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luvyeni · 1 year

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—｛🎂｝BLOWJOBS; W/ NCT 127

pairings. boyfriend!nct127 x fem!reader

wc. 1.3k+

warnings. oral (m. receiving) , facials , cum eating

authors note. remember i write mark and haechan with dream

—｛🍰｝... TAEYONG ⋮ at the studio !

your boyfriend always gets so stressed when he's in the studio , luckily you're there to relieve him of that stress.

"i'll be back in a few , and then we can finish." the producer got up , leaving the room. as soon as the door closed , you were on your knees , unbuttoning his pants. "let me take the edge off." he groaned , lifting his hip , letting you pull his pants and underwear down. "fuck , baby put it in your mouth." he groaned. you took him into your mouth , he sighed knocking his head back. "fuck baby just like that." his moans were whiny and airy as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. "fuck baby , hurry up before they come back." you took him all the way down your throat , gagging around his cock. "sh..shit baby , -fuck- im cumming, ngh! " he filled up your mouth with his cum , griping the chair so hard his knuckles were white.

"fu..fuck baby i feel so much better."

—｛🍰｝... TAEIL ⋮ waking him up !

he often woke you up with oral , knowing it made your day much better. so you one day you decide to return the favor.

you woke up earlier than he did , so he wouldn't have a chance to get up before you did. shimmying up the the covers , pulling his pants down his morning wood standing tall , precum forming at the tip making your mouth water. you licked his tip , his thighs twitched, you smirked , lowering your mouth on him , he groaned , still sleeping. you stroked off what you couldn't fit into your mouth. taeil's eyes fluttered open , the feeling of your mouth on his cock had stuttering. "o..oh fuck , fuck baby your mouth feels so good." he whimpered, trying not to thrust up into your mouth , the blanket now on the floor , the full few of your mouth on his cock , finally waking up. "oh shit babe , im gonna cum." his head thrashed against the pillow as he came , you sucked on his tip , finally taking him out of your mouth.

"fuck princess , thank you for waking me like that."

—｛🍰｝... JOHNNY ⋮ in the kitchen !

you're just an insatiable girlfriend with a oral fixation who wants your boyfriend all the time , even if that means blowing him in the kitchen with his friends right there.

johnny felt you following behind him into the kitchen , turning around to face you , you immediately getting on your knees , pulling at his pants. "whoa baby , what are you doing , the guys" you pouted , looking up at him. "please , i need you in my mouth." your eyes were glazed over as you pawed at his clothed cock. "o..oh fuck , okay." you moved quickly , unbuckling his pants , pulling them down with his underwear , his cock springing out. he groaned , biting his fist as you took him into your mouth , his cock heavy on his tongue, humming in satisfaction. "sh..shit baby , so desperate to have something in your mouth." he whispered , you bobbed your head up and down , swallowing around his cock , he gripped the counter. "oh shit baby im gonna cum." he groaned. "ngh fuck." his cum flooded your mouth , he pulled out some getting on your lip , he brushed his thumb across your lip , sticking it back into your mouth , you smiled finally satisfied.

"fuck you're so nasty baby."

—｛🍰｝... YUTA ⋮ before a show !

he calls it his warm up , pulling you into a random room , shoving his pants down , telling you to get on your knees.

"yuta , you have like 10 minutes before you have to go on stage." you said as he pulled you into empty closet , pulling his pants down. "that's fine baby , i can destroy your throat in 10 minutes , get on your knees." he pulled his cock out , grabbing it , slapping it against your lips. "come on open your mouth baby." he stroked his cock , you opened your mouth and he shoved himself inside your mouth, pushing you all the way down on his cock , before thrusting inside your mouth. "fu..fuck baby , take my cock." he groaned , taking all your hair gathering it into a ponytail , holding your head still as he used your mouth , gagging around his cock. "fuck , su..such a slut , letting me use your mouth like this , fuck im gonna cum." he pushed your head all the way down , cumming. "shit." he pulled out of your mouth , you cough, spit and cum covering your lips.

"poor baby , your face is such a mess , they're definitely gonna know what we were doing."

—｛🍰｝... DOYOUNG ⋮ while he's on the phone !

sometimes you just like being a brat , and to get under his skin , catching him while he's on the phone is a sure way to piss him off.

you were literally in the the position , ready to take him into your mouth , when his stupid phone rang. "don't answer." you whined , kitty licking his tip. "sh..shit , i have to , it's my manager , just stop for a minute." you scoffed as he answered. you being the brat you were, you weren't gonna stop , kitty licking his tip once more taking his tip into your mouth sucking on it, he bit his lip , glaring down at you while he tried to listen to whatever his manager was talking about. you slowly sink down on him , he throws his head back as you bob your head up and down , the playfulness evident in your eyes pissing him off. "hy..hyung, i understand, i have to go now." he hung up , throwing his phone , grabbing your hair , pushing you all the way down , you gagged around his length.

"i was gonna be nice and let you go at your own pace , now im gonna use your mouth like the slut you are."

—｛🍰｝... JAEHYUN ⋮ in the shower !

surprising your boyfriend in the shower with a blowjob is a sure way to fucked hard every single time.

you pushed the door open , startling your boyfriend. "baby , what are you doing?" he smirked as you climbed into the shower , sinking down to your knees , looking up at him through your wet lashes. "fuck baby , you want me in your mouth?" you nodded , grabbed his cock , stroking it until he got hard. "please." you kissed his tip. "fuck no teasing." he hissed , and you took him all the way , gagging around his length. "fuck , your mouth feels heavenly baby." his licked his lips , moving his hips. "sh..shit , gonna cum on that pretty face." he groaned. "shit , baby girl gonna cum." he pulled out of your mouth , jerking his cock off until he came on your face with a string of curse words. "so fucking sexy." he pulled you up , pushing you up against the shower wall.

"gotta reward my pretty girl for taking my cock down her pretty throat like that."

—｛🍰｝... JUNGWOO ⋮ during a live !

you like catching him off gaurd , knowing that he'll have a hard time trying to conceal his moans , while trying to talk to fans.

you knew he was live , but that didn't stop you from getting on your knees , crawling under the desk , pushing his legs open , scooting in between his legs. his eyes looking down for a second , your eyes were low as you pulled his pants down to his ankles. "i'm sorry , im a bit distracted." his breathing hitched as you kissed his tip. "i..i'm sorry , i..i hit my toe." he swallowed hard as you licked up the base of his cock , taking him into your mouth. you scratched his sensitive thighs , a low groan coming from his mouth , his cock twitch , he was gonna cum. "o..oh my- i have to go , i love you guys." he waved , turning the camera off. "sh..shit baby , baby im gonna cum." he thrusted up into your mouth. "i'm cumming!" his eyes squeezed shut as he came into your mouth , catching his breath , you kissed his thighs , he whined.

"baby , they probably know something was going on."

©️LUVYENI

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ncityprincess · 4 days

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What turns Nct 127 on the most about you

Minors do not interact

Taeil

Seeing you be so caring and attentive toward him. Whether it’s you baking him his favorite treats, or knowing exactly what to wear to turn him on. Something about you just getting him makes him want to bend you over and pound you.

Johnny

Watching you struggle underneath him. Not necessarily in a sadistic way, but in complete adoration and amusement. He loves to coo at you while listening to your breathy whines and watching you squirm all because of him.

Taeyong

Seeing how messy and filthy you can get. Loves to see you decorated in your own drool and sweat. But he also loves to decorate you with his spit, sweat and cum as if you were his work of art. The naughtiness of it all is what gets him.

Yuta

the way your eyes pierce into his with the hottest, most desperate look on your face. It’s a cross between you being unable to process the amount of pleasure he’s giving you, and you silently crying for more.

Doyoung

the intimacy of knowing that you two are the only ones experiencing what goes down in your bedroom. Knowing that he can let out his filthiest fantasies with you, and that no one will ever know what really goes on gets him off.

Jaehyun

watching your ass bounce up and down on his cock in reverse cowgirl. The curve of your back, your plush thighs, and you desperately leaning forward to grab his legs for more support has him ready to blow.

Jungwoo

seeing you enjoy yourself during the act. Gets a huge adrenaline rush when he watches you play with your own breasts while his mouth is massaging your clit.

Mark

watching his cock move in and out of your tight hole. Sometimes he thrusts dangerously slow into you, really savoring the gushy sounds your bodies make. Other times he’s stuck in a trance, pounding into you like a madman, gaze permanently fixed where your bodies meet.

Haechan

hearing you moan for him like a whore. He really loves those long, staccato moans. He has a huge smile plastered on his face while he fucks into you from behind, coaxing the most beautiful sounds out of you.

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neowinestainedress · 7 months

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between us — johnny suh

title: between us

pairing: professor!johnny x lawyer!oc x fem!reader | husband!johnny x wife!oc x fem!reader

summary: you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore.

genre: smut, fluff, plot, mxfxf, married couple, established relationship, age gap, bisexual characters, aged up johnny (to his early 30)

warnings: age gap, daddy/mommy issues, smut, sexual tension, 3some, mxfxf, dom/sub dynamics, mdom, fdom(oc), fsub(reader), mentions of s*x toys, unprotected s*x, pet names (honey, babe, doll...), or*l s*x (reader receiving and fem giving), fing*ring (reader receiving and fem giving), n!pple play, dirty talk, praise, minor degradation, size k!nk, 1 face slap, 1 *ss slap, 1 cl!t slap, hair pulling, talks of face f*cking, dp and face sitting, sub space, overstimulation, reader goes non-verbal at the end, aftercare | inclusivity notes: reader’s hair can be grabbed bc i’m degenerated and needed to write hair pulling during or*l, there are no descriptions of the texture and type tho, reader wears hair in different hairstyles (not specified), reader feels small because she’s shorter than them and in general feels ‘intimidated’ (body type is not specified), no use of y/n

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wc: 16.590k

a/n: i’m sure this isn’t what people were expecting when i talked about writing mxfxf, but what can i say, this idea came to me and i had to write it. at first, it was supposed to be less complicated, just hot steamy sex with two hot almost-dilf-and-milf but you know me by now, if it’s not deep and complicated we don’t write it here. disclaimer: they are all bi and this is not just a straight couple using a bisexual person to spice up their s*xual life, i can’t say more because i don’t want to spoil anything but i just wanted to make this clear. i hope you’ll enjoy, if you do please leave feedback with asks or reblog (so the story reaches more people) also this is the first time i write smut between two women so please let me know if it’s good!! love u ♡

The Suhs are by now a known presence in your life. Since Mr. Suh started teaching at your father’s university, it became almost impossible to not see him for more than two days straight.

You don’t feel like blaming your father. Actually, you get it. Mr. Suh is a charming, brilliant man in his early thirties. After years of studying and being an assistant, he started teaching English literature at another prestigious university, the one your father is president of. And in his free time —and you wonder how he did that— he even wrote a few books, the first ones being analyses of writers’ works, and then a successful mystery novel.

You like him, even if he intimidates you a bit. He’s a person you can have interesting conversations with, maybe too interesting. You can’t understand what hides behind his elegant attire; either suits and ties or brown pants and polos or vests, his brown hair is always pulled back, only occasionally some loose strands fall on his forehead and make him appear less put together. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him dressed casually, or crack a joke, but then again, it’s not really your place to know.

But Mr. Suh, also known as Johnny, is never alone when he comes to your parents’ house, or tags along at dinners, parties, and more, anything that your father likes to organize with his academic clique.

His wife, Aaliyah Taylor Suh, is always with him. She’s not less interesting or intimidating than him. Mrs. Suh is a drop-dead gorgeous woman in her early thirties like her husband. She’s an amazing lawyer, working at one of the top firms in the city, and probably that’s also why she comes off as piercing to you, it’s like she always knows what to say and do, and you struggle to keep up. And just like her husband, it’s also in the way she presents herself; she’s always perfect with her long goddess braids that reach her waist which is always perfectly hugged by the beautiful, expensive suits or dresses she wears.

This should pretty much sum up why you don’t talk much with them, even if they’re nice —at least it seems from the few conversations you had— you don’t feel at their level. Not only do they look like gods in your eyes, but they also fit the perfect stereotype of the rich, powerful couple that makes heads turn around every time they walk into a room —yours included— and the small, yet significant, age gap only makes it worse.

It would be easier to talk with them if your father wouldn’t constantly remind you that. He always had a passion to turn you and your dreams down, but since they are part of your life, it only worsened. Your father never misses the occasion to point your flaws out; how clumsy you are, walking around and stumbling on your own feet, dropping things every now and then, and messing up your words during speeches. Instead, he’s amazed by their brains and how quickly they became successful, they spent years on books and still never lost each other and found time to get married, they accomplished everything you haven’t, and it seems impossible for him to not slam it in your face.

And you agree, partially. You envy them. They seem to always be at the right place, at the right time, never saying a word wrong, and always looking straight out of Vogue. You’re also jealous of their love, you don’t know what a stable relationship looks like —not that you care to know, nobody your age seems to be doing it for you— unlike their stable, lasting marriage that is the deal closing off a just as long period of dating. They were high-school sweethearts, and you envy the way they still look at each other. Nobody ever looked at you like that, as if you meant the world to them. And you don’t understand how they survived all these years, you almost went insane during college, the two relationships you tried to have failed like a ship sinking in a storm. And now that you’re free, you’re still suffering the aftermath of all the stress you’ve been through.

So you struggle to understand why they circle around you like moths to a flame.

It all started months ago. At first, it was only longing gazes, you could always feel them on you, and you always thought that there was something wrong with you; your make-up smudged, your hair out of place, your clothes dirty or crumpled up, but, even if you weren’t like them, there was nothing wrong with you.

Then, one night, things started to make more sense.

It was late, around 10 pm. As much as you couldn’t stand your father, you tried to tag along as much as possible to find some connections career-wise. You could’ve asked him a favour —doubting he would do it— but you had no intention of making him take credit for your future. You preferred talking with his academic friends or critics on your own, it hadn’t been successful yet, but you won’t give up.

You were standing in the kitchen, a glass in hand as you tried to drown in the alcohol and forget every word you had heard from your father when Mr. Suh approached you first.

“Tiring, isn’t it?” Mr. Suh’s voice brought you back to reality. His build, tall form leaning against the fridge as he stared at you with a small smirk on his face, his hair was falling a bit more freely since the gel had given up after the whole night —day, you’d dare to say, you’re not so sure he had time to go back home and get ready for this dinner again.

You tried not to get lost in his beauty and swiftly hummed, nodding. “Yeah, but at least the wine is good.”

Mr. Suh snickered, starting to walk over to you, a hand in his hair as he shook it back. “Pinot?”

Your eyes moved up in his, he was standing so close you could feel his breath hit your face, and you struggled to find the words. Throat dry and hands so sweaty you were sure you would’ve dropped the glass on the ground. “Yeah, Pinot, or at least, I think so,” you mumbled, giggling awkwardly as you looked down and took a step back, trying to put some distance between you two.

“Can I have a taste?” He asked, tilting his head to the side, his piercing gaze staring right into your soul.

You should’ve told him that surely there were some glasses left outside, or maybe opted to take a look in the wine rack behind him, but you didn’t, and your hand moved to his almost right away.

You watched him smile in a ‘thank you,’ before his lips met the glass, alcohol pouring down his throat, a bit too messily for his usual put-together act, a drop dripping on his chin against his tan skin.

Mr. Suh smiled, humming happily as he handed the —almost empty— glass back to you. “As imagined, my favourite,” he winked.

“Oh, good — good. I — I like it too,” you slurred, panicking and feeling so small. And guilty because something about all of this felt so wrong and dirty and you immediately thought of Mrs. Taylor. Was Johnny flirting or were you too horny to think straight? They were a perfect couple, they couldn’t be cheating, right?

So, you scrolled your head, and said goodbye to him, quickly walking out of the room with the excuse ‘you were sure your father was looking for you’ but in reality, you just needed a breath of fresh air.

Unfortunately, it didn’t stop there. You would find yourself alone with Mr. Suh more than you wished to, and he was always so subtle with everything that you started to think you were going insane. He couldn’t have possibly brushed his hand against yours as he walked by your side to go to his wife, right? And he couldn’t have willingly rested a hand on your lower back when he walked behind you, trying to make way to get to your father? And why would he call you ‘honey’ with that sweet, intoxicating, slightly condescending tone, and only when you two were alone? His voice was always sensual, but you could swear it would drop even lower when he had you alone in the kitchen or in the library you spent some much time in, lecturing you about some poem or book, watching as you hung from his lips.

Anyway, you thought you could deal with it, you would only see him when your dad invited them, and even if it was a lot, you could stick with your mother —a slightly more likeable presence to you that wasn’t best friend with the Suhs.

Things worsened when Mrs. Suh started talking to you. The first, serious, conversation was about a pretty boring thing, some case she was working on. But there was something in the way she talked to you, laughing as she dismissed the conversation and simply stared into your eyes before asking to talk about yourself. Unlike her husband, she was curious, almost as if she wanted to get deep into you and discover things you probably didn’t even know about yourself.

And you froze. You had nothing to say. Everything that came to your mind was either too boring or too wild to be known to her.

“So? Too many secrets to hide?” She joked, showing you her pearly white teeth before winking.

“No, uhm,” you mumbled, trying to find the words, but losing them again when your eyes fell on her hands, golden jewellery shining on her fingers as they wrapped around the flute so delicately and yet sensually before she brought the glass to her full lips tinted with dark purple. Your head snapped up, trying to control your breath and not show the erratic movements of your chest, and squeezing your thighs together for some reason. “I’m working. Yes, busy working and trying to survive my dad.” Busy. You wrote for a small magazine online that paid you dust; reason why you were back living with your parents and kept writing your book, hoping to finish it and publish it one day and get the chance to be as far as possible from that house.

She smirked, and you could see it wasn’t because she was happy with your answer but almost as if she was having the time of her life at the way you were acting. “So, work and dad make you, you?”

“No,” you replied right away, slightly offended too. “I thought we were talking about… about things… happening now.”

A low chuckle rolled out of her lips, “I’d love to get to know you better, you know? Your family is so outgoing, they can’t keep anything in, but you…” she paused, eyes looking at you up and down, “you’re so secretive, reserved, like a candy to unwrap.”

You gulped, fearing she had the wrong idea about you and her husband and was planning a way to kill you. Aaliyah wasn’t stupid, of course she had seen the way Johnny talked to you and, worse, the way you reacted. She was also a lawyer, a brilliant one, you doubt some of her clients were even innocent and yet they got away with everything, she could stand up for herself in court, and Johnny would find a poetic way to get rid of your body and turn this into the plot of his next success.

“I… I…”

“You should spend some time with us,” she said, smiling, crossing her legs and moving her braids behind, showing her cleavage, “you know, at our place, alone. No family getting in the way, no father painting you bad. Just adults having fun.”

“Oh,” you gasped, gulping as you felt the air in your lungs disappear. “Sure, I’d love to.” But the truth is, you wouldn’t survive being alone with them.

“Beautiful dress, by the way,” she complimented, getting up and walking past you, “shows all the right curves.”

That was the start of everything. Unfortunately, she had no intention of killing you. Instead, she seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you better, saving you from your father by engaging in conversations with you when you were all at the same table, asking what you liked, and mostly, complimenting you. At first, it could’ve been mistaken for a ‘girls support girls’ kind of moment, but quickly you started to perceive something else. Her looks, her touches and her words weren’t any different than Mr. Suh’s ones, so lingering, so secretive, and teasing, feeling like a breeze that taunts your skin with a sense of relief that’s never meant to come.

Two months have passed since that moment, and your plans of keeping the distance crumble apart when you find yourself alone with them.

It’s not the first time, but you feel today might be more difficult to deal with. Your father is stuck with an idea of you from when you were five years old and in constant need of supervision, or else you can’t explain why he almost treats them as your babysitters.

‘We’ll be out today, look after her,’ these are the words your father exclaims before walking out of the Villa he owned on this lake abandoned by God, your mother already at the car parked in the driveway.

You’re not a child but you surely act like one, rolling your eyes and letting out a loud grunt before puffing out air.

Mr. Suh laughs, humming lowly before turning to you. “You’re still a child in his eyes, aren’t you? His sweet, innocent, little baby.”

That comment shouldn’t have had any effect on you, yet, it does. It feels like he is implying something else, it’s clear in his tone and especially his eyes. But you shake it off, laughing before replying ‘yes,’ and then running up the stairs with a faint goodbye. You hear Mrs. Taylor say something, probably asking you to stay, but you pretend you don’t hear and disappear into your room.

You can avoid them only for so long before you don’t know what to do anymore and decide to go downstairs —terrible decision.

