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rodeo || johnny suh

⇝ title: Rodeo ⇝ pairing: rapper!johnny x manager!reader ⇝ genre: coworkers with benefits sort of | secret relationship | smut ⇝ summary: After Johnny sees you showing off on one of the set’s mechanical bulls, he can’t help but pull you into his trailer and put your riding skills to the test. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2.1k ⇝ warnings: unedited (i’m so sorry) | strong language | johnny wears a grill… warning you now | cowgirl duh | reverse cowgirl because we lit | rope play (not really sexual) | spanking/ass grabbing | them chains are staying on girlfriend | dom but bottom!johnny (like she’s fucking him) | spitting/spit play (sorry not sorry) | pet names | scratching | protected sex | gagging/choking on fingers | controlled orgasm | light obedience play | cum shots | the cheesy ending we all deserve | i think that’s all... enjoy!! ⇝ author’s note: Happy Birthday to my sis Beezy @hobeemin !! I love you and I wanted to write you something for your birthday. I did not expect it to get this filthy because I just cannot write Johnny in this way but the minute I thought about this look… I knew it was the one. Anyway, I hope you like it! I wrote it with love.

⇝ playlist: Rodeo by Juvenile | Handstand by French Montana, Doja Cat, & Saweetie | Distraction by Kehlani

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“She is so going to fall. How many seconds are you giving her?”

Johnny leans against the railing, glancing at your assistant as he ponders in his thoughts.

“I give her about two seconds.”

“Bullshit. Both of you are going to be buying me lunch when this is over,” you chime in.

The two men share a laugh, and the rest of the staff join in as they prepare to watch you fail. Your eyes shift to Johnny when the lights reflect off the diamond-encrusted plate temporarily attached to his front bottom row of teeth. His tongue rolls over his top lip before he bites his lip absentmindedly, watching you as attentively as you are him. It’s a distraction you cannot indulge in due to the multiple people around you and the sudden jerk your body feels when the bull begins to move.

“Thirty seconds, motherfuckers! Pay attention.”

Your thighs clench, and you put on your game face, letting the snickers and side comments travel through your ears and disappear into the air. Your dominant hand holds on with all its strength while your other hand extends outward. You’re devoted to staying balanced because that’s going to be the key to lasting the entire time.

“Look at her only using one hand,” your assistant comments.

“That’s all I need.”

You hear Johnny fake a cough after your reply, and you squint your eyes at him just before the bull begins to spin. The ride starts to get rough quickly but you hang in there. Thirty seconds feel like hours when you’re being tossed around. Once you have a strong grip and a feel of what the bull can do, you’re about fifteen seconds in and ready to knock them out.

For show, you arch your back and smile at the people filming on their phones. The teasing is replaced with praises as everyone starts cheering you on. Everyone except one, who’s looking on with an unreadable expression.

Suddenly, the ride switches gears, and you almost slip off. You struggle as you’re leaning toward one side, and you almost allow yourself to fall, forfeiting the last few seconds before a voice sways your decision.

“Keep going, baby girl.”

You don’t even need to look to know who it belongs to. A switch flips on, and you regain control. The countdown begins, and your burning muscles work overtime to keep you on the bull. When time’s up, you make a victorious but not-so-graceful landing.

You lie there relishing in the cheers, but when your eyes open, you only want to see one person’s smile. However, he’s nowhere in sight. You get and dust yourself off before climbing out of the ring, receiving nothing but high-fives as you descend the stairs.

“Let’s go celebrate girl! You did that shit,” someone calls out.

You agree, but only to get them off your back while you seek out the man you’ve been waiting to talk to all day. “Yeah, I’m just going to go grab my stuff, and I’ll be back.”

It’s partly the truth.

You will be back, but your purse is in the sprinter, on the other side of the set.

Still, you make your way past several trailers, looking for the one belonging to the star of the music video. Unfortunately, every trailer looks the same, and you can only pinpoint a general area of where he is.

As you peek into one trailer’s window, the door to the one behind you opens. When you turn around, you see Johnny standing on the threshold, wearing one of his signature smirks.

“Looking for someone?” he questions.

