casey | he/they | 23 omg so many fandoms! in love with matthew lillard and johnny cage. my ask and submit box are open. please feel free to drop some requests! my ao3 account is favpizzaplace masterlist
ā¬ pairing: choi seungcheol x fem! reader
ā¬ word count: 8k
ā¬ genres:Ā uni au, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers, v romantic (might be one of my fav things ive written in a while)
ā¬ warnings: mentions of food, spice/nsfw mentions and smut - filth, filth filth, minor spit play, spanking, they fawk sideways lol and other mature themes MDNI
credits to @strangergraphics for the beautiful dividers as always <3
<3 synopsis: you take one for the team when you allow your friend to bail on you last minute for a date with her dream guy thinking that playing cupid might amass you at least some good karma - not knowing that the said good karma comes with a loaded bank balance, buff arms and wearing a merch of your favorite band.
<3 songs recommended
- better together by jack johnson
- kingston by faye webster (!!!)
- everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears
- cruel summer by taylor swift
author's note: part of my valentine's day event, lmk if you'd want to be tagged :)
p.s. - all these fics come with a lil letter hehe, here's one for u!
seungcheol's love letter for @nerdycheol and to whoever is reading.
dear you,
you and i both know the pleasure of a good company more than anyone. it is how we fall in love, don't we? spending time with the ones we loveā doing fun things sometimes and just existing in the silent presence the others. This valentine's, i promise to make sure that every moment, when it comes to us, counts. Let me choose you in the small waysā¦in unhurried conversations, in drives that lead nowhere, in hours that slip by unnoticed because we were together. Not because you need me, but because love, at its gentlest, is two people deciding not to rush past each other.
yours in every moment that you need me, and even more in the ones that you don't,
cheol <3
"So sorry babe," Keira extends a freshly brewed cup of latte with a flower-heart foam design on top towards you. Her smile is painfully soft and her cheeks pinched with pink embarrassment as she offers, sheepishly, "This one's on the house."
"Kei, I told you, don't feel apologetic!" You wave your hand frantically, accepting the cup full of sugary, frothy goodness made by your friend.
You try to pay for the coffee, but Keira does not relent. Somehow, you manage to slip a five dollar bill in the tips jar.
You take a quick sip of the beverage, smiling and nodding at Keira who disappears to the back to prepare the next orders, before grabbing a bunch of napkins and leaving the campus coffee-house with your lab-partner Fiona.
Beside you, Fiona scrunches her brows in confusion. "What was that about?"
"Nothing much," you inform her, "I won these tickets at this giveaway last month, it's for this new girl-group Kei and I are obsessed with, 'Lunaris'. We were planning on going together but she has a date with Mingyu that night."
Fiona huffs, "Well, that sucksā¦ what are you going to do now?"
"I'm thinking of selling them online because I just can't find someone to go with me." You shrug, acting like it doesn't hurt. But the way you quickly sip the scalding concoction of fine-ground coffee and coconut sugar, it is enough for Fiona to see that you're trying your best not to pout at this situation.
"Oh honeyā¦I know how much you love that group."
"I do," you sigh, adjusting your bag bulging with Ethics notes over your shoulder. "But I love Keira too and I don't want her to feel more guilty than she already is by complaining about it. I want her to have fun on their first date."
Fiona nods in agreement for she, just like the rest of the campus, doesn't know anything about the elusive barista of the coffee house apart from her very publicly known crush on Kim Mingyu. She has seen how Keira's world tips over in his direction every time he is around or how just last term, when he walked into the coffee-house and complimented the espresso she made for him, Keira's cheeks gave the strawberries on her apron a run for their money. She can see just why Keira would give up going to a concert with her friend over a date with someone she has been pining over for years now.
At the same time, she can't help but feel bad for you.
"Why don't you sell just one of the tickets instead of selling them both?" Fiona suggests, beaming like a light-bulb just flipped in her head, "that way, you'll have someone to go with you!"
"Uhhā¦I don't know how I feel about going to a concert with a stranger, Fi." You grimace.
Fiona clucks her tongue, incredulous and annoyed, "Dude, you go to concerts to befriend strangers over your shared interests. That's the whole point of them."
You gnaw at your lower lip, giving her suggestion a thought as the classroom around you begins filling up with students. The coffee cup in your hand isn't hot to touch anymore as you bring it to your lips, letting the sweet steam settle over your nose. It is almost Valentine's and though you never care for things of the nature, it wouldn't be so bad to at least try to meet somebody new in this blossoming month of pink hearts and red roses.
Just before the professor walks in and as the TA starts handing out the day's worksheets, you pull your phone out to put a story on your public account:
"Hey! I got a spare ticket for the Lunaris concert next weekend. Anyone interested? Please DM!! :)"
You place your phone screen-side down on the table for the next two hours and pray to the Gods of the internet's mockery and mirth that the story you just posted doesn't come across as too miserable to the viewers.
No one texts you the entire day the story is up and you're beginning to lose hope. Seriously? Does no one have good music taste anymore?
You watch the story disappear in front of your very eyes at the same lecture the next day, not sure on what should you be more dejected overāthe fact that you couldn't convince any one of your two-thousand odd followers to go with you or the fact that you're too proud to post another story about selling two tickets now.
Maybe you should just let it go and allow the two seats remain empty at the arena. You squash down the ridiculous thought of one of the girls of the band noticing and feeling sad about the vacant seats at the showābut you do file in the possibility of that happeningā¦and it saddens you enough that your breathing turns a little emptier.
You tuck your chin over your folded palms, thinking hard about what to do with the two nosebleeds seats at the concert of your beloved group that might go to waste.
Sighing, you flip through your notes mindlessly. You're never one to check your screen in between lectures, but today, there's this queasiness in you that is making it harder and harder for you to focus. You grip the pages more firmly.
Focus, you tell yourself, you will figure something out.
But there's only so much determination that you can harbor in your humble body, so when your Professor goes on another tangent about how the words of Nietzsche are relevant to some profound experience of hers on her recent trip to Indonesia, you give up and scroll through your texts.
Surprisingly, there's a new message from an unknown sender that popped up on your screen some ten minutes ago. You tap it open.
Unknown: Hi! I am sorry if I am too late but a buddy told me you were selling tickets to the Lunaris concert and gave me your numberā¦is the offer still up?
You stare at the text, wondering if your eyes are playing tricks on you. Why didn't this person DM you on Instagram? What friend?
Doesn't matter, you decide.
Because there is a person in your DMs, whoāby the grammar and the syntax ā seems human and a decent one at that (apologies and all).
'hi :) i am not selling the ticket, i just happen to have a free, spare one andā¦' you begin to type out before backspacing through it in a go.
What the fuck? You can definitely extort this situation in your advantageā¦whoever this is clearly has no idea that your tickets are free!
You type out a new message instead.
You: hello :)
You: yes, the offer is still up but a few others have reached out to me so idk for how long š¬
The reply comes almost instantly
Unknown: Oh, is that so?
Unknown: Well, it's totally your call but I would love to attend the concert, truly. I'm ready to give you whatever you ask for!
You: OMG u seem like such a big fan!
You: well, i'm not asking for much, just what the ticket costed me, yk >.<
Unknown: And that would beā¦?
You bite your lip hard, quickly opening a google tab to research how much does a Lunaris ticket costs on average.
And then, you add fifty dollars to it.
You: Just around $300 dollars :)
You feel stupid once you hit send, three-hundred dollars for nose-bleeds, really?
But it seems like the person texting you isn't the sharpest tool in the shed either, at least if you judge the said sharpness by his prompt reply.
Unknown: Awesome, I'm ready to pay right now.
Woah.
For a moment, a sense of guilt grips you. Should you really be taking advantage of someone like this?
The next text you receive helps answer that question.
Unknown: It's Choi Seungcheol btw.
Now, you regret not asking for more.
Choi Seungcheol, arguably the richest brat on the campus, is apparently a Lunaris super-fan.
Now you're not someone who fancies drawing boxes around people. But the idea of himāall Rolex studded wrists and Ralph Lauren sweatersāswaying bright pink banners at Lunaris or dancing in their glittery crowd while belting the words 'caught you glancin across the room! my heart's a rocket baby watch it zoom!' is almost an AI- generated sloppy image in your head.
You try to bite your lips, waiting outside your dorm where he said he'd meet you to pick you up an hour before the concert. As January overturns into the month of shared cups of cocoa and sappy rom-coms, the wind carries the last hush of winter shyly, almost as if it conspires with the seasons to push couples further closer to each other's body heat. You shiver even with a jacket on.
Well, to be fair, it's not much of a jacket, just another layer of faux leather with a careful length and fit to show off the deliberate neckline of your very backless, bright yellow top. But at least you have your denims on, so no frosty knees for you tonight.
You wait some more, tapping your heels impatiently against the gravel and feeling slightly disrespected at his three-minute delay. You're about to send him a scathing text in a tone that you've only reserved for Uber drivers who complicate directions for you when the unmistakable whirring of a sleek engine and polished wheels rolling smooth over the asphalt catches your attention.
You recognize the black Bentley of the college's heartthrob and instantly perk up, already imagining the sigh you're going to let out once the warmth of his car cushions your bare skin. He slows down in front of you and you wait to see what expensive sweater in what shade of navy or black will greet you when the door opens.
But he surprises you by getting out of the driver seat in a pink hoodie unzipped to show the white tshirt that beams with the logo of Lunaris peeking underneath. He walks towards you with a cheery smile, reaching to open the door for you and just when he's about to say something, you beat him to it.
"You have their merch!" you almost shout, an accusing finger pointed at the logo on his chest.
"Uh, yeah," he answers you like you just offended him big time.
This guy just spent three-hundred dollars on a single nosebleed seat for the concert, what's thirty more for a t-shirt?
Still, you gape. "Woah, so you are actually a real fan."
He pauses for a moment, still holding his car door open for you as he blinks, incredulous.
"Why else would I be here practically skipping over my own feet?"
"I don't know man," you shrug, "for all I know, you could be pranking the sad lonely girl who has no one to go to a concert with."
You slip into his passenger seat, immediately feeling cozier than you do in your dorm bed when the soft leather of it presses against your thighs.
"Wait, didn't you say there were people lining up in your DMs for those tickets?" Seungcheol immediately catches your slip-up.
You pretend that the Google Maps on your phone are collapsing and etching new paths right in front of your eyes to avoid looking at him. But your cheeks heat up, your ears ringing a little with a jingle that goes 'uh-oh' again and again.
You recover quickly, buckling your seatbelt in, "I meanā¦people asked. 'Lining up' is a strong phrase."
He hums, clearly unconvinced, but doesn't push it. Instead, he pulls your door shut and circles back to the driver's seat, hoodie strings bouncing as he goes and you realize that they have little pink pom-poms attached to the ends of them. Ridiculous.
When he settles behind the wheel, he shoots you a sideways glance, lips twitching.
"So," he says, starting the engine, "I'm assuming I ranked above these 'people' who asked?"
You scoff, rolling your eyes dramatically. "Don't flatter yourself too much, I only chose you because you were practically begging me to."
"Fair." He hums, "I can't help it, I'm too fond of them."
"You're too rich tooā¦if you're such a fan, why couldn't you afford the tickets yourself?" You feel like you're gaining an upper hand in this game of 'aha, I caught you!' that the two of you have been subconsciously playing.
Seungcheol hitches for a moment. "Well I was busy withā¦.stuff, and the tickets always sell out at the speed of light."
"Fair." You mimic him, somewhat satisfied by his answer yet still not fully convinced.
All of this seems too good to be trueāhis eagerness to grab the obviously over-priced tickets, his insistence on driving with you, hisā¦paraphernaliaā¦which honestly seems too performative the more you look at it.
Maybe he's just too much of an honest fan and that's what irks you more because you've followed the girls since their debut and you're yet to acquire one of their merch. Meanwhile Mr. Rich Guy beside you already has his scent mingled in one.
So not only does he have the goodies, he has the passion too?
The rest of the drive, you quiz Seungcheol on everything Lunaris. You start off small, 'Favorite album? Why?' before quickly picking up heat with the 'what composer of theirs do they not work with anymore? What was the beef?'
And much to your dismay, he gets them all right.
Fuck.
You're so jealous of himāof his stupid car, of its sleek leather seats, of the expensive oak-moss scent that infiltrates your senses, of the shirt on his chestā¦By the time you reach the concert venue, you've already hatched a plan of robbing him tonight if he pisses you off once more.
The bass thumps loud outside, making you feel the vibrations on your very seats as Seungcheol parks the car. You can see the bright, neon-pink beams flashing in arches as the line outside begins to thicken. You try to gulp down the nerves that are bunching up in your throat, trying to focus more on the mellow orange of the setting sun more than the metal bars of the high stage that are visible to you.
The same stage that will soon be occupied by Vee, Katie, Lucy, Tia and Madzāthe girls you've only ever obsessed and giggled over on screen.
You will be seeing them live todayā¦in front of your own eyesā¦breathing the same air of the same arena while watching the same sunsetāNO. You squeeze your eyes shut, realizing you're so unprepared for this.
"Excited?" Seungcheol's annoyingly cheery voice disrupts this surreal moment of epiphany for you.
"Cheol," you whisper, staring off in a distance as though you've been shell-shocked. "Turn the car back."
The guy beside you hitches, killing the engine off with broken movements.
"What?" He frowns, "Are you for real?"
"I can't face themā¦I can'tā" Your grip your knees, squeezing your eyes shut again. The material of your jeans turns damp under your sweaty palms.
"Oh come on!" You can hear the pout in his voice, "don't be like this now."
"You don't get it," you shake your head, debating dramatically running a hand through your hair but then deciding against it because it did take you a whole hour to style it a certain away. You choose to scratch your forehead instead. "This is likeā¦this is like ordering the extra hot ramen at Ichiranā¦you wanted it, but now you're scared you can't handle the heat."
"Uh, okayā¦wow, fascinating metaphorā"
"Simile."
"Yeah, that. But also, come on now, you've been looking forward to this for months."
"I know," you whine, pushing your face into your hands, "this is too real."
You know you're being unreasonable because the more you hesitate here, the more the crowd grows outside. But you're thankful that Seungcheol doesn't mention it, and that he doesn't get impatient with you. Rather, he reaches forward to caress your shoulder, not sensually, not to indicate hurry, but with this strange softness that does help you ease a bit.
"Would it feel better if I hold your hand through it?" He offers.
You don't know if it will, but what's the harm in trying?
You peer up at him through your lashes when you whisper, embarrassingly slow. "Would you mind the fact that my palms are sweatier than a marathon runner's armpits right now?"
He looks at you, his lips stretched thin as he considers your words with this expression of utmost seriousness. You think he's about to calling you disgusting or scoot as far as you as possible when he removes his hand from your shoulder. But, the very next moment, he reaches forward in the car's glove box and pulls out something in his other hand, then, he grabs your palm and beams that disarming smile at you, "Well, good thing I got tissues."
You'd be lying if you said that for a brief moment, you hadn't absolutely despised Keira when she showed up at your dorm with a tray of muffins and a sorry smile a week ago. As happy as you were helping her choose the perfect red dress for her date, you couldn't brush off the feeling that you'd be happier had you been helping her pick out an outfit for your concert date instead.
Though now, after two whole hours of jumping and dancing with Seungcheol as he holds your hand tight, the weight of his fingers so steady and secure around your clammy palm, you don't feel the lack of your girl friend's presence even a bit.
Your seats are too far from the stage to a point that even the projector is a small, square screen flashing unclear images of the girls on stage. But you don't mull over thatā¦because when you scream along with the lyrics, Seungcheol screams tooāequally unashamed when both of yours' voices crack on the high notes.
At one point, he lifts the lightstick you purchased just outside the venue so enthusiastically that it nearly smacks you in the forehead, and you laugh so hard that you almost miss the opening of your favorite song. Almost.
Because as soon as it comes on, Seungcheol quickly reminds you to focus and pulls his phone out to take several videos of that segment. You too, take a small video, just one clip of him singing 'caught you glancin across the room! my heart's a rocket baby watch it zoom!' with the pom-poms on his hoodie-strings bopping along with the chorus.
Somewhere between the sixth song and the confetti cannons, you realize something quietly importantā¦you're not as opposed to the company of a random rich kid of your campus as much as you thought you were. Right now, you're not the self proclaimed lonely girl scamming people to spend the valentine's week with her. Right now, he's not the stupid super-fan with a shitload of money in his hand walking straight into your trap. You're both just there. Two bodies singing and dancingāsometimes in sync, sometimes offensively off tune and slamming into each others only to break into random fits of giggles. And despite all the odd circumstances that led to this evening, you find yourself not wanting to change it, even in the slightest bit.
The two of you also make friends with the people around you, especially when the official set-list is over and you're about to leave after half the encore to avoid traffic.
"Oh my God, your boyfriend is so sweet!" A girl from your left remarks, her face as flushed as yours from all the dancing and jumping as you wait for Seungcheol to get you another water-bottle. "Mine kept on scrolling through his phone throughout the concert."
"He's not myā" You begin, only to be interrupted by the said assumed boyfriend returning with a bottle of water and another full of juice.
"Hey, hold this." He hands you the drinks before shimmying off his hoodie and wrapping it over you.
You almost protest it, but the warmth that engulfs you is so calming that it slows your entire blood-flow down. A deep sigh escapes your lips, you hadn't realized how harsh the evening gusts had been on your skin until he cocooned you into his loaned-out comfort. His pink hoodie is unimaginably gentle on your skin, just like how he has been throughout today. You wordlessly slip your hands into it and he automatically reaches for your half-covered fingers when you're done, leading you out of the venue while making sure no one bumps into you in the dazed, spent crowd.
You don't know why you agree when he asks if you want to get some fast-food in the drive-through of a local dinerāyou don't even feel hungry!
But when he hands you the large strawberry milkshake, topped with thick cream and infused with fresh crushed berries along with a giant bag of greasy fries and burgers after thanking the server, you find yourself ripping the largest chunks of the meaty delicacy with your teeth over and over again without even chewing the mouthful.
The watery ketchup smears your fingers and the corner of your mouth, bothering you a little. You frown at the discomfort, too lazy to put the food down and do something about it. But Seungcheol notices it, because he shakes his head with a small laugh while you blabber on and on about your favorite segments of the show, and reaches forward with a napkin to dab your skin clean.
You let him, thinking it's such a small, kind gesture. But the moment his fingers leave the corner of your lips, you find yourself craving the press of them more than anything you've ever wanted before.
You're sipping the last of your milkshake, eating the whipped cream and fruit with a spoon when he gives in to your request of playing the videos he took of the concert.
To your surprise, all of them are of you instead of the performers on stage.
You whine about it, telling him how stupid and ugly you look screaming with your eyes popping out of your skull in each one of them. He ignores you, insisting that it's cute before playing the next one.
"You know," you say, running your finger inside the cup to collect the cream off its side and pop it into your mouth, "I never pegged you for a Lunaris fan."
He pockets his phone back into his pocket, "Well, I never pegged you for a scammer, but here we are."
Your finger jerks inside your mouth, your nail digging into your tongue at the embarrassment of being caught. Shyly, you slip it out. "You knew?"
He sighs, turning the radio up just slightly as if this isn't the point where he's about to kick you out of his car or at least demand his money back.
But he only smiles, his eyes shining soft under the moonlight. "Come on, I'm not that dense. Those seats were horrendous."
"Why did you play along?"
You're gaping now, your breaths a little shallow like that of a sly cat that has just been caught stealing off a feast.
Seungcheol only chuckles, reaching forward with his thumb to wipe something off your bottom lip. The whipped cream. He then brings it to his own mouth, sucking the sweetness off of it before answering.
"Because I wanted to."
"That's not an answer," you insist, "Why?"
