Broooo Johan looks so good like actually I love him so much!! i love the little waist belt he has for his dog hwhehehe i might get one for myself lowkey. Black and red suits him so well!! my two favorite colors he's so fine shyt RAHHH
Hai again tanisha 🙋🏻♂️, i have been thinking cute fics to request and here iam. Of course it would be male reader and My beloved johan seong hehehe, The glasses-wearing reader goes on a date with Johan without his glasses on for the first time, and Johan is shocked when he looks closely at the reader eyes he can see his iris is a heart shape (contact lenses) and reader was like " my eyes would be like this when i look at you" and johan get more shock and blushing 😍 thats it thank youu i hope its not too much 👉👈
Johan x Male! reader
Johan is naive. He doesn’t trust people. He always assumes the worst and refuses help. Because he thinks he can solve his own problems. A lonely boy, but it’s not for anyone to pity him. He prefers to do things like that. It’s how he thinks it should be. He handles his problems on his own. He always refused help, even from Zack who always tried to help johan no matter what. So when people found out you were in a relationship with Johan, they were FLOORED. How did it happen? Hell, how did Johan even bag you?
You’re not really sure what kind of work johan does, you know he has a job yes. But you don’t know what he exactly does on the job. He’s usually not fond of speaking about it either, only saying that it was an offer he couldn’t decline. As long as he’s not hurt or not in any danger, you don’t really mind what he does. Though, this job often makes him busy. Which is why you had asked him out on a date. Johan at first seemed confused. Why would you need to go on a date when the two of you are already boyfriends? But…he couldn’t say he wasn’t happy. Johan may be a tough cookie, but even cookies are soft on the inside. Johan is no exception.
Currently, Johan was sitting in a booth. He felt…nervous? He doesn’t really know why. He knows you. He feels comfortable with you. But he’s still sort of…scared? He doesn’t want to scare you away. He loves you. That’s for sure. He just hopes you won’t abandon him like the rest.
‘Johannn’ at the sound of your familiar voice, johan immediately straightened his back. His eyes snapping back to your familiar face. You’re not wearing your glasses? A hint of curiosity as well as concern etched on Johan’s face. ‘Can you see properly?’ You chuckled at johan’s question. The fact he even asked, and to add on his worries made you eventually laugh. Johan seemed taken aback by your reaction and shrunk into his seat. ‘Ofcourse i can. Why don’t you take a closer look?’ You asked him, shifting closer to johan. Letting your chin rest on your hand and leaning into his face. Your lips almost touching his. Johan could feel your breath. He couldn’t do it. His eyes glued to your lips, the ones twisted in a gentle yet smug smirk. ‘My eyes are up here.’ Johan’s breath hitched, his eyes darting back to yours. Hearts?….your eyes…are like hearts? Johan could feel his stomach become a little tight, it got hard to breath. And your behavior was not helping him at all. ‘Cute, aren’t they?’ Your question made johan stutter. What does he even say to this?! You’re not even letting him regain his composure. ‘Uh- i guess yes?’ You chuckled, leaning back into your seat. Your carefree attitude seemed to make johan fidget a bit. Not that you minded. ‘If i could defy biology, they’d look like that every time I’d see you.’ You didn’t look up at johan anymore, instead you were focused on your drink, stirring around the straw. Your eyes cadted down onto the color of the soda, but your rather smug smirk was still present. Your lack of reaction seemed to set johan off. Making him shift flustered, yet also flushed, in his seat. He’s not used to treatment like this. Ever. Yet here you are, as his boyfriend no less.
