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Where We Left Off

Genre: SMUT, Johnny x reader, afab reader

Length: 10.6k (half of this is plot and dialogue i'm a yapper and i'm not sorry!!!!) Read time: ~50min Rating: Mature/R

Summary: You and John were best friends in high school. Then, he went off to become a big star. It's been ten years, and you're finally surprising him after an event, hoping he remembers who you are.

notes: i hate the ending ugh. Warnings and fic under the cut c:

Warnings: nicknames, mention of other members as friends, unprotected sex, oral sex female receiving, oral sex male receiving, pnv sex, finishing inside, shower sex, light spanking, light choking, very very light dom, very very light dumbification, sadly no daddy in this one because I wanted it to be vanilla but yall ought to know I would daddy tf out of johnny suh

You sat in the principal’s office, kicking your feet and picking at your nails (your mom’s voice echoing in your head to quit), while you waited for your buddy to arrive. Being a new student was hard, being a new student in a brand-new city was harder, but being a new student in a brand-new city starting high school? That’s hell. Your dad had accepted an incredibly lucrative job making an astronomical amount of money- or something like that- and your family had packed up and moved to Chicago, Illinois the second you stepped off the stage of your eighth-grade graduation. You knew nobody and you had no friends. You weren’t too popular at your old school, but you’d had a solid group of friends. Starting over was gonna suuuuuck.

“Miss y/l/n?” a voice came from the direction of one of the large office spaces and you lifted your head up. A tall woman in a dark purple pant suit approached you.

“Principal Washington. Nice to meet you again. It looks like there was a terrible mix up. I’m so sorry about this! You know we have you paired with a buddy to get you acclimated to the school since you’re new, but the person we paired you with...well…she doesn’t attend this school anymore. We had two Mary Margaret Smith’s entering the ninth grade, and…” the principal went on and on explaining the blunder, but you lost the ability to focus. Your mouth was hot, you began picking at your fingernails even faster, and your breathing got shallow. Alone. You’re gonna be alone.

“- figure this out as fast as possible.” The principal finished as you checked back into the conversation. She handed you a print out of your schedule and motioned for you to follow her. You made it to your first class, English, right as the first bell rang.

“Good luck, and welcome to Glenbrook!” Principal Washington patted your shoulder before taking off down the hall, click-clacking in her black, professional heels. You surveyed the classroom, trying to find a place to sit that would garner you the least amount of attention. You picked a seat by the window, third from the front. Not too conspicuous, but safe enough you could gaze out the window if you got too nervous. As the classroom filled up, you tried not to make eye contact with the girls squealing and hugging each other, boys dapping each other up and trying their best to use their deepest voices. The second bell rang and your teacher stood at the front, shushing the class to direct their attention towards him.

“Welcome back everyone and welcome to homeroom. I’m Mr. Fitz. Let’s start off by getting out a piece of paper and writing one fun fact about yourself on it. I’ll collect them and then we can guess whose fact is whose!”

The whole class groaned collectively, but started pulling out paper and pens.

“Hey,” a voice next to you half-whispered. “Can I borrow a pen? I left my case in my locker like an idiot.” You turned to the offending voice, stressed about already being spoken to six seconds into class, and saw the most beautiful male specimen you’d ever seen in your life. He had shaggy brunet hair, bronze skin, full lips, and long legs. Your mouth threatened to hang open, so you quickly handed him the pen in your hand, heart leaping when his fingers brushed yours. “Thanks, bro.” he responded, turning away without a second glance. The teacher collected the papers and began reading out the fun facts. With each fact, the class immediately shouted out a name of who it belonged to. Of course, they all know each other. You shrunk lower and lower into your seat, dreading the moment your stupid fact would come up and no one would know your name.

“Ok, next up,” Mr. Fitz prepared, “I’ve been playing the piano since I was three. Whose fun fact could that be?”

“That’s got to be John! He’s so good at the piano.” A girl up front said. She spun around, twirling her blonde ringlets and looked right at the boy next to you, fluttering her lashes. His name is John.

“Nah not me. I do play, but…Amanda my fact has already been read, remember?” John said, smiling kindly.

"Oops! I can be so ditzy sometimes!" Amanda, smiled, her attempts at flirting suffocating the room. Murmurs continued until your savior spoke up.

“It must be you, new kid! What’s your name?” John turned to you, that kind smile heating up your heart. You told the class and admitted it was your fact. You were met with hums and nods.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N, and welcome to Glenbrook.” Mr. Fitz concluded. “Let’s talk about the syllabus now so we can start off the year strong!”

As Mr. Fitz flipped through the pages of the syllabus, you heard that same half-whisper from your right. “Hey,” John tilted his head your way, “you know your way around this place? I saw you come in with Principal Washington. Where’s your buddy?” he asked.

“Mary Margaret doesn’t go here anymore.” You responded, barely above a whisper.

“Oh yeah? Bummer.” John scribbled something onto his syllabus. “Hand me your schedule.”

You did as you were told, hoping to have those long fingers brush over yours again, to no avail.

“We practically have the same schedule except two periods. I’m taking choir instead of band, and Spanish instead of Korean. I’m Korean so I kinda already know it. Stick with me, I’ll show you around.” John said, matter-of-factly as he handed you back your schedule, eyes never leaving the front of the classroom.

“Y-you don’t have to do that…” you stuttered, nervous about having such an attractive man towing you around.

“Nonsense. It’s my pleasure.” John turned to smile at you again.

That day marked the beginning of a friendship you would never forget.

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By September, you and John had become good friends, by October, best friends, and by winter break, the two of you were inseparable- dating rumors constantly swirling around. Unfortunately for the both of you, you were such good friends, you found the thought of dating each other repulsive. You would go to John’s house and play video games, sit together at lunch, find each other during study halls, and even hang out on the weekends. Of course, he introduced you to a very nice group of girls that also played instruments so you could have some “real friends” as he put it, and you did hang with them, but John was your ride or die. By the end of ninth grade, you were excited to spend the entire summer with him.

“I’m thinking of doing a lifeguard job for summer. What about you?” you asked as you munched on chips, feet dangling off John’s bed. He spun around in his computer chair to face you.

“Oh shit, munchkin I forgot to mention. I don’t even know how I forgot this. I go to South Korea every summer to…”, John stuttered, as if he was about to say something he shouldn’t have, “see my family. I won’t be back until late July.”

At this, you sat up. Three months without John? How could you cope?

“No, dude! Are you serious? Do you have to go?” you whined.

“Yeah. I want to go. I love…my family. It’s a good time. And I’ll give you an app you can use to contact me. It just came out. It’s called Kakao.” John turned back to the computer and pulled up the website to download Kakao. “See? It’s cute. Just like my munchkin.” John mocked you.

