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🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k

🍭 aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy

Sunday

You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, you’ve had two job interviews in the past week, and you don’t want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiny, how’s your night going?”

Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the ‘tiny’ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.

Your curiosity is sparked.

“Who is this?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. “I get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole ‘calling a girl and being mysterious’ thing won’t get you laid anytime soon.”

“Are you sure about that?” You can hear a hint of laughter in the man’s voice.

“If you’re not going to tell me who you are, I’ll hang up.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” There’s a pause then, “Let’s just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought we’d hit it off.”

“Whoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on… you can’t be serious about this.”

“I am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.”

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you, Mister Ghost Face.”

“I’ve got good reason to be, trust me on that.”

You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. “Yunho? Is this you getting high again?”

“Wrong frat, but good guess. I didn’t know Alpha Tappa Zeta’s star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.”

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself. You hadn’t meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone about his… habits. That would be hypocritical of me.”

You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this.

“Do you want to take another guess? I’ll give you three chances. You have two more.”

Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldn’t do a charade like this. He’s very open about hitting on you any time you’re at one of his parties.

“Jeonghan?” you ask.

“Last guess, Tiny.”

He doesn’t confirm or deny if you’ve gotten the frat right, but you can’t really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious man’s profile.

Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. They’ve got quite a few weed lovers there, and you’ve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys.

There’s Yuta, and he’d definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you don’t know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances.

“Hyuck? Please tell me this isn’t you.”

“Close but no cigar.”

“I don’t like this game.”

“You’re not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, don’t you think?”

“What’s your angle with all of this?” you question. “If you’re not going to tell me who you are, then what’s the point of calling?”

The line is silent for a few moments. “I guess… I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?”

Your heart softens, if only momentarily. “Then grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really annoying?”

“A few times actually.”

“Well, you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met and I haven’t even met you.”

“Yes, you have.”

“God, I’m tired of this. Goodnight.”

You don’t even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.

Despite trying to get back to your movie, you can’t get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you can’t even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been.

You’ll have to do some digging tomorrow. You can’t not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.

Monday

Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.

“Are you okay?”

“No, Mark, I’m not okay,” you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Mark’s not the one doing this to you. “Someone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, I’m not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-”

“That sounds hella sketchy.”

“Super sketchy,” you agree.

“I know it’s October and everything, but that’s a weird way to hit on a girl.”

“That’s what I said!” Mark always understands you. “He said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought we’d be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.”

“Is this friend a girl or a guy?”

“Mystery man wouldn’t tell me,” you groan.

“So… this dude could be literally anyone.”

“Not Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,” you explain, “the hint is that he’s a stoner.”

“Lots of frat guys are stoners.”

“Exactly,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat.

“What are you going to do if he calls you again?” Mark asks. “This kind of feels like stalker behavior.”

“It does,” you admit. “But at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says we’ve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to ‘talk to me a little,’ which, I don’t know, for some reason I feel like he’s not a stalker.”

Mark gives you a look that says ‘You’re crazy,’ and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.

“So if he calls you again…” Mark reasks his earlier question, one you’d chosen to ignore.

But you can’t ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.

“If he calls again… We’ll see what happens.”

“Tiny-”

“Mark,” you counter, knowing he’s about to chastise you. But you don’t want to hear it. If even he doesn’t have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply can’t give up. If you never find out who this ‘Ghost Face’ dude is, you’ll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.

“Look, I’ll ask around a little,” Mark concedes.

You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back.

Mark’s a good guy.

If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.

Monday pt 2

It’s nine o'clock and you’re starting to get tired while you study. You’re in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiny.”

“Wow, Mister Ghost Face,” you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, “two nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?”

The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you can’t believe you’re actually kind of having fun with this.

“I do like you,” the mystery man confirms. “Tell me about your day.”

“Tell you about my day?” You’re in shock.

“Uh huh.”

“No teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?”

“I’ll tell you what,” he lets out a sigh, “like you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, I’ll reveal myself when you come to the party.”

“The party?” you repeat. “You make it sound like there’s only one frat party on Halloween.”

“Only one worth going to.”

“Is that so?” He’s so cocky- why does that turn you on?

“Yup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, you’ve come to my frat.”

Your body freezes. He’s just given you a massive hint-

“So you’re an NCT boy?”

“Wouldn’t call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment he’s just made.

The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.”

“You don’t have to- watch what you say, I mean.”

“Yeah?” You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- “Are you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.”

“Dirty guy,” you counter, “trying to entice me by saying your dick is big.”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“I’m intrigued,” you admit, “but not only because of your cock.”

“It’s a nice cock.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you about my day,” you sidestep. “Had an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.”

“Of course.”

“Well, he has no clue who you could be.”

“You talked about me.”

You can hear him smiling.

“I bet you couldn’t even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.”

Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well… who the fuck is this guy?

“Stop being so cocky,” you insist.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Mark told me you’re probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.”

“I don’t have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. I’m an unknown caller… can you even block unknown callers?”

“I guess we’ll find out when I block you.”

“Won’t happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?”

“Are you really that interested in my day?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested.”

He’s a cocky softy, who would have imagined.

You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- you’ve dated men who don’t even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.

“Classes were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.”

“They were good cupcakes.”

“Wait…” your stomach churns a little. “You stopped by?”

“I’m a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.”

You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man you’re currently talking to.

“Did we talk?”

“You talked to everyone who bought something. I’m not special.”

Except… he kind of is special, in a way you can’t truly explain… not yet anyways.

“Maybe you are a stalker,” you decide.

“I can promise you I’m not, but I bet you’d be kind of into it if I was.”

This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, you’re not sure how to even handle him.

“Look, I was studying when you called-”

“Right, you should get back to that.”

“I should.”

“Sleep tight, Tiny. It’s been nice talking to you.”

Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasn’t been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy.

Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a “Bye,” and you hang up the phone.

However, you don’t get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.

He sounds groggy as he says “Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“I just got a call from that guy again. He’s definitely one of your frat brothers, and he’s high right now.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down,” Mark sighs. “We sort of uh… all got high at the fire after dinner.”

“Mark Lee!” you screech.

“Sorry, sorry!” Mark groans. “I’ll uh… ask around some more. We’ll figure out who this dude is.”

“And if we don’t… he said he’d tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.”

It’s Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means you’ll only have to wait a few days… you can hold out for a few days… can’t you?

Tuesday

You read over the email a third time, but it doesn’t make anything better. The words ‘We regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the position’ make your eyes begin to well with tears.

Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-

The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.

You’d thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so you’d thought.

You don’t even know why you’re getting so upset about this.

There’s just something so devastating about rejection.

You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.

It’s important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.

Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay?”

“I really don’t have time for this right now, Ghost-” you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.

“You do have time,” he insists. “Tell me what happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.”

“I wasn’t crying!” you nearly yell.

“Liar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.”

The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. “Are you sure you’re not a stalker?”

“I was in the library, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Was?”

“I’m gone now, can’t have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.”

“Would it really be so bad if I did?” you question. “It would make me feel better.”

“Look at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,” you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if he’s walking across campus. “Seriously, Tiny, tell me what’s going on.”

“Do you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?”

“It’s an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.”

“You didn’t ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and I’m not taking commands right now.”

He sighs. “Will you please tell me what’s making you cry?”

Your lower lip trembles. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that hurts you is stupid.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“It looked like you needed a friend.”

“You’re not my friend. You’re some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.”

“I could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And I’m not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.”

You take a breath. “I applied for a job and I uh… they didn’t hire me.”

“Then they’re stupid.”

“Maybe I’m stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m a girl who’s spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, you’re actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.”

“No, it makes you soft. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Yeah?” you sniffle. “What else? And don’t say my ass in blue jeans.”

The man chuckles. “You’re soft, and kind. But you’re a fighter too. You’ve got a spark. Don’t even get me started on how smart you are-”

“And how would you know how smart I am?”

“For starters, you’re in the top-scoring sorority on campus,” he points out. “Whenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. That’s a great sign of your character.”

“You do know a lot about me, don’t you, Ghostie?” His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear.

“Still not a stalker though.”

Now he even has you laughing. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

“You sound better already,” he muses. “Mark has a free block right now, I’m sure if you call him he’d take you for ice cream or something to distract you.”

“That’s a good idea,” you admit.

“I’m full of good ideas.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, Tiny.”

Tuesday pt 2

“This guy sounds like a full-on stalker,” Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.

“I mean, if he knew your schedule, I’m guessing he’s someone close to you.”

“He’s stalking us both, I don’t like it.”

“But he’s nice.”

“He’s stalking you, Tiny!”

“He’s not!” you insist. “A lot of people were at the library today… honestly, I think… I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.”

“Ghostie?!” Mark stares at you in shock. “You’re calling him Ghostie now?”

“It’s cute, right?”