‘…thank you..’ Johan said. His voice laced with gratitude. But you knew better. Johan thinks he doesn’t deserve it. Something he would never admit or say to you. But that’s okay. He doesn’t need to. You know it. You notice it. You can feel it. It’s just the connection you have with him. ‘No problem sweetheart.’ You told him with a smile. Leaning back in the booth. You’re charming personality always seemed to have clashed with his at first. Even when you fought him, you never laid a hand on him. You were always too flirty. It makes him wonder actually how he ended up like this. Johan gave you a curious look, watching you looking at the menu. You were always so…ethereal. Ever since he met you. It feels like he’s in a different world. You’re charming. Neat. Flashy. But most of all. Popular. You’re so different from him. And honestly, he used to envy you. You had friends. You had family. You have everything he wanted. His hands grabbed the menu a little tighter. He used to reject any form of contact with you a lot. He used to immature about it too. But you never seemed to mind. You always offered to go somewhere. And when he joked about you paying for him, you actually did. You were so…reliable. Sometimes he wonders. Is you who’s smitten by him? Or is it him that’s smitten by you?
‘Do you already know what you want to order?’ Your voice makes him break out of his thoughts. His eyes glancing over the menu up to yours. Your eyes always held something in them. He’s sure of you loving him. Yeah. He knows. But there’s always that twinge if playfulness he never really got to understand. ‘Not yet.’ That response earned an amused hum from you which made Johan shrink a bit behind the menu. ‘Relax. Take your time.’ You told him. Taking a sip from your soda. Johan just gave you a grumble. A thankful grumble though.
After dinner, Johan was over at your place. It wasn’t big, but it was cozy. You had a pretty cool room too. Posters and lights. Some of your favorite video games in some holders. Is this how a normal life looks like? Johan was sitting at the edge of the bed. His eyes glancing around the room. Even a tv. It’s a lot like the rooms he usually visualed when he was younger. He used to dream about it a lot…it makes him…he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to feel. ‘Hey. You okay?’ Your voice once again makes him snap out of what he was thinking. Your gentle expression…as wel as the light voice you seem to have with him. It makes him smile. When he’s with you. Things feel better. Like his life isn’t so bad. It feels…right. Like he can really move on from things in the past. Ofcourse, not everything. But slowly with you by his side. He’s sure. Definitely sure. That it will succeed. Step by step.
You opened fic request right? If not trouble could i please request for Mreader with johan seong, the reader is a multilingual who sometimes blurs out different languages at different times and johan would just stare at reader trying to understand what they were talking bout.
You can just ignore it if you're not taking any request and thank you if you reconsidered writing this for me, have some chocolate 🐯🫸🍫
LOOKISM ✦ Yohan Seong x m! reader ✦ 1.8k words
One of the perks of being multilingual is being able to curse without anyone knowing the meaning, well it works for most people anyway. But your lover not included.
"Can I order more?" Yohan quietly asked you after finishing his plate. You're currently in a family-owned restaurant around the corner, a gem really. Nothing too fancy, but comfortable enough for you and Yohan to keep on coming back. Of course, it always ends with you paying but hey, it's for your lover, you're not complaining. "Of course~ what would you like?" You softly smiled at him before calling a waiter over to take your order, "Order some desserts too Yohan." The waiter wrote down your order and excused himself.
Dates like this you liked a lot, it's just the two of you sitting down, enjoying a meal, and talking about your day, though unfortunately, you couldn't bring Eden on the date, so you're forced to leave him behind at the house for a bit, but don't worry, you always bring treats for him after your date. Money is not an issue for you, and you're not one to hesitate to splurge for your lover, however he's not easily swayed by expensive clothes or jewelry, rather, he's very fond of food, and you didn't hesitate to indulge. Money and status wasn't a problem to you, easily helping Yohan's mother move up the list for her eye treatment and covering the cost, something that he's truly grateful for, finally easing up his shoulders.
At first, he was wary, what if you want something from him? ask him to pay you back? tenfold? did you want to recruit him for something? employ him for the rest of his life? serving you? you want him to kill someone? maybe a competitor to your company? what's the catch? there's always a catch.
Except this one didn't. You even started taking him to the hospital for his eye treatment. Fully covered. How did he deserve you? he wants to cry. And he did. Many nights ago, in your arms, with you softly petting his hair, telling him it's okay, everything's okay. Since then, he's been taking more time for himself, finally getting to relax at your house, make food and learn recipes, watch corny love shows, water the flowers you grew yourself in the garden, all of that while you're away at work.
