the time, mostly take over once he manages to pry the screen door open with his free hand and toss you inside. Pony stands by as they make sure you'll be okay, occasionally making use of his hands by bringing you water or disinfectant

• He tries to skip school the next day to stay home with you and make sure you sleep alright, but is sent off anyways when Darry vetos that idea before he could even fully suggest it

• Real eager to get home all through the school day, and is glad when he walks in on you sitting in his kitchen that afternoon, rubbing at the spots on your neck as you eat a meal Darry managed to scrounge up for you

• Let's just say Pony is always the first to ask you to be safe when you go out alone after that

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲

• If this is Johnny before he himself gets jumped, then you're getting a very concerned friend questioning you in a soft voice as he tries not to look at your injuries too much. He knows that he hates it when people stare at him after his dad hits him, so he attempts to offer you the curtosy he never got

• Post beaten Johnny though? He's a nervous wreck

• It's even worse if he finds you before you find him. His first thought is that the people that did this to you might still be around, and he's ashamed of himself for wanting to run away. Later when he confesses that train of thought to you you reassure him he's fine and that anyone would have done the same thing, but he still gets an icky feeling in his gut anytime he thinks about it

• Assuming that you manage to stumble upon him first though, Johnny knows what to do and how to do it. It's almost sad that he knows the exact way to deal with a situation with this, but seeing as it happened to him not too long ago, it's not exactly a surprise

• He can't stop himself for looking for signs of ring indents on your face as he wipes blood off your face with shakey hands. His gaze is so intense that even through the pounding in your head you can tell what Johnny's thinking

• "It wasn't the same guys." You croak out. Johnny is momentarily startled at your words and turns as if to move away before hesitantly returning to the task at hand

• "Oh." His voice cracks. "Good."

• After making sure you're no longer bleeding, or at the very least hurting with every breath you take, he calls Ponyboy up first thing. It's the only other person he immediately thought of in the moment, and can't remember a time that he was more greatful then when Pony shows up to help him

• The two boys eventually tell everyone else, but that night Johnny relived every bad moment he's ever experienced all in one, and doesn't know that he'd have been able to deal with that if Pony or you hadn't been there; even if you were beaten black and blue

• Sometime later Johnny realizes that he'd been jumping at little things less and less, and a small part of him wonders if going through that with you that one night helped him to overcome some of his own fears. Even if by a little bit

• The thought it is comforting

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬

• Red light filtered through the bar windows as you stumbled up rickety steps to knock on an equally as rickety door

• Your teeth chattered in the night despite it being in the middle of summer, mustering the most genuine smile you could as the entrance eventually opened

• "Dallas here?" You asked the man in the door with a poorly disguised groan

• Whatever would have happened next was promptly cut short at you felt your throat tighten. With a lurch in both your stoumach and your body, you leaned forward to vomit straight on Buck Merril's boots

• "Urg. Oops."

• Buck didn't even bother to growl at you or go look for Dallas before snatching you inside. If it had been a busier night, or if he had liked those boots more, he might have done either of those things. Or just straight up have left you to sit on that doorstep until morning

• But Bucm knew just by looking at you that you were in no condition to be left alone, and that Dallas would kill him if one of his friends died on his doorstep

• The bartender forwent knocking on Dallas' door before busting it open. He only had time to hope that his friend wasn't hooking up with anyone before stomping in, your dazed figure trailing behind him

• Thankfully it was just Dallas in the room. Just a pissed, shirtless looking Dallas. The way he shot up from in his bed made Buck think he had been trying to get some sleep and failing

• "They showed up looking for you. Let me know if you need to phone the hospital." He mummbled before slamming the door on the way out. Dallas barely had time to ask what in the fuck he was talking about before you planted face first on the foot of his bed

• Later he would be annoyed that you got bloodstains all over his sheets, but in the moment he was more focused on your ripped clothes and skin littered with flecks of glass and gravel

• "Got any bandaids Dally?" You ask with a dry tone, the joke falling flat at he three the covers off of himself. Part of them landed on your head over at the other end of the bed, and he rushed to move then away

• "Shit— uh, hold on." Was all he could manage. You took it upon yourself to cautiously crawl up against the wall, mindfully of the way your body screamed at you to stop as you did so

• Dallas finished russeling through one of his dresser drawers— the very same one that he would later go through to give Ponyboy and Johnny his gun after their late night misshap —coming back to you with a sunbleached cloth and some pills

• "Hold that wherever its bleeding the most." He said gruffly. "And take these."

• "What are they?" You swallowed them without waiting for his answer

• "Hangover pills. The only sort of medicine Buck has here that isn't white and powdery." Dally leaned far back from you for a moment to scan your available skin, eyes lingering on the way you winced everytime your stoumach moved in the slightest

• "Got me there the worst." You noticed his looks and chose to talk through your urge to hurl again. "Still feels like the winds been kicked out of me."

