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.
Warnings: pwp, sex(fingering),bodily fluid, Dacryphilia(if you squint), Brat taming, reader has a vagina.
“the more you move and squirm the longer i keep you here baby.”
Johnny was right, your squirming was pointless. He was already knuckles deep in your pussy, holding you by the chin so you could look at yourself in the mirror. You’ve lost count on how many times you came, bedsheets soaked with your cum. “P-please Johnny its too m-much…” You cry out while gripping onto his forearm.
“Too much but your taking my fingers so well baby girl, you basically sucking me in. You know you don’t want me to stop.” Johnny whispered into your ear, shivers running down your spine.
Without warning he picked up the paces which earned a scream from you. He could help but chuckle at it, feeling you squeeze his fingers as you came once again. “Let this be a lesson to listen to me when I say to. Next time I wont be so nice to let you cum.”
a/n:WOAH MUSE FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING EVERYONE CHEERED!!! lol sorry chat i started working and have been distracted and unmotivated to write since until i saw this video of johnny😭 i wanna get back into the groove of writing so hopefully ill post something else. accept this as my formal apology 🙏🏾. love yall take care leave some feedback, a like, a repost, or a request (PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING).
Pairing: Jaehyun (NCT) x Fem!Reader x Johnny (NCT); Genre: friends to friends with benefits? or lovers, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: talk about pregnancy, unprotected sex, double penetration; Wordcount: 882
Summary: One game of basketball quickly turned into a game of pleasure.
A/N: Thank you to @sanjoongie and @anyamaris for listening to my word dump and help me figure out this scene.
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Johnny sat on a bench nearby the basketball court. He had his camera in his hands, flicking through the pictures he just took.
All of them were with you and Jaehyun, playing in a one on one against each other.
Your laugh rang through the air as you grabbed the ball, hid it underneath your shirt and pressed it against your stomach, turning away from Jaehyun, who yelled at you and tried getting the ball back.
Jaehyun wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling your back against his strong chest. He even lifted you off the ground, your feet dangling helplessly in the air.
Johnny immediately raised his camera and took another shot of the scene unfolding in front of him. He snickered in amusement, seeing how Jaehyun twirled you around with the biggest grin on his face. “You two look like a couple excited from their pregnancy journey.”
Jaehyun stopped spinning you around, turning to look at his friend with surprise written all over his face. His gaze slowly lowered until he stared at your profile from behind, noticing how you tried to make yourself smaller than you were and hide away from both of them.
You bit on your lower lip, blinking heavily while you tried to hide your embarrassment. You felt the heat creep up your chest, your neck and further up your face.
Johnny stood up, moving towards the both of you with a knowing grin forming on his lips. He exchanged a silent conversation with his friend simply through his eyes and a short nodding movement of his head.
“Do you want to be stuffed like that?” Jaehyun leaned down to whisper into your ear. His lips brushed against the shell and made you shiver in anticipation.
You didn’t notice their smirks and knowing expressions, too consumed with the scenes playing out inside your mind. You hadn’t even processed it completely, before you realised you were nodding already.
“Care to help?” This time Jaehyun addressed his question to Johnny, who pursed his lips in order to seem somewhat serious about this situation.
Johnny carefully put his camera aside and moved towards you two. He gently pried the basketball from your hands, simply dropping it to the ground.
The basketball on your stomach got replaced with his large hands caressing your skin. At the same time Jaehyun began kissing along your neck, squeezing your hips and pressing your behind against his hardening dick.
They guided you towards the benches, their hands all over your body and under your clothes.
Jaehyun sat down on the bench, opening his pants and pulling out his cock. He pumped himself with one hand and leaned back on his other, watching you and Johnny making out in front of him.
Johnny pulled your clothes away and moved you towards Jaehyun, making you sit down on his lap while still facing him.
You moaned out loud when Jaehyun pumped his cock, brushing along your folds in the process.
“Shit, you’re getting wet so easily”, he exhaled, feeling excitement build up inside of him. The wetness easily spread over his fingers and coated his shaft. After a few more strokes he slipped into you, immediately bottoming out.
