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epinebleue · 5 months

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love me now (m) | 09

in which Johnny gets into a fight.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), kitchen sex, violence (Johnny punches a guy).

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“For the love of God, just ignore him...”

Johnny chuckles at your words, visibly irritated. Over your shoulder, he scans the group behind you, looking at the man who has been pushing you almost since you got to the club.

Johnny’s a rational man. He knows that the place is packed and there isn’t much space to move or even dance, so bumping into people is fairly understandable.

“I’m trying.”

Precisely because he’s a rational man, Johnny’s sure that the man is doing it on purpose. Pushing you once is an accident; twice is a coincidence; but by the third time, Johnny's straightening his back, ready to fight.

The man's friends step in, apologizing, stating that he’s drunk out of his mind. The smile on his face, Johnny thinks, says otherwise.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Try harder.”

You tell Johnny about your sister’s plans for your niece’s birthday party, trying to divert the attention from the guy.

For a moment you succeed, as Johnny nods and starts smiling again at your stupid jokes.

Then, you feel a cold liquid sliding down your arm.

You barely have time to register what's happening before Johnny pushes you aside, grabbing the man behind you by the collar. Once he has him against the wall, Johnny delivers the first punch.

The pieces of the broken glass crunch under your shoes as you rush towards Johnny, your heart in your throat. You’re afraid of Johnny getting hurt, but you’re more afraid of Johnny getting in trouble for hurting somebody else. He’s taller and stronger than the guy he’s holding; he could absolutely destroy him if he wanted.

And he wants to, which makes him dangerous.

The guy’s friends surround Johnny and try to drag him away but your boyfriend, far from being stopped, slams him against the wall, screaming something you aren’t able to hear due to the blasting music.

A security guard makes his way through the crowd and grabs Johnny from behind, by the shoulders, to push him back. Johnny, whose grip tightens, drags the guy with him.

And right when you think Johnny will never let him go, he does.

You don’t even acknowledge the man, all your attention being on Johnny. Not a single scratch on his face, just pure anger.

He doesn’t answer when you ask if he’s okay, simply nodding. You quickly abandon the club after explaining the situation to security, using your soaked dress as proof.

The cold midnight air hits you as soon as you step into the street, reminding you that a crazy man just poured his drink on you. But you’re still too shaken to be bothered. Instead, you turn to Johnny, who's looking at the cars passing by, waiting for a taxi to appear.

“That was stupid.” You state after a minute, putting on your coat. Johnny turns around, an eyebrow raised.

“I beg your pardon?”

“What if he had been dangerous?” You cross your arms over your chest, trying to stop yourself from shivering. Your dress is too thin, so, now that it’s wet, you’re freezing to death even with your jacket on. “What if he had had a knife?”

“He didn’t look like the type to carry a knife around.” He argues back, shoving his hands inside the pockets of his coat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Superman. I totally forgot about your X-ray vision.”

“He spilled his drink on you on purpose.” Johnny snaps, raising his voice. “Why am I the one getting scolded?”

“I’m not scolding you.” You raise your voice too. “But you must admit that was incredibly stupid.”

“Well, he’s fine, isn’t he?”

Johnny’s the love of your life, your future children’s father, the person you will grow old with. But, sometimes, he can be stubborn to the point of making you want to pull your hair off.

This is one of those times.

“For fuck’s sake, John.” You stamp your foot against the pavement, the click of your high heel swallowed by a car passing by. “I don’t care about his safety, I care about yours! How can you not understand that?”

“Whatever.”

Johnny turns around again and manages to stop a taxi. He holds the door for you and you get in without a single word.

You spend the thirty-minute ride home looking through the window, cursing Johnny in your mind. Nevertheless, you can’t be mad for long. The city lights of New York flickering in the distance, similar to stars, relax you.

You get Johnny’s actions. The man had, in a way, assaulted you; it was only normal to react as Johnny did. However, you wish he understood you, too. Of course the man didn’t look dangerous at all, but what if he had hurt him?

It’s the disregard for his well-being that irritates you.

Once you get home, you make a bee-line to the bathroom. You deserve a shower and something warm before going to bed.

The hot water washes away the stickiness on your skin and gives you a clearer vision of the situation: you’ll address the topic in the morning over some coffee.

Johnny’s in the room when you go back. He doesn’t talk to you as he undresses and gets ready to hop in the shower now that it’s free. Him walking past you as if you were some invisible being is enough to ignite the spark of anger once again, but you don’t blow up.

Instead, you walk to the kitchen and start preparing a delicious cup of chamomile tea, which has always helped you in times of stress. It also makes you sleep better; exactly what you'll need tonight.

Johnny comes out of the bathroom right when you’re pouring the brewed tea into a cup, and it’s not long before he steps into the kitchen, looking at you like a sad puppy would, and you know he’s about to ask for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry.” He says, then waits.

There’s a few seconds of silence where you finish filling your cup and put the teapot away.

“What are you sorry for?”

Johnny has been here before. He knows you aren’t that mad at him anymore; you just want him to fight for your pardon a little harder.

“For hitting a man without thinking of the consequences.” He sighs, joining you beside the counter. “You were right, it was stupid on my part.”

You smile behind the cup, taking a sip before answering.

“Thank you.” You say, sincerely. “I’m sorry for the scolding, too. It’s just that I was afraid. I’ve never seen you that angry.”

“Oh, babe.” Johnny circles your waist with his arms from behind, kissing the top of your head. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You rest your head on his chest as a mischievous smile starts to grow on your face.

“You looked hot, by the way.”

The next thing you hear is Johnny snorting.

“What?” He softly pats the front of your thigh. “Is that all you could think of while I fought for your honor?”

“I’m being honest!” You turn around, leaning on the kitchen counter. “In my defense, you always look hot.”

You tiptoe to peck his lips.

You swear there's no intention to make something bigger out of the kiss, at least not until Johnny places his hand on the back of your neck to prevent you from moving away.

With his teeth, he captures your lower lip and releases it slowly. You open your eyes to find his brown orbs looking right back at you, so intense and dark.

Johnny presses his palms against your cheeks.

“How can someone be so beautiful?”

If he wasn't holding your face, you’d try to hide it in his neck

He wouldn’t let you, anyway.

As Johnny devours your mouth once again, he grabs a handful of your ass as his hands make their way to the small of your back, pressing you against his warm chest.

You throw your arms around his neck, noticing the already hard bulge in between your bodies.

There’s a brief moment in which Johnny breaks the kiss to get rid of your panties, the soft fabric of your nightgown caressing the skin of your bare butt for a few seconds before he’s helping you to sit on the kitchen counter. You shiver at the sudden contact with the cold surface, but the discomfort doesn’t last long, because your stomach tingles in excitement when you see him kneel in front of you.

You spread your legs and Johnny buries his face in your sex.

He lets out a sigh when his tongue finally tastes your wetness as if he hadn’t eaten you out in years.

You rest a hand on top of Johnny’s head, suddenly remembering that confession he made months ago. Hesitating, your fingers lace into his brown hair and pull softly, testing the waters.

Johnny hums in pleasure against your entrance at the action, making you melt on the spot. Your lover closes his lips around your clit, playing with it until you’re a moaning mess on the counter.

His fingers ghosting your entrance makes you hitch, sighing as Johnny slides one finger in, up to the knuckle, but doesn’t move, too focused on your clit.

Your moans grow louder, rip apart your throat. You don’t know how to be patient when it comes to sex with Johnny, so you buckle your hips, desperate for contact.

He looks up at you, and you swear you feel him smirking against your pussy. He knows you way too well, but you know him, too. You’re able to decipher the message hidden behind his gaze in a matter of seconds.

“Move.” You whisper, struggling with the words. You repeat it, louder this time. “Move, please…”

As if you had pressed a button, Johnny pulls his finger out completely, slowly, making you hiss. The emptiness is unbearable and you’re ready to beg again, but Johnny shoves two fingers this time, pumping them quickly, the noise of your juices only swallowed by his slurping.

Your legs close around his head, but Johnny doesn’t complain. Quite the opposite, he seems to enjoy it, judging by the way he starts eating you out like a madman, folding his fingers to reach that specific spot.

With eyes closed shut, you take it all in. There’s a tight knot in your stomach about to snap.

You curse.

“Cum for me, baby.” Johnny whispers, your sounds like music for his ears, keeping the rhythm of his fingers. “Cum all over my fucking fingers and mouth.”

The orgasm clouds your mind, the only thing spilling out of your mouth as your pussy clenches around his fingers being his name, over and over.

Johnny keeps pumping his fingers, slowing down as he rises to his feet. He captures your open mouth, your moans dying in his throat. He kisses your cheeks, making a trail to your neck, which he bites. You clench around his digits, now still.

“Open.”

He orders. You obey. He pulls out his fingers to shove them in your mouth. You lick them clean under his gaze, enjoying how hard he’s trying to hold himself back. It barely lasts a second.

Johnny removes his fingers from your mouth, both hands flying to the elastic of his sweatpants. You notice a big stain in the fabric before watching them fall to the floor, along with his underwear. Precum leaks from his tip, and although it’s enough to lubricate him whole, Johnny places his hand in front of your mouth, palm facing up.

“Spit.”

You blink twice, slightly taken aback, but spit on his palm anyway. He then closes his hand around his cock, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

Johnny pumps his dick with your spit twice before aligning it with your entrance. His head falls back as your warm walls engulf him, and all he can think of is fucking you fast and rough. The low moan you let out doesn’t help him at all. Johnny kisses you in an attempt to control himself. But you’ve been waiting for this ever since he laid his hands on you.

You grind against Johnny, gasping at his tip reaching deeper, but the feeling doesn’t last long. Johnny moans, grabbing your waist to pin you down. It takes him great effort to collect himself before looking down at you. He raises an eyebrow at your smirk.

“I really can’t trust you.” He says, his tone an octave lower. It makes you shake in anticipation. “Don’t pull shit like this, I was trying to take it slow.”

“I don’t want slow.”

“How do you want it?” Johnny whispers, allowing your hands to roam his chest.

You reach his waist and push him forward, sighing when you feel his dick making its way into you once again. “I want rough.”

Johnny allows you to grind on him, giving you a deep kiss before rocking his hips in sync. He goes slow, reaching down to grab your arms and settling them behind your back, holding them there. His pace grows gradually, reaching a point when he starts thrusting, mercilessly.

You rest your forehead against Johnny’s shoulder, gasping for air, your throat so dry that it hurts. The kitchen is filled with the slapping of skin on skin. You feel Johnny’s teeth on your shoulder, biting so hard that it brings tears to your eyes.

Panting heavily, you warn Johnny that you won’t last long.

Your arms circle his strong shoulders as soon as he releases them, scratching the skin of his back. His breath hits your ear when he hisses. He hugs you by the waist, growling, looking for your high as much as his.

You hold your breath as your orgasm slams you, clamping Johnny’s length tightly as he cums inside you. He gradually slows down, trying to drag your orgasms a little longer.

You pant, resting your forehead on his sweaty chest as he eventually ceases all movement.

“I can’t believe we just fucked in the kitchen.” Johnny lets out a laugh that makes your head bob. “We eat in here.”

“Well, I ate.”

“Aren’t you charming?”

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emasstars · 5 months

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on ice

how i imagine they’d be ice skating with you | fluff/crack

a/n: i’m thinking about making a christmas/winter-themed event, but here’s this to kick off the start of dropping temperatures (at least, where i am)! again, sorry for my inactivity.

ponyboy took skating lessons, but ice is one of his weaknesses. he forgets it’s not like a track and that he has to glide. he fumbles every now and then, might lose his balance for a moment, but he isn’t awful in any way.

johnny does not know how to skate. he will be holding onto the side board with everything he has, praying in his head that his legs won’t give in. he’s like a piece of wood—his legs physically cannot bend. by the time you coax him off of the side board and have him holding your hand, time is up, and the rink is kicking everyone out.

dally thinks he can skate, and he somewhat can. but only slowly. he won’t hold your hand, and the cocky shit thinks he can keep his hands in his pockets. he can skate around the rink, but he can’t dash through anybody. ice is one of the only things that would doom him if he were ever on the run.

sodapop skates decently. his parents signed him up for lessons forever ago, so he knows the fundamentals. he really likes holding your hand and skating slowly with you—bonus points if there’s the very rare chance it’s snowing. he’s an undeniable hopeless romantic, and even if it isn’t snowing, he likes to pretend it is.

darry is a football player, not a skater. he cannot skate. he’s like if a rock was thrown onto the ice. he will not, cannot, and is afraid to move. if you can skate, he will rely on you to hold his hand and pull him. he’s, very sadly, too ungraceful to skate.

two-bit is a surprisingly good skater. he’s really flexible, and with enough willpower, he could be a figure skater. if you want to skate holding his hand, you can’t. he will let go and skate around the rink at full speed like a hockey player.

steve cannot skate either, though he will not resort to the side board like johnny. he’ll simply cling onto your arm with everything he has, which is arguably worse. he doesn’t even try to skate, he’s just letting you drag him along. it feels a bit like he’s a child in a wagon on halloween.

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espresseo-cafe · 7 months

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[17:09] the skatepark was like johnny’s second home. for the most part, seeing him skate made your heart jump. in both good ways and not, the feeling you had in your stomach verified that your best friend was indeed a chick magnet. he was that well known at the area.

and because you were his best friend, you had to tag along to his trips to the skate park every time you were on days off. so here you were sitting hesitantly by the bleachers. as much as you hated to admit it, a little jealousy creeps up on you when you see others eyeing johnny with hunger.

“should i ask for his number? he’s hot.” one asked her friend, sporting a denim high shorts paired with long socks and an old school vans.

her friend squealed and nudged her, “like yes?? you guys are matching in denims, too.”

you tsked to yourself and rolled your eyes, chewing on your gum and put your airpods max back on, continuing to sketch the scenery in front of you. honestly? you could care less.. if you didn’t habour any feelings for him at all.

but no, you had a massive crush on johnny and it pains you to know that the girl you scoffed at may have just caught his attention, he kept looking her way. of course you were just assuming at this point because who wouldn’t love your very attractive best friend anyway?

johnny on the other hand knew this all too well. he smiled to himself when he saw your supposedly ignorant front until he saw your transparent jealousy. he felt flattered yet he as well couldn’t hold his frown back when other guys approached you for a small talk.

“dude, you’re frowning again.” jaehyun smirked at his friend, knowing his hidden crush on you since way back. “you know you could skip today’s practice if it’s bugging you so much.”

“it’s not bugging me..” johnny coughed, preparing for his skateboard run down the ramp.

“righttt.” jaehyun pushed the guy playfully but johnny didn’t miss jae’s expression as he pointed at you. “dude!”

shocks and squeals heard at the park when people’s attentions shifted to you, and johnny never whipped his head as fast as he did. seeing your hands covering half of your face.

it didn’t take long for him to figure that a skateboard flew straight at you and made your nose bleed. apparently there was a fight close by before you got hurt.

“y/n!” he called out, skating immediately next to you, who was sniffling in pain. “don’t put your head up. just tilt it a little.” he said, holding up your head while he checked for other injuries you might’ve had.

his heart sank when he spotted upcoming bruises on the side of your face, neck, shoulder, and arms.

you didn’t want to make a scene but you were really hurt so you hugged johnny and told him you wanted to leave. “johnny, i wanna go home.”

johnny patted your back and caressed it, “alright, alright. let’s go to the hospital first to have you checked.” he turned around to glare at the two people guilty of this. “you guys did this to my girl?”

the two guys nodded and accepted to pay for your hosptial bills.

he aided you by your side and you winced at the pain, “it’s okay, you’ll be okay.”

your heart beated quick, not because of the stressful atmosphere but of johnny’s remark. so you smirked at him, “my girl, huh?”

johnny just coughed as he got busted. “well you were firing up with jealousy when the girls were thirsting on me.”

you flinched, you got busted too. “you were watching me?” you chuckled.

“… i always have.”

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hcaeh · 4 months

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idol!johnny texts ! :3

— warnings . suggestive jokes , kms jokes , swearing , reader is male !

— genre . fluff , humor

no plot , just random texts 🥹

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babiesdreams · 4 months

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Advent Calendar

Day 10 : Johnny- Jaehyun- Jungwoo. +18

Content Warning: Very kinky. BDSM. A lot of degradation and humilliation. Praise kink. Slight use of pain as a pleasure source. Foursome. Daddy kink. Orgasm denial, orgasm control. Sub reader.

The dim light reflects over your sweaty breasts, you know you're supposed to look into the mirror, to watch your reflection, but the view of Johnny, Jaehyun and Jungwoo standing next to you makes it hard not to wander. They're all shirtless, wearing formal pants. Johnny's neck tie is wrapped over your wrists, Jaehyun's is inside your mouth, keeping you quiet, and Jungwoo's is wrapped among your ankles. They all have their eyes fixed on you.

You're kneeling completely naked except for the rope, that's tied in an intricate pattern drawn over your skin. There is one clothespin pinching each one of your nipples. Johhny is holding a whip, Jaehyun a paddle, and Jungwoo a riding crop. They circle around you like predators as you stand there, trembling with anticipation.

