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peachesofteal · 3 months

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Simple Math / Part Six

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4k words - AO3 Warnings - tags: 18+ MDNI. No smut but this fic contains mature themes. Nurse reader, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies. Reference to past domestic violence. Angst. Alcohol. Crying, anxiety, panic. Johnny in distress. Johnny is still a menace. Soft dads. POV switches. Note: Safe sleep for infants always. I do not endorse sleeping with your baby in your bed. This is a fic not real life. Simon does some digging.

“Shhh now, ye’re alright.”

Johnny coos, Penny cradled up to his chest. He’s not wearing a shirt, eyes still half sealed shut with sleep, and she squalls in his arms, screaming as loud as her little lungs will allow. “What is it, mah wee lamb? Are ye hungry? Do ye need a change?” He checks her nappy, efficiently looking for a mess or something to clean up and is nearly disappointed when he finds her still dry. If it’s not her nappy, then maybe her stomach? Could she be hungry again? He thumbs through the notes on his phone to find Simon’s last entry: 23:20 – 50 ML.

That was only an hour ago.

He frowns, walking in a circle, bouncing her gently, trying to settle her back to sleep. She’s so tiny, and still has grown so much in just the short time since they brought her home. It amazes him. It terrifies him.

“What is it, sweet bairn? What’s got ye all upset?” He touches his lips to softest skin he’s ever felt, his thumb trying to swipe away the tracks of tears on her cheeks. “Please dinnae cry. I-“

“You okay?” Simon clears his throat behind him, and Johnny tenses.

“We’re fine. Ye’re supposed to be sleepin’.”

“Heard the two of you in here fussing. Thought I could help.” Simon’s trying to be supportive, trying to be a good partner, Johnny knows, but all he can feel is irritation, a defensive reaction making his hackles rise.

It’s not fair. He’s so good at it. He’s a natural. And Johnny… Johnny feels like he’s failing his own kid, when she’s not even a month old yet.

“I dinnae need-“

“Hey.” Simon touches his elbow, and then his chin, tilting his face upwards. “I know you don’t, love. You’re doing a great job. It’s not your fault she’s having a rough go.” He soothes him, fingers kneading into the top of his spine, squeezing the nape of his neck and pulling him into his arms. Penny is still crying, but softer now, a low-pitched tone of misery that makes his heart ache, and he feels so overwhelmed, so helpless, staring down at her as she tries desperately to tell him what's wrong, the only way she knows how. He rests his cheek against Simon’s chest, melting into his hold, letting him wrap his arms all way around his waist.

“She hates me.” Johnny grumbles, and Simon presses his mouth to Johnny’s temple in short, succinct kisses.

“She doesn’t. She’s brand new. She can’t hate anything, yet, and certainly not her Da.” He strokes her cheek. “Let’s bring her to bed, see if we can get her down and then one of us can put her back in the crib, alright?” Johnny sighs.

“Alright.”

“What’re you doing after this?”

“Going to bed?” What else would you be doing?

“I’m thinking about going to Jackie’s for a drink… wanna come?” Nia untucks her scrubs, pulling the top up over her head.

“Jackie’s, huh?” You chew on your lip. You shouldn’t. You really, really shouldn’t. But… Jackie’s is a dive. It’s dark, and dingy, with black walls, black floors, no window in sight. And... it’s a hospital haunt.

“It’s my birthday.” She whispers, casting a glance around the rest of the room. “I’m not… it’s not a thing, I just want to go, have a few to celebrate.” You take a deep breath. “Please?” She tacks on at the end, and your shoulders dip down in defeat.

“Okay. One. And then I gotta go.”

“Yes!” She cheers, excitement smashing her palms together.

Nothing like a seven am beer.

Jackie’s is a distinct place. It’s one of the only twenty-four-hour liquor licenses left in the city, or so you’ve been told, and has been frequented by hospital staff for decades. It’s dart boards and dark wood floors, cheap beer and rail vodka, a worn to hell pool table, and an old, disabled juke box that someone broke intentionally, years ago. It’s an institution, and reminds you of some old places you used to frequent, when you weren’t… who you are now. Years ago, before, you used to love a good dive bar. Didn’t mind the way the floor stuck to your feet, and you considered yourself nearly tactical at darts. It was a source of pride, the accuracy, the rate at which you could make a bullseye, even when you were a few sheets to the wind.

“Coulda been a surgeon.” You’d tease, a smirk growing across your boyfriend’s face.

“If you were a surgeon, sugar, who’d be at home waitin’ for me after work?” He’d push back, coating the warning in an adoration, giving whoever was undoubtedly watching a slick smile before snaking an arm around your waist and tugging you close. “You don’t need to be surgeon. You don’t even need to work. You have me.”

You thought you knew, then. Knew how to handle it, how to navigate the ever-present, ever-growing threat… but you were wrong.

You were so, so wrong.

“So, heard there’s a spot opening up on days.” Nia chucks her purse at the bar top, climbing onto the stool next to you. “You’ve got the seniority… you givin’ it any thought?” The bartender walks by with a hello, and you nod at him.

“Old Speck please. And no, I like nights.” She raises an eyebrow.

“Didn’t know Americans liked Old Speck.”

“We have it in the states. I didn’t live under a rock.” You quip, and she laughs before ordering her own poison, a choice that makes your own eyebrows shoot up in question. “Vodka on the rocks?”

“I’m a straight to the point kind of girl.” She explains. “So, no days?”

“No days. You?”

“I might. Night shift is kicking my ass.” She complains. “Don’t even know what day it is half the time. My rhythm is off.”

“You need like, at least six months to fully adjust.” You put a note down in exchange for your beer, and then the bartender scuttles away, distracted by some insistent woman at the other end of the bar.

“Six months?!” You’re about to launch into your spiel about how it’s not that bad when your phone vibrates in your pocket.

>Make it home from work alright?

>It’s Johnny, by the way :)

The two texts are the start of a new group chat with your number, Johnny’s number and the number you put in your contacts just yesterday… Simon’s. Your head jerks back on instinct, confused.

“You okay?” Nia asks, and you nod.

“Yeah, fine just…uh-“ She peeks over your arm, and giggles.

“Is that your patient? Two sixty-eight?”

“What?”

“Your patient. The military hottie. The one that’s always lookin’ at your bum.” Your face burns, and she tsks. “Ah, don’t be embarrassed. He’s smokin’. Wish he looked at me the way he looks at you.” You’re surprised at the flare of irritation that starts up in your stomach at her, a hot streak of jealously simmering there, burning away indignantly. “Aren’t they… I mean… isn’t the scary mask guy his partner?” He’s not scary, you scowl inwardly. He’s just… protective. The butterflies in your stomach startle, and you drift back to last night, in the stairwell, in the car.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“If you ever need anything, Johnny and I… we’re here.”

Nia says your name, dragging you back to earth, and you shrug. “Yes… they… they’re together. It’s just been hard on them, so I think there’s a bit of an attachment growing there. You know, it’s not unusual.” She bites her lip, mouth pushing up into a smile.

“They’re quite fit. Wouldn’t mind if they formed an attachment to me.” She pauses, delicately sucking her gasoline on ice up through a straw. “Gonna text him back?”

“Nia.” You hiss, and she barks out a laugh.

“Oh, come on, just a bit of fun. I don’t mean anything by it.”

“It’s not appropriate.” You remind her, and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a stick in the mud sometimes. Remember when Marshall was fucking his brain cancer girl? Now that, was not appropriate.” You do remember- Marshall’s sudden absence, the whispering, the HR investigation that spanned weeks, interviews with everyone on the floor.

Your beer goes sour in your stomach.

“I gotta get home.” You wrap an arm around her shoulder with a squeeze and a whisper. “Happy Birthday.” You feel bad for abandoning her, and maybe in another life you might even consider her a friend, but you’re already too exposed here as it is, and staying any longer would be too indulgent- not to mention, incredibly stupid.

You pass another nurse on the way out and him know that Nia’s at the bar, alleviating your guilt just a tad before you hike up your hood and make a beeline for the train.

By the time you get back to your hotel room, get showered, and collapse on top of the far too big bed, it’s nearly been an hour. You plug your phone in, unlocking the screen to flick on do not disturb, and realize the group message is still open, cursor blinking, waiting for your response.

It’s fine. You can tell you got home okay, that’s not crossing any lines.

>Yeah, just got settled for bed. See you later!

A text from Simon chimes back within a minute, and you squint at it, one eye open.

>Get some rest.

The floor is dead silent at the beginning of your shift.

Nothing beeps or whines or cries, no noise echoes around the corner to where you’re scrolling through Johnny’s chart, getting caught up on his day, triple checking that his levels and vitals are all within normal range. He passed his follow up for the liver procedure with flying colors, and the relief you feel is not unexpected, the weight of worry lifting free from your shoulders without another thought.

He’s fine, he’s better than fine, he’s… too healthy for the ICU.

Reality hits you like a truck, and you stop short, sneakers squeaking along the floor.

He won’t be your patient anymore.

He won’t… be your patient anymore.

The thought twists you into a mess of complicated emotions. A snarled, tangled viper's nest of unknowns, uncertainties, things you're desperately trying to tuck back behind your heart, hide them away so no one, not even yourself, can see them.

This is a good thing. This is what you want. Stable patients, on their way to recovery.

So, you’ll miss them, that’s okay. There’s a little bit attachment, that’s alright.

This is the best case scenario. You’re making a mess of things. You’re getting too involved with your patient and his family. You let Simon drive you home, for fucks sake.

They’re getting confused, because you’re the caretaker. It happens all the time. As soon as Johnny steps down, they’ll forget all about you.

You’re risking too much. You’re risking their safety, their child’s safety, your own.

It’s for the best.

You put your best work smile on when you approach his room, pulling as much air into your lungs as you can manage.

Focus on your job. Your patient. You’re a professional.

Johnny is alone. No Simon, no visitors, nobody keeping him company. It’s a strange sight, and he looks almost uncomfortable, creased brow lowered down over his eyes. That’s… odd. Worse, there’s a heaviness in his gaze, sadness pulling his mouth downwards, usual playful demeanor nowhere in sight. Even sad, he’s a marvel, and every day, he gets stronger, he gets healthier, he gets closer to leaving this room, amazing you with his tenacity, his will.

“Hey, you on your own tonight?” You casually knock on the door frame, and then pull it shut behind you, cocking your head.

“Aye.” He’s sullen, his despair tugging you closer to the bed, an urge to try to comfort him too strong to deny.

“How are you feeling?” You try the subtle question, hoping he'll be forthcoming, and you keep yourself composed as you wait for his answer.

“’m alright.” You tab through his chart, glancing it over once more, if only to assuage your own anxieties, and then tap into his vitals. Everything looks good, last labs look great… so what’s going on?

“Just alright?” His fingers flex in the blanket, tanned skin against white linen, picking at fibers and threads, unable to hold himself still. He looks like he’s going to burst open at the seams, explode inside this room, a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the end of the countdown.

A tear tracks down his cheek. “Johnny?” You step closer, close enough so your fingers graze his, trying to delicately let him know, you’re here. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. What’s going on?” The monitor beeps steadily in the silence, his chest depresses with a gust of air.

“It’s… it’s nothin’ bun. I’m jus’… I’m havin’ a bad day.”

“Want to talk about it? I hear I’m a pretty good listener.” You encourage, and his face twists.

“No, I- Ach. Aye, alright.” He shifts in the bed, and you hover in case he needs help, but he waves you away. “It’s… bein’ in here. I want to be wi’ my family. Penny turned one, before I left for this assignment. Was only supposed to be two weeks tops, but then it turned into a month, then two. And now, I’m home… but ’m not really home, and I-“ His voice cracks, raw thread of agonized emotion separating his words, and he swallows it, forcing it back. “I’m blown to bits and cannae even see my own daughter. I’m missin’ out on everything.” Oh, Johnny. Your heart is heavy, and it hurts for him, bleeds as he wipes his face.

“You’re not blown to bits, just a little banged up.” You give him a soft smile, and when he shakes his head, your fingers find his on instinct. You don’t even stop to second guess yourself, fully sinking into the contact with a gentle squeeze. “Hey, look at me.” His lashes are wet, sticky with tears, and he sniffles. “You’re making great progress, Johnny, going to be out of here in no time. You won’t even be in the ICU much longer, and then once you’re downstairs, Penny will be able to come visit all the time. After that, it won’t be too much longer until you’re back home with them.” He nods, and you stroke your thumb across his knuckles.

“Ye think so?”

“You’re the toughest patient I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a fair amount, you know. Traumatic injury recovery takes time, it takes patience, but you’re doing a great job of it so far. You just have to take it one day at a time. Before you know it, you’ll be at home on your own couch, bossin’ Simon around all day instead of me.” He laughs at that, a throaty chuckle capable of spreading heady warmth through your veins, and then gives you one of those stupidly stunning smiles.

“Shouldnae be cryin’ in front of ye.”

“You can cry in front of me any time you want. That’s what I’m here for. Besides, it’s not the first time.” You tease and he rolls his eyes.

“Doesnae count. I was high.”

“Uh huh. Sure.” The untouched dinner tray on his side table catches your eye, and chilling worry reappears in the back of your mind. “You didn’t eat?”

“Didnae have an appetite until ye showed up, pretty girl.” Okay. You can remedy this easily, if he's interested in eating. Lack of appetite is alarming, but if you can get him to eat now...

“You hungry? I haven’t eaten yet. Want me to grab you something?” He brightens, indulging in a spectacular smile, and you take it as a yes with a small laugh. “Alright. Let me run down to the café, yeah?”

“What’s that saying, about how I hate to see ye go, but love to watch ye leav-“

“Okay!” you practically shout, cutting him off, fire racing across your skin, and he snickers, palm pressing against his heart like he’s wounded. “I’ll be right back.” You give him a serious look, and and he rubs his palm through his hair, mirth sparkling in his eyes. Holy hell. How is he so attractive? And how is it still so blinding, every time?

You get two of the only option left this late in the evening, chicken soup and some sourdough, balancing the bowls carefully on their trays until you’re placing them down in the room, swinging the little table over Johnny’s lap and settling in beside him, perched on Simon’s recliner. The soup is warm, spiced with herbs and thick with noodles, and you're pleased that it's better than you were expecting, happy that Johnny seems to like it as well.

"Wanted to take ye out properly for our first date, but this will have ta’ do. Simon’s gon’ be so bloody jealous.” He masterfully hums between your bites, and your eyes go wide, trying and failing to swallow your soup instead of choking on it.

“Johnny, we… this… I- this isn’t a date!” you squeak.

“Why not?” He asks, inflection innocent, and your brain rattles around inside your skull, splitting down the middle, falling apart in bewilderment. Why not? What does he mean?

“You… you have a partner. Simon? You know, your family that we were literally just talking about?” He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with this look on his face, one you can’t interpret. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What did Simon tell ye, the other night. When he took ye home?”

“What? He… I don’t remember.” Does he know that Simon gave you his phone number?

Of course, he knows, he started that group text.

Does Simon know what Johnny said, about you coming into their lives? About-

“Didnae he tell ye, we’re here for ye?”

“Y-yeah.”

“We, bunny? We.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand.” He sighs. What is he trying to say? What is going on?

“We like ye. Like I said, we think ye’re really special. Simon, and I. Together, bun.”

“Wh-what?” Puzzle pieces snap together and then break apart, like a landscape jigsaw that you spent days completing once before it was promptly ruined. Does he... does he mean... Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no. You have to squash this. Now. Just explain it, he’ll get it. He’s smart. “No… no, Johnny it’s just… it’s this thing, that happens. Patients get attached to their nurses or doctors sometimes, it’s normal. You d-don’t like me, I promise. There’s nothing even to like.” He blinks, jaw grinding under stubble. If Simon’s stare feels like he’s reading your mind, then Johnny’s is like being pinned down in one place, unable to move. You’re paralyzed, and powerless, lost in the icy blue sea of his eyes, drowning with a hand sticking out above the crest of the surf, reaching for him.

“Why would ye say that? That there’s nothin’ about ye to like? Nothin’ could be farther from the truth.”

“I don’t… there’s not. It’s… I’m your nurse, Johnny. That’s all.” Sweat glosses the small of your back, slicking upwards to cover your spine, and your heart hammers, it beats, beats, beats- so loudly you’re sure the pulse point in your wrist is visible. “Johnny.” His name shakes from your lips, and he relaxes, gentle concern replacing the relentless intensity in his gaze.

“Shhh, hey. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didnae mean to upset ye.” You're still frozen, a statue, and he reaches for you, trying to grab onto your hand. The heat of his skin breaks you from the spell, and you force a robotic, bedside smile onto your face, scooping up your half empty bowl.

"It's okay." You need to get out of this room. Now. The walls feel too close, Johnny feels too close, everything is compounding on top of you, threatening to derail your entire life, ruin your plan. They cannot like you. They cannot care about you. They cannot show interest in you. You can’t let this happen. “I’ve gotta check on some other patients, okay? I’ll swing back your way in a bit.” You promise him, guilt eating you alive about running away, and when he gives you a sad smile, you almost lose your resolve.

“Alright, pretty girl. I’ll see ye later, then.” He murmurs, and you try not to trip over feet during your hasty exit.

Fuck. You’re so fucked.

Simon and Johnny’s house is finally silent.

Penny is down, safely tucked into dream world, her grainy grey-scale image flickering on the video monitor at Simon as he pours two fingers worth of bourbon into a glass.

Poor baby girl. His stomach twists. She put up such a fight tonight, hollering at the top of her lungs, standing up in her crib, working herself into an absolute state. He hates leaving her alone to cry, and on nights like this one, the only way she’ll close her eyes is if she’s being held, snuggled in Johnny's arms, or against Simon's chest.

He’s a sucker, he knows. Doomed from the day she was born, but he can’t help it. Neither of them can. She’s their baby.

So, he doesn’t blame her for being so out of sorts. She always sleeps better when her Da is home. They both do.

His phone vibrates with a text, a short message from Johnny, and he scrolls through it, settling on the couch with his laptop, unopened email from Laswell blinking impatiently.

>She’s jumpy. Tired. Looks like she hasn’t gotten any sleep. Simon frowns.

> She manage to find a pair of panties for work today?

>Unfortunately. He can practically see the pout on Johnny’s lips, can hear the way he probably huffed and puffed when you first came into the room this evening, your hips swishing side to side, pretty smile on your face for him.

>I think I made her upset. Simon pinches the bridge of his nose. Johnny, love. Why can’t you listen? He takes a deep breath, trying to relax the worry that’s creeping up the back of his neck.

Disagreements aren’t for text messages. They’ve learned that the hard way.

>Take it easy for the rest of the night, then. She’s skittish. He shoots off the recommendation, and then pulls his laptop across his knee, clicking open the email from Kate.

Simon, Your girl is a ghost. This kind of wipe work is professional level… are you sure she’s a nurse? I’ve attached everything I could find, but it’s pretty scarce. The name you provided pulled a copy of her NHS nursing license, her taxes, an award she won at work last year, and a COVID vaccination record. No birth certificate, state identification, or public records of any kind, even after a global hand search. Nothing that even proves she exists or is an American except a sealed record from two years ago in the states. It’s not accessible, even for me, which means it could be WITSEC, or a court ordered name change in relation to a domestic violence case. There are 18 states that seal those records to protect the victim, so she could be from anywhere. My gut says it’s probably the latter, which is why she doesn’t exist prior to. You’ll notice on the vaccine record, she marked ‘unhoused’, and I couldn’t find any lease/rental agreements, sale records, or mortgages in her name. I wish I had more for you, but she really is a bit of a puzzle. I’ll keep digging. -K.L.

There’s an unsettling rattle going off in the front of Simon’s skull. It’s a siren, a smattering of warning bells, and he swallows the rest of the bourbon in one go, embracing the burn that slides down the back of his throat.

Who are you, little bunny? And who are you running from?

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Hi! I love love LOVE the way you write Ghost and his relationship w/ the reader!! Ignore me if requests are closed, but how did he react when the reader discovered she was pregnant???

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“Hope ya don’t miss me during breaks, Lt.”

Soap watches the man he admires, in his infamous ruthlessness and all, stare with a straight gaze at the base’s entrance.

“Only when I drink too much,” Ghost says.

His mask is good for anonymity, yes. But it also does well in moments like these: the Scot beside him has no idea of the pulsing artery in his neck, the eagerness in each flicker of his gaze. He’s looking for you. Looking beyond the gates where you should be hidden somewhere.

Soap has no idea.

“What do you do in your free time, mate?” Soap wonders aloud, shifting the bag over his shoulder. Then, in a cheeky murmur, “Didn’t hear this from me, but I’ve heard whispers ‘bout some criminal activity.”

“Criminal activity?” Ghost repeats dully.

They’re getting closer.

He looks towards the spot you normally wait for him in: is that—?

He can see you.

The tension in his limbs fades to adoration. In the shadows, perfectly hidden but readily visible to his knowing eyes, is his girlfriend. Wearing one of the black hoodies he’d left behind. So big on you. He nearly groans at the sight.

Girlfriend is a weak title.

He hates it. It doesn’t encompass the truth of you: it’s such a simple word, too simple to capture how complicated of an effect you’d had on his life for nearly five years. To say Ghost loves his girlfriend would be to say he has a reason to live. It would be to say that you’ve got this behemoth of a man wrapped so tightly around your finger that his lungs just don’t work the same until he’s holding you.

(Perhaps that’s the reason for the little black box in his bag.)

He turns to the Sergeant and gives a half-hearted clap to his shoulder. “I save the criminal activity for weekends, Johnny.”

And with that, he leaves him (never was one for heartfelt goodbyes).

But he is now one for heartfelt reunions, he figures, because he’s ghosting his way towards you like some wild creature. Preying. Slipping under any eyes. His skeletal hands beyond desperate.

If Soap were to look carefully outside, under the shadow of the building, he’d see how the Lieutenant actually spends his free time.

He’d see his broad form envelop you.

He’d see him eagerly inch up his mask to reveal a pink mouth that doesn’t waste any time before sealing over yours.

And maybe, if he really looked, Soap might’ve been able to see how you cling to Ghost’s chest and tremble.

(But Soap doesn’t see any of this. Not today.)

Not even Ghost, whose got you in his arms, sees the shaking at first. His mind is a bit frenzied with the sensory overload of your smell, your soft hair, your breasts against his chest.

He only ends the kiss so he can get a good look at your face.

“Three months,” he grumbles, lips wet as he ushers the mask back over them. “Felt like a fuckin’ lifetime.”

“I know,” you whisper, but you fail to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you.”

The faintest contour of a smirk beneath his mask.

“Worried, were you?” He rubs your knuckles. “Lovely girl. Don’ worry about me. I’m a bit tough to kill.”

“Don’t,” your eyebrows pinch together. “Please… don’t even mention that.”

He rests his masked chin on top the crown of your head. His arms are so strong and warm and you breathe it all in. His hands stroke your hair with the gentlest of caresses as if, even after five years, he thinks you might be a fragile dream.

“I was so worried,” you say again. A whisper that he barely hears. “I—“

It’s now that he notices something. The rush of adrenaline has soothed over and now, taking your hands in his, Ghost notices the little tremors, swallows them up in the gulf of his large palms.

“Jesus, love,” he frowns. “You’re trembling.”

“There’s… something—“

Ashen eyelashes flutter against smudges of black paint. His shoulders tense as he pulls his chin away from your scented hair. Shifting his weight from boot to boot, Ghost further tucks you behind the colossal mass of him so even now, if someone were to look, all they’d see was his back.

His brows furrow behind a hard-shell skull. “What something?”

You’ve practiced these word so many times but now—

“What?” your boyfriend repeats, low and gruff. His relief is quickly turning into something dark. “Fuck, tell me. Did somethin’ happen?”

“Well, yes—“

“Christ,” he chokes. He doesn’t want to assume the worst, but it’s a gnawing fear. Always. “Someone else?”

“No, Simon.” You’re shaking your head. “It’s not that—“

“What is it then? What’s got you like this?”

“Just—“ and you swallow your fear, “Give me your hand, baby.”

“My hand,” he repeats numbly and offers you one. You take his hand and tug at the glove. There’s little give, so he swears under his breath and helps you pry the fabric off to reveal warm, calloused skin.

Here, tucked away outside a military base, you guide his bare hand under the hoodie you’ve got on. Hold his fingers and spread them apart so he can cup the small growth of your stomach.

Because the reason for your trembling lies here.

Small, growing. Supple skin stretching over a little piece of him and you.

It takes him a moment to process the news under his hand.

He smooths his hand over you. Even after three months, he knows every inch.

This—

This feels different.

You watch a kaleidoscope of realizations, feelings, and perturbation play in his eyes.

You’ve had to keep this secret to yourself for weeks now because it wasn’t something you could just share over the phone. It was too heavy. Too intimate.

Surely, it’ll distract him from his job.

That’s what you figured. But now—

—seeing his eyes cloud frantically, you wonder if showing up 16 weeks pregnant was the best move.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Ghost murmurs. Keeps moving his hand over your little belly as if he’s not quite sure it’s real.

So you lift up the hoodie even more, just here for the two of you to see, and reveal the entirety of your secret for him to peer down at.

And now that he sees it, the unmistakeable bulge, the reality truly sinks in.

He’s silent at first. You kind of expected him to be: your boyfriend is a man of few words. But it doesn’t make the drawn-out moment of uncertainty any less excruciating. You study his eyes with a bated breath.

Children. It’s not something you talked about too much. He’d said in the very beginning that it was completely off the table because “I’d make an awful father”.

But that was years ago and Simon had molded into someone softer, someone less afraid. Someone who, with the help of your love and light, had ripped through the tangled ropes of distrust and guilt that he’d been caught in.

“Say something,” you finally whisper. “Please, Simon. I know- I know this is surprising.”

But all he utters is, “How?”

“The pill isn’t perfect,” you explain sheepishly. “That’s what the doctor told me—“

“…Doctor?”

“Well, I’ve been to the doctor a few times already.”

Lowly, “You… a few times?”

“To make sure everything was alright, baby,” you whisper carefully. “But I— I didn’t ask for the sex yet. I wanted to… I thought you’d want to be with me for that.”

Ghost is controlled. He’s precise and tactical and rarely caught off-guard. But this, the swell that lays under his hand which he hasn’t been able to look away from, has managed to thrust him into feelings he rarely experiences. He feels confused. Shaken to the core. He’s spent most of his adult life determined to stay alone, protect anyone from ever getting caught in the hallow storm of tragedy that is his life.

But you—

You infiltrated his life with promises of bright colors and warm touches and suddenly, somehow, Ghost began to enjoy coming home. He ached for it. He wanted to keep you close and safely tucked away so that little light of yours would never fade from his life.

And now you’ve given him another promise, one that rests in his palm. Death— he understands that too well, perhaps. But this little promise of life is so new and confusing and in mere seconds, it has torn the past from the future. Ghost could never be the same shell of a person he once was because now he’s been filled to the brim. Could he even be trusted with all of this? He’d always felt like there was a carved void where his boyhood had been taken from him, ripped away by terror. How could he be a father with such hole in his chest?

What could he give?

You’re crying. He’s been thrown into such a daze that he failed to notice the onslaught of tears and quiet sniffling coming from his girl.

“Hey,” he’s grounded in the present now, swallowing down the shards of his hesitation and wrapping his arms around you. He could give this. “Hey now. I’m here… I’m here.”

“You’re here?” you ask him, weeping.

“Yes, sweetheart. Christ, m’here. Always.”

In perhaps his first act of fatherhood, Ghost holds you close and murmurs promises of love and safety into your hair. You’d been so scared to tell him. He wouldn’t leave you, no, he could never. If there was ever an ounce of worry that he might—

It’s now smothered by his presence, his warmth, his strength.

“You’re making me a father,” Ghost whispers after the two of you just stand there for sometime. His voice: terrified and in awe all at once. “Don’t know if I’ll be a good one.”

“Simon-“

“But-“ And he gives the entirety of you a squeeze. He’s not going anywhere. “But I won’t be like my old man. Fuck, I swear it to you.”

“I know you won’t, Simon.”

Ghost decides to push his inhibitions to the back of his mind. He can be strong, he can be what you need. He will prove this to you over and over.

“And here I thought you jus’ liked wearing my clothes,” Ghost mumbles, a bit numb and a bit elated.

He reaches for your stomach again and rubs the bump over the fabric of his hoodie. (Perhaps, here lies another reason to live.)

Your crying has ceased. Twisting his uniform in your hands, you murmur with a weak laugh, “Might be the only thing that fits me soon.”

“Bloody hell.” And Ghost sighs. Holding the two of you now, he already feels like all the synapses in his brain have been rewired. Lighted up with a primal urge to protect, he doesn’t think about all the worries for right now. No— just thinks about how he’s going to smother your stomach with kisses once you’re home.

“I’ve got plenty more of those for you to wear.”

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #cod #call of duty #fluff #pregnancy #dad ghost

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bratzforchris · 2 months

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you should do johnnie x fem!reader but she has a christina piercing

Call Me

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Summary: A post-breakup piercing turns into something much more

Pairing: Body piercer!Johnnie x feminine reader

Warnings: NSFW content, dirty talk, fingering (f), genital piercing

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't write a ton of super in-depth smut because of legality (even though this is au and a fanfic, i try to keep it semi appropriate <3), but if you'd like a part 2, send it in my inbox!!

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You had never been a wild girl. Down to have fun? Sure. But never wild. All of that changed today, though, as you walked into your local tattoo and piercing parlor. Having recently gone through a rather messy breakup, you decided the best way to find yourself again was to reclaim your own body. A tattoo had seemed a bit too permanent, whereas ear and nose piercings had seemed too basic. After a bit of research, you had decided on a Christina piercing. Was it a bit out there? Definitely. Then again, no one had to know about it except you and your sexual partners down the line.

You signed your name in at the front desk, feeling so thankful you didn’t have to put down what kind of piercing you wanted. As excited as you were, that would be too embarrassing for you. You waited, anxiously tapping your leg until a man came from the back and called your name.

“Y/N?”

You stood up, meeting him at the door to the back in quick strides. “I’m right here.”

“I’m Johnnie. I’ll be your piercer today. Come on back.” the man nodded, leading you into the studio.

