warnings: smut! a happy birthday blowjob!, slight nipple play
you tiptoe quietly into your shared bedroom with johnny!, making sure yuta, doyoung, jungwoo, mark, and haechan all stay as quiet as possible as you planned to surprise him with his birthday cake.
3…2…1…
“surprise!,” you all shout, piling into your bedroom, ready to sing happy birthday to your boyfriend, only to see him in all his glory, butt ass naked, sitting right at the edge of your bed, birthday party hat placed meticulously on top of his large cock.
“oh my god!,” you yelp, halting your footsteps as your boyfriend desperately scrambles under the covers. a burst of commotion suddenly taking place.
“we saw nothing!!!,” mark lies, hand covering his face.
jungwoo standing there shocked at the image that burns in his head. taking a mental note to try this in the future.
doyoung and haechan doubled over in laughter, clutching their stomachs.
meanwhile, yuta makes his way past you and towards your boyfriend for a fist bump, “nicee,” he compliments him, grinning from ear to ear.
johnny cannot believe what is happening right now.
“well, nothing you all haven’t seen before,” he says breaking the tension in the room, keeping his confidence intact, causing you all to burst out laughing at the scene that just unfolded. you swore doyoung and haechan could no longer breathe as you continued to sing happy birthday in between laughter.
“-happy birthday to youuu!,” haechan throws the birthday gift they had brought to your boyfriend, quickly yelling out a “okay! were going now, enjoy your birthday. byeee!,” all of them scurrying out the door as quickly as possible, finally leaving you and johnny alone.
“that’s one way to kill the mood,” he pouts, putting the gift bag to the side as you made your way over to him, placing the cake down on the nightstand.
“sorry,” you chuckle, “they wanted to come and surprise you, 30’s pretty special,” smiling sheepishly as you made your way over to him, gently pulling the covers off and looking at his artwork — birthday hat sitting on top of his pretty dick, too small to cover his entire length, his balls hanging out.
“like what you see?,” he smirks, “very good choice of a birthday hat babe, but i think it might be too small on johnny jr.,” you tease, leaning in to give him a quick kiss.
johnny grabs your hips, deepening the kiss before easily lifting you up, arms protruding, and sitting you on his lap. his lips back on yours in a second, he feels you smile through the kiss, “mhm, i think johnny jr. is waiting for his bday present,” he grins, making you roll your eyes playfully.
“yeah?,” you smirk, littering kisses down his neck, “and what does he want?,” you say, pushing your boyfriend down to his pillows, as you make your way lower and lower, leaving trails of kisses down his chest, to his abs, stopping at his v-line.
johnny’s breath hitches as you get closer and closer to his cock, the party hat feeling more and more restricting, “your mouth,” he groans in response.
carefully lifting the birthday hat up, you finally remove the restriction, freeing his pretty pink cock, large and plump, pre-cum leaking all over. johnny leans over to his night stand, dipping his hand on the bday cake before wiping the frosting on his dick and smirking at you, “all yours baby,” he teases, cheshire smile on display, making you giggle.
johnny sighs in pleasure as your hand wraps around his length, kitten licking the frosting off of his dick, eyes locked directly on his, “tastes so good,” you moan, the crude behavior making his cock twitch in your hand. you smirk, placing a soft kiss on the side of his dick before taking the tip in your mouth, sucking gently, “aghhhh,” he groans breathily.
you keep licking and lightly sucking like it was a lollipop until his large hand came in contact with your head, pushing you lower and lower, taking him in until you could no longer fit him in your mouth, tears brimming in your eyes at his size.
you breathe slowly through your nose, large cock hitting the back of your throat as you push away the urge to gag.
slowly, you start bobbing your head up and down, taking your time, as your boyfriends deep moans sends tingles straight to your pussy, “quit teasing,” he warns, hips thrusting, making you whine around his cock. the vibration making him feel lightheaded.
johnny clutches your hair, controlling the pace — head moving faster as you try to keep up, sucking on his cock, spit getting everywhere as his groans became louder and louder.
your hand come in contact with the base of his dick, twisting the area your mouth couldn’t reach, “g-god fuck babe, just like that,” johnny praises, letting you do your thing as his arm came to support the back of his head, watching you intently — the sight pushing him towards his nearing orgasm.
your free hand starts playing with his balls, lightly squeezing, “s-shit, baby, wait-,” he whines, losing his composure. you were so fucking good at this. “aghhhh baby stop-,” he hisses before pushing you off of him. he quickly gets up, holding on to the bed’s headboard as he pumps himself to finish.
you follow his dick like a moth drawn to the light and he shoots his load right on your face, “ahhhh, fuuck,” grunting at his release, you keep your mouth open to catch some of his juices.
johnny makes sure most of his cum lands on your face. he loves watching it drip down your cheeks before collecting it with his thumb and sticking the juices in your mouth, “suck,” he orders, smirking down on you. you suck his thumb clean, eyes locked on his darkening gaze, finishing it off with a pop, “good girl,” he praises, kissing you.
“i have another surprise for you,” you pull away, whispering against his ear, before removing your clothes, showcasing the red lingerie you bought just for the special occasion.
johnny smirks, pushing you back on the bed and making his way on top of you, “you’re so fucking sexy,” he says gently pushing the lingerie’s strap, off your shoulder. your nipples hardening as it hits the cold air, you copy his actions, fingers digging into the cake on the nightstand beside you, and messily spreading it on your chest.
you were a sight to see — with you under him, hair gracefully spread across the bed, lipstick stained from sucking his cock, red lingerie hugging your body and your gorgeous breasts out just for him, he can’t help but admire, “so fucking beautiful,” he compliments, large hands squeezing your tits together, your back arching towards him, craving more of his touch, “and all mine,” he grunts, diving in and harshly sucking on your titty, his free hand playing with the other, tongue wiping your chest clean, “johnny-,” you moan, pussy aching to feel him.
he grinds down on your clothed core and your hips raises up, wanting so badly to feel him inside you, “see how much effect you have on me baby?,” he groans making you feel his already hardening cock.
“now, hold your tits together for me, beautiful,” he smirks as you do whatever the birthday boy wishes.
johnny makes his way directly above you, cock sliding in between your breasts.
it was going to be a long night.
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an: happy 30th to my man, my man, my mannnn, johnny suh<3 (p.s. he’s actually one of my ult biases >.<)