Munchkin. He’d been using that name ever since you both tried out for the fall play as a joke. It was the Wizard of Oz. John was chosen as the cowardly lion, and you were chosen as a munchkin in the Lollipop Guild.

“I’m not your fucking munchkin, Johnny-wonny!” you kicked at him, but he swatted your leg.

“Hey! Maybe you can come with me one day!” John tried to appease you but your pedal assault on him did not let up. Maybe one day I will, you thought.

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You’d expected to drift from John throughout the next few years, but your bond just became closer. Girls’ nights were always interrupted by a text message, handsy dates scared off, and rumors still swirled that the two of you were secretly married with a kid you were hiding in the band room. By senior year, John had rocketed to a towering six foot two, almost a full foot above where your height ended. Despite being the shy yet incredibly smart girl stereotype, you could get a little crazy when you were with your girls. In celebration of getting into your number one college, your girl group took a trip to the beach for spring break. If you knew just how the pictures of you in your bikini, skin sun-kissed, effected John, your friendship would crack- he just knew it- so he settled for a like on facebook, and a comment saying “move munchkin I can’t see wendy”.

Prom came and your girl group got a hotel room (if your parents knew you weren’t at Wendy’s, they would have killed you twice). Everyone just knew you’d be going with John, but there was no need. You’d see him there eventually. This was your last hoo-rah with the girls who had been there for you since you were a brace-faced weirdo. It didn’t surprise you when John won prom king. It didn’t surprise you when Amanda, the girl who’d been flirting with John for four straight years won prom Queen. And it really didn’t surprise you when she went in for a kiss with John and he turned his head as fast as he could, opting for a side-hug to shield Amanda from embarrassment (always the gentleman, that John).

What did surprise you, was the day after your graduation party. It was the second time ever that John lied to you.

The first, was when you went out with Kevin Nguyen in tenth grade. You asked John if he thought you and Kevin would last forever. He said yes. Four months later when you came bursting in his front door at 8pm, mascara streaking down your face, after Kevin dumped you for- you guessed it- Amanda, John said “I knew he’d do this. I’m gonna punch his stupid face in.” Your sniffling and heaving stopped momentarily as you looked up from John’s protective hug.

“You…knew? You said we’d last forever, Johnny. What did you know?” you accused him, freeing yourself from his oppressive grip.

“No, munchkin, I didn’t know. I heard that-“

“What did you HEAR then, John?” you said a little louder than you meant to, dropping the amorous nickname.

“Shh! My mom and dad are asleep! I just meant…Kevin has a track record and Amanda really hates you because you and I are friends and I just…I hoped it wouldn’t happen but..” John avoided your piercing gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he hadn’t said anything.

“You’re unbelievable, John Jun Suh. You’re un-be-fucking-lievable.” You grabbed a random sweatshirt off of his dresser and stormed out of John’s house. Even if his smell was the only thing that could comfort you, you didn’t want to see his stupid face. That was the first lie, and the longest time the two of you went without speaking. Seven full days.

The second time John lied to you, well, the second time you found out, was when the two of you were sitting in the bed of John’s truck, looking up at the stars, enjoying the warm summer night.

“Munchkin,” John started.

“What’s up Johnny-wonny.” You sipped on a beer, not knowing your world was about to crash down.

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” John stuttered. You sat up, feeling the heaviness of the situation.

“Johnny what’s wrong?” you turned to face him. The stars illuminated him just enough that you could see the hurt on his face.

“I lied to you. I’ve been lying to you. I love you, and I trust you, you’re my best friend, but I had to lie to you and I’m so sorry about that I just really need you to understand that this wasn’t my decision, well, it was but that it really wasn’t and-“

You cut him off.

“Johnny, slow down. Start from the beginning. What lie?” your heart was hammering in your chest.

“Ok.” John took a deep breath. “What I’m about to tell you, you can’t tell anyone. Not ‘can’t tell anyone but you’ll tell Wendy and them’, not ‘I’ll tell my mom or my dog or my stuffed animals’. No. You cannot. Tell. Anyone.” John stared at you in a way you had only seen a handful of times- a look that rarely crossed his light-hearted, goofy face. He was dead serious.

“I promise, John. 100%. On the lollipop guild.” You used the phrase coined from the same play your nickname originated- solidifying your promise.

“I’m not going to college with you. WAIT!” John intercepted you before you could respond. “Let me finish. It’s important. I’m not going to college with you. I’m not going to college at all. Remember those summers in Korea when I was ‘visiting my family’-“ John emphasized with air quotes, “well I wasn’t. I was training. Every summer I went to South Korea to train in singing and dancing so I could be a Korean pop star. And now I’m finished. I’m…I’m going to debut. I’m going to be in a group called NCT and I’m going to sing and dance in Korea and it’s my dream come to life and I’m so fucking excited.”

You wore frozen solid. Your brain could barely process what was happening. Goofy John. Johnny-wonny. Your best friend, your confidant, your right-hand man, being a famous star on the other side of the world. The air was heavy and you knew your next words would make or break the friendship.

“Johnny that’s…that’s…that’s fucking incredible!!!” You lurched at John, grabbing him into a hug and toppling him over with a muted thud onto the metal floor of the truck bed. You squealed into his torso as you wiggled back and forth in excitement.

“I can’t believe my best friend is gonna be fucking famous!!! You have to tell me everything!!!” your grin dropped as you noticed the look on John’s face.

“Johnny why aren’t you excited…what’s wrong…you just said this was your dream?” your hands went limp as they slid off John’s body. He sighed deeply, squeezing his eyes together like he was about to do something painful.

“I can’t talk to you anymore.” John’s eyes didn’t open.

“Did..did I do something wrong?” your heart fell and your mouth got hot.

“No, munchkin, no no. We aren’t allowed to have cellphones or social media or talk to anyone but our parents really. It’s…it’s just how it goes.” John explained.

“I can..I can write you a letter? Or visit? Or-“

“No. The contract is…it’s ironclad.” John laughed a defeatist laugh as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ve been dreading this day. Munchkin, I’m really gonna fucking miss you.”

The silence was deafening and the night air was suffocating.

“When do you leave?” your voice was meek.

“Tomorrow.” John sniffed. You couldn’t see the tears, but you knew they were there. You snuggled closer to John and held him. He held you back. The two of you sat in silence, savoring the moment, until you couldn’t any longer. John broke the silence.

“My flight is at 10.”

“I’ll be at your house at 7:55 sharp.” You responded, numbly, barely able to believe this was even happening.

“Munchkin?”

