If it’s feasible, can you write about y/n and johnny during a serious disagreement about something? Like a life-changing decision of some sorts...(I can’t think of something particularly, just thought it would be interesting)
(I low-key can’t imagine it since they’re so perfect for each other I’d think these characters would hardly let it get bad)
First of all, I know how late this is. Nobody hates it more than me.
Secondly, I thought about his ask for so long trying to find something to write about. Trying to strike somewhere between a situation that is serious enough to warrant a fight but also not serious enough to come to a terrible conclusion, was challenging. But I do love a good challenge and I like to believe I delivered here. Again, I'm sorry for making you wait so long Anon.
Johnny put his phone down on the table, sighing softly to himself.
"She said she'll be here in ten minutes. Asked us to order food." He looked up at Mark.
Mark gave him an unsure look, contemplating his words, "So." He dragged the word, "Why didn't you both come together?" He asked carefully.
Johnny sighed again, "(Y/N) left work late, she said she had something to do and I booked the table for eight." Johnny shrugged. "Our apartment is just two blocks away."
Mark gave him an unconvinced nod, "Right."
"And." Johnny groaned, "We're fighting." He rubbed his eyes with his palm, feeling more drained than usual.
"What?" Mark let out a laugh, "What did you do?"
Johnny looked back at Mark with a frown, making him drop his grin. "Why are you assuming it's my fault?"
Mark nodded, lifting his glass of water with a thoughtful hum, "What happened then?" He took a sip of the liquid.
Johnny opened his mouth, closing his lips as he thought over last night's events again.
"You don't have to tell me if it's personal." Mark reassured once he saw the dilemma in his best friend’s eyes.
"It was nothing." Johnny clicked his tongue, "I paid one of her credit card bills, it ended up on my desk and I was paying mine." He reached for his own glass of water. "It's not like it's a big deal. We've been together for more than a year now. Is it really that bad if I pay a bill?" He frowned again, a small glimpse of his confusion and hurt showing.
Mark winced, "What did she say?"
"She wanted to pay me back. Can you imagine?" Johnny groaned, "I obviously said no, then it became this big thing it wasn't supposed to be." Johnny ran a hand through his hair, taking a breath that came out a defeated sigh.
"Just let her pay you back." Mark chuckled, the solution obvious to him.
"No." Johnny snapped, making Mark sit back with wide eyes. Johnny took a deep breath, composing himself. "It's just a credit card bill. It doesn't matter to me."
Johnny being mad was a rare sight. Not annoyed or a little bothered, but outright angry about something. Mark frowned, finding himself in a tough position of wanting to help but also not knowing if it was his place.
"I mean, I guess it does to her, right? (Y/N) likes to pull her own weight. You know that." Mark nudged softly.
Johnny huffed. Mark was right, Johnny knew this. Yet he still couldn't soothe the part of him that felt like he was allowed to do these things once in a while.
He gave Mark a curt nod, effectively ending the conversation. Mark chewed on his lips for a moment, eyeing Johnny's face. The frown etched across his features told Mark that it was best not to push him further.
"Did you watch the game last night?" He asked with a lighter tone.
A few minutes later, Johnny looked up as (Y/N) walked up to the table. Johnny knew that the restaurant was small enough that she could spot them from the door. Yet he still felt disappointed that she hadn't texted him on arrival.
Johnny really hated fights. As bad as the actual confrontation part of it was, it was almost okay compared to what came later. What Johnny hated most about fights was the few days of awkward interactions that came after the fact. While both of them tip-toed around with words and touches. It was the kind of hesitant interactions that Johnny never liked by virtue of who he was. At home it was distressing.
He toyed with his fork as she slid into the seat beside him.
Johnny's forehead creased, turning to face her as he took a deep inhale. "You smell like me."
She turned to look at him, lips parting for a second too long before she closed them again. She licked her lips, "Yeah. I was in a hurry in the shower and grabbed your shower gel. Sorry." She shrugged, distracting herself by aligning her plate and cutlery neatly on the table.
Johnny snorted, "You don't have to apologise." His voice was a mumble. She looked up and nodded, before going back to staring at the table. He took another deep breath, the idea of her covered in the smell he so deeply associated with himself surrounded him as thoroughly as her presence suddenly did.
His eyes didn't leave hers as he breathed in the air of discomfort between them. She was the first one to look away, turning to face Mark.
Johnny hated fights.
