1.1k / johnny x fem!reader/ fluff, smut, established relationship
warning: pet names, nipple play, dryhumping, riding, unprotected sex, cumming inside, the last conversation happens when the reader is cockwarming johnny
n.a: it was supposed to be something shorter and fluff, but i decided to try write smut once again (even though i think i definitely don't know how to write this genre). the original idea came from a comment by @helomaby
Friday night was the perfect day for a date with Johnny, your boyfriend. After all, after an exhausting week, nothing was fairer than some time alone. But that week was more tiring than usual. So, by mutual agreement, you decided to go to your apartment, watch a movie, and enjoy each other's company.
You had just showered, wearing old shorts and a shirt with some funny phrase — that was definitely Johnny's, thrown on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to shower. It didn't take long for him to appear, and the sight stole your breath: slightly damp hair, a black shirt that perfectly outlined his biceps, and sweatpants of the same color. Despite knowing each other for years and dating for almost one, it was impressive how his mere presence still left you completely breathless.
Johnny threw himself on the couch and immediately pulled you by the waist, into a cozy hug. "It's been so long since we've cuddled like this, hm?" He said with a husky voice, which only made you even more nervous. You laughed softly, settling more comfortably in his arms, just to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's body.
What was on TV was irrelevant. Your attention had already shifted to another point. Your eyes, in particular, fixed on Johnny's arm, which rested on the couch. The sleeve of his black shirt, discreetly rolled up, revealed a fragment of the strong tattoo on his left bicep, a design that always fascinated you. Almost without realizing it, your fingers moved on their own, sliding smoothly over the fabric before brushing his warm skin. Johnny watched you from the corner of his eye, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.
"Doing this again?" He teased, laughing softly. It wasn't the first time you'd played with his tattoos like this.
"I can't help it, it's beautiful," you replied, tracing the outline of the tattoo with your fingertip. Johnny tilted his head, clearly amused by your attempt to appear indifferent.
"You have a fixation on it, don't you?" He said, bringing his face closer to yours. "That must be why you get so distracted when I wear these shirts."
You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks and other parts of your body. "M-Maybe I just like to look."
"Just look?" Johnny rested his hand lightly on your leg, his fingers tracing slow circles. The air seemed denser for a moment. Johnny moved closer until the scent of his freshly showered body filled the space between you. And that was enough for a kiss to begin between you. What was just an exchange of affection began to intensify as Johnny started to run his hands up your thighs, making you shiver.
You separated for a moment, breathing heavily and exchanged an intense gaze. The smile on your lips was enough to make Johnny kiss you again, but this time, something more intense, a little messier, but enough to make you let out a small moan against your boyfriend's lips, causing him to pull you onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. Little by little, you adjusted yourself on your boyfriend’s lap, and without even realizing it, you started to move slowly against him. The soft fabric of his sweatpants brushing against the bare skin of your legs made everything feel even more thrilling — and left you wanting more.
You separated once more, just enough for Johnny to take off your shirt, and seeing that you weren't wearing a bra, he focused on your breasts. "You drive me crazy, you know?" Johnny said, as he bit and kissed each one of them. You intensified your movement on your boyfriend's lap, feeling him get excited and hard between your legs.
"J-Johnny," you said breathlessly, trying to get your boyfriend's attention, who continued to kiss your neck. You had to cup his face in your hands for him to pay attention. "Can I ride you?"
For a second, Johnny was surprised. He didn't expect you to want to be in charge of the situation, nor that you would want to have sex after such a tiring day. "Are you sure? Aren't you tired?"
You just said, "Just wanna make you feel good. Please, can I?" Your look at that moment was enough for Johnny to feel his cock react inside his pants.
He gave you a quick peck, took off your shorts, along with your panties, and touched your pussy, making you tremble at his touch. You were so wet that if Johnny touched you a little more, you would come in his hand. It didn't take long for Johnny to take off his pants, and his cock practically jumped out. No matter how much time passed, you hadn't gotten used to the size of Johnny's cock. That was the moment to pull Johnny in for another kiss, while you stimulated his cock with your free hand.
It didn't take long for you to start positioning your boyfriend's cock in your wet pussy. When he was finally inside you, Johnny groaned in a pleasure he hadn't felt in a long time. You relaxed a little, planted a few kisses on Johnny's shoulders and caressed his face. When your eyes connected, you knew it was time to start moving.
You leaned on your boyfriend's shoulder and began slow movements, but they were enough to torture Johnny and give you more pleasure. You initiated a slow kiss, where your tongue and Johnny's met in a sensual dance. Involuntarily, your movements began to intensify, making you moan against Johnny's mouth. With that, Johnny's large, warm hands firmly held your waist, in a way, guiding you. "Just like that, pretty. Moan for me."
You did as he asked. Your moan mixed with the sound of the sex you were having. "Are you feeling good?"
"So fucking good. You're doing such a good job." You smiled, and Johnny smiled back, especially when he saw your breasts bouncing. He immediately started caressing them again, this time paying more attention to your nipples. He knew you were very sensitive, and you reacted quickly, saying you were about to come. And you did. Johnny didn't take long and came too.
You were both breathless. Your head rested on his shoulder, while he gently caressed your hair. "Are you okay?" Johnny asked, his voice low and husky, but in a caring tone. You were too weak to answer, so you just nodded. Johnny chuckled softly. "I didn't know you liked these things."
"I like so many things, honey." You lifted your head just enough to look into your boyfriend's eyes. "But I'll save showing you for later."
