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Red Lipstick

Pairing: johnny suh x reader Genre: mafia!au, angst, suggestive Warnings: kidnapping, swearing, threats, slapping, minor character death, implied sexual violence, speeding (don't speed kids), use of weapons, implied sex (let me know if I missed anything) Words: 9,426

The smell of coffee hit your nose as you walked into the coffee shop, your heeled boots clicking against the ground. Your black cargo pants hugging your legs, tucking your black t-shirt into them. You walked to the counter, the young man behind it giving you a cheeky smile. You just rolled your eyes and gave your order, the man getting to it straight away.

While waiting for your order, you reapplied your red lipstick to your plump lips. That was your signature trademark: you took that lipstick with you everywhere. Your boyfriend Johnny thought it was funny when you first started dating, but now he doesn’t care. He even nicknamed you ‘Red’ because of it, which you find funny, but accepted it anyway.

Your order was called and you grabbed your coffee, thanking the barista. Running your hand through your hair, you left the coffee shop, sipping on your vanilla latte. As you walked back to your car, you felt yourself being watched. You walked a bit further, waiting for Jaehyun to pull up, as he was picking you up. You suddenly heard footsteps behind you and you froze on the spot. You grabbed your knife from under your pant leg quickly, ready to hurt the person stalking you. You turned around and saw no one, when suddenly, you felt yourself being grabbed from behind, your legs kicking out.

“Hey, get off me, you bastard”, you shouted, but the person grabbing you put a cloth over your mouth, and you felt yourself getting faint. Your eyes closed and you suddenly saw black.

When you woke up, you found yourself in a room which looked like a basement. You looked around, trying to see if anyone was in there with you, and when you saw there was no one, you tried to get free. But, to no avail, your hands were tied tightly, feeling your wrists starting to bruise already. A sound of a door opening got your attention, a strange man coming into your view. You tried to look tough but, if you were being honest, you were terrified.

“Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in. Mr Johnny Suh’s girlfriend”, the man said with a sickening smirk. “Let me go, you absolute freak”, you spat, making him chuckle darkly. “Oh darling, we’re not letting you go any time soon. Besides, Johnny has something of ours that we want back. In trade for that, we’ll return you”, he said and you just scoffed. “You really think he will give anything to you? Ha, you really are stupid”, you said, causing the man to frown. He lunged forward, standing in front of you, just staring. Suddenly, you felt a sting across your cheek. “Be cautious with your words, bitch. Cause if not, instead of going back to Johnny alive, you’ll be going in a fucking bodybag, got it?”, he said, gripping your chin, making you look up at him.

You stared at him for a moment, a smirk on your face. You didn’t even think, and spat in his face. The man wiped his face, looking at you darkly. “You’re going to regret that, whore”, he said, and punched you square in the jaw, knocking you backwards. Your hands were suddenly free and you went to make a run for it, but the man was faster. You grabbed you, punching you in the stomach, knocking the air out of you. You coughed from the impact, and felt a knife on your throat. “Don’t tempt me, bitch”, he spat, digging the knife in your throat deeper, causing blood to trickle down. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you felt yourself becoming lightheaded.

The man let go of you all of a sudden, and you hoped he wouldn’t touch you again. You hoped too soon as he grabbed the back of your head, slamming it against a table, knocking you out cold.

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Johnny walked into his office, wiping a bloody knife with a cloth. He had finished interrogating someone from a rival gang, which didn’t end well for the other guy. Basically, it was a deal gone wrong for him, regarding money. He put his knife in his pocket, sitting in his office chair.

“Don’t worry Johnny. We’ll get our money eventually”, Jaehyun said, walking into the office after Johnny. Jaehyun could see the distressed look on Johnny’s face, Johnny rubbing his temples. “I know, I’m just frustrated that the bastard lied straight to my face. He had what was coming to him”, Johnny said, Jaehyun nodding.

“Also, have you heard back from y/n?”, Jaehyun asked the older boy, confusion evident in his voice. Johnny looked up when he heard the question, looking at the younger. “I haven’t, thinking about it. She was supposed to be back an hour ago. Let me call her”, he said, trying to keep his voice sounding calm. He rang your phone and it rang once. Twice. Three times. But no answer.

“Hey, get Taeil to track her phone, now”, Johnny said, getting up and leaving his office. Jaehyun looked confused but went to Taeil anyway. Johnny knew there was something wrong, as you always picked up straight away.

Jaehyun ran to find Taeil, and he saw him on his computer. “Hey, Johnny said you need to track y/n’s phone. She’s not picking up”, Jaehyun said, out of breath from running. Taeil nodded and tracked your phone right away.

“Oh shit”, Taeil said, causing Jaehyun to widen his eyes at what he saw on the computer. “We need to tell Johnny, now”, Jaehyun said, running to find Johnny. He bumped into Yuta and Mark on the way, the two stopping him. “Hey, man, what’s wrong? Wait, aren’t you supposed to be picking y/n up?”, Mark asked, a confused look on his face. Jaehyun realised that he was supposed to be picking you up, and guilt ran through him as if something bad had happened to you, it would be on him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, Jaehyun shouted, being too in the interrogation that he forgot to pick you up from the coffee shop. “We need to find Johnny. y/n has been kidnapped and it’s my fault as I was supposed to pick her up and I…”, his breathing got heavier, feeling himself starting to panic. “Hey, man, calm down, ok? It’s not your fault, you must have been too into the interrogation and that happens sometimes. Don’t beat yourself up. Besides, if something did happen to her, she’s a tough girl”, Yuta tried to reassure him, and he managed to calm Jaehyun down.

The three of them found Johnny attacking a punching bag, taking his anger out on it. “Johnny!”, Jaehyun shouted, getting his attention. Johnny stopped attacking the punching bag, and looked at him. “We have a problem”, Jaehyun said, Johnny’s face dropping.

“Please don’t tell me he’s got her”, Johnny said, snarling at the thought of his worst enemy. “Unfortunately, he does”, Jaehyun said, Yuta and Mark’s blood running cold at the thought of him. “Fucking Hyungsik. I’m gonna beat him to a pulp once I get my hands on him”, Johnny spat, storming out of the room and going to change his clothes.

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When you woke up again, you found yourself lying on the floor. Your whole body was in pain, your core throbbing, but not for good reason. You felt dirty and disgusting, fearing what that dirty animal did to you. You tried not to let yourself cry, wanting to seem tough, but it was too much. You cried and cried, wanting this to be a nightmare. You screamed your heart out, screaming until your throat hurt. Your t-shirt was ripped, your pants halfway down your legs. You pulled them up gently, trying not to cause any more pain to you. You’re glad that your bra is still on, glad that you’re not too exposed. You sat up, your whole body shaking.

Your sobbing had subsided, but tears still ran down your cheeks. You checked the camera on your phone, and saw the mess you were in: your makeup smudged, bruises and cuts all over your face, mascara running down your face. Suddenly, the ringing of your phone made you jump, until you saw the caller ID: Jaehyun. You answered it, your voice shaky.

“J-jaehyun? Please save me, I’m scared and I hurt all over. The sick bastard has done things to me and I want to go home, please”, you were crying again at this point, your sobbing heard on the other end. “We’re coming for you, baby”, you heard Johnny shout, and you smiled hearing his voice. The sound of a door slamming open scared you, your breath hitching. “I gotta go, please hurry”, you pleaded, and you felt yourself being grabbed again, a loud scream leaving your mouth.

Johnny heard your scream through the phone and he revved the car, going faster. “Johnny, be careful”, Yuta warned. “y/n is in trouble and if we don’t hurry, she’s going to fucking die”, Johnny spat, shutting Yuta up. He understands that he’s worried, but he also doesn't want Johnny to crash the car.

He pulled up outside the building you were in, and slammed the brakes on. “Yuta, Jungwoo, Mark, you go in through the front. Me, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Doyoung will go through the back. Taeil and Haechan, you stay in the car and try to hack into the surveillance system. Got it? Ok let’s go”, Johnny ordered, and everyone obeyed. Taeil got his laptop out and hacked his way into the surveillance system and turned the cameras off, Haechan helping him. Yuta, Jungwoo and Mark went through the front of the building, taking out anyone who came in their way. Johnny, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Doyoung did the same round the back of the building.

You were tied up to a chair again, Hyungsik hitting you constantly. The sound of guns firing got your attention, a smile creeping onto your face, knowing you’re about to be saved. “Hey, don’t just stand there you fuckers. Got take them out”, Hyungsik spat to his men, them running out of the basement. Now it was just you and Hyungsik alone in the basement.

Hyungsik stared at you, more specifically your breasts, and licked his lips. “Well sweetheart. Since it’s just us, why don’t we have some fun?”, he smirked and you gagged, feeling disgusted. He walked over to you and straddled you, the smell of whisky evident in his breath. You struggled against him, trying to get him off you. What Hyungsik didn’t know was that you found a little knife before he grabbed you, using the knife to cut through the rope that was binding your hands together.

“Get off me, you sick fuck”, you spat, headbutting him in the face, hearing a crack from his nose. Blood started pooling from his nose, him groaning. “You broke my nose, you stupid slut”, he yelled and he went to grab your legs but luckily, you cut your hands free, using the knife to slice across his face, making him yell from pain. You kicked him in the crotch, running to the door. Unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough and Hyungsik grabbed your legs, pulling you towards him. You screamed bloody murder, your screams mixing in with the sound of bullets being fired. Men yelling outside, the sounds getting closer. Hyungsik pinned you to the floor, before putting his hands around your throat. He gripped your neck, you struggled against him. You hit his arms, trying to get him to release you. You felt yourself losing consciousness, your movements getting slower.

Suddenly, the door to the basement slammed open, Johnny running in, aiming a gun at Hyungsik. “It’s over for you, Hyungsik”, Johnny spat, Hyungsik smirking. “Well, I don’t know about that. Though, I’m sure it is for your girlfriend”, he said, and Johnny saw you lying there, motionless. Johnny yelled and ran towards him, knocking Hyungsik off you, knocking him to the ground. He punched him in the face numerous times, blood going everywhere from the punches. Johnny grabbed Hyungsik’s head, knocking it into the ground a couple of times, hearing a crack. He let go of his head and grabbed his gun, aiming it at his forehead.

“Any last words before you die, you sick fuck?”, Johnny said and Hyungsik smirked. “Yes. Your whore of a girlfriend is so tight”, he smirked, and Johnny lost it. He screamed bloody murder and pulled the trigger. One. Two. Three. Four. Four bullets into Hyungsik’s head. Blood started surrounding his lifeless body, his face unrecognisable from Johnny beating him to a pulp. Johnny got off of him and ran to you and checked your pulse: nothing.

“Fuck! Help!”, Johnny yelled to the others, Taeyong and Doyoung running in, Jaehyun following behind. Jaehyun saw your motionless body, guilt running through him. If only he had picked you up, none of this would have happened. Johnny picked up your body, running to the door. He saw Jaehyun’s face and glared at him. “Don’t”, Johnny warned, Jaehyun confused as to what that meant but followed him outside, Taeyong and Doyoung following.

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It’s been 5 long, painful days for Johnny as you were still unconscious. You had lost a lot of blood, so they had to do a blood transfusion (thankfully, they found your sister and she agreed to it, as she’s type O and they got lucky. Your sister said she would do anything to keep you safe, so she didn’t hesitate to agree).

When they arrived at their base, they took you to the medical room and they made sure you got the right treatment to keep you safe. Now, they’re just waiting for you to wake up. If you wake up.

Johnny sat by your bed, holding your hand. He was looking down, his tears threatening to spill. “Baby, you need to wake up, please. We made a pact, remember? If one of us goes out, the other goes out with them. So, if you don;t fucking wake up, I’m going with you. I love you too much for you to give up on me, Red. You need to wake up”, Johnny was crying at this point, not caring if people see or hear him. He was shaking in his seat, terrified of losing you, the love of his life.

The two of you met 2 years ago. You were in a bar, and some random drunkard tried flirting with you, but you wanted him to leave you alone. Johnny saw you from across the room, seeing how uncomfortable you were. He had his eyes on you the whole night, taking a liking to you. He saw the drunk man tried touching you up, and that’s when he made his move. He saved you from getting assaulted, and you thanked him. You spent the rest of the night by his side, and he took you home, the night filled with laughter and little kisses, which turned into soft, passionate love, something which was the total opposite of his appearance.

After that night, you were surprised to see him the morning after, making you breakfast. That night soon turned into something special, the both of you getting closer and he asked you out a couple of weeks after. You were hesitant at first, due to having a couple of bad breakups in your past. But you soon agreed, wanting to give it a go. You were both inseparable. You didn’t know about Johnny being a mafia leader until a month into your relationship, as he showed up to your house, covered in blood. Johnny thought you would be scared off when he told you, but it was the total opposite. You were so engrossed in his work, wanting to find out more about it.

You met his members after that, and they were wary at first, as Johnny had a few bad relationships in the past. But you proved to them that you were a good person. Out of all of them (apart from Johnny), you were the closest to Jaehyun and he became like your brother. He taught you how to fight and how to defend yourself.

There was a knock on the door, and Johnny’s head turned to look who was there. Jaehyun was at the door, and he looked like someone had just kicked a puppy. “Hey, talk”, Johnny managed to speak out, his crying now turned into little sniffles. Jaehyun walked in and sat at the other end of your bed, his leg bouncing up and down.

Jaehyun took a deep breath before talking. “If only I had remembered to pick her up, none of this would have happened, you know? I’m so fucking stupid”, Jaehyun sobbed out, still feeling guilty about what happened. Johnny sighed and cleared his throat. “Hey, look at me”, he obeyed and Jaehyun looked at him through his tears. “What happened is NOT your fault, ok? So don’t even think that. Stop doubting yourself for a small mistake”, Johnny told him, and Jaehyun felt better, hearing it from Johnny made him feel less guilty.

Johnny and Jaehyun were talking when suddenly, the sound of the machine you were hooked on started beeping. The beeping was going mad, they shouted for help. Taeyong ran in and gave you more morphine, hoping it would help. It seemed to do the trick as the beeping slowed down. They thought everything was ok, so Taeyong walked out again. Until the three of them stopped at the sound of someone’s voice.

“Hello?”, the voice came from you. Johnny placed his hand on your shoulder and you thrashed around. “No, please, don’t touch me”, you screamed and Johnny and Jaehyun had to both pin you down gently, Taeyong holding your legs.

“Baby, it’s me, look”, Johnny said, making you look at him. “Johnny? Jaehyun? Taeyong?”, you asked, looking at the three of them. You started crying, finally feeling safe as you threw yourself in Johnny’s arms, wincing but not giving a care in the world, just glad to be in his arms again. Jaehyun and Taeyong looked at each other, silently agreeing to give the both of you space.

You both pulled away from each other, Johnny admiring your face. The cuts and bruises have started healing, the colour in your skin returning to you. He grabbed the sides of your face gently, and brought you into a passionate kiss. He poured all of his emotions into the kiss, kissing you like it’s the last time. You softly moaned into the kiss, tugging onto his hair gently. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. You smiled through your tears, glad to be alive and safe.

“You scared the shit out of me, Red. Don’t ever do that to me again”, Johnny warned, but you knew he said that out of worry. You kissed his cheek softly and cuddled into his side. “Oh, I think you’re forgetting this”, Johnny spoke up, handing you your red lipstick. You laughed and thanked you, happy you still have it. You never go anywhere without your red lipstick.

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Over the next couple of nights, you woke up in a cold sweat, your body shaking in fear. Nightmares clouded your thoughts, always putting you in a cold sweat. Johnny calms you down whenever you wake up, tears streaming down your face. He always managed to stop you from shaking, kissing your tears away, stroking your hair, and you both fell into dreamland again, cuddling into his side. No nightmares, just happy thoughts.

Though, this particular night was different. You felt trapped, just black clouding your mind. Hyungsik’s voice kept ringing in your head, his sickening smirk burned into you. You screamed for you to wake up, calling out to Johnny for help. Nothing seemed to work as you laid there, sweat soaking you from head to toe, your body shaking in your bed.

You soon felt yourself running, your feet hurting. You ran and ran, trying to get away from something, more like someone, chasing you. The thing grabbed you, pushing you to the ground. Before they could do anything to you, you woke up, screaming at the top of your lungs. You fell off your bed with a thud, your breathing getting heavier, tears blurring your vision.

Johnny heard you scream, running into your shared bedroom. He saw you on the floor, your entire body shaking. He ran towards you, holding you in his grasp. “Sshh, baby, I’m here. You’re safe, no one is going to get you”, he tried calming you down, but your breathing was still erratic. You struggled to breathe, feeling lightheaded. Johnny knew what was happening so he turned you around, making you face him. “Honey, I want you to copy me, ok? Just try and copy my breathing”, he instructed and breathed in and out, hoping you would follow. You followed his breathing, trying to calm down.

After about 10 minutes, your breathing had gone back to normal and your body had stopped shaking. You just laid in Johnny’s arms, feeling exhausted. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed. He went to leave, but you grabbed his wrist. “Please don’t leave me”, you pleaded, fear in your voice. Johnny looked at you with soft eyes, leaning down to kiss your forehead. '`Do you want to sit with me while I do some work?”, he asked softly, you nodding immediately. He picked you up bridal style, and brought you into the living room where he was doing work on his laptop.

You noticed Jaehyun sitting on the couch too, smiling at him. He smiled back and you snuggled into Johnny’s chest as he sat down. Johnny and Jaehyun were softly talking, trying not to disturb you, when Johnny’s phone suddenly rang, your eyes shooting open at the sound. Johnny picked his phone up straight away, putting the device up to his ear.

“Hello? Yeah, that’s ok. Wait, really? How? That’s- wow, that’s great! Ha, we can celebrate. Ok, thanks man”, he said and hung up, a smile on his face. “Why are you so happy, what’s the good news?”, Jaehyun asked, confused at the sudden smile on Johnny’s face. “That was Taeyong. We got our money back”, he said, smiling. Jaehyun cheered, accidentally a bit too loud, as you whined at the noise. “That’s great news, babe”, you said softly, placing a kiss on his chest. Johnny stroked your hair and you soon fell asleep, the sound of Johnny’s heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

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When you woke up, you found yourself back in your bed, your body covered by the sheets. But, you woke up alone. Rubbing your eyes, you got out of bed, putting your dressing gown on and headed downstairs. The smell of bacon hitting your senses, you walked into the kitchen and saw Johnny making breakfast. Johnny turned around at the sound of footsteps, his eyes finding you, and the sight in front of him made his heart warm: your hair messy, your sleepy face, a pout on it. He thought you looked so cute, he wanted to pick you up and tackle you in hugs, but he also didn’t want to burn the house down. “Morning, darling”, Johnny said, plating up plates with bacon, eggs and some toast. You sat down at the table, sleepily eating your breakfast.

Johnny chomped on a piece of bacon, scrolling through his phone, when he came across something. His eyes widened as he read the headline.

Mafia leader Hyungsik dead, causes uproar as his brother goes on a killing spree, murdering innocent civilians

“Well, shit”, Johnny said, your sleepy self now fully awake. “W-what’s wrong?”, you asked, now you have finished your breakfast. “After what happened with Hyungsik, his brother found out and now he’s gone full on psycho, going on a killing spree. I’m sure his stupid ‘minions’ went straight to Hyungsik’s base after the whole commotion. Fuck!”, Johnny suddenly shouted and instead of flinching at the sudden shout, you felt yourself getting angry too. Yes, you’re glad that Hyungsik is dead but you heard about his brother. His brother made Hyungsik seem soft. “Want to go fuck shit up?”, you said, making Johnny widen his eyes. “Honey, are you sure you’re up for it?”, he asked, worried that you might get hurt again.

“I’ll be ok. If anything happens, I’ll shout”, you said and got up to put your plate in the sink, and went to get dressed. Johnny just smiled and put his plate in the sink, following after you. You walked into the bedroom, took your dressing gown off and hung it up. You stripped yourself, your naked body now exposed. Johnny walked in as soon as you were fully naked, seeing the faint cuts and bruises all over you. He came up behind you and kissed the area between your shoulder blades, wrapping his arms around your waist. You turned around in his arms, placing a small kiss on his lips.

“I’m so glad that you’re alive”, Johnny said, his voice soft and gentle. He stared into your eyes, noticing a glimmer in them. You smiled softly up at him, kissing his cheek. “I’m glad that I’m alive too. I’m also glad that the bastard is dead. Now, let’s stop dilly dallying and get ready. I want to kill people”, you said, a hint of humour in your voice. Johnny chuckled at the last two sentences and let go of you, letting you get dressed.

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You tied the laces of your boots, and stood up. Johnny handed a knife and a gun, putting the gun under your pant leg, and the gun under the other pant leg. You put your leather jacket on, and you both went downstairs, ready to leave. A black van suddenly pulled up, the door opening and revealing Taeyong. “You guys ready?”, he asked, the both of you nodding. You got into the van, and Taeil drove away once the door was closed.

“You remember what to do when we get there?”, Johnny asked you, making sure you remember. “Yup. Go in with you, Jaehyun, Yuta and Taeyong, and if something happens, give you a shout”, you said, Johnny smiling. “Good girl. Now, let’s go”, Johnny said as soon as Taeil pulled up, all of you getting out and heading in through the back of the building. You went with Johnny, Jaehyun, Yuta and Taeyong while the others went a different way.

You knew you were getting close as you suddenly heard yelling. “Talk, bitch”, the sound of the voice made your blood boil. Hyungsik’s brother, known as Seonjun, was torturing an innocent civilian, making you angry. You went to run in the room when a hand stopped you, turning around and seeing Jaehyun. He mouthed ‘wait’ and you did. Suddenly, a gunshot went off and all of your heads turned towards where the sound came from. “Seonjun, you absolute piece of shit”, Johnny whispered, making sure he didn't hear them. Blood started pooling out from under the door, the poor individual’s body dropping to the floor with a loud thud.

A loud yell and a slam was heard, the yell coming from Haechan, alerting everyone. Seonjun’s voice boomed through the building, making you jump. “What the fuck?”, he yelled, and you, without thinking, bursted into the room, aiming your gun at him. “y/n!”, Johnny yelled, and they all ran into the room after you, seeing you pointing your gun at Seonjun.

“Hello there, you pretty thing”, Seonjun said, making you gag. “Don’t talk to my girlfriend like that, you freak”, Johnny spat, standing behind you. The rest of the guys ran in, Haechan coming in last. His nose was bleeding, using his hand to wipe away the blood.

“Well, well. Looks like the whole gang's here”, Seonjun smirked, and he grabbed another innocent civilian, putting a knife against their throat. “Seonjun, why are you doing this?”, Johnny asked, a hint of anger in his voice. Seonjun scoffed and chuckled darkly. “Why am I doing this? Well, let me tell you. My brother is fucking dead. Because YOU murdered him. I’m going to make you pay for that. Starting with your girlfriend”, he laughed and suddenly, the knife on the civilian's throat sliced the skin open, blood dripping down their neck. Seonjun dropped the body to the floor and suddenly grabbed your arm, but when he reached for you, you grabbed your knife and stabbed him in the arm. Seonjun screamed and then hit you across the face. That caused an outrage and Johnny suddenly shot one of Seonjun’s men and everyone started shooting.

Dead bodies were on the floor, only a couple of Seonjun’s men were left. Some of the members were injured, but they were only minor injuries. You fought against Seonjun, remembering the tactics Jaehyun taught you. You dodged Seonjun’s punches, kicking him in the stomach. As Seonjun was about to grab you, you flipped and swung your legs around his neck, bringing him to the ground. As you were trapping him on the ground, you failed to notice Seonjun grabbing his gun, aiming it at Johnny. You noticed too late, Seonjun pulling the trigger, hitting Johnny in the chest.

“NO!”, you screamed, getting off Seonjun and getting on top of him, fighting against him. Something clicked inside of you and you went mental, hitting and punching him. You noticed a crowbar beside you, and you grabbed it. The others saw you and they tried to stop you, but it was no use. You lifted the crowbar, and started hitting Seonjun over the head. Blow after blow, you didn’t stop until you were sure he was dead. Blood splashing you in the face, you dropped the crowbar, getting off of Seonjun’s lifeless body. To make sure he was actually dead, you grabbed a gun and pulled the trigger, hitting him several times in the chest, screaming at the top of your lungs.

You dropped the gun and ran towards Johnny, blood gushing out of his chest. “Johnny, baby, stay with me, please”, you cried, putting pressure on his wound, making Johnny cry of pain. You looked around and saw his members standing there, frozen. “What are you just standing there for? HELP ME!”, you screamed, the others came to their senses and ran towards Johnny, Jaehyun pulling you off him so Taeyong and Yuta could lift him. You thrashed against Jaehyun, kicking your feet out, crying your heart out. You suddenly felt yourself growing tired, falling into Jaehyun. He picked you up and took one last glance at Seonjun, his body just lying there, motionless. He scoffed and left, holding you in his arms as he followed the others to the van.