"So," She grinned at Mark, "What is all this fuss about?" She wriggled her brows at him.
Mark fumbled, "Well I had some good news." He looked down to his plate and ran his fingers across the table cloth.
"Are you pregnant?" Johnny questioned with a very serious voice. Mark looked up with a gaze of wide-eyed horror. She snorted.
"What? No!" He shook his head, not processing yet that he was biologically incapable of the task. "I got a promotion." He closed his eyes and sighed when he realised that he blurted out his surprise. He opened his eyes and let out a short giggle, "I'm an editor now. Yay." He said nervously, shaking his hand beside his head like jazz hands.
Both of them looked at him in a little disbelief for a moment.
"Oh my god dude!" Johnny was the first to speak up. "Congratulations!" He laughed, grinning at his best friend.
(Y/N) got out of her chair to give Mark a hug, one he got up for without having to be told.
"That's amazing, Mark. You deserve it!" She squeezed him tight once before letting go.
"I called my parents when I got the news, but I needed to tell you both in person. You're my only family here." Mark let out a flustered chuckle. She had sat back down, but the urge to hug Mark again suddenly felt strong.
The waiter arrived to take their order. Mark gave them a shy gaze, "My treat, you guys." He lifted his eyes from the menu.
"We should get the most expensive wine then." Johnny hummed, making Mark give him a nervous smile. She laughed, the sound sounding too good to Johnny's ears in the moment. He turned to give her a grin, but her eyes were glued on the menu. He swallowed his disappointment and didn't let his smile falter.
"Just remember that my raise doesn't kick in till next month." Mark reminded him sheepishly. Johnny gave him a short laugh and an understanding nod.
"I'll save you your rent." Johnny winked, making Mark shake his head.
Johnny’s focus came in and out of the dinner. Mark and (Y/N) ended up talking about something obscure and he was grateful he didn't have to be involved. His eyes wandered across the room for a while, landing eventually on what they were really wanting to look at.
(Y/N) smiled at something Mark said, giving him a small nod and covering her mouth to chew her food. When she leaned back to eat, her hair brushed against her shoulders.Only then did Johnny seem to notice the dress she was wearing— the off-shoulder neckline wide and resting low on her arm. His eyes traced over her exposed clavicle, her hair brushing against it. She tried to flick her head but it didn’t budge. Without thinking about it too much, or maybe because deep down Johnny became petty when he was sulking, he brushed the strands back. The graze of his fingers lingering longer than was required was proof that he was, in fact, being petty.
The way her breath faltered pleased him more than it should. But she didn’t turn to look, and Johnny was now certain he was being given a cold shoulder.
One that came with clavicles that made his head a little foggy.
“Is this new?” Johnny mumbled, his fingers brushing against her thigh where the dress ended. She took another shaky breath, Johnny smirked.
“Yes.” She turned to him, “I happened to have some extra money this month.” She gave him a pointed look, “So I stopped by a store after work.” She shrugged.
Johnny bit down, his jaw going rigid. He swallowed the irritation that surged at her subtle jab, giving her an impassive smile instead. “Then I guess it’s a win-win for me.” He scoffed, the words stubborn. She turned to give him a glare, earning an impervious grin from him.
She let out an angry groan, turning her body to face him. Johnny licked his lips, prepared for the confrontation.
“Guys don’t fight, please. We’re celebrating.” Mark pleaded.
She narrowed her eyes, Johnny’s eyes lingered on the move before he looked back to Mark.
“Couples fight.” He told Mark.
“We aren’t fighting.” She said at the same time.
Johnny let out a bitter chuckle, Mark gave them an unconvinced nod, taking a big gulp of his wine.
“Let’s just get dessert.” Johnny spoke with a pursed smile aimed at the wine glass he picked up.
“How drunk are you?” Johnny knitted his brows, staring at Mark as he put on the boy’s coat for him. Mark lifted his head to answer, stumbling back a little at the sudden move. Johnny sighed, grabbing Mark’s arm to stop him from slipping onto the floor.
“Enough.” She sighed, “Drink some water, Mark.” She handed him a bottle of water that a waiter helpfully left with her.
“Can you walk?” Johnny tilted his head to meet Mark’s eyes.
He gave a quick nod, “Of course I can walk.” His voice rose with a hint of indignation. He took a few experimental steps with care, raising his head from watching his feet to give them a thumbs up.
