#johnny seo

[suhnflwrs]

lowkey | johnny suh

Summary | After a break-up with your boyfriend of one year, you find yourself in bed with a handsome stranger you meet at a bar. You pride yourself in keeping your personal and professional life at a distance, never daring to mix the two. That is, until that handsome stranger becomes your new co-worker.

Pairing | Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader Genre + AU | Romance, smut + strangers to lovers, coworkers to lovers, office romance, secret relationship WC | 19.7k

Content | Mentions of alcohol and food consumption, side characters (aside from nct members) aren’t based on any specific idols, abusive language from ex, use of Y/N, reader mentions not wanting children, hickies, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, handjob, oral (m+f), creampies, recording, praising, possessiveness, breeding kink, missionary, doggy, mating press, pet names: boss, baby

A/N | I wanted to make this with multiple parts because my original idea could not be posted in just one post without exceeding the post limit. I’m not sure when the next part will be. Also, please note that I do not have any background in business nor do I know anything about how it works behind the scenes, so I tried to make it as simple as possible with the little knowledge I have heh! Let me know what you think & as always, happy reading!

— The Break Up & The Wingman.

“Paying separately or together?” 

The waitress questions politely, shoulders tensing as she asks as if she already knows what the man in front of you is going to say. There’s a hint of pity in her eyes when she meets yours, like she knew how this night was going to end the second you walked in with the man you spent the last year with. 

“Separately.” 

A quiet huff of disbelief leaves the waitress, before she quickly turns it into clearing her throat. You, on the other hand, don’t hide your apathetic demeanor. With a quick hand of your credit card to the waitress, she hastily disappears while you and your now ex-boyfriend sit in silence as those around you continue with their pleasant conversations. 

“Are you…okay?” 

Your ex partner struggles to meet your gaze, but when he does, he nearly shudders at the way you’re looking through him — like he’s nothing but a tiny spec of dust in the air. This quickly turns into a bitter and stark sound that resembles a laugh upon the realization that his words didn’t quite affect you the way he’d hoped.

“Pathetic.” He whispers under his breath. “This is the exact thing I was talking about! No emotions. It’s like speaking to a brick wall all because of your ego.” 

Your jaw slacks open and you run the tip of your tongue against the bottom row of your teeth. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head and a dry, unamused scoff leaves you. 

“Did you expect me to be sobbing in the middle of this restaurant while begging you to take me back?” 

His jaw clenches and his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. You watch as his fingers tighten into a fist and feel the table begin to shake from his knee bouncing up and down from beneath the table. “If that’s the case, you don’t know me at all.” 

With a long sip of the remaining wine left in your glass, your gaze doesn’t falter while the man in front of you seethes in anger at the sight of your calmness. Before he can respond, the waitress returns with your card and the receipt to sign.

“I hope you take this opportunity to better yourself.” The man in front of you lets out as he slips his card into his wallet and then into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Pushing his chair back, he quickly stands. “Otherwise you’ll be alone for the rest of your life.” 

Your scoff turns into a dry laugh as your ex-boyfriend pushes past the waitress and out the restaurant doors — the scent of his expensive cologne, that you once loved, now makes your stomach churn. When you look at the waitress, her eyes soften at the sight of your tiny, closed lip smile. 

“You seem too good for him.” The waitress quietly comments as you stand and grab your belongings, sliding your card into your purse. “I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” 

“Never planned to.” You assure with a grin. “I apologize for his rudeness tonight. He’s a condescending jerk.” Pulling out your wallet, you hand the waitress a crisp hundred dollar bill as a thank you for the professionalism she upheld throughout the night despite your ex’s awful behavior. 

With a swift head shake, she bashfully pushes your hand away before claiming it was too much. 

Simply tucking the bill under the bread basket, you give her a final nod before heading towards the bar you’ve been itching to get a drink from since the conversation turned sour very early into the night. Your heels click against the marble floors until you slide into the nearest barstool. 

“What can I get you?” The handsome bartender smiles a charming little grin that makes your heart jump for a second, but when you see the silver wedding band on his ring finger, the bubble you’re in pops and you huff a small laugh to yourself.

Of course everyone else is in a loving and committed relationship, except for you.

“Just two shots of tequila, please.” You smile, hiding the disappointment of being single — once again. 

Smoothly throwing his cleaning rag over his shoulder, the bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with your alcohol of choice. When presented, you quickly take the shots with ease — letting the sting slide down your throat and warm up your entire body.

“If you don’t mind me asking, miss, but is everything okay?”

You sigh, then scrunch your nose when you look at him. “Bartenders notice everything, huh?” 

“Well, either something’s wrong or you really enjoy tequila — and no one really likes tequila, do they?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders shaking and bottom lip tucking between his teeth.

“I got broken up with tonight.” You dryly chuckle, already feeling pathetic hearing how you sound. 

“Ouch.”

“He sucks. I’m just upset I wasted a whole year with him.”

Your bartender’s lips press into a thin line. Without another word, he refills a shot glass with your choice of alcohol. Then pulls out a fresh glass before filling it up again, but this time lifting it up and towards you. “Here’s to a new start, then.” 

Lifting your glass, you mirror his movements and you both throw your heads back to let the liquid slide down your throats. You sigh in relief, your body immediately relaxing when you feel the warmth course through you. 

“Anything else I can get for you, miss?” 

Shaking your head, you give him a quick thanks before you occupy yourself by deleting and blocking your ex’s number, checking your messages, and ensuring you pace yourself to make your afternoon flight tomorrow. After a few passing guests and text exchanges between you and friends, the bartender surprises you by sliding you a martini with a single olive inside. 

“What’s this?” You ask with a small smile, stuffing your phone back into your hand bag propped on the bar’s table top.

“Courtesy of that gentleman down the bar.” Your bartender grins, pointing at a young man who gives you a small head nod and a smile hidden behind his whiskey. “Full disclosure though, he’s a good friend of mine and thinks you’re pretty but he doesn’t wanna come over unless you’re okay with it.”

“If I’m not?” 

“Then you can take the free drink and I’ll pass on a thank you. If you are, well, everything afterwards is up to you two, isn’t it?” He smirks at you, tucking his hands under his biceps.

You look down the bar, eyeing the way the bartender’s friend casually scrolls through his phone and taking reserved sips of his drink. “And what’s your friend’s name?” You ask aloud, gaze still locked on the man interested in you.

“John.” The bartender nods, watching as you take a cautious sip of your martini. “I’m Jaehyun. I thought I might as well introduce myself if I’m introducing you to a friend of mine.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You chuckle, introducing yourself before taking another sip of your free drink. “Now be honest with me Jaehyun, does your friend have a girlfriend or wife waiting for him back home? I’m not a fan of getting into drama because a man can’t stay faithful.”

”He’s painfully single.” Jaehyun admits as he quietly laughs under his breath. Looking over his shoulder at his friend, he leans forward onto the bar. “Loyal to a fault, sometimes. He’s a good guy though. I promise you’ll be safe with him. Hell, I trust him with my life.”

”You sound like you’ve known him for a while.”

”Too long.” Jaehyun laughs, his cute dimples making their appearance in front of you. “So, what do you think? Wanna meet him or should I just send him your thanks?”

You pause, pondering the options. But with a sip of alcohol courage, you settle on your answer. “I don’t mind meeting him.”

“You won’t regret it.” Jaehyun playfully throws you a wink and turns to look at his friend. He tilts his head in your direction, a cheeky and knowing smile curling from his lips.

— A Very Charming Man.

The tall man at the end of the bar makes his way to you — dark gray slacks accentuating his long legs, black long sleeve button up shirt wrapped perfectly around his biceps, and a half full glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Jaehyun playfully wiggles his eyebrows after introducing the two of you, then quickly turns his attention to tend to the arrival of new patrons.

With a firm handshake, Johnny locks his eyes with yours as a kind smile curls his lips. Pulling at the barstool next to you, you slightly lean forward and thank him for the free drink he sent your way. 

“It’s my pleasure.” He replies, mirroring the way you leaned into him. With a hand respectfully pressed on the middle of your back, he rubs a quick circle before retracting his hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here? Is it personal or business?”

“Both, I guess.” A tiny smile dances on your lips before you take a sip of your drink. “I had dinner with my boy—“ You pause and clear your throat, correcting yourself. “Ex-boyfriend. And I leave for a work trip. This hotel is closer to the airport, hence my stay.” 

Johnny nods, then looks past the second part of your response, clearly not there to talk about work. “So, that guy you were with is your ex?” He points behind him with his thumb, gesturing towards the dining area you were previously sitting. 

“You were watching me?” You tease, the tip of your tongue pressing on the inside of your cheek. Your head slightly tips to the side and you lightly swivel the stool you’re on, almost flattered by the information he let slip.

Johnny drops his head before rubbing his chin, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Pushing his styled hair back with his long fingers, his jaw slacks open just enough to see the tip of his tongue run across the back of his lower teeth. 

“Believe me, I’m not one to look at women who are already taken.” The edge of his mouth lifts into an unapologetic smirk. “But you? You’re hard to ignore.”

Your eyebrows lift slightly and you smile against your martini glass, trying your best to keep your cool while you assume his words are used on every woman he’s interested in. 

“Now I’m very curious,” Johnny lets out, palm facing down and fingers sprawled open on the bar’s counter top. “Did he break up with you or was it the other way around?”

“I wish I could tell you I did, but no,” you quietly huff, “he broke up with me.” You bitterly admit, swallowing a big gulp of your alcoholic beverage. 

Johnny’s eyebrows furrow, clearly baffled at your words. He shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief. “There’s no way. Did he give you a reason?”

“Many, actually.” You giggle, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth with a slight head tilt, thinking back on your ex-boyfriend’s reasons behind ending the relationship. “I’m too focused on my career and not enough on him. I have to be mentally fucked for not wanting to start my own family. And he chewed me out for not having sex with him for the last three months.”

Johnny sharply sucks in air through his clenched teeth. “You’re clearly the problem. Those are huge red flags, didn’t you know that?” Johnny sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from you as he grins from ear to ear.

“Yeah, it’s totally me.” You press your palm to your chest, feigning a bit of pain as you sarcastically admit to your wrongdoings. “You’re absolutely right. You should run before it’s too late.” 

You and Johnny quietly laugh to yourselves just as his hand slowly cups under yours; testing the waters to see if you’d pull away or not. When you don’t, he leans in just enough for you to smell the fresh aquatic cologne he has on.

“If you ask me, it sounds like you scared him.” 

“What?” You giggle, unknowingly squeezing his hand. “What’re you talking about?”

Johnny grins, enlighten at the fact you asked him to explain. “Hot girls are always so oblivious.” He lets out, slightly shaking his head just before he shifts his feet onto the foot rail on the stool he’s sitting on. “You’re so sure of yourself, it scares him. Some men can’t handle that.” Johnny playfully shrugs before finally swallowing the last of his drink.

You catch the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows, the condensation of melted ice slowly rolling down his long fingers. You tighten your hold on his hand, moving it on the bar top before securing it on your lap. “And where do you fall? Does that scare you, too?”

Johnny’s grin spreads, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. His large hand grabs the leg of your barstool and pulls you closer to him with ease, surprising you with his strength. With your knees fitting perfectly between his, his bold actions cause a flurry of butterflies in your torso and lustful thoughts rush straight to your brain.

“Not at all.” He confidently answers, carefully leaning into the backrest of his stool. “I find it very attractive, actually. I’m even glad he fumbled the way he did.”

“Why’s that?" You giggle as your palm gently rubs up and down the fabric over his thigh. His muscles tense up and you watch the way he casually drags his thumb against his bottom lip. 

“Well, for starters, I’m with you right now and he’s not. That itself is a win, don’t you think?” He cockily grins, straightening his posture.

You can’t help but giggle, amused and in awe by his naturally charming demeanor. “Are you always this smooth with your words?” You ask, leaning forward enough to invite yourself into his personal bubble.

You don’t expect him to mirror your actions, but he does and your breath catches when his lips are inches away from yours. 

“Only with women I’m interested in.” His gaze falls to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Do you always play hard to get?”

“Only when I don’t wanna seem too eager.” You reply, pulling yourself away. You watch the way Johnny hungrily locks onto your movements before he leans back, too.

“Eager for what?”

You simply shrug and swallow the last bits of your martini. 

“It can be a lot of things. You could be eager to have a stimulating conversation or to have someone to help you forget about your ex.” He pauses, eyeing you up and down like he’s ready to devour you right then and there. “Maybe you’re eager to sleep with a handsome stranger you met at a hotel bar. Who knows? The possibilities are endless.”

You bite back a smile, looking away from the stranger in front of you — almost refusing to admit how easily he saw right through you.

“Can I ask you another personal question?” 

“Sure. At this point, I’m an open book for you.” 

Johnny chooses his words carefully before he speaks. “You refused to sleep with him. I wanna believe it’s because he wasn’t good in bed, but I have a feeling it’s more than that.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely more than that.” You chuckle under your breath, sitting up and straightening your posture. You give Johnny a sigh, scoffing in disbelief as you recall your ex’s words that cut a little deeper than you wanted to admit. “I assume you know what a breeding kink is, right?”

Johnny’s cheeks flood with a pink hue and you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact he’s surprised the words came out of your mouth. “I, uh, not from experience but I’ve heard of it, sure.”

“Well, I’m not fond of the idea of having children of my own, but under the right circumstances the idea of breeding is kinda hot — the possessiveness, the dirty talk, the creampie. Anyway, the idea of stopping my birth control was brought up so he could start a family. I told him I like the act but don’t actually want kids but he told me I was crazy to have the kink and not actually pull through with it.” 

Johnny’s expression is unreadable when he looks at you. For a second, you think you've shared too much but he nods, intently listening to your words. 

“His pressure to let him come inside me without protection started to annoy me, so I just took sex off the table. I guess it took him 3 months of no sex to finally end it.”

“Wait,” Johnny huffs in disbelief, “he got to come inside of you and still had complaints?” Johnny runs his palm over his face in slight frustration, shaking his head. “This guy is a fucking idiot. Listen, if that had been me—” A low whistle leaves his perfectly shaped lips while he hungrily eyes you up and down. “I’d shut up. Actually, I’d let you do anything you want to me. Might even thank you if I did.”

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous comment. Playfully pushing his shoulder, you earn a giggle and smirk from him. 

Johnny is too charming for your own good — something you know you shouldn’t fall for; something that has ‘player’ written all over it. But you ignore what you know you’re supposed to do because who says you can’t hook up with a handsome stranger you met at a bar that you probably won’t ever see again?

“So,” Johnny quietly interjects your thoughts, holding your hand in his. “Let’s say you did have me for a night, what would you want me to do?” 

You pause, tilting your head before your lips curved into a sly smile. “I’ve been in a shitty relationship for a year with a shitty guy who didn’t know how to fuck me properly.” You lean in and he meets you halfway. With your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, his skin begins to prickle with anticipation. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He hums a laugh that’s filled with mischief and lust. “My room or yours?” His lips part slightly, hand sliding up and down the side of your thigh.”

“Yours.”

— Room 1409.

“After you.” Johnny smiles, holding his hotel room door open and gesturing to you to step in.

You sharply inhale, slightly nervous about hooking up with a stranger after so long. Your hold tightens around the straps of your handbag before you step into the air conditioned room. You catch your reflection at the full-length mirror near the closet and you take a quick look at yourself — there’s a sheen in your eyes from the alcohol, but to your surprise your hair and makeup are still intact.

“Beautiful, aren’t you?” Johnny whispers, palms sliding over the front of your dark green satin dress wrapped around your torso when his reflection appears behind you. With a swift movement, he twists your body to face him.

You let out a giggle when you nearly trip on your heels. “You’re a real smooth talker, Johnny.”

“It’s easy when everything I say is true.” 

His warm palm slides against the side of your neck before his fingers cups your nape. As his thumb brushes your bottom lip, your heart stutters and slow, shallow breaths begin to slip from between your lips. His thumb slides down your chin before settling just under your jaw, hand loosely wrapped around your neck, but tight enough to make you melt under his touch. When your lower back meets the nearest console table, his hips press into yours and your fingers curl around his black button up, silently begging him to come closer. 

The second his lips weave with yours, your knees begin to quiver. The tang of alcohol is prominent, but you don’t mind. Not when his hand grips tighter around your throat making you whimper against his lips. 

It’s intoxicating and possessive, like you were always his.

His large hands slide down your waist and squeeze your hips just enough to smoothly lift you until you’re sitting on the wooden console’s table top. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw all while his hands roam under your dress, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and slides it down your thighs before slipping the thin fabric in back pockets of his dress pants. 

Kissing down your throat, he begins sucking hard enough to leave proof of this night. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls your skin taut to leave a deeper discolored bruise, then another, and another. Pushing your dress up and over your head, he trails down your chest to leave a badge of claim between your cleavage and when he drops to his knees, he kisses down your sternum and your hips. 

The anticipation is agonizing, yet it’s the most intense and satisfying feeling you’ve felt in a while. It’s slow, deliberate, but purposeful like Johnny can hear the way your heart pounds against your chest; like he enjoys the way you’re trembling just by grazing his lips over your skin. 

Johnny lifts your leg over his broad shoulder while his other hand pushes against your other thigh, spreading your legs wider for him. Tilting your hips, he buries himself between you — licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

You don’t realize the way you’re holding your breath, already feeling light headed as you watch him drag his lips closer and closer to your core. Your eyes flick to the mirror behind him and a spark in the pit of your stomach ignites all while excitement pools between your folds.

When Johnny flattens his tongue and glides it over your slit, your mouth slacks open from pleasure. Your fingers comb through his hair as you throw your head back, resting it on the wall behind you. 

His name stutters from your mouth, fingers tugging on his now messy and disheveled hair. He swirls the tip of his tongue over your clit and his saliva slides down, mixing with your slick. The pads of his fingers dig into your inner thighs, burying his face deeper into you and wrapping his lips around your drenched pussy, gliding his tongue up and down all while his gaze never shifts from your reaction. 

It’s embarrassing, really, how close you are. Heat pools in your lower back and soon travels up your spine and neck before it floods your face entirely. Your chest heaves up and down, already feeling dizzy from the intensity that’s building faster than you can keep up with. 

But that certainly doesn’t stop your hips from moving against Johnny when the tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, selfishly chasing the high that’s so close, you can barely hold on. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling your sultry moans that made Johnny harden under his dress pants. Unsatisfied, Johnny tugs on your wrist and pins it to your abdomen while your free hand grips the edge of the table beneath you. 

You don’t give Johnny a warning except for a string of curses that you’ve intertwined between whimpers. Your velvety walls clench tightly, and so do your thighs, as the coil in your lower abdomen snaps. Your body twitches when his tongue runs over your throbbing clit — sucking and gently rolling over it until you’re helplessly trembling from the stimulation. 

Johnny smirks against you, then tenderly pecks kisses against your soaked core. When he rises he immediately cups your cheeks, but you’re the one who lunges towards him desperately. He lets out a low chuckle, allowing your fingers to hastily undo his leather belt before tucking your hand into his dress pants.

You grin against Johnny’s lips when you feel his long, thick member hidden behind the fabric wrapped around his waist. Dragging your thumb over his leaking tip, Johnny quietly groans before his middle finger rolls over your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips twitch against him. 