"I'll be right back" You excused yourself to the toilet, but didn't even get to walk a step when something bumped you "блять!" Immediately, you're clothes are dirty, food spilled on your clothes, and the plates dropped to the floor, easily breaking it. "I'm so sorry sir!" The waiter bowed deeply to you, and began cleaning up the mess, shit, this dinner was suppose to be nice and all. You looked over to your lover, only to find him not glaring daggers at the waiter, but looking over at you, with a confused face. You definitely cursed, but what exactly did you said? "It's alright, I'll be right back.."
You dabbed a bit of water on your shirt to rid of the bits of food as not to make the stain permanent on your shirt. "Каковы шансы…" you muttered while grabbing a paper towel. "What?.." Shocked, you looked towards the entrance of the bathroom, finding your lover standing there with a few wet wipes in his hand. "Let me help" Yohan walked towards you and began dabbing lightly on your shirt, the very shirt he bought you some time ago. Before he went after you to the bathroom, he swore he would find the waiter, who spilled the food on you, house is, and break all of his plates. Clearly, the waiter was not focused, Yohan was observing him. The waiter was distracted by your figure, even when your back was facing him. Yohan wanted to bite his eyes off.
"Also, what did you say before? when I just entered, what did it mean?" Yohan looked up at you, you gave him a lazy smile, no, he's not blushing, get it off your head. "It's nothing really, I was just wondering what are the chances.. also I'm very upset, this is the shirt you bought me…"
"Obviously, it's not fine, but no worries, I'm sure it'll wash away"
Going out to a restaurant was fun by all means, but maybe you needed something different. And now here you are, in the kitchen trying to cook something for dinner. Yohan is out at the moment walking Eden, and you decided to make him something nice. You we're not a terrible cook per se, but you didn't exactly know every nook and cranny either, so you decided to follow a recipe book you're mom made a few years back, saying that if you miss her cooking that much you could just make one right then and there. "Right… so what's next?.."
The evening breeze was great, Eden was enjoying himself on the walk, happily walking beside him. What should he have for dinner? should you order take out? or go somewhere maybe? or are you making something at home? Yohan didn't know. But he received a text from you while he was thinking.
(name)
can you drop by the convenience store and buy some…
what is it called again
lada?
WHAT IS IT CALLED?????
OMG
(Yohan)
buy what??
Yohan was confused, but nonetheless, he entered a convenience store and stood in the aisle that has cooking ingredients, what do you need again?
(name)
it's yknow the thing
lada
OMG WHAT IS IT
hold on
oh
it's pepper
but the small ones? like salt? round, black, and don't inhale directly?
Yohan stared at his phone for a moment, gosh you were so cute fretting over yourself because you spoke multiple languages. He chuckled and walked a bit to his left to search for the brand you usually buy, stocking up a little wouldn't be bad right? maybe he can convince you to cook for him more this way. Yohan grabbed a couple from the shelf and went to pay, quickly making his was home with Eden by his side. He didn't want to make you wait any longer, and was also very impatient to taste your food.
(Yohan)
I got it
heading back home rn
Yohan was growing needy, he's been waiting for you to get home so he can bask in your presence. But here he is, lying stomach down on the bed with his phone in his hands, Eden is sleeping soundly close to him. He texted you multiple times when are you coming home, but much to his dismay, he got the reply that you're working overtime. Yohan almost smashed his phone.
On the other side, you were already sensing his rage. On one side, you can't let the work pile up or even wait for tomorrow, and you can't exactly take it home with you, too much work and Yohan would just be even more angry. But you still want to check up on him, have a nice talk before you go to bed all cuddled up. Shit.
In the end you decided to facetime, he could see your face while you could also focus on your work while having small talk. Yohan was never one to talk a lot in one sitting, but something about being together with you really brings out his yapper side. He tells you about how his day went, from walking Eden, what he ate for lunch, his dilemma in the convenience store, and how he almost burned the stove. Of course you've already heard of this, through text, throughout the day…. but hearing him talk seriously like that made you not want to stop him.