“It’s crazy is what it is!” Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. “This is giving me the creeps.”

“Well, it’s spooky season.”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. They’re mostly pretty chill dudes.”

“So you think he’s lying about being in NCT?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

“I think he’s definitely lying,” Mark confirms.

“Well, agree to disagree.”

Mark studies you for a moment. “Look, the only guy who’s a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that he’s not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.”

“I don’t think this is Yuta.”

“Because you’re a Ghostie expert now, huh?” He scoffs loudly.

“Yuta’s not really a stoner,” you point out. “And besides, I can’t explain why I know it’s not him, I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?”

“Mark Lee!” you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words.

“Be real with me!” he insists. “You wouldn’t be entertaining this if it wasn’t… I don’t know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?”

“Okay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“It just makes you crazy,” Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. “I swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, I’m going to fight him.”

“Something tells me he’d beat you,” you giggle.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel bad.”

“Says the guy who just called me crazy.” You grin, knowing that you’ve won.

“This whole thing is crazy.”

He has a point about that.

Wednesday

You’ve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before you’re about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying “Hello?” as if you don’t know who’s on the other end of the line.

“Hey you, feeling better today?”

“You tell me, mister stalker.”

“I haven’t actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” God, this man has way too much power over you. “And why’s that, Ghostie?”

“Because I’ve been looking at your Instagram, but you’re cuter in person.”

“Do you follow me?”

“We’re mutuals.”

You’re mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if he’d said he’s not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely.

“Still trying to figure out who I am, aren’t you, Tiny?”

“Of course.”

“Remember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasn’t one of them.”

“That’s so rude of you,” you say, although, you’re grinning at your phone.

“Here, I’ll make it better. I have an idea for you.”

“Let’s hear it then.” You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what he’s about to say.

“If you want a job, there’s this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?”

“Who hasn’t heard of Skeets?” You roll your eyes.

“They let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, I’m sure they’d put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, he’s also a member of the frat.”

You haven’t been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. “Wait, you’re right- doesn’t Hyuck work there?”

“He does… This is the second time you’ve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?”

“Would that make you jealous?” you tease.

“I’m not the jealous type,” he states. “But yeah… it would.”

“Don’t get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I don’t have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, I’m going to be really mad.”

“I’m not Hyuck.”

“Good.” You consider his proposition for a moment. “Do you really think they’d hire me?”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“You know, on Sunday, if someone had told me you’d be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.”

“Guess I like to keep you on your toes.”

“I think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I can’t. I promised not to lie to you.”

God, he makes you so giddy it’s insane.

“Are you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?”

“Goodnight, Tiny.” He’s avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.

“Night, Ghostie.”

It’s the first time he’s the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.

Thursday

Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesn’t help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar.

You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.

“I love working in a team environment,” you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. “The most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.”

The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your mantra,” the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, swallowing thickly.

The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. He’s two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, they’re assigned a ‘Big,’ an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Mark’s big, and he’s always been nice to you whenever you’ve crossed paths.

You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but he’s still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff.

“You coming inside, Tiny?” Johnny asks.

“Yeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.” You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.

The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down.

You can do this. You can get this job.

As you enter the bar that’s just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.

Johnny’s brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. “Tough day?”

“What?” You blink at him, settling against the bartop.

“You looked kind of off outside, and most people don’t come in to day-drink this early.”

“Oh, uh… I’m not here to day-drink.” You let out a tiny laugh. “Actually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.”

You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.

His eyes scan the first sheet. “Wow, a cover letter, I’ve actually never seen one of these.”

People don’t apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.

Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. “What makes you want to work at Skeets?”

“In all honesty, I need a job. I’m dependable, and I’ve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and I’m already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.”

Johnny nods, assessing you. “Have you bartended before?”

“I’ve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but I’ve mostly had waitressing jobs,” you admit.

“At Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?”

“I’d be very open to it,” you nod.

“Then let’s give it a shot,” Johnny smiles warmly at you. “You’ve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that won’t be necessary.”

“Are you…” you swallow thickly, “are you serious? I’m hired?”

“Yeah, why not?”

You can’t help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate.

“When can you start?” he asks next.

“I can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.”

“Tomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?”

You’re quick to nod. “Of course. But I uh… I should let you know, I can’t work Halloween, I promised a friend I’d meet them at your frat for the party.”

“Don’t worry about Saturday,” Johnny assures you. “Sigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so it’s all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow we’ll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I don’t trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.”

“So… you’re going to be the main person training me then?” you ask.

“If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,” he confirms.

You can’t help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight.

Your life is definitely a little crazy.

“So, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?” Johnny suggests. “The bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.”

“I’ll be here at seven.”

“And when it comes to what you’re wearing, we’ll give you a Skeets t-shirt,” he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. “Other than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.”

“Perfect.”

“You’ll be paid for the training shift, I’ll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, we’ll get your banking details at your next shift after that,” Johnny explains. “I’ve got your number here on your resume, so I’ll be in contact with you on Sunday, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a dream.” You literally can’t stop smiling.

“Tiny’s going to learn to mix,” Johnny says fondly, “Mark’s going to love this.”

You already feel close to Mark’s big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, he’s got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but he’s generally a big softy bear.

“Thanks again for this, Johnny,” you beam. “I won’t let you down.”

Thursday pt 2

“Hyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.”

“Hello to you too, Ghostie.”

“I wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten the job without you,” you admit. “So… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. “I’m sure you got it on your own merit.”

“Apparently no one’s ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.”

“They must have been impressed.”

“Hired me on the spot.”

“That’s my girl.”

Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. “How about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?”

He laughs. “Only one girl worth stalking, which, I don’t do, by the way.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“My day was long,” he says finally.

“Yeah, it’s nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep but…”

“But you wanted me to call,” Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.

“When you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.”

“It’s not depressing, Tiny, it’s cute.”

“Cute?”

“I like that you’re getting used to me.”

“You know… if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think… I’d wonder who you are the rest of my life.” It’s a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response.

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Tiny,” Ghostie promises. “I’ll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.”

“What costume are you going to be wearing?”

“If I tell you, you’ll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.”

“You know me too well, don’t you, Ghostie?”

“What are you going to wear, pretty girl?”

You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. “Honestly? I’ve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.”

“And here I was being told I’m the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.”

“Well… even though I don’t know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I thought you said you were big,” you tease.

“Okay, maybe a lot.”

You bite at your lip. After the great day you’ve had, it’s difficult not to feel flirty. “Are you hard right now, big guy?”

He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. It’s dirty, but in the best possible way.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you grin.

“You’re being bad, Tiny.”

“Says the guy who’s literally hard right now.”

The other end of the line is silent for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“What if… when we meet, you’re not interested in me?”

Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity?

It’s a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you haven’t. You think about it for a few seconds.

“I feel like… I know it’s been less than a week of talking but, you’re not like any other guy I’ve ever met. And not just because you’re calling with a voice modulator.” You let out a laugh. “You ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, you’ll be more attractive to me.”

“You really think so?”

“I mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so I’m not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys I’d say a hard no to at the moment.”

“Yeah? Who?”

“Well, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know you’re not him because he doesn’t touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I don’t want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that you’re not Jeno because he’d never ask me how my day was going-”

“What an asshole.”

You laugh. “All things considered, Ghostie, I think you’ll do just fine.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Is this why you’ve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? You’re worried I won’t be interested in you?”

“It’s one of the reasons,” Ghostie admits. “I also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but… as perfect as your body is, it’s not the most interesting thing about you.”

What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isn’t only about sex.

Your heart softens.

“Ghostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,” you admit.

“More than your best friend Mark Lee?”

You laugh. “Maybe not, Mark would never do something like this. You’re a bit of a paradox that way, aren’t you?”

“If you say so, Tiny. As much as I’ve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and I’m sure we’ve both got a lot to do before then.”

“What if I don’t want you to go just yet?”

“Then I’d remind you that patience is a virtue.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Good thing we have an emotional connection so you’ll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.”

“Night, Ghostie.”

Friday

Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. He’s a fabulous teacher. He’s calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.

It’s a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While you’re filling a cup from the beer tap, he’s busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.

There’s something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnny’s line is notably the longest.

You’ve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as there’s a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you don’t know.

Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and it’s interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.

Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if he’ll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door.

No Ghostie.

There’s not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather.

“Are you sure the others can keep up while we’re gone?” you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.

“They can manage,” he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. “I know I’ve kept you on longer than I thought, but it’s just been so busy. How are you holding up?”

The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. “I’m doing alright,” you tell him. “You’re the one making the difficult drinks.”

“I’ve been mixing cocktails for years,” he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket.

“Well, it shows.” You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.

“Want some?” he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips.

“Are we allowed to smoke on the job?”

“Hyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so he’s practically on coke all shift,” Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. “Besides,” he lets out a deep breath of smoke, “in the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.”

Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates.

“I didn’t realize you were a stoner,” you muse.

“Most of us frat boys are,” Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. It’s placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. “It’s a nice night.”

“It is,” you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark

“I’m glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.”

“I’m really grateful to have been given a trial shift,” you smile softly.

“Well, just so you know, it’s more than a trial shift. You’re hired.” He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.

“Thank you.”

Johnny takes another drag from his joint. “Sure you don’t want a puff?”

“I really shouldn’t-”

“I’m going to let you go home pretty soon after this,” Johnny tells you. “So it won’t affect your performance that much.”

You wonder if this is a test, but… at the same time, you don’t think Johnny’s the type of guy to test you this way.

You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. It’s been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.

He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks you’re cute.

“Thank you,” you say, coughing again.

“You’ve got good manners, don’t ya, Tiny?”

You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke.

“Who... who do you usually smoke with?” you ask.

“Why? You a cop?” Johnny jokes.

“No, it’s just uh… God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldn’t even believe me if I did,” you find yourself laughing. “Just… I didn’t know you smoked, so, I’m wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.”

Johnny looks you up and down. “Like I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.”

It’s clear he’s not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.

In less than twenty-four hours, you’ll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.

Friday pt 2

It’s twelve thirty when you finally get home, and you’re very tired. But at the same time, you’re awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.

As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call.

He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.

You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you.

Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.

You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself you’ll meet him tomorrow, but it doesn’t really help.

Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.

Saturday

You’re groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. There’s a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly you’re wide awake, bolting up in bed.

“Hey, Tiny, it’s me.”

As if it could be anyone else.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.”

Here you are kicking your feet again.

“Probably won’t get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come… in uh… more ways than one.”

God, he makes you wet.

“I get it if you’re a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if you’ll let me.”

He’s so oddly respectful.

“But I get it if you don’t want to do anything at the party. I’ve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if that’s all it’s going to be then I won’t hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.”

Saturday pt 2

You feel cute tonight. You’d taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress you’re wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention.

Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie.

You’re actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.

Mark’s roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. “Finally, smoking buddies.”

“You texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,” Mark rolls his eyes. “Have some patience.”

“Not in my nature,” Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. ��First hit is mine.”

As if you expected anything less.

You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. “Fucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.”

Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.

“So have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?” Hyuck asks.

Your gaze flashes to Mark. “You told him?”

“He was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,” Mark defends himself.

“Whoever the dude is, he’s got balls,” Hyuck says wistfully.

There’s a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. “Heard we’re smoking?”

“Yeah, come in!” Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.

The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Mark’s bed.

“How’s your night going?” Johnny asks.

“She’s waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,” Hyuck says loudly.

“Your stalker?” Johnny laughs.

“Some guy has been calling her all week,” Mark tries to explain.

“It sounds worse than it is,” you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. “He’s only a little perverted.”

“And you’re into that sort of thing?” Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.

“Not usually,” you admit. “But… this guy is different.”

“You don’t even know what he looks like,” Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.

“That doesn’t matter,” you insist.

“Fucking girls, dude,” Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. “You know what we need?”

“More weed?” Mark suggests.

“Yes, but also, shots.” Hyuck’s eyes shift to Johnny. “Not the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.”

Johnny lets out a chuckle. “You want something from my secret stash?”

“The tequila you brought back from Mexico,” Hyuck nods.

Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head.

“You’re not taking a hit?” Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.

“Not tonight,” Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. “If neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?”

“Careful, John,” Hyuck teases, “She’s not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.”

Mark shoves Hyuck’s knee and Johnny simply grins. “Come on Tiny, you don’t want to get secondhand high on a night like this.”

He’s right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnny’s so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but it’s extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form.

“What’s your costume?” you ask.

“Oh, this?” He pulls casually at his black tshirt. “I’m a serial killer, they look like everyone else.”

“Very original,” you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall.

“My room is on the top floor,” he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. “I like your dress, by the way.”

“Thanks, it goes with this.” You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.

“You’re gonna have to let me try that on.”

“I’m uh… I’m actually saving it for Ghostie to try,” you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal you’re being to your mystery caller.

“He’s a lucky guy,” Johnny muses.

“Here’s to hoping it goes well,” you sigh.

Johnny doesn’t respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. “After you, Tiny.”

The space is the same size as Hyuck and Mark’s, but it only has one bed. “I didn’t realize they had single rooms here,” you say, looking around.

“There’s only a few, and I’ve got seniority,” Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet.

You take in the decorations. It’s unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than you’re used to. There’s a gaming station, and a mini fridge that you’d guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnny’s more sophisticated tastes.

You’re curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. “We’re looking for tequila right?”

God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze.

“Uh huh,” Johnny nods. “Should be in the back here somewhere.”

“Isn’t this tequila?” you ask, pointing to a bottle he’s brushed past.

“Close,” Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, “but no cigar.”

You freeze.

It’s been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday.

But- it can’t be.

Johnny can’t be your mystery caller-

Can he?

“Found it,” Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. “You alright, Tiny? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I mean… have I?”

He cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…” You swallow thickly. “Are you my Ghostie?”

Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. “Does it upset you?”

It’s not a clear confirmation, but it’s a confirmation nonetheless.

You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what you’re doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.

Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then he’s wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.

Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything.

He’s so stupid for ever thinking you wouldn’t want him-

You do want him. You want him so bad-

Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.

He appears just as shocked at this movement as when you’d hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.

But you don’t want gentle, you want him.

You’re pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip.

Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.

The kiss deepens and now it’s your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but it’s not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.

You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-

“Fuck,” Johnny mutters against your mouth.

Then he’s bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.

Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. You’re on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and you’ve never felt so powerful.

It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and you’re pleased to find he’s already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what you’re going to do to him tonight.

You’re in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnny’s grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what they’re doing too.

Suddenly he’s grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-

“Who-” You swallow thickly. “Who gave you my number?”

Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. “Mark did.”

“Mark?!” You’re in absolute shock now.

“Gave it to me during finals last year,” Johnny explains. “But… we both had busy summers and…” one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, “I guess I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.”

“You’re crazy!”

“Maybe a little,” he admits. “I’m also Mark’s big, and it’s not like you and I have ever been close.”

“But you’ve liked me for a while, haven’t you, Ghostie?”

He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. “Longer than you know.”

You wish you could say you’ve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Mark’s big. As an older fratboy dad type-

The way he’s acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but… he’s not been particularly dad-like. He’s shown you a new side of himself, and you’re so fucking happy he did.

“You know, when Mark finds out you’re my stalker he’s going to flip.”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder.

“God, you even hired me for a job-”

He laughs. “It wasn’t favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.”

“You’re so bad- this whole time you’ve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.”

“Well, I do have a minor in psychology,” he admits. “Figured the best place to hide is in plain sight.”

“You even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-”

“Yeah, I was playing with fire with that one,” Johnny laughs.

“It’s funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.”

“And I’m so lucky to have you. You wouldn’t even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.”

“Saving myself too,” you note, grinning down at him.

“Yeah?”

“We’ve talked every night since Sunday- I haven’t cum in over a week.”

“Fuck, Tiny,” Johnny groans. “I guess I better help you out then.”

“Really? How are you going to do that?”

“I’ll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until you’re begging for me to tear your dress off.” He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. “Then, I’ll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.”

“And then?”

“When you’re shaking and delirious from cumming, I’ll fuck you right. Bet you’ve never really been fucked right before.”

God, you definitely haven’t. At least- you know you’ve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.

“What if I already want you to tear my dress off?” you ask, grinding down against his cock.

Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. “Tiny, you’re nowhere near begging yet.”

“I’m not?” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. “Please, Ghostie, I’m already so fucking wet, you wouldn’t believe it-”

He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.

He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.

“Fuck, Ghostie, you’re so fucking big-”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.

If it wasn’t for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever.

You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-

Johnny stops you. “I’ve told you patience is a virtue, haven’t I, Tiny?”

You groan in annoyance. “John, please-”

“Ghostie,” he corrects you.

You don’t even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.

“Fuck-” you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

He begins to circle your clit through your thong and you’re forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly.

“Shit, Tiny, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers.

“I need you,” you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Please, move my panties to the side-”

Johnny doesn’t question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.

Now you’re really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. “Oh my God, Ghostie- don’t stop-”

“You’re going to cum from this, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open.

“So good,” you whimper. “So fucking good-”

Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.

You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. You’re so close to the edge you can almost taste it.

“Want you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.”

Fuck, he’s way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. He’s breathing hard, and you can tell you’re turning him on just from riding his fingers-

“Come on, Tiny, who’s my good girl?”

“I am-” you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on.

You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnny’s neck. You’re panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.

“That’s it,” Johnny encourages you. “So fucking good for me.”