Your jaw dropped open and you closed your eyes from the pleasure.
“Don’t forget about me.” Johnny chuckled while revealing his hard on. He tapped the head of his dick against your lower lip. His grin widened when you automatically stretched your tongue out.
You nearly gagged when he pushed into your mouth, drool running down your chin. You moaned around his shaft, the penetration from Jaehyun making you go crazy.
Both Johnny and Jaehyun thrusted into you with different paces, driving you to the edge easily. You were a moaning and squirming mess between these two, yet you needed even more.
Johnny pulled out of your mouth, pushing both you and Jaehyun down on the bench. He grabbed your thighs and spread them apart, staring at your hole and how Jaehyun continued pushing into you. His fingers danced across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until he reached your bundle of nerves.
“Fuck!” Jaehyun groaned out in pleasure. “Do that again, she just squeezed me so fucking tightly.”
Johnny clicked with his tongue. “I need her to relax though, otherwise we won’t fit in together.” Johnny moved his long fingers from your bundle of nerves to your hole, stretching you even more.
You cried out in pleasure. On one hand you feared they wouldn’t fit at all since both of them were rather big, but on the other hand you desperately wanted them to try - and most importantly to go through with it.
All of you moaned the second Johnny pushed his dick into you as well.
You inhaled sharply, the stretch borderlining on being painful. Though when they moved again the pleasure overtook your whole body.
It felt like you came all too quickly, your mouth drying up, your nerves being alight and the knot in your lower stomach exploding like fireworks.
Johnny and Jaehyun pulled out of you shortly afterwards, leaving you empty and spent. Jaehyun had his arms wrapped around your body, keeping you on top of him. Johnny leaned over the both of you, breathing heavily.
an: was listening to ella mai's shot clock and here we are.
part 2 probably when i remember to actually create rather than consume when i'm on here
you'd just about had it with johnny...
you'd had it with him thinking coming over to your place and occasionally having toe curling sex was a date, you'd had it with how he'd met all of your friends and you were yet to meet his, you'd had it with how loosely he threw around pet names like "mine and "my girl", whispering sweet nothings to you - completely oblivious to the effect things as simply complex as "only for me..." had on you - you'd had it with how he'd cockblock you and claim you as his every time other guys tried to hit on you at parties, how he'd make no efforts to tell people off when they made passes at him, but heaven forbid another man did so much as look at you and all hell would break loose.
the worst part of it wasn't that you'd had to turn down men that were just as hot as him. oh no, not at all. in-fact, you were quite pleased with yourself for having bagged the fine specimen. a devious smile that was a code you could never quite crack, you'd come to learn meant a multitude of things, his gaze was one that could do so much as to leave you a stuttering mess upon making eye contact, his height foreshadowed the sizeable member that lie beyond the material of his beloved pair of jeans.
there was more to him than the physical, he had manners, something of his you admired. how he respected both you and himself enough to freshen up before coming over, always waiting for you to give him the 'ok' to come in when you eagerly opened your apartment door to his smiley, clean and comfy looking self, nice enough to use a coaster when he poured himself something to drink - something he remembered you'd given him a stern talking to for not doing the first time he came over - using the ottoman rather than putting his legs up on the sofa or coffee table, offering to wash the dishes you were yet to muster up the energy to clean, how cocky and full of himself he was...how full of him you were, never missing the opportunity to call you his tiny baby, his size having you mutter incoherent babbles while his hips moved sporadically into you, having no qualms about wiping you down and opening a bath for you right after, how good he always smelt after coming out of the shower, the notable contrast compared to the room that both smelled and looked like a sex marathon had transpired.