• "Soc's?" Is all he asks

• You shake your head. "No. Some other greasers. Picked a fight with them last week. I won and forgot all about it. Didn't realize that they were that ticked off about it."

• Dallas resisted the urge to scoff at you, and it must have shown on his face if the way you laughed said anything

• "Glory Dallas Winston, can you judge me later when I'm not bleeding all across your buddies floor?"

• "Sure sure." He waved, eyebrows furrowing

• He finds himself wishing later that you had gone to Darry or even Steve for help with this stuff. He isn't the best at dressing wounds, even if he's had lots of practice on himself, and knows better than most that his bedside manner isn't exactly the best. When you're not wincing or dry heaving in a bout of pain, the two of you are bickering

• "Anymore tighter and my finger will be likely to fall off, Dal."

• "Shut up."

• For the love of everything good don't ever do this to him again. Dallas has no idea how to be soft with people, and he isn't sure offering you a cigarette right after disinfecting your wounds is the best way to do it

• You accept the unusual gift anyways, shaking your head with a smile as you do so

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iifishizzleii · 2 months

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okay. so i currently have two fics in the works, both of which i really hope to have out and posting for y’all by this summer. (and it’s taking forever because i write outlines for my fics because if i don’t i’ll lose the will to write it and abandon the work😭).

but which one would u guys be more inclined to read??

double jeopardy-

ex convict! reader, framed for a crime she didn’t commit, helps the 141 track the cult that killed her family and plans on wiping out humanity. involves female poc reader.

blood and bones-

vampire! soap who accidentally makes slasher! ghost his servant. human! gaz who has vampire! price in debt to him when he saves him from hunters. all of their lives are put at risk by the world soap and price lives in within the shadows through some very unfortunate events.

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #ghost x soap #gaz x price #tf141 x you #female reader #ghost x you #johnny x you #price x you #gaz x you #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john piece

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sehunniepotwrites · 10 months

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CELEBRATION | JH.S

a GOING FOR THE GOLD bonus scene you’re so golden: the olympic collection

SYNOPSIS. Four days after you win gold, it’s Johnny’s turn to earn his place on the podium. As his proud girlfriend, it’s your job to support him and tease the hell out of him as he earns his spot on the podium.

GENRE. established relationship!au, olympics!au, suggestive PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader

WARNINGS. no explicit content (sex); y/n makes the blowjob gesture (tongue poking cheek); johnny gets a boner

WORD COUNT. 2k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE. You don’t have to read the other parts but it would make a lot of sense if you did.

DAY 12 AT THE VILLAGE, DAY 8 OF THE GAMES: MEN’S 200M BUTTERFLY FINALS

Four days after you won gold, the roles are reversed. This time, you are the one in the crowd, screaming until your lungs collapse, as you watch Johnny’s wide wing span take over his entire lane. You watch as Johnny comes up for a breath, mouth open wide and gasping for air, handsome face drenched in water and determined eyes covered by the black goggles. It’s the final lap and there’s only a short distance between him and the predicted runner up in this race.

You and the girls–Sooyoung, Yerim, Seungwan, Seulgi, and Joohyun–squeeze each other’s hands with such intensity. Jaehyun, who is not participating in any event that day, rests his hands on your shoulders, his grip tightening as Johnny’s opponent picks up the pace. The intensity of his hold doesn’t even phase you, not when your new boyfriend is so close to obtaining an Olympic gold medal for himself.

The small crowd with the Aquatic Center roars with excitement and adrenaline as Johnny and his competitor reach for the wall at the exact same time. None of you can determine the winner from that close call from your point of view, so you impatiently wait for the results to appear on the big screen.

Johnny’s large body is bobbing in the water, goggles already ripped from his head, and hands gripping tightly to the edge of the pool. Commotion erupts from all around you, with Jaehyun’s arms shaking your body and Yerim’s screams ringing in your ear. It’s then you realize that your man had done it–he earned the top spot on the podium. You’re crying at this point, so happy that he achieved his lifelong dream and that you were there to witness this historic moment.

You were there for him two days prior when the boys won Silver for their relay. You felt the disappointment dripping from Johnny’s features when he found out he was mere seconds behind first, just a hand width away, but you are sure this victory makes up for it.

“That’s your boy,” Jaehyun whispers into your ear and a surge of pride rushes through your veins. That is your boy–he is the light of your life, the shining sun in your darkest days, your greatest love, and now your one and only Olympic gold medalist. Your Eagle. Your Big Bird. Your Johnny.

Your ears are attuned to his voice, Johnny’s victorious yells carrying through the noise. You wish you are able to run down to the area but your team was already let out with a warning once. You do not want to take that risk again. Instead, you make your way down to where the interviews are held and park yourself behind where Tiffany Hwang, Team Korea’s swimming correspondent, records her bits.

