NO NAME
Pairing: Johnny (NCT) x reader x Jinyoung (GOT7)
Genre: Series | Smut | Angst | Fluff
Warnings: abuse, depression, toxic friendship, established relationships (?), mentions of self harm, messed up everything (you'll get it as you read it)
Words: 10.5k
PART 1 | PART 2
“Johnny, you know, this is a bad idea?” your eyes ran over your tipsy best friend.
“Why? I see nothing bad about this idea.”
“You’re asking me if you could sleep with my closest girlfriend, I see nothing good about it?” you tore the glass from his hand, when he filled it. His eyes were pierced somewhere behind you, you didn’t need a second guess to know they were pierced at her.
“Look at her!” he sighed and you almost felt bad for him.
“Why? You want to tell me you’re in love with her or you want to tell me the drinks that you consumed in the past hour are telling you to fuck someone and she’s the only one you haven’t slept with yet in this house?” you shook your head in disbelief. That was the line he promised not to cross years ago. Want to hook up with literally anyone? ‘You do you but don’t touch my closest girlfriend’ you told him back in school, after his hormones told him it’s a good idea to hook up with your at the time best friend Naya, ruining your friendship. He never wanted to see her again, and all she could ever talk and think about was him. At the end the only common thing that was left between you two was Johnny and this was really not something you wanted to have as a common interest.
“No, not the only one.” he chuckled giving you that light drunken smirk you’ve seen million times. The undone two buttons of his black shirt that were perfectly emphasising his skinny build and the hair strands that hung over his forehead messily were the two signs Johnny was all out tonight. You knew it and you knew it worked, you could practically feel every girl that looked at him drool.
“Oh, so you’re in love?” you tried to hide bitterness in your voice but felt like you failed. Thanks to his drunken state it went unnoticed.
“No, all I’m saying there’s another option too.”
“Great, then you can go.” you stretched your arms out to the side, signalling for him to leave.
His feet moved towards you, making you guess he wanted to say goodbye properly. Johnny’s hand touched your neck, resting his forehead against yours, making it feel weird to have his warm skin on your neck.
“That other option is you, you dumbhead.” he spoke quietly. “As long as you’re still strongly against it…” you didn’t let him finish.
“Yes I am, I don’t want you falling in love with me and then running after me all your life after you’ll have the best sex.” you said quickly, pushing him by the shoulder.
“Oh that,” he laughed in the specific manner, you could only name the Johnny Suh manner “it would never happen, you don’t have to worry.” he continued laughing, throwing his head back. You debated whether punching him into his solar plexus was a great idea? Would he sense anything weird..? Like maybe you were a tiny bit offended and bitter about what he said? “So you’re saying yes?” he snapped back in a second.
“No, I said no!” you shook your head walking away from him.
“Y/n, come on!” he whined, making you wonder how badly in need of a pussy he was? “What if we’ll actually work out? Maybe we’ll click in an instance and date. She won’t bother you like that friend did.” he walked quickly right behind you.
“May-be.” you pointed out, showing two syllables with your hands. “I didn’t notice you click every time you meet her or talk to her before?”
“Okay, let me prove this to you.”
“Prove what?” you turned around, catching him by surprise.
“I’m sure we’ll date after this.” now they obviously would, you thought to yourself.
“That would be even worse.” You made a discussed face expression. “She’ll ask me things like ‘what Johnny likes to eat for breakfast? how does Johnny wipe his ass? do you know by any chance how he likes his dick sucked?’” you tried to imitate her voice.
“Wait, are you already hating on your best friend just because I said we’ll date?” he smirked and suddenly you felt like he was faking his drunkenness through the whole evening.
“I’m not hating, I just know how it goes. I’ve always been a friend of the handsome guy every girl wanted. You never were in my shoes, you never answered the same question 50 times a day. ‘Hi, I think I heard you’re friends with Johnny, d’you know by any chance if he has a girlfriend?’ She’s the only one that never asked about you! Don’t take that away from me! And as an added bonus, I don’t want to third wheel you two every day. You two are my best friends, that would be a hell party I don’t want to join.” you concluded.
“You made me join the hell party when you dated Taeyong!” he said sounding too high pitched.
“Oh excuse me?” you felt worked up in a click. “I dated Taeyong for a month, you saw him 5 times. It was the third time you met him when you worked out we were hanging out romantically, and on the 5th you decided it was great to make unfunny jokes about me. Poor guy left quicker than I could blink, and he wasn’t even someone you knew. You never spoke to him, except for that time you ruined everything, and you’re saying you were in hell?” vivid memories of the most embarrassing night in your life made your face get even redder than it already was.
“Not my problem the guy can’t work out what’s joke and what’s not. Anyway he had a weird face.”
“I liked him! I wasn’t suggesting for you to date him!” you fought back at the memories of your failed relationship. “I did like someone for the first time and you made it about you! I’m asking you just for this, to not ruin something I have. Something in life that’s mine and not ours or yours that I’m allowed to use.” you felt tears prickle your eyes, holding back. You hated the idea of fighting with Johnny, you hated the idea to fight with him over your best friend like that.
“Okay. I get it, I’m sorry, I’m selfish. I know I should care more about you, I’m the older brother, I’m sorry, I won’t do that.” he moved closer and hugged you, sliding his hands over your back.
“I’ll go home.” you said, not willing to hug him back.
“I’ll walk you.”
“Im fine.” you smiled awkwardly. “As long as you don’t sleep with Sieun, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” he nodded and rubbed your hair. “Text me when you’ll get home.”
“Yeah.” you nodded and he stood aside, allowing for you to walk out of the room, and then, out of the house. You needed the lonely walk, you needed to get fresh air in your system.
-
“So where are the stories? Why am I here and not listening to your sex experience of the week?” you stumbled over his shoes that were standing in front of his bed for some weird reason.
“Huh?” Johnny dropped his body on the bed.
“You’re sick? STD finally got you?“ You chuckled and sat next to him.
“Ha-ha, very funny.” he rolled his eyes.
“So there’s just no more girls in the radius of 40 kms that could agree?”
“Come on, drop it. I missed you.” his hand found your leg, caressing it’s lower part “We’re BBFs and you left me just like that! For a whole week? That’s just cruel.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I hope the trip at least was fun.”