Whatever you had done to piss off the universe, you regretted it. Not only were you about to have a man pierce your clit, he was hot too. He had the classic emo style that you hadn’t seen anyone in real life wear since like 2008, and tattoos and piercings littered his own skin. You couldn’t help but to stare at his spider bites, wondering what it would feel like to kiss and tug on them.

“My eyes are up here.” Johnnie joked, leading you into a private room and closing the door.

‘Fuck, Y/N. Get it together.’ You thought, forcing your eyes to roam up Johnnie’s face to meet his own. That was a mistake, though, because your piercer had the iciest, most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen, rimmed with dark eyeliner that only added to his good looks and complemented his long, black hair.

“Sorry, I’m a little anxious.” You mumbled, cheeks burning.

“I understand,” Johnnie smiled kindly. “So, what piercing were you looking to get today?”

“I, um…” You started, but the words got lost in your throat.

“Let me guess. Nips?” he chuckled.

You shook your head, embarrassingly flustered and Johnnie’s eyes widened with realization.

“I see. Well, a Christina is an anatomy based piercing, so I’ll have to assess before I pierce. Is that okay?” he asked, keeping a cool, professional tone.

You nodded, your cheeks so beyond red both from the conversation and because of how hot Johnnie was. You honestly wished that this was another setting, because you knew he had to remain professional, no matter how badly he or you wanted it. Johnnie politely turned his back while you shimmied out of your pants, knowing there was no going back now. An unfamiliar man was about to see your whole pussy in bright, LED lights and you honestly wished you were more uncomfortable with it.

Once he had gotten confirmation from you, Johnnie turned around, pulling some black, latex gloves onto his hands. “I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

He moved to spread your legs, slowly caressing your inner thighs gently. As Johnnie moved towards your slit, you prayed he wouldn’t notice the dampness that had pooled between your thighs. His gracefully artistic fingers neared your clit and you couldn’t help but to let out a tiny moan at how great it felt. You hadn’t gotten laid in over a month, and you were desperate for an orgasm that wasn’t the product of your hand or battery operated ‘friends’. If Johnnie noticed, he was too polite to say anything. He plucked a flashlight from the medical cart beside him and examined you a bit more. You couldn’t help but to notice the way his fingers lingered on your clit for a moment longer than they should have as you let out another moan.

“You like that?” he chuckled, seeming to be joking.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do it, but you nodded softly, whispering out a “yes.”

Johnnie hummed, coming around the side of the table and whispering in your ear, his breath hot on your neck. “Tell me, Y/N, are you single? Does your boyfriend know you’re trying to get off on my fingers?”

You blushed, trying to arch into his touch. “I’m single.” You grunted out against the arousal.

“Thought so,” he smirked. “Better for me.”

Johnnie turned his back to you as he prepped the needle and jewelry, almost in a teasing way. You heard the plastic opening and couldn’t help but to think about the way that would be the sound of Johnnie opening a condom, prepping himself to go inside you. God, you needed to get it together.

“Are you ready?” he asked you, spreading your legs as he held the needle.

You nodded, eager to see how Johnnie would do this and how it would look. “I am.”

“Deep breath. 1, 2, 3,” Johnnie inserted the needle, quickly and expertly giving you the Christina piercing you had been looking forward to. “Good girl,” he was practically moaning himself. He quickly cleaned you up, caressing your pussy gently and with loving care. “Took that like a fuckin’ champ.”

You blushed at his praise, your clit throbbing both from the pain and from the arousal. “Thank you.”

Johnnie walked you out of the room and to the front counter for you to pay. You were rather disappointed when he disappeared into the back again as you handed the cash for your piercing to the girl working the front desk. Just as you were about to leave, though, Johnnie opened the door and slid a card across the counter to you.

“Aftercare instructions.” he winked.

You flipped the card over as you walked out of the building, only to see a phone number scribbled in messy, black ink on the back with a ‘;)’ and a heart. Somehow, you’d gone in for a piercing, and come out with both a piercing and the desire for a fuck buddy.

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cordeliawhohung · 2 months

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the mafia boys taking their girls shopping for lingerie!!

(shy!reader getting flustered by everything meanwhile mafia!simon is just thinking about how gorgeous she’ll look 🫣🤭)

oh goodness the poor girl would be so flustered!

i'm sure at first it started out innocent. you needed a new bra after the strap on your favorite one went haywire, that was it! it wasn't your fault that the sluttiest lingerie you had ever seen in your entire life was on display in the store! and at first it was fine. Simon just followed you around as you perused your simple bras, but he just couldn't keep his eyes off the teddys. there's a baby pink one that catches his eyes at first, something frilly with bows, but it's the black, lacy one that really catches his attention.

when he points it out, you tell him that you're fine with just getting a few sets of bras, you don't need anything fancy, and he hears none of it. he's picking out several styles just to see what you end up liking better, totally guesstimates your size because he flustered you and you won't give it to him. of course he pays for it all, too, and that shit is not cheap. like several hundred dollars worth of lingerie for you ): but god he cannot stop thinking about what you'd look like wearing it. he just knows the lace and straps will complement your body perfectly, ugh. this all is definitely what happens before this drabble here lmao

with Price, i feel like it's a lot easier because you two know one another just too damn well. honestly, half the time he buys you lingerie without you even there just because he knows your size and style preferences so well, so it's not uncommon for you to come home to something new laid out on the bed for you. you've learned he's really partial to red. like that classic, bright red. it really gets him going.

every now and then he'll actually take you out shopping for it though, and believe it or not you're the menace in this situation. through some way or another, you've learned that crotchless panties are his favorite, and as you're looking through them you mutter the most risque filth to him. then you've got your poor husband all hot and bothered in the middle of a lingerie store and you take your time. do not be surprised when the two of you get home and he doesn't even wait for you to try on the items he bought you before fucking you, the poor man waited long enough.

when it comes to Johnny, it's a little different. okay, a lot different, because the first time you let him take you shopping for lingerie is when you're forcing him to apologize. not for anything nefarious, he just owes you after decimating your favorite lingerie. when you had worn it to surprise him the night before, you hadn't expected him to react like a wild dog. he had all but torn the lace to shreds in order to get to your cunt, and when you tried to tell him how expensive that set was, he shut up your complaints by bullying his cock into you ):

so he quite literally pays for it the next day, but he doesn't mind. he still isn't sorry about ruining the first pair, and really, taking him shopping only gives him more ideas about how he could ruin more pairs. he likes the sheer babydoll sets, and buys you at least three different versions of them. when the two of you leave the store, you've basically come to an agreement that he's supposed to leave one specific pair of your choosing in tact, but since he bought the other ones he can tear them up to his hearts content next time you decide to surprise him.

with gaz it's a little different just because your relationship together is not at all normal. some sort of strange enemies, yet still friends, yet still not makes it a little difficult for him to buy you lingerie, let alone take you with him as he buys you some. but lets say for the sake of our hearts the two of you are actually together and you're not being a brat about it lmao

this man loves silk. i just know it. silk anything. he likes the texture, he likes how shiny it is, he likes the way it falls around your body, he loves all of it. especially slips. a mini slip with a little slit in the side trimmed with lace? god if you wear that around him he's going to hike up the skirt and fuck you, i don't make the rules and neither does he, it's just some primal urge that overwhelms him. like imagine you're getting ready for bed in the bathroom and you're wearing a cute little slip and the lights are dimmed because it's late and you just watch as he approaches behind you. and this man is patient. sure he's got his hands resting on your hips as you brush your hair or wash your face or something, but he's gonna wait for you to finish your routine before dragging you off to bed. (or maybe he just fucks you over the bathroom counter, who knows, certainly not him).

i got a little carried away but enjoy these thots 👍

#mafia!141 #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #soap x reader #captain price x reader #gaz x reader #cod smut #f!reader

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onyourhyuck · 5 months

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Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: CHAPTER 1 ‘The Untamed.’

— Prologue: “When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty whore’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, Fingering (female receiving). Creampie, cumming inside / no protection please use a condom.

— Notes: I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG. BUT HERE IT IS. MORE FREQUENT UPDATES COMING UP.

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One thing you love about yourself is that your work basically shapes your entire routine. You love walking inside your laboratory seeing the animals in the tanks you have to take care of and examine. This included various important research that no one should know. It is highly top secret. A simple leak of what you collect samples from the sea or other animal biology from biomes and journals you keep could really be a mess for you.

Working on separating the two and three sides of the samples you have listed from the deep oceans all throughout different sights. You felt a hand approaching behind you quickly.

The man taps your shoulders when you’re so busy working with the test tubes. “Hey Y/n mind giving me—” you jump and turn around with a fright.

“Seriously Johnny! I told you not to sneak up on me like this. Especially when I’m working with these highly reactive test tubes.” You scowled at your coworker, Johnny Suh. He was one of your friends and coworkers. Wearing a white cloak and round black glasses on.

He was a handsome fella. Very charming and handsome you have to admit it. Johnny can be professional but he could also be quite a mood maker in such a serious profession.

Laughing at your unusual behaviour, you’re never this jumpy when you are working but he probably assumes he scared you to death. “What got you so anxious Y/n? You never get scared when i do this.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. He swore he could see your own soul leave your body.

Truth be honest ever since that night with Ningning all you are thinking about how your entire life has been a lie. Sour Grape’s has taken your mind over. No. Mark has taken your entire mind off and away from your daily routines. Everyday you’re thinking about ‘How can this be possible?’ Humans coming from other animals and not just monkeys. It’s insane information. You shouldn’t be believing this but when Jaehyun said it’s a secret; it makes you think there must be some truth to it.

No one on earth would make up such a stupid fairytale on the spot.

If you weren’t a marine biologist with side degrees of zoology you’re just the type of person to not let this slide. You want to learn more.

You want to experience the truth. You want to see if it’s the truth if they actually are who they are setting themselves to be.

Letting out soft mumbles as you close off the testing tubes, afterwards putting the collective tubes in the stirring device. “I haven’t slept well for the past few days. Sorry if i seem like I’m on the edge.”

He gave you a soft smirk leaning on the side of the table while watching you. “Oh honey you seem like you’re more than on the edge. You’re off the edge.” Your eyes make eye contact after you were done with your tasks.

Your friend trails now questioning you as you’re looking at him with a soft look that made your thoughts even worse.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?” Johnny asked with a small smile. You shake your head, you don’t want to share something so crazy. He might think you’re actually insane, or worse, he might even think you lost your entire marbles.

“Nothing serious, John. Let’s just finish up and go home. I’m tired.” You excused yourself from the conversation to finish up. The only thing you want to do today is figure out what to eat for dinner.

Walking down the street to your favourite food truck, you decided to take your mind off whatever you were thinking for the past week or so.

You felt like your brain was just constantly going back to the same topic and it was draining truth be honest. What better way to distract yourself than to eat your favourite stir fry noddles?

Being a local customer the food truck owner gives you discounts nowadays because you were a customer for a long time. A regular at that.

“Hey I would like the usual.” You gave a smile at the owner who nodded seemingly being happy to seeing you drop by.

“I was beginning to think you’d never return, Y/n.” Said the truck owner and you gave a little smirk. “How could I not return? You make the best noodles.” Complimenting them they blushed and started making the noodles for you.

But then something flashed behind you at a fast pace. You didn’t even realise it until the figure stood overshadowed by their body remaining still as a statue.

Gawking at the menu on the side. Your eyes widen when you turned around with disbelief flashing over your lips and cheeks.

“Young man what would you like?” The owner interrupts your own lingering thoughts of shock. The voice, the sound of his breathing, everything else made you feel so small and in danger just by the presence alone of this man.

He looks back from the menu. “The original stir fry m’am.”

You did not realise you were literally staring Mark down in this moment until his face turned over to you and you quickly looked away biting your bottom lip, staring at your very own feet on the ground. You can’t believe it that Mark and you crossed paths when all you’ve been saying is how you’re going to distract yourself finally!

What was this coincidence? Fate? Destiny?

There was this expression on his face that falters when he finally acknowledges your existence. It’s like he met you before but he was trying to find out from where.

And then it hits him. You were the one with Jaehyun that one night.

The dark tone of voice strikes you like a knife behind your back if anything. “You’re that girl at the bar that one time.” Mark said to you, turning to look at you fully with his entire body now facing you.

You definitely caught the predator’s attention now with how easy you’re to read. God you hate being so readable like an open book — a very non interesting book at that.

You fake a smile, maybe if you just pretend you don’t know him he will give up speaking to you. “Oh no, I don’t attend bars. I’m… allergic to alcohol.” You cringe deep inside when you made up the most stupid excuse.

Really? Allergy? He didn’t even ask about your allergies.

Mark frowns which lead you to believe he wasn’t completely swayed by your own actions right now. You forget how much of animal instincts he must have by now. You can’t fool a tiger easily.

“You must’ve mixed me up with someone else.” You said quietly trying to make it seem more and more believable if you just keep talking.

Thankfully you were praying for your meal to arrive first beforehand he got his. The prayer was answered when you grab your plastic container smiling and thanking them. You literally dashed away but why try to run away?

Trying to out run one of the most dangerous cats you probably made the worst mistake to even show a hint of speed in your movements.

When you were to reach your destination to your car the same black towering figure stands over you. In front of you with a dark gaze.

You let out a mini gasp to be honest, you feel like your heart is being crushed by two large walls that keep on moving forward and forward until your heart and lungs collapse.

Mark sighs. “You know that I can hear your beating heart when you lie?” He said rather amused but also it was eerily like a reminiscing threat thrown at you. You stand there quivering, trembling even, and it made Mark so much more entertained than he thought he would be.

He took a step forward. The stir fry plastic box was shaking in very discreet manner in your hands. Each step he takes you took three steps backwards.

This was a new cat and mouse game you didn’t want to be playing with him at all.

“Y/n was it? Jaehyun mentioned you.” Mark said with a little more confidence now that he actually had you cornered. Now you cannot lie on the spot and try to run away from him.

It’s ridiculous. He looks and was human but in reality he’s not just entirely human is he? He’s a freaking tiger with probably the most define genetics. It’s crazy to you.

You mumble trying to get away still. There was just this instinct inside you to make excuses until you can’t anymore. “Sorry i have to go, i am extremely busy.”

Your heartbeat picked up again, Mark sighs pressing an arm around your body and now moved you to sit down at a bench in the scene. You flinch and he forced you to sit down in front of him with his dark eyes watching you. “Another lie. You must enjoy lying a lot don’t you?”

You look away. You’re watching anything but him. “What do you want from me? I swear I don’t… I don’t know anything.” You’re trying your best to make this situation just deescalate.

He grinned amused. “Well that’s also a lie.” He said sitting down next to you on the bench as your heart was racing incredibly fast. Mark thought you might die on the spot if you keep stressing yourself out.

You took a little breath when he sat down next to you which seemed a little less nerve wrecking.

Eventually your heart calmed down when the silence overtook you both. Mark makes a quick glance over at you again, and he continues to speak when he waited for your nerves to sort themselves out.

You sigh. “I didn’t know you liked this place.” You tried to make a conversation as well but you weren’t sure how well he will respond to it.

Heck you don’t know this guy at all.

“I like it. I’m a regular here.” Mark said with a smirk and he moves a bit closer to you now, he opens up his plastic box of stir fry and starts to eat it with the plastic fork you’d get at a restaurant or other food trucks.

You saw him eating and you slowly shift to open your stir fry. But to be honest you’re too scared to even eat in front of him. You’re trying to act normal though. So you take a piece and ate slowly your own food along with Mark. The man kept watching you even though he ate. But you’re avoiding to even acknowledge him so much.

“Y/n do i scare you?” He was quite blunt and upfront. You flinched when he mentions the exact words you’re feeling.

You awkwardly chuckle and put down the fork. “Is it that obvious?”

Mark scoffs a bit. “You didn’t try to hide it.” He leans away and ate some more, you felt a bit less scared and now more guilty. Now that you think about it he seems like a normal guy now.

“Sorry. What Jaehyun said to me that night at the bar messed with my brain.” You admit it, which made the man next to you smirk. “You know I’m human as well. But I do admit it was fun seeing you trembling.” There was a sense of eeriness in his words but at the same time you were watching him.

He admitted to you that watching you embarrass yourself in front of him was a thrilling show but you decided to just not respond to it.

You didn’t even know what to say back anyways.

“So… are you actually…” your voice trails off unable to think of how to say this. How do you even phrase this?

Mark saw your expression like it was the most readable thing he has ever laid eyes on. He leans forward putting the plastic box down. “Part Tiger?” He spoke those words right out of your throat. You bite your inner cheek nodding.

“Is it true?” You asked with your eyes widen.

He grinned and stands up, putting hands in the front jean pockets he then turns around to you rather amused by your curiosity.

Has no one ever told you that curiosity killed the cat? You’re like a small, tiny cat who can’t keep their nose out of something that wasn’t their business.

It felt rather authentic for you though. Most people are just nosey but you seem to be curious because you want to discover something new.

And that is exactly what Mark likes about you. Your intentions are something he hasn’t seen before. Leaning forward he writes something on the paper and passed it to you, with the same hand you saw the large metal ring with the tiger engraved on it. Grabbing the piece of paper you look cautiously from the paper towards Mark’s dark gaze.

“When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.” He said to you simply.

Just like a tiger he caught you by surprise with how sharp his tone of voice was full of silky seriousness. And then he disappeared into thin air as well. You only looked away for a second just for Mark to be gone in front of you.

Leaving you questioning if you should take the bait and go to his apartment even though that sounds like some kind of messed up plan.

For once you were dreading the sun setting. Getting out of your car you look back at the paper in your hand and then your eyes fall back on the complex building in the front.

The address that brought you to this place makes you both anxious and excited. You have many running thoughts on your journey going inside. Every single muscle contraction meant you were growing close and closer to danger.

Slipping your hand over the doorknob you didn’t even knock, the door opened up with the man revealing in front of you.

Mark heard you from a mile away. He knew you’d come and he was right when you stood in front of him with a stunned look.

You really do make him feel like he’s hunting you down.

“Come on in Y/n, I don’t bite.” Mark smirked seeing your hesitation as your eyes peek inside the apartment before your whole body walks in. Mark closed the door after you fully enter.

There was a lack of trust between you two but for some you are wanting to trust this man. You don’t know why but you know one thing for sure; he has bland furniture. All neutral colours and very modern in his apartment.

You tread carefully and put your purse bag down on the couch nearby as you stand in middle of his apartment. Your gaze follows where Mark was on the wall leaning one side of his shoulders on it, the muscular arms crossed together and the lower body curved towards the right side.

Breathing hitching you feel it becoming a round ball in your throat. “So Mark will you admit that what I know is true?”

You came for the truth only. But to Mark he wanted more from you than just to give you a simple truth. He wanted to take a taste of something much better than any truth could provide him or to you.

The body slips off the wall approaching you slowly while his gaze was rather intense and playful while watching you.

“I don’t think I can prove anything verbally to you.” Mark whispers gaining a closer look at your face and the natural scent of your body blending in with the morning coffee you drank as well as your floral perfume; creating this intoxicating sensation in the nasal passages. Mark could crawl to you just by the smell of your own skin.

Hands slowly moving to your waist pulling you closer by an inch your feet trotting forward in little steps towards his body. “But I can show you how a tiger has it’s fun?” He smirks brushing the hot breath escaping from his mouth down to your neckline, while his large eyes are watching you keenly to see your reaction for approval.

Goosebumps evoked on your skin when the tiniest touch of his fingers kneading on your waist bringing you closer to him made you fall into this trance; a trap in other words you’re not escaping a primal animal’s desire at all.

He lifts his head only a little, waiting for your lips to give him consent or a sign of any sorts. But you seemed to stunned and even timid.

The reasoning of you coming to his apartment wasn’t to sleep with him. But the idea of sleeping with someone as magnetic and attractive as him clouds your judgemental. You’re a smart woman you know that and even Mark knows it; you know your stuff. But you certainly look tempted by the invitation.

The only thing you could think about was how badly you want to kiss his lips in that moment. Swiftly you press your hands up to his jawline and pull him in with a sudden kiss when your decision was made finally. Your sudden lips and the taste of them lingering in the air stunned the tiger but you soon felt his hands clawing at your hips lifting you up with his arm muscles — bringing forward your body against a nearby wall as your mouths clashed like two boulders in action. Fighting for something you would like to say is survival; survival of the fittest.

Grunting at the smallest thing, Mark enjoyed hearing them a lot, even the clawing he did down your back and to cup your round ass made you grind up against his body in a friction. Your reactions were what made Mark’s instincts going up the roof. The inner animal was raging from just how much you do this to him. You look ethereal and vulnerable.

Your tongues are tied like a knot together constantly trying to go back and forth only to end up pushing and pulsing instead. Your hair was a mess from just the heated makeout with the man who did not show you a signal mercy.

Running your hands through his hair was probably the most difficult thing for him. Mark’s sensitive area was always his hair and head in general.

You wonder if it’s because tigers in general have sensitive ears; in fact all cats have that trait. It just made your mind run free whenever your fingers cross over his hair. He always lets out soft noises between the heavy parting kisses with your red feverous mouth.

Deciding that the wall won’t be enough for him or for you in that matter. Mark lifted you again this time turning only a small swift left to the bedroom the door opens enough to keep you in and throw you on top of his bed. Watching your body sink on the mattress wasn’t as satisfying as your arms pulling him on top with your lips connecting again for another passionate kiss.

Your voice sounds like music to his ears, Mark could never get tired of hearing your own heart racing and pounding against your chest either. It might be his favourite sound afterall this time.

“Fuck — Mark, hold on.” You adjust yourself on the bed when his hands slipped over your shirt unbuttoned it down along with your lowering clothing slipping it to your ankles. Mark did not know a single vocabulary word about slowing down. He was an animal. Animals don’t wait they just do whatever they want. Whenever it suits them. Your words were pointless to Mark.

He gave you a look when your hands press on his biceps. You needed a moment to calm your heart otherwise you would feel like this whole moment will not be savoured enough.

Leaning in he gave you a gentle peck instead on your lips. Mark tried to slow down to your liking. Holding himself back was hard when you look like this in your underwear and bra only. With your skin on skin contact too.

“Please.” You whisper. “You really don’t hold back.” You chuckled a little bit. Mark grinned softly at your reaction.

Humming he slowly took off his shirt. “Didn’t Jaehyun already tell you?” He sighs and your gaze looks up at Mark when he mentioned another name. “I don’t settle down for anyone.” Mark mumbles connecting back to your close body again when the shirt fell down on the bedroom floor.

He doesn’t settle for anyone so there is no reason for Mark to slow down for anyone. Mark goes fast for everyone and everything.

Your eyes are glued together as one. Your heart skips a beat when Mark was simply staring at you but it felt like he was chasing you across the jungle if anything.

Seeing your stare he had a feeling you might be thinking about your second options. Mark pressed forward to you.

“You still have the option to leave sweetheart, because I won’t give you this choice afterwards anymore.” He slants his fingers down your forearms and your eyes lift up staring into his own deadly irises.

You breathily sigh. “No I don’t want to leave.” You tell him with a determined look and you press your lips on the side of his neck kissing down to his defined collarbones.

Mark chuckled at your amusing response. You don’t want to run away yet you’re the one who told him to slow down?

“Alright. Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen next.” Mark’s voice was dark and low, everything that had been attracting you to him all along. You couldn’t wait until Mark kissed you again, you’re craving for more and more.

You don’t even know what you’re craving; is it the dangerous thrill? Or is it the fact that there was this biological element that keeps your hormones growing more complex.

Whatever it was your thoughts shatter down like a glass on the ground shredded to pieces creating a map of what you’d call your scattering thoughts. The heat forming underneath the pawing motions of the hands threading your body like a needle, grabbing your perky breasts. Hearing out your grasps and manhandling you into the mattress to a position of what his desires are. You’re nothing more than a rag doll. In this scenario you didn’t know what else to think. You were caving for more.

Escaping grasps when the rough grain fingers rub down to your revealing womanhood. His yellow-ish sharp eyes glow by the excessive amount of excitement. Your insides were much mild to his fingers. But they manage to heat your insides up so much faster. When he pumps them up and down your eyes were trying to squeeze shut.

Mark didn’t want to look away from your precious eyes when he was pumping his fingers inside your pussy walls. He wanted to watch you cry out. To him if you weren’t shouting to the top of your lungs then he did not do a good job. And Mark values his ego and pride of pleasuring women he takes to bed. You need to have a good time, your pleasure means so much more than his own.

And that’s the type of man Mark is. He focuses on you as much as he can. There was a sense of addiction towards you. Mark loved smelling your increasing scent on his bedsheets that you’re sprawled across looking like a desperate prey begging for mercy, but deep down you want so much more. With those aching teary eyes Mark knew you were close to a climax.

But did his hands stop? No. Mark didn’t care if you’re close to cumming. Mark will make you cum thrice if he wants too.

By the next few minutes you’re not sure what’s happened but your mind was fogging out between the lines. The bed sheets were leaking by your juices and Mark’s hand and your pussy were only an inch away from one another. His fingers were so deeply embedded inside of you it’s causing your voice to come out like a strain meld.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Mark I think I came already.” You said the obvious not knowing that was his intention all along. To make you release so much you’re starting to lose train of consciousness.

The tiger smirks fondly by your answer. Mark stretching your pussy out so much just so you can be able to fit him later on.

Pulling out his fingers out of your hole he licks them across his plum lips while gaze on your eyes. There was not much space between you two; your breathes are touching.

“You taste so sweet, Y/n.” Mark deems it. Pulling apart the boxers fell on the bedroom floor and he pulled your ankles down so your legs are spread round the hips.

You’re gawking at the sight of his thick glory shown towards your face. You’re not sure what else to say because your expression said it all.

Mark sultry chuckles watching you was seriously amusing. You don’t try to hide your expression with your widen little eyes. “What is it? Did i leave you speechless already?”

Though it sounds cocky. Which it probably was. Mark had a good reasoning to sound like a complete womanising douche.

He was thick. Thicker than anything you’ve seen before. You’re unsure what to say but you cannot argue with him either. He did leave you speechless. It was embarrassing for you.

Mark took your token of silence so he leans his face closer to give you a peck on your lips. He whispers down to your shoulders aligning his face with it. In a way this was to comfort you.

“Don’t worry Y/n. We aren’t finished just yet.” Breathily into your skin Mark buried the nose on the collarbone as the shape of Mark enters your pussy walls this time it was stretched with a slight burning angle that caused your whole body to tremble by itself. Holding on to the bedsheets underneath your body you feel like you’re floating by how just the tip touching at your velvety skin you’re reacting so much to it. This wasn’t usual. You’ve not experienced something like that before.

It’s nothing like the previous times you’ve slept with a guy before. It’s nothing like that.

In this case it feels like you’re fighting for your life but at the same time you’re submitting to yourself knowing Mark was the powerful one here. The one in charge of the moment. The variable that will never change is Mark. In a sick twisted way you like this. You like becoming the prey. The way you’re underneath Mark as he is thrusting you like a wild in-domestic beast, it’s what you’ve been craving all this time. The thrill of it.

For once you’ve forgotten all about biology. You’ve became it instead. Maybe you’re starting to finally understand how it feels to be stepped on by someone stronger than you. For once in your life that is.

Mark couldn’t get enough of you however. It’s the way your dark hair is floating like strands of ribbons on his bed sheets that smell of you now. He knew that once you are finished it is mostly likely to return to normal life. You’ll probably never hear from him. Or he might never hear from you on that matter — but those bed sheets will have your lingering smell and he doesn’t think he will change them for a while. You’re addictive. Strangely Mark has never been this compatible before with just anyone.

It’s crazy how a simple “come to my apartment” leads to you actually having sex later on. But you didn’t care how easy it seemed. You were enjoying it far too much to worry about the consequences. Mark was far too lost between the creeks of your neckline and the collarbones, his thinly pressed tongue sucks across your beautiful canvas. Your moans are starting to resemble poetry to his ears. As if you were all he wants to listen to on hours end.

The tiger felt every inch of your insides clenching with awe around his shape. It was the way you wrap around so easily. Your arms do the same thing. They wrap around his body and cling onto him forever. Mark wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes only part ajar like a door does only to see yellowish sparkles of phenomenal beauty spreading across the bedroom. Widening at the sight you felt like you’re hallucinating. But when you’ve looked at the man above you thrusting you seen exactly a pair of two golden Iris’ staring down at you with nothing behind those eyes but lust.

It felt as if every muscle in his body extended to his original position when Mark grunts the bottom lip pierced to his fangs. “Oh yes, keeping looking at me like that. Such a pretty whore you are.”

Cheeks grows out in awe when Mark brushed over his fingers into your hair only to press you even more into the mattress digging his clock so deep in your insides you’ve lost knowledge of how far you could last. By now it’s been far too long. Your body’s overdrive is now overheating like a computer would — yet Mark shows no sign of slowing.

Even the way his voice stood still like the sea breeze. You’re at a loss of words.

Pulling at your hair slightly Mark decided to make you sit up a little so he could rearrange the speed of his thrusts to become quicker and sharper. Which only made you gasp audibly loud when you’re held in this position for so long. Your brain begins to fog once again.

Mark groans besides your shoulders, carving his teeth marks all over your body. You’re starting to look like a butchered meat eaten alive by him.

His eyes shift close. “Fuck… that’s it… now take it all Y/n.” You’re starting to see some slowing down when Mark unleashed the folds between your pussy walls. You’re starting to give up the moment Mark leaves you to the brim; looking full and plum like he wanted you in the state.

Eutrophic state of being overdriven by an animal, was all you’re able to process.

Breathing heavily into your skin you’re closing your eyes only a little, but everytime you do that you wanted to drift off to sleep. Eventually you’re wondering if you are asleep because all you see is black with a faded out voice I’m the background calling your name all over again.

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By the morning you’re awaken by your own fine reflection of how much your body actually endured last night.

Your lips part away staring at the front. Teeth marks scattering from top to bottom. You look like a whole different person compared to when you stepped a foot into this apartment.

Your eyes dart around the bedroom putting on your clothes that were left on the floor. You had to make yourself presentable at least once in your life because right now — you feel and look completely out of place. Brushing your hands into your hair messily brushing it out any knots. Then you open the bedroom door and step out. You’re met with a smell of eggs frying in a pan.

