“They’re just kids..” Johnny sighs. Rubbing his temples enough for skin to gather in folds between his eyebrows. Evidently annoyed and frustrated after listening to your mother scream for the last hour.
“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.
Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”
Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno
Word Count: 20k
Genre: Jeno’s dad has got it going on AU, pwp, dc/nc elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), some angst, fluff, extraordinarily filthy, M/F, gratuitous smut
Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference(legal), power imbalance, jealousy, daddy/mommy issues
Smut Warning: dom/sub dyanmic, sneaking around, spanking, choking, oral, sub drop, ‘threesome’, daddy kink, ass play, breeding, hate sex, cock warming, hair pulling, praise, degradation, aftercare
a/n: this is a sequel, and yes you have to read the first to understand💙
Jeno knew he had some nerve to talk back to your mom like that, but his father hadn’t raised him to respect his elders anyway.
“No you are not!” You mother shouts, doing a shoddy job of making Jeno budge from where he’s positioned in front of you. “Ugh! Where is your father!”
“Good question.” Jeno sneers, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you going to get the fuck out of my room or what?”
Your mother’s eyes nearly pop out their sockets at that, stomping her feet out of the door shouting for her boyfriend.
Johnny uses this time to escape, hopping on one foot back into his clothing. Snapping his fingers at Jeno before he makes an exit. “Enough. The two of you get cleaned up right now.”
That’s how you find yourself sitting at the dining table across from where Johnny’s ripping hair from his scalp. Your mother found him allegedly oblivious to any of what had just took place, quickly commencing a screaming match as she demanded he punish his son.
“They’re just kids..” Johnny sighs. Rubbing his temples enough for skin to gather in folds between his eyebrows. Evidently annoyed and frustrated after listening to your mother scream for the last hour.
“How can you say that?!” She shouts, pacing around behind him ripping at chunks of hair.
Jeno smirks by your side, drumming his fingers against the dining room table. “We’re adults, and we fuck. Get over it.”
“You little!”
If not for Johnny’s arm shooting out to block your mother from lunging across the table, Jeno wouldn’t be dawning such a cocky smile right now. He seems more than pleased by the response. Receiving an intense glare from his father.
“Calm down, this isn’t going to help us resolve anything.” Johnny whispers, wrapping your mother up tightly in his arms. Soothing her spine with circular massages that make you feel rage building up in your sternum.
Jeno seemingly picks up on your discomfort, shifting slightly to throw one of his thighs over yours in a playful manner. He shrugs, rolling his eyes like he could care less about the mess you’ve landed yourselves in.
“And you!” Your mother’s tone becomes shrill, passing through your eardrums like an alarm disrupting your sleep abruptly. Ripping Johnny’s arms away from her waist to step ahead and hover the space the tables put between you. An accusing finger strikes forward, shadowing down your face where she directs it. “How could you?? I didn’t raise you to act like a slut!”
Well. That’s a lie.
“She’s not a slut.” Jeno pipes in. He stands up too quickly, making the dining chair he was sitting on drop with a loud clatter. “Well..”
Looking down to face you, Jeno licks his lower lip. Pinching your chin between two of his fingers. “She can be..”
Johnny’s thankful your mother’s behind him with her jaw likely on the floor. His eyes turn into thin slits sharp enough to cut through his son as he glares ahead. Gaze burning through where Jeno’s fingers keep your head tilted back to watch him.
“But only for me.” Jeno’s tongue clicks, letting his eyes drift in his father’s direction. Smooth enough for only his dad to notice, knowing him like the back of his own hand.
“That is enough Jeno.” Johnny sits up straight clearing out his throat. The hollows of his cheeks twitch, sucked in and out giving away the true irritation overtaking his emotions.
Back and forth shouting goes on for the next hour. Johnny at least having the decency to excuse you and Jeno to your rooms after his son continues throwing in unhelpful commentary. Murmured voices travel up the stairs. Your mother accusing Jeno of taking advantage of you, corrupting you. Blaming Johnny’s only son for ruining her innocent daughter.
‘She’s never even had sex before! Suddenly she’s letting your son use her!! And without any form of protection!’
Chewing at your nails you have to give your mother credit. She’s not completely wrong, other than putting all of the blame on Jeno.
Only seconds away from discovering the truth that her beloved boyfriend had been to one to strip you of your purity. If this was her reaction to believing Jeno had ruined you.. the truth could only be much worse..
The ping of a new text message interrupts your guilty conscience from kicking in.
Johnny- ‘Office. Now.’
Water hitting shower floor sounds from Johnny’s bedroom catching your attention as you sneak down the stairs. Jeno’s door is shut with no hint of noise passing through. Most likely using headphones while busy playing some game. Your mother would at least be occupied for the next 30 minutes, maybe even longer to destress after that argument.
Sneaking your way to Johnny’s office went without a hitch, albeit clinging to the walls in the dark as you tip-toed your way down the hall, just in case.
“Make sure you lock it.” Johnny startles you upon entering. Motioning for you to hurry and shut the door behind you. He’s twirling slowly side to side, ankles crossed over each other. Eyes wavering looking over the room.
“Should I really be in here right now?” Cautiously approaching, you take a seat in the same leather chair Johnny had revealed your blog to you in. The last thing you’d expected after that to end up in a ridiculous scenario of sleeping with your childhood crush…and his son.
“Don’t worry.” Johnny pauses, clearing his throat and folding his arms over his chest. Noting the time as he takes in your pajama clothed figure. A baggy t shirt that looked familiar.. couldn’t possibly be yours..
“Ready for bed?”
Shrugging you ease deeper into the seat, nervously fiddling your thumbs.
“In Jeno’s shirt no less?” Johnny grunts, muffled behind his tight lips. “So, how long have you been fucking my son?”
Stuttering breaks your speech before you can even manage a proper response. Shaking your head in an attempt to steal time to cover your ass. “I-it’s not…like t-that..”
“Oh? Because when I walked in on you earlier, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.” Johnny says, voice monotone. “Do you like him or something?”
The question feels like a pile of rocks cascading down on your figure from the sky. “No. I—...something..”
Wrong answer.
Johnny’s chair shoves back, he’s sat up straight. Elongated neck on full display, hand lifted up directing you to get up. He nods down toward his lap. “Come here sweetie.”
Slowly you come to stand, sock clad feet barely moving to approach closer. The way Johnny’s jaw flexes under the dimly lit room only aiding the beat of your heart to quicken.
Gulping the dryness that’s formed in your mouth you stand still before him. Anxiously bracleting your wrists repeatedly.
“Have you been lying to daddy?” Johnny cocks a brow, tilting his head to the side to stare up at you.
“No!” Panic sets in, speaking up louder than you intended. Head shaking again in denial. “I didn’t want to..Jeno, he—“
“Shh shh.” Johnny lifts a finger to his lips. Eyelashes fanning the tops of his cheeks. He sighs, leaning back, humming an upset sound. “Jeno, he’s my son. I know him.”
Blinking, Johnny sets his hard gaze back on you. “He breaks pretty things, he always has,” Leaning in, he cups your hips drawing you to stand between his thighs. “and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Johnny’s irises gleam staring at you from below. He rubs your hips in thought, biting down on his lower lip with a nod. “But if anyone is going to break my pretty baby, it’s going to be me.”
He starts to gather the shirt covering your hips, slowly following the movement revealing more of your underwear. Leaning in closer he presses a kiss to where your clit throbs painfully. Instinctively your lower half chases after him, receiving the ends of his well groomed nails seeping into your flesh as he controls you from moving.
“You’ve been a really bad girl behind daddy’s back,” Johnny looks up, the skin between his brows wrinkles deeply. Mocking you with large eyes full of fraudulent concern. “How many spanks do you think you deserve for lying to me?”
“But I didn’t—“
That’s not the answer he’s looking for. Instead of allowing you to explain yourself, Johnny manhandles you to bend over on his thighs. Smoothing a large palm up and down the backs of your thighs as he lets out a chorus of disappointed sounds.
“How long did you seriously think you were going to get away with fucking my son?” He finishes the question with a harsh burning slap across your ass. Your stomach crushes painfully against his thighs to get away from the ache. Wiggling your hips to soothe some of the pressure, Johnny grunts.
“You don’t get to enjoy this.” Another heavy slap, two more follow abruptly causing you to clamp your teeth together to contain a screechy shout from passing.
“What do you have to say for yourself? After everything daddy has done for you?” The tone he speaks down to you in almost hurts worse than the next round of piercing smacks delivered to your bottom. Johnny grunts, pulling your underwear to wedge between your cheeks, hard enough for the friction to burn against your rim.
“Come on, speak up!” He says in a lower register. His condescending tongue dripping past the loud slap of skin against skin filling your head.
“S-sorry..” you whimper lazily between a cracked moan. Uncomfortably soaked between your squished together thighs, having to lock your ankles in hopes of not leaking down to Johnny’s legs. “I’m sorry for l-lying to you.”
A pleased rumble rises from his chest, responding with a succession of weighty smacks to both your buttcheeks. Johnny bends forward sinking his teeth into the perk of your ass with a mean bite. His canine teeth sharp enough to break skin as he grips and pulls.
“Ahh!” Covering your mouth, you cry into your palm. Kicking your feet to alleviate the pain. As much as it hurts, you can’t help but believe that you fully deserve it. “Please! No more!”
“What was that?!“ he questions, pummeling your ass with the most brutal smack yet. Hard enough to practically send you falling to the floor. He grabs onto your waist, hoisting you to sit back up, grimacing as your pained bottom meets his clothed thighs. “Isn’t this how you let Jeno play with you??”
Too ashamed to look him in the eye, you drop to his shoulder releasing a pathetic cry. “I’m sorry!”
Johnny’s eyes roll up, letting out a deep breath, he takes a hold of your chin. Licking up a hot tear rolling down to your jaw.
“Does it hurt badly, my love?” He blinks, irises sparkling as if he’s looking at the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
But he’s only looking at you.
“Yes daddy.”
That seems to please him enough, helping you back onto your feet, Johnny turns your face side to side admiring the drying tear tracks shadowed on your cheeks. Pleased that despite how wet your panties are, you suffered just enough to shed tears.
“Listen to me,” Johnny tugs you to press against his chest, sinking the pad of his thumbs into your cheeks deep enough to leave behind indentations. “Don’t touch yourself, this was supposed to be a punishment for lying to me. You got that pretty?”
Forcibly nodding your head up and down, Johnny leaves you with no other choice but to agree. Pecking your upper lip gently in comparison to the treatment you’d just received. He’s drained, the hollows beneath his eyes more shallow than usual. His age showed more in the dim light, lines that Jeno assisted in carving deeper into his flesh over the years.
Upon releasing your face, Johnny signals for you to leave. Shifting side to side for a moment, you know you should feel guilty, but the punishment only cleared away any sense of shame.
“Are you mad at me?”
Johnny’s gaze lifts back to you, noticing your stature, he puts on a soft smile. “Not at all. If I was mad..” Standing up straight, he blinks slowly, taking in your hunched stance. The slump in your shoulders and locked knees. “This would have gone a much different way. Now, get some rest. You have school tomorrow.”
Nodding with a shy wave you move to leave. Wondering how Johnny can still make you feel embarrassed and nervous like this, especially after spanking your ass to the point of throbbing pain.
Even walking up the stairs hurts, stinging up and down the backs of your thighs. As torturous as it feels, it also feels good. It hurts, but you like it. Maybe you like it too much.
As your fingers graze the doorknob to enter your room, you can’t resist the urge to peek a glance at Jeno’s shut door. Johnny said you can’t touch yourself. Nothing about anyone else touching you..
You know better than to not knock on Jeno’s door before entering, but you also know he’d just respond with a ‘fuck off!’. Maturity was hardly his style.
“Jeno?” As you suspected, he’s deeply focused on some mobile game. Resting against the headboard of his bed with headphones on, noisy guitar softly humming through his computer speakers even so. Last time you interrupted hadn’t gone so well, or maybe it had.
Shutting the door you make sure to lock it this time before stepping further in. The small movement you make is enough to deter his attention, slowly shifting to face you with a lengthy sigh.
“Took you long enough.” Jeno says, unimpressed. Languidly looking down over your body. Nipping his lower lip to contain a smile itching to spread at the visual of you wearing one of his shirts, again. “Thought you’d crawl in here sooner.”
It’s embarrassing, shifting foot to foot under Jeno’s scrutinizing gaze, knowing you’re about to plead. Just how he likes it.