“It was! Family gatherings are cool when your step-uncle is a 29 year old super sexy college professor in literature with a cute face.” you grimaced a smile of pleasure.
“What!?!” he sat up next to you “The… what was his name again? That weird guy…? The one that went with books in his hand every day wherever he was? With glasses? Wasn’t he like unlikable?”
“Huh? Looking back, all of us were unlikable. I don’t get what’s with you disliking every male that’s around me. ” you shook your head “Plus, he changed, I haven’t seen him in a while. Technically we’re not even family anymore, I mean we’re not even blood related.”
“So you were fucking your not blood related family member who happens to be a bloody nerd, while I was here all by myself? Counting every day till you come back?! Crying on my own?” he held his palm to his heart, trying to look as if he was shot.
“First of all, he’s a super sexy nerd with a six pack. The glasses, if you’re interested, are giving him extra points! Second of all, he’s not family! He’s a very young brother of my moms ex-husband, she just happens to still keep in touch with him, that’s why he came. And no, I wasn’t fucking him.” a lame joke of ‘he fucked me’ came up in your head, but you held back “I… well I’d like to keep that private since you look like you’re about to bite my neck off!” you chuckled, punching him on his shoulder lightly. “And if you missed me… you could’ve at least given me a hug when I came!” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“But did YOU miss me? I mean, did you have time to miss me while you were doing god knows what with that guy.”
“Of course I did, didn’t you just say we’re BFFs!” Johnnys hand found your shoulders pulling you towards him and then on him, when he dropped his body onto the bed, making half of your body lay on top of him.
“Best friends forever.” he sang lowly while falling.
Your hands found his waist when you felt shivers on your back from the unexpected fall.
“So will you tell me?” he asked, moving you a little back from his body in a couple of minutes.
“Tell you what?” you let go of him, moving hair from your face.
“What happened between you and your uncle?”
“Fucking hell, don’t call him my uncle, it makes me want to throw up. He’s almost our age, just call him Jinyoung.”
“Oh, right, Jinyoung.” he said making venom spit out with his mouth.
“Not Jinyoung.” you imitated the tone of his voice. “Just Jinyoung.” you said normally, biting your cheek to hold back a smile.
“Oh my fucking god!“ Johnny pushed you to the other side of the bed. “You’re in love with your fucking uncle! I can’t believe I’m allowing a pervert to lay in my bed.” he tried to make a throwing up expression, pushing you away every time you tried to roll back to him. His room was cold at the end of the day, you needed your favourite human radiator.
“Stop saying he’s my uncle!” you laughed, trying to move back, but he grabbed your fingers with his, not letting you.
“So tell me how far did you two go? Is he fine with fucking his brothers ex-wife’s daughter? Is he as kinky as you are?” he chuckled but seemed serious.
“We didn’t fuck, please stop! Just maybe…” you almost began speaking, when he stopped moving, turning on a full on serious mode and making you shy. Johnny was the one to talk about his sex experiences, you weren’t a big fan of that.
“Maybe what?” his body hovered over you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe because of his heavy body against your stomach.
“I don’t want to talk about it in detail. You’re better at this!” you pushed him off you, taking a normal breath.
“You were just fine talking about in detail when that guy wanted ana…” you closed his mouth with your palm.
“There’s a big difference between wanting something and doing it! Plus I told you this when I was drunk!“
“But you did do it.” he smirked.
“Shut up!” you whined, feeling heat crawl over your face “I thought we agreed to never bring this up!”
“It’s just you and me, no one else heard of it anyway.”
“I’m getting cold sweats.”
“Why? Want to do it again? Or did Jinyoung do it? Getting cold sweats at the new memories?” he laughed.
“I knew if I’d just open my mouth you’ll bully the shit out of me.”
“I’m sorry, I just thought you trust me, I won’t force it.” he laid back down on his side of the bed.
“Okay.” you nodded your head, closing your eyes to rest after your little fight. “So were you crying every evening for real?”
“Dude, yes. Every time you ignored my messages for more than 3 minutes. At least now I know it wasn’t because you hated me, it’s because you were sucking your uncle’s dick.” he laughed loudly, making you jump up.
“You little shit!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow onto his head, trying real hard to choke him.
“So you’re not saying you didn’t?” He was trying to fight back so you sat atop of his stomach, pushing onto it harder than before.
Phone ringing stopped your act, making your eyes land on the device. “Sieun” you read out loud. “Why Sieun is calling you?” you asked confused, finally realising that Johnny’s hands were holding onto your thighs.
“Fuck.” he exclaimed, letting go of you, throwing the pillow away, making you fall off him too in one swift motion. He picked up the phone and ran out of the room immediately.
What the fuck? You thought to yourself, debating if you should eavesdrop or not. Unfortunately, he came back much quicker than you expected, having his normal face expression.
“So…? Want to tell me why my best friend called you…? Or maybe since when you have her phone number…? Or maybe what you talked about that couldn’t be discussed in front of me…?” you asked all those questions getting flashbacks of the night three months ago when he asked you if he could sleep with her. “What the hell, Johnny?” you sat up on your knees, squinting your eyes.
“Oh, that, I can’t tell you.” he chuckled and booped your nose like you’re a puppy.
“My birthday gift..? You’re joining forces to set me a killer party?” he bit his cheek giving away that you guessed it right.
“I’m not saying.” he shook his head no, sitting on his bed.
“Okay, I’ll ask her.” you shrugged.
“Wait, so can you give me your new fuck friends phone number? I know you’d like to sit on his dick on your birthday.”
“Fuck. Off.” you sighed, closing your eyes with your hands.
“Oh, Y/n, I love you too.” he laughed, finally letting you breathe.
-
to: John
“did you find a girl you’ll fuck on Saturday?”
from: John
“I rarely find them prior.”
“Why?”
“You got someone?”
to: John
“It’s just that I’m going to take Sieun with us, she said she’ll probably bring a guy over…”
from: John
“she will?” his message came through quicker than the one you were typing.
to: John
“Oh Johnny, please don’t cry right in the middle of a club when you’ll see her with someone.”