“Yeah Johnny?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I mean it. Even if you think I’m gonna forget about you when Beyoncé and I are on a yacht drinking champagne out of an elephant skull-“ John’s laughter bounced your head up and down, the low rumble vibrating through your body.

“Beyoncé wouldn’t hang out with a scrub like you, Johnny-wonny!” you slapped playfully at his arm that was wrapped around you, laughing as well.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself off of him.

“Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Go kick ass in Korea, John.” You mustered up a smile.

“I will munchkin. I promise you, I will.”

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It had been over ten years since you graduated from high school. You were no longer a dorky, brace-faced teen, unsure of yourself or your path in life. You had blossomed into a beautiful, strong woman, intimidating to all men who dared step in your line of sight. You gained promotion after promotion, working your way to senior level quickly. Your body was healthy, curves dangerously inviting. Your tongue was sharp and your attitude sharper. You were confident. You were bold. You were single.

“Girl we have got to get you out for just one night! Please!” your best friend, Ester, was sitting on your couch with a glass of red wine, pleading with you for the umpteenth time.

“No! You know clubs are not my vibe. I like a dimly lit restaurant or a quiet night in.” You responded, plopping down on the couch next to her with your own glass of red. You looked over at Ester and her big, brown eyes were pleading with you.

“Maybe…next…month?” you struggled to get the words out.

Ester squealed in excitement, grabbing the remote from your coffee table to flip on the TV. Your youtube was still up from the last time you watched, and Ester took it upon herself to start scrolling through your recommended videos.

“Girl what is this weird music you listen to? Where’s Beyoncé? Where’s Adele? Who is Ashnikko!?”

“Beyoncé and Adele are there and Ashnikko is amazing!” you rebutted, attempting to swipe the remote from her with no avail.

“These artists are soooo weird! Wait, these guys are cute.” Ester stopped on a random video. You looked up, squinted, and your jaw dropped.

“Ester click that video. Holy shit.”

“I know right? They’re all so fine. I should really stop avoiding kpop.” Ester clicked the video. As it loaded, you stood, slowly inching your way towards your wall-mounted big screen.

“Ester…” your heart was beating faster and faster.

“Move! I can’t see the cute boys!” Ester shooed you away with her hand, but you were in another world.

There he was. In the center of your screen. Your best friend from a lifetime ago.

You spun on your heel and ran to your room. Ester’s eyes were locked on the screen, barely noticing your absence.

You plonked down on your floor, knees barely able to withstand the assault, and reached under your bed for your shoebox of mementos. You flipped the lid and grabbed a stack of photos. Rushing back to your living room, you shoved the glossy picture in Ester’s face.

“Johnny!” you screamed, disbelief coating your exclamation. Ester’s eyes focused on the photo, then back to the screen, then the photo again. Snatching it out of your hands, Ester jumped to her feet.

“JOHNNY YOUR HIGHSCHOOL BEST FRIEND IS A KPOP STAR!?!?!?”

“I KNOW I CAN’T…I KNOW!”

“HOLY SHIT Y/N!”

“I KNOW!!!!”

The two of you went back and forth like this until you realized the song on the screen had ended, and another random kpop group had begun to sing. After the two of you had calmed down, Ester spoke.

“You gotta go see him.”

“Are you crazy?” you gave Ester an incredulous look. “How? There’s like 80 people I’d have to go through to get to him. And he probably doesn’t even remember me.”

Ester grabbed your hand and pointed to your wrist, reminding you of the friendship bracelet that used to adorn it. A hand-made, shaggy thing with two beads on it- J, and (the first letter of Y/N)- that had fallen off long ago. You and Johnny had made matching pairs in a required “mental health/art expression assembly” your freshman year.

“You don’t think he still has his? Because I know yours is in that shoebox under your bed. You probably slung it across your room trying to find this photo.” Ester’s words just caused your heart to beat faster.

“How would I even go about finding him?” you asked, more questioning yourself than actually asking. You started picking at your nails.

Ester slapped your hands lightly. “Stop picking your nails. Also, my cousin still lives in Korea and I’m pretty sure her boyfriend does sound work for one of the companies there. Lemme ask her how to get in contact.”

You took a deep breath in to settle yourself. There’s no way you’d be able to contact him after all this time. Don’t get excited.

“Ok. Sure. Ask her to ask him to ask whoever.” You waved your hand in the air, as if to dismiss the idea from existence. “What do you want to watch.”

“More NCT! I want to see your hot boyfriend.” Ester grinned, teasingly.

“Ok first off, he was NEVER my boyfriend. Gross.” You kicked at her.

“Yeah yeah. All of us had a boy best friend from fourteen to eighteen years old and never even tried anything with them.”

“Yes! We didn’t! We never did anything! He was like an older brother to me!” You yelled back.

But that was a lie, and you knew it.

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It was after the Kevin Nguyen fiasco. The seven days you and John didn’t speak. On the eighth day, he texted you a picture of a lollipop. You ignored him. He texted you another picture, of a munchkin from the Wizard of Oz. You ignored him. The next day, he sat beside you at lunch, which he hadn’t often done since you found your group of friends from band a year ago. He put all of his tater tots on your tray, and waited.

“Thanks.” You responded.

“You’re welcome.” He said.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“I know.”

“He sucks.”

“I know.”

That Friday, you’d gone over to John’s, as usual, to tell him what actually happened.

“From, like, a guy’s perspective. What did I do wrong? Why did he choose Amanda over me?” You were laying on your coveted spot on John’s bed. John was sitting in his computer chair, loading up a game.

“Well, munchkin, I’m gonna be brutally honest. Amanda puts out.” John responded matter-of-factly, without his eyes ever leaving his computer screen.

“Like…second base?” You pushed yourself up from laying on your stomach and sat on your knees instead, inching closer to John's desk.

“Like…all the way…” John’s eyes widened, expressing the magnitude of his statement.

“She’s not a virgin?” You whispered, eyes widening as well. “I’ve never even kissed a guy and Amanda’s…” you flopped down to end your sentence, punctuating it with a groan.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” at this John spun to face you.

You buried your head in your hands. “No. I’m a loser, Johnny.”

“So, am I a loser too?”

You looked up, expecting that famous John grin. Instead, you got a serious face. His question hanging in the air, its meaning heavy.

You didn’t answer, your cheeks getting hot. You buried your head in your hands again.

“I guess I am.” John kissed his teeth and turned back around to his game. You heard the music of his fighting game start up.

“What do I do?” You asked, question muffled by your face digging into the navy-blue sheets on his bed.

“What do you want to do?” John asked back, keyboard clicking as he started up his first level.