His middle finger slides into you with ease, your slick coating his entire finger. When he curls his fingertips, it brushes past your sweet spot and makes your walls involuntarily clench around his digit. Your fist tightens around his shaft, jerking it up and down to mirror the way his finger slides in and out of your soaked cunt. 

“This pretty cunt can take one more, right?” Johnny whispers against your lips as the tip of his ring finger probes your entrance, easing its way through your opening and filling your space to its brim. 

You eagerly nod, colliding your lips with his. The sting of the stretch soon melts into pleasure, letting you focus on the feeling of pleasure you couldn’t even fulfill on your own. 

Your moans turn into shallow bursts of breathless air, chest rising up and down as his rough palm rubs slaps against your aroused clit. The rhythmic movement inches you closer to another burst of pleasure that makes you insatiable. 

Your lips part in a silent cry. Your leg mindlessly wraps around Johnny’s waist, hips grinding against his palm, and nails scratching the fabric over his deltoids. His head drops to your shoulder when he feels your gummy walls pulse around his fingers and his breath warms your bare shoulder with a cocky huff of laughter.

“F-fuck me,” you beg, hastily push down the waistband of his underwear and dress pants. 

His cock springs up and blood rushes to his shaft, his veins protruding against his skin, and his darkened tip leaking with his thick and clear precum. His large hand guides his tip to your entrance and pushes into you. You already feel the way your body has to adjust to his size when he slowly pops his tip in and out over and over again until every inch is swallowed by your needy little cunt.

Your fingers frantically search for the buttons of his shirt, eagerly undoing the top two buttons before Johnny impatiently pulls the fabric apart — buttons becoming undone as it rips from the threading and falls onto the floor.

The way your palms slide up his chest and across his shoulders to push the fabric of his shirt off sends jolts down his spine and straight to his cock, twitching inside of you. When he allows his shirt to slide off his arms and fall to the floor, he hooks his arms behind your knees then presses his palms against the top of the table console before breaking you open ensuring he’s flesh to flesh with you with every hard thrust. Your breath hitches when he slowly but harshly rocks his hips back and forth until your moans are fucked right out of you. The edge of the table bangs against the wall behind you in a rhythmic pattern to match Johnny’s deep and hungry jerk of his hips.

With every rut, he dives deeper into you — nothing but his tip sweetly kissing your cervix in the compromised angle he has you in. Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you pull him closer and catch a glimpse of the reflection of the mirror. The way his back muscles flex with every slam of his hips makes you pant into his ear, which does nothing but gives him permission to fuck you until your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re barely forming coherent sentences. 

Your fingers manage to tug his hair, tilting his head back before gripping his jaw and forcing his focus to shift from his hips to the way your tongue rolls over his. 

With a shaky exhale through his nose, he quickly pulls out of you and your legs fall suddenly without his support. He tugs on your forearm and swiftly manages to have his bare chest pressed against your back as he guides you to the bed. 

“Bend over.” He commands through gritted teeth, already pushing down on your shoulders. 

You don’t object. With your knees firmly planted into the plush mattress, Johnny’s thick tip pushes past your folds once more but this time your juices help glide inside of you as if he belongs there. A deep raspy groan leaves him when he bottoms out, your body jerking forward as he thrusts. His fingers tightly grip your ass for leverage just before he mercilessly ruts into you. His bare chest presses against your back, heat building between your bodies. His soft grunts fill your ears as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, causing your nails to dig into the sheets before burying your face in them. 

Johnny chuckles devilishly, gripping your elbows with both hands and pulling you back until the top half of your body is suspended over the sheets. Snaking a hand down your torso and tucking itself between your thighs, he easily finds your sensitive nub between your folds, circling it delicately. “You’re not hiding that pretty face from me.” 

You’re not sure how many times you’ve reached ecstasy with the way you’re being thrown in positions you thought you were too rigid to be in. Your body trembles, but you happily push past it with the way Johnny eagerly fulfills your request: to show you what you’ve been missing out on. 

Johnny knew when to slow it down, giving your body the most tender kisses and admiration it rightfully deserved. But he also knew when your body craved for more — and more, and more — until you’re tearing from the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation that blurred pain and pleasure seamlessly. 

And you enjoy every second of it. 

As you lay there, limp and exhausted, a satisfied grin is painted on your face as his seed leaks out of you. Johnny’s plastered beside you, proud and confident as ever. You cuddle into him, feeling his chest rise and fall — clearly still reeling from the dopamine rush that came with spending the night with you. 

“I haven’t felt this amazing in years.” You sigh, fingertips gently running up and down the crevices of his abdomen. 

“Glad to be of service tonight.” Johnny chuckles as his lips brush against your forehead. “Glad your ex fucked up the way he did.”

“Loser behavior, I guess.” You happily sigh. “Though, I do wish I could see the look on his face if he ever saw your cum dripping out of me. He hated the idea of my other exes doing it. Imagine how pissed he’d be that I let a stranger do it.”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Your head shoots up, looking at him in confusion. “What?” You awkwardly laugh. “What are we gonna do? Invite him here to see this?”

“Not quite.” 

Johnny swings his legs off the side of bed and fishes for his phone from the pocket of his pants. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, he parts your thighs and it’s astonishing how quickly you comply. Lifting his phone in view, you quickly catch on to what he has planned. He presses the big red button to film between your thighs, fingers sliding his seed into you. When he lifts his coated middle finger to your lips, he ensures the camera only catches the lower half of your face, as you gladly suck on his digit until he ends the recording. 

“What’s your ex’s number?” Johnny questions as the pads of his fingers patiently wait for your reply.

You repeat the number that you’ve unfortunately memorized by heart and watch him type it into his phone. “Won’t he just have your number if you send him the video?”

“It’s a good thing I’m changing it when I get back home.” Johnny smiles as he lays next to you. He hovers his phone, ensuring you can also see the screen and what he’s typing. 

Thanks for leaving her, loser. Never would’ve met her at the bar if it weren’t for you. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. I’ll just breed her until the only name she knows is mine. 

The swoosh sound on iMessage is heard and the delivered notification pops up under Johnny’s message. He silences his phone and tosses it to the side. 

You giggle, swinging your leg over him before straddling his lower abdomen. With his palms sliding across the sides of your hips, he grabs a handful of your pillowy rear — your skin spilling between his fingers before his tip slides into you again, lifting his hips and sinking into you until you’re stuffed full. Pressing your lips to his jaw, you trail soft kisses until you reach just below his earlobe. 

“You should keep your promise. Unless…” you tease between kisses, “you’re all bark and no bite?”

Both you and Johnny miss the flurry of angry texts flooding Johnny’s phone, but neither of you care; not when you’re being shown pleasure in ways you could never imagine until the break of dawn.

❁❁❁❁❁

Who tf is this?

Fucking answer me you little shit!

[10 missed calls]

You’re a little bitch. ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.

[6 missed calls]

When I find you I swear to god I’ll beat your ass

[4 missed calls]

I hope you get a fucking STD

❁❁❁❁❁

Your internal clock and the sun beaming into the room from the balcony wakes you from your sleep. There’s a delicious ache between your thighs and it takes you a second to process your surroundings, until you’re made aware of the arm that slides across your bare torso and effortlessly pulls you closer to his heated body.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of sneaking away before saying goodbye.” Johnny chuckles — soft, tired, and raspy. Nuzzling the tip of his nose into your shoulder, a gentle kiss adorns your skin. 

“I was gonna leave a note.” You playfully counter as your fingers mindlessly rake through his thick and messy hair. “But now that you’re awake, guess I can tell you that I should probably head out to let you pack for your flight back home.” 

Johnny groans, lifting his head to see the pieces of clothing haphazardly thrown around the room along with his suitcase wide open with used clothes piled on each other. 

“Thank you for last night, John.” You quietly let out, hand gently pressed against his cheek to carefully guide his gaze back to you. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure.” 

Placing a quick kiss to your cheek, you take that as your cue to get ready to leave. His eyes watch your movements intently as you slip on your dress from last night and search for your underwear amongst the pile of clothes. 

“Where’d you put my underwear?”

A tiny snicker leaves his lips before a smug expression washes over him as he leans back into the headboard. When you look at him, he gives you a tiny and innocent shrug. “Maybe if you stay while I pack, it’ll show up.”

You roll your eyes, jaw slacking open with a tiny grin. Your eyes flick to his white long sleeve shirt he wore last night and you swipe it into your hand before wrapping it up around your waist. 

“You can keep that and I’ll take this as a memento.” You giggle, making your way to his side of the bed. “Remember, it’s silk. Don’t make the mistake of throwing it in the washer. Hand wash, only.” 

Cupping the sides of his face and tilting it in your direction, you place a kiss on his forehead — his eyes fluttering shut at the softness of your lips while his arm wraps around your waist. 

“Have a safe flight home.” 

Johnny chuckles softly, his arm pulling you in effortlessly and your knees press into the side of the mattress. “You know…I’m a fast packer.”

“Yeah?” You giggle. “And you’re telling me this because…?”

“One more time for old times’ sake? I’ll let you be on top this time.” 

Letting out a hum and pretending to contemplate the tempting idea, you gently brush your thumbs over the space just below his eyes before a kiss presses onto his lips. 

“Let’s have fate decide when we do this again.” You whisper in the space between your lips. “In the meantime, I have a meeting to prep for and you have luggage that needs to be packed. Not to mention, a flight you need to catch.” 

Johnny sighs in defeat, then a beat of silence follows before speaking again. “That’s fair.” 

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, Johnny gives your skin a quick peck then brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. Cupping your face with a gentle touch, he pulls you in for a kiss — one of gratitude and farewell all wrapped in the slow movements of his lips.

When you pull away, your forehead presses against his while you catch your breath.  

“Take care, Johnny.” You finally let out, pulling away as he playfully tugs on your fingers. 

When you finally get enough distance, your hand drops to your side and Johnny’s arm drops onto the sheets covering his bare lower half. Giving him a final wave goodbye, you grab your belongings and head out into the hallway, feeling renewed. Like a night away from your usual strict routine made you genuinely happy — something you haven’t felt in a very long time. 

❁❁❁❁❁

Sorry, too busy fucking her dumb to get back to you. 

She feels waaay too good to only go one round…or two…or three…

Also thought you should know Y/N says thanks, you helped her realize how bad you are at sex. 

And the name’s Johnny, bitch.

[this contact has been blocked]

— A New Place & A Reintroduction.

“So…” Mina sheepishly rocks back and forth on her heel, the wind whipping through her thick dark hair. Her fingers grip the handles of her handbag, the leather fabric tapping against her knees as you two wait near the front entrance of the high rise building you’ll be working in for the next year. 

“So…” you repeat suspiciously, waiting for Mina to stop beating around the bush and ask you what’s on her mind. 

“That hook up…” she finally lets out, quickly scanning your features for any reaction that would somehow tell her who it was with.

“Mina.” You sternly reply, giving her a look as if to tell her to keep your personal business far from your professional life. “Not now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whines, childishly stopping her feet. “One minute I’m thinking you’re getting proposed to at dinner and the next you tell me you’re single and hooked up with a stranger.”

You sigh, already regretting telling her about your night of fun while waiting at the gate for your flight a week ago. It’s clear to you that this has been stewing in the crevices of Mina’s brain, too scared to ask more details knowing how privileged she is to even hear that you hooked up with someone. 

“It’s like something possessed you. It doesn’t sound like you at all:” She quietly comments, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love it, I’m just surprised. Do you know his name at least?”

Before you could reply, an older man waves and catches your attention. It takes you a second to realize it’s the manager you’ve been in contact with for the past few months — Mr. Choi. He appears with an all too excited grin on his face, already telling you he’s more than excited for this partnership between your home company and the one you’re temporarily transferred to.

“It’s nice to see the both of you again! Come on in, I’ll show you around.” He smiles, leading you towards the bright lobby of elevators. “I’m sorry to hear about the delay in furniture deliveries for the two of you. I’m hoping the hotel suffices until then.” 

“Oh it does!” Mina interjects happily, enjoying the room service at the expense of the company account. “This is by far the best hotel we’ve been in and, trust me, we’ve been in a lot.” 

A deep chuckle rumbles in Mr. Choi’s chest, arm extending out between the elevator doors as it opens then gesturing for the two of you to step into the cramped metal box. 

“We take up the top two floors. Beautiful view over the city, I should add.” Mr. Choi says, sounding a lot like a real estate agent than anything else at the moment. “Our floor is split in two, the east wing—” Mr. Choi looks at you. “Is where you’ll be. The west wing—” Mr. Choi looks at Mina. “That’s where you’ll be.” 

When the elevator doors open, you’re greeted by the floor to ceiling windows providing natural lighting that spills through the central lobby. To the right of you, you’re met with the two receptions who stand upon seeing their manager.

“Good morning, Mr. Choi.” They greet in unison before their eyes flick towards you and Mina. 

Your sights fall towards their lanyard and the identification card that is used to enter the many doors of the building. 

“Chenle, Jisung,” Mr. Choi greets, straightening his posture. “I’d like you to meet the newest members of our team — Miss Y/N and Miss Mina.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the team!” Chenle says, clasping his hands together. “Let us know if we can do anything to make the transition smoother.” The younger man next to him simply smiles and nods before excusing himself when the phone rings, pulling his attention there instead.

You and Mina give the two younger men a warm smile and a nod, but your verbal appreciation is cut short when you’re gestured towards the west wing by Mr. Choi, who immediately begins spewing out the renovation plan to improve the floor even more. 

As you’re swept away, you quickly turn your head to let out a quick thank you to the two men you just met. As you do, you catch a glimpse of disdain on Chenle’s face who seems to be burning a hole in the back of Mr. Choi before Jisung playfully punches his bicep to get him back into work. 

Just past the restrooms, you see the heavy glass doors at the end of the hallway open up. A man with dark rimmed glasses, a white button up shirt, and dark slacks with his hair perfectly parted into a three-fourths part walks out, his gaze focused on the iPad he’s holding. 

“Ah, Doyoung!” Mr. Choi loudly greets, starling the man who stops in his tracks. 

The man, you now know as Doyoung, mutters something under his breath before gripping the tablet in his hand and pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Meeting him halfway down the hall, Mr. Choi introduces you and Mina. 

“Miss Mina, Doyoung is the person who is going to show you the ins and outs of the west wing.” Mr. Choi informs, watching Mina firmly shake the hand Doyoung extended. 

“Can’t wait!” Mina says enthusiastically.

“C’mon,” Doyoung quietly says, tilting his head towards the glass doors. “I’ll show you to your office. It’s right next to mine.” 

“And Doyoung,” Mr. Choi interjects. “Introduce her to the rest of the team and catch her up, will you?” 

You watch Doyoung sharply inhale. His posture fully straightens before a tight lipped smile forms on his lips. 

“I will.”

You watch as your friend disappears behind the foggy glass doors and you’re now left alone with Mr. Choi, analyzing the way his eyes burn intimidatingly while he watches the glass door come to a full close. When he looks at you, they drastically soften and the playful demeanor he’s always presented to you reappears. 

“Let me show you to your office.” He nods and the two of you backtrack, passing the central lobby and towards the east wing. Walking past conference room one and two, that’s directly across from each other, you’re guided to a vacant office room that’s filled with sleek, minimal furniture and painted with boring white walls that you’re able to see that’s not covered windows. 

“You’re right, the view is great.” You let out, making your way towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city below you. 

“It’s the best!” Mr. Choi says proudly, as if he’s the one who made it that way. “Across the hall is one of our best employees, but don’t tell him that. He can get a little cocky. He’ll be your point of contact to help you adjust, though he’ll be reporting to you.” 

You look out the wide picture window that gives you the perfect view inside the unoccupied office across from yours. The same furniture you have is rearranged into a logical design you learned would be efficient for productivity. On the desk, a stack of Manila folders balanced next to his office phone and a notepad with a few bullet points scribbled on the top of the white lined sheet.

“If he’s the best like you say he is, I’d say the confidence is well deserved, no?” 

Mr. Choi chuckles, watching as a disarming smile stretches across your face. “A little humbling would do him good, but I suppose you’re right.” An awkward beat of silence follows before he speaks. “Let me show you the break room.”

You follow Mr. Choi down the hall and enter the large break room with a few lounge chairs and counters filled with a variety of drinks and snacks for anyone’s enjoyment. 

“Didn’t expect everyone to be in here.” Mr. Choi said sternly, scanning the room filled with employees who shamefully looked down at the floor beneath them. 

The contrast of the chattering then and the dead silence now is stark. You watch as some employees uncomfortably shift from one foot to another while others finish up making their morning coffee. Then Mr. Choi clears his throat, adjusts his posture to his full height and crosses his hands against the small of his back. 

“I’d like you all to meet the newest member of our team, Miss Y/N.”

Their sights land on you all at once making you feel uncomfortable beyond comparison. You manage to give them a small wave and they mirror your movements, a quiet wave of ‘hi’ and ‘hellos’ filling the space. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife. 

“Looking forward to working with you all,” you smile, quickly pulling yourself together — straightening your posture, lowering your hands to your sides, and taking a half step forward. 

Mr. Choi takes a full step forward, now placing you slightly behind him. “I’m sure you all have work to start on, right?” He says, an edge to his voice to grab any semblance of power in front of you. 

With another step forward, you’re now next to Mr. Choi. The uncomfortable look on the employees face is prominent, making you realize Mr. Choi is purposefully ignoring it. 

“I’m sure they’re fueling for the day ahead.” You interject, looking at Mr. Choi dead in the eyes, something you’ve learned from your years in this career. “Don’t we all need a little moment to ourselves and a nice cup of coffee before diving into piles of work?”

You flash Mr. Choi another placating smile with your hand gently placing itself on his shoulder for a second before retracting it next to your side.

“I mean, I know I do.” You chuckle, looking at the rest of the employees. They quickly catch on to your point and each one of them gives an agreeable head nod. 

“I suppose you’re right.” Mr. Choi quickly agrees, palm of his hand rubbing the back of his flushed neck. “Again.” He quietly chuckles, sliding his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

Mina appears beside you and so does Doyoung, hand still holding the iPad but this time, glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his collared shirt. Doyoung does his part in introducing Mina who, like always, greets with the utmost enthusiasm. 

Mr. Choi’s phone rings, excusing himself to the corner of the room as he takes the call. You take this opportunity to get the names of some of the employees to begin building rapport with them after the awkward initial meeting. 

From the corner of your eye, you watch the way Mr. Choi snaps his fingers to catch Doyoung’s attention, his phone still pressed to his ear. He whispers something into the young employee's ear and you know it’s about you when Doyoung’s eyes lock onto yours. Then just like that, the older manager disappears out of the break room and into a conference room for more privacy to pace back and forth.

With a small wave goodbye, the employees disappear into a bigger room filled with cubicles separating them into smaller spaces. Doyoung follows suit, making his way out the door before you stop him.

“Uh, Doyoung—” you call out, stepping towards him. “Can I speak with you…in my office?” 

Surprised with your request, he nods hesitantly before both him and Mina follow you. Closing the door, Mina leans against your desk while cranning her neck to take in the boring look of your new space. Doyoung stands in the middle of the room, patiently waiting.