Seungcheol takes a deep breath, looking down as he briefly rubs the back of his neck. "Would you think it's weird if I said that it's cause I wanted to be with you?"
You blink at him, brain buffering like it's just been handed a pop-quiz you absolutely did not study for.
"Be with me?" you repeat, dumbly, because those words are so unbelievably dreamy that they need a second lap to make sense.
He nods innocently, eagerly. There's a nervous smile tugging at his lips now, preventing it from growing too much or dropping altogether.
"I've liked youā¦for quite some time now." He leans closer, voice quiter, more sincere now. "I've seen you around the campusāin the library when you're studying with a single earbud in; at the coffee-house when you're complaining to the barista about having to study ethics as a computer-science major even though you're the one who enrolled in that class in the first place. You're too present, yet too elusive."
He didn't look up at first, but when he did, it hit youāthat honest softness in his eyes. That unmistakable honesty of his words. You notice the slight tremble in his bottom lip when he licks it or how his voice shakes ever so slightly around your name, almost as if he's carefully choosing what words to associate with the idea of you.
"I always find my attention drifting towards you, even when I'm surrounded by people." He says, "and I felt like I knew so much about you already, but didn't know you at all. So when the opportunity presented itself, I took it without any complains."
When he watches you intently, you realize just how flustered you are to function. Your mouth is ajar and your lashes can't hold stillālike if you blinked enough, this dizzying haze will clear up and you'll wake up from some dream without him, without the music that is still humming in your bones, without the sweetness that is still coating your tongue.
But this evening is real.
He is real.
The clasp of his hand over yours and how easily your fingers slotted against his own, this confessionāunhurried and deep, like the calmest oceanā¦it is all real.
"You could'veā¦you could've just approached me on campus if you wanted to know me." You say, biting your cheek when you realize just how fleeting and stupid that response is to his heartfelt revelation.
He smiles slowly. "I could, but then I wouldn't have gotten the chance to dance with you, scream those stupid words with youā¦I wouldn't have choked on confetti while you laughed, patting me on the back."
You stifle a laughter at the memory of that.
"Be honest, Cheol, do you even like Lunaris?"
He leans back, putting some distance between you both like he's afraid you might swat him.
"Hadn't even heard about them before your story."
You gasp, "Seriously? Youā¦you learned all those facts about them, their discographyā"
"All in three days," he affirms, "yep. Though I did have a little help from someone."
"So you endured all that, just to spend some time with me?"
You can't help the moisture that is beginning to form behind your lids. Thankfully, it's not something you can't sniffle away, but your nose does turn pink.
"I endured all that just to spend some quality time with you," he corrects you, reaching forward to boop your blushing nose, "and see you get all pink when you're flustered and overwhelmed."
For some time, neither of you speaks. The silence between you doesn't feel heavy with tension, but saturated with the heady presence of all that has been said. You allow it to seep into your skull, making you lightheaded.
Before you even know it, the space between the two of you begins growing shorter and shorter, almost like the world is folding in on you two.
Or maybe you're just leaning in.
Just when the song on the radio changes to Kingston by Faye Webster, your lips collide in tandem with the first romantic dip of the song.
You kiss Seungcheol to the sweet honesty of the words 'the day that I met you, I started dreaming'. His lips brush against yours in a practiced rhythm, coaxing you with sweet kisses to open up more. And when you do, he angles his mouth deeper to taste the lingering sweetness of the milkshake on your tongue. One of his hands stations at your waist, actively pulling you towards him while the other cradles your face, his thumb drawing circles over the little hearts you had drawn with your eyeliner on your cheekbones for the concert.
Your own fingers are lost in the thick, midnight tresses of his hair, tugging at it simply because you enjoy the sounds he makes into your mouth when you do that.
One of the windows is cracked open to let the fresh air in. Yet, the air around you grows hotter and damper with need the more you part yourself open for him to ravage.
It's almost steamāhis breath on your face. There's these waves of heat, pulsating and unfurling inside of you and making you want to take all your clothes off. You begin by shimmying off his hoodie first, your jacket soon follows suitāall while you make sure to keep your lips on him. That's how eagerā¦no, that's how hungry you are for him.
His fingers shiver when they skim over the naked expanse of your back and he groans in your mouth at the sheer sexiness of your form as you press yourself into him more and more over the console.
Your chest crushes against his rock-hard one when he lets loose over his self-control and just tug you closer to him, his fingers no longer shy as they dig deep into your flesh with possession. When he sucks at your bottom lip, you feel an answering tug in your nipples. There's a burning sensation in your lower belly, pooling all the way down to your core each time he grunts your name between the kisses and presses sloppy ones over your jaw, your neck, your cheekā¦any skin that he can find.
Your entire body is aching for his touch, the pain of it all making your core weep as you begin squirming at the growing wetness between your legs.
Like a true sadist, he chooses that exact moment to break the kiss, pulling apart from a gasping, writhing mess that is your swollen, flushed body.
"We can'tā¦not here, not like this." He says and you immediately pout, trying to give him your glassiest, most pleading eyes. He winces at the sight, adding quickly, "My place?"
You're too disoriented to form a coherent thought, so you just nod.
Throughout the ten minute drive from the diner's parking lot to his house, there's a million things that you want to tell him. 'I don't always sleep with guys on the first date itself' being top of that list. But the intensity of that kiss, that sweet torture of it, has rendered your thoughts groundless.
You feel like all your words are floating in an abyss somewhere inside of you, bursting into little heart-shaped explosions of his name the more his knuckles brush your thigh when he shifts the gear or when you inhale and with it, in comes the lingering scent of him on your lips.
When he parks his car and opens your door, pulling you into his arms in a swift tug and making you secure your legs around his waist while his lips press soft, reverent kisses all across your collarbones, you feel like you don't need to do any explaining to him. That he wouldn't think any different of you even if you sleep with him tonight. Besides, the anguish in every inch of your body begging to be sated by his addicting touch blurs the rules of modern dating in your mind.
He somehow manages to push both of yours entangled bodies inside his house, kicking the door shut with his heavy boot while you whimper in his mouth, sucking in short, ragged breaths.
"Just hang on baby," he says when you whine for the n-th time like you can't believe he didn't take you right there on the floor by his front-door.
His fingers slip inside the back-pockets of your jeans and he pulls you further in while taking you up the stairs. It's only a single layer that is decreased between his fingers and your skin, but it makes you burn nonetheless.
"You're such a fucking mess already," he coos, biting down hard on your skin, "what am I gonna do with you?"
"Fuck me, perhaps?" You grab his face, letting your nails dig deep into his jaw as you make out with him.
He presses you against a wall to let you cool that heat off, but the more you grind on the growing tent in his jeans, the more it riles you up.
"Oh I will fuck you," he promises, "thoroughly, at that."
Seungcheol doesn't even care shutting the door of his bedroom. He simply pushes you down onto his mattress and leans down as if sucked in by your gravity.
For a few moments, he doesn't kiss you or touch you, just watches you with wild, blown out eyes as if you're some miracle personified with twitching limbs and soaked, swollen lips.
He watches just how beautiful your hair looks sprawled on his light blue sheets which only looks like the vast stretch of the dawn sky under your sun. How your fluttering fingers graze his body with just the soft tips of them like the first of sunlight kissing Earth.
The thin strap of your slinky top has already slipped off one of your shoulders, almost revealing the soft curve of your breast to his hungry eyes. You dig your hips deeper into his mattress one moment but then in the next one, you're arching up to himā¦you just can't stop writhing.
And that wrecked state of you is a sight for sore eyes. His sore eyes.
He lets his eyes sweep across your skin as it glows with a gossamer silver sheen of the moonlight streaming in from his open window one last time.
You look ethereal, you look celestial, you look divine.
Even in the dark of this night, youāwith all your gilded beautyāare nothing less than a:
"Ray of sunshine." he mumbles, not caring for how dumb and cheeky that sounds. "You're like the first ray of sunshineā¦elevating everything you touch."
With that, he dives in to capture your lips again. This time, the kiss is short-lived, but no less passionate. In fact, when he leaves your lips with a wet smack, you feel the room spin around you. He travels lower, pressing open mouthed, hot kisses on your skin as he goes. One of his palms takes advantage of it when you arch off the bed as he licks your naval, and he slips it under your spine to undo the sole knot keeping your racy top in place, the fingers of his free hand are already working on buttons of your jeans.
As he slides the fabric off your legs, you help him out by discarding your top before tugging at the hem of his t-shirtāthe one with the smiling faces of all members of Lunaris who just saw you get naked.
He pulls it off for you, taking his sweet time to run his fingers through his disheveled hair to allow you to gawk at the hard ridges of his abs.
"Fuckā¦you're gorgeous." You admit, more to yourself than to him.
"I work hard," he laughs, but you don't miss the underlying gratitude in it.
Your fingers trace the defined lines, feeling how his taut muscles flex under his skin. In return, he crushes your nipple a tad too hard between his fingers and his thumb.
"Ow!" you squeal, smacking at his chest. That only motivates him to grab both of your soft mounds, give them a generous squeeze before teasing them with his tongue in alternative motions until you're pulling at his hair, begging for mercy.
He grants you some pity, but only for a few short-lived moments because the very next, he's gripping your hips on either sides and flipping you over in one, swift motion.
"S-Seungcheolā¦" you stutter, stabilizing your balance on one arm and pushing your tousled hair off your face with the other as he adjusts your knees to a width of his liking.
He admires your form when you're arching by running his eager palms all over the vulnerable expanse of your stretched body. Then, he squeezes your waist almost as if searing his claim on you.
Who could've predicted that the guy blushing as he confessed his crush for you in his car after spending the whole evening dancing to the cheesiest pop-songs would be this bossy in bed?
But Seungcheol is brimming with dominanceāyou feel it in the weight of his calloused palms as he adjusts you like you're a toy, his toy. You feel that dominance, that claim, in the cold of his metal chain which pools over the back of your neck when he leans in to push your hair to a side and kiss your temple. You feel it in his words when he guides you to let him put a pillow under your hips.
"You're so hot baby," he says, his knuckles running against the curve of your spine, "spread out and bent over, all open for me. Look at you, dripping already."
A nervous quiver jolts through your entire body when he rips your panties open.
"Oops," he chuckles, "you ruined them so much I figured you wouldn't need them after all."
Despite all the gloss that he ruined and spread all over them, your lips feel too dry. The duality of the boy you're surrendering all your control to is already nerve-wrecking, so the fact that you can't see his face to at least predict what he's about to do nextā¦is devastating.
"Cheolā¦" you beg. For what? You don't know.
"Yes, baby?" he replies, his lips hovering above your spine. He places a kiss there, soft and wet, before proceeding to kiss you between your shoulders.
"I'm cold," you whisper, unable to suppress your shivers anymore.
"Then let me warm you up, my ray." He says, shortening the earlier nickname he had given you with such stricken reverence.
You brace yourself by digging your nails into your arms for the inevitable pressure of this position. But that force never comes, what you feel instead is something far worseāthe wet warmth of his tongue licking at your weeping folds from behind and a guttural moan that follows like he just couldn't help it.
"Cheol!" You yelp, doubling over.
You instinctively try to squeeze your legs shut, your knees and hips digging harder over the mattress. But with his strong grip over your thighs, he keeps you open for his ministrations. He eats you out like a savage man, sucking at your bundle of nerves and spitting at your fluttering hole before diving in to lick it clean.
Your head swims at not just the sheer intensity of pleasure, but also the shame that comes along with the awareness of just how vulnerable you are to him. Surrendered and taken. Too open, too visible.
Tears begin streaming down your face as you find yourself reveling in this shame and wanting more of it, rather than hiding away. You press your hot face deep into the mattress, just as he presses his own harder against your cunt. He's practically making out with your nether lips, his tongue flirting with your sensitive nub, his teeth grazing at the soft flesh of your thighs from behind. You feel his nose nudge against your opening, and it is a sensation unlike anything you've felt before.
"You're doing good babe," he pants, not even bothering removing his lips away from you as he makes you arch more, "such a pretty little thingā¦so sweet."
His tongue rubs circles over your clit while his palms grip the flesh of your ass to spread your folds open for him. It doesn't take much for you to start bucking against the pillow he put under you. And when one of his punishing hands come down hard over the supple curve of your ass to spank you, you scream into the bed, spasming as you come undone on his tongue.
He continues to suck the sweet nectar out of you until your knees threaten to give out. And when they do, he doesn't force you back up. Your chest heaves as you manage to turn around on your side, the pillow still tangled between your thighs that feel like jello while your upper body weighs down heavy with need for his touch as you watch him wipe the glistening evidence of what just happened from his lips with the back of his palm.
"Ready for round two?" He smirks, beginning to unbuckle his belt.
You're too enamored by the sight of him undressing to register what he just said. When he's stripped bare of his denims and his boxers, and all the hard, enormous length of him is visible for your wide eyes, he gives your thigh a harsh slap. "I asked you a question."
You suck in a sharp breath at the delicious sting, not knowing what the question was but nodding regardless. You'd do just about anything for him at this point.
He nods, tearing on a silver plastic wrapper with his teeth and rolling a condom over himself.
"Good," He says, holding you still on your side when you begin to turn over on your back, "no, stay like this."
Your brows knit in confusion only to arch up in surprise when he lifts one of your legs, kisses your ankle before throwing it over his shoulder and begins nudging himself against your hole. If you felt like the earlier position was an overwhelmingly vulnerable one, this one makes it seem modest and shy.
You mumble a quick thanks to God for the biweekly Yoga classes you still remember to take even during your busy schedules.
You're stretched out open for him as he slots his entire body between your legs at an angle that allows you no room to clench them shut. The back of your thigh feels soft against his chiseled abdomen and you try to focus on that sensory pleasure instead of the maddening split you feel at your apex when he begins pushing in.
"Seungcheol," you sob, and he isn't even fully in.
By the time he's flush against you, your knuckles are turning white clutching the duvet. His breathing is sharp and uneven, the grunts that he tries his best to suppress slip out regardless as you flutter around him.
"God, you're tight." He says, "tell me that I'm not hurting youā¦please baby."
"You're not," you quickly shake your head, gasping for air and so stuffed full, "please, just move."
"Sure 'bout that?" He asks, slipping out regardless, slowlyā¦too slowly.
"Yesss!" you hiss, your head limping back when he only moves out halfway before slamming back in.
He repeats that motion a few timesāslow and deep, just to get you used to the position, to his size and the power that his body exerts over yours.
Once the tension of your body fades and you feel moulded enough against him, he picks the pace up. His strokes grow longer and more angled as he hunts for your sweet spot with careful, calculated motions of his hips. One of his hands remains clutching your trembling leg and he occasionally places kisses against your calf. His other one travels down to fondle your neglected breasts, pinching them, squeezing them when they bounce wild each time he gets too harsh.
Throughout it all, you continue blubbering his name like a broken record, sometimes tugging at your own hair, sometimes gripping onto his forearm as he plays with your body.
His knees bracket your tilted body, keeping you in place as he dives deeper and deeper and when after a particularly thrust you jerk like you are some naked wire with electric shots zapping across every single inch of your wet body, he knows he has hit jackpot.
"This one? This one right here?" He taunts as he continues to abuse that spot to see more of that same wide-eyed, limp mouthed reaction from you.
And you do give him just that, over and over again until you feel all sensations shrinking inside your body into a little ball of lust and heat in your lower belly.
His fingers move from your breasts to grip your neck as he begins plummeting inside you, sensing your release close. Bending forward, and nearly folding you in half, he chokes you lightly, making stars explode behind your eyes with all this cruel overstimulation.
You scream out so loud that you can't even recognize it comes from you when you burst around him in waves, spasming and clenching around him over and over until it subsides. He rocks your body gently, guiding you a little down from your high by letting your listless leg fall off his shoulder.
He remains inside you though, and as fucked out as you are, you don't miss the hardness that remains thrust inside you.
"Seungcheol, please just cum." You cry, squeezing him the best you can.
He laughs that low smoky laugh that undoes you all over again as he jokes, "we really need to work on that stamina."
"I willā¦kāAH" He jerks his hips against you at that exact moment, plunging in and out of you deeper and more mercilessly than before. You instantly wound your legs around his hips.
He grips your face with a single palm and squishes your cheeks together until your lips pucker up and just before you think he's going to kiss you, he spits. Shocked as you are, you feel your lips part on their own accord, letting it slip in but his tongue is chasing you down, sucking his own spit back from your mouth.
He continues fucking youāraw, hard and deep, making you arch off the bed and scream so loud that the neighbours who weren't familiar with him would sure know his name now.
He pushes two fingers deep in your mouth, "I love the sounds you make baby," he pants, "but we gottaā¦we gottaā¦argh!"
He doesn't get to finish that because his own release catches up to him. His movements turn jittery and sharp as he bucks wild against you, almost crushing you with his weight as he empties himself inside of you. You press your tears and sweat streaked face deeper into his neck, hugging him from under his arms and smoothing over the angry scratches that you didn't even realize your nails left on his back when he was fucking you like an animal.
The more he swells and slumps against you, the more you feel the aftermath of this night lighting up your chest.
You wait for the regret to peek its ugly head from behind your conscience like it always does after every rash decision. But as Seungcheol recovers, helping you settle down better with a warmth bath, gentle aftercare and just the mellow presence of him, you find yourself grounding more and more in the belief that this night, and all the scheming that followed, were some of the best decisions you've ever taken.
You're wearing nothing but his Lunaris t-shirt from earlier when you feel his arm tighten around your waist during the middle of this very long night. He keeps on placing little, fleeting kisses over the crown of your headāthat's how you know he's as much awake as you are. But clearly, not for long because rhythm of his heartbeat under your cheek lulls you deeper and deeper into the waiting arms of a long, comforting slumber.
Right before you knock out cold, you mumble, half muffled into his chest. "Cheol?"
"Mhmm?"
You breathe in the scent of soap of his fresh sheets. "I don't do this often."
"Do what, Ray?" he asks.
You tilt your head, just enough for him to see your droopy eyes, your pouty lips. "Scam peopleā¦then sleep with them on the first date."
He can't help but laugh at how adorable you look, trying your best to keep your eyes and heart open for him to see that deep down buried between whatever chaos you've showed him, you're indeed, a good person.
"I know baby," he agrees, brushing your hair that is still a little wet from his shower off your face, "guess I'm just prone to being scammed and getting fucked on first dates."
You snicker, stealing another kiss from him in the dark before surrendering to sleep.
The next time you see Keira, she's getting off her shift from the coffeehouse with her new boyfriend in tow holding her bag. She's saying something to him, deliberately slowing her words down because of her tendency to talk fast when she's nervous, or excited, or bothāand he's listening to her, with all the patience and attention in the world.
You somehow manage to wriggle out of the stronghold of your own boyfriend, who whines at the loss of your body from between his hands and lips.
"Cheol, stay." you order him over your shoulder before jogging up to the couple and when you reach them, though your friend is clearly the excited one to see you, you instead reach to pat the shoulders of her boyfriend like a bro.
"Thanks for taking her out the day before Valentine's day, Mingyu." You tell the guy whose confused gaze oscillates between you and his girlfriend laughing beside you. Yet, you continue, even when he has no context, "I really owe you a big one."
"Uhā¦cool, I guess?" He smiles at you, puzzled, before turning to his girlfriend, "but babe, wasn't our first date on theā"
"The details don't matter, baby." The speed at which Keira replies with that jittery smile is almost too quickāeven for a fast-talker like her.
But you choose to brush it off, too happy to worry over little details lately. You extend your palm towards Mingyu in a businesslike manner, "I mean it, Kim. Feel free to reach out to me whenever you need my help."
Mingyu laughs, not because anything is humorous, but because he doesn't know how else to react to the bizarreness of this situation. Yet, he concedes, shaking your hand as formally as he canābriefly, because all of a sudden, he is slipping his hand out of your grip and stepping a little away from you when he spots someone behind you.