"Wow, where's my shy girlfriend? The one who gets nervous just seeing a piece of my tattoo?"
You laughed a little lazily. Johnny pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I like it when you're like this… quiet on my lap," Johnny murmured.
"Quiet? You told me to moan for you less than 10 minutes ago." You retorted, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe not that quiet." He smiled, making you laugh too, the soft sound mixing with the low hum of the TV.
[17:35] you were feeling under the weather today due to the monthly visits from a familiar friend. fiancé!johnny was no stranger to this and funnily got used to the repeated cycles in the three years of your relationship.
so he forcibly, yet sweetly dragged you out for a late afternoon walk for groceries since he saw your refridgerator was close to being empty.
grocery shopping with johnny has its perks and downsides especially when you both decide to have a date night in. this time around it was designated in your studio loft apartment, the reason being that his roommates were being too loud and he just wanted to leave the chaos for a while. “your home is a safe haven.” he’d say.
he reminded you that spicy, oily, sugary foods, and of the sort were a no-go—as if you didn’t know that already. but weather was cold and spicy food with some kind of protein was all you wanted for dinner tonight.
you both entered the supermarket and walked along the jar section to buy the ingredients paired for tonight’s raffled choice of disney movie: zootopia. johnny teased that it was the right timing for you both to go vegetarian for dinner to match the theme.
“ugh but i’m in the mood for spicy chicken.” you pouted, and it came to a halt when johnny gave his toothy smirk and raised his eyebrow at you. slightly hitting his arm, you knew of the implication, “not that kind of spicy! gosh.”
he just laughed softly and gave you a forehead kiss, saying he was kidding. “okay fine i’ll make an exception.” he pulled you closer to him as he pushed the grocery cart, “no spicy consumption, but we’re gonna go pescatarian. i was thinking greek hummus with corn chips, salmon salad, tofu stew, and some dark chocolate almond bark for dessert, deal?”
how glad were you to have him plan the menu for movie night. he may not look like it, but johnny’s great in the kitchen. and he always made sure that you were well taken care of during this time of the month. sometimes you’d joke that it was his act of service to not get on your bad side.
you tiptoed and returned the kiss to his left cheek, though closer to his jaw, “deal.”
johnny unexpectedly blushed. he stared at you and your lips for a bit as he ran his left hand on the very spot where you kissed him. he coughed to cover it up but it very obvious to you that he got so shy.
𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖤 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. jannabi
1344𝗐𝖼 (brother's best friend) johnny & (fem) reader non sexual intimacy first time confessions implied yearning lighthearted & sweet
"YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL VOICE,"
The compliment falls from the direction of the shower curtain, barely audible over the sound of running water--thudding down upon the bath like an unrelenting storm--and your own voice, consumed in a pretty lilt that rivals a songbird. Despite this, it's meant to be heard. Syllables spoken clearly, shaped in a low baritone that just manages to slip through the droplets and a short intake of breath. Landing in the hollow of your ears where it rings, putting up a fair fight for dominance against your tinnitus. It's not that the praise was unusual (you've had it said to you no less than ten times) but that it was coming from him.
Johnny, who for all intents and purposes, barged into your bathroom without a care in the world. Announcing that your brother wanted to go out and he's hogging his own bathroom, leaving Johnny with the only alternative of using yours to freshen himself up ("Sorry, I can leave if you want," he said, but if you told him to leave--to get out as soon as he stepped foot inside--would that not make whatever exactly it is you feel about him obvious? So you settled for a simple "You're good. I don't mind," instead, as if any amount of faux nonchalance would eventually transform into the real thing). He stayed as if it were something normal for you and he to do, as if he weren't nothing more than a friend of your brothers and therefore not something forbidden and off limits to you (because despite being well into your twenties, your older brother still acts like you're fifteen). A domestic type of intimacy saved for families and lovers, one you've shared a dozen times with others but it never felt quite like this.
"Thank you," under normal circumstances, you would acknowledge his praise only to ignore it--continuing your song without much thought to the words and their owner--but in this one, you find yourself silent. Much too afraid of letting him know just how affected you are by such a simple accolade. Though you suppose he probably already knows, judging by the lightest hint of laughter sounding from your sink.
"Mhm," you can practically see the shrug of his broad shoulders as he leans against your sink, "I used to love that song,"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You'd sing it all the time when guys used to live with your parents,"
If it weren't for the fact that you were standing completely still, like a deer caught in headlights, you're positive you would have slipped and lost your footing. Landing smack on your back and bleeding out against the drain as you replayed his words over and over and over again until his voice became warped and muddied--turning into the steady stream of the shower head. The same words that gave you an inkling of an indication that you haven't been completely out of his sight for the last decade. That he saw you more than just the annoying little sister who occasionally interjected into her brother's conversations to try and make his friends laugh. More than someone in the shadow of her brother, trying to be seen but never succeeding. More than you ever thought. Or at least enough to remember what song you liked to sing.
"I'm surprised you remember that,"
"You shouldn't be," he scoffs and you hear his elbows come to rest upon the countertop of your sink, "I was always paying attention to you,"
It turns out, you didn't have to fall flat on your back to have the wind knocked straight out of your lungs. Johnny was more than capable of doing that with nothing more than seven measly words. Words you've heard a hundred times in a hundred different ways just never in that heart-stoppingly, candid order. You can't tell if it's some sort of confession or just something boys would admit casually to one another, meaning nothing and leading nowhere. But you find yourself fumbling for a foothold--grasping on with a single hand as you choke out a laugh.