As Johnny saunters over to the streaming area, he catches your eye, does a full scan of you draped in his swimming parka, and has the audacity to smirk and send a flirty wink in your direction. Everything romantic between the two of you is so new, meaning four days old, Johnny’s actions leave you weak in the knees. It makes you lose your balance for a second and you are embarrassed at how much your best friend, now boyfriend, can have such an effect on you. You wonder if anything you do would garner the same reaction. So as Johnny steps into position to start his post-swim interview, you start to formulate a little scheme.

“Congratulations on winning gold, John,” Tiffany greets with a bright smile. The reporter has always been pretty and a sight for sore eyes but there is a better view standing just a few meters away.

Johnny places himself in a way where he can see you in his sightlines. The two of you may not be public yet but he is so close to saying your full name into the microphone when asked who he dedicates his win to. “Thank you, Tiffany.”

“It’s so great to see another Korean-American such as yourself earn a grand title such as Olympic Gold Medalist. How does it feel to finally be a part of that small inspirational group of Asian Americans?”

“Amazing. A dream come true really. I just hope that people who look like me,” he pauses, takes a second, remembering that Tiffany is another Korean-American, “people like us continue to work hard to achieve our goals.”

Tiffany smiles and nods in agreement.

“We didn’t have many prominent Asian or AAPI athletes to look up to growing up. But we’re on the rise. Our time is here and now. Representation matters and I hope my achievement will inspire all the Asian greatness that is to come.”

Johnny steals a glance at you and finds you with a hand over your heart. “I love you,” you mouth, “I am so proud of you.”

Johnny wants to reply, to declare his love for you to the world, but you are still his little secret. He wants to keep you to himself before the rest of the world makes sense of your relationship. His eyes shine with the brightness of a million stars as he looks at you and he hopes you are able to read every emotion behind them. And you do.

The swimmer forgets the task at hand as he continues to stare into your eyes. You shake your head and gesture back to Tiffany, prompting your boyfriend to turn back to the camera.

“John?” Tiffany’s voice calls.

“Sorry, yes?”

“That’s alright. Still soaking in your victory?”

Johnny catches your eye again and you laugh. “Something like that, yeah. What were you saying?”

As Tiffany shoots out another question that goes in one ear and out the other, his gaze remains on you. He sees one of your hands, covered by his oversized sleeve, coming up to cup the side of your face. The expression you wear shifts almost immediately, the innocent and proud grin you wear turning into one that he’s seen behind closed doors. Your lids droop to mirror the eyes of a siren and your lips curve into a smile that drives him wild.

And just when Johnny thinks that is all, your tongue drags along your bottom lip before poking the inside of your cheek. It’s a lewd action to hint what is to come and his mind immediately comes up with a billion scenarios on how it will play out. His pupils dilate, his heart rate increases, and he feels something twitch below his torso. Quickly covering his lower half with the towel he was given, he fixes his stance and gives you a warning stare. The sound of your laughter reaches his ears and flares him up even more. No amount of laps in the cool down pool will help him out of this mess.

With his gaze zoned in on your lips, Johnny barely recognizes that the word you are mouthing is “focus” before Tiffany calls him back to reality once again.

“Sorry again,” he apologizes sheepishly.

“No worries. I was just asking how you are going to celebrate.”

Johnny gulps. A celebration is definitely in order. It’s just not one he’d like to reveal to the world at this very moment. “With my team, of course. A couple of beers in our room and games should do.”

“The usual suspects that are in your vlogs, I suppose?”

Johnny shoots her a grin. “How ever did you know?”

“A lucky guess,” she shrugs. Johnny likes how casual Tiffany is. Since she’s followed his career since he first started, interviews with her are like talking to an older sister. She’s on the younger side compared to other correspondents but her youthfulness is what makes her so likable. “Thank you for your time, Johnny, and congratulations again. Take your time to soak in this win–a moment like this is one to be celebrated.”

“No, thank you, Tiffany.”

The camera turns off and the crew begins to prepare for the next event. Just as Johnny turns to leave, the sportscaster calls him back.

“Yeah?” he answers.

Tiffany, in her hot pink suit and matching nails, gestures to him to come closer. When he is within reach, her manicured hand cups her mouth and she whispers in his ear, “If you want to keep your relationship hidden for a bit, stop being so obvious, Suh.”

Johnny chokes. “What?”

Tiffany raises her perfectly filled in brows at him. “It’s like you two want to get caught, I’m trying to save you from the publicity, you doof!” She moves to slap him and he winces.

Tiffany also motions to his lower body. “You need to keep it in your pants,” she scoffs with a hint of disgust.