“I had to..” you start, ear drums pounding in the aftermath of your ass slapped repeatedly. Hard to believe you could be so smart as you nearly expose yourself once more. “some homework, uhm. School tomorrow.“
“You do mine too?” Jeno allows himself to smirk now. Tossing aside his phone to fully concentrate on your nervous behavior.
“Yes. Of course.”
“That’s a good girl. That’s what I like to hear.” Jeno leans back content, patting the bed space next to him. “Sit.”
Like a trained puppy you bounce onto the mattress snuggling against his side. A large hand clamps down on your thigh as soon as you do.
“Jeno I..earlier, thank you for..” you start, wondering if Johnny hit you hard enough to rock your brain off your spine. “For.. defending? me..”
Jeno scoffs, wedging a space between your thighs to find where heat radiates immensely. “I can think of a better way you could be thanking me.”
He’s pushing between your squished thighs easily, no struggle as you silently hope he’ll assist you where you need him most.
“Your mom’s a bitch you know.” Jeno says flatly. Turning to nestle the tip of his nose along your throat. He nips at the soft skin humming, teasing your covered core with fleeting strokes. “Don’t like how she talks to you.”
Reaching for the bottom of his shirt, Jeno removes the material covering your mound. Groaning from the back of his throat as your navel twitches. Underwear clinging to your cunt, damp and soaking through. “You get wet so fast..”
He blinks, savouring the volume of wetness expelled with each push of his digits. Drenched to his first knuckle as he shoves your underwear in deeper. Cock raging hard, mildly sickened by how cute he finds the moans you try to hold in.
“Next time your mom talks to you like that, I’m gonna fuck your ass right in front of her. Shut her the fuck up for good.” Jeno goes on. Gathering your panties roughly to pull the cotton between your folds. Hissing as he tugs, forcing your hips to lift up and roll against the friction abusing your clit.
“You're mine now.” He breathes against your neck, pouty lips dragging upward to your chin. “Isn’t that right? Daddy didn’t even try to defend you, did he baby?”
Against your natural character you agree, nodding along to whatever Jeno’s going on about. If this is what it would take to reach a mind numbing high, you’d agree to anything he says.
“Mine.” Jeno repeats, lifting up just to land a wet slap down on your center. Trembling with a roll of your chasing pelvis, stinging from front to back, you croon, nodding over and over again.
“Yours.”
Jeno slaps your hip, turning you around roughly onto your stomach. His hand stops mid-air noticing how wrecked your ass already looks. He squints, prodding a mark of raised skin in the shapes of fingers, ones much thicker than his own.
“Jeno! Ah, don’t.” You hiss louder, squirming into the bed to get away from his curious touch. Even gently stroking your damaged flesh hurts, stinging up your spine painfully with each pass of his fingers.
“Did he do this to you?” He says, a hint of concern etched behind his words. Jeno lets out a disapproving sound when you stay silent, climbing off his bed to grab something from his dresser.
“I deserved it!” You whisper urgently. Sitting up with your bottom not fully pressed against the bed.
“What the fuck makes you believe that?!” Jeno starts rummaging through a drawer, pulling out a bottle before returning to where you’re sitting on his bed. He nods with his chin for you to turn around again, moving to sit by you on his knees. “You seriously need to stop acting so helpless around him. Like…what’s wrong with you?!”
The sound of a cap opening reaches your ears next, Jeno drips whatever it contains directly onto your butt. Thick and cooling where it lands, he smears it softly across your damaged skin.
“Jeno, stop,” you squirm, hissing through your teeth. Reaching to grab on to one of his pillows against the headboard for help to get away from his touch. “its embarrassing.”
“This is what embarrasses you?! Not letting some old man smack your ass like a child?” Jeno splutters. Tossing aside the ointment while rolling his eyes. “Why do I even care.”
Peeking over your shoulder, you look over his solemn expression. Wondering yourself why he cares if your ass hurts.
Jeno sighs, catching your sneaky eyes, squinting as a light bulb flickers on in his head. “Is that why you’re here?! You came here to fuck me because he wouldn’t??”
“No..” you try a poor attempt at lying. Dropping your face to hide into the pillow clutched in your grip.
“Liar!” Jeno lifts his hand ready to deliver a brutal slap to your sore bottom. Shaking as he stops himself, grabbing onto his wrist, he pulls back. “Fuck my life.”
“Should I go?” you whine, unconsciously rutting your hips back. Wiggling doesn’t help Jeno’s irritation, finding your ass even more tantalizing to smack now. Biting down on his fist, he lets out a sound of anguish, moving to get between your legs. He moves into a push-up stance, using your shoulder blades as leverage to keep his upper half lifted.
“You’re not going anywhere.” In a practiced swoop, Jeno releases his erect length. Dipping his middle finger between your buttcheeks where your underwear is still wedged up uncomfortably. “I should fuck you right here to teach you a lesson. I’m no one's second choice.”
“Jeno, please, I swear it wasn’t like that!” You squirm anxiously. Pressing deeper into his bed to get away from his prodding fingers.
“Stop lying, I can tell.“ He rasps against your nape, digging his teeth in roughly with intent to leave marks. If his dad had the audacity to bruise your ass up, Jeno would make sure to stake his claim in a more obvious way. Littering your exposed decolletage with teeth bites, sucking blood to the surface to spell out his name. Making sure everyone knows who you belong to.
Jeno rips your underwear to the side, gliding the tip of his length between your ass. Kissing the backs of his teeth each time your hole flutters as his creamy slit pokes against it. “Think your little ass wants me.”
Positioning between your cheeks, he wraps a headlock around your neck from behind. Biting back a growl by nipping your earlobe. He builds a fast pace, leveraging his weight by hauling your chest up from the bed. The angle strains your neck, dropping back against his shoulder as he bounces against your lower half.
“Bet you’re even fucking tighter back there.” Jeno licks, sucking on the end of your jaw. “Think you could even take it?”
Your head shakes furiously, kicking your feet against the bed. Hissing through your teeth from the friction his sweats cause on your tender flesh.
“I know you can’t.” Jeno slows down, huffing minty cool breath down your cheek. He squats behind you, scooping your throat in his palms until you’re completely bent back far enough to watch him from upside down. He licks your forehead, gripping your neck firmly. Hips pulling back only to thrusts ahead, pushing the fat tip of his cock forward just enough to breach your rim.
“Oh fuckkk..” thick eyelashes fan his cheeks, burying the top row of his teeth into your forehead. He shifts to thrust between your ass again, setting a wicked speed with enough force for your bottom to clap against his hips.
“Jeno, ugh!” You whimper, writhing against the mattress. Pussy throbbing between your thighs desperately begging to be touched. He stares for a minute, soaking in your tormented expression. Pulsing between your buttcheeks faster as he watches your big watery eyes watch him. Completely numb and brainless, as if you’d let him do anything.
and of course, you’d let him do anything to you. Use your body until it breaks, fucked so well until all you know is Jeno. He’d make sure of it.
“You want it?” Jeno mutters against your forehead, never breaking his gaze from yours, never breaking the relentless pace his hips give.
“Please! Please, more more!”
Jeno sighs, prodding your rim just enough to feel it suck him in. Just enough to feel your frame tense up in fear, just enough to milk hot cum from his sack. Spurting shots of sticky gooey mess from your lower back to the crack leading down where his dick pulsates.
Squeezing your throat, Jeno sets you flat on your stomach, lifting back his hips just to watch your hole flutter covered in fresh cum. The visual alone enough to make him leak again, twitching against his thigh as he begins to soften.
“Jeno..” you cry, shaking and hiding your face in a pillow. Swollen and pained more than before between your legs.
“I know,” Nodding to himself, he removes your underwear, turning you on to your back to spread your thighs apart. “fuck.”
His admiring stare soothes the humiliation spreading down your limbs. Gazing at your cunt with more love and desire than you’ve ever seen. “You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you from here.”
“Stop..” you say, squeamishly trying to pry your legs shut in his strong hold. Jeno clicks his tongue, lowering closer to examine your heat up close. The end of his nose running up and down the seam of your cunt, releasing a deep moan.
“Don’t you dare.” He says, placing a kiss on your clit much like Johnny had less than an hour ago. The fresh memory brings shame, shoving it aside as you reach for a tuft of dark hair to hold on to. Jeno growls from his chest, lapping up the excessive amount of arousal spilling from your cunt.
“You don’t understand how fucking good you taste.” Jeno doesn’t understand it himself. Randomly stroking his cock the other day after thinking about your wrecked pussy covered in his cum.
If anything made sense to him, it’s that you looked perfect painted with his cum, not his father’s.
Jeno’s warm breath fans your clit, enjoying the responsive twitch you give. Hazed by the potent scent of your arousal up close. He devours your cunt, rubbing his tongue from the bottom to the top. He inhales deep, peppering a round of kisses on your mound before diving back in.
Reaching for your legs, Jeno hoists your thighs onto his shoulder, lifting your lower back from the bed to carry your weight with his jaw. He licks between your folds with unfaltering eye contact. Wrapping his arms around your thighs to grip your breasts. Kneading the fatty covered flesh as roughly as his mouth works.
Jeno’s tongue feels thick and velvety slurping between your core. His nose applies pressure to your clit, filling your gut with flapping butterfly wings. He’s disgusting, licking every leak of your essence like a man deprived of anything to quench his thirst.
“J-Jeno, ugh!” Folded up makes it harder to make out a coherent sound. Gurgling moans mixed with cries, you fist at the bed topper at your sides, digging the tips of your toes into his back.
The louder your struggling moans get, the faster Jeno’s tongue works to lather your cunt in spit. Sucking on your outer labia, dipping back to your pulsating hole, he groans, nipping your engorged clit like a menace.
“I’m close!”
That’s all it takes for him to suck on your clit until your thighs clamp around his head, squishing him hard enough for his face to turn beet red. He growls, swirling the tip of his tongue on your clit, pressing delivish kisses between sucks like he can’t get enough.
“J-Jeno!! It’s..too—too much!” He smirks, kissing your clit, shoving back to push your thighs down on the bed. Spread open completely for easy access, he licks fat stripes up your center. Tongue dipping down to your entrance, covering his nose and chin in slick wet heat.
A wash of ice cold water covers your body cooling down the high rising temperature. Pulling at Jeno’s hair as you whine and struggle to writhe beneath his relentless mouth. Ignoring you, he groans, swallowing the fresh release. Starved for your cries to fill his entire being.
“No more! No more!” You squeal, kicking your feet on his shoulders. Overstimulated from having to hold out for such a long time. The numbing throb stretches from your core muscles to your chest, rising and falling with loud panting breaths.
Jeno hums, kissing a way up your hip to your fluttering stomach to the center of your chest. He licks the sweat coating your throat and collar, sucking on the end of your chin before reaching your lips with a heated kiss. It’s a nice kiss, too nice for what you’ve come to expect from him..
Nice, soft, and gentle. Three words you’d never use to describe him, let alone any of his actions toward you.
He finishes with a kiss on your nose, falling off to your side with a yawn.
“I should go to my room..” you mutter, drained and exhausted after letting Jeno use your body again. He grunts into your nape, wrapping his forearms on your stomach and squeezing.
“Stay still.”
“Have to wake up early for school, Jeno.”
“Be quiet,” he grumbles, biting the soft skin lining the back of your neck. “tired, don’t move.”
It’s hard to deny how cozy you feel trapped in Jeno’s limbs. One of his thighs lodged between yours with his arms holding you snuggly against his chest. As odd as it felt, his behavior only got weirder the next day.
“We’ll save time if we shower together.” He reasons, pulling you by your wrist to his bathroom.
“I don’t think we should be doing this. I have my own bathroom, you know?”
Jeno goes on ignoring you, pushing on your shoulder until you take a seat on the toilet as he turns on the water. Rubbing his swollen eyes half-asleep still, he nods as steam begins to draw moisture on the tile walls.
“I like it hot in the morning.”
Even showering together was never a situation you could have predicted. Jeno lathered up body wash to exfoliate your skin clean. Mumbling something about how he shouldn’t have let you sleep with his cum on your back. An apology..if you interpreted it that way.
Jeno dries his hair off, grabbing a smaller towel to pat up and down your arms. Awkwardly fidgeting as he helps you dry off, you look around, searching for an excuse to leave his bedroom.
“Oh God, I need to brush my teeth!”
“Yeah,” Jeno shrugs, grabbing his clothes for the day. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”
“It’s okay, I’ll just walk to the bus stop.”