It's a laugh Johnny has been on the receiving end of his entire life, the sort where your face is ducked down--hands behind your back as you lean back and forth from heel to toe. A coy smile dancing on your lips, hidden with the angle of your jaw as you do your best to stifle it from becoming something more akin to a grin. Something bashful but not unconfident, flustered but refusing to admit it. A softened, light noise which draws upon a smile of his own as he would knock your shoulder--scrutinizing you with a raised eyebrow and a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes--"Come on, I can make you laugh more than that,"
"To me?" you ask, body finally back in motion as you rinse out your hair for what feels like the umpteenth time--anything to avoid getting out of the shower and having to face him head on, no curtain to duck behind, "Or to my brother and by proxy me?"
"You," he answers as if it were the most natural response in the world, unfettered by any hesitation or thought, "I mean first it was you by proxy but then it was you. By the time we were both in high school," he clarifies, "By the time I liked you,"
"Liked me?" you laugh in an ill attempt to hide the fact that you were still trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart--it doesn't work as well as you think it does, "First I'm hearing of this,"
"I've said it before," a pause, "I think,"
"I think I would have remembered that. You confessing, I mean,"
"Big moment for you?"
You can practically picture the shit eating grin on his face, like the cat who caught the canary. A sight which, unfortunately for you, only makes the drum of your heartbeat louder. You do your best to force a scowl, furrowing your brows and narrowing your eyes to avoid looking too gleeful at this sudden revelation as you turn the water off. The previous shower reduced to nothing more than a steady drip, drip, drip of the faucet. The bathroom suffocated in a sudden silence, broken only by the scuffling of your attempt to grab your towel and the slightest shift in Johnny's stature.
"Average," you poke your head out (scowl morphing pathetically into an instinctual smile in little less than half a second), hair dripping onto your forehead as you scrutinize him--curtains clutched around your chest.
He's watching you from the mirror, large hand poised against his scalp as he smooths out his hair in long strokes. Movements finely tuned in a practiced precision, capable of repeated perfection without even watching (though he supposes he wouldn't be able to watch even if he wanted to, utterly unable to break your gaze).
"And if I confessed now? Still average?"
You shrug, pawing for your towel before successfully retrieving it and sliding back behind the curtain and away from his prying eyes that make your stomach drop straight to your toes. "Below, probably. Saying it while I'm naked in the shower, not facing you, doesn't exactly earn you any points,"
"Tough crowd," he says, spitting it out on the end of an exhale as if his next words pushed them straight off the tip of his tongue, "I liked you then. Like you now,"
"You've mentioned it,"
Johnny's quick to rebut, "Not the present tense confession. Did I?"
"It was implied. Wishful thinking. And still below average, by the way"
He groans playfully and you can hear subtle noises of his movements as if he were trying to find the right footing. "Then I'll keep saying it until it's show stopping enough for you,"
"You might wear it out, you know."
"Nah," he hums and you can hear the cheeky smile on his lips--pursed around words that are filled with nothing short of an easy confidence, "Not when it's about you."
🦌: i do not care that this reads exactly like my yushi fic sue me i'm a one track mind girl
summary. johnny is a witcher. someone who saves people from monsters. but sometimes the monsters themselves want to save people.
warnings, extras. shirtless johnny (it needs a warning. hes sexy and he knows it.) blood, mentions of death, killing, murder. violence. swearing. an open ending!!! its up to u and ur mind to think how it ended... ~ PLUS! its based on this song but i recommend this whole playlist to listen (while reading to teehee). ALSO not proofread bc i wantred to post it asap lmfaooo
universe. set in the witcher universe. i kinda played with 'the creature' so any fans. shush. i know it dosnt work like that. all the other monsters mentioned are accurate tho. i encourage u to read a lil more abt them if u find urself interestd hehe. spreading my witcher propaganda as usual!
word count + net. 3,751. @kstrucknet, @neocity-net (this is my neo tech game event entry hehe<3)
author's note. i've finally got a chance to write in the witcher au. if u dont know, im a huuuge fan<3 (i even type this w my wolf school keycap staring at me rn). and as rough world is in the witcher, i tried to go for the same vibe in this fic. hence the open ending - just like in the game. you make the choice<3
thank you dearest @slytherinshua for the banner!
johnny is tired. and so is his horse.
he was exhausted from everything. his job, the journey, the people he has met along the way. he just wanted to find a cozy inn and rest. maybe have a beer or two. maybe eat a warm, delicious pork knuckle, glistening from fat in the candle light. with some potatoes and—
"aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!—"
johnny was tired.
but his work duties remain more important than sheer human exhaustion. he's not exactly human, after all.
squeezing his horse's side with his leg and with a kiss to command her to go faster, peaceful trot turned into rushed canter.
the blood-curdling scream was definitely not caused by a mundane thing. after long years of service as a witcher, monster hunter, he got it figured out.
he was still out in the open, riding through green and golden fields of wheat. crows nibbling out worms and seeds started to fly away, startled by the sudden noise of a galloping horse. johnny began to see outlines of houses in the nearest village. the source of the sound must've been somewhere nearby, his abnormal hearing allowed him to localize it faster. pulling the reins sharply, he stalled roach, his horse, to listen in.