“Maybe.”

Johnny nods, his cowboy hat still covering his dark eyes. He’s probably waiting for the stylists to undress him since there’s one more shoot tomorrow, but since you’re here, you might be able to help with that.

“I see you don’t have time for me today. But it’s cool.”

You roll your eyes. He knows he can’t let himself get jealous; it’s too risky.

The first time was supposed to be the last time, but a year later you still can’t keep your hands off each other. The industry isn’t kind to artists who sleep with their managers. No one wants to work with them out of fear of messy situations. The things you do to each other must remain a secret if you want it all to last. However, some days are more difficult than others.

“Whatever. I’m going to lunch,” you sigh. “Do you want anything?”

You start walking away before he responds, and once you’re about three feet away, something flies over your head and you feel it tighten around your midsection.

“What the–”

You look down and notice that you’re caught up in a rope. Before you can ask any questions, you’re pulled back until you run into something, or someone.

“You aren’t the only one who’s learned some tricks.”

Johnny spins you around, making you face him.

“Don’t be like that. You know I like teasing you,” he reasons, but you don’t want to hear it.

He knows you’re sensitive about this stuff, seeing many of your colleagues' reputations ruined for the same thing you’re doing with him.

“It’s not funny, though.”

Noticing the small pout on your lips, Johnny gives the rope enough slack for it to fall and he pulls you in for a hug. His chin rests on your forehead, keeping an eye out for anyone and listening carefully for footsteps.

“You’re so worrisome,” he sighs, caressing your back. “I was just trying to have a little fun with you.”

“Fuck off,” you murmur into his jacket.

Your cheek presses against his bare pecs, and you find comfort in the warmth of his sun-kissed skin.

“Woah. You’re so mean. I just figured since you liked riding that bull so much, maybe you’d want to go for a real ride.”

Your head lifts and moves away from his chest so you can look at him. “What?”

“Oh, now I have your attention, hm?”

His smirk grows into a smile and reveals his mouthpiece. It shines even brighter when he takes off his hat and places it on your head. Johnny gestures towards his trailer and winks at you.

“Let’s get it, cowgirl.”

Seated on Johnny’s lap, your hand grasps the gold links around his neck while you grind against him. Both of you panting and sweating, the world doesn’t even exist at this moment.

“So good for me,” he growls. “How am I supposed to leave you alone?”

His nails dig into your flesh as he holds your globes within his grasp, wanting to be as close to you as he physically can.

“You don’t. Problem solved.”

You start to move more swiftly, feeling a familiar sensation creeping inside your gut. Johnny’s dick enters your womb each time you land on his hips, leaving you gasping and moaning louder than you should be.

“Yeah? So that means you’re mine, right?”

“Fuck. Johnny.”

The way his lips curl into a grin when you cry his name leaves you shivering and begging him.

For what, is unclear to you, but all you know is that you want him badly.

“Yeah, you’re mine,” he states confidently. “Open your mouth.”

He’s right about that. You are.

Whatever he wants, he gets it—because he never holds back when pleasing you.

Your lips part enough for you to stick out your tongue. He wastes no time shoving his fingers deep inside and spitting into your crevice. Two of his digits push his saliva deep into your throat, making you gag around them. You stare at him through your watery eyes, your damp lashes, and fresh tears blurring your vision. However, you can still make out the pleased expression on his face.

You purposely clench around him, and his hips buck off the couch. Johnny then grabs your waist, halting your movements while he speaks.

“I see how you wanna play. Turn around.” You lift yourself slightly, keeping him inside while you turn in the opposite direction. As you find the right position, Johnny slaps your ass, making you squeak in surprise. He kneads the flesh tenderly, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze of appreciation. “Let’s see how long you can stay on this ride.”

As soon as you start to ride his cock, Johnny begins to thrust into you, nearly bouncing you off of his lap. His toned thighs make it difficult for you to control the pace, but with a hand holding onto his leg, you’re saved from falling on the floor.

Once you’ve gotten accustomed to the way he’s slamming into you, you’re able to regain control. You arch your back and place your free hand on top of his hat sitting on your head. The sounds that begin to leave your lips become feral, and you can hear Johnny’s grunts turn into moans and gasps. He’s close, and so are you. You decide to make the last seconds count.