Johnny sighed, lifting her coat for her to slip in. She looked up at the gesture but his concerned gaze stayed glued on Mark.
“Let’s just take him home.” She suggested, looking away quickly when Johnny turned to her. Johnny considered the possibility, turning to look at Mark while he counted the tiles on the floor while walking in circles.
But taking Mark back would also make it the second day they would go to bed angry.
“Yay! Sleepover!” Mark clapped his hands.
She laughed, “We can’t put him in an uber like this.” She pointed at the fumbling boy.
“We’ll have a sleepover and you guys can make up.” Mark came and stood behind them, putting his arms on their shoulders to bring them closer.
Johnny cleared his throat, “Alright, time to go.” He clapped his hand on his back, making Mark stumble.
“The wine was your idea.” She reminded Johnny as she put the keys into their door. Johnny held up Mark by what felt like willpower alone at that point, giving her a dry smile at the comment.
She walked beside Johnny as he guided the, by now, too drunk Mark to the guest bedroom. Once Mark’s head hit the pillow, she took off his shoes. She left the room with the shoes in her hand, eyeing Mark with concern as Johnny closed the door to the room behind them.
“We should talk.” Johnny sighed.
“Okay.” She groaned, walking to the door to drop Mark’s shoes. “Take the money for the bill, then we can talk.” She said simply.
“No.” Johnny followed behind her as she made her way into the kitchen. She scoffed bitterly, nodding as she kept her eyes on the floor.
“Then we have nothing to talk about.” She gave him a tired look as she filled the kettle with water.
“You are literally just being stubborn now.” Johnny groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose like it would help him focus.
“I’m being stubborn? You paid one of my bills without asking me.” She turned around, last night’s frustrations coming back to the surface.
“It’s just Money, (Y/N)!” He sounded equally frustrated, “Honestly, it’s literally just money and you’re stretching this into such an unnecessary argument.” He ran his hand through his hair.
“It’s not–” She paused before her voice raised anymore, clearing her throat. “It’s not just money.” She squeezed her eyes shut, sounding desperate.
“Yes it is!” Johnny leaned against the counter, “You’re the person I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, who cares if I paid one bill! You’re the one always talking about how showing love matters more than saying it.” He mumbled, looking away like he was embarrassed. “This is how I do it, I hate that you always do this. I know you just like being your own provider. I know that. But it’s just something I want to do sometimes, I like doing it. I can do it.” He paused to sigh, his head dropping. “But the way you get so against it every single time.” He looked up at her, tentative uncertainty in his eyes. “It’s like you think that me buying something for you means I somehow think less of you.” He sighed as the words finally came out, the fear Johnny had now held onto for years. “I would never in my life, for any reason, think of us as anything short of equals.” Johnny ran a hand through his hair.
“Johnny–” She sighed.
“Do you really think that little of me? That after everything I will hold a stupid fucking credit card bill against you?” He came up to stand in front of her. “What is the point of working my bones in if I can’t even do this much for the person I love?”
“I’m just–” She paused, swallowing her words.
“No, say it.” Johnny walked up to her. “You never say anything. Just tell me.” He looked down at her, holding back his anger the best he could.
(Y/N) had hardly ever seen Johnny angry. She was not prepared for when it was directed at her.
“I just.” She looked down at her hands, groaning when her eyes welled up. “People keep talking about how great you are because of your six-figure salary. My mom, my co-workers act like I’ve won the lottery. I hate it, Johnny.” She tried her best to keep her voice stable. “I am lucky, but not because of your bank account.” She tried not to sniffle, but when she raised her hand to wipe her eyes Johnny immediately leaned over.
“Hey.” His voice softened, “Don’t–”
“I’m not crying.” She shook her head, tears falling on Johnny’s feet from the movement.
“Okay.” Johnny smiled, embracing her tightly. She buried her face in his chest, trying to unsuccessfully hide her sniffling. “I’m the one who hit the jackpot. I don’t care what people think. I care about you.” He kissed the top of her head, “I care about us.” He mumbled into her hair.
“You’re always showing me love, Johnny.” She pushed back to make her voice audible, but kept her gaze on his chest. “You make me feel so loved. Sometimes I think I’m in some dream that I will get ripped out of. I’m sorry, I just don’t want to be a burden to anybody.”
“Shut up.” He lightly tapped her head, “You don’t even let me carry you and you’re afraid of being a burden?”