“It’s her fault,” Johnny whines, bringing the towel closer to conceal his growing problem.

“Fly high, butterfly,” Tiffany mocks, mimicking your voice. “Ugh. You two are hopeless.”

“Jae says the exact same thing,” Johnny retorts.

Tiffany rolls her eyes. “Get outta here, I have interviews to conduct and you have–” her voice trails off, “–celebrations to attend to.” He takes that as his cue to leave.

Since his event was one of the last of the night, the medal ceremony arrives fairly quickly. And although taking his place on the podium is a moment he’s dreamed about his entire life, Johnny cannot help but think of what is to come after. His heart, mind, and soul are all clouded by thoughts of you. And unfortunately for him, so are other parts of his tall, endowed body.

The minute he’s out of camera focus and back in the ready room, Johnny finds you grinning in the back corner. You are the only thing he sees as he makes his way towards you. His big hands pry his unzipped parka apart and plant themselves at your sides. He gives you a tight squeeze before tugging your body to his front. His ears pick up on the smallest noise that escapes your pretty lips.

Johnny doesn’t care who else is in the room. He needs to set one thing straight with you.

“You’re a menace, Flip,” he practically groans into your ear, his head then dropping to your neck in defeat. Johnny’s wet hair drips onto your skin and the dry parka that dwarfs your body but it doesn’t phase you—you’re used to the way water feels.

You grin back up at him, fingers circling around the cold first place medal around his neck. The featherlight skims sends tingles down his spine and he shivers. Nothing compares to your touch. Nothing will ever compare to you.

“How so?”

Your coyness riles Johnny up even more. “You know what you did,” he almost whines, voice dipping low.

“What did I do?” Opposite of your lover, your voice raises in pitch.

“Y/N,” he warns.

“Johnny,” you reply cheekily in the same tone, fluttering your lashes at him.

Another groan escapes him because now that he has you—now that you are officially his—Johnny will never win. He steals a kiss, one not too long or intense, but just enough to preview what is to come before pulling away. His supple tongue quickly swipes against your pouting lip. “What are you doing to me?” He whispers into your mouth.

“Well, there are things I want to do. I just can’t do them here.”

A frustrated glare flashes in his eyes and you laugh at the words he is holding back. Johnny’s large hand engulfs yours as he drags you out of the area. “We’re leaving. Now.” Your giggles bounce off the hallways as you rush back to the housing complex. Something tells you it will be a night to remember.

(Jeno sees the two of you escape and he sighs. He turns to his roommates and the girls who are standing next to him. “Great. We’ve been sexiled.”

“Again?” Sooyoung whines.

“So…anyone down for getting shit faced tonight so we don’t have to deal with their noises?” Mark proposes.)

COACH’S DEBRIEF. Surprise, I’m back with my favorite Big Bird and tagged everyone that adored him! I haven’t written anything in a while but I’ve hit two huge milestones (graduating and hitting a follower count) that I wanted to celebrate with a lil something. Thank you all for sticking by me. I hope you enjoyed my little return!

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#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x you #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny suh #johnny x you

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lemon-boy-stan · 1 year

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sex with nct 127

TAEYONG -

Taeyong is very flexible, and not just because he's a dancer, but because he has a lot of duality. He can both sub and dom, and he candefinetley give you multiple orgasms. Taeyong hates sharing you. He doesn't like other guys touching you and he doesn't like other guys watching you. His favourite place to fuck you is in the privacy of his bedroom when no-one's around (not even a hotel room, because that's too risky). TY loves his pet names, and has different pet names for different moods. He's not that much of a fan of being called "daddy", but if you call him Yong or Yongie, he'll pretty much give you whatever you want. When he subs, call him "baby boy" for extra points because it makes him super whiny. He can get pouty and jealous sometimes, where you have to show him how much you love him, and other times he can get huffy and angry, where he has to fuck his feelings into you. Big switch vibes.

TAEIL -

Taeil likes making sure you feel good. He loves being as close to you as possible, and always makes sure that you’re the one who cums first. He hates sharing you, and it would never happen, because he believes that sex should only be between two people that love each other; it’s not a jealousy thing, it’s just one of his morals. He can be rough sometimes, but his movements are always filled with love, it’s kind of hard to explain. Aftercare is one of the most important things for him in the world. He has to make sure you’re okay; and he’s very safe, too. There’s definitely no accidents with Taeil.