“What’s the deal with the tension between everyone and Mr. Choi?” You blatantly ask, catching the employee in front of you by surprise. 

Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, he gently scratches his prickling scalp. His mouth falls open, only to close again. 

“Tension?” Mina squeaks, catching everyone’s attention. “There’s tension?” 

Doyoung sighs, balancing his iPad on the arm rest of a nearby sofa. “He’s fairly new.” Doyoung begins to explain. “And utterly incompetent at doing his job. A lot of us feel that he’s on a constant power trip and it doesn’t help when he belittles anyone that isn’t a specialist, analyst, or consultant.” 

“How’d he get the job?” Mina questions, reading your mind and saving you from asking the question yourself. 

“Connections.” There’s an edge of annoyance in his tone. “Apparently, he’s friends with the founder. Though, I highly doubt the founder knows how shitty Mr. Choi—”

The two loud knocks on your office door startle the three of you before the door swings open and you see the subject of your conversation step through the door frame. Behind him stood a 6 foot 3 man with his dark locks slicked back and a killer smirk lifted from the corner of his mouth, lowering his disposable coffee cup from his lips when he locked with your gaze. 

“John, this is Miss Y/N.” Mr. Choi introduces, stepping forward and causing Doyoung to step back, settling himself next to his point of contact that’s now lingering by the window and snapping photos of the view. “Miss Y/N, this is John Suh. He’ll be working with you to ensure you’re acclimated to the new environment. He’ll assist you in whatever you need and will be reporting to you as well.” 

Your heart pounds against your ribs so hard you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. A knot tightens in the pit of your stomach, anxiety rising when you remember the night you shared — expect now he’s not just a handsome stranger you met at a bar, he’s your co-worker; one you’ll be working closely with for the next year. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Johnny interjects with a smile, feigning obliviousness and giving you a firm handshake like the one he gave the night you met. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.” You nod. “I heard you’re the best guy here. I have nothing but high expectations.”

Johnny huffs out a quiet laugh, fingers holding his coffee cup by its rim. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Good.” You clear your throat, your hands clasping together just below your belly button. “We should probably catch up on the recent projects coming up.” 

“We should do the same,” Mina says as she points her finger between the space separating herself and Doyoung. “Walk me through the campaigns and I’d like to see data—”

Mr. Choi chuckles — an unamused laugh that makes a knot twist in your stomach. You didn’t like the way his hand wiped over his mouth or the way he shook his head slightly as he scratched over the stubble he didn’t shave before coming to work. 

“What’s funny?” You question, cocking your head to the side in confusion. You look over at Doyoung and take a sharp inhale, bracing himself for the comment the manager is about to make. 

“I can’t help but think we’re overestimating the value of our creative department.” Mr. Choi says ignorantly with a dismissive shrug to his shoulders. “I mean, anyone with a smartphone can upload a post to social media.” 

Your blood boils, heat rushing to your cheeks and a slight ringing in your ear. Between the surprised look on Mina’s face, the second hand embarrassment in Doyoung’s, and Johnny's tense expression written all over his face, you can’t not say something. 

“But what do I know right?” Mr. Choi laughs, crossing his arms over his chest and an oblivious laugh leaving his lips. 

Johnny steps forward to defend Doyoung’s team, something he’s done countless times before, knowing Doyoung won’t ruffle feathers with a man as ignorant as Mr. Choi. 

But you speak before he can.

“Sir, I hope you’re not insinuating our creative team doesn’t provide an essential role to this company?” You let out, voice calm and steady. “I’d hate to see when a poorly thought out campaign or a post highlighting a failed strategy goes viral. It wouldn’t reflect well on the company or the founder, would it?” 

The mere mention of the founder turns Mr. Choi’s face pale, letting your words sink in before uncomfortably clearing his throat. Your eyes lock with his, refusing to be the first person to look away. Mr. Choi feels the tension, beads of sweat forming on the nape of his neck before looking down; your comment about the founder rattling him more than anything. 

“You’re right.” He manages to let out, rolling his shoulders back in a lame attempt to recoup. “I will let the four of you get back to work. Please let me know if you need anything.”

And just like that, with no apology, Mr. Choi turns on his heels and walks out of your office and straight to the elevators.

“Well that was fucking rude,” Mina huffs. “What kind of manager says that about any department?”

“An incompetent one.” Johnny scoffs, then quickly apologizing on Mr. Choi’s behalf. “We learned to ignore a lot of his comments. I’m sorry you had to see that first hand.”

“And so soon.” Doyoung adds, his eyes still glued in the direction of your office door. 

“Just ignore him,” Johnny breathes, shoulders finally relaxing as he turns to you, then to Mina. “We have a solid team and despite us not listening to him or anything he says, we don’t get reprimanded harshly when we actually do our job well and the higher ups are happy with the results.”

“This is gonna be a shitshow.” Mina exhales, then turns to you with her hand on your shoulder and a playful grin stretched across her face. “Good luck, you’re gonna need it more than me.” When she turns to her point of contact, she pulls him towards the door by his bicep. “C’mon Doyoung! We have a lot to go over.”

And just like that, you’re alone with Johnny. Thick silence fills the room and a prickling under your skin makes you shift on your feet. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Johnny arches a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he lifts his disposable cup to his lips. “How’ve you been?”

“Great.” You nod, quickly clearing your throat. “So about those upcoming projects—”

“You go straight to business, don’t you?” Johnny chuckles, dropping a seat on the arm rest of a nearby couch. “I remember you being… less serious than this.” He pauses, crossing his wrists over each other as it languidly rests against his thigh. “In fact, I remember you being more relaxed than anything else. So relaxed, you could barely open your eyes when my tongue—”

The palm of your hand flies over his mouth, pressing your skin against his soft and plump lips and nearly knocking the coffee cup from his hand. With a quiet shush, you slowly retract your hand and shut your office door before closing the blinds that look into the hallway.

“Listen, John.” You sigh, forehead pressed against the frame of your door before you turn to look at him. “Whatever happened between us stays between us and in the past.” 

Johnny cocks his head, listening intently to your words. 

“From this point, everything is strictly professional. No more flirtatious looks or those little smirks. None of that.” 

Johnny can only chuckle. Not dismissively, but amused. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip before tucking it between his teeth. Setting his nearly empty cup on the coffee table, he stands to his full height, towering over you. 

Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing the words you meant to say. 

“You’re sure?” Slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he takes a few steps toward you and traps you between his frame and the door you just backed into.

You simply nod, slow and unsure, but you hoped Johnny didn’t notice the presence of hesitation. His gaze swipes over your blown out pupils staring back at him before dropping to the untucked collar of your dress shirt. His long fingers gently adjust the fabric and your breathing halts, almost afraid any type of movement would silently tell him about the fire ignited in the pit of your stomach and the tingle between your thighs. 

When he pulls away, he grabs his coffee cup by its rim and simply flashes you a charming, easy going grin. 

“I’ll follow your lead, boss.” He nods once, then goes quiet for a beat too long before clearing his throat. “Do you, maybe, wanna get out of the way so I can show you those reports?”

Heat from embarrassment prickles your underarms, your senses suddenly feeling heightened as you pathetically regain the confidence to finally move out of the way and open the door behind you. The whiff of newly brewed coffee whips through you, the smell going unnoticed until now. The typing of keyboard keys and the playful banter between the two receptionists suddenly feel louder, but don't drown out the heartbeat you hear pounding against your chest. 

Johnny snakes from behind you, unlocking his own door. Lavender scent hits you by surprise as you step in; the mist from a nearby diffuser spritzing in a calculated pattern. You watch as Johnny moves behind his desk, fingers working fast to bring up the most recent reports. He glances at you, then pauses his movements. 

“You know you’re really awkward for someone who wants to move past our night of fun.” Johnny chuckles. “If you don’t want anyone to suspect anything, don’t be suspicious.”

“This is new to me.” You admit, dropping your arms to your side. 

“This position or what happened between us?” 

You roll your eyes and a tiny smirk threatening to make its way onto your face. “Working with someone I previously hooked up with.” You quietly say, moving behind his desk to see his computer screen.

He nods, eyes falling back onto the electronic files. “I was worried for a second that you didn’t know how to do your job.”

“I do it very well, thank you very much.”

“So I’ve heard.” Johnny remarks, opening up the files most relevant to this quarter. He looks up at you and you catch a glint in his eyes as a strand of your hair falls before you quickly swipe it away — Johnny being completely enamored by your presence before he could stop himself.

“John.” You softly call out. “The reports, please.” 

“Huh?” 

You shyly smile, your thumb and fingers pressing into his cheeks before gently turning his attention back to his computer screen. “The reports, Johnny. Walk me through them, please.” Slowly retracting your hand away from his cheeks, you watch a wide grin spread across his face.

“You got it, boss.”

— A Note & A Future Lunch Date.

Two months into acclimating to the new company and your new partner, you realize a few things: Mr. Choi is absolutely not fit for his managerial position, Mina has been on a personal mission to get Doyoung out of his introverted shell and stand up to anyone who downplays his intelligence, and Johnny is incredible at his job — so incredible, you’re wondering why he isn’t in the manager’s position himself.

In fact, you find yourself thinking about Johnny a lot — a lot for someone who wants to leave the hook up in the past. The way he tilts his head and holds eye contact when he’s listening to someone speak, how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek right before his thumb brushes his bottom lip when he’s focused on the task at hand. And the way his fingers curl around—

“Any questions for us?” Johnny’s voice sears right through your thoughts and pulls you right back next to him in the boardroom with pairs of wide eyes staring at the two of you. 

“Yes.” The lanky old man that Johnny nicknamed Mr. Cautious speaks up, shifting in his seat as he stares at the color-coded line graph behind you. Using his pen to point behind you, you and Johnny slightly turn in the direction he’s pointing in. “How are you two confident your sales are projected to increase? I mean, not too long ago, this company barely had revenue coming in a few months ago.”

“Rest assured that our predictions are based on the upward trend we’ve been seeing in the most recent weeks. New strategies, more effective and efficient I may add, have increased our numbers drastically and immediately.” You share, taking pride in the strategic plan you and Mina helped implement since arriving — no thanks to Mr. Choi who insisted on keeping the mess of a strategy already set in place until you kindly reminded him the reason behind your transfer.

“I get that, but—” Mr. Cautious interjects, hesitation written all over his face. 

“I understand the risk you’re taking.” You reassure, now understanding the reason behind Johnny’s nickname for the man in front of you.

“If I may add,” Johnny interjects, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks and straightening to his full height. He glances over your way before looking straight at Mr. Cautious. “The company Y/N is transferring from has one of, if not the best, business strategies that we've seen in years — the same strategy we’ve adopted just recently and the numbers don’t lie. You can choose now or you can choose to wait, but I fear waiting won’t have much benefit to it.”

“Though I’m sure you already know that, sir.” You flash a charming smile, before glancing over at Johnny who follows your lead and plasters a grin on his face. “You’ll find standard contracts in the folders as well.” 

In unison, those in front of you pull out the contract and look it over before signing away. A knock on the conference room door pulls your attention before Mina’s head pops in just in time for her and Doyoung’s time slot with the group. Johnny quickly collects the contracts before you both quickly grab your belongings, say your goodbyes with the crowd in front of you, and head out into the hallway.

“All contracts accounted for.” Johnny smiles proudly. “Even from Mr. Cautious himself.” He lifts his fist to give you a fist bump and you reciprocate, a little ritual you two have when you both have a successful day. “I’m going out for lunch, do you wanna join me?”

“I’m okay. I was planning to use my lunch break to catch up on my sleep.” Cupping your cheeks with the palms to warm your cold hands, you turn to glance at the surprisingly comfortable couch in your office. 

“I’m gonna guess you spent the night working.” Johnny crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head like a disappointed father. 

“You guessed right.” You giggle. “But before you go, I wanna thank you for having my back in there.  It’s nice to know I have someone I can rely on.”

Johnny smiles, endearingly stroking the back of your head. “We’re a team, you don’t have to thank me.”

”Sure, but I think it’s still worth noting.” You gently squeeze his arm. “Even if Mr. Choi refuses to admit it to your face, you’re amazing.”

“Well, since we’re dishing out compliments,” Johnny steps forward and leans towards your ear. “I’m glad you're here. You make coming to work worth it.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide at Johnny’s words. “Enjoy your lunch John. I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

Johnny nods, watching you disappear into your office. You catch his eyes from your window and you give him a small wave before shutting the newly replaced blinds that blocked out the hallway lights. Situating yourself on your sofa, you can’t help but replay Johnny’s words in your head until you drift off to sleep.   

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The alarm on your phone interrupts your sleep to let you know that you have 15 minutes left of your lunch break. Stretching your arms over your head, you stare at the blank ceiling to help yourself actively wake up before sitting up on your sofa.

To your surprise, you find a wrapped sandwich, an unopened bag of your favorite chips, a bottle of water, and a handwritten note from a memo pad you have on your desk is sitting undisturbed on the coffee table in front of you.

It’s your usual order. You need the energy :)  - Johnny

You make your way over to your blinds, opening it up and seeing Johnny sitting at his desk chewing on the end of his covered pen before his eyes meets yours. He gives you a small wave before grabbing his notepad and jotting something down then lifting it up for you to read.

Did you sleep well?

You quickly look behind you for the identical notepad and pen to write your response.

Yes, I did :) Thanks for the food, too.  I owe you a lunch date this week.    

Holding up the notepad to the window, you watch the way Johnny’s eyes scan your writing and a genuine smile stretches across his face. Pressing his pen to the paper, he writes a quick response and lifts the notepad to his chest.

I’ll hold you to that :)

You quietly laugh to yourself, then nod at Johnny, silently agreeing to his words. Johnny gives you a wicked smirk accompanied by a wink before his attention turns to his ringing phone. You take that as your cue to quickly scarf down your lunch as you clear out your email’s inbox, ensuring to tuck Johnny’s note into your wallet for safe keeping.

— A Rainy Day.

Four months into transferring and the routine of your position is deeply rooted into your daily life. Rolling your neck, you briefly shut your eyes in an attempt to relieve the strain on your eyes from staring at your computer screen all day. 

It’s one of those days you haven’t left your office — meeting with people virtually, ordering lunch through an app and one of the two receptions delivering it to you to get a second away from the ringing of their phones, staring out your window at at the pouring rain, and above all being isolated from the one person that effortlessly eased your work stress. 

Johnny’s been cooped up in his office for the same reason you are — meeting with overseas partners and clients virtually. You’ve caught him a few times, pacing back and forth in his attempt to stimulate his brain to prevent him from falling asleep during boring small talk he doesn’t care about. 

You try your best to refocus on the reports you have left to do before your work day ends. Your eyes gloss over yet another detailed and excruciating report, scanning for information that would be remotely beneficial to you at the moment. 

When you finally come across a discrepancy, your body jolts to attention and you use this as an excuse to save both you and Johnny from another minute of boredom. 

Your hand flies to your office phone’s receiver to call your partner in the room across from you. Two rings pass until Johnny’s voice is heard on the other line.

“Hey boss, finally caved in to admit you missed me today?” He jokingly says, leaning into the backrest of his chair and tucking an arm under the other. 

“No, I—”

“Too lazy to walk in here yourself?” He quickly interjects, head flying up when he sees you through the hallway windows when you stand from your seat, giving him a look that feigns annoyance. In return, Johnny gives you a quick, playful wink as he holds the phone’s receiver to his ear. 

“Or did you call to see if I missed you since I’ve been cooped up in this stupid office all day without my favorite person to keep me company. The answer is yes by the way, if you care.” 

His words, admittedly, make your heart soar. Your lips break into a smile before you could stop it. “Then stretch those long legs of yours and make your way over here. I need to talk to you about something.”

“Something?” His brow quirks up and a little smirk lifts from the corner of his mouth. “Something delightful, I hope.”

“Not quite.” You hum and scrunch your nose, watching his lips fall into a frown as he hears your words. “It’s about the reports you sent me.”

“Uh oh, I’m not in trouble, am I?” His bottom lip juts into an exaggerated pout, swiveling his chair side to side as he holds your gaze through the glass. 

“You will be if you don’t make yourself useful and get over here.” You lift a finger and curl it, motioning him to ‘come here’ before ending the call. 

Sauntering over, Johnny appears in your doorway within seconds. “Your insane attention to detail will be the death of me.” Johnny complains, making his way over to you. “What did I do wrong boss? And go easy on me, my ego is still recovering from the last time.”

“Oh please, last time only I pointed out your typos before sending it off to the execs and you acted as if I cursed your entire family.” You roll your eyes. “You’re being so dramatic. Anyway, lucky for you, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a question about the drop in sales from here—” You point at your computer screen, your manicured nail pointing to the drop in numbers on the table in the report. “—to here and it keeps repeating every year. I’m not planning on having it repeat again, so do you have any idea what happened?”

Johnny makes his way behind you to get a better look at the screen. Bending forward, one hand presses on top of the wooden table top of your desk while the other rests on the top of your backrest. With his cheek so close it could brush yours, you could smell a whiff of his cologne — the same one from the night you first met him. 

He hums and mumbles something quietly under his breath before the hand behind you goes over your shoulder and traps you between his body while he uses your mouse and keyboard to search through your inbox for reports Doyoung has sent the two of you.

You can’t help but watch his long fingers move as you’ve taken a liking to them after your rendezvous with him. Your gaze wanders up his arm, admiring the veins protruding against his skin until you glance up at his features — first his angled jaw, then his soft lips. 

 “What’re you looking at, boss?” Johnny grins, eyes still locked onto your screen. “Your wandering eyes are gonna get us both in trouble.” But from the way he’s blushing, it’s clear he’s enjoying your attention. 

Biting the corner of your bottom lip, you refocus on the screen. “Just wondering why you’re so close to me.” 

“It’s because you’re my favorite person,” Johnny smiles. “As for the reports, I’ll set up a meeting with Doyoung and Mina for tomorrow to see if we can remedy this dip in sales.” 

“Thank you.” You whisper as you turn to him, his lips now inches away from yours. 

You’re tempted to kiss him, feeling first hand depravity from not touching him for so long especially when that’s all you did that night. You’ve tried to deny the tension between you two; tried to ignore the flirtatious comments he made that you’ve engraved into your memory; tried to talk yourself out of using that night’s experience to help you pleasure yourself. 

But you hold yourself back, again. 

After all, he’s your co-worker and you know better than to mix business with pleasure.

“From what I remember, you have another meeting in ten minutes.” You softly let out, ultimately being the first one to pull away. 

Johnny looks at the time on the top right of your computer screen and drops his head in disappointment. Pulling back, he straightens his posture and rubs his hands over his face.

“Can I stay here?” He pouts, the inner part of his brows curving upward and his eyes softening. “I can’t stand being in my office alone. It’s depressing.”

“Isn’t that inappropriate?” You tease, swiveling your chair side to side as you look up at Johnny. “I am your senior after all.” 

Johnny huffs a chuckle, rolls his eyes, and pokes his tongue against his cheek. “God forbid I took a gap year after graduation to broaden my horizons.” He sarcastically retorts. “You only have seniority over me by one year. You have to feel bad — I’m going insane in my office. I need social interaction that isn’t online.” 