“Yes. I didn’t say it’s sensible. I’m still getting used to being a partner to someone.” She sighed, looking up at him with a timid gaze.
He sighed too, “I should have asked you.” He pulled her back into his embrace.
“Yes, you should have. But I ordered a new fridge today so it’s fine.” She mumbled, making Johnny laugh.
“Fine. I guess I’ll have to get used to having a stubborn partner like you.”
“You’re more stubborn than I am, John.” She looked up at him with a frown.
“That’s a one person speculation.” He grinned.
“We’ll ask Mark tomorrow.” She took a step back.
“That’s cheating! He always takes your side.” She couldn’t help the smile that drew her cheeks up.
Character from: Unintended Consequences
Send me an ask about a character from one of my fics in a scenario and I'll write a drabble.
Summary: You're nine months pregnant - and in a fiery argument with your boyfriend Johnny. A horrible accident puts your love to the test...
Genre: Established relationship AU, Pregnant!Y/n, angst
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: MAJOR angst, an accident, Johnny is a shitty boyfriend
You hated nagging your boyfriend Johnny, but you couldn’t take this any longer. If you didn’t speak up, you’d explode.
“Johnny, did you ask about taking time off work when the twins are born?”
Johnny sat rigid on the edge of the bed, lacing up his shoes. “Not yet.”
You sighed. “But the babies are due in ten days…”
You heaved yourself up, which was not easy with your swollen belly, and walked over to Johnny’s side of the bed. You touched his shoulder.
“I miss you being around, J…”
He shrugged your hand off. “Can you stop nagging me for one goddamn second? I’m going to work. I’ll see you in the evening.”
Before you could reply, Johnny was gone. You heard the door slam shut downstairs.
You sighed. For some reason, Johnny had become so cold and distant lately. He said he was happy you were pregnant, but you were no longer sure.
You spent the whole day stewing, so by the time Johnny got back from work, you were mad.
Johnny yelled from the doorway. “I’m home! What’s for dinner?”
You bit your tongue and turned up the volume on the TV.
Johnny came into the living room. “Did you hear me? What are we eating tonight?”
You just scoffed, your eyes not moving from the screen.
Johnny strode up to you and snatched the remote from your hand. He switched the TV off.
“Hey! I was watching that!” you cried.
Johnny crossed his arms. “Oh, so you can hear me.”
You glared up your boyfriend. “Give that back.”
“No.” Johnny snapped. “Not until you pay attention to me. What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t want to raise our children alone,” you said. “And I’m not your maid. Make your own goddamn dinner.”
Johnny tugged his hand through his hair. “I’m so sick of having this argument over and over. I’m not giving up my job as an idol. I’ve worked so hard for it.”
“I’m not asking you to give it up, I’m asking for a month off. Is that too much to ask?”
“Yeah, it is!” Johnny shouted “I can’t take a career break out of nowhere! A lot of people rely on me.”
You frowned. “Hey. I didn’t want to take a career break, either.”
“But you’re just a-”
Johnny stopped mid-sentence. He gulped.
“Just a… what?” you spat. “Just a waitress? Is that what you were going to say?”
His voice was softer now. “I didn’t mean it like that, Y/n.”
“Yes, you did.” You couldn’t stop your voice from breaking. “I’m going upstairs.”
You heaved yourself off the sofa and walked to the stairs. You began to climb. Stairs took a long time when you were nine months pregnant.
Johnny stood at the bottom of the stairs, arms crossed. “Y/n, stop being such a drama queen. We haven’t even eaten dinner yet!”
You turned your head to face him. “Marry the goddamn dinner, why don’t you Well I haven’t cooked so you’ll just have to- AAHH!”
Your foot slipped, sending you tumbling down the stairs.
You landed on the floor with a thud.
A white-hot pain shot through your legs, and then your stomach began to cramp. “The babies!” you gasped.
Johnny rushed to your side. “Oh my god, are you okay?”
“Don’t touch me!” you yelled, tears streaming down your face.
“We need to go to a hospital.” Johnny ignored your protests and hoisted you up from the ground. He put your arm around his shoulder and walked you to the sofa.
“Don’t start pretending you care about me now- Ahh-” Another sharp stab sliced through your stomach.
Johnny’s eyes were wide as saucers. “Y/n, please. Let me call an ambulance.”
You gritted your teeth. As much as you hated your boyfriend right now, it would be stupid not to accept his help.