Johnny steps towards you, his eyes locked on you. "We've been waiting for you," he says in a deep voice, you gulp in response. Jaehyun and Jungwoo approach you from each side, whipping their toys in the air. "Are you ready to submit to us?" Jaehyun asks, getting his tie out of your mouth, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Y-yes" You mumble

Jungwoo smirks. "Yes what?" His eyes fixed on you. "Y-yes Master" You say, remembering how each one had a nickname they wanted you to say. Jungwoo cracks his crop against your palm, that was being held over your head with the rope, it causes a loud echo filling the room. "Good," he says with a smirk. "Johnny, why don't you start us off?" Johnny nods in agreement and steps towards you. He runs his hand down your bare arm, sending shivers down your spine. "Do you like pain?" he whispers into your ear.

"I'm not sure... Sir" The hesitation in your voice makes the boy grunt. "What if I do" He says, approaching your body, he kneels down to reach to your breasts and moves the clothespins slightly with his fingers "This". You can't control a soft high-pitched moan to escape your lips. "That means you like it" He comments standing back up. His hands hold the whip, ready to attack your body, he teases you moving so that you think he'll hit you but then stopping just when you flinch.

When you're completely off-guard the whip hits the left side of your torso, extending up to your breasts. You scream loudly, but he doesn't allow you to process it before he whips you again, and again and again. Your skin turns red and sore after every whip, but you enjoy every bit of it, there's a wetness forming on your pussy, dripping onto the floor.

"Stop" Jungwoo says and Johnny protests with a grunt. "We're gonna play a game" The boy explains further. Jaehyun walks towards you, blindfold in hand. "You're gonna have to guess who's pleasuring you. You know how to properly call us right?" His eyes are fixed on yours. "Yes Master" you reply. "He's Sir" You say pointing at Johnny. "And he's daddy" This time you point at Jaehyun. "Good girl. Now blindfold her" When he says this, Jaehyun ties the blindfold on the back of your head, his actions are considerate and slow. You note it on your mind hoping that'd help you in the game.

"So here's how this goes. One of us will do something to you and for it to stop you have to say Thank you and the nick of whoever it is. If you want it to continue beg for it in the same way. Undestood?" You pay close attention to the explanation, now that you can't see you're far more focused on the sounds. "Yes Master" You reply with a nod.

There's silence for a moment, until you moan at the sudden caress over your right nipple. After the initial shock you try to think, your first instinct is to identify how the finger might look by the contact it has over your skin. It moves over your nipple, reaching the tough material of the clothespin. There's nothing significant that can help you here. It moves down your sensitive skin, your whole body shakes. There's no way for you to guess it this way. Even when you focus, you find it easier to guess how the fingerprint looks like rather than to actually link it to one of the boys.

Maybe by the way he acts you can guess it. It's not like Johnny to be so patient and you think Jungwoo would have chosen a different action. Jaehyun, it must be him. But now for the important matter, do you want it to stop or to continue? It certainly feels good to feel something after long minutes of painful restriction of the pins. "Please continue... Daddy" You finally make up your mind.

The boy doesn't stop, but after a few seconds the paddle hits your exposed butt. Shit you think. Since the paddle hit you, Jaehyun must be the one holding it. The fingers have gotten faster now, and the skin is begining to feel overworked. "Thank you Master" You finally say, after debating your options for a while.

He stops. "What took you so long?" He whispers into your ear. "Have you forgotten who your owner is?" Your body shakes in response of his words. "No master" You reply right away, his hands carressing your body softly. "Very well" He says before standing up. This leaves a certain emptiness inside of you, you're already missing his presence around you. But this is a game, it is what it is.

You hear something buzz close to your figure, before you can properly identify where it's coming from you feel the vibrations on your right thigh, slowly approaching your wetness. Your walls tighten in anticipation, but before it gets to your clit, the vibrator moves to your left thight. "More please" You moan, desperate for pleasure.

The riding crop Jungwoo was holding hits the bottom of your back, stealing a scream from you. Right the nick, you think to yourself. The vibrator reaches the limits of your folds. "Please daddy" You let out, hoping you're right about this assumption. The vibrator moves towards your clit and its kept there, held by the ropes that were tightened across your hips.

Before a single moan leaves your mouth, soft lips collapse into yours. His big hand holds your head in place while the kiss gets more and more intense. You know you're close when your hips move with uncontrollable spasms. You break the kiss only to ask for permission. "Can I cum Master?" You ask, used to your sessions with Jungwoo, but he chuckles. "It's not me you have to ask to pet" The loud sound of the whip hitting your back stops you from talking.

"Can I cum daddy?" The boy in front of you chuckles and you quickly realize you were wrong all along. "I'm not daddy darling" You can picture his evil smile by the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry sir. Can I cum sir" He laughs "Oh no, no, no. You may not" His hand reaches towards the vibrator and turns it off. Your body complaints at his malicious actions, though your mouth is unable to. "Open your mouth" He orders and you oblige. A hot drop of spit enters slowly. "Now you'll know how I taste right?" He grunts and you simply nod.

His lips trap you into a far more heated kiss, needy even. You blame yourself for not realising the passion of his kiss before. "Sir" You whisper against his lips. At this point you feel like you're more needy than he is. "I need it" You beg. He smiles and gets you right arm free from the ropes and tie, placing it on his length. "Earn it bitch" He says and your hand start moving, up and down, masturbating his hardness. His dick throbs against your soft hand.

You motions pick up a faster pace, triggering a deeper need in him. "Enough" He says, grabbing your wrist firmly. You stop inmediately while he turns the vibrator back on. His hand moves your arm away from his length. "Let me touch you" You plea with a needy voice. He drops your hand onto his shoulder. His lips go back to yours, though they descend along your neck shortly after.

"May I cum please Sir?" You beg in between moans. "Do you want to cum for me?" He asks, removing one of the clothespin with his mouth. "Yes sir, please" You moan out. He releases your other nipple, making you feel even more pleasure. His lips kiss yours passionately and his hand reaches the vibrator, turning it off and removing it this time.

"Oh I forgot this rule" Jungwoo says from behind you. "There's a five minute limit for each one of us" You whine in protest, he chuckles in response. What you assume to be Jaehyun's hand wraps itself with your hair. The strong hand pushes you closer to his dick. Your lips part, letting it enter your mouth.

You remain completely still, letting him take control of your actions. His hand pushes you closer slowly until his tip reaches the back of your throat, since you're used to this, you manage not to gag. But it changes when he thrusts in you faster and harder making you a gagging mess. He pulls out to let you breathe for a brief moment.

His hold on your hair makes it difficult for the blindfold to stay in, so he just rips it off your face. You instantly look up to confirm that it was indeed Jaehyun who'd been fucking your mouth. The sight of his dick right in front of your face is mesmerazing. A smirk draws on his face when he sees the fiixation of your eyes on his hardness. He grabs you by the hair and pulls softly, you crawl following his steps. They guide you towards a sofa where he sits, opening his legs to expose his dick to you.

"Suck" He orders. You nod and move slightly closer to reach better. "Na-ah" He stops you pushing your forehead with his palm. "What do you say?" You gulp and look directly into his eyes. "Yes Daddy" You reply and his hand leaves your forehead. You start by licking it from the bottom to the tip. It makes his dick twitch with pleasure.

You open your mouth widely and get it inside your mouth. Now that he's fully hard though, it doesn't fit as well as before. "All the way in" He comments, and you try, but you can't quite make it. His legs wrap around your neck, anckles pushing you closer to him. You feel his tip entering your throat, a gag. Then it slides in it a bit more. "I said all the way" He says before it reaches the back of your throat and your lips are on the limit of his balls.

His legs go down and you instantly pull out, in search of air. "Good girl" He praises lifting your chin so that you look at him. "Can you do it looking at daddy now?" You feel your cheeks burn with a mixture of passion and embarrassment. "Yes daddy" You manage to let out in between heavy breaths. His leg trap your head again, now your eyes are locked in his.

"Open" He orders and you part your lips. "Wider" You open your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out. "Good girl" He praises before pushing you closer. This time it's quicker and smoother, although when he reaches the back of your throat you gag. It's intense though, to look into his eyes, to see the pleasure you're causing him, the need he's built for you. You stay like that for a while, drooling onto your own thighs.

He pulls out of you again. His fingers collect your spit from his length and feeds it to you, then does the same with what's fallen onto your thighs. He lifts your body and place you laying down on the sofa, head sticking out. He inserts his balls inside your mouth, they're soft and warm. Then he slides his dick inside your throat, this time with his hand on your neck.

Through the pressure he's making on your throat, you can actually feel the bulge forming on it, pressing against his palm. He thrusts in and out of you. Harder. Desperate. "Time's up" Jungwoo's voice forces him to pull out and step away.

"Let's play a different game now" He says. Johnny puts the blidfold back over your eyes and walks you to the same spot you were in. The vibrator returns, when he places it over your throbbing clit you feel you could just cum right there. "You'll be hit by different things, if you guess correctly who did it you get to stay the same way. If you don't we make the toy go faster. You're not allowed to cum during this game. Understood?" You take a deep breath, knowing this will be a hard one. "Yes master" You reply.

You first feel the whip on your thigh. You clearly remember Johnny holding it before so you don't doubt to say "Sir" The vibrator starts moving under your clit with a slow pace. Fuck you think. A paddle coes next, this time you decide to focus on the roughness of the hit. When the wood material touches the sensitive skin of your butt a loud scream leaves your mouth. It hurted. It hurted quite a lot. "Sir" This time it should be right.

And it is, because it stays the same. A palm hits your face. It feels rough, but his hand was soft and moist, it was definetely Jaehyun. "Daddy" The vibrator stays the same way. It goes on for some more rounds. Since it's hard to guess the toy is now almost to its full potential. You've given up at this point. "Please. I'm gonna cum" You cry out. "You can't" Jungwoo's voice breaks you. The deep breaths had stopped working long ago.

Luckily enough a hand reaches, taking the vibrator away from your skin. "You've done great so far pet" Jungwoo's praise makes you sob "This last test will be easy. We'll cum in your mouth and you'll try to guess who's it is. No consequences. After you take all of our loads, you will cum" You whine in desperation but nod at the instructions.

They order you to keep your mouth open, to wait for their loads. The first one is big, fills your whole mouth, hot and liquidy, the taste is bitter. "Daddy" You guess since his precum was slightly similar. "Good girl" He says with a proud smile. The next one is thicker there's less of it and it is rather sweet. You know cum can change over time but this is nothing like Jungwoo's loads. "Sir" Johnny congratulates your guess by spitting in your mouth. Now you're completely sure it was him.

Lastly Jungwoo's hot and citric cum fills your mouth. You swallow them all at once and with a smile say "Master" He pats your head and helps you lay down. He places your head on his crossed legs and removes the blindfold, just in time to allow you to see how the two boys get closer to your pussy. They stick their tongues out and start licking over your folds.

You were already dripping wet, but their saliva makes it all sloppier. The view of their tongues collapsing with each other, while they fight over who gets to lick over your clit makes you blush intensely. Jungwoo's fingers pinch your nipples, keeping them erect. The orgasm starts building up inside of you, body spasming with pleasure.

"Can I cum?" You moan. They all say "Yes" at the same time, followed by encouragements such as "Come for me baby" or "Let me taste your cum" You end up squirting. Jaehyun traps the blast in between his lips, sucking in your juices. Johnny takes his turn right after. And you're left trembling, eyes rolling back into your head and body completely messy with different tastes and fluids.

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starrynctzen · 6 months

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[9:28 pm]

johnny has no idea what the future holds for the both of you

but right now

in this moment

with you in his arms

placing kisses on your forehead

he doesn't care what the future holds

good or bad

he doesn't care what happens

as long as he's with you

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1-800-ye0sangspr1ncess · 6 months

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an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are. part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here

you'd just about had it with johnny...

you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.

the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.

there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.

But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...

it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...

it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.

if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?

maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.

for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.

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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...

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lustbile · 2 years

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Warm Summer Nights

Skateboarder!JohnnyxRollerskater!Reader

Word Count: 7.1k

Warnings/Summary: Johnny is the figure head of the local skatepark, and reader is just the bane of his existence.

Johnny is mean, like seriously. Serious dub con, public, sado/masochism, mentions of blood, knife play, & degradation. This is a very self indulgent fic that I’ve been working on for forever, and I hope you enjoy. Happy summer everyone!

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If annoying Johnny Suh was wrong, it wouldn’t be so fucking fun.

Your first impression of Johnny was fear. As embarrassing as that is to admit, it’s the complete and honest truth.

He was some sort of higher figure at the skatepark, being one of the oldest guys that frequented the place as well as his height and obvious strength, people had a tendency to gawk after him.

Especially the younger kids.

They saw him as this godly man; staring when he’d be standing talking to his friends or when he’d skate by, whisper about him when he first showed up for the day, and even get shaken when he’d nod at them or make a passing suggestion on a trick they were trying to learn. He was this untouchable being, the cool older boy who was way too scary to approach, and unfortunately, you thought some of the same things when you first encountered him.

Until you realized that he was just some dude.

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Yes he was handsome, that was undeniable and also a huge factor into the nervousness he instilled in others, but still, just a dude. And when you came to that realization, you staked your own claim on the hierarchy of the skatepark as the person who had the audacity to poke the sleeping bear that was Johnny Suh’s dwindling patience.

You blame the beginning of your small feud with the man entirely on him. You could tell the moment you and your friends started showing your faces at the park, that he had a problem with you. He denied it once when you built up the nerve to call him out on it, but you could tell from the confused furrow to his brow that he was at least a little thrown by you all in your candy colored roller skates.

He swore up and down that he wasn’t a skate elitist, that anyone and everyone that could get on a board, or slip on a pair of skates in this situation, was more than welcome to skate anywhere. But you could feel his eyes burning into you and see the tension in his shoulders every time you’d skate by him or when you’d squeal in happiness a bit louder than you had intended when you would land a new trick.

In the beginning, your friends tried to convince you the reactions were because maybe you had found a way to become his skatepark crush, but the way he’d flinch when you’d lock your eyes on his or the scrunched expression he’d adopt when you would try to spark up a conversation with any of his friends was enough to tell you that he’d be happy if you never passed through the rusted metal gates of the park ever again.

But it wasn’t until the day he snapped at you for accidentally tripping in front of him and ruining the stupid little trick he was about to do by making him catch you, did you decide that, if he was going to get annoyed by you anyways, you might as well give him something to be annoyed about.

You also kind of loved the darker timber his voice took on when he made a comment about you watching where you were going, the feeling of his rough hands wrapping around your arms, and the deep scowl on his pretty features, but you would rather eat the gum off the bottom of the bench him and his friends would crowd around than admit any of that out loud.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t going to provoke him.

It was late, nearing ten o’clock on a warm Tuesday night, and considering it was the night before the local schools were scheduled to get back in session, the only people who frequented the park were long since graduated or old enough to drive and determined to get one last skate in come hell or high water.

The group of rambunctious and rough guys that sat perched on the old bench like permanent fixtures could be heard far down the street, and you would know, because you could almost hear the laughs of Johnny Suh and Mark Lee crystal clear as you approached with your own personal entourage.

It took them a moment to become aware of your presence, whatever story Taeyong was animatedly telling taking such a large part of their attention that somehow they weren’t even phased by the bubblegum pop that poured from the speaker your friend had so ingeniously strapped to her hip.

It was Mark that noticed your group first though.

His face was cutely scrunched up with a laugh bigger than himself, his shamelessly opened mouth and semi violent hands being an endearing look that got you and your friends cooing whenever his name was mentioned, but also conjured confused queries of how the boy had yet to swallow a bug in the process.

But it was when his eyes opened insanely wide and his shoulders tensed from his outpouring energy at the sudden interjection that entered his mind, did his eyes catch onto yours and the friendly wave you offered him was returned with burning ears and a smack to Johnny’s bicep.

You turned fast when you saw him clueing the taller boy in, your spine shooting straight as you started to move closer to your friends. Because some weird creature that lived in the recesses of your mind told you that having Johnny catch you giving such a warm greeting to his friend would be a win for him somehow, and the wave was only for Mark, not for him.

But once Johnny was aware, all of them were. And after they were aware, came the yelling.

You were pretty well versed in the faces and names of the group of nine. All varying heights and personalities and an unfortunate amount of hilarious banter, and they were just as versed on the basic information on you and your group of terror.

But most importantly, both groups were very aware of the tension between you and the man who towered over them all.

It was never something that was deeply discussed. You never sat down to dinner with these guys and laid out a blueprint and pitched your reasoning behind the torment you liked to cause their friend, but their grins and comments and just general auras let you know perfectly well that they found it just as funny and a little bit stupid and ridiculous as your friends did.

You come to a slow stop when you hear your name specifically mixed in the boyish yelling, your friends shrugging and skating away from you as one of them offers a wink over her shoulder. You turn to see their arms wildly flailing to get your attention, and with a long huff, you start to move closer to the bench they surround.

“What is a pretty thing like you doing here on a night like this?” Yuta asks teasingly as you grab onto the back of the bench to hold yourself steady, the twisted look on Johnny’s face from his friend’s flirty tone making you roll your eyes dramatically enough that you don’t see the way Mark slaps the older man’s arm with the back of his hand.