“When I’ll die, I’ll write in my will that you can fuck her freely.”
from: John
“you want me to bring some1 just bc she’s bringing some1?”
to: John
“No, maybe I’ll bring someone too. I just kindly thought of you in advance.”
from: John
“do I know him?”
to: John
“not sure.”
from: John
“tell me the name?”
to: John
“you’ll see with your eyes in two days.”
“I can’t know every person you know.”
from: John
“k, I’ll think what can I do to not bother you.”
to: John
“you’re my otl how can you bother me TTTTTTT”
from: John
“bye!” you chuckled, throwing your phone to the side of your table, getting back to work.
-
“Looking good, Y/n!” Johnny said looking you up while you were walking towards him.
“You too.” you smiled at him, taking in his handsome face. Johnny’s casual partying attire was on - a shirt tucked into pants, hair perfectly styled yet, before he drinks enough to become an even bigger flirt than he already is.
“I see nothing worked out, you’re alone.” you sighed, looking around the entrance of the club.
“I see nothing worked out for you too?” he laughed but stopped when noticed you didn’t laugh with him.
“He’s just parking his car, I saw you lonely thought I’ll make you company.” you smiled, making your lips into a thin line.
“Okay okay, I’m excited to see the guy. A car, plus you’re all dressed up for him. Is his dick that big?” he asked suddenly, turning his head to you and waiting for your reply. You were about to punch him, swallowing a chuckle.
“Well, no one complained before so I guess you could say that.” you widened your eyes, looking behind Johnny. Jinyoung stood there invisible to your eyes for a couple of seconds due to their height differences.
“Huh?” Johnny turned around with a grin, wiping it off his face the second his eyes ran over Jinyoungs face. He probably recognised him. “Is that the person you said you’ll bring over?” you wondered how did he not get a whiplash from turning his head to you this quickly.
“Yeah.” you nodded shamefully, feeling bad for not telling him earlier.
“You’re Johnny, right? I remember you from when the both of you were so young and would hang out on the backyard of my parents house on the weekends every time they had those gatherings.”
“You weren’t much older, Jinyoung.” you chuckled, smiling like an idiot. You opened your eyes, seeing a question on Johnny’s face, wiping the smile away.
“Right.” he smiled at you and you stuck. Johnnys cough took you from Jinyoungs gaze.
“So you’re Jinyoung, the uncle? What happened in your life you ended up dating your niece?”
“I see you became the funny guy?” Jinyoung seemed unaffected with Johnny, you sighed, but still stared at him with a death glare, but he didn’t dare to look at you.
“We’re not dating, Johnny. He’s not my uncle too. I just invited him to hang out with us today since it turns out he lives not far from you.” you smiled kindly finally seeing Johnny’s eyes on you.
“But didn’t you…” you pinched his hand as soon as he opened his mouth, not letting him finish whatever sentence he was ready to say.
“I’ll kindly ask you to change the topic before I punch your teeth out.” you threatened, letting go of him, getting a light chuckle from Jinyoung.
“Okay, okay.” he rolled his eyes focusing on something. “Oh, Sieun, you’re finally here, thank god.” he sighed.
“Oh, you’re Jinyoung, right? Nice to meet you.” she bowed politely, looking over you three, shaking hands with Jinyoung.
“You know him?” Johnny asked confused.
“Well, Y/n told me.” she looked confused.
“You told her but didn’t tell me? How come she knows that you’re with him and I don’t?!” he furrowed his eyebrows, leaning closer to you, as if you weren’t able to hear him.
“Sieuna, where’s your friend?” you ignored him, asking.
“Oh, that, never mind, he dumped me.” she looked over at Johnny, probably asking him internally why was he alone too but he was too dumb to guess it.
“I think we can go? D’you know by any chance anyone in there?” you asked Johnny and turned to the entrance. Sieun and Johnny moved towards the entrance too. You wanted to turn around to see where Jinyoung was, feeling his fingers fall onto your waist the next second.
“I guess there could be someone inside I know.” Johnny turned around to you, lifting his arm to put over your neck like he usually did, noticing Jinyoungs hand on your waist. He tried to hide his awkwardness but couldn’t make it slide unnoticed by you. He scratched his neck with that hand, hiding it in the pocket the next moment.
-
“Excuse me, I need to tell you something.” Johnny chimed into your conversation with Jinyoung, grabbing your wrist and pulling you from him before you could even realise.
“Whats so urgent?” you pulled your hand form his hold, taking a step from him.
“When you were planning to tell me!?”
“Tell you what?”
“That you’re with him?”
“Maybe because I was expecting you saying dumb shit about him being my uncle?”
“But he fucking is!”
“He fucking was! And for how long? For three fucking years, when we were 10, how does that even count? You were ready to slide your hands down your cousins panties when she came to your family house after a glow up. And she is your blood related relative. Jinyoung is just a guy I like, that’s it, nothing mo…” he stopped you half way through the sentence.
“So you like him and all that?”
“Yes I do, what’s wrong with that?” you furrowed your eyebrows. Johnny’s eyes ran over the club, coming back to you.
“I don’t think he’s a great match to you.”
“Why?” you tried to hear him out at least.
“He seems to be the slug that fucks everyone that comes to his lectures in skirts above the knee.”
“Oh, Johnny, drop it, he’s not.”
“Did he tell you this?” he leaned in.
“No, I just know. He’s a nice person. He’s not into one night stands. If he was, he would’ve not reached out to me after we came back to city.”
“So you did sleep with him on that trip?”
“No, I meant that it’s fucked to have one time sex with someone you know.”
“Exactly. Don’t do dumb things.”
“It’s not one time, even if we’ll sleep with him.”
“So he likes you too and you’re already planning your little children?”
“I don’t know, he’s just nice. If something will happen, I’ll make sure you find out about it 4th.”
“Why 4th?”
“Sieun will have to hear about it before you.” you laughed and left him standing alone.
“What happened?” Jinyoung’s low voice and hot breath next to your ear made you shiver.
“Just typical Johnny.” you shook your head, trying to get the conversation out of your head.
“I’m surprised you two are still as unbreakable as ever.” he smiled and you felt your insides clench.
“I don’t want to talk about Johnny, let’s talk about you.” you tilted your head as if you were a curious puppy. He chuckled lowly and nodded.