You think they left, so you walk outside to read a book under the porch and enjoy a cold lemonade, but when you step into the garden you see them by the pool.

Aaliyah is laughing tenderly at Johnny who’s dancing on the trampoline, winking at her before jumping in the pool, splashing water around, making her turn around and cover her face more with the large floppy hat she’s wearing.

You feel like dying, this is not how you want to see them, and you have to force your eyes up, not making them fall on her ass. You’re still in time to go back, just one step behind and you can go upstairs as if nothing happened, but you’re not quick enough.

“Hey,” Mr. Suh greets you. “We were hoping you would join us,” he smiles at you, walking out of the pool by the stairs, scrolling the water out of his hair before pushing it behind.

You gulp, which is the only thing you can do to try to water your throat —and more embarrassingly, don’t moan at the sight of his sculpted body. And then you smile, a tight forced smile as you still stand like a statue. “Oh, I won’t join you, I just wanted to read.”

Mrs. Suh snickers and you watch her turn around to stand out of the pool, strong arms lifting her body up —and only now you realize that she’s pretty ripped too, the soft curves complimented by the signed abs, toned arms, and thighs.

“You go to the gym together?” Dumbly slips out of your mouth and by the time you cover it with your hands it’s already too late, but the comment makes them smile.

“You pay attention to details, don’t you?” She asks, clicking her tongue and smirking. She then takes the hat off, letting the braids fall on her back before she sits on the round table, pulling a chair out to gesture you to take a seat. “And I don’t train as much as he does, prefer pilates actually.”

“Oh,” you reply, momentarily bringing your attention to Johnny who’s now sitting on the other chair, leaving you the seat in the middle. “Heard is good for the body, nice choice.”

“Are you going to sit, or do we have to drag you here?” Mr. Suh jokes, head pointing at the empty space between them.

You shake your head, looking down as you take a deep breath and force your legs to work. You can do that, you just have to sit in the middle of the hottest couple you’ve ever laid eyes on and that for some reason loves to tease you, you’ll be fine.

“See, it wasn’t that hard,” she says when your ass touches the chair, book and lemonade resting in front of you on the round table.

“So, enjoying your break?” Johnny asks and then throws his hair back to scroll some more water out, but that makes you lose your focus and gulp nervously.

“Yeah, needed a vacation. Would be better if it wasn’t with my father,” you add, looking down.

She chuckles. “You two really don’t get along. Poor thing, he doesn’t get you, does he?”

You hesitate to reply, 1) you don’t get if she’s mocking you and 2) you wouldn’t care because the way she called you poor thing makes you feel things.

“He thinks I’m a child. I mean, he treats you like babysitters, I’m an adult,” you reply when your brain starts working again, and sadness fills your expression.

“Sure you are,” Johnny adds, chuckling, and you frown. “Sorry, it’s just funny that when you get mad at him, you act a bit childlike. Teenagers-like, if it makes you feel better.”

You sigh, frowning as you stare at him. “You think I’m stupid?”

“What?” He asks, brows raising.

“You think I’m as stupid as he thinks I am? Because the way he talks about me would make anybody think I’m this clueless, hopeless, dumb woman who has no idea what she’s doing with her life.”

Aaliyah chuckles tenderly, “Honey, you’re smart. Johnny can’t quite shut up about you after you two talk. He loves your takes on authors and the way you write, says he would love to have you work with him somehow.”

You almost stop breathing. He talks about you to his wife? He remembers what you say during your conversation or when you talk about what you write? Damn, you doubt people even listen to you.

“Oh, thanks,” yet, this is the only thing you mumble, and it’s fine like this. Anything else coming from your mouth could dangerously be a squeal.

“Anyway,” she says, leaning closer, making you move back and hold your breath, only to damn yourself when her fingers brush on your skin to wipe away something that dropped on you with the wind, “your dad’s not here now, why don’t you join us by the pool and stop stressing about him?”

You smile but shake your head. “No, it’s fine, I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure? The water is perfect,” Johnny adds, standing up and towering over you. “Couldn’t convince my sweet wife to jump in but maybe you’re braver than her,” he winks, and you don’t have the courage to turn around and see if she saw.

“Oh…” you whisper and then look at the pool. If only he knew the problem wasn’t the water, you wouldn’t think twice about jumping in.

“Oh, come on,” Mrs. Suh pleads, and before you can realize it, her hands are wrapped around your wrist. This is the first time she touches you, not a caress, not a tease, but a firm hold on you, and it shouldn’t send shivers down your spine, but it does. Her fingers are slim and soft, and you find yourself wishing you could feel them more, preferably somewhere else on your body.

“Wait,” you try to retort, but you have no choice. She’s dragging you to the edge of the pool and Johnny is walking right behind you, you’d be trapped either way.

“Here,” she says, coming to a stop when you reach the border of the pool. “Much better than sipping lemonade while reading a book all alone, right?”

“I don’t have a bikini,” you say, only now realizing you didn’t go downstairs for that.

“Are you wearing lace?” Johnny asks, walking so close that you can feel the heat of his body.

“Wh-why do you care?”

“Dummy,” he chuckles, “if you’re not, you can jump in anyway, it won’t ruin the lingerie.”

“Oh, of course, yeah, of course,” you mumble, looking away to don’t show how embarrassed you are. But their laughs —even if lighthearted— don’t help you at all, and you still feel trapped between them. “No, by the way, I have no reason to wear lace,” you add, trying to fill the silence.

“Really?” Aaliyah asks, tilting her head to the side. You turn around, facing the pool so you can look at them both —and fool yourself you have a way out now that your back is free.

“Well, yes… I’m… I’m not really people’s type,” you mutter, torturing the inside of your cheeks and your fingers.

Johnny snickers, “Weird, you look exactly like —” he doesn’t finish though, and you barely see the glance his wife gives him to stop him. “I’m sure you are someone’s type.”

You nod, but your brain is slowly melting, from the weather, from their closeness, and now because you can’t understand why she stopped him and what he truly wanted to say.

“Undress,” she says resolutely, and you’re brought back to earth, staring at her with wide eyes. “To swim… remember?” she finishes, head tilted to the side and a mocking smirk on her face. You know she’s having the time of her life watching you panic, you’re giving it all way, from the way your breath falters to the way your chest heavies.

“Sure, to swim,” you repeat but it’s more to ground yourself. You hope the water is freezing cold, so maybe your body can cool down, and so can your thoughts. You quickly lift your dress over your shoulders and by the time you can see again, you see them in the water, standing right in front of you, leaning against the other side of the pool.

“Are you coming?” Johnny asks, voice raspy but clear.

You hum, kneeling down, feeling the water with your hand. It’s not cold enough to calm you down and to make you take time, you have to jump in. So, you do. It’s not too deep and you can walk to them.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Aaliyah voices out, deeply breathing in the air and moving her fingers in abstract figures on the surface.

“Yeah. I…” you look down, watching your bra and how little it covers, the damp fabric highlighting your hard nipples even more.

“Shy?” It rolls from her tongue like venom, so sweet yet poisonous as her eyes lock in yours.

“No, no,” you laugh awkwardly. “Why would I?”

“We wouldn’t blame you, we can come off as quite intimidating at times,” Johnny says, the corner of his lips twitching in a smirk before it relaxes.

“You don’t intimidate me,” you lie, chuckling and crossing your arms on your chest.

She laughs. “My nipples are hard too, babe. It’s the cold,” she reassures you with a smile, but you don’t feel better. You’re not so sure it’s only the cold, you think they became this hard a few minutes ago when you were practically sandwiched between them.

“Why did you come here?” You ask out of nowhere, and their expressions change. “I’m sorry, it’s not like I don’t want you here,” you explain, “but you could do vacations on your own and don’t have to suffer through my father, so I don’t understand.”

“Thought we said not to talk about him?” She says, raising a brow.

“Well, I want to talk about you. You two have it all, you’re rich, powerful, smart, in love, and yet, you…” you float around me, always, constantly, “...you spend so little time together.”

Mr. Suh laughs, his head rolling back for a second. “We’re always together. I come home to her, not your father,” he jokes and she laughs, nodding in agreement.

“Also, this might not be the only vacation we will do this year. We always go to Santorini in September before Uni starts,” she adds.

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek.

“But let’s talk about you,” she says. “Why are you here? Your brothers didn’t come.”

“My brothers can do whatever they want, I can’t.”

“Why?” This time Johnny is the one asking.

“I’d let him down,” you add, lowering your gaze because you don’t like the look of pity behind their eyes. “But I don’t want to think about him. You’re good at diving,” you change the subject, addressing Johnny, hoping it will be enough to move the focus from you.

“Thanks,” he replies, a proud smirk on his face.

“Don’t stroke his ego, he’s going to jump again and splash around,” she jokes, rolling her eyes.

“You’re already wet, so why would it be a problem?” He smirks, and then turns to you and winks, making you choke on your own saliva, but you try to cover it up with a fit of cough, something that makes the couple giggle under their breath more.

Aaliyah swims to you, pushing you back so Johnny can have space and maybe don’t drown you with his jump. Your skin is on fire as her hands place on your back as she guides you and you’re thankful your feet can touch because you can barely walk, so imagine swimming.

“He was in the swimming team in high school,” Aaliyah explains, covering her eyes from the sun with a hand and squeezing them so she can watch Johnny. You mimic her, humming at her words. “He was so good, I think I fell in love on the bleachers watching him swim.”

You chuckle tenderly and try to imagine a younger version of them, and you can almost see them. You wonder if their personalities were the same more than ten years ago, you wonder how they looked, you wonder if they would’ve ever imagined to still be here after so many years. But in any version you come up with, you still don’t fit. Actually, it makes you look like a stain even more.

“Your love is… strong,” you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.

“It is,” she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, “even though weird things happen sometimes.”

You giggle, frowning. “Weird things?” Your voice is shaking, and you don’t want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.

“What are you talking about? Praising me?” Mr. Suh asks, grinning, running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.

“Not about you, nothing impressive about that jump,” she jokes. “About us.”

“Us?”

She hums. “I was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.”

You want to ask about the weird things, you want to ask so much more, but you don’t. And you simply stand there, watching Mr. Suh’s hands wrap around her body, feeling jealousy in the pit of your stomach.

The whole thing gets more intense as time passes by. You’re curious about them, as individuals and as a couple, and you can’t deny the tension anymore. Not tonight.

The three of you haven’t really spoken, mostly because you slipped away as soon as you crossed ways, and after a few tries, they stopped trying to approach you. But the buzzing chemistry is strong across the room.

You try not to look at them, you even try to engage in conversation with your father —when he’s not attached to Mr. Suh’s ass— and some of his other friends, but it’s useless. Your head always turns in their direction, it’s almost like a voice is luring you in.

You guess you look dumb from the outside, and you’re sure that if you looked at yourself in the mirror you would tell yourself to work on the way you stare at —almost strangers— with eyes filled with lust. You don’t want to, you don’t want to look at them, even less with that wide-eyed gaze and agape mouth, but you can’t help it.

“Honey,” your mother’s voice scoffs, “what are you doing?”

You perceive her scolding —disgusted— gaze on you and you cough, looking at her to be met with her judging eyes. Typical of your mother, usually you only get her looks with no need for words to be added.

“Sorry, I was zoned out,” you justify, chuckling awkwardly, but it only makes her frown more and sigh. “I’m a bit tired,” you lie, trying to fool her.

“Just don’t look weird,” she dismisses you with a wave of hand. “Not more than the usual,” she adds, leaving you alone.

You roll your eyes, scoffing loudly once you’re sure she’s out of sight and then start walking to the table with the drinks. You’re not sure adding alcohol to the picture will make it better but who knows, maybe ending up passed out next to a toilet is better than lusting over a married couple that is probably just messing with you.

It doesn’t work.

You blame it on the hard drinks your friends make you drink when you go out, your alcohol tolerance must be out of the roof by now, but it doesn’t matter because your biggest problem still stands.

Your problem is standing on the other side of the room now that you’re sitting on some couches with the fourth drink in hand. You shouldn’t feel like this, stomach upside down and a frown hardening your beautiful features while you look at them. But you can’t help it. Mr. Suh’s hand sitting at the side of Aaliyah’s waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the maroon dress she’s wearing. You can’t hear her laugh as her head rolls back before falling on his shoulder at something the person they are talking to is saying, but your brain replays the sound anyway, and you smile.

The beam on your face drops quickly when her eyes lock into yours, Johnny is not looking, busy paying attention to the person in front of them, but her gaze is on you. It’s piercing even with the distance between you and it takes your breath away. You should make this look normal, raise a hand and wave with a small smile before turning away, but you don’t. You’re stuck, like you always are around them, and the only thing that moves is your heart, pounding fast and violently in your chest as you watch her every move, one hand bringing a glass to her lips and the other meeting Johnny’s on her waist. You’d love to roll your eyes and huff ‘he’s yours, we get it,’ but you only feel a stinging pain in your heart, and a less painful one, well… somewhere else.

The spell breaks when she turns around, eyes on her husband and laughing again as if nothing happened, almost as if you’re not even in the room anymore.

Your shoulders drop, your breath gets normal again, and your head lowers. It’s not normal to feel like this, especially when it all feels like a mockery at times. You know there’s no space for you. You can’t be her and run your fingers in his hair without getting scowled at for ruining it. You can’t be her and kiss him on the lips and chuckle when he rubs your nose against yours. You can’t be her and see him in the comfort of when he wakes up or goes to bed.

But you play and play, and fool yourself you can, getting lost in those fantasies. You need a breath of fresh air.

Just like the alcohol, the minutes spent outside to cool your body and mind don’t work. When you go back to sit at your spot, you realize they’re sitting opposite to you. You’d leave again but you have no excuse, and it would become even more awkward now that your father sits next to you. But it’s fine, they’re talking again with someone else and you can focus on what your father is saying. Or maybe not, his conversation with another one of his intellectual friends is boring, nothing interesting comes from his mouth, just old, recurrent, wrong takes. You’d get in the conversation, just to feel something else that night and end up in a discussion with your dad because you need to prove him wrong, but your brain is somewhere else.

Once again, in front of you. Mrs. Suh is sitting on Johnny’s lap, somehow her back manages to stay straight even if she’s not resting against anything, her long legs are elegantly crossed by the ankle and one of her arms is wrapped around his shoulder. You recognize the person in front of them, Mr. Kim Doyoung, a math professor, and you question how they know each other but it gets swiped from your mind quickly.

You hate how close they are. Their touches so subtle and yet so loud making it feel like they’re rubbing it in your face. You hate how people look at them, with so much awe and affection, you feel like only you can look at them like that. And you feel stupid, it is stupid.

But then it happens again, this time it’s Mr. Suh the one looking at you. All the anger and jealousy fly away. Thousands of eyes on them, and he’s still looking at you. His wife is in his arms, and he’s still looking at you. Your father is at your side, and he’s still looking at you.

You gulp, shifting on the spot to try to get comfortable and stop the painful throbbing between your legs, but it’s impossible.

Mr. Suh’s lips flicker in a small smirk, and then his brow rises, there’s also a small raise of the cup he’s holding, and you immediately turn around, just to make sure your father is not looking. You can’t believe he’s so bold, flirting —or whatever he is doing— not only in a full room but with your dad by your side.

You should hate it, you should leave, maybe even confront him, but you don’t. You’re actually quite ashamed the whole thing turns you on. It’s hot, and taboo, and taboo but hot. And come on, you’ve been subtly flirting with a married couple, this shouldn’t be the worst thing, but it feels like it. Because your father worships them, everybody in that room praises them, wants to be like them, and thinks they only have eyes for each other, but they don’t, even if it’s only a naughty game, their eyes are on you.

It’s you.

Their eyes skim around the room playing hide and seek with yours. Their hands tickle your skin in secret. Their bodies speak to you.

The whole room fades in the background, all the tension, all the problems, gone.

It’s only you and them.

Eventually, you start spending more and more time at their place. You tell yourself it’s because they’re easygoing and you can easily escape from your house —to be more precise, from your father. But the truth is, you’re starting to enjoy them more and more.

You still feel out of place sometimes, but it quickly fades away when they notice their conversation push you out by quickly pulling you back in, making light jokes you can understand, or asking about your day. You realize Mrs. Taylor tends to pick up on you quicker than Mr. Suh, while he prefers to ease you with tender touches, and you wonder if he knows the effect they have on you.

You still don’t open up to them much, fearing that if they discovered more, they’d quickly stop giving you attention.

Attention.

That’s another thing you enjoy about being with them. You feel seen. Even if their chemistry is over the roof, they never leave you out, you’re not a tapestry with them. They listen to you, even if you don’t say much, even if you stumble on your words and only give them a small peek. They look at you with sweet smiles on their faces and hum interested, holding conversation with ease.

And shamefully, the thing you love the most, they pamper you. It’s not like you’re poor —even if you have decided to don’t ask for money from your father, some privileges from your wealthy family come anyway— but they still spoil you. Expensive dinners in places you honestly never even wanted to set foot inside. Expensive clothes you doubt you even have the occasion to wear. They even gifted you a Cartier necklace that you keep stored away as your most treasured possession.

But their attentions aren’t only economical, they spoil you with homemade dinners at their place, movie night on their couch, and something more…

You lost count by now of how many times they get you alone and flirt with you, teasing you, watching you get flustered, chuckling at the way your breath falters when their fingers brush your skin or hair. It’s like a dirty game, you are their dirty game. But you don’t hate it. You know they both know what they’re doing, but you love this secrecy, the way you’re their trophy in plain sight and yet a dirty secret they have to hide from each other. It makes you feel wanted, desperately wanted.

And soon enough, you find yourself playing that game, too.

You wear your best outfits when you pass by the University, skin-tight skirts or pants, and just as skimpy blouses or tops with the excuse to borrow books from the library and say hi. Your lips are tinted red for Mr. Suh when he asks you if you want to pass in his office to help him with some lectures, and brown for Mrs. Suh when you casually pass by her firm for lunch or after work. Your hair is always in different hairstyles until you start to stick with the ones you see they like the most. And slowly, you gain some confidence to flirt back.

Your remarks are subtle, and your gaze shies away when they hold eye contact and only giggle or smirk teasingly. But it’s something.

Or so you think.

One second, you’re confident, and the other you feel like you’re making the biggest mistake of your life. You start wondering if you’re pathetic in their eyes and are nothing more but a plaything for them to toy with and discharge when they’ll get tired of you. But nobody ever complimented you this much, calling you beautiful, caressing your face, loving the outfits you put together, and, most importantly, didn’t make you feel dumb. So it feels impossible to pull away from them. Even when your father starts getting mad at you about it.

He’s not dumb, and he has seen the way you and Mr. Suh sit in a corner and talk, he has seen that he greets you before anybody else —even before him— and he doesn’t like it.

“Johnny and Aaliyah have a beautiful relationship,” he starts, scolding you, “don’t try to screw it up, you’re not half of her worth.”

And that’s the first time you cry at night about it. You don’t want to listen to him, but you can’t help but question why they would choose you. Even if it’s just a game, even if it means nothing, you can’t find a reason why. You don’t know who started this first, but it’s not like it would be any different, they’re both hot, smart, talented and successful, and your father is right, you’re not half of her, or his, worth.

Yet, you can’t let it go.

If you know their townhouse by heart, you can’t say the same for their holiday house. It’s your first time being there after they invited you to their getaway weekend. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, pack your best things and leave.

You didn’t want to wander around but they left you all alone and didn’t show much of the house, so you took this opportunity to see a bit more.

The place is big; in the spacious hall, you’re met with the stairs once you enter, the big living room and on the right there’s the kitchen with a grand island in the middle and the table in front of the wide window. Farther down the corridor there’s a small bathroom and a room you couldn’t open. You’d like to go outside in the garden and chill next to the pool or under the porch, but it’s like upstairs is calling you.

On the first floor, there are the bedrooms and a studio. Your room —well, the guest room— is at the end of the corridor with a big bathroom next to it, while their room is at the end of the stairs, or so you guess.

You don’t want to pry, but curiosity’s got the best of you, especially after trying to open that room downstairs that won’t open. But you know you don’t want to find the keys to that room when you enter their bedroom —yes, you do, but that’s not the main thing.

Your lips part when you enter. It’s bigger than yours, with white walls and wide windows that let the light shine in making it seem even bigger. The big bed is against the wall that faces the door, and right next to the windows, there’s a small sitting room with a two-seat couch and two armchairs.

You should stop and don’t step further but you don’t listen to your brain.

On the wall in front of the bed, there’s a fireplace and on top of it there’s a television that takes half of the wall. At the sides, there are recessed shelves in the wall with books and elegant boxes, a lamp in front of it, and a lounge chair.