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You sat by Johnny’s bed, his body motionless. You held his hand, gripping it tightly. You haven’t stopped crying, your body growing exhausted from the amount of crying you’ve done. “Johnny, you need to wake up soon, ok? Please, don’t give up on me. I didn’t give up on you, so don’t you dare leave me”, you said through your tears. It’s been a couple of hours since he got shot and thankfully, they patched him up just in time. He only lost a bit of blood, but you’re still worried about him.

A hand moving got your attention, noticing Johnny’s eyes opening. “Oh my god, you’re awake”, you said, smiling, the taste of salty tears on your lips. Johnny sat up, wincing, but managed to sit up successfully without help. “Hey, baby”, Johnny smiled at you, the feeling of your lips on his forehead. “He’s awake!”, you yelled to no one in particular, Jaehyun and Taeyong running in, seeing their leader awake. You hugged Johnny, crying tears of happiness. He hugged you back, not caring about the pain in his chest.

“By the way, what happened to Seonjun?”, Johnny asked, Jaehyun and Taeyong looking at you. “Your girlfriend literally beat him to death”, Taeyong said, Johnny looking at you with wide eyes. You looked down at your knuckles, all bruised and bloody. Johnny lifted your chin with his finger, using his thumb to wipe the lipstick smudge at the corner of your red lips.

“Guess we don’t need to worry about him anymore”, Johnny smiled softly, you nodding your head. After beating Seonjun up, you felt….. different. You felt like a different person and to be honest, you don’t like it. You felt like a murderer and Johnny could sense there was something off by your facial expression. “Red, look at me”, Johnny instructed, and you did. Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. Johnny wiped the tears away from your eyes, stroking your cheek.

“What you did, don’t feel guilty, ok? He was a disgusting individual and he got what was coming to him”, he said, trying to reassure you. You sighed and nodded your head, sitting back in the chair.

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A few days had passed since Johnny got shot, and he seemed to be doing better. He sat at the edge of the bed, looking at his bare chest in the mirror. He ran his fingers over the area where he was shot, and he just smiled. “You’re a warrior, you know?”, you leaned against the door frame of your bedroom, admiring Johnny. He just chuckled at you, patting the bed next to him.

“Well, I guess we’re both warriors”, he smiled at you as you sat next to him. You ran your hand over his shoulder, up to his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Johnny gripped the hem of your t-shirt, lifting it up and over your head. He laid you down softly, your back hitting the sheets.

Sounds of pleasure escaped your mouths, your skin hot to Johnny’s touch. The night was filled with soft, passionate love making. Your hands gripped his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades. You soon fell asleep in his arms, your head buried into his chest, soft snores leaving the both of you.

The sound of a door banging woke you up from your slumber, noticing the sun peeking in through the curtains. The clock read 7am, making you confused at who the fuck would be at your door at this hour of the morning. You put Johnny’s shirt over your bare chest, the shirt covering your panties. You tiptoed down the stairs, being on edge. You peeped through the peephole, seeing an unusual man standing at the door. You hesitated before opening the door slowly. You stared at the man as he turned around, when suddenly…

Bang

The sound of a gun going off woke Johnny up, and he sat up immediately. He saw your side of the bed empty and got off the bed. He didn’t bother putting a shirt on and ran down the stairs in his boxers, thinking the worst. He stood by the front door, seeing the scene in front of him: you were standing there, blood splatters on your face and Johnny’s shirt, the dead body of a man lying on the doorstep. Both yours and Johnny’s eyes set on the culprit: Jaehyun. “Jaehyun? What are you doing here? And what the fuck happened?”, Johnny asked, holding you in his arms while you wiped the blood off your face.

“Well, I couldn’t really sleep so I decided to go for a drive. I saw a strange looking van and thought I should follow it, and that’s when I saw the van pull up outside your house. I stayed hidden while I saw him get out of his van, and I noticed a gun in his hand. That’s when I quietly got out of the car, and here we are”, Jaehyun explained. “Do you know who this guy is?”Johnny asked and you bent down to identify the body. You turned him around and that’s when you fell backwards out of shock.

“What? Do you know him?”, Jaehyun asked and you looked up at him. “This is the guy that served me my coffee the day I got kidnapped”, you said, your breathing starting to get heavy. Johnny brought you into his arms and calmed you down. If people like him were everywhere, you knew that you’re not safe.

“What do we do? If they’re everywhere, we’re not safe”, you said, looking at both of them. “Jaehyun, you take his body and dump it somewhere. Honey, come with me”, Johnny said and held your hand, leading you somewhere. Jaehyun picked up the guy’s dead body, and put it in the boot of his car, before driving off.

Johnny sat you down on the couch in the living room, putting his hands on your knees. He looked you in the eyes, and you didn’t recognise the emotion in them. “You trust me, right?”, Johnny asked and you were confused. “Of course I do. Johnny, what are you thinking?”, you asked, afraid of what he was thinking. Johnny sighed and hesitated before speaking. “What I need you to do is this: run away. Run as far from here as possible. Make sure you leave no trace where they can’t find you. We’ll find each other again, I promise”, he said and you were shocked. He really thinks you’re just going to leave him? After everything you’ve been through?

“No, absolutely not. We’re in this together, don’t tell me you forgot about the pact we made? One of us dies, the other goes too? Well, it’s also about us sticking together, no matter what the fuck happens, ok? So, no. I’m staying here”, you stood your ground, not wanting to leave him. Johnny stood up, tugging his hair. “Baby, I’m doing this to protect us all, and we’ll find each other again. Whether that’s tomorrow, next week or next month. I fucking love you and there’s absolutely no way I’m leaving you, so don’t think that. Now, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you: I want you to run far from here”, he said, you just sitting there, taking his words in.

Johnny had a point and he didn’t want any of his members to get hurt, and you felt selfish for refusing, just thinking about the two of you. You stood up and stared him dead in the eye. “Tell me what I need to do”, you said and Johnny sighed out of relief, thankful that you listened to him. “Ok so, pack a bag of clothes and a gun, just in case. Don’t take your phone, they’ll be able to track you otherwise”, Johnny said, and hearing him tell you not to take your phone made your eyes widen.

“B-but, how will I contact you and the guys?”, you asked, scared that you won’t be able to contact him without it. “Don’t worry honey. We’ll find each other. We always do, don’t we?”, he said and kissed your forehead, pushing you towards the stairs to get ready.

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You grabbed your duffel bag, leaving the house. You turned around and took one last look at Johnny, the last look you’ll give him for god knows how long. Your sister was sitting in the car, waiting for you to get in. You dropped your duffel bag, ran to Johnny and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Johnny tasted his tears through the kiss, the saltiness mixing in with the saliva as you pulled away. You were both crying, leaving each other for a while but it was for the best. “I love you”, you said to Johnny, walking to your sister's car. “I love you too, Red”, Johnny said, the nickname he gave you slipping off his tongue. You got in the passenger seat, hugging your sister.

You told your sister to drive to the airport, and you waved to Johnny, seeing him wave back. You thought it would be best to leave the country, your sister going with you. “You got everything?”, you asked your sister, looking at her while she focused on the road. “Yeah, I even left my phone at home. My poor phone”, she said dramatically, making you laugh. She was always dramatic during situations like these, but she only did that to make you laugh, something she’s done since you were younger.

You both arrived at the airport, getting your stuff out the boot and walking towards the terminal. You both went through the terminal and then headed towards where your plane is, walking along the bridge side by side. “You ok?”, your sister asked, sensing your uneasiness. “Yeah, just thinking. What if they end up finding us?”, you said, worry in your voice. “Hey, whatever happens, just know that we have each other”, she reassured you and you smiled, walking onto the plane. The steward showed you your seats and you both sat down, getting ready to be in for a long journey.

The plane took off and you both held hands, smiling at each other. You then linked your pinkies together and, at the same time, whispered out ‘together’, which is your way of saying, ‘through thick and thin, I’ll stay by your side, no matter what’.

After a long 11 and a half hours, you had finally landed in London. You got your stuff and walked off the plane, your sister following behind you. You walked through the terminal, and then you left the airport. You called for a taxi and the both of you got in, telling the driver to take you to the nearest hotel.

The driver pulled up outside the hotel, putting the brakes on. You thanked the driver and went to pay, but realised you had no money. “Shit, I have no money”, you said to your sister, her eyes widening. “Don’t worry ladies. It’s ok”, the driver suddenly said, shocking the both of you. You thanked the driver and got out, grabbing your bags and heading into the hotel. You went to the front desk and asked for a room. “I already have a room for you ladies, here’s your key. Don’t worry, it’s already paid for”, the lady said, handing you your keycard. You were confused as to who could have done that. The only people who know you’re out of the country are the guys but, how did they know the exact hotel to pay for?

You decided to let it go and grabbed the keycard and went to your room. You used the keycard to unlock your room, and went inside. You saw two king size beds, a flatscreen tv and a bar. You didn’t care who paid for the room, since you were in love.

Your sister threw herself on one of the beds, which made you laugh. You did the same, and felt like you were on cloud nine. Being in an expensive hotel room, a bar full of wine and staying with your sister was your ideal heaven. If only Johnny was here. You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling the jetlag getting to you.

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It’s been about 3 months since you left Seoul, and you were sitting on the edge of your bed, applying your red lipstick to your lips. “Wow, you look nice”, your sister said, admiring the black dress you were wearing. You smiled at the compliment and put your heels on, grabbing your purse. “You sure you don’t want to come out with me?”, you asked, watching your sister use a towel to run through her wet hair. “I’m sure. I’ll probably have an early night. I’m tired”, your sister yawned, you cooed at your younger sister. “Well, see you when I get back”, you said, and placed a kiss on the top of her head, waving her goodbye as you left the room.

You left the hotel, heading to a bar, your purse swinging with every step you take. You were admiring the building around you, not looking where you were going when suddenly, you knocked into someone. Your purse fell on the floor, everything falling out of it. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry”, you said, bending down to pick everything up. “It’s alright, honey”, the familiar voice rang in your ears, making you look up. After 3 whole months, the man you love with your whole life is standing in front of you.

“Oh my god, Johnny”, you yelled, not caring if people stare at you, as you stood up and threw yourself in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god. Is this real? Holy shit”, you rambled on, Johnny’s laughter ringing in your ears. You pulled away from the hug and inspected him. His black hair was now a light brown, and his hair was longer. Your appearance had changed too: your hair, which was down your back, was now just above your shoulders, and dyed brown. “Where are the others?”, you asked. “Oh, we actually found an empty building and decided to use that as our new base. The others are there now”, Johnny said, and you still couldn’t believe he was standing in front of you.

You just couldn’t help but stare at Johnny. You were so used to seeing him wearing shirts and dress pants, so seeing him wearing tight clothes just…. did something to you. His muscles were exposed by the white t-shirt he was wearing, accompanied by a pair of ripped jeans which made his legs look longer, and his favourite pair of black boots.

Johnny smirked as he saw you staring, more specifically at his muscles, and his laughter brought you out of your trance. “Love, you’re staring again”, he said and you blushed. You may have a habit of staring at Johnny whenever his muscles were exposed and even though he didn’t say anything about it, he chuckled to himself whenever he noticed.

“Oh, you gotta come see our hotel room. It’s so fancy, there’s a wine bar and a flatscreen tv. We felt so expensive just being in there”, you said and Johnny chuckled, following you back to the hotel. Just as you got a couple of feet from the hotel, a massive explosion blasted you backwards, your back hitting the ground with a thud. “y/n!”Johnny ran towards you, helping you up. You saw the whole hotel on fire, a hole in the building. “No, my sister is in there. MINA!”, you shouted, trying to run towards the hotel, but Johnny stopped you. “LET ME GO”, you cried out, struggling against him.

“I know she’s your sister, but you can’t go in there. You’ll get yourself hurt. Let me go”, Johnny said, and ran into the burning building, leaving you there by yourself. You stood there for a few minutes and without thinking, you ran after Johnny, not caring if people called for you to not go in there.

The flames burned against your bare arms, the fumes stinging your eyes. The sound of broken glass getting crushed under your shoes, along with other pieces of debris from the building. You headed straight to the stairs and ran up them, careful not to trip. You managed to reach the floor you were staying on, pushing pieces of debris out of the way. Smoke clouded your vision, making it hard to see or breathe. The sound of people screaming for help and out of pain were heard from all directions, the sound bringing tears to your eyes.

Through the fire and smoke, you saw someone carrying a person. The silhouette came closer and you realised it was Johnny carrying your sister. The feeling of hope inside you soon turned to dread as you realised, Mina wasn’t moving. Johnny saw you and he ran towards you, firefighters moving behind you.

“Miss, you shouldn’t be here. As for you young man, come on”, the firefighters guided you downstairs, making sure you were out safely. You left the burning building and coughed your lungs up, feeling smoke getting into your lungs. You were guided to an ambulance, a paramedic putting an oxygen mask over your mouth. You breathed in the oxygen, soon feeling better.

You saw Johnny placing your sister on a stretcher, another paramedic doing CPR. The paramedic did it for a couple of minutes when you soon saw him shake his head, and stepped backwards. You screamed, tears spilling out of your eyes. Your sister was the only family you had left, and now she’s gone. You took the oxygen mask of you, and ran towards her, her pale face covered in burn marks and cuts. You fell to your knees, holding your hand. “No, please. You’re not supposed to leave me so soon. Wake up”, you cried, Johnny putting a hand on your shoulder, everyone looking at you crying. “WAKE UP”, you screamed, startling some people from how loud your voice was.

You stood up and watched the paramedics take your sister's lifeless body away, putting her in the back of the ambulance. You felt your blood boil, wanting to kill whoever did this. Johnny held your hand and took you to his car, clutching your purse in your hand.

Johnny sped to the base, his hands gripping the steering wheel, his fingers going white. You had a face like thunder, feeling so angry at the fact that your sister was killed, no, murdered. Johnny arrived at the base, you looking at how big it was. Johnny slammed the brakes on, turning the ignition off. You took your seatbelt off, got out the car and slammed the door behind you, storming into the building.

You opened the door, walked in, and saw Jaehyun. “y/n?”, he said, and you walked up to him, hugging him tightly. He hugged you back, and you cried. Out of anger, sadness, tiredness and just because you’re so done with everything. Jaehyun rubbed your back and Johnny walked in, seeing the two of you. “What the fuck happened?”, Jaehyun asked, seeing the state the both of you were in.

“The hotel y/n and her sister were staying in? Some fucker thought it would be funny and blow it up. And now Mina is dead”, Johnny said, voice full of anger and frustration. “Shit”, Jaehyun said, pulling you in tighter. You pulled out of the hug and straightened your dress. You wiped down your dress, getting rid of any dust and smoke that went on it.

Johnny showed you to where your room was, and you stripped yourself down, your bare body feeling the sudden cold. You walked into the ensuite bathroom and decided to get a shower.

The warm water ran down your back, the water relaxing your muscles. Your tears suddenly got mixed in with the water, sobs leaving you. You felt someone behind you, engulfed you in his arms. Johnny turned you around, burying your face in his chest, running his hand through your wet hair.

You pulled away from Johnny and held his cheek, bringing his face down to you, and attached your lips to his. The taste of your salty tears mixed in with the water, the kiss deepening. Johnny pushed you up against the wall gently, holding your hips. You moaned softly into the kiss, his mouth swallowing it up. He stuck his tongue in your mouth, making you gasp. You pulled away, stopping before the kiss escalated.

You both washed each other's hair and body, and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your bodies. You finally felt clean, no longer covered in dirt and ash. You left the bathroom and got dried and dressed, flopping down on the comfy bed. Johnny got into bed after you and pulled you into him, putting your head on his chest. The sound of his breathing lulled you to sleep, falling into dreamland.

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It was the day of Mina’s funeral, and you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your bold red lip stood out from the natural eye makeup you had on. You slipped on your black jacket over your dress, smoothing the material down. You put on your boots, and walked out the bedroom. You stood there for a moment, trying to keep your tears in. Johnny walked up to you and held his hand out, a sombre expression painting his face.

You held his hand and you left the building, heading towards Johnny’s car. Johnny started the car and drove away, following the hearse in front of him. He drove with one hand and held yours with his other, putting it to his lips and kissing it every now and then.

You arrived at where the funeral was taking place, and you got out of the car. You and Johnny looked at each other for a moment before you walked forward, hand in hand, towards the building.

The entirety of the funeral was full of crying. It was just you and the guys at the funeral, along with the vicar. It was now time to bury her body, all of you standing round the coffin. You all said a little something before the coffin was lowered into the ground. You looked up and suddenly saw someone walking away, and you let go of Johnny’s hand. “I’ll be right back”, you said through sniffles, and Johnny watched you as you walked away, going towards the figure in all black.

You caught up with the figure, calling out to them. “Hey, what are you doing?”, you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. The figure just stood there, not moving a muscle. “Hey, asshole, I’m talking to you”, you shouted and it got the attention of the others. They all turned their heads and saw you trying to get the attention of a mysterious individual.

The person suddenly turned around, showing their face. They had a scar across their face, going from the corner of their right eye down to the corner of the left side of their mouth. The man in front of you gave you a sickening grin, taking a gun out of his pocket, aiming it at you. You didn’t even flinch when the gun pointed at you, your eyes just staring at the man. You had no facial expression, you just stood there, emotionless. The guys saw the gun and went to help but you turned to look at them.

“Please don’t get involved, ok? I want you guys to stay there and let me handle this”, you said, sounding rather calm, which scared the others, especially Johnny. They’re not used to seeing you like this, so it frightened them to the core.

You walked slowly towards the man, taking the gun off him gently. The fact that you were being so calm right now made the man confused, wanting him for you to be scared and scream out. You held the gun and aimed it at the man.

“How many?”, you asked, your voice sounding calm, which was the total opposite of the rage you were currently feeling. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling. You need to be specific”, the man said, smirking at you. “How many of you are left?”, you asked again, being more specific this time. “I don’t know”, the man just replied, shrugging his shoulders. But you didn’t like that.

“HOW MANY ARE THERE?!”, you suddenly shouted, startling everyone around you. The man jumped backwards, fearing you all of a sudden. “It’s just me. I’m the only one left”, the man said quickly, hoping you would believe him. “I swear, I’m the only one left. I’m not lying”, he added on quickly, your face still emotionless.

You looked down at the ground, lowering the gun. The man sighed out of relief, thinking he’s now safe. You suddenly looked up again and stared at him for a few seconds. “Good”, that’s all you said before you pulled the trigger, shooting him right in the head. His body hit the ground with a thud, you dropping the gun to the floor. You turned around and walked towards the guys, ignoring their expressions. You walked to where your sisters had been buried, and just stood there. The guys suddenly appeared behind you, Johnny wrapping his arms around you and putting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you, Mina. Rest well, my angel”, you said, a tear rolling down your cheek. You all went to your cars, hoping your new lives in London would get better.

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thencitytales · 2 years

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Essay writing - JHS

🌷 Pairing: Johnny Suh of NCT x gn!reader

🌷 wc: 1.5k

🌷 Fluffy Fluff

🌷Warnings: I think there are none, let me know if I'm wrong!

🌷Hello again my friends! Finally wrote something new! Reader I awfully late on assignments and Johnny is ready to help! Hope you enjoy! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

(image found on Pinterest, creds to the rightful owners)

A blank slate.

It was 11.30 PM and you were staring at a blank document that had to be turned in, in half an hour.

You fucked up.

You fucked up bad this time.

No cup of coffee could’ve helped you.

In under half an hour you had to write at least 5000 words on a topic you had no idea about. An essay that was worth 50% of your grade. And your crush comfortably lying in your bed.

“It’s not going to write itself Y/N”

“Thanks for the insight, Johnny. I must’ve gotten the wrong model of computer, how silly of me!” You turned around and saw him sprawled out on your bed in all his majesty with his grey sweatpants and his favorite hoodie. He smiled and winked at you.

“Listen it’s not like you have to turn it in at exactly midnight, do you?” He said calmly.

“Are you an idiot or do you just ask stupid questions for a living?” He chuckled at your sarcasm, a thing he had come to like during the short period of your friendship.

“What I mean is, you can take your time and then say you had problems with the wi-fi or something. It’s going to be a matter of a couple of hours anyways.” He just stared at you after finishing his sentence, expectantly.

You pondered what he just said.

Despite what everybody said, Mr. Yoon was not all that bad. You’re sure he would’ve let it slide.

You looked back at Johnny.

“True,” You said.

“C’mon,” He said getting up and reaching for the stool at the side of your bed. He positioned himself next to you, at your desk.

“I’ll help you.”

“Aren’t you here to see Jaehyun?” Johnny was one of your roommates’ best friends after all, so there wasn’t a single chance he was here for you.

You basically only saw each other during lectures and at some of the parties that his frat organized. He was just your silly little crush. Nothing serious at all.

“Is he here?” Johnny knew Jaehyun wasn’t. He got stuck at his job at the grocery store when his boss asked him to revise the inventory that one of the new kids made. Which was, of course, full of errors and he had to redo it from scratch.

“Well, he should be here any minute now.” You answered back oblivious of how busy the boy actually was. A glint of sadness could be seen in your eyes, it was almost imperceptible, but it was there.

“Well, he can wait. I feel like this is more urgent.” You smiled, happy about his answer and about spending more time with him.

“Besides, you’re prettier. Spending time with you is more enjoyable, even just for that.”

He knew what he did. He saw the natural blush creeping up your cheeks and he was having a blast.

Not only because he liked having this effect on girls.

He especially liked having this effect on you.

He liked you very much. Like very, very much. You were the only girl in a long time that didn’t bluntly try to flirt with him. You were just able to, somehow, be yourself.

The truth is that after a while you just gave up on trying to impress him because you saw how many prettier girls were flirting with him and lost the will to even try.

Johnny also liked your sense of humor. It wasn’t quite like his but they completed each other well. You laughed at most of his jokes (not all of them, that’s important for him). You laughed because you found them genuinely funny and not just because you wanted him to think you thought he was funny, like any other pick-me girl.

And last but not least, he found you so damn beautiful.

The other girls really had nothing on you in his eyes. He couldn’t quite understand where it all came from.

He just remembers that, at one of those infamous parties, you were both drunk, out on the lawn with Jaehyun and his girlfriend. Out of nowhere, fireworks started to explode in the distance giving you a free show. You were looking at them wide-eyed with the brightest smile on your face, almost stuck in a trance. Johnny turned to look at you and just couldn’t turn back to the pyrotechnic show.

You were the best show he could enjoy right at that moment.

“Thank you, you are prettier than Jaehyun too.” He stays silent for a moment, taken aback.

“That’s not what you usually tell me!” He nudged you with his elbow, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I’m trying to be nice, just like you. Besides, I am taking a risk by boosting your ego this much, it’s already pretty big, I might regret it later.” He chuckled.

This is what he liked about your friendship. The fact that you could bicker with one another freely.

Sadly, as previously stated, it was just a friendship.

He knew he had some sort of effect on you, but he thought it was just because you found him attractive. After all, he was undeniably handsome, whoever said the contrary would have been lying and everybody knew that.

So he would tease you, making you blush and whatnot and his heart told him that maybe that meant he had a chance at something serious with you, but his head told him it was just his overall appearance.

On the other side, there was you. Hopelessly in love. Extremely in denial.

You had your feelings hurt before. By frat guys. By J names. You mention it, somebody that fits the description probably broke your heart already.

So at this point, you’re pretty good at not getting your hopes up. Or at least your head is. Your heart still has to receive the message.

With both of your minds working at full capacity, about three cups of coffee each and a Red Bull for Johnny alone, that he chugged all in one big sip, In about an hour and a half the essay was done. It was not the best, but it was good enough.

You quickly scribbled an email with a streak of excuses and sent everything to Mr. Yoon.

Johnny laid back down on your bed.

“You know, I might have to make you pay rent if you stay on my bed for another minute.” You said to him.

“Well, only if you agree to split it with me” He shot you a wink, his flirty side coming out every chance he got.

“Well, that doesn’t make any sense” You said, thinking about his words.

“Just come here, will you?” He patted the free space next to him.

Something in his tone was different. It wasn’t as flirty as before. It sounded like he meant it, like he wanted you right by his side.

You got up from your chair, after closing the laptop, and went to lay beside him.

He welcomed you, trapping you in a warm hug.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled trying to get out of his grip, but that only made him tighten his arms even more.

Suddenly, you both came to a still when you realized how close you two actually were. It’s not like you never hugged before, but this time it felt different. Something about the way you two were behaving right now felt so domestic.

So right.

He moved without thinking. His muscles were doing the work for him. Hands changing position, one sliding down to your waist and the other coming up to cup your face.

You were still, trying to process everything that was happening. What you were feeling, what he was feeling and what both of you wanted to happen next.

And then, at the same time, you closed the space between you. Lips crashing in an awkward, but still romantic kiss. He tried to adjust the angle, to make it a bit more comfortable, but as soon as his lips were off of yours, you laughed.

“What?” He asked, not sure how to feel. Was it wrong? Did he make a mistake?