“Okay.”
“Want a drink?” you suggested, moving your body closer to the edge of the seat, reaching out to a bottle that was standing there.
“I drove us here, remember?”
“Fuck.” you sighed, pouring dark liquid into the glass and then emptying it with one gulp. “So you’re the hot responsible guy?” you leaned in to him.
“Maybe.” he grinned, making you feel his hands on your waist and cheek.
“How did you end up being a professor?”
“I always liked literature and then it just happened. I thought you knew I liked books.” he moved you closer, breathing in your air. His hand slowly moved from your waist to your butt. You felt warmth spread over your body. You were ready to burn just from this.
“In fact I did know that.” you smiled and turned more to him, making him lean against the seat freely and caress your butt more. “Does every professor look like this or you’re the finest one?” you brushed your lips against his, he smirked, not replying. “If I’ll come over, promise to fuck me over your working table.”
“A suggestion I have to decline.” his fingers ran over your cheek making you shiver.
“Why?” you pouted.
“Responsibilities.” his eyes ran over your face.
“But will you fuck me in the bathroom of this club?”
“Okay.” he replied quickly, smashing his mouth against yours.
-
Jinyoungs hand gripped tightly onto you, walking you right to where he guessed was bathroom. Your eyes were pierced onto his back trying to contain your excitement. The door was surprisingly open, and he pulled you in there, locking it afterwards.
“You’re for real going to do it?” you bit your lip when you felt his fingers run through your collarbone.
“We’re going to do it.” he looked you in the eyes, walking towards you, making you hit the sink with your butt.
“What about responsibilities?” you asked, feeling his fingers on your butt. “What if your students are in here?” he sat you on the sink, placing himself between your legs. You ran your fingers down his chest, swiping them through his stomach, to get to his bulge. Flexing your fingers around him, you lifted your head up, noticing him watch your actions. “I wish the floor of this bathroom wasn’t this nasty, you’re missing out on the best head of your life.” you smiled, sliding your hand up and down.
His hand moved lower from your collarbone to your chest, forcing the dress you wore reveal one of your breasts in one quick motion. He squeezed it with his hand, staring you in the eyes. Your hand stroked him properly now and you were waiting for him to finally do something to you, feeling him harden under your touch. A knock on the door made you jump, while Jinyoung didn’t even flinch.
“Fuck, we’re short on time.” he said suddenly, letting go of you. His palm found yours, pulling you off the sink. “Turn around.” the commanding tone of his voice made you want to moan.
You did as he pleased, watching his actions in the mirror. His fingers moved lightly, leaving featherlight touches on your skin and moving your hair to one side. His lips left wet kisses on your shoulder, hugging your waist tightly with one hand, and playing with your nipple with the other. Your hips jerked against his, wishing to feel more of him. When his lips reached the crook of your neck, you moved your head to the side, giving him more access, but he refused, letting go of you completely. You opened your eyes, that you didn’t even realise you closed, to see him. You watched him squat behind you, feeling his hands run down your sides. Jinyoung disappeared from the mirror, only making you guess what he’ll do with his skin on yours. His fingers ran over the hem of your dress, sliding it up your butt, pushing with his fingers at the small of your back to bent you a little. You felt his mouth on your butt cheeks, kissing and licking, not even touching you properly and making you go crazy already. You tried to contain yourself feeling his fingers run behind material of your underwear, running them through your folds.
“Fuck, I thought I’ll need to make you wet, but you’re already.” he almost whispered but you still heard it, as if you suddenly got tunnel hearing just for him. His thumb slipped, making three light moves over your clit and leaving you disappointed. You were trying to remember the last time you were turned on like that in the bathroom of a club, or turned on like that at all.
You felt him stand up behind you, finally seeing him in the mirror again. His hands caressed your butt once more, hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling it down. Helping you to get out of it, you watched him put it in the back pocket of his jeans. Your eyes were pierced to his concentrated face, you thought suddenly that he looked like he was in the middle of a lecture. You could hear his zipper getting undone, hearing the so familiar sound of a condom packaging. You bit your lip thinking how he planned to get inside of you tonight too.
“No need in this.” you spoke, catching his eyes in the reflection.
“Okay.” he nodded and pulled you against his body, making you feel his cock press against your skin. You suddenly felt like you could come just from this. “Should I ask you if you’re clean? You seem too comfortable in this position in a clubs bathroom.”
“Are you trying to accuse me in being a slut?” you whispered into his mouth, pumping his cock, trying to bend your neck enough to kiss him.
“I’m just trying to be responsible.” he craned his neck, slipping his tongue into your mouth.
“I wouldn’t lie to a family member if I had STDs.” you joked suddenly and felt his hand slide to rub your clit.
“Fuck you.” he whispered.
“Yes, please, do that.” you moaned, guiding his cock to your entrance. You had to let go of him, bending over the sink and making more space between your legs for him.
You felt him against your entrance, sliding the tip of his cock up and down against you, finally slipping inside of you a little to adjust. You moved your butt in a moment, telling him to get deeper, telling him to move. You felt his hand on your shoulder blade, gripping and you felt him go deep. You felt him fill you up too perfectly for it to actually be true.
“Fuck.” you sighed.
“I know.” he moved back only to make his hips slap against yours the next second. When it seemed like you were fine with the movement, he began doing it again and again, finding his own pace and rhythm. You found it overwhelming but giving the circumstances you knew he had to get it off quickly, he already took too long before fucking you for a bathroom quickie. His hand moved to your neck, making your head get up to see him in the mirror. You could see his eyes get darker and you could see a little droplet of sweat form between his brows. He was so focused on your lower back, or you guessed he was focused on where your bodies connected. His other hand found your throbbing clit, working magic on it while his other hand pulled your body a bit up. The new angle made a loud moan escape your throat. The feelings this new position made you feel were overwhelming, you felt like he began moving his hips even quicker, making you wonder if he could rip something inside of you if he’d go just a tiny bit quicker. He felt too thick and too exciting to take in your mouth, you suddenly thought.
“Fuck, Jinyoung, make me cum.” you moaned when he bottomed out, slowing for a moment, before his hips began slapping against yours loudly.