“It’s a Tuesday…” you remind, turning to Yuta and offering him a soft smile and squinted eyes as Taeyong snorts in laughter next to him.

“Oh fuck, is it?�� He asks in genuine shock, looking around to the faces of his friends for confirmation, “I seriously thought it was a Friday.”

“You’re lucky you're cute, Yuta,” you sigh with sincerity, patting his shoulder as he brightens.

“Cute enough to get you to come home with me?” He drops his voice to be playfully sleazy, his eyebrows wiggling to show that he’s just teasing you like always.

“Hmm I don’t know…” you play along, leaning down slightly as you pretend to be deep in thought, “what can you offer when we get there?”

“Oh you have no idea,” he teases slowly, shaking his head as he flutters his eyes at you, and the way he moves his face closer to yours makes you sink your teeth into your bottom lip with a grin.

The quiet chuckles that bubble from the chests of his friends are cut off far too loudly with a scoff from the exact man you wished to ignore, and with a deep furrow in your brow, you glare up at Johnny to see his arms folded tightly in front of his chest.

“Do you have a problem?” You ask harsher than you meant to, but the irritation you feel for him bubbles up too quickly for you to stop it.

“Yeah,” he confirms as his eyes shift to the side to avoid your glance, “you’re my problem, always.”

“Sounds like Johnny’s jealous,” Taeyong pipes up with a teasing tone, leaning forward to tug at the hem of his shirt.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?” he defends quickly, throwing his shoulders back and cracking his neck to seem unfazed, “I don’t care whatever freak shit you two get up too, I just don’t need to see it.”

“Aw come on Johnny,” Yuta coos, lifting his hands up to push against the sides of your face, forcing your mouth into a pout that doesn’t match the confused upper half of your face, “you’re telling me you don’t love seeing this cute little face.”

“That’s not his problem, Yuta,” you say condescendingly as you pull your head away from his clammy palms, “he’s just mad that I wouldn’t touch him even with a ten foot pole.”

“Oh is that what you think?” Johnny finally turns to lock his eyes onto yours, his irritation with your presence radiating off of his form and making his friends groan in annoyed anticipation for what you’ve started, “as if I could ever be jealous of him getting attention from a brat like you.”

“Oh you big, grumpy baby,” you tease, ignoring the hiss of air Taeyong pulls in through his teeth, “have you ever had fun in your entire life?”

“I don’t know, I was having a pretty great time until you showed up,” he shrugs, a frown scrunching his features.

“Well, your friends are the ones who called me over,” you defend, motioning towards the boys who are now forced to witness your bickering, “do you want to take that up with them?”

“No, I’d rather you just go away,” he says with another scoff.

“That sucks for you then, because I’m having a great time right here,” you grin up at him, smacking your hand against the back of the bench to punctuate your words, “so if you want me to leave so bad, you can make me.”

“Do you really want that?” He asks, his eyes squinting suspiciously when you confidently nod, “do you know what you’re asking for?”

“I’m not asking for anything, Johnny,” you say with a clipped tone, “I’m telling you.”

“Alright,” he nods, his irritation finally pushing him forward after having to deal with you for so long, his approaching figure making you stand up straight in shock as Mark tries, and fails, to grab him to pull him back.

“Hey-“ you start to argue, not expecting him to actually take your bait. Your words get cut off when his hand wraps tightly around your bicep, and before you can shake him off of you, he starts to drag you away. He uses the skates you wear as an advantage, your feet fumbling clumsily beneath you, before you just reach your free hand to grab the sleeve of his shirt and let him roll you away as a pout lands on your face.

You huff as he pulls you towards the back of the towering abandoned building that looms over the skate park, one of his friends yelling at your retreating bodies, “just fuck already.” The words make a flush of heat spread across your chest, and you grumble as the voice sounds far too similar to Yuta’s.

You groan when he pushes you against the wall, the brick digging into your palms as you steady yourself against it. You glare up at him as he moves to cross his hands again, but your expression slips into one of confusion when he doesn’t turn to walk away.

“What?” You ask harshly, standing straight when you’ve found your bearings, “you got me away from your little friends, so go away. You made your point, I won’t come over there again.”

“As long as you’re in this park, you get on my nerves,” he huffs, turning his head to the side as he kicks at the gravel below his feet, “doesn’t matter if you're on the other side or right next to me.”

“It’s a public park, Johnny,” you scoff, chewing on your lip when you notice he steps closer to loom over you but won’t even give you the decency to look you in the eye, instead he just leans quickly to glance around the wall to where his friends sit, “I can be here whenever I want,” you argue, trying to get his attention back on you, “I don’t give a fuck if you have some weird macho hatred for people who roller skate.”

“I told you the first time you started with that shit, I don’t care if you’re using skates instead of a board,” he groans, his eyes rolling as he finally turns to glare down at you, “I don’t hate you because of those stupid things you wear on your feet, I hate you purely for your personality.”

“Okay, then go away,” you argue, chancing a poke at his chest just to watch him flinch, “and tell your friends to stop calling me over since you have such a big fucking problem with me.”

“Do not act like you don’t go out of your way to annoy me,” he commands, his voice lowering in a way that makes you tense, “and good luck getting those idiots to make this easy on me.”

He mutters the last part under his breath, his shoulders curving forward as he clears his throat. You just look at him confused, the words coming out clearer than he probably intended and making you wonder even more why he seemingly refuses to step away.

“Maybe I wouldn’t go out of my way to annoy you, if you didn’t react the way you do,” you defend hollowly with a shrug, you know it’s not a good defense, but it’s all you have as he stares at you like that.

“So you admit it? That you do it just to get a rise out of me?” He asks with a sneer, pressing closer to your face and making your neck curve and your head bump against the wall to make more space between you.

“Obviously,” you scoff, your voice getting shakier as you speak, “I’m not doing it for my health.”

“So you like having my attention?” He still looks at you meanly as he speaks, but his tone drops into something more accusatory and suggestive, the change making you shrink slightly as he looks at you like he can read your thoughts.

“Wanting to get a rise out of you and wanting your attention are two different things,” you argue, chewing your lip as you cling to the wall, your skates almost slipping out from beneath you as you shift anxiously.

“Are they?” He smiles eerily, squinting his eyes at you as if he’s caught you in a lie, “or are you just afraid to admit you like when I’m mean to you?” His voice becomes quieter as he speaks, his tone almost disgusted as his breath hits your face from how close he’s gotten, “is that what you’re into?”

“Don’t stand there and act like you don’t get pissed off when I flirt with one of your friends,” you finally snap back, your chest puffing out when you notice him slightly falter, “what’s that all about, Johnny? Huh?” You go on, poking him sharply in the chest over and over, “I thought you just hated when I was near you, but now that you want to bring up wanting someone’s attention, I’m starting to think that you’re just being pouty because I’ve never wanted to flirt with you!”

“You need to shut the fuck up,” he warns, gritting his teeth as his hand flies up to grab your wrist, “now.”

You glare at one another in silence for a moment, the way his hard twists harshly around your wrist making it ache, but you try to will the pain you feel to not show on your face. It’s easier when the fact that it’s the first time he’s physically touched you since the day he stopped you from falling hits you, and you shamefully realize that you had wanted to feel the rough calluses on his palms again.

“Or what?” You finally spit as your nose scrunches up, your fingers twitching as he slows the blood flow to your hand, “are you gonna hurt me, Johnny?”

“Maybe,” he answers so honestly it makes your stomach drop. Johnny had a tendency to be mean, but you never saw him as a violent person, and the fact that you know he could easily overpower you makes your heart jump to your throat, “you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I-,” you try to respond, your words getting lodged in your throat as a soft grin pulls at his face from how nervous you look, “what’s wrong with you?”

His head jerks back slightly at how genuinely you ask the question, but his smile never falls. Instead he just stares at you like a hungry shark, his tongue darting out to swipe along his bottom lip as his eyes dart around your face as he thinks.

“There’s a lot of things,” he says almost proudly, nodding at you as he clicks his tongue, “I could give you a list,” he continues, using his grip to lift your arm up slightly, “but…”

You let out a small cry of confused pain as he jerks your arm back and twists it behind you. He uses your shocked state to turn you quickly, forcing you to turn until your face and chest push into the brick wall, your arm now laying against the curve of your back as he leans his weight against you.

“I’d say the biggest thing wrong with me,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, enjoying the way your face twists at the feeling of the brick scraping against the sensitive skin of your face, “is how much I let you fuck with my head.”

“John-“

“Ah, nope,” he interrupts you, sighing out in frustration as his free hand smacks against the wall by your face, “I told you to shut the fuck up didn’t I?”

You whimper softly when he releases your arm, your shoulder aching as you slowly bring your hand up to press against the wall. You don’t make any other moves then that though, the way he leans his entire body over your entire body freezing you in place.

“Now,” he speaks slowly, his hand that was holding your arm now moving to wrap around your waist as he pulls you back against him, his hold being the only thing stopping your skates from flying out from underneath you, “you’re going to shut up,” he instructs, the anticipation of what he could possibly want from you making you shake as you turn you face away from how his lips press into your ear, “and you’re going to be good, and make up for all the hell you like to put me through, alright?”

You let out a soft grumble, not wanting to speak in fear of what he’ll do but also from the way your hand slips and gets cut slightly against the brick. You pull your hands away from the wall to hesitantly hold onto his tense forearm, and as you glance down at the way you now hold onto one another, you see the way your palms leave small streaks of blood on his skin.

“I told you to shut up, not ignore me,” he scoffs, moving his hand away from the wall in front of you to grab onto your jaw and force you to nod as he pushes in your cheeks, “yes, Johnny,” he says, slipping into a patronizing tone as he turns your face towards him, “of course, Johnny. I’ll be on my best behavior.”

He smiles almost sweetly as you start to nod on your own, your lips wobbling as you stare at him with wide eyes. So many parts of your body ache now, and it feels like your heart is racing a mile a minute, but you can’t ignore the way your stomach twists at the way he speaks to you. His hands grip onto you in a way that’s so familiar to the day he caught you, but the intentionally added roughness to them makes you shrink as you realize you enjoy it.

“Good,” he praises, his hand tapping against your cheek as he leans in to brush his nose against yours.

When his mouth pushes against yours, it almost doesn’t feel real. The chapped skin of his lips brushing against yours as he leans in and sinks his teeth into your bottom lip to keep you in place. You moan out in pain as bites you harshly, and when he takes advantage of your opening jaw to lick at the back of your teeth, you feel yourself sinking into the painful kiss.

You barely notice the way his hand falls away from your face as you messily kiss him back, his fingers trailing down your neck and past your chest until they slip under the hem of your shirt. He uses both hands to slowly lift the fabric up, taking your bra along with it until your chest is exposed and your top bunches under your armpits. If it wasn’t for the warm summer air licking at your skin, you would have been too lost in the taste of his tongue to notice the lack of coverage you have on your body, but the way his hands cup against your chest as he pinches both your nipples between his fingers was enough to clear some of the fog in your head.

You gasp quietly at the way he tugs at your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingertips until they stand at attention and start to ache from hard he squeezes. Your face scrunches at the pain that shoots across your skin, your chest heaving from your panting breaths as he refuses to let you pull away from his lips. Part of you wants to reach up and take his hands away from your body, but as the pain trickles into something else, a warm heat washes over your body and centers in your lower belly. So you just keep your hands locked around his forearms, squeezing his tense arms as you let him play with your body however he wishes.

You let out a soft sigh of relief when one of his hands moves to smooth down your stomach, the other still abusing your chest but giving you at least partial relief. His blunt nails scrape roughly against your skin, leaving burning marks from your rib cage and all the way down until he hits the waistband of your skirt. And when you feel his fingers start to wiggle under the fabric, you start to squirm again.

You want to say something, but your brain struggles to form any thoughts as he continues to kiss you sloppily. The voice in the back of your head continues to remind you of his command to keep quiet, and with that and the way your combined saliva starts to drip down your chin, you’re lost even if you had come up with something to say to the man groping your weakening body.

You still mutter aimless sounds when he pushes his hand into your underwear, his wandering fingers sinking inside the fabric until he can pinch at your clit with the exact roughness he uses on your chest. Your thighs twist together, trembling as he plays with your cunt, but he pushes against them as his middle and ring fingers slip down until they prod at your clenching entrance.

“There it is,” he puffs in amusement against your mouth, his eyebrows raising when your eyes flutter open to look at him, the pathetic puppy eyes you offer him making him smile in disbelief as he shakes his head, “I knew you’d be wet, you fucking whore.”

Broken noises crack from the back of your throat as you try to find words to defend yourself, but as his fingers dip shallowly inside you, you can hear the slick sounds of the arousal that spills out of you.

“Who fucking knew?” He asks, pecking you softly beneath one of your fluttering eyes, “I could have gotten you to shut that loud mouth of yours this whole time? Just needed to put my fingers in the right places, huh?”

Your lips pull into a pout as the heel of his palm starts to push into your clit, not moving to give you the friction you need, but enough for you to be aware of how he has complete control of your body. You mindlessly try to tilt your hips down to grind against him, or push his fingers deeper inside, but when he jerks you up by his hold on your chest, you lean back against him with a small apologetic noise.

“Now usually,” he starts, still using a tone that makes you feel like a puppy being scolded, “I’d warm you up, stretch you out a little before I stuff you full,” he gnaws on his lip at the suggestion of fucking you, the way thoughts flow through his mind showing clearly on his pretty face, “but I don’t think you’ve earned that, little one.”

You let out a sound of confusion as he pulls his hand out of your underwear, trailing the arousal that stuck to his fingers across your belly before he smooths his palm up your side. The hand that remained pressed into your chest now moves to curve under your armpit, holding you up carelessly as he brings his other palm to press sternly at the back of your neck.

You let out a groan when shoves you back into the wall, the hold he has on your neck making the brick press not only into your face, but now your bare chest scrapes against it as well. Your nipples still sting from the treatment they were dealt from his fingers, but now the pain is only amplified by the jagged texture of the old worn brick.

You’re forced to grasp at the wall with your already wounded hands as he moves his hands to smooth down your back, small chips of brick getting embedded into the cuts on your palms as he digs his fingers into your tense muscles. He lets out lewd groans of approval as he stares at your curving spine, and when he starts to mess with the waistband of your skirt again, you hiccup in anticipation.

“Do you think your friends know what you’re doing right now?” He asks rhetorically as he tugs at the fabric that rests on your shaking thighs, “or are they just skating around, totally oblivious to the fact that their little ring leader is letting the guy you hate do whatever he wants to you?”

You sigh at the thought of your friends, knowing they were just around the corner from the distant sound of the music that spills from one of their speakers. When Johnny first dragged you away, you knew there was no way they didn’t see it, and you were hoping at least one of them would come to at least mediate the inevitable argument. But now, as he starts to pull your skirt up, you pray they don’t come looking for you anytime soon.

You feel your skirt drape over your back, your underwear now visible to Johnny’s greedy eyes and hands. He takes a moment to stare at the way the thin fabric wraps around your hips, before he starts to slowly drag them down your thighs. He lets them fall unceremoniously around your ankles, tangling around your skates and making standing straight even more difficult for you. You try to widen your stance slightly, hoping it’s enough to stop them from touching the ground below you, but when you hear a quiet ripping as they get trapped around your wheels, all you can do is pout.

“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” He sighs, keeping on hand on your hip as he uses the other to mess with the button of his jeans, “watching you skate around in your cute little outfits, coming over to flirt with my friends like a shameless little slut,” he spits the word harshly, the sound of his zipper falling adding to the shiver that licks up your spine, “and every time, I just couldn’t help but want to bend you over and fuck you in front of them. Make you cry and let everyone know that you are nothing but a shit talker.”

You lean into the hold he has on your hip when you feel the first brush of his length against you, his tip prodding against your clit as he shifts his hips closer to your body. He pushes himself into your skin, slipping against your wetness and making you whimper at the small bites of stimulation.

“You want me to fuck you so bad,” he claims boldly as he pushes his entire length to drag against you, teasing you as he coats himself with your arousal, “I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me,” he taunts, “your just too much of a prideful brat to admit it out loud, so instead you were just pushing my buttons until I broke. Isn’t that right?”

You try to mumble in disagreement, your skin flushing in embarrassment from his accusations and from how big he feels just from grinding against you, but your confidence gets lost in the panting breaths that come rattle out of your lungs.

“No?” He asks, seeing the way you try to shake your head without scraping your cheek up even more, “well, from the way you’re dripping down your thighs and all over my dick, I’m going to have to assume that’s just another lie you like to tell yourself.”

His nails digs into the skin of your hip as he finally starts to push into you, his earlier threat of not wanting to stretch you open not making you nervous until now. He’s only sunk in a couple of inches, but the sting of his size opening you up is enough to make you feel like you’re about to be split in half.

Your eyes roll painfully as he thrusts shallowly into you, your nails clawing at the brick as you go breathless. With every thrust, he pushes deeper, filling you more and more with him as all you can do is stand there and wonder how much you have left to go.

“Admit it,” he demands, his own voice straining a bit, but not enough to take away the dominance in his tone, “admit that every time you came crawling over to annoy the fuck out of me, you were just dreaming the day I’d finally put you in your place.”