“I heard stories about how good a kisser you are, but that was awful, Suh.”

“Oh my God, I hate you so much” He started laughing as well and threw a pillow at you.

“No you don’t” You quickly moved closer to him once again.

“But you’re lucky, I don’t hate you either” You finished your sentence with a peck on his lips.

Right at that moment, the door to your room swung open.

“I HATE MY BOSS, I HATE THAT KID, WHERE THE HELL IS JOHNNY HE SAID HE WAS STILL HERE” Jaehyun started ranting about his day, but quickly came to a halt seeing the two of you.

“Really? My roommate? Johnny, I have no words left for you, now please, would you come to my aid? Really need to play some games or something.” He said exiting the door.

“That was a nice monologue.” Johnny looked at you.

“And I’m just so lucky there’s at least another hour of that for me” He said getting up and following his best friend.

“I’ll wait for you here!” You said smilig.

“I think I like the sound of that.

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favoritejohn · 3 years

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he just.... walks around like that?

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suhyongbok · 2 years

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dreaming that johnny suh called himself my boyfriend and kissed me in public should be an everyday occurrence

#this is becoming a journal idc #so its was nye #and for some reason nct was in my hom #hometown*#i found them and i acted lost? idk but i saw yuta mark jungwoo and jaehyun #but i wanted to see johnny before i got kicked out #the staff realizes im a fan and gives me their album posters and pcs #and after a while theyre driving us back to my home and i realize i left some of the stuff they gave me #johnny lowkey complains that it was a waste of money and i feel so bad #but then he drives me back to where they were and hes so quiet #and i said: dont take this the wrong way but for some reason i thought u were more talkative #after that he turns more friendly and checks us in in a club #he says we are mr and mrs suh and tells them to prep me #he goes away while im supposedly taken to wax and get bathed #but the girl takes too long and im telling her to hurry bc i wanna see my boyfriend and then he shows up #fresh out of the shower and in a black suit with his hair brushed back #thats when he kisses me and sucks a HICKEY on me in public #and then we spent the rest of the day touring around the city #grass? dont know her. only the loml john suh

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heartcluez · 2 years

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�� here for you. | johnny suh (m)

sypnosis. you had a bad day at work and johnny is there for you to make your day better.

warnings. fingering, pussy eating, smut

👼🏻 this man has been on my mind lately so yk i had to write for him </3

mr. kim’s voice was low, almost like he was just going to eat you alive. “understood, sir.” you exhale before walking out of the room. as you finally got out of the building, it started to rain. what a lucky day! and just to add another one of your problems, you didn’t have your umbrella. “can my day get any worst?!” you shout out loud, not knowing there were two people right behind you.

you had a bad day today at work. your boss embarrassed you infront of everybody, shouting at you for making a mistake.

“i’m sorry mr. kim, it will not happen again.” you avoided looking up, afraid to see the look on people’s faces as you bore your gaze at your feet. god you wish you could just disappear right now, “if you do this again y/n, i’m going to fire you.”

you turn to look around as you immediately felt embarrassment wash over you. “ah.. sorry, i didn’t know..” you almost mutter, while the two strangers mumbled something to each other before walking away. you groan out to yourself before you palm your forehead.

you felt like you were opening the gates of heaven when you finally arrived at your front door. you’ve been thinking about johnny all day, he was the only one you know who could make you feel better. you open the door and are met by the fresh smell of dinner, taking a deep breath in so you could inhale the delicious scent.

“hey baby, i cooked dinner for us since i know you were coming home late today.” johnny smiles at you, god you could marry this man right here and right now. you walked inside your home as you set your stuff down, your clothes still dripping wet from the rain as you quickly removed your shoes.

“woah, what happened?” asked johnny, as he grabbed the nearest towel he could find and rushed over to you to dab your damp face gently. you sigh, “i just had a bad day today, that’s all.” you leaned your head to his chest, almost falling asleep there. “sorry to hear that baby,” johnny grabbed your chin gently as he stared into your eyes with awe. “come on go get clean clothes so you can enjoy dinner.”

you both stare at each other for what felt like eternity before you nodded lazily as you got off his chest and walked upstairs. you changed into some clean clothes before walking back downstairs. you saw johnny preparing the table for the both of you as he lit up some candles too. “wow, what’s with the candles?” you smile as you took a seat, “i wanted to make this day at least a little better for you since you said you had a bad day at work today.”

johnny replied as he took a seat in front of you, “thank you johnny, you really didn’t have to.” you look up to him smiling at you. you felt warm inside and thought to yourself, what did you do to deserve a man like him? “eat up before it gets cold,” you took a bite out of your meal and immediately melted.

“mmmh, this tastes so good! this is enough to make my day better.” johnny chuckled at your reaction as he took a bite himself.

you both strolled upstairs to your shared bedroom after finishing your supper. it was dark, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon which was perfectly illuminating your bed. you crawl on your bed as you sighed out. johnny closed the door and followed after.

he gets on the bed as he sits down and leans his back on the bed frame, “so, do you wanna talk about your bad day?” you laid your head down on his chest as you stare off in the distance, “my boss yelled at me infront of everybody today, and just for my luck, it started raining the moment i got out of the building.” you sigh, while you slid your hand underneath johnny’s shirt as you drew shapes with your finger on his abs.

“i’m sorry to hear that baby,” johnny shifts from his position, as he was now on top of you, “is there anything i can do to make you feel much better?” johnny placed kisses on your jawline, you look into his eyes and there was a hint of mischief.

“i don't know. anything would be able to make me feel better right now,” you sigh as you cup johnny's face and placed a quick peck on his lips. johnny kissed your jawline for a few more times before moving down to your neck, “what are you trying to do?” you tilted your head to give him a better access,

“let me take care of you baby, close your eyes and relax.” you smile as you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. johnny moved down to your abdomen slowly going towards your lower region.

he swiftly removed your shorts as he placed a quick peck on your clothed cunt, making you hum in approval. “you’re soaking wet baby, don’t tell me this is from the rain too?” he joked while you giggle, “it’s not, i’ve just be thinking about you the whole night. couldn’t wait to get home and see you.” he removed your panties in a quick movement, the cold air hitting your cunt making you breathe out.

he licked your slit, making you let out a breathy moan from your lips. he used his hands to spread out your legs before placing kisses on your cunt. he gave your pussy one last kiss before inserting two fingers in you, making you moan out loud.

“look at you taking my fingers so well, baby,” he kissed your clit as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you in ease. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, wanting more from him.

johnny groans around your pussy when you pulled on his hair, “relax, there’s no need to rush. we have all night,” johnny chuckled before he started sucking on your clit, you absolutely felt euphoric. his other hand made its way up to your tits, massaging them and playing with your hardened nipple. his fingers quicked their pace, while johnny kept licking and sucking your clit.

your body was reacting more today, “johnny.. s’too much..” your back arches when he inserted another finger in you, quickly thrusting them in and out of your hole. you felt your high creeping up on you, “fuck, johnny yes! oh my god,” you moan as you cum around johnny’s fingers. although, johnny did not stop. his fingers kept sliding in and out of you, you could hear sounds of your juices squelching.

he ignored your cries and begs, as your thighs shook from the overstimulation. “feels so good!” you cried out, he loved the way your gummy walls were tightly clenching on his fingers while your arousal coated them. your chest heaving up and down, while johnny curled his fingers reaching your g-spot.

your tiny cunt was aching just from his tongue and his fingers. his hand groping your tits before pinching your nipple and rubbing it between his fingers. “m’ gonna cum!” you saw white little dots prickle at your vision as you felt your 2nd orgasm wash over you, he knows your little pussy is aching by now.

johnny gave one last peck at your slit before making his way up to you, “you did so well for me, baby.” he kissed your neck a few times before making out with you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers, “did that make your day any better?” you giggle as you nod at him, making him smile in return. oh you were so lucky to have someone like him

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writemekpop · 2 years

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Open House | Johnny Suh

Pairing: Johnny Suh x Reader

Summary: To spice up your sex life, you surprise your boyfriend Johnny at work. Things get hot fast…

Genre: Established relationship AU, smut

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Role play, Johnny & Y/n being cute, sexual content, oral sex, public sex

Today, your realtor boyfriend Johnny was working at an open house. You decided to pay him a special visit.

You strutted up to the house, checking your reflection in the lenses of your new cat-eye sunglasses, before slipping them on.

You looked nothing like yourself – which was perfect.

Johnny was talking to a young couple on the front lawn. He looked so handsome in his crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his thick, veined forearms. His sharp trousers complimented his tall frame, and his chestnut hair was gelled just how you liked it.

You touched Johnny’s shoulder. “What is a handsome young man like yourself doing in real estate?” you crooned.

Johnny turned, starting, “Sorry, miss, I have a girl-“

But you quickly pulled off your sunglasses, revealing your face.

Johnny looked totally confused. “Y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were working today.”

“My name is….” You wracked your brain to think of something. “Caramel… Peaches. And I am interested in buying this house.”

Smirking, you whispered, “Just play along.”

Realisation dawned on Johnny’s face.

Suddenly, he flashed you a charming smile and held out his hand. “Johnny Suh. I’ll do everything I can to help you today, Miss… Peaches.” He suppressed a smile.

“Is there anything in particular you’d like to look at?” he asked.

You smirked. “Can customers test out the beds? I want to make sure they’re… suited to my taste. I need a lot of bounce.”

Johnny’s face reddened. He murmured, “I can’t afford to get this horny at work… could we wait till this evening, Miss Peaches?”

You shook your head. “Actually, I’m ready to put an offer on the house. Now.”

Leaning up to Johnny’s ear, you whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear… do I get a discount?”

You swear you could see Johnny’s eyes darken. He swallowed thickly. His eyes flashed right and left, but you eventually saw his lust win against his better judgement. “I think we could… come to an arrangement.”

You twirled a curl of your hair. “Show me the master bedroom?”

Johnny grasped your hand and pulled you into the house, up the stairs, and breathlessly through a door.

He pushed you up against the wall. Before you could say anything, his mouth was on yours, kissing you deeply.

As you kissed, Johnny’s hand slid up your waist and before settling on your breast and squeezing lightly. You gasped softly against his lips.

After a few moments of kissing, you pulled away. As much as you’d love to fuck your boyfriend right there, you were in an open house full of strangers.

So, when you spotted the door to the ensuite bathroom, you hurried in and pulled Johnny in with you.

You locked the door. You didn’t have a lot of time, people would come looking for Johnny soon.

When you turned around, you saw that Johnny was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His legs were spread, and he was palming his crotch, eyes hooded as he watched you.

Johnny had never looked so delicious – his hair falling carelessly over his eyes, his shirt buttons half-undone, his trousers almost bursting open.

You flicked your hair over your shoulders, smirking. “I’m disappointed in your customer service, Mr Suh… no freshly baked cookies?”

Johnny chuckled. “I’ve got something better you can put in your mouth…”

You walked up to Johnny and kneeled on the marble floor in between his legs. You smoothed your hands up his strong thighs, lightly brushing your fingers over the imprint of his cock.

Johnny gasped. “Shit, Y/n,”

You tutted. “That’s not my name”

“Sorry, Caramel.”

You pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. Eyes locked onto his, you undid the zipper of his pants, leaving just enough room to get your hand in. You lowered his boxers.

The sight of him made your mouth water.

“Can I?” You asked, smiling up at him.

Johnny nodded eagerly. “Go ahead.”

Without wasting any more time, you put your mouth on him.

Johnny sucked in a sharp breath, his muscles tightening.

Out of instinct, Johnny’s hand came down to caress the side of your face. You and Johnny had had a lot of practice.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop,” he groaned.

Glancing up at his face and saw his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw slack. You and Johnny had done this many times, but seeing his face twist with pleasure - pleasure that was entirely your doing – sent shivers down your spine every time.

His grunts grew louder and louder. Johnny wasn’t going to last long, you both knew it.

His fingers tightened in your hair. He let out one long, drawn out moan as he finished.

You smirked and dabbed your lips.

Then you stood up and walked over to the sink.

“That was amazing,” Johnny said, still panting. “So not what I expected when I came to work this morning.”

You just hummed in approval.

Johnny stood up and zipped up his pants. “You’re the best girlfriend ever. Marry me, Y/n.”

“Ha!” you cried. “Ask me that when I don’t have your… you know what in my mouth.”

You both started to laugh.

As you were washing your hands, Johnny came and stood behind you. He wrapped his arms around you pulled you in for a back hug.

“I love you,” he mumbled into your hair.

You let Johnny hold you for a few moments, smiling secretly to yourself. Johnny was always like this after sex – cuddly and clingy. So different from his normal cool exterior.

After a few moments, you squirmed out of his grasp. “You’re always so touchy right after you’ve come.”

Johnny smiled a lazy smile. “Can you blame me?”

You stood on your tip toes and pecked his lips.

“We better get back out there,” you said. “Don’t wanna keep the actual clients waiting.”

You walked towards the door, but Johnny caught your wrist and pulled you towards him.

“What about you?” He asked, his fingers curling under the hem of your dress.

You bit your lip, a familiar flutter stirring in your core. “I guess a few more minutes won’t hurt…”

Johnny smirked, pulling you into his arms.

“That’s my girl.”

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neopuppy · 3 years

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Regular-Irregular: Part 1. (M)

Preview: “Is there anything you need from me? Anything I should prepare?” You asks Lucas nervously.

“Well..hah..” Lucas nods down to his crotch, pouting his lips with a smirk. “Nothing can prepare you for this, but if you can get past me.. you’ll be perfect here.” Johnny and Lucas bursts into laughter. Your brows furrowing together, but nodding with a smile none the less.

“Thank you for this opportunity alphas. I won’t let you down.”

Pairing: Female omega reader x alpha Lucas ft alpha Xiaojun

Word Count: 2.7k

Genre: omegaverse, straight up PWOP, pure FICTION.

Smut Warning: degradation, humiliation, big alpha cock, teasing, fingering, knotting, slick, voyeur, cumshot

Intro—>

Second Interview

Red. Form fitting. Tight.

“Something red will impress.” Repeating the words over in your mind admiring over the wine red silky dress. Would this be enough? This felt so wrong, opposite of your usual sense of style. Whatever style that of a broke college graduate with huge student loans could be considered.

“What if he’s not impressed?..” you continue to question pulling into your assigned visitor parking space. “What am I even supposed to do today? I really need this job..” huffing out to no one but yourself as you pull a mirror from your purse.

“You can do this. You got this. Mr. Suh loved you!” You mentally shout out words of encouragement, applying a sheer tinted balm, smacking your lips together.

“Lucas seemed nice right?” Mumbling to yourself, riddled with too many thoughts as you walk toward the elevator. “Yea, I think he liked me? He was excited about me interviewing..” nodding your chin forward, punching the button for the 10th floor. Slapping your own hand away from your mouth before you could nibble over your freshly manicured nails. The doors ding open loudly interrupting your spiraling thoughts.

“Woah..” two alpha’s stand at the floor entrance, looking you up and down. Your pace falters as you step out of the elevator. Nerves shooting about, exploding out of you like fireworks. You pause, with a small bow in their direction.

“Hello.. I’m here for an interview with the HR manager?” you stammer out, gripping at your purse.

“HR?” The shorter alpha questions, fingers stroking across his chin with a smirk. “Hah...second interview?”

“Y-yes...with Luc..”

“Lucas.” The alpha with black hair smiles, displaying bright white teeth. “Love the dress by the way..” he moves to your side, arm resting on the dip of your waist. “Allow me..” he nods, directing you forward.

You swallow following his lead, sweat pooling at your nape. The cold air conditioning blowing across your exposed skin, making it even more obvious how hot you feel. The alpha directs you toward a large room, hand palming at the small of your back.

“Love the pedicure too. Great choice.” He bites down on his lip, pushing the door open.

“Ah, Jaemin you’re back finally... and you’ve brought a gift” Johnny holds out his arms, face brightening up with a smile. “Please come in, bring her to me.”

“Of course boss.” Jaemin directs you toward Mr. Suh, pushing into your back to encourage you forward. Eyes around the conference table all follow your figure, eyes of predators. Eyes of hungry wolves.

“You’re gonna do great, I can tell.” Jaemin leans in, mouthing words directly onto your ear. He shoots you a wink, taking a seat near Lucas. The other alpha lifting his brows pleased with your appearance.

“Let me get a look at you..” Johnny pulls you forward, large hands wrapping around your waist. The heat rushing across your flesh so fast, you’d be a pool of sweat if not for the central air.

“Don’t start without me!” The other alpha from the entrance runs in, shutting the door behind him.

“We should. So you can learn to be on time Haechan.” Johnny says shooting the alpha a glare as he seats. Eyes returning to focus on you. Johnny’s fingers skim up the fabric of your dress, reaching toward the flimsy straps.

“A bra..” he tsks displeased. “Never saw the point in those things, all they do is get in the way.” Johnnys fingers trace beneath your dress, pulling off your bra straps. Hands swiftly returning to your waist, pulling your back into his built chest. He faces you toward the table, nothing but alphas surrounding. Eyes all gleaming with interest, some breathing heavy, others getting more comfortable in their seats.

“You sent the contract back very quickly. You read everything correctly yes?” Johnny tightens an arm around your stomach, hips shoving forward into your ass. He moves your hair to the side, nose running across your neck. Another alpha leans forward on the table biting on his lip. Johnny’s fingers stroking down your upper back removing the clasp from your bra.

“Y-yes..alpha..” you stammer out squeezing your eyes shut. The embarrassment too much, overwhelming your body. Muffled words of disapproval sound out around you. Johnny pulls your bra free, hardened nipples clearly exposed through your dress.

“Keep your eyes open sweetie.” His fingers skim across your jaw, tilting you neck back. “We don’t bite.”

“Yet!..” a deep raspy voice calls out. Your eyes flutter open looking into Johnny’s. The alpha smiles proudly, finger smoothing across your lower lip.

“Good omega’s always do as their told.” Johnny turns your face forward, making sure all the alpha’s see you with your eyes open.

“They follow rules.” Lucas emphasizes tapping a finger into the table. “They don’t argue. Good omega’s listen to everything their alpha’s say.”

“Isn’t he right?” Johnny licks at your earlobe, grinding his hardening length between your ass.

“Yes alpha’s..” your eyes flutter blinking away the moisture gathering up.

“Good omega’s know their place here. You’re nothing more than a stupid fuck hole to take our cum.” The alpha leaning forward closest to you voices out. The rest of the alpha’s nodding in agreement. Your thighs squeeze together, vision blurring behind the pools of tears you try to hold back.

“She likes it..” Johnny’s smile widens, nose digging into your cheek. Forearm gliding down your stomach, hand reaching under your dress. His fingers push between your thighs, squeezing around your mound.

“She’s so wet Jaehyun.” He responds to the alpha leaned on the table. Your own eyes locking with his, receiving a nod of approval.

“Of course she likes it.” Lucas stands up, pushing back his seat. Hands working on removing his belt with ease. “These omega sluts all know deep down inside the only thing they’re good for.”

“Might want to keep this one for myself Lucas” Johnny glares at him, roughly thrusting against you. Lower half bouncing forward into his hand with every movement.

“Aw come on Johnny! It’s been weeks since the last one quit. We’re fucking bored!” The alpha from earlier- Haechan, whines out smacking at his arm rest.

“You’re funny man.” Lucas head shakes, removing his blazer. Lustful eyes roaming over you, working the buttons around his wrists open.

“I’m being serious.” Johnny presses a finger into your slit, thin fabric of your underwear drenched in slick already. “I think I could conduct this portion of the interview better than you.”

“Is that right?” Lucas unzips his pants, pulling out a dick girthy and long enough to pull a shocked gasp out the back of your throat. “Should we grab a ruler?” The alpha smiles proudly with hands on his hips, cock laying against the table. Johnny sighs, pecking over your cheekbone.

“Get through this, you’ll be mine tomorrow.” He murmurs lowly into your ear. Gripping your flimsy underwear with a harsh tug up. Folds wrapping around the soaked fabric.

“Being the boss can be so exhausting.” He groans, shoving your body in Lucas direction. You fall clumsily landing into the alpha’s lap sat near Lucas. His jaw tightens, lifting a thick sharp brow.

“Xiaojun... help me out here.” Lucas snaps fingers at the alpha wrapping arms around your waist. Xiaojun gives you a look, swiping away a tear that finally breaks free.

“I love when they cry.” He grins full of mischief. Something mocking in his tone. You suck in air swallowing down a hiccup nervously. Xiaojun stands up, holding onto the back of your thighs and waist.

“Where do you want her?” He asks with a glance around the room.

“Set her down right here.” Lucas points his chin to the spot on the table in front of him. “Won’t distract you too much from your work, right boys?” The alpha taunts out with a laugh.

Pleased grunts and responses follow. Johnny focuses on setting up a power point, clapping hands together for attention from the group of alpha’s. Xiaojun lays you down in front of Lucas. The alpha grabbing onto your calves, pulling you in closer to fit between your legs.

“Red’s my favorite” Lucas smirks, long fingers gripping your knees, parting you open. “We won’t be needing these.” He bunches your dress up, ripping off the sides of your panties.

“Give me those!” The alpha that led you here- Jaemin calls out with grabby hands. Xiaojun rolls his eyes picking up the slicked up fabric.

“He’s kind of strange.” He peers down at you, shoving the underwear toward Jaemin seated to the side.

“What are we?” Lucas laughs out, hands squeezing down over the meat of your thighs. “Damn, you really are wet.” His brows waggle, fingers pulling your folds open. You squeak out in embarrassment, feeling slick slide down to your ass thick and heavy.

“You’ll never fit in there..” Xiaojun whispers staring between your legs from over Lucas shoulder. The alpha circles around your entrance curiously.

“..but she’s so wet” his forehead creases down the middle. “You taken real alpha dick before baby?” Lucas looks into your eyes with question. Your chest rises rapidly, digging nails into your hands. You lick at your drying lips, trying to regain moisture in your mouth, weakly shaking your head. Lucas sighs, prodding at your entrance.

“You can take it.. “ he pushes a finger inside you, long enough to reach deep in you. “Damn..” Lucas smile widens, pressing into your walls.

“Come here..” he mumbles, pulling you up by your shoulder with his free hand. Lucas leans in gazing at you with lazy desire filled eyes. Another finger working way in you, thick lips pouting out floating near yours.

“If you can’t take my cock, you won’t be hired.” The alpha lowly whispers against your face. Pouty lips skimming up your cheek, pulling your earlobe in. “How badly do you want this job?” Words muffle into your ear between sucking and licking. Lucas pushes a third finger inside you. They’re so long and thick already, the size of his cock can’t even compare.

“Yes alpha..” your face scrunches up in pleasure, fingers working you open. “I want it. I need it.” The high paying position, the alpha’s incredibly fat cock, whichever.

Xiaojun’s hand reaches between your bodies, fingers finding your clit quickly. The alphas work expertly, Lucas thrusting lengthy fingers into you, spreading open and stretching. Xiaojun circles around you clit, squeezing the bud between two fingers. Your head falling forward into the alpha’s chest too overwhelmed and shy to voice out anything.

“You have to take my knot too..” Lucas bites your earlobe, tongue lapping over the abused skin. Your eyes widen, neck weakly lifting. His smile turns vindictive, forehead pressing into yours. “Most omega’s can’t pass this interview.”

“I will.” You purse your lips swallowing down a whine, a fourth finger pushing your walls open. “Fuck..” your head drops forward into his chest again, biting back a moan. Pleasure passing through your stomach with each thrust.

“That’s right..” his fingers slip out, shoving away Xiaojun’s hand. Lucas lifts you off the table, returning to his chair. He turns you around like you weigh nothing to him, biceps flexing through his dress shirt. Lucas sets you on his lap, hard very hard cock nestling between your thighs. An alpha with a hidden forearm below the waist is what he was.

“You ready?” Lucas turns you to look at him, large hand covering the entire side of your face. You hesitate squirming about his lap before stiffly nodding. He holds back a smile digging teeth into his lower lip. Xiaojun swivels his seat closer to Lucas, gripping at the top of your dress. He gives you no time to react, pulling the garment below your breasts. Cold air kissing at your erected nipples. Groans sounding out from the alpha’s less focused on Johnny’s presentation.

Lucas gathers your dress up to your waist, lifting you up enough to prod at your entrance. Cock head sloppily sliding and poking between your heat.

“Fuck yourself on my cock.” He grunts out behind you, keeping you held up. You drop your head for a better look, reaching down gripping around the base of his length. Finger nails barely meeting around him. You swallow in trying to relax with determination. If there’s one thing you had, it was the will to fight for what you want.

Lucas lifts his hips impatiently, cock head pushing past your opened entrance. You squeeze at his base tighter, panting out for air. Slowly inching down the fat length, teeth grinding together in exertion. Head falling back against his shoulder releasing your hold around him. Xiaojun leans in lapping over your nipple, earning a jolt of surprise out of you.