“Alright,” you said. Within ten minutes, two paramedics were helping you into the ambulance.
Johnny followed behind you and stepped into the back of the ambulance.
“No!” you shouted.
The paramedic squeezed your hand. “It’s okay, your partner can ride with us to the hospital.”
Tears welled in your eyes. “I… I don’t want him to come with me.”
The paramedic gulped awkwardly. She turned to Johnny. “I’m sorry sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” She lowered her voice. “I guess you can meet us at the hospital?”
Johnny looked like you’d punched him in the gut. You’d never seen him look so sad as the ambulance doors shut, leaving him on the outside, alone.
Johnny sat in the hallway of the Emergency Room, head hung low.
The sound of wailing and coughing came at him from all sides, drowning him. He’d been sat there for hours – and no one had told him anything.
Just then, he felt a hand tap his shoulder. He looked up to see a doctor, with black hair in two tight braids. “Are you Y/n’s partner?”
Johnny jumped to his feet. “Yes, I am. Is she okay?”
“Actually, sir, you might want to sit down. I have some… bad news.”
Johnny’s heart fell into his shoes. He sat down, the doctor beside him. “What happened?”
“First things first. I want you to know that Y/n is healthy.”
“Oh thank god,” Johnny sighed, visibly relaxing. But then a horrible feeling washed through him. “What about the babies?”
The doctor shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “We managed to deliver the first twin without any problems. But… we weren’t able to get to the other twin in time. I’m so sorry, sir. We lost the second baby.”
It was as if time had stopped.
The doctor’s voice faded into the background. He could feel his heart, he could hear his breaths… but everything else was numb. The room started to spin.
In that moment, he didn’t know if one second passed or a million.
All he knew was that he had to get to you.
“Y/n. Where is she?” Johnny croaked.
The doctor touched his arm. “Come with me.”
You were lying in your hospital bed, staring at the wall.
A knocking jolted you out of your haze.
You looked to the door and saw Johnny. You had tried to stay strong, but when you saw his face, a dam burst inside of you.
“Johnny,” you cried, stretching out your arms. “Our baby… they couldn’t-”
Johnny ran to your side and wrapped his arms around you. You buried your head into his shoulder and screamed out your sadness.
Johnny gripped you tighter. “I’m so so sorry, Y/n.”
Just then, you were interrupted by a soft cry from the corner of the room.
Johnny turned his head to the sound. His brows shot up. “Is that-”
You nodded. “Our son.”
Johnny walked over to the crib. He stared down at the little baby, who wrapped in a purple fleece blanket. He picked up the baby and held him close to his chest.
He felt the little boy tremble and snuggle into him. He couldn’t imagine a moment so happy, yet so sad. “H-hey little buddy,” he said.
“Give him here,” you said.
Johnny handed his son over.
You touched the baby’s chubby cheek, fresh tears running down your own.
Johnny sat down beside the bed. “Y/n. It’s my fault you stormed upstairs in the first place. If I hadn’t argued, then maybe we wouldn’t have… we wouldn’t have lost-”
“Shh,” you said. “We don’t know that.”
Johnny’s rubbed his cheeks harshly to wipe away the tears. “I do. I’ll never forgive myself for this. I should have listened to you more. I took you for granted, Y/n. and I… I promise I’ll never do that again.”
You hugged your baby closer, heart twisting. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
Johnny broke. He curled up, shoulders shaking, sobbing like you’d never heard him before.
Your heart twinged. “Johnny… look at me.”
He lifted his head. His eyes were bloodshot.
You took a shuddery breath. “I don’t blame you for what happened. But… but things need to change. Between us. I don’t want to do this alone.” Your voice cracked. “I can’t.”
Johnny stood up, wrapping you and the baby in his strong arms. “You won’t have to.”