There are other lamps, all seem to be design pieces. Two long bedside tables that seem to be vanity desks of marble black. Some beautiful paintings are on the walls and you frown when you can’t recognize the artist, but they picture women and nature and you find them mesmerizing.

Then your eyes are caught by a rectangular red box placed against the wall at the side of the bed, it’s bigger than the bench at the end of the bed, and something about it screams at you to open it.

You shouldn’t, you feel like you’re invading their privacy —and well, you are— but you don’t stop.

You kneel in front of it, and a part of you hopes it’s locked somehow so that you can walk out of there and pretend nothing happened. But there’s no lock or key, you just have to lift the lid to see what’s inside.

Your lips part and a gasp comes out of your mouth when your eyes see what’s inside. You freeze. Close it and leave. Your brain screams, but you’re stuck, eyes blinking as you try to make sure you’re not making it all up.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, hand falling from the lid to shakily touch what’s inside. There are other boxes but, for now, you don’t care to open them and only grab what you can see. Handcuffs, blindfolds, what seem to be whips but they all have different shapes and you don’t get the differences, ropes and other items you can’t name. The closed boxes have labels on them, lingerie, anal, vibrators, and dildos.

Your hands grab one, opening it, inspecting what’s inside with surprise and curiosity, and then another, and another. To be honest, you don’t know why you are so shocked, you own some toys —a vibrator and a small dildo— but you’ve seen much more than that, and it shouldn’t be surprising that a couple like the Suhs have freaky, kinky sex. Yet, it’s overwhelming you.

You are so caught up looking into the box that you don’t hear the door open and Aaliyah stand behind you with just a rope wrapped around her body.

“Looking for something?”

One of the boxes falls from your hand when Mr. Suh’s voice resonates in the room and you jump around in fear.

You mumble no sense, starting to panic while your eyes dart around the room for an escape. There would be many, the room is all windows and you could easily jump off the balcony to put an end to how embarrassed you feel right now, but you can’t.

Their gazes are piercing you and pinning you down against the floor and a feeble “I’m sorry,” is all you can say before your throat goes completely dry.

They snicker, starting to walk over you and you take a step back, but almost fall into the box. You don’t, not because your brain started to work again, but because Mrs. Suh has her arms wrapped around you to keep you from being bent in half into that.

“Careful, you don’t want to hurt yourself,” she says, a veil of genuine concern and something else, a lot of something else, that you can’t decipher.

“I told you she was curious,” Johnny says, talking to her once she lets you go after she makes sure you can stand on your feet.

“I — I don’t know why I did that, I’m sorry,” you mumble, looking down and torturing your hands, but the toys abandoned on the floor only make you look outside. “I thought you were out.”

“I was,” Johnny says, “went buy something sweet for you. But it looks like you’ll get something sweeter tonight.”

Your brain panics, trying to assimilate everything they said to you. “You — you were home the entire time?”

She smirks. “Didn’t hear the water running?”

You sigh defeated, pressing your lips together and shaking your head.

Johnny chuckles before kneeling and talking to you again, “You’re lucky we didn’t want to use these on you tonight, I’m not really in the mood to clean them all up,” he says as he puts the dildos back in the box and set it aside, outside of the container so he remembers to clean them.

“On — on me?” You mumble still struggling to breathe.

Aaliyah hums. “All this teasing has to go somewhere, right?”

“I — I…” You — You… you wished this so much that now that is happening you don’t know how to feel anymore.

“You don’t want us?” Johnny asks with genuine care and your eyes widen, terrified they will get the wrong idea.

“No, I do, I do, but I don’t want to — I… I promise I’m not weird, I don’t even know why I came here, or why I opened that, it’s just so eye-catching, it’s red and nothing in this room is red, and…”

Your rant gets interrupted by two lips on yours. You don’t know who it is at first, eyes closed and brain and heart going off like sirens, running around with their non-existent hands in the air. But then an arm wraps around you and pulls you close, and you realize it’s her. It’s her soft yet firm touch, it’s her body against yours.

And then you’re trapped again, Johnny is behind you, and you feel small and powerless.

“We’re not mad at you, honey,” he says, fingers running against your neck as he moves your hair back, “we’re kinda glad you snooped around, we weren’t really sure how to initiate this.”

“Oh,” you gasp. “But I’m not weird, I’m not a stalker, I promise.”

“We know,” she stops you again, chuckling, “maybe you wanted to get caught. Johnny called your name when he was downstairs, you didn’t hear him?”

Your lips spread partially as you try to remember but you’re sure you didn’t hear his voice or the shower. “No, I… I think I was too caught in… into… well…”

They snicker.

“Naughty girl,” she mocks, gently cupping your chin. “Found something interesting?”

“Uhm, no…”

“No?” Johnny asks and you feel something against your bare thighs —wearing shorts was a bad idea. It has fringes and it tickles. “Not even this?”

You look down and see the black flogger in his hands and you gulp. “I never tried any of these before… I’m not even sure how some of these things can bring pleasure.”

Aaliyah chuckles, shaking her head. “Oh, babydoll, you’d be surprised.”

“You want to tie me?” You ask innocently and they laugh.

“Nah, seems a bit cruel for our first time, don’t you think?” Johnny says, hands wrapping around your stomach.

First time? There will be another one? You think but you don’t ask. You probably already look depraved enough to their eyes, you don’t want to make it worse.

“So, want to have fun with us?”

“Yeah…”

“Hesitating?” She questions, caressing your cheek to soothe you but her touch only makes your body buzz in excitation.

“No, I still don’t get why you would want me,” you whisper, diverting your gaze.

“Have you taken a look in the mirror?” He says, big hands caressing your waist and lips brushing against your neck.

You shake your head. “I still think I don’t fit between you…”

She grabs your chin, lifting your head. “Then why don’t you stop thinking tonight, mhh? We’ll give you a reason to believe why you do fit, instead?” Her hands grab yours and she places them on the tie of her robe, if your fingers move and you let it fall to the ground the whole night will bloom. The consequences could be tragic, tomorrow could be the worst day of your life, but tonight might be the best one.

You don’t hesitate anymore; you’re curious, you’re needy, and you badly want to be pressed between them and feel their skin against yours, so your fingers dance on the tie and pull the robe open.

Your lips part to let out a gasp when her naked body unreveals to your eyes, and you get lost in it. Your eyes move up and down, taking in her perky, round boobs, her darker nipples hardening at the cool air of the room, and then they go down, to her toned stomach you have already seen before until they reach her soft hips, you bite your lips when your eyes fall between her legs, perfectly trimmed black hair covering her most intimate part, and lastly on her soft thighs and long legs.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathe out, feeling you could collapse just from the view, and you start wondering if you can take Johnny too.

Her lips lift in a smile and her hands wander on your body where her husband’s hands are leaving your body untouched. You press your lips together to don’t moan already, it would be so humiliating to do so, but it’s almost as if they know.

“Don’t hold back,” Johnny whispers against your ear, shivers running down your spine. “We take pride in what we do, and want to hear you.”

You hum, nodding fast before you feel dizzy when he pushes your shorts down, his body lowering to accompany them on the floor, his hot breath hitting your exposed skin before his lips leave kisses on your thighs and ass.

Aaliyah is busy taking care of your top, lifting your arms to reveal your bare chest. Your first instinct is to cover yourself, but she stops you with a stern look and a “Don’t.” Her voice is sultry, sweet like honey and intoxicating, and you can only obey. “It’s not fair when I’m so bare at your eyes, don’t you think so?”

“Yes,” you manage to breathe out, and then turn your head to stare at Johnny, the only one who’s completely covered. You don’t say anything, but your eyes speak louder than any word. You’re basically imploring him to show himself to you, your eagerness is burning out of you, yet he mocks you with a smirk and then a scoff.

“Later, honey,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “Don’t be greedy. Too much on your plate, then you can’t chew.”

His wife snickers, pushing him back from you. “Follow me,” she says, giving you a reassuring smile before turning around and walking toward the bed.

You hesitate, looking back at Johnny, asking his permission, and when he nods, you still feel stuck there. You need a light push from him to start moving your feet and follow her on the Wyoming king bed.

“I didn’t think you would be so shy, doll,” she points out, watching you hesitantly climb on the bed and crawl to her.

“She’s not,” Johnny replies for you, “she’s just playing with us.”

You stop in your tracks, looking back at him, mumbling to come up with a reply. But you stop thinking when her chest presses against your back and she turns your head to kiss you. Her hand reaches out to call Johnny to join you, but you don’t think about him until you feel the bed bend with his weight and then his hands on your thighs.

“Or maybe she just needs to ease into us,” she suggests. You catch she’s telling him something, it’s a quick conversation with eyes and mouthed words; you don’t get it, but you don’t care to get it.

You trust them. And you like the thrill of being at their mercy with no idea of what they truly want to do with you.

So, you let them. You let them move you, shifting around you as their hands gently push you flat against the bed and their lips start tracing your shivering skin. You hate that Johnny is still dressed but that thought quickly leaves your mind —or better, doesn’t annoy you that much anymore— when his fingers hook on the band of your panties and pull them off.

You squirm, hiding your face against Aaliyah’s arms but they’re quick at reassuring you.

“Stop hiding away,” Johnny says, “you’re beautiful, honey.”

But your confidence it’s not the problem. You’ve never been the centre of attention, you never had two pairs of eyes, lips, and hands on you. You don’t know how to cope with all of this.

You gasp when her lips wrap around your hard nipple and she starts sucking. And you can’t control your hips when his hands brush against the apex of your thighs before lingering over your sensitive pussy.

“Can I taste you?” Johnny asks, softly caressing your skin.

“Yes, you can.” You’re already short on air as you watch him lower his head, his eyes intensely staring straight into yours, making you feel so small and yet so safe.

Your legs go weak as soon as his plump lips touch your sensitive clit, he’s only leaving delicate kisses on you and small kitten licks but that’s not the only stimulation you’re receiving, Aaliyah’s mouth and fingers lick and pinch on your sensitive nipples are not helping you calm down.

“Oh my god,” you curse, rolling your head back when he starts eating you out for real. Tongue working with precision from your leaking slit to your throbbing clit, not leaving a patch untouched. His hold on you is firm, big hands keeping you spread, massaging your skin to help you relax even more, but with no room for movement.

“Look at you,” she teases, pulling away from your boob to pay attention to your face, “so wrecked and we barely even started. You love the way my husband is eating you out?”

Your eyes open to meet hers, and you regret it right away, the intensity of her gaze making you feel something you’ve never felt before. Sure, she carried around an intimidating vibe, but that kind of aura disappeared as the months passed and you grew closer, but this, this is different. She is dominant and firm, yet somehow you can always find that veil of care that characterized her.

You try to answer, afraid not receiving a verbal response will disappoint her, but your throat lets out an embarrassing whimper followed by a broken moan.

She snickers, shaking her head, and caressing your cheeks so gently it feels like she’s mocking you. “I know, doll, I know, he’s good with his mouth.”

You cry out in embarrassment but your head rolls back when Johnny sucks harshly on your clit and his hands move down to keep your pussy spread.

“Taste so good,” he mumbles pressed against your skin, the vibrations driving you insane. “So wet for us, you wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Our desperate toy, we made you wait for so long.”

You’d love to scream that yes, this took too long, but nothing comes out of your mouth. You somehow find the strength to look up, much with the help of Aaliyah who places an arm under your head for support, and you feel your stomach tighten up at the view.

Johnny looks like a starving man, messily lapping at your aching pussy, devouring you with his face buried between your legs, nose pressed against your mound. He’s so caught up he probably doesn’t even realize he tugs you closer when his arms wrap around your thighs.

Your eyes shut down and for a moment the image of the usual him crosses your mind. There’s nothing of the composed, elegant, and polite man you know, that man that your father loves so much, the same man that if he saw him right now, would have a heart attack. But you quickly push him out of your mind. You have no other choice when Aaliyah’s fingers add to the mess between your legs, and you bite your lips so hard you almost bleed.

“Too much,” you cry out, looking for mercy in her eyes when she draws them from her husband and your cunt to your face.

“Too much?” She coos with a condescending tone. “You’re bucking your hips against his face and want me to believe it’s too much?”

You groan loudly, giving up as your head falls against the mattress again. Her arm is not there anymore as she’s using it to support her body to tease you, and your neck has no more strength to watch him have the time of his life between your thighs.

But you’re not the only one groaning; Johnny’s moaning too, getting drunk in your juices and falling into madness as he tries to ease the painful boner in his tight jeans, grinding against the mattress for comfort.

“You’re so hot you’re making him hump the mattress, babydoll,” she points out. “That’s the effect you have on him. Still doubt you’re not enough?”

You don’t, not right now, you don’t want to think about it. Still, you shake your head, earning a soft, pleased smile and a “Good girl.”

It makes your stomach tighten, your toes curl, and your hands clench around the sheets. “Johnny,” you whisper, keeping your mouth parted as you try to let more air in, it’s a beg for release but you can’t find the words to let it all out.

The way you moan his name, so shyly, so weakly, a bit for the pleasure, a bit because you feel like it doesn’t belong to you —God if he finds it endearing the way you still call them Mr. and Mrs. Suh sometimes— makes his heart pound and his dick ache. You’re so fragile in their hands, right now, in his. He had wished to have you like this for so long; since his wife first brought you up and he started to look at you in a different light. Every time you spoke your mind during dinners, coming up with something that was too smart for your father to comprehend until he proposed the same point of view, only changing a few things. You deserved to be lifted on the table and eaten out like this. And the more you two talked, or your hands brushed timidly, the more he felt addicted. He couldn’t stop thinking of you.

And that was crazy, because the only woman he ever had was his wife, and never he would’ve imagined he could feel so attracted to someone that wasn’t her. And yet, the three of you are here, in the same bed, in the same mess.

When you call out his name again, he snaps out of his thoughts and looks up at you, the eye contact makes your head spin and you hold onto Aaliyah’s wrists. You feel like the orgasm will make you fly away, but before that, Johnny will kill you with just one look.

“Please,” you cry out, begging to be spared, or maybe not, maybe begging to be ended, begging for the release, begging to reach the best orgasm of your life.

“Let go, honey, come in my mouth,” his deep, sultry voice is the final strike that sends you over the edge. Body convulsing in his hold as he keeps you down and keeps sucking and licking you, eagerly swallowing your sweet cum, and moaning vulgarly against your burning hot skin.

You feel dizzy and high, and your body slumps against the soft mattress when your first orgasm ends.

“Want to see you,” you cry out, trying to lift your body and reach for him, but your limbs quickly give up.

Aaliyah chuckles, and you turn to face her. “We need to work on your stamina.”

You pout as you justify yourself, “It was too good, and I haven’t come like this in — well, never.”

Johnny chuckles, smirking proudly before he stands up at the edge of the bed. “Want to see me, honey?”

You nod with enthusiasm, biting your lips as your heart thuds in excitement. Your eyes lock with his fingers that are moving way too slow on their way to unbutton the shirt. But after what feels like an eternity, the blouse meets the floor, leaving uncovered his toned chest, arms and beautiful tattoos adorning the skin of his shoulder. But it’s not like you haven’t seen that before.

“What?” You scream annoyed when she covers your view, standing on her knees between you and her husband, giggling at your disappointment.

“He needs a hand, baby,” she chuckles and you huff again. Of course, they would fuck with you some more.

Every sound drives you more insane; you bite the inside of your cheek when you hear the belt open, and your heels tap against the mattress when the zip comes down, lastly, you groan in disbelief when you hear his pants and belt hit the floor.

“Please,” you whine, closed fists slapping against the bed.

“Fine, greedy little thing,” Johnny chuckles, and so does she as they finally give you what you want.

Your eyes and lips widen, and you gulp. “Oh… wow…”

They laugh, it’s a soft sound that creates a beautiful harmony, and even if they’re making fun of you, it warms your heart. The next thing they do is crawl to you to kiss you.

It starts with a soft peck on your lips, their mouths on yours meeting almost shyly, and then it gets heated, teeth and tongue clashing together as all of you try to have a taste of each other.

“Don’t worry, you can take it,” she reassures, kissing your lips, hands travelling down your stomach until it reaches your throbbing clit and starts moving in circles, making you gasp against their lips.

“I don’t think I can,” you mumble, glossy eyes looking into his first and then moving to hers. “Maybe you should.”

“Oh, I do, trust me,” she replies, smirking before kissing your neck.

“Tonight is about you,” Johnny reminds you, doing the same as she’s doing but on the other side. “It will fit.”

“Mhh,” you mumble, feeling weak and overwhelmed.

“Let me make sure it will fit,” she sings happily, now taking the spot between your legs.

You moan against Johnny’s mouth when her finger pushes inside you, humming in delight as she feels how wet you are. You can’t see her, eyes closed as you get lost in the kiss, but just her presence is enough to make you tremble.

“Look at you, it’s so easy to turn you into a puddle,” she teases, watching as you can barely kiss Johnny back. Something about the kiss you and her husband are sharing makes her head spin. There’s something about you, something new, something they’ve never had before. You’re so delicate, like a flower, and your petals fall perfectly between them. Just like right now, she’s sure there’s nothing in your brain, and yet your lips follow Johnny’s, messily meeting him in that slow, yet passionate kiss.

Your body reacts so nicely to their hands running on your skin, cupping and groping at your soft boobs to stimulate you everywhere as she works the second finger inside of you. They are experts at what they’re doing, sending shivers all over your body and pushing you further down into that haze.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, you’re so eager to feel Johnny inside, aren’t you?”

You mumble a reply as you finally pull away from Johnny, a thread of spit still connecting your lips, but you don’t notice until he breaks it off. “Want to feel him.”

They snicker, and then their lips are on you; Johnny’s busy leaving pecks on your neck before he pays attention to your nipples, and Aaliyah is focused on kissing your inner thigh and tummy as her fingers still curl inside of you.

“I don’t think you’re ready, yet, pretty girl,” she hums, curling the tips up and hitting your sensitive spot. That action makes your hips buck from the mattress and causes a louder moan to slip through your tortured plump lips. “So wet, dripping all over my fingers. I bet you taste so good, maybe I’ll get a taste one day, uhm?”

You squeeze your eyes, uselessly trying to calm your breath, it’s pathetic how fast your chest is moving in erratic movements, and how your hips squirm to search for more, even if one of their hands is on your stomach to keep you in place. You don’t reply but you internally scream that yes, you want her. You want to feel her soft, full lips on you, you wonder if she’s eager like Johnny or more meticolous, if she moans loudly or keeps quiet. You don’t know, but the mere idea makes a growl roll from your lips.

“She’s good with her fingers, isn’t she?” Johnny’s deep voice hits your ear, and you feel your body melt. Your head moves quickly to agree as you turn to the side to face him. He’s staring at you with a sly smirk on his face and before you can stop him, you feel his long fingers on your clit. You bite back a moan and try to plead with your eyes but it’s useless. Neither of them wants to stop.

“What, princess? We have to make sure you’re ready to take my dick,” he whispers, shushing your senseless sounds with a kiss.

You bite his lips by mistake when she pushes a third finger inside, eyes wide both in surprise and in a silent apology to Johnny.

“Too much,” you cry out.

But she tsks, shaking her head. “You have to be all stretched out for him, doll. You don’t want to break, do you?”

You shake your head before it rolls back, and your face contorts more. You don’t want to break but you feel like you might explode from this alone. She’s incredibly skilled in what she’s doing, it’s like her fingers are pumping and curling following the rhythm of a melody only she can hear, they hit you deep and fast, not giving you time to recover from each profound push.

“Just a few pumps and then he’ll fuck you exactly like you want,” she encourages you, her dark brown eyes looking softly at you, curling up in a sweet smile.

It takes you less than a few pumps to come undone, you don’t even see the orgasm coming when it washes over you, knocking air out of your lungs. It’s her two fingers pumping into you, curling and scissoring, after she pulled the third out to move faster, it’s Johnny’s thumb on your clit, flicking it swiftly, and his lips on your nipple, sucking harshly. But mostly, it’s them, the warmth of their bodies wrapping around you, intoxicating you like a drug that takes its sweet time to kick in.

Your body shakes, trapped between the mattress and their big bodies, and you feel like the room is spinning around you.

“You come so easily,” she mocks, pulling her fingers out once she’s sure you’re done, and slapping your clit, making you hiss.

Easily. If that was nothing to her…

“Naughty girl,” Johnny scoffs, pulling away from you and you whine when their hot bodies are not on you anymore.

You sigh, thinking since when you’re so pathetic and needy? You truly can’t last more than ten seconds without having them all over you?