But no, the worst part wasn't how perfect he was, the worst part was that he wasn't yours...
it sucked how much your heart melted when he'd do so little as to flash you a warm smile, it sucked how you loved how possessive he got of you, it sucked how he treated you like you were his special girl, it sucked how much you loved him...
it tore you apart knowing you had come this far with him and yet whenever you were asked on the status of your relationship, you'd be the only one that burned of embarrassment when you received looks of sympathy when you revealed he was merely your situationship. you knew you didn't have the heart to confront johnny about how he had practically dribbled and made a mockery out of your feelings. how each and every time you'd convinced yourself you were ready to cut him off, he'd snake his way up into the gap of your thighs, lapping away at the front of bravery you'd put up as if it were ice cream and all you could do was lay there to melt.
if you hadn't yet mentioned it in the last six months, what would trigger the sudden change?
maybe it was the fact that the soft patters of water had prematurely woken you up from sleep. reaching for his phone for the time, only for there to be a pang you felt in your heart as you read the crude notification from one of the girls you'd seen at a party you'd attended mere hours early, while your boy-...friend was in the shower. not surprised by what you had assumed were his antics, you weren't angry, or even hurt, just sheerly and utterly drained.
for the duration of the party and every party prior to that, you hadn't over-stepped and told anybody to back off from making any advances on him. it wasn't because you had faith in him, you couldn't stomach yet another look of sympathy, one of those looks that made it very evident that you weren't his, you were just his favourite.
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an: man i'm so incredibly tired but i didn't want you guys to forget me lmao.... here's a little something of proof i'm not dead and whatnot...
[18:45] date nights at the city were one of the things you and boyfriend!johnny loved to do whenever you were free from work. whether it was planned weeks before or even on a whim, the city had a lot of activities for couples to do.
as you both entered the 9th month of “calling it official”- because everyone in your friend circle were itching for the both of you to date- you thought it would be best to gift johnny something he deserved. also, his birthday was closing in, so you decided to get him a pair of dope-looking sandals from peter do.
johnny texted you saying that he was on his way to, making you all smiley and giddy to see his reaction of your gift to him.
[johnny] : “hey babe, i’m by madison avenue. will turn to the section soon ❤️”
[you] : “alright, got us seats already. see you ❤️”
you smiled and waved at him when he finally set foot in the restaurant. johnny’s eyes smiled at you and he’d be truthful to himself that on each date night you guys had, you never failed to make him swoon and his stomach would take a while to get over the jitters.
johnny even laughed more seeing you and him wearing similar outfits: a navy blue sweater and an emerald snapback for him, while you sported a lighter shade of a blue cardigan and a green beanie.
“my girl, you’re just wearing comfort clothes and you got me all eyes on you even more. but seriously, stop copying me.” he said jokingly before giving a chaste kiss on your temple.
“hey i got here first so let’s just say you copied me.” you squeezed his cheek and poked his nose, him chuckling. “anyway, this couldn’t wait ‘til your birthday so i got you these.”
johnny pouted in a short confusion, seeing you shuffle in your seat to hand him a white paper bag. his eyes caught sight of the words ‘peter do’ and you swore that you wished your phone cam caught his funny expression.
“peter do?!” he said in a soft whisper, switching his head from you and the box back and forth. “no. freaking. way. you got the limited edition too? these aren’t even in stores yet. how did you- wow.”
you covered your mouth with your sweater paws and giggled in embarrassment. “well i know someone at his retail so..”
johnny stood up from his seat and sat next you, giving you quite a long hug and another kiss on your head. “you’re amazing y/n, you know that?”
you pondered a bit. “hmm, yeah. i think you should copy that from me, john. kidding, advance happy birthday, love.”
johnny smiled at you and his upper cheek dimples showed, just how did he get so lucky with you? he’d like to know the answer to that.
warnings: coarse language (or not, I don’t really remember), blood, gore, self-mutilation (not mental health or self-harm related, it’s just a gory sci-fi plot point), barely proofread but I think it’s passable.
note: a spooky little piece i decided to do as i’m making massive changes to my ‘fight or flight’ series… partial spoilers but i don’t expect to be finishing the first fic any time soon, and i feel like it’s not for the tumblr demographic anyways LOL (ao3 here i come). sort of bloody and gory stuff ahead, you have been warned.
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MIDNIGHT IN THE WEST LANES OF THE QUARRY, wrapped tightly in the arms of sin and vice: Johnny had found himself in a gnarly predicament.
He slid to the ground spewing profanities, his backside meeting the metal of the door mere seconds after it had slammed shut. The entire thing shook beneath his weight, protesting further when he threw his head back against it. Blunt force hammering into his skull, pain burying deep into his head and racing down his spine like a current—just a precursor for a long, long night.