Following the scent you’re now approaching the shoulders of a man. Short sleeve tight shirt on flexing out muscles while wearing an apron. You’re filled with some form of happiness when you see that food is being cooked.

You mumble with a groaning stomach already. “Morning. What are you cooking?”

The man turned around with a little smirk seeing you’re already dressed and awake. Mark was expecting you to be knocked out a little longer. At first he thought you died on him last night. You’ve suddenly out of nowhere blanked out. But it turns out you were due in need of much sleep.

Mark pressed the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. Your eyes following where his muscular arms extend out the plate towards you. You took a seat down on the chair by the kitchen aisle counter. He pressed a smile.

“Eggs and some toast. It’s the best I can do.” Mark announces.

You smiled and grabbed a fork. “It’s fine I’d eat anything anyone makes me.” You wish you could’ve shut your mouth when you said that though, because you maybe held your expectations high for Mark. He cannot cook eggs for the love of God.

The smile drops on your face instantly and you clear your voice a little when you’re sending a gaze back at Mark. You take a bite of the half burnt — nearly black at the bottom scrambled eggs. How do you burn eggs? You’ve got no possible human explanation for this sorcery.

For someone who is made to be a perfect stone with no hard edges; Mark can’t cook.

You might of found Mark’s first flaw.

You trail off mumbling. “Maybe I should cook next time?” Nonetheless you eat it all without a complaint. But you had to jokingly point o it out to Mark. You’re an honest woman. You couldn’t lie to him. It might feed his delusional ego.

Mark scoffs a little and chuckles at the end. “Good idea, Y/n. I can handle the other eggs.” You nearly choked on your chewing. But before you could say anything to him he was walking out of the kitchen area with that giddy smirk on his face as if he’s proud for saying something as outrageous as that.

“I’ll be in the shower!” Mark announces without a care that you’re probably as red as an apple.

You shake your head in disbelief and trail off a little laugh. You have a feeling this might weirdly be the most calming morning you’ve had. You go back to eating your scrambled egg wondering what else you will expect…

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here to request again because I thought about something !! Alright hear me out a Johnnie Guilbert smut where we dress all pink like skirts and cute shit ifyk what I mean. I think an enemies to lovers trope would be perfect !!

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You:

Fuck you.

Johnnie had decided to message me just to tell me how bad my outfit was as per usual.

I couldn’t be assed to deal with him anymore,I thought as I hit the big red block button on my screen.

I was wearing a pink mini skirt with a crop top,black with a pink logo,posting it because I look cute but ofcourse he had to be the one to ruin it.

It was the same thing I was wearing to the party and I was slightly annoyed and embarrassed that he had to be rude.

He was beyond annoying (not to mention rude) and I didn’t want to deal with him. Not today at least,I had a party to go to at Colby’s apartment.

I walked into Colbys apartment,my outfit as pretty as ever,no matter what other people (Johnnie) said.

The apartment was crowded with familiar faces and one that caught my eye,Johnnie mother fucking Guilbert.

I sighed as I grabbed myself a drink,this is going to be a long night.

I will only be here an hour I told myself trying to calm myself down but in reality I knew it was a lie.

After 2 hours of shots,drinks and snacks to sober up a little,I was ready to leave. I bid my farewells and good nights to the people I had been speaking to and left Colbys apartment.

I walked into my apartment,kicking off my uncomfortable heels and stumbling to the kitchen for a glass of water to sober myself up further.

It wasn’t long after I had put on my sweatpants and a hoodie that I opened the door to find Johnnie staring back at me.

“What do you want?” I sighed,rolling my eyes back into my head. “Awh sweetheart at least act happy to see me!” He said,stumbling into my apartment.

“No,tell me what you want or get out.” I told him, “Can I crash here?” He asked almost pleading and I felt bad.

“Are you going to mock me in any way?” I asked him sternly and he shook his head “Fine but only because I don��t want you dead,it decreases the value of my apartment.” I told him as I grabbed a glass,filling it with water and placing it infront of him.

“Drink.” I told him as he laid on my sofa,sitting up to take a sip every once in a while.

I looked at him,realising how pretty he actually was before quickly snapping out of it. He had been my enemy for god knows how long,a hate relationship and never a love hate relationship. He was horrible and rude and I was horrible and rude back,Thats the way the balance of our relationship worked.

Although deep down I did wonder why he knocked on my door,out of everyone he knew in this apartment block,I mean for godsakes Jake was only below me.

I ignored my thoughts,belittling it down to the fact that my apartment was across from Colbys and therefore easier for a drunk to walk to.

“Im going to bed.” I told him and threw a blanket over his almost lifeless body. And with that I walked upstairs to my bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I woke up the following morning and got dressed before walking downstairs to make myself some pancakes.

I was surprised to see Johnnie still asleep on my sofa,as the sun rays hit his eyelids.

I smiled at him before beginning to make my pancakes. I stood over the stove as I flipped the golden brown,fluffy pancakes.

I smiled to myself looking at my plate of perfection. I sat down at my island in the kitchen as I ate.

“Good morning,pinky pie.” He said smiling whilst he stretched “Oh fuck you.” I said as I put my plate in the sink.

My rage seeped in,threatening to ruin my day and he always seemed to be the cause of it.

“Gladly.” He said smiling as he walked up behind me,holding his hands at my waist.

“Bold of you to assume I would go anywhere near you.” I told him before he pulled me into a kiss.

I resisted it until I gave into the kiss,smashing my lips back into his. He picked me up by the waist as he lied me down on the sofa.

“Do you have any idea what these outfits do to me?” He said pulling up my skirt whilst simultaneously pulling down my panties.

I whined out as his fingers circled my clit,settling his head in between my legs. He wrapped his arms around my thigh,keeping me close as his tongue hit my entrance,sliding inside.

“Johnnie!” I moaned out,whining as my eyes rolled back.

I had known Johnnie for ages,never a girlfriend in sight,but god was he good with his tongue.

His tongue hit my g-spot and my eyes rolled further,my head lulling to the side and my hands shaking in his hair.

“Please! M’ close!” I almost screamed whilst he ventured deeper through my walls.

“Come f’me love.” He said and with that I came undone on his tongue. Though he didn’t stop,he continued through my high and then pulled me closer to continue his movements.

“Johnnie please! Too-too much!” I muttering as tears streamed down my face from overstimulation,my hands unable to grip anything as my thighs along with the rest of my body shook uncontrollably.

I came undone on his tongue another time,but this time he stopped and pulled my body,that shook almost violently,into his.

I cuddled into his chest and soon fell asleep.

I woke up to find myself in bed,Johnnie no where to be found across the apartment. I gave up liking and decided he had left me,going back to bed,I pulled the covers over me and looked at my phone.

Johnnie:

Gone to get us some food I’ll be back in 10 okay love? X

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 5 days

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Sing My Praises | Soap x AFAB!Reader | PWP Oneshot

This blog is 18+, Minors DNI. NSFW makes up most of the content I post.

Summary: Johnny loves a bit of praise ;) Word Count: 3k~ Warnings: Alcohol mention/assumption, this is just PWP, Johnny is Subby, Johnny has a praise k*nk, protected PiV (I know?!), face-riding, face-sitting, oral(F!receiving), dirty talk galore, Johnny is a Good Boy, no race/appearance coding of reader, but reader wears a dress, has a vagina. Let me know if I missed anything!

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You spotted him from across the bar an hour ago as you sipped on your overpriced drink. It’s been a long week and you’ve got two things on your to-do list: drink and fuck. And you’ve almost finished your drink.

You check him out without an ounce of subtlety or sliver of shame. He’s handsome, and he knows it. Stubble graces his strong jaw, sparkling blue eyes, Mohawk styled just right. He’s just your type.

It seems he’s noticed you too.

He says something to the three men he’s been with all evening, resulting in a chorus of testosterone filled grunts of assurance and encouragement. You stop yourself from smirking at that, you want to play coy, for now.

He saunters over, fixing his mohawk with dextrous fingers as he flashes you a smirk so saturated with self-confidence it’s almost comical. But there’s a cool, calculated shine to his eyes that tells you he’s more than just a peacocking asshole. This man means business.

“Evening gorgeous,” he greets you as he sits down on the free stool to your right, the gentle Glaswegian accent rolls off his tongue like honey, “Couldn’t help but notice you’ve been on your lonesome all night, d’ya mind if I remedy tha’?”

You turn on your stool and take your time in looking him up and down now he’s closer. It’s mostly for show, but you can’t help but admire the way his jeans hug his thighs, nor the way his biceps strain against the short sleeves of his plain black t-shirt.

“Why, aren’t you a bold one?” You ask as you take another sip of your drink.

“Aye, you could say tha’,” he flashes you a smile that might dazzle someone younger, less experienced, but you see right through it, “I’m John, by the way, but my friends call me Johnny.”

He extends his hand out to you, and you smile, despite yourself, at his earnest nature. You take his hand and give your name before squeezing it firmly, which makes his eyebrows shoot up in awe. His palm is hot and rough on your own and you can’t wait to see how it feels elsewhere on your body.

“Well, Johnny,” you say with a soft chuckle. You release his hand, only to trail your fingertips up the inside of his wrist, circling over his pulse point as you hold his gaze, “Do you want to cut the bullshit and come back to my place?”

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You’re in an Uber in minutes, Johnny’s fingertips ghosting up your bare thighs, under the hem of your dress; only to be moved back each time he gets too close to your panties. All you want to do is mount him, right here, right now, and make him come apart. But you relish in the way he whines as you slide his hands back down your thighs.

“Enough,” you hush him as his fingertips dig into your knees, “I’m not fucking you in the back of a taxi.”

“You sure?” He asks, voice thick and raspy as he leaves hot, wet kisses along your neck, trailing up your neck to nip gently at your jaw.

You crane your neck, baring it to his ravenous mouth as you palm his bluge through his jeans. He yelps, a bright, endearing sound as he bucks up into your eager touch.

“Very sure,” you say with an elated sigh as he cups the side of your face, turning you to look at him as he places a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Want to take my time with you.”

“Fuck,” he moans before slotting his lips over yours, the heat of his mouth on yours has you trembling. You slip your tongue past his all-too-willing lips as you tug on the base of his mohawk. He growls against you as he slowly caresses your tongue with his own. It’s thick, heavy in your mouth as you let him feel like he’s in control.

For now.

The driver clears his throat loudly as you feel the car shudder to a halt. Johnny looks up in surprise and before he can so much as blink you’re slipping out of the car and making your way to the front door.

You hear a muffled curse from behind you followed by the car door slamming behind you. Before you’ve got the key in the lock he’s pressed against you, mouthing desperately at the side of your neck.

“Fuckin’ need you, hen,” he murmurs against your skin as he grinds against your ass, the hefty bulge in his jeans making your mouth water at the size of it.

“So eager,” you respond as you fumble the door open, stumbling through with a distinct lack of grace as the Scotsman spins you to face him. His mouth is back on yours as he kicks the door shut, pushing you against the nearest wall as his firm hands find your hips.

Your fingers fist in the front of his t-shirt as he slots his knee between your thighs, his stubble scrapes your skin with a delicious burn as you grind against him. You nip at his bottom lip and your pussy clenches at the soft little whines he makes as his palms drift up and over your ribs.

“You wanna do this here, or have ye got a bed, hen?” He asks as he grazes his teeth along your jaw, the wet drag of his tongue against your skin makes you arch up against his broad chest.

“Come on,” you say as you shove him back, “Follow me pretty boy.”

You lead him to your bedroom, pushing him down onto the bed before pulling your dress over your head, revealing your lacy underwear set. You tug on his t-shirt and without question he pulls it up and over his head. He’s sat in just his jeans, and you hum in approval as you rake your eyes over his muscular torso.

“Bloody hell,” Johnny breathes as he sits up, “You’re fuckin’ beautiful lass.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you say with a grin as you sink down onto his lap, “But a pretty boy like you doesn’t have to be told that do you?”

You shudder as his hands grope at the meat of your ass, kneading at your tender skin as he splays his fingers out. His icy eyes glimmer up at you as you scrape your fingertips down his chest. He groans low and you bite your lip as you increase the pressure, red lines raising on his skin as his jaw falls slack.

“Oh, do you like that, Johnny?” Your voice is mocking as you watch his eyes glaze over, “You like a bit of pain?”

“Yes,” he breathes as he rolls your damp crotch over his clothed cock, the friction makes you gasp as he rubs the fingers of his right hand over the curve of your ass, “Fuckin’ love it.”

“Good,” you groan as you feel the thick, blunt tips of his fingertips press against the thin lace covering your pussy, “Fuck, Johnny.”

You clench around nothing as he teases two fingers over your clothed cunt, the friction makes you weak as he increases the pressure.

“Want to make you feel good,” he growls against your sternum as he buries his face between your breasts, “Can I lass?”

“Please,” you whine, already losing the grip on your senses as you feel his left hand ghost up your ribs, a calloused palm catching on your skin as he feels for your bra clasp. You’re about to help when you feel the pressure release, your bra folds down and before he can help, you’re slipping your arms out of the straps and throwing the lacy garment across the room.

“You’re good at that,” you compliment him with a giggle as both his hands come up to cup your tits, “You get a lot of practice?”

“Not as much as I’d like,” he says with a wink, and you feel the heat rush to your cheeks as his tongue darts out of his mouth to lap at your left nipple. You gasp at the way he circles your stiffening bud, bright blue eyes locked on yours as he watches you pant and whine.

“Yes, that’s it,” you say with a hard roll of your hips, “Good fucking boy.”

You almost let out a triumphant laugh when you hear the whimper escape Johnny’s lips, but the way he latches onto your nipple and sucks hard has you squirming in his lap instead. He’s grinding up against you now as you tug on the base of his mohawk, you’re so close already.

“You like being called a good boy?” You ask breathlessly as he releases your nipple with an audible pop before trailing wet kisses across your chest.

“Fuckin’ right,” he moans against the curve of your breast before nipping at the tender flesh there, “Nothin’ like pretty woman singing my praises, lass.”

“I’ll sing for you Johnny,” you say as your head lolls back, “But you gotta make me come first.”

“I intend on it,” he says, lips teasing against your stiffened peak as he swirls the tip of his tongue in torturously slow circles around it.

“You gonna let me ride your face, pretty boy?”

“Steamin’ Jesus, lass. Yes,” he groans against your chest before sinking down onto his back, pulling you down with him as he moves back up on the bed.

His lips find yours as he slips his fingertips beneath the lacy band of your panties, rolling them down your thighs. You awkwardly kick them off the rest of the way, the pair of you laughing into each other’s open mouths as you wriggle above him.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathes as he guides you by your hips to hover over his face, your knees rest either side of his head as his fingertips trace invisible patterns up and down your thighs.

“Got a filthy mouth on you, Johnny,” you purr as you let the tension in your thighs release, easing your aching cunt closer to his eager mouth.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, hen.”

You’re about to challenge him when his fingertips dig into the swell of your ass before pulling your cunt flush against his mouth. You cry out as his lips wrap around your clit, his tongue swirling around the swollen, throbbing bud as your thighs tremble.

You moan low as you steady yourself on the headboard, knuckles burning and chest heaving as he devours you. You look down to see his bright eyes alight with desire as he groans against your mound.

He rocks you back and forth over his tongue as you feel the tight pull of your release threaten to spill forth. You grind down harder on him now, desperately chasing your high, and you feel him tremble beneath you as he sucks even harder, making you see stars.

“Fuck, that’s right,” you cry out as pleasure bursts through you, your legs weakening as you come, “Eat my cunt, fucking yes, good boy. Good fucking boy.”

You clench hard around nothing as you ride his face, bucking your hips over his greedy tongue as he laps and sucks wantonly at your slick folds. He dips his tongue into your entrance, making you whine as he rocks you through your aftershocks.

You flop forward as you succumb to overstimulation and Johnny helps you ease down onto the bed. He slips out from under you, and you feel a broad palm on your left ass cheek as he gently kneads at it.

“Got a pretty wee voice there, hen,” he says with a chuckle, and you can’t help but smirk into your bedsheets as you feel the heat burning through your entire body.

“And you’ve got a filthier mouth than I gave you credit for,” you say with a huff as you roll onto your back, looking up to see him still wearing his jeans, “Get naked for me.”

He does so without a word and as he ditches his jeans you watch with rapt attention as he pulls down his tight boxer briefs. His dick springs free and you clench around nothing.

He’s thick and uncut, his length considerable but not daunting. You curl your toes and your pussy clenches around nothing as you consider throwing caution to the wind and letting him fuck you raw.

“Pretty dick for a pretty boy,” you say with a sultry lilt, “Shame we have to cover him up.”

“Aye,” Johnny says with a flash of his pearly whites, “But whatever makes you comfortable, I’m squeaky clean, if that helps?”

You roll onto your front, wiggling your ass a little as you reach into your bedside table to fetch a foil packet.

“As much as I’d like to trust you,” you muse as you roll back over to present the condom to him, “I’m not so naïve to trust the word of a one-night stand, no offence.”

“Clever,” he says with a nod, if he’s displeased with your choice he doesn’t show it, “Maybe we’ll just have to schedule a few more of these rendezvous, and see where we go?”

“Haven’t even got your dick inside me, and you’re so sure there’ll be another? You are a cocky one,” you tease as he rips the packet open before rolling it down his length. You shift back up onto the pillows and spread yourself out for him.

“I’d have thought by now you’d know I’m here to get you off as much as myself,” he counters as he kneels between your thighs, “You get that from all of yer one-night stands?”

“I dunno,” you say as he rubs his tip through your dripping folds, “Maybe I have a type.”

“That so?” He scoffs and you lick your lips as he notches his tip at your core, “Guess I have something to prove then.”

He presses into you with a slow, purposeful roll of his hips and any witty retort dies on your lips. You mewl at the way he stretches you out, his cock thick and heavy, you practically forget he’s wearing a condom as he sinks deep inside you.

He bottoms out with a thick grunt, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips and you smile against his mouth.

“God, you feel good,” you breathe as you slide one hand down between your slick bodies, the other cupping his stubbled jaw. You run your fingertips over your swollen clit, shuddering and clenching around him as you start to build up to another orgasm.

“So do you, like fuckin’ heaven,” Johnny pants as he nudges his nose against yours.

“Johnny?” You ask in a tight whisper as you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as you cross your ankles.

“What is it?” He asks, pulling back a little to look you in the eye, there’s a sobriety to his tone as he checks in.

“Want you to fuck me rough, fuck me dumb on your pretty little cock,” you say with a whisper against his lips as you tilt your hips up, digging your heels in to pull his pelvis flush with yours.

Johnny whines in response before grinding down into you, flattening your hand between your bodies as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He presses his entire body weight onto you as he moans against your skin.

“Such a tight little cunt,” he whimpers as he pulls almost all the way out, your walls aching to be filled.

You don’t have to wait long, as he fucks down into you with fervour as he sets a brutal pace. You pant and whine as he sucks marks into your skin, your free hand tugging at the short hair at the base of his skull as you work your clit.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you cry out as the lewd sounds of skin slapping on skin fills your senses, “Feel so fucking good,” you babble as you gush around him. You’re so close, blindingly so, as you feel him shift above you.

“Yeah?” He pants as his thick fingers dig into the backs of your thighs, “Gonna fuck you like you deserve, make you come on my cock.”

You gasp as your thighs are pushed up; knees folded up as Johnny puts you in a mating press. You can’t help but cry out as he rams his thick cock deep inside you. He hits a spot deep inside you that you’ve rarely felt before.

Your vision blurs and you feel tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your orgasm explodes. You pant and cry out as he fucks you through your release, your lips find his and you groan into his mouth as he continues to fuck you hard.

“Gonna come lass,” he snarls as his pace falters and his forehead presses against your own.

“Come inside me,” you say, without thinking, as you feel his dick twitch as he slams his hips flush against your thighs. He fills the condom with a low whine as he holds himself there, pulsing inside you.

You kiss him again, tongue pressing past his lips in a slow, probing dance as you feel the energy ebbing from your body. You eventually collapse together in a sweaty heap, chests heaving, and lips pulled up into wide smiles.

You force yourself to go and pee, Johnny following close behind to dispose of the condom in the bin before washing up and rejoining you on the bed. The room smells of sex and the sheets are damp but there’s a tranquillity to the way you lie facing one another. For some time, you just stare, not touching as you both try not to drift off to sleep.

“So,” Johnny eventually breaks the silence, “Do I meet your standards for a second date?”

You laugh breathlessly as you run your fingertips over the slope of his nose and down to the curve of his lips. There’s a warmth buzzing in your chest, something more than post-nut euphoria, as you consider your answer. There’s great risk in making decisions in such a blissed-out state, but something tells you that you won’t be able to stay away from Johnny. Even if you wanted to.

“Buy me breakfast, and we’ll see.”

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snoopyana · 3 months

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yale.

“ she can’t do nothing but yale. “

he had you pinned down, face squished into the pillows. the sound of muffled moans and skin slapping together filled the room. his phone propped up on the nightstand — recorded a video for his distant girlfriend. as a little hint that he wasn’t coming home tonight.

na jaemin. smut.

the whole ground under you shook as some drill song played, bass boosted to the max. gripping the red cup in your hand, it had been maybe.. 2 hours since you got here.

it wasn’t enjoyable.

looking around, you tried to make out your friends. you already knew that mark left, from his slurred text messages. but you had no idea where hyuck or johnny was. maneuvering your way through the crowd, you stumbled into the kitchen. reaching for the fridge, praying there was waterbottles — because you definitely weren’t sober enough for your liking.

fumbling through the fridge, you failed to realize the man standing next to you. watching you. grasping onto a small plastic bottle. you emerged from the fridge, satisfied with your find. looking to your left, that’s finally when you saw him.

startled, almost losing your already horrible footing, you stepped back. “oh my god…nana you scared me.” gripping onto your chest for dear life, you quickly compose yourself again. popping the bottle open, chugging it. mumbling under your breath, “god i needed that.”

“How you doing yn?” focusing back on jaemin, you realized this is your first time seeing him tonight. “good, could be better.” pausing for a moment “when did you get here?” he was leaning on the counter now, you standing in front of him. “not more than twenty minutes ago.” he yelled slightly, trying to drown out the music.

“ah, well are you enjoying it?” you asked him, shifting your weight, foot to foot. “not really, i was planning on leaving, then i saw you pushing through the crowd.” looking forward, you realized he was making direct eye contact. a smile creeping onto his face.

“i was actually gonna leave too, i just needed a little drink that wasn’t alcohol.” massaging your temple, there was a comfortable silence between you two. if you take out the music that is. “i can take you home.” jaemin spoke up, as he was still sober. you on the other hand, you couldn’t remember how many times you refilled your now discarded cup.

“yeah, i’d appreciate that, thanks nana.” and with that, he was leading you to the front door, holding onto your waist, keeping you from getting swept into the crowd. the cold air hit you like a storm, unsure what the time was. but it was dark. probably around midnight.

he didn’t let go of your waist until you were in his car. the gesture making you heat up. or maybe it was the alcohol that still lingered in your system. the ride was nice, it consisted of you telling him where to turn, and you guys laughing when he still ended up taking a wrong turn.

“gosh nana, you’d think you’re the drunk one with how you’re driving . “ a ten minute drive turned into a 40 minutes. but you weren’t complaining, he had a blanket in his car. which you used as you curled up in his passenger seat.

you weren’t necessarily tired, just a little out of it. Jaemin took notice of that, freeing one of his hands to snake under the blanket, rubbing your leg. you had been wearing green cargo pants, a gray fitted shirt and a black zipup. nothing too fancy, but he liked how it looked on you.

not minding his hand, as physical contact was something he did often, you stared out the window. seeing your apartment complex come into view. parking in the lot, he came around and opened the door for you. His hands find their way back to your waist as you lead him to the lobby. opting for the elevator, it was a quiet ride to the 7th floor. breathing and the rumble of the machine filling your ears.

a bing broke the silence, and you stepped out in unison. feeling around your pockets, searching for your keys. finding them in your back pocket, brushing against jaemins stomach as you pulled them out. unlocking your door, you both kicked your shoes off.

“finally. somewhere quiet.” (not for long, but i digress—) you mumbled, stumbling over jaemins feet as he was still attached to you. “oh my bad.” he spoke, moving with you to the living. he sat down first, and you followed. resting your head on his shoulder, you pulled out your phone. ‘1:27AM’ blared on your screen as you scrolled through your notification inbox. a few texts from hyuck asking where you were.

jaemin did the same, but his inbox was filled by one person. his girlfriend. he hadn’t told her he was leaving(and that he didn’t plan on coming back.) she had been on his ass all week, about useless shit. not calling her enough when he was at work. not being able to read her mind when she wanted something and expecting him to know. blah blah blah. he was tired, and needed a change of scenery.

that’s when he saw you, and decided he was gonna do just that, get a change of scenery. so here you are — laying on your couch. his arm gripping around your waist, which seemed to be his favorite spot. this felt like cheating, it was cheating. but he was too deep in to turn back.

“how you feeling, yn?” he questioned, looking down at you as you scrolled through your phone. “pretty good now, thanks for taking me home.” placing your phone down, you looked up to meet his gaze. then it happened. he leaned down, kissing you. you knew he had a girlfriend, he knew he had a girlfriend. but her existence quickly was pushed out of your mind.

the small kiss turning into a makeout session. your lipgloss smeared on yours and his face. lip outlines all over his neck — hickeys on yours. it was getting more and more intense by the minute. the alcohol that still floated in your system being a big help. pulling away from his lips, you maybe eye contact.

“are you sure this is..okay?” you whispered. being answered with a head nod and a smile. “i’m sure, i need to get away from her anyway.” his lips were back on yours, as you straddled his lap. the tent in his pants becoming painful obvious.

without warning, you were picked up — your body quickly meeting your bed. he knew your apartment like the back of his hand, occasionally crashing here when he needed a break from her but this was the first time you guys ever touched like this.

his lips were back on yours. biting on your lips, earning a whine from you. his hands made his way down to your waist, this time opting to pull whatever you had on, off. breaking away, he looked at you. “can i continue?” he questioned in a hushed tone. a small “mhm” was all he needed, and your pants were thrown onto the floor, leaving your underwear. he continued to undress you, slowly.

every time he pulled off an article of clothing, he would plant soft kisses onto your skin — making your whole body shudder. until you were left in just your bra and panties. and he was hovering over you, fully clothed. something about that made you even more hot and bothered.

as you looked at him, his fingers wasted no time. slipping underneath your underwear. his index and middle forcing their way inside of your hole. an embarrassingly loud moan coming from out of your mouth. a sly smile on his face, he was enjoying this. a lot.

his fingers pumped in and out at a painfully slow pace. occasionally curling his fingers to hit that gummy part just right. his thumb working slow circles over your clit in the process.

meanwhile, you were falling apart. moaning his name, swears slipping out of your mouth. he loved it. watching you lose yourself with just his fingers. then he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket. remembering the problem that was always poking at his neck. using his free hand, he pulled out his phone. his fingers never once stopping their mini assault on your insides.

he answered her call. “hello?” yelling could he heard from the other end, but he didn’t care for what she was saying. putting her on speaker, he threw his phone onto the bed. leaning down towards you ear. “be loud babe, i want to shut her up.” and with that, his fingers moved faster. your moans filling the room. repeatedly whining out “ah jaemin! please..” as he continued to pick up the speed.

she went silent. was she actually hearing this rn? his girlfriend started screaming even louder into the phone. jaemin reached over, and hung up. as he did, you gripped onto his shirt. a knot forming in your core. “ m’ gonna cum jaemin.” and you did. the male fucked you through your high.

she was calling again, before answering jaemin placed kisses on your forehead. “tell me when its too much.” he flipped you onto your stomach, face stuffed into your pillows. unbuckling his pants, he got onto the bed with you. his phone propped up against your lamp. he clicked record. sliding your panties off and unclicking your bra. he threw them to the side.

his brown hair fell over his face as he lined himself up with your hole. making sure both of your lower halves were in frame. with a swift motion, his hips were pressed against your ass. your moans being muffled by the abundance of pillows that decorated your bed.

“fuck..” letting out a groan as he bottomed out. taking a few moments before he began thrusting. your walls clenching around him as he stretched you out on his cock.

“ohh fuck. you never felt this good minyoung.” he groaned while speaking. his thrusts was a mix of long and slow, then fast and hard. making you go dumb underneath him. “fuck jaemin, ‘m gonna cum again..” was heard from beneath the pillows.

“go ahead, cum as many times as you please.” he whispered into your ear, helping you reach your climax once again.

the video was 50 minutes long. he laid with you in your bed. he was still fully dressed, while your naked body clung onto his. it was now 4:28AM. jaemin was cutting up the video into parts, sending them to his very angry girlfriend.

jaemin

‘hope you don’t mind, i had a little fun last night.’

he was left on open.

note- i wrote this in an hour. please cut me some slack if some parts don’t make sense. i had an idea and wanted to write it down as quick as possible!!

note #2- did some reformatting. same fic just more pleasing to look at. fic is now 100% proofread, if there’s still any mistakes, don’t be shy to tell me. 💗

#luvyujun #fanfic #kpop #nct #nct dream #jaemin #smut #kpop smut #renjun #mark lee #haechan #jeno #chenle #park jisung #nct 127 #nct smut #wayv

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xomakara · 7 months

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Inked By You

SUMMARY | You're best friends with Johnny and have had feelings for him for awhile. You think he's only attracted to you because of your tattoos but it's so much more. PAIRINGS | Johnny/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, college au, friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, fluff towards the end RATING | Mature LENGTH | 10,114 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This turned out longer than I expected LOL. So in this one, all the members I mentioned are the same age lolol. I hope it makes sense. Does it make sense?? I feel like my writing style has been wonky lately.

“Those are real, aren’t they?” Johnny asked you as he leaned against your bedroom wall. Taeyong and Yuta were lounging on your bed before joining the party that was going on in your living room. Johnny was looking at the various tattoos that were on your left arm.

You and Johnny have been best friends since your freshman year of college. Although you both have very different personalities and interests, there was one thing that kept you close together: partying. It's your last year of college and despite all the stress from studying and taking exams, you still got together every now and again to do what you all did best.

Drink, dance, and make memories.