“If you were ours that wouldn’t have gone unpunished,” he says, settling between your legs and spreading them apart. You barely noticed them moving around, already too far gone to be aware of what is going on around you. His intense gaze makes you shiver and more cum oozes out of your already messy, wet cunt. Johnny takes a deep breath, getting lost in the sight of you, your face is wrecked, your lips parted, your eyes watery, your boobs are heaving, and your hips are moving around, pleading him to fuck you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, honey.”

The compliment makes your heart swell and you weakly smile back at him.

“Come on, fuck her already,” Aaliyah encourages him, pushing his hips closer as she stands at his side, “she deserves it.”

You gasp under your breath when his hands wrap around the back of your knees and, with a strong tug, he pulls your body against his, the tip of his dick slapping against your core. He moves one hand down to grab the base and pushes his cock against your slit, it feels like forever as he rubs his leaking tip against your clit and every now and then pushes against your opening that’s fluttering, begging him to fill you up already.

“Johnny,” Aaliyah scolds sternly, looking at him up and down, and her dominance at the moment makes you shiver and moan, shamelessly. You try to close your legs to hide the effect it had on you but they both push them open, and somehow, the way they’re not paying attention to you, eyes locked into each others, and still have you under control, makes you whine even louder. “Stop teasing her,” she orders, cupping his chin and pulling him closer. “Don’t you see how badly she wants you? Dripping on the sheets like a kitten in heat?”

You frown at her comment even if well, she’s right. You’re sure you’ve never been this wet your entire life.

“As you wish, milady,” he jokes and in a second, he’s inside of you.

“Fuck,” you scream at the stretch, even if he didn’t bottom in, you still feel like you can barely breathe. “Oh, shit.”

“Damn, honey, I’m not even halfway in,” he comments, stopping and looking at you with a worried face.

“No, I’m fine, I was — too caught up,” too caught up in you two and I barely remember my name.

Aaliyah snickers, shaking her head. “You’re so cute, doll,” she hums, caressing your thigh, “just relax and take him all, uhm? He’s going to fuck you so well,” she says before addressing her husband, “right, Johnny?”

Johnny nods, smirking playfully before sinking further until his entire length is in.

Your head rolls back while pleasure dissipates inside your body, he fills you perfectly, stretching you so nicely. You feared it was going to be more painful, but it feels so good, and the pairs of hands soothing your skin are helping you calm down.

Johnny pulls you closer, beginning to slowly move his hips, hissing under his breath while your walls flutter around him so nicely, your wet, warm hole welcoming him with ease now that you’re not tense anymore.

And then it happens, for the first time that night, they kiss. You bite your lips with force as your eyes bore holes in them. Their lips move on their own, doing what they have been doing for a life now, and their hands pull each other close. You’ve seen them in similar circumstances before, but this, this, is different. Johnny is kissing his wife while he’s buried deep inside of you, one hand on the small of her back, the other keeping you spread, her hand tangled in his long, brown locks and the other intertwined with yours at your side.

Everything is oddly romantic and erotic at the same time. Everything makes perfect sense and no sense at all. But it’s fine. Tonight, you don’t want to think, you don’t want to worry, you want to roll around in this mess of limbs and skin and feel. Feel alive and loved. Even if it might be an illusion.

“Fuck, baby,” they moan when they pull apart, giggling at the way they’re in sinch even if for different things. Their eyes are on you again and while Johnny praises how good you feel, she praises how well you’re taking him.

And your heart jumps around while a dumb, drunk-in-love smile plasters on your face. But it swiftly drops when she moves up again to whisper something in Johnny’s ear. You try to study his expression, something flickers in his eyes, and they darken even more, you even feel his dick twitch inside of you, but you can’t make out anything of what she says.

Then Johnny’s hips come to an alt, and your throat dries.

“We were thinking you got to come two times already,” he starts, licking his lips, “and while I’m having fun with you, you will agree we kinda neglected Aaliyah, right?”

You nod quickly, eyes moving between the couple in swift motions.

“So, what do you think about turning around and eating her out while I keep fucking you?”

It’s like your brain sparks up and shuts down at the same time at his words. You nod eagerly, mumbling ‘yes’ while a small, fucked out smile creeps on your face.

“You want me, baby?” She asks, voice slurring out of her lips like velvet.

“Yes, please, want you so bad,” you reply, body buzzing in excitement as you take her body in.

You don’t have time to complain when Johnny pulls out of you, he swiftly turns you around, strong arms moving you as if you’re nothing for him, and given all the weights he lifts at the gym, it is nothing. Your body moves on its own, ass perking up while your face lowers down, close to the soft, perfumed sheets but not enough that you can’t use your lips.

And there she is, resting against the headboard with her legs spread right in front of your face. Her pussy’s dripping, clit throbbing in anticipation, and you envy how good she has been to hold it back for so long.

And even if your eyes are curious and sparkle with lust, she can sense your hesitation. “Come on, don’t be shy,” she encourages you, one hand gently cupping the back of your head, massaging your scalp, “don’t tell me it’s your first time.”

Well… not exactly, but you weren’t a pro at this either.

“Oh, you’re always on the receiving end?” She snickers, looking down at you. Eyes piercing you, pinning you down in your place. She has this thing, it’s like magic, one look and you’re right where she wants you, how she wants you.

“Mostly…” you admit shyly, looking down again.

“Well, time to change that,” she says before pushing you against her pussy.

Your lips move shily at first, it’s almost as if you’re testing the ground. Kitten licks are all you give her, licking up her sweet cum while your nose rubs against her clit. You breathe deep, getting lost in her aroma.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” she praises, hand still caressing you but not pressing you down. If it was somebody else —even Johnny— she wouldn’t have hesitated to do so, but with you, she wants to take it slow and guide you through it.

You moan against her when Johnny pushes in again, this time he doesn’t wait before his hips start slamming against you, but he’s not going too fast. And the pleasure he’s fucking into you urges you to do better. You try to do what Johnny did to you before and every other person you’ve been with, and be better than the other times you’ve eaten pussy before.

“Yes, pretty girl, focus on the clit,” she instructs you, moving her hand down to caress your neck, and when you comply, a deep guttural moan rips from her throat. She hums in delight and your heart flips with pride. “Use your tongue.”

You hesitately stick your pink muscle out and poke it at her entrance but she stops you with a click of her tongue, “No, doll, up and down, come on, you can do it.” When your tongue starts doing that, licking her from the bottom of her entrance to the top, flicking your tip right under the hood of her clit, her legs shake and she pushes down a hiss. “So, so good, babydoll.”

“Shit, you’re so hot,” Johnny moans behind you, his hands holding tightly to your waist as he fucks you on his dick. He never imagined he’d be so turned on by this, but fuck, this is the dream. Seeing his wife’s face while you pleasure her, hearing her moan because of somebody else mouth, especially yours, makes him feel something he never felt before.

“You’re so good, doll. Such a fast learner, aren’t you? So eager to please us. So eager to be a good girl for us,” she moans, her fingers inevitably clenching around the roots of your hair when you suck hard on her clit. You seem to have found your scheme, keeping her pussy spread while your tongue runs on her labia and then your lips wrap around her clit, swift flicks of your tongue and shy hands testing what’s better.

You nod against her without pulling away, you could, but you don’t want to. You want to get drunk in her juices, you want to feel her thighs clench around your head —even if she’s trying hard not to do so— you want to hear her deep, intoxicating moans, you want her to pull your hair harder.

“Yes, you are,” she coos, meeting your half-lidded eyes, pushing down a guttural moan when a lonely tear rolls down your cheek, “you’re such a greedy little thing. One person it’s not enough for you, you need more. Is this enough or do you need even more, ugh? Bet you’d love it if we both fucked you at the same time.” Her condescending tone sends your brain into a spiral, you feel empty and yet overflowing, but you can’t reply. Johnny’s fucking you mercilessly now, big dick hitting you deep, striking all the right spots, and even if you’re giving something to her, you have zero control. You’re at their mercy, small and powerless, flushed between their bodies as you somehow do something like a robot.

“Loving eating her pussy while I fuck you hard?” This time is Johnny the one teasing you, his voice deeper but he gives no sign of slowing down, even if the pleasure is getting to him, you know it from his grunts and the way his hips falter every now and then. “Bet it feels so good to be muddy in our hands and have no worries in the world, right? You’re perfect here, nobody to impress,” he moans, leaning closer, his lips brushing your ear while his body presses you closer against the bed, “no father to make happy. Just us. Honestly,” he groans, pulling back, squeezing your hips before driving all the way in with a decisive thrust, sending you forward, “he’d have a heart attack if he saw you like this.”

You whine, your laments muffled by Aaliyah’s body, and you feel like you could explode. Is this why you like being with them so much? Because the fact that they like you so much proves your father wrong? The very people that he worships are busy worshipping his daughter while he trashes her around. But you don’t want to think of him, one, it could ruin your orgasm, two, you have them, and that’s all that matters. And to be honest, you love being with them so much because they value you and appreciate you for who you truly are.

You pull away, letting your fingers take the place of your mouth, rubbing on her clit while you talk, “want you, want more, please.”

“More? What’s more than this?” Johnny asks, snickering.

“Sit on my face?” You ask shily while you look up at her, cum and spit dripping down your chin, eyes glossy with tears.

She loses herself in the sight of you. You’re perfect even if you look like a mess, even if your eyes roll back and your lips part open when Johnny hits your sweet spot another time. “Oh… let’s not pull your luck too much tonight, hum?”

“But I —”

“But you, nothing,” she shushes you up, two fingers on your mouth. “You’re being so good, giving me pleasure while you take him so well. Just keep going.” She’d love to sit on your face, only being able to watch your eyes slowly blank as her hips roll against you, while your pretty hands wrap around her thighs as it slowly gets harder to breathe, but you’re not ready for that, yet.

You give up, starting where you stopped. But soon enough you’re whining again, “No, please, please, Sir,” you cry out, looking back to meet Johnny’s gaze for a split second.

He seems a bit startled by the way you address him, but he quickly shakes the surprise off to tease you with a condescending tone. “What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted more?” The pout that accompanies his words makes your stomach twist in a knot. You did want more, but the more was being smashed underneath them, not having his skilled fingers rub quick circles on your over-sensitive clit.

“I — I don’t want to come again,” you cry out.

“Oh, you won’t,” she speaks instead. “Don’t get too greedy and take it,” she orders, cupping your chin before pushing you between her legs again. Her patience could only last this long before she would snap.

“Right, because you can take it, right?” Johnny asks, tilting his head to get a peak of your flustered face. You’re burning up, sweat pearling your skin, the shorter hair sticking to your forehead, eyes blinking out tears of pleasure, and body squirming while you try so hard to keep focus on the only thing you have to do.

You doubt you can, but you still nod, moans getting choked up in your throat and against her cunt as you try to use your tongue and mouth the best you can even if control is slipping out of you more and more.

Fighting the orgasm is probably worse than keeping focus. Your stomach is upside down, and you feel all your nerves tense up, every single touch makes you jolt up and you know your throat will be sore by the end of the night for all the moans you’re letting out.

And you slip, eyes closing and mouth getting lazy as your body limply gets slammed between them.

“Hey,” you’re startled when her palm meets your face in quick, light slaps to wake you up, “don’t you fucking dare,” it’s the only warning that slips from her mouth, so sternly it should make you obey on the spot, but it only makes it harder for you to hold back. “Put that mouth to good use, come on.”

You don’t have a choice —not that you would want to do anything else— when she forces your face down again, this time grinding her hips against you to help you out, or honestly, to fuck herself against you because you’re not doing so much anymore.

She scoffs, “You’re being so good for Johnny, bet your pussy is sucking him in so well, dripping down to his balls and clenching tight, you can’t do one thing for me?”

You gasp for air when she yanks you back by the end of your hair, letting you breathe again, watching the tears fall freely from your pretty eyes. Your lashes are clumped together, and some mascara stained your cheeks; so, so pretty, she could stare at you forever.

“I can. I — I promise, I’ll be your good girl, I’ll give you what you want, fuck,” you mumble, words tangling on your tongue.

You’re so fucked out that spit is dripping down your chin, mixing with her cum, and she can’t fight the urge to smear it on your face.

Aaliyah could come by that sight only. To think when she first saw you were shily standing in a corner, trying to have less attention possible on you, stuttering your words at the speech your father made you hold, and almost fell down the stage. And now, you’re a mess in their bed, far away from home after you followed them blindly.

“Good, then use your fingers, come on,” she orders, biting her lips as you struggle to push your body up to finger her. This is exciting, with Johnny it had always been a fight for dominance, but with you, everything works perfectly, you fit between them with ease.

Johnny’s hands help you stand up, but he can’t deny how hot he finds the way you can’t control your body. He wishes he could see your face, you must be so pretty all messed up, but he’ll use his imagination.

“Come on, honey, fuck her, she took such good care of you,” Johnny encourages you, and that’s all you need to push two fingers inside of her. Her warm walls welcome you with ease, cum coating them until it drips down on your wrist.

Aaliyah’s face twists in an expression of pleasure as soon as you start curling your fingers. You’re definitely better with them than you are with your mouth, but it’s fine, there will be time to practice if you ever want to stick around.

“Good girl,” she praises, caressing your cheek gently before pulling you in a kiss. Doing so, Johnny slips out of you, and you whine at the loss, but soon enough he’s fucking into you again.

“Won’t — won’t last long,” you whimper, crying more as you feel heavier.

Johnny hums, pushing you down again and you lazily go back to lapping on her pussy while your fingers keep moving.

“Come here,” you hear him say, but he’s not talking to you. You can’t see, but you know they’re kissing because you feel smaller and more trapped as their bodies get closer, and then the wet sounds of their lips hit your ears. Their moans mix in their mouth, and you can feel the desperation they’re sharing as their teeth clash together.

You want to kiss them too, but you have other things to worry about, like the orgasm you can’t hold in anymore.

“Want to come, please,” you beg, tears adding to the mess between her legs as you try to gasp for more air.

They pull away from the kiss, bringing their attention to you another time.

“You want to come?” You nod swiftly. She’s sure you’re not doing it on purpose but the way your big eyes are looking up at her and your lips tremble, make her heart warm up. You’re so precious. “Then don’t stop fucking me,” she orders, voice low that causes your stomach to twist again. “Don’t stop being a perfect, little, mindless fuckdoll for us.”

Johnny growls, rolling his head back, “Fuck, stop talking to her like that, she’s squeezing me.”

Aaliyah chuckles darkly, sweetly mockingly caressing your wet cheeks. “You want me to stop talking to her because you can’t handle a sweet pussy sucking you in?”

He rolls his eyes and throws his head back, scoffing at her comment.

“It’s not my fault she likes it when I talk down to her,” she coos, looking at him but her words hit you deep. It’s so humiliating the way they’re talking about you as if you’re not here, and yet, it only makes you wetter. “I could do so much more, but I doubt she can take it.”

I can. You scream, but it stays inside your brain, no words can come out of your mouth anymore.

They both giggle at your broken moan that comes out as a reply.

“No thoughts left in that little mind of yours, uhm?” Johnny teases, his fingers playing with your nipples making you cry out more.

Your head is abandoned on her thigh, drool dripping out of the corner of your lips while your fingers pump in and out in tired, messy movements. You’re so far gone that she has to help you fuck her by guiding your wrist.

“Except how good it feels to be surrounded by us. You love it when we trap you between us and make you feel small, don’t you? Bet you’d love it even more if I fucked your mouth with a toy while he fucked your pussy, or maybe the other way around.”

You yelp when someone smacks your ass, you don’t care to figure out if it’s him or her. It doesn’t matter, it only adds to the pleasure and dizziness.

“Or maybe we could each take a hole and stuff you til you break,” Johnny giggles lowly. “Your tight ass and pussy spread by us.”

“Please,” you cry out. Please make me come and please do it. Please fuck me at the same time, from both ends and until I’m nothing between you. But it stays inside, they get it anyway, like they get all of you.

“C’mere,” Johnny chuckles as he manoeuvres you, lifting your body and pushing you closer to his wife. You’re kneeling now, body slumped against hers while he presses you flat, your fingers still moving inside of her while you moan in the crook of her neck. It feels warm, almost romantic, and you feel so small.

The hand that is not helping you fuck her, wraps around your waist and starts rubbing circles on your burning hot skin, meeting Johnny’s that doing the same.

“Look at you, doll, you’ve been so good. What do you say, John, should she come?” Aaliyah’s voice is particularly sweet, reaching your ear like a faint melody and you feel farther and farther from your body.

“I think she deserves it,” Johnny replies, kissing your neck to distract you from his hand slipping down to your clit.

Your teeth sink into her skin, making her hiss, not in pain but most in surprise, and your face wets even more while a loud sob rips from your throat.

“Come on, princess,” she whispers close to you, leaving pecks on top of your head, “be a good girl and come with us.”

You don’t let them tell you twice when their pace fastens and all the stimuli get to your head one last time. This orgasm is like an explosion that leaves you trembling between their bodies, whimpering and moaning as the violent waves shock you to the core.

“Fuck, so fucking tight,” Johnny murmurs under his breath, hips slamming messily against your ass as he chases his orgasm. He’s caught up in your face before his eyes fall on his wife’s pussy, you stopped fucking her and she’s trying to rub her fingers on her clit, if you weren’t so far gone, brain mush in your skull, she would’ve said something, but she knows is no use now.

You’re collapsed on her body when your eyes trail between her legs, watching in awe as Johnny’s fingers fuck her fast and his thumb rubs her clit as he keeps pouding into you. Their moans are louder as they approach their release and her head falls against the board of the bed while her hands clench around your waist to hold onto something.

And you come again. An unexpected fourth orgasm washes over you, ass arching up and nails sinking into her thigh as you feel as life is being sucked away from you, and that’s what pushes them over the edge, your soft, broken whimpers mixing with theirs and your low mumbles of their names, it’s not Mr. and Mrs. Suh, is Johnny and Aaliyah now, only for you.

More curses fill the air before everything comes to a stop, Johnny’s body falling on yours for a second before he forces himself to pull out and roll to the side.

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright. Come here,” she whispers, soothing you as she pulls your body closer, hugging you and caressing your back and hair. You’re still shaking and crying, and your hands wrap quickly around her. “You’re fine, we’re here. It’s over.”

Soon after you feel Johnny’s hands too, and then his soothing words. “You’ve been so good, princess. Was it fun?”

His question is left unanswered, and they understand it will take you a while to start talking again. So they keep whispering sweet words to your ears while their hands calm you down with gentle touches. You don’t remember how long it takes before you fall into a deep slumber, but you know you feel a sense of peace you never felt before.

When you wake up, the clock hits midnight, you’re alone in the bed but you’re cleaned up and you’re dressed in a white shirt that reaches your thighs.

Somehow your legs carry your body out of the room and down the stairs where you take a sigh of relief seeing them laughing as they sit at the table. They’re dressed again, Johnny’s hair is brushed in its place, and her braids are pulled up in a bun again, they look as composed as usual but more familiar.

“Hey, you’re up?” Johnny is the first one who sees you and welcomes you with a sweet smile.

“We were starving. We wanted you to eat but you fell asleep, and for how intense it was we figured you were going to sleep until morning,” Aaliyah explains, moving a stool so you could sit between them, tapping on the seat to signal you to reach them.

You push your feet forward, legs wobbly and heart still racing, but this time is not the orgasm. You’re still lost in the haze, but now you’re fully aware of what happened, and you don’t know how to act in the aftermath.

“Are you alright? You stopped talking, it worried us a bit,” she says, lifting her hand to caress your nape after she tucked your hair behind your ear.

You nod, shoulders dropping as the tension disappears at her touch. “I’m fine. I guess it was a lot, it never happened before.”

Johnny comes back to you with a glass of water and some bowls with different food, leaving you a choice between fruits, something sweet, and something salty.

“Thanks,” you reply, grabbing the glass and gulping it in one go. “Honestly, I’m not really hungry,” you say, eyes diverting their gazes, there’s still a bit of worry behind them and you’re not used to people caring so much for you, especially after sex. You don’t think you ever saw a one-night-stand the morning after, but not even your exes cared much about how you felt after sex.

“No? Do you need something else?” Johnny asks, a caring tone filling his words, and the look in his eyes is different than all the other times before.

You look around, shaking your head, your throat is dry again and from the corner of your eyes, you see her filling the glass again. You smile shyly before drinking it. “I… I don’t want to sleep alone,” you confess, biting your lips and playing with the hem of the glass in your hands.

They smile, hands cupping yours before holding tight. “We had no intention of leaving you alone,” they say at the same time, making you smile.

“A bit paranoid, aren’t you?” Johnny jokes while Aaliyah leaves to put the food back in its place. You might be awake but it’s clear as daylight that you’re still tired and want to sleep.