You roll your eyes, you don't even have to turn around to see what's going on.
"Cheol, are you glaring at him?" You ask.
"Yeah." Comes the disgruntled reply.
"Well, are you planning to stop glaring at him?"
"Not really."
"Do you want me to ask Keira to go to the next concert with me?"
"But Rayā"
"I think we should get going," Keira butts in, tugging at the sleeves of her boyfriend's sweatshirt and pulling him away.
You don't miss it though, the knowing smile she throws towards Seungcheol and that's all it takes for you to start wondering about the loophole of this entire storyā
anyone up for a mortal kombat roleplay on discord? i need more johnny cage in my life lol
preferably looking for mk11 or mk1!
my side will be mlm, so if that bothers you just don't interact! i will be using a male oc who can shift into a wolf and he will be paired with johnny!
i prefer descriptive. other things can be discussed in messages. so if anyone is interested, just please message me and let me know!
A/N: Okie dokie ! It is finished,,, I hope you all enjoy it and that it lives up to your expectations. I apologise for it taking so long ! I've been struggling with motivation to write lately but I am pretty proud of this big one and thank you for being so patient !!! <33
Summary: Temporarily living with Johnny has it's challenges, especially since he still isn't being upfront about his feelings or your relationship.
Warnings: 18+ only, smut, mentions of anxiety/panic attacks, mentions of stalking (ex), alcohol consumption, minor harrassment (ex), mental instablity (ex), minor mentions of violence, arguments, mean!Johnny, possessive/jealous!Johnny, reader has a nightmare, masturbation, thigh riding, biting, cunnilingus, grinding, creampie (?), minor dacryphilia, vaginal fingering, minor overstimulation, no use of y/n
MDNI
The past few days with Johnny have been good, you have mostly been watching movies and playing board games. He offered you a deal ā for every movie you watch, you have to watch one of his after. A fine deal by any meansā¦ if you hadnāt already seen them. Being friends with Johnny means watching all of his movies at least once but it seems like staying here has given him the opportunity to make you watch them all again.
If he hadnāt been so kind and you werenāt so worried about being ungrateful or overstaying your welcome, you would complain and kick up more of a fuss but all in all, you donāt really mind. Itās not like his movies are badā¦ okay, some of them are definitely not good but heās still in them so you donāt really mind. Heās a good actor and a good-looking man so it makes sitting through the lesser of his films bearable, that and heās always so happy when you watch them together, how could you turn him down.
You needed a break from his movies though, which has resulted in a game of trivial pursuit and while you canāt prove itā¦ you think heās cheating, āThis isnāt fun when itās only two people playing,ā you complain.
Heās leaning back on his palms and smiling cockily at you, youāre both sat facing each other with his coffee table in between, the game sat atop and looking at it, you can see just how far behind you are.
āYouāre only saying that because youāre losing,ā he snickers back at you.
You scowl at him, āWho knows things likeā¦ā you pick up another card and read it out, āWhen the first movie trailer was shown?ā
He lightly rolls his eyes, ā1913 and plenty of people would know that!ā
āNo! People donāt just know that?ā Youāre exasperated with him; he has to know thatās not common knowledge and itās odd that he knows that off the top of his head.
He shrugs at you, smug smile on his face, āI guess Iām just that good.ā
You squint at him, annoyed that he is apparently a trivia god, āOr just that odd.ā
āI may be odd but youāre the one dying to get fucked by me,ā he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
You groan at him and feel yourself grow hot in the face, āWhatever, just pick a new card.ā You flick the card youāre holding at him and he laughs as it falls flat before hitting him.
Heās incredibly happy with himself, now using your desire for him as some kind of punchline. Heās not touched you again, not since the incident on the couch. Itās not like youāve not made your move either, youāve tried enticing him and every time he looks so close to folding before he gathers himself and moves forward. For a man who flirts relentlessly with you, he sure does have a lot of self-control.
Your phone buzzes on the table and you pick it up to look, face immediately twisting into an expression of displeasure.
āYou good?ā Johnny asks.
Placing your phone down, you look to him and answer, āMhm, yeahā¦ itās just work.ā
He raises a brow at you, āAgain?ā
You hum at him because yes, again.
Work has been messaging you fairly frequently to see if youāve gotten ābetterā, you havenāt gone back yet, you used a few of your sick days so you could get some time off after the traumatic event of your ex breaking into and trashing your apartment but management seems to be getting pissy with you, so you will have to go back soon.
Something that had surprised you was Johnny also taking a few days off work to stay with you, you think heās apprehensive about leaving you alone, which you canāt blame himā¦ you donāt really want to be alone. You havenāt told him that though, you would never ask him to put you above his work.
Johnny sits up, no longer leaning on his hands, āWhat did they say?ā
āTheyāre just asking how I feelā¦ if Iām better,ā you hesitate slightly, āI think Iāll go back tomorrow.ā
āI donāt think you should.ā He replies quickly.
This is not the first time heās shown upset at the prospect of you going back to work, āI have to, I still have to pay for my apartment you know.ā
He looks at you sincerely, āYou know I would pay for anything you need me to.ā
āAnd you know that Iām not comfortable with that,ā you retort.
Heās offered to cover the cost of everything for you multiple times now and every time he brings it up, you shoot him down.
āI just donāt love the idea of you going back there, not with your ex stillā¦ā his face turns up in disgust, āExisting.ā
You chuckle slightly, āIt should be fine.ā
You say that but you are worried about possibly running into him too, you donāt know if heās still lingering around your neighbourhood or not. Which, speaking of your apartment, youāre waiting to hear back from your landlord on whether or not the door has been fixed.Youāre also dreading having to go back though, youāve been putting it off for days now. You were supposed to go back for pyjamas but instead Johnny has been letting you live in his shirts.
āJust take tomorrow off, one more day,ā he gives you puppy dog eyes. When you donāt immediately reply, he adds, batting his eyelashes at you, āFor me?ā
Your lips downturn at his stupidity, āUgh fine, just stop looking at me like that.ā
He smiles brightly at you, āCool! We can watch more of my movies tomorrow.ā
You shoot back, āDonāt you have a job?ā
āMaking you watch all my movies is part of my job,ā he jokes.
You whinge out at him, āBut Iāve already seen them all~.ā
āAnd now youāre watching them all again~,ā he mocks you, smile big and with how proud of himself he is, the weight of his pride might crush you.
āYouāre lucky I think youāre cute,ā you grumble.
He chuckles at you, āIs that the only reason youāre watching all my movies? Because you want to sleep with me?ā
āIām not going to say youāre completely wrong,ā you tease.
He places a hand over his heart, āDo you like any of my movies?ā
āYour movies, or movies youāve starred in?ā You clarify.
Heās examining you carefully, āBoth.ā
You donāt have to think about it, āI like your movies,ā you admit, āBut you have starred in some questionable ones.ā
āAre we done playing yet?ā You lament, referencing the almost forgotten game of trivial pursuit.
āAre you done pretending you still have a chance at winning?ā He counters.
āNever.ā
He rolls his eyes playfully at your stubbornness, āWhat if I said Iād fuck you right now if youād admit youāve lost.ā
Your heart stutters in your chest and if you felt like he was being serious, you would fold and tell him heās the all-time winner of trivial pursuit but you know him and you know heās only teasing, āIād tell you that youāre being mean and that Iād also sooner die before admitting premature defeat.ā
āThatās a real shame,ā he hums.
Youāre getting annoyed with him; he keeps doing this to you. Relentlessly teasing you with no follow through, not even so much as a kiss. You get up on your knees and shuffle over to him, you end up right in his lap, his hands move to your hips instinctually.
He smirks at you, āAnd what are you trying to accomplish right now, doll?ā
āYouāve been really mean, Johnny,ā you pout at him.
āHow can I fix it?ā he asks.
You feel timid, shy, āYou can stop pretending like the other night never happened.ā
Heās serious as he answers, āIām not pretending anything; I know it happened.ā
āYouāve not evenā¦ā You trail off, now worried that you read into things too much and that youāre still just friends.
āSugar, Iāve not stopped thinking about it,ā he confesses.
You hesitate but probe, āSo, you still want me?ā
He almost has an air of confusion about him, baffled by your doubt, āNever stopped.ā
āThen why havenāt you even kissed me again?ā Your brows upturn at him.
His hand moves to hold your face, his thumb stroking high on your cheekbone, āWorried Iām not gonna be able to control myself.ā
You lean into his hand slightly, āDonāt want you to.ā
He groans, āSee, you saying stuff like that doesnāt help,ā
āCan I have one kiss?ā you mimic the way he bat his eyelashes at you earlier, tacking on, āPlease?ā
He groans at you, pained, āHow could I possibly say no?ā
His hand on the the side of your face tilts your head and his lips brush over yours, the small contact electrifying to you. It feels like itās been so long since heās kissed you and being this close to him is making you dizzy. He teases you with his proximity, holding you close but never actually kissing you. Just as youāre about to huff out in annoyance at him, he pushes his lips to yours.
The kiss is hot, his mouth insistent and full, your shock gives him the chance to stick his tongue inside your mouth, licking at you. You moan into him, your body relaxing completely, incredibly content to be placated by his lips. His hand on your hip holds you tight, his fingers digging in, attempting to ground himself.
His own moans are muffled by the kiss, youāre affecting him just as much as he thought you would. He begrudgingly pulls away from you, knowing if he keeps kissing you, heāll lose his mind and end up making you cum for him in anyway he can think of. You whinge as he pulls back and he canāt help the incredibly smug expression on his face at the sound, forever feeling self-pleased by how needy you are for him.
He purrs at you, āHappy?ā
āYou could make me happier,ā you retort.
He only chuckles at you in response before asking, āYou gonna admit to losing trivial pursuit?ā
You frown at him, āAbsolutely not!ā
āThen sit your ass back over on your side of the coffee table and answer your question like a good girl,ā his tone is a teasing kind of firmness.
You plant a single full kiss on his lips before crawling back over to your side, Johnnyās eyes stay glued to your ass as you shuffle across the carpet. His mind immediately filling with images of his cock pile driving into you while your back is arched for him. This was supposed to be a wholesome game and now heās thinking of fucking you into the carpet while making you answer trivia questions.
You grumble at him, āYouāre so mean to me.ā
āIād feel worse about it if you didnāt seem to enjoy it so much,ā heās incredibly glib right now, completely correct about his effect on you.
āYouāre wrong,ā you try denying.
āReally?ā he raises a brow to you, āBecause I seem to remember your pretty little pussy gripping my fingers awfully tight when I was āmeanā to you.ā
Your face heats up again, āJust pick out a card,ā you mumble.
His grin is Cheshire like, āWhatever you want, sugar.ā He picks up a new card, āWhat is the literary term for a word that describes a sound?ā
You know this one and you smile brightly, āOnomatopoeia!ā you point at him excitedly.
He laughs at your excitement, āYou got it.ā
You have a small celebratory moment to yourself before you pull out a new card, āIf you know this one Iām gonna scream.ā
Heās confident in his trivia abilities, āGet ready to yell, doll.ā
You read from the card, āWhat is the year of the first recorded flight?ā
ā1903,ā he smiles cockily, completely sure that heās right.
And he is, you glare at him and grumble out, āYouāre correct.ā
āI know,ā his tone is self-satisfied.
You donāt win trivial pursuit but you do take pride in not giving up, you may not be good at trivia but youāre proud of yourself for seeing it through. Some may call it stubbornness but you think it shows strength to sit there and try like hell to win even when defeat is right in front of you. You gave it your best shot and you had fun. You will get better at trivia thoughā¦ he wonāt be winning next time. Not that youāre competitive or anything.
ā° ā° ā°
In the morning youāre woken up by your phone buzzing by your head, sleepily you squint at your screen and see that itās work trying to call you again. You grumble annoyed at how persistent they are but relent and answer.
āAre you feeling better yet?ā Your managers voice is sharp and his question is straight to the point. Youāre a bit taken aback by how direct and grumpy he is, you donāt even get to say anything before he continues, āListen, weāve been swamped here, unless youāre actively dying, it would be best if you came in. Best for you I mean.ā
You donāt miss his threat, your job is now on the line if you donāt go in but with how heās being such a dick you try to negotiate, āI can come in tomorrow.ā
āToday would be best,ā he sighs, you donāt answer him and he grunts at you, āFine, come in tomorrow, if youāre not in tomorrow, youāre getting cut from the roster.ā
āAlright, see youāā he didnāt even let you finish your goodbye; heās already hung up on you. Bastard.
You stare up at the ceiling, your mood for the day already completely ruined, you feel badly because you know youāre lying to work and they do need help but youāre also having a hard time bringing yourself to leave Johnnyās apartment, let alone go back to your neighbourhood. The thought of him being there sends a cold spike of anxiety through you, he did all that to your home, what is he planning to do to you? Itās a frightening thought.
You lay motionless on your mattress for a while, too anxious to go back to sleep but also too tired to get up. Clattering can be heard in the kitchen though and youāre concerned as to what Johnny is attempting to do so you haul yourself up, out of the bed and into his kitchen.
When you make your way into the main area you can see Johnny making pancakesā¦ you think? Mostly, it just looks like heās making a mess, āWhat are you doing?ā
āShitāā He jumps at the sound of your voice, dropping the spatula he was holding onto the ground, āI wasnāt expecting you to be awake so early,ā he mumbles out as he bends down to retrieve it.
Your tone is amused as you ask again, āWhat are you doing?ā
āMaking breakfast,ā he sighs.
You walk over to him and see heās made a complete mess of the kitchen; heās used far too many bowls for what heās made. He also seems to have made up some pancake mix two separate times before using the one he is holding now.
You come up beside him and look over what heās doing, āWhy did you make so much mix?ā
āThe other ones had a weird texture,ā heās focusing hard on tipping some of the mix into the pan.
You want to comment on how he could be doing things better but youāre so appreciative of his efforts and you donāt want to sound like a know it all. But you canāt help but cringe as the bowl slips a bit and gets all over his hand.
He groans out, āI dunno how you did this so effortlessly, Iām killing myself here, doll.ā Youāre distracted by how he lifts his hand to his mouth and licks some of the batter off, he notices and smiles at you knowingly, moving his hand in front of your face he asks, āWant a taste, sugar?ā
Wordlessly, your wrap your lips around his index finger, sucking it clean. Johnny groans at the sight of it, not expecting you to be so willing, he was only joking around but now youāre gently suckling on his finger and heās about to pass out over it.
You pull back slowly and kiss the tip of his finger when youāre done cleaning it. Heās looking at you like youāve hung the moon and stars in the sky and you can only huff out an amused laugh at him.
āMove over,ā you shoo him away, āI will make the pancakes, you can start cleaning up,ā you reach out for the mixing bowl he was holding.
He hands it to you reluctantly, āI was trying to make breakfast for you.ā
āAnd I appreciate it so much but youāre going to make a mess of yourself if you continue,ā you place the bowl off to the side and flip the pancake that was still in the pan, itās too thick and also a little extra crispy thanks to the both of you getting distracted.
He comes up behind you, his arms trapping you against the bench, he leans in over your shoulder, āWould you clean me up if I did?ā His words are suggestive, far from innocent.
You turn it back on him, āWould you let me?ā
His head drops to your shoulder, resting there, āI want to, doll. Bad.ā
āYouāre the only one stopping it,ā you hum out, focusing on the task at hand, trying to ignore how close he is to you.
He stays close to you as you make the pancakes, his hands move from the bench to your hips, his hands hold onto you, lightly pawing at you, āWhy are you up so early anyways? I thought I had more time.ā
āWork called me again, woke me up,ā you mutter, already knowing Johnnyās going to be pissed that theyāve rung you again.
āWas it that asshole again?ā He asks, referencing your manager.
You flip a pancake over in the pan, āYeah, theyāre short staffed and need my help.ā
Johnnyās arms wrap around you more, holding you to him as his head turns into your neck, āI hope you said no.ā
āI did but I feel bad, I have to go in tomorrow,ā you tell him.
āYou do not, not if you arenāt ready to be back there,ā his arms squeeze you just the tiniest bit tighter, comforting you. He knows how frightened you are to go back to that neighbourhood.
One of your hands reaches down and holds his hand for a moment, āI appreciate the sentiment but I do have to go back, he threatened my job.ā
āHe what?ā Johnny bristles behind you, moving to stand tall, turning you around to face him, āWhat the hell did he say?ā
āItās nothing that bad, he just said it would be ābestā for me if I came in tomorrow,ā you wince slightly as you repeat your managers message.
Johnnyās scowl deepens, severely pissed off with your manager, āHeās such a dick, I donāt like him.ā
āNot many people do but I can also understand his frustrations at the moment, plusā¦ Iām not even sick, soā¦ā You feel sheepish and you turn away from him, pouring the last of the batter into the pan.
Johnny scoffs from behind you, āSo what? As far as heās concerned you are sick and itās not like youāre taking the time off for kicks. After what youāve been through, you deserve some time off.ā
Heās making you feel emotional, you donāt like thinking about what happened too hard, itās still too fresh. You purse your lips and focus on the pancake sizzling in the pan instead of the slight burn in your eyes from holding back tears.
He places his hand on your shoulder, āYou deserve to go to work without fear.ā
Now why did he go and say that? You canāt help but cry silently as you flip the pancake, youāre trying so hard to hide it, blinking away your tears as soon as they form. Johnny knows though, he knows he touched a sore spot for you but he was genuinely only trying to help.
āOh doll,ā he sighs out at you, pulling you into his arms. You turn into him and cling on, needing the comfort right now. He lets you cry into his shirt for a moment, your tears no doubt soaking into the fabric. His hands rub up and down your back, trying to soothe you.
You remember the pancake though and sniffle into his shirt, āThe pancake is going to burn.ā
He takes the spatula from you and flips it onto the plate, āAll better,ā he places the utensil back down and moves his other hand back to you, āYou worry about the silliest of things.ā
You laugh dryly into him, āSo do you.ā He holds you in his kitchen for a bit as you will yourself to stop crying, youāre worried about the pancakes getting cold, āHot pancakes are better than cold ones.ā
His hands stop moving on your back and his head tilts down to you, āIs that your way of telling me you want to eat the pancakes now?ā
āI am worried about them getting cold,ā your face is still pressed into his shirt, your words slightly mumbled.
He shrugs at you, āIām not.ā
You make a face that he canāt see, itās one of displeasure, āYou should beā¦ cold pancakes are bad.ā
He dismisses, āThey arenāt that bad.ā
Youāre still teary eyed but you pull back and look at him with as serious an expression as you can muster, āCageā¦ donāt eat cold pancakes.ā
He smiles at you, happy to see your face again. His hand cups the side of your face, āThere she is, my pretty doll.ā
His words make your skin grow hot and you look away, heās smiling big though, always happy to embarrass you.
You look at the pancakes on the bench, āLetās just eat, yeah?ā
āWhatever you want, sugar,ā he pulls his hand away but not before booping the tip of your nose gently.
You sigh at him but move around the kitchen getting ready to plate out breakfast, Johnny comes up to your side and stops you, āGo sit down, Iāll plate it up.ā
āButāā
āDonāt ābutā me, you ended up making them all so go sit down,ā he points over to the breakfast bar.
You want to argue with him, about how you didnāt put nearly as much effort into making them as he did. How he did the most annoying part but based on the look on his face, you wouldnāt be able to convince him to let you plate it up anyways. So, you sulk away and around the bench, perching yourself atop the stool and wait for him to give you your pancakes.
As you watch him move around the kitchen something occurs to you, āDid you tell me the wrong cabinet when I was first here just so you could see my ass?ā
He stands to face you, his smile sly but his tone faux offended, āI would never do that, how dare you.ā
You roll your eyes at him and his response, āYou would do that.ā
āCan you blame me? Youāve got one hell of an ass, sugar,ā he places your plate down in front you, wiggling his eyebrows as he does.