“No.” Jeno shakes his head, dropping the towel on his hips to stand completely bare before you. “I said I will wait for you. Now hurry up and finish getting ready or we’ll be late.”
Much to your astonishment, Jeno doesn’t argue with you to ‘get the fuck out of his car’. In fact he grabs your thigh, stroking his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin.
“Where’s your first class?”
“Uh..” throwing on your bag, you nod in the direction toward the science building. Expecting Jeno to go about his own way, unsure how to react when he follows your stride with an arm hooked around your shoulder.
Jeno pecks your cheek earning looks and whispers from bystanders. “I’ll find you later for lunch.”
You could only wish for the last two days to feel like whiplash. Leaving your head so far upside down, even sitting in class felt like the room was spinning.
Jeno, Johnny, Jeno, Johnny…Jeno and Johnny..
There was no way for this to pan out well.
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Johnny’s been glaring at his son over dinner since the two of you sat down.
Jeno’s hasn't been unattached from your side since getting home. Even sitting you on his lap while he played a game on his computer. Insisting you owe him still even if your mom knows about the two of you.
‘She doesn’t know about your relationship with my father, unless you want her to find out.’
Jeno even cuts up your food, offering you forkfuls with a sneaky suspicious smile on his lips.
“We should watch a movie tonight!” Your mother suggests boisterously. She stretches in her seat, humming. “The kids can wash the dishes while we find something.”
“I can wash them.” Johnny stands beginning to stack the plates only for your mom to demand he stop, that you and Jeno deserve this as a form of punishment.
“What are you in the mood for, my love?” She asks, digging the end of her chin into the back of Johnny’s shoulder with her arms circled around his fit waist. He catches your gaze, rolling his eyes out of her line of sight.
“It’s up to you darling.”
“I’m in the mood for romance.” petting his abdomen, she begins to turn their bodies toward the living room, missing the gagging sound Jeno lets out.
“Man, she’s a piece of work.”
“Would you believe me if I told you she was actually worse before?” Jeno follows you to the kitchen, even unexpectedly carrying more of the dishes back. “I’m surprised it took so long for my dad to figure out she was cheating on him.”
Jeno reaches for the sponge coating it in dish soap before you’re able to, leaving you to dry as he cleans. “My dad cheated on my mom too, a lot.”
“Oh..”
“I mean, he’s cheating on your mom too. I guess it comes as no surprise.” Jeno nods. “That’s why we moved here. Dad got caught fucking one of his patients, his bosses 18 year old daughter.”
“Oh..”
“My mom had to take a mental health journey after the humiliation he put her through..” Jeno glances your way bouncing his eyebrows. “It even made local newspaper headlines. I’ve never been able to forgive him.”
“I didn’t know..” you start to say nervously. Drying off the last dish and your hands.
“How could you know,” Jeno turns full body placing hands on your hips. “to you, he’s perfect. If he’d chosen to act as a career he’d be winning Oscar’s left and right.”
“Kids! Hurry up! The movies about to start!”
“I swear she’s calling us kids on purpose now.” Jeno mutters, throwing his arms around your waist from behind much like your mother had to Johnny. He nudges your knees to move ahead, walking step by step with you to the living room.
Johnny’s jaw locks up upon watching you enter with his son stuck to your back. Clearing his throat, he pats the small empty spot near him that your mother hasn’t taken up. “Sit here.” He motions toward you, directing Jeno to take the single seater.
He lets out a raspy laugh, licking the shell of your ear. “My lap works perfectly fine as a comfortable seat.”
Jeno cocks a brow at his father, dropping back into a large recliner without releasing his firm hold on your middle. He nuzzles up to your neck, whispering how hard he’s already getting from just being near you.
It’s hard to enjoy any of it with Johnny burning daggers from out of the corner of his eye. Your moms cozied up to his side with a smile on her face resembling a purring cat. Clueless to her boyfriend's building anger, missing the way his knuckles crack into a clenched fist.
Jeno could care less, dipping inside the front of your bottoms, he cups your mound.
“D-don’t..” you shiver, shimmying back into his groin accidentally. He grunts, prodding your bottom with his hardened length. Stroking two fingers between your core, smirking against your cheek at the first sign of dampness.
“Don’t want me to touch you? Afraid daddy will get mad?” Jeno whispers to mock you, pinching your covered clit to make you hiss.
That seems to be enough for his father, raising the television’s volume higher to drown out the sounds Jeno keeps forcing out of you. Playing with your pussy for the next hour until he can’t stand it any longer and ruts himself to completion against your ass.
Johnny doesn’t so much as acknowledge you with a glance or a ‘good night’ before heading off to bed.
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“Finally, you’re alone.” Johnny struts into the kitchen finding you munching on a snack. He scans the room for any sign of his son, sighing in relief to not find him anywhere.
“Jeno’s at practice, I have to head to tutoring in an hour.” You start to explain, pushed into the kitchen counter as Johnny cage's you in with a serious look taking over his features.
“Did you not know that I’m home sweetie?”
“I—“ Johnny bristles not letting you speak, hoisting you onto the counter by your thighs instead.
“Love when you’re in this uniform.” He bites your breasts through the white collared school shirt you’re still wearing, dragging his teeth against the hardened bud. “Slutty little school girl all for me. Gonna let me do anything I want with you dressed up all innocent, aren't you pretty?”
Johnny sucks on your nipple until your top becomes sheer with drool. Dragging his tongue up, he pops your mouth open by pushing your cheeks in. Lapping at your lower lip until your tongue lolls out wantonly seeking to rub against his.
“Come on pretty baby, tell daddy what you want.” He doesn’t really mean it, gripping your face harder to drop a wad of spit on your tongue, he grins. Licking across your teeth up to your top lip, biting down on the plumpness.
“Want d-daddy” you manage to mumble between having your mouth explored. His free hand slaps your thigh, clutching it roughly, pressing the tent that's formed in his slacks to panty covered core.
Johnny knows time is precious, ripping your underwear off with one hand, he throws them to the kitchen floor, releasing his thick cock with the other just enough for his balls to breathe too. Lining up to your entrance, he ruts forward urgently, sinking more than halfway in. Nearly losing it right there by the warm wetness engulfing his size.
“Fuck, fuck,” pulling on your hair, Johnny lifts your loose neck to lick and suck on your mouth. Twirling his tongue with yours to give himself time to calm down. Fucking you was just so much more enjoyable than fucking anyone else. “been too long since I felt my angel, so tight.”
Clutching onto his shoulders, Johnny grabs your waist to push the rest of his size inside. Circling his hips with a precise grind for you to feel every inch of his length pressed along your walls.
“Always so good for me.” He groans, snagging your bottom lip between his teeth. Pulling your waist closer until your ass hangs more off of the counter, carried by Johnny’s muscles straining beneath his long sleeved top.
“Wish you could see how pretty you look taking my cock princess.” He thrusts hard, filling your cunt up with each push in. Making your smaller body collapse against his firm broad chest. Delicate moans tickle from his throat, dancing up to his ears making him want to fuck you harder until you’re a sobbing mess, distraught and not knowing what to do with yourself. “You’re so good for me, taking it even if it hurts.”
The sound of the front door opening and shutting slows down Johnny’s hips. Straightening his spine to listen for either Jeno’s heavy trudging footsteps or your mother’s light as a feather walk.
The familiar sound of his sons sneakers sounds, Johnny curses under his breath knowing Jeno would love more than anything to ruin your time together.
Thinking fast, Johnny scoops you up underneath your thighs, gritting his teeth as he carries you to the backyard door. He kicks it open as quietly as he can in hopes of not calling Jeno’s attention. It slams shut harder than he wishes, knowing you’ll be caught any minute now, he pivots slamming your back against the wall that leads to the garage.
“Fuck!” Johnny groans, kissing the drool hanging from the corner of your mouth. Pistoning at a fierce pace to fuck you open on his cock. Screaming out embarrassingly loud bounced up and down his length, his hands slapped onto your ass, bending his knees to fully throw your lighter figure down.
“Daddy! Daddy please!”
Johnny screams through clenched teeth, dripping in sweat from using the entirety of his strength to impale you on his girth. The slap of your ass echoes through the backyard, nearly muting the door opening up. If not for meeting Jeno’s angered face he wouldn’t have noticed his son standing there. Too caught up in the noisy creamy squelch of your cunt gripping around him.
“Johnny!!!” Your mother’s voice booms from inside the house. Locking eyes with Jeno again, his son licks the bottom row of his teeth, poking the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
“I think I saw him head outside!” Jeno shouts, flipping his father off with a smirk before moving back into the house.
Johnny growls, fucking into you at a furious pace. The wall behind you shakes erratically, painfully beating against your spine with each rough thrust he gives you chasing for his release to hurry.
“Daddy! Please! Hurts!” You cry into his shoulder, biting and drooling. Digging your nails into the material of his shirt.
“Fuck fuck!” Johnny’s face contorts, slamming your ass down onto his cock at a animalistic pace. With one hard deep thrust, he jams you against the garage door, trembling against your smaller frame as he finally cums. Warmth fills your tummy, whimpering against his collarbone.
“God, fuck this.” He bites back a pitiful sound, having to slide free from your pulsating heat. “Stay put pretty.”
Johnny sets you on weak ankles, propping you to the wall with a fast glance over his shoulder. Pulling your skirt back down with a quick peck to the top of your head, he grabs onto his pants running behind the house.
“Johnny!!” Your mother steps out just as he rounds the corner. Finding you disoriented against the garage door. She storms over confused, checking your forehead for a fever.
“What are you doing out here?!” She shrieks, startling you to stand straight only to clench your thighs as cum drips down past the hem of your skirt. “Why did Jeno say his dad was out here?!”
“H-haven’t seen him..” you whisper, rubbing your warmed cheeks. “Maybe he mistook him for me..”
“That’s odd.” She looks you over suspiciously, pushing the damp strands along your hairline back. “You better get inside, you’re all sweaty.”
Agreeing with her, you make a walk of shame past your mother with your knees knotted together. Passing by Jeno sat on the couch who blows you a kiss. He chucks your crumpled up underwear at your back.
“You got cum on your sock, hope your mommy didn’t notice that.”
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“Babe! You know what this means right?!”
Johnny’s sat by your mother with a bored look on his face, shrugging and yawning.
“It means we have the weekend free!” She squeals bouncing up and down in her seat. “I’m gonna book us a little day trip! Oh my God! Perfect timing, ugh, I’ve needed a weekend getaway with my honey pie so bad.”
He jerks up straight fully attentive at that, sputtering and coughing. “Huh? What??”
“It’s my Birthday..” you interrupt quietly. Sinking lower into your chair across the dining table. If your mother’s eyes could kill in that instance, you’d be done for.
“You want to act like a little slut and still expect me to celebrate you like some child?” She snaps, tossing her hair back in an arrogant way. “You’re an adult now, what have I told you?”
“Birthday parties are for kids..” you mumble, garnering Jeno’s attention who inserts his foot even when you wish he wouldn’t.
“What the fuck?” Jeno serves your mother with an equally, if not worse, intense glare. “I thought I had it bad, at least my dad still celebrates the day I was born.”
“Honey, Jeno’s got a point.” Johnny lifts his hands, motioning for everyone to calm down. “We can plan a getaway for another weekend.”
“We absolutely cannot! In fact I haven’t had a weekend off with you in months!” She fumes. “Don’t be so dramatic about this! Besides..”
She smiles in a sadistic manner, nothing but malice in her shit eating grin. “Your little boyfriend will keep you company. Isn’t that right Jeno?”
Jeno blinks in surprise, sitting up straight to deliver your mother with an even more menacing smirk. “You’re right, she has me.”
He throws an arm around your shoulder, tilting your chin up to lay a lewd kiss with his tongue down your throat. “Don’t worry about it baby, I’ll make your Birthday unforgettable.”
“Jeno, none of that during dinner.” Johnny sighs, pushing away his hair to fully display the stress lines forming in the middle of his forehead. “I’ll give you two money to plan something.”
“Isn’t that just precious.” Your mother stands up, bouncing on the tips of her toes. “Now we all get what we want.”
Not true, you think, eyeing Johnny locking his phone screen. A vibration received in your pocket one second later.
Johnny: Office. Now.
“I’ll be wrapping up some emails.” He stands up, patting your mom on her ass with a wink to appease her.
“Come on, let’s go to my room.” Jeno stands, hooking you by your elbow.
“I’ll be up in a bit, I have to put in my laundry.”