You talked back and forth for a couple of hours, you surprisingly also were able to focus on your work. Eden woke up mid way and began on sniffing Yohan's phone and Yohan had to pull him aside, not wanting to get his phone wet. And now he's happily lying down next to Yohan, listening to your conversation. "You know I was confused, you like that brand of the bread, while I like the other one, which one should I buy?? and because of that I almost forgot to buy Eden some snacks, but in the end I bought both brand, kind of a waste though really, you'd think we will be able to finish them all? before they expire?"
"Of course we can, you know I love bread, I can finish mine quickly and snatch yours" Just as you said that, you heard a knock on your office, "Wait a minute love"
"Come in"
It was your newly hired employee, he wanted to inform you that he won't be able to finish the report today, and asked you if he can finish it by the end of the week. "It's just that, my birthday is coming up, and I'd also like to ask for a one day break, is that okay?" Yohan heard all of this, and he's raising his eyebrow, the fuck?.
"I'm sorry what? you can't finish the report I asked you to make a week ago? and the fact that I already extended the time for you to finish it?" Your whole focus now is on the employee, he's the one making demands? last time you checked you were the boss. He was newly employed, the first week he was there, he broke a printer, saying that he didn't know how to operate it, causing the ink to spill everywhere. He is always late on meetings, without any notice whatsoever, he keeps on getting distracted on works hours, preferring to engage with other employees than actually getting works done. And now this? report not done and asking for a break? suddenly your fairly good mood was crushed.
"Oh and… I accidently broke the coffee machine… i-it wasn't working right so I… tapped it a little, and now it stopped working completely…" You doubt he only 'tapped' it.
"Dios mío, eres pendejo…." You saw how his face scrunched up a bit in confusion, "sorry?…" You wanted to refrain yourself from raging right then and there, it's late, you're tired, you want to go home, and maybe you should also send this guy home. Definitely. "Pack your stuff, you're fired" You held up your hand when he tried to speak, effectively shutting him off, your reasoning was clear enough. You would have a talk tomorrow with the one who recommended him. He then left without more complaints.
"What does pendejo mean?" Oh yeah, you're still on a call. Looking to the side to your phone, you spotted Yohan, and his curious little face. "It's a curse word I guess? for stupid, sometimes I'm glad I can speak multiple languages, you should see his face, he was about to shit himself"
"Hah, I bet, you're scary when actually angry, and I don't want to be in line with the shot"
"Of course you don't, but I have good news, I'm wrapping up now, be home in a bit"
I apologize for any grammar mistakes and if I got anything wrong with translation with the other languages, thank you for reading. ✦ luca
Shoot, you're open requests!! I have been reading the lookism fic on your blog and I really really want to request a fic on your blog!!
So excited..., May i req sub johan seong with dom reader doing dog and master roleplay, like the reader put red collar and leash to johan.. 👉👈 and eugh maybe reader pointing out the bulge on johan stomach.
Okay, that's all. Thank you for consider writing this, heres a flowers for you 🐯🫸💐!!
⸸ .ᐟ M Y F A V O R I T E P E T
[ PAIRING ] male reader x johan seong/yohan seong (lookism)
[ CONTENT ] johan only needs his collar and your dick inside him to stop thinking, give him his ears and tail, please
[ TAGS ] amab!reader, top!dom!reader, bottom!sub!johan, pet play, owner x pet, collaring, butt plug, puppy!johan, anal sex, breath play, dirty talk, pet names, belly bulge, Johan has anxiety (because I said so), Johan's vision problem mentioned
[ A / N ] I love pathetic little pet Johan. thank you for the flowers ray. (also, slightly changing the aesthetic of the posts, bc I can)
"I knew this color would suit you. Red brings out your eyes," you compliment, fingers leaving behind a streak of heat on his skin, above where the leather band tightens around his throat.