You’re shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie.

You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But he’s not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next.

You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock.

“You’re so hot, Tiny,” he says, removing his fingers from your lips.

“Wait till you see me naked,” you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra.

It falls away easily, and Johnny’s large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. “Fuck, how does a girl get this perfect?”

“How does a guy get a massive cock like yours?” you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans.

“Touche,” he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple.

You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which he’s more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.

“As much as I’d love to keep sucking on your tits,” Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, “I’d rather be between your legs.”

“Ghostie, do whatever you want to me,” you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.

“You got it, Tiny.”

In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so you’re completely bare for him now.

Johnny doesn’t say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. “Fuck, Ghostie-”

You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know you’re enjoying what he’s doing… if he can’t already tell from your desperately needy moans.

His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation.

You’re sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But you’re also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because there’s been a build-up that’s left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.

“Oh my God,” you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again.

Johnny groans against your pussy and it’s one of the sexiest things that’s ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.

When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know you’re not going to last, but you don’t think he wants you to.

In fact, you’d bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You can’t believe he doesn’t have his cock out yet- can’t believe he’s so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.

“Fuck, Ghostie-” You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. “I’m- holy shit-”

Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and you’re pretty sure he’s understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.

You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnny’s hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.

Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. You’re gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-

To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before you’re truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression you’ve ever seen on a man.

“Ghostie-” you whimper, shifting against his duvet.

“Condoms,” he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him quickly, making him freeze. “And if we’re both clean-”

Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. “Does my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?”

Now it’s your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, “I also… I wanna suck you off first.”

Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. It’s hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You pretty much stalked me for a week,” you tease, grinning.

Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesn’t bother to check you on the word ‘stalking’ this time, even though he’s always been adamant that’s not what he was up to. It’s nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.

As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, there’s a loud banging on the door.

Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming “Tequila!”

The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet he’s going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but you’re too horny to slow down.

You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.

Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.

You’re on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.

The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.

He’s so large and thick- you haven’t sucked cock in a while, and you’ve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnny’s always been patient with you.

You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. You’re already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.

You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but it’s difficult. He’s just so huge-

Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-

Without any lube that you’ve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that you’re drooling from how sexy all of this is.

His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. You’re not a quitter.

“Holy fuck, Tiny-” Johnny praises you. “You don’t have to try to take more than you can handle-”

But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way he’s pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.

“You’re so good at this,” he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way.

You’ve never realized how nice John’s voice really is.

You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-

“Okay, okay-” Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. “I have to fuck you now. I’m done waiting.”

You let out a tiny mewl, nodding.

Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then he’s grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.

God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- it’s one of the sexiest things ever.

He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.

You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool you’ve left on him.

“Please-” you whimper. You can’t wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. “Ghostie, I can’t-”

He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.

You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. He’d worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.

You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. You’ve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-

He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-

The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.

“Fuck, you’re so big, you’re so-” You can’t even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.

His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling.

“You take me so well, Tiny,” he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. “The perfect fit.”

You can’t speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and you’re immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.

He’s moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size.

But you’re feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. “More.”

“More?” He laughs. “You sure about that?”

You nod, eager to be decimated by him. “Please, ruin me-”

Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.

“You make the cutest fucking sounds,” Johnny breathes.

Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.

He’s so stupidly endearing.

“Fuck, Tiny, you’re dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.”

It’s absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. He’s gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you can’t help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-

You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.

“Deep, huh?” Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle.

“So deep-” you agree, words slightly garbled.

“I’ve just started with you and you can hardly speak,” Johnny muses. “Wonder what’s gonna happen when I make you cum again.”

You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.

You’re tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.

Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly he’s driving into you even deeper.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.

You love that he’s enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.

“You know,” he says, “if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last long.”

You don’t even care. You know this isn’t the only time you’ll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if that’s even possible. In fact, there’s something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than he’s used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans again. “Can I flip you over?”

At this point, you’ll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.

“If you need to scream, use the pillows,” Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.

The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before.

This position might just kill you, but you don’t care.

His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.

You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal.

Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But it’s so difficult not to just melt under him-

You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.

“Fuck, you like this position, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Ghostie!” you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.

“You look fucking perfect like this,” he tells you. “Face down, ass up. Pretty soon you’ll be begging for me to fill you up even more.”

His words flip a switch inside of you. “God, yes, please-” you cry out. “I want it so bad-”

“Want what?”

“Want your cum,” you whimper. “Wanna be so full-”

Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder.

“I need it, Ghostie, I need it-” You’re crying now, and Johnny notices.

He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. “Holy shit, Tiny,” he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder.

“Please, Ghostie, please-” you whimper, lower lip trembling-

You’re so close-

Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.

“I’m almost there, Tiny,” he admits. “Watching you cum will tip me over the edge- you’ll be good and cum for me, right?”

All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure that’s coursing through you.

Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.

Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. You’re clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-

His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and it’s added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like you’re about to black out.

But you don’t want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze.

Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you.

You’re both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to your own.

“Holy shit,” he breathes.

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.

He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out.

“Ghostie-” you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion.

“Stay still, I’ll get something to clean you up,” he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back.

You miss his warmth as soon as he’s gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you.

You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.

Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.

“Spread these thighs for me, Tiny,” he says gently, touching your knee.

You open your eyes, and then you open your legs.

Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. “You have no idea how fucking hot this is-” he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum.

You still don’t have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before you’re making grabby hands at him.

Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. He’s so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.

His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know you’re not the only one who’s so affected by this.

Johnny’s fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace.

The party is still in full swing outside, and it’s an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” you ask finally.

Johnny laughs. “Don’t worry about it,” he says soothingly.

You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. It’s a much gentler kiss than he’d given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart.

“Ghostie?”

“Yeah, Tiny?”

“I like you a lot.”

He lets out another chuckle. “I like you too.”

“We’ll do this again sometime, right?”

“Of course, Tiny.” His hand smooths up and down your back. “I’d also like to take you on dates, if you’ll let me.”

“I’d like that,” you nod, relaxing against his chest again. “And… and when you call me, no more voice modulator.”

“No?”

“I like your voice, your real voice.” God, you’re feeling so soft and mushy for him.

“I like your voice too.” For a second, it’s a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, “Liked listening to your whimpers.”

He’s such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. “Did you like my tears too?”

“Only if they’re for a good reason,” Johnny says. “If anyone else ever makes you cry, I’ll have to fuck them up.”

“My protective Ghostie,” you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.

“As much as I’d love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,” Johnny sighs.

“The boys,” you echo. “I feel like I’ve just fucked Mark and Hyuck’s dad.”

“Do you have a daddy kink, Tiny?”

“For you, I have any kink you want,” you laugh.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Just… kiss me again?” you ask. “We can bring tequila after.”

“Are you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and I’ll come back-”

“We should…” you lick your lips, “we should be social.”

“I just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?” Johnny grins. “Maybe I didn’t work you over well enough.”

“You worked me over perfect,” you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.

Johnny melts into the kiss, and there’s something in it that feels like coming home. You’ve never felt this safe with a guy before, and it’s kind of starting to scare you.

If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny… that is, if you haven’t already.

You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh.

Getting out of his lap isn’t fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnny’s hands go to your hips to steady you.

When he stands, he towers over you, and you’re overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss.

It’s so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, “Tequila.”

“Tequila,” he echoes. “Can you stand by yourself?”

“I’m okay,” you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go.

Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-

“You’re not putting that back on,” Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. “Let me give you some clothes.”

“Are you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that we’ve fucked?” you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.

“Trust me, Tiny, they’ll know.”

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“After this, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you won’t be able to either.” Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. “I know you, remember?”

You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts he’d also sent your way. “Maybe a little too well.”

“Or not well enough,” Johnny suggests, approaching you again.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

“Only for you,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. “You look cute in my clothes.”

“Do I look like I just got fucked senseless?”

“Definitely.”

“Mark’s going to hate you,” you laugh.

“He’ll get over it,” Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. “Ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You can still stay here if you want.”

“No, let’s face this now.” You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.

The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you.

In the time you’ve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isn’t exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Mark’s floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” you tell Johnny, “I’ll meet you in Mark’s.”

“You don’t want me to come with you?”

“To the bathroom?” you laugh. “I think I’m good.”

With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. It’s important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When you’re done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.

You look fucked, but you also look happy.

In fact, you can’t stop smiling.

After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.

Mark’s door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside.

Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and they’re all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Mark’s gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly.

Johnny’s hand finds Mark’s back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. “What-” His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there.

“Jesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,” Hyuck scoffs.

Mark doesn’t even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnny’s chest. “You’re Ghostie!?”

Johnny stands up. “You’re the one who gave me her number last year.”

“I what?!” Mark’s eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.

Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.

“Mark, it could be worse-” you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.