JOHNNY -

Johnny knows he’s powerful and knows he's good-looking. He’s a dom, and can often switch between hard and soft, but finds it amusing if you ever try to take control. Of course, he’d let you if you asked him (he probably wouldn’t like it), but if you tried it halfway between sex he’d just laugh so loudly it wouldn’t be funny. He loves how small you are beneath him, how helplessly out of control under his grasp. He’s always such a cocky fuck. You think he hasn’t caught you staring at his chest all the time? You thought wrong. He’ll definitely bring it up next time you’re in bed together. Think he doesn’t see you staring at him during his dance practice? He’ll announce it and take you right then and there. He may be open to sharing you, but only with someone he really trusts (and only if, after, he gets to remind you who you belong to). If he hears you moaning in your sleep, he’d be the type to wake you up with his tongue in your cunt. He also has a huge breeding kink. Johnny's a very fatherly like person, and all he's ever wanted is kids. Even if you're on birth control, he loves seeing his cum dripping out of you.

YUTA -

Yuta’s the kind of guy who you know is a freak the moment you look at him; with his chiseled jawlines, long hair and pulverizing dark eagle eyes. Loves being in control, but can also be a bit of a bratty sub, too. Adores knife play. Actually hates seeing you hurt in non-sexual scenarios, but is a fucking sadist in bed. Is obsessed with the way the tears stream down for cheeks and how you beg and beg for him. Loves when you dress all innocent for him, in pastel lingerie and whatnot. Yuta loves marking you as well. He doesn’t use metal knives because he’s scared he might actually injure you, but he does enjoy leaving lots and lots of red bruises on your skin. He’s the type to finger you under the table in front of all your friends, but do not even think of touching him under the table. If you even so much as go near there, his hand will fly down and his nails will leave a mark on your skin, lip curling as he turns to you, “what are you doing, sweetheart?” eyes blazing with fire.

MARK -

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. Mark Lee is the sweetest boyfriend to ever exist. Honestly, though, I think a good sexual experience with Mark would probably happen while you're both drunk, while he has no idea what's happening and is fumbling to undo your clothes. He's the kind of incredible one-night-stand whose name you can't remember at all, but when you see him again it all starts coming back to you. He's very intimate with his s/o. He loves leaving sloppy kisses (whether drunk or sober), though he doesn't know his own strength. Yeah, while Johnny's the kind to break the bed during sex, Mark's the kind to break the bed by jumping on it, but he'd definetly blow out your back by accident. Even though he hates leaving marks like hickeys, for some reason in the morning he always gets confused when he sees bruises on your body. He doesn't really mind who's on top, so long as the night ends with both of you satisfied.

JAEHYUN -

I've said it once and I'll say it again. Jaehyun is sexy everywhere, and mean everywhere. He lives somewhere between the fine line of cruel and sweet, but it's the idea of getting caught that gets him going. If it's in the supply closet of an Inkigayo room fifteen minutes before the show starts, he's already shimmying off his pants. If it's in one of the member's rooms after they've majorly pissed him off, say no more. Jaehyun is often a very private person, but once he's riled up and horny, he doesn't care. Jaehyun sees sex as a way to relieve your stress and to destress, so you can bet for sure some of the best sex with him is when he's mad; especially with that monster cock of his. Often he tries his best to be gentle, but he forgets how strong he is.

DONGHYUCK -

Haechan looks like he's innocent, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, some of which he learnt from his hyungs (like edging), and others that he learnt on his own, or is just a natural at them. Donghyuck is a big believer in teasing and, ever since he learnt about it, edging. He doesn't really care who's in control, he's a great dom and an amazing, whiny sub. He's so energetic all the time, so of course he'll have a lot of stamina. He loves giving and recieving both praise and degration. He's not as freaky as Yuta, but he does enjoy using a few toys.

DOYOUNG -

Doyoung is a shitty little tease. He adores foreplay, and pretty much anything that will make you drip for him. He may seem awkward and even possessive, but Doyoung actually really enjoys sharing you; whether physically or with another member watching. He's a big exhibitionist, so he loves showing his members how many times he can make you cum. Speaking of, if he even sees a vibrator in your room, he's probably the type of guy to have a contest with it, seeing how many more times he can make you orgasm than the "fake plastic dildo" can (I have no idea what a fake dildo is, ask Doyoung).

JUNGWOO -

Jungwoo sometimes looks innocent or even unexperienced or maybe not even into sex at all, but in reality, he's almost as freaky as Yuta. He loves making you cum, loves hearing you scream his name and absolutely adores taking you from the back. Honestly, he'd probably put a vibrator in you the whole day just to see if you'd break. He's not the jealous type, but when he does get jealous, he gets toxic, and he certainly doesn't like sharing you, but he's quite proud when he's telling stories of the two of you to his hyungs; enjoys when he knows they can hear you, and probably is another one who'd break the bed by accident (though he'll definetley be cocky about it and make it look like he did it on purpose).

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lavendersuh · 1 year

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oh my, oh my god 단 너뿐이야

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

warnings: suggestive content, mentions of alcohol and partying

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

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oh my, oh my god, 예상했어 나

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

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

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

You? You, you maybe not so much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, hi.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You do?”