You try to be offended but you end up feeling complimented, āThank you,ā he smiles deviously at you and you squint back at him, āfor the pancakes, not your gross compliment.ā
āAh, but you took it as a compliment,ā he throws a wink your way, his demeanour pleased.
You roll your eyes at him and eat your pancakes, they arenāt bad. He did an alright job with the batterā¦ third times the charm, it was just the actual cooking part he seemed to have the most issues with. Wellā¦ that and the mess he made.
You realise he spent his time clinging to you instead of cleaning like he was supposed to, āYou didnāt cleanā¦ā
āI got distracted,ā he mumbles, mouth full.
Not looking at him, you reply, āYou do that a lot.ā
āStop living here and it wonāt be a problem anymore,ā he nudges your arm with his elbow.
āAlright,ā you agree easily, youāre only staying for as long as youāre welcome.
Johnny doesnāt flinch, āNo.ā
You turn to look at him, questioning look on your face, āNo?ā
He still doesnāt look to you, mindlessly eating his breakfast as he explains, āYeah, no. Keep staying here, I donāt mind being distracted.ā He turns to you and smiles, āI like it, actually.ā
His smile and words fluster you; youāre still concerned about overstaying your welcome though. Turning back to your food you mutter, āIf you get sick of me and need me to leave, tell me, Iāll go.ā
āYou are always welcome in my home, not gonna ask you to leave, doll,ā he picks up his plate and walks into the kitchen, stopping behind you to press a kiss to the crown of your head, āNot now or in the future, stay as long as you likeā¦ā he puts his plate in the sink, āā¦hell, stay forever.ā
āIām not staying forever,ā you giggle, taking it as a joke.
He smiles fondly at you, āDo whatever you like, youāre always welcome here.ā
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Waking up is hard, especially since you know you have a shift later, one you are none too keen to do. Images of your ex grabbing at you, of you punching him, the feeling of the impact, itās all still so fresh in your mind and the idea of maybe running into him, or worse, him waiting for you, is horrifying. You might have to look for a new job but you like where you are, you like your co-workers. Itās also convenient, within walking distance from your apartment but now think that may not be such a bonus anymore, especially if you decide to move.
Youāve been considering getting a new place but your apartment is rent controlled and a decent price and itās close to everything, moving is such a hassle but the idea of going back there and living day to day life frightens you. Youāll be constantly on edge in that apartment, you know what needs to be done but that doesnāt make it easy.
Lying in bed and thinking about this isnāt going to make it better though, youāre just stressing yourself out. You groan dramatically to the empty room as you pull yourself out of bed, your limbs feel heavy. If you had your way, youād stay in bed a little longer but you know Johnny will be leaving for work soon and you want to see him before he goes.
You find him looking like a mess in the hallway, trying to shuffle himself out the door, his phone is balanced between his ear and shoulder, fingers fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. He smiles when he sees you, mouthing a good morning. You smile back at him and shoo his hands away from his shirt, one drops to his side and the other hold his phone properly.
Thereās some kind of issue with one of the actors in his films, you could probably gather more if you werenāt distracted by his skin peeking out from under his shirt. His voice is stern on the phone, a tone youāve only heard a handful of times, one thatās rarely, if ever, directed at you. You want him to stay home and have his way with you right now but youāre starting to gather that the begging isnāt really working as well as you want it to, that and you do actually have to go back to work today.
When youāve buttoned his shirt you pat his chest, he mutes his side of the call and holds his phone away from his ear, āThank you.ā
āYouāre welcome,ā youāre fighting to keep your eyes on his and not look at his lips.
His free hand holds the side of your face, āIāll be back late today,ā he looks away from you for a second, āIād prefer if you didnāt go in today, I might not be available if you need me.ā
You roll your eyes at him lightly, āI probably wonāt need you, plus my shift is only short and I need money.ā
āI can give you money,ā his tone is slightly exasperated, his hand moves to hold your shoulder.
āI donāt want your money,ā the idea of taking money from him, while also living in his homeā¦ is uncomfortable, you donāt care if heās offering, you are not taking his money.
He looks you over carefully, ignoring the voice coming from his phone, āYou really not going to take another day?ā
āNope, I canātā¦ not without risking my job,ā you place your hands on your hips and raise a brow at him, you told him this yesterday.
His head rolls back and he groans a bit, the hand on your shoulder shakes you slightly, āFine, but finish early and come straight back here,ā his face pulls up in disgust, āI hate that, that little rat of a man is still out and about.ā
Your lips twist from holding in a laugh, your hand salutes him as you say, āYessir.ā
He squints at you before putting his phone back to his ear, unmuting himself, the person on the other end had started to yell at him through the phone, āI am coming! Geezā¦āĀ He spins to leave but quickly turns around and presses a kiss to your lips, āIāll see you later,ā he rushes out the apartment after that.
Youāre left shocked, staring at the door he just left out of. Itās not the first time youāve kissedā¦ obviously but the casualness of it has your stomach erupting in butterflies. He kissed you like it was the most natural thing, like it was a part of your routine, like youāre a couple. Your relationship with him has left you completely confused but how he doubled back just to kiss you goodbye has you smiling to yourself like an idiot all morning.
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The trip to work is nerve wracking, youāre worried about being back, youāre extra cautious of everyone around you, eyes scanning every face quickly, itās not until youāre actually at work and can hide in the backroom do you feel the slightest bit better. Having people around you and being behind the counter puts you at ease, itāll at least be harder for your ex to get at you, hopefully he doesnāt show up though.
Youāre waiting the extra few minutes for your shift to start, as you sit and stare at your feet, you see another pair approach and stop in front of you. Youāre scared itās your manager but as you lift your head up to look, you realise itās just one of your co-workers. Your shoulders drop, relaxing, knowing that you arenāt about to be scolded for you absence.
Your co-worker smiles down at you, āYouāre back! Are you feeling better?ā Ā
He is so chipper compared to your general unease about everything, āAh, hey Michael, yeahā¦ Iām all better,ā you give him a polite smile.
āAre you sure? You donāt look so wellā¦ā he leans down slightly, as if to examine you closer before moving out of your personal space, āSorry! I didnāt mean that in a bad way, you still look great! Beautiful, evenā¦ uhm, what I mean isā¦ you just look a little run down,ā his hand awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. Ā
āIām alrightā¦ thanks though?ā Youāre a little confused and arenāt sure what the appropriate response to him would be.
Michael is a nice guy and youāve known him for a bit now, long enough to consider him a friend but heās horribly awkward around you sometimes and you canāt figure out why, or what the suitable way to react to him would be.
He stands in front of you, rocking on his heels slightly, hands stuffed into his pockets, āI can take most of the orders and serve if you like? So, you donāt have to talk to as many people. You can hang back and wipe tables and stuff, the work people do when there is no work,ā he laughs lightly.
You protest, if itās been as busy as your manager says then you donāt want to put it all on Michael, āYou donāt have to do that!ā
He waves his hand dismissively at you, āItās not been that busy, Iām happy to do it.ā
The offer he makes sounds perfect to you, normally you would protest more but the risk of having to serve your ex is high and Michael has just unknowingly given you an out, āThatā¦ would actually be great, thank you. If things get busy though I will be on top of it!ā
āDonāt worry about it, take it slow and let me know if you need me to cover for you or somethingā¦ like if you need an extra break,ā heās still shuffling on his feet but heās calmed a bit, āTo be honest, if you arenāt feeling well, I donāt think you should be here.ā
āTell that to big boss man,ā you snark out humourlessly.
His face pulls up in a sympathetic grimace, āHe call you in, huh?ā
āYeah, he said you guys have been really busy and not so subtly threatened my job if I didnāt come in,ā you wear a smile that doesnāt reach your eyes as you speak, sharing the bitten back annoyance you feel towards your manager.
Michael rolls his eyes, āThat sure is one of his favourite moves, you know he wouldnāt have fired you though, too many of us would also leave if he fired you for being unwell.ā
Heās right, most people would walk out, you know you would but you also donāt doubt your managers hubris, he probably would have fired you just to prove a point, even if it caused him to lose other employees too.
You half smile at him, āI dunno, I think he would fire me still, I also wouldnāt want people to leave here because of me, the pay is too good compared to other service jobs.ā You glance to the clock behind his head and place your hands to your knees, pushing yourself up, āOh well, time to start.ā
Michael rolls his head and groans slightly, dreading the shift as much as you, āGreat,ā he looks to you again, āSeriously though, take it easy and let me know if you need anything.ā
You smile and thank him again before the both of you clock on and walk out of the backroom.
The first half of your shift is uneventful, everything is quiet for the most part, busy your ass. Michael kept true to his offer and has been manning most of the orders while you hang back and make the odd drink or coffee, which you donāt mind, human interaction is not something you were looking forward to today and you somehow always end up with the weirdest customers.
While youāre on your ten-minute break, your manager approaches you, āGlad to see you back.ā
āIt is good to be back,ā you try to be as inoffensive as possible but you think your disdain for him is something that cannot be easily hidden.
He stares blankly at you for a moment, āCan you stay back today? Our closer called out.ā
You remember Johnnyās words and how he had asked you to come back early, āI donāt thinkāā
āāIt would be helpful, if you could, otherwise Michael will be alone.ā
āMichael is staying back too?ā Youāre confused, normally youād both be swapped out, actually, normally there would be at least another server on around this time.
Your manager looks exasperated with all this back and forth, āYeah heās already covering for someone else.ā
Damn, Michael is such a pushover and you feel bad for him, you know you said to Johnny you would go straight back to his after your shift but you feel bad for your co-worker, that and the extra money is pretty enticing after not coming to work for a bitā¦ plusā¦ you still technically would be going straight back to Johnnyās, it would just be a little bit later.
You sigh out before answering, āI suppose I can stay back.ā
āThatās great, thank you, take an extra ten,ā he pats your shoulder and shuffles off.
You guess what he meant by āswampedā was actually āunderstaffedā, sounds like a lot of the servers have been calling out. Which kind of has you understanding his frustrations with you, youāre still pissed at him for handling it poorly though.
You use the extra ten-minutes to sit and zone out, staring at the bleak wall of the backroom. Distantly, you consider messaging Johnny to tell him youāll be back later than you thought but heās also meant to be late, so chances are, youāll get back before him.
Before you have more time to think about it though, your break is up and youāre heading back out onto the floor. The hours tick byā¦ soā¦ slowly, the afternoon picks up a bit in business and you help with serving but then it dies down again not long after and youāre back to a coffee every now and again and cleaning.
The bell on the door dings as it swings open and closed, Michael greets them, their voice catches your attention and as you look at them, your blood runs cold. Your ex has just walked through the door and moved to sit at a table, Michael goes over to take his order and your heart feels like itās about to pound out of your chest.
You arenāt sure what you should do, the cops werenāt helpful last time and you donāt want them coming to your place of work, youāre frightened and uncertain of what to do. He looks to you and you catch his gaze, he smiles at you and wiggles his fingers in greeting, you frown back at him and storm off to the backroom, giving yourself time to calm down.
Deep breaths in and out, inā¦ and outā¦ you focus on things around you, the feel of the wall under your palm, how your feet feel in your shoes, how your apron scrunches in your fist, your racing heart calms down, slowing to a more reasonable pace. You roll your head and crack your neck, trying to remove the stiffness in your bones, you think about Johnny, you think about how safe he makes you feel and you think about calling him. You wonāt, you donāt feel like you should, heās busy today and he said he would be unreachableā¦ and youāre worried about what he may do, how it may upset him that youāve agreed to stay back later.
Your energy is better spent calming down and pretending like your ex has not upset you, itās a power move on his behalf, showing up here, heās trying to scare you and while it is working, you are not going to let him know that, he will not be getting anything more out of you. He doesnāt deserve any sort of satisfaction, what he does deserve is another smack to the head but you will control that urge too, you really need your job.
Taking one last deep breath, you leave the room and go back to doing the odd jobs cleaning up, you continue your shift, ignoring him the whole time, you donāt even look at him, all of your focus is put into whatever youāre doing in that moment. You can feel him watching though, he stays the whole of your shift, watching you and hoping youāll look his way, he makes your skin crawl.
Towards the end of your shift, when youāre closing up and everyone has left, Michael approaches you, āThat guy from earlier, he comes in a lot lately and heās usually fineā¦ but today he was unsettling, he wouldnāt stop watching you,ā he pauses and looks out the front window, āand I think heās waiting outside.ā
You groan, this is something you would rather not have to tell anyone about but since heās picked up on it and you really donāt want to leave alone, you confide in Michael, āHeās my exā¦ and heās been stalking me? Of sortsā¦ itās why I hadnāt come to work for a bit, I was worried he would come here.ā
He makes a shocked face, āThatās horrific, have you told someone?ā
āThe cops know but theyāre about as helpful as nipples on men,ā youāre completely frustrated and you also donāt want to talk too in depth about this.
He chuckles at your statement, caught off guard by it, āSorry, this is not funny but Iāve not heard someone say that before while also looking so serious.ā
You also crack a smile, it was the first thing that came to your mind, it is a bit ridiculous, āItās fine, itās a stupid saying.ā
āDefinitely true though,ā he adds before his expression turns more serious, sympathetic to you, Ā āI am so sorry this has been happening to youā¦ you donāt deserve this, can I do anything to help? Do you want me to give you a lift home?ā
You appreciate his offer deeply and while maybe you would accept it if you were staying at yours, you donāt feel comfortable giving him Johnnyās address, āNo, thatās okay, Iāve been staying with a friend so Iām just gonna catch a cab to their place.ā
āAre you sure? Do you want me to at least wait with you?ā He seems a little apprehensive at leaving you on your own.
āI would like that, please,ā you donāt want to wait on the side of the road by yourself, not with him right outside.
The pair of you walk outside together after double checking everything is packed away properly, Michael makes sure heās on the side your ex is when you leave the building, not wanting him to possibly get at you. Your ex only watches, he doesnāt approach you, he just stands there, you donāt know what heās doing but you feel like he may be waiting for you to be left alone.
You donāt speak, you donāt have anything to say, youāre trying your best to not show how unsettled by him you are, all of your focus put into keeping yourself calm. The sound of a lighter flickering is oddly loud in the quiet street, cigarette smoke lingers in the air, your ex has lit up a cigarette and the smell is making you feel sickly, though that might just be his presence altogether.
Michael places an arm around you before leaning in, āAre you okay? You sure I canāt just give you a ride?ā
āNo, Iām fine, thank you,ā you smile at him and then pull out your phone, getting ready to order a cab.
A loud car is speeding up the street, the sounds make you roll your eyes, asshole, you think. Itās getting closer though, and then itās pulling over right in front of you. The expression on your face is annoyed, pissed off, you want to curse out the asshole driving like a dick, you even go so far as opening your mouth to say something but as they get out of the car, you realise itās Johnny, and then youāre shocked silent, your mouth closing very suddenly.
Michael is just as shocked and confused, his arm coming off you as he asks, āHoly fuck, is that Johnny Cage?ā
Johnny walks straight to you, ignoring Michael, āAre you okay? Why are you still out? I told you to come back early,ā his brows are set in a deep frown, eyes scanning you quickly, hands holding your face tenderly.
āIām fine and I got asked to stay back, I was about to catch a cabāā
āāWhy didnāt you call me?ā His hands come off your face but one of them reaches down to your hand and grips it in his.
āYou said you were going to be busy and unreachable,ā you shrug, you know you couldāve sent a text or something but you didnāt want to be a nuisance, not when it seemed like his start to the day was already rocky.
āNot that unreachable,ā he sighs, he looks around your surroundings properly, you think he may finally take notice of Michael who has been very patiently waiting to be acknowledged.
You try prompting an introduction, āUhm, this is my co-worker, Michael.ā
āWhy the fuck is he here,ā Johnny ignores your words, gaze set off to the side where your ex is, his hand grips yours a little tighter, he moves closer to you, glaring at your ex.
You donāt want there to be a scene, you want what you wanted before, you want to leave and go back to Johnnyās, you just want to feel safe again, āJohnnyāā
āāHow long has he been here for?ā He barely glances back at you, still staring your ex down.
āMost of her shift,ā Michael answers for you, it makes you cringe because you know Johnny is going to have a lot of thoughts about you not telling him.
Johnny finally acknowledges his presence, āWhat?ā
āHeās been here all dayā¦ and then he was hanging around after closeā¦ā Michael looks to you, āDid I say something wrong?ā He asks you a bit quieter.
āNo, youāve done nothing wrong,ā you get Johnny may be a little on edge and severely pissed at your ex but heās being overtly hostile towards Michael for no reason.
Johnny hums, āGet in the car, doll.ā
You prompt him, āJohnny,ā he looks to you and you keep talking, āDonāt do anything, I just want to leave.ā
Johnny scowls, thinking on it for a moment, wanting so badly to walk those few steps over to your ex and beat the fuck out of him, he looks back to you and sees the way your eyes plead with him and he recognises youāve probably had the worst day of work in your life, the psychological torture of having your ex watch your every move exhausting and frightening.
He concedes to you, āFine, weāll just leave.ā He turns around to open the car door for you.
You turn to Michael and place a hand on his shoulder, āSorry about everything and seriously, thank you for today, you made it easier being here.ā
āAnytime, I hope the cops do something about your ex soon, I hate that youāre going through this,ā he looks worried for you and you canāt blame him but you think Johnny does enough worrying about you for ten people.
āHave a good night,ā you pat his shoulder before walking to the car.
āHey!ā He calls out to you before you sit down, āUhm, if you need anything, text me.ā
You smile at him as Johnny closes the car door, you give him a thumbs up from inside the car, you donāt think youāll ask for his help but itās kind of him to offer, heās a very giving person.
Johnny takes a bit longer to get in the car, it doesnāt look like he says anything to Michael but he stares at him for a bit. When he does get inside the car, he wordlessly starts the engine and drives you both back to his. Itās tense and it feels like youāre in trouble, your leg is bouncing up and down with your nerves and he reaches over to you, placing his hand on your thigh, attempting to comfort you.
It works, slightly, you would feel better if he broke his silence and got his thoughts all out now but you know heās going to wait until youāre both back at his apartment. His thumb rubs along your skin, soothing you, it calms you enough to sit still the rest of the drive.
Still, no words are spoken the whole way up to his apartment, nothing other than your small thank yous when he opens a door for you, mostly you trail behind him. When you reach the door he lets you in first, locking it and walking into the living room, you linger awkwardly but ultimately follow after him.
He must hear you follow because he doesnāt turn around as he asks, āWhat were you thinking? Your ex shows up while youāre working and not only do you not think to tell me, you also stay the whole shift and even work late?ā Heās exasperated, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
You shuffle into the room more, āā¦We are understaffed and I didnāt want to make Michael handle that on his own, plus itās good moneyā¦ and I need the money, so I can pay for the apartment.ā
He turns around to look at you, āBut you didnāt tell me any of that? Just left me in the dark to come home to an empty apartment?ā
Your brows knit together, starting to get frustrated with him, āYou said you were going to be unreachable, of course I wanted to call you as soon as I was asked to stay back, as soon as he showed up, but I thought about your words this morningā¦ and honestly, I thought of how youāre reacting right now!ā
āSo, you rely on some stranger?ā His hands gesture angrily.
āWho?ā youāre confused.
He grimaces, āThe fucker with you tonight.ā
āMichael?ā He nods and you make a perplexed face back at him, āHeās not a stranger? Heās my co-worker and I have known him for a bit now,ā you hesitate before adding quietly, āHeās a friend.ā
Johnny crosses his arms and raises a brow at you, āA friend, like how Iām a friend?ā
āWhatāā
He cuts you off, not even letting you ask your question, āĀāLike how youāre begging me to fuck you any chance you get, kind of friend?ā
Youāre deeply frustrated with him, you donāt like his tone, or attitude, āWhat are you attempting to imply right now?ā
āNothing, Iām not implying anything,ā he glowers at you, nothing secret about how heās feeling right now, everything he feels is on his face.