“How could it be worse!?” Mark bellows. “My Big is a stalker!”

“He’s not a stalker,” you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.

“You’re her new boss!” Mark insists.

“Hyuck fucked our last bar manager,” Johnny points out.

“Guilty,” Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.

Mark’s still not having any of this situation. “This is fucked up.”

“Mark, I’ve told you a million times, it’s spooky season.” You can’t help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You better not hurt her,” Mark says next, trying to meet Johnny’s gaze even while substantially shorter.

“I won’t,” Johnny promises.

“This is just-” Mark shakes his head. “Fuck this, I need to sleep.”

“We can move the party to my room,” Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.

It’s clear Mark’s done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. You’ll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Mark’s never seen.

As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. “I always knew you’d end up with one of us.”

“Yeah?” you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.

“Once an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,” Hyuck nods. “And between us…” he leans closer, “Johnny is a good one.”

Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. “He is,” you agree. “Hey, John?”

“Yes, Tiny?” He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.

“I changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.”

“Yeah?” Johnny smirks. “Gonna come back to my room?”

“If you invite me.”

“Tiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.”

“Is that so?” you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Uh huh,” Johnny grins. “And free cuddles, anytime you want them.”

“I like the sound of that,” you confess.

“Just get married already!” Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun.

You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room.

He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.

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You’ve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still can’t get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, it’s not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. There’s never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.

You’d never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low.

With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and it’s making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnny’s cock.

It doesn’t help that he’s started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?

As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, you’ll be the one in Johnny’s bed, you just have to get to closing.

You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. It’s difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip.

He loves teasing you, especially while you’re at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.

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Me With You ~~~ part 3

Pairing ⑅ bestfriend!virgin!Jake x fem!virgin!reader

Genre ⑅ friends to lover, smut (nipple stim - f receiving, grinding, unprotected sex, praise kink, oral sex - f- receiving/m-receiving, clit stim, missionary/cowgirl), fluff, a bit of sad angst (if that's even a thing)

Words/read time ⑅ 7.5k/20-25 minutes.

Warnings ⑅ 18+ content, cussing. read at your own discretion

Synopsis ⑅ After a day out with Jake Sim, reality sets in that he's going back to Seoul the next morning. It's now or never to do everything...

Author’s Note ⑅ AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK STUPID LONG TO COME OUT! I had a jam-packed couple of weeks, but I'm excited to finally be able to release the last part of Me With You! While this was originally only supposed to be like maybe 2k words, it ended up being, haha -- almost 8k. For sure the most I have ever written, but I loved how it has come out. I took a bunch of observations on the #enhypenhardhours and #enhypensmut tags to be able to read how other people interpreted Jake and bring it all together so that there was something for everyone to like. Also, this is proofread, but lmk if you see any mistakes. Please enjoy!

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We walked across the bridge that led to the house, hand in hand. I re-adjusted the straps to the bag that hung on my shoulder, a gentle breeze blew beside us and brushed the fabric of my skirt against my thighs.

We spent the day doing absolutely everything: we walked through the park, went to a museum, had a picnic at sunset, stopped by an ice cream parlor, and found ourselves in the midst of an outside concert. Now, we were on our way back home.

Jake tightened his grip on my hand as we made it a block away to my house. I looked up and was met with his soft eyes glancing down at me with a slight smile.

Today was the very last day that I would spend with Jake Sim because tomorrow he would be back on a plane to Seoul, back to his dream of being an idol, back to the life that he had to live, the part of life that didn’t involve me.

I tried not to think about it too much, but the thought consumed my mind without me trying. I found my face dropping its smile from time to time, my heart would quiver when I remembered that I wouldn’t see Jake’s smile for much longer, my body ached when I questioned if I would ever feel his again. But jake was optimistic, so I never saw the worry play on his face. No faltered happiness, no drifted thoughts, no heavy sighs; just him being him, the happy Jake that never liked to be sad or especially make me sad.

As we walked through the front door, I realized that my mom’s car wasn’t sitting in the driveway, my phone rang as she sent a text explaining she was out with a friend.

“Today’s been a great day.” Jaked dropped onto the couch with a thud, letting out a sigh of relief as he kicked off his shoes. Our feet were aching as we walked around for almost two hours, most of it spent with us enjoying each other’s company in silence. From time to time, individuals would come up to him in awe, applauding him and the other members of Enhypen. It felt like a punch in my gut when Jake would quickly let go of my hand when they approached and another one against my heart when they asked for a picture and I had to be the one to take it. When they asked who I was, Jake described me as his “best friend” -- there went another punch.

Jake and I never talked about being in a relationship, most noticeably due to the fact that it would ruin his reputation and the importance of his career. The reasoning behind these awful rules I couldn’t fathom, but if being an idol made Jake happy, then that’s all I cared about.

What about my happiness? I thought. Was hiding behind closed doors and keeping our “relationship” a secret really what I wanted to do for the rest of my life? Just the thought of it made my stomach quarrel. I didn’t want to be selfish and think of myself only, but it felt like I had been putting Jake first for a while now, not remembering that I deserved to be happy too.

“Whatcha thinking about?” Jake looked up at me and met my gaze. I hadn’t realized until then that I was pulling at my earlobe and frowning at my aching thoughts -- two gestures I did when I was upset, and two gestures that Jake knew like the back of his hand.

I quickly placed a smile on my lips and told him it was nothing. I wasn’t going to let my own self-consciousness ruin the last few hours we had together.

“Do you want water or anything? We were out there for a while.” Jake asked. I sat down on the couch next to him.

“Nah, I’m okay, I just want to give my feet a minute to rest.” Jake nodded his head in agreement as I pointed out my swollen heels.

“It lowkey burns.” I bent down to rub at them, but Jake beat me to it, picking up my feet and sitting them down on his lap.

“What are you doing?” I tried sitting up, but Jake had a strong grasp on my feet.

“Helping.” He took my right foot first and messaged the soles, pressing his thumbs deep into my skin.

I let go of my posture and slid further onto the couch. “Oh my gosh, that feels amazing.” He switched between both feet and gave them a firm massage, making sure to take extra care at my heels.

“Today really was a great day.” I held back from a large sigh that would almost definitely come out as a moan when he rubbed the sensitive part of my arch. “I’m glad we got to go out and do something instead of staying in the house all day -- I’m pretty sure my mom was getting annoyed at us.”

He laughed, “I had a really good time too.” His voice was an unusually soft tone, one that I didn’t hear often unless Jake knew I was about to fall asleep. I didn’t want to question it, afraid that I might ruin the moment.

“I needed that for sure. I hope we can do that again like we used to.”

“How, when you’ll be leaving tomorrow and I won’t?” I didn’t mean for it to come out so aggressively, but it did, and I felt Jake stop for just a short second before continuing. There I went, ruining the moment.

Jake didn’t say anything seconds later, and the silence became too unbarring. I pulled my feet out of his hands and sat up. For the first time tonight and the entire time he’s been here, I saw a glimpse of distress in his eyes.

“Jake,” I reached for his hands and placed mine over his. He didn’t budge but I kept going. “I don’t want to make you sad, but you are literally leaving tomorrow.” I tried joking with him, but he didn’t laugh.

He sighed, “I know. I just don’t want to.” His fingers caressed mine, warmly moving circles on my palms. I inhaled deeply to try and keep the tears from brimming, but I felt the warm liquid flowing up.

“Don’t you worry though, We’ll have many more chances to hang out.”

But would we? When was Jake planning on coming back from this big life he lived? Next week, next month? Or would I have to wait until next year? But all I could do was nod, keeping myself wrapped in his gaze.

“I’m gonna miss you.” My voice broke and the tears let loose. I laid my head against his shoulder, letting my tears flow at an alarming rate.

Jake went to grab at my face gently, cupping it in his hands. He wiped at my tears and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Can I kiss you?”

I chuckled a bit, a little shook at his question when he knew that he already could. But I nodded my head anyway.

He pressed his lips softly on mine, keeping a firm grip on my face. I laid my hands softly on his lap, rubbing up and down his thighs. It only took a few seconds before our kiss increased, becoming heavier and heavier as time went on. I felt that arousal creep back into me, first playing at my heart and then into my bottom half. I needed him so badly that I didn’t realize I had straddled his lap and kissed him harder -- deeper. It felt like time was running out, like I had to get in all that I wanted now or it would be too late. Jake replaced his hands onto my hips and gently guided them up and down his groin, just like he did a week ago. We hadn’t done anything except kiss since that day. There were days when I felt like I wanted to do more, but my anxiousness got in the way, and that feeling would come and go too soon. I knew that I could climax on his lap again in just seconds, but this time around, I wanted the real thing.

I broke away from our kiss, panting hard. I heard a low groan come from Jake’s lips as he reclaimed mine, kissing roughly.