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

“Oh?”

Oh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, sure!”

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

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

He gave you a reassuring smile, “Sure.”

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

“Tell us everything!”

“Does he seem interested?”

“Did you ask him out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You return his smile, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

Not a dream, at all.

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koisuko · 4 months

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Your johnny cage x shy!reader made me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl AAAAAAHHH it was so good!! Maybe it's too early to ask for this but... I'd like to know how johnny treats his blushing princess in bed, if ur comfortable! 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I'll try my best, still new to writing nsfw but hopefully you like it!

Tw: sexual themes, afab, mdni, daddy Johnny, shy inexperienced reader, vulgar words

Tangled together in disheveled clothes, roaming hands, and hungry mouths, the soft rays of moonlight leaking through his curtains, painting the both of you in an ethereal glow. His fingers danced along your skin beneath your shirt, sending waves of goosebumps through you, your legs hugging his waist as he gripped your hip to keep you in place. He left a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck, each one more aggressive than the last, "are you sure, we can stop if you want to," he asked between kisses, his voice soft and tender. "I-I'm sure, just...take it slow please," you blushed, thoughts of what's to come rushing through your mind. You felt his lips quirk up in a smirk against the skin of your neck, "let me take care of you princess," he whispered, his voice smooth like honey, causing a shock in your core.

As clothes discarded, thrown off to the side and forgotten, the blush on your face grew more. Finding yourself now nude, on full display to Johnny's hungry eyes, he looks down at you as his eyes dart over every detail of your body, causing you to subconsciously shield yourself from his gaze. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He paused for a second, letting the words sink in as he stared into you, "let me show you just how beautiful you are."

His lips journey along the contours of your form, leaving a trail of tender kisses in their wake, eventually coming to just below your navel. His eyes met yours as he slowly brought his hands to your inner thighs, tracing lines with a featherlight touch, every movement getting closer to your already wet core. "So pretty," he whispered, licking his lips as he placed a soft kiss on your inner thigh, bringing his hands to grip your hips, harshly dragging you closer to the edge of the bed, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips. Without warning, you felt his warm, wet tongue lick the entrance of your folds, roaming through every inch before settling on your sensitive bud. He swirled circles, a hybrid of a moan and a whimper left your throat, your hand shooting to his hair as he preformed his relentless assault on your core. My god, his tongue was like magic, occasionally darting in and out of you earning mewls of pleasure from you. Your back arched into him as he brought a finger up, sliding the digit past your slick folds and hooking it up to bump your sweet spot. His tongue continued to swirl your bundle of nerves, his finger pumping in and out as you squirmed and whimpered, “you like that, darling?” He murmured, his lips glistening with your juices as he laps you up hungrily.

“I-I need you,” you choked out, your chest heaving with the growing knot in your stomach. He chuckled, placing a second finger inside you before humming softly, feeling the tightness of your entrance around his fingers, “you aren’t ready, honey.” He adjusted his position, bringing his mouth to latch onto your hardened nipple as he worked his fingers inside you, his thumb moving circles on your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming, you felt yourself near your climax way too quickly, gripping onto the sheets beneath you for support.

So close, you were just on the edge before he stopped abruptly, a grin on his face, “save it for me doll.” His boxers pooled at his ankles, his member springing out from its confines, the tip drooling with pre-cum. You felt yourself blush as you stared at his sheer size, worried yet excited at the same time. “Hey, it’s ok,” he reassured, placing a hand on your cheek, “we can take it slow, sweetheart, and if you change your mind at anytime, feel free to tell me.” You nodded in response, the sound of package tearing echoed through the room as he gloved his cock with a condom. You took a deep breath as you felt him press his tip against your entrance, slowly rubbing it against you before placing his hand in yours, “ready?” He asked, smiling down at you with a reassuring gaze. You bit your lip, taking another breath as you nodded for him to continue. You felt him slowly push inside you, stretching you slightly with a mix of pleasure and pain. He filled you to the brim, gently caressing your clit to ease the tension as he waited for you to adjust.

You subtly incline your head, encouraging him to move, his hips rocking in a slow gentle rhythm, testing the waters before groaning and picking up his pace. The lewd sounds of moans and groans filled the room, his hand gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips to meet his. He could tell you were close, the sudden silence from you aside from rapid breaths, your cunt pulsing around his cock, and the dazed look in your eyes as they gloss over with ecstasy. Johnny hiked your leg above his shoulder, reaching even deeper inside you as he felt his own climax nearing, his groans becoming louder as your walls clamped around him. "Good girl," he whispered, setting you over the edge as you cried out his name, your walls a vice like grip as he followed shortly after. A final thrust elicited a loud groan from him, spilling his seed into the condom, "you did so well for me, princess."