"help! somebody help me!!! please, anyone!"
his head turned sharply towards the feminine voice, which was located somewhere in the golden fields of wheat. his cat-alike pupils became as thin as a slit, focus kicking in. he could sense a tender rumbling of eight legs. arachas.
a creature also called crab spider. large, eight legs, highly venomous with sharp teeth, protected by shell-like armor. on the other hand, slower than foglets or vampires of various kinds. and also, they were easy to kill: you just had to aim from the side or the back, where the armor didn't reach. with a silver sword, of course.
silver was for monsters. steel for humans.
squeezing the sides of his horse once again, roach's rhythm swiftly turning into gallop. the crops were tall and their blades brushed the horse's body as it lurched forward. in one, smooth motion johnny reached his hand back to grab his sword. due to the impact of the fast ride, the sword jumped out of the case and johnny gripped its handle.
the dark crows circled in the air, observing. as if hoping the witcher won't be fast enough and they will have a tasty dinner.
"not today" johnny grunted to himself, the tall, golden grass bending out and slowly showing him the victim, fallen on the ground. and the monster in all its (dis)might.
the poor woman was pale, johnny could hear her thumping heart as clear as bells in a church ringing on sunday.
johnny rose his hand up and swung his sword, the sunlight reflecting on its surface. the arachas moved, circling around the woman. if only it doesn't charge at the woman, it all ought to be under johnny's control. as always.
the insectoid was about to move between the woman and the witcher, moving in round circles. its jaws were open, about to spit venom. one step closer, two heartbeats in, and one swing of a sword. the monster will be out.
the ground was shaking, dust dancing in the air around the stomped grass.
"move!"
all johnny saw was a flurry of red and black.
dust rose up once again, rumbling of hooves coming to a halt. johnny froze, with his sword mid air.
there was another horseman.
the horse was black like coal, and johnny realized it was what flickered before his eyes. along with the splash of blood.
caused by… the rider.
who jumped down from the horse. rolling on the ground, professionally, sword in hand. one, two steps. jump. slash forward and a cling!
the crab spider was dead. its head rolled away from the impact, landing near the saved woman's feet.
johnny looked at her. her face was drenched in the monster's blood. she let out another scream and fainted. only then he looked at the invader.
"what the fuck?" he snarled, hiding back his sword. his witcher necklace with a carved wolf - the symbol of the school he attended - didn't budge. no reaction meant no magic. no magic, no monsters. or danger.
"i told you to move. i had to squeeze in between the crab and you. and now… she fainted" the rider said. johnny was perplexed. not only he didn't hear someone approaching - which was concerning, his unusual hearing should allow him to sense it - but also, he was shocked. how dare someone steal his job opportunity? money has been tight lately.
he huffed and jumped off the horse, wanting to walk closer to grab the woman and check on her. but the mystery rider was faster.
"don't touch her" the snarl made him dig his heels into the ground, unnaturally. he froze, watching how you leaned and effortlessly carried the woman in bridal style.
he observed the scene, perplexed. a total stranger just chimed in, killed the monster in one swipe like a professional, ordered him around… and now, even the horse followed his owner. without any command.
johnny tsked and grabbed the loot from the crab. then, he followed the rider hoping to gain some answers and hopefully earn money. he tried to rescue the woman, didn't he?
the village wasn't far, so you made it quick. two young teens gasped and ran up.
"take her to my hut, please. clean her face and make sure she stays there if she wakes up. i need to do a check up" you ordered and gently handed them the unconscious woman.
"on it, lady y/n!" they called and strolled off with a sense of urgency. turning on your heel, you sent a cold glaze to the witcher. "the hell you think you're going to?"
"the chief" johnny shrugged nonchalantly. he observed how your eyes glimmered with hatred.
"you should leave. there's no business here." you grunted, tugging your horse's reins.
"lady y/n, i'll make sure of that myself. there clearly was danger nearby" he taunted you.
"and i clearly had it under control." you grunted, stepping closer. a splash of blood across your face dried in the prickling sun, burgundy shade blooming from across the right side of your forehead to the corner of your left cheek. "don't test me. go to the chief, sure. show off the head as a proof. and then leave"
once again, that feeling. the last word felt like cold steel slashing through his body. like an order called by a siren. he did not like it one bit.
with one last glare and an annoyed huff, you hopped on your horse and rode away. towards the woods.
he could just turn in, show the proof that he (technically) eliminated the danger, and be on his way. but he did not like your behavior at all. and he will make sure that there's nothing suspicious in this village. witchers ought to protect humans, not only from monsters.
he got paid. the chief of the village was surprised but paid, nonetheless. johnny was looking out of the window, observing the black crows in the sky.
"is there anything that needs to be taken care of?" johnny asked, already mentioning his profession. he sensed the hesitation in the man's features.
"truth be told, mr suh…. there is a beast in the woods. y/n, our local medic, says it might be leshen. but she's not sure either. the monster sometimes… requires…" the man gulped and sat down with a heavy sigh. johnny rose his eyebrows. "an offering. human offering, that is."
it's not impossible but very unlikely, johnny thought. leshen usually consume wild animals living in the forest and yes, humans, but mostly… if they step on their territory.
"i-it's nothing, i shouldn't have mentioned it" the chief blurted out when he saw johnny thinking deep. "lady y/n is working on it"
"is she? who is she, if i may ask?" the witcher crossed his arm, his necklace dangling on his chest.