He did it again, to be sure, pitching backward until he heard a sickening thump. It hurt less now. Good. Then he brought the tin can back up to his lips and finished the rest of his drink, grimacing when he felt grains of sand on his tongue. Peering into the bottom of the now-empty can, he found jagged edges of metal soaked in a discoloured foam. A suspicious crimson stain sat at the bottom, as if the bartender—last seen suffering from the dryness of the Lanes and a badly-split lip—had spat in Johnny’s cup before filling it with lukewarm beer.
No matter, he thought, mustering a condescending sneer. They were no strangers to disease and illness on the streets of the Quarry, and he had a multitude of other issues to worry about: beginning with a group of men somewhere on the other side of the door, all hellbent on tearing him from limb to limb. Leraje had made good promise of carving his face into a gargoyle, if he ever got his hands on him.
Suppose Johnny would just have to do it himself, first.
His reflection awaited him in the bathroom mirror, rough and fatigued, somewhat of a hazy memory. Not quite him. Not perfect, hardly recognizable to most. A softer jawline and heart-shaped face that certainly made him feel foreign in his own body. His eyes were a little meaner than he remembered, bright red and angular like a pair of garnets. His lips were drawn back in a sharp scowl, not entirely to his liking. But it was effective enough around these parts, able to fit him perfectly into the crowd of lowlife party-goers and spiteful drunks.
Working quickly, he slipped out of his jacket and tossed it onto the counter. His shirt followed, pulled over his head in one smooth motion and discarded haphazardly. He debated, for just a second, whether it would be necessary to carve the ink out of his shoulder. For as long as he’d been in hiding, it was the one part of him left recognizable, never altered, never defaced.
“Short, scrawny, black-haired, blue-eyed. Bird tattoo on his arm.”
“Tall-ish, muscular. Black hair. Swallow tattooed on his left shoulder.”
For someone they wanted to kill so badly, they could never paint the right picture.
“He’s got a cute little birdie on his shoulder,” Jungwoo had once said—directly to Johnny’s face, completely unaware that his bounty was right in front of him. “Seen anyone like that recently?”
“No,” Johnny had responded with a snide curl of his lip. He’d tossed a handful of change onto the counter without regard, all whilst holding a blade to the neck of a man hidden below him. It was the small, wiry bartender he’d robbed just moments prior, whose clothes and identity he’d assumed when Jungwoo’s goons backed him into a corner. “Now get the fuck out of my bar.”
The Assembly had been hunting him for sport, like the uber rich topsiders hunted game in the summertime. Johnny had eluded them at every turn only by the skin of his teeth.
By his skin, flesh and bones, by the breaking and tearing of his own body to conform to whatever illusions necessary.
He studied his face for a few moments before taking the knife from his pocket: a handy contraption he’d built himself, with dual blades that could be deployed with the click of a button. Click, like a mechanical pencil. A thin sliver of metal emerged from his hand, gleaming, thrilled to see light again, already on its way to mark the canvas like it had a mind of its own.
It was quick enough. Two symmetrical slashes, one down each side of the face, from the undereye to the hollows of his cheekbone. Deep, painful, nicking something solid on the second stroke. The ink were a deep, glistening red colour, streaking down to his collarbone.
No sooner than he’d begun to bleed, the loose ends of his skin began to knit together. Cells into fibres into tissue into muscle—spiralling into place, regenerating, remodelling. And when they’d smoothed over into patches of new skin, there was a sharpness to his face that hadn’t been there prior.
Though not quite enough.
Again, the knife came. This time below the first cuts, deeper. Harder. Hitting bone purposefully. He hissed as a white-hot sear burst on his vision, lurching forward to clutch at the edge of the counter—before he flipped the blade around his hand and went for more. The thin scalpel now replaced by a thick blade, he drew. An artist hard at work, immersed in their vision, simply could not be stopped. A splatter of red met the floor.