Johnny is wearing a silk button-down shirt and black slacks. And then there was you in a tight mini skirt and a one-shouldered top that accentuated your figure and showed off your tattoo sleeve.

You looked good.

Even though it wasn’t what most people would consider a typical Friday night out, you, Johnny and other mutual friends seemed happy enough as you stood in front of the mirror checking out each other.

That was until you caught Johnny staring at your body with an expression that suggested he wanted more than just a quick look. The silence between you both grew awkward and uncomfortable until you finally broke it by saying, “What? Are my tits distracting you or something?”

He snapped out of his trance with a surprised look on his face, causing you to smile. He quickly apologized for staring, but said that he was genuinely interested in your ink. You nodded in response, knowing exactly what he meant by that. There was no denying the amount of attention you always got when wearing a low-cut top or a revealing dress. Your tattoo sleeve was another story though. People either loved them or hated them.

Despite the interest from many men, you never really considered getting any more tattoos after you finished your sleeves because, frankly, your current ones turned heads even if you wore a burlap sack. It wasn't uncommon for you to get double takes from people you knew as well as complete strangers when walking around town. On top of that, you didn't want to mess up the awesome artwork that had already been drawn onto your skin. Your current sleeves represented some of your favorite memories, which you didn't ever want to lose. So while others spent thousands of dollars on inked bodies, you got yourself beautiful pieces of art that couldn't be taken away.

Still, you couldn't help but notice how excited Johnny appeared whenever he saw you in your sexy outfits. As far as you could tell, he never missed an opportunity to stare at your tattoos, or check you out whenever you walked by him. Sometimes you would catch him ogling you in such a way that you felt like he wanted to rip off your clothes right there in public. Of course, there was no way he'd actually do anything like that. He wasn't that kind of guy.

Besides, you knew for a fact that he had a girlfriend who also attended the same college as you. They had been dating for about a few months, so she was obviously important to him. Still, whenever he caught you wearing something tight or sexy, he couldn't help but show off those sinful eyes of his.

With everyone gathered in yours and Taeil's living room, you tried to ignore the eye candy standing across from you as you and your friends continued to talk about meaningless things, like where you should go for dinner later tonight. You weren't even sure why you brought it up. Maybe you were bored, maybe you were drunk, or maybe you just needed something to keep your mind occupied. But whatever the reason, somehow the conversation ended up on the topic of sexual partners. When it comes to sexual encounters, your friends tend to live by the motto: if you haven't had sex with anyone, then you're not having fun.

You hadn't given much thought to that phrase until Jaehyun wiggled his eyebrows at you. "We all know that Y/N has fun doesn't she?"

You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your lips. "I've been told I have a knack for keeping people entertained."

"She can entertain me anytime!" Ten shouted. "Have you seen her ass in that red dress she wears?"

You couldn't help but laugh. That comment got everybody else laughing too.

"Anyways," You muttered before clearing your throat and turning towards Taeyong, "How many women have you slept with?"

Taeyong glanced over at Yuta and grinned, "Four, but it's probably more. Do you need me to give you a count?"

Taeil let out a small laugh before replying, "Four isn't bad. Don't think I'll ever get that high, although the number would probably increase if Yuta would stop trying to fuck everything that moves. Especially anything that moves."

You burst out laughing, followed by Yuta who laughed even harder. Eventually Taeil joined in, as did Jaehyun, and everyone else that was listening.

“But back to the question at hand,” Taeyong spoke up once he was able to calm down. He looked over at you, “how many men have you slept with?”

Johnny grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter and took a swig of it. He looked at you curiously.

"Well...if we include Jaehyun, Doyoung, Mark, Hendery and Renjun..." You counted, the men you called out looking at you for a brief moment before going back to whatever they were doing. "Five. But hey, who's counting? Sex is sex."

That answer seemed to satisfy Johnny, although he continued to watch you carefully. You noticed that he was taking an interest in your tattoos again. You shrugged it off as you and your friends continued talking, however your heart began to beat faster when you realized that he was no longer looking at your tattoos. His eyes were locked on yours.

"Hey guys,” Jungwoo called out to the rest of your group, waving a hand in front of their faces. “Who wants to get more beer and food with me?"

Thank you Jungwoo, for your timely interruption. You weren't sure how long you could last with Johnny staring at you. In fact, your knees started to feel a little weak when he cleared his throat to gain your attention. It was almost like he was daring you to say something. Something inappropriate, to be exact. But you had to be strong. After all, he was with his girlfriend.

"Uh, yeah," You replied, forcing a smile onto your face. “Let's go get some food and drinks."

You turned around, ready to follow Jungwoo into the kitchen. You paused for a second to take one last look at Johnny, and saw him watching you intently. You smiled sheepishly before stepping inside the kitchen to join your friends.

You turned around to see Johnny coming towards you. He didn't speak for a minute, so you waited patiently. "So, have you had fun yet?"

Your brows furrowed. You expected him to ask you if you were enjoying yourself. Instead he was asking you a completely different question. You wondered what this was all about, so you replied, "Of course I'm having fun! Why wouldn't I be?"

Before he could respond, Xiaojun called out. "Yo, Johnny! Jieun is here."

Fuck. Johnny's girlfriend.

You sighed inwardly as you watched him walk away with Xiaojun to greet her. If only he wasn't dating someone you actually knew. Then maybe he'd pay you the proper amount of attention.

Oh well. No use thinking about it.

You shook your head and focused on your friends. You hadn't seen them in awhile, so you welcomed the chance to hang out with them again. Plus, the alcohol helped to loosen your tongue, which allowed you to ask some of the questions you had been wondering about for quite some time.

"So, guys," you said, pouring some vodka into a glass. "Is it true that Renjun hooked up with someone last week?"

Renjun choked on his beer. You covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Kun let out a loud groan. Haechan let out a loud chuckle. Even Taeyong chuckled quietly.

You couldn't believe that they were being so open with you. It was like you were part of the group, and you liked it. You weren't sure if they realized that, but you were grateful nonetheless.

As soon as you saw Renjun regaining his composure, you spoke up again. "So, how many girls have you banged so far?"

Mark snorted. "Including you? Like eight or nine."

Kun guffawed. "More like twenty."

A shocked expression formed on your face. It was funny to hear their numbers compared to yours, but even funnier was hearing their reactions. Their reactions made you realize just how ridiculous their answers were. For example, Kun's claim that he had fucked more than twenty women in his lifetime was preposterous. However, you didn't dare bring it up.

Renjun shrugged. "I dunno. A lot."

Mark nodded. "At least ten."

Jungwoo scoffed. "No fucking way. Five tops."

"Bet none of those girls were as good as Y/N." Jaehyun reminded them, giving you a look. You rolled your eyes as he continued to talk. "And to everyone at this party that had sex with her, admit that she was good."

"I admit, I'm a good fuck." You shrugged, a small smirk on your lips. You nudged Jaehyun's shoulder. "Now shut up."

You all stared at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing. The alcohol was definitely starting to hit you hard, making you forget all about Johnny and his girlfriend. All that mattered was that you were surrounded by friends, having a good time, and drinking.

It wasn't long before Ten, Taeil, Mark, Kun, Haechan, Taeyong and you were sitting on the floor, passing around beers and shots as you waited for Jungwoo and Yuta to return with the food. And even though you were tipsy, you managed to hold your liquor fairly well. Until you drank the tequila shot you took right before going to get more drinks.

“So, Y/N.” Haechan drawled out, looking at you intently. You glanced at the tequila in your hands, your vision getting hazy. How much have you actually drunk so far?

“What?” you asked, shrugging. “What are you talking about?”

Haechan frowned. "You okay? You look wasted."

"Yeah, you look wasted Y/N." Taeyong said, as he put his drink down.

Your vision was getting worse. You felt dizzy. Your body was hot, then cold, then hot again. Fuck, you were going to pass out if you kept this up. You reached for the bottle of water next to you, holding it tightly against your chest. You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating on slowing your breathing. You managed to slow it down a bit, but you still felt lightheaded. Before you knew it, your vision blurred again. When you opened your eyes, you found everyone staring at you. Except for Taeyong. He was standing in front of you, looking very concerned.

"Taeyong." You whispered, unable to form any words. He held out his arms, inviting you to step into them.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed." He said gently.

"Y/N." Johnny stepped forward, his face showing concern. His girlfriend laid a hand on his arm, suggesting that he stay put. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and stumbled, reaching for the couch, only to find it further away than you remembered. Without thinking, you leaned against Haechan instead. As you dozed off, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Johnny, what's wrong?" The pretty girl next to him muttered. "Is everything alright?"

Johnny watched from the corner of his eyes as his friends helped Y/N up from her drunken stupor. Was she okay? "It's nothing, Jieun."

"I hope she's alright." Jieun muttered, arms still clinging to him. "She seems so drunk."

"Don't worry about her, babe." Johnny assured her. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

"Why are you always protecting her?" Jieun released a soft sigh.

"Because she's special to me." Johnny answered simply.

He gave her a small smile before turning his attention back to his friends. He really missed the opportunity to spend time with his friends and Y/N.

He sighed. Of course he missed her. Even though he hadn't been able to spend much time with her lately, whenever they were together, they always had fun. She was kind and caring. Whenever they hung out, he felt a sense of comfort wash over him. It wasn't until tonight that he realized how lucky he was to have her in his life.

In the beginning, it was all easy. They met at a party thrown by their classmates. Since Johnny had recently moved to Seoul, most of his friends struggled to communicate with him. So when his friend Jaehyun told him about the event being held by another foreign exchange student, he figured that it would be a good chance to meet new people. Little did he know that meeting Y/N would change his life forever.

They hit it off instantly, flirting shamelessly. They had no problem joking around and teasing each other. At first, it had been innocent, simple conversations, whether it was about the weather or their favorite movies. They stayed as friends since Y/N was currently in a relationship, but every once in a while, they still got together to hang out. On those occasions, they spent their time watching movies, going to karaoke bars, eating out, and shopping. They had mutual friends who always seemed to drag them along to the hottest clubs and parties.

Those times together were always memorable. He remembered the time when he helped Taeil and Y/N find an apartment together since they were going to be roommates. There were nights where Y/N had gotten sick from drinking too much, falling asleep on Johnny's chest. Or times when he found himself helplessly straddling Y/N as they snuck into his apartment. He never questioned the level of their intimacy; after all, Y/N was a beautiful, smart, and sweet girl. In return, Johnny was respectful of her relationships with other men.

But the thought of Y/N with anyone else made him physically ill.

For several months, things continued this way. Eventually, they both became more serious with their respective partners. When that happened, they had trouble finding time to see each other. The good news was that they'd grown closer, becoming each other's best friends. During those moments when they saw each other, they'd always make sure to give the other person plenty of affection. It was obvious that neither one of them wanted to lose their friendship. Still, it was difficult not to get hurt every now and again.

Johnny would often ask himself why he didn't act sooner.

What stopped him from telling Y/N how he truly felt? He knew that he was attracted to her, especially after seeing how they interacted together. She made him laugh, genuinely enjoying his humor. It was impossible not to notice how sexy she looked when she was laughing at his jokes. Plus, she smelled amazing. When he breathed in her scent, it reminded him of chocolate. Or strawberry ice cream. Something sweet and fruity that melted his heart every time he inhaled it. But still, he kept his feelings bottled up inside.

Today was no exception.

Seeing Y/N dress in that mini skirt and that top that accentuated her figure, he had to try hard to stop himself from kissing her senseless. Heck, he knew she had tattoos but at the time, there were only a few. Now she had a whole sleeve of them. All over her left arm. Most of them seemed quite intricate and detailed, depicting nature scenes, symbols, even people. She had an incredible eye for detail and, based on her art, Johnny guessed that she had a lot of patience. It was one of the many reasons why he loved hanging out with her. They could talk for hours, even if they had absolutely nothing in common. There was always an instant connection between them, almost as if they were two halves of a whole.

Johnny glanced over at Jieun, his current girlfriend.

No.

Just the girl that he’s currently just sleeping with.

Jieun was pretty, don't get him wrong. She had short hair and bright brown eyes, delicate features and a slender frame. But when compared to Y/N, she didn't stand a chance. Compared to her, Y/N seemed like a goddess. Y/N was tall, slender, toned in all the right places. She was tan, and had long, black hair that she often ran her fingers through. Not only did she possess all of the qualities that Johnny desired, but she also had a personality that stole his heart. For years, he had been silently pining for her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that she was perfect for him.

But no matter how much he liked Jieun, he could never forget Y/N. The truth was that Y/N was just so different from everyone else. She never hesitated to show her true self, whatever that meant. Whether she was crying over a sad movie or dancing ecstatically at a club, he knew that she wouldn't lie to him or hold anything back. Her honesty made her extremely endearing. She was funny and carefree, and unlike some girls, she had a positive outlook on life. If it wasn't for Y/N, Johnny doubted that he would've made it through all the crap he went through during college.

No doubt, Johnny had fallen for her. But he refused to act on those feelings. To do so would be unfair to Jieun, despite them not really dating. More importantly, Y/N deserved someone better than him. Someone who actually appreciated her beauty and unique traits. She deserved someone who loved her unconditionally and showed it in every aspect of their relationship.

Johnny watched as Jieun struck up a conversation with the other party-goers. His attention went back to Y/N and how drunk she looked earlier. He wished that he could've done something to prevent her from embarrassing herself. Y/N was the last person he wanted to hurt.

The next thing you remember was waking up on the couch, your head resting on someone’s lap. Haechan was still sleeping soundly, and so were all of your friends except for Yuta. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Everyone looked so peaceful.

"Ugh, my head." You moaned as you sat up. "This hangover is going to kill me."

"Can I get you anything?" Taeil asked, coming out of his bedroom. He looked around the living room, noticing that the people who didn't make it home last night, were all passed out on the floor or on the couch.

You rubbed your forehead, getting up and padding towards the kitchen. “Coffee, please.”

He handed you the mug and a pack of Advil. "Are you feeling better?"

"Just peachy." You replied sarcastically. "Not at all.”

Taeil laughed. "Don't worry, you'll feel better tomorrow."

As soon as he walked back into the living room to wake everyone up, you finished your mug of coffee and padded into your bedroom to freshen up. You went through your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. You needed to dress casual, since you planned on spending most of the day lounging around the house, drinking coffee and playing games. Unfortunately, you couldn't decide between wearing sweatpants or shorts. Finally, after much deliberation, you chose to pair leggings with a gray tank top. Once you were done, you wandered back into the living room to wait for everyone else to wake up.

You didn't need to wait too long. Before you knew it, Taeyong and Renjun joined you at the kitchen table with cups of coffee. Mark rubbed at his eyes, sitting up from the couch, Haechan stirred next to him.

“Where did you two sleep?” You asked Taeyong and Renjun, curious.

Taeyong gave you a pointed look. “Like on the floor. At least Yuta was against the wall.”

You grinned. "I'm surprised no one took over my bed."

"I'm surprised no one put you to bed," Yuta muttered as he joined the group.

"Haechan was hogging her on the couch." Mark sleepily muttered.

"I was going to help her to her room but then I got sleepy and she was sleepy," Haechan yawned. "So we both passed out on the couch."

"Who didn't go home last night?" You asked Taeil.

"Mark, Haechan, Renjun, Taeyong, and Yuta." Taeil replied. "Oh. Ten and Kun passed out on my bedroom floor."

“Haha. Let's go get breakfast once they wake up. What should we do today?” You asked the group of hungover men.

“Eat breakfast. Drink more coffee. Play video games. Whatever you want.” Kun shrugged, coming from Taeil's bedroom. He stretched and yawned loudly. “Today is a free day. We can do whatever you want."

“Okay, sounds good. Can I shower first?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course. Don't take too long. We're waiting.” Taeyong smirked.

“Whatever.” You replied. You slowly trudged upstairs to your bedroom. Once you were inside, you stripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor. You slid under the warm spray of water and scrubbed your hair vigorously. Soon, you stepped out of the shower, toweling off your hair and wrapping the towel around your body. Then you pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and an old, faded red t-shirt. Once you were ready, you padded downstairs to grab your purse and keys.

Once you returned to the living room, you found everyone waiting for you. They all sat around the living room, sipping on their morning coffees.

"Alright, let's go get breakfast." You declared happily.

"Good idea." Yuta agreed, getting up from the couch. "Let's not waste another minute here."

"We don't need another minute." Mark commented, looking around the room.

When you arrived at your favorite restaurant, everyone piled out of the car, stretching and yawning. The restaurant was fairly empty, save for the employees. So, when the owner came up to greet you all, you smiled.

"Morning! Glad to see my favorite group of hungover college kids." She beamed, her arms wide opened.

You stepped into her arms. "Morning mom. Can you feed us now?"

"Anything for my favorite daughter." Your mom kissed your cheek, ignoring your comment that you were her only child. Your mom looked at the rest of the group. “Now what can I get for you hungover kids?”

“Your egg sandwiches, auntie.” Taeil muttered.

“Coffee.” Mark yawned. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

“Can I get toast, bacon, and fries, auntie?” Renjun asked.

"Oh, god, come on." Taeyong groaned, sitting down at a nearby table. "Just give me some coffee and bacon, I'll be fine. Please auntie."

After you placed your order, you settled down at the table, joining your friends.

"Why are we meeting here every morning?" Yuta yawned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Because it's close to campus, you get free food and you know my mom loves you all." You shook your head, helping the staff pour everyone coffee or orange juice into their mugs and cups. You made your thanks, the staff smiling.

"One of the perks of being Y/N's friends," Kun laughed. "Free food from her mom's restaurant. Lucky us."

"True that." Taeil nodded, finishing off his egg sandwich. "Man, I love her mom's sandwiches."

"She makes the best ones." You agreed, stealing a fry from Renjun's plate.

A few minutes later, the rest of the food was delivered.

"Can I have your bacon and eggs?" Taeil asked, pointing at your plate.

You raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think you deserve to eat someone else's bacon?"

"Doesn't hurt to ask." He grinned, grabbing your plate. "But you can always share."

Everyone chuckled as you shoved a fry into Taeil's mouth.

"So where did Johnny end up going last night?" You asked suddenly. “I really didn’t see him last night. I mean I saw him before I passed out.”

"He didn't stay long." Mark answered. "Around midnight, he left with Jieun."

"Ah." You frowned. "Makes sense. They never stay long whenever I'm around."

"They probably just wanted to spend time together." Kun explained. "Jieun and Johnny were really cute together. She followed him everywhere he went."

"Did you ever tell him that you liked him?" Yuta asked you suddenly.

"What?" You blinked. How did Yuta know about that?

"You did flirt with him a little." Renjun reminded you. "At least, that's what I saw."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. "It was barely any flirting."

"Come on Y/N," Mark shook his head. "Johnny was staring at you the whole night before Jieun came."

"It's the tatts, Mark." You replied. "He was asking me about them earlier."

"Seriously though." Yuta continued. "If you like him, why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I thought he'd never notice me." You sighed, knowing that there was no way to escape the converstation. "I'm not the type of girl that guys usually like."

"Really?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"It's the tatts, huh?" Taeyong muttered, looking at your tattooed arm. "I mean, I love a girl that has tatts."

"Guys will always find something to complain about." You nodded your head. “But thanks for that Taeyong.”

"Well," Renjun interrupted, chuckling slightly. "There's nothing wrong with your tattoos."

"Yeah." Haechan agreed. "They're pretty cool."

"I agree." Ten smiled. "And sexy as hell."

You blushed, ignoring everyone's laughter. But it wasn't long before you were in a conversation about your tattoos again. About how pretty you thought they were and about how unique each tattoo was. It felt good, having such amazing friends that were willing to talk about your ink. You knew it would probably never happen with other groups of guys you hung out with. Not because they didn't care, but because they were afraid to offend you. Which is why you weren't surprised when the subject turned to sex.

It was always sex with these guys.

Why were you friends with these sex-crazed guys?

"So..." Taeyong started, shooting a pointed glance at you. "Are there any guys here you want to bang?"

"Hear me out. I know he has a girl and I know someone's going to beat me up for saying it or even thinking of it," You decided to just tell the truth. You looked around biting your lip, making sure your mom didn’t hear you. "Johnny. He seems like a good fuck."

"Damn," Haechan raised his eyebrows. "Y/N and Johnny would be hot, to be honest."

"No shit." Renjun nodded. "They'd be the hottest couple on campus."

You rolled your eyes and laughed with the others. You and Johnny? If only that was possible.

He still has a girlfriend after all.

The days passed quickly. After hanging out with the group for breakfast, you usually went off on your own, doing homework or just spending time alone in your room. But one day, after lunch, you decided to join your friends again. This time you met up with Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Xiaojun, and Jaemin.

You sat at the table, eating as everyone told you stories about who they hooked up with last night. You rolled your eyes when Taeyong started telling you about his drunken hookup with a girl named Minah.

"Drunk sex?" You scoffed, giving him a look. "Really?"

"Don't act like you haven't done that." Taeyong narrowed his eyes. "With as many times as you had drunken sex with Doyoung."

"Please don't bring that up. Every time you guys mention it, I feel bad." You groaned as Doyoung sputtered on his food. You reached out and patted his back. “But admit it Doyoung, the sex was good.”

"We don't mention it!" Taeyong responded to you, rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s reaction. "It's not our fault you're always horny!"

"Shut up. Just shut up." You threw your napkin at him, the others laughing.

You were surprised when the next person you noticed looking at you wasn't Xiaojun or Doyoung or Jaemin or even Winwin. Instead, it was your very handsome friend, Johnny. You didn't even know he would be here. He was out with others that were in his classes.

His dark brown eyes met yours across the room. There was something about the way he stared at you that made you blush. Your cheeks were hot. Even your ears felt hot. Why was this guy looking at you so intensely? And so much?

“Is there a reason why you’re staring at Johnny so much?” Xiaojun asked, leaning back in his chair.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Um…”

"She wants to fuck him." Jaemin muttered. "Renjun told me the other day."

"But then again, what girl doesn't want to fuck, Johnny?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders. "Jieun is one lucky bitch."

You tried not to look at him anymore. Because whenever you looked at him, your stomach would flip. He was just too beautiful. Too sexy. Too perfect. It didn't help that he was already famous for dating the popular girl. Not that you weren't popular.

No wonder every single girl kept trying to hit on him. You included. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him since you met him at that event you hosted with Mark for the foreign exchange students. But he still had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.

Yet, here you were, constantly looking at Johnny like he was a piece of candy that you desperately wanted. Or maybe like you were salivating at the sight of him. Yes, that sounded more appropriate.

Like you wanted to eat him alive.

You wanted to suck on his lips. Suck on his tongue. Slap his hard cock against your naked pussy.

God, you wish you could touch him. Touch his face. His arms. His chest. Hell, just touch his skin. To see if it was as soft as it looked.

Or if it was rough.

Maybe Johnny likes rougher sex than the girls he normally slept with. What do you know about him, huh? Nothing. And yet, you keep imagining yourself with him. Imagining how it would feel to lay beneath him, letting him fuck you from behind. Thinking about how incredible it would feel to take his load all over your face. Or maybe deep inside you. The possibilities were endless. You just couldn't seem to stop thinking about him.

Your friends didn't know about the way you fantasized about him.

At least, they hadn't said anything. Yet.

"Ah, fuck." You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Doyoung gave you a concerned look. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nodded in reply.

You were seriously losing control. That was a first. For as long as you could remember, you had been able to hold yourself back from acting on your urges. The fact that you had no self-control around him should've made you realize you shouldn't be with him. It should make you run away. But instead, your heart yearned to feel his body pressed against yours.

Why? You wondered. Why did you keep wanting him?

You took another bite of your salad, listening to your friends talking amongst themselves. And once again, Johnny’s name was brought up.

“Yeah, I heard he spent most of the weekend with Jieun.” Xiaojun said casually.

You sighed softly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any questions about it.

The next week was rather uneventful. Since it was your last year of college, you have stayed late almost every night studying or doing homework. Sometimes, if your apartment was occupied, you would go to Hendery’s, Jeno’s or Yangyang’s rooms and study there since they often partied, playing sports or going to the gym. So you were surprised when Wednesday afternoon found you walking back to your apartment alone.

As you approached your building, you noticed Johnny standing near the front doors. Of course he was there. No doubt he had been waiting for you.

His posture screamed 'alpha male'. All six feet one inch of him stood rigidly, like he was prepared to strike at any moment. And the muscles in his arms and chest were clearly defined under his tight black shirt. Damn. You wanted to get closer to him, to see if those bulging biceps were real.

You swallowed nervously. How does a girl like you even get a chance to meet the guy that every other girl wants? What makes you different from all the rest? You were one of his best friends that's for sure.

You watched as he began talking to someone. A girl. And she seemed to respond well to his attention. She smiled as he leaned down to speak to her. She giggled. She touched his arm lightly. She probably thinks she's special. Probably thinks that he's interested in her. As if.

But he looks happy. Smiling. Even talking to her. Ah, this must be Jieun, the girlfriend. She was actually really cute. Much prettier than you expected her to be. Short hair cut in a layered style. Brown eyes. And a small nose.

The way his gaze lingered on her for a few moments longer than necessary, she seemed to be flattered. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly. Her head resting on his shoulder as she gazed at him with longing. It was then that you realized that he was completely oblivious to your presence.

What was wrong with you? Why are you watching them like that? Why can't you turn away? God damn it! Stop acting like some sort of pervert.

You cleared your throat. Maybe he won't notice you if you ignore him. It worked the last time. Didn't it?

But to your dismay, he did.

"Hi Y/N!" He said cheerfully, looking up and meeting your gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Oh god.

"Hey Johnny," You forced yourself to say. Your voice came out low and shaky. You struggled to find your words. Suddenly, you felt like an awkward teenager again. Like your face was on fire.

Johnny nodded towards Jieun, causing her to frown slightly. Then he shot you a mischievous smile. "Let's go up."

It took everything you had to push past him and enter your building. Thankfully, Jieun left before you reached your apartment door. You were grateful. You didn't need her prying questions right now.

Inside your home, you stood in the living room, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Taeil wasn’t home yet, so you felt a bit nervous that you were left alone with Johnny. This had never before. Why all of a sudden were you feeling nervous in front of your best friend?

"Do you want a drink?" You offered nervously. "A soda or water? Wine?"

"A glass of red wine sounds nice." He replied without hesitation.

Relief flooded you as you hurried to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Thankfully, you had stocked the fridge earlier that day.

When you returned to the living room, Johnny was sitting on the couch, sipping his wine and watching TV.

He's so gorgeous. Why does he have to be so goddamn beautiful?

"So..." You started awkwardly. "How have you been?"

"Same old, same old." He shrugged. "What about you?"

You frowned. "Nothing new. Apart from hanging with the guys.”

He glanced at you quickly. Something passed between the two of you. Something strange. Something exciting. You squirmed in your seat, trying to focus on anything else besides the way his eyes smoldered at you. You felt like your whole world was going crazy. Everything around you became fuzzy. The way his voice sounded. The way his muscles flexed underneath his clothes. The way he gazed at you. Oh god.

Fuck.

Stop it. You chided yourself. This isn’t happening. Don’t give in to him. This is bad. Really bad.

“I’m glad we finally got to hang out tonight.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“Me too.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I mean, I guess I haven’t seen you since you’ve been busy with Jieun.”

Johnny nodded thoughtfully. “True.”

"You never talked about her." You pointed out quietly.

He grimaced. "We don't really talk about her that often."

"Do you like her?"

"Who?"

You exhaled sharply. "Jieun. Do you like her?"

Johnny furrowed his brows. "Why do you ask?"

You hesitated, wishing you hadn't brought it up. "Well...you look pretty happy when you're with her."

He smiled briefly. "It's complicated."

"Are you two together?" You questioned. "Is that why you always sit with her during class?"

"Well, we're definitely close." He said simply.

And then, he was silent.

“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” You blurted out. “Shouldn’t you spend time with her instead of me?”

He cocked his head to the side. “No, we’re not together.”

“Really?” You felt relieved. Thank god.

Johnny laughed. “Of course. We aren’t dating. We’ve slept together a few times but we’re not dating.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Good. At least he was being honest. You tried not to think about what kind of relationship they had. What kind of relationship they had had. But you couldn’t help but notice how they interacted with each other. The way they looked at each other. How they held hands.

“Was my best friend jealous?” Johnny peered at your face, a smile on his lips. “Because I could swear that you were staring at us.”

“I was not!” You denied. “There was nothing to stare at.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t try and deny it.”

“No, I’m telling the truth. There was nothing to stare at.” You insisted.

“Sure there was.” He grinned, taking another sip of his wine.

“Trust me. There was nothing.” You responded forcefully. “There was no reason for me to watch you and Jieun together. You weren’t kissing or anything.”

“Really?” His expression grew serious. “What if I asked you to kiss me right now? Would you?”

“Fuck, Suh.” You burst out. “That’s impossible. You know that, right?”

“But would you want to?” He persisted. “Would you kiss me right now if I asked you?”

“I…” You stopped.

How the hell was you supposed to answer that question?

This conversation was turning into something you never expected it to be. Was it really just a friendly request or something more?

And what would your friends say if they saw you two making out in the middle of the living room? If they saw you grinding against him on the couch?

“God dammit.” You groaned, slumping back onto the couch. “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Hmmm?” He peered at you curiously.

“Why does this have to happen?” You groaned, trying hard not to panic. “What are you trying to do to me?”

He gave you a playful smile. “I'm not doing anything to you.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Then why am I feeling this way?”

“Because you want me.” He replied simply. “Because you’re attracted to me. Because you can’t resist me. Because you feel something when I look at you.”

His confession sent shockwaves through your body. You sat motionless on the couch. Unable to comprehend what he just told you. Unable to believe him.

“Are you attracted to me too?” You whispered. “Is that why you keep looking at me?”

Johnny stared at you silently for several seconds. Then he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He confirmed.

You gaped at him.

“Really?” You repeated hesitantly.

“I'm not lying to you.” He assured you. “I want you. I want you so badly that I can barely breathe sometimes. But if I tell you that, will you run away? Will you break our friendship because of this?”

“No.” You answered instantly. “No. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t even be able to think straight. Not to mention the fact that the guys would kill me.”

He chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“They know that I have a thing for you.” You admitted. “They see the way I look at you. They tease me about it all the time. I guess it’s easier for them to accept it if they knew that I’m attracted to someone who likes me back. Someone who I can be myself around. That’s why they won’t mind if we date. As long as I’m with someone who accepts me.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So…what should we do?” You asked tentatively.

He raised his eyebrows. “About what?”

“Um…this.” You gestured towards yourself. “This attraction between us. It seems like we both want it. So…is it possible that maybe we could…I don’t know…do something about it? Maybe meet up somewhere private? Or at least have sex. In my bed? On your couch?”

Johnny’s eyes lit up. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Fuck, Johnny.” You ran your hand through your hair, noticing his eyes on your tatted arm. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He murmured huskily. “Like I'm going to take you upstairs and rip your clothes off? Like I'm going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you until you scream?”

You moaned. Fuck yes. That's exactly what you want.

“Don’t you want to?” He pressed. “Don’t you want me to make love to you? To touch every inch of your skin? To lick your nipples and suck on your breasts?”

You bit your lip.

“Fuck. Please stop talking. Just fucking fuck me already.” You moaned, unable to contain your arousal any longer.

He smirked. “All right. All right. But just to warn you. I plan on treating you like the goddess that you are. Every part of your body is going to feel good to me. I’ll make sure you come over and over again.”

A fire ignited within you. This is exactly what you needed. Exactly what you wanted. The idea of getting fucked by him sent a thrill throughout your body. You loved hearing him say those words to you. Words that only a man like him could utter. And knowing that you wanted to have sex with him didn’t hurt either. It made you feel incredibly desirable.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Johnny said softly.

“Do whatever you want.” You replied breathlessly. “Just please. Make me cum.”

He chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”

You nodded eagerly. A devilish grin formed on his lips.

He stood up from the couch. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you up from the sofa. With one swift move, he tossed you over his shoulder.

He strode quickly towards the staircase. You shrieked, clutching at his shirt tightly. You kicked your legs wildly, desperately trying to escape from his grip.

Johnny was much stronger than you realized. Within seconds, he had thrown you down onto your bed. With one quick movement, he jumped on top of you. Your heart thundered against your chest.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you fiercely.

Your body responded instinctively. Your pussy throbbed, begging for attention. Your nipples hardened beneath your shirt, yearning for a hard squeeze.

As his tongue probed into your mouth, his hands slid underneath your shirt. Pushing it up and off your shoulders.

His warm fingers trailed over your skin. Sending chills throughout your entire body. His lips trailed down your neck, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh. Every single movement was driving you wild.

Every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingertips set you on fire. You were soaking wet, longing for him to take you. For him to fill you with his cock. To give you the pleasure you deserve.

The moment his fingers brushed against your nipple, you let out a moan.

You arched your back, thrusting your breast towards him.

He chuckled. “God, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?”

He grasped your bra, tearing it apart with ease. Your nipples sprang free. He rubbed his thumb over them, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oooohhhh, Johnny.” You moaned.

He grinned wickedly. “Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your tits? When I suck on your nipples?”

“Yessss.” You gasped. “More. More. Fuck.”

“Oh god.” He groaned, biting down gently on your nipple.

He continued to flick his tongue across your other nipple, flicking harder each time. Your cries became louder. You felt like you were going to explode. It took everything in you not to reach down and unzip his pants.

Instead, you threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tugging at his hair as he teased your nipples. Moaning loudly whenever he touched your skin.

Johnny smiled. He licked his lips hungrily, giving your breasts one last slow suck before letting go.

Leaving you panting for air.

“I've got to be honest with you, baby.” He breathed, pushing himself up onto his knees. “You taste amazing. Better than anything I've ever tasted before. And there's nothing else I'd rather do right now than to spend hours tasting every inch of your gorgeous body. Touching you. Kissing you. Licking you. And slowly entering you. Until I fill you with my cum.”

“Mmmmm. Fuck yes.” You whimpered, your voice sounding like an echo in the empty bedroom.

“Now where were we?” He asked slyly. “Ahh yes, your tits. Did you want me to suck on them some more? Maybe eat you out while I played with your tits?”

“Yes.” You breathed. “Please. Oh god, yes. Please.”

He chuckled. “Anything for you, baby. Anything.”

Slowly standing up, he began to strip off his shirt. Each piece of clothing was removed with great care. His tattoos were displayed prominently. They looked beautiful as always. The sight of them caused you to sigh in appreciation.

Once his shirt was completely gone, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on your stomach.

“That's better.” He whispered. “Now you're ready for me.”

His hands sliding your pants off. His lips kissing the insides of your thighs. Caressing your inner thigh with every kiss. Leaving you quivering with desire.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “Stop teasing me. Please. Just fuck me. Now!”

“Shhh.” He whispered. “Not yet. Not yet. There's still so much left to do first. Don't worry. You'll get what you need soon enough.”

Your hands dug into his hair, pulling his face closer to your pussy. You moaned loudly. The sounds of your pleasuring filling the room. His hot breath tickling your inner thighs. Your panties drenched with your juices.

Johnny looked up at you, his dark eyes darkened with lust.

“Look at me. Look how beautiful you are.” He said huskily. “Watch me taste you. Watch as I rub my tongue over your clit. See how good it feels. Know that I'm doing it to you. That I want to eat you out so badly.”

He gripped your hips, tugging you upwards. Opening his mouth wide. Licking your entire pussy, slowly spreading your juices.

Lapping at you slowly, teasingly. Going lower and lower until his tongue found your swollen clit. Pressing hard against it, rubbing his tongue in circles.

“Fuuuck.” You cried out. “Johnny! Johnny!”

“Such dirty talk, baby.” He said with a laugh. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg for me to make you cum. I want to hear you screaming for me.”

You clawed at his back, trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy. Screaming obscenities. Making animalistic sounds. Biting down on your pillow as he gave you all the pleasure you deserved.

Finally, his tongue plunged deep inside your pussy. Flicking over your clit in rapid succession. Sucking on it and flicking it. Pulling away occasionally to tease you. Tasting your juices. Giving you an extra burst of pleasure every time.

His pace increased rapidly. Pulling away for brief moments only to return immediately. Giving you even more pleasure than you expected. Soon you were trembling, nearing the point of no return.

It took everything you had not to lose control. Your entire body was consumed by ecstasy. Your pussy contracting rhythmically around his mouth. Pumping his tongue inside you, trying to keep yourself from coming. From exploding with orgasmic bliss.

But you couldn't hold it anymore. You began to cry out. Your body shuddered.

Sensing your impending climax, Johnny stopped sucking on your clit. He withdrew his tongue, but kept his lips firmly pressed against it. Keeping your orgasm contained.

His hands remained firmly on your hips. Tugging at your hips, forcing your body further upwards. You cried out as you tried to pull his face back into your pussy. Trying to force yourself to cum.

You came with a loud scream, your entire body tensing. Johnny followed your lead, groaning loudly as you pushed your pussy back into his face. Your thighs squeezing tight around his head, pulling him tighter against your clit. Your entire body trembling violently. Spasms racking your body. Bringing forth the most intense sensation you had ever experienced.

Suddenly, he stopped. Letting go of your hips. Sliding off your sweaty body. Standing up from the bed. Looking down at you.

“Baby, I know you came, but I'm not done yet.” He said quietly.

Looking down at your spread thighs, he smirked. He began to undo his pants.

You panted, waiting impatiently for him to reveal his erection. You knew what was coming next. You knew this would be the moment of truth. Would he be able to satisfy you? Would he actually be able to give you the satisfaction you were craving?

With one swift motion, his erect cock sprung free. Your eyes widened, almost as if you were surprised to see it. You hadn't been expecting it to be that big.

And you weren't wrong. His cock was absolutely enormous. Longer than any penis you had ever seen. Bulging with potential. You wondered if he could possibly fit inside you.

If he would hurt you.

But you know he wouldn't.

You stared at his cock hungrily, staring at it in disbelief. In awe. You reached out tentatively, touching it lightly. Fingers shaking slightly. Shaking as they traced their way along its length.

You felt the weight of it in your hand. Thicker than any cock you had ever felt. Fuller than any dick you had ever seen.

Before you could fully appreciate his massive erection, he grabbed hold of your wrist. Moving your hand to the tip of his cock.

“Just think about it.” He said quietly. “Imagine how amazing it will feel. Just imagine the sensations running through your body. Imagine how incredible it will feel to have this inside of you. How much more powerful it will be than any dick you've ever had before.”

Thinking about how large his dick would feel stretching your pussy open. Knowing that once he penetrated you, he would never leave. He would be inside you forever. Bringing you so much pleasure.

Giving you such pleasure. Satisfying you so deeply. Giving you what you needed. Allowing you to finally release all your pent up sexual tension. Giving you the ultimate sexual experience.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, you placed your lips against the head of his cock. Your tongue darting out. Drawing the warm liquid from his shaft. Overwhelmingly delicious.

Moving down, your lips parted. Your tongue sliding out of your mouth. Stretching out towards his cock. Swirling around it like a tiny tornado. Slickly coating his member with saliva. Getting him nice and wet. Allowing you to slide it further inside your mouth. Gently sucking on it, making sure to take it all in.

“Fuck.” He growled. “Oh fuck. You are so fucking sexy. So beautiful.”

Smiling brightly, you returned his compliment. Leaning forward, your tongue moved further into his crotch. Taking him even deeper inside your mouth. Tongue twirling around his thick base. Up and down the full length of his shaft. Playing with his balls. Feeling the resistance of his perineum.

Slowly moving back up to his tip. Taking him deeper inside your mouth again. Working your way down, taking him all the way to the bottom. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. As you slid back up to the tip, you sucked on it gently.

He groaned loudly, reaching out to grab hold of your head. Pushing you downwards so he could sink even deeper into your throat. Your nose pressed against his pubes, inhaling the musky scent. Sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle. Gagging a little bit. His thick length hitting the back of your throat with each movement.

Panting heavily, he held your head firmly in place. Gasping for air as he let out another moan. His dick pulsating wildly inside your mouth. Fluid seeping out of the end of his cock. Massaging your throat. Causing it to tingle pleasantly.

As he released his grip, you released his cock from your mouth. Pausing for a moment to catch your breath. Smiling happily at him. Proud of yourself for being able to handle his huge cock.

He smiled back at you. Reaching down, his fingers wrapping around your chin. Pulling you close to him. He kissed you passionately. Wrapping his arms around you. Holding you tightly. He tasted wonderful. His scent intoxicating. His warmth reassuring.

Gripping your ass tightly, he pulled you onto his lap. Sitting you down onto his hard cock. Watching as it filled your pussy. Slowly slipping inside of you.

Stopping halfway inside you, he gently lifted you up. Removing his erection from your pussy. Grinning as he laid you down on the bed. Positioning himself between your legs. His hard cock positioned at your entrance.

Pulling back slightly, he looked down at you. Seeing the desire in your eyes. Waiting for him to thrust his thick cock inside of you.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped your waist tightly. Slowly pushing forward. Delving inside of you. Feeling you wrap your legs around him. Tightening them around his body. Moaning loudly as he filled you completely.

Releasing his grip on your waist, he grabbed hold of your wrists. Placing them above your head. Hanging limply as he slowly fucked you. Gently pumping his cock into you.

Grinding your hips against him. Panting as you struggled to breathe properly. Wanting desperately to touch his cock, to stroke it. To watch it twitch in your hand. But he didn't allow you to do anything. He continued to thrust into you. Stroking his dick as fast as he could.

“Please.” You begged. “I need you to come inside of me. Please.”

Chuckling, he responded. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

His words spurred you on. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel his load splatter inside of you. Needing to feel his seed filling your pussy. Pouring into your body. And you would love every minute of it. Every single second.

He suddenly pulled out of you. Rolling over onto his back. “Climb on top of me. Put your tits in my face. I want to suck on them while you ride me.”

Lifting your ass, you quickly straddled his naked body. Hooking your fingers behind his neck. Settling yourself down onto his hard cock. You moaned loudly as you impaled yourself on him. Your hips bucking back and forth.

Johnny gripped your breasts, tugging on your nipples as you rode him. Squeezing your nipples hard. Twisting them as you slammed your pussy down on his dick. Slowly increasing the speed. Riding him faster and harder until he felt the familiar pressure building up inside of him.

“Hang on baby. Hang on. I'm going to come. Oh god.”

Moaning loudly, you brought yourself closer to climax. Johnny's dick pounding your walls relentlessly. Your whole body shuddering uncontrollably.

Feeling his climax building, Johnny wrapped his arms around you. Holding you tightly. Ensuring that you remain steady. Bringing you closer to release. Kneading your breasts, milking them roughly. Pleasuring them until you were completely overcome by pleasure.

Your orgasm ripping through your body. Crashing down upon you with relentless force. Sweeping you away into an ocean of pure bliss.

He moaned loudly, holding you tight. Panting heavily as he came inside of you. Your pussy gripping him tightly. Keep his semen within you. Silencing his lustful thoughts. Pushing them away, allowing him to rest peacefully.

Holding you closely, he watched as your climax slowly faded away. You lay on his chest, your breathing still erratic.

“So good.” You breathed softly.

“So fucking good.” He agreed. “That was the best. The absolute best."

"The best sex I've had in a long time." You let out a small laugh. You heard the front door of your apartment opening and closing, hearing voices talking about Johnny's coat and shoes. Someone, sounded like Taeyong, laughing at how you and Johnny finally fucked.

"I can hear you guys!" You yelled.

Johnny chuckled. "So I guess the guys are right outside, and they know exactly what happened."

Groaning, you buried your face into Johnny's shoulder. "I can hear Renjun and Haechan asking me all sorts of questions."

Smirking, Johnny spoke. "We can just tell them that the hot tattooed people are finally a couple."

"A couple?" You asked, lifting your head up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Well, I originally came to see you tonight because I was on a mission." He laughed. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Laughing loudly, you hugged him tightly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Johnny."

Letting out a sigh of relief, he relaxed against you. "Thank god."

He mumbled, resting his head against yours. Breathing in your lovely scent, he listened to the sound of your heart beating. "This is the first time I've been with someone I really care about. So I don't want to mess it up. It has to work."

Snuggling against him, you smiled. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yes." You answered, curious to hear what he was going to say.

"I love you." He told you. "And you need to know that."

"I love you too." You mumbled, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Forever."

He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip. A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. He looked down at your tattooed sleeve, running his finger over a sunflower one. "I really love this design. What does it mean?"

You chuckled. "Sunflowers remind me of you."

Johnny froze, looking down at your tattoo.

You were shocked to see tears forming in his eyes. But you didn't have time to worry about it because he immediately placed a tender kiss on your lips.

Your heart fluttered wildly at his actions. Never had you felt so alive.

So happy.

So loved.

You hugged him tightly.

"Remember when you used to tease me about getting tattoos?" He asked you, giving you a sheepish smile. He caressed your cheek. "Remember when I told you I wouldn't get another one unless you joined me?"

"Yup." You nodded. "What happened to getting one with me?"

"I eventually got it with Taeyong and Yuta since I wasn't sure whether you wanted one with me or not." Johnny explained. "I'm still waiting to get one with you."

"What if I gave you the tattoo?" You offered, tracing his shoulder tattoo. "One of my designs so it's like you're taking me with you anywhere you go."

"I would love to be inked by you." Johnny whispered, turning his gaze towards you. "Anywhere you want."

Your breath hitched. This is exactly what you wanted.

You could only imagine the gorgeous tattoos you would create together. They would be so incredibly beautiful. A masterpiece. You would cherish them forever.

It would also make you feel special. Knowing that no matter where you went, Johnny would always carry part of you with him. Always be thinking of you. Remembering you. Cherishing your creations.

You didn't know how you could express how grateful you were for his words. Or for him choosing you. Loving you. Being with you.

All you knew was that you were going to treasure these feelings for as long as possible.

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct smut #nct johnny #johnny #johnny suh #johnny seo

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Band!141 x Reader - Roach

“Thank you, we’ll call in a few days..”

Your stomach churned. Were they really going to call you? Or, was that just what they told the dancers they weren’t satisfied with?

Your feet carried you down the street, pushing past the crowds of people that flood into the city every day. Your stomach growls. In your rush to get to the audition, you hadn’t eaten breakfast today and you were starving. You take out your phone to check what’s around.There was a little diner open nearby, it wasn’t exactly the fanciest place, but it was cheap enough for your budget. You turn to head towards the diner only to walk directly into someone, your phone clattering to the sidewalk.

You stumble back to see a young man, perhaps only a few years older than yourself. He’s tall, though certainly not the tallest you’d seen today. He’s got spiky brown hair, which you imagine might be soft and fluffy without all the gel in it, and soft brown eyes. He’s wearing a tight fitting black muscle-tee that cut just slightly too short, showing off his midriff and a pair of fitted black ripped jeans. Just how many punks were you going to run into today?

“Woah, hey sorry,” he said, bending over to pick up your phone and offer it back to you. You quickly take it, frowning as you see the screen is cracked now. “Oh damn it, sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s… it’s fine,” you say dejectedly. It’s not, but it’s not his fault you walked right into him and dropped your phone.

“Hey, I’m going to meet some friends for lunch,” he says. “Why don’t you come along? My treat, I feel bad about your phone.”

You look him over cautiously. “I don’t even know your name,” you say.

“My friends call me Roach,” he says with a grin. “But you can call me Gary if you’d rather.”

“It’s nice to meet you Gary,” you say, giving him your name as well. “Roach is a funny nickname.”

“Yeah, my mates and I used to mess around with fireworks,” Gary explains. “Couple times I didn’t get away fast enough, somehow I didn’t get hurt though. My mates said I was like a roach, just surviving anything.” He chuckles at the memory. “How about that lunch then?”

You think for a moment. Is it really safe to go with a perfect stranger? The band you met on the subway jumps into your mind. They’d been nice enough to stop the train for you and offer you a seat in the full car, perhaps Gary was just as nice.

“Sure, why not?” you say. “Couldn’t hurt.”

Gary grins at you and you can’t help but smile back. There’s just something friendly about him, you just hope his friends are as nice.

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“Roach! You made it!” A familiar voice calling from a booth at the back of the bar shouts out. You turn to see the same group of men you’d met just earlier that day. It’s Kyle that spots you first out of them, that amazing smile crossing his face. “I see you met our new friend.”

You and Gary walk over and you take a seat near the middle of the table, between Kyle and Gary. You look at the latter. “You know, when you said you were meeting friends, I should have guessed this is who you meant,” you say with a giggle. Looking around the table, Johnny and Ghost were sitting at the far end from you, Ghost having just pulled his mask back up to cover his face when he saw you walk over. John was sitting on the other side of Kyle from you, he drank from his beer and smiled at you.

“How’d you get on at your audition, love?” John asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Did’ya get in?”

“Oh uh.. They said I should hear back in a couple days,” you say, fidgeting with your napkin. You still weren’t so sure the instructors had actually meant it though.

“I see..” John said thoughtfully.

“Bonnie thing lek ye?” Johnny chimed in from his seat next to Ghost. “They wis probably speechless or summat.” Ghost nudged him in the ribs with a sharp look.

“Audition?” Gary asked, looking at you. “Whatcha tryin’ out for?”

Before you could answer, Kyle wrapped his arm over your shoulder, though he kept his grip light enough that you could slip away if you wanted to. “Ballet, that fancy place,” he said. “Gonna be a real principal dancer one day.”

Your face feels hot at his confidence. “Oh well… I don’t know about all that,” you say nervously. “I mean.. I’d just be happy in the corps de ballet really.” You’re not really certain you’ve got what it takes for a lead role anyway. “How did that recording go anyway?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Fine, if Soap would focus,” John rumbles, shooting the younger man a look.

“Haud yer wheesht!” Johnny exclaims looking a bit flustered himself. “Aye wis jus’ think’n alood.”

“An’ not staying on beat,” Kyle teased back.

“Oh I’m sorry..” you say, feeling bad for asking now.

“Dinna fash, leannan,” Johnny laughs. He starts to stand up. “Am gett’n ‘nother round.” He returns a few moments later and slides a bubbly red drink in front of you with one of those little paper umbrellas in it.

“What is it?” you ask. Johnny only grins and shrugs at you. Despite your better judgment you take a sip, surprised not to taste any alcohol in the cherry flavored drink at all. “Is this a Shirley Temple?” Your surprised reaction makes the table laugh.

“They’re not a kid Johnny,” Kyle laughs. He looks at you. “Lemme know if you want a real drink.” All you can do is nod quietly in response as you sip your Shirley Temple.

#141 band #band!141 #141 x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #john price #john mactavish #soap #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz #gary roach sanderson #gary sanderson #roach

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rookiesbookies · 4 months

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Hi, I really love the greek gods au for the boys, could I request some more hcs for them?

I was lowkey so excited to have an ask! Welcome Anon! I appreciate you! You have braved my inbox and im super excited to have you!

I saw you ask and wrote this as fast as I could with some of the other ideas for them that swim around my brain.

Let me know what you think!

Masterlist is pinned on my account as always, and my inbox is open!

Price

He had Hephaestus forge him a special razor so he could always keep his mustache in check after an incident where he tried to use a human razor and broke it.

He wears human clothes, he does have his godly robes but he prefers to wear something that may be comforting for whatever sacrificial woman he has at a given moment.

Has debated no longer accepting the women as sacrifices

for a long string of time the women were just the horniest ones or the village prostitutes. While they were nice for a week or two he did end up finding them homes elsewhere

Gaz says he fosters women like cats.

Price isnt looking at fostering anymore though. This most recent accidental sacrifice has by far been his favorite. She’s so warm, causes no problem, and isn’t like the last one he got who owned 8 cats.

Price likes cats, just not 8 of them.

He also worries Zeus will try to take his woman

Which is why the woman is hidden and protected by Price’s powerful shield from anyone who tries to creep on her. He doesn’t want his woman threatened by Hera.

Hera already knows he has decided to marry this one, as the goddess of marriage and is probably the most proud of him compared to Zeus’ other bastard children.

Soap

He most often wears his godly armor instead of his robes or human clothes.

The human clothes are really only to go see Price, the robes are really only for relaxing in his house, but the armor is for working.

He has to really just follow around his dad, Ares

He doesn’t know his goddess mom, and Ares wont tell him. Honestly he questions if he’s even Ares because the relationship isnt very father-son, they’re more just like Coworkers

He says his mom is probably Aphrodite but who knows

He spends most of his time with Simon.

Simon is relaxed and comes to work with him sometimes. Usually accidentally causing a cold breeze with his presence.

Soap linda digs the dark robes, he hates how shiny his white ones are.

Definitely hides amongst humans when he gets pent up or frustrated from work.

Gods are so demanding in bed, he’d rather have a human.

With Price looking like he’s going to settle down with his newest sacrifice, Soap thinks about finding his own woman. Price’s helps him cook and clean and look like she’d take it with no problems. Soap kinda wants that now

Ghost

He’s a very antisocial god.

Price has tried to get him to loosen up.

Price has offered him the best of some of the sacrifices that he didn’t get along with.

Simon just hasn’t shifted.

He buddies around with Soap, says its because their work is the most similar.

In reality Soap is the one person he favors the most. Keegan is also up there, but he’s no Johnny.

He never understood why Price took the sacrifices of women. He doesnt bother with the mountain god who gets on his nerves. He loves Gaz but his social battery just dies.

He doesnt see anyone loving that.

Not to mention, he’s the god of Winter. His fingers are cold, his robes are a dark black instead of a beautiful white because he’s from the underworld, and he spends a lot of time down there as well.

He refuses to kidnap a woman how Hades had. Says he had standards and is too attractive for that. Tells people he’ll get a woman when he wants one.

Persephone worries about him. Persephone wants a daughter-in-law who can bring her cold son out of this.

Even Demeter worries, and she loves when he visits. She has no more work when he comes into town, she just wish he didn’t reek of death from the underworld.

Konig

You think Konig was tall at somewhere between 6’7” and 6’10”? Now he’s like 8 feet tall.

He’s probably the loneliest of all of gods, he lives at the top of his mountain (which is kinda like the one of Olympus where it was kinda just a glorified hill) and doesn’t get much company, unlike the 141 group.

He does wear a veil because of his anxiety, being a lonely god makes you self conscious, what if all the other gods are much more handsome?

He wears robes, unlike the 141 group, he doesnt try to blend in with humans so he only has his godly robes.

He doesnt often get sacrifices either, since his altar is at the top of the mountain. Its why he doesnt intervene when the war people come often.

If only there was a way to sacrifice someone to keep him company, he’d never need much more again.

Especially with Atlas holding up the world.

Zeus told him he was born from a single drop of Atlas’ sweat hitting the ground.

Konig has never met Atlas. So he wouldn’t doubt he maybe is secretly a Zeus child? However he doesn’t mind not being a Zeus child. Hera doesn’t give him problems and he likes it that way.

He cooks, he cleans. He’d do anything for someone to spend a bit of time with. He might start scoping out the local village and town again. Last time he was disappointed by all the interesting ones being taken, so he stayed at a distance. But maybe he’d try again.

Keegan

Work is always calling Keegan.

As Thanatos says, “humans wont stop dying, birthing, fucking, or breathing”

Keegan doesn’t disagree.

He has black robes, similar to Ghost’s as they’re both from the underworld. He has spent a great deal of time with Simon as he has to deal with people suffering from hypothermia in the harsh winters.

Simon doesn’t cold shoulder him like most others. Compared to the gods from the underworld, Keegan is quite friendly. He just knows people dont live forever.

Or he hasn’t learned Price can protect humans and living things from death yet.

He has a solid relationship with Thanatos. He cant complain especially next to Soap’s and Price’s situations

He hasn’t ever really spent time with the 141 group because he’s worried he’ll have to get up and leave randomly due to his job.

He also doesn’t have human clothes like they do. He often wonders where they came from.

His home is in the underworld, so he worries about a human living there if he ever were to take on a bride.

Maybe he’d find a nice goddess like Hades did. But Price makes humans seem so nice.

He just worries he wouldnt be home enough to care for his human or he’d have to take his human to work to make sure she got enough vitamin D… i mean he can always gives you vitamin D but it’s a different vitamin.

He’s also worried about touching a human because what if he accidentally kills them or something ridiculous like that?

Too many risks. Maybe. Unless someone is brave enough to prove them wrong.

Gaz

He saves a lot of dropped babies from serious damage. He never shows himself, always stays invisible to the human eye, but he saves a lot of babies.

Also saves a lot of kids. Toddlers and young children fall quite a bit.

He has the whitest and cleanest and shiniest robes btw

But yeah he loves saving kids. Especially when he can show his form because adults don’t believe kids anyway.

Especially if they say they were saved by a god.

He also saves quite a bit of animals. Like bird eggs.

He just prefers saving kids.

He thinks they’re really darn cute.

Wouldn’t mind a few of his own

Doesnt help Hermes keeps teasing him though.

Hermes never misses a chance to remind him he came from him jerking it on a cloud and letting it fall to the earth.

Hermes thinks its really funny.

Gaz wouldn’t hate a partner. Nymph, Human, or Goddess.

He’s taken a couple of them to bed and has to say Human is his favorite.

Did he mention he saves a lot of kids?

Would you, maybe, like to save his, perhaps, for like 9 months?

Krueger

Sebastian makes Konig’s world a bit less lonely? However isn’t the most wonderful company.

Definitely defiles the virgins of random towns near by.

Has fun telling them he’s a god and was sent by their towns patron to defile them

Lowkey Hera had to ask if he was one of Zeus

He was actually carved from clay and given gifts from gods

Artemis made him a skilled hunter, Hades made him a quick thinker, Athena gave him tactical knowledge, Ares gave him strength, Apollo gave him impermeable skin, Zeus gave him a big dick, Eris gave him wild anger

The usual

His job is not terribly demanding and has quite a bit of free time to spend with Konig

He has big dark armor and a giant axe. Definitely has a lot of fun with it

his dream is to get a temple of his own and his own priestesses who would do his bidding and pray to him their city doesnt go on a hit list for the gods

He also dreams to get a virgin sacrificed to him.

He isnt greedy like Price when it comes to women, he just wants one. One is all he would need.

He’d never need to go around defiling random virgins anymore, he’d just get to have his virgin at home.

He’d love to have his own servant. He’d treat her well he promises. He’d love an embarrassed virgin for himself.

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neopuppy · 2 years

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Preview: “You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno

Word Count: 20k

Genre: Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), extraordinarily filthy, M/F

Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance

Smut Warning: threesome(lets just get that out of the way), loss of virginity, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding, rough oral(M receiving), cock warming, breath play, choking, hair pulling, praise, degradation, smut

a/n: please do not read if these warnings make you uncomfortable! this is all fictional💙

Today had to be a mistake. A complete mistake.

Who knew daydreaming would end up leading to such a wild demise; something straight out of freaky fanfiction. It’s not as if you could help but circle around the block near half of your Sunday afternoon when Mr. Suh decided to wash his Range Rover, shirtless.

It just wasn’t fair. Despite how much your thighs ache after an hour of peddling around, you couldn’t look away. Cheesy porno music accompanied the thoughts colliding rapidly in your head. The sun seemed to only beam on him like a stage light focused on the show's star.

Johnny tormented you, as well as every woman, and man, with working eyes within a mile radius. Choosing to lift weights in his oversized garage. Most of the time he at least had the decency to wear a tank top with the garage door wide open. Until about mid-way, once he was drenched in sweat. Stepping out onto the driveway to strip and wring out his soaked wife beater. His biceps would ripple, chest tightening down the middle, pecs bouncing as his shoulders would roll back for extra effect. He had to know what he was doing.

You weren’t the only one pretending to stay active while salivating with your gaze glued to the luxurious house placed in the middle of the neighborhood. Johnny drew in quite the audience. Mrs. Lee who would oftentimes hose off the kids skateboarding by, missing the aim completely for her rosebuds. Even Mr. Lee would stand by her side at times, his eyebrows furrowed roughly in concentration. Puffing his chest out further for some hopeless significance of manhood.

Mr. Suh emerged straight out of wet dreams. Rushing home to write nonsense in your diary after the day he finally noticed you. The circumstance was not ideal, having fallen on your bike distracted by the sound of the ice cream man's tune approaching. Patting the pocket on your overalls for coins, something sweet and cold that could help soothe your dry mouth. Saliva exiting after hours in the sun admiring your neighbor.