"well… our healer. she is quite strange but never harmed us. ever since she arrived to our village, there's been less wild animals or monsters. she's no professional like you but let me tell you, boy! the way she swings that sword of hers! majestic! rychu, our senior veteran, couldn't even do that when he was younger!" the chief laughed, holding his belly.
"hilarious" johnny said with a straight face. "i want to talk with y/n. where does she live?"
the chief's face turned pale, his laugh dying in his throat.
"away from our village, a fifteen minute walk. near the forest. there's a small pond, then you take a turn and her hut is there. you'll know you're on the right path once you see cherry trees. but… if you're not hurt or anything, don't go there." seeing johnny's unfazed face, the man quickly added: "that's a rule she set. only come there if you're injured or sick. or if there's an emergency. i told you, boy, she's weird. doesn't like people much. well, spending time with them. she can lie all she wants but we all know that deep down, she doesn't. just needs time alone."
"and you never found it weird?" johnny tsked.
"well, she pays taxes just as everyone else does" the chief grunted. "listen, boy. if you mess with her, your problem. but do not indulge our village in that: we need her." the man said angrily, visibly upset with the conversation.
johnny strode off, not bothering to say goodbye. he will find out what was up with you, just out of spite.
johnny left his horse in a tiny stable next to the inn he stayed in and went to visit you the next day. refreshed, rested.
and prepared.
he indeed passed a small pond, frogs creaking in a choir when he walked by. soon the smell of cherries overtook his senses. your hut appeared from between the huge trees. wooden, simple, with a huge garden overflowing with herbs and flowers.
his swords attached on his back clicked softly as he softly placed his feet. shifting the weight of his feet not to make too much noise. if his gut is right - and in most cases, it is - you might not be an ordinary healer.
aside from the buzz of bees dancing around the lavender near him, he could hear two voices. loud, chaotic. arguing.
"i told you so many times not to!"
"but… father…"
"your father is a drunkard and a lump!"
"we have to live somehow… if he can't, i… i have to"
"not by going out alone into the field!"
"you wouldn't understand, y/n! you're here alone. do you even have a family to care for? a loved one? you wouldn't get it!"
silence.
"get out."
"i… i'm sorry-" the other voice cracked.
"get. out." almost a wolf-like growl. the tension was getting thick.
the door busted open and a girl ran out of the hut, tears in her eyes. johnny realized it was the same woman who was saved by you yesterday. she ran past him, sniffling.
"you too. get out. no trespassing." you snarled, leaning against the doorway.
"you interrupted my work. i'm intrigued about you" johnny said, not lying one bit. besides your mysterious appeal, you were also quite beautiful if he said so.
"yeah? and i don't care. unless you're hurt, there's no need for you to be here. moreover, there's no need for you to be in this village. we are doing perfectly fine without a witcher. there are no monsters nearby." you said, wiping your hands against your linen shirt. around your neck was hung a necklace decorated with wolf fags and crow feathers.
"no monsters? and the arachas was a fish?" johnny stood in his place, patiently. he peeked inside your hut. a typical village hut - wooden furniture, dried herbs, garlic, and flowers tied into a braid and hanging on the walls, candles. and… animal skulls. he noticed some scattered bloodied cloth on the ground.
"i repeat: unless you are not hurt, get out" you said and were about to close the door, when he cleared his throat.
"i am."
you rose your eyebrows, unfazed.
"don't tell me you got a scratch from a fight you haven't participated in. that would make you quite a useless protector of the human kind, no?" you teased. johnny smiled, admiring your word verbal fencing.
"mhm, no. i got hurt before i got here and i was hoping to find a medic. conveniently, here you are" he shrugged, crossing his arms. it wasn't necessarily a lie - he did get hurt during a fight with a wyvern on his way here. he drank a potion or two to regain strength but his wound needed healing.
with a heavy sigh, you moved away from the door and disappeared inside.
he followed you inside, the smell of herbs being even more intense than inside. it almost tickled his nose.
"sit down and don't move"
he did. resting his fists on his thighs, he continued to scan your house in search for more extraordinary items. for example, your shelves were bending from the amount of books on them. no normal, poor villager in the middle of nowhere would had that many books. in another language at that. you were either really rich or moved here with already existing collection.
another thing, scented candles. something told johnny you tried really hard to bring as much fragrances as you could to fill up the house. he hasn't figured out the reason yet, though.
"where?"
he snapped back to reality, looking at you rolling up your sleeves.
"under my collarbone" he said.
"undress then" you huffed. in a blink of an eye his swords were laying on your bed, along with his shirt. you gulped, trying to focus. in the village, the men weren't really… muscular… so it was definitely a nice sight. and he noticed that.
you scanned the wound, a curved cut running from under his left collarbone to a little above his right nipple. not too deep but could use a cleaning and a bandage.
so you went to grab some. johnny used this opportunity to lean on his hands a bit back, not so subtly flexing his arms as well. when you returned, you just sighed at the sight. men.
"so, are you the village protector? if so, i am truly not needed here" he engaged the conversation, eyeing you carefully.
"exactly. aren't you witchers so smart…" you taunted, gently pressing a cloth soaked with a pungent smelling liquid to his wound. normally, it would sting. but due to the trials and mutations witchers undergo through, such minor sting felt more like a tickle. besides, he was used to it.
"so you will handle the leshen alone?" johnny cocked an eyebrow. you hesitated.
"i will" your tone was hard and convincing. then, you moved the cloth. "i need to bandage it."