“Mhh,” you mumble. Your eyes lift to look at Johnny and you smile. He looks beautiful, the faint silver light of the moonlight paiting his cheekbones and hair.

“And still not very talkative,” she adds when she comes back, a soft look in her eyes. “Come on, there’s no need to talk, let’s get you to bed.” She stretches a hand out and you quickly grab it, jumping off the chair but regretting it when your legs make it known they’re not back just yet.

You gasp when two arms wrap around you and lift you up, and soon you’re met with Johnny’s eyes. You smile at him before locking eyes with her who’s following behind and quickly is at your side.

“Thanks,” you whisper because he’s carrying you but mostly, for the night you spent. You decide you will worry tomorrow, for now, you feel full, they made you feel wanted, and dare to say, even loved. It’s all that matters.

“You have to be grateful, he stopped carrying me upstairs a long time ago,” she jokes and Johnny scoffs, “Liar.”

And soon the three of you are in the bed again, the dirty duvet is not on the mattress anymore and a thinner blanket covers you. You’re in the middle, pressed between their bodies while they leave kisses on your face, and whisper sweet words to you, their hands intertwined on your stomach while their thumbs rub small circles on your skin.

And as sleep takes over you again, you think that there’s no other place you’d rather be, if not between them.

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moncherijoie · 5 months

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Johnny Suh but he can't get enough of you. 😩😩

I've been gone for so long cuz things been fucked up. It still is so it might be slow updates but please have patience with me.

(This is a draft and it isn't completed.)

𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒖𝒉 ♡︎ 𝒀/𝒏

𝒥ℯ 𝓉'𝒶𝒾𝓂ℯ, 𝓂ℴ𝓃 𝒶𝓂ℴ𝓊𝓇

𝙿𝚘𝚟: 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 . 𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢..

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜; 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚛𝚊𝚠 (𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚋4 𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚙), 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝑱ᴏʜɴɴʏ walks into the bedroom. Its dimly lit as he sighed. Your body heaving up and down slowly from your breathing. He felt bad from the argument you both had earlier. He should have heard you out that time. But it was too late now.

He knew you wouldn't want to talk to him now. He dropped his bags and went into the bathroom doing his night routine. When the door shuts you jump slightly in the bed subconsciously and went back to sleep.

After the door open and steam exits the bathroom as johnny walks out in his towel wrapped around his waist. He looks at your vanity and decides to sit on it. Looking at himself, he uses your hairdryer to quickly dry his hair.

He look at your figure through the mirror. He felt off at the act you weren't up waiting for him. With stories to tell about work. Plus wanting to hear about his day as well.

There wasn't any food left out for him to eat. His stomach rumbles remembering when you asked him earlier to take you out for groceries.

He didn't care about all that though he just wanted to be with you. The arguement was quite bad he knew you'd probably be angry for days. This already happened before.

"Y/n?" He shook you softly as he entered the bed. With no response. He removed the blanket from your body. He notice you wearing his favorite light blue lingerie, the one you wore for his birthday.

He bit his lips and shut his eyes as you pulled the covers back over you. He could feel a tent rising underneath his towel.

He got up to go change into a pair of loose boxers and hung the towel up. Looking back he saw your breast exposing itself as you shift positions.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He whined as he lied next to you again. It was addicting, he couldn't take his eyes off of your body. Even though he knew it was his, it felt wrong.

You sleeping while he wanted to destroy everything you had to offer. He squeeze his legs shut trying to distract himself. Praying not to get horny.

You instead made things worse turning over to the left. Facing him as you arms swings into his lap. "S-so close" he stated as he saw how close your hand was to his dick.

At this point he can't rid the fact he has a huge boner right now. Thinking of how he's gonna fuck the shit out of you.

That was the last straw. He got up and hovered on top of you. Seeing your neck makes him want to leave dark bruises over it.

He ran his now turning cold fingers over it. Going down to your right breast. He grasp It in his hands squeezing it a little. Thinking about licking and biting it at the bud.

He adjusted the blanket, it now covers the top half and not the bottom. His hands trails again it to your thigh. How he wanted them to shake so much. His hands reached back up to the center.

Your golden treasure for him. Covered in a thin piece of clothing. He runs his fingers up and down it. You subconsciously roll your hips towards his fingers and he smiles.

Johnny knew he was the only one to get you desperate, even in your sleep. Johnny's mind only being filled with destroying your pussy.

"Can't take it anymore" he silently states as he pulled off your panties. Holding your legs open with his hands. Veins now popping out from there to his arms.

"Fuck..." he shuts his eyes thinking of it's a good idea. He should just wake you up and ask, but you would most likely say no. But doing this also made him feel like he was taking advantage of you.

But he remembered the time when you told him once "use me whenever you like, you know I really want it any time of the day or night."

Fuck it. He dives into your pussy. Arousal already dripping out of you as the point when he starts teasing your clit with his tongue.

You woke up, reflex getting to you you accidentally slap Johnny's head. "Who's That!" He didn't budge. He knows himself he deserved the slap. This proves your loyalty to him. "Johnny? W-what are you doING Fuck!" You threw your head back as he flicks at your sensitive bud.

You hands reached for his hair. You rested your shoulders knowing that it was Johnny. Your husband making you crazy. You weren't going to lie you were thinking about him earlier too.

"Johnny please~" you moaned out. As he pulled out and spat on your pussy. Watching it drip down was driving him insane. "Please what?" You shut your eyes as you feel his fingers making contact with your pussy and rubbing rapid circles. "J-just Fuck! I-I mean fuck m-me already please"

Johnny only smiles at you before diving back into your sweet muff. His own cock dripping out precum already.

You grabbed the bedsheets as the feeling occurred in you. The excitement anticipated feeling. "I'm g-gonna cum! Please johnny! I'm gonna c-cum!"

Your chest heaves faster as johnny looks up at your facial expressions. Your eyebrows furrowed. Before it spills out, eyes widening, thighs shaking rapidly, eyes fluttering threatening to shut as tears flow.

"yes Yes YES! Fuck right there" you rocked your hips against his mouth as he moaned against your throbbing pussy. Johnny's grasp on your thighs becoming harder.

Finally he pulls away. Seeing your lightly abused pussy. He spits in his hand before slapping his saliva on you treasure.

You whimper. "You want more don't you?" Johnny asked you as he forced 2 fingers into your hole.

"Yes, I-I want you..." You said as he pumps his fingers in you fast. You could hear the squelching sound your womanhood was making.

"We're going to go all night. For how you disregarded me earlier." Johnny sternly told you. Looking deep in your eyes you knew he was serious.

"It's too much~" You whined. "It's not too much if you hadn't have my dick in you yet." He raised his eyebrow at you and bit his lip.

In a second you was flipped around and Johnny's over you. Giving you backshots that there was no tomorrow.

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kpopcafeeee · 5 months

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UGH, AS IF!

Pairing: frat boy! jaehyun x fem! Reader

Genre: college au, smut, crack

Warnings: frat boy AND f boy jaehyun! + bitchy popular girl reader!, smut, hair pulling, unprotected sex (y/n is on birth control), cussing LOTS, kissing, degration, ass slapping , doggy style ig 🤔

A/N: this is coming out after do wanna make a movie? Featuring Yuta so y’all better buckle up and hang on tight!!

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andysorbit · 1 year

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Riding Johnny so good his thighs start shaking > I need him so bad 😭 help

I say this with all the love I have in my heart... bless your soul but also fuck you

I log in for the morning and immediately get snatched by my fkn edges JESUS

You both just keep going at it and neither of you wanna stop because it just feels too good so after he cums, you kiss and he just smiles weakly at you,

"My greedy little girl. Don't wanna stop, do you?" he asks as he tries his best to stay in the moment but he's losing the battle and you nod.

Johnny would place one hand on your hip and the other around your neck and he'd watch your tits bounce in a dreamy daze.

You'd just keep riding him, "You like that, daddy? Huh? You like feeling my pussy milk your cock? Oooh, it's still so hard, daddy. So fucking hard," You whimper.

It's becoming too much to keep going but the idea of stopping makes you want to cry because the feel of him inside you and the way his eyes lazily pass back and forth between your body and your eyes is magnetic.

"Babe... fuck. Keep going. Don't you dare stop," he pants as his thighs begin to shake and the grip he has on your neck weakens for a only a moment.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you roll your hips.

Johnny wraps his arms around your waist and crushes your bodies together, "Come on, beautiful. Just... don't stop " he moans.

You both tremble wildly but you keep going and he kisses you roughly, "S- such a... fuck... such a- such a wet cunt. Soaked... soaked with my cum. You... you fucking feel it just leaking out of you? God.” he’d drawl on and try so hard to still maintain some level of control over you and you’d both just be victims of overstimulation due to the sheer greed you both obviously let consume you.

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rockstaryuta · 4 months

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﹫ SMOKING KILLS . . . 일이칠 ✮⋆˙

cigarette with his number on it, he gave it over me, do you want it?

[ ☆ ] nct 127 headcanon. afab! reader. warning. 18+ mdni, smoking, kissing, smut, fingering, missionary, rough sex, doggy style, blowjob, cowgirl, dirty talk, use of pet names.

the stench of the cigarette drenches the previous smell of sex, washing over the room with the repetitive drawl of smoke which plumes from your lips. and his. taeil always smokes after the two of you fuck, a habit he picked up from you along with your favorite brand. it's never during, always after. that way, he can taste you over and over again on his lips. rolling off his tongue and sticking to the air of the room. clinging to the underside of your fingernails and the ash that lingers on your tongue. he tastes you with every drag, a thought that causes his cock to ache. he's never able to finish those cigs.

"not the same," he mumbles against your lips, butt end of the cigarette poking your cheek as he holds your face between his hands, swiping his tongue softly against your bottom lip."fuck, you taste so much better, baby,"

sitting on his lap, legs spread with his slender fingers sliding up and down your slit, the cigarette in between your lips is practically forgotten. though, not by johnny who reaches up to steal it from its imprisonment between your teeth with a low laugh. he whispers some undoubtedly grating comment into your ears as he blows out smoke, pressing his middle finger just barely inside of you before pulling out and drawing tight, slow circles around your clit. he loves the way you jerk against him, biting back desperate whines, eyes clenched shut and hands gripping the edge of your t shirt. he taps the ash off the cigarette which an absent minded flick of his wrist, bringing it back to your open mouth with a self-satisfied grin and the sudden plunge of his fingers.

“what’s a matter, baby?” he coos, nipping at your earlobe as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a pace that has your eyes rolling back in your head, “don’t wanna smoke?”

you think taeyong looks his most handsome when he’s just like this. between your legs, delicate hands pushing your thighs back as far as they can. using them as a crutch to hold himself upright, a whiny hiss escaping from his mouth each time he pushes his cock back into you. mumbling about how tight you are, how good he feels when he’s fucking you, all these pretty words that are muffled by the presence of the cigarette in between his lips. the ash falling down to the exposed expanse of your belly each time he thrusts, teeth clenched so tightly that the cigarette itself has become a contorted, disfigured image of itself.

“so good, so, so good…” he whimpers, words unintelligible and eyes fluttering somewhere between clamped down and wide open as he leans against your legs, cock twitching as you clench around him. smoke dripping from his lips as he mewls, “so fucking tight, so perfect for me,"

it always starts with shotgunning. a shared cigarette leading to a heated kiss, smoke falling from your open mouth as he bites down on your bottom lip. a kiss leading to you being bent over onto all fours. all fours leading to yuta’s cock relentlessly slamming into you. cigarette held in between the slender fingers that are laced into your hair, pulling harshly enough that your neck is craned back, earning you a breathless, cheshire grin from the man fucking you stupid. his opposite hand is digging into your hip, a grip so hard that you’re sure there will be bruises in the shape of his handprint when he’s finished. he’s barely able to take a drag, mouth never closed long enough to actually inhale the smoke, always interrupted by a hoarse groan or a comment that nearly sends you over the edge. but when he does smoke, he’s always so lightheaded from the feeling of his cock inside of you that he doesn’t even taste it.

“yeah, you like that?” it’s less of a moaned-out question and more of a definitive statement as his fingers tighten against your hip, taking a shaky drag, “that’s it, pretty. you take my cock so well,”

there are many simple pleasures in jaehyun’s life. and one of them is watching you suck on the head of his cock, blowing smoke from your cigarette as you lap at his throbbing tip. one hand holding the cig, perfectly poised on the v of his torso, and the other tensed around the base of his cock, moving in pace with the strokes of your tongue. he loves the taste of the cigarette, a mixture of you and him, sealed with the impression of your lipstick that is smeared against both the rolled paper and the length of his erection. head tossed back, hand laying over his shut eyes, he takes a drag before handing it back to you. feeling your exhale on his sensitive head, inducing the ache of his cock and a low moan before you finally allow him to slide back into your mouth.

“don’t stop,” he groans, opposite hand digging into the flesh of his thighs as you circle his tip, blowing smoke against him, “shit, baby. you’re driving me crazy,”

doyoung doesn’t like the brand you smoke, constantly nagging you to switch to his favorite brand. that way he wouldn’t have to gag whenever you two kissed or make a face of disgust whenever he caught a whiff of it on you. but he supposes that they aren’t all that bad when they’re smothered by the stench of sex. when the only taste on his tongue is blood, biting down on his bottom lip as he buries his cock into you. one hand pressing down upon the small of your back as you arch for him, the other steadying your ashtray that rocks against the sheets each time he thrusts into you. he steals the cigarette from your stuttering fingers, wet with your drool and bent from your grip. he supposes that he could get used to your brand.

“tastes like you, pretty,” he pants, leaning forward against your back to place it between your lips, encouraging you to take a drag, “don’t you think?”

repeatedly sinking down onto his cock, bottoming out with an airy moan, you nearly drop the cigarette on jungwoo’s chest. his hands are everywhere, cupping your ass, sliding up to your waist, kneading your breasts, thumbs slipping over your nipple with practiced precision. every movement, every breath is concluded with a whimper that escapes from his throat, rolling his hips into you in a desperate plea to get any further semblance of friction. he’s so sensitive that it’s almost pitiful, babbling incoherent sentences that are more moans than words as you rock your hips in a fluid rhythm. cigarette brought to your lips and smoke exhaled alongside a mewl of pleasure, your opposing hand laced with his own as he paws at your tits. there are two things that he prizes above all other iterations of chasing a high, smoking and watching you smoke. and it’s for this reason that you continually lean down onto his chest, hand steadying yourself on his torso and pussy clenching around his cock. you bring the cigarette to his lips, watching him take an exaggerated drag. one that you meet with a clumsy kiss, smoke trapped between your mouths. the feeling of your tongue on his, the tobacco burning in the back of his throat, and his cock buried all the way inside of you is enough for him to lose any shred of self control.

“it’s not fair,” he whines, rutting his hips into you as he smokes, your hand brought to his lips in an effort to let him take another drag, “you just make me cum too quickly,"

for the majority of your time knowing mark, smoking has always been more your speed than his. and perhaps that was for the best. because right now, watching him fist his cock above your pussy, occasionally smearing his precum against your aching folds with a cigarette in between his lips, is bringing you to the brink of orgasm. he takes a drag with a trembling hand, exhaling with half-lidded eyes and a needy groan. the smoke sticks to his eyelashes, clouding his vision as he rubs his tip over your clit before moving down to buck against your slit. he pulls the cigarette from his lips, holding it in between two, slender fingers as he presses down on your lower stomach. feeling himself push inside of you with a cacophony of hissed iterations of ‘shit’ and ‘fuck,’ amongst others. and when he starts fucking you? thrusting in and out as he whines about how much he loves you, how good you feel, how he’s already so, so close. the cigarette is left forgotten and crumbling on the surface of your torso, allowing you to steal it from his lingering fingers and save yourself the trouble of a burn.

“don’t look at me like that, baby,” he groans, watching you stare back at him as you take a lazy drag, tits bouncing and face flushed, “shit, you’re gonna make me cum with that look,”

you’re not one hundred percent sure that haechan knows what shotgunning is. but you can’t complain much when his hands are on you like this, one gripping your waist and the other clawing at your back as he presses himself against you. cock buried deep inside of you as he whimpers and whines against your neck, pressing sloppy, drooling kisses to your throat and leaving behind the soft impression of his teeth. he ruts into you like a dog in heat, desperate and urgent as if his life depends on it. you barely can take a drag of the cigarette that’s caught between both of your entangled fingers before he’s kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he inhales the smoke that has fallen from your lips.

“t-too much,” he slurs, biting down harshly on the space between the beginnings of your shoulder and neck, “gonna cum. so fucking close,”

🗯️ note. if it wasn't obvious by the length of his section, jungwoo has me gnashing my teeth, ripping out my hair, shaking the bars of my enclosure. i need a cig after writing this.

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jistagrams · 5 months

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sweet?

johnny suh x reader

warnings: fluff, kinda smut?, mdni !!, male oral, reader was described as “just a hole”, lmk if i missed any

a/n: accidentally deleted the request that asked for more johnny content 😭😭

“johnny” you huffed out, already getting ready to yell at the much taller figure in the other room. He had forgot to put down the toilet seat. once again. “yes hun?” he strolled in, a smile apparent on his face. you pointed to the toilet, “didn’t I tell u to put it down after? is there a loose screw in there?” you cocked your head to the side, giving him a nasty glare.

Johnny pouted and moved to put it down, you got out of his way, backing up to the sink. “sorry yn.. just forgot about it” he genuinely apologized. He knew you got ticked off easily, even with these small things but to you, it was a huge deal. why can’t he put it down? Is he dumb? Does his arms not work? you sighed and rubbed your forehead, trying to ignore the small headache. you walk out mumbling a “thanks” and walked to the cabinet that held all the medicine, grabbing some aspirin and taking it without any water. he came up from behind you and held you from your waist, placing his head on your shoulder, “you mad at me?” He smiled at you, “no, just a little annoyed??” in all honesty, you have no idea what you feel right now. One moment your mad the next your okay, confusing right? well johnny doesn’t mind, he can handle it. “That’s okay hun, let’s go back to the room, yeah?” You nodded at his words, walking inside your shared bedroom, laying on the bed soon after. He cuddled up right next to you. kissing your neck and holding you by the waist as you threw the blanket on the both of you. “your so beautiful, makes me kinda mad” he joked, giggling after. you joined in the laughter, “your handsome, kinda makes me mad too” you said the same, he hummed and continued to kiss your jaw and neck, johnny was never the type to force you to do anything, always wanting to go at your pace. Never saying he was horny or that he wanted you now, only saying things like that when it felt right. Of course you guys have had sex before but he would rarely say he wanted to fuck, always letting you say something first (unless he was horny like a mf) so when he said “I’m horny” it took you off guard, obviously you’ve heard him say things like that but he always sugar coated it like, “oh baby… would you want to..you know?” he was just sweet like that, and he definitely tasted sweet, so why would you pass up something as good as this? “then let’s fuck” you deadpanned. it was like a whole new him when you said those 3 words, who knew a man with such patience could be holding you down on his dick, not letting you go up for air. forcing you to breathe through your nose, “fuck yn, been waiting to go rough for so long, always so sweet and caring with you.. fuck wait just like that” he moaned and slurred his words, holding onto your hair as he used your mouth like it was just a hole, bobbing your head up and down on his long, girthy dick. “gonna cum, don’t spill anything or else” he spoke in a way you wanted to hear forever, fuck. did you like this new him?

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Sip & Share. | S.JH

— Prologue: “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

— Summary: You didn’t get the job interview. Depressed and low on motivation, you went over to your favourite café but you end up sip & sharing your life to one of the co-workers who works there.

— Genre: Wholesome Smut(?) Smut smut minors dni. Johnny!barista. There’s lots of praises here. Johnny has the biggest size kink though. They have sex at the café staff room. Pinning. Protected sex. Teasing. Y/n enjoys teasing Johnny. Y/n is older than Johnny here (for spice) because older noona kink. Mention of failing interview.

— Notes: Brewing Romance — The Series Masterlist.

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The clouds oblige and rain descends in little gleam-drops of bullet drops. Walking through the heavy night fall in this dangerously cold rain, you’re bound to be hit with this wash over. The sound of the rain is a harmonic thrumming on your jacket as you run towards this café you’ve always loved. Whenever you crave their coffee you come in here. But it would be a first time you coming into the café when you’re in a gloomy mood.

Today wasn’t your day at all. You hate that your life is going downhill. You just know that even if your life feels like it’s going badly every second you’re going to do something you just know it’s not going to be like this forever right? Eventually life gets better. But you keep wondering ‘When is my life about to get better?’ Because you’ve been waiting for your life to become something great and worthy of a while now and you’re becoming impatient.