“No I- fuck,” you swear, interupting your own denial when he cants his hips sharply, “I w-wanted… I just wanted you to stop acting like you owned the place.”

“Is that so?” He hums as both his hands move to wrap around the dip of your waist, “well, looks like I don’t only own the park, but I own you too.”

You cry out as your hands slip away from the wall, his arms tensing as he tugs you back roughly and brings your ass flush against his hips. He fills you entirely now, and as he keeps you pressed and grinding against him, your entire body squirms from his intrusive size.

He doesn’t give you time to adjust or collect your spiraling thoughts before he starts shoving you forward. He stays frozen in his spot, digging his feet into the ground as he uses the hold he has on you to fuck you down onto him like you were just a toy.

“Guess these stupid little skates are good for something,” he scoffs, impressed with the way they aid in him moving you at any pace he wishes, “you look so cute bouncing on my dick.”

Your hands fly out wildly as you try to stop your head from smacking against the wall in front of you, the way he pushes deep inside you with every move making it hard for you to do anything but fall limp in his hands. You try to stand straighter, to shift your legs in a way that will make his size less overwhelming to your aching body, but everything is done in vain as he handles you like you're a doll made for his pleasure.

Your teeth clench harshly, a dull ache shooting through your jaw as tears start to prick at your fluttering eyes. He moves you against him so quickly, jostling you until your head drops between your shoulders, and when he finally starts moving his hips to meet yours again, soft sobs start wracking through your chest.

You feel every curve and ridge of him drag against your burning nerves, a harsh slapping noise blossoming between you as he drills into you until your eyesight goes blurry. One of your hands flies back to grab onto his, and as you feel your legs start to weaken until your knees press together, your nails sink deeply into the skin of his knuckles.

“You pathetic little thing,” he sighs as the hand that you don’t grip slides up between your rib cage, his fingers pausing to painfully grope your chest again, until you feel them slink up your throat, “am I too big for you?”

You murmur incoherent pleads of agreement, hoping he takes pity on you if you’re honest. You’re not sure how much you can handle of him pulling you apart from the inside, but every second he shoves himself back into your clenching entrance makes you feel like you're on the edge of collapsing.

“That’s too bad,” he coos, his fingers wrapping tightly around your neck before he pulls you up until your back presses against his chest, your head immediately turning so you can look into his squinted eyes, “gonna split you open until you can’t even stand on your skates.”

Your tears spill over as he presses his fingers deeper into the sides of your neck, your head going dizzy as he leans to speak darkly into your ear. Your sobs come out broken and scratch up your drying throat, and when he tilts his head to drag his tongue along the tear streak that lays from your jaw to the hollow beneath your eye, your jaw falls open in shock.

He stills in your for a split second, your legs shifting uncomfortably as he stays completely seated inside you, before he steps to push you back into the wall. You're grateful for the hold he has on your neck, the only thing stopping the skin of your face from being abused by the brick, but the way your chest heaves makes the jagged texture of the wall bite at your nipples with every breath.

You feel an impending sense of doom linger over your head as his hand falls away from your side, the fact that it doesn’t shift to another part of your body making your eyes dart around his flat expression in confusion. You hear a shifting sound of fabric, and a small clicking noise, but you can’t form the thoughts to question what he’s doing as he starts rolling his hips into yours again.

The small whimpers and broken moans that fall from your swollen lips are muffled quickly by his hand moving up from your neck. He claps his fingers tightly against the lower half of your face, his palm pressing your lips shut again as he digs into the stinging raw flesh of your cheek. You feel your eyebrow furrow tightly in confusion, your eyes blinking rapidly as you silently ask him what he’s doing, but all he does is smile brightly.

He doesn’t falter the movements of his hips as he brings the glittering object in his hand into your line of sight, the pleasure that floods your belly being too distracting for you to focus your eyes on the pointed object long enough to register what it is. But when he curves his hand back around you until the sharpened side presses into the fragile skin of your bruising neck, realization washes over your body and your eyes widen in panicked arousal.

“Touch yourself,” he commands as his lips press against the back of the hand covering your mouth, tilting the old pocket knife until it dimples your skin and makes you shiver from the coolness of the metal, “let me feel how tight you can really get when you come around me.”

Your eyes press tightly closed when you feel the pointed end of the knife bite into your neck, your body going taut as your hand shakily slips down the brick wall. The way he continues to moves hips at the perfect angle was amplified at the first touch of the metal against your throat, the fact making your body flush in shame as tears continue to stain your face and puddle against his hand, but when you hesitantly brush your fingers against your neglected clit, you feel your mind blank from any thoughts.

All you can feel is him. The way he stretches and stuffs you full, how his strong hands grip your face until your head is forced to lean against his shoulder, and the way he steadily holds the knife against your skin even though you can hear how affected he is by the way you wrap around him from how he huffs deeply into your ear. The pain in your chest, face, and hands are a second thought as you're consumed by the presence of the man behind you, and as you slip your fingers to toy with yourself, you get a brief feeling of his length as it pushes in and out of you. Your hips start to roll wildly in blooming excitement, your body clenching tightly around him making a soft groan slip past his tongue.

“There you go,” he breaths, his breathless voice showing his own excitement as you start to melt against him again, “you mindless little whore.”

You moan into his palm as your fingers start to circle messily against your clit, your back arching and pushing your chest tighter against the wall as his words stab at your core. You feel your dripping arousal start to sting at the small cuts that litter your fingers, but the sharp pain only makes you press harder into your skin as your body starts begging for release.

You feel the muscles in your stomach start to flex tightly, your shoulders curving back as sounds continue to bounce against his twitching hand. Your breath comes out in uneven puffs as his index finger pushes painfully against your septum, and when he tilts his hips until he digs into a spot inside you that makes stars dance behind your eyelids, you let out a muffled scream into the bubble of atmosphere that absorbs your bodies.

He holds you tighter as you start to come, your free hand abandoning the wall in front of you and staining him with more of your blood as you grasp at the wrist of his hand that pushes your lips roughly into your clattering teeth. You depend on his hold completely as you legs shake and clench violently as pleasure rushes up your spine, and he happily holds your weight as he shoves himself past your tightening entrance.

“You stupid fucking brat,” he swears, his endeared tone not matching the harsh words he spits at you. His hips start to stutter against you, before he stills and starts jostling your body again. The way he handles you and forces you down on him roughly is an overwhelming shock to your already shaken system, and you feel your body go limp as your orgasm continues to rattle under your skin.

He shoves you down one last time with all the strength left in his body, the force of your bodies colliding making him stumble back slightly as he starts to come deep inside you. He groans deeply through gritted teeth as his grip loosens around his pocket knife, your walls fluttering around him as he pulses inside you, and you hear the dull sound of the metal clattering against the concrete as you feel the evidence of his orgasm spill into you in obscene amounts.

He stays pressed against you for a moment, not releasing you from his hold as your heartbeats settle in your chests, and you're grateful that he doesn’t let you collapse at his feet. You cling to him desperately, your thoughts slow and panicked as he breathes deeply in your ear, and when you pull your shaking hand from between your thighs, he reaches to tangle your fingers before he wraps his arm around your waist.

You whimper quietly as he pulls out of you, his hand slipping away from your mouth and letting the sound be heard clearly. He smooths his palm across your face gently, swiping the drying tears and bead of sweat from your skin, before he joins it with his other arm and presses his face into the curve of your neck.

“I-“ he starts, testing his croaking voice and brushing his lips against your tender skin, “you’re coming home with me, okay?” He says, the words not coming out as a question as much as they do a command as his voice drips in jealousy.

“Okay,” you agree softly, nodding as your eyes slowly slide shut as you sink into his oddly comforting hold.

“You’re done playing with those little boys over there,” he says like a warning, his lips brushing against the tender skin of your throat, “you belong to only me now.”

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When The Boys Tease Him About A Hickey ~ NCT 127 Reaction

Taeil:

His head shook as soon as Taeil noticed Dongyoung walking around, unable to control the smile that was on his face as he watched Taeil in the chair.

“I can’t believe you gave our hard-working makeup artists more work to do by getting a hickey,” he scolded, shaking his head back at Taeil.

“Haven’t you got something better to do?” Taeil sighed, having been teased back and forth between all of the members all morning for what he’d done whilst with you.

Dongyoung continued to shake his head, “I’m quit enjoying being here and keeping you company.”

Taeil shot a glare back to him through the mirror, “can you call security to come and get you out of here?” Taeil asked, but still Dongyoung remained exactly where he was.

“Watching this is the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” he replied, knowing how good of a job he was doing of winding Taeil up.”

“When I get out of this makeup chair, you better run,” Taeil told him, “I’ll remind you exactly who the eldest is between the two of you then.”

“You might be there a while; you still look a little red.”

Johnny:

He looked around in confusion as Johnny walked into the studio to notice several of the boys looking across at him with smiles on their faces.

“Looks like we don’t even need to ask how your night was,” Yuta spoke up first, pointing across to the mark that he spotted on Johnny.

“I thought I’d managed to hide it,” Johnny admitted as he sat down, bringing a chorus of laughs from around the room as several of the boys chuckled in disbelief.

Yuta’s head shook back across at him, “what were you thinking? You’ve not hidden that at all.”

Johnny threw his head back in frustration, “I was rushed and could only use what I could find around Y/N’s apartment, I thought I’d at least try and make it less obvious.”

“If anything, you’ve made it worse,” Yuta corrected, “we can see the makeup lines around it where you’ve tried to cover it.”

“Really?” Johnny panicked, starting to wipe over the mark, “I really thought that using a bit of makeup would be good enough to hide it.”

“You could not have been more wrong about that.”

Taeyong:

His head hung low as Taeyong walked in late to the studio, knowing that it would be inevitable for the boys to all laugh as soon as they saw his neck.

“Bring it on,” he frowned as he sat down on one of the benches, keeping his eyes looking low as several comments were made by them all.

“What were you thinking?” Yoonoh laughed, surprisingly the loudest of all the boys, “we know you were happy to be with Y/N, but were you really as happy as this?”

Taeyong glanced across at him, “do you think I meant for this to happen last night with Y/N?”

Yoonoh shrugged back in reply, “you never know,” he sniggered, only to worsen the glare on Taeyong’s face that was fixated on Yoonoh across the room.

“One day when you all get partners you might find yourself in this situation,” Taeyong warned them all, “I’ll make plenty of jokes.”

“We’ll be more careful than you,” Yoonoh assured you, “you’re doing what leaders do, showing us all what not to do in the future Taeyong.”

“That’s it, use me as a lesson to learn for you all.”

Yuta:

A hand against his chest caused Yuta to stop what he was doing, bringing his shirt back up to wonder why Jungwoo had stopped him getting changed.

“Have you looked in the mirror this morning?” Jungwoo enquired, shaking his head as he studied the mark that was on Yuta’s neck clearly.

“No,” Yuta dismissed, feeling a hand rest into his back to guide him across to a mirror, where Jungwoo gladly tapped against the mark that he had caught on his neck.

Yuta’s eyes went wide straight away, “please tell me that that’s a stain that’s on the mirror.”

A laugh came from Jungwoo as Yuta desperately looked across at him, “I hate to say it, but I think that stain is actually the proud work of Y/N from your evening together.”

“What do I do?” Yuta fretted, looking to Jungwoo for help, “please don’t leave me to sort this out before, I’ve never had this before.”

“What can I do?” Jungwoo innocently laughed, “it’s going to take more than just a bit of makeup to be able to cover that thing up for you.”

“I’m really stuck in a big hole now Jungwoo.”

Doyoung:

A shiver ran down Dongyoung’s spine as a hand brushed against his neck, looking across to see Mark walk past and take a seat down beside him.

“Busy night?” Mark teased as soon as he met Dongyoung’s eyes, “you seem to have a little bit of a memory to hold onto from your night together?”

“Please don’t start,” Dongyoung pleaded with him, “do you know how many hickey jokes I’ve had to listen to? Not just from the boys too but loads of staff members as well.”

Mark shrugged back at him, “you know the rules, were you expecting not to get teased today?”

Dongyoung’s head shook in reply, “I didn’t think it would be this bad, everywhere I go I know that people are looking at me, I mean it’s not as if the mark is that bad, right?”

“Well,” Mark began, trailing off momentarily as he thought about his words, “it’s not exactly the best thing in the world.”

“That’s not helping,” Dongyoung yelled, jabbing against Mark’s arm, “out of everyone I thought you’d be the one to reassure me about this.”

“I really want to help you, but this is just too funny.”

Jaehyun:

The loud giggle that came from Donghyuck as Yoonoh walked past him immediately stopped him in his tracks, looking to Donghyuck with intrigue.

“What happened to you last night?” Donghyuck asked him, pointing to the mark that he had spotted on Yoonoh’s neck, “did you enjoy yourself?”

“What are you on about?” Yoonoh asked, as Donghyuck spun him around to be able to show him his reflection in the mirror, and the thing that had caught his attention.

Another laugh came from Donghyuck as the expression on Yoonoh’s face dropped, “now you see?”

Yoonoh was frozen as he stared, making sure that what he saw was real. “What am I going to do? We’ve got a shoot today, how are they going to be able to cover this up?”

“It’s not my problem,” Donghyuck joked, holding his hands up innocently, “looks like you’ve got yourself in a bit of a pickle.”

“They’re going to kill me,” Yoonoh fretted, finally moving again, “I was already late to make up once this week, and now this, it never ends.”

“You’re in for a scolding, and I for one, can’t wait to see it.”

Jungwoo:

His brows knitted together as soon as Taeyong pulled down his shirt, spotting the mark that he had failed to see whilst getting ready for work.

“How did you not see that the moment you looked in the mirror this morning?” Taeyong scoffed, struggling to believe what he was seeing.

“I was in a rush,” Jungwoo fretted in reply to him, “I overslept and rushed to get dressed, I don’t even remember looking in the mirror before I left the apartment.”

A roll of the eyes came from Taeyong, “I can definitely see where you were a little occupied.”

Jungwoo’s shoulders dropped as the reality of what had happened sunk in, “how am I going to get through the day without anyone seeing that? It’s so obvious Taeyong.”

“You could wear a jumper?” He jokingly suggested, sniggering when a worried sigh came from Jungwoo in response.

“It’s the middle of summer,” Jungwoo reminded him, “unless I paint the rest of my body purple and red, I’m fighting a losing battle here.”

“I hate to say it, but I think you might be right.”

Mark:

The look on Taeil’s face immediately had Mark worried as he sat down, feeling a scolding coming, he had a feeling that he knew what was up.

“Suddenly the reason why I was kept up for so long makes sense,” Taeil spoke, pulling Mark’s collar down to see the mark on his neck.

“We weren’t that loud,” Mark tried to defend, but Taeil’s head shook straight away, having spent most of the night trying to block out the sound from Mark’s room.

Taeil shot a glare at him, “I knew you were up to something, I just hoped that it wasn’t what it was.”

Mark didn’t know what to do as he sunk down in his seat, “I’m sorry,” he weakly smiled, “we really didn’t intend to get as loud as we did, we just ran away with ourselves.”

“It seems that way,” Taeil groaned, pulling Mark’s collar back up again, “I shouldn’t the one that you’re worried about being with.”

“I know, I’m just going to try and hide it from management for as long as I can,” Mark informed him, “do you think I’ll get through today with it?”

“No way, have you seen the colour of that thing?”

Haechan:

He stumbled back as Johnny grabbed onto Donghyuck’s shoulders with a proud smile on his face, unable to look anywhere else but Donghyuck’s neck.

“What were you thinking?” Johnny asked, with Donghyuck knowing straight away what had caught his attention and made him smile.

“I wasn’t thinking,” Donghyuck whispered, not wanting any of the boys to hear, “I’m just hoping that some makeup in the dressing room will help me to cover this up.”

Johnny’s eyes went wide in reply, “have you seen it? You think makeup will cover that thing up.”

A sigh came from Donghyuck as Johnny crushed his dreams of hiding his secret. “You’ve got to help me Johnny, there’s got to be a way to hide that from the others.”

“Sorry,” Johnny sniggered, enjoying teasing him, “I think if you want anyone’s help then I think you should be asking Y/N for it.”

“She doesn’t know,” Donghyuck frowned, dreading letting you see what you’d done to him, “do you know how bad she’ll feel about it?”

“Oh, please let me be the one to tell her about it.”

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epinebleue · 7 months

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love me now (m) | 05

in which you go for a night drive.

pairing: johnny suh x reader (female)

genre: established relationship!au, mature.

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), car sex, mention of past toxic relationships.

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Most times, Friday nights are pretty lively.

Sometimes, you go to your favorite club, whose owner is a good friend of yours. If you’re not in the mood for clubbing, you order pizza and watch a movie before making out on the couch.

But today is different. You’re bored as hell, having lost all interest in the movie you’re supposed to be watching. Johnny must feel the same, because when you turn to look at him, he’s scrolling through his Instagram feed aimlessly with one hand, caressing your leg with the other.

“Why don’t we go out?” He suddenly says, blocking his phone and leaving it on the coffee table.

“I don’t feel like partying.”