“I want Kevin to choose me. But I don’t want to…put out.” You sat up again, huffing and pouting. “No. I don’t want Kevin to choose me. I don’t want to put out. But I want to be kissed so I can say that I kissed someone and it wasn’t that loser weirdo Kevin Nguyen.” You were adamant in your arrival.

“Then kiss someone.” It always seemed like John was barely listening, but he always responded to you.

“Who? No boys know I exist.”

“I know you exist.”

“You’re not a boy.”

John raised an eyebrow. “This dick between my legs begs to differ.”

“Nooo you’re like…an older brother.”

“Ouch. Not even a best friend.” John’s character died and the music played a descending chord. He didn’t restart the game.

Silence wafted between the two of you. You shifted to sitting cross-legged on his bed, and started picking at your fingernails.

John spun to face you. “What if- stop picking your nails-“ he swatted at your hands, “what if…I helped you. From, like, a guy’s point of view or whatever you said.”

“How?” you asked, even though, by the rapid increase in your heart rate, you already knew how.

“What if,” John chewed on his bottom lip, “what if I-“

You interrupted him. “If I can’t pick my nails, you can’t chew your lip!” you pointed, accusatorially at his face.

John rolled his eyes, and continued his proposition even louder, “What if! I kissed you.” He couldn’t make eye contact with you.

“Like… a real kiss?”

“Yeah. We just…we can get it over with. We can practice within the safety of our friendship or whatever.” John was still looking at the floor.

“Ok. Do you know what to do?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“I watch porn. That’s close enough, right?” John grinned, knowing exactly how to relieve the tension.

“Ew!!!!! Weirdo!!!!” you began lightly slapping John with your hoodie sleeves. John grabbed both of them, and pulled you close. At this, your breathing hitched. He stood up, and you got on your knees at the edge of the bed. It was quiet, and you could hear your heart beating in your ears. John let go of your sleeves and put one hand on your waist, the other on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing got faster. As his lips met yours, you relaxed. It felt weirdly right. You parted your lips slightly, sucking lightly on Johnny’s bottom lip. The kiss was short, but when you pulled back, your heart was practically leaping out of your chest.

“Was that ok?” John whispered, still holding you.

You leaned in again, reaching to put your arms around John’s neck. It wasn’t perfect, your teenage spit-swapping, but, man, did it feel good. John pulled you in closer, testing the waters with his tongue. You let him in, not sure what to do, but wanting to do whatever it was John wanted. After a few minutes of awkward, unsure making out, John pulled back.

“Hey, uh, my parents will be home soon so you should, uh, probably go.” His cheeks were flushed, lips plump, and he sat back down in his computer chair and crossed his legs.

You were young, but you weren’t stupid. You’d been feeling him slowly hardening the entire time, but you said nothing.

“Yeah. You’re right. I’ll see you, Johnny.” You quickly hopped off his bed and left.

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Johnny was your first kiss. And you knew no kiss had ever compared to it. Your friendship was still completely normal afterwards- you never spoke of the kiss again. You did sometimes get a little tingle if you looked at Johnny too long, but he was your friend, and that’s it. Right?

You came back from reminiscing and Ester had chosen some random reality show to watch. She was speaking to you.

“What?” you shook your head, as if to throw the memory out and clear your head.

“My cousin responded. She said her boyfriend has a contact at SM that may be able to work your request up the ladder. Especially if you have proof you knew Johnny.”

Your damn heart, for the millionth time tonight, panged against your ribcage.

It’s really happening.

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Two weeks later, on a Tuesday afternoon, your phone rang. You had just shut your office door behind you with your foot, hands full of stacks of papers. Plopping the papers down on your desk, you answered your phone.

“How many days in advance do you have to give vacation notice? And how many days vacation do you have?” Ester’s voice radiated through your office.

“Hello to you too, Ester.”

“Answer the question, bitch, don’t play with me! Vacation!” Ester joked. You could hear the smile on her face.

You kicked off your heels and massaged your aching feet as you answered. “I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, honestly. But for professionalisms sake, two to four weeks’ notice, and I can’t be gone more than a month. Why do you ask?”

“My cousin did it.” Ester’s grin was even more audible.

“Did what?” you were barely listening as you started shuffling the papers on your desk into their proper piles. You didn’t really want to go with Ester to some remote hiking location again, and you knew that’s where this was headed.

“Girl. Focus. My cousin? Dating the kpop dude? You’re gonna see your highschool boo-thang.”

You gasped. You didn’t mean to, but you’d honestly forgotten about the whole debacle.

“What? How? What? When? What?” You were stumbling and stuttering in disbelief.

“Come to mine after work. I’ll give you allll the dirty deets. Obviously I’m coming too, but just as an excuse to see my halmoni (an: grandmother) and halaboji (an: grandfather) and get cheap skin care. Skin care is so expensive in the states. Did you ever try that new elderberry toner I told you to get?” Ester had moved on from what could possibly be the most exciting moment of your life.

“Ester…I gotta get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight. I love you.” You were somehow able to respond coherently despite feeling like you were in a daze. You were going to see your best friend again.

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Exactly one month from your phone conversation with Ester, you landed in South Korea. The plan was to surprise Johnny at a restaurant after a promotional event. He would be with only a few of his teammates, so any photos taken wouldn’t seem suspicious. You were about to jump out of your skin from excitement, but also fear. What if he didn’t recognize you? What if he didn’t remember you? Or even worse, what if he didn’t care? Every time you started picking your nails, Ester would slap your hands and remind you that you and Johnny were as thick as thieves for a major portion of your lives.

“And wait until he sees this BODY-ODY-ODY!” Ester slapped your ass playfully. “He’ll remember you for SURE!”

“Ugh isn’t it time for you to go see your grandparents!?” you teased back. Tonight was the night. Ester had stopped by your hotel to help you get ready. You wore a sexy black dress, heels, and your hair in a bun. Your makeup and jewelry were elegant, and you smelled heavenly. You were a showstopper and a jaw dropper, you just hoped Johnny would want to talk to you.

“Yes, yes, I’m leaving. Your car is here too so get moving. Tell me EVERYTHING.” Ester hooked her arm in yours as you both left your hotel suite.

Arriving at the restaurant, a man in a black suit greeted you, and walked you to the back- the discrete entrance. You felt out of place, and incredibly nervous. He introduced himself as an SM liaison, and led you to the private room you, Johnny, and three other NCT members would be dining in.

“Johnny will be here in about five minutes. Haechan, Mark, and Jaehyun are with him. They know you’ll be here, but Johnny doesn’t. He only knows there’s a surprise visitor.” The man spoke kindly to you, relaying the plan.