“Fuck.. I’m already half in” Lucas drops back against the chairs head rest. Jaw hanging loosely soaking in your clenching walls. Xiaojun’s fingers return to your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves with quick rubs. You finally cry out, trying so hard to not break. Trying so hard to not appear weak. Lucas let’s out a cocky laugh, thrusting up into you completely. Slick coating around his size with Xiaojun’s help. They play you like a toy, like the helpless little omega you are.

“How’s that feel?” Lucas wraps a hand around your entire neck, pulling you flush against him. He grinds up into you, cock fucking deep past what you even thought possible. Your eyes roll back letting out a deep cry, a pathetic wanton mewl. “Come on, I said fuck yourself on my cock.”

Your eyes squeeze, tears pooling out over your cheeks. Head nodding rapidly- good omega’s always do as their told. You reach a hand out gripping the ledge of the table pulling yourself up. Cunt so stretched and full, slick covering the entirety of Lucas slacks. You fall back down on the size ripping you open, eyes locking with an alpha across from you. His mouth hung open, tongue out like a dog. It’s filthy, a group of attractive alpha’s treating you like nothing but a hole. It’s hot, it’s beyond your wildest fantasies.

“Ugh..” you grit out, working into a speed. Ass slapping back against Lucas. The wet fabric of his shirt uncomfortable against your skin. He lifts his arms behind his head, watching you put on a show.

“Fuck, good omega. Taking all that dick.” The alpha inside of you moans out. You ride him faster, grind against him, balls squishing into your ass. Lucas moves his hands around your neck from behind. He grinds up as you circle around him. Xiaojun bites over your breasts, rolling a nipple bud between his teeth.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum. Pussy’s too good.” Lucas hisses out, he sinks into the seat, thrusting forward roughly. Strong, fast, relentless chasing the urge to knot. You gasp in harshly, fingers gripping at the table. Getting fucked into so good, sensors overloading in lust. Your mouth falls open, walls clamping as much as possible around the alpha. Crying out as slick pours around his size.

“A-alpha!” Your stomach sucks in deep. Lucas jerks in past your orgasm. His face glistening under the lights with sweat. He thrusts in deep one, two, three more times with force. Knot expanding into you, hands around your neck the only thing keeping you in place.

“Fuck! Fuck!!” He cries out raspy, deep and manly. Loads of cum shooting into your womb aggressively. A mixture of many different groans passing through your ears. Lucas sighs, releasing your neck. Body weakly flopping back against him.

“Get her on the table. I’m about to cum.” Xiaojun pants out from beside you. Lucas grunts, standing up with you hanging off his knot. He lifts you with hands under your knees settling you down on all fours. You squirm around, heated cheek pressing into the cool metal. Lucas pulls out, knot only barely starting to go down. Cum spilling free out of your gaped hole immediately.

“Fuck fuck that’s hot.” Xiaojun screams out from behind. Sounds of jerking, slapping his cock over your ass. “Oh shit!” He cums with a shout, shooting in between your ass. You whimper, vision blurred under moisture. Room spinning with alpha’s in suits gazing at you like you’re their next meal. Which you just may be.

“You two done yet?” Johnny questions Lucas and Xiaojun. Lucas shoots him a wide smirk, tucking himself back into his pants.

“She’s hired.” He finishes with a thumbs up before stepping out of the room. Xiaojun’s eyes stay focused on your ass. Pushing and squeezing together your cheeks watching large amounts of cum drip down to the table.

“I’ll get her account connected for direct deposit right now.” You hear Xiaojun’s voice from behind you. He slaps at your ass one final time, nodding Johnny’s way.

The rest of the alpha’s make to head out with Johnny ending the meeting. All slowly walking around the table to get a look at the mess you’ve made. The mess you’ve become.

“You’re going to be a great addition to the team.” Jaemin expresses with a loud lip smack against your ass cheek. “Can’t wait to have fun with you.”

Part 2–>

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fadedncity · 3 years

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lunch break

wc: <700

pairing: johnny x fem!reader

tags: ceo!au, husband!johnny, office sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, hint of a daddy kink

You didn’t come here and plan for this to happen. Were you surprised, though? No, not really, because this is how Johnny is.

You only came to drop off lunch for your husband because he tends to skip meals if someone doesn’t tell him to take a break from working and eat.

When you arrived, his assistant, Haechan, warned you about the mood Johnny’s in. Or was in because now you’re here, and it seemed as if all his problems went away the moment you stepped into his office.

But now the meal you brought him was long forgotten, and instead of digging into his food, Johnny had you on his desk, your legs spread, and his head underneath your sundress.

You combed your fingers through his hair as your other arm supported your weight behind you. Johnny’s strong arms held your thighs apart, preventing them from closing around his head as his tongue dipped into your heat.

The walls were thick enough for your low sighs and shaky breaths to not be heard outside the office, but you still made an effort to be quiet since Haechan’s desk was so close to those mahogany doors.

Your back arched into the air when you felt Johnny’s tongue flick your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

Then you were brought back down to earth when you heard Johnny’s phone ring.

But instead of letting him answer and go off on whoever was on the other line, you picked it up.

“Hello?” you answer

“Mrs. Suh?”

“Haechan,” you smiled, “Mr. Suh is currently enjoying his lunch. How can I help you?”

“oh, um, just remind him he has a meeting in five minutes.” his assistant tells you.

“Meeting in five minutes. Got it. Thank you, Hyuck.” you hung the phone up.

You were close, and Johnny knew it. He slid two fingers inside of you, and you couldn’t help but let a loud moan slip from your lips.

“Johnny-fuck right there, I’m gonna cum.” you tugged at his roots harder, and he moaned into your pussy, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.

“Please, please, Johnny, I’m cumming.” your body shakes as you ride out your high, grinding against your husband’s face as he lapped up your come.

Johnny stands from his chair and kisses you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You moan into his mouth, tasting your essence on his tongue.

“You always taste delicious, princess.” he nips your bottom lip, “always so sweet, just for me.” he deepens the kiss, swirling his tongue around your mouth.

“babe, you have to go,” you mumble against his lips.

He groans, running his hand through his hair, “I know.”

You reach for your panties on his desk, but he beats you to it.

“I’ll hold onto these for you.” he grins.

“Whatever perv.” you joke, “but don’t forget to actually eat. I didn’t waste money on you just for you to not have lunch.”

“Baby, what are you talking about. I am fully replenished. you are the most nutritious thing I’ve eaten all day.”

You roll your eyes at him as you exit his office.

Before you leave, you walk over to Haechan’s desk and whisper to him, “Hyuck, if he gives you a hard time again, just let me know.” you wink at the younger man.

“Of course, Mrs. Suh.” he smiled.

“I’ll see you at home.” Johnny hugs and kisses you.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m still not done playing with you yet..daddy,” you whisper in his ear. That last word comes out of your mouth just as you slip from his arms and toward the elevator.

You saw Johnny’s jaw clench at the name you called him, and it took everything in him to not pull you back into his office and bend you over his desk or fuck you against his floor-to-ceiling windows.

He just watched as your ass bounced with every step you took. He loved and hated you in sundresses.

“Hyuck,” Johnny calls to his assistant

“Sir?”

“Stop drooling over my wife.”

“Yes, sir.” haechan quickly turns his attention back to his computer.

part 2

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maliby · 3 years

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Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary: You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh.

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!”

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment.

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened.

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.”

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?”

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle.

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down.

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand.

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you.

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone.

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one.

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart.

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips.

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression.

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.”

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was.

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard.

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest.

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?”

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done.

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his.

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you.

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels.

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk.

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?”

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back.

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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hyuckssunchip · 3 years

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Reputation

Pairings: Johnny x Reader, ft. nct 127

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, some fluff

Request: Angst 42 and 48 ➵ “You promised.” “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” / @jungcherie

(im so sorry i took so long.... i turned a drabble into a story... oops)

Johnny Suh had a reputation that was unmatched.

There was no other way to put it.

And a reputation like his left trails of tears.

A pool of tears that you were currently drowning in.

It was obvious Johnny was dangerous, perhaps that’s why you were drawn to him. While every single one of your instincts had you fighting and rejecting him, you were desperate for him all the more.

It was March 13th that you lost your first will.

“Y/N, right?”

You turned around to find a familiar face towering over you.

“Yeah.”

It was that stupid smile that had you.

“Hey, we have have Communications together. I was wondering if you wanted to do that project together?” He scratched the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. “I just know that you’re insanely smart so... Sorry, wait, that sounds like I’m just talking to you for your grades.”

You giggled nervously, a habit that you did when you were uncomfortable.

“Look, I just... do you? You know, wanna do the project together? I mean, I’m a pretty smooth talker so I can do the presentation. I get good grades too...”

Stupid smile.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. There’s actually a little party at my frat tonight, you maybe wanna come? Get to know each other before we drown in work?”

Fucking stupid smile.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” You blushed at the idea, cursing at yourself for being so obvious.

Parties weren’t really your thing.

But at the time Johnny Suh was.

Your ears were pounding because of the insanely loud level the music was at. You were actually shocked that no one had called the cops with a noise complaint, but the fact that they were on frat row made more sense.

“Y/N. You made it.” A arm was flung over your shoulder and, thankfully the lights were both dim and flashing enough that he couldn’t see the way that you blushed at the action.

“Yeah. Is it always this loud?” You asked, still not so comfortable with the atmosphere.

“What?” Johnny yelled, pointing at his ear, indicating that he couldn’t hear you. Of course he fucking couldn’t. Then he jerked his thumb to the right, nodding at the backyard, which was seemingly empty.

With his hand placed on your back, he guided you outside, your head already thanking him from the escape of noise pollution. It was far better outside of the house.

The two of you collapsed onto the swinging chair, sighing as you cleared your head.

“So parties aren’t really your thing?” Johnny leaned closer, noting the look of relief that you had donned the moment you exited.

“It’s not that I hate them... I’m just not a fan. I mean a bunch of sweaty, horny drunk people grinding on each other. I just like smaller things.” You explained, staring up at the dark sky, shivering slightly at the cool breeze.

“You didn’t have to come.” Johnny suddenly looked guilty, “I didn’t mean to force you into coming, I just... thought I’d invite you.”

You quickly backtracked, “No, you didn’t force me. If I didn’t want to come, I wouldn’t have.” You ignored the voice in the back of your head that begged to differ.

“Right.” He grinned, as if he could read your mind. “You’re not great at lying, but I’m gonna pretend that I believe you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Were you playing beer pong?” You asked suddenly, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

You laughed, looking away from him, “You have quite the reputation Mr. Suh, even someone like me knows the extent of your skills.”

Johnny smirked, liking how easy you were making it for him. “Is that so? Is that the only skill of mine you’ve heard about?”

You raised your eyebrows, hating the turn that your mind took. “W-what kind of other skills did you have in mind?” You stuttered out.

Suddenly it felt like you were caged in, his arms tense around your frame, causing you to lean back against the back of the swing.

“Tell me what you’ve heard.”

You averted your eyes, unable to take his heavy gaze. His eyes had turned dark, full of lust, and you tried desperately to forget the effect they were having on you.

As if sensing how uncomfortable you were getting, he backed off, dusting off some invisible dirt on his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, happy with a new challenge.

Things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought they were, but that’s what made it fun.

“No that’s so stupid. Are you kidding me? Robin could absolutely never beat Batman. Is that even a question?” Your hands were waving animately, far too much for an argument about fictional superheroes.

“Sure. I’m just saying that Robin could totally catch him off guard, like out of the blue, you know.” Johnny slurped on his drink shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t care.

“No. Absolutely not. First of all Robin doesn’t have the guts to do something like that and second of all Robin doesn’t have any powers. How on Earth would he beat him?”

“Umm... Batman doesn’t have powers either.” He made a duh face at you, which you chose to ignore.

“Yeah, well he’s got money, and that’s basically a super power.”

“Let’s be real, Batman isn’t even really a real superhero. He’s just a hero. Period.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes at the argument. “That’s a whole different story.”

“I’m just saying.” He sang back teasingly.

“And I’m just saying that this is stupid. How did we even get here?” You laughed, trying to remember how this conversation came about.

“Uh, you made the bold choice of saying that the Batman vs. Superman movie was shit. Very controversial by the way.” He frowned at the memory.

You let your bag fall heavily on the library table, earning you a few glares as studying students dug into their books.

You sent an apologetic look before sliding into your seat. “Let’s just get this presentation done. Our presentation date is the 23rd and I don’t even have a clue of what to write it on.”

“Well the topic is influencers that change your life. Do you have anyone in mind?”He asked, flipping through his notebook, which didn’t really have anything but drawings in them.

“Not really, is there anyone for you? I mean influencer is kind of vague isn’t it? We could pick like an athlete too, or a musician. Those are technically influencers right?”

He nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah. Influencers don’t even have to be famous do they? Like they can just be someone in your life that made a huge impact on you. Like your parents or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. But that’s kind of hard when you’re working in groups. Like you’re not gonna want to talk about my grandma, you know. Like you don’t even know her. It’s probably just easier to use a famous icon.”

“Okay, so who?” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it would give him inspiration.

“Hmmm... maybe we could do someone like Michael Jackson. Like he may not have affected us personally, but he affected the way that the music and performance was seen afterwards. That’s influential and life changing right?”

“I guess.” He cocked his head, “We could at least start with brainstorming ideas for him and then if we feel like it’s not working we can change it.”

“Cool. I guess we can start with that then.”

And you did. You spent every afternoon for the next week and half with each other in the library, and a little more outside of it.

“That one’s the big dipper.”

You grinned following his finger, but had more difficulty finding exactly what he saw.

“How do you know it’s not the little dipper?” You teased, squinting in to the dark, the scattered stars really just looking like paint splatters to you.

“Because that’s the little dipper.” He laughed, moving his index finger slightly to the right.

“Oh.”

Johnny leaned back into your space, smiling at you look of concentration quickly falling as you gave up.

“Where’s the North Star?” You asked turning to face him, but sucking in a harsh breath when you found your nose just centimeters from his.

Johnny lowered his voice, whispering and pointing without even turning away, “Right there, it’s the tail of the little dipper.”

It took more effort than you thought to pull away, eyes searching for it.

He leaned back, resting his body weight on his hands. “See it? It’s the brightest one.”

“No,” You pouted scooting forward, as if that would help you see it. “Oh, wait! I see it!”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he saw your face light up.

“Wow.” Suddenly your tone turned more mellow, still in awe. “I’ve always wanted to find the North Star.”

Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Why?”

“Well you know. They say if you get lost, just follow the North Star home.” You turned to face him, eyes sparkling with excitement, but the sound of your voice had gone quiet, almost somber. The smile on your face faded into a sad smile as you all but whispered your next words. “Now I can go home.”

Johnny frowned next to you, not liking the sudden turn in mood. He sat up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“What makes you think that you’re not home right now?” He mumbled on the top of your head, staring straight out in the dark.

“I don’t know. I can just feel it, you know? Like I’m just constantly uneasy.” You sighed, digging your face into his jacket. “I think I’ll be able to tell when I get there.”

There was something in Johnny’s chest that suddenly ached, and he felt a sharp drop in his stomach at the thought.

“Maybe you’ll only ever know once you’ve left home.” He muttered, “Then you’ll know that this is actually what it feels like, and it’s so much worse when you leave.”

You stilled against him for a moment before relaxing, mulling over the thought. “That’s so sad though. Why do we only know we’re happy once we’re sad?”

Johnny shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. Why does God make us hurt to only to help us heal?”

The sound of the wind passing through trees was the only thing that comforted you at the thought.

“I don’t want to have to heal, I don’t want to hurt in the first place.” You whisper out, feeling the most vulnerable you had in a long time.

“I’ll never hurt you.” He rubbed at your arms soothingly, feeling a lump in the back of his throat, but he pushed it away not liking the unfamiliar feeling.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

You let your eyes fall, enjoying just the silence and comfort of each other’s arms and minds.

You woke up wrapped in Johnny’s arms, although it was an unfamiliar feeling you welcomed it with open arms.

Lost in your thoughts for the time being you were suddenly reminded of the conversation you had a couple nights ago.

Was this home?

You had never felt so safe before and it scared you. But you weren’t one to run.

“Good morning.” Johnny mumbled out beside you, his morning voice raspy to the ear.

“Morning.” You whispered back, letting his arm flop over your waist.

“Do you like pancakes?” He asked, letting his eyes fall close again.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah. Taeyong makes some bomb ass pancakes.”

You giggled, “Yeah, I like pancakes. Especially bomb ass pancakes.”

But he didn’t move and it was only after you tapped him questioningly did he speak up. “Do you think he’ll bring them up if I yell loud enough?”

You smacked his chest. “Stop it. We should go down.”

“In a bit.” He answered, nose buried deep in the crevice of your neck.

A few minutes later you heard the clinking of kitchen tools from downstairs and you stirred. “Johnny?”

“Hmmm...”

“Johnny. Let’s go.”

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, but he let you out of his grasp anyways.

“Fine. I’ll meet you downstairs.” You paused as you passed by the mirror, eyes tracing over the marks on your neck that Johnny had left the night before. You blushed, realizing that you didn’t have anything to cover it up with, but quickly moved on, attempting to find your shorts that were discarded in the frenzy of last night.

“Check under the desk.” Johnny said, sitting up and watching you.

Sure enough that’s where they were, although you weren’t really sure how they managed to get there.

You shrugged on the last of your clothes, turning to find Johnny doing the same. It took him less than three steps to get to you, landing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Let’s go.”

Taeyong was undoubtedly the closest of Johnny’s frat brothers to you. He had this really calming and sweet aura about him that just made you want to be friends.

“Good morning Y/N. Blueberry or chocolate?” He asked grinning as he took his eyes off the pan for a second.

“Blueberry please.” You slid onto the bar across from him. “Do you need any help?”

Johnny rubbed your lower back comfortingly, “No, you don’t want to get in his way. That’s when he loses his temper.” He whispered the last bit to you, but Taeyong obviously heard it, sending a sharp glare at him.

“Only when there are incompetent people in my kitchen.” Taeyong muttered back.

Johnny ignored the comment, shaking his head at you, “I’ll have chocolate.”

“You’ll get what you get.” Taeyong piped at him, still not over Johnny’s teasing, who grinned in response.

Both of them knew that Johnny was getting chocolate, Taeyong was really bad at being mean.

“Where’s the others?” Johnny asked, sipping on a cup of coffee.

“At school, as they should be because they are college students.” Taeyong answered, sliding a plate towards you. “Enjoy.”

You thanked him and bit into a piece, almost moaning at the taste. “Damn, Johnny told me they were good but I didn’t think it would be this good.”

Johnny swiped a piece from your plate. “What are you talking about? I told you he made bomb ass pancakes.”

Taeyong slid a plate towards Johnny.

His grin widened. “Thank you. You’re my favorite Taeyong ever.”

“I’m the only Taeyong you know.” He put his hands on his hips. “I should be the favorite.”

Johnny sent a wink in his direction before stabbing a piece.

“So I was thinking, that little bakery next to the park, do you wanna go? They just opened and I’ve been dying to try it.” Johnny asked around a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.” You felt your stomach flutter, you were sure whether it was the pancakes or Johnny, but you had a pretty good guess.

“Sweet, we can swing by your place first if you want to get a change of clothes or something.”

You nodded, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“I’m glad that sounds good.” He teased you with a smile.

“Sorry, but it just sounds good. What else do you want me to say?” You pushed back, opting to add another piece into your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe-”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt your little flirt fest, but can you start that after I leave?” Taeyong asked, making a few pancakes for himself.

“Sorry.” You giggled, sending him a genuine apologetic look.

“I’m not sorry.” Johnny said, shrugging.

You smacked him lightly.

“I’ll take away pancake privileges for a month.” Taeyong quipped, focusing on flipping the pancake.

“Sorry.” Johnny mumbled out under his breath, not one to admit defeat easily.

You laughed at the sight of a pouty Johnny, enjoying the view for the time being.

Waiting for Johnny had become a routine, but honestly you didn’t really mind it. Hanging out on the couch, you had met and befriended quite a few of his frat brothers.

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch with Jungwoo, who was retelling a very interesting story about his trip to the grocery store last week that involved a cereal box and a banana. Although it was a bit of a reach, you nodded and smiled at the right times, not really following the order of events, or really the importance of them.

“What does the fact that you were wearing- and I quote - ‘an incredibly sick pair of joggers’ have anything to do with your story?” You asked, tilting your head in teasing confusion.

“Oh, it doesn’t. I just thought you should know.” He replied matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right. And I’m so better off now that I know.” You taunted him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Jungwoo shot you an annoyed, and yet hurt look, before finishing his story. “And that’s how Johnny found out he was allergic to shellfish.”

“Okay. What the fuck? I’m literally so confused.” You cut him off before he could recount his story again. “I don’t really need to hear it again though. Thanks.”

He whined before laying his legs over yours, giving up.

For a few moments, things were quiet as you checked the time. It had already been thirty minutes, where was he?

You rolled your head to the side, finally focusing on the whiteboard that had what scribbles of writing over it.

“What’s the tally for?” You asked, scrunching your nose at the whiteboard that was situated on the far wall of the room.

“Hmmm? The tally?” Jungwoo glanced around looking slightly nervous which had you even more curious. “It’s just a game.”

“Game? What game?” You laughed turning back to see the strikes adorning the board. “It looks like Johnny’s winning.”

“Uhh...” Again with the nervous glances.

You giggled, “You’re losing, aren’t you?” The spot under his name had the fewest tallies and you figured that’s why he was being so shy about it.

Jaehyun entered the room, seemingly in a very important conversation by the way that he was speaking animatedly.

“The game’s over on Friday and Johnny’s gonna win.”

“That’s so stupid. He hasn’t bagged any since Y/N, how is he still gonna win?” Yuta complained all but scowling at the floor, neither of them had yet to notice your presence.

You frowned at the mention of your name, not liking the term ‘bagging’ to be in such close proximity with your name.

“Oh, Mark has a new strike, looks like he finally got Claire into bed.” Yuta continued snorting, “Took him long enough.”

“Wait, what the fuck? How the hell did Taeyong get two strikes?” Jaehyun, squinted at the board.

Yuta snorted, “He had a threesome last night. Can you believe it? This close to the end? It’s like he’s actually trying to compete now.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You muttered, effectively catching their attention.

“Y/N.” Jaehyun breathed out, eyes wide and darting between you and Jungwoo who was obviously trying to get them to stop talking. “Hey... what’s up? When did you get here?”

“Ummm.... no. What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun cocked his head, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t panicking.

“No, I don’t want your bullshit. Just tell me what this game is.” You were using anger to hide your fear. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your head, a throbbing sensation that gave way to a sinking feeling of realization.

At that moment, when his eyes finally met yours. Not Jaehyun’s, not Yuta’s, but Johnny’s as he walked in the room with that fucking stupid smile you felt your last will got out the window. It was at that moment that everything came crashing down.

“Y/N, please can’t we just talk?” Johnny chased after you, begging you to turn around.

“You promised.”

Johnny’s heart dropped at your words, and his chest started closing in in fear. The burning feeling in his throat had him choking, panicking in belated realization.

It wasn’t just the words that you said, it was the way that you said it. So defeated, so broken. So betrayed.

“You promised that you wouldn’t hurt me. Do you remember that? Did you even mean that?” You felt the tears brimming, and you fought the best you could to keep them down. But your wobbling voice let him know.

“Of course I meant it.” He answered breathlessly. “You know me, I don’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“Do I? Do I know you?” You huffed out. “Because I really thought you were someone different.”

“No, I- I’m still me. I’m still Johnny. I just...”

“You just what? You just lied about our entire relationship? If it was even that, because I was just another tally to you wasn’t I? Just another tally on a stupid whiteboard for a stupid game.”

You choked back the tears that were burning in your throat, not bothering to wipe at the ones that managed to escape.

“You know what hurts the most? I actually thought you liked me. I actually thought that you meant all those things that you said to me.”

“I did mean it. I meant every single word, and I still do. Nothing was a lie, my feelings were real. Please just listen to me, I can explain.” He stepped closer, but you took a step back, keeping the distance.

“Explain what? I already heard everything for myself. What are you gonna say, that Jaehyun and Yuta were lying? Hmmm? That it wasn’t a game? That that’s not the reason that you approached me?”

“I...” He couldn’t find any words, because you were right. Every single word that you said was right. He struggled to catch his breath, panicking. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I love you. I need you. I can’t- I can’t imagine life without you.”

“That’s not enough.” You clenched your jaw, face going slack. It was as if you were losing the will to even be heartbroken over this.

“Please, I-I’ll do anything, what do you want me to do?” He begged, eye brows nearly touching as they furrowed.

“I don’t want anything from you, just stay away from me.” You mumbled out, avoiding his eyes.

“Baby, please.”

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m not yours, I never was.” You snapped at him, backing away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath and he wasn’t sure if it was meant for you or himself.

“So I’m kinda going rogue here. I know you already hate me, but try not to hate me anymore than you already do.”

Johnny didn’t look anywhere except for you.