It’s a page you read over weekly as the years go on. The way Johnny smiled at you while examining your ankle tenderly. Cooing as he said “Ah, you poor thing. Does it hurt badly?”

God. More than he’d ever understand.

The wrapper to the ice cream bar Johnny bought you after helping you back onto your feet posters the next page. Smoothed down and glued, screaming to yourself at the memory of his large hand gently patting the back of your head as you sucked at the fruity ice.

“Be careful will you? It’d be a shame for a pretty little girl like you to stay locked up all summer wearing a cast if you end up getting injured.”

He called you pretty, and that was more than enough to drive you absolutely mad. Diary entries turned into a secret anonymous blog over the years, filled with pornographic images and videos. Typed out private fantasies of your neighbor whisking you away, carried over the threshold as his young wife.

There’s just one problem.

“You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

“You?! But!—“

“Tsk, don’t act so surprised you little brat.” She snickers. Painting a bright red lip on, finishing with a wink. “I know how much it's breaking your little heart that the first love of your life will be buried 9 inches deep inside me in less than 6 hours.”

“Why would he ask you out?!” You fret. Having to mute your vengeful tongue from throwing out an insult with the question.

“He goes to the gym I joined last month. I’ve been planting the seeds, watering and attending to them daily. They’re finally growing, mother knows best darling.”

“Disgusting..” you quietly mutter. Appalled by the way your mothers curves fill out your clothing better than you ever have.

Johnny was off limits, didn’t she understand that? He wasn’t just the first love of your life. Johnny Suh had become the only reason you even woke up everyday.

The day your father had discovered your mother sleeping with the young man that used to mow the lawn and pretend to trim the hedges should have been a terrible memory. They screamed at each other, arguing all day about who should get the house out of the divorce. Shouting to the high heavens until your head throbbed and you decided to step outside.

That’s the day a young single successful man named Johnny Suh moved into the neighborhood with his son. A house that had been under construction for what felt like years finally completed. Moving trucks covered most of your view as you walked by. Too curious for your own good, you snuck between the trucks to find a spot that would still conceal you enough to find out who’s moving in.

That’s when you first see Jeno. Zipping through the three car garage on rollerblades with a wide smile taking over his face. He has to be about your age, and clearly athletic. Not once stumbling as he spins on the rows of wheels.

“Son, can you do that out on the sidewalk? You’re getting in the movers way.”

Jeno wasn’t just getting in the movers way. He was also in your way.

While your mother finally forcing Johnny to ask her out on a date threw a wrench into any of your hard manifestations, Jeno was a whole other issue.

Jeno isn’t just an issue, he’s a nightmare. Some may say it’s your fault— it’s not.

The entry in your diary skirts over the first time you meet. Jeno transferred to the local school district later on. His dad allowed him to finish junior high with his friends. While you passed each other many times while playing outside, interactions never surpassed more than eye contact.

That is until the first day of your Freshman year. Jeno sits behind you in homeroom, clearing his throat before tapping your shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you my neighbor?” He asks, voice just entering puberty and cracking mid-sentence.

“Uhm..Yeah, I think so?”

Jeno scoffs, placing his feet on the back of your seat, leaving footprints on your uniform skirt to find later when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom.

The thing about Jeno is— he’s perfect. Adapts easily, instantly worshipped by all. Every girl wants to date him, every guy wants to be his friend. Jeno is cool, he’s attractive, he always sports the latest in high-end apparel. Uniform accessorized with coats and jackets that cost more than your tuition. He’s amazing, funny, good at everything he tries from the first attempt.

Jeno’s used to everyone fawning over him, that is until you don’t.

“You think so?” His eyes roll to the side. Shoving strands of your loose hair off his desk. “You pass by my house everyday. Got a crush on me or something?”

“Ew. No.” You snap, inching away from the toes of his shoes digging into your spine.

“I think you do.” Jeno says in a rude manner. Pencil poking your shoulder blade from behind matching up the mean laced tone in each syllable. “You’re not exactly my type though. I like girls with confidence, who know how to put themselves together.”

Jeno leans over, nose scrunched up. Eyeing you up from your worn down sneakers to the loose thigh high socks unkempt with fuzzy wads of fabric from too many washings. He snorts softly, leaning back into his seat again with a smirk. Scribbling something quickly before crinkling it up and throwing it at your head.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” Jeno winks, nodding to the balled up piece of paper that lands in your lap. “You have mail.”

The note reads ‘Virgin? Check Yes or No.’

“What?” You mutter, shooting your neighbor a glare. Shredding the note up to be forgotten, returning to focus on your studies for the day.

“Knew it.” Jeno announces loud enough, inching over his desk for his lips to reach the shell of your ear. “Virgin written all over you. Who’d fuck you anyway?”

The unfortunate thing is, Jeno never let that moment go. Throughout high school he made sure to let everyone know that you are unfuckable. Good for nothing but finishing his assignments.

The reality is you tried to date, hooked up with various guys from your school. Even some of Jeno’s friends, but it was never enough for you to let any slide all the way home.

Boys your age could never compare to Mr. Suh. The thought of losing your virginity to anyone besides Johnny made you nauseous, no matter how delusional it was.

Between Jeno’s endless torment following you to college and your mother’s budding relationship with your childhood crush, the situation had begun to seem hopeless.

That is until your 18th Birthday.

“Johnny’s coming over for dinner later.” Your mom informs you while cooking up your favorite meal. The only way she’s spoiling you today.

“What??” Jumping up in your seat, you nearly choke on the water you’d been sipping on.

“I invited him, we’ve been seeing each other for 6 months now. Things are getting serious, it’s time you two properly meet. Johnny’s been suggesting it for weeks.” Your mom faces you, a wooden spoon waving your direction sternly. “I don’t want to hear no lip from you about it.”

As if you cared to argue over the news. Your only concern immediately shifted to what you could possibly scramble together from your closet for the evening. The sweats you’d lazed around the house in all day would no longer suffice with the Johnny Suh sitting across from you.

Neither would the grease that had collected on your T-zone. Leave it to your mother to spring this information on you with only two hours to prepare before the love of your life showed up.

Typical, as if she’d ever allow for you to upstage her. Even on your Birthday— very well could be any other day according to your mother.

A crop top that sat just at the top of your ribs and a high waisted pleated skirt would have to be enough. If she’d had the decency to inform you sooner, you could have begged for money. Made a trip to the mall for an appropriate outfit that would impress Johnny more than this.

“Are those my boots?” You mother’s brow quirks as you move around to set up the table. “What have I told you about borrowing my belongings??”

“None of my shoes look good with this..” you mumble under your breath. It’s not that nothing looked good, but every scuffed up pair of sneakers you tried out only seemed to amplify your immaturity. This was your entry into adulthood after all, in more ways than one.

“Go take those off righ—“ she starts with a furious gleam in her eye. Saved by the bell as the front door rings. Earning a squeal from your mom, jumping up to kick her ankles together before removing the apron she’d worn to cook. Smoothing the much too form fitted dress down her hips, making her way down the hall with hips swaying left to right to greet your special guest.

Mr. Suh’s warm greeting echoes off the walls, Italian leather footsteps following along with the click of your mother’s heels back to the dining room.

He’s wearing a tailored deep grey suit, white button up done up to his neck. Long and elegant where he stands at the entrance with hands in his pocket dawning a gentle smile. Hair coiffed, held away from his face to bring his cheekbones forward. Jawline sharp enough to cut through paper, enhancing his long sensuous eyes. The only man that could ever hold a candle to him, none other than Eros; the Greek god of carnal love.

“Fuck me.” You whisper with pursed lips. Subtly sucking at the drool trying to find an escape route down your chin.

“We finally meet!” Johnny exclaims, stepping forward with a hand held out. “You know what, I feel like I already know you!”

He throws himself toward you, knees bending slightly to gather you in a giant bear hug. Wind knocked out your chest more from the shock than the pressure. Enough to have you gasping where your lips land on his bicep, bulging under the material of the crisp Armani suit.

“Ah..yeah.” You stutter, looping an arm around his trim waist. He’s firm—years of exercising to maintain his build evident, dizzying scent, warmly hugging you with the majority of his torso covering your daintier frame. “It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Suh..”

“Don’t be silly, you can call me Johnny.” He beams down at you proudly. Stepping back to scan your features. Gaze dragging lower to your chest fast enough to nearly miss, not that you do.

Dinner goes smoothly enough. Your mother spending most of the time chatting about her week, how much her patients love her and complain whenever she’s off from work, how tired she is after 14 hour long shifts.

“Why won’t you let me treat you to a spa day?” Johnny pouts, gripping her shoulder with a digging palm to loosen the tension.

“You spoil me soo much, how can I possibly ever gift you anything that could compare?” She tuts, batting her eyelashes at him. Making your nose begin to scrunch in disgust, only fully crinkling after Johnny’s response.

“I think you and I both know what you can provide me is better than any gift honey.” He adds with a wink. Locking your lips to not let out a repulsed gagging sound. “Dinner was so delicious, why don’t you go find a movie? We will handle this mess.”

Johnny nods in your direction, pointing over the plates scattered with leftovers needing to be washed.

Did he really just offer for you to clean up this mess? On your Birthday??—

“Ah, you’re too good to me.” Your mom sets him with a giant wet smooch. Smirking at you over her shoulder as she heads to the living room upon Johnny’s instruction to take a ‘load off’ for her exhausting hard work. Sickening.

Before Johnny moves you scurry to stack the plates in front of you, coming to a halt as his large palms wrap over your wrist. Squeezing a sound of disapproval out and shaking his head.

“I’ll take care of them sweetie. Follow me over to the sink for a bit, yeah?”

It’s nerve wracking standing at his side, shadowed by his mass body in comparison to yours. Johnny removes the suit jacket, uncuffing the sleeves of his top to roll them up to his elbows. He takes time washing each plate, the veins up and down his arm flexing against his contracting forearm muscles. Passing you the clean plates to dry off and place in the cabinet above your head.

“I have something for you.” Johnny’s cheeks tint a light pink. He pats his arms dry, cleaning between the two rings on his index and middle finger. “It’s your Birthday, would just be rude of me to show up without a gift.”

“O-oh Mr. Suh, I really wasn’t expecting anyth—“

Johnny’s index finger presses to his lips releasing a light ‘shh’. He reaches inside of his pocket pulling out a long rectangular black velvet box. “I hope you’ll like it.”

The box opens up, unclasping softly displaying a thin brilliant diamond tennis necklace. “You don’t seem to be wearing any jewelry, that’s a shame. A beautiful girl like you deserves the best.”

The action leaves you speechless with your jaw on the floor. This had to have cost him a fortune, already shaking your head trying to function enough to tell him to return it.

Johnny moves around behind you while you try to process your thoughts and remember how to speak correctly.

“Can I?” He mumbles quietly. Nodding a yes to whatever he’s asking. He bundles your hair to one side, draping the thin diamond chain around your throat, eliciting a chill down your spine when the silver meets your skin. “I knew this would look gorgeous on you.”

You think it’s an elated sigh passing between his lips. Irises twinkling as he takes in the way the necklace reflects against your skin. Once again lowering his gaze, this time much more obvious.

“Happy Birthday pretty.”

That’s only how it begins.

Johnny becomes another member of your household after that day. He sleeps over some nights now, making little to no effort to hide his grunts between your mother’s high pitched pig like squeals while he fucks her into the matress night after night, even some mornings. Shamelessly standing around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of low fitted boxer briefs hours later sipping coffee. Fixing you with a large toothy smile and lingering eyes as you munch on breakfast.

It gets worse for you from there. The amount of times you find him shirtless in the living room drenched in sweat working out to kick boxing videos becomes predictable. Each day begins to melt into the next. Nearly passing out when you find him in the garage covered in greasy oil tuning up your mother’s car. He’s everywhere, filling your perverse thoughts with new ideas. Scenarios where you somehow fall, accidentally, landing face first between his glistening pecs.

When your wrist cramps in study hall one day you near breakdown. A diligent student through and through losing sleep to secret desires over your neighbor. Your mom’s boyfriend, jackhammering your clit off every night to the faded memory of his grunts of exertion. The dip in his waist as his hips swiveled with each punch. The trickle of sweat languidly rolling down the center of his broad back, landing in smoke at the top of his nut hugging spandex workout attire.

He’d be the death of you.

“Who taught you to cut fruit like that?” Johnny laughs, head shaking as he approaches closer. The large knife in your hold trembles. Fingers sticky with juices spilling from the apple you’ve sliced in half.

“You’ll hurt yourself that way.” His tongue clicks in disapproval. Moving to stand behind you, engulfing your smaller stature with his arms draped over yours. He takes control of the knife by placing his palm on top of yours. Fingers wrapped tightly, lowering his chin to your shoulder to whisper closely near your ear.

“You gotta do it like this. Hold the apple in place on the cutting board sweetie.” Johnny drawls, maintaining your attention on his side profile instead of anything he’s trying to show you. “Dice them up into 8 halves.”

Blinking upward, his eyes fall half-lidded catching your focused gaze. Bottom half digging forward into your lower back, prodding down the middle.

“Ah!” You hiss, ripping your hand from the apple. The tip of the knife knicks you, too caught up in the waft of your mother’s boyfriends cologne to care about your well-being.

“Ah, you poor thing,” Johnny takes a step back to spin you around to face him. Lifting your hand up with a light grip on your forearm. “Does it hurt badly?”

The words echo through your mind, recited slowly. Unlocking the memory as his smile grows at the end of his question. Head tilting to the side with a knowing look before pressing closer to you, making you gasp for air. He smirks, grabbing a paper towel from the rack behind you. Digging into your hip hard below his waist, taking his time to fold the paper towel before pressing it to the small cut on your finger.

“What am I going to do with you?” Johnny’s tongue drags along his upper teeth, poking from the corner of his mouth. “A clumsy little thing like you really needs someone to take care of them. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The only way to describe your response is completely dumbfounded. Gaping like a fish out of water to come up with a fast answer. You swallow, nodding, ducking your chin to hide the rise of embarrassment evidently displayed on your face.

Johnny coo’s, stretching fingers to stroke up your jaw. Tugging at your empty earlobe. “With the way things are going, I’ll have to do my best to watch after you. Daddy will have to make sure his little girl can handle the pain.”

That ended up being the most sleepless night of scavenging various websites for the perfect daddy dom videos. Waking up with nothing but guilt filled post-orgasmic clarity and cramped fingers.

It’s impossible to say Johnny was messing with you on purpose. Your own fantasy muddled mind could be playing tricks on you. Making innocent harmless actions a bigger deal than they should be.

That is until Jeno’s 19th Birthday.

“We have an announcement.” Johnny clears his throat. Patting his lips clean with the much too expensive reusable napkin the waiter had laid out on your laps once seated.

Jeno grumbles at your side, more than annoyed to be spending the evening at some 5 star Michelin steak house restaurant with his dad and his latest arm candy(your mother). $100 meal on his plate or not, his plans to get fucked up all night with his friends and the self-proclaimed sorority of ‘Jeno groupies’ had been abolished once his father told him to get dressed.

“An announcement?” You sit up sharply, mumbling quietly. Fidgeting beneath the table cloth as your eyes jump back and forth between Johnny’s hand linked with your mother’s. Not that..anything but that..

“You see kids,” Johnny begins, golden irises coated with spackles of orange glitter from the candlelight placed at the middle of the table. “We’ve been together for 11 months now. Everything has been going great, I’ve never been happier really.”

Your mother fans herself, blinking away the moisture gathering at the backs of her eyes. Johnny smiles with a reassuring squeeze on her fingers. “Because of this, we have decided it’s best to take the next step and live together.”

Jeno’s fork and knife clatter first followed by the sound of a shocked ‘WHAT?’ passing from your lips.

“Dad, are you fucking kidding me??”

“Language!” Johnny snaps quickly, fixing Jeno with a crazed gaze before smoothly returning to his happy-go-lucky calm state. “This weekend, you and your mother will be moving into my house.”

He nods in your direction. Jeno cursing under his breath a ‘fuck this’. Johnny continues to explain how much he wants to take care of the both of you. How tired your mom always is after work, stressed over the mortgage, your college tuition.

He wants to help, he wants you all to be a happy family. At least that’s what he says.

It could be worse, you ponder as you begin to unpack your things in your new bedroom. Twice the size of the one your grew up in with triple the closet space and your own bathroom.

Yes, it could be worse. He could have proposed. But he didn’t, and there was still hope that he wouldn’t..

Sure, Jeno’s bedroom just happens to be right across the hall from yours. Sure he already greeted you this morning with something that sounded like ‘hey ugly’.

Maybe he’s made your life a complete living hell since his Birthday.

What’s a bruised elbow after getting shoved into lockers on your way out of class anyway? It will heal fine.

If only Johnny hadn’t insisted for Jeno to drive you to school as well.

“Jeno, you can’t let pretty girls like this take public transport. Where are the manners I raised you to have, son?”

While that had your stomach doing back-flips, Jeno sang a much different tune.

“You know I’m not pulling into that parking lot with you in my car right?” He says without looking at you. Rapidly drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.

“But, your dad sai…”

“Fuck what that old man said.” Jeno scoffs. Jerking into an abrupt park. “He’s out of his mind. Get the hell out of my car.”

That’s how you end up with a sweaty nape during the last two weeks of September classes. Jeno would drive you far enough from his house for no neighbors to notice. Far too many who made an effort to hold conversations with his dad and rat him out somehow.

No, he’d drop you off 5 miles out; having to chase after the only bus that stopped nearby after. Panting and out of breath jammed between bodies of people rushing to work, the high school students half-asleep still, or the randoms on casual early outings. No one from your school would be caught dead on public transport, you didn’t have much of a choice though.

“I can’t take her home after school dad, I have football practice.” Jeno mutters. Poking the vegetables on his plate side to side.

“That is true..” Johnny sighs, rubbing his chin. “I suppose I can schedule my lunch later in the day? Your school’s not too far, should be enough time to get you back home safely.”

Johnny’s too nice, way too nice.

That’s all you can think sat in his car with your thighs tightly clamped together. Gripping on the door handle to stop yourself from oogling the flex in his forearms maneuvering the steering wheel as he drives you back home.

“You’re a smart girl. Your mom’s always talked about what a good student you are.” Johnny breaks the silence first with his gaze focused on the road ahead. “I wish Jeno cared about his academics more. Partying with his friends seems to be all that he wants to do anymore.”

“I needed a scholarship.” You whisper, playing with a loose thread on your uniform skirt. One you had to purchase from a former student at a discounted price. “Mom can’t cover the full tuition on her own. I’ll lose it if my grades slip.”

“That must put a lot of stress on your shoulders..” Johnny nods. Pulling into the driveway. He sets the gear into park turning to face you. “Don’t worry about that anymore. I’m taking care of you now.”

“Wha—“

“You and your mom.” Johnny smiles calmly. Reaching over and laying his palm on your upper knee. Thumb rubbing caressing soft circles. “You’re so young, you should be able to have fun too.”

“But, Mr. Suh I—“

“Johnny.” He interrupts, squeezing your thigh just above your knee. “I can tell you’re a really a good girl..”

He pauses, taking time to look you over. Fingertips grazing upward just beneath the hem of your skirt. Gripping the tender flesh at your inner thigh. “..you need to destress. Have fun like other teens your age do. School comes first, but let me handle the grown up things. You just keep your grades up in return, deal?”

He stays true to his word. Johnny makes no qualms about paying for any of your expenses. Even offering to open up a credit card for you to use— in case of emergency of course, and by emergency he implies ‘anything your heart desires’.

You know he means it when he asks you to go to the mall one day after school. Needing to acquire a gift for the anniversary with your mother coming up soon, he thinks you can help him find something she’d really love. You are her daughter after all..

“Which one do you think your mom would like best?” He’s looking through a case of earrings, thank fucking hell. Hesitating slightly enough to cause an uproar of panic in your chest when you pass by the rings. “..does she like pink?”

“Pink?” You’re ripped from your rushing thoughts, nibbling at your thumb nail while lost in your admiration. Johnny looked quite striking today despite his laid back appearance. He’s simple for once, in a hoodie and baggy jeans, raising his arms up in a long stretch that gives you peaks of the planes of his abdomen, the brand name on his boxer briefs. “Yeah yeah..pink..sounds good.”

“Shopping for an anniversary gift it seems?” The jeweler behind the counter eavesdrops, smug as he taps on the glass. “How many years are you two celebrating?”

Johnny stands up straight, speaking up before you can muster up something to say. Slinging an arm around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest. “Two years, can you believe it?”

“What an attractive couple!” The salesman covers his mouth with an obnoxious gasp. “Do I hear wedding bells?”

Johnny squeezes you deeper into his side, looking down at you with a wide smile. “If I’m lucky.”

Another loud gasp. “Look at that necklace! Oh I have the perfect pair of earrings to go with that lovely piece.”

“Oh no no it’s oka—“ you start, also gasping as Johnny plants a kiss to the top of your head, just barely missing your forehead. Too confused by the conversation at hand and your overwhelmed emotions shouting because Johnny’s holding you.

“Anything for my princess. Let’s see them!”

Johnny insists you try on the pair of $7000 diamonds. Tugging softly on your earlobe, mumbling something about how bare they are. “Try them on, let me just see how they look sweetie.”

“I..” his lower lip pops out in pout. Widening his eyes and blinking cutely. “Okay..”

Biting down a whimper from his random adorable response, you move to the mirror. Sighing with shaky hands to push the needle in your ear. Fearing you’ll drop one of the precious gems like an idiot. Positive you’ve never held— let alone touched anything this expensive.

“I really like how those look on you.” Johnny sucks on his upper lip, biting the meat between his teeth. Flitting over the soft column of your neck with intrigue. “He was right. They go perfectly with the necklace.”

“They’re..they cost more than my tuition..” you say, met with a confident smirk over your shoulder. Catching Johnny’s gaze in the mirror placed before you.

“What have I told you about the price of things?” His palm rests on your upper back, slowly inching down ending right above the curve of your ass.

With a hushed sound of surprise you lightly nod. “The price of things don't matter.. I’m more important than the price of anything?”

“Exactly sweetie.” Fingers creep just a bit lower, digging into the perky mound just beneath. “Daddy loves to see you happy. No matter what the cost.”

He sends you out of the store to pick up some of your mother’s favorite candies. Never allowing you to read the receipts or hear the price total. Johnny has a good job you suppose, he works from home, and seems to have a flexible schedule. He’s smart, cunning, quick on his feet. Well studied to know how the human brain functions. The more you come to learn about him, the harder it becomes to deny your deepest desires.

Finishing your assignments faster means more time to dedicate to your favorite website. Tumblr has become your hidden sanctuary to escape and deep dive into your fantasies. Ranting everyday about your mother’s boyfriend, your older neighbor, Mr. S who makes your heart throb from every pulse.

Venturing into x rated sites helped, it was only a matter of time before daddy dom and teenage virgin searches turned into sexy step dad using his step daughter. Even if the thought of Johnny marrying your mother brought you to tears, the idea of a step-father had you curious enough to find yourself watching nonetheless.

‘Today Mr. S bought me earrings. He touched me and complimented my beauty again. Sometimes I really wish he’d do more. Sneak into my room at night and fuck me awake. Make me scream into my pillow while reminding me that I’m not just any pretty girl, but I’m his pretty girl..

Oh and I really want him to fuck me full of cum until it’s shooting out of my nose.’

You type the last bit at rapid speed when your mom’s voice shouts for you to come eat dinner. Biting down on your lip and adding the tag- ‘Mister S’ little slut’.

She calls again, screaming louder until her throat cracks. Running from your bedroom at another shout of your name, you shove your laptop down, missing the sound of it clicking shut. Jogging to the bathroom to splash water on your heated skin before earning curious questions over dinner.

“I’ll get her honey.” Johnny smiles sweetly, waving for her to take a seat before running up the stairs. He knocks on your door, nose poking in with a glance around. Pushing the door left slightly ajar open the rest of the way, he steps in, peeping a look into the bathroom. “Hmm.”

Shrugging he turns to leave, foot paused as he catches your lit up screen. Laptop halfway shut and unfortunately at full brightness. The moving image of nude bodies throttling together sparks his interest the most. Reaching over to quietly close your door before opening up the device.

The pornographic images have him shocked at first, but reading the texts posts between has Johnny’s jaw on the floor in seconds.

‘Mr. S?’ He repeats the nickname in his head, pulling out his phone to get a photo of the URL. Placing your laptop back in place, completely shut this time before making a silent exit. Everything left untouched to never indicate anyone else’s presence.

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Dinner goes as usual, your mother oversharing stories from her day at work. Whining about how much her feet hurt. Johnny letting her know he’d rub them before bed once he wraps up a few things in his office. Jeno sits at your side with headphones on, tapping his phone screen as he plays some mobile game between bites. Mumbling curses here and there to himself.

“Any dessert my love?” Your mother asks Johnny, failing to acknowledge your existence.

“Oh honey I wish!” He pats his stomach dramatically. “Think I will burst if I eat more. Maybe a cup of tea to get me through these next two hours?”

“Of course, anything for you.” She winks, crumbles of dry mascara fall to her cheekbones. Picking up only hers and Johnny’s dirty plates to clean.

“Come to my office after you wash up.” Johnny turns to you out of nowhere, having not once looked at you throughout dinner. His lips fall into a flat line, fixing a quick glance toward Jeno. Mobile gaming sounds blare past his headphones. Johnny clears his throat returning to look at you, speaking to you in a serious tone. “We have to talk. Don’t mention it to your mother.”

He moves to the kitchen shortly after. Leaving you sat there lost with your mouth hung open. Jeno flicks your chin pulling out a headphone.

“Isn’t it enough you gawk at me all day at school?” He sneers. “Now you get to drool over me in the privacy of my own house.”

“I don’t like you like that.” You glare in return, reaching to grab his mostly empty plate. Jeno had instilled fear in you for years by now, you cleaned up after him without question.

He stops your movement, grabbing onto your upper arm, licking across his bottom lip. “But you do like me.”

It’s not a question. He’s expectant, waiting for a response. Receiving nothing but an eye roll before you head into the kitchen. Johnny already retreated to his home office as your mom rests on the couch with her feet up catching up on some new drama she’s hooked to.

Timidly you walk down the hallway to Johnny’s office. It’s built for him to work peacefully. Two large wooden doors always shut when you walk by in the afternoon. No voices or sounds emitting past the walls despite the hours he spends on video with patients crying over their parents never showing them proper love.

Raising your fist to knock multiple times, you pace back and forth for a few minutes wondering what he could want. His behavior over dinner had been..different. He didn’t even ask you about the assignments you completed today like he normally did.

Taking a deep breath you reassure yourself it’s probably nothing. You hope it’s nothing. Knocking as softly as you can.

“Yes, come in.” Johnny calls out, just barely reaching your ears. Hand already on the doorknob prepared to barge in and find out what you’ve done to upset him whether he answered or not. He nods as you enter, waving in the direction to the door behind you. “Lock it please.”

Fidgeting you make to turn the door handle quickly. Directed to sit in one of the leather seats in front of Johnny’s work desk. He’s wearing his glasses, appearing older than his years whenever he does. Reminding you that he is not actually some college senior you’re lusting after— but a much older man who could very well be your father.

“Have I done something wrong?” You question meekly. Shoulders slumped mentally preparing yourself for trouble.

Johnny’s gaze is cold when he meets yours. Even behind the lenses, his eyes carry none of his usual softness.

“Can you explain this to me?” Johnny leans over, turning the large computer screen on his desk to face you. Met with a brightened display of your tumblr blog. Moving photos of lewd sex acts jump off the screen at you bulging your eyes out of the sockets. Scooting out from the leather chair with a jump you almost land on your ass. Hanging off the seats ledge in fear.

“Oh my God! Wha—I….” You start to blabber in panic. Body overcome with a whirl of tremors rocking up and down your limbs. “Ho-how! I..I-I..I can explain!”

Johnny’s lips purse together in thought, shoulders lifting and falling with a lame shrug. Sitting back further in his seat he nods motioning for you to continue.

“Explain.”

“I—I…I—“ it’s a lie of course. You can’t explain it at all. The thought of Johnny discovering your darkest secrets never once crossed your mind. Academically smart makes no difference when your brain is useless for anything else. The tears spew out past your control, falling down to your knees shouting out pleads. Mixed somewhere between groveling whimpers and snot filled sniffles.

This was it, this was the end.

Johnny’s smiling to himself, letting out a long loud drawn out sigh ensuring you still hear it over your incessant humiliated tears. He stands up, circling around his desk. Leg crossing on top of the other, arms crossed on his chest letting you wail like you did the first time he found you. Ankle trapped in your bike chain, tear stricken with fear that you’d twisted it. He never forgot, pretending to never notice the way you’d circle by on your bikes that changed over the years.

Innocently naive, sweet, ready to be trained.

He lets your tormented sounds wash over him. Rolling his eyes shut, enjoying it more than he should. Knew you’d be a cryer, sensed your submission from early on. A smart girl ready to absorb and learn. Exactly what he needs.

“There there now.” Johnny coo’s, lifting you to face him with palms cupped under your chin. Staring up with blurred giant watery eyes. Feeling himself twitch against his inner thigh at the devastating vision of you distraught in tears. “I understand sweetie.”

“Y-you d-do?”

“Of course.” His tongue clicks, biting at his lower lip to contain a smile. “You’re just so pure..”

Bending down, Johnny grabs you around the waist to set you on weak ankles. Keeping you held up in place with an arm belted around your waist. He reaches for a tissue from behind on his desk. Pouting cutely as he begins to wipe your cheeks.

“Inexperienced perhaps?” He lets his question drag, waiting for your admission. With droopy eyes you focus on the slight rise and fall of his chest, feebly nodding. “Have you ever?”

All you can do is shake your head ‘no’. Too embarrassed to speak, tongue swollen from your cries. Johnny’s pleased you’re too shy to even look at him right now, unable to hold back his grin this time. He knew it, virgin written all over you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a good thing.” He says calmly.

“I-it is?” You glance up, receiving a warm smile. Johnny takes the time to sit you back down. He squats before you gathering your hands together in his.

“Of course, a good thing for a good girl like you..” he trails off, releasing a sound of dismay. “..but this online public journal of yours, it’s concerning. I have to tell your mother about this.”