Seeming content with that excuse, Jeno heads off to his bathroom, leaving you scrambling past the kitchen to Johnny’s office.
He’s pacing back and forth along the designer rug sprawled out on the floor in front of his desk. Rubbing his chin in thought, more worried about what a weekend alone with Jeno could mean for him than anything.
“Johnny?”
He stops immediately, rushing to wrap you in a warm hug. Apologizing profusely about having to miss your Birthday. The last one had meant so much to him afterall..
“It’s okay, we can always celebrate another time.” You say to comfort him, drowning in the remaining scent of cologne that's blended in with his natural calming scent.
“I know…I just..worry about you being stuck with Jeno, alone.”
“Oh, it’ll be fine, he’s mostly harmless.” You shrug. “I doubt he’ll even be around honestly.”
“No no, he should at least take you out to dinner. My treat alright? I’ll make sure of it.” Johnny smiles, tapping the end of your nose.
“Okay..”
“Okay?”
“Okay..daddy”
Johnny’s smile reaches his eyes, kissing between your eyebrows. “Here, take out your phone, I’ll put in my other phone number in case you need to contact me this weekend.”
Nodding, you scoop out the device for him, spilling a receipt from earlier along with a folded up photo. He bends down to pick up the trash, opening the phone only to scowl at what he finds.
“Oh!” You snatch the picture from his hold in embarrassment. Heat ignites beneath your cheeks just as fast, ready to jam the thick paper back where you had it hiding.
“Why do you have that?” He confiscates the photo from your fingers before you’re able to put it away furrowing his brows together.
“I..I thought it was cute.” You try to explain, more confused by his sudden anger. “I found it the other day when I was looking for a dictionary in your office. I’m sorry, I should have asked you first..”
Johnny sighs, shaking his head, he pockets the photo of himself more annoyed by your apology than anything. Having hidden or thrown away photos of himself in his 20’s years ago when he decided they did nothing but remind him that he can’t get everything he wants. He can’t reverse time and stop himself from fucking up his life.
He can’t gain back his youth or deny the pain in his limbs. He can’t pretend it’s not his ego taking a bruise whenever his own son one up’s him; growing faster and stronger with age as Johnny grows weaker, questioning if he still has it.
Noticing his solemn demeanor you think it over, opening and closing your mouth hoping to comfort him. “You looked just like Jeno!”
Perhaps comforting others, especially a grown man, is not your strong point.
Johnny’s jaw locks sharpening his already defined features, lips twitching as he fixes you with a half-lidded intense stare.
“You should go to bed, it’s getting late.”
His vague response does nothing to calm your worry, spluttering as you try to backtrack. “I mean, like really handsome! You’re still really really handsome Johnny!”
He sighs, shaking his head, crumpling the photo in his pocket to cool the rage taking over his emotions. Johnny pinches your chin leaning down to set a kiss on your forehead.
“Your mother and I are leaving first thing in the morning. Try not to let my son treat your beautiful neck like a chew toy.”
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“Hey!” Jeno flicks your forehead, groaning when you start to whine. “Wake up!”
Sitting up you yawn, grimacing from the pain between your brows. Was it really necessary to wake you up like that?!
“Dad didn’t wanna disrupt your ‘blissful sleep’, or some shit.” Jeno scoffs, he nods to a cup of coffee from your favorite brewery on your bedside table. “That’s for you.”
“Oh my God, how sweet!” You perk up instantly lifting the cup to your nose. The sweet inhale of bittersweet cold brew dissolves how rudely you were awakened.
“Doesn’t take much to impress you, does it?” Jeno quirks a brow. Shaking his head, he pats your leg, rushing you to get ready.
“Come on, you can finish that on the way.”
“Where are we going?” You question, noting the time being too early for a lunch or dinner Johnny would have set up.
“It’s a surprise. Wear some comfortable shoes.”
Jeno doesn’t say much more than that. As odd as it feels to sit in his car for longer than an hour, the drive is pleasant.
“You can play whatever,” Jeno motions uninterested toward the display. “just connect your bluetooth.”
“Are you sure..what if you don’t like my music?” Jeno rolls his eyes, fixing you with an annoyed glare. “Okay okay..”
Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t complain once. Maybe you even caught his neck bobbing along to the beat of a few songs, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Even humming along to a few songs.
Maybe, you have more in common than you thought.
“Wha—An amusement park??”
Today would be full of surprises, apparently. Shocked as Jeno pulls into the parking lot of your favorite childhood amusement park. He gets out of the car stretching after the long drive.
“Yeah, I usually come every summer but.. since it’s your uh,” Jeno fidgets a bit, rounding his car to grab a backpack from the backseat. Mumbling to himself too quietly for you to pick up. “your birthday..”
An amusement park with Jeno is definitely no way you would have ever imagined to spend your Birthday, yet it wasn’t so bad.
“Do we have to keep playing this game?” You frown, rubbing your forehead where Jeno keeps flicking you each time you answer wrong. It’s not that you were bad at playing ‘Guess Who?’ but Jeno wasn’t the best at describing.
“Come on!” He shouts getting frustrated, still playful as he jumps up and down foolishly in line. “He’s that guy! In that one movie!” He says, shooting ‘pew pew pew’ with a finger.
Cringing, you ready yourself for the next forehead flick. The timer on Jeno’s phone only has seconds left with no clue as to who he could be trying to portray, badly.
“Welp,” the buzzer goes off, Jeno maneuvers you into his arms suddenly, leaning down closer to your face as he bends you back. “You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lipsss.”
“Tom Cruise?!” You splutter, worried he’ll drop you.
“Too late!” Jeno laughs, delivering another hard flick to your forehead.
“Ow! God, you’re gonna leave me with a hole in my face!”
He wiggles his eyebrows, looking ahead to see the line moving. With no recovery time he grabs you rushing forward. “Finally, we’re next!”
Jeno loves roller coasters, maybe even more than you do. He insists you get on every ride no matter what the wait times are. Passing the time with various games or retelling memories of the previous times you’ve visited the theme park when you were kids.
“First time I rode the ferris wheel I got nauseous and threw up all over my dad’s girlfriend at the time.” Jeno chuckles evilly at that. Nodding to the ride as you approach it together.
“That’s awful..”
“Nah, she was a bitch who put ice in my shirt for calling her ugly.” He explains. “Dad wasn’t too happy about it, but I guess I ate a bad corn dog earlier. I’ll never touch those things again.”
“Are you going to throw up on me?” You asks nervously, stepping into the cart to sit opposite of him. He laughs, waving you off, buckling in your seat’s belt before his own.
“Nah, I always end the night with this ride. It’s nice to look at everything from up high.”
“Yeah” you agree, gazing from the cart's window at the lit up rides shining over the night time darkness. Smiling fondly after a long day of standing and walking. It hadn’t been so bad, actually more fun than anything…
Jeno..maybe made you laugh more than you would have expected. Looking through your phone later at the photos captured on the rides of ridiculous screaming faces would be a nice memory. Not that you had too many of those with him.
“Today was really nice Jeno.” You say interrupting the quiet you’ve fallen into. Both enjoying how peaceful it feels as the cart reaches higher and higher.
“It was,” he nods, fishing through a pocket in his backpack. “I know you probably expected some fancy dinner, but I felt like this was something we could do as..friends.”
“As friends?!” You start laughing, surprised by the small gift in his hands. He nods again, this time more to himself.
“You know since..we’re pretending to date.” Jeno clears his throat, holding out the wrapped box for you. “I mean, Happy Birthday.”
“What is this?”
“I don’t know,” Jeno plays dumb, rubbing his nape anxiously. “open it and find out.”
Unwrapping the bow, you find the clasp underneath, slowly unlocking it to open up what seems to be a small jewelry box. Met with a silver chain carrying a gorgeous charm.
“Oh my God,” you choke out, overwhelmed by the shiny letter ‘J’ reflecting your face. A letter to show off around your neck proudly. A reminder that someone really cares about you. “Did your dad set this up???”
Jeno’s jaw drops, suddenly angered that he’s stuck in a cart with you. All day he tried so hard to have fun with you, even made an effort to not make fun of you when you dropped your piece of funnel cake, offering to split his with you instead.
“Wow.” He gulps, prodding the inside of his cheek with a deep breath to calm down. “That’s all you think about, you just…God, what the fuck was I thinking.”
“What do you mean Jeno?”
The questions too late, jerking as your ride comes to an end. Jeno busts from the cart like a bat out of hell, shouting without looking your way again that it’s ‘time to leave’.
“Jeno! Slow down!” You have to run to keep up with the insanely fast way he charges out of the park to his car.
“No! Hurry the hell up!”
Hostility and tension congests the car for the entire drive home. Jeno’s mood is drastically different from the easy-going one he’d been in all day. Too nervous to speak up again, you choose to stay silent and let him drive in peace. Worried you would stress him out far too much during a dark drive home.
He doesn’t even bother to wait for you to get out of the car before rushing inside the house. Chasing after him to his bedroom you manage to budge a leg through so he can’t shut the door on you.
“Go away!”
“Jeno! No! What did I do?!“
“What did you do?!?” Jeno shouts louder, pulling you in to slam you against his bedroom wall. “You can’t seriously be that dumb!”
Blinking up lost, Jeno bares his teeth in frustration, snapping them shut and shaking his head. “You really are that dumb.”
“I’m not! You can at least tell me what I did wrong!” You protest, pushing at his chest to relieve yourself of his weight crushing against you.
“I seriously can’t fucking stand you.” huffing a long breath through his nose, Jeno pushes off, turning away from you. Beginning to strip from his clothes to take a long hot shower.
“We were having a nice day!”
“And you ruined it!” Jeno shouts louder, throwing off his shirt.
As he reaches to unbuckle his belt, you think this isn’t how you expected today to end. At the least wishing Jeno would give you a gift with his dick.
“You have no fucking common sense!” He keeps shouting, shoving off his jeans to toss them into a hamper. “Even now you’re staring at me like you expect me to fuck you.”
Biting your lip, you try not to sound too desperate. “It’s my Birthday..”
“Ugh!” Jeno grabs your shoulders, throwing your body down onto his bed. Failing to enjoy how easily he can toss you around, you moan, quickly covering your mouth in shame. “Want me to fuck you? Because it’s your fucking Birthday?! Fine!”
He’s livid now, ripping your clothes from your body like an animal. “God I fucking hate you, I seriously can’t believe how fucking selfish you are.”
“I’m sorry” you start to whimper. Guilt ridden by the heat enveloping your cunt, spilling wetness from your core before Jeno’s even properly touched you.
“You’re not sorry, you’re just a dumb slut begging to get fucked.”
Jeno hates you, he hates how all you care about is his asshole father. He hates how you didn’t once thank him for everything he did for you today. Most of all, he hates how hard his dick gets just by looking at you, even cumming into his fist this morning before you woke up to the thought of you. He hates how fucking bad he wants you to be his more than anything, and thats the problem.
He doesn’t hate you, not really. He just hates that you hate him.
It’s not gentle, it’s not soft, it’s bordering on painful, it’s sloppy and obscene.
Deciding he can’t stand to see your pleasured face, Jeno turns you on to your stomach. Fucking inside of you with one quick thrust without worrying to give you time to adjust. He wants you to suffer and pay, he needs redemption for the way you’ve made a pinching sensation form in his chest.
Thrusting in deep, Jeno grabs on to the back of your neck using his other hand to smash your head into the bed. He slams down filled with rage, smacking against your ass hard enough to have his bedroom full of your muffled screams, throaty grunts, skin brutalizing skin.
“That’s right, take it like the fucking whore you are.” He grits. Thighs flexing from rutting against your ass. Appearing more like a monster ravaging your body as he rams you deeper and deeper into the bed.
“Who fucks you like this?!” Jeno screams, deep and gravely. Slowing down only to thrust in longer and harder, letting go of your head to slap your ass meanly. “I know he doesn’t fuck you like this.”
“No one!” Gasping for breath, you bite on his bedding, wrinkling between your eyes from the high pleasure shooting up your spine with each of Jeno’s thrusts. He pounds into you faster, stinging your ass with accompanying slaps. Thrashing wildly beneath him, you lock up letting out a long cry.
“Stupid whore, cumming around my cock, good for nothing but carrying my cum.” Jeno spits, pulling out before you can even fully enjoy your climax. Manhandling you onto your back, he pushes your legs up, bending you into a completely folded half. He reaches between your legs to grab hold of your throat. Thrusting back into your sensitive pussy at a new angle, stuffing your hole even deeper than before.