"go on" johnny said lazily. when your hands started wrapping the bandage around his torso, he realized one thing: your hands were deadly cold. which was weird in the middle of summer.
all the small clues he has gathered started forming into a clear image: you might be a vampire.
a crow cracked ugly in the backyard, adding an extra note to his observation: a bruxa at that. this kind of vampire is cooperating with animals, which would explain the constant presence of crows and your horse not rebelling against you; yet, even listening to your commands without tantrum. you were probably resistant to witcher potions and oils, bringing only fire and silver to defeat you — given that you're not a higher vampire yet.
it took hundreds of years for a normal vampire to turn into a higher one: and they were impossible to kill, even by a professional monster hunter.
"done, all patched up" you sent him a beautiful smile. he mirrored it. "you can go now. farewell, witcher!"
"i'm staying overnight. then i'll decide. i can't just leave a village that's threatened by a leshen" johnny smiled and stood up, putting back on his shirt. here comes a test. "can you pass me the swords?"
if you touched silver, it would bring you pain — unless you were a higher vampire. if you were, johnny would leave. only a higher vampire could kill another one.
but when you grabbed them, nothing happened. johnny cursed mentally. there was hope, though: he noticed the small burn scars scattered all over your hands.
"if you change your mind to cooperate with me, i'm staying in the inn." there was only one in the whole village.
you shrugged and sat down on a chair, back facing him.
the moon glimmered high in the dark sky, dark clouds wrapping around it like soft cotton. johnny wiped his silver sword last time, looking at the reflection of night sky in the surface.
the crows were plucking their feathers outside his window, watching him closely.
once he stood up, ready to face the upcoming danger, the crows flew away. probably to you.
he was in the forest quicker than expected. the night was chilly, without any wind. the atmosphere was tense, every step felt like an approaching grim reaper. different kinds of birds were chirping… meaning he was on a bruxa's territory.
"the leshen was a cover, huh?" johnny asked, voice steady. he could sense your presence, eyes piercing through him.
leaves gently rustled under his heavy boots as he made his way deeper into the woods.
"one thing leaves me puzzled, though…" he began again, trying to smoke you out of your hiding spot. he guessed you were hiding somewhere in the trees. "you could've killed the whole village if you wanted. no one would know. why you're still here?"
"you wouldn't get it"
there is was. a sharp, almost thrilling voice. must've been your rdeal form.
"then explain" johnny said, stopping his movement. if you were not a higher vampire, the fight should be easy. but if you were… he was in real danger. as always, he trusted his gut.
"i was born hundreds of years ago here. i made a promise to protect this village" a soft rustle of leaves told him you must've jumped down from a tree. somewhere to his left.
"i know what you are" johnny slowly reached for his silver sword.
"say it. out loud. say it!" you growled. johnny felt your presence all around him: in the air, in his lungs. in his blood.
"vampire"
an inhuman screech made the hair on his arm rise, imminently taking a defensive stance. bruxae are agile so he should've seen it coming. but you still manages to take him by surprise when he felt your cold hands around his neck, long claws digging into his skin. you not only knocked the air out of his lungs but also knocked him over, quickly straddling his lap. due to his cat alike eyes, he saw you clearly despite it being the middle of the night. your eyes now darker than before, skin almost translucent.
"smart boy. now, listen because i will not repeat myself" you hissed through your fangs. "you leave and never come back."
"but you are killing those people. there is no leshen. the human offerings go to you" johnny's voice sounded like sandpaper.
"a small price for keeping them safe. you don't know how it is. you humans always think you know what's god and what's evil. you never consider another point of view. always so shallow" you grunted and moved your fingers, allowing him to take a breath. he did, almost as if drowning and gasping for his dear life. "i am a monster, i am starved for blood. my hut needs to be filled with scents so i don't go berserk on someone bleeding out while i take care of them. this is my endless suffering, johnny."
he didn't even had a while to ponder how do you know his name. all he sensed in your voice was pain.
"i don't want to kill but i was made to do so. i'm fighting against my monster nature. my life is an endless road of guilt. hunger, shame, guilt. self torture." you spat out, suddenly letting go and blinking away a stinging feeling in your eyes.
maybe two hundreds years ago you'd call them tears. now they were just a pathetic reminder of how it was once to be a human.
"don't make me kill you as well. i know you want to save them. but what then? you'll leave them with no protector. you'll forget about them." you whispered.
"but i can put an end to your suffering" he offered, swallowing hard.
you leaned in and took his sword, grabbing it by the sharp blade. pointing at your stomach. your grasp was soft but still managed to make your hands burn from the silver.
so he had a real chance of killing you before you turn into a higher vampire, much harder to kill in the future.
"the choice is yours, witcher" your voice was soft. tired.
so johnny took a deep breath, weighing his options.
he could kill you, right here. he just had to grab the sword handle and push. but that would make the village lose their healer and protector… and the reason behind numerous deaths a year. alas, your death would set you free from the miseries of being a timeless creature with internal dilemmas.
but he could also save you. with the grab of his sword handle and throwing the blade away to signal his decision. he'd leave like nothing happened — and the village would continue it's mundane routines. continuous mysterious deaths… only to be saved again and again by the person who is the murderer. and you could only grow stronger and stronger with each consumed victim… becoming an impossible to kill creature with mind blurred both by guilt and hunger.
“evil is evil. lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. but if i'm to choose between one evil and another, then i prefer not to choose at all.” said once his witcher friend, geralt. and oh, how johnny wished he didn't have to chose now.
but with your piercing gaze through his skull, he knew the time was ticking.