The professor seemed to humor him, allowing one of his favorite students to continue with an amused smile on his face.

You on the other hand did not.

You stared at Johnny with a straight face, trying your best to not look flustered.

“The whole point of this assignment was to find someone that changed our lives. But my partner and I struggled to find someone. It’s not that we didn’t have great people around us, its not even that we don’t have people that we admired. It was because no one we came up with really seemed genuine to us. But I found someone. I finally found someone that I could trust, that I let in. But I did something really stupid and fucked it up- excuse my language.”

You watched him stand behind the podium, looking smaller than he ever did.

“You know, before I met you I didn’t think that my life needed changing. I thought I was doing just fine. But then I realized that I wasn’t. I was struggling to even feel normal, to feel like I was living for something. Y/N you helped me find home. Remember when I said that you only understand that you were already home until you lose it? Well I feel it now. And it feels like shit.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, a feeling in the back of your throat burning.

“Y/N. You’re the person who changed my life. And I don’t even deserve that. But I’m here, standing in front of you like a fool because I’m whining about losing the best thing that ever happened to me.”

For a moment you thought he was done, because the silence was deafening.

“Even if you sill hate me after this, I want you to know that you mean more to me than anything else. You are the person that changed my life. You are my person, and I want so badly to be yours.”

There was a beat of silence as he ended abruptly, taking a seat on the other side of the room, eyes still locked on you.

Your professor stood up with a clap. “Well, thank you Johnny for that... interesting presentation.” A wide smile was still on his face despite his word choice. “I guess we should end on that then. Second batch of presentations is on Friday, please be prepared.”

The students of your class stood, shuffling out the exit, voices murmuring to each other.

You sat on the bench outside your lecture hall, watching as Johnny made his way nervously to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him as he approached you, bottom lip wobbling against your will. Eventually you broke. “But you’re my idiot.”

Johnny felt a drop of relief in his stomach as he felt like his heart would burst.

“You’ve totally botched our presentation by the way. If we fail it it’s on you.” You shoved him away teasingly.

Johnny grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Well, I think we did better than you think. I think that things are gonna turn out just fine.”

(sorry, i was supposed to write a full angst, but i couldn’t help myself.)

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adezahnae · 3 years

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Behave Yourself, Y/n

A/N: I read a stepdad!jaehyun au and I wanted to write this😭😭

You watched as he ruled the room. You watched as he ordered the room. And you watched as he taught the room. It was math class and the last period of the day and your stepdad, Jaehyun or Mr. Jung, was your teacher. “Okay, that is everything for today. Do your homework. Next time I’ve seen that homework is not completed, someone is paying the consequences.” He turned to you. “Especially you, y/n...” He said sternly. You rolled your eyes. “Yes sir.” The bell finally rung and most of the students left. You were getting your things together and walking out of the classroom. You saw this girl talking to your dad. “Mr. Jung, do you have to go? I still need help on this question.” She pouted. You rolled your eyes at her dumb attempt to win him over. “Yes, me and my daughter has to go. We can work on it tomorrow, okay?” He smiled. She rubbed her hand on his arm and licked her lips at him. “Okay, Mr. Jung.” She said. He walked into the classroom to get his things, talking to Mr. Suh. You took the opportunity to be angry. You walked over to her and slammed her into a locker. She gasped and looked at you with fear. “Don’t touch my dad! He’s a married man.” You said sternly. “Y/N!” You heard your name being yelled. You turned around to see your dad staring at you with angry eyes. He walked over and stepped in front of you. “Dad, I-“ “Go and get in the car before I lose my temper in here.” He said sternly. You put your head down and walked out the school to the car. He made it to the car and got in, not saying a word. You knew he was angry. Soon after a few streets, you made to you guy’s house. “Are you angry with me?” You asked. “Oh Daddy is livid right now.” He said turning to look at you. He got out of the car and went inside the house. You didn’t see your mom’s car..you were gonna be punished. Hard.

“Now sweetheart, Daddy had one rule and what was that?” He asked he rubbed a hand over your smooth red bruise bottom. You could barely answer due to your panties being shoved in your mouth. His hand connected with your butt once more. “I asked a question, I expect an answer.” He whispers in your ear. “To be nice to others!” You cried in your muffled tone. “And what did you do?” He asked. “I was being mean to another girl!” You admitted. “And what gave you the right to even lay a finger on her? I told you all we were going to be leaving soon.” His hand smacked against your red bottom once again making cry in pleasure. His other hand went around your throat. “When I ask you something, you answer. Understand me?” He said through gritted teeth. You nodded your head muffling out ‘yes’s and ‘yes daddy’s. “Now why?” He asked more sternly. “Because I don’t like it when someone else touches my daddy!” You admitted and cried. He let out a chuckle and let your neck go. “So that’s what it was, hm? You got jealous because someone else was touching daddy and it wasn’t you?” He asked. You screamed yes over and over crying. “Yes daddy! I don’t like it!” You said. He pulled you up and kissed your forehead. “Are you sorry?” He asks. You nodded. “Then show daddy how sorry you are. Please daddy.” He said undoing his pants and pulling them down. His thick member sprung free, semi-hard at your messed up state. You gripped him in your hand and moved your hand up and down. He took the panties out of your mouth and kissed you. “Go ahead, princess..” He whispered. You quickly took him in your mouth moaning at the feeling of him in your mouth. Jaehyun threw his head back groaning and giving you praises. “That’s a good girl...good job, baby.” He said gripping your hair forcing you down on his member. He pulled you back, looking at the drool and pre-cum on your cheeks and chin along with your innocent baby eyes. “Who knew my wife’s daughter was such a slut for her stepdad’s cock in her mouth.” He smirked, smearing the mess on your face.

You threw your head back crying for your dear life as your bounced on his cock. “Daddy!” You whined. He sat back on the headboard admiring the way you fucked yourself on him. “You’re such a good girl..” He mumbled, controlling your hips on him, making you go faster. You’ve then reached your third orgasm for the day, it was around 5:30 at the moment. He pulled you up and turned you around so that you were on fours. “I..I don’t think I can take it, Daddy..” You mumbled. “Yes you can, I know you can..” He whispered back while sliding inside. You screamed out and put your face in the pillows of your mom’s and his bedroom. His hips piston into butt. He groaned at the sound of the squish your pussy made. He landed a smack on your bottom making your head shoot up in pleasure. He felt you clenching around him, signaling that you are close. You felt him twitching inside. He bit his lip throwing his head back. “F-Fuck I’m close, who’s daddy’s good girl, hm?” He said. “I am!” You cried out. He bent down and kissed your shoulder. “Show daddy you’re a good girl and cum on him.” He whispered. Those words alone made you reached your fourth high. He turns you around on your back, still snapping inside of you. He groans as he reaches his release. He pulls out of you watching his and your essence drip out of you and onto the sheets. He leaned down giving you a kiss on your lips. “Good girl..good fucking girl..” He mumbled. Your breathing becomes more even. “Daddy..the sheets.” You mumbled knowing the mess you made. “I know baby, it laundry day anyway. I’ll wash them. Just lay there and let Daddy clean you.” You didn’t notice that he had clothes on. He wiped you clean and threw the wipe away. “Are you hungry, Y/n?” He asked. You nodded. “I want McDonalds..” You mumbled getting up. “Do you need help, princess?” He asked you. You shook your head. “No, I can take it..” You said standing up. “Okay, go and take a shower and we go to McDonald’s.” He smiled. You smiled back forgetting about the rough man before. You walked into the bathroom and took your shower. After you were done, you found your sweatpants and one of your stepdad’s hoodies on the sink counter. You smiled and put them on. You walked downstairs, seeing him on the couch talking to your mom on the phone. “Yeah, she’s fine.” He said smiling at you. “Okay! Make sure she gets her work done.” You mom said. “Oh, she’ll be getting it done. I made sure of that.” His eyes still on you with a smirk on his face. They finished talking and he grabbed his keys. “You ready to go, Princess?” He asked. “Mhm!” You both walked out of the door, heading to go and get food.

#nct smut #jaehyun nct #jaehyun smut #nct 127 smut #nct #nct 127 #nct x reader

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parkerliciouspeter · 3 years

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Obvious

Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

requests are open!

word count: 2091 (long one 🥴)

warnings: swearing lmao

a/n: listen to obvious by taylor trensch from the dear evan hansen 😏🤏

masterlist!

Peter walked in his first class, rubbing his eyes. He only got an hour of sleep last night because of some burglars he chased for 18 blocks after they stole a few bags worth of jewelry.

“Glad to see that you’ve finally joined us, Mr. Parker.” His literature teacher gave him a tight lipped smile and gestured to the seat beside you. “You may take a seat beside Ms. Y/L/N, here.”

You gave him a nod. You were as sleepy as him, because you were the one who helped him catch the said burglars. But he didn’t know that. Because you did an actually decent job at making sure your identity was always concealed.

“Suh, Parker.”

He smiles and puts his head on his desk, mind drifting off to the masked hero who helped him yesterday. She was definitely a she, but no matter how many times he asked for her name she stayed silent.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout, Peter?” You yawn, picking up a white marker.

He snaps out of his daze and quickly opens his notebook, hastily copying the notes on the blackboard. “N-nothing.”

You raised an eyebrow and lifted your legs on the seat so that your knees touched your chest, and scribbled a few stars on the bottoms of your jeans. He let his gaze linger on you for a while, before looking back up at the board.

When you get bored you draw stars on the cuffs of your jeans

He watched as you paid no attention to the teacher, even flipping open a magazine and scrawling on a few pages. Fidgeting with the necklace strung around your neck, you sucked on the end of a ballpen as you read the questions in a quiz that was sandwiched in the magazine you were reading. Peter swore he’d seen that necklace before, though he doesn’t know where-

“Still with us, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You nod absently.

“If so, what year did Shakespeare write-“

“Romeo and Juliet? He wrote it during 1591 to 1596, no one’s sure. Honestly, it kinda sucks. All the guys are either drunk or misogynistic and the girls exist to have-“ you let out a horribly faked cough that sounded suspiciously like “sex,” earning a few laughs from your classmates. Peter turned his head at you. You hadn’t looked up from your magazine.

You still fill out the quizzes you find in those teen magazines

At lunch, while Ned was ogling over Liz, he saw you out of the corner of his eye, messing around with your friends. He smiled to himself, he always found it so amazing that you could ignore the whole world around you, shut out the voices that tell you that you can’t do what you want.

And you dance like nobody's there

Awkward and perfect

You don't even care

“Dude, did you see the news yesterday? There was this huge robbery, and obviously Spider-man was there, but there was another guy there too.”

He turned his head to Ned so quickly, his neck cricked. “U-uh, yeah, I saw.”

“Yeah, people think she’s a she, but I’m not so sure,”

Peter bit on his lip, and he continued to wonder who was behind the mask.

At the end of the day, you skipped towards Peter in the hall, shaking him from behind. “PETER!”

“aAAaAh-“

You burst out laughing, eventually earning some badly kept in giggles from him. “Oh my god, your reaction was priceless!”

He scrunched his lips up to hide a smile, and punched you in the shoulder playfully. However, he realized that he had heard it before. Obviously, he had, because you were his best friend, but he could’ve sworn he’d heard it yesterday, even though you hadn’t hung out at that time.

“Peter? Earth to Peter?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, h-hi.”

Raising an eyebrow, you shove a small paper bag in his arms. “Heard that May hasn’t been doin’ well lately, and she’s been having to do double shifts, so I hope this’ll help.”

Before Peter could reply, you were already skipping away. He opened the bag to find a wad of cash along with a small piece of paper.

Hey May!

Don’t forget to take breaks and take care of yourself!

Hope this takes care of things you needed to settle after Ben’s passing.

Love, Y/N ♡︎

He stared at the note in awe, and quickly counted the cash. A thousand dollars. You had given him a thousand dollars. He watched your figure skip away in awe, in awe of how someone could give so much even if they didn’t have a lot in the first place.

But that’s just you, and he should be used to it by now.

Something courageous, amazing, contagious

And kind

All combined

He heads to Delmar’s Deli-Grocery and picks up a few sandwiches, including one he’s planning to give to you as a thank-you.

Suddenly, the TV behind the counter switched to a news report.

“We’ve just received a report of a car chase near Midtown School of Science and Technology, four men have reportedly committed a grand theft auto and are currently being chased by our new unnamed superhero…” The news reporter droned on about the mysterious hero. Peter quickly snatched the sandwiches and placed some money on the counter. “Keep the change!” he yelled, while running out the door to the alleyway to change into his suit.

“About time you arrived, Spider-boy.” You sneered, wiping the blood off your busted lip.

He squinted, and proceeded to web up the criminals, but. He noticed that they had mild, fresh burn marks around their wrists.

“You gonna ogle at the bad guys, or actually catch them?”

The both of them didn’t say another word to each other, and decided to fight these criminals quietly. While Peter had knocked one out, his gaze flickered to the small silver chain necklace swinging around your neck. He could’ve sworn he had seen it before…

A swift punch in the gut disrupted his train of thought, the guy he had knocked out took advantage of Peter being distracted. The smell of smoke filled Peter’s lungs. Without warning, the thief started aggressively kicking, in an attempt to put out a fire that was rising up his leg.

He looked at the masked hero’s outstretched arm. “What? You gonna say thank you?”

Rolling his eyes, he webbed up his legs to put out the flame. “Rule number one of being a superhero, no one gets hurt. Not even the ones who commit crime.”

“Oh, come on, can’t I have a bit of fun?”

The two of you had finally caught the thieves, the red and blue lights reflecting off your black suit. You looked at the time, it was five-fifty, your parents expected you home by six. Ignoring the news reporters you looked at Spider-man, with a smug smile on your face. “Watch yourself, bug-boy. I might not always be there to be your knight and shining armor, or whatever.”

He watched you leap away into the distance. Then it hit him.

Washington D.C; After the incident in the tower.

“Peter!” You spotted your best friend and sprinted towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He turned red and did the same.

You pulled away, tear stains on your cheeks. You started to punch him everywhere you could reach. “You - are - such - an - ASS!” You cried, hitting him in between every word. Eventually, your voice broke and tears spilled out your eyes, head on his chest. He didn’t know that his disappearance would affect you so much, you’ve always acted like you thought he was annoying.

Wiping your eyes, you looked.. apologetic? No. Sincere. “I’m sorry Peter, I shouldn’t be mad. Ned said you weren’t feeling well this morning, I know how nervous you must be about the Decathlon.”

“N-no, no, you have every right to be. I’m sorry for not going.”

“I managed to calm Liz down and convince her to not get too mad at you.” You let out a broken chuckle. “You better watch yourself, Parker. I might not always be there to be your knight and shining armor, y’know.”

He mentally facepalmed himself. It was so blatantly obvious.

Why go stating the obvious?

It's so painfully obvious

How could you miss

Something that's this plain to see?

When it's glaring, and staring right at you

So obviously

Peter had quickly changed into his normal clothes but kept his mask on, and swung so quickly that he had almost hit a building on his way to your apartment. After a while, he landed on your balcony and knocked on your window.

You turned around, expecting to see Peter but was instead greeted by a pair of large white eyes on a red mask.

“aAAAUGH!” You threw a book at the window but instead it bounced on the glass and hit you in the forehead. “Fu- ouch…” You opened your window cautiously.

Peter held in a laugh and pulled his mask off. Your jaw dropped open and you were about to yell something when he quickly clamped a hand on your mouth and jumped into your bedroom. “Dude, please shut up and don’t yell my name or I’m gonna hurt you.” His panicked face turned into a sweet smile and he released his hand.

“Wha- how- how long have you been- y-you know what? W-why didn’t you tell me?! I can’t believe you didn’t-“

Peter quickly shushed you and played with your fingers as he talked. “I know you have a lot of questions, and I’m really really really super sorry that I didn’t tell you earlier, I was just scared that you’d get hurt by bad people if they knew we were friends and-“

“Peter.” You whispered, a serious and stern look on your face. “Get to the fucking point, please.”

He froze for a second, and swallowed. “Y-y/n, were you, um, the- the girl who was fighting- uh- earlier? Near school? Just a while ago?

Your serious face doesn’t waver. “I- I don’t know what you’re t-talking about.”

“Y/n, I’m pretty sure it’s you. You-“ He played with your necklace. “You were wearing the same necklace.”

You become flustered, and a few tears streamed down your cheeks. “I don’t know what happened, I just- got really mad and exploded the microwave, then it got worse and worse and-“ Peter cuts you off by wrapping his arms around your body, rubbing circles on your back soothingly. The entire room was silent except for your deep gasps for air. Once you’ve calmed down, he continues to play with your hair.

“P-Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“I have a feeling that that wasn’t the only reason why you came here.”

Peter was glad that you couldn’t see his reddening face. “Wh-what do you mean?”

You stayed silent—he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“Just so you know, I really like you, Peter. Ever since we met.” You pull away, eyes widening. “Please tell me you didn’t come here for some help with the homework, or this would’ve been very awkward.”

He laughed, and leaned in, hesitating. “C-can I kiss you?”

You smirked and kissed him hard, letting out all of your bottled-up emotions. You’ve been doing a pretty decent job of pretending you don’t like him, but there’s something about him that just makes you snap.

You pull away, the both of you are so close that your noses are just barely touching.

“I- I love you, Y/N.”

“I do too.”

You were just about to lean into him for another kiss when a loud and rhythmic knock banged on your door.

Your eyes widened, and you quickly pushed Peter off your bed and shoved him in your closet. “Shit, that’s my brother, hide!”

Your little brother opens the door, hitting it on the wall. “Y/N!! Oscar peed on my shoes again!”

“Fu- aargh, I forgot to walk him today, sorry, Tyler.” He wiped his nose exaggeratedly and stomped out the room.

Once you’ve made sure that he was gone, you closed the door and locked it, just to make sure there wouldn’t be any unwanted visitors coming in your room.

Peter pushed the door open slightly. “Is he gone?”

You laughed and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and tackled you onto your bed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. We could’ve had weeks. Years, even.”

Tugging on his hair, you planted a kiss on his knuckles. “It’s alright, Pete. What matters is that we’re together now.”

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moonctzeny · 4 years

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Work for it

Part II: Promotion

pairing: coworker! johnny x reader

other members as background characters: haechan as johnny’s assistant

genre: smut

warnings: explicit smut, semi-public sex, spit in mouth, pussy slapping, throatpie (omg I got so embarrassed writing this down)

word count: 5,792

summary: “One of your co-workers, the supervisor of the Sales Department John Suh, is arguably the hottest man you’ve seen in your life. You try to act on your crush but he is just plain oblivious to your efforts, but you won’t stop until your fantasies come true”

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Work for you was living hell and no, it wasn’t for the normal reasons. You had a nice job as an intern in the Financial Department of a company, and with your hard work getting recognized, you were looking forward to being offered a permanent position soon.

Today was no different. You had made sure all your files were organized, calls made and deadlines in check. All you had left to do was look over a report in the office of none other but the man who was causing your suffering. Mr. Suh.

Mr. Suh, or Johnny as he insisted on being called, was the supervisor of the Sales Department but he didn’t let it get to his head. He was extremely friendly, willing to help his subordinates and brought a smile to everyone’s face. Working with him would be amazing if there wasn’t one little problem. He was the sexiest man you had ever seen.

Now, now, you weren’t some middle schooler. You came into this company committed to get the position you deserve, not beg for some man’s dick. But when he first welcomed you in the main elevator, tall height, hair pushed back and with a face of godly facial structure, you almost pressed the stop button so he could take you right then and there.

You brought some files along and ascended the stairs that lead you to his office on the top floor. It would be more convenient if Mr. Suh sent the report downstairs with his assistant and your best work buddy, Donghyuck, but you insisted on paying him a visit, saying something about how a little work out never hurt anyone.

When you saw Donghyuck at his desk, he didn’t even look up from his laptop, pointing at the door instead.

“Put your panties back on. He’s on the printing room”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, used to his teasing about your crush on mr. Suh and headed out for said room at the end of the hall. Johnny was hunched over a machine, shaking it from side to side.

You knocked lightly on the already open door to announce your presence, and he turned around, flashing you his killer smile.

“y/n, hello! I was just trying to get you a copy of the report, but the damn printer seems to be broken again.”

You tried to tell him that it’s okay, that you can use the printer from your floor downstairs, but then he bent over trying to locate the cause of the malfunction, giving you a perfect view of his ass in his fitted tracksuit. Rutting the machine around, he thrusted his hips forward, letting out the occasional grunt, and you took a mental picture for later. He must have shaken something a bit too hard, because ink started to spill out of the cartilage.

“Aww, it’s dripping everywhere”

He had the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, and you couldn’t help but stare at how veiny and strong his arms looked as he pushed down. Your mind wandered off, imagining how nice it must feel to have him on top of you, applying this kind of pressure with his pretty hands around your neck as he-

“y/n? Are you ok?”

“Uh-um yes! Sorry Mr. Suh, it’s been a hard day”

It’s been your cute ass that made it hard for me to function around you was what you actually meant. He winked your way, and you were almost sure he did a double take on a skirt you wore that he had complimented before.

See, it’s not like you never thought of making a move on Johnny. You knew he was single, and he even told Donghyuck that he thought you were cute. Romantic relations between coworkers was not a rare thing, but the way everyone around here respected him made you nervous to approach him. No matter how many people fell for his charming personality and his visuals, he was never part of the company’s gossips and you knew the reason. The guy was denser than a brick wall.

You tried testing the waters with him, taking the light flirting a bit further, but he never seemed to catch the point. Maybe he was so used to getting this kind of attention that he dismissed your attempts as just friendly banter.

But you weren’t ready to give up.

“Sometimes I like coming here to relax. This place is usually so nice and quiet. It gives you privacy to do so many things”

What you said must have piqued his interest, since he gave up on the printer and turned his attention to you instead.

“Things, that the company wouldn’t approve of doing in here?”, he said in a lower voice than before and your throat felt dry when you answered him.

“Yeah. It’s just, we wouldn’t get caught in here, you know?”

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean”

He took two steps towards you before lowering down to whisper closer to you.

“I actually know a place that has even more privacy than this room. I usually go there alone, but it will be so much more fun with you”

Droplets of sweat had collected on his temples as a result of his physical activity earlier, making his words sound so much more enticing. He looked around, checking if anyone was standing in the hallway, before whispering again.

“This will be our little secret, ok?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, ready to get your world rocked by John Suh. He reached for something in his back pocket, but instead of a condom, he whipped out something you’d never expect.

A pack of cigarettes.

“I told everyone I’d quit but the stress gets too much sometimes, you know? I didn’t remember you smoke, though”

Oh my god. Oh my god, you were so stupid. All this time you thought you coaxed him into a steamy, clothes-on, ass on the printer quickie and he meant sneaking you out for a guilt-drenched cigarette break??!!

“Right! You didn’t remember that I smoke because.. because I don’t! ...Anymore. I mean, I quit, just like you. And you know what Mr. Suh, we shouldn’t succumb to the needs of the flesh! Fight back to our bad habits and get healthier! Together!”

He was frozen in place, dumbfounded by your sudden anti-smoking monologue.

“Wow y/n I didn’t know you were so serious about this. Very impressed by your spirit though.” He patted you on the back before picking up the report from the printer and getting to the door. “I’ll tell Donghyuck to print this for you and deliver it to your desk. Won’t take too long, alright?”

And just like that, he managed to leave you in the printing room alone, horny, and one report down.

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The next morning at the office was as typical as any other, with the difference that it was raining cats and dogs. The low that was centered over the area caused continuous storms, the rain and moody atmosphere making it impossible for you to keep your eyes open.

You headed over to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, already the second one of the day, when you saw a very familiar someone occupying the coffee machine.

“Mind if you make me a cup too Mr. Suh? I hear you make the best coffee in the office”

He chuckled at you, instantly recognizing your voice.

“It’s my pride. I do love coffee” After turning on the machine he looked at you finally, a serious look on his face. “Listen, y/n, about yesterday, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to drag you down with me like that. You were right about the cigarette thing. I’ll quit for good”

You blinked at him, trying to grasp the ridiculousness of the situation and feeling a bit sorry for guilting him like that.

“It’s ok Mr. Suh don’t worry about it. No big deal”

“Oh and, please, call me Johnny. You make me feel a thousand years old. I’m not that much older than you.”

“Yes Mr.- Johnny”

Just at that moment, a lightning struck, making you jump in place. You glanced at the window, or rather the stormy mess outside, and sighed.

“Chose the wrong day to forget my umbrella huh?”

“You want me to drop you off?”, he offered, immediately making you panic.

“No no! It’s okay. The metro station is really close. It’s fine if I get a little wet anyways, I won’t melt, I’m not made of sugar”

You cringed a bit at your nerve-induced blurting, but it would all be gone in a second.

“You’re sweet like sugar though”

He poured the now brewed coffee on both your cups and you just stared at his movements in shock. Did he just? Initiate the flirting? And called you sweet?

Ok, this is it, you thought.