Heās cutting you deep, your feelings run deeper for him than just physically and he has to know that by now, āI feel like youāre being incredibly unfair, I like you a lot and I want you in more than just one way.ā You wrap your arms around yourself, pulling back from him.
He doesnāt say anything, he just stands there looking at you, still angry for no good reason. You turn around and leave him there, if you stay here looking at him while he does nothing but glare at you, youāll cry.
Youāve just told him how you feel, you were honest and he doesnāt give you the same courtesy, not just now but ever, heās not told you how he honestly feels and you can only put up with that for so long. Youāre not a dog with a bone but he makes you feel like one, saying sweet nothings to you but not actually saying what he means or how he feels.
You head back to the guest room and flop onto the bed, allowing yourself a moment to sob, youāve had such a shitty day and you wanted more than anything to come back here and tell Johnny about it, to be held by him while he told you everything is going to be okay. Now, youāre not only just upset about your workday, youāre also pissed at Johnny for how he just treated you.
From in your back pocket, your phone vibrates.
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You donāt really know how youāve ended up hereā¦ well, you do, some of the girls from your college course invited you to a party and you were pretty keen to jump at the idea of escaping all your thoughts for the evening, you have tomorrow off so whatās the harm? Is what you had thought. You ended up sneaking out of Johnnyās apartment and ubering to the address you were given, from there itās all a bit more hazy, youāve been drinking a lot. Not typically something you do but you think after the day youāve had, you earned it.
You do remember you left a note for Johnny to find, telling him you were fine and would be back late, you initially werenāt going to leave him anything but you thought that would be unkind, plus, it would only serve to worry him. Which, you genuinely donāt want him to stress about you so much, you are perfectly capable of caring for yourself, youāve done it this long.
The night started out fun, drinking and dancing with these girls, but now youāre past drunk and they are nowhere to be seen. The people around you are getting handsy too, now that youāre alone on the dancefloor youāre an easier target. All the people in your personal space is starting to get to you and you end up pushing through the crowd of people to try and find some familiar faces.
It feels like you search the whole house twice but you canāt seem to find any of them, which is odd, you donāt know where they went or why they havenāt so much as messaged you about where they are. If you werenāt so far gone, you might worry about them more but the world is starting to spin a bit and you find yourself walking out the front and sitting on the stairs, youāre alone out here, well, alone besides the few people passed out on the lawn but you donāt think youāre going to count them.
The fresh air will hopefully help you feel better, you pull out your phone to order an uber and see a bunch of missed calls and texts from Johnny. You go to swipe the notification away but accidentally press it and your phone starts calling him back. Your attempts to hang up before he answers fail, especially since he picks up so quickly, the line barely ringing twice.
Johnny sounds pleased and pissed off to hear from you, āThank god! Where the hell are you?ā
āIt said in mm note, at friends party,ā your words are coming out slurred even though youāre trying to sound sober.
You can almost feel his glare through the phone, āYour note was stupid, why did you leave without telling me?ā
You counter, āWould you have let me leave?ā He doesnāt say anything, the other end of the phone in complete silence, āExactly, plus mm still mad at you,ā you state.
His tone is scrutinising, āAre you drunk?ā
You ask him stupidly, āAre you?ā
āWhat? Obviously not?ā He sighs into the phone, irritated by you, āJust tell me youāre safe at least.ā
āMmmm, I think so? I dunnoā¦ actually can you come get me? I dunno where mm friends are and I donāt wanna be here anymore,ā you lean your head to your shoulder, closing your eyes for a second.
He sounds relieved, āYes, I can come get you, send me the address.ā
You like listening to him talk, āYou have a nice voice, sometimes when you talk it gives me butterflies in my tummyā¦ā your words are lazy and you trail off.
Johnny urges you, āHey, focus, tell me where you are, doll.ā
āAt a friendās houseā¦ hmm hold on,ā you think he may still be talking but youāve pulled your phone away from your ear to text him the address, you hold the phone to your ear again, āDid ya get that?ā
āYeah I did, Iāll be there soon okay, hang tight.ā
āMm not moving, too comfy,ā your head rests back to your shoulder, your eyes slow blinking with how tired youāre getting.
Your eyes slip closed and you switch between hearing all the things around you and hearing nothing at all, your head is somehow swimming with every thought youāve ever had and not a single thing. You rub at your eyes, trying to stay awake and present but you lose the fight and they slip closed again.
You arenāt sure how much time passes but it feels like no time at all has gone by when Johnny shakes you awake, him standing in front of you so soon feels like a hallucination, he leans down to you and your hand reaches up and pokes his chest.
He makes a confused face at you, āWhat was that for?ā
āJus checking youāre real,ā you murmur out.
āJesus, sugar,ā he shakes his head at you, āCome on, letās get you home,ā he reaches down to you.
āMmkay,ā you take his hand and he pulls you up, you fall into him slightly.
He walks you back to his car carefully, worried about your balance the whole time, his hands stay on you, assisting your steps.
āIām glad you called,ā he says.
You mutter back at him, āDidnāt mean to, fingers are stupid.ā
He huffs at you lightly, āOkay, wellā¦Iām glad you asked me to come get you.ā
Youāre hesitant, āThank youā¦ for coming,ā your lips are downturned, still pissed off at him but grateful all the same.
He opens his car door for you, the second time today and you get inside, āIāve said it beforeā¦ but Iāll always comeā¦ when you call.ā He leans over to buckle you in, when he pulls back his fingers hold your chin, āYou just have to call me.ā
Youāre still pouting and you look away from him, he makes you weak and youāre not ready to forgive him, especially when heās not apologised, āCan we jus leave?ā
He sighs softly to himself, āYeahā¦ letās leave.ā
He gets you both back to his in one piece, you felt a bit dizzy in the car but youāre feeling sturdier by the time youāre back in his apartment. He leads you into the kitchen and gets you a glass of water, he makes you drink it all in front of him.
You watch him as he takes the glass from you and puts it in the dishwasher, you feel tempted to tell him, āMm still mad at you.ā
He holds onto the edge of the bench, āI know.ā
āYou really hurt me,ā you add.
āI know,ā he repeats.
His unwillingness to look at you or give you a better answer has you tearing up, āAre you even sorry?ā
He still wonāt turn your way, the sink more interesting apparently, āWe can talk more tomorrow, itās late and youāre drunk.ā
āIāve never been more sober in my life,ā you argue.
āI somehow doubt that,ā is all he says.
You roll your eyes at him, youāve had enough, āWhatever, thanks againā¦ for picking me up,ā you leave the kitchen after that, not willing to stay and let him ignore you more.
You just want to collapse into bed and pretend like everything is fine, you want to pretend youāre back to a couple days ago, when you and Johnny were playing trivial pursuit. You want to think of how kind he was to you yesterday, when you cried in his kitchen while making pancakes and youāre not going to think about how he implied you were interested in sleeping with all your friends and minimised your feelings for him.
Talking to him again is not something youāre looking forward to, not if tonight is anything to go by, he takes up such a large place in your heart and to be treated like this by him feelsā¦ shattering. Heās always been so kind to you and to be spoken to like this, itās devastating, you want to understand but you also want him to leave you alone for a bit, youāre not certain youāre ready to listen to whatever he has to say.
In your very slowly sobering state, you manage to get yourself into the shower and fresh pyjamas, having to do this tomorrow while hungover is going to be hell so your sober-self better be grateful to drunk you because this is far too much effort when youād rather be curled up in bed crying over a stupid boy.
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Banging sounds in the kitchen jolt you awake, your head pounding from the hangover youāre currently sporting. The clanging not helping your current state at all, your eyes squint against the minimal light seeping into the room. The furrow set in your brow not helping the pain in your head, you must look incredibly angry right nowā¦ and remembering yesterdayā¦ yeah, you are incredibly angry right now.
Groaning you flop onto your side and notice that Johnny mustāve come in earlier because thereās some ibuprofen and water sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. You hate how thoughtful heās being after saying some pretty thoughtless things, heās not being fair to you at all. Just to get your ducks in a row, he implied you wanted to sleep with your friends, devalued your feelings for him, gave you the silent treatment, got upset that you left the house, wouldnāt talk to you last night, and then again disregarded you all while knowing he had hurt your feelingsā¦ yeah, youāre pissed.
Talking right now, or today, might be a bad idea, youāre not in the best headspace, whatever reason he has may not be enough for you. Ignoring the ache in your bones and head, you get up and pack away your bags, stuffing everything in haphazardly, staying hereā¦ might not be best for either of you. Being in a home with someone who is upset at you but not willing to speak about itā¦ makes you uncomfortable, you were already worried about overstaying your welcome when things were goodā¦ now it feels almost unbearable.
You are thankful to drunk you for getting clean last night, itāll make leaving easier, you change out of your pyjamas and crack open the door to scope out the area, double checking heās not in the way. He doesnāt seem to be in the main areas, you think you may be able to leave without him noticing. Grabbing your bag, you quietly shuffle to the front door, it feels ridiculous, like youāre attempting to pull off some great heist, itās not lost on you how stupid youāre being but youāre hurt, mad, and hungover, you get to be a little stupid.
āWhat are you doing?ā Johnnyās voice makes you jump in place, you hadnāt even heard him approach you.
Slowly, you spin to face him, āā¦Nothing?ā
His eyes look you over before focusing on the bag youāre holding, āReally? Because it looks like youāre trying to leave without saying goodbye.ā
āWell, I just thoughtā¦ after yesterdayā¦ it may be better if I leaveā¦ quietly,ā your head is too sore to be standing here talking about this right now.
He frowns at you, his hands on his hips, annoyed by your choice, āBetter for who? I donāt want you to leave and I never said that I did.ā
āYou havenāt said anything actually,ā you point out, you donāt even know why he cares if you stay, heās the one who started the āargumentā or whatever this is.
He sidesteps your statement, instead asking, āWhere are you gonna go?ā
You roll your head and look away, āBack to mineā¦ probably.ā
āWhile your ex is out thereā¦ actively stalking you?ā His tone is dubious.
Heās annoying you with his logic, āI donāt know, Johnny, all I know is that youāre not talking to me and I donāt feel welcome here.ā Youāre starting to tear up and you curse yourself for it, āI was already hesitant to stay here and now you donāt look at me and when you do, you look soā¦ angry and I donāt know why. I donāt know what Iāve done to upset you so much.ā
Heās quiet and it seems like heās not going to say anythingā¦ again. You sigh and turn to the front door, choosing to leave anyways but Johnny grabs your wrist, stopping you, āDonāt leaveā¦ please.ā
You close your eyes for a moment, the light hurting your head, You turn back to him, waiting for him to continue talking; he lets go of your wrist when heās certain youāre not going to walk away.
He adds, āIām not upset at youāā
āāIt feels like you are.ā You interrupt.
Heās beginning to get exasperated, āIām angry with myself, Iām pissed off and I took it out on you, and Iām annoyed that I did, I want to talk to you about this, I want to explain.ā
āExplain then! Iāve given you chances to explain and all you do is stand there silently, I want to be able to forgive you,ā you sigh at him again, āYouāve fucked up, if you were anyone elseā¦ I wouldāve walked away already but I want you to give me the chance to forgive you.ā
āI got pissed when I saw you with thatā with Michael, it wasnāt rational but it made me realiseā¦ people your age are interested in you, there are people out there that are better for youā¦ Iā I had already known thatā¦ I just didnāt expectā¦ā Heās getting pissed again, you can tell by the way he crosses his arms and his mouth pulls down into a scowl, āI didnāt expect the anger I would feel at seeing you with someone else, I didnātā¦ the idea of you being with someone else, of someone else touching you how I have, it makes me physically sick.ā
You take a deep breath, āSoā¦ because you got jealousā¦ you implied I wanted to sleep with my friends and ignored me when I told you I liked you?ā
He looks like he wants to touch you, his fingers thrumming against his bicep, fidgeting, āI wasnāt thinking properly, Iām so sorry, doll.ā
Your shoulders drop, your bag slipping, āI donāt knowā¦ how to react to thisāā
He cuts you off to add, āāI like you too, a lot.ā
His words make your heart skip a beat but you hold steady, āYou canāt say that and expect me to just forgive you.ā
He moves closer to you, āI know, thatās not why I said it.ā
āIām not forgiving you.ā
āThatās okay,ā he hums, āCan I touch you?ā
This man does not play fair, āIāā
He touches you anyways, his hand holds the side of your face before he pulls you to him, hugging you tightly, āI am really sorryā¦ I donāt feel good enough for you, you deserve better, you deserve more but I canāt help but feel incredibly selfish because the idea of someone else having youā¦ it literally drives me crazy, doll.ā
Being held by him, regretfully, has you feeling so much better, your bag properly drops from your shoulder, and you hug him back, missing his warmth. āYou were mean.ā
āIām sorry,ā he replies.
āIād had such a bad day and all I wanted was to tell you about it,ā your eyes start welling with tears.
He repeats, āIām sorry.ā
āI missed you,ā you sniffle out.
His head leans down to you, nosing at your cheek, āI missed you, too.ā You move to pull back, but his hands hold you still, one of them grasping your face, his lips brush against yours before he pulls back himself to say, āYou know, I was also seriously concerned for your safety, I came home and you still werenāt back and I had no messages from you, nothing letting me know you were okay.ā
You suppose, you can apologise for that much, āAnd for that, I am sorry.ā
āI forgive youā¦ this time.ā He jokes, taking it lightly.
You look at him carefully, considering everything, āJohnny, I need to know what weāre doing.ā
Heās confused by your sudden question, āWhat do you mean?ā
āI mean, are we more than friends?ā You need clarity, after having none for so long, you just need to know what the hell youāre doing.
His brows furrow and he pretends to think really hard, āConsidering Iāve made you cum multiple times and stuck my tongue in your mouthā¦ Iād consider you more than a friend.ā
You groan and roll your eyes at him, pushing him back by his shoulder, it barely moves him, his hands instead grabbing your face and pulling you to him. He takes your lips in his own, his kiss full and passionate, it takes you by surprise and you make a small sound reminiscent of a whine.
He presses his forehead to yours, āDo you wanna be my girl?ā
āUgh, corny,ā you complain but you hate how badly you want that.
He chuckles lightly, pressing kisses to your lips again, āI want you to be.ā
Youāre not fully paying attention, temporarily distracted by his kisses, āMmm... Sorry, what?ā
He simplifies, āMine, I want you to be mine.ā
You agree easily, āOkay.ā
A smile spreads across his lips and then he moves to press kisses all over your face, āDoes this mean Iām forgiven?ā
āSomewhat,ā you answer cryptically, mostly because youāre annoyed by how easily he fixed everything.
āIāll take it,ā he breathes out a laugh.
You wince involuntarily, your head still pounding, your body reminding you of your adventures last night and the consequences that come along with them, āI need to lay back down.ā
Johnnyās tone is worried, his hands hold onto your shoulders, putting some distance between you both to look you over, āAre you okay?ā
You deadpan back, āYeahā¦ youāre just exhausting.ā
āNot nice,ā he complains.
You smile cheekily at him, āIām kiddingā¦ mostly,ā he forces a smile back at you and you laugh lightly, āIām hungoverā¦ I just wanna lay back down and die."
"Bit dramatic donāt you think?ā He asks.
You glare at him, āSays you.ā
He raises his hands in a placating manner, āCompletely correct, letās get you back in bed hmm?ā
The rest of your day is spent recuperating in bed, youāre in and out of sleep, sometimes only ever up long enough to eat or drink something. Johnny brings youā¦ way too many snacks but he insisted on you eating, it was nice and also so much for your pounding head, you ended up asking him to leave you alone to rot for the day, which he reluctantly did. You think heās still concerned youāve not forgiven him and if youāre telling yourself the truth, while you really want to forgive him, itās not that easy and your heart sits heavy, the ache he caused not forgotten.
Youāre going to try really hard to move forward though because you can understand, while he didnāt go about it wellā¦ at all, heās struggling with his feelings for you and you can understand that much. It also wouldnāt have helped that tension wouldāve been high for him, with you out later than expected, no messages, only to find you and see you with a stranger, while your ex lurks in the backgroundā¦ hmmm, maybe Johnny held it together better than youāre giving him credit for.
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Itās late in the evening when you wake up properly, your heart racing as you sit up suddenly, you canāt quite remember what your dream was of but you remember it was not pleasant. Anxiety crawls up your spine and you think it may have had something to do with your ex, the unease that sits in the pit of your stomach reminds you of the way you felt while at work. You hug yourself, rocking back and forth for a moment, trying to calm downā¦ itās not helping.
Crawling out of bed, you head the few doors down to get to Johnnyās room, wanting to seek comfort from him. You knock lightly, trying to see if heās awake, itās late though so you doubt heād still be up. You consider entering his room and waking him up anyways but you arenāt sure heās been sleeping well lately so you turn around and head for the lounge room instead. Ā
You grab the remote off the coffee table before flopping onto the couch, laying on your side, completely stretched out, you arenāt going to be able to sleep anymore so you might as well find something to watch and get comfortable. There isnāt much on at this time of night though, nothing good anyways.
Somehow, you find yourself heavily invested in the channel that only sells things, all advertisements for stuff that nobody feasibly needs or would use more than once but for some reason, you are completely involved in what the man is waffling on about. Why yes, you definitely do need a little bear named āTiddy Bearā for your seatbelt so itās less annoyingā¦ you donāt own a car.
Youāve somehow become so absorbed in the crap commercials that you jump slightly when Johnny leans over you from behind the couch, āHolyā Donāt do that,ā you gasp.
His voice is deep with sleep, āSorry sweetnessā¦ but what the fuck are you watching?ā
You state simply, āTiddy bear,ā and then point at the television.
Johnny sleepily looks where youāre pointing, squinting against the bright light, āā¦Right,ā you can practically see the thought enter his head as soon as he thinks it, āYou knowā¦ I could always be youāā
You groan at him, āāShuddup!ā
He laughs as he looks down at you, āYou donāt even know what I was gonna say!ā
āIām fairly certain I did,ā you raise a brow at him.
He wears a lazy smile as he rounds the couch, he taps your legs and you tuck them up so he can sit beside you. Once heās seated, he pulls your legs into his lap so youāre stretched out again. His hands absentmindedly massage your calves, he watches the advertisement with you for a bit, a new one playing, something called the wearable towel, it looks like a dressā¦ but towel material.
Johnny frowns at the infomercial, confused, āSeriously, doll, what the fuck are we watching?ā
āWell, I couldnāt sleep, so I was watching some tv and somehow got really into the infomercials,ā you shrug.
He puts all his attention on you, āWhy couldnāt you sleep?ā
You shrug again, āIt was nothing, just a bad dream.ā
You donāt look at him, still watching the lady talk about how annoying traditional towels are, Johnny squeezes your calf so you look at him, āCouldāve woken me up, if you wanted to talk about it.ā
You hum at him, āI didnāt want to disturb you, I did knockā¦ on your door, to see if you were awake.ā
āHell, sugar, next time just crawl into bed next to me, I really wouldnāt mind,ā he smiles at you and then asks, āWhat was it about?ā He keeps massaging your calves, fingers digging into the muscle, itās nice.
āI donāt rememberā¦ but it wasā¦ scary,ā you feel embarrassed to admit that, youāre a grown adult, it seems silly to be frightened by a dream.
He considers you for a moment, not really sure on what to say, āYeah, sometimes itās like that.ā
āI just felt dumb, having a bad dream, it feels childish,ā you sigh, frustrated with yourself.
āThe feeling was real though, itās not childish, Iāve had nightmares before.ā He rests his head back on the couch, āYouāve had the most stressful time latelyā¦ Iām honestly surprised youāve not had more nightmares.ā
You watch him, heās looking up at the ceiling, āI was scared,ā you admit.