The after care consisted of a warm bath, he carried you to and from bridal style as he fed and bathed you, dressing you in warm comfortable pajamas before cuddling you to sleep.

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ncityprincess · 11 months

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how johnny is as a boyfriend

minors do not interact

-*sighs dreamily* the Boyfriend of all Boyfriends

-i think johnny just loves love

-and he wouldn’t get in a relationship with just anyone

-he feels overcome with joy and happiness whenever he looks at you

-loves it when you get super excited or passionate about something

-you’re so endearing and beautiful in his eyes

-wants to build a comfortable life for the two of you

-he is attracted to strong and confident people

-loves someone who isn’t afraid to speak their mind

-bonus points if you’re witty and feisty

-loves playful banter

-if you’re short he’s gonna be annoying and purposely put things on the top shelf

-he finds it cute when you scold him (and he always ends up grabbing it for you anyway)

-you guys bond over your love of music

-dance parties in the middle of your living room are the norm

-he’s a dom in and out of the bedroom

-always makes sure you are well fed and hydrated

-watches over the two of you when you’re out in public

-let’s you be a passenger princess/prince

-you never have to worry about anything when you’re around him

-he’s another one that would be all about acts of service

-he’d rather show you how much he loves you rather than tell you

-he would help you study if you needed it, send lunch to your house if you said you didn’t eat yet

-he would even help your mom put together furniture or hang up pictures

-overall just wants to be of service to you

-and he’s also a really good dater

-like fancy restaurants and stuff yes

-but also creative dates like paint and sips, hiking, drive in movies

-loves to do spontaneous and fun things with you

-wants to do Life with you

-would be SO eager to introduce you to his family and friends

-he would want to bring you to social events with his friends

-he would also be sooooo gentle and patient with you :’)

-i’m absolutely projecting here but if you were ever feeling anxious or if you weren’t feeling your best he wouldn’t judge you at all

-he would ask how he can help you and move at your pace

-if you didn’t feel like working out for two months straight he wouldn’t say anything about it

-he genuinely cares for you and wants you to be happy

-makes you feel like the prettiest person in the world 🥰

-he would fantasize about the day you guys decide to start a family

-and you guys would absolutely brainstorm baby name ideas after several rounds of passionate sex

-click here to see how johnny would be in bed 🤭

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dpr-stay · 9 months

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No Longer | J.S

Johnny Suh x Singer! Reader

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

WC: ~3.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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seongyeonsart · 2 years

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| 17:38 | — johnny x f!reader ೫ smut

➵ dry humping, breast play, fingering, use of babygirl, slight degrading, praising, spanking, cum eating

➵ wc : 0.7k

you giggled when you felt johnny’s breath in your ears, pulling away just to attach your lips into his once again, hands eagerly feeling his ab muscles under his shirt. johnny gripped your waist when you ground your hips, his dick straining his pants. “shit, babygirl.” he groaned in between the kiss.

his lips went down to your jaw then to your neck. you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. you moved your hips again, hoping to get more friction. “so impatient..” johnny mumbled, unbuttoning your shirt and immediately tearing it away from your body, throwing it down on the floor. you moaned when he groped both of your breasts.

he started placing kisses to your sternum before attaching his lips to your nipple, making you gasp lightly. “johnny..” he hummed at your call, pulling away from your breast and you almost squealed when he suddenly slapped your breast, kneading it after.

johnny gave your ass a good spank, making you hum in surprise. he repeatedly did that until your ass was red and his hand mark was on both of your asscheeks. johnny lined his cock near your entrance, rubbing it in to collect your wetness. you lightly wiggled your ass for more friction but he suddenly pushed it inside you.

your eyes went white, mouth agape by the sudden stretch and pleasure. “ooh fuck yes! ahh-” you buried your face on the pillow, hands gripping the sheets beneath you while johnny’s hips continuously thrusted roughly. he squeezes and smacks your ass, making you moan and giggle at the same time.

his hand found your hair, grabbing a fistful of it before pulling you up closer to his body, whispering dirty things in your ear. “you love this dont you? you love being manhandled and treated like a slut.” you only gave a nod, tears forming in your eyes from too much pleasure. “’m cumming... please let me cum.”

johnny’s other hand rubbed your swollen clit. “then cum for me, baby. show me how good I make you feel.” he sucked on your neck, leaving marks as your whole body shook. your juices covering johnny’s cock. “want your cum in my mouth,” you said in almost a whisper, feeling tired. he pulled out and you got on all fours, facing his cock.

you stuck your tongue out, waiting for him to release his seed inside. a loud groan escaped his mouth as white ropes of cum shot out of him and into your mouth, some of it going into your face. you hummed, giggling as you swallowed all of it before opening your mouth again to show him.