“Do you like sugar?”, you asked him seductively, making your arms touch. You had to take advantage of this opportunity. The ride home suddenly didn’t sound like such a bad idea.

“Oh no thanks I drink my coffee black”

Looking at the clock on the wall he picked up his cup and took a sip, striding out of the kitchen and leaving you speechless, much like yesterday.

“I’m late for a meeting. See you later, y/n”

You groaned as you watched him walk away, pouring an excessive amount of sugar in your drink.

“That’s not what I meant...”

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Meetings usually meant making sure you had enough battery on your phone to silently play your favorite game, while you heard some old guy in a suit blabber on and on about the most boring topic on earth. Usually you’d be complaining about why they just had to take away valuable time of your day to talk about an issue that could very easily be briefed in a mass email, but not today. Because today, the man of honor who got to do all the talking, was Johnny.

To anyone else, you looked like the most eager intern in the company, taking in every single word that came out his mouth. In reality, you were just immensely turned on by his fluent English, his new suit, and his ability to capture everyone’s attention. You had no idea what he was talking about, but you could listen to him talk all day about how “Results are important” and “Taking a more aggressive strategy is vital”.

A sudden noise made everyone turn to the exit door, only to see that it was just the cleaning lady that had dropped her bucket as she was going down the stairs. You felt Donghyuck, who was sitting next to you as always, nudge you with his knee.

“Oh look, she brought a mop for your drool, how nice of her”

“I’m not drooling”, you whispered back with a glare, shoving him with your elbow.

“Right”, he chuckled, “you’re ready to get on your knees for him right now”

It was really hard to get the picture that Donghyuck had painted out for you off your head for the rest of the meeting. You pathetically rubbed your thighs together to get the slightest feeling of relief, and tried to mute out Johnny’s sexy voice with no avail. When the meeting was finally over, you walked out of the meeting room along with everyone else, when you saw Johnny catch up with you.

“Hey y/n”

“Hi Johnny! Nice presentation up there”

He beamed up at your compliment and you wanted to coo at him for looking so cute. His aura changed a color when he replied to you, turning solemn.

“Thank you. Glad to see you’ve finally dropped the formalities with me”. I can drop my panties too if you want, you thought to yourself, but you only smiled at him when he managed to leave you speechless once again. “Is it wet?”

Wet? Fuck, was Donghyuck right? Were you really so caught up on eating Johnny up with your eyes that he noticed? That he realized you were so turned on by him? He saw your confused expression and tried to futilely explain.

“Is it wet? Down there?”

You were losing it. Was he really asking you that in front of all your coworkers? Your face couldn’t possibly get any hotter, feeling as if you were burning up with a high fever. You realized you hadn’t said a word back.

“E-excuse me?”

“Wasn’t the cleaning lady going downstairs earlier to mop? I figured you’d know if the floor was still wet. Since your office is on the bottom floor”

Get your mind out of the gutter, y/n. Quick, say something already! Stop staring at him like a lost puppy!

“Uhh no I don’t know actually. I’m sorry, I have to go”

You turned swiftly on your heel to walk away from him, and save yourself from any further embarrassment.

If Donghyuck was here to witness this, you’d never get to hear the end of his teasing.

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You didn’t expect an email like that from the Sales Department. You were at your desk, minding your business when you got the notification, almost choking on the gum you were chewing on.

y/n,

I have something very confidential to show you in my office. I think you’ll be very pleasantly surprised. Bring your sexy ass over here at 16:00 sharp.

Johnny Suh

You must have re-read those 30 words about a thousand times to ensure you weren’t making things up. You freshened up your makeup, thanking the gods of sex that you decided to wear cute underwear this morning. All the things you were daydreaming about since your first meetup at the main elevator, were finally about to happen. Fidgeting around in your seat, you felt yourself getting wetter thinking of all the nasty things Mr. Suh was planning on doing to you in his office.

It was 16:25 when you walked up the stairs, not brave enough to make a man like Johnny wait. All his assistants were gone, probably send off somewhere to avoid having them hear your little unprofessional tête-à-tête.

You walked into his office, the door slightly open. He was sat on his chair, the back turned to you and you started to feel nervous. You didn’t notice he had changed his hair. And wasn’t he wearing a different suit this morning?

“Um Johnny? You asked to see me?”

He tsked at you, turning around.

“16:28? I thought you had more of a backbone than that, y/n. Also thought you’d come in here naked. Disappointing.”

The smug smile, the teasing voice. Donghyuck.

“The email was fake wasn’t it?”

“Luckily for you, yes, I was the one who sent it. I mean, seriously. This ugly brown suit for a dick appointment with Mr. Suh?”

When you graduated university with honors, you didn’t think you’d one day be charged with the murder of a company’s assistant. But right at his moment, as you grabbed the stapler from the desk and walked over to him ominously, you thought it was all worth it.

“Lee Donghyuck, after I’m done with you the only dick appointment you’ll make is with the ER doctor, to get these staples off your balls”

He got up, panicking, and started to back away from you.

“Somebody save me, please, mom!”

You were ready to grab him by his tie and fulfill your threat, when you heard someone clear his throat at the door. And this time it was the real Mr. Suh.

He had his arms crossed, a smile appearing on his face as you shoved your friend away and immediately dropped the stapler from your hold.

“You know, you two are always wasting time over here, messing around. Maybe I should punish you”

Oh god yes, please do.

It was Donghyuck’s deadpan expression that made you realize that you had actually said that out loud. Johnny raised his eyebrows incredulously.

“Oh, so you want the overtime?”

“S-sure why not? Not like I have anything better to do on a Friday night”

Your friend rubbed his palm over his face, cringing at the situation you got yourself in.

“Please, stop talking, I beg of you”, he murmured, when Johnny spoke up again.

“Well in that case, will you leave me and y/n alone to discuss some details?”

Donghyuck nodded, closing the door behind him and it seemed like he took all the oxygen along with him.

Johnny sat on his desk, whipping out some files for you. It might sound stupid, but the email, though fake, had put you in a certain mood, and having him sit so close to you wasn’t helping your situation.

“I will only give you the run down but please ask the supervisor in your department to explain further”

You tried listening to him talk about your overtime, you really did. But the way he was sitting on his armchair with his legs spread out, was practically begging you to do what Donghyuck had suggested yesterday and get on your knees already. You’d tell him to continue his work, challenge him to try and keep typing on his laptop as you’d palm him through his slacks. You’d wait for him to get a bit impatient, licking him over his clothed cock until it felt like it would rip from the fabric. He was definitely big, and you wondered whether you could take him. You’d put him in your hand and start sucking on the tip, then lick your way down to his base. Maybe he would have to take a call, and you would make it a goal to distract him by fitting him all inside your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His little office slut.

“y/n. Get under the desk. Right now.”

His voice brought you out of your daydream but his words triggered another one. It felt like the world around you was shaking. Did he just ask you to get on your knees under the table? Could he read your thoughts? “y/n can’t you feel the earthquake? Get under the desk”

When you realized what was happening, you wished that the earth would just swallow you whole already, taking away the embarrassment with you.

Donghyuck met you outside. He had evacuated the building along with everyone else, happy that the small earthquake got them an extra five minutes of break.

“Did Mr. Suh pick you up in his strong arms like your knight in shining armor and save you?”

“Don’t talk to me I’m still mad at you”

He turned you around to face him, his lips pouting at you cutely and it was really hard to resist his doe eyes.

“I’m sowwyy I was just trying to help you out!”

“Help me out with what?”, you sighed, tuckered out, “he clearly doesn’t want anything more with me”

“Oh yeah? Is that why he hasn’t stopped checking out your ass ever since you left the building with him?”

You turn your head to Johnny’s direction, just in time to see his eyes shift from you and Hyuck to the floor. Maybe your friend was right. Did Johnny actually like you after all but was really just that oblivious to your crush?

“All I��m saying is”, he continues, “that you need to be clearer with him. He is the supervisor of another department than yours, he obviously won’t act out anything unless you give him the green light”

You nodded at him, a feeling of determination coursing through you. His words reverberated in your head until break time, planning out your seduction. You knew that there was no way you would be able to concentrate at work unless you gave it a shot with Johnny, even if it goes terribly wrong. Tomorrow, you promised yourself.

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And tomorrow did come, finding you right outside his office door. Taking long, confident strides, you walk past Donghyuck who for once, was speechless, eyes widening at your appearance.

Johnny’s favorite skirt hug your hips, garters barely peeking under it. Your shirt was a bit tighter than usual, an extra button undone, revealing your cleavage. The room was filled with the clicking sound of your high heels, that were as uncomfortable as they were sexy. It was barely considered work appropriate but you didn’t care. You hoped you’d manage to at least grab his attention, then let your talking do the rest.

Taking a deep breath, you knock at the door, slowly opening it. Johnny was typing away something, looking delicious as always. Your voice was way more sensual than you’d usually let it be in the workplace.

“Johnnyy~, good morning. I’m here for that file I need?”

He had his eyes still glued on the laptop in front of him, his tone as bright as ever.

“y/n! I would send Donghyuck over you didn’t have to- “

He finally looks at you, his eyes quickly moving from your chest to your skirt, only to stay for a bit longer on your legs. He seemed a bit taken aback, his breath hitching in his throat but he shakes his head lightly, regaining his stature.

“-you didn’t have to come all the way up here”

“I know”, you mewl, picking up a pen from his desk and clicking it closed, letting the tip rest on your bottom lip, “I just missed you”

You saw him stare at your mouth before he cleared his throat, coolly sitting back on his chair.

“I think you’ll take this back when you stay for your overtime tonight”, he laughed, too friendly for your liking.

“No, no. I would never get tired of you, Johnny. Besides, I have a great stamina”

“That’s good! Being mentally strong is very important in this business”

Ugh, take a hint already!

“Well, yeah, but physical strength is important too. You know, I’ve followed your footsteps and started working out. I can go on for hours”

His eyebrows lifted up at your statement, “Yeah? And you followed my footsteps?”

“Well, everyone in the office has noticed you’ve been hitting the gym lately, especially me. Maybe, you could show me some of your workout exercises later?”

He stayed silent for a moment, like he was contemplating his answer and you swore you saw the faintest blush on his cheeks. His answer, however, would disappoint you.

“I was thinking of organizing an online group aerobics class, actually. I think Yuta from my department might be interested in hosting it”

The feeling of defeat was written all over your face. You were done. Smiling politely, you told him it sounded like a nice idea and asked for the file. You felt so angry at yourself for listening to Hyuck’s advice, every painful jab your heels gave your feet seeming deserving.

Donghyuck saw you leaving the room and would follow you to comfort you but he fully understood your frustration. Since you left the door open, he had witnessed everything, and boy was he furious.

He barged into Johnny’s office unannounced, scowling at him. Boss or not, he had to give him a piece of his mind.

“Are you seriously that blind?”

Johnny blinked at him, surprised at his unexpected appearance.

“Excuse me?”

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t get that y/n was flirting with you?”

“R-right now?”

Donghyuck licked his cheek with his tongue, getting gradually more and more frustrated. “Yes! Right now! The hottest woman in the office was basically throwing herself all over you and you didn’t even ask her out?”

Johnny was shocked, fumbling for an answer, “I thought- I thought she was just being nice”

“Nice??”, the younger man screeched then took a deep breath to calm down, placing both his hands on his boss’s desk.

“With all due respect dude, but either you fuck her, or I will”

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Nothing could make the horrible feeling you felt from your embarrassing incident earlier worse right? Wrong. Because it was Friday and you still had to go through with that overtime you had stupidly agreed with.

All your coworkers from your floor were gone, no one crazy enough to willingly work on a Friday night. You saw them all leave one by one, internally cursing them for their luck. The office was especially hot tonight and you were suddenly glad for choosing that skimpy outfit to wear today, even if it didn’t fulfill its original purpose.

In your deep concentration over the files scattered on your desk, you almost didn’t notice the shadow next to your office’s door. You could recognize these broad shoulders from miles away.

“Johnny, you didn’t go home yet?”

“I’ll leave soon, just wanted to give you some tips your supervisor noted for the work you’ll do tonight”

He smiled warmly at you, but his eyes held something you hadn’t seen before. Slyness, mischief maybe? You didn’t have much time to think about it anyways, because in a moment he was standing over you, next to your desk.

“You see, the loss of this week’s sales…”, he started, lifting the sleeves of his shirt up and revealing his veiny arms that you so adored, “...it’s much bigger than you think”

You gulped, your throat suddenly dry. His voice was deep, seductive, eyes staring right into yours.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes. Doing all this paperwork, it’s very… hard. And it’s so hot in here, right?”

He kept his gaze on you, loosening the tie he wore around his neck. Was this your mind playing games with you again? You weren’t sure but he looked so good you couldn’t help your body from responding to him.

You got up from your seat, resting the side of your ass on the desk to be closer to his height. “If I got it right, you suggest that maybe you need to stay around for a bit? Help me out?”

He nodded, coming closer to you. You couldn’t stop gawking at the way his chest filled up his shirt so nicely, not caring if you were being obvious anymore. He was standing almost between your legs, and you could feel his breath fanning your face.

“It’s going to be tiring, but if you follow my orders you’ll get to finish. Think you can take it?”

Was it his suggestive words or his plump lips that made you feel so lightheaded? Either way, you wanted to dive in, to finally taste him. But you just had to ask.

“Johnny?”

“That’s my name”

“We aren’t talking about finance, are we?”

He stepped even closer, situating himself between your thighs that you gladly opened for him.

“Fuck no”

The way your hands grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss, was almost animalistic. Johnny kissed you back with almighty force, open mouthed and breathing heavily. With the dominance that characterized him and a bite on your bottom lip, he pulls you up on your feet by the ID that was hanging from your neck. He tasted like smoke and mint gum.

“I thought you’d quit smoking?”

You felt his right hand grab your throat and he broke the kiss, forcing you to look at him. It wasn’t the pressure to your air flow but his eyes that had you on edge. The usual golden flecks adorning his orbs were hidden behind his dilated pupils. “I’m just a man. There are some things I can’t resist”. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, making you feel like you’re in a fever dream with the way all your fantasies were coming to life. “Open up”, he growled against your lips and you obey like you promised to. He spit in your mouth, in a manner so dirty it had your knees shaking.

You started unbuttoning his shirt, wanting to see more of him. Starting with running your hands over his raging heartbeat, you continue down his abs and end up fumbling with his belt. Johnny helped you, springing out his cock and, damn, he may be half hard but that was the biggest dick you’d ever seen in your life.

He chuckles at your widened eyes but instead of making some cocky remark like you expected he leans down, leaving soothing kisses on your jaw. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you”. He continued his kisses to your neck, all the while unbuttoning your shirt. Leaving it on you, he pulls your boobs over your bra and starts playing with your nipples. The tingling on your breasts was tightly linked it the one on your heat and you decided you needed more.

You took his fingers from your chest and placed them between your folds. Johnny cursed out with how wet you were for him, and started rubbing circles over your clit, occasionally dipping the tips in your entrance. He kept at it, relishing in your moans and he would have ripped his tight little skirt off of you if you were in his bedroom. The build up sexual tension along with the semi-public setting made you close to losing yourself in him. You just needed a push, and Johnny was more than happy to give it to you.

“You’re gonna cum for me. That’s what you wanted wasn’t it? Why you got all dressed up like that?”

“Yes, for you, fuck Johnny”

“Come on, let it all out. Cum so I can fuck the hell out of this tight pussy of yours”

You came all over his fingers, grabbing his arms for support. He gave you a moment, wiping the tears off the corners of your eyes while kissed you slowly. When you started kissing him back with a refuelled passion, signalling that you were ready for what he had to offer, he was back, rougher than ever.

He petted your pussy, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your folds. You jumped up when you felt him slap over your clit, the lines between pain and pleasure from the overstimulation blurry.

You knew Johnny was strong, but the easiness with which he lifted you from the desk onto your armchair shocked you. Spreading your knees as wide as the cushioned seat allowed you, you stuck your ass out for him. He gave your ass a little slap while you waited for him to slip on a condom. He came prepared, you thought, probably planned on doing this from the moment he stepped into your office.

Johnny filled you up completely, your hypersensitivity making you feel his thickness in all its glory. He started off slow, careful of your tightness, but as he picked up the pace, your vision was all stars and constellations of pleasure. You must have moaned too loudly, because he stopped his thrusts and, in a moment, you felt him shove his tie inside your mouth.

“There’s still some people in the building, remember? Or do you like my cock so much that you don’t even care if they hear?”. You couldn’t muster an answer so you just kept drooling through the fabric your teeth bit into. Your pussy was dripping onto the leather, your wetness allowing Johnny to sink even deeper inside you. The feeling was so overwhelming that you opened your mouth wide in a moan, almost dropping his tie in the process.

You reached out your hand behind you to grab one of his arms in desperation. “I’m so close, so close, don’t stop”. He stared back at you with a crazy look on his face, and pinned your hand back on the headrest in front of you. Lifting one of your legs in the air, he starts fucking you so rough you thought the chair was going to break.

Your second orgasm hit you hard, your trembling body making it clear his size got too much for you. But there was no way you’d let him leave this office without cumming.

You climb down from the chair and got on your knees in front of him. Grasping his cock from the base, you started leaving open mouthed kisses on his balls first. You suck one in your mouth and glance up at him with the most innocent look you could muster, the contrast to your actions driving him insane. Johnny leans his weight on his hands positioned on your desk, letting you work your magic.

Returning on his tip, you ran your tongue in kitten licks on the slit, teasing him. An eyebrow raise from him compelled you to behave, pushing him all the way down at once. It was almost as if you pressed a button at the end of your throat with the way it triggered a guttural moan from him. He weaves one hand through your hair to keep you in place for a second longer and you gag. His dick pulls out, and the string of saliva falls over your white shirt making the fabric look see through. The sight of your lipstick on him, your watery doe eyes and your nipples poking through your now wet shirt was divine. He pushed past your lips again, and this time you made a good use of your tongue. You quicken your pace, his shaky groans and sharp gasps letting you know he was nearing his release.

Grabbing both his flexed thighs, you concentrate your breathing though your nose and deepthroat him again. Johnny growls, hips stuttering and eyes fluttered closed in delight. Warm liquid runs down your throat, almost choking you, but you take it all, relishing in his grunts and the way he moans your name.

After you catch your breath he bends down, planting a gentle kiss on your lips and offers a hand to help you up. You buttoned up in an awkward silence, not exactly sure what should be said after a session like that in a place like this.

“So, I’m guessing Donghyuck told you about my little crush on you?”

“Yup. You should thank him”. He smiles at you sweetly, pinching your cheek lightly and then moving his thumb in circles over the skin. “You also should have told me”

You rolled your eyes, “Not like I haven’t tried to! How much more obvious did I have to be?”

“I’m sorry! It’s just- you’re so pretty and I didn’t wanna be another one of the creepy guys that probably hit on you in the workplace”

Smiling at his thoughtfulness, you chose to forgive him and reached up for another kiss. He engulfs you with his long arms, and you push some hair off his eyes, admiring their softness.

“How about, I let you finish up here and we go for dinner after you’re done?”

“I’m not sure how I’m gonna concentrate after what we did”

“I’ll cover for you, but I can’t promise you that I’ll stop myself from distracting you”

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All Demons are Entitled to Vacation Time (Because The Devildom Isn’t a Dystopia)

Part One (you are here!) Part Two Masterlist

Genuine friends in the Devildom were hard to come by, and the human exchange student had noticed that the brothers had been working her new friend to death, so she decided that the poor bastard needed some time off. The brothers agreed, but come to notice that they may have become a tad dependent on their makeshift assistant’s help.

(Just a heads up, this fic features an OC and my personal MC, so the MC will be using she/her pronouns, if you’re uncomfortable with that, no harm no foul, see you next fic. Anyway, enjoy Paimon’s mental breakdown and the boys being jerks!)

“Do you need anything else, Lord Lucifer?”

“Yes Paimon, get me a coffee.”

“The usual?”

“Yes, and do hurry up, I have work to do.”

Paimon quickly nodded and scampered out of Lucifer’s office at RAD. Sure it was after school, and sure Paimon had other things to do, and sure, he needed to sleep, but when the seven rulers of hell declare you their assistant, you be their fucking assistant.

“Oi!” Paimon felt the back of his uniform get balled up and he braced himself to be thrown into the nearest locker. “Pipsqueak, I need help with my homework.”

“H-hi Lord Mammon, s-sure, when do you want-”

“Nah nah nah,” Mammon spun Paimon around to face him. “I need, ‘help’ with my homework.”

The purple haired demon winced as he rummaged around his backpack and pulled out the assignment that Mammon had neglected to do. “R-remember to change up some words so-”

“I know how to copy homework! I’m not some dunce!” Mammon not so nicely set Paimon free from his 80s movie bully shirt grab and walked off. He whistled some made up tune and sporadically grumbled about finding his missing human.

Cheating on assignments was punishable by hanging from one’s thumbs in the glorified torture chamber known as the detention hall. Paimon had never been down there due to the fact that the place was reserved for the worst troublemakers, but he was pretty sure Mammon was familiar with it. Why didn’t he learn..?

While entranced with his thoughts of torture and mayhem, (see, Paimon could be a demon sometimes) Paimon didn’t notice the Avatar of Envy peeking around the nearest corner and nearly ran right into him.

“S-sorry Lord Leviathan!” Paimon sputtered. Levi’s head swivelled to Paimon as he began to stutter out a reply.

“G-good! You’re here! Get rid of them!”

“Get rid of who..?” Paimon looked around the corner and noticed a group of students just milling about and chatting. “Oh, right away sir.”

This wasn’t the first time Paimon had to do traffic control for Leviathan, and it wouldn’t be his last. He made up some bullshit lie about the hall needing to be cleaned and the students grumbled and slowly filed out. Once the hall was clear, Levi brushed past Paimon without even so much as a thank-you. He mumbled something about sending normies to deal with normies and disappeared down the hall.

Next up on his trip to get Lucifer a coffee, he ran into Satan, thankfully, he didn’t literally run into him.

“Ah, Paimon, give these to Barbatos, last time I saw him he was in the colosseum with Lord Diavolo.” Satan, barely even looking at the poor demon, slapped a huge stack of papers into his arms and strode down the hallway like he didn’t have a care in the world. Shit, and Paimon still had to get Lucifer coffee…

“Ah, there you are Paimon dear,” Paimon needed to muster up all his willpower to not openly roll his eyes as he met the gaze of the cheery Avatar of Lust.

“Lord Asmodeus,” Paimon said blankly. “How may I help you?”

“Take these to Majolish after you’re done… whatever you’re doing. On the double, sil vou plait!” Asmo shoved a massive stack of fabric on top of the paperwork Paimon was holding, causing him to stumble back a bit. “And if any of those touch this disgusting floor, I will personally claw each of your little freckles off your face.”

“Yes sir…” Paimon barely suppressed a growl as Asmo sashayed away from what one could barely call a conversation. As much as Paimon wanted to throw both the fabric and the paperwork into the nearest trash can, Paimon knew that both things could be recycled, and he also valued his life and his freckles.

Maybe he could run to the colosseum on the way to getting Lucifer’s coffee, torture two traitors with one tool, or however the saying goes! Paimon picked up his pace, his vision almost completely obscured by the massive pile of fabric. Despite nearly tripping twice, he made it to the kitchen, started up the coffee maker, then ran to the colosseum to drop off the paperwork.

“Mr. Barbatos?” Paimon’s call for the butler’s attention was cut off by a growl that sent shivers down his spine. Right in the centre of the colosseum the Fangol team was getting into “oh fuck” formation. That could only mean one thing and one thing only… oh no… Lord Beelzebub was hungry… really hungry… who didn’t order snacks?!

“Dammit dammit dammit…” Paimon squeaked as he shifted the paperwork and fabric and rummaged through his bag for his lunch. If Beel didn’t get some sustenance quickly he’d wreck the entire school! “L-Lord Beelzebub?! D-D-Do you want my luh-lunch? Sir?”

Beel’s head swung around to the sound of Paimon’s voice and before he could blink, the Avatar of Gluttony was towering over him. Paimon gulped and held out his lunch bag, and Beel snatched it up and ate the entire thing whole. Well… Paimon needed to replace the lunch bag anyway… and he could always eat later. His stomach growled pitifully. He had made the mistake of skipping lunch…

“Mmm… more.” Beel said, Paimon was still shaking in his designer knockoff school shoes.

“S-sorry, I don’t have anything e-else but the cafeteria has leftovers I think…” Paimon squeaked, Beel nodded and lumbered off towards the cafeteria, his hunger tantrum momentarily halted. Paimon breathed a quick sigh of relief before he heard the sound of someone stirring from a nap next to him.

“Mmph…” Belphegor shot Paimon a glare that only those who just woke up from an hour long nap could. “What took you so long?”

“M-my apologies, Lord Belphegor.” Paimon adjusted his glasses and frowned. “Pardon, but do you know where Mr. Barbatos is?”

“The kitchen, he was making something for Beel.”