“Fine!” You dramatically huff, waving your hand in the air. “You can sit at my desk while you have your meeting. I’ll make myself comfortable on the couch and read over—”

“Thank you!” He happily interjects, grabbing your hand and placing a dramatic kiss on the back of your hand. “You’re amazing.”

You can’t help but giggle, watching as he proudly makes his way out of your office to grab his laptop and other necessities for his meeting, though he ends up choosing to stay with you until the end of the work day. 

Four months into transferring and you’ve gotten to see many sides of Johnny — all sides you find utterly charming and endearing; all sides that make your heart race and your mind rattle.

— Out of Town Bar & A Tucked Away Office.

You don’t notice when Johnny walks in. 

His suit jacket slung over his arm and long sleeves of his white collared shirt pushed up to his elbows. He runs his fingers through his loosely styled hair that loosened through the day while a sealed pack of cookies are presented in front of you. You look up at the man that’s been on your mind more often than you’d ever admit — and, god, does he look ethereal when he gives you a tired lopsided grin. 

“What’s this for?” You ask, picking up the sealed bag of cookies and examining it. “You know that sucking up to me isn’t gonna make me like you more.”

“You know you love me. I’m your life line here.” Johnny grins, taking a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of your desk. “A client gave it to me and I thought you’d like it when your sweet tooth kicks in during the day.”

“What’re you talking about? I don’t have a sweet tooth.”

“I catch you stealing sweets from the break room all the time.” Johnny giggles, resting his ankle just above his knee. “Did you know you walked into the break room five times in a span of seven minutes yesterday?”

“No…I did not.” You embarrassingly admit, biting your bottom lip before taking the cookies and rolling your office chair over to your mini fridge nearby to secure them for future use. “Thank you for the treat.” 

“You’re welcome.” Johnny adjusts himself in his seat, lifting his hips slightly to lower himself just a bit.

“You don’t normally stay this late.” You ask, palm resting under your chin. 

“Been keeping an eye on me?” Johnny smirks, fist gently pressing into his temple as his elbow is propped onto the chair’s arm rest. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

“I care.” You quickly interject, looking down at how reckless your words came out. “Is everything okay?” 

Johnny simply nods. “Why are you still here?” He questions, looking at the analog clock perched near the windows. 

“I got a hot date with reports.” You reply bleakly, pointing your pen towards your computer screen. “I just need to finish a few things so I don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Do you have a lot to do?”

Leaning into your chair, you cross your arms and scan the to-do list you have written on a notepad. “Eager to help cut my work load in half, is that it?”

Johnny chuckles quietly, then shakes his head. “Eager to have drinks with you tonight actually.” His words are so brazen and matter of fact, it takes you by surprise; only allowing you to stutter out a response before recollecting yourself. 

“No,” you chuckle, “we both know what happened the last time I had drinks with you.” 

The fond memory flashes through your mind before you could stop it. The positions he had you in, the marks that remained as a remembrance a few weeks afterwards, and the intense pleasure you felt for hours you couldn’t replicate on your own. 

“Plus, someone could see us.” You add, shoulders slumping when you feel a hint of disappointment in your chest. 

Johnny sits up, straightening his back and extending his long legs outwards to cross an ankle over the other. “There’s this bar on the outskirts of the city that no one here goes to.”

You sharply inhale, still cautious about the offer. 

“Colleagues have drinks with each other all the time, why can’t we be one of them?” He questions, tilting his head to the side and gaze dragging along your features, eyes softening as the milliseconds pass. “We’re friends. Friends have drinks with each other.”

The word echoes in your ears and you don’t expect the simple label to sting the way it did. Friends. The quick, harsh squeeze of your heart makes you sharply inhale before you’re able to play it off with a long exhale. 

“You’ve worked hard since you started here and I’d like to treat you to a night out to—” Johnny pauses, buying himself time to find the words he needs to convince you to spend your Friday night with him. “—celebrate everything you’ve done.”

A tiny uninvited smile tugs at your mouth and Johnny notices it. 

“Is that a yes?” He quietly teases. “Please let it be a yes.”

You surrender. “My place is nearby. We can leave our cars there and get an Uber to the bar.” You offer, giving into the temptation. 

“Smart girl.” Johnny’s lips parted into a cheesy grin before jumping to his feet, rubbing the palm of his hands together. “I promise you won’t regret it!”

❁❁❁❁❁

“How’d you find this place?” You ask. The thin long sleeves of your blouse cling to your arms as you cross them over your chest in an attempt to keep yourself warm against the cool air.

“My friend Yuta owns it.” Johnny says proudly, hand resting on your mid back and ushering you towards the bar’s entrance. 

“So you just have bartender friends all over the country?” You giggle, remember the handsome bartender who first introduced you to Johnny. 

Johnny grins and causally shrugs. “What can I say? Making connections is my forte. I even have some out of the country, if you fancy taking a trip with me overseas.” 

“Let’s get through tonight first before we start planning trips to other countries. For all you know, I could be trouble.”

“Oh I know you’re trouble.” Johnny gives you a knowing glance, standing in line at the entrance. “That certainly doesn’t deter me whatsoever.” 

Playfully and gently shoving him, Johnny’s arm slings over your shoulders and pulls you close as you two walk into the establishment. Classic rock from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s plays in the background as the chattering of patrons suddenly fills your ears. Johnny leads you to an empty table, giving you the small laminated menu sitting among the napkin dispenser and the ketchup and mustard bottles.

As you scan the menu, a young man with dark shoulder length hair pulled back into a half up and down updo using hair sticks appears next to Johnny. With one hand cupping Johnny’s shoulder, the other lifts to give Johnny a familiar handshake. 

“Hey John, haven’t seen you in a while.” The man glances over to you, giving you a friendly smile to show off his pearly white teeth. “Who’s your lady friend?”

“She’s my boss.” You catch a mischievous glint in his eye when he looks at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops immediately. “I-I’m not his boss. That would be so inappropriate.” You shake your head, palms facing outward and shaking mirroring the way you’re denying his accusations. Your face quickly heats up, the heat traveling down your entire body making your entire body prickle. “We just work together.” 

Johnny’s friend laughs loudly. “I believe you, don’t worry. I’m Yuta.” Extending his hand out, you take it and give it a firm shake. 

“Oh! You’re the owner.” You gleefully say, “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. How do you know Johnny?” 

Yuta scratches the back of his neck. “We slept together in college.” With his quick movements, he blocks Johnny’s punch to his shoulder, telling you they’ve done this many times before.

“You gotta stop telling everyone that.” Johnny shakes his head, pulling Yuta in a headlock. “Tell her the truth.”

Yuta flashes you a smile, hands gripping Johnny’s wrist. “We were roommates in college,” he laughs, “so technically what I said is true.” Yuta finally frees himself from Johnny’s grasp, strands of hair somehow falling perfectly to frame his face. “I had the top bunk and he got the bottom.”

“Huh,” you let out as you looked at Johnny, “I never took you as a bottom.” 

“Alright, you two are done.” Johnny shakes his head, grabbing Yuta by his shoulders and turning him away.

“You should get the beer battered fish and chips. It’s our most popular dish!” Yuta shouts as he’s pushed away from the table and towards the bar. 

“For the record I asked for the bottom bunk purely because I kept hitting my head when I sat up. I’m certainly not a bottom…” Johnny holds contact a little too long enough to catch a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or have you forgotten?”

Your eyes quickly and bashfully avert away from his gaze, locking onto the menu in your hand. “I think I’ll take the fish and chips, like Yuta recommended.” You let out, changing the subject. “With a beer.”

“Good choice. I’ll be right back.”

Johnny disappears into the crowd, though the top of his head sticks out and easy to spot makes you less worried that you’ll lose sight of him. Taking a glance around the room, you watch the group of people intently watching the white cue ball make its way across the billiards table before strategizing their next move. You glance over the group of people chugging their beers while the rest of the group cheers them on. Your eyes move towards a couple in a corner booth, watching as they giggle to themselves and throwing flirty glances toward each other. You try not to stare, but their nerves are so palpable you could feel it three tables away.

Your attention is pulled towards the unopened bottle of beer in front of you as Johnny takes a swig of the identical bottle in his hand. Without a word, Johnny uses the wide part of a random key from his keychain to effortlessly pop off the bottle cap. 

“Are you showing off, John?” You playfully retort with your hand resting under your chin.

”Depends. Is it working?” He smiles, taking another sip of his drink. “I figured it’s better to open your drink in front of you, so you know it isn’t tampered with.”

“Very considerate of you, thank you.”

Johnny simply lifts his bottle towards you and you gently clink your amber colored glass against his. Taking a long sip, you allow your body to finally relax after a long week of work. Johnny makes himself comfortable on a stool across from you, elbows resting on the round table in front of him.

“What caught your attention earlier?” Johnny asks.

“It looks like that couple may be on a first date.” You share, inconspicuously tilting your head in the direction of the couple in the corner booth. “I found it cute that they’re holding hands under the table and it got me thinking about my first date, that’s all.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s eyebrows quirks upward, leaning into the backrest of his chair. “Do tell.” 

“No.” You shake your head. “Not a chance.”

“Oh come on!” Johnny pouts. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to hear about your first date?” You tease. 

“Fair.” Johnny shrugs. “Hearing about another guy being your first anything doesn’t seem like a topic I’d like to touch on.” 

You quietly chuckle and lean into your seat. “Jealous?”

“How can I not be?”

Your foot playfully jabs Johnny’s covered calf, causing him to chuckle to himself. Before he could speak up, you’re interrupted by a waiter and the delivery of the food Johnny ordered for the both of you. With a quick thank you, you take a bite of the potato fry that’s clearly fresh out of the fryer.

“Okay, so no discussing first date experience. Tell me what your ideal date would be.” Johnny lets out, mirroring your movements and grabbing a bite of the freshly fried potato.

“What?” You giggle, folding your arms over your chest. “Why would you want to know that?”

“Humor me.” Johnny shrugs. “I’m trying to have a normal conversation. What would your ideal date be?” 

His gaze locks onto yours and you bite the line he’s throwing. With a sharp inhale, you lean forward. You follow Johnny’s fingers as he rips a piece of fish from the plate in front of you and dips it into the accompanying sauce the dish comes with before popping it into his mouth. 

“A candle light dinner at home and a movie afterwards.”

“Huh.”

“What?” 

“I took you for someone who’d want to go to a fancy restaurant or something. Maybe take a trip overseas for dinner. Your ideal date seems—”

”Basic?”

Johnny nods, watching as your lips wrap around the opening of the beer bottle.

“A lot of the men I dated loved the lavish lifestyle and it gets old really fast when you realize they’d rather shower you with expensive things than spend time with you.” You let out a sigh. “I know it sounds like a first world complaint, but at the end of the day, it’s a whole lot of loneliness.”

“And that’s why you’d rather have a simple night in with someone that’s genuinely interested in you.” Johnny slowly nods, leaning into his chair and bringing the opening of his drink to his lips. “That’s good to know.” 

❁❁❁❁❁

Four beers in and suddenly Johnny’s the funniest and most philosophical person you know; not to mention, a yapper who can go on and on about his growing Pokémon card collection that probably makes him the cutest nerd who has a goldmine of rare cards that would put him on a rob list. 

Two beers in and a glass of whisky later, you’re a giggling mess and suddenly sharing more about your life than you’d ever imagined you would — everything laid out on the table for Johnny to pick and choose what to relentlessly tease you about; though he probably would never.

You catch the glimpse of the time, surprised with how quickly it has passed when you're with Johnny. “We should probably head out soon. It’s getting late.” 

Johnny lifts his wrist, checking his watch. “Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?” He grins, swallowing the last bits of his drink before pulling his phone out. “I’ll order a ride.”

With your hand on his, you halt his movements. “Let me use the restroom first. It’s a pretty long ride back.” You eye the line of the woman’s restroom, sighing in disappointment as you’re aware of how full your bladder is. “We might be waiting for a while.” 

Johnny follows where your gaze falls before tucking his phone away. Standing from his seat, he offers his hand to help you up. “We can use Yuta’s office restroom.” 

“He’ll be okay with that?” You question, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way.

“Yeah. He gave me a spare key to his office for nights I get too drunk and can’t make it home. His couch isn’t the comfiest, but when you’re drunk out of your mind, anything will do.” 

You giggle, following him down the hall hidden behind the bar. Based on the lack of intervention from the employees, you have a feeling he’s done this a few times short of it becoming a habit. 

He unlocks the wooden door with a key he has and ushers you in. When the door shuts, the loud music and chatter suddenly stops. “The restroom is the door on your left. I’ll get a ride here while you do what you gotta do.”

“Thank you.” You smile, rushing off to the restroom while Johnny fiddles with his phone. 

When you exit the restroom, Johnny quickly looks up at you from the sofa and jumps to his feet. “Our ride is 10 minutes away.”

You nod, looking around the room and catching the framed photos on Yuta’s desk. One photo of who you assumed to be Yuta and his parents, another of Yuta and his sisters, and another of a younger bar owner and a group of men — one of them being a shirtless younger Johnny with bleached blonde hair and lack of his tattoos that adorned his bicep that you’ve imagined tracing over more than you’d like to admit. 

“This is you, right?” You smile, pointing at the photo of him at the beach with his friends. “I wouldn’t have expected you to go blonde.”

Johnny sharply inhales, shaking his head in disapproval of his younger self’s choices. “Spur of the moment type of thing.” He shrugs, using his large hand to cover the photo from your view. “Let’s not walk down memory lane of embarrassing moments.”

You smile, setting the framed photo down where it previously was. “Maybe you should consider going back.” Lifting your hand, you run your fingers through the side of his hair. “I think you looked great.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m very fond of the idea of frying my hair off again.” Johnny chuckles, taking your hand in his. “I just got it back to a healthy state.”

Pulling your hand back, you cross your arms over your chest. “Should we wait outside for our ride?” 

Johnny glances towards the door, then back at you. Lifting his hand, he gently moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. “I think you’ll be warmer here.” 

Your knees go weak and there’s the flutters in your stomach that you try to bury deep into the pit of your stomach. When you finally meet his eyes, his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You mumble, suddenly feeling self conscious. 

“You’re beautiful.”

“We agreed to be strictly professional.” Your voice trembles when you feel his palm slide down your arm, the conviction in your words slowly withering with a simple touch. “Compliments like that are making me think you’re not holding up your end of our deal.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.” Johnny chuckles, his hand now playing with your fingertips right before lacing his fingers between yours. “You’re just…really hard to ignore.” 

His lips press against your knuckles and you don’t stop him; not when he gives you a tender kiss on your wrist or when his lips press into your cheek, and certainly not when his hand cups the side of your neck and he gently weaves his lips with yours. 

Warmth spreads through your body while his arms slide across your lower back to pull you closer. Your body arches into him, fingers mindlessly raking through his hair before you pull away slightly breathless. 

“I don’t think this is what friends do, Johnny.” 

A quiet huff that resembles a laugh leaves his lips before resuming his movements. “Please don’t be mad. I only said that because I thought you wanted me to say it.” He confesses between breaths and kisses. “I thought that’d be more palatable than to tell you how badly I want you.” 

A smile blooms across your lips, satisfied with his words. You deepen the kiss — this time your lips frantically moving like you’ve been deprived from his touch for years. 

You press against the edge of the desk, feeling the bulge forming under Johnny’s dress pants and heat pools between your thighs. Your hand dips under his waistband, feeling his warm and veiny shaft harden at your touch, twitching as your fingers wrap around his girth. With one full stroke from his base to his tip, he shudders. Your thumb rolls over his slit, his hand cups the back of your head and fingers grip your roots, tilting your head to look at him. 

“Tell me you want me too.” He softly growls, his forehead pressing against yours. “I can’t be the only one.”

You grin, slowly stroking his shaft and watching him melt under your touch. “I need you.” You whisper against his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Johnny takes half a step back and you drop to your knees, fingers hastily moving to bring his waistband down his thighs. Before he could take in the sight of you on your knees for him, you envelop his tip between your lips and his jaw drops at the warmth your mouth offers. As your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip, his head tips back and his teeth bite down on his knuckle to stop the noise he so desperately wants to make. 

Swallowing around him, saliva runs down your chin as his tip meets the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water and when you look up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock, your tears spill from the outer corners of your eyes and he gently swipes them away with his thumbs.

“You’re doing a great job, baby.” He coos, the pads of his fingers gently stroking the space under your eyes. “You’re so perfect. Taking me so well.”

Your tummy does backflips and you squeeze your thighs shut, focusing on the bobbing of your head and the swirl of your tongue. Your cheeks hallow around his tip, sucking it until his lips break apart with a moan, jaw slacking and chest huffing up at down. 

“My perfect girl.” He babbles, fingers gripping the roots of your hair. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come for you.”

Excitement ignites just behind your bellybutton, sucking on his tip just as you’ve done before. His eyes flutter shut and his brows draw tight. Johnny quietly groans your name, whispering it over and over like a prayer. His cheeks burn and his fingers twitch just before he tightens his grip in your hair.

And before he could stop it, his thick creamy ropes paint your tongue as his body stills, letting his entire body feel the ecstasy you helped him achieve. With a quick swallow of the remnants in your mouth, you pepper his sensitive tip and shaft with gentle kisses. 

Helping you to your feet, his lips crash into yours while his hands frantically grope your backside. But before any other exploration could happen, a notification on his phone goes off. 

A small frustrated groan rumbles in his throat and he pulls his phone out to see the notification that the ride he’s requested is arriving. 

“Everything okay?” You ask, glancing at Johnny’s phone then catching his eye. 

“Yeah, our ride is here.” He sighs, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We should probably—”  He tilts his head towards the door and you simply nod, quickly readjusting your clothes before Johnny leads you out the door hand in hand.

Johnny slides in next to you, fingers lacing between yours and his head resting on your shoulder. The hints of his cologne mix with the smell of alcohol on his lips, and while you’d find it completely unpleasant if it were anyone else, Johnny was the exception. 

And part of you entertains the idea that he’ll always be an exception.

— Apartment 3B.

“Thank you for tonight.” Johnny gives you a lopsided smile, the alcohol still coursing through his bloodstream. “Not just for what happened in Yuta’s office, but for letting me get to know you a little more.”

“Yeah, it was fun. A night away every once and a while doesn’t hurt.” You nod, feeling the cool air prickling your skin. 

There’s a beat of silence, unsure of where to go from here. You shift on your feet, looking behind you at the entrance of your apartment building and Johnny glances towards his parked car, fingers fiddling with the keys in his pocket. 

“I should probably go.” Johnny’s lips press into each other, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You must be tired.”

A tiny grin dances on your lips. Stepping forward, you reach for Johnny’s wrist as he pulls his keys out of his pockets. He looks at you surprised, lips parting slightly. 

“I can’t let you drive after drinking tonight regardless of how much you can ‘handle your liquor.’” You let out, gently tugging on his wrist. 

“You’re right.” Johnny sighs, looking back at his car. “I’ll sleep in my—”

You lift your palm to stop him. “You’ll be warmer in my place.” Giving him an affirmative nod, you pull him towards your building’s front entrance before he could object and you refuse to let his hand go as you both walk up to the third floor to your apartment. 

As you push open the front door, you feel the surge of anticipation run through you as you blindly search for the nearby lightswitch. When the bright warm colored lights fill the room, you quickly step in and both you and your guest for the night toe off your shoes, kicking them to the side of the entrance way. 