“Let’s go upstairs.” I blurted in between kisses. I felt Jake smile against my lips as a sign of agreement.

I kissed his ear and sucked at it a bit, moving down to his neck and giving it soft pecks. His breath hitched in his throat. I felt an all too familiar pressure against my ass, and I started grinding harder. I felt his hips buck into mine from time to time, each came with a rush of air out of his mouth.

Jake’s grip tightened on my hips in an urge for me to stop. “Okay, if you keep doing that, then I won’t last much longer.”

I giggled before shooting up off of him and hurrying up the stairs, Jake not too far behind. Once we made it to my room, we didn’t even bother closing the door, both of us sat on the bed and resumed our kissing.

My hands found themselves back onto his thighs, rubbing at an urgent pace. I didn’t realize my hand had reached his bulge until Jake let out a groan and broke his lips from mine to look down at the mess I was making of him.

“Y/n..” Jake blurted between breaths. I gazed into his eyes for a sign of pleasure in which I saw, but I also read worriedness and stress. I took my hands off quickly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking-”

“No,” Jake grabbed back at my hands and placed them over his arousal again, “I like this.” His breath was heavy as he spoke. “I just want to make sure that -- that you want to..” His voice trailed off.

A shaky sigh came out of my mouth. The outside world no longer exists and it was just me and Jake in the room, silently enjoying the presence of each other.

I smiled and nodded my head. Jake seemed taken aback and let out a soft chuckle. I couldn’t help but laugh as well, letting the feeling set in that we were really going to this, I was finally going to be able to feel Jake Sim like I wanted to.

Jake started kissing me again, softly, as if too timid to do anything else. I felt a bit awkward too, not sure what my next move was supposed to be, so I reached for the buttons of my shirt.

“Hold on..” Jake’s hands brushed up against mine as they made their way up my silky top. Shuddering, I dropped my arms to the side and felt the strands of his hair tickling my face as he leaned closer to me, taking a good look at the buttons and how they worked.

“..I wanna do it.” His whispery breath was toasty against my ear, causing me to have a mini heart attack and a sudden shudder that caused a small chuckle out of him. His smile never deterred as his impatient hands tried fiddling with the buttons, bringing about a laugh out of me when it takes him a while to unhook them, but soon enough the first button comes undone, and I feel the heat rise inside of me at the thought of him seeing my body, not for the first time, but it still made me nervous. It didn’t take him long to unbutton the rest quickly, licking his lips as he let out a large exhale. From time to time, his hand would brush over the top of my breast that didn’t fit in my bra, and I couldn’t help but shiver, aware that my chest was now rapidly moving along with the rhythm of his own. He reached the last button and my top flew open as if it was waiting for this moment forever. Jake slid the straps down my shoulder and threw it on the ground with a sudden laugh.

“I just realized I could’ve lifted it over your head.” I couldn’t help but laugh with him. The heat of the moment had captured us in its aroma and now we were suddenly not making much sense anymore.

Jake placed a very hesitant hand over my lacey bra, tentative at my reactions. I nod my head, “It’s okay Jake, I promise.” I put my own hand over his and gave it a good squeeze. He swallowed hard at my sudden move, but it was all that he needed to know -- that I was ready and wanted him to touch me wherever he pleased.

Jake looked at my body as if wondering where to start, taking note of the way it curved and dipped. I was surprised when I hadn’t gotten shy from his gaze, but instead exaggerated my posture to show him that I needed his touch -- his lips.

And he took the bait, closing his eyes and moving his lips down to my neck, barely touching my skin but leaving tingles that tortured my deprived body. I couldn’t help but close my own eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, not wanting to already moan at the very beginning of our rendezvous. He followed down my neck and onto my collarbone, took a long time to suck at the tender skin. I tightened my hand that was squeezing his atop my breast in a sudden gasp at how incredible it felt. This was all the sign he needed as he moved even further down, kissing with his tongue at the top of my chest. “F-fuck.” I cursed, the word escaped my mouth without my knowledge.

Jake raised his head and smirked at me, biting on his lip slightly as he spoke, “did that feel good baby?”

Of course it did. But instead of speaking I just nod, unable to bring about a cohesive sentence.

He kissed both of my cheeks with a longing, making sure to linger for just a second too long, making me hunger for his lips to meet mine. His mouth drifted over mine for just a second, but never landed, and I could see his teasing eyes as they made their way back down to my chest. He cupped his hand under my breasts and pushed them up as his lips came in contact and kissed deeply on my skin, teasing me once again when he kissed along my bra. I let my hand go of his to be able to hold myself up as my body shivered in pleasure and numbed under his touch. He moved along both breasts slowly and deeply, purposely kissing over the part that would be my nipple had the irritating fabric not been in the way, and out of sudden annoyance, I reached behind my back and unclasp my bra.

I felt him giggle against my breast as he sucked one and stroked the other softly with his hand. My head dipped back as my body sent shocks like a wave, suddenly feeling myself getting too excited, almost like I could climax right then and there.

A moan escaped as I put my quivering hand on Jake’s upper arm and gripped tightly, squirming under his clutch as if trying to warn him of my sudden excitement, and that we had to stop now before the feeling got the best of me.

I heard an irritated rush of air escape his mouth as I gently pushed him off and took a deep breath in to calm myself. I could tell that Jake knew I was almost close, so he backed off further, only softly rubbing my nipple in small circles. His hand moved down to my waist and played with the hem of my skirt, but before he could advance, my hands found the bottom of his polyester shirt and gently pulled it over his head. His hair got tousled in the end, but leaving him looking ever hotter in the process.

Jake peered down at my lips and licked his slowly. Before I could even try to kiss him, he gently laid me down. “Lay back baby, I like making you feel good,” his words once again made my body tingle, and I felt my heartbeat accelerate. I didn’t think twice before doing as he said and making myself comfortable, ready to feel whatever new sensation that was coming my way.

Jake never dropped his gaze with mine as he bent down onto the floor. He grabbed underneath my knees and scooted me down the bed while taking the time to observe me like I was his next meal.

Seconds passed and I could feel the smooth hands that were caressing my legs go higher up my thighs and under my skirt. His next move made my legs quivered in eagerness as he gathered the fabric of my sleek skirt and forced it above my hips. I felt the cold breeze sweep against my legs and also find its way between my legs. I couldn’t help but breathe in a sharp breath at the odd sensation of the coolness and the way it embraced my body.

“Is this okay?” I heard Jake ask, but I was so busy living in the moment of bliss that I couldn’t even respond but instead reached for his hand and placed it over my underwear.

It didn’t take him long to get the hint as he stroked my thighs and left me with an intolerant desire for his hand to be elsewhere. Just because of that little moment, I was thinking of all the possible ways I could touch him; I’ll give him a handy even though I had no clue how to, or maybe I’ll give him a blowjob and pray that I don’t actually graze my teeth against his manhood. But then, another thought popped up -- has he done this before? Had another girl gotten to experience this euphoria before I did? I wanted to ask, but was way too scared of ruining the moment, so I left it for another conversation.

I savored this moment. As much as I just wanted him to hurry up and rail me, I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to feel like this again for a while, so I relished in the warmth of his hands as they explored my thighs. With a gentle push, Jake spread my knees apart, and I could feel his hands move up and down the inner parts of my thighs, causing a chaotic war inside my mind.

Oh my god, Jake Sim was in-between my legs, staring down at my cloth undies with butterflies and lace trim. I couldn’t help but feel the heat rush up to my cheeks, feeling vulnerable but also exhilarating at the same time.

“Wow..” Jake’s voice was shallow and gruff. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Jake!” I managed to say, whining at his compliment and feeling myself getting shyer. He giggled at my reaction and I could tell that he would use that as a mechanism to tease me all night.

Jake went back to rubbing my inner thighs softly, rising higher and higher until I felt his hands graze against my arousal and I held my breath awaiting the moment he touched me, but he was once again teasing and pulled back.

I slowly let my breath out my nose in a way of trying to control my impatience, but I was becoming grumpy at the way he would leave me on the edge.

“Jake,” I whined again, feeling my breath quicken, “hurry up and touch me.” I couldn’t even fathom myself ever saying that in a million years, but here I was today wanting to shout it over and over again if I had to.

Jake’s hand squeezed against me at my sudden short-tempered words, and only a second later was he pulling off my panties and spreading my legs further apart. This time, I felt the breeze hit my outer lips and I could’ve sworn I was going to blackout at this sensation mixed with his.

Jake locked his hands under my legs and pushed them up so my feet were now on the bed, holding my legs up as he further examined me. I was too busy on cloud 9 to even wonder what he was thinking -- all I wanted was for him to touch me, and do it now.

“I’ve never done this before, so guide me if you have to,” Jake mumbled against my thigh, kissing them softly.

Question answered and pleasured executed -- that's what I call a two for one.