Let us know what you thought in the comments or on anon! 💋
after watching that second video of Stick Together on youtube I’ve been thinking... what if you were johnny’s girl and you all went to that big house for a vacation,, you start off by sitting on johnny’s side, singing your heart out with him and complimenting jungwoo on his voice,, and johnny keeps an arm around your waist but you slip away gently when you start getting bored of the karaoke machine, moving to the living room to watch taeil’s and haechan’s match...
and sure, you and haechan had been fighting over the table tennis’s rules earlier but he’s now forgotten all about it, because from the moment you came to stand next to him he hasn’t stopped winning. in fact the game ends with a 10-2 and he swirls you around in excitement, calling you his lucky charm, only putting you down when jaehyun comes downstairs clearing his throat.
he suggests you play in teams and he’s as competitive as he’s clumsy so he accidentally hits you on the side of your neck with the ball. It didn’t hurt at all but you still fall to the floor, pretending that you’re shot, and taeil laughs loudly saying that you look like johnny right now. “he’s rubbing off on me”, you say as you stand up and jaehyun is quick to respond. “I sleep in the next room as you two. I heard about that rubbing all night”, and when you notice his ears turning bright red you’re not sure which one of you got more flustered by the comment.
the room is getting stuffy and hot and the other team sucks anyways so you join taeyong who is busy making silly instagram stories. he has all these different suggestions and you coo at his enthusiasm, not even noticing his habit of wrapping his arm around whoever he makes selfie videos with. he turns his head to you to ask you for your opinion on a filter, his eyes resting on your pretty lips for a second too long yet the camera doesn’t catch it so neither do you.
and johnny watches all of this from the corner of his eye but he doesn’t say anything, because he likes to come off as secure and confident and you’re a whole ass person he has no right to restrict- but he just finished his large stella artois and you smell so good as you walk past him so he pulls you on his lap. “pay attention to me too”, he murmurs in your damp hair from the shower you had earlier, and you take off his beanie to run your fingers through his. he looks at you through those hooded eyes like you’re the only people in the room right now and he convinces you for a second so you kiss him, bitting his lower lip until he lets out a whimper. “get a room”, doyoung groans and indeed you go upstairs, having to fight the urge of dragging jaehyun with you to really give him a show this time.
“hey. how was work?” you were often the culprit of jaehyun’s questions when your foot first lands in your apartment, toeing off your shoes with ease as he welcomes you with a peck to your cheek. he holds your waist loosely while you massage your ankles and toes, glad for a breath of fresh air even if they were hidden behind socks.
jaehyun drags you into the living room before you can speak, manspreading like he’s done it a hundred time before and pats his thighs. it makes you smile and raise an eyebrow. settling in front of him felt good, although he yanks you back onto his chest a little enthusiastically than usual that you let out a squeal. you just pass it off that he’s happy to see you after a day of doing nothing.
in a way, he has done it a hundred times. it was routine at this point, where you’d just sit against his back and lay against him, sometimes tilting your head back to admire his side profile. you’d talk about co-workers, your lunch, your overbearing tasks, all while jaehyun gently massages your sides with alternating hands, always sure to apply a fair amount of pressure to ease out your nerves.
he laughs into your neck at your reaction, but other than that, he remains quiet as you start on your rant, gesturing widely to this one annoying colleague that’s been getting on your nerves for the past few weeks. always talking over you for the tasks assigned to you, dropping badly-timed statements that definitely could be defined as a backhanded compliment; you could go on and on about the co-worker that you don’t notice jaehyun’s hands retreating from your waist to push you away from his body, travelling up your back instead.
they slowly feel up your back like an experienced masseuse, testing the waters with his thumb in a particularly deep dig in between your shoulder blades. it makes you gasp, the rant about how the same co-worker had accidentally interrupted by your sound of surprise. it’s the exhale of breath, however, that resembled something dangerously close to a whimper and you hope to god that jaehyun doesn’t hear it.
“you gotta relax for me, baby,” jaehyun grunts, continuing to sort out the kinks and aches in your back, no doubt brought about by your bad posture. at least if you were working from home, jaehyun would be able to provide you with hourly reminders to stretch out your back. ah, well, this would have to suffice.
jaehyun was talented with his hands, portraying his efficiency in relaxing the tension in your back with how intimately they moved from one area to another. another crack resonates throughout the room, making you moan out at the released tightness.
jaehyun loses his grip on sanity each time his knuckle, thumbs, fingers meet every inch of your back, eliciting countless other sounds that went south with how lewd they sounded. when you whimper again, he sighs with a little praise of good girl, breath tickling your ear lightly that it causes you to giggle. you’re at ease now, leaning back before he seemingly massages out the last ache in your back.