“He…you didn’t tell him it was me? What if he doesn’t remember?” your eyes widened in fear.

“The team has it handled. Don’t worry, miss.” The man bowed, and then left the room. You didn’t even have time to pull out your handheld mirror to check your makeup before you heard footsteps and commotion down the hall. You stood up and you were so, so sure your heart was physically freeing itself from the confines of your ribcage. Mark entered first, then Haechan, Jaehyun followed, then finally, Johnny.

He looked unreal. Paler, taller, more refined. Jawline sharper, lips poutier, even more beautiful than you remembered. He smiled politely at you, about to bow to you as if you were a stranger, when his eyes got wide and his mouth hung open.

“Are you serious!? Munchkin!?” Johnny grinned widely, eyes sparkling in surprise.

“Hi Johnny-wonny.” You smiled just as hard.

“Holy shit!” Johnny strode towards you and lifted you up in a massive hug, spinning you around for good measure. He put you down and leaned back to get a good look.

“Holy shit!” He said again. “You guys! This is her! This is my best friend from high school!” Johnny didn’t let go of your waist as he pointed you out to his members in the room.

“We know!” Mark nodded, smiling as if he was experiencing the surprise as well.

“I can’t believe this! Sit! Sit! I have so much to tell you! You have so much to tell me! We have so much to tell each other!” Johnny couldn’t stop smiling, and neither could you.

The conversation flowed naturally. It was like you had just seen Johnny yesterday. You told embarrassing stories of high school Johnny, like when his voice cracked as he sang in front of the entire school, and his bandmates did the same, like when his voice cracked as he sang in front of all of his fans.

“I’m serious! He tried to jump the fence and it ripped his pants! He had to wear shorts from the lost-and-found the entire rest of the day!” you regaled, causing tears to stream down the faces of Johnny’s friends.

“Bro, I can totally see that happening to you!” Mark fell over onto Johnny, laughing so hard he could barely contain himself. Johnny took it all in stride, enjoying just hearing your laugh again.

“You know it totally makes sense why you guys were suddenly asking me about my past these last few weeks. They asked me to talk about my time in Chicago and my friends there. I even got out some of my old photos and stuff.” Johnny explained happily.

“I did too. When Ester and I found out you were famous.” You responded. You couldn’t take your eyes off Johnny.

“Is your friendship bracelet as raggedy as his?” Haechan hiked an accusatory thumb at Johnny, raising his eyebrows.

Your heart skipped a beat. He kept it. “You kept wearing it?” your voice was light and airy in disbelief.

“Well, no. I had to take it off, but I kept it on as long as I could. When I had to take it off, I kept it with my watches.” Johnny admitted.

“Mine fell off junior year of college. In the shower, funnily enough. Almost slid down the drain. I would have cried.” You told the men.

Johnny put his arm around you. “You really thought about me huh, Munchkin.” Johnny grinned.

“Yeah. I looked for you too. But for the life of me I couldn’t remember the group you said you’d be in. I tried CTT, PCT, NPC…and after a while I gave up looking. I knew you’d show up. I knew you’d kick ass and be famous.” You rubbed Johnny’s hand on your shoulder and gazed into his eyes. You’d come to recognize the love with which he looked at you. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the soju, but Johnny looked so good, and the way he looked at you made you nervous. Why does Johnny make you nervous? He’s the same Johnny from high school that used to shove your face in his armpits after he worked out.

“And I never forgot that I promised to keep talking to you even when…what was it I said? I was drinking out of Beyoncé’s skull?” Johnny’s face scrunched up in thought.

“Yo, what the fuck?” Mark’s loud voice reverberated throughout the private room.

“No! It was drinking with Beyoncé out of a skull.” You corrected him. “Out of an elephant skull! Drinking champagne with Beyoncé out of an elephant skull! On a yacht!” Johnny snapped his fingers with each ridiculous fact he remembered. The group doubled over in laughter.

The late afternoon turned early evening, the plates were finished, and bellies full.

“Munchkin, come back to the apartment. I don’t want you to leave yet. We don’t have schedule the upcoming week so Mark, Jaehyun, Yuta and I were gonna get real drunk. Whaddya say?” Johnny hadn’t unwrapped his arm from your shoulder. He looked at you with lids low, pleading, smirking. You couldn’t say no.

The early evening quickly turned to late evening at Johnny’s apartment. Johnny sipped on some wine, as did you, while the other men took turns taking shots, screaming in Korean, and having a good time. Johnny hadn’t let go of you, still. Around 11pm, he whispered in your ear.

“You look like you’re winding down. You never could handle too much excitement before your social battery ran out. Let me take you home.”

You were sitting on his lap, his large hands cupping one of your thighs.

“Oh, it’s ok Johnny. I can make it just fine on my own.”

“Nonsense. I’m a gentleman.”

The two of you got up to leave. Immediately the drunken men began to oooh and whoop.

“We’re just friends! It’s not like that!” the response came out of your mouth like a habit after years of explaining the friendship you and Johnny had. This time, though, it hurt to say. Why did it hurt? Johnny was- is…your friend.

“Johnny, seriously. You don’t have to go with me. I understand being seen with some random girl would be terrible for your reputation and could get you in huge trouble.” “It’s no big deal. I’m going.” Johnny slipped on his shoes.

“It’s not a good idea. It could really be terrible for your job. You worked so hard for this and I don’t want you to-“

Johnny grabbed your wrist and you gasped. He slowly slid his hand down to intertwine with yours. He flipped it, put it up to his lips, and kissed the back of your hand. Towering over you he spoke, voice deep and slow. “Don’t fight me, Munchkin.” He kept his hand in yours as he walked you towards the garage. He called someone and spoke to them in Korean. When you arrived at the car, a driver opened the door for the two of you, and you slid into the back of a very spacious van.

The driver took off towards your hotel, and you suddenly became very hot. You were hot and nervous. You were alone with Johnny, hot, and nervous. Holy shit. Why were you so nervous around your friend? Talking to him was so easy. It was like you picked up right where the two of you had left off in Chicago. You turned to look at him, and he was already looking at you. He placed his hand on your thigh again and squeezed.

Oh. That squeeze travelled directly up and between your legs. Oh…no. I’m…I’m turned on by Johnny Suh. My friend. My friend and international pop star who's really fucking hot.

Johnny was lightly rubbing your thigh at this point and the tension in the air became unbearable. You wondered if Johnny felt it too. Looking over at him, you knew for sure he did. When the street lights zipping by occasionally illuminated his face, you could see he was biting his lip- breathing heavily trying his best to contain himself. You put your hand over his, and he stopped rubbing your thigh abruptly, afraid he’d gone too far. You lightly stroked his hand, a sign that he could keep going. You couldn’t look at him. You looked out the window, with Johnny to your right, just like the first day you met him. As the driver pulled up to your hotel, you spoke.