ღ pairing: lifeguard!johnny x fem!reader (less beach stuff, i got carried away lol)
ღ description: nearing graduation, (y/n) spends the weekend at the local pool to unwind the stresses of school, when she meets Johnny Suh, who will be the change of perspective she needs before stepping into the next chapter in her life.
ღ word count: 2,015
ღ genre: ANGST, fluff
ღ warnings: YN HAS LOW SELF-ESTEEM FROM THE START (like self-blame, sorry), slight swearing, nothing sexual & i focused on the friendship more
ღ playlist: hate myself by dodie, heaven by maude latour, & karera by bini
ღ author's note: happy one year to me, for posting my first au here (coincidentally). this is personal to me & i’m very proud of putting it out there! <3
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“(y/n), we just finished our exams,” Mei playfully whined as she nudged your shoulder. “Let’s go out!”
“Where? I wanna stay in the city.” You chuckled.
“The local pool!” Mei rose up from her seat. “You miss swimming.”
“I wouldn’t know anyone there, except you.” You looked up at Mei and smiled.
“That’s exactly why we’re going!” Mei brimmed with anticipation.
While packing for the weekend, you were busy ruminating. Am I 100% sure?
You’ve kept quiet about your vices because you didn’t wanna be a problem for anyone to solve. The possibility of pivoting away from years of dedication to a craft, terrified you and if anyone, god forbid, were to find out, you wouldn’t know how to live with yourself. You indulged in the consequences in great detail, making you sweat profusely as your mind catered to every thought.
Hanging on the wall was your self-portrait from when you were young. Rough squiggly lines from a set of crayons your grandmother got you for Christmas. You had large oblong-shaped eyes and a rectangular smile on the piece of paper.
Imperfect but, you continued. She didn’t have a care in the world, you wondered.
The weekend finally comes when you hear a knock on the door, followed by a sweet tone which called out for you, it was Mei. Who else knows your address? you snickered. She dragged her small luggage inside and charged at you, with a snuggly hug. It just felt right for a moment.
“You look drowsy,” Mei, to her surprise, stepped away. “Was I too early?”
Your eyes widened as you took a deep gulp. If there’s one person worth telling, it’s her, right? you thought.
“Just amped up. Shall we?” You grabbed her hand and plastered a smile. After minutes without a bench in sight, you both arrive at the gate. Awfully spacious, you purse your lips.
“You sure it’s open? Looks like a cemetery.” You let out a laugh.
“Peace and quiet?” Mei giggled.
“Mhm, I do like the sound of that,” You continued. “I’ll just look around.” You left the resting hut.
Again, you were all alone but the fresh breeze did help you soothe your nerves. Walking slowly made you notice how poignant the red and white striped pool lanes were. The heat outside striked the surface of your skin as you brush your hair back. You couldn’t put into words why the constant stream of water keeps colliding.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud thud inside the restroom. The sink had sachets scattered messily around and a stack of kickboards were on the ground. Unbeknownst to you that taking one step would make you fall flat on the floor. The impact it had on your bottom was so painful, you couldn’t get up nor think clearly. You were greeted by a six-foot man looking down on the mess that is you.
“Shit, sorry! You okay?” The man hastily asks as he reaches out his hand for you.
“You think?” You said with gritted teeth. “My butt’s sore!”
“I’m Johnny, by the way,” Johnny hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze. “What’s yours?”
“(y/n). But I’ve to go.” You slowly get up off the ground, with zero intent of letting him utter another word.
You were about to leave when Johnny tapped your shoulder. Something about his energy drew you in, so you indulge with what he has to say.
“A lifeguard’s not usually like this,” He continued as he scratched the back of his head. “Lemme make it up to you.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You brushed past him.
Before turning behind your back, Johnny was left standing there, stunned. Curiosity grew deeper and you knew you had to bump into him again.
Practically limping from your swollen bottom, Mei saw you from a far and quickly ran towards your direction. She sits you down at the resting hut with a towel on her back.
“(y/n), who did this?” Mei hands you a cup of water, voice trembling.
“I slipped on the pavement!” You humour her after taking a few sips. Mei lifted a brow in response.
“Just a clumsy lifeguard.” You winced. “But I’m okay!” You look into her eyes intently.
“Doesn’t look like that.” Mei’s voice dropped, avoiding eye contact with you.
“What’re you getting at?” You tilt your head sideways, eyes bulged.
“Just tell me, (y/n).” Her nostrils flare up, voice low.
You took a deep breath as you closed your eyes. You started to mumble, at first, but you kept going. You told her how you endured studying at such a prestigious university because of her and opened up about skipping graduation altogether.
“I brushed it all off because I had you,” Your hands fidgeted. “Now, I’m not so sure.”
“So you’re saying, it’s my fault?” Mei pursed her lips. “You lied to me.” She crossed her arms.
“No, because I’d lose you if I did!” You raised your voice before covering your mouth.
“You know what,” Mei tensed up. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses.” She brushed her forehead with a puzzled look.
Mei dragged her luggage, left the hut without looking back. Shocked to your core, you knew begging was useless. Letting the person you trust the most to pull away was a guttural feeling. You cried yourself to sleep that evening.
You abruptly wake up as the sun hits the surface of your skin. You hear children laughing at the pool when you are interrupted by a familiar voice.
“Sleepyhead.” A glint of light shines from Johnny.