“Nice place,” Johnny compliments, “very cozy.”

You chuckle, turning on your heel to look at him. “Thanks. C’mon, I’ll give you a quick tour.” Extending your hand out, he cups his palm into yours but this time, he pulls you into his body – one hand finding your waist while the other cups the side of your neck and his lips hastily find his way to yours once more. 

You don’t take a second to think about what to do next when your hands frantically undo the buttons of his long sleeve shirt and strip it off, throwing it haphazardly behind you while he drops his pants to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. It takes a split second to have your clothes in a pile next to the front door, leaving you in your matching garment set.

You’re stumbling through your apartment entrance, finally tumbling on top of Johnny as he falls onto your sofa. Climbing on top of him, knees pressing into the cushions of each side of his thighs, his erection hardens with every minuscule movement of your hips. 

“Finally gonna let me be on top?” You playfully ask, trailing kisses against his jaw and down the side of his neck. 

Johnny rasps a laugh, arms wrapping around your hips and in one swift move, he’s on top of you — giving you your answer. 

“Not a chance.” He hums as the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek just before placing a soft tender kiss on your heated skin. “Now open—” He smacks the side of your thigh, the slap of flesh filling the silence of the room. “I need to taste you after you’ve deprived me for so long.” 

You do as he says, spreading your thighs apart as you watch Johnny drop to his knees. Pulling aside the fabric covering your core, he wastes no time tasting you with a long strip of his tongue against your slit. Your head presses into the soft backing of your sofa, fingers raking through his hair as he devours you with no end in sight even when your vision blurs into stars or when your chest heaves up and down, and certainly not when you’re a whimpering mess with your nails digging into your cushion and gripping the edge of your seat.

Your body trembles when he gives you mercy, pulling away with his lips and chin glistening with your slick. You grab his hair, yanking him to your lips and your hands busy themselves with the waistband of the only fabric he has on. Slipping it down his legs and letting it pool around his feet before kicking it to the side, you give his long length a few pumps until his jaw slacks open as he feels all his blood rush to his cock. 

Aligning his leaking tip with your entrance, he pushes into you, pressing your thighs to widen your spread for him. And with ease, you take him without hesitation. 

“Your cunt is starving for me, baby—” Johnny groans, “begging me to stretch this pretty pussy open until you’re stuffed full with my cum.”

Blood rushes to your face and your heart races. You watch the way Johnny’s blown out pupils scan your features, suddenly making you extremely aware of how intoxicating his movements are — the quick and brutal thrust of his hips, the rush of heat through your body when his tip meets that sweet spot, and especially when his fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you down his cock. 

You don’t bother being quiet. Not when Johnny pushes your knees to your chest and traps your body between him and the couch cushions, feeling your pulse pick up in speed and the octave in your moans becoming louder and louder with every pound of his cock into your soaking cunt. 

“Scream for me, baby.” Johnny growls, the raw slapping of flesh punctuated by a groan. “Let everyone know I’m breeding my girl. Let them know you’re mine.”

His words only rattle in your head, making you nod and babble like the obedient slut you are. You cry out his name, tears prickling from the outer corners of your eyes as you writhe under him. 

“Say you’re mine.” He orders through clenched teeth, hips harshly thrusting into you before stilling, feeling his tip press into your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. “Say. It.”

“Y—” Your breath hitches. “I-I’m yours.”

You mindlessly repeat the words, satisfying Johnny as his hips mercilessly snaps into you until you’re sobbing out how pathetically close you are to the edge; unable to hold on to the last bit of control you’re desperately clinging on to. 

Your voice breaks as you cry out his name, feeling your walls tighten around every crevice of his engorged cock. Your eyes roll back, nails scraping down the skin of his back as his face buries into the crook of your neck. You whimper through the pleasure and your desperate noises are enough to make his voice crack on a moan, feeling him empty himself inside of you in sharp pulses. His cock twitches and a gravelly groan rumbles from his chest, pinning your hand into the sofa cushion with his eyes screwing shut and jaw slacking open at the bliss coursing through his body.

When he pulls his heavy cock out of you, the remnants he left behind slowly drip out of you and onto your flushed skin. Johnny smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the spill and push it back inside. 

“It's dripping out of you already.” Johnny grins, fascinated with the sight of you limp and satisfied. 

“Maybe you should fuck it in me again.” You happily let out as you prop yourself on your elbows. “Harder this time.” 

“That wasn’t hard enough for you?” Johnny questions, an eyebrow quirking and his grin spreads wider, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. “I’m gonna have to fix that, don’t I?”

“I think so,” you tease. “Unless you think you don’t have it in you?”

Johnny laughs deep in his throat, a laugh that promises trouble. “Oh you’re definitely going to regret saying that.” 

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The ache between your thighs is difficult to ignore as you carefully pull yourself out of bed to make coffee for yourself and the unexpected overnight guest who laid peacefully with his body heat keeping you warm last night. 

“Where are you going?” He groggily asks, one eye squinting as he lifts his head to watch you throw on your silk robe. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving me again.” His sleepy smile sends your heart into overdrive and you give him a reassuring peck on his temple.

“I’m gonna make coffee.” You whisper. “Its also my place, where else would I go?”

Johnny sheepishly smiles, falling back onto your pillow as you walk out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. As you wait for the coffee, the silence makes you think back on the night you had — a night that somehow surpassed the pleasure of the first time you spent with Johnny. You find your giddy state to be slightly embarrassing, but you can’t help but quietly squeal as if you had reached a new level of happiness. 

“I love the smell of coffee in the morning,” Johnny yawns, joining you in your kitchen still in his boxer briefs. He takes a seat on a countertop and carefully takes hold of the mug you offer, taking a small sip. His eyes flutter shut, allowing the warm liquid to work its way through his body. “Not the best cure for a hangover, but addicting nonetheless.”

You chuckle, taking small sips of your beverage. “What do you want for breakfast?” You ask, setting down your favorite mug and making your way to the fridge. You pull the double fridge doors open, quickly embarrassed by the emptiness in front of you. “Ah, on second thought—” You let out an awkward laugh before it falters into a fake cough.

“Breakfast is on me. Is delivery okay?” Johnny swoops in, hopping off the counter. 

You eagerly nod, delighted by the idea that you get to finally spend the morning after with Johnny. 

Johnny disappears into your bedroom to fetch his phone, meanwhile your attention turns to the front door after hearing your doorbell. Peaking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kang, outside with her lip tucked between her teeth and her brows knitted together. 

You quickly open your front door and a wave of relief washes over your neighbor’s face when she sees you. 

“Oh thank god!” Mrs. Kang lets out. “You’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I am. Is everything okay? Do you need help, Mrs. K?” 

Your elderly neighbor shakes her head. Her short dark bob swung at her movements. “It’s just, I didn’t hear you come home last night and then I heard these noises coming from your apartment. I called my daughter to see what I should do — if I should check in on you when I heard the noise or call the police right away…”

You nod attentively as you hear her express her concern. A mix of embarrassment about how loud you were and the regret of not throwing on your sleepwear makes you uncomfortably adjust your robe. You hold the fabric together near your collarbones, almost afraid Mrs. Kang could somehow see you’re completely naked underneath. 

“…but she told me to check in on you in the morning. So here I am.” 

You nervously gulp, suddenly feeling you’ve done something wrong. “I’m so sorry to worry you, Mrs. K. I went out for drinks with a friend of mine and didn’t get in until late.”

“But the noises—”

“Hey baby, do you want a breakfast sandwich or are you feeling—” Johnny’s voice becomes clearer as he appears behind you, still in his underwear, eyes glued to his phone screen, and completely unaware of your neighbor’s presence or her wide eyes when she finally connects the dots in her head. 

“Oh.” Mrs. Kang simply says, finally grabbing Johnny’s attention. She bites back a sheepish grin, avoiding eye contact with you and the handsome man behind you. “Ah, the noises make sense.” 

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Kang. I wasn’t—I didn’t—I-I’ll keep it down, I promise.” You profusely apologize, using your arm to push Johnny behind you in fear that his half-naked body would somehow send your poor neighbor into cardiac arrest. 

“Not to worry, dear. I was young too and had my share of midnight friends.” Mrs. Kang giggles. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you for checking in. I’ll give you my number, that way when you’re worried or need help, you can just call me directly.” You quickly jot down your personal phone number on a nearby memo pad. 

“And your name, dear?” Mrs. Kang looks at Johnny who is now using your front door to hide his promiscuous state. 

“Oh! Uh, I’m John. John Suh, ma’am.” You catch a hint of redness paint over Johnny’s cheeks and travel down his pale neck. “I apologize for the noise. I told her to keep it down last night.” 

With a quick nudge to Johnny’s bicep, you give your neighbor the piece of paper with your number. “I’m so sorry, again.”

Mrs. Kang lifts her hand, palm facing you. A warm smile stretched across her face. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad you're safe." 

“Thank you, Mrs. K. Just let me know if we’re a bother or anything. We won’t take offense, I swear.” 

“Will do, dear. Have fun you two.” 

You and Johnny wave an awkward goodbye before he slowly shuts the door. When he turns to you, he gives you a small laugh under his breath as he scratches the back of his neck. “That was awkward.” 

You give him a knowing look, crossing your arm over your chest. “Told me to keep it down last night, huh?” Your eyebrows raise and your head tilts to the side. “Weren’t you the one telling me to do the opposite?”

Johnny gives you a lopsided smile before his palms cup your cheeks, pulling you in to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Back to breakfast, what do you wanna eat?” 

“Surprise me.” You mumble into his chest as your arms wrap around his waist. “I trust you.”

Cupping the back of your head, he lifts his phone and orders breakfast from a familiar diner that he’s ordered from before, getting the both of you his regular order. 

“Now that’s settled—” Johnny tosses his phone onto your couch and swoops you up over his shoulder. A squeal leaves your lips, legs flailing as Johnny saunters into your bedroom.

“What’re you doing?” You giggle as you’re gently thrown onto your mattress, watching as Johnny climbs on top of you. His fingers play with the fabric holding your robe together before tugging at it, watching the silk unravel and slip down your shoulder. 

“Having a pre-breakfast.” His devilish grin disarms you quickly, allowing him to spread your thighs wide. “This time, you might wanna keep it down…for your neighbor’s sake.”

— The Morning After.

Walking into the break room, you’re greeted by Mina and her insanely bubbly personality at 7:30 in the morning. “How was your weekend?” She asks, taking a generous bite of a donut that another employee brought in to share.

You can’t help but bite back a smile, fingers busying themselves as they shuffle through the newly stocked bags of veggie chips to snack on later. Spending the entire weekend with Johnny wasn’t something you’d plan, but between the fucking, the cuddling, and the pure bliss of simply being around each other made it hard for either of you to be the first one to let go of the hold you two had on each other. 

“It was fine. How was yours?”

Mina babbles on and on about how she rearranged her bedroom twice, had a virtual meetup with some friends back home, and started a rewatch binge of The Big Bang Theory for the 5th time. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar figure coolly sauntering into the room with his hair parted perfectly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and shining the same glow you’ve had since Friday night. A few morning greetings are thrown his way and Johnny kindly returns polite conversation before interjecting into your conversation with Mina. 

“Morning Mina.” Johnny smiles politely, then turns to you. “Morning, boss. Think I could pick your brain before our meeting today?” Johnny asks, eyes locked with yours as if he’s giving you a message only you’ll understand.

“Putting her to work before 8 am? You’re brutal, Suh.” Mina teases, tossing the used napkin in her hand into a nearby trash bin. 

“What can I say? I gotta keep her focused.” Johnny laughs quietly, then turns to you. “What do you say?”

You nod at Johnny before wrapping up your conversation with Mina. Following closely behind Johnny, he opens his office door and gestures to you inside. When you hear the door’s lock click, Johnny’s hands find your waist, twisting your body and pressing his against yours. 

“So, this is your idea of picking my brain?” You giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling his lips to yours weaving them together like you’d done this entire weekend.

Johnny smiles against your lips, fingers cupping the nape of your neck. “This weekend wasn’t long enough.” 

“It’s a good thing you see me here everyday, huh?” 

Johnny hums. “And yet, it somehow feels like that won’t be enough.” 

With your palms firmly pressed into Johnny’s chest, you pull away from his kiss. “You’re obsessed.” You playfully remark, carefully moving the strand of his hair that’s fallen onto his forehead.

“Come over after work.” Johnny offers, lips leaving a trail of kisses on your cheek. 

“Next, you’re gonna ask me to stay the night.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes searching for sincerity in his. Then you realize where you are — at work, with your co-worker peppering you with kisses in secret.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks, afraid he’s crossed a line he can’t come back from. “I-I’m sorry.” Quickly dropping his arms, he steps away to give you space. 

“No, no. You didn’t—” you quickly say. “Maybe we can keep things professional during work hours. The last thing I want is for us to lose our jobs because we can’t keep our hands off each other.” 

Johnny nods in agreement. “We’ll keep things professional during work hours. I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at the digital clock sitting on his desk. “We have 10 minutes before our work shift actually starts. Does that count a—”

Biting down on your bottom lip, your hand snakes behind the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips. But just before you could meet his lips, his office phone startles the both of you when it rings and Mr. Choi’s name pops up on the screen. 

Johnny grumbles quietly before lifting the receiver to his ear. Johnny greets the manager simply, listening to his words and rolling his eyes in the process. 

“Sure, I’ll head up in a bit.” Johnny says before hanging up. He looks at you apologetically, holding your hand in his. “Choi wants me to meet some fresh college grads for an internship here. He says he’s pairing one with me and that I should meet her before the internship actually starts.”

You don’t mean to focus on such a minor detail, but your mouth works faster than your brain sometimes. “Her? Your new intern is a woman?”

You see a small grin tug on the corner of Johnny’s mouth. “You’re kinda cute when you’re jealous. Your nose crinkles a little when your eyebrows—” Johnny reaches to press his thumb against your furrowed eyebrows before you swat his hand away. 

“I’m not jealous.” Your attempt to make your words sound less defensive but the amused look on Johnny’s face makes you realize he can see right through you. 

“That’s good,” Johnny reassures, “because there’s no reason to be. I’m yours, remember?” 

You press a smile as you feel his lips pecking against your cheek. Pushing down the uncomfortable feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, you file this jealous feeling under irrationality in your brain. 

After all, Johnny is loyal — to a fault sometimes, like Jaehyun shared. There’s nothing you need to worry about.

Right?

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Can you do a Johnny smut where like he’s been so busy with work and you’re always at home and he feels bad so he makes it up to you

Working Late Cause I’m a CEO — j.s.

GENRE: a mixture of smut & fluff!

PARINGS: ceo!johnny (36) & young adolescent!reader (24)

WARNINGS: pussy eating, fingering, dirty talking, sweet talking, missionary!

you check your phone once more and sigh when seeing that johnny hasn’t left the office yet.

tonight marks the third night that johnny had stood you up for dinner. you’ve spent hours dolling yourself up and cooking an expensive steak plated along with green beans and mashed potatoes.

unfortunately, johnnys plate sits on the dining table with a glass of wine sitting next to it.

you’d already finished up your plate hours ago and downed three glasses of wine in the meantime. you check the time once again for it to read 10:59PM.

“well,” you sigh and blow out the melted down candle stick. “that’s night three.” the finish your fourth glass and refresh johnnys location status.

seeing that johnny’s location marks that he’s still in the office building, you shut your phone off with a big sigh and march upstairs.

johnny impatiently taps the steering wheel as he’s stuck at the longest red light. “oh my god,” he looks at his watch and rolls his eyes. “i swear it’s been two years since this light has turned red on me!”

the time is now 12:46AM, johnny was meant to leave the office 16 minutes ago but was stuck in a google meet with some other company in a different time zone.

“thank fuck!” johnny slams on his gas as soon as the light turns green.

johnny felt horrible, he knew it was the third time this week that he came home late. johnny had a two week streak of not coming home late because before the two week streak, it would be daily of him coming home late!

you and johnny have only been together for several months. you aren’t used to dating a ceo who’s at his company for 15 hours! but to be fair, johnny’s in his mid thirties while you’re in your early twenties, he’s got his whole future already worked out while you’re just beginning to plan yours!

johnny decides he’s gonna risk it and runs all the red lights. anything to get to you quicker, is all he thinks.

finally, at 1:27AM, johnny arrives home. he sees his cold plate and glass of wine sitting on the dining table and feels his heart ache.

“fuck,” johnny whispers and drops his blazer and bag.

johnny makes his way upstairs to see you sound asleep in his bed. you’re on your side and you have his blanket tucked between your legs and under your chin while snoring quietly.

johnny unbuttons his button up and slides into bed. he turns his lamp on then gently pulls the blanket from between yourself and wakes you up.

“hm?” you barely sit up on your elbow and rub your eye while squinting at johnny.

“hi baby.” johnny tilts his head and reaches to rub your cheek. “hi,” you whisper back, still rubbing your eye and adjusting to the dim lamp light.

there’s silence until you ask about the time. “it’s 1:30AM right now.” johnny responds with a faint smile. “oh.” is all you say.

“yeah, i’m so sorry, baby. i was stuck in this meeting with this other CEO who lives in a different time zone and since he’s older and has ran a business longer than i have, he got to choose when we held our meeting.” johnny rambles.

you giggle and sigh. “you’re fine, johnny. i promise.” he shakes his head. “third time this week, y/n. that’s so unfair to you.” you sit up and grab his hand. “it’s fine. really.” johnny gives you an unsure grin. “just join me in my snooze fest.” he chuckles and rubs the back of your hand.

“i was actually thinking,” you hum while johnny finds his words. “since i’ve been a terrible boyfriend,” you tsk and laugh at him. “i should be a better boyfriend by eating your pussy to make up for all my wrong doings.”

you look into johnnys eyes and it’s just filled with sympathy and hunger.

“is that so?” johnny nods quickly and bites down on his bottom lip. you look down when feeling johnnys hand slither up your thigh.

“well, i’m not wearing panties right now.” johnnys eyebrows perks up. “nor have i showered before bed.” his eyebrows drop.

you gasp when being pulled and having johnny hovering above you. “you know damn well that i never care if you’ve showered or not.” you blush and bite your lip. “i like my pussy to be marinated.”

“johnny!” you shriek and clamp your legs closed.

“what!” johnny laughs and reopens your legs. “can’t a man be honest?” he lifts your nightgown and lays on his belly. “i mean—“ you’re cut off with your own moan as johnny attaches his mouth on your pussy.

“oh god,” you moan out while resting your legs on johnnys shoulders and biting down on your balled up fist.

johnnys tongue slithers along your slit while doing circles on your clit. the tip of his tongue ever so dipping into your hole and lapping up all of your juice.

you don’t even notice but johnny writes out your name with his tongue on your clit. even though you didn’t notice that, you did notice how an orgasm hit you at the end of his spelling.

you gasp and pull on johnnys locks which earns you a humming moan. you bite hard on your lip as you try to resist the spazzing from your orgasm but you can’t, johnny keeps going. his arms are tucked under your thighs to keep you from squirming and any time you try, he keeps a firm grip and pulls you closer.

as your orgasm whines down, johnny removes your hold from his locks and places a hand on your breast. kneading it while he laps of your sweet juice.

johnny sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “you’re so fucking sweet. i hope you know that.” you shyly giggle when hearing the compliment.