Paimon had… he just left the kitchen… damn it. Paimon nodded in thanks and rushed towards the kitchen. The coffee was done, the paperwork was delivered, the fabric hadn’t touched the ground, and Paimon was on his way to give Lucifer his stupid- I mean needed beverage.

He limply pushed open the door to Lucifer’s office with his shoulder and placed the coffee on his desk. Lucifer didn’t look up from his paperwork and raised an eyebrow. “I did say quickly, didn’t I?”

Paimon bit down on his lip, a tic developed under his left eye and he clenched his fists until he felt blood trickle from his palms. “S-sorry, Lord Lucifer. I’ll do better next time, sir.”

“You’re dismissed, Paimon.”

The moment those words left Lucifer’s lips, Paimon turned on his heel and walked right out of the office. He was done, so tired and… and so angry! He just wanted to relax, he just wanted to relax. Paimon’s feet led him to the concert hall. Ah, he was supposed to be the president of the school’s band, not the student council’s resident doormat. He could just call on his undead parade and play some music… that always kept him calm.

His thoughts of relaxation were brought to an abrupt halt the moment Paimon felt the sting of recent magic in the air around the hallway that led to the concert hall. Oh no, please tell him there wasn’t a fight near the concert hall, please tell him-

Two of his band members were in their true forms and hurling insults at each other. Phenex and Eurynome were standing in the midst of a completely destroyed concert hall, the instruments were scattered around the room, dented and completely broken… the two brawling demons paused when they noticed Paimon at the door.

“Prez! You won’t believe this shit! Someone vandalized our stuff, and Phenex’s accusing me!”

“Paimon! You hafta believe me! I walked in and Eury was-”

Their voices had become unintelligible background noise, Paimon’s eyes were glued to the destroyed instruments, his instruments… he felt his shoulders shake and his chest begin to tighten. Why… why!? Why him?! Why today?! Paimon dropped the fabric and his backpack onto the ground and slowly dug his partially bloodied palms into his hair. To his absolute horror, he felt tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Don’t cry- Don’t cry! He can’t cry!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHGHGGHHHHH!” Paimon let out a screech like a wounded animal, he felt his true form beg to be released so he could wreak absolute havoc on everyone and everything in a mile radius, but he yanked down on his hair and brought himself back to reality.

“Paimon?” The demon in question slowly turned, the human exchange student herself awkwardly stood a few feet behind him, seeming to not be sure exactly what to do. “Are… are you okay..?”

“Y-yes…” Paimon mumbled, his fists began to shake. “Th-thank you Ms. Himiko but I’m fi-”

Paimon’s voice broke and Himiko fixed the other two demons behind him with a glare that could probably kill a man. “YOU TWO. Clean this up right now!”

Before he could react, Himiko pulled Paimon into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind her. “Pai, what happened? Do you need to sit down?”

“Nuh-ne-no! I-I-if i suh-sit down I’ll fu-fall aslee-eep…” Paimon awkwardly hiccuped. Trying to talk through the lump in his throat was proving to be very difficult.

“Paimon… do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” Himiko’s voice was oddly gentle, almost sisterly in a way as she sat Paimon down in one of the desks in the room. “I’m here to listen.”

“Thanks Ms. Himiko… sorry…” and with that, Paimon began to explain.

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“BOYS!”

The scream of rage was punctuated by the slamming of the front door of the House of Lamentation and the angry clicking of heels going towards the living room. Six of the seven rulers of hell sat dead straight in their chairs, geez this little human had really whipped them good.

“Stupid human! Let go of my ear-yeeeeeeOW! Sorry! Sorry! Have mercy, tiny overlord-” Mammon was dragged into the living room by the ear and shoved onto one of the couches. She let her glare rest on each and every one of the demons before she spoke again.

“So, Asmo,” Himiko turned to Asmo with a calm smile, but the Avatar of Lust was anything but calm. “You think you’re too good to deliver your own fabric to the place where you work?”

“Uh… what are you talking about Himi?”

“Paimon! You told him to deliver your fabric to Majolish!” Himiko then turned to Mammon, who was already looking for an opportune time to bolt to the exit. “Mammon! You took his homework to copy, didn’t you!?”

“I-uh-”

“Satan!” Himiko stamped her foot and swivelled to glare at the relatively calm Avatar of Wrath. “You can’t just dump your paperwork on him like that!”

“Himiko-”

“CRAM IT!” Satan’s mouth clamped shut and he levelled an absolutely murderous glare at the human, but remained seated. “Levi! What the hell’s the matter with you!? Did anyone ever teach you that it’s polite to say THANK YOU?!”

Levi awkwardly shifted in his seat and sputtered out a barely intelligible reply, but Himiko was already turning to Beel and Belphie.

“Belphie! Beel! What the fuck were you two on during Fangol practice?!” Belphie grumpily lifted his head from his pillow and Beel mumbled out an apology. “Beel! You cannot just throw your hunger tantrums whenever you don’t have food handy, I thought you had enough common sense to realize that the kitchen wasn’t that far from the colosseum! And Belphie! Why didn’t you pack snacks for Beel like you were supposed to!?”

“Himiko why the fuck are you so upset about-”

“Shut UP.” Belphie was in the same boat as Satan in a matter of nanoseconds, the Avatar of Sloth rolled his eyes and went back to resting his head on his pillow.

“And you, Lucifer, the eldest and best of the bunch.” Himiko’s words were laced with enough poison to take down a fully grown grizzly bear as she stared down Lucifer with a glare cold enough to snuff out a fire. “I have one question: would it kill you to show some appreciation to the people who help you? A thank you? An appreciative nod? Or is your head rammed so far up your own ass you’ve forgotten basic courtesy?”

In a blink of an eye Lucifer was standing in front of Himiko. He was a good foot taller than her even in his human form, but she looked right back up at him with zero fear.

“Care to repeat that, Himiko?” Lucifer’s words were as sharp as a razor, he narrowed his eyes when Himiko didn’t even flinch. “If I were you, I’d choose your next words very carefully.”

“Or what?” Himiko asked, tilting her head slightly. “You’re going to try and kill me again?”

The room went completely still. It was so silent that they could hear Cerberus rustling around in the Underground Tomb. No one said a word as Himiko casually smoothed down her skirt. “You know what they say, third times the charm. Are you going to listen to me or are you going to explain to Diavolo why I’m a bloody smear on the wall?”

Lucifer held her gaze for a few more seconds, until he sighed and sat back down, still not breaking eye contact with the human. “What do you want, Himiko?”

“I want you all to give Paimon a week off, or, you pay him to be your actual assistant. Putting up with you boys’ crap should be a full paying job.” Himiko raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Give him a week off, live without him for a bit, and treat him nicer when he comes back. Unless of course, the seven rulers of hell can’t survive without their assistant?”

Lucifer bristled and crossed his arms. “…fine.”

———————

Sleep went by too quickly… way too quickly. Paimon rubbed his eyes and trudged through the hallway. Stupid mondays… stupid school… stupid Mammon… wait did Paimon say that out loud, because the Avatar of Greed and Lucifer himself were standing right in front of him.

“Sup pipsqueak.”

“Hello Paimon.”

Oh, Paimon must have fucked up bad somehow for the Avatar of Pride and the Avatar of Greed to have stopped him in the hallway. Great. Wonderful. Fantastic. The sweet release of death was coming. But what exactly had Paimon done? Was talking to the human exchange student a punishable offence?!

“Lord Lucifer! Lord Mammon! Uh… how can I help you?” Paimon smiled nervously, at this point, nervous was his default state, so this was his normal smile.

“Ya can help us by handin’ over your lunch mon-”

“Oh for fuck’s sake Mammon,” the signature clicking of Himiko’s heels on the stone floor alerted the three demons to her arrival before her voice did. “Stop being a douche.”

“We’re here to offer you a week off.” Lucifer ignored both Himiko and Mammon and kept his eyes fixed on Paimon. “Himiko noticed you were five seconds away from a stress induced heart attack so she campaigned for you to get some time off.”

“I-I-I’m fine, that’s very nice of you to offer but I’m coping well with my extra duties.”

Extra duties, also known as ‘nice things Paimon was doing for a group of demons he respected, which those demons then began to expect him to do all the damn time.’

“Paimon,” Himiko raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “You’re left arm is shaking.”

Paimon silently cursed his stupid arm. “Those are normal shakes!”

“Fuck dude… I don’t even like ya and I want you to take a vacation.”

“Consider it less of an offer and more of an order.” Lucifer said sternly. “Take the week off and come back refreshed. Your school responsibilities will be waived during your time off, now shoo.”

Lucifer waved his hand and strode past him down the hallway. Geez, what a charmer.

“Have fun, Paimon!” Himiko gave him a wave before gesturing Mammon to follow her, class was starting soon after all.

“Th-thank you Ms. Himiko.” Paimon mumbled and began to turn to leave, but Mammon caught the back of his school coat. Huh, a goodbye locker shove perhaps?

“Before ya leave,” Mammon cooed. “What’re ya doin’ with my human?”

“I’m not doing… anything?” Paimon said truthfully.

“Plannin’ on doing anything?”

“N-no?”

“Are ya sure?” Mammon tilted his head, his eyes began to glow dangerously. “Not planning on trying anything?”

“No sir!” Paimon began to wave his hands in an attempt to communicate some extra ‘NO’. “N-not at all! Ms. Himiko’s just a friend!”

Mammon raised an eyebrow and Paimon felt his stomach drop right to the floor. Apparently talking to the human exchange student was a death sentence. Wasn’t the point of this exchange program for demons and humans to get to know each other???

“Really now? How’d you two get to talkin’?”

“I-I uh, she um…” Paimon stuttered. “She swore me to secrecy…”

After blinking a few times in surprise, Mammon dropped Paimon right to the floor. “Alrighty then, I’ll just ask ‘er myself.”

Mammon then sauntered away like nothing happened. Geez… Paimon silently made a wish that Himiko could swallow her pride and actually admit the reason the two became friends so Paimon wouldn’t end up getting his ass handed to him by the Avatar of Greed himself. What a shit way to go…

————

Himiko gave Mammon a glare that could wither roses the moment he began to pepper her with questions about her friendship with Paimon. Geez, couldn’t a lady have some friends who didn’t want to date her? Was that too much to ask?

She let out a sigh and looked around to make sure that she and Mammon were alone in her room and that there was no one walking around in the hallway outside. Good, nobody. “Mammon, Paimon and I exchange gardening tips.”

Mammon blinked a few times and debated pinching himself to see if he was dreaming. His mean little human liked something like gardening..? That was… that was… so fuckin’ adorable! “You… you like gardening..? Really Himi?”

Himiko’s cheeks reddened with embarrassment, which really hindered the effect of her scowl. “Yes. In case you didn’t know, the plants here are very different from the plants in the human world, and I miss having a garden, so,” she gestured to the window out into the HOL’s garden where Mammon noticed quite a few new flower bushes. He had to admit, they were really pretty.

“Oh, so you two aren’t smoochin’ or anything?”

“Mammon,” Himiko smirked and fluttered her eyelashes. “Just because you’re hopelessly in love with me doesn’t mean everyone else is~.”

————

The moment Paimon stepped foot into his apartment he collapsed onto the couch like a… like a… tired person. The man hadn’t had a proper staycation in almost a thousand years, give him a break.

When he was done being a lump on the couch, he looked up at his plants. He hadn’t properly been able to look at them for a while- shit almost all of them were dead. Perhaps Paimon should have invested in a nice garden of cacti instead of fussy water-needing plants. Oh well, he had things to worry about other than his failing garden. His apartment was also a complete mess. After defeating his chronic anxiety by going on a massive cleaning spree, Paimon decided that he had a hankering for some sweets. He ordered in from Madame Scream’s and collapsed back onto the couch.

His pastries arrived and he was fully prepared to dig in until- A knock on the door startled Paimon from his stress free thoughts and the demon rushed to answer the door. The familiar faces of Mephistopheles and Satan awaited him.

“Hey buddy!” Mephisto gave Paimon a friendly (and a little too hard) thwack on the shoulder and walked into the apartment. “I smell foooooooood!”

“Paimon,” Satan flashed a grin and a friendly nod.

“L-lord Satan,” Paimon nodded dumbly, after registering what he was seeing, he stepped aside and let Satan into the apartment, thank fuck he had cleaned it. “What are… what are you doing here? Do you need me to do anything?”

“No, no,” Satan waved Paimon off. “I heard you and Mephisto were trying to solve a mystery and I thought I’d offer my help.”

“Oh! Thank you!” Paimon sputtered, he then turned to his pie, that Mephisto was busily shovelling into his mouth. Mephistopheles gave Paimon and Satan a thumbs up.

“S’great Pai!” Mephisto laughed at his own pun.

The mystery Satan was referring to was the mystery of the vandalized instruments. Paimon had asked Mephisto to help look into it, he was the former president of the newspaper club and had a penchant for getting into trouble and finding people responsible for trouble. It was a last resort kind of thing, really, Mephisto and Paimon never really spoke outside of their few shared classes.

“O-okay, did you guys find anything out..? Do you need me to answer any questions?” Paimon asked, sitting down at his tiny dining table across from Mephisto and Satan.

“We didn’t find much out today, suspect, but we do have some things we’d like to know.” Mephisto pointed a pie-filling covered finger at Paimon. “How do we know it wasn’t you who vandalized the instruments?! I can see the headline now! ‘Band president vandalizes instruments, Mephistopheles hailed as hero and reinstated as newspaper club president!’ I love it!”

“E-eh?!” Paimon jumped backwards in his seat, nearly knocking himself right onto the floor. “Wh-what?! Why would I do that?”

“That’s what I wanna know!” Mephisto slammed his sticky hands down on the table and leaned across to look Paimon right in the face. “Why’d you do it?!”

Satan grabbed the back of Mephisto’s shirt and yanked him back into his seat and gave Paimon an apologetic look. Ah, good cop bad cop, that was the game they were playing.

“Paimon, do you have an alibi?” Satan asked, his tone measured. Paimon meekly nodded.

“Y-yes, technically my alibi is you and your brothers, sir… I was busy all day, and that morning was the last time I saw the instruments before they were wrecked.”

“Mmm, just as I thought,” Satan nodded. “Paimon, does the band have any enemies you know of?”

“N-no,” Paimon said on reflex. “Wait! Yeah… um… a few demons… I have a list…”

He quickly began to write out a list of names. For someone who seemed so meek and pathetic, he had made a lot of enemies… well, less a list of enemies and more of a list of people who found it fun to bother him.

Satan raised an eyebrow as he looked over the list. “Paimon, how?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“How does a high ranking demon like yourself have this many petty enemies that you haven’t dealt with yet?”

A shrug was all Paimon could give. He preferred not to hurt people due to petty grudges, which was not a very good trait for a demon to have. No wonder no one respected him…

Satan huffed and nodded to Mephisto. “Well, we’ll look into these leads. Try and have a nice week off, Paimon.”

—————

Day One:

Lucifer needed his coffee, he sat up in his chair and leaned over to look at the clock, 3:30 pm. Paimon should be- ah, right, Lucifer gave him the week off. No matter, he rose from his seat and prepared to get his own coffee. He was a strong independent demon who didn’t need an assistant thank you very much.

When he walked into the kitchen, he nearly choked on air when he saw the technological monstrosity that was the new coffee machine. It had to be new, he had gone into the kitchen all the time to make his own coffee, hadn’t he? No, Paimon had taken care of that for the past how many years..? Geez, when was the last time Lucifer actually had to walk into RAD’s kitchen?

It’s just a coffee machine, Lucifer reasoned, he’d be able to figure it out in no time.

Riddle him this, why did this infernal thing have so many buttons?! The machine let out an unhappy groan and Lucifer was tempted to repeat the sound himself. Stupid coffee machine… back in his day coffee was made with magic, sure it exhausted the person more but… that’s what the coffee’s for!

After about twenty minutes of nearly fruitless labour, Lucifer finally figured out how to get the machine to make coffee to his tastes. He’d throw the machine at the wall if it made him decaf…

Lucifer (eventually) returned to his office and his massive stack of paperwork with his hot mug of caffeinated salvation and sat back down at his desk. His mind began to wander back to the conversation he had with Himiko the day prior.

Had he forgotten basic courtesy? He had known Paimon longer than Himiko could probably comprehend, was Paimon always this willing to get walked over? Lucifer wracked his brain trying to find the answer. He grimaced when he thought back to his time as an angel, but even then, Paimon was the same. A constantly frazzled Dominion who fell from heaven only to end up a frazzled and even more anxious demon.

It was so odd, when they all first became demons, Paimon was one of the large amount who decided that the best way to figure out their new demonic identities was to cause complete and utter chaos. It was an embarrassment, really, but Diavolo knew that no one could get that number of newly turned demons under control without ripping apart the Devildom, so he sent them up to the human world. It was devastating for the humans, but Diavolo knew it was necessary to save his kingdom. While up in the human world, everyone’s powers were tested and the pecking order if you will, was established. Paimon was right near the top.

One of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, one that watched kingdoms burn for his amusement just mere days after falling from grace, had become nothing more than an assistant. When and why? That was what Lucifer was wondering.

Tsk, he didn’t have time to wonder about the motivations of his little fake assistant, he had way too much work to do. He downed his coffee and stared down his paperwork. He was going to do this himself, or collapse from exhaustion trying.

——————

Day 2:

Mammon mindlessly gnawed on his pencil as he stared down at his homework. He was stuck in the library at RAD and couldn’t go home until his stupid work was done. His human had gone off with Asmo to go shopping… dummy… not that he cared or anything…

He needed help, but the great Mammon didn’t grovel! Wait, yes he did. But he usually didn’t have to when it came to his homework. That little nerd Paimon was always down to let Mammon copy his homework. Sure, if Lucifer even dared to ask if Paimon had let Mammon copy his homework, the purple haired demon would sing like a canary. Stupid little snitch….

…Mammon could have really used that little snitch right then…

He searched his mind for anything to daydream about to distract himself from the lame homework. Ah! His human! He liked to think about his human. Her cute little smile… her deep dark eyes… her soft hair that tumbled over her shoulders… her dumb but still somehow cute little headband…

Not that he liked her or anything! Uggggghhhh… this was going to be a long ass study session…

——————

How did things get this way..?

Paimon was once again lying face down on his couch, apparently cleaning only temporarily staved off his mental illness. At least he was spiralling in a clean house…

His concert hall got completely wrecked and his status wasn’t a deterrent to the stupid vandals… Paimon could and had crushed kingdoms beneath his heel! He’d sown discord across entire countries! Humans and demons alike begged to have the privilege of his favour, and now, nothing. Paimon hugged his knees to his chest and tried to ignore the feeling of his glasses digging into the side of his face. The tightness in his chest and gut was indicative of one thing:

Guilt.

Paimon was guilty. After being called back to the Devildom and seeing what he had done to the human world, he felt the worst most roiling and disgusting sense of guilt. He was completely alone, if any other demon that went up there and did the things he did felt guilty about any of it, they were amazing at hiding it. He had been an angel just a few days before he went completely ballistic…

Was his behaviour for the past thousand years some sort of bullshit atonement for him? Tsk, he didn’t have time to give himself a therapy session. He needed to go to sleep. He earned it, after all.

——————

Day 3:

Levi absentmindedly tapped his phone screen, the colourful gacha game was completely failing to fully entrap his attention. Ugh… just get the daily rewards and log out…

A crowd of chattering students walked into the formerly empty classroom to sit and eat lunch. Stupid normies… whenever he had to show up to school he at least had the ability to eat lunch by himself.

It was Paimon’s doing, obviously. After hearing that Levi was having a tough time being at RAD, the demon took it upon himself to make Levi more comfortable. After the first few times, Levi enlisted him as his personal crowd disperser.

He often wandered the halls during lunch making sure everything was alright like the world’s most anxious hall monitor. Whenever Levi happened to notice the sound of Paimon’s feet pattering against the stone floor, it was usually followed by Paimon’s meek little voice telling some wandering students that the classroom was occupied.

Tsk, dumb normie on his dumb vacation. Levi huffed and slid his headphones on to drown out the sound of the other students talking.

Paimon needed to hurry up and get baaaaaaaaaaack…

—————

Day Four:

“Alright, the scene of the crime…” Satan placed his hands on his hips and looked around the concert hall. The Avatar of Wrath had let Mephisto loose on Phenex and Eurynome for questioning. Satan now had the crime scene all to himself for investigating.

Most of the instruments were dented and ruined, hm… maybe he should have viewed the crime scene earlier when it was fresher. Man… all the fictional detectives Satan knew of would be so disappointed in him. Not perturbed, Satan began to peruse the room and take it all in. Well, until Asmo broke down the door shouting his name.

“Saaaaaaaataaaaaaaan!”

“I’m right here, Asmo, you don’t need to yell.” Satan turned and gave him an annoyed look. Asmo only beamed and clapped his hands together.

“No need to be so snide, Satan dear, I’m gracing you with my presence!” Asmo cartoonishly pouted as he almost skipped towards Satan. He looped his arm around Satan’s and began to try and pull him out of the room. “Come on! We’re going to have a self care day!”

“No, no we’re not.” Satan gently removed Asmo’s arm from his and shook his head. “I’m trying to solve a mystery, here.”

“Really?” Asmo raised an eyebrow and absentmindedly twirled a lock of hair with his finger. “Why? Isn’t this Paimon’s business?”

“Yeah, but Paimon asked Mephisto for help and Mephisto asked me, so here I am.” Seeing that Asmo wasn’t convinced, Satan dragged a hand down his face and prayed to the Demon King that his gossip of a brother could keep a secret. “There are no exams to study for, my favourite detective book series just ended, and Lucifer just rehomed a cat I took in. I have nothing else to do and I’m bored as hell.”

Asmo wrinkled his nose, then shrugged and nodded. “Eh, legit enough for me. I’ll help too!”

The two somewhat carefully rummaged around the room, searching for literally any kind of evidence that wasn’t destroyed in the fight between Phenex and Eury.

“Tada~ evidence!” So quickly? Satan had to stop himself from sighing as he turned to face his brother. Asmo proudly presented what looked like a neon orange fake nail, Satan crossed his arms and gave his brother a deadpan stare.

“Groundbreaking.”

“Satan, for a detective you can be really dense sometimes, I swear.” Asmo huffed and fixed his hair. “People who play musical instruments keep their nails short. Fake nails like these are expensive and are stuck onto the actual nail and sealed with magic. This obviously came off by accident, and it doesn’t belong to some band kid.”

“It belongs to the culprit then…” Satan murmured, digging through his pockets for his list of suspects. “Asmo, tell me, does anyone on this list have these kinds of nails?”

Asmo scanned the list of suspects and hummed to himself before snapping his fingers and grinning. “Only Amii would wear something as garish as that.”

Ah, one of RAD’s resident assholes. Amii and their partner in crime, Murmur, were frequent visitors to the detention hall due to their rampant idiocy. Their combined ability to learn absolutely nothing from their past punishments rivalled Mammon’s, and that was saying something because Mammon had gotten strung up at least once a month for the past two thousand years.

So, the little bastards had taken to bothering Paimon recently… perfect! Mystery solved!

Satan scratched his chin, then grinned. “I think we’ve found our culprits. Thanks Asmo, you were a real help.”

“It’s no problem Satan, really, you can repay me by keeping me company while we both have a nice spa day.”

————

Spending time rethinking one’s entire life and trying to cultivate a garden really sapped up Paimon’s energy. He wasn’t lying down on the couch this time though, his new breakdown spot was his kitchen table.

As he expressed to himself multiple times, he was sick and tired of being walked over, he may have hated being a demon, but he still was one. A damn high ranking one at that! He wasn’t some midranking Dominion anymore! He should be treated with basic respect!

The sudden ringing of his phone jolted him from his mini identity/respect crisis and he fumbled to pick it up.

“H-hello?”

“Paimon, you’ll be pleased to know that I have found the culprits.” Satan’s voice rang out from the phone and Paimon let out a sigh of relief. “Though, Amii and Murmur aren’t on school property at the moment.”

“Y-yeah…” Paimon was too emotionally drained to act surprised. “I think they’re on an overnight trip or something… they’ll be back on Monday.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I uh… I checked the budget documents you sent out at the start of the year to make sure no one was skimming funds again…” Paimon pursed his lips and sighed. “Remember what happened last year? I wanted to make sure Mammon didn’t cause you any extra trouble.”

“Ah, right.” Satan said. “Thanks for that.”

A genuine thank you! Paimon’s eyes practically sparkled as he nodded enthusiastically before realizing Satan couldn’t technically see him. “Y-you’re welcome!”

“So, I know it’s your club but this is also RAD property and I assume you know how much musical instruments are to replace…”

“Yeah… rest assured, I’ll deal with those two.” Paimon mumbled.

“Hm, I’d like to be there, if you don’t mind.”

You see, that was code for ‘I’m going to watch you to make sure you’re not just going to give them a lecture on not hurting other people’s feelings.’

“It’s no problem, Lord Satan.” Paimon said. “Come by if you have the time after school. I’ll put on a show.”