“Look how fucking disgustingly wet you get for me.” He grips on your neck, tugging it up making it harder for you to breathe properly. Focused on the way his wet cock slams in and out of your overstimulated core. “Get that wet for someone you hate??”
Even through the haze of heat and tingling nerves soaring down your limbs, you shake your head. “D-don’t hate—you. Don’t.”
Jeno’s upper lip curls in, forcing his cock balls deep. Hitting that spot deep inside of you with each thrust.
“Hate you.” He says it quietly this time, shaking away sweat blinding his eyes. Finding your lost gaze, Jeno decides he hates that the most.
The way you look at him like you’d let him ruin you as much as he pleases.
He hates how hard that makes him cum. Uncontrollably losing his rhythm with a few lasts thrust, he groans, collapsing bodily on top of your suffocated lungs.
Jeno takes a hold of your face with one hand. Grinding his cock inside of you emptying the last spurts of cum. He trembles, forcing himself to let go, even if his lips itch for more. Even if your mouth pouts lewdly pleading for a kiss.
Even if that pain in his chest spreads further.
“Get out of my room.” He whispers, sliding out to turn his back to you.
“Je—“ the sound of your phone buzzing steals your attention. Getting up in search of your discarded clothing, you check the device to find a new notification from Johnny.
New number: Told your mom I have a conference next weekend. Come up with a story, going to take you away to make up for missing your special day❤️
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Johnny’s quiet on the way to the hotel. Cracking his knuckles at red lights as he gazes out of the window. He picks you up from outside of a shopping center already carrying your belongings for the weekend in the trunk of his car.
He hasn’t said much to you all week, not that he’s been able to. If Jeno’s plan is to keep you busy, it’s working. Any moment his father even gets a chance to be around you, Jeno manages to show up. Smiling ear to ear as he douses you with excessive displays of affection. Even if he’s upset with you still, it doesn’t effect the thrill he gets from pissing off his dad.
It’s not far-fetched to believe Johnny’s irritated, having not said a word to you once since occupying the passenger seat. He hardly even looked your way when you got into the car.
“Are you hungry?” You ask to break the silence. Johnny gives you no more than an indecipherable response, grunting from his chest.
Pulling up to the hotel valet, he continues to serve you the silent treatment. Cracking his neck and stretching instead of throwing an arm around you. He nods ahead to a bar upon stepping foot into the main entrance.
“I need a drink.”
Taking in your dressed down attire nervously, you follow after him. No doubt appearing more as his daughter than lover. It wouldn’t have fit your lie of hanging out at a ‘friends’ house this weekend for girl time to dress up too nicely. Much like Johnny attending a conference for two days wouldn’t show up dressed any less expensive and regal than he is now.
“Hello Mr. Suh, have not seen you around in quite some time.” the hostess greets with a charming smile.
Johnny nods, motioning that the two of you would be entering.
“I’ll need to see a form of identification first,” the hostess says nervously. “we cannot have minors sitting at the bar.”
Johnny scoffs, snapping for you to fetch your ID. “She’s not a minor.”
The hostess forces a wider fake smile reading your birthday. “Under 21 are not allowed in. My apologies.”
Johnny sighs, ripping his fingers through his neatly groomed hair. “I need a drink,” he looks you up and down pensively, clicking his tongue. “just go up to the room and wait for me, will you?”
“Okay..” you mumble, sensing you’ve put him in a bad mood. He taps your chin, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“Daddy will be up soon alright? Be a good girl and get ready for me.”
If Johnny wanted you to get ready for, that’s exactly what you were going to do.
The suite was just as luxurious as you remember, having spent most of your time in bed on your only visit, you made sure to pack a bikini this time to utilize the jacuzzi.
Johnny had insisted you make a wish list of items you needed, no matter what the price. Adding in his own wishes in the form of scandalous lingerie that did less to cover any bits of your private areas. $200 panties that appeared more like flossy string between your ass and overpriced bralettes that forced your chest to spill out.
With a quick shower, you lotion up and drench your skin in his favorite fragrance. Slinking on expensive delicate lingerie, choosing to wear the set in his favorite color. You’d do whatever it takes to rectify his mood, even practicing how you should pose on the bed. Grateful for the mirror on the wall displaying how foolish some of your positions looked.
Opting to sprawl out on your side to accentuate the line of curves up your frame, you get comfortable waiting for the sound of the door to click.
Waiting, waiting, and waiting.
The side of your face meets the bed an hour later, frowning and feeling stupid the more time ticks by. Johnny doesn’t come up for another two hours.
He stumbles through the suite, bumping against furniture as he tries to find his way to the master bedroom. His skin is painted with dots of pink and red that flush up his cheeks, loose jaw hanging lower when he enters the master suite.
“Fuck,” Johnny grabs onto the doorframe to steady his weak knees. Biting down on his lip as he takes in your figure from the tips of your toes up to your shut eyes. “so fucking cute.”
Kicking off the uncomfortable slacks sucking tighter on his groin the longer he stares at you, Johnny moves further in. Propping an arm on the bed to rid himself of the remaining materials covering his warming skin, he crawls over to your resting figure on his knees. Moistening his lips with a hungered lick, he kisses your ankle first, taking his time to indulge in your silky skin against his rough lips.
As upset as he’s felt for the last week, seeing you laid out and ready for him lit the dying flame in his chest. He hated to admit his feelings had been hurt in any way when you dropped that old photo of him, but he couldn’t shake the thought.
He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about how much older he is than you. How you might just get on better with his son. How you can’t even sit at the fucking bar with him while he drinks.
“Daddy?” Your groggy voice interrupts his spiraling thoughts. Grinning when he hears the sweet nickname drip from your lips.
“You smell so nice princess,” Johnny’s nose drags through your squished together legs, kissing a path upward to your center. He bites at the crevice of your thigh, nibbling too soft to leave any mark. “you’re my favorite, did you know that?”
Each palpitation erupting from your chest grows in speed, rushing from your sternum to the space between your pelvic bone where Johnny presses his lips tenderly. Sucking down deep inhales of your cloth covered core, he groans from deep within his chest.
“My favorite little doll to play with.” continuing to move up, he lays down a trail of kisses from your navel to your breasts, sucking on the perky flesh protruding out of the hardly supportive material. “..what the fuck is that?”
Sitting up on your hips, Johnny makes it impossible for you to move. Picking up the ‘J’ presented on your throat, his brows furrow together confused. “Did Jeno give you this?!”
“Yes!” You exclaim, interpreting the situation in a terrible way. “I’m sorry, I forgot to thank you!”
“Thank me?!” Johnny rips the chain from your neck, painful as it burns digging into your nape, unclasping from his sheer strength. He chucks it off the bed returning to his aggravated mood, gripping your shoulders to examine your bruised and bitten throat. The remnants of his son pissing everywhere like a fucking dog marking it’s territory.
Absolutely livid, Johnny seeps the pads of his fingers into a couple of the lingering teeth marks, wondering how you could let Jeno abuse your precious delicate skin in such a way.
“This is what you like huh?” It’s not much of a question, lifting your loosened neck up with his palm cupping your nape, Johnny brushes his nose along a line of littered marks. “Is that why you were carrying that photo of me? Daydreaming of how daddy could have fucked you like a savage beast when he was Jeno’s age.”
“Johnny, wha—“
“What did you call me?” His other palm encompasses the front of your neck, completely wrapping your throat and still left with enough room to still wiggle his fingers. The evil thought that he could easily snap your dainty neck races to his groin, throbbing against your stomach.
“Daddy!” Panicking, you try to nod. Grabbing onto Johnny’s wrist, which in comparison, your entire hand can just barely bracelet around. The size difference between the two of you only excites you, wiggling your legs together behind his back in anticipation.
“I’ll show you, I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life. I’ll make you scream and cry louder than he ever could.”
Johnny chokes your neck, sickened that his pretty perfect doll would let anyone defile her. Sickened that you’d let anyone use your body for pleasure other than him. He squeezes until you’re tapping out on his forearms with your eyes rolled up. Growing more aroused by the rapid rising pulse trapped in his grip.
“I’ll teach you a lesson, pretty baby.” Johnny lets go to let you catch your breath, you’re gonna need it. Crawling up your torso, thick thighs surround your head. The bed sinking beneath the weight of his knees at the sides. He fists the hair at the crown of your head, dragging heavy balls up and down the middle of your face. Degrading you like he knows his disrespectful menacing son would.
“That’s what you want? Want to act like a dirty slut for daddy don’t you?” Johnny’s sweet tone turns venomous, dripping malice with each viscous word he spews. “Come on, answer me, tell daddy what a stupid little slut you are.”
Wrapping the base of his length, he pokes at your lips, coughing and nodding as you silently begin to agree. Kissing and licking up the mess of precum leaking from his slit.
“Speak up!” Johnny slaps your cheek with his heavy meat, making it all the more humiliating as you respond.
“I’m..” shutting your eyes to contain the tears ready to melt out under the fiery heat spread across your face, you nod again. “a dumb slut.”
“What was that?” Johnny shifts, clutching your face in his large hand. Shaking your head side to side roughly.
“I’m a dumb slut!”
“WHO’S dumb slut?”
“Daddy!” You wail, arching up as he slides inside of your soaking wet cunt, filling you to the brim without much to prepare you other than your carnal arousal. Johnny’s still too big to handle all at once so suddenly. “Oh fuck! I’m daddy’s dumb slut!”
Johnny can’t deny how much more turned on he feels listening to you degrade yourself. Responding to his commanding tongue like a good girl. He groans, grinding into the heat covering his cock. Taking a hold of your wrists, he pushes them above your head to have complete control over your body.
“Love daddy’s cock so much don’t you? My dirty nasty angel.” Johnny hisses, lifting his hips far back enough for only the tip of his length to remain. Thrusting back in each time for you to feel the entirety of his size filling you up.
“Yes yes!” You whimper, reaching for something only to grab at air with your wrists handcuffed together in his meaty palms. His thrusts never cease, building up to a maddening speed. The only sound past your heavy ragged breaths coming from the loud smack of Johnny’s balls meeting your rim.
“Say it again, come on, pretty baby. Keep telling daddy how much you love his fucking cock.” Johnny growls, biting down on your jaw as he burrows deep inside of you.
Holding your wrists down together in one hand, Johnny grips your throat again with his other. His long fingers snake the expanse of your throat, pushing his weight down on your smaller limbs to lift his upper half higher giving you a full view of his cock plunging in and out coated in glossy slick. Emitting wet sounds and splashes with each glide in.
“D-daddy!” You croak out, trying to catch your breath. Losing your sanity little by little in a daze under Johnny’s merciless thrusts. He fucks with determination, pushing you close to the edge of the bed with each bruising piston of his hips. The back of your neck hangs off, gurgling a breathless shout, you arch up giving him full permission to ruin your hole.
Letting go of your wrists and neck, Johnny hugs around your shoulders sandwiching your body to his. “So good for me, pretty baby, just me. So fucking tight and wet, gonna make daddy cum so fucking hard.”
“Please please daddy,” you cry harder, nipping his cheek, leaving behind a patch of drool. “Please inside of me, please!”
Johnny knows you need to feel full, obsessed with hot cum dribbling out of your hole. A filthy little slut just begging to be fucked and bred. He knew from the day he looked through your blog, chuckling at the amount of creampie and breeding posts.
“Ask for it” he groans, digging his teeth into your neck, gnawing the skin to cover up the marks there with his own.
“Please! Cum inside me! Fill me up! Fill me up!” Kicking his thighs, you cum breaking out in rolls of tremors. Finding the backs of your eyes with the tune of Johnny’s deep growls circling your head as he thrusts one last time. He keeps thrusting, pumping spurt after spurt of cum deep inside your cunt. Plugging it up as he stills and fully drops his upper half on top of you, puffing for air along your throat.
He stays like that for a while, only coming to himself when he feels your weakened hands pushing at his shoulders to roll him off. Propping himself up on his elbows, he takes in your face drained of life, sensing a small pang of guilt. Clueless as to how his son can fuck you so meaninglessly, and how you can enjoy it.
Getting up to grab a few towels, Johnny covers your exposed skin to keep you warm, mumbling something you’re too exhausted to comprehend.
He draws a warm bath in the whirlpool tub, knowing you both could use something to soothe your muscles after that excursion. Mentally cursing for not packing a bath bomb or stress relieving body wash, he’d just have to make due with the shower gel provided by the hotel.