“fuck,” you look down when seeing johnny pull on his hard on. “look what you’re sweet pussy has done to me, y/n.” your jaw slightly drops as you take a deep breath—johnny was huge, he’s roughly an 8.5 incher!

johnnys hand finds his belt, “you gonna help me with this, baby?” you nod, too busy looking at him tussling with his belt one handedly to see the hungry gaze he had. “whatever you want, baby.” johnny pushes down his pants and does the same to you—now, you’re on your back with your legs spread open.

he sits next to you but facing you directly. johnnys pretty face is a distraction from his fingers teasing your hole. “i’m sorry for being a shit boyfriend.” you gasp when a finger slowly slips in. “n—not a shit boyfriend…you’re j—just a busy man.”

you moan as johnny starts to finger you. “i love you, y/n.” he twists his finger and picks up the pace. “i love you more, johnny.” your hips buck at the pleasuring feeling while soft moans leave your lips.

then everything comes to a stop. you whine and look up at johnny who’s staring down at you. “j—johnny, why?” you’re then silenced when feeling another finger being added. “why what, baby?” he hums and giggles when seeing you shut your eyes and moan.

johnnys two fingers curling inside you while his other hand rubs your clit. you’re moaning and begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive but really, you want another orgasm.

as you’re reaching for your next orgasm, johnny all of a sudden just stops.

“have i ever told you how sexy your orgasm face is?” johnny is positioning himself to align with your hole. his tip rubbing the slightest against your lips, giving you the tiniest tease as you whine and beg for him to just fuck you right there and now.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” johnny grabs your breast once more to distract you from his tip entering you. “and i am the luckiest man to have you.” he bottoms you out.

you grab johnny by the shoulders and pull him onto you. his hips waste no time by picking up the perfect pace that has you moaning in his ears about how he’s perfect, the one for you, amazing at pleasing you, and so many more comments that have him blushing.

you wouldn’t mind this as an apology if johnny came home late everyday. shit, you’d rather him come home late everyday if this is how he plans to make up every time!

AN| hey loves! i’m trying to be more active here, i miss interacting with everyone and writing all my freaky thoughts on this blog. there are many reasons to why i left so suddenly which i shall not share but one of them being that i lost the motivation. i fell into this hole of depression which will also not be shared why, but that is apart of why i lost motivation to write. but not to worry because i’ve been bettering myself!! and no need to fear, me and sneakylink are still together! so, technically mommy & daddy are back! thank you all for the kind welcomings, it warms my heart to read all of them.

i love you all, hopefully i will be back with more content soon. please be patient with me, thank you! 💞💞💞

[xomakara]

Baby Don't Stop

SUMMARY | You run into your old college crush, Johnny Suh, at the gym after ten years. You used to hook up back in the day, and sparks fly again. To celebrate Johnny's birthday, you go out for drinks with friends, but the night takes a turn when you confess your feelings for each other. PAIRINGS |  Johnny x Reader RATING |  Mature, NSFW, EXPLICIT, MDNI, 18+, Any Minors and Ageless Blogs will be blocked GENRE |  smut, romance, birthday, old flames, random fluff/comedy  CONTENT/WARNINGS | nightclub vibes, profanity, drinking, flirting, teasing, birthday sex, unprotective sex, public sex, oral sex (both male/female receiving and giving), fingering, marking, shoulder biting, hair grabbing, creampies, daddy kink, breeding/impregnation kink LENGTH |  12,974 words TAGLIST |  @lovetaroandtaemin NETWORKS |  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety AUTHOR’S NOTE |  Thank you to both @unholywriters, and @lovetaroandtaemin for beta-reading this.I really appreciate the both of you for reading this! Thank you @aaagustd for the gorgeous banner! I appreciate you all so much! Happy 30th Birthday to my man, Johnny! 💚💚

NCT Main Masterlist

"Hottie alert!" your friend darts her eyes in the direction of the man that just walked into the gym, but you ignore her gaze and keep running at your current speed, steadily jogging on the treadmill. 

It's as if your sole purpose for existing is just to get the hell on a treadmill every day and then promptly leave. You start slowing down, your mind beginning to wander as the smell of sweat and metal engulfs your senses, and your feet pounding the black material begin to slow until the belt under your feet comes to a full halt.

"Okay Miss Hot Bod," Misun rolls her eyes. "Can you stop exercising long enough to even check a guy out once? You know you need to get laid, babe."

"I don't need your help with that," you quip and shake your head.

"Well obviously, but seriously, look. He's totally your type," Misun points across the room, where he stands in a loose sleeveless tee. His biceps are well defined; his left arm adorned in tats, and he runs his fingers through his dark hair while holding a water bottle in his other hand. "That man's body is literally the definition of fuckable. Look how sculpted he is!"

Okay, you have to admit he is very easy to look at. As you stand there, your breathing slowing and the buzz of the cardio still surging through your veins, the dark haired man looks across the room right in your direction and suddenly, time feels like it's crawling as Misun's words echo through your head. He cocks his head in acknowledgement of his surroundings, as if he were trying to pick out exactly where you were amidst the sea of equipment.

You know this man from somewhere, but you can't put your finger on it. It isn't until he gets up, sets the bottle down on a mat and strides over towards you, and you spot the sunflower tattoo on his left upper forearm that recognition slaps you in the face.

Johnny. 

Johnny fucking Suh. 

The boy that was the object of your crushes back in college. But he was no longer a boy; the past decade had been kind to his body, and the subtle changes between a younger Johnny and an older Johnny just made your panties want to slide off and flutter to the ground.

He’s still as tall as you remember him being, but instead of being lean muscle, he now has a slightly larger frame to fit it. His facial features haven't really changed, but everything is just a bit sharper, a little more rugged. The moment Johnny spots you, his mouth gapes in disbelief. He chuckles, breaking into a wide grin and quickly enveloping you with a bear hug.

"Y/N! Long time no see!" He steps back, his eyes roaming the rest of your figure. You've gotten more confident than your younger self, and your gym gear only serves to highlight just that. Your form fitting workout gear leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination, and Johnny's eyes rake over every curve on your body. He lingers a fraction too long on the tight sports bra stretching against your chest, trying his best not to blatantly stare. He grins and breaks the silence. 

"Wow! I mean, holy shit you look so... so different," he compliments, clearly surprised at the change since the last time he'd seen you.

Back in college, the two of you used to fuck around every once in awhile; never anything serious though. You didn't have any real commitment to one another. You'd go to frat parties together, and you'd sometimes go out with mutual friends. You'd dance a bit, and you’d fuck each other silly once the alcohol kicked in, but nothing more and nothing less. And there was certainly a point in time where you really started to fall hard, because deep down you knew that you were hopelessly pining for him. But, you knew better. Johnny didn't do relationships, and Johnny certainly didn't do serious, at least not that's what you gathered, and you never felt like it was really worth bringing up either.

"Different in a good way?" you tease back.

"Oh yeah, a very good way," he checks out the new you one more time before breaking the gaze. "Wow, the past decade did you good."

"I could say the same about you, Suh," you shoot back, meeting his stare. You scan over him just as he did to you. Time and life has definitely treated him well. "Gosh, you've gotten so-"

"Different?" He laughs. "Yeah. The past few years have done my body good; the diet's improved, the job is stressful, but..." Johnny pauses for a minute and smiles fondly, and you notice the glimmer of nostalgia flicker in his eye as memories flash through his mind. He thinks for a while before speaking again. "Anyway," he breaks into a big grin and shrugs. "The past decade hasn't been half bad."

 "How's life treating you?" you ask him.

"Well I'm back in Seoul permanently now, so that's pretty exciting," he nods and greets you with another easy, kind smile. "You still hang out with Doyoung and the guys?"

"I hang out with Doyoung's wife more than I do with him now," you pointed at Misun and she waved back. You laugh softly. "But yeah, I see the guys every weekend. We're all doing well. Pretty settled down and all."

"Doyoung's married? Holy crap," Johnny's eyes widen and it's a surprise for him to hear. He bites his lip and raises his brows. "How'd I miss that?"

"Life is pretty fast, dude," you grin.

"And you? Are you married?" Johnny tilts his head. "Couple of kids?"

Your face heats up slightly. Kids and marriage were the last thing on your mind right now, and you definitely had no partner. "Nope. Definitely single right now, and zero kids."

"I bet guys would be lining up for miles to have you," he answers. You swallow the saliva collecting in your mouth and look at Johnny for a moment. Perhaps his way was just complimenting everything and everyone, and he meant nothing by his words. That's the most likely case. 

“Nope,” you chuckle. “I don’t see a line anywhere.”

"Good, because I'm gonna ask for your number," his gaze is stern and full of resolve, a mischievous smirk playing upon his lips.

"Huh?" you ask him, feeling a slight lump form in your throat.

"I'd really like to go get a cup of coffee sometime, if you're up for it," his voice is earnest, and he grins widely before speaking again. "Maybe get with the guys some night for drinks? It's not everyday you come back and bump into the old crew."

Ahhhh, he wants to catch up with the old gang. Of course he wants to catch up with everyone and relive the college days or something. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together.

"Yeah sure," you mumble and dig your phone out. Johnny passes you his and you both add your contact information. "That would actually be a lot of fun."

"Let me know a couple dates that work for you," Johnny says in his silky smooth voice. "Or, let me know what days you're free. If it's during the work week, we can even get dinner after we finish up late at night."

"O...kay, I'll let you know,” you said.

"Sweet. Well it was nice to catch up," Johnny beams and starts walking in the other direction. He suddenly stops, spins, and turns back around. "Don't be a stranger, yeah? Give me a call whenever!"

"Yeah..." you nodded.

Johnny gives you an eager nod before taking his leave. As you watch his sculpted back muscles through the fabric of his loose shirt, Misun runs right over to you.

"Aghhh," she screeches excitedly, almost kicking her leg in an attempt to demonstrate how excited she was. "He totally hit on you!"

"Did he, though?" you tilt your head and smile slightly, grabbing your gym bag, before heading to the bathroom. "We kind of used to hang out with the same circle of people and—"

"Wait—so you already knew him? He's not just a guy you met today?" Misun follows you out, nearly stepping on your shoes because she's following your every movement like a hawk. She stares you down as if she were trying to dissect your body right there in the locker room, like a science experiment gone horribly, horribly right.

"We've sort of been casually acquainted since my college days," you explain as you pull your leggings off. "He's one of your husband's friends. Not someone I'd say he’s super close with, though. Just casual acquaintances."

"You guys fucked, didn't you?" Misun presses, her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets.

"Hey hey hey," you put a finger over your lips and lower your voice, checking the surrounding area for other people in the vicinity. You confirm the coast is clear before continuing, but you continue to whisper, nonetheless. "Keep it down will you?"

Misun smacks her lips together as a cheeky smirk spreads across her face. "Damn."

You begin changing out of your gym clothes before speaking again. "To be completely honest with you, Misun... Johnny was probably the most attractive guy I was ever with. By far. In fact, he's probably the most attractive guy I'll ever be with..." you say a bit melancholy, trailing off as your mind drifts back to those wild college nights.

"Then why the hell haven't you hit that in like a decade then, hon? I mean damn," Misun places her hand over her heart and you can practically see the gears spinning in her brain. "He's hot. You're hot. It's a win-win."

"Things are just...complicated," you answer vaguely, but you know exactly what your friend's picking up on.

"Darling," Misun wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Life is complicated. Relationships are complicated. But sex is the easiest thing ever to understand. I promise."

You simply wave her comment off and close up the door to your locker. Maybe she has a point, but you honestly don't know how you should feel. Things were so much simpler back when you and Johnny first hooked up. Back then, no feelings were involved, and everything was clear and defined. Now? Who the fuck knows.

All you could think about at that moment was Johnny. Johnny's body, Johnny's grin, Johnny's laughter, and everything in-between. There's an awkward tightening sensation in your core, and you shake your head. This isn't something that would normally bother you. Sure, you found him hot back in college, but the lust was purely physical. Something felt...different this time.

And, something about Johnny has changed, and you know it. Maybe it was just that time itself had changed, maybe he'd matured since your early twenties. Maybe the dynamic between you and Johnny would be entirely different now.

"Johnny's back in town," Taeyong tells you and Doyoung over lunch one day as he sips his americano.

You swallow your bite and nod. "Yeah, I know. I ran into him at the gym."

"What?" His eyes grow wider than saucers as he puts down his coffee cup. "No way!"

"Yeah, Misun was there," Doyoung laughs and gives you a cheeky look. "My lovely wife saw Johnny and Y/N make googly eyes at each other before exchanging contact info."

"Oh?" Taeyong raises his eyebrows and perks up in interest. "What happened next?"

You shove another piece of chicken into your mouth and sigh. "We exchanged numbers."

"AND?" both men yell impatiently.

"We. Exchanged. Numbers," you make a large circle with your hands in an exasperated fashion and then stare at both of them. "He wants to catch up with everyone, that's all. Go get a drink, reminisce about our younger days."

"Damn," Taeyong swears and laughs. "That's disappointing."

"You two would have such beautiful babies," Doyoung mutters.

"Who's gonna have babies?" Jaehyun cuts in, carrying a tray of drinks.

"Our darling Y/N and Suh," Taeyong explains, putting the last bite of food in his mouth. "Wanna go get drinks with Johnny and our lovely Y/N sometime this week?"

"Johnny's back in town?" Jaehyun seems intrigued.

"He’s here to stay," Doyoung looks at Jaehyun with raised eyebrows. “Y/N and Johnny exchanged numbers.”

"Oh, really?" Jaehyun looks mildly interested and smirks as he places your drink down in front of you. "You're hot. Johnny's hot. Good call. Hook it up."

"I literally think you guys are reading into this waaaay too much," you sigh and shake your head. "It was not even close to how you're putting it. No chemistry involved."

"Johnny Suh wouldn't have gotten your number if he was the sort of man to 'just catch up' with old college friends," Taeyong argues, making an air quote gesture.

"FINE," you roll your eyes. "Well, he asked me for coffee. BUT," you interject quickly and put a finger up when they're all ready to burst. "That doesn't necessarily mean he's asking me out on a date! Coffee doesn't necessarily mean romance."

"Uh, it totally does!" Taeyong cries, Jaehyun snickering along with him. "How do you think Misun and Doyoung got married? They brewed their love."

Doyoung slaps a hand over his face and rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath.

"Who are you and what have you done with the Lee Taeyong I once knew, God-knows-when, from God-knows-where," you grimace at his horrible choice in word play.

"Say it, Y/N. You know I'm a hundred percent right, and you can't deny it," Taeyong goes on. "How do you feel about Suh?"

"It's been ten years, Taeyong! What should I even say? Do I even have the same feelings for him as I had back in college?" You roll your eyes.

"Maybe? Maybe not. Only you know. But... Do you?" Doyoung folds his arms and glares at you.

You throw your head back, running your hands across the side of your hair. You make a dramatic gesture of screaming silently while the boys sit back and wait, leaning forward as they anticipate your answer. You stop making a ruckus and shoot them a defeated, resigned look, your shoulders slumping, your mouth drooping, and a little twinkle sparkles in your eyes.

You purse your lips together. "Possibly. Maybe. A bit."

"I mean," Jaehyun started, "you guys did fuck for a good year in college—"

"How did you know that!?" You feel the embarrassment color your cheeks.

Jaehyun bursts out laughing. "Who didn't know? You guys were fuckin' around a LOT."

You sink lower in your chair, sinking your teeth into the flesh of your lip. Of course they'd have known.

"So what's the problem then?" Taeyong presses for the details. "You're single, right?"

"Yeah but..." you sigh. "What if he's not? Or what if he's with someone right now?"

"He's single," Taeyong points at you with a decisive air, nodding with pride. "I asked."

"Why am I not surprised, you little gossiping bastard," you fold your hands across your chest. "Of course you asked."

"Anyway," Taeyong shakes his head. "Think of it this way. Say you get your little date on. If nothing comes out of it, then no biggie! Nothing ventured, nothing gained. But, if anything happens… if," he puts a hand to his heart, "if a wonderful spark ignites between you and Johnny… then wouldn't it have been worth trying?"

He does make an excellent point.

Johnny's wearing a button down silk shirt, open to the fourth button so his sharp clavicle and smooth, flawless, chest were peeking out. His leather pants were molded around him; the expensive belt showing off just how defined his waist was. He sits back in his chair and gives a hearty laugh as Haechan talks animatedly, gesturing and using both of his hands for emphasis as he recounts a story about Jaehyun pranking Taeyong.

You're sitting next to him, his arm draped casually against the top of the chair you're sitting on, a smug, playful smirk dancing across his lips, and his eyes flashing and sparkling under the light of the low lit room. You try not to stare at how well dressed he is, how nice the scent of his cologne is and how he looks like an absolute snack from this proximity. It’s difficult not to notice just how nice looking this man is. It's been more than ten years since you've been near one another, after all. And the past decade has been exceedingly good to him, that much was evident.

It was Johnny's birthday celebration; the crew wanted to go out and give him the greatest time, since he was back in Seoul after so long, and Johnny was the type to really enjoy himself when surrounded by good company. Dressed in a long, skin-tight black dress that dipped low in the back, showing the length of your spine and cut to expose one leg up to the upper thigh, the crew went hard for this bar crawl night and they went all out for Johnny. 

When Yuta suggested this nightclub and sent everyone the address, the boys responded with immediate acceptance, while your immediate reaction was pure disbelief. You hate nightclubs; you were never interested in them. This was never your scene back in college, let alone right now. Sure, you loved a nice drink after work, and you've been dragged to enough bars with your friends, but you were not remotely interested in this clubbing scene.

There are too many sweaty people, a plethora of obnoxious dudes trying to pick up girls, and so much wasted energy. Why not just go to a bar where you can have a more relaxed vibe and a way better selection of drinks? That would be a better fit for you, really. You can have a drink, lounge, and enjoy music that is quiet enough to allow you to hear your friends’ voices.

But nope, here you are. Surrounded by a sea of people who are half-naked, grinding or shouting about the lack of people grinding against them. You felt old in the sea of young bodies in here, so out of place in a world filled with loud music and zero room to talk to anybody, given the loud and throbbing base filling the entirety of the room.

"Hey Y/N," Johnny leans in and whispers right into your ear, his breath warm and tickling.

"Hmm," you try to keep it casual, even though his sudden movements have put you into an unannounced trance.

"Wanna get out of here?" He's closer to you now, his soft lips barely even brushing against the outer shell of your earlobe.

"Excuse me?" your face heats up a few degrees, wondering if what you're thinking is what he means, or what you're hoping for.

"We're going to hit another place," Jaehyun says from your other side.

"The vibe here is awful," Johnny groans. "Let's go somewhere more chill where we can all just talk."

"I knew this club thing was a bad idea. I should've fought Nakamoto on his decision," you get out of your seat and smile in response. "Plus it's better for Doyoung. We don't need any single birds flirting with him. Misun's liable to punch somebody in the face if anyone gets close."