“Thanks for coming with me. You didn’t have to.”

“A true gentleman should walk a lady to her door, no?” Johnny’s smile was genuine.

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head.

Johnny’s face dropped. “You don’t want me to come up?”

“I don’t want you to be seen coming up with me.” You emphasized as you prepared to step out of the car. Johnny grabbed your wrist again. You couldn’t turn to face him. You couldn’t bring yourself to step out of the car and leave, but you also couldn’t bear somehow, possibly, being the end of his career. You took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly. Reaching into your bag, you pulled out a hotel key. Still facing away from Johnny, you spoke softly,

“Executive suite on the 11th floor. The one on thze right when you leave the elevator. Scan to get up to the floor. Please. Don’t let anyone see you. Wait ten minutes before you come up. I’ll be counting so don’t try and come earlier.” You hopped out of the car, leaving the hotel key in the seat.

On the way up to your hotel room, you had time to think clearly. How did you want to play this? Johnny was still your oldest, closest friend. You decided to let things roll naturally. You’d prepared for the eventuality of having a fling in Korea, you just didn’t think it’d be with your best friend, the international pop star. Reaching your hotel room, you quickly cleaned up your clothes (thrown haphazardly around the room by Ester) freshened up, and got out a surprise to put in your bathroom- just in case things went right. You slipped into comfy sweats and a tank, with no bra. Right as you sat down on the edge of your giant king bed, you heard the lock disengage on your door.

“Munchkin, are you decent?” Johnny asked, thinking God I hope she’s not.

“Yeah. I’m in the bedroom. Come on back.”

Johnny walked into the bedroom and sucked in a breath. Your nipples were incredibly visible through your tank. You knew this, of course.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Let me cover myself.” You feigned innocence, reaching for your sweatshirt.

“No! It’s ok, Munchkin. I’ve seen tits before.” Johnny responded. He sat next to you on the bed. “You looked incredible tonight.” He expressed, placing a tentative hand on your thigh.

“Thanks, Johnny. You look so different.” “How so?” “You’re taller, somehow. And you’re almost white as a ghost!” you poked at Johnny’s face. He laughed a hearty laugh. You let your hand slide against his jawline. “Your jawline is sharper…” you kept sliding down his neck and shoulders. “Your muscles are…well you have some, now.”

Johnny placed the hand that was on your thigh on your waist. He looked deep in your eyes.

“Munchkin I gotta say. I didn’t think you could get any hotter but goddamn. I mean, your body was crazy when we were friends but fuck.” He raked his eyes over your figure.

You pulled back.

“You looked at me like that when we were teens!?” you had a quizzical look on your face.

“Yeah I…I had a little crush on you. It ebbed and flowed. But our friendship was what was most important.” Johnny leaned in even closer to you.

“But now…our friendship means nothing. Cool. I see.” You pulled away from Johnny completely.

“No! Of course, it means more!” Johnny leaned back, reaching for you.

You stood.

“I think it’s time for bed. I’m gonna get ready.” You headed off to the bathroom.

Johnny’s heart dropped, his mouth agape at the complete 180 you’d made. How could he have fucked that up so badly? What he didn’t know was this was all part of your plan. In the bathroom, you grabbed your surprise. A sheer, red teddy, with feathers around the cuffs. Matching red bra and panty set underneath, with a black bow in the middle, and thigh high red socks. You’d remembered Johnny saying once how he thought a movie character was so sexy in thigh high socks. You’d hit him playfully for objectifying women.

“Hey, munchkin.” You heard Johnny’s dejected voice from the bedroom as you opened the bathroom door.

“Yeah Johnny-wonny?”

“I’m so sorry. I’m gonna go ahead and leave.”

You stepped out, walking slowly towards Johnny, who had his head in his hands.

“Huh? I said it was time for bed. You didn’t want to go to bed with me?” You used your most seductive voice.

Johnny looked up and his eyes widened. He stood quickly, mouth hanging open slightly.

“You tricked me, oh fuck you! You had me thinking I fucked up!” Johnny grabbed your waist again, grinning.

“Do you remember when we had our first kiss? After Kevin Nguyen dumped me?” you asked.

“Mmmhmmm.” Johnny responded, biting his lip and rubbing his thumbs up and down your waist.

“That was the best kiss I ever had.”

“Can we please stop talking?" Johnny leaned down and began placing kisses on your neck, heading up your jaw.

You giggled and began pulling Johnny to the bed. He couldn’t hold it in any longer and kissed you hungrily as he walked the rest of the way to the bed. He moaned immediately, pressing his tongue against yours. As the back of your knees hit the mattress, you and Johnny fell. The two of you moved to the middle of the bed without ever disconnecting. The kiss was intoxicating, sloppy, yet passionate. Johnny pulled away to take off his shirt, and you used the time to remove your bra.

“Fuck I can’t even choose what to do first.” Johnny pinched at your nipples, causing you to buck your hips. He then began lightly sucking on one, while rolling the other. You used the time to run your fingers through his hair. You were in desperate need of attention to your clit, but Johnny was skilled in teasing. He’d already used his body to spread your legs apart, hovering over you to deny you the ability to buck into his jeans for friction. Johnny kissed down your body, running his hands along your sides as he did so.

“Look at this bow. Lemme unwrap my gift.” He chuckled to himself at his lame joke. You would have slapped him lightly, but he was taking his time pulling your panties down. He hooked his index fingers into your panties, but kept kissing down until he was face to face with your sticky, soaking, core. Johnny began sucking on your wet panties, licking at the darkened spot that had formed rather quickly.

“Johnny, please.” You whispered; hands still tangled in his dark brown roots.

“Hmm? What was that?” Johnny kissed lightly up to your pelvis again.

“Please. Please touch me.” You asked a little louder.

“Anything for you, Munchkin.” Johnny pulled your panties down in one swift motion. He pushed your knees back, baring your dripping core to him.

“How do you want this, baby? Slow and passionate, or fast and dirty? I can do anything you want.” Johnny looked down at you, sitting back on his heels, chest heaving from heavy breaths. His thumb ghosted over your clit.

“I- I-…” you stuttered, unsure of what you wanted. “I want you to fuck me so dumb the only word I know is your name.”

“Ooh the secret third option. I read you loud and clear, munchkin.” Johnny dove into your pussy and began eating like a man starved. He kept a continuous suction around your clit as he used the flat of his tongue to press hard and make circles onto the sensitive bud. You immediately threw your head back into your pillow and moaned deeply. Johnny gave you no time to enjoy the sensation, though, as he added two fingers deep inside you.