“you’re a bothersome little minx, aren’t you?” the other smirks against your neck, another giggle escaping your lips when you feel his hand prying your thighs apart. “well, thank fucking god you wore a skirt today.”
jaehyun’s smirk stretches into a grin when he feels how there’s a wet patch on your underwear from the suggestive session where you could feel his hardening erection against your bum. it played out like a bad sex scene from a movie, but you couldn’t complain when you were the stars of the show, able to feeling jaehyun’s fingers on your hips, on your thighs. he drags a finger to your centre painfully slow that you thrash gently against his hold, but it only makes him reinforce the secure arm he has around you. “patience, angel.”
“sorry, hun, but your massages are always so good. i still wonder why we didn’t do this earlier.”
“then… let’s change up our tradition a little, huh?” he purrs, panties already to the side before jaehyun slips a sneaky finger in. your hole sucks him in so easily that a groan is heard, possibly from the both of you. you’re not even sure any more, body overtaken by pleasure as he adds a second finger. you’re so wet that it’s no trouble for the man, who marvels over your shoulder at how good you’re taking his digits.
“haah… j-jae…” he chuckles against your shoulder, eyes never leaving how he’s pumping his fingers into you. they stretch you out so good and you can barely manage words, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and whines while he fucks you open. you mewl on a sudden hard thrust where his fingers are so deep that it’s up to his knuckle. he laughs again.
“you’re doing so good, baby,” jaehyun murmurs, “but i don’t think i can hold it in any longer.” the emptiness you feel when he removes his fingers was criminal, but you can’t complain when you’d be getting his cock in a second or two, already eyeing the bulge that showed itself through his sweatpants. your mouth drops open when he pulls it down in one swift pull, not so much for his length but more of the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“of course you aren’t wearing boxers. you’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”
“caught red-handed. a smart one, aren’t you?” jaehyun speaks through pants while he lubes up his cock with his pre-cum, boring holes into your eyes with his with a lazy smirk. he doesn’t miss the way you’re rubbing circles onto your neglected cunt. “guess i’d just have to fuck the smart out of you.”
he uses his strength to turn you over, smushing your face into the cushions below you before he eases himself into you, groaning at how fast you clench around him. jaehyun can forgive you for that, since he’s left you on edge with a gaping hole that showed how good his fingers could stretch you out. he reaches a hand over to push your hand from your clit gently while he lets you get used to his thick length resting into you and he swears he feels you clench again when his fingers play with your bundle of nerves.
“let me take care of you tonight. leave it to me.” jaehyun snaps his hips against your ass, propelling you forward just a little from the force. it draws out a slurred moan, even more when he starts his assault on your pussy, sliding in and out of you deliciously.
“mmhm uh- uh- jaeee…!” the fabric below you is stained with your drool.
jaehyun’s already sure you’d get a noise complaint filed against you tomorrow morning, but he can’t care much when the sounds falling from your lips are his favourite song, while his name is like a prayer that you recite every night. tonight just so happened to be the first, with many more sessions involving your begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. you’re so fucking desperate for his cock when you push back onto him, meeting his thrusts with your own rhythm while the cushions soak up your moans.
eyeing the tv for a second, the male has never felt so glad that he’s set the screensaver to be a boring black screen. it mimics a mirror with the exception of a few blurred visuals due to the semi-matte protector you opted for. “w-wha? jae-“ in a second, jaehyun hauls you up to rest against his chest again, the friction of your shirts uncomfortable from the sweat that manages to seep through. none of you pay much attention, rather to the black screen in front of you that shows how pliant you are for jaehyun.
thighs wide open, while your greedy cunt takes in every inch of jaehyun. it makes him cum right then and there but he holds himself bask the best that he can. “look at you, pretty girl. split open by my fat cock, whining like a good little girl.” the words drives heat up your body like electricity and your body can’t deny itself any longer, grinding down on the length that’s buried deep in you; the sight in front of you only turns you on more. jaehyun is true to his word like a gentleman, driving his dick deep into you instead of making you do the work and soon, he settles into a comfortable pace.
“j-jaehyuuun… shit..” your head finds home on his shoulders, thrown back while his hips continue to piston into you endlessly, heeding your word when you ask him to pick up the pace. “yeah? feel good, darling?” your moans and his combine with the loud, pornographic sounds coming from in between your legs, cunt dripping with arousal with every pump of his pelvis. giddily, you nod at the question, hands tightly wrapped around his arms that were holding your legs open.
“look at the screen, pretty girl.” and you do, mewling in excitement when you witness a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. “should i cum in you? would you like that, hm?” you’re rendered speechless by he fills you up to the brim with his hard thrusts, pussy fluttering around him when you think of him filling you up in another way and you nod again like a dumb little bitch.