He continued kissing them and soon licked them up and down, the slick of his tongue grew my excitement, and for a moment I thought I was already close. But I was severely wrong, because as his lip sucked against my outer lips, I had practically felt like I had teleported to another dimension where rainbows and unicorns were born.

I bucked my hips up at the new sensation that his lips had brought, gasping every few seconds.

“You taste so sweet, baby,” Jake whispered softly. He wrapped his arms around my legs and hugged tight, bringing his face closer to my vag as his hands cluelessly massaged my hips.

I felt his tongue move at a fast pace, hitting every spot, even spots that I didn’t know were spots. His lip found my clit and sucked, circling over across it with his wet tongue.

“Keep moaning,” Jake's words came out fast and scrambled. “I want to make sure I’m making you feel good.”

I hadn’t even noticed I was moaning until he said something, and my voice oozed out even louder and longer without me having to try.

He continued to kiss and suck at a pace that left me intoxicated in pleasure. There were times that I thought I was going to go over the edge, but the excitement was so much that I felt it at times be too much and retreat.

At this point, I was letting out sounds I had never even heard come out of my mouth. His tongue swirled around, up and down my clit and folds, thrashing at my wet skin until they found its way inside of my vag and went in and out. I felt my back arch as I enjoyed the view of his head bobbing up and down as he pleasured me.

I squeezed my hands over his as I felt myself explode out of nowhere. It felt so good that I held my breath, releasing it in small gasps as I clung onto Jake's biceps and let my orgasm ride out.

Jake left gentle pecks on my thighs, giving me time to dwindle down from my high.

Jake lifted himself off the floor, leaning over my body with a smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at him, feeling the way my calmness surrounded my body, and the excitement rose in me again, as if it hadn’t just erupted seconds before.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, giving him a passionate kiss. “You did so good baby,” Jake whispered against my ear. This was all I needed to hear as my body went back into drive, finding my way down to his black jeans and unbuttoning them. I hear him draw in a breath against my lips. His breath became hot and damp against mine, kissing me hard.

I pull off his pants as we both scoot ourselves further on the bed, Jake found his way between my legs again, kissing deep in my neck, and collarbone, and nipples. I felt him tremble on top of me as he pressed himself closer to my chest. For the first time ever, I could feel how nervous Jake was. I could feel his hands shaking as they vibrated against the bed. I could feel his legs quiver in-between mine, and his lips seemed to stop short of breath.

“Jake,” I pushed onto his chest, and he quickly popped his head up, a surprised and worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing,” I replied back. He smiled and gave a nervous chuckle.

“I just want to make this really good for you.” His voice was soft again, like he was about to read me a lullaby or read me a bedtime story. I touched his cheek and smiled.

“And I want to make this really good for you too,” He smiled down at me. I could feel the way his body eased up, and it didn’t take long for his mouth to find mine again.

His body was pressed firmly onto me, aware of his groin and the way it pressed against my entrance. I can’t help but thrust up into him as he circled his arms around my head, messaging at my scalp and stroking my hair.

I moaned against his lips and played with the hem of his briefs before pulling them down. He kicked them off his ankles and continued to kiss me, once again finding all of those sensitive spots on my body.

I leaned up to kiss his neck as he groaned into the pillow beside me. I was scared that I wasn’t going to know how to treat his manhood, but the only way to learn was to do so, so I gently touched it, feeling the way his veins traveled and how hard the skin was.

“Wait --” He pulled away from me, staring down at the way my hand gently caressed his hard-on.

“Will you tell me if it hurts or if I’m going too fast?” I nod slowly, a hint of nerves hitting my chest.

“And, you’re sure right?” I can’t help but smile. Even with the nerves that built up in me, I still really wanted him -- I still really needed Jake Sim.

“I know you’ll be careful Jake. I trust you, I always have.”

I locked my eyes with him in the hopes that he would see I was ready. And like a silent accordance, he did, giving me small and sweet kisses on the cheek. But just like me, I could tell that Jake was nervous too -- maybe even more nervous.

“Uh, Jake should we use-”

“Y-Yes we should.” Jake cut my words off quickly with a frantic reply. He rose off of me and vanished from my room and into his.

Seconds later, Jake returned with the wrapper in his hand.

I swallowed down whatever unnerving feeling that was rising in me, and smiled as he sat back on the bed.

“So, you just had a condom on standby? What, did you think something was gonna happen?”

Jake laughed as he took the wrapper and tore it with his teeth. “Heeseung let me borrow his travel bag cause I lost mine,” Jake started toying with the clear rubber, “we think he gets around way more than he lets on.” I laughed along with Jake.

We kept up a casual conversation while I watched Jake from behind, mesmerized by his tan skin and the way it curved, the broadness of his shoulders, his hair glistening under the lights, his back and arm muscles tightening and contracting when he fumbled around with the rubber. I squirmed as my body ached for him again. I could feel my heart beating at an unsteady pace. I couldn’t unravel the reality that I was living -- I couldn’t unravel the fact that I was going to have sex with Jake Sim. The realization made my nerves tick and clack, but it didn’t show as I continued talking to Jake like we weren’t about to get it on -- one of the many reasons why I wasn’t sure of my nerves. I knew I could trust Jake with anything, and It felt normal to talk about the food we ate and the thing we saw, even while we were both almost completely naked.

Jake let out a tense chuckle. “I can’t even get this shit on.” Jake continued to try and try again, but whatever he tried, it wouldn’t work.

“Let me try,” I lifted from the pillow and scooted closer to Jake. He turned his hips so that I could see him better, but I wasn’t prepared. While I had felt it, seeing it made it more real. It was thick and lengthy. The veins looked like they could pop at any moment, the head was light pink just like his lips, and the base was covered in curly pubic hair that looked like it was growing back.

Jake noticed my stare and laughed softly, leaping me out of my trance. I let out an awkward huff, and placed my hand over the condom, trying to pull it down.

I felt his body tremble when I came in contact. His breath hitched as I played with the rubber and his dick, growing harder for every second that passed.

Whatever I tried, it wouldn’t go all the way down. “It won’t go down.” my voice came out shy and small. “I think you’re -- too big.” I cringed at my own words, but it was the truth -- the rubber was no match for Jake's junk.

Jake grinned and redden at my words. I removed the condom and continued to gawk at the mass of what I was about to put inside me. If a condom couldn’t even fit, could I?

I don’t know what compelled me to lower my head, but I couldn’t help but want to kiss it. I leaned my head down and kissed the head of his erection tenderly. I heard Jake inhale sharply, and could feel his body tremble harder. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Jake’s was the first one I had ever seen in-person. While it was intimidating, it was also equally alluring. I didn’t know how to make him feel good, but I was about to find out.

Jake leaned back on his hands and sighed. I gave it another kiss but let it linger. I felt him twitch on my lips. I continued to give it small kisses until I felt a wet sensation on my lips.

“Y/n, please--” I had never heard Jake’s voice whine like this. I could feel myself throbbing at his words, and it didn’t matter if I didn’t know how to take him in my mouth, I was going to do it anyway.

I opened my mouth and placed it over his tip. Jake was warm and slick. I heard him let out a small whimper and took it as encouragement to continue on, but the further I went down, the wider my mouth stretched. I couldn’t take in more than an inch under his head.

“Oh, fuck.” His words came out breathy. Because I couldn’t go down any further, my brain raced to find another answer. I twisted my head and slowly pulled away, repeating this action again and again.

“Just like that baby,” Jake muttered. He placed his hand on the top of my head and gently massaged my scalp. At times I felt him push my head down gently. I continued on, increasing my speed and adding tongue, feeling my own saliva cover his hard-on.

“Y/n,” He moaned my name, “I’m gonna come.” Jake's pressure on my head grew, and I sped up, adding more tongue.

“Shit -- stop, stop.” Jake released my hair from his grip. “If you keep going I’m gonna come.”

“Was that not the point?”

Jake grinned. “Yes, but I want to wait until we actually -- you know.” I couldn’t help but laugh, but I kind of agreed. I wasn’t fluent in sex or anything, but I did know that it took guys a bit longer to refuel.

My nerves were almost dead and replaced with elation and desire. Jake licked his lips as he looked down at mine. I leaned in and kissed him. We laid back down on the bed without breaking our kiss, his mouth wild and dire against mine. He propped himself up with his elbows as he got onto me, moving his mouth against the entirety of my face. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his tight muscles and soft skin. I took a deep breath when I felt his mouth move to the sensitive spot on my neck. He was ever so slightly grinding against me, I could feel him against my thigh, creating goosebumps all over my legs. I moved my legs further apart and drew up my knees, resting them carefully on Jake’s sides. I felt his hand move down around his dick to try and guide it to my entrance, but instead, it awkwardly jabbed my cheek.

“Go up a bit,” I whispered.