“Come on angel, bath time.” He picks you up effortlessly despite using up most of his energy. Melting away most of the alcohol in his blood by sweating as if he just had a long high calorie burning workout. Johnny helps place your face in the crook of his neck, pulling your thighs around his naked hips. He steps back into the bathroom with the tub now full of steamy hot water, testing the heat to not scold your skin.
Dropping the towel covering your back, he steps in keeping your limp body attached to his front, grabbing on to the edge of the tub to lower down slowly. The hot water stirs you to mumble something against his neck. Shushing you, he scoops some of the water in his palm to pour it down the upper half of your back not immersed.
“Too warm for you princess?” Johnny presses a kiss to your forehead, lightly stroking up and down your spine.
“Like it,” you mewl, licking up the vein lining the column of his throat. “so empty daddy..”
You don’t need to say more for Johnny to understand. Tilting your chin up, he pecks your lips gently, sliding deeper into the tub to place your hips directly on his. Continuing to kiss you as he lifts your bottom up by the backs of your thighs to lower you back onto his length.
“Mmmphh..” Johnny moans against your lips, tempted to thrust up and fuck you again. His cock twitches inside the warmth of your walls wrapping him up snuggly, but he knows you need time to recover.
“Is that better angel?” He whispers, kissing up to your ear. Massaging your lower back until you give up fidgeting.
“So good, perfect.” You nod, falling back into a comfortable position cradled in his arms. Johnny knows exactly what you need after fucking you past the point of feeling alive. Stripping your flesh from your bones to feel you from inside out only to place you back together again better than you started.
“That’s because you’re so perfect.” He coos, pouring some of the shower gel out to clean off the mixture of bodily fluids stuck to your skin. “My good girl, you know I’d never hurt you on purpose.”
Opening your eyes, you wonder what he means by that. Suddenly missing the necklace that was ripped from your throat. Johnny hums expecting a response, reaching lower to dip between your legs where his cocks lodged inside of you.
“..yes daddy..”
“I know how to take care of you best,” he continues, speaking softly. Portraying a much different character when he needs you to succumb, hand over all of your trust. “that’s why it’s important for you to do as I say.”
Johnny finishes by kissing the top of your head, rubbing circles on your clit with two firm fingers. Asking if you’ll be ready for more soon, because you don’t have all night to waste.
His comforting words came off less genuine the more he worked you up. Thrusting up into your core only a few minutes later to fuck you again.
Any exhaustion or sadness Johnny had felt earlier quickly disappeared the longer he fucked you. Milking his cock into late hours of the night until your little body gave out.
He had to laugh, knowing Jeno could never fuck to straight to sleep.
“That’s why you come to me,” Johnny says, kissing your eyelids, thrusting one more time before filling your cervix with another load of cum. “Daddy knows best.”
The next day Johnny insists on taking you shopping to make up for missing your Birthday. It’s difficult to complain when he kisses your lips each time you try.
“I’m really not upset about it,” you say despite following him down the street with your arms attached to his bicep. “I had a lot of fun on my Birthday.”
“With Jeno.” Johnny stares straight ahead, nose twitching enough for the sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose to move.
“He wasn’t too bad, the roller coasters were fun!”
“Hmmm,” Johnny nods, motioning to a jewelry store ahead. “I think a necklace, to replace that cheap thing you had on yesterday.”
“It’s not cheap! There’s sentimental value behind it!” You stomp, rubbing the letter decorating your neck.
“Is that what Jeno told you when he gifted you this piece of tin?” Johnny scoots your fingers away to look over the necklace. Poking the tip of his tongue out as he rubs it between the pads of his fingers. “Used my money to buy this and still couldn’t find something nice. Can’t believe I raised him.”
“I thought.. that you picked it out for me.”
“Sweetie please,” Johnny scoffs, directing you into the store. “I am a man of class. Jeno is still an immature boy. I would never allow that cheap jewelry to touch your beautiful skin.”
“So..” slowing down, you trail off in thought as an employee approaches him to assist with the case he’s looking through.
Jeno’s anger by the end of your day together was beginning to make sense. If he had actually bought you the necklace as a gift, then had he really planned the entire date as well? Johnny seemed to not know what the two of you even got up to on your Birthday.
Jeno had every reason to be mad at you.
“Look at that,” Johnny smiles, draping a thin silver chain on your neck with a diamond heavy enough to caved your chest in. “absolutely stunning. Only the best for my little doll.”
“It’s…a bit much.” You frown, noticing how much less shiny the ‘J’ is in comparison.
“It’s perfect,” Johnny pecks your shoulder, pointing to a pair of earrings in the case. “I’ll take those as well.”
“Johnny please, the necklace is enough!”
“Oh, those are for your mom.” Johnny laughs, a condescending drip crescendos from his throat, fixing you with a snarky look. “Have to get her something for when she starts complaining about Jeno again.”
“Johnny?”
“What is it, princess?”
“Are you going to marry my mom?”
He scoffs, lifting a groomed brown, slowly observing your less than quizzical gaze.
“Now why would you ask me that?” His cheek twitches containing a smirk. “Marriage..”
Johnny rolls his eyes, pulling out a black credit card to pay. “Marriage is prison.”
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Marriage is prison. That’s what Johnny said, shushing you with a wink before leading you to another store. He spoiled you more and more, shoes, purses, perfumes, nothing you asked for.
The only thing you craved was his affection, tangling your fingers through his on the drive home only for him to dismiss your advances by changing the radio. His hand tight on the wheel for the rest of the drive home.
“I can’t believe this!” Your mother’s shouting from the kitchen, clutching her phone. “Johnny just got back! Ugh, don’t call me selfish!”
Jeno rolls his eyes, twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger. Taunting his father from across the table with a grin stretching his lips.
Your mom hangs up, dramatically falling into the seat next to Johnny she typically resides in. “I have to go see my sister this weekend,” she groans, pouting at her boyfriend. “can you come with me darling?”
Johnny sits up clearing his throat, pondering her requests. He begins to shake his head in denial, reaching a foot underneath the table to tap your leg, accidentally grazing Jeno’s as well. “No can do honey, I’m swamped with work after that conference. I have a ton of meetings with patients to catch up on this week and paperwork to sort.”
“Ugh!” Your mother whines, more of a brat than you’ve ever been. Not once wishing you a Happy Birthday or apologizing for missing it. She turns to face you, scrunching her nose up in an ugly way. “My precious daughter will have to accompany me then!”
“Oh, no way,” Jeno sits up interrupting. “you see, we have plans.”
Your mother scoffs, striking him with a fierce glare. “What plans?!”
“I’m going to fuck your daughter all weekend.” Jeno nods with a proud grin. “You’ll have to go visit your sister alone.”
“You’re going to let him speak to me like that?!” She shouts, smacking Johnny’s bicep. He mumbles something lacking interest, quickly excusing himself to deal with important business.
True to his word, Jeno intends to do exactly as he said. The second his father exits the house to drop your mom off at the train station, he drags you to his bedroom.
“I really really can’t stand your mother.” Jeno presses your back to the hallway wall only feet away from his bedroom. Licking up your throat, he sucks wet kisses up and down. “She’s such a bitch seriously, can’t believe my dad’s put up with her this long.”
“Do you think..” Jeno makes it impossible for you to even use your brain. Heavy breath tickles up your jaw, tugging your earlobe between his teeth, he swirls the tip of his tongue in a delicious mind-numbing way through your ear.
“Stop thinking.” Expanding his mouth, he swallows the entirety of your ear. Lapping like a dog in heat, he dips a hand inside your bottoms cupping your core. “You should only be thinking with this. That’s all I’m thinking about.”
He pushes the heel of his palm into your clothed heat, digging the thickest part against your clit. “Beg for it, wanna hear you beg for me first.”
“Jeno, please..” you can’t pretend these moments under his control haven’t become more necessary. Craving for his body to crush yours, craving for his lips to kiss you until your lips bruise and swell.
“Jeno, please,” he mimics, huffing with his mouth hovering yours. “Please fuck me, please ruin my pussy. Please treat me like the dumb whore I am.”
His other hand finds your throat in a familiar fashion, teasing by probing the veins throbbing along the sides. “Leaking right into my hand even with your panties on. I think you want me to fuck you more than you’re willing to admit.”
“Please, please,” you start to whine, breaking at the first tear drop that pours from your eyes. “Please ruin my pussy. Jeno, please fuck me.”
“That’s it, want me to use you don’t you?”
Jeno’s hungry for this, caged like a wild animal at all times when he can’t touch you. Even your mother’s judgemental eyes can’t stop him, he mauls your mouth with an aggressive kiss, pushing his knees into yours to walk the two of you inside of his bedroom.
Not giving a fuck who finds him 9 inches deep, he starts to remove your clothing. Tossing it behind without shutting his bedroom door. At worst your parents would find you again, he could care less.
Jeno pushes you down on your stomach, stretching your arms behind your back to hold you in place. He considers wanting to watch your face as you come undone on his cock, still angry about how your Birthday went, but pleased to see you wearing his gift instead of the overpriced shit his father bought you.
He twists you to look at him over your shoulder by fisting your hair. Licking up the side of your cheek, savoring the salty tears along the way. His forehead digs against the side of yours, gliding between your ass, thinking about fucking you there just to watch you try to endure it. Another day, the next time you piss him off.
Finally the head of his thick cock breaches lower, circling your wet entrance, nudging your fleshy folds side to side to hollow out more space between your thighs for himself.
“P-please, d-don’t tease..” you cry dryly, coughing as your throat dries up from your unforgiving thirst to get dicked down. “Don’t tease me..”
“Hah..” Jeno muses, humming, rolling his hips for you to feel him push in and out just an inch. “You can do it, don’t be so fucking lazy.”
You can’t even feel agitated anymore, taken over by your need, lifting your hips from the bed to push him in more. Biting down on your tongue when Jeno hisses between his teeth, easing his cock deeper in your milking heat. He’s groaning, dragging his lips to your forehead. With your neck held in a strained position, he pushes in the rest of the way. Hips stuttering once he’s finally wrapped in your hot tight heat.
“So fucking h-hot.” Jeno mouths against your forehead. Sounding as desperate as you for once. Enjoying the cramped tight space for a minute, he takes in a deep breath, drawing back before accelerating to a fast pace. “Ah, fuck!”
Jeno reaches his free hand around, teasing your neck just to feel you squirm under him. Lowering to grab at your chest, he tweaks your nipple, pulling as his thrusts start to hit a little harder.
“Love it s-so much! Love how—ah!” Breaking out into a scream, Jeno’s mouth covers yours, swallowing it down. Growling from his chest, filling your lungs with vibrations. He breathes harshly through his nose, sweat trickling down his face to yours creating a nastier mess with your tears.
“Y-yeah baby,” he sighs, dragging his nose up the side of your face. “so fucking good, taking it like my perfect slut.”
Jeno can’t stand the way your pussy has him in a vice grip. No matter how tightly he fists his cock, it can’t compare to your wet hole sucking around him until he cums endless streams. Deliciously sucked dry every time.
Jeno sets a spine breaking pace, going hard and fast, too good with too much experience knowing exactly how to penetrate and fill your core the way you’re going to enjoy best. Only encouraged the more you shout and call out his name.
He can’t take it anymore, planting a wet kiss on your forehead, he pushes you down grabbing a hold of your shoulders. Slamming into you with more vigor falling into a merciless pace.
Screaming at the pull he gives making your back dip only makes him thrust faster. Getting closer and closer to release, more offbeat as he breaks into a string of curses.
Jeno makes the mistake of looking down, moaning at the sight of your swollen wet hole taking and taking. Wrapped and stretched on his girth, sucking around him better than your mouth can.
“Pussy so fucking good for me baby. Little fuck hole to use and fuck over and over.” He says brokenly. Grabbing the backs of your arms for a better hold, “my fucking cock whore, nasty slut.”
“Jeno! Please!” You kick at the bed, sobbing through the powerful orgasm hitting you with his next thrust.
“Fuck! Fuck oh fuck.” Jeno pants loudly, cock pitifully twitching as your cunt sucks around him trying to milk him clean. Unable to control his next few thrusts chasing after his release, Jeno shouts out, dropping his head back. Thick throat on display covered in rippling veins, his chest concaves losing the ability to breathe as endless streams of sticky white spill from his dick.
Falling down jerks his cock out an inch, hissing and biting the back of your shoulder. He thinks he could stay inside of you forever peacefully.
Johnny starts a slow clap leaning against Jeno’s door frame interrupting your come down. Deja Vu hits hard, imagining you must be dreaming because there’s no way this could be happening again.