Johan feels the tightness with every breath. He tries to reach for the collar, something in his head telling him he's going to choke, but you pull his hand away before he can make contact. "No, puppy. You are not allowed to touch your collar."
The cold of the floor against his knees creeps up his naked body. Goosebumps cover his skin.
Johan looks at you, where you tower over him, powerful, unreachable. Slightly blurred too, in the vision of his left eye. By this point Johan had learned to stop rubbing his eye, knowing it would do no good and he hated the look on your face whenever you saw him do it again.
It was one of those days.
"But I..." He begins, hands clasping his knees. There are bruises turning color on his skin from the last fight. His vision seems worse today. He's going to suffocate.
You silence him instantly, Johan feels the embarrassment tighten around his throat along with the weight of the collar at your choice of words. "Dogs don't talk. We've already talked about that, haven't we?"
Of course, Johan knew dogs couldn't talk; that was one of the reasons he'd agreed to this act. He didn't want to have to talk or think. But the restlessness in his stomach still made him want to stutter nonsensically, to say something, anything. There was a part of him that wanted to fight, to surrender, to whine to you — he was a mess of feelings.
A lost puppy.
"You understood?"
Johan nods.
"Puppy?" You pull on the leash.
He then understands the order and obeys: "Woof."
"Good. Good boy."
It's humbling, how easily he bows to you with a simple gesture. A snap of your fingers, a point down. On hands and knees. Like a well-trained dog, he's obeying, pushing his butt up in the air, and looking back at you expectantly. Did I do it right? Can you tell me?
"Just like that, such a smart pet," you say and Johan's chest swells with pride.
Your hands fall to his buttocks, caressing, soothing the goosebumps. He feels himself tighten at the attention, tensing around the little plug that fills him, barely enough to do anything but keep him smooth and taut. "I'm going to take this out of you now," you warn before starting to pull the plug out. Johan is suddenly empty, and a needy sound escapes his throat before he can stop it. A whimper.
"Shh shh," you hush, your warm thumb finding the relaxed, smooth edge. "You were a good pup, weren't you? Obedient little thing, carrying your plug around all day without trying to take it off, just waiting for your owner to come home. Look at that cute hole, all red and stretched, barely closing."
Johan's ears burned, but he could only rock back against your hand. After feeling the silicone filling his ass all day, the emptiness now felt wrong. He had been good to you all day, knowing that when he got home he could just be your little dog.
"What do you want, pet? Can you tell me?"
Johan fights the instinct to fall into a messy begging, remembering that good dogs don't talk. Instead, he barks, trying to convey his need as he rocks his hips from side to side, like a bitch in heat trying to entice you to fuck him. "Woof arf woof woof."
Please owner, I need your cock.
It's pathetic.
But with his face against the cold floor, fluffy ears falling from his brown hair, and your commanding presence kneeling behind him, all Johan could feel was the growing need, his hole opening and closing, so, so close to begging.
"My sweet pup," you murmur, hands closing around his slim waist, thick cock brushing against his entrance. Johan bites his lower lip, pushing it back. Disobedient. But you don't punish him, just laugh, enjoying his latent desperation.
An owner as complacent as cruel you were.
"My perfect bitch." You're sinking into him then, inch after inch filling his empty insides. Johan feels the penetration into every vertebra of his spine. His thighs tremble. Even without needing to look, he feels you making space inside him, rearranging his insides to the point where he can barely breathe. Impossible deep inside. The mere thought makes him gasp.
You dragged a reverent hand over Johan's trembling abdomen, tracing the outline of you beneath the skin. The unmistakeable bulge where your cock stretched him obscenely wide. "Look at my good pup, so full you’re showing it." Then you pull back, before going back inside, casually pounding him, gradually increasing the pace, knowing exactly how to fuck him raw. Hand still there, feeling where your cock pushes inside him.
You're everywhere — inside him, against his back, legs against his thighs, hands all over his body, pulling on the leash, squeezing the visible bulge in his stomach every time you move.