Jinyoungs hand moved your body against his, holding you by the waist. His chin rested against your neck, making you focus your vision on your reflection, seeing his eyes being focused on your breasts. His hair became wet from sweat over his hairline and you were about to cum just from the way he stared at you. You felt him find the right spot, twitching in his arms like a crazy worm.
“Fuck, Jinyoung, fuck, yes, don’t stop.” your hand hooked over his neck giving you more support against his body. He moved his finger, you felt like on purpose, making you lose the built up orgasm.
Another knock on the door made you shiver. “Fuck off.” Jinyoung whispered under his breath. You felt his hips begin to lose rhythm, feeling his hand get back to the spot that made you see stars.
Your free hand grabbed onto his hand, pressing it harder against your clit. You cried out loud, feeling too overwhelmed and clenching over him uncontrollably, moving his hand away from your clit, being surprised at how easily he obeyed. You felt him cum inside of you, gripping onto your breast so harshly you knew you’d see a full handprint of his on it tomorrow. His hips jerked couple more times, before his high left him, getting his hand back over you. He didn’t slip out of you, making you move your hips all over, while he was rubbing his fingers against you. Your hand was holding onto his palm so tightly you wondered how could he still move it. You squeezed your eyes, but his teeth bit your shoulder.
“Look me in the eyes.” he said simply and you put everything in you to do as he pleased.
“Fuck, Jinyoung, I can’t, I can’t anymore.” you cried, bending your knees and clenching over his, now soft, cock.
“Then cum.”
“I want kisses.” you moaned and felt his lips on your neck for a slight second. You opened your eyes wider when you realised he teased. “One more, please, I need it.” you cried when you felt the wave of heat run through your body before he could even place his lips against your neck. He watched you calm down for what felt like forever, finally leaving you empty and putting his pants back on. He moved so smoothly you wondered how many times he did that in his life, being the one to accuse you in being too comfortable. His hands turned you around, reaching out to the toilet paper that thankfully was there. He helped you clean up, sliding your dress back down your legs, and putting it over your chest. His fingers quickly slipped between yours, making your heart flutter. Before he only held your hand, not intertwining your fingers. He turned around, reaching out to the lock on the door.
“Wait, my underwear?” you pulled him towards you but he didn’t stop, quickly opening the door to a couple swearing at you for taking forever. “Jinyoung?” you pulled onto his hand again, him walking you now not towards where you left from, but some weird dark corner.
His body hovered over you, running his fingers over your hands.
“What?” he looked at you and pecked your lips suddenly.
“Won’t you give it back?” your hands ran over his shoulders, hugging his neck.
“No.” he shook his head cutely.
“Why?”
“If you’ll have it on, how am I going to do this?” he asked as if he genuinely wondered, moving his fingers past the hem of your dress, and diving his fingers between your folds. You felt arousal immediately.
“Please.”
“What?”
“Make me cum again.” you moved your face closer to his, sucking on his tongue.
“Right here?” he asked, running his thumb over your clit.
“Yes.” you moaned into his mouth, feeling his other hand slide down to hold on to the hem of your dress.
You appreciated the gesture, making sure you’re not showing off your private parts to the whole club. His fingers rubbed against you before he felt you cum, and his tongue licked through your mouth before he could feel your breath get to normal.
“What do I look like?” you asked him, feeling your face burn and knowing you’re probably a mess.
“Sexy.” he said quickly, running his eyes over your face and tugging you to walk back behind him.
Johnny sat on the seat you left all by himself.
“Where have you been? I looked everywhere for you.” he probably recognised you by your legs, raising his head and stopping his talking. “What’s up with you? Did you fuck in the bathroom?” he made a face as if you told him you ate dog shit.
“Huh? No, I was just dancing. He wouldn’t do that anyway, he’s too responsible.” you looked over at Jinyoung, sitting yourself next to Johnny cross-legged, feeling Jinyoungs palm rest against your knee the next second.
-
“Thank god, I thought you were dead.” Johnny was loud for the after party morning. He walked quickly through the door, placing himself on your barstool. “Why you opened the door so slowly?” he turned around, noticing you barely walk back to him. Your entire existence felt sore, though you would lie if you’d say it wasn’t the type of sore you liked. Vivid images of Jinyoung making you cum three more times in your bed last night made your ears turn the darkest shade of pink. “You’re okay?” Johnny asked worriedly, when you finally made it to him.
“Yeah, totally.” you nodded enthusiastically, sitting yourself on the stool next to him and jumping back up immediately “I’ll get myself water, do you want some?” a lame excuse was the only thing that came into your mind.
“No, I’m fine.” he said and you nodded, filling up the glass. “You left so quickly yesterday and didn’t even tell me.” he watched you walk back to him. “Wait, I think water’s running in the bathroom?” Johnny’s hand pointed towards the room.
“Yeah, Jinyoung’s in there.” you nodded and sipped on your drink, resting your elbows against the bar to not sit.
“He’s…? You let him stay…?”
“Yeah…? Why are you so surprised?” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“I’m actually surprised from yesterday. Since you invited him, then disappeared to “dance”” he drew fake brackets in the air with his fingers, “and then just disappeared? And now he’s here and you didn’t make him leave the second he came.”
“Maybe the issue’s that he didn’t cum?” you chuckled, knowing too damn well he did. “You know, life’s more than sex. We were discussing books and things, you know I can read and speak.” you drank “Can you?” you stared at him, having his eyes pierced back at you. “Guess you not.” you chuckled seeing Johnnys eyes run down your face.
“Yeah, marks on you make me believe for sure you were discussing books.” he chuckled and seemed annoyed. You wanted to jump up to him and hug his neck until he stopped being annoyed and grumpy, but you heard foot steps and the both of you turned to look at Jinyoung.
Oh god, did he have to be this mind blowing?
He walked out with his hair wet and brushed back from the shower he took, white shirt in his fist, torso on full display for you and Johnny to see, showing off every mark you left on him yesterday in agony. Even though he clearly used the towel, his abs still glistened a little with water and you were ready to jump up on him right then and there. He noticed Johnny and didn’t even flinch, putting the shirt on.
“Hi.” he spoke to Johnny, walking over to you. “Do you live together?” Jinyoung asked you and sat on the stool that was meant to be yours.