āThatās normalāā
āāNo, not tonight, I mean at work, when he came in and stayed my whole shift,ā Johnny looks to you, his attention focused solely on what youāre about to say, āI was scared but I didnāt want to give him the satisfaction of effecting meā¦ so I ignored him and I thought about coming back to you, I thought of how,ā you take a breath and look away from him, āI thought of how safe you make me feel.ā
He sounds emotional, āI make you feel safe?ā
You look back to him, feeling bashful, āJohnny, you feel more like home to me than any place ever hasā¦ā Youāre nervous, feeling open and vulnerable, but you add, āYes, you feel safe, you feel like home.ā
It feels like he looks at you for too long, his eyes looking over you, full of so many emotions that you canāt read. When he does speak, all he says is, āMove over.ā
āWhat?ā
āMove over, Iām getting in beside you,ā he starts shuffling to lay down next to you on the couch.
You laugh, āJohnny, there is not enough room.ā
āYeah there is, lemme in,ā he continues to lay down.
You roll your eyes but shuffle back as much as you can on the couch, your body close to slipping off the furniture entirely. He lays down on his side next to you, his arm coming around you, tugging you close and supporting you so you donāt fall off. Ā
You look up at him, āWhy are we doing this?ā
He huffs at you, āI wanted to cuddle with you.ā
He looks sleepy right now, itās endearing, āWhy so suddenly though?ā
āYou said something cute and it made me happy,ā he presses his face into the crook of your neck, his breath against you makes your skin prick, āIām glad I make you feel safeā¦ and Iām sorry I wasnāt there for you, having him at your place of workā¦ I shouldāve been there.ā
āI donāt blame you for that, I didnāt tell you,ā you reach up and comb your fingers through his hair, āIā I wanted to call you but I worry so muchā¦ I worry about how much I burden you.ā
He presses a soft kiss to your neck, it sends a shiver down your spine; he pulls back to look at you properly, his arm holding you as close as he can, āYou arenāt a burden to me,ā he holds intense eye contact with you, trying to show you how serious he is with one look.
āI just donāt want to worry you with silly things,ā you tuck your head into his chest.
He vibrates with a hum, āWell, for starters, being scared of your freaky ex who is stalking youā¦ is decidedly not silly, secondly, Iād much rather you tell me about the silly things, I want you to tell me everything that worries you, I want to helpā¦ canāt do that if you donāt confide in me, sweetness.ā
āIāll talk to you moreā¦ but you have to promise to do the same, you keep so many things to yourself and I want to support you, however I can,ā you mumble into his shirt.
His tone is light as he agrees, āDeal, now can I make out with you, or is this an inappropriate time to ask?ā
You scoff at him but pull back and press a gentle kiss to his lips, he groans as you move back too soon, āAll you get,ā you snicker.
āNot kind at all,ā He complains.
You give him another quick kiss, āFunny though.ā
āSo funny,ā he repeats humourlessly, scowl on his face.
You laugh at him and his hand moves up your body to the back of your head, his mouth crashing onto yours, the sudden contact takes you by surprise. You sigh against him and he licks into your mouth, his kiss deep. Your leg moves to hook around his waist, pulling your lower half closer to his, he groans into the kiss, his hand moves from the back of your head, down your front and under your shirt. He gropes at your chest, fingers pinching your nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
He moves his head down to your chest, pulling your shirt up and enveloping your nipple in the warmth of his mouth. His tongue flicks at you and you push towards him, soft sighs slip past your lips, your mind hazy. He bites at you lightly, his forehead resting against your sternum, he presses his face between your tits and sucks a hickey into the skin between them, his hand back to pawing at you.
He sighs against you, and then your world is spinning, heās sitting up and taking you with him, you end up straddling him. His hands trail your body, tugging your shirt up and off your head, you lift your arms to help him. He leans forward and begins to leave more hickeys on you, marking your chest completely, your fingers thread through his hair, pleasured sighs leaving you.
He mumbles into your skin, āTake your pants off.ā
You pull him back by his hair, āExcuse me?ā
āPlease?ā He smiles at you. You look at him sceptically but he only continues to smile at you, āIāll make it worth your while, promise.ā
You concede and hop off his lap, pulling your pants off, you go to sit back on him but he tuts at you, āWhat?ā You ask.
āPanties. Off.ā His eyes are looking directly at your underwear, waiting for them to be gone.
You sway side to side, feeling timid but you comply and slip the garment down your legs, Johnny smiles brightly as you do as he asked. He makes grabby hands at you and you move closer to him, he grabs you and positions you over one of his thighs.
Youāre a little confused, āWhat are you doiāā
āāWant you to ride my thigh, doll,ā his hands encourage you to straddle his thigh properly.
āJohnnyā¦ thatās embarrassing,ā you pout at him slightly.
āWhat happened to my eager little thing hmmm?ā He grips your hips and starts dragging you back and forth on the material of his pants, āPromise itāll feel good.ā
You twitch on him slightly, it feels depraved to rut into his thigh while he watches but you start grinding down onto him lightly, your movements still uncertain. Johnnyās hands help facilitate your movements, wanting to see you do it yourself but also wanting control of the situation. Your cunt begins leaking onto him, the material of his sleep pants darkening under you, shudders run down your back and muffled whimpers get caught in your throat.
Your hands reach up to his shoulders, holding onto him to ground yourself, your fingers digging into his skin. His eyes watch how your pussy grinds into his thigh, smile still present on his face, absorbed in how youāre getting his leg all slick, the grey of his sweats now a dark grey. The friction the material of his pants give you is driving you insane, your need clawing up your spine, Johnny can tell youāre getting needier, based on how your eyes get glassy and your hips rut down into him more freely.
āThere ya fuckin go, thas a good girl,ā he comments.
His hands push you into his thigh firmer, the sudden change has you moaning out to him. You fall forward and tuck into his neck, your whimpers are breathed against him and he grunts at how wet youāre making his pants, at the little noises youāre making against him. Youāre doing a lot of the work yourself at the moment, in the back of your mind youāre embarrassed at how you hump down onto him, at how damp youāre getting everything but Johnny seems so fucking pleased about it all.
You twitch into him and moan at the friction on your clit, the sound spurs him on, his hands grip your hips tightly and he moves you back and forth on his thigh quickly, your slick making the slide obscenely easy. Johnnyās own eyes are glassy, dizzy from how much youāre leaking on him, he moves one hand to pull your head back to look at him, heās in awe of the fucked out look on your face.
āMmm you always make the prettiest faces for me,ā he compliments before taking your lips in his.
The kiss is messy, his lips demanding and desperate, his tongue in your mouth searching, consuming. He swallows down all the sounds you make for him, his own sounds shared in the kiss, when you part for a moment, strings of your saliva connect your mouths together. The evidence of how depraved in manner he kisses you sets you on fire, a whimper pulled from your chest. He smiles lazily at you, his thumb rubs over your lips, spreading your shared spit over them.
He pushes his thumb into your mouth and you take it, sucking on it gently, his eyes look wild as he watches you, āNeed you to cum on my thigh, sugar.ā
Your eyebrows pull up at him, your cunt clenching on nothing, your fingers dig into him as you continue to rock back and forth on him. Your stomach tensing, he pulls his thumb from your mouth and runs it down your chin, sternum, torso, all the way down to your clit, his thumb rubs circles into you, it makes you twitch against him. Johnny closes his eyes and seemingly remembers his goal very suddenly because he grabs you tightly again and starts forcefully dragging you back and forth, his leg bouncing, adding to the stimulation.
You gasp out to him, āHahā Johnny~ā
āJus take it like this, cum like this, want it all over my leg, doll, want it stained into my fuckin pants.ā His eyes are honed in on your cunt again, involved in how youāre dripping on him, how easy you slide on him.
Your voice pitches higher, āJohnnyā Iā mmphāā
He encourages you, already knowing, āGo on, soak my thigh, sweetness.ā
You gasp and shudder against him, your hips desperately grinding down into him, your high so close. Johnnyās intense, greedy gaze on you is what undoes you, you twitch on him as you cum, pathetic whimpers sound from you as you rut down into his leg, he supports you as you finish, helping you ride out your high, feeding you praises about how well you did and how cute you look.
Once youāve come down though, he keeps moving you into him, enjoying the way your body jolts in sensitivity at the action. You slump forward into him, small whines leaving your lips as he overstimulates you. He turns his face into your neck and lightly bites you, your cunt clamps down onto nothing, the pain shoots straight to your drenched pussy, a sad little moan slipping from you.
Johnnyās hands rub up and down your back, soothing you, āHow you think youāre ever gonna be able to take my dick when you get fucked out this easily is beyond me.ā
āI could take it,ā you argue.
You can feel his smile against your skin, āIām not so sure.ā He pulls your face back so he can see you properly, āYeahā¦ Iāve missed that.ā
Youāre kind of hazy, mind making static noise, āMissed what?ā
His smile turns devilish, āThat cute little fucked out look you get on your face when I make you cum, a sight for sore eyes, doll.ā You donāt get to say anything back, he picks you up and carries you with him back to his room, āBet youāll sleep fuckin fantastic now.ā
You giggle against him because yeah, this mightāve done the trick.
ā° ā° ā°
When you wake in the morning, youāre alone in Johnnyās bed, you lay still for a few more moments, enjoying the warmth of his large bed. You assume heās gone to work; heās probably messaged you but your phone is in the guest room and you donāt really feel like moving right now. You feel warm and safe wrapped up in his sheets, sleeping next to him was the best you had slept in weeks and you think heās going to have to put up with you being in his bed more often now.
Eventually, after a few more moments of tossing around in his bed, you get up and wander down the hall to grab your phone. You were right, he had texted you saying where he was, he had to head in early and didnāt want to wake you. He should be back at a normal time though so youāre happy for that, it gets lonely in his big apartment.
You also have a message from your manager, telling you that youāve got a few more days offā¦ which is, surprising to say the least. Michael might have had something to do with that, which is kind but you need to figure out a long-term plan, on if you want to stay or go. Ideally, your ex would leave you alone, or the cops would arrest him for trashing your apartment but seeing as how theyāre not all that useful, you donāt really know what to do.
At least now you have a few more days to consider your options, you were not looking forward to your afternoon shift. Youāll have to thank Michael next time youāre on with him, you donāt know what he said but youāre trusting that he didnāt divulge anything too personal, you didnāt even want to tell him about your ex, it was just unavoidable.
The day is uneventful for the most part, you clean the kitchen and guest room, you also make Johnnyās bed, youāre still a guest, itās only polite that you clean up after yourself. There isnāt much else for you to do though, so youāre back on the couch, scrolling your socials and watching something inane as background noise. It shouldnāt be too much longer until Johnny gets back, youāre hoping anyways, youāre bored and want to talk to him regarding what you should do about your ex.
Speaking ofā¦ a text from that awful little man comes through, you forgot you hadnāt blocked him, you click on the notification and read it. Obviously, itās all senseless anger, mostly name calling, not at all pleasant to read but after having him trash your home, this is not as scary as it wouldāve been a while ago. You consider blocking him but then you think, this may help you actually.
He continues blowing up your phone on and off all afternoon, you end up silencing his messages so you can use your phone without being yelled at through the screen. It shouldnāt be but some of the messages are hilariously laughable, the fact you were with him for a whole year and he was like this? Itās almost inconceivable to you, how could you miss so much of his problem behaviour and why has he gotten so stuck on you.
One of his messages in particular sticks with you, āI deserved better.ā It makes you scoff, what a jackass. The rest arenāt as funny, theyāre threatening and abusive and if you spent all your time reading them it would probably induce a panic attack.
Brushing it off, you put your phone down and involve yourself in the show you had put on hours ago, whatever his problem is, is not your fault and you shouldnāt bend over backwards trying to understand the motivations of someone so clearly mentally unstable. Itās not your fault, itās something you have to repeat to yourself, so you donāt forgetā¦ because itās not your fault and you wonāt let him make you think that it is.
The front door rattles as Johnny unlocks it and walks into the apartment, you call out to him, āWelcome back!ā
His shoes clack against the floors as he walks to where you are, āHey, doll,ā he pats the top of your head from behind the couch.
You bend your neck to look back at him, āHow was your day?ā
āā¦Annoying but thankfully shorter than some others,ā he smiles at you, āHow was your day?ā
āGood, uneventful for the most partā¦ well exceptā¦ā You trail off as you watch him.
He steps over the back of the couch, itās quite the show how his footing wobbles a bit on the plush cushions, you give him a quizzical look as he sits beside you, āWhat? Couldnāt be bothered to walk round.ā
Laughing and shaking your head, you say, āYou wouldāve expended more effort climbing the couch than walking around it.ā
He brushes you off, āYeah whatever, just tell me about your day, what were you gonna say?ā
Were you going to say something, āHmm?ā
āUneventful day, exceptā¦?ā He prompts.
You begin, āAh, yeah, my ex started blowing up my phone, harassing me todayāā
Johnnyās face twists into a disgusted scowl, āāYouāve not blocked him?ā
You squint at him, silently admonishing him for interrupting you before you could finish, āWell, I had honestly forgotten to, he hadnāt even reached out until now but I think it may be helpful, in getting a restraining order on him, that way I can go to work and if he shows up the cops will actually have to do something about it.ā
He considers your words for a moment, āHmm, not a bad idea, want my help with that?ā
āPlease,ā you smile sweetly at him.
He pinches your cheek and tugs lightly, āOf course, thoughā¦ā he lets go of your cheek and you rub at it, āā¦I would prefer he were dead.ā
You canāt help but laugh at the abruptness of his statement, āRight, wellā¦ I guess youāll just have to settle for this.ā
āWhatever makes life easier for you, doll,ā he opens his arms for you to hug into his side, which you do.
He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, you sigh against him, āI really just want him to leave me alone, so I can forget about him and move on, I donāt want to confront him, I donāt want to fight him, I just want to be left alone.ā
āI understand that, weāll make it happen,ā he kisses the top of your head and you believe him.
You cuddle on the couch for a bit, enjoying his comfort but then your phone rings, checking the screen you see itās a friend from college, āI should take this,ā you tell Johnny.
He nods at you easily and lets you get up.
Taking your phone, you walk off to the guest room to get some privacy, āHey! Itās been a while, whatās up?ā
Her voice is chirpy through the phone, āIt has been and nothing much, I just wanted to see if you were free to come round mine tomorrow? I need help with an assignment for that one classā¦ with that one professorā¦ā
You can practically feel how her eyes glaze over, youāve already taken the class and catch on immediately, āYeah Iām more than happy to help, Iām not sure how much help Iāll beā¦ Iām still surprised I passed.ā
She laughs from the other end, āBut you did and at this rate, Iām closer to running away and living by the seaside on an isolated island than I am to passing this course.ā
āWell then, I can be around tomorrow? Like, maybe midday? Canāt have you moving away, youāre like the only college friend I haveā¦ that I like.ā
āSounds good and I feel exactly the same about you,ā you both share another giggle but she trails off, āā¦Have you been okay?ā
Youāre a bit confused by her sudden question, āYeah Iāve been all good, why?ā
She seems hesitant, like sheās not sure how to word what she wants to say, āWellā¦ Iāve been hearing someā¦ thingsā¦ about you and itās got me a little confused.ā
You frown, āWhat kind of things?ā
She sighs, āPeople in our circle have been saying you were cheating on your ex and that youāre broken up?ā
āI mean we are broken upā¦ but I did not cheat on him, I ended things with him for different reasons but if anyone cheated in that relationship, it was definitely him,ā your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose, you have a feeling you already know whoās spreading the rumours.
āYeah, I didnāt believe it but itās really oddā¦ that people are saying that, I always thought he was a littleā¦ freaky, so I got worried hearing about the rumours.ā
You huff quietly, mostly to yourself, āThanks for asking thoughā¦ and not just assuming,ā
āI like to think I know you well enough to discern what rumours are and arenāt true,ā she lightly chuckles and it makes you smile.
Scratching the back of your neck, you ask, āA lot has happened but I can tell you about it all tomorrow?ā
āIād like that, you know Iām always here for you right?ā
āI know,ā you smile lopsidedly, you think you may need to get better at confiding in others.
You both share your goodbyes and hang up, youāre glad she reached out to you, honestly, if she wasnāt campus living and you didnāt have Johnny, you probably would have stayed with her, sheās one of the closest friends you have. Itāll be nice, telling a friend about everything.
Distantly you wonder how long the rumours have been running around and if this may be why you got ditched by those girls at the party and still havenāt heard from them, even after messaging them asking if they were okay.
This is such a frustrating position to be in but you think, if anyone believes the rumours without even asking you about them then they arenāt people you really want to be friends with anyways, doesnāt mean it doesnāt hurt though. Ā The only thing youāre really worried about is if Johnny is included in the rumours, you donāt want to ruin his career, or hurt his image, at the moment the rumour doesnāt seem to mention him but you donāt know how long it will stay like that.
You waddle through the apartment and stand in front of Johnny, āThere are rumours about me circling,ā you pout.
āWhat?ā Heās confused and you donāt blame him.
You slump onto the couch, your shoulder bumping into his, āSaying I cheated on my ex and thatās why we are broken up.ā
He grunts, āWhat a load of bullshit,ā his arm comes around you, pulling you close, āAre you okay?ā
Sighing, you say, āYeah, I mean, if people believe it thatās not my fault, Iām just so exhausted, it feels like itās one awful thing after another at the moment.ā
He turns to you and kisses the side of your head, āWould you feel better if I fucked you?ā
Your voice feels small, āYes.ā
āThatās too bad,ā he smiles against you.
You pout at him, āDonāt kick me when Iām down.ā
He chuckles, āHow about I cook you dinner instead?ā
You smile at him, āThat would be nice too, I guess.ā
āCould you help?ā Heās worried about it not being edible.
You let out an airy laugh, āSure.ā
ā° ā° ā°
When you had told Johnny you were going out today to see a friend, he couldnāt help but feel a little disappointed, he has today off and he was hoping to spend it with you. He wasnāt about to stop you though, you need to see your friends, heās glad to see youāre willing to talk to someone else about this. Sometimes, he worries that if he hadnāt heard your ex over the phone that first time, you wouldnāt have told him anything and thatās a scary thought to him.
He's left in the apartment alone and heās bored, youāve not even been gone long and he feels like a dog waiting for its owner to come home. Maybe he should feel a little pathetic about it but heās pretty happy about where is, heās scaredā¦ about the future but heās also looking forward to his relationship with you. All he has to do is keep himself busy until you get back and heās golden.
Some of your clothes are piled in his room, ever since he took you to bed with him a couple nights ago, youāve been sleeping in here with him instead. Not that he minds, in fact, heās got the opposite of complaints, the fact that youāre staying close to him and confiding in him, it makes him ridiculously happy.
The bag filled with your clothes sits on the floor in the corner, youāve been here for a while now and you still wonāt unpack, that bothers him. He wonāt unpack for you, thatās invasive and will also probably upset you but he will pick up the clothes you left on the floor this morning, heās just going to take them down the hall so they can get cleaned with his but as he picks them up, your panties slip from the pile.
He feels so ridiculously ashamed of how incredibly quickly his dick chubs up at seeing just your underwear, theyāre cuteā¦ and now heās thinking of you in them and nothing but. He rolls his shoulders and looks up to the ceiling, trying to ignore the growing ache in his cock but now all he can think about is you and how wet and needy you get for him.
Shamefully, he drops everything onto the ground and picks up your panties, his mind running wild. He feels like a fucking creep how he shoves them into his face and inhales deeply, his mouth salivating, he wishes you were home, he wants to fuck you with his tongue, it feels heavy in his mouth as his need grows.