“good girl,” he caressed your cheek, rubbing his thumb over the side of your face to your lips, making you suck on it. “just like that, good job.”

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averyfromzero · 1 year

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Who’s The Better Kisser?

pairing: male reader x jeno, mark, lucas, jaehyun & johnny

summary: while at a party in nct’s dorm, you’re given the task to decide which of the members kisses the best.

notes: making out, suggestive

words: 967

disclaimer: this might not be very well written as i did it in just a few minutes right after waking up, so think of it more as a drabble than an actual full well written piece

part 2: “who’s the better c*ck?”

It was a Saturday night and you were at a party at NCT 127's dorm. Everyone in the group had been invited, including the Dreamies and WayV.

By midnight, all guests had gone home already except you and most of the members had become too tired to stay, going back to their dorms and rooms to sleep.

Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Mark and Jeno were the only ones still up. A bit tired of standing up, you all had formed a circle on the floor.

You guys talked about everything until, at some point, the topic of who's the better kisser came up. The guys started bickering over who was the best kisser among them when Johnny had an incredible idea.

"How about y/n decides who's the better kisser?” Johnny says, smirking.

Everyone paused to look at you. Taken aback, you stutter, "o-okay..."

You then crawl over to Jeno's lap and sit comfortably on him, putting your hand on his shoulder and leaning in to kiss him. The kiss is hot and Jeno has a firm grip on your waist, pulling you closer. Jeno's mouth is wet and warm and his tongue feels sexy inside your mouth. He knows what he's doing and you eventually get a boner. But you have to kiss everyone else still. So after a couple minutes making out, you two part your lips as you look at the string of saliva connecting your mouths.

Mark is next and you crawl and sit on his lap too. He places both his hands on your hips and leans in, catching your lips with his. His lips are soft and moist, and you two kiss with only your lips for a few moments, taking in the softness and warmth of his lips. He then presses his tongue against your lips and you give him passage. You feel as his warm wet tongue dominates then inside of your mouth. You two make out for a few minutes when Johnny makes a sound, signaling for you to stop and move on. As you break the kiss you feel empty, Mark's lips are very comforting and soft, they fit perfectly against yours.

Crawling over to Lucas, you notice that he looks like a drunk and excited puppy, arms open waiting for you to sit on his lap. As you do, you place your butt on his crotch and immediately feels his hard cock under his pants. It takes you by surprise but you smirk at him, liking that you got him excited just by watching you kiss the others. You place your hand on the back of his head as his huge hands hold you by your hips. You lean in and feel his soft plump lips against yours. Lucas is like a horny teenager and his kiss is messy, which makes it all even hotter. His big lips opening and closing around yours, enveloping you in his wetness. His tongue licking over your lips and entering your mouth to explore frenetically. Lucas was chaotic in every way possible. Which very much suited him and it was very hot. You broke the kiss after a while to catch your breath and you could feel the surroundings of your lips wet from Lucas' large lips and tongue. It was so hot.

Leaving Lucas` lap, you crawled over to Jaehyun, who was patiently waiting with a cup of beer on his hand. He chugged the last bit that was in his cup and waited as you positioned yourself on his lap. Jaehyun felt more experienced and mature, he placed one of his hands on your hip and the other on the back of your head. He took the lead and pulled you in by the neck, catching your lips on his. You tasted the beer on his lips as you two started to make out intensely. Jaehyun's firm grip on your waist and neck made you feel things, his lips and tongue moving like he was professional at this. You noticed as you felt yourself getting extra aroused inside your pants, precum oozing out of your member and into the fabric of your underwear. The kiss lasted for a couple minutes before you ran out of breath. As you two parted your lips, you noticed how once again you had a string of spit connecting the both of you. It was a very exciting sight to see, Jaehyun's lips red and wet from kissing and spit connecting his mouth to yours.

Last but not least, you proceeded to crawl over to Johnny's lap. His thick thighs welcomed you and you felt comfortable on him. His long strong arms pulled you closer by your waist and you sat on top of his hard cock. No time to lose, Johnny immediately leaned in and kissed you, instantly entering his tongue in your mouth and starting a hot makeout session. Johnny was firm and experienced like Jaehyun, but had a hint of desperation like Lucas. His mouth dominated yours as you felt his tongue around yours and his lips opening and closing over yours. It was hot. You two made out for a couple minutes until both of you had to stop and take a breath.

Finally, you had kissed all of them. You crawled over to the spot you were previously sitting on and looked around, everyone had their lips red and moist and all of them had noticeable erections under their pants.

"Want me to help you guys with that?" You asked, gesturing at their bulges.

The guys looked down and saw that their cocks had formed obvious tents on each of their pants.

Everyone had seemingly forgotten that you had to decide which one of them was the better kisser. But, oh well, the night was about to get even better.

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