——————

Day Five:

Asmo was practically skipping through RAD’s hallways like he was following the yellow brick road or something. What had him so chipper? Some of his friends in the sewing club had agreed to help him sew some of his clothing designs and make them legitimately wearable! EEEEEEEE! He was so excited! He threw open the doors to the club and everyone… did not shower him with affection and praise. Pardon but what was this bullshit?

“Sorry Lord Asmodeus… but we’re in a bit of a crisis. Some of the sewing machines broke and we don’t have any way to replace them right now.” One of the club members said.

“How’d this even happen?!” Asmo huffed. “The sewing club never shuts down! There was a miniature hurricane going through RAD about a century ago and literally none of you skipped your club meeting!”

“W-well, normally we’d call Paimon to order some new machines or call a repairman because the student council usually gets really busy around this time of day…”

“UGH.” Asmo threw his head back and dramatically groaned. “Are there any machines in here that actually work?”

“Y-yes, about three of them…”

The demon pointed to three in the back and Asmo stomped over to begin sewing the one outfit he could do. He had bought nice fabrics and everything…

Asmo pulled out his sketch of the design, he smiled and set it down next to the sewing machine. He remembered how to use these… right?

‘Paimon usually fixes this’ ‘Paimon deserves a break’ ‘Paimon Paimon Paimon’ Asmo had to stop himself from openly rolling his eyes whenever that little pipsqueak’s name was mentioned. The Avatar of Lust had the stinking suspicion that the bespectacled demon wasn’t particularly fond of him. Everyone loved Asmo, that was a known fact, but Paimon had a funny way of showing it.

He never went exactly out of his way to help Asmo with anything. If Asmo requested help, it was always met with a cold ‘yes lord Asmodeus’. Hmph, Asmo had to hold back a bit of a smirk as a thought crept into his mind.

Paimon’s behaviour was truly a testament to how hard the Avatar of Lust is to get over~.

—————

Ready? Okay! The first step to becoming a respected demon was fixing the way he was perceived by others, and people mainly made their judgements on outward appearances.

Paimon was going to fix his self image! No more dorky glasses! Wait… he couldn’t see… damn. Okay, get contact lenses instead! Aaaaaaand he was out of those. New plan, the dorky glasses were staying on for the time being!

Hmmm… maybe he should flatten down his weird little crescent moon shaped Ahoge… Yeah, not going to happen. His hair kept flying right back up no matter how much hairspray he used.

Looking into his bathroom mirror, Paimon wondered how long it had been since he actually fussed over his appearance. 400… 500 years? Geez, that lined up awfully well with the last time he had been on a date… and that ‘relationship’ did not end well.

Oh well, he looked… well he looked like himself. That was fine. He just needed to fix his posture really quick-

The audible crack of Paimon’s spine may have scared his neighbour’s cat and caused the neighbour on his other side to wonder why their hellhound started barking, but at least he was standing up straight again. It was nice not to be slouched forward like the world’s most nervous Igor. Paimon stretched and shook out his shoulders. Huh, he forgot he was supposed to be 5’7 and not 5’5. He should have done this a while ago.

——————

The Weekend:

School was out for the next two days but the student council was still in the stupid building. Lord Diavolo had decided that the school year needed yet another festival week and it was up to the student council to budget, manage, and plan this entire thing, and to top off the sundae of stress, two of their members were missing.

Beel and Belphie were on the complete opposite side of the school, and their dear little human was having a hell of a time dragging them to the meeting. This was Himiko’s reward for not being an asshole.

“Beel, for the love of all things good in the world, I’m sure there will be snacks provided at the meeting, now get your face out of the fridge.” The long suffering Himiko practically begged. The attic nap club were stuck in the cafeteria despite the borderline desperate efforts of the human.

“You can’t know that for sure…” Beel sighed mournfully before he took another bite of whatever eldritch horror those demons called food. “Paimon or Barbatos would usually bring the snacks and neither of them are here…”

Foolishly hoping that the younger of the two twins would be able to do something, Himiko turned to Belphie, who was passed out with his head down on a cafeteria table.

“Belphie, wake up and help me get Beel out of the cafeteria.”

“No. I am asleep.”

“Belphie I swear-”

“Sh. Sleep.”

Beel usually carried Belphie’s unconscious ass to those stupid meetings because Beel knew for a fact there’d be snacks there, and now neither twin would move from the cafeteria. Great. Time to use the pacts Himiko worked so hard to obtain.

This. This was what it was like to be the one master to rule them all. It was glorified babysitting.

“BOTH OF YOU HAUL ASS TO THE ASSEMBLY HALL RIGHT NOW. BRING THE FOOD IN THE FRIDGE WITH YOU.”

Monday couldn’t come soon enough…

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To be concluded!

Author’s Note: Not too satisfied with this one, but honestly when am I ever satisfied with my own writing? Pai will go politely apeshit next part I promise

TFW you’re royalty and the local brown-noser goes on vacation and you now have no one to boss around :/ totally relatable right guys?

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me MC #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me OC #Obey me fic

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Roses and Blood

pairing: private detective! Yuta Nakamoto x journalist! Y/N

word count: 4.4k words

genre: angst, a bit of smut, NOIR

summary : A high-profile cheating case just become a murder case. And the center of it all is the detective himself.

warnings : death, murder, blood, cigarettes, alcohol, sexual themes (masturbation) but not detailed, abuse, mentions of cheating, mentions of torture

This is my attempt to write a Noir AU, I’m not a fan of detective movies or this genre so this is the best that I can make up. This is heavily inspired by Secret’s Poison MV. 😁

taglist: @dimplehyunn @nominsgirl @jaesqueso @ahsshilee-me @readers-posts @justpeachygirl

written for Neo-City Noir Collab Call by @suh-insane

An extra cube of sugar in my cup of coffee. The only thing that changed in my everyday routine. The everyday bustling and hustling of the street outside didn’t change a bit. A typical day.

The calmness of the office was disturbed when the door opened. A strong scent of woman’s perfume hitting my nose. Roses. She smelled like roses.

The woman removed her coat, revealing a red button-down blouse hugging her figure. Blood. She reminds me of blood. A woman who might bring trouble.

Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office and she slumped on the chair before I could remove my eyes from her. “I need your help.” She started, crossing her legs. “Detective Nakamoto.”

I leaned in on the table to assess her. An unreadable expression. She might be used to this. She took an envelope from her white handbag, sliding it on the table in front of me. "This is the file for Senator Hall." I opened the envelope which revealed a detailed copy of the said senator's information. "There had been threats to his life and I wanted to ask your help in finding who the mystery sender is."

There are different sized papers inside the envelope, letters cut from magazines that contain messages of threats. “Are you and the senator…?” Her lips curled up even before I could finish my sentence.

She handed a card, slipping it on the table. “I’m Y/N, Senator Hall’s publicist.” True enough, the card says that she is a journalist. “There are talks about how good you are, considering you found the mistress of Otto Holding’s chairman.” My jaw clenched. It’s not my best work but why did I get famous because of that? “Can I assure your help, Detective?”

I nodded with a smirk. She knew the business. Interesting. The woman placed the briefcase on the table, “This is just the first payment.” A briefcase full of money? This is serious business. She placed a gold-colored card above the briefcase with the letters ‘Fantasia’ written on it. “The senator usually comes to this club. He often gets the letters in this place.”

Fantasia? It’s a new high-end club that just opened for VIPs. This just narrowed down the list of potential suspects. They can either be VIPs or someone working in that club.

“I trust that you do your job discreetly,” She leaned on the table and I found myself staring at the low cut of her red blouse. “Mr. Yuta Nakamoto.” The way my name rolled on her tongue sent shivers down my spine. And as she left the office, her heels clicking on the floor, I was left with the scent of roses and an unhealthy amount of attraction for the senator’s publicist.

My fingers fiddled with the business card she handed.

Miss Y/N.

Trouble.

Will I get to see her again?

Fantasia is so posh, so high class, that security is so tight. It runs in an invite-only policy, the golden card that Miss Y/N handed. But even if you had the said invite, you needed to give them your personal information. Nothing bad will surely happen here.

The inside was not anything I imagined. The smell of alcohol and the blinding lights are the first thing noticeable inside, followed by jazz music playing. Girls in promiscuous clothes were serving drinks as another girl with flashy red clothes was singing on the stage. The color of rose and blood. And I was reminded of Ms. Y/N once again.

Senator. I’m here for a task.

After getting my drink from the bartender, I searched for a place where I could sit and surveyed the place. Before I approached a corner seat, I spotted the man I should be eyeing, seated on a velvet couch and staring at the girl on the stage. Based on the files, he has a wife and she’s very wealthy. Is this another case of a cheating husband? Then this case will be solved immediately.

The girl in the red dress singing earlier made her way to the crowd, stopping in front of the senator before giving him a smile and a wink. A smirk escaped my lips, case closed. I've been in this work for so long to know that his wife is giving him threats for having a girlfriend. A cliché love story.

The task was done even before I could begin so I drank a little to celebrate my small victory. Although the drink is expensive, I deserved this.

I'm busy minding my drink when the seat beside me gets occupied. "Hi." The same girl in the red dress singing on stage earlier. The senator's lover. "You're new here, aren't you?"

Does she keep track of the people here? "Want me to show you a good time?" What? But before I could say anything, she lightly pushed up her skirt to show me her thigh. What the hell is this club?

I turned around from her, facing the female bartender who was wiping the counter, and drank the contents of my glass in one gulp. I have to get out of here. The girl held my chest and I hastily stood up, feeling my head throbbed. What is happening to me? I felt my legs lose their strength as my stomach grumbled, sour liquid creeping up in my throat.

Immediately, I ran to the men's toilet to vomit everything in my stomach. The sour and bitter taste coming out of my mouth. Where did this come from? Is it the expensive drink? Am I not allowed to drink expensive scotch? Luxury life isn't really for me.

The moment I went out, wiping my mouth with my handkerchief, a surprise overtook me. A body was lying on the floor, a pool of blood by my feet. Turning it, I stumbled on my feet to see the senator as pale as a ghost. What the hell? I kneeled on the bloody floor, pumping his chest to at least save him but it's too late. He already lost a lot of blood. Shit, this is bad.

A stray bullet can be seen on the side of his body next to something glistening. An earring. Gold flower earring. The lingering smell of cigarettes, mint cigarettes. Before I could stand, the door opened followed by a scream of terror. This is really bad.

The door closed. I had to save myself. Even if it is the most questionable thing, I jumped out of the window and ran for my life. My hands were still bloody as well as my coat, the earring in my coat pocket. This is a first. What will happen to me now? There's only one person who saw me. They can't actually remember me, right?

It must be the distress, the lightheaded feeling of panic. A blinding car light made me stop in my tracks. This might be my death. I should have bought the fanciest drink there is.

"Detective Nakamoto?" Then the voice of an angel. I might be dead. "Are you alright?" The angel appears to wear a red shirt. The color of blood. Death. "What happened to you?" Her flesh feels warm, she's alive.

It is the distress, the panic, that I cling to her arm. The police sirens could be heard and I begged for her to take me out of the place.

The evening lights were blinding as she drove. Destination, unknown. Her phone rang and she accepted the call, Mrs. Hall. "My husband is dead." She stepped on the brakes immediately, putting her phone on handset before glancing at me.

I didn't hear what they were talking about but her stare at me got me ideas. She might have found out that I'm in the same club as him. When she put down the call, she only stared at me. "You killed him?"

"What? Of course not."

She raised an eyebrow, eyeing my bloody coat. "I swear I didn't. I saw him lying in his own blood when I left the restroom stall."

"Someone saw you." She opened the radio of her car, "And now, they're looking for you." The voice from the radio was talking about how the senator was found dead in the jazz club and that they're looking for a man in a coat. I hastily removed my coat, throwing it on the backseat of the car.

She laughed at that. "You think that's all, detective?" She showed her phone, a picture of me taken earlier in the club with a wanted sign on top. Shit! "I asked you to find who tried to kill him, not kill him."

"I swear I didn't," I shouted, putting my hands up. "I don't even own a gun and he was shot." I tried to think of other things I noticed at the scene of the crime. Come on Yuta, think. "It smells like cigarettes and I don't smoke."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "But why are you there?"

"You asked me to come there."

"I mean the restroom." She rolled her eyes. "If he was shot, why didn't you hear the gunfire? Why didn't you ask for help?"

I closed my eyes in frustration. Journalists really are inquisitive. "I was vomiting my drink and I don't know, I panicked. I thought I could save him." She started the car without a word and I just sat there, looking outside to see where we were going.

What will happen to me now? A wanted man. I can't return to my original life. Why am I in this mess? "I'm sorry. I believe you. I asked you for help and you were just trying to do your job." I nodded. At least she understands. "But for now, everyone knows you so I'll help you hide then maybe we can clear your name."

I have nothing to do but trust her. I need to clear my name. Why is my brain so blank now?

We stopped at a gas station to get some food. I’m pretty famished after vomiting everything but the moment I stepped inside the store, the news of the senator can be heard followed by a description of the person who killed him. The attendant stared at me before Y/N took his attention. This is bad.

Hastily, I made a beeline outside after cleaning my hands off the blood. Y/N is already outside with a lollipop in her mouth, leaning by her car. “I borrowed some clothes.” She should have said that when I was inside but where did she get those clothes? “You can change inside the car.”

Here? In the open? But she was already opening the door for me. The clothes were on the backseat of her car, a black shirt and jogger pants. And it’s better than having my bloody clothes so even if the shirt is a little tight, pants shorter, I have to wear this.

She eyed me from head to toe and for the first time, I felt exposed. A raise of an eyebrow followed by the lollipop removed from her mouth with a popping sound. "Do you have any place you can go?" Is there? They're probably at my apartment address by now. The police might be in my office. I shook my head and she smirked, gesturing to the car.

The city buildings are now gone, replaced by endless empty landscapes. It was a long drive. The news from the radio was replaced by jazz music, her phone kept ringing but she didn't mind it all. A blinding light changed the overall aura of the surroundings as she made a sharp turn heading to what seems like a motel. Why here of all places? It looks like a rundown. Is someone still living here?

I followed her to what seems like an endless hallway, the smell of cigarettes and weed in the air as the sounds of grunting and bed squeaking can be heard. She inserted a key on the last door to the right, opening it and switching the lights on. “Stay here for a while.” She whispered before casually entering the room. It smelled like roses. Her scent.

“Do you live here?” She shook her head, handing me a bottle of beer. Then why does she look so comfortable here? She removed her coat and casually throwing it to the couch in the middle of the room. Her arms filled with bruises and scars. “What happened?”

She shrugged, disappearing to another door and I took time to look around. A large window covered with dark curtains, bottles of beer on the floor under the table. I even saw underwear which made me immediately turn around. There was a sound of murmuring from inside the room, she might be on a call with someone.

I took my phone out of my coat pocket which revealed countless calls and even messages asking where I was. In annoyance, I just closed my phone and return it to the pocket where my fingers grazed at something sharp. The earring. The gold flower earring. It’s a woman.

“A woman killed him.” I immediately told Y/N when she went out of the room. “I’m certain of that.” She glanced at me in question. “Maybe his wife.”

“Mrs. Hall? She’s so kind.” She claimed. “Why would she do that?”

“Because he’s seeing someone else.” The statement obviously came as a surprise to her. Doesn’t she know? “Senator Hall is seeing another girl in that jazz club.” Her eyebrows were scrunched to focus on my words. Then it came. That girl. She was beside me before I took a shot of my drink. She might have put something in my drink. She listened as I narrate everything to her, no one can help me with this shithole but her. I need to clear my name and find who really killed the senator.

She bit her lip. “Do you really think she did it? The jazz singer?” I nodded. It’s only her or his wife. “I’m meeting Mrs. Hall tomorrow. I’ll try and look at this.” She rolled her eyes. “This is supposed to be your job.” I apologized. It really is. But my hands are tied now. I can’t do anything.

The death was all over the news. My face plastered on every newspaper and wanted poster. How quick are they to assume that I killed the senator? Should I just come clean and tell them that I don’t have a gun? That I don’t smoke?

With nothing to do, I laundry my bloody clothes and some of Y/N’s things. Lightly tidying up her motel room. Why would a girl like her live in a place like this?

And as I reached out from under the couch, I found out exactly why.

It’s almost midnight yet she isn’t back. Maybe she isn’t coming here tonight. So I settled to bed, removing the dirty shirt I have been wearing the whole day. The incessant pounding of the bed on the wall from the other room only made me annoyed and, well, disturbed. I can’t fucking sleep. The moans got louder, mattress squeaking that made it unable for me to focus on just sleeping. Fuck! I’m very well disturbed.

My hand slipped inside my pants, finger tracing the outline of my member while thinking of a certain girl in red lace underwear. Hand wrapped around the hard rod, I started stroking while creating soft moans along with the sound of sex next door. “Y/N,” I whispered and a gasp can be heard that made me open my eyes. She’s in the doorway, looking at me in surprise. Fuck! Immediately, I removed my hand from my pants then stood up from the bed that made me light-headed. “It’s not what it looked like. I…”

“Yuta,” she called. A sound that rang like a melody in my ears. There were tears in her eyes, a bruised lip, and a cut on her cheek. The reason why she’s staying in this motel room. Why that ring is under the couch. “I don’t want to come back to him anymore.” She choked on her tears.

Y/N’s cries got louder as I wrap my arms around her. “Then don’t come back to him,” I whispered. How long was this? Why isn’t she speaking up about this? Why is she hiding here? “I’ll protect you, Y/N.”

She stared right into my eyes. And I knew that very moment I shouldn't have let myself be taken by her good looks and smell. I realized that she was the kind of trouble I was looking for. The kind that would give my life a sense of purpose.

My hunches might be right seeing how there are bruises and scars all over her skin. How can a confident girl be this fucked up? Now, I have more reasons to clear my name. "When everything clears up, stay with me." I whispered then kissed her bare shoulder. My lips went to hers, gently kissing the bruises and cuts in her skin as if I could erase them. My arms trying to give her the warmth she needed.

When I woke up, she was nowhere in sight. Her car wasn’t outside as well, she must be off to work. The news is different now, something about the stocks dropping and the murder of another man in town. Maybe I can come outside now. But where should I go? There isn’t any diner or restaurant near the motel, even a store where I can buy food. I’ll have to wait for her to come home and wish that she brought food.

Luckily, Y/N did. Sushi. Along with the take-out foods is an envelope that contains papers inside. A picture is inside the brown file, the girl from the jazz club. “Is she the one you’re talking about?” I nodded. Although her clothes are different and with a lesser make-up on, she’s obviously that girl. There were details about her, her name and her address. “Do you think she killed the senator?”

“Why would she drug me if not?”

“That’s not enough evidence, Yuta.” She’s right. It really isn’t enough evidence to name her the suspect. Shit! Is there anything I can do to clear my name? “I’ll try and watch her, maybe I can get some answers.”

I moved closer to her, holding her in my arms. If we’re going to clear my name, she wouldn’t be doing this alone. She’s been through a lot. “I’ll come with you.” When she kissed my lips, I already knew her answer.

She was exactly that girl in the bar. My eyes can’t fool me. It’s a high possibility that she is the killer now that we’re watching her smoke a cigarette. All we need to do is get her alibi and see if she has a gun. But I'm positive that she is the killer. Why would she put poison in my drink? Why me?

Is it to frame me? She doesn't know me. Is it obvious that I'm a detective at first glance? Which came to my first question, why me?

That question still lingered in my mind. It's been a week since we saw the girl. Y/N would always leave in the morning and come back each night with new information about the Senator's case. She had been working closely with the lawyers and the police about the case, updating me of recent findings. "Can I come out now? Tell the police everything I know about the case?" I asked while brushing her hair, her head laying on my arm. "I have enough evidence."

"Evidence?"

"An earring," I whispered and she jolted to sit, looking at me surprised. "I saw an earring at the scene of the crime."

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" She picked up her discarded clothes in a hurry. Why? What’s wrong? But before I could ask anything, she had already left.

The news of the senator’s death was once again on the headlines but this time, my face isn’t the one flashing but the jazz singer’s as the suspect. She admitted to the crime, saying that she had been threatening the senator since he promised that he’ll buy her out of the club. Fantasia club is now under a lot of criticism for prostitution and the unethical labor of the workers. A gun with a silencer was found in her possession, the weapon used for the crime.

My picture flashed on the screen, not as a suspect, but as the detective who solved all of this.

There’s only one thing to do now. Go back to my normal life.

Journalists all came to the office and asked me a lot of questions. The newspaper was filled with pictures of me, claiming that I’m the best detective in town and the phone kept ringing endlessly in the office. I smiled, it hadn’t been a typical day even if I didn’t put an extra cube of sugar in my coffee.

I was on a call with a journalist from the local newspaper when two uniformed personnel came inside my office. “Detective Nakamoto, we need your help.” And I knew, this is something serious.

Maybe it already happened two times. I have been to this place before. Thrice. I have been here thrice. The mansion of the Chairman of Otto Holdings. It was his wife who asked me to come here before. Now, the reason was him.

The officials informed me about the corpse, stabbed in the stomach then shot in the head. The killer wants him dead, I’m sure of that. I saw him a couple of times before and he is a tall man. If someone were to kill him by stabbing his stomach, that person might be close to him. Who would do this? His wife? But she’s already living abroad. His lover perhaps? Someone working for him?

“Reports said that he’s here with his daughter. We’re trying to locate her.” He had a daughter? They showed a plastic bag with the pieces of evidence found at the crime scene: strands of long hair, cigarette butt, a bullet. Familiar shreds of evidence.

They let me look around his office, the place polished in cleanliness except for little splotches of blood on the carpet. Old marks of blood. On one side of the wall were torture devices: floggers, leather whips, handcuffs, and wooden cane. Either he’s into serious sexual acts or he’s just a demon who loves torture.

A picture hanging on the wall took my attention. A happy family. The young-looking chairman was standing behind his estranged wife who looked really happy and youthful. On her lap is a young girl with such angelic features. Bright shining eyes. Then a familiar thing caught my attention.

The gold flower earring was shining on my hand. The same earring the little girl is wearing in the picture. Why do I feel like I’ve been chasing the wrong suspect all along? I drank some beer, seated by the edge of my desk when the door opened. Before I could tell that the office was closed for the day, a strong scent of a woman’s perfume hit my nose. Roses. The familiar smell of roses. Y/N.

She removed the black coat she had on, revealing a red wrap-around dress that shows some skin below her neckline and stops midthigh. Her hair has gotten shorter since the last time I saw her. Lips deep red. Her heels click-clacking against the hardwood of my office. A sheer lace thigh-high stocking completed her look.

Her hand slipped on my neck, leaning close to whisper in my ear “Long time no see, hotshot.” My heart beating wildly against my chest. Her smell. That addicting smell. Her lips went to mine. Her taste. A deadly combination of alcohol, cigarette, and mint. “I missed you, Yuta.” She whispered in that erotic voice, fingers heading south my shirt.

I took the glass of alcohol to relieve the parching of my throat, finishing the contents before holding her by the waist. “It’s you, isn’t it?” A smirk escaped her lips. “You killed the chairman.” I should have been aware the moment it smelled like roses in the chairman’s house. “You’re his daughter.” The same eyes as the girl in the picture. “Why…?”

My chest suddenly felt tight. Like someone just punched my heart. I gasped for air. Mouth burning as if on fire. She just sat on the chair, crossing her legs while watching me. “Because he promised mom that he’ll take care of me.” She flexed her fingers, checking her nails. “I hate people who don’t fulfill their promises.”

Promises. The same thing the jazz singer said about the senator. “You…” I coughed blood. “You also killed the senator.” It makes sense now. She came to me. She wanted me there. She pretended to help me. The earring. Her reaction. The taste of mint and cigarettes. “Why? Why me?” My legs feel numb that I fell on the floor.

“Isn’t it your fault why mom left my dad? Why I’m in hell because of him?” It wasn’t a husband. It was her dad. He really is a monster. “Think of this as a little gift. You’ve became famous. Everyone will know that you died.” Her fingers glide on the edge of the desk, placing a small white pill beside the glass. “They just wouldn’t know how.”

I called for her name but she just stared at me with an evil look in her eyes. “I sincerely liked you, Yuta. I even believed that we could be together.”

“We can.” But every word felt like a thorn in my chest. “I love you.”

The corner of her lips curled up, kneeling beside me. “But you’re also like them. Promising things and not actually doing it.” I grasp her arm, words not coming out of my mouth. She took her phone. “Mrs. Hall, the work is done.” She stared right into me with cold eyes. “Detective Nakamoto is gone.”

Her lips were as red as rose as she smirked at me. Her dress, red. The color of blood.

The memory of when I first saw her came to me. The same smell of roses. The gold flower earrings on her ears. The same color as blood telling me that she’s bad news.

I should have listened.

But it’s too late.

She is indeed trouble.

The kind of trouble that will be the death of me.

Like a sweet poison. She’s a poison. Addicting. Deadly.

And then everything went black.

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