“Fuck!” you grabbed his hair with both hands, making Johnny moan. He curved his fingers into you and immediately hit your g-spot.

“How are you so goo- oh- so good at this!” you breathed out as best you could. You could feel Johnny laugh into your pussy, but he didn’t pause for a moment. He sucked and rubbed your clit with his tongue so well you saw stars. It wasn’t slow or fast. It wasn’t passionate or dirty. It was raw and needy. It was like the two of you were finally getting to do what you should have done from the beginning. Johnny couldn’t stop moaning, focusing on your pleasure in order to stop himself from searching for his own by rutting against the mattress.

“Baby I’m gonna cum in my pants if I keep this up. May I please fuck you?” Johnny looked up at you from between your legs, a string of your pleasure connecting to his chin.

You giggled and shook your head no. Johnny tilted his head as if to ask ‘seriously?’ as he sat up on his heels again.

“A gentlelady always returns the favor, no?” you bit your lip as you reached towards the button on his jeans. Johnny said nothing, but scooted closer to you to make your actions easier. You pulled his jeans down, and his boxer briefs, and finally, his cock sprung free.

You didn’t even stop to admire it as you should have, you just took it into your mouth, as deep as possible.

“Goddamn, Y/N.” Johnny’s eyes fluttered as he lightly cupped your cheeks. You hollowed out your cheeks and ran your tongue back and forth as you bobbed back and forth on his length. He was long, and a perfect thickness. You moaned as you took him deep into your throat. You looked up at him as your nose hit his pelvis.

“Ahhh, fuck, nope.” Johnny sucked in air through his gritted teeth as he pulled out of you quickly. “I’m seriously so close, Munchkin, I’m seriously about to bust.” Johnny laughed lightly.

You leaned back and spread your legs, inviting Johnny to do what he really wanted. Johnny leaned down and kissed you, and then positioned himself at your entrance. His head was red and swollen, leaking precum already. At that moment, you locked eyes. An unasked question flashed across Johnny’s face. Unasked because you already knew before he even opened his mouth.

“Clean and on the pill.”

“Lollipop guild?” Johnny used the old phrase to ensure you were serious.

“I can’t believe you remember that!” you laughed, grinning widely. “Lollipop guild.”

That was enough for Johnny to trust you, he slowly pushed into you and the two of you moaned in unison.

“Munchkin I’m gonna do everything I can to fuck you dumb but this is the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in. Fuck.” Johnny’s eyes were squeezed shut as he bottomed out inside of you.

He began to lean down but you stopped him. You lifted both legs and put your ankles on his shoulders, opening yourself up to him at an aggressive angle. As Johnny leaned down, you wrapped your arms around him and his lips found yours. This kiss was less coordinated as Johnny moved slowly in and out of you. He found a rhythm that pleased you while still keeping him in control, and began to shift until he found the spot that made you weak. He knew he’d found it when your mouth hung open instead of responding to his kisses. Satisfied with his discovery, he began for real. He pounded into you, opting to suck and bite the crook of your neck since your mouth was out of commission. All you could do was hold on for the ride as he hit your g-spot over and over.

“That good baby?” Johnny whispered in your ear.

“Johnny…” you moaned.

“What’s my name, baby?”

“Johnny…” you moaned again.

“That’s it, good girl, take all my cock. Pussy feels like heaven.” Johnny sat up so he could watch himself slide in and out of you. He took this time to press his thumb onto your clit and rub slow, tantalizing circles onto your sensitive bud, without changing the speed he pounded into you. He used his free hand to hold one of your legs back, since your other had long flopped back down onto the bed. You were deep into your pleasure- eyes rolled back, one hand tangled in your own hair, the other desperately squeezing at your own nipple.

As your orgasm built up, your pussy began squeezing Johnny, much to his dismay.

“Fuck, don’t do that, munchkin. I’m not gonna last.” Johnny tried to slow down, but you managed to mumble out a pleading “nodon’tstop”.

“Oh you’re gonna cum all over my cock, huh?” hearing you beg gave Johnny a second wind.

“Lemme hear you, baby. Lemme hear who’s making you feel this good.” Johnny leaned back down, grabbing both your hands in both of his and interlocking your fingers. The intimacy of holding Johnny’s hands while he was drilling into you, combined with the filth of him whispering nasty things in your ears, took you to a new level of pleasure. You couldn’t do anything but moan his name, pleading with him to take you over the edge.

“I’m close, Munchkin, I’m so close.” Johnny warned, but you were too far gone to care. You wrapped your legs around him and used the final little bit of energy you had to beg.

“Inside me please. I wanna feel you. Oh you’re gonna make me cum Johnny please.”

“Huh? You sure, Munchkin?” you could feel Johnny throbbing at the thought of filling you up, his strokes getting sloppy.

“Please Johnny I’m…inside..I’m-oh Johnny!” You babbled nonsensically.

With a few more strokes, you were gushing, pussy fluttering as you came. Johnny was barely holding on as he fucked you through your orgasm, coaxing you with sweet nothings and kissing your face all over.

“Baby, I can’t hold it anymore.” Johnny’s breathing was heavy, and he was squeezing your hands tight. His strokes were sloppy as he moaned louder and louder. With one final moan and a deep, punctuated thrust, he spilled. Throbbing inside you, he coated your walls with his cum. After a few moments of coming down, Johnny pulled out of you, stood, and stretched.

He started gathering his clothes from the floor, stepping back into his underwear and spoke, “Thanks for the fun. Let me know if you ever come back to Korea, ok?”

You sat up abruptly, face displaying the betrayal you were experiencing. Johnny put on his shirt, barely hearing you say his name.

“Johnny…”

“Kidding, Munchkin.” Johnny grinned, flopping back onto the bed to give you a hug. “That’s what you get for tricking me earlier!” You exhaled and rolled your eyes as Johnny gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Let me get you cleaned up, love.”

“I’m all sweaty. Honestly, I need a shower.” You attempted standing, but your legs denied you. Johnny quickly swept you up and headed towards the bathroom. He turned on the shower after placing you onto the toilet.

“Pee after sex. It’s good for you.” Johnny stated.

“No evidence that helps, actually. But I am gonna try and remove as many of your babies from me as possible.”

Johnny began undressing again and hopped into the shower. You did the same.

“You promise you’re not gonna try to fuck me in here?” Johnny asked, grabbing your bar of soap and lathering a washcloth with it.

“This was my shower to begin with, Mr. Suh!” you chastised as you cranked up the heat of the water.

Johnny began rubbing the soapy washcloth on your back and arms, scrubbing as if you were a porcelain doll destined to shatter if he moved too harshly.