“I didn’t mean to party.” He corrects. “Something like a night drive.”

That sounds much better, so you accept right away. You pick something comfortable, not bothering to glance at the rest of the clothes in your wardrobe. When you reach the entrance, you see that Johnny has chosen something sporty, too. He grabs his keys from the keyholder next to the intercom, opening the door for you.

“Why don’t we get McDonald’s?”

You’re unable to contain your excitement, smiling as you get in the elevator, and pushing the parking button. Johnny grabs your cheeks and kisses your forehead so delicately that you think you’ll melt in his arms.

“Anything for you, babe.”

You sit on the passenger seat, immediately demanding the aux cord. Johnny doesn’t even fight it, knowing it’ll be a waste of time. It’s a fact that you’re in charge of the music when you travel by car. It’s also a fact that won't change anytime soon.

The car starts moving, and Johnny drives towards the nearest McDonald’s.

The song you’ve chosen plays softly in the background as you observe the streetlights through the window.

“How come we’ve never done this before?”

Johnny simply shrugs, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Maybe it wasn’t the right time yet.”

“Wow.” You nod, feigning being impressed. “Deep.”

You open the window on your side, the night breeze hitting your face. You cross your arms over the window, your eyes drawn to the city lights that seem endless.

New York’s beauty is truly hypnotizing.

This is the city where you were born and raised; where you studied; in which you met most of your friends. It’s the city that gave you Johnny, and that makes it much more special.

Johnny pulls into the drive-thru, steering the wheel with his palm. The technique makes your stomach tingle. He always looks so hot while driving, you could watch him for hours.

There’s only one car in front of you, so they prepare your order rather quickly. To be honest, you’ve been craving a burger, fries, and ice cream for a while, so you don’t hold yourself back. You’ll eat everything, even if it means having a stomachache later. It’ll have been worth it.

You pay, then move to the parking lot. You give Johnny his burger, which is huge, and fish for your fries at the bottom of the bag.

“I remember that when I was little,” Johnny says, “I celebrated my birthday at McDonald’s. They even gave me a paper crown.”

“That’s what I call luxury.”

“Mom sent me the photo yesterday.”

Johnny takes his phone out of his pocket, scrolling down the gallery until he finds said picture. A big smile crosses your face when he shows it to you.

Johnny couldn’t be more than six years old. His round face is the first thing you notice. Then, you look at his mom, who is holding him in her lap. She looked so pretty with her short hair and dark lipstick. In all honesty, she hasn’t changed much. They’re both wearing a paper crown shaped like a clown.

“Your mom’s so beautiful.”

“What about her son?”

He leans forward, brushing your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“He’s even more beautiful.”

Johnny kisses you, satisfied with the answer. He loves compliments, especially if they come from you. He gets all shy and smiley, and his cheeks go pink.

It’s crazy to think that, when you met Johnny, you found him a bit intimidating. He was tall and only wore black clothes, plus his resting bitch face didn’t help at all. But once you started talking and got to know each other better, you realized he was a human-shaped teddy bear rather than a jerk.

His voice snaps you out of your memories and brings you back to the present time.

“What if I buy another burger?”

You gasp, laughing in disbelief. “Babe, no!”

“Why not?” He mops, discharging the wrap on the empty bag placed in between the seats.

“One is enough.” You insist.

“They’re small! Two is the perfect amount.”

“They seem small because your hand is huge. If you eat another one, cholesterol will atrophy your arteries and, eventually, you’ll die.” Your tone is so serious that Johnny starts laughing seconds later, covering his face with his hands. “Why are you laughing? I’m right!” Now you’re laughing, too.

“That was so mean!”

“It's a medical fact, Johnny!.”

“Fine, you convinced me.”

Once you’ve finished your meal, Johnny drives aimlessly around the city before deciding where to go next. There’s a park from which you can see New York’s skyline, so that’s the destination. Johnny manages to find a secluded spot from which you have a nice view of the city, along with some privacy.

“This might be the best idea I’ve had this week.”

“Or this month.”

Your soft laughs fill the car for a few seconds before going back to silence. Johnny glances in your direction, watching you get lost in the stars and the lights of the city that watched you grow up.

“Everything okay?”

You hum, nodding. “I’m just… reminiscing.”

“A penny for your thoughts.”

You take a deep breath, your eyes never darting away from the view beneath you.

“During my last year of high school, I dated this boy. He was handsome and so, so funny. He treated me like a queen and sometimes made me wonder if he had just jumped right out of a fairy tale. We had the most romantic six months and then, he left me. He never said why, he didn’t even dare to break up with me in person. He told my best friend and asked her to give me the message.”

“What a fucker.” Johnny mumbles.

“For the longest time, I thought I was the problem because I wasn’t pretty enough, sexy enough, smart enough for him. I felt so worthless and sad that I kind of started to drift away. I allowed pretty fucked up things to happen to me that I’ve tried to forget.” Johnny grabs your hand, caressing the palm with his thumb. You’ve got his full attention. “Years later, I started dating again, but I… I was scared all the time. Not that they were horrible people, I was just afraid that they would leave me and make me return to the toxic relationship I had with myself. And then, you came around.”

You turn your head, looking for Johnny’s eyes. He’s looking at you with those fond orbs that you adore.

“Not once have you made me doubt myself. In any way.”

He cups your cheeks and pecks your lips, moving away just enough for you to look him in the eye again.

“I’ll never give you a reason to be scared.”

You give him a reassuring smile.

“I know.”

Slowly, Johnny starts kissing you, his lips soft and warm. The tip of his tongue touches your mouth and you open it, giving him full access. His wet muscle brushes yours and, delicately, Johnny holds the back of your neck, pulling you closer. You reach for his T-shirt, your clouded mind looking for the craved contact, any kind of contact.

“I need you.” He mumbles against his lips, and it’s all you need to hear.

You straddle his lap, trying to find a comfortable position in the driver's seat of the car. Johnny’s basketball shorts are thin enough to let you feel his boner against your core, and you find satisfaction in the fact that he’s just as worked up as you are. Wrapping his arms around your waist, Johnny squeezes you against his clothed chest, so tightly that you don’t know where you start and where Johnny ends.

You could get caught, you could get arrested, but none of that fades you. Right now, the only thing in your mind is Johnny. Johnny licking the length of your neck, Johnny biting where he knows it’ll make you hiss his name. You drag your hips, humping his boner, and when Johnny moans against your mouth, the little clarity you have slips through your fingers like water.

“What about taking this to the back?”

Johnny’s nod is enough of an answer. Before you know it, you’re making your way into the backseat, Johnny on your heels.

Your hands untie the lace of your sweatpants the moment you fall on the seat, Johnny lingering in the door, watching you. You take them off under his gaze, pressing your back against the door behind you and opening your legs to let him peek at the wet patch in your underwear. It’s not long before you take it off, too, the crisp air making you shiver.

“You’re going to drive me crazy.”

“Come and punish me, then.”

You straddle his lap once again when Johnny gets in the car, your lips crashing against his. He looks for the door’s handle in the dark, slamming it, before taking off both his shorts and boxers in a swift movement.

You feel Johnny’s hand sneaking in between your bodies, then he’s forcing his length into you.

New York is a beautiful city, especially at night, but you’ve got the best view in front of you. Johnny lets his head fall back, his pretty mouth open and gasping for air as you start bouncing on his cock without warning, too eager to wait.

Johnny looks at you through half-opened eyes, his hands falling on your waist to give a particularly rough thrust that makes you gasp.

“You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen.” He whispers against your neck. “Especially when I’m balls-deep inside you.”

“I’m even prettier when you make me cum.”

Johnny’s fingers dig into your ass, guiding you up and down his cock.

“Is that so?”

You nod, biting your lips at the feeling of his tip hitting that spot that makes you go feral.

“You should see for yourself.”

Johnny takes it seriously, hugging your waist and fixing you in place, his pace getting quicker.

You didn’t expect to get railed in the backseat of his car when he offered a midnight drive, but here you are, wishing you were completely naked to scratch his broad shoulders, back, and chest, which he loves.

Today, he’ll have to settle for the mark of your teeth in his collarbone.

He pants in your ear, his hot breath fanning the droplets of sweat that decorate your neck like diamonds. You whine and wiggle, trying to break free from his grip.

“I want to ride you.”

Johnny usually makes you beg a little more, so you’re pleasantly surprised when he lets go of your waist.

You grind back and forth, making the most out of this new freedom he has granted you. It’s so hot inside the car that the windows are all fogged and your top sticks to your body. You take it off, much to Johnny’s delight, who grabs your breasts and squeezes them.

His hands move up and reach your sweaty neck, pushing away the strands of hair glued to the skin to lock one of them behind it. He uses it to hold you down, retraining your movements.

You open your mouth to protest, but he kisses you before you can say anything, rubbing your clit with his free hand, making you tremble, a choked moan ricocheting against the walls of the vehicle.

“Sorry, baby.” He says even though he’s not sorry at all, thrusting faster. “You can be in charge another time.”

The brutal pace of both his hips and hand is enough to make you forget why you were mad in the first place. He pounds into you as if you hadn’t had sex in months, he growls like an animal when you try to fuck him back, eyes shut close to focus on the feelings of his cock making its way into you over and over again.

Your legs hurt, yet you don’t want to stop.

You don’t last long, white sparkles dance around in the darkness when you reach your high.

Johnny fucks you through it for as long as he can, pressing his hips to yours as he fills you up, your name in his mouth like a song.

You rest your head on his shoulder, allowing him to caress your hair, you both trying to catch your breaths.

“Was that good?”

“I’ve got your cum inside me.” You remark. “So there’s your answer.”

Johnny’s chest shakes with his laugh, scratching your scalp with his fingertips. You would fall asleep if it wasn’t for his voice breaking the silence.

“Promise me you won’t freak out.”

“What?”

“There’s a car parked right next to us.”

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emasstars · 7 months

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little things

silly headcanons about the greasers | fluff

a/n: @cau-lee-flower215 wanted me to tag them!

ponyboy has a pen collection. every year for his birthday, his parents would get him a new one. for a while, he definitely had a phase where he would only write with a quill. stored away, somewhere in some cabinet, it’s still there.

johnny loves animals with every fibre of his being. he will stop walking to pet a stray animal, and he doesn’t care if it has rabies or ticks or anything. he especially loves when he’s sleeping out in the lot, and a cat comes to cuddle up with him.

dally is a picky eater. his food cannot touch, it needs to be made a very specific way, and he will not eat the food if it does not fit his standards. when they go out to eat, he will always order the same food. he will order it off of the kids menu if he has to.

sodapop secretly writes poetry, and hides the papers in a shoe box in his nightstand’s drawer. he only writes when no one is home, placing some sort of magazine or news paper on top so no one thinks to check ever again. he cannot go through that embarrassment another time.

darry, similarly to how ponyboy used to collect pens, used to collect coins. every time he’d see one on the ground, he’d pick it up and add it to the jar he’d keep them in. if it was a particularly nice-looking coin, he’d put it in some frame and leave it on his desk.

two-bit tried to join band in school, but wasn’t allowed because all he could play was a harmonica. by now, he brings it anywhere he goes. if the time is right, which he argues it always is, he will pull out and play an awful tune that pierces everyone’s ears, and makes them yell at him to stop.

steve cannot dance. it does not matter the kind of dancing you request he does, someone will get hurt. very likely, it will be him. one time, at one of sodapop’s birthday parties, he tried to dance but accidentally twisted his ankle and got sent to the er.

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life is still beautiful | johnny | masterlist

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

summary: love is a difficult thing, especially for someone like you who had never received much. it was non-existent until you meet the heartbrokened johnny suh: whom you’ll soon come to learn is a young father, during the dean’s lister student camp. somehow, your hearts come knocking at each other’s for another chance at love. through life’s bumps and turns, would you still believe that life is still beautiful?

a/n: comment down below to be added into the taglist! 🤗 note: this is only a work of fiction.

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[ date started: 10nov23 - ongoing ]

series’ tags -> sjh_lisb asks // lisb character asks

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d3 - christmas in chicago | jhs

➸ word count; 1240 words

➸ jude; aged 14, verity & katie; aged 5, connor; aged 1 month

➸ alternative names used; junho (jude), eunyoung (katie)

dadmas masterlist | nct masterlist

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Surprisingly, your five-year-old twins are not the ones who wake you up at five in the morning on Christmas Day. Instead, you arise to the sound of your one-month-old son fussing in his bedside crib.

You stretch, shifting around to position yourself upright. It’s been roughly three or four hours since you last fed, and your body reacts accordingly, loose white t-shirt beginning to dampen.

‘I’ll take him,’ Johnny murmurs from behind you, in his raspy morning voice.

‘He needs fed,’ you reply, lifting Connor up from the crib and onto your chest.

‘I’ll keep you company,’ Johnny settles further into the pillows, lightly tickling Connor’s feet with his finger.

This year, you’d found yourself in Chicago for Christmas. Last year you had spent the holiday in Korea after staying there for a little stint because of Johnny’s work, but you had come back to your home in Chicago during the summer to prepare for the birth of your youngest son.

Your hair falls as you turn your head to smile at Johnny, so he reaches a hand out to push the stray hair behind your ear.

‘Merry Christmas, beautiful,’ he rubs your cheek on the way back down with his thumb, before dropping it down to the back of Connor’s head, ‘and Merry first Christmas, little man.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. Our last first Christmas,’ you smile lazily.

‘Well, I mean, we could have another surprise-‘

‘Absolutely not,’ you interrupt, and he laughs sheepishly, ‘four is more than enough.’

‘I know, I was kidding,’ Johnny kisses your elbow, ‘I love our family so much.’

Johnny just watches you feed for a few minutes before your bedroom door cracks open, two little girl’s faces appearing behind it.

‘Hey girls,’ Johnny sits up on his elbows, the twins taking it as an invitation to come inside.

‘It’s Christmas, daddy,’ Katie crawls up onto the bed, Verity not far behind her.

‘It is, angel,’ Johnny lets her crawl into his arms, ‘do you think Santa’s been?’

The twins nod rapidly, both inching closer towards their father.

‘Can we go downstairs and go and see, daddy?’ Verity bounces on her heels with excitement.

‘Mommy’s feeding your little brother, Vev,’ Johnny explains, ‘we’ll have to wait until he’s done, okay?’

‘Okay,’ the girls sigh, slightly dejected, but the excitement quickly outweighs it.

The four of you talk quietly for a few minutes, the twins buzzing about potential presents Santa may have brought them. Once Connor pulls away from you, the twins automatically straighten up, ready to jump out of bed to harass Jude into waking up.

‘Girls-‘ Johnny tries to get them to slow down, but they’re already reaching up and pulling your bedroom door open, plodding along down the hallway towards their older brother’s bedroom.

‘Can you manage?’ Johnny lays a warm hand just under your shoulder.

‘Yeah, you go make sure they don’t jump on his head.’

Johnny leaves the room as you rise from the bed slowly, beginning to pat Connor’s back.

Jude is leaning against the hallway wall, half asleep still, once you emerge from the bedroom.

‘Morning,’ you chuckle, his face brightening when he sees you and his baby brother.

‘Can we go downstairs now?’ Katie tugs on Johnny’s sleeve.

‘Yeah, come on angel, let’s go and see what Santa’s brought you.’

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‘Grandma!’

‘Hello little ones,’ Johnny’s mother hugs her granddaughters before looking up and noticing Jude.

‘Junho-ah,’ she breaks away from the twins to hug Jude, ‘Merry Christmas.’

‘John-ah, Y/N! How’s the little one?’

‘Groggy,’ you turn to the side slightly to show Connor laying against your chest half-asleep, ‘someone is ready for his morning nap.’

‘Go put him down, his little crib is still in the spare room.’

Johnny’s parents had a little fold-out crib for Connor just in case you spent a long time there.

‘I’ll put him down, come on,’ Johnny takes Connor from you, rocking him slowly as he ventures up the stairs.

‘Merry Christmas mum/mom,’ you hug Johnny’s mother, ‘thank you for hosting this year.’

‘You know how much I love cooking for you guys,’ she replies, ‘you’ve made such a big family, it warms my heart to have you all here together.’

‘He went straight to sleep,’ Johnny reappears at the top of the stairs, ‘all the Christmas excitement made him tired I think.’

‘Now that we’re all here,’ Johnny’s dad says, ‘lets start on presents!’

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‘Oh, Eunyoung, no,’ Johnny’s mother lunges across the kitchen counter, grabbing Katie by the waist and lifting her down from the stepstool, just as she was about to put her fingers in the cake batter.

‘Sorry mum/mom,’ you manage to eventually catch up with Katie, the one month old Connor in your arms, ‘I lost sight of her for like two seconds.’

‘It’s okay dear, you should be sitting! Wow I’m getting too old for this.. Where’s my son, he should be- John!’

Johnny appears in the doorway behind you, holding Verity.

‘Sorry, little miss spilled water all over herself.’ He lets Verity down, who scampers over to her Grandmother and twin sister.

‘Girls, how about you go play with your new toys?’ Johnny’s mother suggests, ‘let your mum/mom rest.’

‘No, I’ll help you with dinner-‘

‘No you will not,’ she fires back sternly, ‘you just gave birth. Go sit on the couch and relax.’