“You feel so good,” you purr. “Do I feel good, Johnny?”

He throws back his head and whispers a few expletives.

“You feel like heaven, baby. You already know.”

You whimper in response, his deep voice soothing to your ears.

“So wet, so tight. You know how much I love this pussy.”

“Fuck!”

“What’s wrong? Need to come?” he quizzes.

“Can I? Please.”

Your raspy cries fill the room just like the lewd noises produced by your arousal squelching between your thighs. Johnny ceases his movements and allows you to chase your own release while he watches in awe. He holds your waist to support you and guide you because your body is moving faster than your mind can keep up with.

“Get you one, cowgirl. You deserve it.”

When those words leave his lips, your sense of reality disappears. Everything grows white, and you have no control over your body. Your orgasm takes your breath away, leaving you struggling to catch your breath. A shockwave ripples through you, and the sensation is intoxicating.

You can hear Johnny’s groans as he tries to hold on, but the warm feeling of your walls pulsing around his cock is almost unbearable. His cock twitches inside of you as you ride out your high, but he hangs on until you’re flopping forward on your face.

Johnny quickly gets up, and removes the condom, so he can shoot his load all over your ass. Hot ropes of his cum paint your skin, but you’re too out of it to complain about being sticky.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You sigh. “I am.”

“Alright, well you should probably–”

Johnny's phone rings, and he walks across the room to check it. He answers it and puts it on speaker, so you assume it’s important.

“Yeah?”

Fuck. It’s your assistant looking for you.

“She’s in my trailer,” Johnny explains.

You immediately sit up and look at him with wide eyes. Why would he say that?

“She’s embarrassed because she got sick from that bull ride. You’ll have to take lunch without her.”

You exhale and relax your body, sinking into the couch.

“That was too close,” you whisper.

Johnny throws you a wink, and you respond with a small smile. They’d probably have a million questions had he not thought of that response so quickly.

“Yeah, she’s going to get back to the hotel in the sprinter with me, but I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

When the call ends, Johnny joins you on the couch. He wipes the cum off of your skin and tosses the shirt on the floor before he speaks.

“So,” he begins. You turn so you can see his face. “We have the rest of the day together. What are we doing?”

You shrug.

“I don’t know. Maybe we can…”

You grab his arm and pull him on top of you. Your lips graze his ear, and he shudders.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

Smirking, your fingers dance up his biceps.

“Maybe we can take a nap?”

“Now, that’s hot.”

“I know, right?” you giggle.

When silence takes over, you play in Johnny’s hair as he hums.

“You think they’ll notice if that hat goes missing?”

His question makes you roll your eyes.

“I fucking hate you sometimes,” you respond. “But, no. They have several because they know how you are.”

You return to twirling his strands between your fingers, enjoying the post-orgasm quality time until he ruins it once again.

“Good. I wonder if it’ll stay on while I’m fucking you from the back.”

Honestly, as long as he shows you what other trick he’s learned with that rope, he can do anything he wants with you.

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babecoups · 2 years

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playdates || jjk

➻ title: playdates ➻ pairing: dilf!jungkook x female reader ➻ genre: fluff | smut | neighbors au | single dad!jjk | pwp ➻ summary: jungkook calls you out and shows you what you’ve been missing. ➻ word count: 1k ➻ warnings: unprotected sex | standing doggy | light aftercare | orgasm control | clit stimulation | quickies | partially clothed sex | kitchen sex | creampie ➻rating: 18+ ➻ a/n: hey, since i’m going on a hiatus soon i figured i’d post something. now before y’all call me out, this is a repost from my old blog. i’m not copying @/sugasbabiie’s work, this is the author that previously used that url so this work is mine lol. it’s unedited but i hope you like it.💕

Every weekend you pick up your niece so she can come over and play with his daughter. Poor girl hasn't had any friends over since her and her dad moved next door a year ago. Both girls are at yours today, and they fell asleep after playing in the backyard for hours.

Sure you love spending time with your only niece, but the other reason you invite her to your place is to get to know her best friend’s dad.