“Wash like you mean it, please.” You said, snatching the washcloth out of his hands and starting to wash your stomach and breasts.

Despite having just orgasmed minutes before, you could see Johnny hardening in your peripheral vision.

“You promise you’re not gonna try to fuck me in here?” you mocked Johnny, looking down at his growing cock, then back at him.

“I made no such promise.” Johnny turned you slowly and pressed himself against you. You aren’t sure why you even pretended to not want it. Immediately, you found the wall of the shower to brace yourself on and arched your back. Johnny used one hand to guide his cock back and forth on your ass, the other to reach around and squeeze one of your nipples. You reached back in an attempt to grab Johnny’s dick and guide it inside you, but Johnny denied you the pleasure.

“No, ma’am, Munchkin. I’m taking my time now. This ass is perfect.” Johnny gave you a light slap, but the pain magnified with the water raining down on you. You gave a light grunt, just enough to let Johnny know the hurt was good. He, of course, rubbed the spot he’d smacked to ease the pain, before giving you one on the other cheek for good measure. Johnny kneaded your ass cheeks in awe before lining up and sliding inside you again. The two of you moaned in unison as Johnny gripped your hips.

“Fast and dirty this time, baby.” Johnny warned as he began a brutal pace, gripping your hips so tightly the tips of his fingers turned white. In and out, he pounded you. You turned your head and squished your cheek onto the wall of the shower just to ground yourself, eyes already threatening to roll back in pleasure.

“You know I like to hear you, baby. Lemme hear you. Say my name.” Johnny ran a hand up your back, pressing hard to deepen your arch. Unfortunately, your voice was caught in your throat. At your lack of response, Johnny reached around a slid a hand up your throat and squeezed lightly.

“What did I just say baby? Answer me when I talk to you.” Johnny leaned in close to whisper in your ear, your body caged by his large frame, cock kissing your cervix. It was too much, and you melted beneath him, moaning a guttural sound like an animal.

“That’s what I’m talking about baby girl. What’s my name? Who’s fucking you like this? Making you feel this good?” Johnny’s filthy words were accentuated with light squeezing of your throat.

“Johnny fucking Suh!” you pushed out through gritted teeth, pussy squeezing tight as a warning of a fast-approaching orgasm.

“My dirty girl. Likes when I talk filthy to her. Gonna cum all over my cock again like a good girl, huh?” Johnny fucked you deeper and deeper, hooking a hand around your hips as your legs threatened to turn to jelly with each stroke.

You moaned Johnny’s name as you came again, using the little strength you had left to keep yourself upright.

“That’s my good girl, that’s right.” Johnny fucked you through your orgasm, slowing to a smooth pace before exiting you fully. You were in a post-orgasm daze, lids low, half-smiling, and you had fallen back into Johnny’s bare, muscular chest. You were only partially conscious to Johnny’s instructions for you to lift your legs so he could wash between them before turning off the shower and drying you off. Johnny lifted you again, carrying you to the bed and placing you in it, like a prince serving his princess. He slid in beside you, cradling you, and kissing the top of your head. The last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep was hearing Johnny’s voice.

“Sleep tight, Munchkin.”

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The sun was half way through her workday, high in the sky, when you finally woke. You were naked, sweaty, and trapped. Why were you sweaty and trapped? Why were you naked? As your mind cleared, you heard a light snore behind you, and felt a heavy arm across your body.

Johnny. He’d stayed. You tried to turn slowly and look at him, but you woke him (always a light sleeper, that one). His eyes fluttered open, and upon focusing on you, he smiled.

“Good morning, y/n.”

“Good morning, John. Since we’re using government names this early in the day.”

Johnny squinted and lifted his head slightly to look out the window. “I’m pretty sure it’s very, very late in the afternoon.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes.

The two of you sat, looking in each other’s eyes in silence for a beat.

“Would you be mad if I said looking at you has got me semi-hard?” Johnny asked, lightly running his index finger up and down your thigh.

You scooted closer to him, hooking your thigh over his hip. He took this opportunity to rub circles on your ass.

“I’d be mad if you didn’t get fully hard.” You reached down to run a finger up his slowly hardening cock.

“Are we really gonna do this again so soon?” Johnny already began leaning in to kiss you.

“I’d be mad if we didn’t.” You connected the kiss and began to roll on top to straddle Johnny. There was no need to be shy anymore. You were getting wetter by the second, and began to move your hips back and forth, sliding Johnny’s cock between your slick lips. Johnny gripped your ass and assisted your movements, moaning into the kiss. His hips bucked and his breathing was heavy, but he was still slow.

“All we have left is slow and passionate.” You spoke, barely breaking the kiss. You felt Johnny laugh- he always laughed with his full body. You used this break in the kiss to sit up, reach down, and slide onto Johnny’s fully hard cock. Johnny’s eyelids fluttered and he bit his lip as you sunk down onto him. You leaned back down to kiss him again, intoxicated by the taste of him. You began lifting your hips to bounce on him, and he assisted by grabbing your ass again. Up and down, slowly, the two of you moved, not chasing a high, but enjoying the pleasure of the journey. You pulled away from the kiss to look at Johnny. His face one of pure bliss, lips parted, eyes lightly shut.

“Johnny.” You got his attention so he would open his eyes.

“Y/N.” He opened his eyes to watch you. The two of you moved together, staring deep in each other’s eyes.

“Y/N.”

“Johnny.”

“I love you. I always have. I always will.”

You moved into the crook of Johnny’s neck. Kissing him over and over again. His moans rattled in his chest and vibrated through to your own.

“I love you too, Johnny. I always have. I always will.” You kissed him with each declaration. The eye contact was too much; you could feel Johnny getting restless beneath you.

“I’m close too.” You whispered, leaning down to place your forehead on Johnny’s.

This orgasm crept up slowly, a burning ember in the pit of your stomach, growing to warm up the rest of your body gradually, until you finally reached your peak. It wasn’t a screaming orgasm, no, it was a sigh and a shudder that rippled from your head, down your spine, and through your toes. Johnny’s orgasm came simultaneously, pulsing through him as he gripped you tightly, afraid that you may float away from him if he let go- afraid it may all be a dream. He spilled inside of you for a second time, pressing impossibly deep, attempting to get even closer than he already was. After a moment, Johnny slid out of you, but didn’t let you go. You laid on his chest, the two of you breathing in synchrony. Finally, Johnny rolled you off of him, turning to his side to look at you again. The silence was comforting. The two of you knew you’d have to return to reality eventually, but for now, you enjoyed the present, together.

“Munchkin?”

“Yeah Johnny?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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