Sensing that she won’t back down, you retreat to the couch, where Jude is laying around on his phone.

‘Are you ok, mum/mom?’ Jude looks up from his phone in concern when you quietly whine in discomfort.

‘I’m good, just achy,’ you don’t think your teenage son wants the details of your postpartum body.

‘Can I do anything?’ He offers, forever the sweetest boy.

‘You could play with your sisters,’ you suggest, ‘stop them from getting in your grandma’s way.’

‘Okay,’ he throws his phone down, wandering over to the girls and feign excitement over their dolls.

Johnny helps his parents with the cooking, darting around the kitchen, pulling things off the hob, out of the oven and into dishes ready for the dining table.

‘Dinner’s ready!’ Johnny’s mother calls.

You place Connor in the crib you’ve brought downstairs, as Jude and the twins practically sprint over to the dining table.

‘Ah-ah, not so fast,’ Johnny chastises, ‘let’s carry a dish each.’

He gives the twins a cooler dish each, which they carry to the table and put down, before sliding into their seats.

‘You, sit down,’ Johnny’s mother swats at you when you appear in the kitchen and try to help.

‘Alright, dig in everyone,’ Johnny’s mother announces.

‘Kids,’ you begin sternly before they pick up their utensils.

‘Jal meogeotseumnida,’ the kids chirp in unison, Johnny’s mother laughing as they start stuffing their faces as soon as the last syllable leaves their mouths.

‘You’re welcome.’

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‘Hey,’ Johnny is sitting up in bed, orange glow of your bedside lamp illuminating the bare skin of his chest.

‘Hi,’ you’d just finished saying goodnight to Jude.

He wraps his arms around you once you’re in bed beside him.

‘I had the most perfect day,’ he murmurs sleepily.

‘Me too. Exhausted now.’

‘M’not surprised. But I love being in Chicago with you, and our family.’

‘It feels like home, doesn’t it?’

‘It is home. But anywhere with you is.’

‘You’re so cheesy,’ you cringe, ‘but I agree with the sentiment.’

‘Merry Christmas, I love you.’

‘Merry Christmas, John. I love you too..��

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seal-writes-stuff · 1 year

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Hey! I absolutely love your writing it gives me life 🫶! Could you write something with Johnny from Cmon Cmon he is so gentle, fluffy or smutty do what makes you comfortable

tea prompts – Johnny (“C’mon C’mon”)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mostly fluff, some light angst if you squint

Summary: All in the title!

A/N: Thank you so much, that’s very kind of you to say! Of course I could, Johnny’s the sweetest and deserves everything. I also have a long fic about him in the works, but it’s still in the depths of WIPdom, so no promises for now. Prompts are taken from here, you know the drill. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

By the time you wake up, Johnny’s already in the kitchen – making a simple breakfast for the both of you, a sleepy look on his face. You’re never able to resist wrapping your arms around his waist, trailing long, lingering kisses along the side of his neck. There’s this silent tenderness hanging in the air, no words are needed.

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

Two words: physical touch. He's not even consciously aware of it, but once Johnny gets a taste of it from you he can’t get enough. How you mess with his hair so casually and with so much love, telling him he has beautiful curls. How you press sweet, playful kisses to the tip of his nose and lighter ones to his shoulders. How you grab his hand at every opportunity, for no other reason than being close to him. Just thinking about it warms Johnny’s heart.

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

Because of his job and general way of life, Johnny’s sleep schedule is pretty flexible. As long as he gets his eight hours, he’s okay with sleeping at any time of the day in any time zone. He’d have no problem with adjusting, even if you didn’t insist on it.

That said, Johnny likes to sleep in whenever he has an opportunity. It’s nice and comfortable, and with you by his side it’s an absolute heaven.

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

Johnny’s great at talking – that’s his job, after all. But for the reasons unclear to him and him only, Johnny can’t ever put this skill to good use whenever he’s around you. After all, you’re so wonderful and sweet, you’re the best person he knows – and that's exactly what makes him nervous about his own flaws, heightens his anxiety. Surely you’ll see them too, right? Surely you’ll know better. It’s never been any other way.

So Johnny would just hang out with you a lot and give you these lovesick, longing looks until you – somehow, miraculously - get the hint. Or until he finally gets the courage to ask you out without, in his mind, making a complete fool out of himself. Either way, please give him time, he’s trying his best.

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Soft and tender; Johnny likes to take his time with them. His favorite type of kisses to receive is those gentle, tired ones after you come home from work. You’re absolutely exhausted and you still take the time and effort just to show him affection? He’s in love.

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

Johnny’s not a possessive person. If he ever feet like you’re pulling away, he’d simply let you. Would it crush him? Absolutely. But since he can’t force you to love him back, so be it, even if it destroys him inside.

If only he could understand that he’d never need to force you. For you, loving him is the easiest, most natural thing in the world.

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

For him, true love is in the little things you share. Inside jokes. Cooking together. Shared vulnerability – he’s still rusty with open communication, but he tries his best for you. There’s no doubt in your mind that he wants this to last; it truly doesn’t get more romantic than that.

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

Above all, Johnny wants to find someone who understands him. For him, being seen, being truly known and loved anyway is a luxury not many people have. It’s something he wishes for desperately.

When he tries to explain it to you, rambling in a half-awake state, you get it immediately – yet it breaks your heart at the same time. You don’t love him in spite of knowing who he really is, you love him because you know who he really is - it’s one thing that’s never going to change.

You tell him just that. And that’s when Johnny hugs you tight, if only to hide how close he is to crying. Somehow, despite everything, he managed to find this understanding, to find you.

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

He knew right away. Johnny’s always been a romantic at heart, but holding onto that got harder for him with time. Love at the first sight is reserved for cheesy movies; the real world simply isn’t like that. The relationships, even the most meaningful ones, aren’t like that. Everything is messy, everything is hard and everything needs lots of effort to work out.

And then Johnny talks to you one day and realizes that he never wants to let you go. Maybe this will be hard later, he thinks. Maybe this will take lots of effort to work out too. But it’s something that will definitely, absolutely be worth it.

That’s when he knew.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

Johnny would simply ask you to marry him when the both of you are at your most comfortable. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t spend a lot of time overthinking the whole concept, but in the end his love for you outweighs his natural nervousness. Life is short and Johnny can’t imagine it without you - not when he knows what it’s like to be with you.

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

Honestly, the life itself does all the spicing up for him. Johnny craves stability, something to fall back on whenever the times get tough – something he feels like he can never get. He’s grateful for what the two of you already have, he wouldn’t want to mess it up by accident.

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

When Johnny has to travel, whether it’s to work on his various projects or to visit Viv and Jesse, he loves to bring you along. For him, it’s a great way of inviting you into his world – seeing unfamiliar places and giving a new meaning to the familiar ones.

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

Despite what he might tell you, Johnny’s great at comforting people and he takes extra care when he’s comforting you. Offering you a shoulder to cry on. Hearing you out, no matter how long it’s taking or how busy he is. Simply hugging you. Those hugs alone are enough to put you at ease – with Johnny’s support, you feel like you can get through anything.

He’s also panicking and absolutely losing it the whole time, but you’d never guess it just by looking at him.

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

Let’s just say Johnny knows what he’s talking about. He’s a bit older, so he’s been in a number of relationships over the years: a lot of memories, a lot of heartbreak. It doesn’t discourage him, though. Your presence in his life is enough of a proof that love is real.

And also it’s a proof that maybe he deserves this love too, no matter how much of a mess he is.

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

Johnny isn't dead-set on having kids. He's still nervous about screwing them up somehow, despite your continuous insistence that he’s great with children. Above all, he simply wants to be by your side; in his eyes, as long as you have your little family, however it may look, everything is going to be all right.

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

Late night conversations. For Johnny, it's everything he's ever wanted from a relationship: feeling safe enough to bare his soul and accepting you as you are in return.

Both of you know that neither of you are perfect, but it doesn’t matter. After all, who needs perfection as long as you have love?

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rosietaeyongswife · 2 years

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water under the bridge | johnny

WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE

PARING: johnny suh x reader

GENRE: established relationship, angst, break up

WC: 10k

SUMMARY: johnny and you were dating for more than three years for now. collage passed quick and you were two lovebirds who tought they found perfect match. after all the years johnny feels like they aren’t meant for each other. you can not let go of johnny so easily because you’ll fight for him and even tho you’re not meant for each other you still loved him.

TW: cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

being a student at university in chicago was fun to you because it was new adventure in your boring life. also, united states of america were much different than south korea so you could learn new things outside of your country. parents are always worried about theird children but when you annouced to them you are going to study abroad in states they almost had a heart attack. they knew you were very ambitious person and with your grades you could do anything you want but they were scared of their little y/n being alone in a new country. after a lot of fights and conversations they gave in. it was new chapter in your life and you were more than ready for it.

well you were ready for everything but not for your future boyfriend called johnny. study in states wasn’t that hard as you tought it may be so you have much more free time than expected to have. going out and meeting new people was your pleasure and fun way to get away out of routine you were afraid to be stuck in. that’s how you met johnny. a tall man was hanging out with his friends when you and your friends came in to the club your friends knew pretty well. as soon as johnny saw you he knew you were going to end up together in some way. the way you looked at people dancing on the dance floor or the way you smiled at whatever your friend said was mesmoraizing to him. he wanted you from the very start of this relationship. ready to let go of anything and have a talk with you he approached you.

“hey. are you student from chicago’s university?” handsome stranger asked you while you were sipping a drink. “because you look so familiar.”

“oh i am. my name is y/n.” you smiled. “i study english at the university.”

“english sounds dope. my name is johnny by the way.” he giggled. “i study informatics at the same university i suppose.”

“that’s for sure. are you here with your friends?”

“yeah, one of my friends has a birthday today and they wanted to celebrate so bad here that i gave in and came here.”

you couldn’t focus at anything he was saying because he was looking at you with his deep eyes and you were lost in them.

“say happy birthday to him from me.” you giggled. “would you like to dance? i mean, we are at the club so we should dance like others do.”

“i think we should.” johnny smiled. “may i?”

johnny offered you his hand and you took it with big smile on your face. dancing on the dance floor of some random pub in chicago was one of your best memories because you were dancing with a stranger to biggest hits and you had a lot of fun. you even forgot about your friends who were gone for the rest of the night. it was first time meeting your future love.

next time was at university when you and your friend melissa were in cafeteria eating your lunch. most students had a lunch break now and cafeteria was full but sadly a lot of items was sold out including your favorite strwaberry milk you always drink.

“y/n c’mon. let go of it.” mellisa rolled her eyes. “you are going to buy another one tommorow or something.”

“but without it i feel uncomplete.”

“then you should came here sooner. sorry not sorry but it’s out. let’s find a seat and-”

melissa didn’t finished because a tall man was standing next to both of you with warm smile on his face and a strwaberry milk on his left hand.

“you can have mine.” johnny handled it to you. “i don’t usually drink milk and you need it so have it, please.”

“oh no. i can’t have it.” johnny laughed. “wait i’m going to pay you. how much was it?”

“y/n don’t be silly and take it.”

johnny hanled you his milk, and you took it shyly.

“thank you so much. you don’t have to, i can-”

“you can go out on a date with me.” johnny shrugged. “you know. to thank me for this milk i gave you. it would be nice of you.”

“yes of course.” mellisa looked at you with eyes wide open. “yeah, we can go out. it’s not such a big deal.”

“cool.” johnny smiled. “here’s my phone number. call me when you’re free and we can go out somewhere nice.”

“alright. see you johnny and thanks again.”

“no worries.”

johnny walked off while you and mellisa were staring at each other for more than ten seconds. she was surprised you knew who he was and he asked you out.

“do you even have any idea who the hell he is?”

“uh, johnny suh?”

“it’s not just johnny suh.” she said with grin. “it’s one of the most popular guys in his year.”

“wait.” you went to sit. “how old is he?”

“two years older i guess.”

“oh shit. he graduates this year?”

“right. girls from his year are head over hills because of this man. he is the most handsome giy you could seen here. i mean it.”

you grinned and looked at the strawberry milk you were holding.

“so he is a playboy.”

“no, he is not.” mellisa snapped. “girls want him but he rejected every one of them. propably he had never dated anyone from this university of something like that. he is single for a long time as far as i know.”

“oh then it’s cool. he maybe have a high standards or something.”

“maybe he does. not sure.” she smiled. “you don’t even know how lucky you are to go on a date with johnny suh himself. many would kill for a chance with him.”

“mellisa it’s just a regular date. i don’t think he would be into me much since johnny seems to have a high standards towards women. besides that.” you opened the milk. “it’s just a date nothing extreme or promising.”

“we’ll see about that. i feel like both of you start dating each other. i am telling you.”

talking with mellisa made you realize who are you going on a date with and all you plans were ruined because she was right. it wasn’t reagular date but date with senior who girls fantazise about. a perfect man who has everything. someone so perfect must have high expetations towards their partners and it was stressing you out.

“what the hell?” you said as soon as you saw when johnny drove you. “are you kidding me? we are here for real.”

“yes we are. we are going fishing my dear.”

you have been expecting anything but for sure it wasn’t fishing at the ten pm. there was literally no one but just two of you and river where there shouldn’t be any fishes but you had no idea to be honest.

“it’s so original. i would never guessd you would get me on a date to fishing.”

“of course. who would do it if not me?” he smiled proudly. “i hope you will learn quickly and we would have fun together.”

indeed you did have a lot of fun. being on the edge of ground while fishing was so fun and you would never imagined yourself in such a situation. both of you were laughing out loud and crying because of laugh. you even caught few fish which was surprising. after this you could lay down on some grass while drinking cheap as bears johnny bought on his way to date with you. he was always unique and hated boredroom so that’s why he took you out on fishing. also, that’s why he didn’t buy you some expensive wine but regular bear.

“i have never had this much fun in my life.” you smiled warmly. “thank you johnny. i had time of my life wishing with you.”

“i am glad to hear that. i also had a lot of fun. i can’t remember when i had spent such a nice time with anyone. wish i could do that more or do any other cool things. you know.” he looked at the river. “i’m tired of being perfect and doing boring things.”

“if you’d like to we can do other cool things together.” johnny looked at you and you panicked. “i mean it’s not like i am asking to be together. i just wish to have more fun in my life and if you also has this problem then we can go out more.”

“ah sure. it’s not like you asking me to be your boyfriend.” johnny teased. “i think it’s dope. we have to spend more time together to know each other and have fun right.”

“of course.”

“then maybe we should go on urban exploring?”

as soon as you heard him say it you were shocked. you had been thinking about urban expoloring and how fun it is but you had never made any attempts to actualy do it and here you are sitting, drinking bear with johnny by river after fishing session.

“i’d love to do it. i am lowkey scared but it would be fun.” you giggled. “but where would we go? i have no idea. i don’t know any haunted places or worth seeying.”

“let’s say i have few ideas in my head for it.” he took a sip. “oh my god. we are going have to by bike and it’s only one here we can borrow.”

“shit. i am supposed to be home for an hour now.”

“we’re kind of drunk.”

“oh lord.”

johnny get on bike first and you sat in front of him on little stick on bike.

“are you ready for ride of your life?” you only nodded and held him tighter.

ride to your home was kind of crazy because johnny nor you could sit still and bike was moving to the sides which cause few falls but nothing serious. both of you were riding on a bike drunk before midnight. not a single sight of people and just peacful night with your date. it seems like scene from books but you were actually living through that scene. you have known johnny for over few days now but you felt safe and happy next to him.

as soon as you cameback you had a ton of butterflies flying all over your stomach after tonight’s date with johnny suh. it was your first date as a young adult now. last date you have been on was in second grade of high school with some weirdo who asked you out. smile appeared on your lips as you were thinking about events from just a few hours ago. out of excitment you texted mellisa who wanted to know how did it go.

when you were at university mellisa would ask a lot of questions and would give you some advices about johnny. she had knew few people including jung hoseok who was his classmate. for a few things he would tell her anything she’d like for you to know. that’s how you were well preapered for a date with him. everyday you were waking up you were happy no matter what even dumb exams at uni didn’t make your mood drop. you developed crush on johnny and it was keeping you busy most of the time. everyday you would text with johnny or hang out with him at cafeteria or at chill rooms.

you: i am back.

mellisa: oh shit

mellisa: how did it go????

mellisa: did he take you to this expensive ass restaurant at the other side of chicago?? answer.

you: we went fishing lol

mellisa: you went where?

mellisa: you’re kidding right y/n?

mellisa: WHAT THE FUCK

mellisa: JOHNNY SUH TOOK YOU OUT ON FISHING?

you: yeah but it was so cool

you: i had a lot of fun with him

you: we were fishing and drinking some beer who didn’t taste that bad tbh

mellisa: i expected something more boujee

you: thanfuly no <33 i had time of my life with him. we are going on a next date on urban exploring

mellisa: so johnny suh is a damn weirdo instead of hottie from senior year

you: lol

you: he is better than that

mellisa: gtg, glad to know you spent good time :)

rumours about you two dating spread in speed of light because johnny was literally crush of majority of women on university. even few proffesors felt shy around him because of his apperance and overal aura. few girls would come to you to ask about your relationship with johnny but you weren’t even dating. johnny at the other side didn’t answer their questions but instead of he would smirk and walk off with smile. you weren’t dating yet. it’s going to change in a few days.