He was never as full as when you filled him.
Johan doesn't realize he's drifted away from reality until your voice teases in his ear, one of your hands patting the side of his hip. As if calming down an animal. "You're drooling all over the floor, does it feel so good to finally be put in your place? My pretty puppy's belly so stretched for his owner it's made him soft and mindless, hasn’t it?"
He nods, or tries to.
His body no longer obeys, surrendered to the oppression of being completely filled, the firm weight of the leather around his neck, your hands on him.
Then you rock your hips. Your balls slap against his ass and your cock pushes in deep. There's not enough lube to soften the invasion and he feels the burn, the hot friction of your cock sinking through the tightness. In, out. In, out. In, in, in.
Johan is not only drooling on the floor, but also leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. His body is on fire. Hips shaking violently as he tries to keep the heat in his stomach under control.
Then he hears you spit before your cock comes back in, just a little wetter and slicker and he groans like a filthy mutt, loudly, eyes rolling back in his skull.
He knows, and so do you, that he could come that easily, just from your words and the collar around his neck, pulling until it cuts off his oxygen. Your member threatening to reach his lungs. It's scary, letting someone have that much power over him. But Johan doesn't fight or try to touch himself; you'll take care of him, always have. All he wanted was to be good for you, orgasm was a bonus, not the goal.
"You’re panting like you’re in heat. So stuffed, you can’t even whimper right," you murmur, the chain vibrating as you wrap it further around your fingers and pull. "Gotta take good care of my bitch, right? Breed well so she doesn't go looking for another dick. I'll be sure to fill you up good today."
Johan has forgotten how to speak, but he's still your good puppy, and as such, he barks at you, grunts; hoarse, confused, foolish. Yes. Yes. Please. A needy, disgusting little pet, and still your only and one favorite.
Warnings: Fluffy OOC Johan as a househusband? Yeah <3
A/N: This is very unedited ; Y/N has a random high paying job of your choosing, i tried making it vauge lmaiejejqodjjwoqi
-Lets say he’s confused to say the least lmao
-When you said you'd like to marry him he was very happy but also kinda bummed!!! Johan really wanted to ask you first but he’s glad you had the same thoughts on marriage. He’s excited to take your relationship to another level and bring your small family closer together.
-It was hard to convince him that he doesn’t need to work but he learns to enjoy being able to stay home with the dogs and the calmness that comes with taking care of the home.
-I don’t think he has the best cooking skills (he probably can’t boil water unless you show him-) but! he’s great at cleaning and laundry. Teaching him the basics is fairly easy since he’s a fast learner so he knows how to make your favorite dishes and other meals at least.
-Complains when he catches you eating junk food instead of his home-cooked meals and is always nagging you about how bad it is for your health.
-Makes sure you have everything you need in the morning before you go to work telling you if anyone gives you trouble to tell him so he can handle it before placing a soft kiss on your forehead and sending you on your merry way.
-If you’re awake before him and forget your lunch he’ll gladly bring it to your place of work. Ignoring the questioning glances your coworkers shoot him as he places the pastel linen-wrapped lunchbox on your desk.
-Doesn’t leave until he gets his thank-you kiss and sweetly asks you what you’d like for dinner later, taking note of your demeanor to make sure you aren’t overworking or too stressed out before finally taking his leave to do whatever chores he has for the day.
-Likes to take Eden and Miro for runs around the neighborhood in the early mornings. He always invites you if you’re up for it but prefers letting you sleep in because you work so hard.
-Often helps the elderly around the neighborhood fix things and such for cash or food, even if you’re more on the introverted side, the old ladies on the street will stop you to bring things home as a small thank you gift.
-Loves to pamper you on your days off, waving off complaints as he gently puts you back into bed or places you on the couch so you can finally relax.
-Jokingly tells the dogs to keep an eye on you while he cooks and folds clothes humming to himself and occasionally yelling trivial questions throughout the home.
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