Everyone chuckles as you all head out. Yuta merely shrugged when you told him about changing locations and led the crew out into the evening air, looking for a new bar to go to. The whole lot of you move at the pace of Jaehyun and Johnny, whose strides are equally long, as they attempt to seek a spot of their liking. After passing a few establishments, you find yourself nearing a lounge with a slightly different ambiance, one that doesn't reek of desperation and wasted energy. It was relatively quiet when you got close, and the interior looked cozy. You instantly liked the change in scenery and noticed how your tension melted away.

Everyone shuffled inside, pushing tables together.

"C'mon babe, you're sitting over here," Misun gently coaxed you into the seat next to Johnny, which just makes you wonder what she's scheming now, what new ridiculousness has filled her mind. "This place has a way better atmosphere, right?"

You had to admit, this was a much better choice than the night club that Yuta brought everyone to earlier. This was cozy and just loud enough for everyone to be heard without needing to yell their lungs out.

"Y'know..." Jungwoo starts, getting your attention as you lean forward across the table. "I don't think Yuta was really trying."

Everyone, except Yuta, started guffawing in unison, and Doyoung did his best not to fall off of his stool.

"To be fair," Yuta stands in the corner, attempting to defend his character, a pout forming upon his lips. "I didn't have time to go scout a location out! Work's been busy! Cut me some slack."

"First rounds on you then," Mark cracks up, slapping Yuta hard on the back.

"Feeling better already, babe?" Doyoung gave his wife a quick peck before speaking and patted the seat to his left.

Misun nodded eagerly and took the offered seat, watching you and Johnny with intense interest, a far too satisfied grin playing on her lips.

“This place is nice,” Misun started. “It’s intimate and cozy. And the sound levels here are great. Perfect place for a little celebration.”

You give Misun a questioning glance but you decide to shrug and leave it at that for now. Besides, this wouldn't hurt anyone.

"First things first!" Yuta announced after everyone got comfortable, raising a glass high. Everyone paused and gave Yuta their undivided attention. "A toast! To Johnny, Happy Birthday again!"

You grab ahold of your drink and raise the glass high into the air to follow the boys.

"Cheers!" everyone shouts and the sound echoes throughout the space as everyone takes a sip of their drinks.

"Thanks, man, really," Johnny grins widely, patting Yuta's shoulder and shaking his friend's hand. He faces you and locks your gaze. "Now that we're not deafened by shitty club music, I just wanted to say how great it was to see you all again. I really did miss this."

Everyone's beaming at him with their hearts on their sleeves. Even you.

"I never stopped missing you guys. Truly," he raised his glass and everyone mimicked his gesture. He holds his cup out to toast, the smile on his face wide. "Now let's take it easy and catch up."

You spend hours laughing, reminiscing, and recounting old stories. Misun's stomach hurts so badly she can't help but lay down on Doyoung's lap, rubbing at her stomach, with tears coming out of her eyes as she tells Haechan and Jungwoo not to make her laugh anymore.

Johnny's presence is intoxicating and comforting; his hand is placed across the back of your chair throughout most of the night, only removing it to grab drinks or help pass things across the table.

He's exactly as you remembered from college: warm and charming. So goddamn easy on the eyes. His timbre was so delicious, you wished that he'd whisper sweet nothings to you, hold you in his embrace and tell you you were the most beautiful woman in the entire world. And maybe his kisses were exactly as sweet, perhaps even sweeter, as they once were back in the good ol' days.

You notice that Misun was talking to one of the employees, whispering, glancing at you and Johnny every now and then, but you honestly can't bring yourself to care. Not tonight at least. Not when Johnny's near you, especially, because no man has ever looked at you the way Johnny Suh does tonight. You can feel those brown pools devouring every inch of you as you converse with the rest of the crew, hanging off of everyone's every word.

Johnny's intense gaze has always made you feel self-conscious, yet exhilarated. He looks at you like you're the most incredible thing he's ever seen, and it's captivating. Reconnecting after a decade, you realize these feelings are rushing back. The Johnny from college is different from the man he is now; he's matured in every sense of the word.

"You don't expect me to really believe that you met Johnny at the gym, right?" Mark asks, a giant grin plastered on his face as he wondered how you ran into Johnny after all this time.

"I didn't plan anything at all! I was just working out! I swear!" You raise your hands, palms facing up in innocence, and chuckle as you see the curious and expectant looks on their faces. "I can't control what random encounters my life brings, you guys."

"It's true. I saw her running on the treadmill and came over. Completely unplanned and innocent," Johnny's cool demeanor is calm, but he still has his typical Cheshire cat-like smile plastered onto his face. "Are we done being grilled here? Or are you all gonna keep up with this interrogation?"

Everyone laughs and turns their attention to their new round of drinks that just arrived. The lounge started to get rowdy and loud, the quiet, ambient area turned into a hotspot for those who wanted some post-work release. There were throngs of office people, students and party goers filing in. It was much different from the peaceful, mellow scene just minutes ago.

Misun's grinning like a fool when you stand up. "And where are you off to?"

"Bathroom. Give me a sec," you answer.

She gives you an enthusiastic thumbs-up and watches you walk across the length of the table. Misun and Doyoung slide a keycard in Johnny's direction, nudging their heads toward your receding back.

"What's this?" Johnny frowns slightly, grabbing it in his hand as the couple tries their hardest not to stare.

"Our present to you," Misun answers smoothly, Johnny raising his eyebrows. "We all know that you and Y/N used to have a... thing. So, we figured, you deserved to celebrate in private, without any company."

Johnny looks around at the group. "You guys all know-"

"That you and Y/N hooked up for a full year?" Mark cackles. "Well, duh. We all know. Not really sure how you two think you could possibly be lowkey or discreet about it."

"How could we miss the looks the two of you have been giving each other or the times you both snuck off campus on some weekends?" Jungwoo chimes in.

"And you thought we didn't know?" Yuta rolls his eyes and laughs.

"The worst kept secret of your life, if you ask me," Taeyong added with a laugh before slapping his back. "Reconnect, man. Who knows? Maybe sparks could reignite."

"That would be fucking wild," Haechan laughs as a fresh set of drinks is laid upon the table and clinks his glass with Mark's.

"Johnny!" Yuta smacks Johnny's shoulder. "Don't let another decade slip by wondering what could have been."

"Go to the private room and make out or something," Taeyong wiggled his eyebrows. "And whatever happens afterwards is totally none of our business."

Johnny stares at the card again, eyeing the shiny material before shooting a confused gaze back at Doyoung and Misun. "I... really don't know what to say. This is unexpected, honestly."

Doyoung smiles. "If anyone deserves something this nice, it's you, Johnny. Go get her, man."

After returning from the ladies room and taking a brief moment to fix your lipstick in the mirror, you check the time and see the numbers, 9:45pm. You run your hands over the black dress and fix your hair, spraying a bit of perfume before exiting the bathroom and re-entering the busy lounge.

Your eyes wander about the space and see everyone else standing up and conversing as you make your way back. The lounge has become noisier, packed with several bodies, more than you anticipated it to have, but it wasn't as loud or stifling as the last place. You shuffle and slide around to navigate through the masses, spotting the crew around the table. Johnny stood out like a sore thumb with his tall, sculpted figure, and even if he didn't, Misun caught your gaze, making a point to shove the guys to the side and call you over.

You let out a small laugh as you joined your friends.

"Where were you? You took so long," Misun gasped, lurching a bit forward, dramatically pulling you down to sit into your original spot.

"Took forever to line up in the bathroom," you roll your eyes and chuckle at her as the guys slide a drink in your direction.

Misun smirks, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Are you wearing sexy panties or boy shorts tonight?"

"Oh, no," you pull away and glower, giving a slight laugh. "Don't even start."

"You're not gonna give Suh a show tonight?" she presses, pouting.

You smirk and try not to burst into laughter. You decide it best to not tell her that you didn't think it was gonna happen in the first place, and that her efforts will be fruitless anyway. You smirk, take a deep breath and say, "You're crazy. Why would I do that?"

"You're wearing perfume, you've fixed yourself up..." Misun answered.

"Misun, look around," you gesture around the venue. "There's plenty of girls out tonight. This place is a real hottie central," you say, watching some girls clad in skintight dresses and very high heels saunter by in an attempt to not sound offended by her insinuation. "I was literally in the bathroom. Why wouldn't I wear perfume or freshen up?"

Misun playfully frowns, but continues to gape at you as Doyoung checks something on his phone and reaches out to grab his glass, gulping his cocktail.  "I wanna dance," Misun gets up and tugs Doyoung off of the chair. "C'mon hon, let's go have some fun."

"Behave," Doyoung kisses his wife on her nose before following her onto the small dance floor. Everyone else seemed to scatter, leaving you and Johnny to be the last ones remaining at the table.

"And then there were two," he remarks, bringing his beer to his lips to take a swig, a smirk curling upwards.

"Looks like it," you reply, taking your own cup.

"I'm not complaining, not in the slightest," Johnny says, shifting in his seat to get more comfortable. His thigh now lightly brushes against your leg. "I missed this. Just spending time with friends."

"No girlfriends or lovers back home, Johnny boy?" You ask, glancing at the man, who smiled.

"Nah, it hasn't really worked out in that department... at all. Kinda just me right now," his laugh was music to your ears. You try not to focus on his large frame beside you, or his muscular thigh pressed up against you, or the way his cologne smells so good up-close.

"Really now?" you laugh. "Handsome like that, body like that. Surely the girls must be all over you back in Chicago. So you never had a chance?"

"They're out there," Johnny admits. "I guess I'm picky. Plus," he gives you an intense look, tilting his head forward, as his leg moves and presses against yours in a way that wasn't accidental. His hands slide to his lap. "I haven't had anyone I liked for a while now."

"For some reason, I just don't believe that..." you laugh, finding it hard to maintain eye contact now. 

"What about you? I find it hard to believe that no guy has snatched you up." He leans in further, turning to face your direction now. "What's the story behind your single ass?"

"I never found that spark, I guess. Plus work's been hectic," you respond, sucking your lower lip in.

"Life works in mysterious ways, huh?" His smile is endearing and gentle. "So many people cross our path every day and you never know who it could be, really." He pauses, and puts a hand on yours, which had been resting against the side of the table. His fingertips send jolts through your body.

Johnny's touch was electric. His fingers, his entire hand envelopes yours, leaving you at his complete mercy.

"Maybe you'll end up meeting someone again? The perfect match?" he added, his hand not moving or leaving yours.

"That would be nice," you said, and took a large swig of your drink. You give him a friendly smile and laugh to yourself, relaxing as the pounding music and the vibrations start to drown out everything else in the lounge. You notice a few younger women eyeing your handsome companion with interest, shooting furtive glances and hopeful smiles his way. Their body language is easy for you to pick up on; you're no novice at this game.

Johnny catches sight of the girls who are looking over at him and does absolutely nothing about it. In fact, his hand snakes across your lower back and his fingers are pressing into your back with a possessive grip, not even bothering to acknowledge any of the women gawking his way. Your breath hitches at the feeling of his strong, firm hands massaging your lower spine.

"Oh?" You turn your gaze away from the girls and stare at him. "They seem very interested."

"They got nothing on you," he replies smoothly, and a dangerous glint appears in his eye, and then he's slowly and methodically raking his gaze over every part of your exposed skin. "Absolutely nothing."

You felt heat coiling within your gut as he did this.

"Even after a decade?" You blink rapidly, cheeks burning. You down the rest of your drink, hoping that the booze would quell the emotions rushing through your body.

Johnny leaned closer and locked your gaze. His scent, a delicious mix of his own natural musk and expensive cologne, invades your nostrils and a shudder rolls up and down your spine. The intensity of his chocolate brown eyes left you a bit speechless and frozen in place.

"A decade is such a long time," he murmured, reaching his free hand over and gently resting his palm against your cheek. Johnny's expression, and voice, turned a bit tender. "But to me, you're the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and nothing has changed that. Maybe I'm biased," he chuckles and you couldn't help but reciprocate his sweet laugh, leaning in and enjoying his closeness. "But there's no woman that comes anywhere close to you. You've held my attention since day one."

"What am I supposed to do with you, Suh?" you cock an eyebrow his way.

"Anything you want," Johnny takes his free hand and moves it to brush his thumb lightly along your cheekbone.

"What if I wanted to...continue this..." your throat goes dry and you feel a lump in your throat as you swallow your fear. "Where would we even begin?"

"Right here," his words are just as smooth and confident. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure, what is it?" you ask, blinking and waiting in anticipation.

"I fucking miss this. Spending time together, talking, laughing. I've missed you," his thumb gently rubs circles along your cheekbone, making you shudder under his touch. He begins to shift again, allowing his free hand to rub up and down your arm in slow strokes.

His touches weren't necessarily foreign, but it's been a damn decade of no Johnny contact. It felt like years of pent up electricity had just exploded in your heart and your belly, and all you could do was stare at him in response, hypnotized by him. 

"I fucking miss you too," you croak, and lean into him for a kiss. 

His lips meet yours, slowly and softly, before they move and become more hungry and fierce, just as they used to be back in college. You feel his tongue slipping past the seal of your lips and teeth, deepening the kiss, making you moan in pleasure as he savours the sweet taste of your mouth. Your body wants him more, desperately needs him after all these years. You don't pull away from him because it feels too damn good, so you reach both arms over his broad shoulders as if he was going to leave.

"Fuck," he groans in frustration, pulling away abruptly and abruptly breaks off the kiss, gasping for breath, forehead leaning on top of yours. "I miss kissing you."

You stay in place, enjoying how it feels to be in his arms, surrounded by his presence. You watch him fiddle with the empty glass, his hands busy, his focus entirely on the beverage in front of him. There are a few moments of silence, allowing the music of the bar to fill your ears. The light sounds of chatter and music of the bar carry their own rhythm as they blend into an enjoyable soundtrack to the night.

"So…" you begin again, searching his gaze, searching for an indication. A sign of where to take this.

"Why did we stop?" he muses, shifting again and crossing one leg over the other, still rubbing circles on your lower back with his fingertips. "We could have worked it out back then."

"You didn't do relationships, remember? Not your type," you try to remind him gently, reaching for another sip. 

"Did I say that?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Among other things. Lots of other things," you admit and shift in your chair so you could better angle yourself to face him.

"But did you know you were the only girl that I hooked up with for an entire year?" Johnny turns, facing you and presses his hand lightly to your thigh. "Don't get me wrong," he's quick to clarify. "I dated loads. But...You. It was just you, that whole year."

"What are you saying, Johnny?" you blinked.

"I'm saying..." His deep chocolate brown eyes search yours as his words form slowly. "That maybe... Just maybe... You were more than just a fuck to me."

"Pause. Rewind, go back. Rewind ten steps. Because I'm quite sure I heard you wrong," you joke.

"Come on, babe. Seriously. It was only you," Johnny reiterates and he brings his thumb back up to your cheek, stroking your cheek again, softer, gentler and slower, giving you more time to take it all in. His hand holds your jaw gently as he presses his lips back to yours, sweet, sensual and slowly building to a burning, aching desire. "After that year, no other girl could live up to what you gave me. I didn't bother anymore after you. I... It just wasn't the same."

"Oh, come off it, Johnny," you snorted and rolled your eyes, brushing off his comment.

"It's the truth, baby," he grabs your chin gently, and his brown eyes seem so sincere. "And I hate that it's taken me ten years to realize this," Johnny breathes. "But fuck me, if that's not the truth."

His lips connect to yours again,his tongue finding its way inside and licking the sides of your mouth, swirling and caressing until all you can taste is his beer and his want for you, while his fingers travel upwards and weave their way through your hair. His breath catches and he presses his forehead to yours again. Your heart races at his declaration, beating madly in your ears, like a drumbeat pounding against your chest.

You bite down on his lower lip and he moans deeply in the back of his throat, sucking it between his own teeth. You sigh contentedly as he kisses the sensitive spot under your chin, letting you nibble at his neck and ear, tracing his features with your fingers as though he would vanish and disappear like a shadow.

The air surrounding the two of you has heated up, and so has the tension that hangs between your bodies. His hands roam freely underneath your clothing, running fingers and palms up and down your body as if he has every right to. 

"Want to get out of here, get somewhere...more private?" he mumbles, voice low and hoarse, vibrations transferring through the heat of the embrace to your lips, pressed against his collarbone. You feel light-headed and hazy as the effects of the alcohol and the hot atmosphere are really starting to sink in.

"God yes," you breathe, barely even pausing. The throb between your legs hasn't let up; in fact, it's almost gotten worse now. And as much as you enjoy the flirtatious banter and light teasing, all you can think about is just how badly you want to be touched right now.

He grabs your hand and leads you up to a private room with tinted windows that spanned from the ceiling to the floor, a beautiful view of the city to be taken in. You follow him, buzzed enough to be ready to go wherever and do whatever, confident and unafraid.

"When did you manage to reserve this?" you asked him as he closes and locks the door and turns to you, eyes glinting.

"Apparently Misun planned this. She talked to the owner, told them it was my birthday, and this private room was ready and set up for us," Johnny gently comes up behind you and slides his strong arms around your middle, kissing the back of your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder. "We can go elsewhere if you want. I just want to spend some alone time with you. No distractions and no prying eyes."

You turn to face him, and his beautiful chocolate eyes have grown darker. His face has taken a stern,serious expression. It sends goosebumps down the back of your arms, butterflies straight to the pit of your stomach, and a sharp ache through the depths of your belly. 

"Let's stay here. This is good. It's private," you whisper. You turn away from him to face the view of the skyline, his embrace feeling warm and secure.

He holds you like this for several silent seconds, kissing the shell of your ear gently while you look out. Neither one of you dares to move; you both are at peace and enjoy the feeling and presence of one another, basking in it, letting yourselves indulge in it.

"I have to admit something," you whisper quietly as he holds you close.

"Hm?" he hums, playing with your hands and swaying your hips, embracing his body even closer to yours.

"Back then, you said no attachments and no feelings," you sigh, not daring to look him in the eye as you think back to when you last saw him in college. "The thing is, that whole year that we were hooking up... that whole year, Johnny, I was crazy in love with you."

You hear him inhale and squeeze your body tight, fingers gently digging into the fabric of your dress. You stay still and feel the warm puffs of air blow across the back of your neck as Johnny processes. After a moment, you feel him press a long, gentle kiss on the back of your neck, hands roaming across your skin, leaving tingling trails of goosebumps in their wake.

"We can take this however you want. If you're just looking for something casual, I'm okay with that," he whispers with a hint of a chuckle. He kisses you softly and continues, "But if you're open to something more... if you'd give me another chance..."

You turn slowly in his arms, meeting his warm, caramel-colored gaze. The city lights twinkle behind him, highlighting his chiseled features. He cups your face gently in his large hands, his eyelids lowering at the closeness. "I'll always go at your pace," his voice drops low.

Your hands land on either side of his face and you draw him close, feeling his body melt against yours. "Let's pick up from where we left off, 1o years ago. But this time," you pause and give him an affirmative smile before leaning into his awaiting lips. "I want all of it, Johnny. The dates, the sex, the arguing, the compromising and the intense makeup sex, waking up next to you and feeling like home. All of it."

"Fuck, me too. I want it all, all of you," he grins as his words dripped from his mouth and onto your lips, holding your body tightly to his.

"Oh my god, stop talking and kiss me already," you whisper into his lips.