“No, he just came to…actually why you came?” you turned your head to Johnny, straightening your back. Jinyoung placed his hand on the low of your back, allowing for you to lean against him.
“I called and texted, you never replied. I had to check if you were at least alive.”
“I am, barely, but I am.” you giggled, feeling Jinyoungs fingers run down the back of your leg.
“Hm…” Johnny‘s eyes ran over the room, stopping on Jinyoung, that calmly took your glass of water and drank from it. “I actually wanted to talk.” you knew he wanted for Jinyoung to leave, but you wanted the opposite.
“Call me later, I’ll tell when I’m free.” You nodded, expecting for him to get up to leave, but he just kept looking at Jinyoung.
“Actually, I’ll leave.” you heard Jinyoungs voice next to your ear, turning your head to face him.
“No, stay.” you whined and felt dumb for doing it in front of Johnny.
“No, but I really have to go, I have to prepare…for work.” he paused before finishing the sentence.
“You wanted to say lecture?” you chuckled and he nodded. “Sexy.” you leaned in, whispering into his lips before kissing him quickly. Johnny sighed so loudly you thought you were deafened by it. “I can make you coffee and then you’ll go.”
“It’s okay.” Jinyoung smiled and let go of you, getting back to your room.
“You can make me coffee.” Johnny chimed in, raising his hand.
“Do it yourself.” you rolled your eyes, sitting on the stool and closing your eyes in pain afterwards.
Johnny actually stood up, getting himself a cup and starting the machine that was standing on the counter.
“You want one?”
“Yeah, thanks.” you nodded, seeing Jinyoung come out again fully dressed.
You made a sad face, extending your hands to him, as he walked. His hand grabbed yours, walking you to the exit of your own apartment. You watched him put his shoes on, chewing onto your lip the whole time.
You heard Johnny turn the machine on, making everything that you said unheard for him.
“I will miss you.” you sighed and rubbed his hair lightly while he squatted, finishing lacing his second shoe.
“Me too.” he smiled and stood up. “I’ll call.” you nodded, expanding your hands to hug him. Jinyoung leaned in, hugging you by your shoulder blades.
“But honestly.” you whispered into his ear, wondering if you should tell him this or not. He wasn’t the first one to wake up in your bed and never see you ever again. You knew better than falling in love with someone just after this. Yes, you knew him for ages, and yes, he did message you before this for a week and even before that, back at your family trip last month, he did seem like he was interested for more than a make out, but you still didn’t want to cross boundaries just in case. You’ve met a dozen of flirtatious guys that never had any intentions other than fucking. And Jinyoung, he never even spoke about your relationship, friendship or whatever it was. There still was a chance he wanted to be maybe fuck buddies? You knew better than falling in love with someone just after sex at the club, but knowing better didn’t mean not doing it. You were already head over heals for him the second his tongue ran over your pulse point in the hotel last month. And all of this, it only made you more excited and hopeful. “If you thought of this as a great opportunity to just hook up, you can tell me freely, I’m totally fine with it.” you chuckled, trying to sound careless. For the first time in your life you were trying to be what you usually were, when you’d not care at all what the guy was about to tell you.
“But did you?” he moved back, looking you in the eyes. You bit onto your lower lip, staring him in the eyes quietly. “I didn’t.” he said and leaned in to savour the taste of your lips.
“I didn’t too.” you found it important to let him know, leaning back in to kiss him one more time.
“Bye.” his thumb ran over your cheek, pecking the corner of your lips.
“Bye.” you smiled and felt him let go of you and actually leave your apartment.
-
“And we’ll never hear of him again.” Johnny chuckled as you walked back into the kitchen.
“Huh?”
“Your dear uncle Jinyoung, poor guy don’t know how you do them.” he grinned widely and moved the cup of coffee closer to you.
“And how I do them?” you genuinely wanted to hear it, skipping the dumb joke he made.
“Make them drool, make them cum, make them leave.” three simple steps that seemed amusing to Johnny. Hearing about it like that made you feel bad.
“Doesn’t it remind you of someone?” you sipped on the drink he made.
“No…?” he seemed to be really thinking hard about it. “Who?”
“You, Johnny. Don’t you remember how you told me sex with no commitment is the best thing on earth. How you poured vodka into my cup and made me sleep with a guy that I didn’t even know of, but could never forget now. His name is Sungjae, I’m not sure he even remembers me now, or remembered me the next morning, but I do remember him, because he is someone that took my virginity. And every time, for my entire life, when I was in girls company, I’d listen to romantic stories of them losing their virginity to their first boyfriends, while my story consist of ‘my best friend told me when I turned 17 that being a virgin at my age is shameful and I had to fuck someone as soon as possible, he brought a guy he kind of knew to the party, told him to do the deal, and poured vodka into my cup. I don’t remember much, but I didn’t feel turned on even a little, the guy was meant to be a sex pro but acted more like a fucking stick. It wasn’t just pain from the first time, it was torture in general, that lasted what felt like 30 seconds, I don’t even know who took who’s virginity, and then he came, threw up and passed out. I woke up in my best friends bed the next day to a specially prepared cake that said ‘welcome to the slut club’ and got a pep talk on how to fuck with no feelings as a bonus birthday gift. End of story.” you clapped your hands.
“Don’t say it like it’s the worst thing that happened in your life? Yes, maybe I did fuck up with the guy, but I wanted the best for you.”
“Johnny, nothings shameful with being a virgin at 17, if I never listened, maybe I would’ve loved someone or was loved by someone by now. But now I’ve been it this slut club for 10 years and never even felt love? No one loved me, no one had sex with me because they liked me for real, no one ever talked to me? It all happened afterwards, after they made me choke on their dick, they would go suddenly ‘you’re the best head, want to date?’ Who the fuck suggests to date like that? Only sick pricks, and sick pricks is everything you’re able to get at the club.”
“Why are we having this conversation suddenly?” Johnny gulped. “I thought you were satisfied with your life? Is that him? Did he tell you something?”
“No, Johnny, it’s scarier, he made me feel something, and I don’t want him to act the way I usually do.” you shook your head, trying to stop yourself. “So how did your evening go?” you opened your eyes wider, trying to smile.
“No, wait, let’s talk about you, did he tell you something…?”