Jake lifted himself off me to look down and concentrate better. His brows furrowed together as he worked to find it, shifting slightly and raising his hips. I couldn’t help but giggle at how focused he was, and he awkwardly laughed with me until I felt him right in front of my entrance. He gave it a little nudge, and I went stiff. He grabbed it with his hand and rubbed it slowly against my outer lips, sending shock waves throughout my body and causing an uncontrollable shiver.

Jake pressed against it, soft at first, but grew in pressure. I flinched at the hardness and wetness of it. He leaned back over me and guided it in slightly.

I can’t help but gasp. Without it even being in me, I could already feel how it was going to stretch and proddle my insides. I was worried that it wouldn’t fit, or it would hurt too bad that we couldn’t keep going.

I felt him push harder, and a second later I could feel the tip of him enter. I took in a deep breath and held it, my mind flushed with heat. I felt my mouth gape open automatically, and I tightened my grip on the sheets.

Jake looked down at me, his mouth was open too. I could see the slight golden of his hair, and the individual hairs of his eyebrows. I focused on his lips and how wet and pink they were, I paid attention to the sweat beads developing on his forehead and how they traveled down to his temples. I felt Jake inside of me. The pressure was intimidating, as well as the faint course of pain that shot through. But focusing on Jake made it subside, focusing on his rapid breathing and his own pleasure made it wane down.

Jake let out a grunt, holding himself back from going further.

“Does it hurt? You’re holding your breath,” Jake's brows furrowed as he too focused on my face. I let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice held urgency but was tentative. He obviously didn’t want to stop, but I could already feel him moving out before I could answer.

“No, no -- keep going.” I held onto his hips before he pulled all the way out.

“Y/n, if it hurts then-” I cut him off. “Jake,” I whimpered. I squirmed against him. While it did hurt, there was still that bead of pleasure, and as long as that was still there, then I still needed him. The pain wasn’t important right now, I wanted him, I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him go deeper and deeper until I felt it hit my spot and I was immersed in ecstasy.

Jake took my hint to keep going. He laid his head down beside me and kissed my neck to try and distract me from the pain, but as I felt him push harder inside, I couldn't help but wince. This time he was halfway in. The warmth of him flowed to my legs and couldn’t help but shimmer. The pressure and pain increased, but the pleasure doubled. I moved my hands to his back and clutched on hard. I felt Jake‘s hips rock gently, going in and out. The rhythm he created washed out the pain and it was almost all replaced with a frenzy of bliss.

“Can I keep going?” He asked, his voice faint.

I nod. With a gentle push, Jake slid in the rest of the way with ease. I felt myself stretch around him. The pain only lasted a few seconds until I adapted to him, and then it decreased.

Jake let out little groans beside my ear, moving slowly in and out, back and forth. Jake moved his hands underneath my head and held it lightly.

“Fuck,” I couldn’t help but cuss.

“Kiss me baby,” Jake breathed. He hovered over my face and latched his lips onto mine, kissing softly and fragilely. The pain subsided as Jake kept the rhythm, and now my whole body was taken over by a pleasurable sensation that made me moan loud against his lips.

My hands moved all around his body. From his back to his chest to his butt to his arms, I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Go faster.” I whimpered out. He did, scooting closer to my body and pressing into me as hard and as fast as he could. I saw his face go red and spread down his chest. The sweat beads dripped from his temples and onto me. I could hear how excessive my moans were getting, and the way they came out in whimpers too. Our sounds moved in rhythm with our thrusts, and I wished for it to never end. I couldn’t remember a time like this when I felt like nothing could happen to me, like nothing could worry me. The ecstasy I had longed for wrapped itself around me -- around us, and I wished for it to never end.

My body continued to quiver in excitement, Jake spoke sweet words into my ear, so sweet that I felt myself thrusting faster beneath him, longing for him to burst inside of me.

“That’s it baby, right there,” He moaned. He moaned into my ear that vibrated my entire body. My mind raced with thoughts of all the things that I had wished to do to him.

“Jake, I wanna be on top.” I felt Jake's breath hitch in his throat before leaping off and laying down beside me. I lift myself up and straddle his legs. I grinded slowly as his cock nestled in tightly between my thighs. I was nervous that it wouldn’t feel the same, but my body craved for his hard-on again, so seconds later, I slid it in with ease. Jake moaned out as I stretched against him. I hummed in pleasure.

I looked down at Jake’s face, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, squirming underneath me. He grabbed onto my hips and slid me up and down his length. I felt my spot getting hit with each stroke, and little gasps came flooding out my mouth.

“Oh my god,” I whined. I positioned my palms on his chest and rode him harder, bouncing up and down, grinding side to side. I had no idea that my body could even move like this, but here I was, riding Jake Sim as if I had done this a million times before.

“Holy shit.” Jake’s voice came out strained. He wrapped his hands around my wrist. My rhythm sped up every few seconds. The pleasure was so good that it was becoming unbearable. It was so much that I couldn’t form words, much less even moan.

I felt myself tighten against him, “That’s it baby,” Jake placed his hands on my hips again. “Right there, keep going.” Jake continued to encourage me, and it fed my body like food. I felt it build and build until I needed to release, but it felt stuck, like it didn’t want to come out. I whined as I moved my hips faster. Jake noticed my struggle and did something that made me gasp. He moved his hand between my legs and found my clit. His other hand dug into my hip and pushed me down harder.

I stopped moving as I let in the feeling of him rubbing me, going faster and faster. I slumped my head back.

“Come baby,” He rubbed at an irregular fast pace as heat rose all over my body. “Let it out baby.” I slammed my hips down onto him and felt my orgasm shoot through my body. I arched my back and heard myself cry out. Jake moved his hands back over my hips and continued pumping up into me. I watched as his eyes scrunched close and his breath caught in his throat. He then let out his breath in a rush with wide eyes looking up at me with desperation.

“I’m gonna come,” He pressed into me harder. “Y/n, I can’t hold it.” Jake tried pushing my hips off, but I pressed down further.

“It’s okay,” I breathed out. “Come in me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Jake, please,” I begged. I grinded down on his shaft harder.

“I’m about to-” The words caught in his throat as I felt his pace quicken. He scrunched his eyes and I felt his hands go wild against my hips and ass. He tightly squeezed as he drew in a large breath. He slammed up into me harder and harder, with a series of wild and erratic groans. I felt the hot liquid erupt into me, and couldn’t help but let out a moan.

Once he went still, I collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, his fingers digging into my shoulders, his body still shaking. I continued to rock my hips gently as I rode out the rest of my pleasure and his.

I felt his heartbeat match the rhythm of mine, harsh and rapid. I kissed along his forehead and temples, breathing in his scent.

Reality started to settle in and I felt myself fading out of my ecstasy. Everything felt different even if it wasn’t. The guy that lied beneath me was now someone that I had a new identity with, someone that I had connected with that I wouldn’t do with other people. Our reality with one another had changed. I saw Jake in a way that no one else had, I felt him inside of me, I saw him vulnerable, I heard his moans of ecstasy. And it was vice-versa with him too. He saw a side of me that no one else ever would.

I raised my head from his shoulder and was met with a worried gaze. “How are you?” Jake panted.

I giggled, nodding, “I’m great.” Jake let out an exaggerated sigh of relief. I jokingly hit him on the chest as I met my lips back with his. He started tickling my sides which made me giggle and twitch, completely forgetting that he was still inside me. Jake winced.

“Oops, sorry.” I slid off of him and let in the cold breeze that followed, I felt his liquids ooze out of me, and Jake watched with pleasure. We both can’t help but laugh.

I was living my life up until this point of it being impossible to not admire Jake’s charm. Since the beginning, we were inseparable, and even now, it grew in its intensity. There was a path that I’d been following, while it wasn’t the easiest, it still led me to him -- it still led me to Jake Sim. Now that I’ve finally reached the end of that unbearable tunnel, I never wanted it to end, I wanted to soak up this moment and the moments before until it was the only thing I could remember. Our laughter, our happiness, our love. But reality would have to settle in, time was of the essence.

“I love you,” I waned out my laughter as I let my mind speak for me. Jake laughed subsided as he looked up at me with shock. Seconds later his eyes welled up with tears.

“I love you too,” His words shook as the tears started to fall. I couldn’t help but cry too.

Me and Jake knew what the next level was, and sadly, neither of us were going to end up together. In less than a day, he was going to be back in Seoul, being an idol and living like he’d always dreamed of. And I was going to be here, working and doing school. Even if our lives weren’t lined up at the moment, we both secretly agreed that in some wild alternate universe we would have been together. Even if it took years later when Jake was no longer a kpop star, we would wait -- we would wait on each other. Because the love that we had for one another had been forever, and it would continue to be that way.

Me with him. That’s how it would always be.

~~The end. ~~

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