“No! Johnny please!” Shooting up ramrod straight you clasp around his fingers. Vocals coming out as soft and sugary sweet as you can muster. “You can’t tell her! I’ll do anything!”

Johnny has to blink repeatedly to contain his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. It was almost too easy, you played right into his hands better than he could have ever planned for.

“I have an idea sweetie.” He sighs, lifting your fingers to look over your bitten down nails. “I’ve observed you for months now(years). You’re stressed, you don’t enjoy the things other teens your age do. All you do is lock yourself up in your room and study, suppressing your hormones. I’ve helped similar cases before in different ways..”

Johnny moves to stand up, he cups your cheeks sweeping away the droplets of new tears that still slip out. Gently smiling as he goes on. “I seem to be the root of your problems here. I want to help.”

“Do-do…do y-you think I need therapy?” You wonder, doing your best to control your throat from cracking. He sucks in air, head tilting to the side in thought.

“..Something like that angel. I think some one on one time could really help you.” He steps back releasing your face. Burning in the aftermath of his touch, Johnny taps the computer screen to remind you of your current dilemma. “You want to do these things you post about, am I correct?”

“Y-yes..but..” you start, chewing at the insides of your cheeks nervously. “..but I try to with..boys my age..”

“You want to try these things with me?”

It’s impossible to not choke on your saliva. The room spinning around you as if you’ve been dragged into a dream, or a nightmare. Swiftly nodding your head up and down, signifying ‘YES!’

Johnny leans over, grabbing the computer’s mouse to scroll the first page of your tumblr account. He stops on a gif of a woman’s face covered in spit. Mouth agape nodding with large eyes as a cock smacks her across the cheek. Forcing its way inside until it bulges through her throat.

“We can do that.” Johnny shocks you, flitting his lazed gaze back to yours. Reaching for his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper tickles your eardrums before you register the man in front of you getting down to his boxer briefs. “You think you’re ready?”

It feels out of body, chin moving up and down nodding much like the woman in the gif had. Eagerly, anticipating to finally see, smell, feel everything you’ve ever dreamt of.

“Open up wide for me.” He instructs stepping forward. “I’m a bit large, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Have to prep your throat to take me.”

Johnny examines your tongue when you pop open your lips forming a perfect ‘O’. His index finger presses down on the center eliciting a strained moan from the back of your throat. He hums, rubbing back until you’re choking for air, trying to flick your tonsils. “Have you ever done anything before? Nod for yes.”

With your nod Johnny grabs onto his length, crushing the tip of his wet cock against the fabric of his briefs. It stains with precum, pushing a load of wetness obscenely out of your entrance. Underwear drenched without any indication he’ll even touch you there. Johnny presses his middle finger alongside the other. Squirming your thighs together like matches starting a fire. “Not too innocent then, are you?”

You’re more excited than you should be, wrapping your lips around his fingers in attempt to suck around them. Coughing and gagging when the tips of his nails graze the back of your throat. He tsks, head shaking with disapproval.

“Slow princess, practice makes perfect.” He slides free from your mouth. Drawing spit down your chin along the way.

Your eyes dart to the stain on his briefs. “I w-want more..”

“Ready to take daddy’s cock?” Johnny says it so nonchalantly. This time the nickname ignites a coiling rush through your gut. Surging forward to grab onto his thighs, your tongue falls out past your lips. Licking the wet patch on his boxers.

“Take it out baby.” Upon his order you reach inside timidly. Trembling fingers snake around his length, unable to fully wrap around him. The fear sets in, maybe you aren’t ready. Johnny can tell, massaging fingers through your scalp reassuringly. “Too big? Just try angel. You can do it.”

It’s enough to get your jaw aching at first, swallowing him down more than halfway. Pushing yourself more than you have before to impress him. You’ve had some practice and studied enough porn by now to know taking his full length will make him feel good.

In spite of gagging nastily around him, you hallow your cheeks lowering further down. Johnny’s responsive, gripping your hair, holding your head still. His hips buck forward groaning once his cock can’t sink any deeper inside.

“Fuck, you see how you’re such a good girl? Taking me like nothing princess.” Johnny does his best to praise you, but he’s less willing to hold back now. Even as your hands push on his upper thigh, he bucks forward letting out raspy groans. “Come on, relax for me. You’re doing so, so damn good. I’m not gonna last long.”

Spits flows out as you cough, guzzling around his length, having to make an effort to breathe through your nose.

He’s true to his word, repeating between hisses for you to ‘take it’. Retching around him as he speeds up. Eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll up into his skull. “Fuck yeah. That’s how daddy likes it.”

Johnny stills, making your neck bend back from his heavy weight pushing down. Painting your throat with hot strips of cum. It feels like enough to drip out of every one of your orifices, that is what you wished for..

“Come here..” he helps you stand up, cleaning your face off with fresh tissues. Kissing your bruised lips airy light. “That was incredible.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, wanting to whimper and plead for him to touch you. Picking up on your silent request, he notes the time pessimistically. “It’s getting late.”

Frowning, he leads you to the door, pausing with a more serious expression.

“Oh, and..” Johnny cups you around the waist. Large fingers almost meet as he enjoys the feeling of your smaller frame delicately encased in his hold. Having to shut his eyes to ward off the rageful thoughts to throw you down on his desk and take what belongs to him. “I believe it goes without saying, but do not tell your mother about this. In fact, I need you to remove that blog, you cannot discuss what we do with anyone.”

“I won’t say anything..” you quietly mumble. Throat aching and requesting water. Johnny smiles, leaning his neck lower to kiss the arch of your brow.

“Good girl. You did great, get some rest.”

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You should feel guilty the next day. You should feel something besides a sore throat and swollen lips, but not even Jeno’s snarky commentary can ruin your elation today.

“Since when do you wear earrings?” He pulls at the jewelry gleaming on your earlobe. Squinting and scoffing. “Those are a little too nice for you, daddy buy you those?”

“You can drop me off right here.” You are already unlocking the passenger door. Annoying Jeno further as he has to press down on the brakes immediately. Freeing yourself from the confines of his car before he can pester you any longer. It’s not as if you don’t have to deal with him at school already.

“Hey!” Jeno shouts out of the window, running toward the opposite direction where you know he won’t be able to follow you. Even if it meant risking your perfect attendance by being tardy. You would not allow him to ruin your day, not yet.

Despite doing the most to avoid him, Jeno waits for you to show up. Sat on the hood of his car scrolling idly through his phone. He even texted you asking how much longer you’d be, noting that there’s no way you would make it on time.

“Hey, what’s the deal?” Jeno jogs to meet you entering the school grounds. Shoving into your side with his crossbody bag. “Try to make me crash this morning? You think that shit’s funny?”

“Leave me alone!” You shout, a few heads turning to face the two of you entering the hallway to get to your first lecture of the day with one minute left to spare.

Jeno, of course, does not leave you alone. He doesn’t even share this class with you. That doesn’t stop him from sitting right next to you. He’s glaring now, catching a glimpse of the necklace hidden beneath the collar of your uniform. A small bit of skin exposed when you begin to pull out your notes and textbook.

“He got you that too didn’t he?” Jeno grits.

“God, what’s it to you? Can’t stand that your dad is actually a nice person unlike you??” You whisper. Keeping your focus ahead as your teacher rolls on with today’s lesson. College professors could care less about attendance, you’d be caught easily enough if you’re strolling into class late everyday.

“You think he’s a good person?” Jeno smirks, nodding. “He’s a great actor, I’ll give him that. Puts all those years spent studying the human brain to good use. My dad knows how to manipulate better than anyone.”

“He’s not manipulative Jeno. He’s a nice guy.”

He huffs out of his nose at that, leaning back comfortably into his seat. “Why? Because he took you and your mother in? Picking up strays off the street to adore him after some pointless acts of generosity. Don’t you find that suspicious at all? Why would he choose your mom out of everyone?”

“I don’t know!” You hiss, striking him down with a fierce glare. “I need to pay attention, leave!”

Jeno hates being ignored. He hates whenever anyone else can garner more attention than him. He’d never admit it but he’s always felt the need to compete with his father.

If his father worked out everyday, so would Jeno. If his father could fuck through every woman in town, so could Jeno.

Learning his father has been impressing you with his typical tactics sets off a ticking time bomb. Jeno stands up, shoving your belongings off your desk on his way to the exit.

He’s upset, sure, when isn’t he. It’s not as if you care about what Jeno thinks at all. Why should you when he’s been dead set to pick on you since the day you first met.

Johnny Suh’s the portrait of an examplimentary dad.

At least that is the image he works hard to uphold. If you were to ask his only child, Jeno, he would have much to dispute otherwise.

Jeno enjoys the life Johnny provides him through endless hours of work. His father having graduated valedictorian from university prior to landing a high paying job evaluating the psyche of stuck-up rich teenagers. Johnny had become more than professional at manipulating sniveling brats who spent their days missing school to burn through their parents black American express cards.

All the while neglecting his own son who had utilized his free time to take his frustrations and grief out on anyone who so much as accidentally looked at him the wrong way. Jeno’s main entertainment had also become a game of manipulation. His striking good looks paired with and unrelenting rage to curb his hunger with others' misery made for a deathly combination.

It just so happened that you often painted the picture of a perfect victim. Conveniently missing the way Jeno’s foot extended out, tripping over it leaving a scuff behind on his newly imported leather Gucci boots. Jeno wasted no time to berate you as you scrambled to gather your spilled belongings. Kicking your textbooks aside as he yelled the question- “and how exactly to you plan to pay me back for fucking up my shoes?!”

Your unassertive meek demeanor only stirred his contempt. Jeno squats down to taunt you at an even closer distance. Minty breath passes between his perfectly aligned white teeth. Everything about Jeno screamed money. Having never once suffered the embarrassment of not being able to afford school lunch for the week, unlike you.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Jeno would scoff. Reaching up to flick the shell of your ear, already burning with embarrassment as on-lookers stood around. Most laughing and joining in on Jeno’s antics. Some silently cringing, never to speak up against anything the most popular guy in school who managed to toy with the student body like a bunch of puppets on strings. It wasn’t kill or be killed. It was stay silent, move like you’re invisible, or suffer the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath. Jeno sneered at that. Snatching your binder full of homework for the week. Your weekends were never spent out partying with other reckless freshly turned adults. A fat chance you’d ever be invited to one of Jeno’s summer ragers.

“Look at this.” Jeno smirks, licking his index finger, swiping through the pages neatly organized in your binder. “Already caught up on all of your assignments.”

His head lifts, strong chin catching the light hardening his features even more. Glaring down at you beneath hooded eyes where you shrivel up weakly on your knees. “That’s great, you’ll need the extra time to make sure you can complete all of mine.”

It’s unfortunate how clear that memory is now as you work on Jeno’s Biology assignment. Papers slewed across the large dining room table. Leaving you wondering why they even needed a table this large with only the two living in such an oversized house for so long now.

The led in your pencil snaps under pressure, swallowing down a deep breath when Johnny’s palms splay out flat around your body. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates along your back. A “humm” sounding above your head where he leans over pretending to read over everything you’re writing.

“Such a smart girl.” Johnny presses in closer. His upper lip brushes against your earlobe like a faded breath of air. He’s close, too close, suffocating you. Enough for the mechanical pencil in your hold to shake between your trembling fingers. “You’re always working so hard, aren’t you?”

All you can manage is to lick your suddenly dry lips and swallow vocally. Johnny’s nose drags up past the shell of your ear. Elevating his weight off your smaller frame enough for you to suck down a deep breath. Collecting your hair, Johnny smooths it behind your ear. Stroking against the area Jeno had flicked once before, making the shiver intensify as it rolls down your spine.

“You’re still so nervous, so shy around me.” Johnny coos. The tip of his nose runs down from where your hair parts to the column of your throat. Plump lips etch your skin with his words. “After showing me what a depraved little whore you only dream of being for me? You have the audacity to still act so sweet and innocent?”

A smile grows on Johnny’s lips when you let out a whiny gasp. His index finger and thumb lightly pinching your earlobe. Catching the dining room chandeliers reflection against the diamond earrings he’d bought you. “Do you see how I was right? They’re so pretty on you sweetie.”

You nod, barely. Body locking up tight under his scrutinizing eyes. Johnny seems unsatisfied with your silence. Nipping the shell of your ear hard, his mouth presses closer, hotly.

“You still have yet to show me why you deserved them.” Johnny rasps. His whispered tone more maniacal than the usual concerned speech he uses on you.

“I..” you start. Johnny aiming you with a discontent look through your peripheral. “Jeno..” you blink fast to the side, noting the time. “Jeno..he’ll be home soon.”

Johnny straightens up, relieving your spine of his heavier body. Even your lungs expand, able to breathe without panic any longer. He smooths back locks of light brown strands that had fallen around his face.

“Exactly.” Johnny’s expressionless. Unzipping his slacks with an intense gaze fixated on your mouth, still swollen after last night's late excursion.

He grabs your chin with a rough pinch, jerking you to concentrate on his movements releasing the button keeping him contained. Vocals gruff as he steps closer until you’re face to face with his groin.

“Daddy taught you how to be quick for a reason.”

“Yes daddy.” Wasting no more precious time you shove down his briefs. Burying your nose right under the lining of his heavy sack with a deep inhale.

“My good girls nasty too, isn’t she?” He yanks your head up, eyeing over your heated appearance. Mouth hung open allowing him to prod and poke against your lips and tongue. “Just like that. This is how I always wanna see you now angel. Holes ready to be used up for me.”

He buries inside before you can say anything, not that you were going to. Stilling when your nose smashes against his pelvis. Flustered from the second you cough around him harshly, tears spill down your cheeks like hot steam.

All you can do is squirm in your seat, Johnny taking full control again with a mean grip on your hair. Your scalp hurts right away, pummeled into aggressively. Johnny groaning between your breathless whines.

Wet filthy sounds become garbled in a slew of spit and choked out gasps. Drool pools out, smacked across your cheek with Johnny’s wet swollen member. “You’re too good at this, just want more of daddy’s cum don’t you?”

Gulping, lips too thick to even shut your mouth, you nod up to him. Trying to sniffle more of your tears away. “Please, daddy, please.”

Johnny curses, fisting you by your hair back on his cock. Mumbling something your clogged up ears can hardly understand.

“Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl.”

He rocks with vigor, chasing the last bit of pleasure nearly reaching his high. Jaw aching after having only taken his girth less than half a day ago.

The door slams shut noisily signifying a new presence. Judging by the way it shuts aggressively followed by loud footsteps trudging their way to the kitchen you can tell it’s Jeno.

“God damnit.” Johnny mutters a string of curses under his breath. Yanking free from your mouth with tendrils of saliva stuck to the tip of his length. Dripping down your neck onto the shiny diamond necklace.

Tucking himself in, his chin jerks toward you. “Hurry, go to your room before he sees you.”

Scurrying to gather your belongings is the least of your concern when you see the huge spot of drool on Jeno’s assignment. Mentally hoping that dries up before you hand it over to him.

It goes on like that for the next few weeks. To the point that Johnny begins to ignore you, at least that's how you start to feel. Morning kisses, afternoon makeouts in various closets, late night sneaky pecks. They happen less and less, why the fuck can’t your mom just stay in place?!

If it’s not her, it’s Jeno showing up at the worst time!

Johnny finds you in the garage after you decide to burn off steam with a run on the treadmill. Once again familiar with an ache in your wrist, positive your balls would be blue if you had any.

He’s about to head out to run some errands for your mother, pausing when he spots you chugging down water. If he remembers correctly, Jeno should be in his room right now.

“Get in the car right now.” He says, pulling you by the wrist toward the backseat of his range rover.

“But I’m all sweaty!”

“Even better.” Unlocking the door, he pushes you in first, climbing in after you.

“Wait! Where are we going!!”

“Shh” Johnny flattens you on the backseat, lower half shoving down against yours. He laps the trickles of sweat on your chest and neck. Tongue picking up all of the sweat that keeps rolling out. The cars stuffy from hours of sitting in the garage with no filtration.

Johnny maneuvers around behind you, acting fast to free his cock. He lodges right between your thighs from behind. Face dropping to the crook of your neck biting soft enough to not leave a mark, that would only raise questions from your mom.

He starts panting, thrusting hard against your clothed ass. Large palm splayed on your soaked hip. “Need to fuck you so bad sweetie, going crazy.”

He sounds near tears, puffing breaths on your burning skin. Grabbing onto the side of the passenger seat with one arm, you whimper pushing back to meet his gaining thrusts.

It’s too good to be true, yet again. Already planning to sleep with your soiled bottoms under your pillow tonight while you get off to the memory of Johnny’s climax dripping down your thighs. It all comes to a halt when the garage opens up noisily. Clattering sounds following. The two of you stuck in a petrified position breathing shallowly.

It’s not your mom, at least. Evident by Jeno’s disrespectful curse words flying left and right. Going off about some stupid skateboard he’s trying to find.

“God, fuck this!” Johnny smacks the passenger seat in front of you. Cock hard, throbbing between your soaked spandex shorts. Jeno doesn’t even close the garage behind, stepping in and out to find various tools for his skateboard.

“Why is he always moving my shit!” You can hear him shouting to himself just outside of the vehicle. Wrenching his way through the cubbies of appliances and tools organized against one of the garage walls.

Johnny apologizes into your shoulder, plotting how each of you will get out at separate times just in case Jeno happens to walk in again.

He lets you escape first, gingerly opening the door to avoid making any sound. It seems helpless as you shower off your dried sweat. The situation you’ve ended up with leaves you with little opportunities to find yourselves alone. Maybe it’s your destiny to be a virgin forever, that’s what Jeno always said..

A new text message notification pops on your lockscreen upon shutting your bedroom door.

Johnny- ‘This isn’t going to work.’

You- ‘What do you mean?’

Johnny- ‘This weekend, tell your mother you’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house. Come up with a good reason.’

You- ‘A friend’s house? Why?’

Johnny- ‘Do as I say, okay sweetie? Daddy will handle the rest.’

He keeps it short, ordering you to delete this conversation from your phone. Sure, it knocks on your guilty conscience. You know it’s wrong, but how wrong can it really be when it feels this good..

“I have to make a business trip this weekend, honey.” Johnny mentions over dinner that night. Stilling the fork in your hand poking at your salad. This weekend when you’d be spending the night at a friend’s house ‘working on a project’..at least that’s what you told your mom earlier..

“This weekend my love?” She pouts. “I can’t come with you, I work Sunday through the night.”

“Ah, that’s okay darling.” Johnny smiles gently, patting her on the arm. “It’s a boring conference anyway. Just updated studies on bipolar depression and schizophrenia. I’ll be exhausted after hours of power points and people interrupting with their own experiences.”

“You work too hard babe.” She says, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Johnny steals a quick glance your way while your mother’s distracted planting him with a peck.

“That I do.”

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The weekend can’t come soon enough. Johnny doesn’t give you much detail other than where to wait for him promptly at 11am sharp.

Even after you get inside the range rover Johnny spares you no more than a warm greeting. Cranking up the music playing as he enters the freeway. Still clueless to where he’s taking you.

He enters the city further out miles away from the streets you grew up on. Entering the downtown area where lines up fancy shops and restaurants grace the buildings. Johnny drives up to a skyscraper sized hotel, immediately bellhops and valets attend to you. Snatching your overnight bag and purse, they greet him boisterously.

“Mr. Suh! Long time no see!” He tosses his keys, jeering with them. Sneaking tips into the palms of their hands upon exchanging words.

“Things have changed a lot this year.” He mentions, sounding more sleazy than you’ve ever noticed.

“Your usual suite sir.” Another attendee approaches, passing a keycard. Johnny doesn’t even have to stand in line to formally check-in. How often must he stay at this hotel..

“Indeed. Please ensure my belongings are prioritized.” Waving off the staff, Johnny’s arm drapes around the back of your waist. Hand lifted to direct you inside this lavish hotel. Everyone lounging inside at the various seating areas dripped head to toe in designer. A warning would have been great, you think, pigeon toed to hide your shoes as Johnny leads you to the elevators.

“A hotel?” You pipe up, still under his control walking into the lift. He loosens up once you’re alone, pulling you into his chest with both arms circling your waist.

“Now I get you all to myself.” Johnny lets out a long sigh falling into a soft smile. “Surprise.”

“We’re staying here?”

“Yes sweetie, just the two of us.” Chewing on his upper lip he stays latched onto you. The suite, Johnny’s usual suite, is right ahead. One of the three on the floor you exit at. “Are you happy?”

Unlocking the door, you’re rendered speechless. The suite’s enormous, fully equipped with a kitchen, living room, and jacuzzi. It’s more of a bachelor pad than Johnny’s house could ever be.

“You come here a lot?” You ask taking everything in. Hugged from behind with his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I used to. Haven’t had any reason for months now..”

Johnny’s not one to explain himself much, and you don’t ask too many questions. Just how he likes it.

The bedroom is immaculate, smells expensive even. Crisp linen freshly washed, not that it would matter by the end of your stay.

“One bed..” you can’t figure out how you didn’t realize it sooner. Johnny planned this to have you all to himself. No more interruptions from Jeno or your mother.

He pets the back of your head, noticing the way your breath quickens. Stroking up and down your side with tender squeezes on your waist. “For us, baby.”

It’s better than any of the day dreams you’ve distracted yourself with while bored in class. Johnny helps you lay down. He sucks in his upper lip with a smirk, tracing from the necklace down over your shirt to your navel. Dipping in, he moves onto the bed caging you between his legs. Knees dipping around your hips sinking the mattress deeper beneath you.

“You trust me. Don’t you, pretty?” It’s too much to process. Johnny’s massive figure above you, his palms splayed flat by your head encompassing you under his frame completely.

After every wish on a star, every candle blown out on your birthdays, every fallen eyelash blown away. Your wish was going to come true.

Johnny was going to take your virginity.

“Yes..”

“Yes what now, baby?” Cocking a brow, Johnny’s hips find yours. Still carrying his weight, just enough for you to feel where he’s grown thick and hard.

“Yes..daddy..”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” Johnny says it slowly meeting your lost gaze.

“D-daddy…please fuck me?” Maybe the saccharine tone you ask in sets him off. Johnny’s tearing your clothing off in seconds. He feels brainless looking over the curves and dips on your body, having to knead and grope at every crevice. Even growling deep in his throat.

“You’ve never done this before, right angel?” He knows the answer, but hearing it again is almost good enough to have him cumming in his pants.

“Never daddy..” you shyly admit again. Johnny seems satisfied with that.

He’s pushing your thighs open, upper lip sucked in instinctively. Amazed by how wet you are, enough to pool beneath your ass already. Too irresistible to bother wasting time to stretch you out first. Johnny pushes on the backs of your thighs until your lungs feel compressed, making it harder to breathe already. He moves down onto his stomach to get a look up close. Spreading your fleshy folds apart with two fingers. His cock sinks into the bed too excited, the tip of his tongue dipping in for just a sliver of taste.

“Fuck.. you’re sinful.” He whispers, shivering from your cunt down to your fingertips. “Gonna fuck you pretty baby.”

Johnny sits back up on his haunches, expertly working on removing his garments. He’s long, strong, muscles etched better than any Greek God. Eros could only wish to be so flawless.

He lines up to your waiting entrance, chest pushed out reminding you of all the days you spent sitting across the street from Johnny’s house watching him exercise. He tickles up to the backs of your knees, pushing you down into a folded position. Cockhead piercing past the tight furl, too tight just barely inside. Fearing he won’t even be able to last more than a few minutes.

“Fuck..” His dicks twitching, focused on your hole convulsing around just the tip. Barely able to fit even with how ridiculously wet you are. Johnny has to pace himself, for your sake and his. Letting one of your legs flop down to rub your clit, slowly entering inch by inch. Turned into a moaning mess beneath him, spewing out delicate little embarrassed moans.

“Sound so pretty for me don’t you?“ Johnny says, enjoying the show of your cunt struggling to take his size. The size difference between the two of you turning him on even more despite his best efforts to control himself. He let’s out a garbled rasp, meeting obstruction finally sinking the rest of the way in to the hilt. Cock completely blanketed in warmth and wetness.

“D-daddy, s’too big…too big..” you mewl. Pulsing around the cock splitting you open.

“Ah, you poor thing..” Johnny cups your face, sweeping the pads of his thumbs under the tired rims of your eyes. Pushing the tears that continue to river out off your cheeks. “Does it hurt badly?”

Johnny catches your bitten plump bottom lip before you can get a word out. Sucking down the surprised gasp you let out while you nod, it hurts. It all hurts but it feels good. It feels just as good as a sugary cold treat sliding down your throat while Johnny pets your head..

“D-daddy.. please..” he catches each breathy word, attacking your mouth with deepened kisses. Exhaling shakily between tender pecks he scatters across your upper lip to your Cupid’s bow.

“Daddy’s got you pretty.” He nods. Returning to your sensitive clit, rubbing profusely. Your eyes screw shut, overstimulated by each pointed thrust. Cunt swallowing up the length pistoning in and out of you. Slippery wet and splashing against Johnny’s skin each time your hips meet. Moans and lewd squelches fly around the hotel room at a deafening volume. Stuffing your ears with heat the closer your orgasm approaches.

“Daddy..c-cum, I’m cumming!” You whimper, eagerly rutting against Johnny for release. Stimulated more than you’ve ever been able to achieve on your own. It’s all too much, pressed under his weight, punching the oxygen from your lungs as his thrusts ram into you. Hips recklessly fucking against you at renewed speed.

“Best dick you’ll ever take, baby.” Johnny heaves, making you moan erratically at that. Pussy clenching around his length hard until he has to slow down burying to the base of his length with a grind. Fingers pinching your clit through the powerful orgasm surging through your body.

You’re sealed around him too tight, trembling under his figure hard enough to send vibrations down to his balls. Johnny has to gnaw on your shoulder, slobbering to control the incessant urge to bite down. Snapping around him like a boa constrictor, he thinks he could die like this. Buried 9 inches deep inside of you, lodged up to your cervix endlessly dripping cum until you burst at the seams. He tries to thrust just a few more times, hiding a growl with your shoulder to muffle how wanton he sounds. It’s long and intense, thrusting sharply one more time to fuck his cum deeper inside of you.

It’s hard enough to glide out, stuck on the way your walls chase after him. He’s still hard, too hard to stop. Managing to get you on your stomach, ignoring your petulant whimpers. Landing slaps across your ass, soothing the warmth left behind over and over again to let you recover.

He’s not ready to stop, even if you are. Slotting up your hips, Johnny gets a pillow under you to keep you angled perfectly for his cock. Shapely ass perked up, spread open showing off your wrecked hole smeared with a fresh load of cum. Saved for him to have, to fuck over and over again.

The thought shoots through him spine to balls. Shoving the tip of his cock side to side just to watch the way you swell around him. Teeth bury into his upper lip listening for your pretty cries, inch by inch entering back inside. Saving the memory of your cunt sucking him down.

Despite your body's initial resistance, Johnny works you up into a frenzy of hot lust. Fucking you through the night even after your limbs give out. The clutch you’ve maintained on the bedding releases, eyes fallen shut breathing shallowly.

“My pretty sleeping princess.” He lets out tiredly. Holding himself up right in a push-up position above your back. Slowly kissing the top of your spine, cock still rigid hard inside of you. With hands on your waist he positions you comfortably without slipping out. Stroking messed up strands of sweaty hair away from your face.

Thinking over how he might lose his mind fucking you until you have to check out tomorrow. He’d have to bring you back again once you’re used to going round after round.

It’s been awhile since he last spent time in his favorite suite. If he recalls correctly he had two guests the last time, making use of the jacuzzi hours into the night.

That had to stop once your mother had shown him a photo of her daughter over a dinner date one evening. Finally convincing her to invite him over on your Birthday of all days. It was almost too perfect.

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Eye contact with Johnny becomes dangerous after your weekend together. If your mother is at work, Jeno is home. If Jeno’s at practice or out with his friends, your mom’s all over Johnny.

But you need more, you both do.

“Hey Jeno, practice today?” Johnny asks his son. The other stood nearby pouring protein powder into his morning shake.

“Uh, yeah, just like every Wednesday dad.” Jeno rolls his eyes. Jerking his bag over his shoulder. “Hurry up, I’m leaving now.”

He says over his back directed to you. Quickly snatching your own bag, Johnny fits you with a knowing look. Throat clearing, saying a soft goodbye behind his mug of cooled down caffeine.

Wednesday meant your mother’s afternoon shift bleeding into the late night. Jeno at football practice at least until dinner time, and you dwindling away tutoring other students for extracurricular activity to land you in one of the best universities.

“Hey, I’m so sorry but I can’t do tutoring today.” Doyoung stands by your locker after your last class ends. Explaining some emergency that’s come up today and that he needs to head home.

“That’s fine, we can resche—“ you start, ripping your bag from your locker. “I gotta go!”

Realizing Johnny’s home alone lifts your feet off the ground. Charging out of the school in a rush with the speed of an olympic medal winner. The bus would have to do, shooting him a text that you’d be home soon. He never opens it, most likely occupied in session with a patient.

Burning thigh muscles and short of breath, you burst through the front door racing for Johnny’s office. Without knocking you let yourself in, panting and gasping for air. His eyes snap up surprised, murmuring something about ‘Let’s pick this back up tomorrow, shall we? Have a good evening.’

Falling flat against the open door, Johnny stands up still shocked to see you. “Why are you home so early?”

“Tut-tutoring..” you huff, cramping on your side. Lazily waving him to come closer. “Canceled!”

The light bulb vividly goes off in his head, immediately changing Johnny’s professional work time demeanor. Now he’s the one rushing, scooping you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What a good girl, came straight home to daddy huh?” Landing a rough slap on your ass, Johnny jogs up with stairs with ease carrying your weight. Dizzied by how effortlessly he can toss you around. He kicks into your room throwing you down on the bed, noting the time blinking on your nightstand.

“We have a couple hours until Jeno will be home.”

Johnny’s got you stripped down to nothing but your uniform skirt in seconds. “Keep it on, kind of like how sweet my little school girl looks wearing this.”

He uses your skirt for leverage, bottoming out much faster than the last time. Impressed you must be making use of the dildo he left as a surprise gift for you to find a few days later.