“No.”
“Good.” he nodded as if he was relieved.
“Why you never want me to be happy?” you felt lost.
“I meant something like it was a one time thing, come on, I’m not that mean.”
“No, he said it isn’t. I believe him.” you sighed and stared into nothing.
“Okay…”
“So what’s up with you?” you moved your eyes back to him.
“I left with Sieun, the taxi driver drove to hers and then mine, I just went to bed.” you nodded at his words, not really listening. “There’s a party tomorrow, I know you’d like to go. There’s this guy I told you about, he’ll come, I know for sure you’ll get along with him.”
“No, I won’t come.”
“Why? Oh, you can not reply. Your professor, right?” he chuckled.
“Yes.”
“So you’re not going to sleep with anyone and wait for his call? I’m sure he won’t call you, don’t act like a fool. Aren’t we way past getting attached after sex?”
“I want to be attached. I want to be obsessed and I want to call you crying and I want to stay faithful to him even if you think it’s silly and he don’t even need it. I want all of it because I want all of him. Johnny.” you stood up, running over to your best friend, and hugging his waist, resting your head on his chest. “I love him.” you sighed into his chest, hugging his waist tightly but imagining in your head it was Jinyoung. “I’m crazily in love with him, let’s pray he at least likes me?” you moved your head back up to look Johnny in the eyes.
“Yes, let’s hope he at least likes you.” he chuckled but it sounded too forced, pushing you to lay your head against him once again.
-
“Nice seeing you.” Jinyoung grinned, watching you walk towards him.
“It’s a pleasure, professor.” you curtsied, chuckling, and felt his hand over your neck, pulling you in for a hug.
“Love seeing you in a good mood.” he chuckled.
“I’m freezing.” you so should’ve worn the sweater you debated and decided not to. Autumn vibes were spreading over the city, turning leaves yellow. “Why did you have to ask me out this late?” you moved back to see his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I had lectures till late today, but really wanted to see you anyway.”
“Okay, forgiven.” you chuckled.
“Suddenly?”
“Well, because lectures being the reason you couldn’t see me earlier is sexy. And maybe because I like the idea of you wanting to see me no matter what.” you bent your neck to the side, smiling at him. “But I’m cold so if you wanted to fuck you need to move before I freeze to death.” you bit your lip, feeling his eyes run over your face. Since that night at the club, he did invite you over to his place on multiple occasions.
He didn’t lie saying he’ll call, and he did so the next evening and talked to you for hours. In all those years you never heard Jinyoung talk as much as he did that evening, and then he called another day, asked you to come over and fucked you like no one ever did. Since back then he’d ask you over more nights than not, always ending the evening inside of you. You’d spend evenings staring at your phone in hopes of seeing his texts.
/“Oh, shit. It’s already 10, I have to run back home. I’m sorry John.” you pouted and stood up.
“Huh?” he looked genuinely surprised. “Since when ten is time to run back home?” he sat up after your body weight stopped pressing him down to the couch.
“I just thought of starting running before work, I have to at least try, once.” you giggled, lowering your eyes onto the phone, where the message by Jinyoung was eating you alive ‘want to see me?’.
“Okay.” Johnny stood up and you blocked your phone immediately. “Let me know if you’ll fail.” he chuckled and walked you out./
“It’s actually not that.” light smile ran over his lips and he let go of you. “I just wanted to see you.”
“No sex?” you tried to not sound too surprised. Through the month he never spoke once about the relationship you had or tried to name it, he made it very physical, calling you over only to get inside of you. You knew you put yourself in a hard position, running to him after a single message, always making time for him and dropping everything there is to drop just to see him. You loved the idea of spending nights in his arms. You loved the idea of feeling his arms wrapped around your waist at nights, and you loved him. The more distant he acted in the morning, the more tears you dropped onto your pillow that night. You hated the fact you were falling for him and he liked it because it was just sex for him. You hated how you woke up before him, just to stare at his sleeping face, you hated how you told yourself you won’t come again, but then was at his door 15 minutes after his message. You hated yourself for having mental block for sharing your feelings. You wished you could just tell him you liked him and see his reaction. You hated how he’d ask you jokingly with how many other guys you had sex this week and you’d always tell him a random number instead of shoving your pride up your ass and telling him he’s the only one you’re seeing. You were scared to tell him that because you were scared he’d tell you something like ‘I’m sorry, but I do sleep with other girls actually.’
“I can’t see you without sex?” his hand held your freezing one, hiding it in his jackets pocket.
“You just never did.”
“Well, today I wanted to just take a walk with you, but I guess you never heard of weather forecasts and don’t know how to pick clothes according to weather.”
“Don’t be a grumpy granddad.” you hugged his arm that he hid in the pocket.
“I’m not, it’s just that the one time I tried ,you couldn’t wear proper clothes.”
“Tried what?” it felt like your legs turned into jelly, did he try to tell you he tried to take you out… a date?
“Tried to not act like an ungrateful dickhead that only needs sex.” disappointment spread over your body.
“It’s fine though, it’s not like I’m not used to this type of relationship.” you sighed and felt the urge to go home.
“Yeah, that’s something I wanted to talk with you about.”
“Yeah…?”
“Our relationship, we need to talk about it, since you know, we never did…?”
“Okay…” he kept on walking, staring into the darkness of the street.
“I don’t want to talk about it while you’re turning into a frozen figure.” he chuckled. “Want to go somewhere?” he finally turned to face you.
“I didn’t actually think you’ll take me anywhere except for your bed… I’m not looking good to go anywhere. We can have this conversation another time.” you stopped walking, forcing for him to stop in front of you. You leaned in, trying to feel his lips on yours.
“No, but I really wanted to talk about it. I can say it right here too.” you stood back straight. Feeling fear spread over your body, suddenly making your entire body feel too warm. “I wanted to tell you this way back then, but was kind of… scared?” his eyes ran all over.
“You have a wife and three little kids? And I was your mistress this whole time?” you giggled and internally slapped yourself for making that joke.
“No, please be serious for at least once.” his eyes finally focused on yours and you were about to burn alive.
“I’m sorry.” you said silently.