His other hand slides down his body and undoes his belt before unbuttoning his slacks, he shoves his hand into his pants and groans as he grabs himself over his underwear. Your scent overwhelms his senses and he canāt hold off, he tugs his boxers and pants down, only enough so his cock is free, heās desperate now, his dick twitching in need.
If he werenāt so stupefied by his thoughts of you, heād probably recognise this as the creepy behaviour it is but right now he doesnāt care, he didnāt get to cum the other night after making you finish on his thigh and heās been hesitant to try anything since but heās so wound up itās insane. After you had fallen asleep next to him that night, heād pitifully moaned when he squeezed the base of his cock, just to get some kind of relief.
He's honestly not sure how long heāll be able to hold off on fucking you, he wants it to be special for you, he wants it to be memorable, he doesnāt want to be just some guy you give your virginity to and regretā¦ but in saying thatā¦ the need that claws at his insides every time he makes your pretty, cunt cum for him, is getting harder to control.
His hand not holding your panties grips onto the dresser for balance, his other hand reaches down to his cock, his tip leaks precum into your underwear, theyāre soft as he moves them with his fist up and down his shaft. He sighs pathetically at the feeling of jerking off into your panties, his mind reeling with what it would be like to taste you, he wants to cum inside you and then lick you clean. His head falls back and he groans at the thought, his muscles twitch as he thinks of how pathetically youād whine for him, your complacency with all the filthy things he does to you always makes his head spin.
With the amount heās leaking into your panties, the glide is easy and his hand speeds up, a gasped grunt escaping him. Heās already on the edge of cumming just from thinking about tongue fucking you, he talks big game about you not being able to take him but heās concerned that as soon as he sinks balls deep in you, heās going to cum.
His chin falls to his chest and he watches how he fucks into your panties, his eyes are glazed over and his hand moves faster, he needs to cum, he knows it wonāt satisfy him, not how he wants but if he doesnāt see your underwear coated in his cum, he thinks he may die. He thinks of you watching him cum into your panties, how embarrassed and turned on youād be, it drives him wild and his cock jerks as he shoots his load into the fabric of your underwear. He groans deeply, his hips spasming, thrusting forward to ride out the euphoria.
He sighs, temporarily satisfied but his thoughts are still plagued by complete filth, he wants to make your pussy a complete mess for him. He wipes up his cum with your panties and tugs his pants back up, heās going to need to calm down, he can wait for you to get home.
ā° ā° ā°
The uber back to Johnnyās is boring, youād had a good time with your friend though, you both pulled your hair out over the assignment and over your exā¦ but it was good, talking to someone. She was supportive and kind and sheās offered to sneak you into campus living with her if you need, which made you giggle. You told her about your plans to hopefully get a restraining order though, so you think you should be fine to go home soon.
It turns out, those girlsā¦ the ones you were at the party with, theyāre apparently helping feed the flames of the rumour going around about you. At least you werenāt all that close to them, they just gave you a reason to go out and get drunk for a night. Whatever, you donāt want to put any more energy into all this, youāre going to go back to Johnnyās, youāre going to hang out with him and youāre going to trust that the court will let you get a restraining order against your ex.
When you get back to Johnnyās, itās eerily quiet, you were expecting him to be watching a movie or listening to musicā¦ anything but itās silent in the apartment and itās freaking you out a little bit. Walking further into the main living area, you place your bag down and continue to wander around, looking for him.
You call out for him, āJohnny?ā
He stumbles out of his room pretty quickly at the sound of your voice, āYouāre back! How was it? Did you have fun?ā
You squint at him a bit, his mannerisms odd, āā¦Yeah, it was good, Iāve missed her so it was niceā¦ catching up.ā
He fidgets in front of you a bit, like heās antsy, like this is all a formality and he doesnāt really care, āThatās good! Iām glad you met up with her, Iāve been worried about you a bit latelyā¦ā His eyes roam over you, his fingers tapping against his skin.
āā¦Johnny?ā He hums at you in reply and you ask, āAre you okay? You seemā¦ on edge.ā
His eyes flick back to yours, āYeah, doll, Iām groovy, easy going,ā he gives you a big cartoonish smile, itās a little strained.
Frowning, you walk closer to examine him and he intakes a small, sharp breath, āAre you sure? Because youāre really twitchy right now.ā
āDid anything else happen? Do you want to talk?ā Heās clearly changing the subject.
You decide to let him, āNo? Iām fine, we talked, I helped her with her assignment, nothing special,ā you shrug at him.
āOkay, good,ā is all he says in response. Just as youāre about to ask him what he means by that, his hands are on you, pulling you close, his mouth hovering right over yours, āI missed you, sweetnessā¦ bad.ā
Your voice shakes slightly, the proximity getting to you, making your skin all hot, āIāve not been gone loā mmphāā
He cuts you off, his lips on yours are demanding, his kiss searing, like heās been waiting his whole life to kiss you like this. You reach up and grab a hold of his shirt, hands fisting the fabric, trying to ground yourself. His hands are on youā¦ everywhere, they grope and pull at the skin of your hips, at the fabric of your shirt, even palming your breasts, his touch is heated and needy, itās making you dizzy. A small, whimpered moan leaves you involuntarily and he takes the chance to lick into your mouth, deepening the kiss.
With how heās kissing you and how heās touching you, your faculties are eluding you, your mind foggy. Youāre the one to pull back first, needing air. Resting your forehead against his chest, you catch your breath and attempt to think straight again. Which is, surprisingly difficult, your eyes feel wet, everything about you feels malleable right now, he could probably say the stupidest thing on Earth and youād still be weak in the knees with hearts in your eyes.
You lightly giggle against him, āFeeling needy?ā
He grunts at you, āDoll, you got no fuckin clue.ā
You think you may have some clue, āBold statement coming from the man who still wonāt fuck me even after I have asked so nicely, so many times.ā
He rolls his eyes at you, only a little bit amused, youāre waiting for his smartass reply when he suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking back to his room with you.
āWow, talk about desperate,ā you joke.
āKeep talking, sweetness, enjoy the upper hand while you can still talk coherently,ā he drops you onto his mattress, his form standing over you from the foot of the bed.
You know heās right, and yet, the need to challenge him like he doesnāt render you speechless from a kiss hits you anyways, āCocky, much?ā
āCould say the same thing to you, at least mine isnāt false confidence,ā he winks at you and begins unbuttoning his shirt.
You lean on your elbows and watch him intently, his skin slowly being revealed to you, heās being a tease on purpose. Summoning your courage, you tug your pants down your legs and toss them off the bed, not stopping, you tug your shirt off completely too, your bra following not long after. Johnny stops what heās doing, his shirt fully undone but still on.
Smiling up at him, you ask, āSomething wrong, sugar?ā
He rolls his head back, a sigh coming from him, āFeeling mean today?ā He asks, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders.
āOnly a little bit,ā youāre honestly a little bit shocked with yourself, you feel nervous and exposed.
He climbs onto the mattress and you shuffle back as he moves up, his form large over yours, he leans down and places a hot kiss on your lips, āGonna stick my tongue in your pretty pussy, babe.ā
Somehow, the crudeness of his words always shock you, āOkay.ā
His smile at your reply is wolfish, giving you one last kiss before heās moving back down the bed and pushing his face into your panties. You squeak and jump at the feeling, he only hums against you, seemingly pleased at your reaction.
āWanted to put my mouth on you all day,ā he mumbles against your core.
You can only gasp in reply, his mouth opening and latching onto your cunt over your underwear, his tongue wetting the fabric, his nose rubbing into your clit. His hands hold you open and you fall flat onto the bed, not able to hold yourself up. When he detaches itās only to pull your panties down your legs and off, his eyes are wild and he stumbles over his movements in his rush.
He's right back in between your legs as soon as he can be, his mouth not wasting anytime in how he immediately licks at you, fucking his tongue into your hole. A hand reaches down and threads through his hair, you give it a light tug and he moans against you. Your back arches for him, hips moving against his face slightly, your body moving on its own accord.
Johnnyās own hips covertly rut into the bed below, his senses overtaken by you, how you smell and taste, itās making him dizzy, heās been looking forward to this all day. Heās practically drooling into your cunt, his skin on fire, how you writhe and twitch on the mattress isnāt helping. Knowing heās making you a needy, whimpering mess is making his cock ache even worse than it did this morning.
Youāre gasping and whining for him and he moans into your pussy, his hips humping into the mattress in a more obvious manner as his desperation grows. His hands push on the back of your thighs, lifting your legs up and giving himself more access to your gooey cunt. Heās eating you like he might die if he doesnāt, like youāre his only salvation and youāre already so close to cumming for him because of it.
The grip you have on his hair tightens and he borderline whimpers into you, his movements not ceasing, if anything they pick up, his tongue moving quicker. Your stomach twitches and pulls, your orgasm fast approaching, Johnny can tell, he knows by how slick you get, how pitched your whines get.
You want to tell him, āJohnny, mmmāā
He grunts into your cunt, already aware and actively trying to have you finishing on his tongue, he wants it all. He wants you to cum directly into his mouth, he wants to drink it all down and then he wants to shove his tongue in your mouth and make you suck on it, tasting yourself through him. His cock twitches in his pants, his mind moving a million miles a minute, shamefully, heās close to cumming in his pants.
Suddenly, he shakes his head against you, his nose moving over your clit, the stimulation shocks your orgasm from you, stumbled syllables vaguely reminiscent of Johnnyās name tumble from your lips, sounds that he relishes in, his hips stutter against the mattress as your cum floods his senses. The way your pussy spasms and creams on his tongue undoing him completely, his cum no doubt staining the front of his slacks, shivers running down his spine.
The orgasm he gives you and how taken by surprise you were, renders you wordless and thoughtless, only the sounds of the blood pumping in your ears can be heard, everything else is like white noise. You huff and shake slightly, the buzz in your veins delicious, he was right, about rendering you completely speechless, you knew he would be.
He licks at your pussy a bit longer, until youāre jerking away from him, too sensitive, you close your legs, knees touching, giving yourself some reprieve. Johnny pulls up and off the bed, once heās standing, he yanks his pants off. You donāt miss the way his slacks and boxers are damp with his cum, heās made a complete mess of himself.
You feel shy, āYou came from that?ā Youāre completely shocked that heās managed to finish just from humping the mattress and tongue fucking you.
āGot such a pretty little pussy, Iād cum from watching you play with yourself,ā he plays it off easily, not an ounce of shame in his bones at the moment, only a large grin plastered on his face.
The embarrassment his words cause you is immense; your face feels warm and you canāt tell if itās from your orgasm or what heās just said. He crawls back on the bed, his cock already hardening again, apparentlyā¦ heās not done. His cock is shiny and slick from his own cum, his tip red and already leaking again, itās making your head spin.
Your voice feels small, you feel small, āAre you gonna fuck me?ā
āNo.ā His answer is dead on, no room for argument, as per usual when it comes to this topic.
āThen whatāā
āāGonna play with you how I like,ā he strokes his cock as he looks down at you, āOpen your legs, sugar.ā You pout slightly, and he rolls his eyes at you, āCome on, sweetness, Iāll make you feel oh so good. Promise.ā
You scowl at him lightly but open your legs for him, one of his hands moves to hold you open further. āYou said you would fuck me,ā you complain.
āI said maybe,ā he counters.
He doesnāt wait for you to continue arguing with him, already moving his tip through your folds, he skates against your wet pussy and it has him shivering. He leans down over you, the length of his fat cock resting against your cunt, he holds himself up over you by his forearms. His hips begin slowly grinding down into you, everything is so slick and wet, your skin slipping against each other. He plants a kiss on your lips, his tongue entering your mouth straight away, wanting you to taste yourself. You moan into him, soft sighs also leaving you.
When he pulls back, you try again, āI want you, please.ā
He groans, his hips stuttering, āYou have me right now.ā
āWant you inside me,ā you nearly sob.
āFuckā Not today,ā his voice is hoarse.
āAlwaysā mmphā always feel so empty,ā your eyes are wet and glassy as you look at him, not so silently pleading, āNghā Wan you to fill me, please, Johnny.ā
āFuckingā no, hnngā whyā godā why do you want your first time to be now? Of all times?ā He huffs against your skin, his cock painfully erect, throbbing and leaky for you.
āDonāt care mmphā donāt care when or where, just who,ā a tear slips down your cheek, your need practically tearing you apart at the seams.
Johnny nearly whimpers, his cock jerking against you, his tip sliding over your clit makes your skin itch, the desire to be fucked full of him overwhelming you. Itās cruel, it feels heinously cruel how deprived of him you are, is it so much to ask to be so full of him youāre sobbing? You donāt think so, your breath stutters as he continues rocking back and forth between your folds.
āI care when and how,ā he bites back, nearly snarling at you.
You share your frustration with him, loose lipped in your pleasure and need, āI jus wan āĀnghā you to fuck me blind, I canāt, I need itā mmphā Johnny please!ā
He actually does whimper this time, āFuckā doll, you canātā donāt do this to me,ā heās in such a weak state today, his desperation for you driving him insane.
The way youāre begging for him to stuff you full of his dick, is going to kill him, he already wants so badly to feel your tight, wet cunt wrapped around him but he wants to do it right. Your begging is chipping away at his resolve, his mind filling with images of how heād stretch you out on his cock, how your eyes would roll back in your head as he fucks you just right.
His cock is making an absolute mess of you both, your lower halves completely coated in slick and cum, his head ducks down to look between the two of you. The underside of his cock glazed with your cum nearly sends him into a frenzy, he moans at the sight, forehead falling to rest on your sternum.
You hook your legs up on either side of his hips and he chokes at the change, his thrusts speeding up, one of his hands reaches down and digs into the fat of your thigh, nail biting into the skin. You gasp and whine, your mind slipping from you, you want to beg him more, you want to plead with him to have mercy but youāre not sure you can find the words anymore.
You sob over and over, begging him, āPlease, please, please, pleaseāā
He looks back at you, eyes sharp, āYouāll take what I fuckin give you or Iāll never touch you again,ā he cautions, his tone harsh.
āJohnny~ā you whimper, eyes large and dazed.
He tuts at you, his tone mocking, āPoor thing, not being satisfied sexually?ā
You could almost cry, his words feel so mean.
He glares at you, āKnow what I did while you were gone, sugar?ā
You shake your head at him, a gasp leaving you as his cock head catches on your clit.
āGot me so fuckinā so needy,ā he ridicules your usage of the word from earlier, āthat I got hard at the sight of your panties on my bedroom floor.ā
A strained and small noise leaves you, not at all expecting him to admit to something like that. His hand holds onto the side of your face and tilts you up to look at him, heās looking down his nose at you and it really shouldnāt arouse you as much as it does. His hips donāt stop, never stopping, he couldnāt, not even to punish you, itād be hell for him too. He needs this, itās as close as heās going to get to fucking you and heād have to be put in the fucking ground before heād remove himself from you, he needs you to cum on his cock like this.
āWanna know what I did with them?ā He asks suddenly.
Youāre distant but not gone and you nod in response, curious.
He smiles evilly and leans down to whisper into your ear, āI fucked them, tugged on my cock until I came in them. Only thinking about your cunt and how fucking divine you taste, how badly I wanted to stick my tongue in you,ā He licks the shell of your ear, āI thinkā nghā that youāre getting off easy.ā
āJohnny,ā you whine at him, the only thing heās succeeded in doing is making your hornier for him.
āOne day. One day I will fuck you open on my cock but today and right now, youāre gonna fuckin behave and cum like this,ā itās a promise, one he intends to keep.
A shiver runs down your spine at how low and authoritative his tone is, a pathetic moan leaving you, one that Johnny doesnāt miss, not if his smile is anything to go by. He doubles his efforts into sliding his cock through your folds, his hips moving quicker, more weight put behind them, it makes you whine and wriggle under him. The hand he had on your face moves back to your hip and grips you tight, forcing you to stay still for him.
He's moving desperately, wanting so badly for you to cum like this, he wants to fuck his whole cock into you but is too damn stubborn to do it now, he doesnāt want your first time to be like this. His abs clench and twitch, his own end fast approaching him, his head leans down to your neck and remembers the other night, he pays extra attention to how close youāre getting, pressing soft kisses to your neck as he continues thrusting against you.
Your pussy is throbbing for him, youāre so unbelievable close and it has you seeing stars, Johnny can tell youāre right on the edge and just as youāre about to cum, he bites into the junction between your neck and shoulder, harder than the other night. Your cunt jumps at the shock of pain and you moan pitifully loud, tears that had been sitting in your water line slip down your cheeks as you spasm and cum for Johnny. He groans at the sounds youāre making for him, at the way your cunt gushes with your orgasm, making an absolute mess of yourself and his dick.
He holds off to let you ride out your high and then heās pulling back onto his knees, jerking his cock while watching the way your pussy clenches on nothing, he whimpers and wishes he was fucking you full. In just this moment, he wishes he were a worse man but he settles for this, he fists his cock, and just as heās about to cum he notches his tip at your entrance, not pushing in at all, just resting it there, his cum entering you as much as it can from this position.
You wriggle your hips at him, pushing down slightly, his hand immediately shoots out to push you down, knowing youād absolutely attempt to take him all, even if it hurt. He canāt help how aroused that thought alone makes him, youāre willing to hurt yourself to take him all and it tugs at something ugly and primal inside him.
After heās dumped his load on and partially in you, he pulls back, watching the way his cum has coated you. His finger moves to collect it and he begins pushing it inside you, his finger stretching you open as he stuffs you full of his cum.
The grip you have on him is making him lose his mind, āGod, youāre so fucking tight.ā He groans.
You canāt offer much else but blabbered words, nothing you say very coherent, not for lack of trying though.
Johnny only chuckles, amused by how stupid you are right now, heās not able to control himself and he begins opening you up on both of his fingers, fucking you with them. His cum making it easy, his only aim was to fuck it into you but now he wants you cumming again, the sounds you make when you cum, theyāre something he hopes he never forgets. Heās playing with you, his fingers leaving to spread his cum around some more before re-entering and pulling you apart by the very fibre of your being.
Youāre whimpering at him, trying to tell him youāre sensitive, that itās too much, that youāre going to cry but he either doesnāt understand or doesnāt care and based by how pleased he looks when you begin sobbing for him, youād safely assume itās the latter.
He smiles brilliantly at you, āYouāre such a pretty doll.ā
Itās too much, āI canātā nghāā
āāHmmm? What was that?ā Heās taunting you; he knows what you were going to say.
Ā Your eyes roll to the back of your head, another orgasm already fast approaching you, sadly you think itās significantly spurned on by how cruel heās being to you. Your body shakes, your legs try to close but he holds them open easily, his eyes intently watching how you take his fingers.
āSucking me right back in, got such a needy pussy, I swear,ā his fingers move quicker, stroking into one spot that has you gasping out a shocked moan, āMaking such a fuckin mess, sweetness, can you hear how fuckin messy you are, hmm?ā
You can, the obscene noises of your shamefully wet cunt fill the room and you still find it in yourself to be embarrassed, even when reduced to a sobbing, whimpering, state. Your arm moves to cover your face and Johnny tuts at you, disapproving of the action.
He directs you, āWanna see your pretty face, doll, keep looking right. at. me.ā
Forcing yourself, you look at him, your eyes barely able to stay open, everything you see is blurry anyways. Johnny moves his thumb to circle your clit, youāre sensitive and it makes you jump, your instinct to move away, not that you get very far. He is insistent, his hand never slowing and his thumb never moving, the added stimulation has your stomach doing somersaults.
Your cunt clenches down on his fingers and Johnny groans at you, āAtta girl, there you fuckin go,ā his voice is soft, encouraging.
Your orgasm wracks over your body, mind hazy and nowhere within reach, everything you moan out isnāt even close to sounding like words, the only coherent thing being Johnnyās name. Your back arches and he pins you back down again, his fingers and thumb still moving, aiding in your orgasm. Itās becoming too much but you canāt even move away from him, only able to take the overstimulation until heās satisfied. Everything isā¦ dark and you canāt hear a damn thing.