The café swings a little bell and you take a seat down at one of the chairs as you take off your wet purse bag putting it on the table. You look out the window watching the heavy rain in the darkness. It’s way too late at night but this café closes at 2am so it’s always popular with night-folks people.

You wonder who is working here. Today there wasn’t many workers but a young attractive looking guy who is gazing over at you at the counter behind with the reception cashier. He was cleaning down the counters before looking at you. He saw how gloomy you look and actually he felt kind of uncomfortable with the fact that you’re sad.

Johnny tends to be one of the workers in the café that is very laid back and always trying to make people feel happy and better, so when he saw your expression as if your day was going very bad, he just felt obliged to make to a free coffee. Even if you didn’t ask. You were a pretty beautiful woman too. In fact he second glanced at you when you entered the café but you didn’t see that.

He puts down the cloth and walks over to you with a charming smile. The young man you see walking over to your table so he can take your owner has black curly and neat styled hair. He wore this black button up shirt leaving one button open. It was a very charming expression he held. You feel nearly intimidated by how good looking he was. You never seen this man working here but he seems like a professional since he’s the only one working the night shift to take care of the café.

When you’re at the café you are always served by a young lady and a young guy called Jungwoo. You wonder if Jungwoo doesn’t do nightshifts.

“Hey there, what’s got your head in the clouds?” He said with a little chuckle in between. He was very curious what kind of situation the customer had been going through for you to be so gloomy on a rainy day. He’s sure you have many reasons for your mood, though he doesn’t want to make you feel any worse. He wanted to cheer you up in any way possible. And it was a good thing Johnny puts customers above himself.

“Oh you know, life just goes sideways and screws you right over.” You mumble with sarcasm humour as your eyes looks at the tall young man who works at the café. Your back sits up in your seat taking off your wet jacket. “May I get a hot coffee, please? In medium size.” Johnny took down your order on the small notepad that every waitress used to take every customer needs down. The jacket you took off rests against the chair.

You didn’t want to complain to the worker but it was clear when you said how much life screws you over sideways just makes him think you really had something bad happen to you. He was very curious the more you keep talking.

And he’s trying so hard not to laugh when your sarcasm was very visible. Johnny tries his hardest to hold his chuckle back before it explodes out of his face. He wants to relate to you, but he never had it rough before… at least not that he remembered. He still thought your life problems were a good reason to be upset, though he can’t relate he wanted to try helping out.

He nods, and goes into the back to make her coffee. Johnny puts the pen down closing it and the small square yellow notepad away. “Alright one medium coffee coming up.”

“I’m Johnny, by the way. What’s your name, Miss?” He smiles towards you and before he would go make your coffee he just needs your name. Small introduction never hurt anyone right?

You were slightly more stunned that the very handsome man introduced himself to you but you maybe thought it was compulsory to do that?

Your eyes stay on Johnny and you give him a short smile. “Y/n is my name.” Once your name reached his ears Johnny knew it was a very beautiful name and he wanted to say it was, but he had to get on his way to make your coffee.

He wouldn’t want his best friend and boss the owner of this café to completely scold him thinking he was flirting with a customer. But Johnny wondered a lot. You’re very beautiful that was a fact. But you look so lonely and he just felt so gravitated towards you to keep you company. On the other hand he has no other customers at this time and you’re the only one here so it was very tempting to sit down and chat away to make you feel in a better mood.

If Yuta was here Johnny knew he would’ve gotten scolded. Especially when his boss was Yuta.

Your eyes we’re gravitating back to Johnny after he has left going back to the barista counter to make the coffee. You watch him from the far distance between your table by the large café window while watching the man. You feel very sneaky as your eyes were glued on the biceps and the muscular build he seems to have. You wish you weren’t drooling at the sight but you were.

How come you never met this fine man working at your favourite café before?

Your face gives a soft whenever you look at him checking how his arms were making the coffee and his biceps. They felt so warm and the urge for you to not make scenarios up took every fight in you against your filthy mind. “So, Johnny. Are you good at making coffee?” You want to stop looking at him but you also wanted to speak a conversation up. You raised an eyebrow in hope he does since he’s making your drink right now.

The way you strike up a conversation makes him think it was a great compliment because he really wanted to chat with you. You have him the opportunity so he took it while making the coffee it was a strong aromatic flavour and smell. He managed to keep a smile on his face and his eyes bright despite being caught off guard since he didn’t expect you to want to speak to him.

He couldn't help but notice how attracted you was towards his body. Before he could answer you he comes out with a mug, with warm hot coffee, he makes sure it's perfect as he gives it to you, with a splash of milk at the top.

Johnny chuckles a bit, "I can definitely say i'm an amazing coffee maker." He smiles, and winks at you as he gives her the warm mug.

Amongst the other employees in the café Johnny would have to put himself as top three best baristas in the working staff room. He would have to say that him and Jaehyun are pretty on par. Jungwoo was amazing actually. He always gets the orders right. Johnny was pretty good though and he never leaves a customer disappointed with their coffee.

You want to have a good judgement so you try not to be biased towards him. Just because he’s got a pretty face doesn’t mean he might have the best coffee you try to think of it that way.

“I guess I’ll be the judge of that Johnny.” Your voice said with a wide smirk as he brings the drink to you on the table. Your nostrils gather the smells already from the warm aromatic coffee, it was a strong smell with a splash of milk on it drizzling with sweetness. Johnny found you to be quite charming and he enjoys how you’re going to judge him and his coffee market making.

No other customer was ever so keen on judging his coffee making skills before. Johnny won’t lie he really hopes he makes a good impression with the coffee he gave you.

Your lips press on the mug to sip the coffee while Johnny waits for your answer and reaction. You tried to keep a straight face. Johnny sat down at your table as he waits now. The arms crossed as he’s staring at you trying to read some expression but he cannot figure it out.

The café fell in silence as this was everything to Johnny he was putting on the line his life and his amazing career, If he gets a bad rating this could mean the end.

Maybe this was him being a bit dramatic but Johnny loves coffee and as a coffee lover he should be amazing at making coffee therefore this was very very important to him. This was a very big deal for him. While he was sitting down in front of you he was was left thinking in his head; Was it good? Was it bad? Was it not hot enough? Maybe it was too hot? Johnny could only hope it was great. He can’t handle rejection. The heat on his face was visible and the stress he was going through with inner conflict shown on his face.

“What’s your honest opinion on this?” His voice was a little shaky as his eyes can’t help but stare at you down as if he was searching for your soul to take.

If you’re being honest now you’re just teasing him straight up. You can’t help but find it that he can be very endearingly cute in a way. He looks like a lost puppy who doesn’t want to disappoint their owner right now. You want to laugh but you kept on a straight unreadable face.

And then you start to slowly answer him. “It’s good…” You tell him as the nervous expression on his face starts to dissolve like milk and coffee blend together. He now knew you were purposely making him nervous you could hear under his breath ‘What the…’ because he didn’t expect you to make him wait for such a short comment.

“Did I scare you?” You proudly grin. The coffee was great actually probably one of the best coffees you tasted. You weren’t sure who’s coffee you liked the most; Jungwoo’s or Johnny’s?

You definitely did more than scare the poor man. You had him hanging on a piece of thread as if he was about to fall into oblivion. His face goes a little redder as he smiles back at you and laughs as well.

"You caught me off guard is what you did." He chuckles.

He smiles while watching you drink the coffee he made for you , as he sees your face go from depressed looking to a much more cheerier face, with a smile on your face. He just wanted to see you happy. His job was complete... and he felt good...

"I'm glad you enjoy it." Johnny said to you and you smirk nodding as you’re enjoying your warm mug of coffee right now. It was very good even though you had him literally gasping for a good rating for no reason too.

There was a certain attraction between you two. There definitely was something, you both feel it. But none of you can act up on it.

He looks at you once again, though he noticed how your eyes are back to admiring his muscles and his attire. He wanted to say something, but he knows if he makes a move it could ruin the progress he made with you and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

He smiles back at you, thinking how cute you looked when you’re a little shy. He wanted to put you in a better mood, as he felt bad you wasn't feeling great in the beginning. He gets up from his chair however when work was calling him. He can’t forget about his duty right now either.

"I'll be heading back to the counter."

The minor disappointment on your face was visible but you try to hide it with a little nodding smile as you saw Johnny go back to the counter to do his work. You’re not sure why you’re left with this lingering feeling that you wanted him to stay and chat with you some more. “Okay, I’ll be here drinking my… coffee.” You reply with a smile as your lips press on the cup to drink the coffee while he goes to the counter leaving the chair.

You watched him walk over checking him from behind as he was walking away. You can’t help yourself but check him out okay? It would be a crime not to. You bite your bottom lip while smirking. Maybe you failed your interview today but you was definitely enjoying Johnny’s company right now. And maybe you were flirting with him a little bit only subtly.

The café worker definitely feels the two pair of eyes checking him up and down as if he was your mealS Johnny looks over, seeing you bite your bottom lip. He smiles as he continues to look at yo while he waits at the counter. He watches as your lips are biting tour bottom lip and it just makes him think many things he shouldn’t; very unholy things right now. He puts on a smile as it’s so obvious you are checking him out. He couldn't hold the smirk back any longer from your actions.

Johnny gets an idea to try and speak to you more. The idea essentially was just you speaking about your problems because he remembered you telling him how you didn’t have the best day. He just wants the details and maybe he can be of help to you if you open up? Maybe all you need is someone to speak to.

After a few minutes you were nearly done with your coffee but you see the man coming over again. Johnny walks over and gets a pen and paper in front of the tables. “I've got an idea to cheer you up."

You wonder what does he mean by this but when Johnny pressed the paper and pen towards you he lets out a chuckle as he saw your curious expression trying to figure this out.

He smiles as he opens the page of his notebook, as he writes something on it. Johnny looks up at her as he tries his best to keep a straight face. Though he was happy to see her smile, as he knew this would cheer her up more. He shows her what he wrote on the page. "You can vent here." He gives her the notebook and a pen.

You can’t help it but think he’s being very thoughtful of you and being mindful.

But you have a better idea. You chuckle as you look at the notepad and pen. Your hands rub the back of your neck while looking back at him now. “How about I vent to you through conversations?”

Johnny smiles looking at you as he puts his hand on your shoulder and sits back down on the chair.

"I can listen to you vent, as long as it keeps that beautiful smile on your face... but if you want to talk about it, go ahead... i'm listening." He smiles warmly as he sees you’re rubbing the back of your neck as if it was your nervous habit tick. He looks at you once again, and notices how tired you must've been.

"Tell me, what happened before you came to this rainy night today?"

You took a deep breath. You don’t want to feel like you’re burdening him of course not but he voluntarily said you can vent to him. On the other hand you feel like you might physically combust if you don’t speak to someone about this. And Johnny seems to be the only person you can speak to him about this with. You think this might be a good idea to just tell him what’s been happening in your life.

“Today I had a job interview and I failed it. I didn’t get the job.” Your voice sighs as your body slants back on the seats. “So I guess life screwed me sideways.” You tell him lowly. “I’m in my 30’s with no job…”

You had a job but you never expected it to end the way you did. At first your job was amazing. You loved it and everyone was nice at your job but then your boss turns out to be a complete nightmare.

You’re not the type of employee to stand abuse with a boss despite them being your boss with greater power. You wouldn’t stand to such things. Many people do that but you don’t and you can’t handle stress when it’s from employee abuse.

You can’t stand injustice either so you left on your own record and now you’re trying to find another job. But you’ve not been having luck yet.

The man was listening to you with an attentive eye towards you. He can tell you’ve been worrying about this for a while. It must be pressuring you to get a job already but he thinks you’re worrying for no reason because there’s bound to be a job somewhere for you surely.

Johnny sighs as well, matching your tone.

"Hey, don't be too hard on yourself." He gives you a comforting smile. "There'll be another opportunity waiting somewhere... just gotta give it some time." He chuckles as he thinks you must've been struggling to find a good job... and it took you more time than you thought it would.

He now rubs your shoulder in comfort. "Don't worry, you won't stay without a job for long." He smiles, and looks down at you with a warm smile.

You start to wonder how come he’s so nice to you? Johnny just knows how to say the right things to you in the right moments.

“I guess you’re right…” You state with now a few chuckles a bit. You feel now a bit better about your situation. You would’ve never thought this was going to make you feel so much better and lighter on your shoulders. “Thank you you’re very sweet you know that?” You said back smiling now, he even rubbed your shoulders and it makes you feel more relaxed too.

Your eyes are both connecting in this contact regarding for a while but it feels like a few seconds to you. The both of you fell for your eyes distractions. They both share the same lingering eye glance, you shift your upper body closer and smile more looking at him while your eyes open up at him some more, as if you were now admiring him up close with a warm heartfelt look.

“How can I repay you for your kindness?” Johnny heard you ask him this. He has a flirtatious smile and a charming expression, how can you repay him?

He never once needed anything from you. Johnny actually wants nothing from you at all.

With a warm bright tone he spoke enough to have you melting a little. "No need to repay me..." He smiled at his flirtatious remark. "Just seeing you smile is enough for me." Johnny looks at how your smile grew when he said that now, thinking how beautiful and stunning you are. He wondered what was going through your mind.

"So... you're in your 30's..." Johnny starts, still staring at your magnetic eyes. "You're quite the beautiful woman." He smiled, complimenting you because he was being so honest you are beautiful from head to toe. He couldn't help but notice it the moment you walked into the café.

The compliment went through the ear and out the other as if you’re flushing it out. You just didn’t believe him at first, but his genuine expression made you feel flattered. “Oh please… I’m nearly an old woman.” Your voice tone comes out as mumbles as you feel complimented by him. Lifting your head up to look back at him with another curious glint in your eyes. “How old are you, Johnny if I may ask?”

Johnny smirks when you call yourself old. He didn’t think you’re old in fact you look very young for your age and heck, thirty wasn’t even old for him. He didn’t think you was old at all, but he understood that you are calling herself old because you probably feel like it on the inside.

“How could a lovely lady such as yourself be old?” He chuckle in slight humour with a charming glance at you to have you weak for him, and whatever he was doing to you has you doing lapse

He thinks of his age when you asked him. He gives a little smirk leaning closer only a little subtly. “Well… since you asked, i’m about… 28.” Johnny smiles warmly to you.

You couldn’t really believe Johnny was twenty eight years old he looks even younger than that. You guessed in your head probably twenty four. But you must think it must be nice for him to look young especially when he works at this café. It was a popular café amongst other women. You now know why probably because of all the attractive employees. And Johnny was one of them definitely.

“You’re a young guy Johnny. You must get a lot of attention from women.” You point out now with a little smirk. “How about a relationship?” You might be getting ahead of yourself but you wanted to ask him. “You must have someone.”

There was a spark on those glistening Iris pupils of his that has you growing deeper and falling so much harder than before when you’ve asked if he was in a relationship. Johnny smiles as he sips his coffee, as he gets asked about his love life. He thinks about it and then sighs.

"Actually... i'm single." He chuckles when he surprised you greatly with his answer. "I don't really seem to have one yet." He smiles once again as he looks at you. For some reason you have unnecessary growing hope there might be something more between you both but surely that’s just you getting ahead of yourself?

"What about you, do you have a boyfriend by chance?" He smirks, as he sips more of his coffee. The question he asks you makes your heart race and you shake your head a simple no.

You calmly state. “No boyfriend.” And your lips quiver up as you’re wondering why and how come he hasn’t had a girlfriend yet?

He looks so damn perfect to you actually. It feels crazy to know he was single. There must be a reason but you know everyone must have their own way to deal with relationships. “ You’re a young guy you should find someone to settle with. I’m in my 30’s regretting not doing that sooner.”

Johnny felt the pain in the sigh and smiles at you telling him how much you regret not dating when you were younger. He looks at you once more, as he sips the rest of his coffee and puts the mug down on the table.

"I'll meet the right one when the time is right." He smiles back, and then laughs quietly as he looks at you with a playful grin. "Besides, I'm in no rush myself right now."

You finished your coffee now too, but you turn to him when he has now raised an eyebrow as if he had something to tell you. "What about we make this day a little more pleasant for you. I got a proposition."

This could go absolutely horribly or absolutely correctly. Johnny thinks there’s no in between for what he’s about to offer you considering this was quite a personal proposition to offer someone he has just met but, he couldn’t ignore your chemistry with him. As much as he’s trying not to make a big deal out of it Johnny had to admit; there was something going on between you two. Johnny takes a bit to think about his proposition, his flirtatious demeanor taking in place again, as he sees you move a little closer to hear him more. "Well I was trying to... figure out a way to make your day more pleasant..." Johnny smiles as he continues to look in the eyes of yours, as his gaze shifts from your eyes to your lips. He feel the same heart racing so fact and you feel your trembling eyes with slight excitement. "I think i've got an idea." He smiles when seeing the excitement on your face you could not hide. “You wanna hear it?"

You give him a nod, Johnny smirks at your physical response. Johnny smirks, noticing how excited you must be about his proposition. Knowing you, you probably have an idea of your own what it could be.

“Why don’t I take you to the staff rooms? So that we can make this day more… pleasuring for you…”Johnny slowly gets closer to your side of the table, his body getting close to your body.

“I mean… since I made the coffee right?” He chuckles, slowly looking at the lips belonging to your beautiful face. He bites his bottom lip as he looks back up at your magnetic eyes always pulling him to you with your magnetic field.

It feels more like a dream to you right now to hear one of the employees asking you to join him in the staff rooms at this night hours when the café should be closing down soon, but he has other plans for you and you were more than down to do this with him. You want to just feel good tonight and forget how bad your day went. Johnny was the only thing making your night better than your day was actually for the majority so completely shit. But Johnny? He was making it so much more worth while.

“Hmm, I guess that’s fair.” You grin out with your own pride and excitement playfully.

It feels like your mind was getting so many ideas right now and you shuffled closer and Johnny stands up as you take him by the hand and he leads the both of you into the staff room. The minute you entered with him it didn’t take a moment for the both of you to calm down because neither of you wanted to do that. You wanted to feel the rush, the adrenaline, the excitement and the daredevil feeling that you’re so craving. Your gasps come out when Johnny pulls you into a steamy heated makeout. The kisses took every single breath out of the lungs. It feels so good to finally kiss each other it feels like tension releasing from your muscles.

Your gasps come out at everything, especially when Johnny pulls away now that his lips slowly kiss the side of your tempting neck. “Johnny, can i repay you for venting and the coffee to you this way?” You smirk out while asking back chuckling. It makes Johnny smirk.

He found it very much amusing so he laughs along your words as the smirk stays on his face while reaching to caress your clothed body, as his hands creep upwards to caress your cheek while your faces are only barely an inch away from one another. The kiss you broke out off only a minute ago still as your heart racing so much. “I think that’s a perfect repayment for venting and this delicious coffee.” He whispers on the sides of your ear feeling your beautiful hair strands prickle his face, while his lips touch your neck and kisses it. The arms wrap around your waist as his other hand caressing and grabs your face.

Kissing your neck with his loving lips and a smirk written on that damply handsomely face of his, he was glad to be able to help you make your night even more thrilling than your other nights.

Johnny grabbing your face to reach over while kissing your neck makes you moan softly as your hands roam up his black button up shirt. You can finally feel that muscular build he has and it makes you literally exhilarate like a running engine on a car considering you’ve been making so many scenarios up with his body it was going to be the death of you. His bare back was run by your hands going down, you feel his entire body with your palms.

“Have you ever slept with someone that’s older than you?” You questioned softly as you feel your cheeks heat up. You haven’t slept with anyone younger but this was definitely going to be a first for you. You have a feeling Johnny knows how to satisfy a woman in bed however with the way he’s kissing your neck and your lips while caressing your body. Johnny’s entire presence dominates your mind and your soul at this point.

Your voice was silvery and short. You definitely feel so overwhelmed with just these touches and it makes him want to make you feel even more than this.

The man looks over at you with darken eyes. Johnny chuckles once again, he couldn't help but notice how her hands roamed through his shirt and his back, your fingertips feel so light and airy on his body it’s driving Johnny crazy and he can’t wait to have them explore him some more.

"I must say... I have not." He smirks as he bites the soft area of your neck a little harder and then reaching over to plant kisses on your chin while looking at your eyes. "But... I've always wanted to..." He looks up at the addicting lips, and gives you a kiss on your cheek.

"How about we make this an experience?" Johnny equips in exchanged look between your eyes, with a wide flirtatious smirk.

He already had a feeling you were going into the idea even though it was a rhetorical question he asked you, you shown great deal of nodding. Johnny chuckles when you pull away from him now as your face completely changed.