“I know, you’re not into this type of thing, I’m probably asking for too much and we never discussed this before, we actually never discussed our relationship at all, but I wanted to ask you to not sleep with anyone else if you’re sleeping with me.” he sounded too stressed and insecure. You were about to vomit because him saying that it’s too much to ask, him thinking you’re not ‘into this type of thing’ was so wrong.
“I’m not sleeping with anyone else, I like you too much, I want to be with you.” you tried to say but everything that came out of your throat was a loud sigh.
“Is that a no?” he added.
“I… Like being exclusive friends with benefits?” you asked.
“I know I shouldn’t be asking, I know I’m just one of the guys you sleep with, but…” he coughed and paused. You wondered if his heart was beating as fast as yours. You could practically hear it in your ears. There were two options of what he could say, one would make you cry happily and the other one would just make you cry. You felt his warm fingers find yours, intertwining them. His eyes pierced into yours that began watering from intense staring. “I don’t want you sleeping with anyone else but me. I’m not sleeping with anyone but you. I don’t want to force you into a relationship, I don’t want to scare you away with commitments and asking you to be more than that. If you’ll give me at least that, I might be able to contain myself and go on.”
“But I’m not scared of commitment?” you blinked multiple times, feeling tears pinching your nose.
“You’re not?” he asked confused and you nodded your head no. “Then…but why…? Huh?” his eyes ran over your face in confusion. “Please tell me I understood you right and you will be my girlfriend?” fear spread over his eyes while he waited for your reply.
You let go of his hands, pausing just for a second, before you wrapped your hands around his neck and forced him to lean in. You nodded your head, intertwining your lips in the softest kiss possible.
“Wait.” he pulled you back. “I want to hear it.”
“I will be your girlfriend.” you chuckled and wiped your tears, pulling him in again. He kissed you back, letting go of you quickly.
“I have to take care of my girlfriend now, let’s go back home, I don’t want you to get sick on the first day of our relationship.” he pecked your lips, grabbing your hand in his and beginning to run towards your house. You had to run with him, feeling like a squeezed lemon by the time you reached your apartment.
“It feels so nice.” Jinyoung murmured, rubbing his cheek against the skin of your chest.
“What feels nice?” you chuckled.
“Just laying in bed with you after work, not pretending I want sex.” his lips left a tiny kiss on your skin.
“So you just pretended?” you chuckled and ran your fingers over his hair.
“First of all I just wanted to see you, and then, after you began stroking me, I obviously wanted you too. You’re a great seducer.” he lifted his head, rolling over to his back and pulling you on top of him.
“Don’t tell me you asked me to be with you just because of that.” you furrowed your eyebrows.
“No, why?”
“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame.”
“I wanted to be with you before I had sex with you.”
“But after you made me cum at the trip?” you chuckled.
“Maybe before that…?” he smiled.
“Since I was a little girl in your backyard? You pervert.” you laughed and kissed him.
“Maybe a bit later.” he laughed.
“I wanted to be with you since I saw your cock.” your hand ran over his stomach.
“Wanting to date due to sex related things is lame though?” he repeated your words.
“It’s not sex, it’s my imagination. I just imagined it in my mouth and since then I knew it’s the only one I want to suck on.”
“Disgusting.” his face expression changed.
“You’re the first guy that finds discussions of me sucking him off disgusting.”
“Not the discussion, the fact I thought there was something more than that and was wrong.” he moved you to the side, turning his back to you, hiding his entire body under your blanket.
“Jinyoung.” you whined. “Turn around.” you crawled half of your body over his and hugged him. “There is more.” you sighed, moving the blanket off his shoulders. Resting your head against his neck and cheek, you began speaking again. “I like that you’re smart, but still funny. I love how you can be a grumpy granddad and then act like a little boy three second later. I love your confidence in everything you do, I love how calm you are, and how excited you make me with everything you do. I love that you’re a professor in literature, I love the shape of your lips and I love the whiskers on your face when you smile after I said something dumb. I love that you care more about me than anyone else ever did. I love the fact you want to be with me. I love the idea of you being the first guy that seem to be interested in me for the first time in my entire life, even though I’m this old you are the first one. And I love the fact that I can put my guard done with you, but it’s still not working out completely for me. I’m scared but I’m trying, I’m sorry in advance I’ll say dumb things like what I just said about sucking you off. I have to get used that it’s not the only thing you want from me, I’m sorry about that. I like you, very much. I don’t know why I told you I slept with other guys too, but I didn’t. Ever since we slept for the first time, the only place I went to was Johnny’s, we only watched TV and then I went back home. I never wanted anyone since I had you because I really really liked you. And even if you say it’s dumb, on top of everything, I find you caring for me sexy, you’re sexy, even if you’re annoyed by that I have to tell you I find you that.” you stopped and waited for any reaction from him. He probably waited to make sure you were done, turning around. He hovered over you for real this time, pressing you down into your bed.
“I don’t know what was going on in your life this whole time, but now you’re my baby, you never have to hide your feelings, you never have to play pretend and act like a fool. I like you no matter what and will take everything and anything you have in store for me. I love you, you’re my human now.” he leaned in and kissed you. You hugged his neck tightly, not willing to let go of him “But you so should’ve not acted like you sleep with anyone else, your words really made me think I meant nothing to you.” he stared at you and kissed again.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know if you slept with anyone else too.”
“We’re dumbheads.” he chuckled.
“Yeah, and you’re professor here.” he rolled his eyes and kissed you softly again. “Can you say that again?”
“What?” he asked confused.
“What you said about me?”
“That you’re my human?” you shook you’re head ‘no’. “That you’re my baby?” you grinned widely, looking like a satisfied cat and nodded. “You’re my baby.” he said and you felt your heart flutter.
“Is it okay I’ll ask you to say it every five minutes?” you chuckled.
“Yes baby.”
“Fuck.” you sighed, feeling warmth spread over your body.
“What?”
“It’s the best feeling I ever felt.” you smiled, rubbing your cheek against his.
“What, even better than when I make you cum?” he chuckled and you slapped his shoulder.
“I thought no more sex related jokes.”
“But I’m not joking, I’m asking for scientific reasons.”
“Maybe on the same level.” you smiled and bit your lip.
“Noted.” he chuckled.
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I hope you like the first chapter of this fic !! please let me know <3