“I don’t recall nicknames.” You retort back, getting up as you rub your eyelids.
“What’s mine, then?” He exchanged.
“Stalker.” A chuckle broke out between the space the two of you shared.
“What’re you doing, aside from spying on me?” You questioned.
“If you must know, I work here,” Johnny said. “Pool’s full today and I need an extra pair of hands. Job’s yours if you want!” He offered.
“I don’t have experience,” Before you could finish, Johnny eyed you up. It was different from the day you first met him. He wasn’t clumsy, but incredulous and had you high on a new feeling.
“Relax, I got you.” Johnny reassured you as he placed both his hands on your shoulders.
Your cheeks turned a shade of red and you knew, he had noticed as before he shook his head. You rolled your eyes at him and nodded.
Your job began by preparing kickboards near the pool. Johnny left you to man the desk for a few minutes, you didn’t expect today to be packed. You took notice of a collision of waves splashing against each other. Opposites, you tell yourself. A different life you could’ve been living if you were honest with yourself versus the one you have today. You’ve dug yourself a grave deeper than your fingers deep into the kickboard you were holding, tightening the grip when it suddenly snaps. And it was your fault. A bunch of kids with dagger eyes, gossiping about you. Tears start to form and blur your vision from what’s ahead when Johnny catches up behind you.
“Let’s go.” Johnny breathed.
“I’m fine.” You said, reluctant to take his help. “Don’t you have a job to do?”
“Technically, you do too.” Johnny laughed. “C’mon, who doesn’t take breaks?” He pulls you up to take you inside.
As you walked through the door, silence welcomed you, but in a good way. Johnny gestured to you to sit at his chair before offering you a cup of water. As you take a sip, you let out a scoff, visibly coughing as your emotions start to burst. Feelings of overwhelm lapped you like ocean waves when you lay everything down.
“I stayed in a program because it’d be too disappointing to throw away years of sweat and tears down the drain,” Your voice low, head in hands. “Now, I lost my best friend.”
You glanced up to see Johnny quiet and for once, you actually felt safe. As you were about to continue, he stood up from leaning against the desk.
“I dropped out years ago.” Johnny said, jerked his head to the side.
Your assumptions of him were disproved, all at once. Nonetheless, your mind grew curious and wanted answers to why.
Johnny opened up about dropping out to pursue a myriad of jobs, eventually landing himself more experiences than anyone you could think of. It wasn’t easy, of course. People in his life developed grudges because there wasn’t any certainty in his path.
“Must’ve been hard,” Your eyes narrowed.
“But, I got me.” Johnny shrugged. “(y/n), you have so much time on your hands. Just gotta learn how to use it.”
“What should I do?” You asked with an empty look.
“You know what you have to do, (y/n).” Johnny grinned.
It was sundown and with residents leaving, it was just the two of you again. You’ve overstayed your welcome and couldn’t bear facing another day without Mei. You thought it was ludicrous to write to a stranger.
Thanks for everything, Johnny.
Don’t be a stranger, I’ll be at 29 St. C.U.P. id Auditorium @ 5PM tomorrow.
The morning of your graduation comes and needless to say, you should’ve been at the venue, but there you were, standing outside of Mei’s door. With a simple knock, you hear the twist of the knob turn, taking a deep gulp before opening your eyes was all that seemed certain.
“Spare me five minutes?” You asked.
Mei nods her head, still arms crossed and not uttering a word.
“I’m sorry,” You continued. “Just the program itself, but I was never lying to you about who I was.”
If it weren’t for the weekend, you would’ve never gained the strength to apologize to her. But you had arrived here, feeling a lot more secure of yourself.
“C’mere.” Mei pulls you into a tight embrace, arms wrapped around every inch of you as tears cascade down. “You’re gonna figure this out.” She said reassuringly.
After some time, you went home to prepare and as you were getting dressed, your mind wandered off to that weekend. You’d hope he’d show but brushed it off immediately. He’s probably busy, you say to yourself.
The auditorium was a street away and as soon as you stepped inside, it was a different atmosphere. A widely packed audience filled with people’s emotions gushing uncontrollably. Fellow batchmates called for your attention. This isn’t so bad, you thought.
You found your seat by the end of the row as the event began. The crowd grew loud with the heartfelt speeches that the professors and students gave. The time came to line up before the stage and you were growing uneasy.
“Next, (y/n) (l/n)!” The speaker exclaimed.
Your lips start to curl downward, eyeing the diploma. The dean shook your hand and pulled the other to slip the paper in. Unreal. The photographer was gesturing in front of you when your eyes veered from across the crowd, Mei smiling with her thumbs up close to her face.
And with a flash, you’re a fresh graduate. Still feels like pretend except you have the gown and diploma to prove it.
The ceremony ended with tearful goodbyes as trenchers were thrown up into the sky. You rose from your seat when a bouquet of flowers found its way into your arms.
“Excuse me,” Johnny continued. “I think you dropped this!” All dressed in his most comfortable sweater and slacks, accentuating his physique.
No longer fighting away tears, you accept what’s in front of you. “I’m glad you came.” You sniffled.
“No tardies.” Johnny snickered. “But, I’m really proud of you.” He leaned closer, meeting your gaze.
Johnny placed both his hands on your waist and you were expecting a hug, when he picked you up and spun you around. Giggles escape between the two of you.
You weren’t known for taking risks, but you probably wouldn’t be here without it. You start the next chapter of your life with a fresh take in mind.