He does eventually show you mercy, removing his fingers from your pussy, he taps your clit a few times just to watch how you jump and spasm at the contact though, and then he really does pull back. His eyes stay on your cunt though, watching you for a moment before his gaze wanders all over your body, taking in how blissed and fucked out you look.
Wistfully, he murmurs, āIām gonna shove my cock so deep inside you, youāll feel me in your stomach.ā
āJohnnyāā
āāNot now but one day,ā he laughs airily, leaning down to kiss you tenderly on the lips.
He gets off the bed and pulls on some pants, leaving to grab a cloth and water, you lay on his mattress completely gone, not a single thought in your head. When he comes back, he cleans you up and makes you drink the water.
āYou make me drink a lot of water,ā you mumble around the rim of the glass.
Heās watching you, completely charmed by you even though youāre a naked mess drinking water in his bed, āNeed you to stay hydrated, donāt want you passing out on me.ā
āKeep making me cum like that and I just might,ā you pass him the almost empty glass and he places it on the nightstand. He hands you one of his t-shirts and you put it on, appreciating the cover.Ā
āSoā¦ youāre into biting, huh?ā Heās teasing you, his grin large.
You pout at him, āDonāt be meanā¦ panty thief.ā
āOh, how you wound me, sugar,ā his hands dramatically clasp at his chest over his heart. You roll your eyes at him and he instead asks, āWanna watch a movie?ā
āI am not moving,ā you say, stretching your achy muscles out.
He offers, āWhat if I carry you?ā
āā¦I could be amicable to that.ā
āYeah, I fuckin bet,ā he chuckles but carries you to the lounge anyways.
The movie you end up watching is one of his, which should be a shock to no one, itās not like youāre entirely conscious of the plot though, youāre still off in the clouds. Something Johnny admonishes you for, āPay attention!ā
You argue back, āIām tired, plus Iāve seen this one before!ā
āYouāre lucky youāre cute,ā he jokes.
āI could say the same to you,ā you sigh, snuggling into his side, he wraps his arm around you and holds you close.
This is the most peaceful you have felt in a while, you feel safe and cared for and you think, you could stay like this forever.
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Thank you for reading it all !!!!! I know it was quite a lot to get through >v< Let me know your thoughts/feelings and reach out if you have questions !!! ily and have a beautiful day/night <33
hey! first off, i just wanna say i love your writing and the way you write johnny! if youāre comfortable with it, would you write a johnny x reader fic where reader is asexual (can be any gender) and tells johnny one night and thinks heās gonna be like upset or whatever by the news but heās actually really supportive and asks about it to learn more? and maybe at some point reader or johnnyās friend (or honestly just a random stranger would work too lol) asks how reader can be asexual but romantic at the same time?
totally not based off a convo i had with my friend lmao
- Hey! Thank you so much ahhh ā¤ļø Took my time with this one, hope you like it and that I hope did some sort of justice for ace rep <3, p.s changed a few things up
Shades of Black, Grey, White, & Purple /
Johnny Cage x Gender Neutral!Asexual Reader
warnings: brief dialogue about intimacy, sex ect.
An: I proofread this pretty quickly lol
āYou havenāt touched your food, honeyā¦ā
Johnny and you decided to attend a pride parade, with that came some hot greasy foods and just overall a good time. It was Johnnyās first time attending one with you, according to him heās a āpride parade veteranā which made you laugh. But despite the laughs and the great atmosphere you couldnāt help but grow sour at what was growing inside of you and whatās been eating at you for weeks now since youāve both been dating.
You snap out of your trance as you hear Johnnyās voice echo in your ear; āOh- yeah- my bad.ā you take a bite out of your corn dog and chuckle.
Johnny of course didnāt buy it, he shrugged it aside for the sake of having a good time but you could tell that he could tell something has been up lately. An occasional fan of his would stop him for a selfie or two as you both admired the different pride flags being waved in display and ate food, his arm around your waist as he pulled you against his side. Music blasted in the background and whistles went off as people walked down the street celebrating, it was such an inviting and welcoming atmosphere.
Johnny takes a bite out of your corn dog without much warning and grinned, āHey, you aināt eating it so I might as well.ā
You chuckle back and lean your head against his shoulder as you both walked, but pause as soon as you spot an huge asexual flag being waved by a person. Your heart beat went fast, your skin turning warm. Youāve been doing research on asexuality for a while now, itās been keeping you up at night and has consumed most of your days. Trying to figure out if that was missing puzzle piece you needed. Seeing another person identify the same way made you earn goosebumps and it gave you a contagious smile that Johnny quickly took notice of.
āAw, whatās up baby? See something you like that isnāt me?ā He says cockily but with a playful tone, his shades shining against the sun.
You roll your eyes and elbow him softly with a snort; āShut up, Johnny.ā You smile at him. His eyes follow yours and they see how youāre staring at the big flag a few feet away, he raises his eyebrow but doesnāt question it.
āSay, Iām not that knowledgeable about pride flags, care to tell me a few?ā
You snort, āI thought you said you were a āPride Veteranā.ā
Johnny laughs, āAnd I am! I just havenāt studied up on all the flags yet. I mean, I know the rainbow one and the bisexual one.ā
āIād be concerned you being a bisexual man and not knowing those.ā You snort loudly.
Johnny bites his lip at your teasing and leans in to kiss your cheek, āSo you gonna tell me a few other flags?ā
You hum, thinking about the asexual flag but quickly shove it aside seeming as youāre not ready to open that can of worms yet. āā¦oh thereās the lesbian flag, itās all pinkish and reddish!ā
Johnnyās eyes light up, āOh yeah? I think I saw that one being flown early I was wondering what it was!ā
You chuckle as you continue to tell him about a few other flags, like the trans flag and the non binary one. It was fun seeing him so engaged in queer culture, his eyes light up like a Christmas tree when he sees you explaining them. An ice cream vendor with a little cart comes in to view suddenly and Johnny almost jumps at the sight, running to the man and dragging you with him.
āWhat flavors you got?ā Johnny said a bit too excitedly at the vendor.
āCoconut, passion fruit-ā the vendor went on.
āPASSION FRUIT?!ā You interrupt, your mouth watering. āCan I have passion fruit please?!ā
Johnny looked at you an unmistakable warmth in his eyes and shook his head at your enthusiasm. āIāll have the same as this nerd over here.ā He elbows you playfully.
The vendor quickly got to scooping passion fruit ice cream in to 2 cups and handing them over to you both, you begin licking the soft serve immediately.
āHow much is it?ā Johnny takes out his wallet like it was an automatic thing, he always refused to let you pay no matter how much you insisted to him so you just let him eventually.
ā6 bucks.ā The vendor said with a smile.
Johnny laughed and shook his head, āLook man, I only have 100$ dollar bills on meā I donāt have change but take it. Itās fine-ā
The vendor puts up his hands, āNo sir, I canāt do that-ā
Johnny grabs the manās hand and places the 100$ dollar bill in his palm, āTake it. I have too many of these anyways. Give out the rest of the ice cream if you want to the rest of the pride parade. Say itās a gift from Johnny Cage, okay?ā Johnny smiles warmly and pulls you to walk with him while you both consumed the icy treat in the warm summer weather.
āMan, you didnāt even let him refuse-ā you laugh, warmth overtaking your cheeks at his philanthropic behavior he always exhibited.
Johnny licked the creamy ice cream down, giving you a look, āYou know me honey, Iām stubborn.ā
āWell- not just stubborn but caring.ā You give him a kiss on the cheek.
Johnny blushes, āOh zip it.ā
āI love seeing you red, sorry!ā
As you both finish your ice cream the pride parade seems to settle down a bit and so you both take a seat on a park bench, enjoying each others company. Johnny kept looking at you every few seconds, not hiding his infatuation with you. At the back of your head you were struggling with how to break the news to him with your asexuality. It ate at you every day and you can no longer take it, it scared you how heād react even though heās never given you a reason to. Always been keen to learn more and never judged people on sexuality or identity but still.
You take a deep breath and look at him shyly, playing with your hands as birds flew over you both and the sun toasted your skins. āI gotta tell you somethingā¦ā you trail off, not really making eye contact with him.
Johnny spotted your jittery behavior and placed a muscly arm around your shoulders; āPlease, donāt tell me you like pineapple on pizza.ā He jokes, trying to make you laugh while you were clearly struggling to look at him.
You snort loudly, his joke working in making you lighten up a bit. āRemember how I told you how Iād tell you whenever Iād be ready forā¦more intimidate things? Iām not sure thatās gonna happen.ā
Johnny nodded, his expression growing serious and his eyebrows furrowing with worry.
āā¦been thinking a while on this and Iāve come to the conclusion that Iāmā¦ā you continue and grow red, swallowing hard.
āItās okay, honey. Tell me.ā Johnny whispers in you ear, rubbing your shoulder tenderly.
āIām- Iām asexual.ā You blurt out, closing your eyes tightly.
Johnny stays quiet thinking deeply, going through word choices carefully in his head. But he didnāt seem at all bothered to which you let out a relieved sigh, he was filled with curiosity and a small grin on his face. āOkay, can you explain more to me, baby?ā
You blush and lean your head on his shoulder lazily, sighing; āItās when you experience little or no sexual attraction to others. That being said, itās more of a spectrum ya know? Everyone is different. Thereās asexuals who participate in sex despite not really having sexual attraction, and thereās others whoād rather not want to participate in sexual intercourse whatsoever.ā
Johnnyās gears turn, trying to be careful with what he wants to say; āOh okay. Thatās cool!ā He swallows deeply now, a shyness overcoming his expression; āā¦Do you still love me despite being asexual? Or how does it work?ā The actor says with apprehension, āSorry if itās a stupid question-ā
You hug him firmly and rub his back; āItās not. Babe, me being asexual doesnāt negate the fact that I love you with my entire heart. Thereās a difference between romantic and sexual attraction and trust me Iāve never not been romantically in love with you. Someone who lacks romantic attraction is aromantic. In fact, lots of asexuals like me seek romantic relationships.ā
Johnny grows red, his nose nuzzling against your neck; āOh that makes sense, duh!ā He laughs and itās gently dies down before he speaks again; āI love you so much, thank you for trusting me with thisā I know it couldnāt be easy. But I never EVER would have denied you your own experience.ā He now starts rubbing your back, not caring how public yāall were with affection.
There was a warmth that overtook you as soon as he said those words, a sense of peace; āOh thank god- I- I was so scared to break it to you. I didnāt want to disappoint in any expectations-ā
Johnny leaned back a bit and caressed your jaw with his warm hand, āShhh, youād never. How can I shame you for something that you are? Something you canāt help, honey? Whether you want to have sex or not any sex whatsoever thatās not the core of our relationship.ā
You nod, a tear trickling down your cheek, āYouāre too good for me.ā
Johnny kisses your wet cheek softly; āNo, quite the opposite. Youāre so patient and kind to me, so willing to teach me about things when you donāt gotta do shit. The least I can do is be receptive and kind back.ā
The afternoon was slowly seeping in to evening, the sky was no longer too sunny and darkness was beginning to cloud the skies. The pride festival had almost nearly died down and there was only a few people walking about.
āCan I ask you something though? Earlier, you were staring at this big purple, black and white flagā¦was that the asexual flag?ā He quirks up an eyebrow with pure curiosity.
You chuckle, seeing how easily he always read you; āYeah, it was, I was gonna tell ya butā¦I got stuck.ā
āHoney, I saw it all over your face. Youāve been off all these days and nowā¦well, we know why. Hopefully you feel better now yeah?ā He rubs your back and pecks your nose.
āCompletelyā¦ā you breathe out with a happy sigh, āItās like I can breathe now.ā
Johnny grins at you lovingly, his smile reaching his eyes. He then brings you up with him off the bench, āHow about we head home, and we can over what youāre comfortable with and not? Maybe weāll watch a film and snuggle up too, howās that sound sugar?ā
Why Johnny Cage is my favorite from the MK Universe.
I got asked by a friend why I like Johnny Cage so much. Well there is a lot more reasoning of how I grew to like his character. Which leads me to state, I only know of the rebooted universe of the MK universe. I donāt know what happened in MK 1 to MK 8 at all. I just know MK 9 onward, so yeah. I like Johnny Cage due to his character development.
I will admit, seeing Johnny Cageās design for the first time ever, I hated it and him. It looked tacky, out of place and only something a crazy or over-arrogant bastard would wear with confidence. And yep, thatās what we got. He was set-up as the first person you play as which is also ironic in a sense of you normally forget the first couple fights of your game as the story was still preparing to take off and also running you through tutorial on how to play. Still Johnny Cage appears first, like the star of the show.
Whether is was on purpose or not, it was interesting and fed into his āIām the starā vibe even more. Then twist on the bridge comes with Sonya which I have explained in a different post. It was good and set up the stage for Johnnyās development which is seen in small cutscenes which makes him seem less of an ass. Still arrogant, but not sucking his own dick level.
It then goes into the comics after MKXās opening with the sky temple where a lot of things about Johnny get broken down. Itās hinted at that he hides his pain while playing it off as Haterās Hate, but really it does bother him. Also that he was the one to raise Cassie, not Sonya. Which also seems to imply that he filed for divorce first and itās why Sonya is so angry with him. She feels betrayed by Johnny for filing and taking custody of Cassie most likely too. And Johnny tries to better himself for Cassieās sake while making sure never to paint Sonya as the villain.
The bettering himself thing really sticks out more with MK11ās dialogue lines between future and past Johnny. Johnny was afraid of turning out like his dad for Cassie and did his best to not be him. Which could be taken as Johnnyās father was a divorced man who villainized Johnnyās mother for leaving, or at least thatās how I take it due to the reflection of Johnnyās actions with Cassieās upbringing.
Still ended up with an arrogant streak in her, but also became more like her mother with a flare of dazzle mixed in from Johnnyās end. Which we know he is proud of and will beat the living shit out of anyone saying different. Which is why the end of MKX is good to me as it shows Johnny is willing to let Sonya back in despite years of fighting as he sees through his daughter the good in Sonya. Yes, he could be bitter and mean like his dad, but chooses to be open and willing to let go of his pride to try again. And it makes me smile.Ā
Johnny could have been kept as this some complete jerk who screwed Sonya, before breaking it off as she was never around and didnāt want to raise the kid himself. Dumping Cassie off with Sonya, who would not have been a good mom during that time, and leaving their lives for fame and glory.Ā
Instead we got a guy who only acted tough and was a huge softie who tried to salvage his marriage and raise his only kid without villainizing Sonya for being too busy for them. He probably lost a lot of deals, and took on smaller gigs -B rated films- so he wouldnāt be away so long and could be a constant in Cassieās life. Just because he didnāt want his past to repeat itself
I love Johnny cage cause he is more than just a movie star that can fight. He is a guy with a heart and a lot of love to give. I just wish more people would notice this.
summary: you, a world famous artist and producer, receive an anonymous request to meet up. you just didn't expect for it to be the guy that you weren't too fond of.
word count: 800ish
warnings: cursing, "cream your pants" joke lol, johnny lowkey being a brat but sfw, pasted straight from google docs lol
notes: not my first writing experience but first time posting mk content. also this was inspired off of a c.ai chat LMFKSKFAOXH this was rushed and not super fluffy or anything of the sort, just witty banter :D
masterlist <3
Just give it a shot! This is the deal of a lifetime!
You read the text from your agent over and over again, nervously tapping your acrylics on the wooden table, making the coffee in the small cup ripple. Your agent, as incredible as she was, had a habit of setting you up for something without your knowledge and refusing to tell you exactly who you were waiting for. It should irritate you, really, but you loved the thrill of a surprise more than anything.
You take another slow sip of your coffee, scanning the cafe underneath your sunglasses. A baseball cap and sunglasses concealed your identity to avoid the frustrations of fans or paparazzi getting under your skin.
Eventually, the door swings open. A tall, lean man swaggers through the room and makes a beeline to your table. It was hard to identify him considering his hat and dark sunglasses as well. You swallowed, sitting up straight and holding eye contact with the mysterious man.
He sits down with a plop, spreading himself across the chair and dangling every which way. One arm rests on the back of the chair, the other on the table. His lips part as if to say something before he clamps shut quickly, glancing around briefly before putting the hat on the table and sunglasses on the top of his head. He looks up at you again, flashing a beaming grin.
āAre you kiddingā?ā You mutter to yourself involuntarily, pinching the bridge of your nose. Of course your agent would hide the fact that the client was Johnny fucking Cage. Hate this guy.
It wasn't necessarily anything wrong with Johnny Cage, it was more about hisā¦ entire being. Based on what you read about him, he was cocky, arrogant, narcissistic and a brat. He complained about this and that on set, nothing was ever perfect unless it was made with his own two hands. You recalled the news breaking that his wife left him, and how he had to sell his lavish mansion due to excessive financial pressure. The last thing you wanted was a client as whiny and irresponsible as him.
āDon't act all surprised to see me,ā Cage mutters sarcastically with that same stupid grin, somehow spreading his body out more on the tiny stool. āI need your magic, hotshot.ā
Now slouching a bit, your face naturally contorts into a frown.
āWhat?ā You ask expectantly. āI'm a busy woman.ā
āTell me about it,ā he huffed, hands wrapped around the cup of coffee you ordered for him. āI've been trying to get in contact with you for months, girl. You had me thinking you blocked my number.ā
āI might've,ā You wittfully reply, sipping your own coffee as you eye him down. Johnny exhales with a little smirk, impressed by your snarky tone.
āI like you already,ā he replies with a crooked grin. Johnnyās eyes held onto yours for a moment longer than expected, as if he was assessing his options before snapping away. āListen, I'm trying to tap into a new market here and I knew there was an angel around these parts. I'm stepping away from the spotlight for a bit. Writing movies. I've got all these crazy stories, ones you'd have to see to believe! And I need a soundtrack that'll wrap it all up in a pretty bow.ā
Johnny proceeds to explain his master plan; He wants your face on the music for his debut directorial movie and is willing to shell out a stupid amount for your expertise. This wasn't the first time a celebrity came crawling to you for your music, but something about this particular situation felt moreā¦ interesting. Johnny didn't seem like the type to beg for what he wanted, and you could swear he was sliding off of his chair to fall to his knees should you decline his request.
Eyes transfixed on his cup, you realize he was kind of afraid to look up at you after his proposal after he sensed your hesitation.
āI don'tā¦ usually ask like this,ā his voice drops lower, leaning in a bit. āButā¦ Please. I need you in on this.ā Johnnyās warm eyes look up at you in almost a puppy-dog stare. It warms your heart, and one other place to see him soā¦ desperate. He looked weak, it made you take pity. āI'll-I'll pay well, you'll get all the credit you deserve.ā
You take a moment to assess your options, but ultimately decide that making music for him would be tolerable enough for the payout.
āFine,ā You sigh out with a little smirk. āI'll make theāā
āOh, thank you, thank you,ā Johnny puts his hands together in a prayer gesture, bowing his head toward you. āThis means the world to me, hotshot. More than you'll ever know.ā
āJesus, don't cream your pants over it, pretty boy,ā you groan, swatting your hand toward him. āI said yes to an album, not a proposal.ā You cross your arms, a smirk tugging at your lips. āYour fans would go ape seeing you beg like this, you know.ā
Johnny looked up with wide eyes, drinking in the realization that he was, indeed, begging. This was out of character. Perhaps your mere presence intimidated him, not that he'd ever admit such a thing.
āDon't go telling peopleā! Wait, you think I'm pretty?"
WHO ALLOWED HIM TO LOOK THIS FINE THOUGH?? i need a personal word with ed boon himself and anyone else that made this version of johnny a reality causeā¦they definitely knew what they were doing ong