“johnny where are we going?” you asked with bandana on your eyes. “i need to know like for real. it’s our fifth date and i want to know what’s another weird place we would be at-”

before you ended your sentance, johnny took bandana off of you. to your surprise both of you were in a small diner. there were wooden furniture and lights all around. place was basically empty only two other people eating by their tables. right next to this diner was a landscape of big buildings and empty road.

“today we are not doing anything extreme.” johnny took your hand and lead you to your table. “we are going to have a nice conversation at this chill diner. hope you don’t mind that y/n, cause if you want we can go do something fun.”

“are you kidding?” you snapped. “it’s amazing. i love this place. it’s so cozy and comfy as hell. being here is also fun johnny. i like it.”

“cool.” he smiled. “i ordered our meal and dessert. i had no idea what to chose so i hope whatever i ordered, you are going to like that.”

“i am not picky eater, and thank you for your efforts.” you smiled warmly. “i really appreciate how much efforts you put in our dates and it made me feel so lovely. and oh my god. johnny thank you.”

johnny was looking deeply into your eyes as you were speaking to him. no matter what was going on around both of you, it felt like it’s just the two of you in here and no one else. johnny felt safe besides you.

“it’s just pleasure to see you happy and enjoying our little dates. i am glad to know you like that and you still go out with me.”

“how can i not? johnny you’re literally one of the most pefect human being out there.” you giggled. “i am more than joyful to be here. with you.” you added whispering.

“of course. time with right person passes quickly and nice so yeah. our company is enough.”

both of you were talking about some minor things when a older woman came to your table handing your dishes. she was also asian and she was smiling widely as soon as she saw johnny who also smiled at her. she was looking at both of you now and couldn’t stop.

“uh my little johnny finally brought a woman.” she pinched his cheeks. “how you like my grandson, my dear? isn’t he lovely?”

“grandma.” he complained. “don’t embarras me in front of her, please.”

“no, it’s fine.” you smiled. “yes, he is very cute indeed. i am y/n by the way.”

you bowed down, and she did that too.

“nice to meet you y/n. i hope you will take good care of my grandson. he is already 24 and finally brought a woman to my diner. i am more than grateful our little johnny found a girlfriend.”

“grandma please. we aren’t dating yet.”

“i feel it deep down you are.” she pet his head. “enjoy your meal and your date. bye y/n.” she was walking away but turned away. “you can come here often if you like the food. it’d be nie to see you two again.”

she winked at you, and was now gone while you couldn’t hold you giggles in for too long before you were laughing out loud together with johnny.

“she is so nice, oh my god.” you laughed. “why didn’t you tell me it’s your grandma’s place?”

“becacuse i wanted to tell you later.” he shook his head. “it’s very special place for me and i wanted to bring special person here.”

heat went up to your cheeks.

“i am glad i was that person for you.”

meal you ate was one of the best. it was so deliciours you ate everything and wanted to came here more. dessert was also very good and you made a mental note about this place and food here. as soon as both of you were done with your meals, johnny and you payed and thanked his grandma.

walking to the closest store to buy some wine, johnny was thinking if he could hold your hand but wasn’t sure if it was right time. you kinda noticed he was trying to catch your hand but before he had haned you, he would pull away. after nth time you just grabed his hand as soon as it was possible, making johnny’s hear doing back flips.

bench of beach you were right now was empty. no person in a sight but just dark water and sand. as you were sitting and talking with johnny while drinking some wine both of you had this weird feelings inside. it felt different than other times.

“y/n, for how long have we known each other?”

“i guees four months passed.”

“right. four months already passed since we are going out on our dates and i know what i am about say will sound silly.” your heartbeat speeds up. “do you want to be my girlfriend?”

your heartbeat was so fast it almost jump off your body. moment you’ve been waiting for already came to reality. johnny is asking you to be his girlfriend.

“of course. i’d love to.”

you hugged him tightly and johnny was giggling to himself. finnaly he could have you for himself only. you’re officialy johnny’s suh girlfriend. it’s going to be your best time of life.

“y/n can you come here?”

johnny voice made you came quickly from your bedroom to living room when he was sitting with breakfast. it was his day off from work and you tought both of you would spend it together.

“what’s up?”

“i’m going to hang out with my co-workers today.” your smile dropped. “i think i will be back tommorow evening because we tought of going to busan.”

“okay. have fun.” you smiled politely. “who would come with you? if you don’t me asking, of course.”

johnny felt little annoyed at your question.

“me, doyoung, hoseok, jongin and sooyoung i think.”

“alright then. do you need help with packing or making food?” you went to the counter. “i can make you dinner and-”

“no, i don’t.” johnny hissed. “i can get it done by myself. it’s like 9 am, aren’t you going to do something?”

“not really.” you said with little smile. “if you need something call me. all your clothes are in laundry at the basement. your shoes are at the closet but in our room since one in corridor is broken.” you tought of important things he might need to know. “if you need any medications you can take them from kitchen.”

“thank you.”

johnny didn’t even look at you. without saying anything back you just came back to your bedroom and lay down. lately things with johnny were much more complicated than usually because stress in his work is growing on him and he needs to focus on work first. at least that’s what you were thinking. past two months are weird and you noticed shift in his moods and actions towards you. johnny try to be as nice as possible but you feel like it’s his duty to do. it’s forced.

even kissing seems like a duty. neither of you would speak up about it and just pretend as if nothing has happened. you do your job, and he does his. sometimes you would talk in living room but there is no intrest in conversation at all. not mentioning last time you had sex. johnny is always tired and you just feel uncomfortable asking about it.

“y/n.” johnny walk in while you were reading a book. “i’m leaving. i’ll text you later and please. do not contact me until i do. i am not a child.”

“yes johnny.”

he looked at you last time, and left. johnny didn’t even say goodbye nor anything like “i love you”, he just left. you had weird feeling about it but you tried to brush it off. couples do have crisises in their lifes and you were going through it. couples usualy work things out and maybe a little break from each other helps in it.

three years passed so quickly you didn’t even notice when. during your university years every girl was jealous of you and your boyfriend since both of you were stereotypical ideal couple from college. it was happiest moments of your life. being with johnny taught you so many new things and made you help in learning about yourself. you were growing up by johnny’s side.

his friends also liked you. especialy jongin and hoseok. they would always praise you when they visited johnny and johnny always felt proud when someone was talking good about his girlfriend because you were his partner. sometimes johnny would get jealous but with time he just didn’t care much about what they were talking about you. it became just a routine for him - everyone loved his beloved y/n. but with time it made him annoyed whenever someone mentioned you. johnny was out with friends to chill not to think about his girlfriend.

“maybe both of you should talk instead of ignoring each other?” mellisa rolled her eyes. “few years of dating and you lack in comunication. you are adults now and ignoring wouldn’t help.”

“i am scared of it. i don’t want to talk with him if this would make things worse”

“what’s there to be scared of?” she laughed. “he is your boyfriend. it’s not like he doesn’t love you anymore.”

“it’s not.” you agreed. “but i don’t want to annoy him more. he had a lot of preassure lately at work and i don’t want to add problems in relationship to it.”

“but y/n. if you feel like something is off with your love then you should take actions. problems won’t solve by itself honey. just be a little more confident and ask him if somethings wrong at work or in general.”

you knew mellisa was right but you couldn’t get yourself together to ask johnny about anything since he is triggered easily. johnny was like ticking bomb, wrong move and he will explode causing another fight.

a week passed and you still were trapped in your toughts when you were doing food for johnny since he will be up in five minutes. for a moment you zoomed out and didn’t notice johnny was talking to you.

“sorry.” you said when you felt pinch to your arm. “here’s your lunch.”

johnny looked at you with weird gaze.

“yeah, thank you. what have you been thinking about?” he asked while he was doing his coffee. “it’s seems like you are zooning out pretty often.”

“about us.” you whisper. “i am thinking about us for last few weeks, johnny.”

“what’s there to think about?” johnny sat with his cup and confused face. “i don’t understand why would you be busy thinking about us while there’s everything fine.”

“there is not.”

you snapped and johnny could only hiss.

“what do you mean.”

“i mean it’s not the same. you always busy with work and you have never time for us. i am also busy with my job but i try to make time for you but there is none. what was the last time we were out on a date?” johnny couldn’t remember. “you ignore me and you get mad at me for smallest things ever. i feel like i am trapped in a cage with you.”

johnny tried to play it off but deep down he knew what you were talking about. he couldn’t explain why does he need to avoid you. he couldn’t explain why he was angry at you for dumb things.

“i am sorry.” you sat down next to him. “my boss is making me do a lot of work lately. i am busy 24/7, and new things in job are on their way. i try to do my best but i can’t. there’s still preasure on my shoulders. i’m sorry for not paying much attention to you. i promise as soon as i’ll have my work done then we would spend some time together, okay?”

you nodded, and johnny hugged you. for first time in a while, he felt guilt. he felt guilt for making you uncomfortable and sad because of his stupid actions. you were his lover and he was so bad for you these past weeks. johnny knew he had to make it up to you.

“mrs. y/n.” your boss was standing infront of you. “i tought i made it clear that your work have to be done due to today. why aren’t you done yet?”

she was holding up papers of informations needed to have work done. she made you stay over hourses just to do work you were supposed to do quickly which was quite impossible in such a short amount of time.

“i am so sorry but i don’t think it’s enough time. there’s still around five pages to check and another five to write.” you were looking down. “five days wasn’t enough for me, and i am sorry for it.”

“sooyoung.” a taller woman stood up. “plase, take after y/n and do it until midnight. i know you wouldn’t let me down like others.”

“of course. it will be done quickly.”

sooyoung was looking at you with rude eyes. you couldn’t believe your boss gave her your work even tho sooyoung was lacking in a skills you had and was much less competent to your job. all you could do was to sit down and stay still. after the meeting everyone was busy with rest of their work and you was mad that sooyoung took over after you.

“i’ve heard sooyoung took your work.”

jongin smiled at you with cup in his hand while he was standing by your desk.

“don’t make me mad again jongin.”

he giggled and sat down on your desk.

“don’t be so angry. it’s not a big deal, and i am sure she will fucks it up easily since it’s sooyoung.” he laughed and bowed to you. “if not her father she wouldn’t make it here.”

“i know but it’s so frustrating. it was supposed to be my deal.”

“of course it was. but try not to think about it much.” you smiled. “by the way. why aren’t you eating? it’s lunch break. i saw johnny at cafeteria with hoseok.”

“i am busy with work.”

“screw this. you have to eat to be healthy and to concentrate well.” jongin stood up. “get your ass with me and let’s go eat.”

“jongin, i would like to but i have to do it.”

“stop complaining, and go.” he rolled his eyes. “would you like to eat pasta? i am craving it for such a long time now.”

“sounds good.” you hissed and get your things.

jongin was your boyfriend friend’s. he was just a year older than he is and he would treat both of you as his closest friends. jongin took care of his friends and of you. he simply liked you and wanted you to be happy and healthy as his other friends. when you were passing cafeteria, you noticed johnny, doyoung and sooyoung hanging out together. johnny was laughing at whatever she was saying and doyoung was busy eating. you haven’t seen johnny in such a mood in a while.

“so how was your time in busan?”

jongin looked at you confused.

“busan? i haven’t been there in a two years.”

“but johnny-”

“ah.” he laughed. “i couldn’t come. he was there with hoseok and sooyoung.”

“why did he lie to me?” you felt your heart clench. “he told me that he will go there with you, doyoung and two of them.”

“i have no idea. i told him week before tha i can not go.”

“sure, it’s nevermind.” you brushed it off. “why couldn’t you go.”

“i had to go help my parents. they adopted a dog and they’re still learning how to take care of him and oh god.” he pulled his phone. “just look at him. it’s golden rotveiler. he is still a puppy because he is around six months now. his name is cho since it’s means handsome.”

small puppy popped on a screen and you felt cutness attack. little doggo was sitting on his parents knees while they were petting him on head. picture looked so cute it made you pet him.

“he is so cute. bring him with you or came with him to us.”

“when i be able to take care of him for a day or two then i’ll come to you and johnny. cho is friendly dog and i am sure he would like to visit both of you.”

“sure he is. then i can’t wait to see little cho and play with him.”

few hours passed to 8 pm and you finnally could be back at home but to your surprise johnny was already home because door were unlocked.

“what were you doing with jongin at lunch break?”

it was first time johnny asked you when you threw yourself on a couch.

“we were eating?” you were annoyed. “it was lunch break. what else we were supposed to do?”

“eating.” he hummed. “i don’t understand why would my best friend be alone with my girlfriend during lunch break, eating outside of work.”

“johnny plaese. don’t be delusional.” you hissed. “i have no complaints when you spend time with sooyoung or eat with her instead of your girlfriend.”

“y/n, what are you saying.”

“why didn’t you tell me that doyoung and jongin couldn’t attend your silly tour to busan?” you asked with raised eyebrow. “i don’t mind her going with you but why did you lie to me.”

johnny was confused because he didn’t think you would find about truth.

“because doyoung had to stay at work, and jongin had to help parents. we had already restaurant and place at hotel reserved then we went there.”

“whatever. i don’t understand why would you throw a fit over my meeting with jongin.”

“because you didn’ tell me.”

“and you didn’t tell me about this trip without them or your lunch with her and doyoung. by the way, i didn’t know she makes you laugh so hard.”

“are you for real?” lough giggle left his mouth. “you’re jealous over sooyoung? it’s sounds so stupid y/n. you’re insecure and that’s why you’re mad at me for being around her.”

“i am not insecure. it’s just bother me when you hang out with her and enjoy it more than you do with me.”

“i don’t enjoy being around her more than being around you y/n. don’t be dumb. she just asked me earlier if i want to eat with her and doyoung and i agreed.”‘

you rolled your eyes because johnny was really making excuses when it’s come to him.

“sure then. i’m glad that’s how you see it.” you smiled. “it’s the same way with me and jongin. you didn’t have to be mean to me because i was at lunch break with him. let’s end conversation here.”

johnny tried to say something but before he could, you were already in your bathroom. arguments with johnny were pointless because he could never see his fault in anything but blame you for smallest things ever. it was tiring at some point.

“mum, i don’t know if johnny will be free in the friday.” you sighed. “mum, i have to ask-”

“it’s your cousin marriage annoucment. you have to be there together with johnny. i haven’t seen him in ages.” she laughed cutely. “ask him then and be there around 6 pm. don’t buy or cook anything, alright?”

“yes. bye mum.”

johnny and you haven’t spoken to each other for two days and now your mum called to ask you to come. you wish he couldn’t be there because he is busy or something. you didn’t want to go there while being mad at each other. people would notice quickly and ask awkward questions which would make you uncomfortable.

another thing on your mind was sooyoung. it’s not like it’s her fault but she was your enemy at work and yet johnny has good relationship with her even tho he knew about all your issues with her and vice versa. you heard she was lesbian but no one has ever confirmed it to you and johnny’s behaviour towards her was strange.

“wait.” mellisa said. “your cousin is getting married? hyemin?” you nodded. “then it’s great. she was lonely for such a long time and now she is going to be married soon.”

“good for her. i just don’t want to go there while me and johnny were fighting lately. it’s going to be uncomfortable.”

“again? y/n maybe johnny needs space. both of you need space.”

“space? what you’re talking about.”

“i am sure when both of you couldn’t see each other for few days both of you will gone crazy. maybe it’s the solution.”

“i am not sure about that one.” you smiled at her. “it’s far more complicated than doing breaks.”

“i know but at least it would help figure things out.”

space for sure wasn’t something you want with johnny. you loved him after all. you just wanted the best for you and johnny.

“i should talk with him.”

“why it’s always you. he should start conversation not you. again.”

“i know but he isn’t going to do so for sure.”

“then talk with him.”

as soon as mellisa was done with her drink both of you left small pub and came back to your homes. it was wednesday and johnny won’t be home because of work so you didn’t expect anyone at your place. alcohol was working on you slowly since your mind went fuzzy and you couldn’t walk in straight line. few strangers looked at you with raised eyebrows and few just laughed when they noticed you. when you were in front of your door you couldn’t unlock it due to your hands shaking.

“fuck.”

you murmured under you breath. damn key couldn’t wen in to the lock and it was making you so angry, you were crying out of frustration. after alcohol you always cry due to smallest issues which wasn;t such a big deal in majority of situations.

when you still tried to go in, doors opened by themselfs and you could see johnnys sillhoute.

“what are you doing?” his gaze and voice soften as soon as he saw you. “y/n you’re drunk. come here.”

he took your hand and lead you into your apartament. he sighed to himself because of your state and care he will have to take of you. smell of alcohol but more speceficly vodka and some whiskey was getting into his nostrils and he was annoyed at smell. you were stinking because of drinks you had an hour before. bathroom was covered in your clothes, as johnny put you in your bathtub. you were sulking all the time.

“johnny.” you moaned. “why do we fight so much? i love you the most in the world, and you are mad at me so quickly. why?” you sulked. “did i do something wrong?”