“Still too tight.” He grunts, slamming in until his balls crush against your clit. The friction shooting tingles up to your chest. “Or maybe daddy’s just too big for you.”

Johnny’s speeding up, knows the risk of getting caught is only around the corner. Can’t have that happen, not again..

It’s too loud between the sound of your ass clapping back colliding against his hips. Begging him to fuck you harder after a week of failed attempts.

Too loud to catch the ominous sound of the front door opening, or the shoes running upstairs.

“Gonna keep my cum inside baby“ Johnny’s panting. Drilling faster at your command. Fucking at a renewed speed until you’re shouting, lower back pressed down hard enough to have your knees slipping. Laying flat under his relentless thrusts.

“Daddy! Yes! Please! I need it!!”

“Ugh fu-fuck!” Johnny freezes, fisting the waistband on your skirt too roughly. Loosening the elastic with a strong pull. Cumming, spurting out until your stomachs warm. Coated in the familiar feeling of semen painting your cervix.

It’s lucky your tutoring session didn’t work out today.

Until it isn’t.

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You’re almost done with dinner, discussing your day at school casually between Johnny’s questions. He always keeps conversations easy with both you and your mother. Never letting on to anything suspicious. It’s almost concerning how good he is at covering his tracks..

“Is no one going to bother asking me how my day was?” Jeno interrupts. Never one to join your meals without his headphones on and phone in hand. He smirks at his father smugly, phone unlocked in his hands under the table.

“Well, of course son..” Johnny seems surprised, sipping on his after dinner green tea. He motions for Jeno to share.

Jeno sighs, pressing the touchscreen on his phone. He leans back sporting a large goofy smile. “I learned a lot today, dad.”

“At school?” Johnny’s brow lifts in question. Curiously eyeing his son’s rather odd behavior. Your phone pings just then notifying you of a new text message from Jeno. Upon opening it all you see is a black screen with a play button. Why would Jeno be texting you about anything other than finishing his homework? Let alone sending you video clips..

Of course you press play, of course.

The black screen quickly shifts. Whoever was recording directs the lense up to display a bed, clapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh— ‘Yes! HARDER DADDY!’

Mortified by the realization you shove your phone between your thighs locking it shut. Gasping for air overcome with anxiety. There’s no way..

“Not necessarily at school, dad.” Jeno says flatly, shifting his gaze your direction out of the corner of his eyes. He smirks toward you, typing something up with his thumbs without looking down.

‘My room after dinner.’

“Did you say something?” Johnny asks you, eyebrows scrunching at your flushed appearance. Rapidly shaking your head, you squeak out a sound of dismay.

“I have to use the bathroom.” Your words feel jumbled, scampering away from the dinner table leaving behind your messy plate. Surely enough to hear an earful from your mom over later. Running up the stairs faster than you ever have, you collapse against the hallway wall in disbelief. Opening Jeno’s text message up with fear, there’s no way he knew..

The video continues to play. Johnny fucking you into your bed until you fall flat with a shout. Jeno ends it by turning the camera to himself, finger waving back and forth as he moves further away from the sounds of your high pleasured screams.

‘Naughty naughty.’

Jeno repeats the words when he reaches the top of the stairs, following after you as if he has studying to get to.

He tsks, tongue clicking in a menacing manner. Chin pointing toward his bedroom door. “Ladies first..”

Ducking your face, you step forward shamefully, Jeno almost knocking you over with his arm extended out blocking you from moving ahead. He presses close to your ear- “Not that you are a lady, evidently.”

He pivots in front of you, sauntering ahead into his bedroom. Voice over his shoulder to shut the door- since you clearly need the reminder.

“Jeno..”

“Shut up whore.” He laughs, taking a seat on his bed. Tongue clicking repeatedly with a look of disappointment. “Here I thought you were some unfuckable virgin.”

“I was!” You panic, covering your mouth. “I mean—“

Jeno sits up at that, angry. Fisting the bedding by his hips. “You were? Don’t tell me that my dad..”

He doesn’t have to finish asking. The look on your face says enough. Jeno’s more annoyed than he’s letting on. Lips disappearing to control his emotions. How fucking could he? That old dickhead.

“Jeno..I…you can’t show anyone that! Please!” You start to plead, stepping closer to him with your hands pressed together to emphasize your desperation.

“I should tell your mom.” He licks his bottom lip, the corner twitching. “Imagine finding out your barely legal daughter’s fucking some old man? Even better— her fucking boyfriend of a year. You slut.”

Your plea’s fall empty. Resorting to tears, falling to your knees before him. This was a new level of low, even for you. “Please Jeno! Please!”

He can’t deny seeing you in such a torn up state makes him pulsate between his legs. Jeno smirks, leaning back on his palms. This could work in his favor more than he’d originally thought. The initial plan was just to taunt you further and hold the video over your head, get you to complete all of his chores on top of the assignments you already did for him, but this could be even better.

Jeno reaches to unzip his jeans, earning a wide shocked stare. “W-what? What are you doing??”

“What? Daddy hasn’t taught you how to suck cock yet?” He sneers. Doesn’t bother to ask you for permission before pulling himself out. Stroking up and down until he’s fully hard.

The scary thought that Jeno’s even bigger than his dad makes your knees lock together. Nervously waiting for his instruction to move. Wagging a finger, he nods for you to come closer. Cock at full mass against his shirt, standing at least above his navel.

“Too big?” That’s what Johnny said too..you think. You shake your head ‘no’, wiping away your tears. Knowing what’s expected of you next.

Lips struggle to close around him. Cracking and straining at the corners. Jeno’s long, wide, thicker than a soda can. Unlike his dad, he makes no efforts to move. He sits and lets you suck him off. Intently watching the veins on your forehead bulge out, capturing each spitty sound.

It’s better than he’d imagined while bored in class at times. Gaze wandering toward you, his stupid little virgin. Must be too shy to flirt with him, but he refused to succumb first.

Stupid little virgin, fucking his dad instead of him. Jeno won’t admit to himself that he’s upset, not at all. Another thing to add onto the long list of reasons he can’t stand his father.

“That’s enough.” Jeno pulls at the hair on your crown. Abruptly shoving you away from his dick. Sure, he could get off right now, if the image of his dad fucking you before he got the chance wasn’t ruining this moment for him.

“Are you going to tell my mom?” You cough up. Using the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the pool of saliva. Jeno tucks himself back in. Grabbing on your hair hard again until your necks arched making you gaze up at him. He pinches your wrist, lifting the dirty hand to your lips until you lick yourself clean and swallow.

“God, he already has you so well trained..” he scoffs to himself. Jerking your head again until you yelp, satisfied with that reaction.

“As long as you do what I say, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

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“Come here pretty.” Johnny’s pushing you into the laundry room the second your mom heads out for groceries. Lifting you onto the dryer currently in use. Hot and vibrating under your pajama shorts. “Open up for daddy.”

He removes your bottoms, helping you spread into the position he wants. Knees bent with your feet pressed flat on the machine. Johnny licks his lips leaning in with a wet kiss, licking past your mouth as he unbuttons your sleeping top. Pushing it off to tweak your breast, lifting them up higher to your chin letting the fleshy meat fall back to his palms. Squeezing and bouncing your chest engulfed in his large hands.

“Need to taste you right now baby. Looked so good all sleepy, bet you rubbed your cute little pussy all night thinking about me.” He hums, slurping kisses down your neck to your chest. Laving each nipple teasingly.

Gathering your panties to one side, Johnny bends lower. Slurping up the wetness slicked all over your cunt. He’s dirty, dragging his nose between your folds, inhaling deeply. Tongue flicking out circling your entrance.

“Please, eat me out daddy.” Johnny slaps your thigh, cracking like a whip. Kissing your clit with a suck between his juicy lips.

“Are you my good girl?” He murmurs, licking up and down, bumping different euphoric inducing nerves along the way.

“I’m you-y-your good girl.” You nod, leaning back against the dryer. The blend of vibrations from Johnny’s mouth and the machine beneath you feel insane. Already a moaning mess after a few licks. Tongue slipping inside, sucking down arousal that dribbles out.

The garage door ricochet’s loudly following the sounds of your mother flinging her purse down. “Johnny!”

“Shit!” Hissing, he draws away from between your thighs. Licking away the residue of your arousal left behind on his lips. His eyes are large swiftly looking around the small room. Ripping you off the dryer, he points to a basket full of dirty clothes near the machine “In there!”

He grabs a pile of clothes, setting them on the machine and shoving you to crouch down inside the basket reeking of sweat, damp clothes under your feet making you squeamish. Of course Jeno had chosen to do laundry today of all days. Johnny drops some of the pile on your head just as your mom enters.

“There you are!” She exclaims. “Did you not hear me calling for you babe?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey. The machines so loud, I can’t hear much!” He speaks up, pretending to sort through some of Jeno’s clothes. “I thought you were going to the store?”

“I forgot my wallet! I can’t find it babe. Can you help me?”

“Oh of course!” Johnny gulps putting on a smile. Using his body to block out the basket behind him. He shoo’s her out following after her. “I think I saw it in the living room!” He says loud enough to let you know the kitchen would be empty, allowing you to exit through the dining room where your mom won’t spot you.

The only problem is, now your pajamas have been tossed into the wash with Jeno’s clothes. Getting caught in nothing but your underwear would be harder to explain if you do get caught rather than in one of Jeno’s t shirts.

That’s how you end up trying to not crawl on your knees up the stairs in one of Jeno’s half-dried shirts. An insurmountable amount of pain scorches between your inner thighs, left without a climax yet again.

Better judgment echoes through the depths of your mind to ‘stay away’, but the endless stinging pain between your thighs leads you to Jeno’s door.

If your mom hadn’t come home so early, you’d be vibrating from both ends on top of the dryer still. Instead of spraying fabric freshener over yourself to get rid of the lingering scent of Jeno’s sweaty gym clothes Johnny buried you beneath.

It’s not as if you considered this a good idea, but who else could you go to. On quivering legs you stand at Jeno’s door. Rasping down the frame with your knuckles, unwilling to wait for a response as you enter.

Jeno grumbles, tapping at his keyboard rabidly. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

He doesn’t even look your way as he shouts between gritting teeth. Catching enough of a glimpse of your silhouette in his peripheral to decipher it’s you. Too focused on whatever game he’s been tethered to all day to bother giving you more.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but..”

Fists slam down on the keyboard. Vibrant ‘game over’ texts take over the computer screen in front of him. Jeno’s upper lip folds tight, stretched back on his gums. He moves fast, spinning in his seat, charging at you rabidly like a wild beast.

“Did I say you could come in?” Jeno snaps, hooking your wrist together. Tugging you toward his bed aggressively, hold locked tough enough to leave marks behind. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Let you suck my dick and now you think you can just invade my privacy whenever you want?”

Jeno tosses you down to his bed, landing with a bouncing thud, hard enough to punch the breath from your lungs. He leers above you, lower lip sucked under his teeth tightly. Breaking dots of white around the lush pink with a skin tearing bite.

“The fuck are you wearing?” Jeno glowers. Fisting the front of his baggy t shirt covering everything but your legs. Dislodging the cotton materials loose neckline enough to show off your décolletage, scattered with remnants of his bruising fathers lips. Lace panties cling to your cunt, sunken between your slit where they turn darkest.

“Ugh, what is this!? Did you fucking piss yourself?” Jeno smirks. Lowering to his knees, making to drag the tip of his nose where you’re drenched. Audibly swallowing down a juicy inhale of creamy wetness. “Stupid horny slut made me lose after I’ve been trying to get to level 9 for the last two hours.”

“Jeno, ah, I didn’t..” he strikes you with a judgmental arched brow. Punishingly slapping between your thighs. Never one to shy away from demonstrating destructive overt behavior. His palm smashes down, middle finger pushing your soaked panties inside. Squelching around the digit as globs ooze out of the lace, slickening his finger to glide in with ease.

“Is this what you want?” Jeno’s mouth falls open amused. Eyebrows lifted comically to add to the sarcasm in his tone. “Fucking disgusting how wet you are. What? Daddy didn’t fuck you properly today?”

Squirming, you find purchase in the t shirt slipping off your shoulder. Biting down on the collar to control the whimper giving away lascivious hidden thoughts about Jeno.

“You know that old asshole can’t fuck you better than me, don’t you?” Jeno states confidently. Sinking deeper inside your entrance until your underwear nearly rip. Following him down the middle to shove out cunt lips covered in high gloss sheen of arousal.

“W-will, are, are you?” You mumble around his shirt. Drawn to the way your hips grind down on instinct.

“Of course I am.” Jeno slips free, middle finger rubbing down the middle of his tongue with a hot gaze inching up your figure. He sucks around himself, lips left shiny with residual arousal. “Daddy might have taken you first— but I’ll leave you broken. Too fucked out to walk, find out who your fucking daddy is now.”

“Jeno, please..” you whine, gyrating your hips for more. Whatever Jeno wants to give you at this point. Feeling more edged and sensitive from lack of orgasm.

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I won’t give you anything if you don’t ask.” Jeno pushes his shirt up your torso until it rests under your chin. Breasts free for him to ogle hungrily, having to imagine how they’d look out of your uniform top for years.

“Please..” your head shakes, ashamed to give in this easily. Johnny had ruined you..

Jeno’s patience wears thin, tired of dealing with whatever this little act you’re putting up. As if he hadn’t caught you impaled on his father’s dick like some slut straight out of porn.

“You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, is that it? Is that why you’re being so fucking annoying?” Jeno spits out, biting on one of your nipples with a hard tug. Teeth digging in painfully. Having to clamp your mouth shut to suppress a scream, Johnny’s still home after all..

Big fat tears roll down your face, chest racked with sobs. Trailing between your bodies again, Jeno pets your pussy, pressing down on your clit through the soaked material.

“You’re so wet..” He hums curiously. Reaching out to grab your face with his other hand, he jabs your cheeks in until your lips jut out. Bending over to bite your swollen lower lip until you’re hissing. “Why are you so wet for someone you don’t even wanna fuck huh?”

“I—..” your eyes widen, Jeno’s thick cock dips between your thighs. Pulling out as he sucks on the skin under your mouth. “I wan…want y-you.”

“Don’t lie, I fucking hate liars.”

“No-not lying.” You gulp, lowering one of your hands to tug your underwear aside. Jeno sits up ripping off his hoodie. He’s perfect, he’s always been perfect. If Johnny’s better than Greek God’s, Jeno’s what men should have been modeled after..at least physically.

“Is that right then?” He grabs onto the base of his cock, swiping up and down between your folds. Disgusting gushing noises travel between your lower halves. The bulbous head tries to push past your tight entrance.

“Fuck me..please Jeno, want it. Want you.” You hate to admit it. Lifting your neck up in awe watching his length struggle to penetrate you. “W-won’t fit..”

You’re almost speechless, dropping back with a cry. Jeno’s tip thrusts in, stretching you to full capacity.

“I’ll make it fit baby.” Jeno shushes you, snapping forward halfway with a stuttering thrust. Bracketing your head, his mouth falls on top of yours sucking down each shattered little cry you let out. Sliding further inside even with restraint around his cock making it harder to not just fuck all the way into you.

Jeno cups the back of your head with one hand, the other covering the necklace his dad gifted you. Wrapping your throat snuggly under his palm.

“Look at this.” Jeno finally fills you to the brim, balls deep. Connecting your bottom halves together completely. Holding himself off your body just enough for you to see it. He thrust once for you to watch the way your stomach swells. Stuffed deep enough to make you bulge out. “That means I fucking own you now.”

Letting your head drop back, Jeno wraps your neck securely with both hands. Gripping until you can hardly breathe anymore.

“Belong to me, just me.” Punctuating his words with a punishing thrust, Jeno’s length sits heavy inside you each time he bottoms out. Smiling menacingly when you nod like a maniac, slapping around his forearms for some purchase. He starts to pick up the pace fucking you thoroughly. Huge cock dipping in and out encouraging more wetness to drip down onto his bed.

Jeno’s cutting off your air and wails, choking you hard enough to leave marks behind that you’ll have to hide with makeup. He wants you to get caught, he wants the both of you to get caught. You should have never fucked his dad in the first place.

“Fucking slut.” He lets out through harsh intakes of breath. Growling low and raspy in his throat. Watching your body jostle under him with each violent thrust. “Meant for this aren’t you? Meant to take my cock.”

High pitched mewls pass from your lips, clutching at Jeno’s veiny rippling forearms, digging your nails into his wrists. He likes it, knowing your marks will be there the next day to remind him of how he ruined your pussy. Moaning over and over again in a woozy state that he’s brought you to. Plowed into mercilessly making your toes curl.

“Jeno— cum-I’m cum—“ you choke out, eyes rolling back, clamping your thighs around his hips. He snaps faster at that, lowering until his elbows dig into your ribs. Jeno grunts, fucking your hips deeper into the matress.

“No one else will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel, do you hear me?” Jeno shakes your neck, loosening his hold enough, waiting for your reply. Nothing but garbled noises pass, hips lifting just enough to slot him against that spot pushing you to the peak.

Jeno captures your scream with lips smacked against yours. His abdomen twitches milked by your walls squeezing around his throbbing length. Unable to hold back any longer, releasing his seed deep inside your cunt.

Jeno seems to have a thing for cumming inside of you, just like his dad..

He sits up on wobbly legs, inching out slowly to watch creamy globs of cum mixed in with your release drip out around his size. Fingering it up and down between your slit. He wads up a dollop, pushing it back inside your sore stretched out hole. Lifting whatever drips out to his mouth to suck off the mixture of your releases.

“This pussy’s mine now.” Jeno looks crazed speaking to himself. Kissing across your collarbone, he sucks roughly enough to draw blood up to the surface. Too disoriented to shove him away, caught up catching your breath to pay attention to anything past the static noise filling your ears. Lowering down, he lays his head on your stomach. Playing with the sticky combined cum that won’t stay inside of you.

Jeno grumbles, licking a small pathway to your navel. It’d be sweet if he hadn’t just fucked you into the next century..

“Stupid asshole, taking what was mine to begin with.”

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Johnny notices you’ve grown less needy in the next week. Blaming your studies for piling up when he kisses your ear. You’re not lying necessarily, even if you feign feeling too exhausted to visit his office after dinner.

“I have so many exams this week.” You don’t, but Jeno insists over text messages that you help him out with an ‘online test’ after dinner.

Johnny seems frustrated by your lack of excitement. Stroking the vein along the side of your throat down to the hem of your collar. Squinting as he catches something similar to a bruise on your collarbone. Easing free from his arms as you pretend to yawn again, you blow him a kiss goodnight. His brows furrow wondering why you would choose studying over precious time that could be spent drooling on his cock.

It’s not that you’d rather spend it drooling over Jeno’s, but that is where you find yourself a couple minutes later.

“You’re getting better at this.” Jeno groans, butt lifted from his gaming chair rocking forward until you finally gag around him. “I guess daddy’s useful for something. Transforming you into a perfect slut for me.”

“Mmphh” you try to nod, barely able to move with Jeno shoving you down. Nose shoved against warm skin above the base of his cock. Coughing and regurgitating roughly as he presses harder. Sounds of struggle only seem to appease him more, balls tightening up with each resistant muffle. Reaching down, Jeno pinches your nostrils together until you’re squirming fiercely underneath his desk. Foot shoving past your jumping thighs until your heated core presses against his shin.

“Son?” Johnny enters. Stiffening Jeno momentarily without even giving him a warning knock on the door. He sounds serious, maybe even angry. “I have to talk to you.”

Jeno’s throat clears, letting go of the back of your head to wipe sweat from his brow bone. “Dad. What’s up.”

Returning his father with a serious tone, Jeno keeps a pinching hold on your nose. Cock buried full inside your mouth. His calve lifts up and down rubbing your wet panties against his leg.

“Coach called me today, he said you’re flunking out of physics. He can’t save your ass again if you don’t make this grade.” Johnny’s definitely disappointed. The floor creaks, catching moving shadows from under Jeno’s desk, he’s pacing back and forth. Probably rubbing his chin in annoyance.

“I’ll try harder.” Jeno lies through his teeth, desperate to get his dad to leave. Forcing your hips to circle his leg with a heightened speed.

“You say this everytime.” His dad sighs, jolting under the desk trying to not choke around Jeno again when Johnny says your name. “Why can’t you be more like her? Studying right now instead of wasting time online playing games.”

If Johnny doesn’t leave soon, you fear passing out. Jeno must pick up on your nerves when your thighs clutch around him. Letting your nose go he lets out a long winded sigh just in time to cover the deep breath you take, filling your brain with enough oxygen to calm yourself down.

“You’re right dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to be more like her.” It comes out sounding more snarky to you than he means it. Full of sarcasm but innocent enough to convince Johnny there’s no getting through to his idiot son. Either way it’s the response he wants to hear, telling Jeno to take his academics seriously on the way out.

Letting out a lengthy breath, Jeno wheels back in his seat to watch you struggle on his size. Face destroyed with tears and snot staring up at him.

“Daddy wants me to be more like you, did you hear that?” He taunts, gripping your hair with both hands. Beating the top of his foot against your ass. “A dumb little whore good for nothing but taking cock.”

That seems like enough to set him off. Pushing up from his seat higher to fully thrust up into your mouth. A controlled hold on your hair keeping you held in place to fuck your throat harder, fast enough for his balls covered in drool to wetly smack against the bottom of your chin. Beating into your face until you sound ready to throw up.

“C-can’t do that, C-can I?” Jeno’s growling between ragged breaths. Rolling a bundle of your hair together in one fist, pulling roughly. Free’d up to slap your cheek repeatedly where his cock bulges out with each thrust. “Fuck!”

Screaming between grinding teeth, Jeno’s butt clenches. Stilling buried as far down your throat as you can handle, not missing an inch.

His nose wrinkles up, licking his lips between pleasured hisses. Making your throat drown with hot white strings of cum trickling down.

“Wait until he finds out..” Jeno grunts, shoving your face away roughly. The top of your head knocking against the desk. “You’re nothing but a stupid whore getting off on my leg.”

Tucking himself back in, Jeno nods to the sheen left on his calve. “Clean it up.”

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Jeno’s determined to break you. His father may treat you like fine China, easy to crack, extra careful to not drop but Jeno wants you covered in bite marks and bruises. He seems more determined than ever to ruin you for anyone else.

“You wanna be my slut only, don’t you?” Jeno shakes you by the throat. Pistoning his hips forward filling your insides. He knows you could get caught, acting more reckless than ever this last week. He doesn’t care, he wants it to happen.

“Je-Jeno..” you croak struggling under his harsh grip. Arching off the bed, cock catching right where you need him with his next thrust.

“Daddy won’t fuck you like me.” He emphasizes with a rough pass. Lodged deep inside just to watch the skin under your belly button protrude with each grind. “Come on baby, tell me the truth. That old man fuck you like this?”

The truth would only infuriate him.. more than enough of a good reason to be honest.

“He’s better.” You manage to get out. Lungs constricted yet again from Jeno’s chokehold. He’s manic, glaring at you with widened eyes.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jeno grits, slapping against your ass roughly. Hip bones crashing into you at a maddening pace. He’s still too big for you to be used to, exhaling short breaths as you get further up the bed. The top of your head knocking into the headboard with each deadly thrust he delivers.

Sure, it was stupid to piss him off, but your wit’s easy to forget with smooth cock pushing you to your limits.

“Taking it like a fucking whore.” Jeno murmurs, eyeing how much more slippery his length is each draw back. “Because that pussy belongs to me, just for me. Only my pussy to fuck.”

“Y-yes..” you know you shouldn’t agree, but the way Jeno’s cock twitches inside of you at that makes the lie worth it. Feeling dumbed down by dick, ditzy enough to forget you’re only here because Jeno’s blackmailing you with a video of you fucking his dad. Your mom’s boyfriend..

“You love this fat cock in you, don’t you?!” He asks, more ferocious. Hips jerking forward to pound into you harder. Jeno holds your neck with one hand, using the other to pat your cheek rougher than he should.

“Mmm…mhmmm..” rutting up, you fuck him back. Heavy balls emiting wet sounds as they land against your cunt.

“Keep fucking yourself on my dick.” Jeno orders, quietly impressed by the amount of wetness coating his size. He uses the motivation to thrust into you faster. Pussy gripped around him tight enough he nearly pops out. Throwing extra force with the next swivel of his hips, slamming until you’re nothing but shriveled sobs.

You should feel stupid cumming around Jeno’s cock after everything he’s put you through, and still puts you through. There’s more to it than just good dick. Babbling nonsense before he shuts you up with a hot press of his lips. Jeno likes kissing you more than he should, enough to reach his climax with a few more thrusts. Balls emptying inside of you again.

A nap seems like a great idea right now, if only you had been paying attention when Jeno didn’t actually lock the door behind you..

“I knew it.” Johnny enters Jeno’s bedroom, hands clasped together with a tight jaw. The sound of his tongue clicking from behind his sealed lips. Of course Jeno didn’t lock the door, of course. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeno grunts, slapping one of his hands over your mouth as you start to squawk apologetically. Continuing to keep you held down with a choking hold around your neck. “Looks like daddy showed up. Almost thought you’d let me down again.”

It’s silent for a moment other than the rough circling sounds of Jeno’s hips rolling down. Forcing wetness between your lower halves to slap skin on skin together stickly.

“Can’t believe you’re my son.” Johnny glares down at him. One brow lifting unimpressed. “There’s no way you’ve ever made her cum with that weak stroke.”

That’s the last thing you expect to hear, he’s mad, at Jeno.

“I make her cum more than you’ll ever be able to old man.” Jeno spits back. Shoving your thighs open to show off his cum leaking out. Johny laughs at that beginning to loosen his tie, sitting up on your elbows confused when he unbuttons his top.

“Daddy??” You asks, unsure if this is actually happening or Jeno just fucked you that good.

“Shh shh princess. I know.” Johnny moves further inside the room, unzipping his slacks. He pets your heated tear stained cheek cooing. Tsking when he sees the marks Jeno’s left behind on your neck and chest.

“Pathetic little boy that has no idea how to treat pretty girls like you.” He sneers, pushing his boxers and slacks off in one go. Fingers snapping at Jeno, nodding his chin behind you. “Hold her.”

Even if he’s annoyed, Jeno listens, moving behind you to scoop underneath your arms. Back rested on his chest, reaching up to move hair away that's stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“What’s..what’s going on?” You quiver looking over Johnny’s bare figure in front of you. Jeno’s stiff cock digs into the dip of your back. His dad lifting your ankles onto his shoulders, wrapping around his cock to push away the cums thats still stuck on your labia.

“Gotta show Jeno how it’s done.” Johnny says calmly, as if this happens all the time. “Can’t have someone with my last name out there ruining my reputation like this.”

Naively you wonder what reputation, quickly shutting out that thought when Johnny presses on your sensitive clit. “Ah! It hurts!”

Johnny beams down at you, eyes twinkling joyfully. “Ah, you poor thing.” Johnny chuckles. “Does it hurt badly?”

It sounds comical to hear again, this had to be a joke. Jeno’s lips press to the side of your forehead, mumbling for you to stay quiet.

“Hurry up and fuck her dad.” He pipes up abruptly. Growing fully hard behind you again. Impatiently waiting for his father to finish so he can go another round.

“Shut your mouth.” Johnny throws out keeping his gaze on you. “You ready sweetie?”

Your mouth wants to say ‘no’ but you nod ‘yes’. Hissing through your teeth as Johnny holds your hips in place, positioning himself at your dripping cunt. He sheathes inside, stretching with much more ease to accommodate his length after taking Jeno.

“That’s a good girl.” Johnny says, cupping the backs of your thighs. He lifts them until you’re folded up, sandwiched between his and Jeno’s chest. His cock sliding in even deeper at this new angle, breaking through your womb. “Even if you’re letting my son use your pretty pussy up.”

“She likes my dick more.” Jeno mutters against your cheek. Palming your chest, he pinches your nipples making you arch as much as you’re able to crushed under his father’s weight.

“Don’t lie to yourself Jeno.” Johnny grunts pistoning with fierce vigor. Cock drilling into you faster upon hearing his son’s words. There’s no way you could enjoy this with Jeno more.

Not when you’re cumming after only minutes. Johnny fucks against your resistance, slippery, dripping down past his balls. Thrusts grow brutal set to prove he only he can fuck you properly. Fuck you good enough to drive you crazy, begging for his cock.

“D-daddy, can’t, no..no more..” you croon. Jeno reaches up to cover your mouth and shush you. His dad’s eyebrows twist together frustrated, wanting to fuck another orgasm out of you.

Johnny’s close, jostling your body with each thrust against Jeno’s sweaty chest. Short of breath after having another orgasm fucked out of you. He’s biting on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Fucking long and hard, turning delirious to the pleasure of your tight cunt wrapping him with maddening heat.

“Honey! Surprise! I’m home!!” It’s your mom's voice carrying up the stairs. Hazily shaking your head on Jeno’s shoulder too strung out after another weak orgasm passes through you.

“What the fuck?” Jeno panics letting go of your arms. “Dad, what the fuck? Why is she home??”

“Urghh..” you gurgle random sounds, burying your face in Jeno’s pillow. Fucked into at an increased speed.

“Dad, stop!” Jeno hisses, finally realizing the doors not even fully shut.

“Johnny?” She says again, closer. Walking away from his office toward the staircase.

“Fuck…ugh fuck.” Johnny shoots out a hot load of semen with one final thrust. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs rushing him along faster than he wants. Pulling out with a lewd pop he grabs Jeno’s shoulder shoving him down. Listening to your mother opening their bedroom door down the hall calling his name again. He scrambles to gather his clothing, glancing at Jeno’s closet and bathroom. Bathroom meant a window to escape from if need be.

Your mother with no concern for lack of privacy rips open the door to Jeno’s bedroom next, just as Johnny opts for the bathroom. Keeping the door halfway open and hiding just behind it for less suspicion.

“Joh— oh my God! What the hell is going on here!” Her smile falls, brows shot up to her hairline taking in the sight of Jeno on his knees in front of you. Cum dripping out past the perineum of your ass onto Jeno’s bed where his earlier release stains.

Jeno sighs, quickly catching his dad’s cold stare between the door crack before turning to your mom.

“Do your eyes not work? I’m fucking your daughter. So can you get the fuck out?”

next: Chain—>

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