However, you never imagined you’d know him this well.

"Where are the girls?" Jungkook asks, stepping forward as you cautiously step back. You bump into the kitchen island, and suddenly you’re trapped between it and your hot neighbor.

And he knows it. That's why he’s coming closer. He stops walking only when he’s inches apart from you.

"Sleeping," you gulp when he leans forward, "I just tucked them in a few minutes ago, but—"

His index finger touches your lips, shushing you.

"So that means I have you alone for a bit, yeah?" He looks down the hall and notices all the doors are closed. The silence is a tell tale sign that the toddlers are fast asleep.

"Yeah, I guess so," you laugh nervously.

"You guess so?" He lifts your chin with his finger, and makes you stare into his dark brown orbs.

"You eye-fuck me every time you see me, and now that we're alone all you can do is guess?...That's so disappointing."

Fuck.

Your mouth hangs open, mind going completely blank. The wink he gives you seems to ignite every ounce of bravery you own. So, you lay it all on the table. "Um, what should we do then?"

His eyes roll as he ponders in pretend thought. "I don't know, _____. You tell me.”

The way his gaze is fixated on you, like he’s undressing you with his eyes. It leaves you speechless, unable to answer him because the words just won’t come out. No longer willing to wait for your response, he speaks up for you.

“Because if I had it my way, I'd have bent over the kitchen counter by now.”

"Do it."

Your outburst surprises you even

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You sure?”

"Yeah, isn’t it obvious?" You gesture to your tiny lounge shorts and tank top, perfect attire to wear when you’re trying to get dicked down in a rush.

Once he receives the greenlight, he spins you around and pins you against the island with his lower body.

"Alright,” he pulls down his sweats and then your shorts, praising you for not wearing any panties, “keep your eyes on that door. The second it opens you tell them it’s time to play hide and seek, understand?"

You nod, bracing yourself as he aligns with your entrance. When he slides in, you almost let out a moan, but Jungkook quickly covers your mouth with his hands. "And keep your fucking voice down. You don't behave, I stop,” he whispers.

You shut up immediately after that, taking every inch, every thrust, and every violent snap of his hips in silent cries. You can feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, the squelching sounds of Jungkook entering you travel throughout the empty kitchen.

Soon the coil tightens and your walls constrict around his thick cock. He growls into your ear and the sound makes your knees tremble. "Gonna come, aren't you?"

He lowers his hand so you can talk.

"Yes. Jungkook, I have to come."

You speak as quietly as you can, turning your head to look at him with your watery eyes. The pleasure threatens to take over your body at any second, and you aren't sure for how long you'll be able to keep it together.

"No, you want to come. Let me help," he offers, reaching between you to touch your clit, "don’t scream, okay?"

How?

His hand recovers your lips, and you grip onto his strong arm for support and for your sanity. Your nails rake over his skin, drawing sharp but hushed hisses from him. Within a few quick circles drawn onto your already sensitive bud, you’re reaching your release.

Jungkook begins grunting and groaning in your ear, some of the sexiest sounds you’ve ever heard. He buries his dick inside of you and fills you with his cum, making you moan due to the warmness in your womb. You both spend seconds coming down from your high, you both focus on the throbbing sensation as you overcome the sensitivity. He chuckles at the sound you make when he reluctantly slips out of you.

He quickly grabs some napkins to clean up the cum that leaks down your inner thighs and pulls up your shorts while you lay there slumped over the island.

"Go take a nap or something. I'll order pizza for the girls and we’ll hang out when you wake up," he suggests, kissing your cheek.

You wouldn’t deny his offer even if you weren’t fucked out right now. You scurry away to your bedroom to shower and sleep before the kids can see you in a post-orgasmic bliss. But before you can make it to your room, Jungkook calls out to you from the kitchen.

"Hey, you don't have to wait until the weekends to get some dick, you know? Just come over between 8pm and 3am."

Your cunt clenches around nothing at the thought of fucking him again.

“For sure. Thanks,” you say with a shy smile.

He leans on the counter, watching you with a smirk. “Anytime, baby.”

Fuck.

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