He stopped only to observe. To critique. It looked too much like a past persona: the eyes too small, the mouth too low, the expression still far too cynical, like the bartender facade he’d used to fool Jungwoo. So he relaxed his brow, contorted his features to where he wanted them to be, used his fingers and a smidge of his own blood to mark where he would cut. This was detailed work, after all. He didn’t have time to measure precisely, surely, but he wasn’t a heathen.
Thud. A violent sound behind him; the door shuddered on its hinges, causing Johnny to momentarily lose control of the blade. He felt it cut deep into the corner of his eye and sever a half dozen vessels. Yet there was no fear—it wouldn’t have been the first time he gouged his own eye out, if he was a few millimetres off. There was only a certain irritation at the disruption.
“Someone in there?” a familiar voice called from outside. It was loud and booming, robotic in some strange way, almost as if it’d been fed to a machine first. But above all, it was taunting. “You’ve been in there a long time, friend… Do you need any help? The drink wasn’t too… strong, was it?”
Damn Kim Jungwoo and his timing. Clenching his jaw, Johnny ran the tap and splashed water onto his face. His blood splattered across the sink like crimson watercolour being flung across a canvas. With drenched hands, he slicked his hair back and redressed, then picked up his empty can.
He considered himself an artist in many regards. He had an aptitude for lies and trickery unlike any other. He had lived the lives of upwards of a hundred characters—all hand-drawn, hand-sculpted with the finest material, created with intention and nuance and all, never hollow or useless. The flesh and bone were only the first movement; performance was the second, even if it humiliated him to his core. Johnny believed himself to be an actor suited for centre stage and spotlight, but seldom could he claim his rightful place. Not now. Not yet.
When he flung the bathroom door open a few moments later, he emerged drunk and deranged, tipping over and grabbing onto the first person he saw. A symphony of distasteful club music and voices roared for his entrance, and he thundered above it, spitting and sputtering like an animal.
Within seconds, Jungwoo had flung him aside. They were here for the man with the bird tattoo, not this fool. So Johnny tripped past several party-goers and tumbled to the ground, yet never letting go of his tin can. Then he sat amidst stomping feet and the smell of sweat, feeling the symphony vibrate his bones, laughing until he choked. Part of it was for show; the Assembly wouldn’t bother with someone who looked like him. Part of it was to revel in his victory. In the victories to come.
For one day, he would cast aside all the characters and performances, then rise above them.
sypnosis. you had a bad day at work and johnny is there for you to make your day better.
warnings. fingering, pussy eating, smut
👼🏻 this man has been on my mind lately so yk i had to write for him </3
mr. kim’s voice was low, almost like he was just going to eat you alive. “understood, sir.” you exhale before walking out of the room. as you finally got out of the building, it started to rain. what a lucky day! and just to add another one of your problems, you didn’t have your umbrella. “can my day get any worst?!” you shout out loud, not knowing there were two people right behind you.
you had a bad day today at work. your boss embarrassed you infront of everybody, shouting at you for making a mistake.
“i’m sorry mr. kim, it will not happen again.” you avoided looking up, afraid to see the look on people’s faces as you bore your gaze at your feet. god you wish you could just disappear right now, “if you do this again y/n, i’m going to fire you.”
you turn to look around as you immediately felt embarrassment wash over you. “ah.. sorry, i didn’t know..” you almost mutter, while the two strangers mumbled something to each other before walking away. you groan out to yourself before you palm your forehead.
you felt like you were opening the gates of heaven when you finally arrived at your front door. you’ve been thinking about johnny all day, he was the only one you know who could make you feel better. you open the door and are met by the fresh smell of dinner, taking a deep breath in so you could inhale the delicious scent.
“hey baby, i cooked dinner for us since i know you were coming home late today.” johnny smiles at you, god you could marry this man right here and right now. you walked inside your home as you set your stuff down, your clothes still dripping wet from the rain as you quickly removed your shoes.