“yes- yes yes! fuck, cum in me.” with your confirmation, it unleashes something feral in jaehyun, delivering faster thrusts that you start crying out, reaching all the corners of the small apartment. it contributes to the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, “fill me up, p-please…!” jaehyun emits a deep groan when you say the words, snapping up into you until they get sloppier and messier, thighs tired from his constant movements.
“cumming, cumming, cumming!” you announce it, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you release your juices all over it. jaehyun follows quickly after, hips stuttering before pumping you full of his cum, spurting his seed deep into your womb. the feeling has you shaking, licking your lips in a thrill when the first drop of cum oozes out of you. littering small kisses down the length of your neck, he uses his finger to stuff it back into you. “shit… we can’t waste any of it, can we?” you roll your eyes, turning your head to the side to meet his lips with a smile, silently thanking him for the destress.
“fucking hell, seriously?” holding a piece of paper the next morning, you faintly make out the words through the morning vision. jaehyun looks over your shoulder and lets out a loud laugh, barely escaping your poorly aimed smacks as you figure out how to sort out the noise complaint. “your pussy was just too wet, waking up the whole building-“
Tonight you came home tipsy and woke jaehyun up, he had a big day tomorrow so he needed all the sleep he could get.
You came home horny but got hornier when you saw him standing by the doorway in his pajama pants, only his pajama pants.
So now here he is fucking you oh, so well on the bed. “Fucking slut, waking me up when I have a big day tomorrow?” He tugs on your hair making sure you listened. “Mhmm..” you giggle with a moan. He growls against the shell of your ear and fastens his pace.
“I, oh shit—, I love it when you, you fuck my pussy.” You bite your lip with a moan. “Mm yeah? I fucking love this cunt, gonna breed the fuck out of it, mkay?” You willingly nod.
Jaehyun lets your hair go but instead of letting you fall back onto the sheets, he wraps his hand around your neck. “Gonna choke me?” You ask, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Yeah, gonna choke you so good that you’ll pass out on my dick.” He squeezes around your throat, loving the sound of your choked moans.
Jaehyun notices your head dipping down, you had passed out just like how he said. Jaehyun chuckles to himself and continues fucking himself in you while you passed out.
Has this happened before, yes, yes it has. Maybe, two, three times before.
A few seconds later you regain consciousness. “Welcome back, baby.” He snickers as you began moaning once again.
He thrusts a few more before releasing himself inside you. He pulls out and sits against the headboard. “Let’s go, baby. Come ride me.” He says while softly stroking himself. You had to control your breathing, you sat up and crawled over to the man who patiently waited for you.
He pulls your waist and slams you on his cock. You squeeze his shoulder as his tip immediately touches your sweet spot.
As you bounce yourself onto him, jaehyun squeezes your thighs, messaging them a bit. He held your hips and carefully rubbed them making sure that it wouldn’t cramp up.
“Cmon, baby. Keep riding me, there ya go.” He smirks while watching his cock disappear in your pussy. The sound of your wet pussy slamming against his base made him go crazy.
“Oh, jae! I—I’m so, so close!” He grips your waist and rolls it forwards and back, bringing you closer and closer to your high. A gasp could be heard from you as you came on his cock.
Jaehyun was confused on why you stopped moving your hips for a few minutes, you weren’t done just yet. “Hey, hey,” he lifts your head and softly smacks your cheek. “You aren’t done yet, keep going, baby.” You whine and start rocking your hips.
You start off slow until he smacks your breasts. “Faster, baby.” You grab his shoulders and start bouncing. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him. “Fuck, you dirty little slut.” He smacks your breasts again and then takes them into his mouth.
He sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple. While you worked your hips, he slobbery made out with your nipples. Drool dribbling down his chin as he messily sucked on your nipple.
“God, please tell me you’re close?” He pulls off with a slight pop. “So close, baby. Just a little longer.” He says and eagerly pops your tit back into his mouth.
As you bounced on jaehyuns cock, he pulls off your tit and hugs your waist, lifting it up and then fucking himself upwards into your pussy until he came.
He groans and lifts your hips, watching his hot cum drip out of you. “Wasnt that fun?” You breathlessly shrug. “Maybe i should continue coming home late in a drunken state.” He smacks your ass causing a slight whimper to leave you.