“no, you didn’t y/n. it’s nothing serious. couples fight sometimes.” johnny run a sponge on your back. “we are fine. i am not angry anymore. see? we’re good.”

“my mum asked us to come at party to their house. my cousin is getting married but i am not sure if you will be able to attend.”

johnny looked at you and smiled softly. his hurt was aching because of how hurt you sound.

“i can do it. when’s the party?”

“friday at six.”

“then we will go.” he was running water down your hair. “i am free and you are so we will be able to see your parents. i missed them.”

“me too. i want to hug them.” single tear went down your cheek. “they wanted to see you.”

“and i am glad to hear that. look down.”

johnny ended your bath but as soon as you were put into the pijamas, you had to throw up. johnny was holding your hair high while you were down on your knees and throwing up to the toilet. after you felt better, johnny brushed your teeth and took you to the bedroom.

“do you love me?”

johnny was caught off guard.

“yes i do. y/n you’re drunk go to sleep.”

“so what. i am drunk but it’s seems like you don’t have. when was the last time we kissed? or had sex? or just hug each other?”

“we haven’t got enough time for it y/n. now sleep and can talk in the morning.”

party starts in a few minuts and you’re in the car with johnny. ride to your parents house wasn’t awkwards since you and johnny made up with each other. johnny apologized to you and atmosphere between you two have been much more easier. during car ride none of you spoke since you liked silent rides in a car. it brought you comfort of safe place with good person.

everyone was eating, cheering, drinking or talking with each other. the youngest members of family were walking around johnny and you since both of you were their favorites among relatives. your mum was taking pictures of everyone having fun because she would love to make an album with photos of her family being happy. as soon as she saw you with johnny together running after kids she had to take a picture. she wishes one day you will be running after your own child.

“come here minyeong. we are going to store, can you stay here alone or you want to go with us?” you asked your boyfriend who was exhausted.

“i am good. please, buy me ice cream too.”

“chocolate one?”

“chocolate one.”

you smiled and left. johnny was finally left alone after long lastings games with children who begged him to play with them. living room was full but everyone was busy with talking and sociolazing sine such an events aren’t frequent among them. young man just sits on the couch and check his phone but quickly after he could feel presence of someone next to him.

“hyemin is getting married soon but when you are going to marry y/n?”

question made johnny dizzy. he looked up to meet your aunt with wide smile on her face. he had never tought of getting married yet. he wasn’t ready to ge married but johnny couldn’t simply imagine family with... you. that question made him annoyed and realized that he had never imagined or wanted to share future with you. family with you. johnny didn’t want to get you pregnant or see you in a white dress.

“we have a lot of time.” johnny laughed. “we are still young but i don’t think anytime soon.”

“aish, johnny.” she slapped his shoulder. “why do you want to wait? you’re getting only older and y/n won’t forever be this pretty. beauty ages, my dear. think about it.”

johnny nodded and aunt left him to go to her children broking glass in the kitchen. tought of marriage, kids and future were going through his mind and he couldn’t focus anymore. well, johnny never tought about it but since your aunt asked he realized it’s not for him. at least not in this relationship with you. his hurt aches because it wasn’t supposed to be like that.

“here’s your ice cream.”

“thank you.”

you left quickly to talk with your cousin and your parents. before you left you looked one last time at johnny and you could tell he was busy thinking about something. johnny at the same time was thinking about his choices and life with you. a lot of things went into his mind since he understood how your relationship looks like. you don’t have much in common. opposite hobbies and you dislike what he likes and vice versa. both of you can’t comunicate well but try to make it up. his toughts were stuck together and more, more and more cons came to his mind while thinking about you. frequent fights are just cherry on top. maybe you aren’t meant for each other?

“dude.” jongin rolled his eyes. “what the fuck did i say?”

“uh-”

johnny couldn’t answer his friend’s question because he was day dreaming.

“what’s with you lately? nevermind. boss wanted you to adjust page for our new client and asked you to come see him after you’re done.”

“ah, thanks jongin.”

older male left with raised eyebrows because of weird behaviour of his friend and co-worker. doyoung was sitting at the other side of office so jonging approached him.

“do you know if something happened to him?”

“i have no clue. he’s like that for a week now.”

“you think it’s because of y/n?”

“most likely.” doyoung looked at johnny. “he mentioned they were fighting and they had made up but still.”

“alright, thanks.”

at the same time you were happy doing your job. mellisa smiled when she noticed your smile and even sooyoung didn’t bother you much. your life was getting slowly together because work is only easier, johnny and you talked and your social life is good. also, you are financly stable and you have no worries for now.

your work today had ended at two pm so you could get to home to make lunch for you and johnny since he will be home in an hour. at the time lunch was gettin ready you cleaned whole place. your being felt much better since it was clean in your apartament. before johnny walked in you made him coffee.

“shit, you didn’t have to all of this.” johnny said as soon as he entered living room. “thank you so much.”

johnny kissed your lips, and hugged you which was first time in a while. it wasn’t that forced.

“no worries. hope you will enjoy it.”

johnny smiled but deep downed he was disapointed in himself. he practiced what he should confess you he would like to take a break or break up completly. he wanted you of course, you made a lot of great memories but it wasn’t enough for none of you. you deserved better. someone who will understand you no matter what. johnny wanted to do it today but he didn’t want to fuck up things you have done for him.

days went by and you felt only better whan johnny feel drained. his mind is at one place and he can never get rid of toughts of break up. he feels like it would be the best since it’s clear you’re not meant for each other but he is scared of breaking your heart.

“y/n can you sit down?” you did as he told. “i think we should talk about it since it’s growing on me more and more. i can’t live like that. both of us should take a break from each other.”

“what?” you were suprised. “i tought we had good time, that we are working things out.”

“we’re not. please, it’s drianing me to the core to do it. i can’t be like that with you since you deserve someone who was destinated for you. i have no idea how to put it in words.”

“johnny we’ve been together for such a long time and now we are broking up?”

“it’s for the best.” he sighed. “i can take things and move out in two days if you don’t mind.”

“of course.” you sobbed. “thank you for everything.”

johnny walked off since he was afraid of crying in front of you. sight of you crying was enough to make him regret his words and whatever he was doing. doubt was hitting him like a knife stabbing his heart. grip tightened on a phone and not clear vision. johnny just broke up with you.

all your friends were concerned about you. no texts from you. no calls. you took week off from work. last time you left your parent’s house was a month ago. parents tried to talk with you but you just ignored them. no one could understand pain you are going through due to break up with love of your life as you tought. you wanted to hug johnny and talk with him. think about other solutions instead of breaking up. you loved him and at some point johnny loved you but it’s seems like faith isn’t at your side.

“dad.” you rolled your eyes. “i don’t want to talk with you.”

“y/n you can’t be locked in your room your whole life.” he scremaed. “left the damn room and act like a human.”

at some point he was right. but you couldn’t help the feeling of loneliness. being wihtout johnny was empty. you felt useless. like some part of you disapeared and can’t come back. your toughts were interrupted by ring.

“what are you doing here?”

you snapped at man standing in doors of your room. it was johnny. he was holding boqute of roses.

“i’ve missed you.”

“now? now you’re missing me?” you hissed. “get the fuck out.”

“let’s talk. your mum called me-”

“why the fuck would she do it.” you raised an eyebrow. “damn it.”

“y/n, plase just a few minutes of conversation.”

“there’s nothing to talk about. we are done.”

“we are but i wanted to see you.”

“what are you playing?” you hissed again. “don’t play with me and my emotions.”

“i am honest right now. i was stressed without you.

“do you want second chance?” you asked strictly. “that’s why you here?”

“not really but i’d appreciate it.” johnny smiled. “i’d like to try.”

“do you think we deserve second chance?” you asked while holding his hand and he nodded. “if you say so.”

month later and you still are in a relationship with johnny. you were happy about it but at the other hand you felt not enough. you were scared johnny will break up with you again even tho he hadn’t give you any signs. image of perfect girlfriend made such a impact on you it was frustrating becase you tried your hardest to show your best side to johnny. also, johnny stopped being so harsh on you. he was soft while being around you. he had felt like second chance wasn’t right choice but it’s seems like he never can make it out the door. he can never leave because he lost all the courage to do it. johnny tought that both of you deserve second chance but it’s impossible. he feels like both of you fail in this relationship but at the other hand he can’t seem to let go. memories hold him tight along with your voice. whenever he sees you all he could think about are memories of you two. everything you have done together. but johnny treats them as past. he never come backs to them and leave it behind. none of you mentiones memories you shared together.

“are you going to make a dinner?” you asked when johnny was standing with pan in his hand.

“i’d like to try.” he smiled. “but i have no idea how or what to do.”

“it’s pretty easy. whatever you’d like to do.”

you smiled and johnny could only whine. in terms of food it was you who cooks here but him and it was one of the thing he tought that could get you close.

“i want to make vegetables with rice.”

“i am not sure if we have everything.”

“then we should chceck.”

johnny was looking for chicken, rice and other ingredients but there was small amount of everything he needed.

“it’s fine. i can go to grocery store.”

“will you? thank you so much.”

store was less than one km so it didn’t take you long to go there. while walking you had different feeling in your chest. something was wrong and you could feel like it was warning. it was driving you crazy how stupid it was.

dinner was good and to bo honest johnny was a good cook. everything tasted just fine and he seems to be proud of himself. after cleaning it was around ten pm and johnny felt heat. something shifted in him. all of sudden he felt need of touching you. feel you.

“i’ve missed doing that.” johnny whispered by your neck. “please, let’s do it tonight or i’ll explode.”

your heart skipped a beat. johnny haven’t touch you in a two months or more and now he is desperate to do it. even tho you wanted to do it you still weren’t sure.

“it wouldn’t be good if you explode.” you giggled

johnny was kissing down your neck and came to your lips. kiss was like a mark of your love which was complicated. both of you let go of any toughts and just went straight to the business.

an hour passed, and johnny was already sleeping but you couldn’t. sleep didn’t want to happen and it was making you annoyed. you will have to be up at seven and you’re craving good sleep but it’s seems like your mind has other plans. all you could think of was johnny. sex with him felt wrong and different. it wasn’t making love but it was.. just sex. empty. that’s how it felt to you and you had no idea why. you loved johnny but you felt it’s not the same from his side. for last month he tried his best but it didn’t feel right. it was fake. your intuition tried to warn you but you are ignoring it.

17.10.2021 was a date when johnny asked on a meeting. it wasn’t date. for sure it wasn’t. deep down you felt that something that happenes today will make your life different. not sure what but you kind of feel coming to an end. johnny is going to be at home around seven and then take you to the place he choose. you still had some time so you managed to get dressed in a beautiful red dress johnny bought you on your second anniversary. black high heels, pair of pearls and light makeup with red lips. you even straighten your hair because you wanted to feel pretty tonight. your guts told you it’s night changes. changes will happen tonight for sure. looking in to the mirror made you smile softly because you looked as beautiful as ever.

“i can’t believe we’re here.” you said when you saw similiar diner. “i’ve missed this place so much.”

“me too. i tought we should visit it.”

johnny tried not to look at you too much because he couldn’t focus.

“your grandma still take good care of it.” he nodded. “nothing has changed.”

“yeah, it’s seems like we’re on our date from three years ago again.”

“i know right.”

johnny made an order and you waited. his grandma smiled widely when she noticed both of you having a table. she was happy because of her grandson and his girlfriend.

“it feels differet now. maybe place is the same but our goal is different.” both of you giggled but it was one of this awkward ones. “it’s so awkward, oh god.”

“i know what do you mean, johnny.” you smiled even tho you felt like crying. “if you’re going to let me down, do it gently. i can’t live any longer in such a situation.”

johnny already felt scared.

“we’ve spent perfect three years together. every thing we have done together is preciours and is one of my most valuable memories. i love you y/n and i’ll will for sure for some time more. i wish we could spend more time together but we’re in blind spot.” you didn’t want to cry but tears were faster. “we’re not meant for each other. i guess we don’t feel each other gasps. we’re too diferent and we are fighting way too much. our passion on love disapeared long ago.”

“johnny don’t tell me you love me. maybe you did a long ago at some point but if you’d love me everything would go another way. our love is like water under the bridge. it’s a past we don’t regonize today.” few tears wend down your cheeks. “maybe i’m not the one for you. i mean, for sure i am not. we don’t fit each other as we tought, don’t we?”

johnny felt like he is going to lose it when he saw you crying.

“i tried to make our time better. i wanted to but it’s impossible. maybe in another universe we are bond to be together.”

“i hope we’re happy in another universe.”

“for sure we are. it’s hard for me to do it but we have to part our ways y/n.” single tear went down his cheek but he was fast to get rid of it. “i’ve spent my best years by your side. i am thankful for everything we had. i am thankful for you and your presence in my life. i don’t know what else should i do.”

“you see, i didn’t want much. i have never asked you for much all i wanted was you to love me but unierse has other plans towards us. i still love you but you’re right. our relationship is past and we’re not meant for each other. i want you to be happy with me but it’s not possible.” you smiled through tears. “please, take care of yourself and find your other half in some time but don’t do it too quickly.”

man in front of you knew what you meant. even tho you’re in present you think of past. whole relationship is past now. johnny suh is now your past.

“of course y/n. just know i’ve truly loved you and i appreciate you today. our love wasn’t enough to keep us together back in days.” johnny didn’t notice when he was crying. “it’s hard to let go of person you spend most of your life with.” he giggled sadly. “let’s eat and move on.”

all you could do was to nodd. johnny and you split ways after few years. time was right but it was wrong person. love you had in yourself wasn’t supposed to be johnny’s but someone else who was mystery for now. for today you know it but you don’t want to let go of you, now, ex boyfriend. you wish it was a nightmare and you wake up to johnny holding you tight.

grandma noticed both of you were crying. she was confused because johnny didn’t tell her anything specific about your date.

eating while crying was different kind of pain and you felt like an idiot. johnny didn’t even look up because he would start crying again and he knew his grandma was watching both of you from afar.

“it was lovely time.” you spoke while getting up. “i’m going to go. take care of yourself johnny.” he was looking at you but you avoid his gaze. taking your things you left.

grandma was looking at you with concern. “aigoo, why are you crying? did something happen?”

“no.” you smiled. “food was amazing as always. thank you.” you bowed.

an older woman didn’t have a chance to ask another question since you already left moving towards bus station. she just looked at her grandson and come there quickly.

“what happened?” she sat in front of him and johnny just couldn’t keep it in. he was crying like a little boy. “aigo, my child.”

older woman came to him and held him tightly, comforting him.

“me and y/n broke up.”

“aish, my love.” she whispered. “that means you weren’t destinated. i am sad she wasn’t the one but there is no reason to let yourself down. you need time.”

half a year later

your life changed a bit. you dropped job you had to get hired in a new company. your friends and co-workers tried to make you stay but you knew if you do then you will never get rid of johnny, and you will never be to move on. besides your new job was much better and they paid you ten times more. thanks to money you earned you could buy a small house at the edge of the town. it took you a while to move on from johnny. many nights and many crying hours passed until you were able to get over him. you declined any contact with him to avoid feelings and ache in your heart.

“i am so proud of you now.” jongin took a sip of coffee. “i am glad you’re doing good now. and i’m glad we’re basicaly neighbours.”

“me too. it’s good to have you next to me and thank you. i feel better now.”

jongin and you were in johnny’s grandma diner.

“don’t you think about him no more?”

“i don’t think so.” while talking you were looking at the view and you could remember memories of you and him. “i still love him deep down but i don’t think about him much. i am free of him.”

“good for you. your healing process is done now. it’s time for you to open your heart to other people. stop liviing in the past and live your present.”

laugh and giggles could be hear around you. you felt at peace now. while your conversation, mrs. suh was looking at you with warm smile. she adored the way you was now much happier than she had ever seen you before. she also wished her grandson was the one with you right now but she knew it’s not supposed to be like that.

“ma? what you’re looking at-”

johnny asked but quickly went silent when he looked at the spot his grandma was looking at. sight of you laughing with jongin made him sick. all the memories hit him in a seconds. he could only stare and watch both of you having fun.

“i think it’s her other half she needs.” she whispered to his ear. “they’re meant for each other johnny. i see it in the way they look at each other.”

“he is my co-worker.”

“so what?” she slapped him in the shoulder. “you can’t take his happines to granted because you’re friends at work. i guess she still loves you and isn’t ready for relatonship but when it will happen don’t do anything stupid. she doesn’t know yet.”

“if that’s what makes her happy.”

of course johnny had a bit of feelings to you. they have never disapeared completly and it was killing him. he had no idea it was jongin who was supposed to yours from the beginning and not johnny.

while you were talking with jongin, you could feel someone was watching you. at the corner of your eye you caught well known sillhouete of your ex boyfriend. johnny was looking at you few more seconds and was gone. sudden urge to cry took best of you but jongin was there to take care of it. jongin was comforting you while you were crying because of love towards your ex.

couples aren’t perfect from the beginning and in the most cases none of them were meant for each other just like you and your ex. everything comes to and end and that’s how your relationship looked like. past. it was painful past you can’t live in forever. johnny suh was your past and love both of you shared was like a water under the bridge - unspoken past.

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