“woah, what happened?” asked johnny, as he grabbed the nearest towel he could find and rushed over to you to dab your damp face gently. you sigh, “i just had a bad day today, that’s all.” you leaned your head to his chest, almost falling asleep there. “sorry to hear that baby,” johnny grabbed your chin gently as he stared into your eyes with awe. “come on go get clean clothes so you can enjoy dinner.”
you both stare at each other for what felt like eternity before you nodded lazily as you got off his chest and walked upstairs. you changed into some clean clothes before walking back downstairs. you saw johnny preparing the table for the both of you as he lit up some candles too. “wow, what’s with the candles?” you smile as you took a seat, “i wanted to make this day at least a little better for you since you said you had a bad day at work today.”
johnny replied as he took a seat in front of you, “thank you johnny, you really didn’t have to.” you look up to him smiling at you. you felt warm inside and thought to yourself, what did you do to deserve a man like him? “eat up before it gets cold,” you took a bite out of your meal and immediately melted.
“mmmh, this tastes so good! this is enough to make my day better.” johnny chuckled at your reaction as he took a bite himself.
you both strolled upstairs to your shared bedroom after finishing your supper. it was dark, and the only source of light in the room was from the moon which was perfectly illuminating your bed. you crawl on your bed as you sighed out. johnny closed the door and followed after.
he gets on the bed as he sits down and leans his back on the bed frame, “so, do you wanna talk about your bad day?” you laid your head down on his chest as you stare off in the distance, “my boss yelled at me infront of everybody today, and just for my luck, it started raining the moment i got out of the building.” you sigh, while you slid your hand underneath johnny’s shirt as you drew shapes with your finger on his abs.
“i’m sorry to hear that baby,” johnny shifts from his position, as he was now on top of you, “is there anything i can do to make you feel much better?” johnny placed kisses on your jawline, you look into his eyes and there was a hint of mischief.
“i don't know. anything would be able to make me feel better right now,” you sigh as you cup johnny's face and placed a quick peck on his lips. johnny kissed your jawline for a few more times before moving down to your neck, “what are you trying to do?” you tilted your head to give him a better access,
“let me take care of you baby, close your eyes and relax.” you smile as you followed his instructions and closed your eyes. johnny moved down to your abdomen slowly going towards your lower region.
he swiftly removed your shorts as he placed a quick peck on your clothed cunt, making you hum in approval. “you’re soaking wet baby, don’t tell me this is from the rain too?” he joked while you giggle, “it’s not, i’ve just be thinking about you the whole night. couldn’t wait to get home and see you.” he removed your panties in a quick movement, the cold air hitting your cunt making you breathe out.
he licked your slit, making you let out a breathy moan from your lips. he used his hands to spread out your legs before placing kisses on your cunt. he gave your pussy one last kiss before inserting two fingers in you, making you moan out loud.
“look at you taking my fingers so well, baby,” he kissed your clit as he watched his fingers slide in and out of you in ease. you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you, wanting more from him.
johnny groans around your pussy when you pulled on his hair, “relax, there’s no need to rush. we have all night,” johnny chuckled before he started sucking on your clit, you absolutely felt euphoric. his other hand made its way up to your tits, massaging them and playing with your hardened nipple. his fingers quicked their pace, while johnny kept licking and sucking your clit.
your body was reacting more today, “johnny.. s’too much..” your back arches when he inserted another finger in you, quickly thrusting them in and out of your hole. you felt your high creeping up on you, “fuck, johnny yes! oh my god,” you moan as you cum around johnny’s fingers. although, johnny did not stop. his fingers kept sliding in and out of you, you could hear sounds of your juices squelching.
he ignored your cries and begs, as your thighs shook from the overstimulation. “feels so good!” you cried out, he loved the way your gummy walls were tightly clenching on his fingers while your arousal coated them. your chest heaving up and down, while johnny curled his fingers reaching your g-spot.
your tiny cunt was aching just from his tongue and his fingers. his hand groping your tits before pinching your nipple and rubbing it between his fingers. “m’ gonna cum!” you saw white little dots prickle at your vision as you felt your 2nd orgasm wash over you, he knows your little pussy is aching by now.
johnny gave one last peck at your slit before making his way up to you, “you did so well for me, baby.” he kissed your neck a few times before making out with you, while you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss on your fingers, “did that make your day any better?” you giggle as you nod at him, making him smile in return. oh you were so lucky to have someone like him