You’re now facing him with your boastful eyes as you pull only a certain distance making sure he was watching you with hungry eyes.

You’re more than okay to do this with Johnny. If anything you want more of it. You pull away stripping away your shirt unbuttoning it slowly. Johnny took small glances between your beautiful mature figure it just makes him so much more impatient for you.

And you certainly were such a tease, stripping yourself in front of him while he’s standing there flabbergasted by your beauty itself.

It’s like something in Johnny’s body just snapped, and he no longer could just stand there watching you strip tease him like this in the café’s staff rooms.

Darkly gazing over at you watching your strip teasing revealing your beautiful body and those curvy figure that he was about to enjoy more intimately in the staff room of the café very soon, Johnny won’t pass up on this opportunity now.

"My... my..." He looks at her body with whispers under his breath, starting to drool. Johnny was practically crying to touch you right now but on his face all you see was deep hunger; deep hunger for you. You looked so much smaller than he admitted. Not small as in you’re short but small as in your body was very dainty compared to him. Which makes Johnny think of vile things to do to you.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on you some more. The man starts to think if he touched you, you might break on his hand with a single hand touch.

Johnny goes from patient to complete impatient man. He takes his shirt off as well, revealing his muscular body and six-pack abs, along with his tattoos on his muscular arms. As you saw him undress you feel like you’ve done your job edging Johnny by messing with him, making him purposely impatient. Johnny then reached to go pin you to the wall of the staffing room.

When pinning you on the wall it feels so primal and near to animalistic but he still treated you softly he made sure you were not hurt in the process of being pinned. Of course he still cares for your well-being and the wall crashing on your back, you let out a gentle breath out that makes your body freeze and hitch on halt. You feel Johnny pull you into another heated kiss as he kept your body on the wall pinned with his muscular lean arms. Your hands felt so naturally warm gravitating towards his forearms and around his biceps feeling the tattoos he has on him, and the abs he has makes your imagination run wild and dry. You could go crazy for this guy.

You simply let your body breathe as the kiss took every bit of air you had in your lungs collected. “Oh… hmm you’re so, hmm…” You mumble between the kisses that are passionate and fiery. “Attractive.” You finish your sentence with a soft light laugh away from the kiss. “You have tattoos…?” Your gaze powers down to the tattoos. You whisper impressed as you feel your body shiver with contact on your skin made by him.

Johnny smirks, noticing how you’re gazing over at his physique now that you’re both so close together you’re complimenting his tattoos and muscular arms it makes him feel so much good when he heard it from you.

“Yeah… I got a couple you get to enjoy later.” He chuckled mischievously. He kisses you on your neck once again as he looks at your beautiful face softly leaning back doing that. “You’re not so bad yourself… you know.” Johnny smiles at your comment.

While you’re in your bra and underwear it won’t be long until your white bra around your chest slowly starts to be taken off. Johnny lifts your white bra, revealing your breasts for him as he looks back at them.

He bites his bottom lip as the sight of your beautiful breasts makes him even more uncontrollable in his own head. Your breasts were perfect; bouncy, perky and lifted upwards. Your nipples were a deep rosey colour. It’s almost like they the colour of your blush on your face.

Johnny’s hands groping your breasts, going down to kiss them, playing with them with his fingertips, he knew exactly how to make you feel so flustered right now because while he was fondling your round shaped breasts you were biting your lip in response as it feels so good to have two muscular hands moving them around. While playing with the nipples between the fingers twisting around the sensitive nips to have you achingly asking for more.

It’s like Johnny couldn’t get enough of you in this state. He wants to make you feel even better.

Hearing your lower voice making these soft sounds, Johnny couldn’t hold back, the look on his face tells it all. He’s ready to enjoy you in every way possible. He smiles, and looks at you with the same ole’ flirtatious look smugly. He takes you by your arm as he moves you over to the couch in the room. He makes you sit down and he sits down next to you at first. Grabbing at your thighs and he moves them over his legs. Making you sit on his lap, he kisses your neck as his nose on your neck sniffs your perfume scented skin and the natural scent of your bodily aroma.

You bring your hips tucking them close against his muscular build and the abs as you’re in nothing but your underwear now you feel exposed but so does he and you’re enjoying the view between your nude bodies. Your lower body was casually grinding occasionally you bounce a bit while Johnny held you in the position on his lap. The crotch area specifically was your target as your hips move back and forth in the grinding position, Johnny weakly groans.

Johnny’s eyes widen, as you grinding on his lap was torturous behaviour from you but also he feels so good too. It just makes him even more aroused than before.

“Feeling good?” He asks you slowly as his moves the nose to other spots on your neck taking in your scent as you smell so good and warm. Johnny always thought coffee beans were his favourite scent smell but no, you are definitely number one. He slowly grabs your arms, making you put them around him. Your arms feel very comfortable and warm for him. Johnny smiles up at you giving you a light kiss on your lips. Johnny made sure to pull you even closer to him by letting his hands grab your waist.

You feel amazing but you’re now feeling slightly more brusque you won’t lie.

“Yeah, hmm bit impatient right now.” You tell him with truthful words as you do feel a bit fretful and you can’t wait much longer. You want him so bad. Even though grinding feels nice, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the real deal you want. You lean down returning the kiss to become a steamy makeout between the two. As if this couldn’t get even more escalating with excitement you feel your body craving much more and the more he gives the more you want. It was a never ending cycle. Johnny tightens the grab around your waist as your breasts press on his own body in the steamy kiss.

You nip at the bottom lip while your breathing goes even heavier while your chest goes up and down with your heavy breath. It makes you feel so good in this hold. While nipping at his bottom lip Johnny let’s out a soft groan with your teeth brushing on the lips softly as your arms run up and down his nape behind the neck, as Johnny hardens underneath you feeling how horny he must be getting thanks to you.

You feel him smirk against the warm and sloppy messy makeout continues.

Grabbing a handful of your ass from behind as you’re sitting on the lap when you’re both focusing on the kissing you both give to one another, caressing your behind slowly. While you’re nibbling on his bottom lip he lets out a smirk. He visibly enjoys how you’re feeling at his nape while all of this was happening, and he chuckles while his hands are behind you grabbing your round perfectly shaped ass he can’t get enough of. “You want this?” Johnny smirks asking you.

You sigh out with pleasure when the kiss breaks apart leaving your faces apart for a brief moment just so he can caress your body some more, going lower caressing you in your underwear with a deep chuckle leaving his mouth seeing you sigh out. “I want this Johnny, I need this.”

He brushed his hands higher on your thighs caressing them now too, it makes you groan when his hand makes contact in between your thighs.

You sound so desperate for him, it makes him want to continue with you even more.

Johnny understands what you want and if you really need this so badly he’s going to give it to you. Johnny lifts you up going over to the nearest counter in the room that you’re in together, your body touches the cold surface and he slowly plays by the hem of your panties slipping them off down to your ankles.

The couch wasn’t doing it for him, he reckons the counter would be more comfortable and exciting for someone as eager as you. Plus he can get a higher view of you as you’re on the counter gazing down at him with your glint full eyes.

Your hips touch his when Johnny pulls your bodies closer to connect. The sight of the very round and thick tip carrying the weight on your entrance, he brushes himself inside very subtle changes in your walls and posture start to go rigid. You groan at the new sensation when Johnny makes himself fit inside your wet and very flowing eager cunt.

You’re just so dainty and small Johnny thinks that he might split you in half like a kit-kat. But at the same time you’re loving this and Johnny is more than loving this right now, it’s fuelling something inside him to drive more into you.

The length pushing in with all your strength dissolving you’re now a moaning mess as Johnny on the side place kisses on your neck and nibbling on it ever so slightly, as he can’t stop looking at you in so many ways imaginable. When your bodies are locked in the same pace back and forth on the counter top you feel Johnny’s body moving in and out of you with slow and gradual motions that will turn real quick into something else.

Your body is so soft. Your skin, your curves. His hands squeeze your thighs as he pulls you up against him closer than before on the countertop. He whispers into your ear with his mouth very close distance from your face. “Your body feels so heavenly Y/n…” Johnny smiles, moving his hands up to your hips.

“Mhhm so good,” You mumble between the kisses as you feel the squeeze he crafts on your thighs so hardly.

The rocking gets so much more intense, you’re now rocking your own body in a much faster way on the top while your breasts move along the rhythm of your body line. Johnny leans over kissing your moving beasts and occasionally sucking on the cleavage area having you breathless as you’re trying to steady your body on the countertop.

It was so intense you feel the shape inside you changing to adjust to his own large cock deeply inside you going even more, like he was digging to go back and inside you again.

“Oh god so deep, so deep… you’re going.” Your voice broke into whines.

“I know I am.” He whispers in your ear, while rocking more against you in this gruff manner with his cock practically making every space inside you his own, destroying all your insides while having you nicely stretched out.

The grinning face went over to kiss your neck, while his fingers on your skin digs into your skin. He smiles with that dominant nature he carries with him and it’s driving you crazy how a presence can be so suffocating to you in the best way possible. He is going to make sure you feel all the pleasure he can give.

You run down your nails on his back as you’re growing so much closer to your ending it’s not even going to be humanly possible for you to comprehend as your mind keeps blacking out on you, every movement he makes going into you became thrusts. It’s not long until he’s going to start ramming into your body like you’re something to be used for own self-fulfilling pleasure and purpose.

“I didn’t think I’d be here doing this with you, but here I am.” You state with your heavy breathing as your eyes are clenching at every pleasure your stomach was forming.

You made him smile now, he was hearing your words and he couldn’t help but crease open a smile on his face as his body was rutting down and up again in your body as your hips touch gracefully. Johnny loves the way you’re moaning and shaking right now it’s a sight he won’t be able to forget.

Johnny bites his bottom lip, as he leans down, closer to your nape.

“I’m so glad to be doing this with you. And you can make all the noise you want, it’s late…We got the place to ourselves.”

You feel a burning knot in your stomach, a scorching fiery ready to burst any minute now and you’re moaning endlessly, as if it’s enchanting Johnny to want to hear you more.

“Ahh me too, you’re definitely making me feel soo much better after a depressing day.” You murmur as Johnny hears your sweet words, he can’t help but think you’re such a sweetheart right now.

The more your bodies were practically like glued together you feel your stomach hitching ever so slightly more. You feel the wetness piling up and eventually Johnny thrusts once more feeling a warm sensation running down his cock that brings him over the edge as he’s gazing right at you.

Johnny seed your body flinching to the touch as you’re overwhelmed by your running orgasm, as your face becomes flushed up. He moves his fingers down your arms and smiles a bit at you.

“I see you finished,” Johnny whispers close to your face with a few series of heavy pants. Your eyes look up at him trembling from the pleasure. “Good girl, Noona.” Praising you in a low tone to you.

You let out slow whimpers, you’ve never felt so loved just from a guy you only met tonight and you won’t ever regret this. The way he calls you a good girl makes your face more and more flushed.

Your lips open apart. “Did you finish?” Catching your breath you watch the man slowly as he was still deeply buried in you barely twitching now as the movements have stopped but he was still solid hard making you want to move even more. “Where do you want to finish? In or out?” You now ask him with a little smile as you’re let him decide.

Johnny grins out with a chuckle, the idea of you finishing off aroused him even more.

He looks at you with a smug smile. “What do you think?”

“I know where I want to finish, but what about you? You haven’t told me yet.” He whispers dangerously close to your face with the same smug smile.

You softly reply as your heart race. He was so charming that it’s making your body go so mushy that you don’t know how to act with him. “I want you to finish inside, I’ll be honest.”

He stares at you, before he smiles back at you and nods. “Let’s make that a reality.”

The body moved in closer with yours as the pleasure lowly starts to rise once again, and reaching over to kissing you your tongue finds its way in his mouth with ease. Their tongues play against each other while Johnny moves in a fast pace as he knew, that you’d finish him quickly off knowing how good your body feels and you would make him feel so much more pleasure very soon.

Johnny wants to finish this once and for all, while savouring this beautiful moment with you. The many groans escape your mouth as Johnny pushed his hips down towards you repeatedly.

It wasn’t long until you feel Johnny rutting inside your cunt ready to fill it up and stuff it full of himself, and only himself. Johnny grunts deeply while the hands squeeze your hips and lower back with a final thrust into you, you gasp so desperately while you’re now having warm sensations running inside you filling up to your womb. Johnny rushed over his hands down with a few lingering pants. You felt so damn good it makes his mind go fuzzy.

Very carefully Johnny pulls out while you’re oozing out the very fine liquid dripping out of your cunt as he leaves you with a cream pie. You roll your head back and catch your breath once more. This might be the biggest cardio you’ve ever done.

Johnny was mesmerised by your oozing pussy and he leans up to kiss your lips, before he breaks the kiss once again.

“I’m so proud you could make me finish, Y/n.” He smirks a little seeing your shy expression and the exhaustion too, Johnny’s fingers caresses on your face with his fingers gazing into your eyes. “Good girl…” he whispers.

Johnny chuckles. “You look tired. Let me give you a lift home and…” He paused as you stare at him he pulls out his phone putting it on your hand palm. “And your number too.”

You chuckle. “Okay fine. Yes to both things.” You smile as you type your phone number into his phone meanwhile Johnny was watching you from the sideline admiring you.

He has literal heart eyes for you, he might be a fool for you right now.

“Perfect. I’ll be taking you out on a date.” Johnny announces. You’re definitely lucky or maybe your life is starting to get better?

Taking back the phone from your hands Johnny smirks a bit. Who would’ve known a night to your favourite café could lead to sip and share with one of the coworkers leading to this.

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allaboutthedongs · 2 years

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What the hell, Johnny! Like... what the hell!! 🥴🥵🔥

Johnny last night in LA

#nct 127 #nct #nct smut #johnny suh #johnny #johnny seo smut #johnny scenarios #johnny smut #johnny suh smut #nct johnny #johnny seo #nct hard hours #nct hard thoughts #kpop smut #nct 127 smut

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site-m4rkchn · 2 years

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How Nct 127 Would React To You Wearing A Skirt With Thigh Highs (Some well, most- members are gonna be nsfw so don't read them if you're uncomfortable!)

Taeil

He'd stop and stare. He'll admire your figure whenever you're near him. He hears how the guys constantly say that if you weren't dating him, they'd devour you in that skirt with the thigh highs that you're wearing. He gets slightly jealous and wraps his jacket around you and stays next to you the whole day. When you're back home, he drags you to the living room and says "You had your fun with the guys and now it's my turn, since you wanted to wear that short skirt out." before taking off his jacket and pushing you against the wall.

Johnny

He's checking you out 24/7. He can't keep his eyes off you. Every time you pass by him, his eyes goes to you(and your thighs). The guys literally have to give him a little shake so that he'll be focused on whatever he was gonna do or the conversation they were having. "Babe, if you keep going around in that skirt, I won't be able to keep my eyes off of you, you know that right? Unless you knew and wanted to tease me, hm?" He'd take his time in bed with you, considering you dressed up for him and took time to pick out your outfit.

Taeyong

He is touchy, just not as touchy as yuta. He knows when & where to stop or not to go overbroad. He gives you little pecks on your lips from time to time because he thinks you looks so pretty in the skirt & thigh highs that your wearing. He can't resist staring at you when he has time to do that. Kinda flirty but blushes the second you flirt back. Becomes cocky if you're the one that's blushing. "Babee, be with me for now, please? They said I can rest for awhile and I wanna hug you" He says, having those big boba eyes looking at you as he's pouting.

Yuta

He's extra clingy with you, even with the other guys. Hands around your waist, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt, gripping your thighs. Just really really touchy. He does try to kiss your neck from time to time but you don't let him, you do let him give little pecks to your neck. When you both are home, he'll want to make you feel good. He'll eat you out in your skirt because he thinks you'll be so pretty, whimpering and moaning while he eats you out in your skirt. "Stay still baby, I'm gonna eat you out, alright? You're gonna look so pretty and sound so so adorable for me."

Doyoung

Becomes possessive, he doesn't want anyone that's not him staring at you. He constantly hugs you from behind whenever he can, if not, he'll just be either holding your waist or your hand. Becomes whiny when he realizes that other guys are looking at you. "Babyyy, you look pretty but other guys are looking at youuu" He pouts and whines, very clingy as well.

Jaehyun

Can be extra extra flirty or really really shy. He's used to him being dominant in bed so when you assert your dominance to him, he blushes and avoids eye contact with you. With you asserting your dominance while wearing a skirt, he gets more flustered when you sit on his lap in front of everyone else. You take advantage of him being vulnerable and finally get to be the dominant one in bed. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Touch me, please? P-pretty please?"

Jungwoo

Can't. Stop. Glancing. At. You. He thinks you don't notice but he stares. Not in a creepy way, ofc. He stares at you in an admirable way. He thinks you look so so pretty with skirts. He wants you to wear more skirts so he just buys you skirts you seem interested in whenever you go shopping together. He even lets you pick out shirts for him. He'll buy you anything you want, as long as it'll go well with a skirt. "Darling, you look so so pretty. Wear more skirts for me, please?"

Mark

Just like Taeil, he stares. But his hands won't be off of you for a damn second. Obviously bricked up because he's bad at hiding his boners. The guys tease him about it, he gets all flustered whenever they do that. But when he's alone at home with you? A whole different person you're seeing. He corners you in the bedroom, his eyebrows raised. "Who taught you to dress like this, hm? On your knees now, slut. You'll take what I give, no mercy will be given. Do you understand that?"

Haechan

He becomes cocky when he realizes what you're wearing. He sees how you bend down trying not to expose yourself while wearing the skirt. How you constantly cover yourself every time you nearly got exposed. When you're in the kitchen, he goes up to you, arms hugging your waist then saying "you wore them for me, pretty baby? Hm?" quietly but loud enough for you to hear. His hands slowly going down to your skirt then lifting them up to play around with you before going to the bedroom.

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luvyeni · 1 year

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WASH DAY; JOHNNY SUH

pairings. boyfriend!johnny x blackchubby!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. anyone can read it , but it is implied that reader is black, fem!reader, thigh riding, oral (f. receiving) , unprotected sex, small size kink, nipple play .

synopsis. johnny knows how stressed you get after washing your hair , thankfully he's there to help you relieve that stress.

authors note. this is self indulgent , wash days and hair day for me last like 2 days and by the end of it i just want to shave all my hair off.

"stupid fucking comb!" johnny flinched , hearing you curse for the 9th time that hour , was he gonna get up and check on you? no , he tried that a year ago when you guys first started dating , and the look you gave him made him feel shivers down his spine.

as you twisted down the last twist , you felt like you could scream in ecstasy. "fucking finally!" you basically threw the comb into the sink , running out the bathroom , opting to clean the mess up later when your fingers stopped cramping.

"johnny!" you jumped on the bed , straddling his lap. "how does it look?" he smiled , rubbing your waist , his eyes wondering down your body , your stomach poking out a little from your tank top , plush thighs against his. "it looks good baby." he said , "what happened to the braids though?" you pouted.

"she canceled last minute , gotta wait until next week , so i just twisted it up until then." he nodded. "you look cute baby." he kissed your lips. "i love your twists so much." he wasn't lying , he loved when you wore braids or faux locs , they made you look even more sexy , but the twist just made you look so cute , especially when you added those cute jewelry.

it made him want to ruin you. he kissed your neck , sniffing your scent , the sent of shea butter that he loved so much. "johnny." you sighed , he nipped at your jaw. "that feels so good." he hummed against your skin. "does it now?" he bit down a little harder , you moaned grinding against his thigh. "i know how stressed you get after doing your hair , let me help baby." he flexed his thigh. "fu..fuck johnny." you whimpered , holding his shoulders.

"god baby , you're so sexy." his cock hardening in his shorts. "walking around in these short shorts all day , teasing me, then not letting me touch you." he squeezed your tits , "perfect fucking tits." he lifted your tank top over your head , titties bouncing. "my baby girl is so fucking pretty." he took one of your boobs into his mouth , sucking on your nipple.

"keep grinding on my thigh baby , i want you to make a mess on me." he kept sucking on your boobs. "fu..fuck johnny , im gonna cum!" you squealed , legs shaking as you came. "sh..shit." you slowed down , coming to a stop.

"fuck baby, get off i want to eat your pussy." you sat up against the headboard , he untied your shorts , you lifted your hips , letting him pull them down , tossing them. "such a pretty pussy." he layed down on his stomach , kissing both your thighs. "gonna make you sit on my face." he pushed his face against your heat , licking your cunt. "john..johnny." you grabbed his hair , pushing it against your heat , he pushed his tongue inside your hole , his nose brushing against your clit , "jo..johnny , want you inside me." you whined , he pulled away , wiping his lips.