He struts in already removing his clothing, a shit eating grin stretching his cheeks. “My turn?”
Jeno doesn’t want to move, he wants to keep fucking you. He wants to pretend his dad’s never touched you, that he never messed up what you could have had.
But he also wants to win.
Reluctantly he pulls out, bodily shivering as your cunt sucks him on the way. Setting a kiss on your shoulder, he turns your face to the side leaving another on your cheekbone. “I’ll be here.”
It sounds more like a warning than an affirmation, removing himself from the bed to let his father do whatever it is he came here to do. Ruin his fun.
Turning you on your back, Johnny greets you, stroking his fat cock until it’s fully erect. He clicks his tongue in a disappointed way staring between your legs.
“He’s so mean to you,” he kicks your thighs apart with a knee, laying his heavy hard cock on your stomach. “but that’s how you like it huh?”
“Daddy..” your throat dries up remembering how much worse Johnny’s chokehold is than Jeno’s. Less enjoyable, completely cutting off your airflow. He kisses between your breasts, capturing your lips in a powerful kiss. Always more dominant in leading, he works your mouth open, sucking your tongue between his teeth. Licking the roof of your mouth as he pulls back.
“That’s right angel, daddy’s here.”
He takes the time to rub the fat tip of his cock between your folds. Using your wetness to coat his length with strokes in-between. Johnny dips just the tip in and out of your entrance, gushing out more and more of Jeno’s cum each time until less and less comes out. Only then does he push past your waiting hole, filling you inch by inch never wavering his gaze from yours.
He starts fucking you a little rougher than usual, having something to prove with each penetrating motion. He needs to know you want him more than anything, more than anyone, more than Jeno. Unsatisfied with the way things ended last time, thanks to your mother, he aims each thrust with more force, kissing your cervix with the tip of his length each time.
Sweats pouring down his chest in no time. Making him appear larger and stronger on top of you. Propping one of your legs onto his shoulder, his long built arms flex. The planks of his abdomen crunching and contracting each time he buries the full size of his girth inside of you.
“This is how a real man fucks you pretty baby” he groans, bending forward until your calves by your head. Pushing your hamstrings to stretch painfully. He fucks hard at this new angle, cock drenched, spilling your arousal down to his sack.
Johnny grabs your chin until your eyes stop rolling back, focusing your gaze back on his. He keeps whispering sweet praises about how good you feel, how pretty you always look, how sweet you smell and taste.
It’s always too much with Johnny, it’s always too much with Jeno, but you can never get enough. Johnny tilts your head down to watch your pussy gripped around his size, stretched past your limits with each pummeling thrust.
Licking the sweat pouring down your cheek, Johnny mewls raspily. “So fucking good for daddy. Just for me.”
“Please please please!” It’s more than too much, blabbering things you can’t even understand anymore. Your ears clog up as if you’re on a long flight, making everything foggier and cloudy.
Johnny knows what you’re begging for, reaching between your connected lower halves to find your clit. He pinches it between two fingers rubbing just how you like. Driving you over a deep end with his cock lodged deep inside your cunt. His forehead presses to yours, consuming your mind with the scent of his sweat, his heart beating against your chest, his eyes burning gold from rays of sunlight beaming through the window.
Everything feels heavy, hard to breathe, like hitting an instantaneous high for the first time. Each thrust more impactful than the last, the stimulation to your clit curls your toes. Arching up against his broad frame when your climax hits like a punch to your gut. It’s more intense and mind-numbing than any you’ve had before. Brainless as you shout, slapping and clawing at Johnny’s shoulders.
“I love you I love you I love you!” You cry, breaking down into a mess. Face in pain from the strain of your burst of tears
Johnny’s stunned, pushing his cum in with another thrust, immediately coming to a stop to grab a hold of your face. Breathing thru his nose, he stops your cries with a passionate kiss, calming you down with his soft lips, expertly working to distract you from your breakdown.
Jeno can’t stand around to watch this love fest any longer, sick to his stomach by your untimely confession. He exits his bedroom enraged that his father had to find the two of you in there out of all places. Forever ingraining the image of your ultimate submission to another man, on his fucking bed.
Johnny’s more high than any drug can induce, shot up to the sky by a batch of endorphins erupting through his veins. He coos, shushing you with light kisses all around your face. Holding your limbless body to his chest to comfort you in a way he knows Jeno can’t do for you.
“It’s okay sweet baby, nothing to be embarrassed of.” He reassures you, the same way he would talk to a patient dealing with a crisis. Tickling up your spine and laying wet kisses from your shoulder to your collar until your shaking subsides.
“Sorry..” you mumble, ashamed regardless. Knowing you got too caught up in the heat of the moment losing control of your normalcy.
Maybe this is what all those posts on tumblr about the dick being too good were about..
“Nothing to be sorry about, you did so good for daddy.” Johnny smiles, laying your bodies down on your sides to not create too much friction between your lower halves. Smiling wider at the lack of another presence in the room. “It happens.”
“Can you say it back?” You whisper, hiding your face in his chest. “Even if..you don’t mean it..”
Johnny clears his throat, stiffening up for a second. Quick to mask his initial surprise with a kiss to the top of your head.
“I do love you.” Johnny’s nose scrunches, keeping your face ducked to his chest. He sighs. “Very much.”
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Jeno doesn’t bother to wait for you the next day, his cars already gone by the time you make it outside. Leaving you with no choice but to run to catch the bus.
He does a great job of avoiding you at school as well. Jogging away whenever he spots you enter the same hallway, expertly dodging into a different direction. It’s not like you knew what to even say to him after yesterday.
Still you played with the letter ‘J’ dangling from your neck as you sat in class distracted by your memories of the weekend. Everything had been smooth until Jeno insisted you stop sleeping with his dad.
Why did it matter anyway? He’s not actually your boyfriend…
A sense of stupidity, ‘dumb bitch energy’ consumes your brain as you pace before Jeno’s parked car. Talking to him one on one with the possibility of Johnny interrupting wouldn’t do.
Not that he was going to make it easy for you.
Jeno unlocks his car, pivoting around your figure trying to block his way to the driver’s door. He doesn’t so much as even look your way, nearly making you trip with an ankle crossing yours. He pushes against your hip to shove you off the door.
“Jeno! Please!” You plead, weakly grabbing onto his arm to stop him from getting into his car.
You really shouldn’t poke an angry bear.
Jeno growls from his chest, grappling your body to slam against the door. He looks enraged, the slick spit on lips resembling foam like a rabid animal. “What the fu—“
He stops, lowering his gaze to find the necklace perched between your collarbones. Jeno’s fingers tremble on your shoulders, losing the tension in his spine, he slumps dropping his face to the column of your throat. “I’m so fucking stupid. I’m so so so fucking stupid.”
Picking up the letter between two fingers, Jeno shakes his head slowly. “But you, you’re hopeless. You really believe my father has some type of feelings for you beyond the gigantic ego rub you provide.”
“Jeno—“
“No,” His lips purse together, blinking away the itch behind his eyes from staying up all night. “I can’t believe I started to like you.”
Jeno backs away, dragging his hands through his unwashed hair. Part of him not even wanting to shower this morning in fear of losing the last bits of your perfume stuck to his skin.
“It’s his fault,” Jeno whispers to himself, he swallows looking at you. “he fucked me up so bad. I’ll never be good enough. Why the fuck would you compete with your own child?”
“Jeno, I’m sorry about yesterday, you don’t understand!” You stammer to explain yourself, fretting to get out your apology before he can run away again. “It was a lot for me! I’m still.. I don’t have enough experience, I still get really overwhelmed.”
“Just shut up,” Jeno groans, digging the heels of his palm into his eyes. “you’re so fucking manipulated. If only you could see what I’ve had to fucking see.”
“What do you mean?”
“My dad doesn’t love you, no matter what he says. He doesn’t know how to love anything or anyone but himself, not even me. He loves himself, money, and fucking pretty young girls with no sense of self worth.” Jeno snarls, lowering his gaze down your frame. “Looks like he found the perfect toy with you. He’s kept you around too long, I’ll admit that, but I know it’s only because of me.”
“What—“
“I told you, you’re not the first, and you won’t be the last.” Jeno prods your chest where his necklace sits. “And he didn’t get you that, I did. I’m not like him, I wouldn’t just dress you up like my doll. I wanted to give you something with meaning.”
“I know..” you say, taking a step closer to close the divide between your bodies. Keeping the details to yourself. “I’m sorry, I should have listened to you. You really made my Birthday special..”
“You mean my dad did?” Jeno sneers, kicking at the cement. Stuffing his fist into the pockets of his uniform slacks, his shoulders slump. The tough image he upholds and carries proudly fades for a minute showing a life of damaged innocence, tired of a daily race he can never win.
“No,” hesitantly you reach for his hand, tickling the tips of your fingers down the veins that fade past his knuckles. “I mean you. I know you planned all of that for me. I’m sorry I laughed at you..”
Jeno’s eyes widen quickly, blinking away his surprise in hopes you won’t notice. “Did you just apologize?”
“I did.”
Jeno squints, intertwining his fingers with yours to fully hold your hand. He snorts, pushing your shoulder with his other, hard enough to hit the car door behind you. “If you’re going to learn anything from me, it’s how to stick up for yourself.”
“Against you? I don’t think that’s really fair, you’ve been picking on me for years.”
Jeno hides a smile at that, swinging your hands back and forth. “Exactly, no one will be able to help you defend yourself better than me.”
“You’re literally my tormentor.” You say, pushing Jeno back without so much as a tiny budge.
Pinching your chin, he starts to kiss your bottom lip softly. Eyes half-lidded to watch for your reaction, easing against him, he decides you must like it. Grazing your lips back and forth between his, Jeno licks your upper one, tapping the tip of your nose with his. He waits there just barely kissing you until you push in closer to seal your lips together. Locking lips as you begin to explore each other’s mouths.
He takes time to dip his tongue through every corner, rolling it against yours until a moan escapes from the back of your throat. Jeno grabs onto your hips pressing you firmly to his. Prodding his hardening length against your center to let you know how much he still wants you.
The kiss lasts longer than you expect, Jeno really lathering up saliva in your mouth until it drips out down his chin. He sucks on your bottom lip before taking a step back to look over your flushed face. Smirking and pecking your lips without letting go of his hold on you.
He strokes up to your waist, dipping his fingers in, rubbing his nose against yours.
“In some ways, you’re mine too.”
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“I don’t want to watch that.” Jeno snatches the remote away from you, complaining about how you always put on the dumbest tv shows. “What makes you think I want to watch a bunch of girls crying about their boyfriends cheating on them.”
“Jeno! I was here first!” You argue, attempting to steal back the controller.
It’s always the same with him these days, wherever you go, he ends up following, or vice versa. It’s not necessarily on purpose when you find yourself in Jeno’s bed again night after night. Most of the time you’re not even hooking up, yet for some reason his bed feels nicer than your own. The beat of his heart against your back lulls you to sleep faster than the sound of rain. He feels… right.
Whether you admit it or not, your relationship with Jeno has grown into more than just sex. He clings to you at school, asks for help studying instead of pestering you to complete his work. He’s even shown you how to play some of his favorite games, until you reached a higher score than him and had to suck him off to make him stop sulking over it.
“You can’t just barge in here and take over the tv!” You squeak out trying to reach his arm, dangling the remote further and further away from your grabby hands.
“Why not?” Jeno grins, sitting up straight to stretch out the space between your bodies further. “Isn’t that exactly what I just did? What have I told you about sticking up for yourself?”
“You do realize you’re the only person I have to fight all of the time right?!” Growling more like a newborn puppy than the fierce lion you wish to sound like, you jump up onto his lap. Scrambling to reach higher, using Jeno’s head for an extra boost.
“My eye!” Jeno bites at your hand, catching a finger to dig his teeth in. Throwing you down on the couch when you hiss and lose your balance. He lands on top of you quickly pushing your arms above your head, laying his hips flat against yours.
“This seems familiar.” He says with a coy wiggle of his brow.
Johnny clears his throat at the living room entrance, standing propped on the wall with his arms crossed on his chest. He finds your gaze with an unimpressed glare, quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Oh..” you start, rushing to explain how you ended up beneath his son, again.
“I don’t want to know what’s going on here.” He mutters, tone laced with hostility. “I’m starting to believe the two of you are actually boyfriend and girlfriend at this point.
Jeno licks a fat stripe up the side of your face, smirking his dad’s direction. Pistoning his hips forward to press his erect length against your warmth.