"want me to fuck your pretty pussy baby." you layed down against the pillow , you bit your lip , watching him get undressed. "laying there like a goddess , waiting for me." he got in between your legs , spreading them more , his cock pressed against your folds.

"want my big cock , split your pussy open?" he pushed tip in. "pl..please." you moaned , as he pushed inside you. "oh fuck , you're so big." he smirked , thrusting slowly into you , making sure you felt him. "i know baby -shit- your pussy can barely take me , fu..fucking squeezing my dick." he groaned , speeding up his movements.

you grabbed his bicep , your nails clawing at him as he roughed fucked you , your tits bouncing at the impact. "sh..shit baby, i'm gonna cum !" he moaned , "fu..fuck me too!" you screamed , clenching around him. "fu..fuck babygirl , go ahead cream my fucking cock." your eyes rolled to back of your head , cumming with scream , he kept thrusting into you , kissing you roughly.

"oh fu..fuck baby , im cumming !" he growled , cumming. "sh..shit." he cursed , filling your cunt with his cum. "take my cum baby." his hip stilled inside you , his cock going soft. he pulled out of you , cum leaking out from your cunt , taking two of his fingers , pushing it back inside of you. "keep it inside you." he smirked, climbing off of you.

"you know , i really like wash day." he spoke up , cuddling you in bed. "oh really." you scoffed. "i'm glad my stress causes you pleasure." you said , punching his chest. "that's not why." he pouted , climbing back on top of you. "what is then." you bit your lip as he toyed with your nipple. "not only do you look so cute with any style you choose." he kissed your lips , tip pressed against your waiting hole.

"i always get to fuck you silly afterwards."

©️LUVYENI

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ncityprincess · 3 months

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The one before the big ‘three-oh’

Minors do not interact

Happy 29th Birthday to the boyfriend of all boyfriends, the one and only Mr. Johnny Suh🫦🎂

“Man, tonight was crazy fun y/n! Thank you so much, really. How did you score box seats to the Bulls vs the Lakers babe?!” your giddy fiancé exclaimed, high off of the evening’s events. You had just gotten back from the basketball game you surprised Johnny with for his birthday. The tickets cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it. Johnny made all other 364 days of the year magical for you. He deserved a special experience for his big day. It was the least you could do.

Johnny turned on the lights in the house as you took your heels off and set them aside. “Oh don’t worry about it baby. I’m just happy you had a fun birthday. How does it feel being 29, big guy?” The two of you migrated into the kitchen, your typical hang out spot in the house. You loved your little life you’d built with Johnny. From having to share a slice of pizza in your college days, to now being full grown adults and making a comfortable life for yourselves, it was these little moments you looked forward to in life. Making memories with the love of your life made you feel warm inside.

Johnny grabbed two water bottles and handed you one, opening it for you. “You know, normally I’d say I feel the same as any other age, but this year I truly do feel every bit of 29. I guess… it just feels like a serious number because it’s the last one before the big ‘three-oh’, ya know?” Johnny walked up to the barstool you were sitting on and stood in between your legs, cupping your dolled up face. You gave him a tiny, empathetic smile and caressed his large hands.

“You’re gonna be as sexy as ever once you hit those 30’s…just saying” you joked, hoping to soothe his thoughts a little. Johnny tossed his head back and snorted, “wow, thanks babe.”

You giggled along with him, rubbing your hands up and down his broad back. “You’re blossoming into such an amazing man, John. Seriously. I fall more in love with you each day, and it’s an honor that I get to do life with you. I love you so much honey.” Johnny couldn’t hide the blush creeping up on his face even if he wanted to. Of course, always the man of action rather than words, Johnny bent down and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. The action said more to you than any sweet words could.

After the kiss slowed, you pulled away from him and ran your hand across the front of his thigh. Maybe there were a few more birthday festivities you had planned for your man…

“Why don’t you uh, get us some wine and meet me back in the bedroom in a few, big boy.” You shot him some flirty bedroom eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist. Johnny gave you a knowing smile and backed away from you slowly, holding a hand out to help you down from the barstool. He pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles, and you walked out of the kitchen with a little extra sway in your hips, feeling Johnny’s lingering gaze on your ass.

After giving you what felt like enough time to plan whatever you were conjuring up in that pretty head of yours, Johnny walked into your shared bedroom with two wine glasses in hand, just like you’d asked. He noticed that the lighting was slightly moodier than normal, and took note of the sexy playlist that added to the ambiance in the room. You walked out of the en-suite bathroom wearing nothing but a crimson red silk robe, and a pair of black stilettos.

“Oh well well well, what do we have here baby?” Johnny said as he took in your sexy little look. He gently placed the wine glasses down on the dresser, never taking his eyes off of you. You flipped your hair, the drinks from tonight and the desire to please your man for his special day heightening your confidence. “Hmm, well I guess you can call this your other birthday present, baby.”

“Oh? You mean, it gets better than box seats at the Bulls vs the Lakers?” Johnny flirted. “Why don’t you come unwrap it and find out, daddy.” With that, Johnny all but charged at you and kissed you passionately. You let out a sensual moan, running your hands all over his broad body. After a few moments of making out, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly. “You know what daddy? You’re always working so hard for me. Why don’t you go sit down in the chair? Let me take care of you.” Johnny was hooked under your spell. He would do just about anything for you right now. You guided him toward the chair in front of your bed, and he subconsciously followed.

He looked up at you, mesmerized as you started to put on a little show for him, rubbing your hands all over your body. Your fingers kept dancing toward the rope holding your robe together, but you wanted to drag it out a little more. As if it were right on cue, a particular birthday song popped up on shuffle. The familiar intro played throughout the room, but once the first verse started, the air in the room got a little lighter.

“Wow, very on the nose babe” Johnny snickered. You cracked a smile, giggling at the incredibly literal lyrics of the song. Birthday Sex by Jeremih seemed like an appropriate addition to Johnny’s birthday playlist you had curated beforehand, but in hindsight it did seem a little cheesy. You playfully slapped his arm, slightly embarrassed but also grateful that you two were close enough to be able to share a laugh in intimate situations like this. Yet another reason why you loved Johnny so much. “Shut up!! It seemed like a good song to include at the time. Just sit back and watch, big boy” you scolded lightheartedly.

Johnny held his hands up in retreat, signaling that he was done with the jokes and ready to focus on you. Your hips found the rhythm, and swayed along to the beat. After a few moments, Johnny was hypnotized by your seductive movements. He admired how sexy and confident you were, loving how you moved your body. How did he get lucky to have such a beautiful woman like you?

Johnny’s upper body bent towards you as your fingers inched closer and closer to the tie holding your robe together. You gave him a sexy smile, and played with him a bit. “Aw, you wanna see what’s underneath, don’t ya big guy?” Johnny frantically nodded, licking his plump lips in anticipation. You finally undid the robe, letting it fall to the floor at your heeled feet. There you were, standing stark naked in front of your fiancé. A wave of confidence flowed through your body.

You turned around and bent over slightly, giving Johnny a nice view of your glistening pussy. Johnny let out a soft “fuck”, much to your amusement. You walked back over, stopping right in front of Johnny. His hands automatically moved to your bare ass, rubbing it in appreciation. He looked up at you as if you were the only woman in the world, and it made you feel you alive.

As much as he loved your little peep show, his dick was going to bust through his pants at any second now. Without warning, Johnny stood up and pushed you back onto the bed, shoving his dress pants off and towering over you. You looked up at him dumbfounded, still amazed by the fact that he could manhandle you at any given second. “Babe—baby I’m supposed to be on top of you. It’s your night remember!” You pleaded. Surely he deserved to be the one serviced tonight.

“Shhh, you’ve done enough for me sweetheart. Just need be inside that sweet pussy now. Is that okay, baby?” Johnny looked down at you like the big bad wolf, ready to eat you whole at any moment. How could you resist an offer like that? “Yes daddy. Want you deep inside.”

With that, Johnny rubbed his leaking tip a few times and slowly sank into your dripping pussy. You both moaned in unison, relishing in the closeness of the position. Johnny gathered your thighs on his biceps and placed them around his waist. You locked your ankles in place, bracing yourself in preparation. He built up a strong, quick pace that had you moaning like a whore. “Fuckkkk John you’re so deep baby” you moaned out, wrapping your arms around his neck. Johnny sucked on your earlobe as he pistoned roughly into you.

He was grateful in moments like this to live in a house with just you two in it. Gone were the days of having to tip toe around neighbors and roommates and figure out sneaky ways to pummel your sweet little pussy. He didn’t have to share thin walls with anyone. He could pound into your hole without a care in the world. This is true adulthood, Johnny thought to himself.

Your whiney mewls brought him back to reality, and he turned his head to look down at your gorgeous, fucked out face. Your eyebrows were stitched together, looking up at him with large doe eyes. He loved when you got like this. “Feel good baby? You’re making me feel real good. Yeah that’s it, just lay back and take it.”

You threw your head back in ecstasy, digging your manicured nails into his shoulders. “Ooh daddy I’m so close.” Johnny snuck a hand down to your sex, and rubbed soft circles into your clit. He knew how much you loved a little extra stimulation when you were close to cumming. A couple more thrusts and you were creaming all over his thick cock. Johnny let out a long, deep groan and soon after, you felt warm spurts of cum deep inside you. Johnny thrusted a few more times before he completely stilled with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck baby, this has to be the best birthday I’ve ever had” Johnny said sincerely, playing with some loose strands of your hair. You giggled, still slightly out of breath. “Aw, honey. There’s plenty more where that came from.” You pressed a soft kiss to his nose, and Johnny smiled mischievously.

“I hope you’re not just talking about birthdays, my love.” And with that, Johnny rolled you onto your stomach for a celebratory round 2.

The end 🎂

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neowinestainedress · 7 months

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between us — jn.s (preview n visuals)

pairing: husband!johnny suh x wife!oc x fem!reader | professor!johnny x lawyer!oc summary: you find yourself tangled in the life of the Suhs after Mr. Suh starts working as an English professor at your father’s university. You don’t understand why they float around you so much, but soon enough, you can’t get enough of that secret, dirty game anymore. genre: smut, fluff, plot, mxfxf, married couple, established relationship, age gap, bisexual characters, aged up johnny (to his early 30) warnings: in the full fic | READ HERE

THE CHARACTERS

the suhs

the reader

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“Your love is… strong,” you whisper when Johnny finally dives in and she cheers before bringing her attention to you.

“It is,” she agrees, a sweet smile showing her straight, white teeth, “even though weird things happen sometimes.”

You giggle, frowning. “Weird things?” Your voice is shaking, and you don’t want to connect the two dots that are so vivid in your head.

“What are you talking about? Praising me?” Mr. Suh asks, grinning while running a hand in his wet hair before hugging his wife from the back and kissing her cheek.

“Not about you, nothing impressive about that jump,” she jokes. “About us.”

“Us?”

She hums. “I was telling her how I fell in love with you, and she said our love is strong.”

Yet, you can’t let it go.

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neo-nymph · 9 months

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Johnny and Jaehyun going 50/50 to adopt Bunnyhybrid!reader. A sweet and shy bundle of sunshine and cuddles who opens up little by little to unveil a bafflingly perverted nympho-maniac with an exhausting and insatiable sex drive.

She was never good at hiding how horny she was. It showed obviously in her body language and facial expressions from the first time she began to experience arousal. Something about her first kiss, done with purely innocent intentions, woke something within her that she simply couldn't hide. Jaehyun could see it when he pulled his lips from hers, opening his eyes to see her brows scrunched together and her nose twitching with nerves. The fluffy ears on her head were flat against her hair and she stared at him somewhat scared, confused at the sudden presence of an aching and throbbing on her private parts.

"Are you okay, baby?" He asked her with a slight smirk.

It was hard for her to get the words out of her drying throat.

"I don't know. It feels.. weird.."

Jaehyun leaned his body forward, letting his nose brush hers as he continued with a whisper. "What feels weird?"

Unable to convey the thoughts she couldn't really understand herself, the bunny opted to grab her owner's hand and move it to the warm, throbbing spot between her legs. His fingertips barely grazing the middle seam of her denim shorts. He let out a puff of air, smile growing subtly at the situations he's found himself in.

"Do you want Daddy to make it feel better?"

She's had a non-stop craving for cock ever since that day.

When she's alone, both her daddy's asleep or out of the dorm for a schedule, she sits naked on Johnny's bed and uses his laptop to quench her undying sexual curiosity. She'd hump pillows while watching hybrid porn she found in Johnny's search history, or rub her cunt on table corners while reading smutty fanfiction and wearing Jaehyun's sweaters. When she wanted to be filled, she'd use anything to stuff her little pussy, desperate to find something that could satisfy her like her Daddy's cocks. They caught her one day on the bed fucking herself with an empty beer bottle, and that's when they decided they should probably buy her some toys.

Bunny was always bashful to ask anything of her owners, but the two men were forever ready to give their little bun anything she could possibly ask for. You want Johnny to feast on your pussy while Jaehyun eats your ass? You got it baby. You want your Daddy's to wear bunny ears and a fluffy tail just like yours while they fuck you? We'll do it tonight. Hell, they even let Mark jerk off to you giving them blowjobs in the recording studio because "you want him (specifically) to see what a good bunny you are". There's literally nothing the pair wouldn't do for her.

Still, they were just a little bit shocked by the next sinful request floats out of her pretty mouth.

"...can I watch you rub your parts together..?"

How could they ever muster up the audacity to deny her? Or make even a feeble attempt to pretend that her nasty requests, growing more and more vile with the passing days, did anything other than fill their cocks with blood.

Her hips gyrated in the air, working against her plained fingers swiping violently across her clit. Her pussy felt so empty it was almost painful, but she could deal with it if it meant taking in this sight a little longer. She watched them from the couch in the living room with her eyes trained on the men's hips rutting together, thighs and abdomens squished and sliding around with nothing but a mess of cum and sweat between them. The skin on their hips was red from their hands grabbing at each other in frustration. Both men were so used to grabbing their bunny's tiny body and forcing her still that the uncontrolled movements of the other's hips became an irritant fueling the speed of their thrusts. The tips of their cocks were flushed and leaking after edging themselves for an hour, trying their hardest to stretch the performance until their baby decided she was satisfied.

Her whiny voice grew louder and transitioned to pained, gasping cries as she gazed upon her Daddies actions. Their bodies were so muscular and toned, always making her feel safe and small and helpless under their grasp. Her tight hole winked at them spilling liquid across her folds, encouraging the panting men to continue. Johnny's dominant hand reaches down between himself and Jaehyun, taking hold of both their twitching girths, halting the stutter of their hips to pump their members simultaneously in his fist. Jaehyuns head rolls back with a groan, raising his face just in time to watch the bunny on the couch begin convulsing with pleasure. Her face contorted, mouth agape, and thighs shaking as they clamped shut. The added pressure on her clit further shocked her, a mess of liquid squirting out of her, reaching far enough to land on the cocks of the men before her. Such a filthy and irreplaceable sight.

Johnny's fist squeezed harder and pumped faster as he stared at his precious whore falling apart in front of him. Her glossy eyes opened as she began to calm down, returning Johnny's loving gaze. The bunny bit her lip as a smile broke onto her blushing face, giggling before she slipped off of the couch to crawl over to her owners. She took comfort kneeling between their bodies, tilting her head back with her eyes half open, sticking her tongue out just inches beneath their jerking cocks. Her lovers looked at her in awe and allowed their bodies to relax, deep grunts of pleasure emitting from their chests when their hot cum finally released, spurting across their bunny's happy face.

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kpopcafeeee · 3 months

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Hi!!

Could you do a smut oneshot of Johnny been a tutor of any subject to help yn(if you could do her as chubby/curvy would be great, but if not is ok), and they have moments of a lot of sexual tension so one day johnny just says “if you do it correctly i’ll buy you a sofa but it you get it incorrect i can give you a kiss”, and yn does it incorrectly so they kiss and they start making out.

Sorry about all the details

Thanks

New sofa

Paring: tutor!Johnny suh x chubby fem! Reader

Genre: tutoring au, smut, fluff, one shot

Warnings: smut, kissing, cussing, biting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), one sex scene, degration, oral sex (fem receiving), Johnny loves ass in this story! (No anal tho sorry!), dumbfication, pet names for y/n= baby, y/n calls him sir

Summary: you and your tutor have some sexual tension and need to you get rid of it so Johnny came up with the best idea in his brain.

A/N: when I saw this I was so shocked and I was so happy too I love when people request things but this is a one shot so have fun and enjoy this!!! (Don’t shoot me if it’s bad pls😅)

MDNI 18+ only

You and your tutor have had a lot of tension in the room since the last incident that ended up with an awkward Johnny and you making a c+ on your math test. So when Johnny decided to help you again it was a relief from what happened.

“I’m on way with the textbook now” he says as he hops in the and starts to drive to your apartment complex, “okay see you later” you say smiling like a puppy in love.

When he arrived at your place with a textbooks in his hand, you smiled “hey” you said “hi” he said as he walked past you to your living room, placing his textbooks down on the coffee table and sitting on your sofa that you desperately needed to get out of the apartment.

“So what did you make on the test?” He asks “I made c+ if that’s okay” you say nervously “that’s perfectly fine at least you didn’t make F” he says reassuring you that it was okay. “Well let’s get started shall we?” He said rubbing his Hand Together “right” you say chuckling.

20 minutes into studying you almost gave up “y/n that is not” he says smirking and erasing your mistakes and redoing it correctly, “this is how you do it” he says seeing how you wasn’t paying attention.

“Well since you think you know everything Mr.suh how about you do my test then” you say sitting back on the couch and rolling your eyes “well Mrs.y/l/n I can’t now pay attention” he says making you roll your eyes again.

“I have an idea” he says looking at you “what is it?” You say raising your eyebrow at his now mischievous smile “if you get this answer right I will take you to buy the sofa you always wanted but you couldn’t get but-“ he says “but what?” You say confused “if you get it incorrectly I can give you a kiss” he says “su-“ you but before you can even get the word out he says “if you want too” he says like lightning. You chuckle at his suggestion “yeah” is all you say before you get to solving the problem.

You wanted to get it the question wrong for some reasoning and you couldn’t get the thought of Johnny on top of you making out with you.

You get done with the problem, Johnny grabs the paper to check to see if it’s right or wrong and when he’s done checking the paper he tells you it’s wrong.

“You answered incorrectly baby” Johnny says before pulling you into a kiss that eventually turns heated, with johnny on top of you “s-shit baby” he says pulling away from the kiss”s-sir” you say whimpering making you more wetter than you were before.

“Shhhh let me take care of you” he said while sliding down to your heat “dam baby you leaking through your shorts” he said smirking knowing he caused this to happen, pulling down your shorts along with your panties. you whimper when the cold air of your apartment hits your cunt, “mmm let’s see if your pussy sweeter than your perfume” he says looking up at you like a deprived man.

He dives into your heat eating you out like a starved man sucking on your clit, you were a whimpering mess “s-shit s-sir” you say whimpering, grabbing his hair making him groan sending vibrations to your clit, his tongue coming close to your pulsing heat, sticking his tongue in and out of your heat. “I-I’m gonna cum” you say squirming around.

“Cum on my tongue then baby” he says stuffing his face back into your heat sucking fast while rubbing his raging hard boner on your couch to get himself off “f-fuck I’m cumming” you say cumming around his tongue, while riding out your high and turning your brain into mush.

“F-fuck” he says sit upright on the couch your cum glistening on his chin, pulling down his jeans to let his rock hard cock out and jerking off tilting his head up and turning his head to you “wanna ride?” He says licking his lips “mhm sir” you say like a bitch in heat “then come sit on my lap baby” he said patting his lap.

Sitting on his lap and holding his cock above your soaking cunt and putting sliding it into your cunt “s-shit baby” he says tilting his head back against the couch “mmm f-fuck sir” you say rocking your hips against his pelvis. Slapping your ass and groping it “love this ass” he says against your neck, hair sticking to his forehead. Speeding up your pace “s-shit baby” he says biting the space between your neck.

whimpering so loud that anyone by the door can hear and can tell what’s going on. Johnny groans “I’m going to cum baby cum with me” he says rubbing the ball of nerves on your clit harshly “f-fuck sir mmm” you say whimpering kissing him harshly before feeling a familiar knot growing quickly in your lower stomach “d-dam baby I’m gonna cum” you say “cum on my cock then baby” he says fucking up into “s-shit” he says cumming painting your walls white cum mixing with your cum. while you fall limp against him.

You sigh “you’re still buying me a new sofa right?” You say tiredly against his neck he chuckles “sure baby” he say smiling at how cute you were

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