“Then maybe you should stop fucking my girlfriend.”
“What!?!?” You grimace, startled by his response. Turning to shake your head at Johnny. “We aren’t together!”
Jeno sits up, shifting his weight down on your hips. “Yet.”
“Just keep this shit to your bedrooms.” Johnny pipes up, turning monotone. “Your mother gives me enough of a hard time as is.”
Johnny exits before you can explain yourself. Leaving you slumping against the couch disappointed, not that Jeno cares.
“You heard him, let’s go to my room.” He smirks, getting up and hauling you off the couch in his arms. He bends at his knees picking you up without much of a struggle, but wobbling enough to make you shriek.
“I can walk! Put me down!”
“What was that? Throw you over my shoulder??“ he laughs, hoisting your body. Doing a good job of placing your stomach and hips on his shoulder. Bounced as he trudge’s up the stairs carrying you.
“Jeno!”
“What was that? Fuck you until dinner time?” He says in a joking manner. Patting your ass as he steps into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind.
Whatever this routine you’ve fallen into with Jeno is not what you’ve planned for or expected at all. Still expecting for him to harass you over some ridiculous matter instead of hiding his face in your neck.
“Hey, Jeno..”
“Hmm?” He kisses up your stomach, pushing your top lower to suck on your breasts. Often spending nights in his room with your fingers dragging through his scalp as he sleeps on your chest. Becoming his new favorite pillow.
“You’re kind of cute..” you say, nervously biting your lip. His head pops up, dawning an offended and confused look.
“What do you mean kind of?!?”
Playfully growling, Jeno pounces, nipping your cheek and kissing down to your lips. “Tell me I’m extremely cute right now!”
“Ugh! Fine, fine!” You laugh, throwing your head back to give him free room to roam your neck. Kissing over the fresh marks he never lets fade away too much. “You’re super cute!”
Jeno pinches your side, chewing lightly up to your ear with a harmless growl.
“VERY cute!!”
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“Jeno! How many times do I have to—“ Johnny stops at the top of the stares. Eyes landing on Jeno’s figure pressed up against yours too deep in your heated kiss for either one of you to notice his presence. He cracks his neck annoyed, crushing the wooden staircase handle in his grip as he watches. Attentive to the way that not only Jeno’s hands roam your body, but yours are stuffed beneath his shirt. Your knuckles protruding through the material as you grope and feel around.
Despite your lack of honesty, Johnny could no longer deny this thing between you and his son was hardly just blackmail. The tension in the house was far too thick, especially with Jeno doing everything possible for your mother to catch the two of you in the act.
“Jeno!” You jolt at the deep growling call, jerking harshly against the door behind your head surprised.
Jeno sighs, rolling his eyes. He stands straight only to layer featherlight kisses up your cheek. He turns to fix his father with a glare, keeping a firm hold on your waist and hips.
“What?”
Johnny crosses his arms standing large and intimidating, turning his attention to your swollen lips and throat decorated in shiny drool covered bite marks. “I’ve been calling the two of you to come down for dinner for the last 5 minutes.”
He steps closer, sporting an unusual expression of anger. Much different from his typical calm gentle demeanor.
“What’s going on here?” He inquires, tilting his head to the side in a sarcastic manner. “This hardly appears like the forced punishment I was told.”
Jeno taps your chin to lift your head up, nodding with a flat look. “Why don’t you tell daddy what’s really going on here?”
“We’re just..” you mumble, avoiding Johnny’s gaze.
“Fucking around.” Jeno finishes for you, sucking in his cheeks to subdue his irritation. “At least her mom knows about us.”
He hooks your elbow, tugging you away from the wall to follow him down the staircase. Shooting his father a glare behind your head as he wraps an arm around your shoulders.
“Doubt she’d approve of your relationship. Actually dad, I doubt anyone would genuinely approve of your relationship, I’m sure your patient's parents would find this information quite shocking.”
Jeno’s not necessarily threatening his father, but he’s starting to feel fed-up. Tired of this constant competition with his own flesh and blood. Thinking it over after he had to watch his dad fuck you again, he’s started to realize enough is enough.
Nudging your back to keep moving down the stairs, Jeno turns to face his dad, continuing to wave you off until you make your way far enough down to not hear what he has to say.
“You’re going to leave her alone now.”
Johnny smirks like a pompous dick, running the end of his tongue along the space between his lip and bottom teeth. “Is that so son? You think because you’re resorting to threatening me, I’ll give up that easily?”
“No.” Jeno says, he shakes his head. “I’m telling you to leave her alone. You had your fun, but I’m not going to let you fuck this one up. I like her, like..”
Jeno sighs, cracking his neck before glaring at his father. “I really like her. For once, be a good dad and respect my wishes, just once. Just leave her the fuck alone.”
“You really like this one?“ Johnny lets out a sarcastic laugh. Rubbing his chin in thought. “Can’t imagine what a little bitch I raised to fall for my leftovers.”
Jeno expected this. Knowing his father would rather keep this going just to rub his ego until he could no longer contain it.
“Yeah dad, I am a product of your excellent parenting skills.” Jeno starts to turn to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. Stopping to look his father over one more time. “For once put me ahead of your fucking ego, just for once. If you wanted to win, you did. Let me have a normal fucking experience for once in my life.”
Jeno doesn’t wait to hear anything else his dad may have to say. Jogging down, he kisses your cheek telling you everything’s okay.
Dinner kicks off bumpy as usual. Your mother lost in her own ego spewing on about how badly she needs a vacation, all the while missing the tight lock in Johnny’s jaw. His lack of engagement and enthusiasm, acknowledging her conversation with no more than a “humm” every now and then.
“We should start planning something for summer, when the kids are out of school. We can do something as..” she pauses. Averting her gaze to where Jeno’s head lays on your shoulder showing you something on his phone. Her nose twitching up in disgust from how happy you look. “..a family.”
Johnny perks up at that, shaking his head dramatically like he can’t handle this discussion any longer. “We have to talk.”
Concern draws your mother’s brows together. Jeno pauses the video of baby kittens for the both of you to hear what his dad has to say.
“I think this would be best for us to talk about in private.” He says clearing his throat. Johnny takes a minute looking over your neck, missing sight of the necklace he gifted you with. Adorned now by nothing but love bites from his son and a chain with the letter ‘J’ dangling. Noting your now bare earlobes as well, the way Jeno’s more sat in your chair than his own. His stomach churns wondering to himself exactly when his son one upped him..
“Darling, it’s okay! We’re a family now.” Your mother comforts him, squeezing his shoulder before he shakes his head again. Johnny removes her touch, the hollows of his cheeks twitch.
“We are not a family. In fact..” he sighs, pursing his lips as he meets your gaze thoughtfully. Nodding to himself, he winks with his right eye, out of your mother’s line of sight. “I think it’s time we end this.”
Sitting up to grab his shoulder again, your mother appears even more lost now. “Do you want dessert now honey?”
Johnny swallows, turning to fully face her. “I don’t see a future for us beyond this. It’s better we move on now. Our relationship has run its course.”
“Johnny, wha—“
“Don’t feel rushed to move out.” He stands, patting your mom on the arm. “Take all the time you need, but I can’t do this anymore. I’ll stay in one of the guest rooms until you find a new place to live.”
He turns, exiting the dining room without sparing you another look. Your mother flabbergasted as she rushes after him shouting in tears, pleading for him to change his mind.
“Wow,” Jeno raises his brows, settling back into his seat fully. Impressed and shocked that his father actually listened. After years of traumatizing him and destroying his confidence, he finally listened. “I knew that was coming but..”
“Did he just..” you’re too shocked yourself, thinking out loud under your breath. Aching from your gut to the left side of your chest. “..break up with me?”
“Hey,” Jeno tweaks your chin, poking the center until you lift your eyes to meet his. “What did I tell you about my dad?”
“But..” your lip wobbles, sniffling as the first batch of tears spill down your cheeks. “But why?! What did I do?!”
Jeno lets out a long sigh, clicking his tongue to deter his annoyance. “Hey hey,” he turns to face you, cupping your cheeks to smooth away the wet tracks pouring down past your jaw. “He’s not worth your tears. Don’t give him that satisfaction, even he would agree you’re too pretty to cry over some old fuck.”
“Wha-what about..about..us..” you sniffle, too embarrassed to hold his gaze any longer.
“I’m here.” Jeno’s cheeks light up with a bright blush reaching under his eyes. He shakes his head a few times. “I told you, my dad and I aren’t the same. I’m not going anywhere.”
“You’re not?” You ask, lower than a whisper. Thankful for Jeno taking the lead as he lifts your face up again to brush the tip of his nose against yours.
“Maybe he’s done with you, but I’m not.” Jeno smirks, licking his lips before setting a soft barely there kiss on your upper lip. “I want more.”
“Really?”
“Maybe I want..” Jeno scans over your face, his eyelids weighing down on his pupils, half masking his dark eye color. Something you’ve noticed over time whenever he’s upset or frustrated. He blinks in deep thought for a moment, rubbing your bottom lip back and forth. “I want a lot more.”
“With me? Even after..” you start to trail off. Unable to admit your wrong doings.
“I must be insane,” Jeno nods, taking in your teary eyes. “No yeah, I’m definitely insane.”
Having to accept a while ago he still wanted to be with you even if his dad was too. Knowing he may never get past that, he’s willing to give it a shot. “But..”
He traces a finger down the slope of your nose, tapping the tip as he makes way to your lips. Tracing the now damp plump lining of your mouth. He also had to accept maybe this is what he always wanted. If he had reacted differently to his initial feelings, maybe his father would have never had the chance to get to you first..
“Tell me you like me.” Jeno says with a flat expression now. That worry in his eyes faded away, concentrated on your mouths small movements with each release of air.
“Jeno,” you struggle to speak a little with his finger still rubbing at your upper lip. Feeling a heated flush fill your cheeks. “I really..I like you a lot.”
“A lot..” he smiles, seeming relieved after you say it. His shoulders slump, dipping the pad of his finger down to your tongue. He follows the action with a searing kiss, rubbing his tongue across yours. Adding a gag with his finger pushing in. Pulling it out just to create a track of saliva down your chin. He tugs your bottom lip between his teeth. Sucking until a moan tickles his eardrum.
Jeno doesn’t know what feels better anymore. Knowing he beat his father for the first time, or knowing you actually like him.
“Say it again.” He says between another overpowering kiss. Pushing his tongue in and out of your mouth until strings of drool drop to your chest. You mumble, moreso babbling incoherently ‘I like you, I like you, I like you.’ between his mouth suctioning around your tongue.
He sighs breathily, chest visibly rising and falling. Pushing a thumb inside of your mouth to suck on. He knows when his cock twitches, he’s never wanted to fuck you more than now. He knows he won’t have to wonder anymore if you’re thinking about someone else while he’s buried inside of you.
He knows now he was always right, you’d end up being his one way or another.
Jeno smiles, a cockyness lifting his lips higher at the corners. An ego his father raised and groomed to be just as terrible as his own levitates higher, practically lifting him right out of his seat.
⇢ Synopsis: When you get fired, Johnny tells you that all your idol fuck buddies will take care of you. You don’t feel good about just taking their money, so Johnny suggests being an exclusive cam girl for your idols, and he helps you for your first session.
⇢ Pairing: Johnny x reader ( featuring : Jaehyun from NCT, Mark from Got7)
⇢ Genre: smut.
⇢ Warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, taunting, ‘daddy’, good girl vs bad girl, sex with condoms, BIG DICK Johnny, :)
⇢ Word Count: 2.9k
⇢ Tropes/AU’s: cam girl reader, poly idols, idols sharing a fuck buddy, dirty boy idols,
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“You know we’re all going to support you.” Johnny says, taking a seat next to you to engulf your crying form in a warm hug. He smells like Jaehyun, and you worry that maybe they’d been together when you’d called to tell Johnny you’d been fired and needed him.
“I can’t ask you guys to do that for me.”
“Support you?” Johnny laughs as if you’re being crazy. “Supporting you is what friends do.”
Except he’s not really your ‘friend’, and supporting doesn’t mean simply being ‘a shoulder to cry on’.
“You’re not my sugar daddies.”
You hear Johnny scoff. “The necklace you’re wearing would beg to differ.”
And yet we haven't done anything to protect students at school where they go to learn, but letting crazy ass killers in so easily and buy weapons still has people puzzled. Like mf, either higher upper politics act now, or it'll keep continuing 😑