The moon shines, hanging above the busy streets and city buildings below, lighting up the sky with an ethereal glow. The low rumbling of cars moving down the city streets and people mingling and dancing the night away is distant; the two of you are lost to your own world, content to explore each other with your hands and lips.

Your breathing turns ragged, hitching every time his lips attach to a particularly sensitive spot. He backs you up, slowly, with his arms wrapped around your waist, until the backs of your thighs meet the wall and his broad torso, pinned tightly to yours.

"When's the last time I told you, you're gorgeous as hell?" He says in your ear, nibbling his way down the side of your neck.

"ten years ago? God, stop talking. We've wasted so much time already," you breathed, tangling your fingers into his hair, earning a pleasured groan from the man.

You feel his hot tongue laving over the smooth flesh and relishing how your back arches, your breathing getting heavier. Your pulse raced when he found a certain spot beneath your ear, near your collarbone, that made you let out a weak little cry when he sucked and kissed it. "Feels good?" he mumbles into your skin.

"Very," you hum, placing your hands on the solid chest and shoulder muscles he's grown since college. His once lithe and lanky frame, replaced with solid muscle and definition, a jawline that could cut diamonds, and eyes dark and filled with desire. "Age has really been good to you."

Johnny laughs, and it reverberates against your body, shaking the two of you with its deep vibrations. "Says you. You grew up a lot."

He trails one hand up to the fabric covering your breast and kneads one, plucking at your nipple until you gasp.

"They've definitely gotten a little fuller," Johnny rumbles into your ear, "If I recall correctly." His tongue darts out and traces a path up from your collarbone, hot and wet, swirling against the vein in your neck.

All you can do is let out a whimper in affirmation and dig your nails deeper into his back. Your body is trembling beneath his touch, the delicious feeling of his mouth latched onto that area of your neck, sucking and nibbling the soft skin until he's had his fill. Your head rolls back and the noises escaping your throat become desperate; you claw at his shoulder blades and groan again and again.

"I guess that hasn't changed," he teases with a smirk, voice rumbling across your skin in waves.

"Oh fuck," your entire body trembles, "You've always been able to get me to beg for you. Way too well."

He pulls away from the wet patch of flesh between your neck and shoulder with a small pop and leans his head against yours, trying to slow his breathing.

"Can we continue this someplace with less...window?" Johnny mumbles after a long period of comfortable silence. His deep chocolate brown gaze is languid as his hands caress up and down the side of your body, savoring every curve and edge. "Not that I wouldn't totally have sex in this room with you... But a bed would definitely be more ideal for us, no?"

"Because we're old?" You chuckle. "Sounds about right. We should take our old asses somewhere more comfortable and quiet."

"Who are you calling old?" he murmurs, laughing into your lips. "We're just mature," he insists as his tongue runs along the crease of your lips, gaining entrance.

"Old," you retort back with a gasp and then laugh, feeling his teeth clamp onto your tongue lightly. His laughter is low, rumbling deep from within his chest, resonating off your own and mixing.

"Will you spend the night with me? Back at mine? I mean it. All of it," Johnny clarifies. "Mess around? Curl in bed. Wake up and cuddle? I've missed cuddling you," his face becomes serious, turning from teasing and flirty to longing and sincere, with a gentle tenderness showing across his eyes and face. He brings his hand up to cup the side of your face, staring into your eyes, searching, willing for you to agree.

"I don't know if I can wait, I kind of just want to jump you right now," you respond back.

"Yeah?" Johnny huffs out a laugh, looking around the private room. "Right now?"

"I mean, there's a couch right here," you joke and tilt your head to the cushy leather sofa sitting at the side. "Can I at least suck you off here, and then we go back to yours to continue the night?" you ask softly, slowly pushing him backward towards the seating. "Then maybe," your hands land on his belt buckle, gently slipping your thumbs between the leather strap, pulling it away from his body and giving you the chance to remove the metal piece. "Maybe later we can take our time? Go slow or fast, soft or hard...in your bed..."

"Fuck. Sure, sure. Anything," Johnny responds breathily, not putting up any resistance as he is guided back onto the leather seating, scooting backwards until his back is resting against the cushion. "Whatever you want."

Your eyes drop from his, and your eyelashes flutter softly, focusing on the belt unclasping, buttons being opened and the zipper being slowly lowered.

"Jesus christ," Johnny's voice is hushed. "How do you still fucking do this to me? Even ten years later?"

Your heart melts at his statement, and you pull yourself closer and wrap your fingers around his waistband, peeling the material down his hips and freeing his thick member, causing Johnny to audibly groan when his erection sprang out, now pressed tightly against his stomach.

The smell of his intoxicating musk fills your nostrils, and your head immediately becomes woozy. Your heart picks up, almost skipping a beat, and the rush of blood starts to make you dizzy. You've almost forgotten the effect his cock and his arousal had on you. The thick vein underneath and how it'd pulse against your hand. The swollen, red tip and the liquid pearl leaking out.

"Damn, I missed this cock. So fucking much," you whispered before lowering your head to give the leaking tip an experimental kitten-lick.

"Fuck," his legs twitch from the action, and he bites back a curse. Then he growls, "Go ahead, put those pretty lips around me like the good girl I remember."

Without another word, you flatten your tongue at the base of his member and slowly move up towards the tip. He stiffens further and his breathing picks up and his pupils dilate, enraptured with watching you.

With half lidded eyes, you lock gazes with him, never once looking away as you begin to lower your mouth onto him. He twitches slightly as you swirl your tongue around him, bobbing up and down at a steadily increasing pace. A bit salty, but also fresh and earthy, your taste buds get an alluring hit, just a small sample of what he would taste like when you have him completely. Your nails gently dig into his outer thighs and he sucks in a breath, trying and failing not to buck up into your hot, slick heat.

"Feel better than you remembered?" You tease.

"Mmm, the same and different," he replies. "A lot…dirtier than you were back then."

"Yeah?" Your hand grips the shaft and begins pumping up and down the velvety hot length, thumb running up and down his length, pressing your fingers into the areas you know drive Johnny crazy.

"Baby," he hisses in a low, throaty grunt, eyes sliding shut, languidly rolling his hips and driving further up into your hand. He enjoys the smooth, tight pressure, and the way your grip firms when his cock grows to its fullest, leaking thick beads of pre cum. You swallow and suck, hollowing your cheeks as you swirl your tongue in an obscene motion along the leaking head. "Baby, don't stop. God, that feels good. Just like that."

With a sly, glinting look, you press open-mouthed kisses and long licks to the sides of his cock and balls. With your free hand you slowly reach out to rub over the spot behind his testicles, massaging and stroking, and you drag him back into the present with the touch. Johnny makes an involuntary jerk and then quickly relaxes back against the seat. Your stomach flutters with anticipation, unable to stop the wide smirk spreading across your face as you enjoy this, having his hot length stretching your lips wide and stuffed down your throat. His groans sound like music to your ears.

Johnny threads his hands into the locks of your hair as the only warning you would get before yanking your face against his groin and keeping you in place as his cock jerked inside the confines of your cheeks, sending a thick white ribbon of semen straight to the back of your throat. You feel his hot sticky cum coming up to coat the back of your throat, spurting it straight down. His hips rock in erratic jerks as his hand wraps itself firmly around the back of your neck, rubbing comforting little circles onto your skin.

"That's my girl," Johnny coo's sweetly. "Swallow it for daddy." He watches in arousal and satisfaction, enjoying the show, as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. It’s covered with ropes of thick white cum, and there's some lingering inside. But you did a thorough job of swallowing his load down like you always did.

"Daddy?" you question with a playful eyebrow raised. "That's a new one."

"We're older now," he remarks and leans forward. Johnny wipes at the corner of your lips, cleaning the remnants off your face, as well as the trail of saliva and his arousal that are pooling at the edge of your lips. "It would have been weird for a twenty year old me to ask a twenty year old you to call me daddy. Ten years later, older Johnny can't help himself," Johnny admits with a goofy grin.

"Fair, though. We are thirty. Older and wiser," you shrug your shoulders as if agreeing. "It's kinda hot."

Johnny shoots you a pleased grin. "Good," is his only response before helping you tuck him back into his underwear and pants. His eyes wander back to your red-swollen lips and a low chuckle comes out. "Shit, you look so tempting," he admires, getting a hard-on all over again at the mere thought. "Do you want more, baby?"

"Yessir," you whine, feeling his lips drag wet and languid all across the sides of your exposed neck. "Let's go back to your place and do something about this," you whisper, grabbing the edge of his hand and pulling it gently to your wet core. "I feel empty without you, and you're the only thing that'll fix it. Think you're up for the task, Daddy?"

"Fuck baby, I think I just got even harder," Johnny growls, desire surging through him at your bold, straightforward statement.

It didn't take long for Johnny to close his apartment door with his foot and roughly shove you against the wooden material, hand slithering through the inside of your thigh and tugging up, urging your leg around his hip as his fingers bury themselves between your drenched folds.

"God you're soaked," he moans into your collarbone. He peppers you with kisses as he slips his fingers under your panties and against your dripping core. You groan and drop your head back. He shoves his tongue down your throat when his long index finger finds and begins to rub in small circles at the swollen bundle of nerves, drawing a raspy moan from your chest.

"Tell me what you want," he demands huskily into your mouth. "I'm not moving unless you say it."

"Johnny," you grind down against the finger, seeking out more friction and chasing after the feeling of being pleasured by his touch, a sensation you have missed for over a decade and had forgotten just how addictive it could be. You whine, desperately trying to keep your balance on one foot, still holding onto the fabric of his shirt in your hands, trying to find a way to let out your frustration. "Please!"

"Mm? I'm listening..." he hums with a smirk. His chocolate brown orbs have darkened and gleamed with hunger. Johnny presses his palm against your pelvic bone and applies more pressure. "Come on. You can do better than that. What do you want daddy to do?" he asks. "Use your words baby girl. It's not very nice to keep me waiting, now is it? Especially not after all these years and a special birthday celebration for me."

"Johnny..." his name is a moan falling past your lips.

"Yes, that's me. What do you want, sweet thing?" He coos. "Come on, tell Daddy. Tell me what you've been wanting for ten years," Johnny keeps his hand and the rest of his body still. The only thing moving, continuing its stimulating assault on your poor aching core, is that damnable, tortuous finger rubbing back and forth.

"Fuck me," you hiss in reply, grinding against his hand with abandon.

His breath catches in his throat and you watch him visibly react at the admission, eyes clouding over and narrowing on your figure pressed tightly against him, against the door. "Say it again," he repeats.

"Fuck me. Fill me up. Put your dick in me. Do whatever the hell you want. But do it already!" Your words spill from your lips frantically in desperation and he complies, immediately, lifting you up by your ass, feeling you instinctively wrapping your legs and arms around him, and depositing you onto the bed.

He undresses himself before collapsing on top of you, a broad smile adorning his flushed features as his strong hands brush away the hair from your face.

"If I remember right," he begins, mouth dangerously close to yours, sharing breaths. His forehead rests against yours, and his eyes flutter shut, bringing a hand down and slipping two fingers back under the fabric of your underwear, pressing his knuckles against your swollen bundle of nerves, alternating between pinching and stroking.

 "You're sensitive," his breath dances across your skin as his skilled digits work at building you back up. "Here especially," he states and kisses your parted lips, coaxing his tongue against yours in a tender, sensual way that does little to quell the throb in the lower region of your belly.

You gasp as his middle finger finally slips between your drenched lips, he swirled your arousal around your entrance before gliding upwards.

"And this," Johnny draws his hand back, staring intently into your blown-out eyes while his fingers disappear inside his mouth. A guttural sound that seems like a cross between a grunt and growl rolls from his throat, sucking his own fingers. "Tastes just as good as the last time. Ten years have done nothing to ruin your taste."

"Johnny..." you gasp.

"Yeah baby, I'm here," he wastes no time shimmying your dress down to your waist, nipping along the valley of your breasts. Your fingers grip at his hair and a giggle leaves your lips.

He lifts himself from the valley of your chest and sits up, face hovering above your own. One of his hands reaches out to cradle your jaw and gently hold your chin. The thumb of his other hand slips into your mouth, forcing your lips to part further. "Suck."

A burst of something feral awakens deep inside you, and your gaze becomes dark, needy and craving. You part your lips further and roll the soft pad of his thumb around and along your teeth, swirling your tongue, drawing circles and moving up and down across its width.

He inhales sharply as the same feral emotion, the need and want, passes through him. You look absolutely angelic with those hooded eyelids and the sinfully lustful look in your eyes, locked onto his. 

"Let me eat you out," Johnny finally breaks the spell, breathing labored as he loses the fight to maintain the upper hand. "And after that, I'm gonna bury myself deep inside of you and fill you up just like how you asked me to, again and again until morning. Until both of us can't fucking stand,  walk straight or form coherent sentences. Can I?" he rasps.

You simply nod your head enthusiastically. "Yes," you croak. "Please Johnny."

Johnny lets go of the finger in your mouth and drags down the soft swell of your breast, leaving red welts and hickies in his wake. With a satisfied grin, he presses a kiss to the mark and continues trailing the wet trail, dragging your dress all the way down and pulling your soaked panties off.

"Here baby," Johnny taps a finger against your inner thigh and lays flat on the bed, positioning his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. "Thighs, please," he says in a commanding tone and the hint of authority causes a gush to form between your thighs and coat them.

You bite your lip and make no objections and instead position yourself, your thighs pressed against his shoulders, his head positioned comfortably in between, and then his tongue is on you, and your brain short-circuits. You couldn't remember ever being as close or feeling this turned on, the feeling of being completely raw and vulnerable. He adds his two thick fingers alongside his tongue, probing and exploring, and in combination with his sucking mouth, they are expertly playing your pussy like a fucking symphony.

"Good?" he looks up and licks a broad, long stripe, pausing to wrap his lips around your bundle of nerves and then moves back down to tease around your hole. "Tell daddy. How does my girl feel?" He slowly pushes his fingers deep in you and presses and rotates against a particular spot inside, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

"Don't stop!" you demand hoarsely.

"Gonna cum for me?" he continues languidly and brings up his thumb, massaging it gently into your clit in tight, circular motions. "Is my baby going to squeeze her thighs around my head and choke her daddy? Let him suffocate in her cunt?"

"Oh fuck," his lewd words have your insides squirming. "So good, don't stop, just...ugh, keep, just.."

"Your pussy tastes so fucking good. Wish you could see this pretty thing drippin' in front of my face. And the way it's dripping wet," a loud slurp sounds. "So perfect. Would stay between these legs all day. Missed eating this pussy, feeling it pulse against my face as I got it to cum all over me. Goddamn, you feel so perfect," Johnny exhales out another strained grunt, losing his mind, eating you with an unchecked thirst, lapping, biting, and kissing his way around your insides like a starving man, drinking every last drop. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you firmly against him as your thighs try to squeeze him and shut his face between them.

One hand grabs a fistful of the back of his hair and you push him up closer between your legs. The fingers of your other hand reach up to steady yourself against the headboard and brace yourself against his savage ministrations.

"Right there, please!" your voice cracks at the strain, rolling your hips into his face. "Mm, yes. Y-you're so good with your fucking tongue," you let out a keening moan, gripping the back of his head tightly. You can feel him laughing against your skin, fingers still thrusting and scissoring inside you. Your hips thrust upwards with no rhyme or rhythm.

The tell-tale fluttering against his fingertips causes Johnny's tongue to speed up, focusing on your bundle of nerves, and rubbing it until a long, drawn-out whine falls past your lips. "Yes! Oh fuck. Johnny!"

"That's it, sweetheart," his encouraging growl rumbles straight through your sensitive body and has your stomach flip-flopping around the best orgasm you've had in years. "Good girl, ride the waves for daddy. Cum for me. Let me see you fall apart," a grunt escapes his lips, his muscles tense against you. "Wanna feel you like this everyday. Wanna be your fuck toy, wanna be the only one between these legs and in this pussy and your mind. Use me however you fucking want, baby."

Johnny rides you through the waves of orgasms, slowing his movements but not stopping. It takes a while before your lungs work again and before your heartbeat settles from being in your ears and into your chest. When you finally calm, Johnny lowers his mouth from your pulsing sex and offers an endearing chuckle at the state he left you in, still recovering and struggling for breath, sweating with limbs spread out and panting.

"Now tell daddy," his voice is low, taking the position above you, leaning all his weight onto his hands and looking straight at you. His eyes are so intense, you could drown in his dark, fiery chocolate irises. "How does she want to be fucked tonight?" Johnny leans in closer, the tip of his cock rubbing against you. "She can have me anyway she'd like," he languidly thrusts forward, once. Twice.

The wet noises your arousal is making and the light buzz coursing through you from the previous orgasm, combined with his relentless teasing and talking has your mouth working on its own. "I should be asking you since this is a special day for you. It's your birthday, what do you want, old man?"

"Just you. You’re the gift, and that's enough for me," he exhales a low, soft groan at the sensation.

"Sappy," you croak, mustering a soft huff in between breaths and smiling as his shaft glides into your wet, heated folds.

"Baby, if it means I could stay this way," his fingers tap at the spot right above your pelvis and press. "This close and deep in you," a groan escapes him at the thought of what the future could possibly hold. "I want to spend every damn birthday I have inside you." His breath tickles your nose, and his lips graze against your ear before planting a searing, hot kiss against the pulse point. "Think we could make that happen?"

"Depends," your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, holding him flush to your hips and you shudder against the sensation when you feel the length of him drag deliciously across your walls.

"On what?" He asks, fully seated within your slick warmth.

"Whether you could keep it up and give it to me like I like," you taunt back in a husky voice.

"Watch your words," Johnny growls in a warning tone, unable to hide his amusement. He picks up his pace, fucking you deeper into the sheets, as your fingernails dig into his back and shoulders.

"Come on Daddy," you purred against his ear, leaning over to graze his cartilage with your teeth, delighting in his short grunt. "Fuck your birthday present as hard as you can. This gift is not going anywhere," you waggled your eyebrows and couldn't resist, placing your thumb against the tip of his nose and swiping it. "That is, unless you're too old..."

His eyes narrowed. "Guess I'll just have to shut that smartass mouth of yours. Because, oh baby, it's gonna be a long night."

He thrust into you deeply, bottoming out.

"Mmph!" you moaned against his shoulder, struggling to breathe at the sudden overwhelming fullness.

"We'll start with you being quiet," Johnny shifts the position, grasping your leg and guiding it higher up his waist, allowing his hips to sink lower. "That's right," his breathy voice pants against the skin of your neck, licking his way towards the hollow space at the base. "Be good, be quiet, or you won't get this cock back until you've learned some manners."

This was different, so different from the young Johnny. You whimper quietly, as your mouth refuses to form words to respond, choosing to bite into the fleshy part of his shoulders to stop the string of sounds, your lips are unwilling to be controlled.

"Much better," there's no mistaking the pleased tone in his voice.

In this position, his thrusts feel deeper than before and are a much slower, drawn out pace. There's more control. You can't do a single thing except grasp at his muscular arms and hang on as he works on destroying you completely, and he enjoys every moment. Johnny keeps at an almost painfully slow pace, grinding deeply into you before withdrawing excruciatingly slowly, until only his swollen head remains in your opening.

You turn to whisper an endearingly loud "Fuck," in his ear when his large hands seize your wrists and pin them together above your head, and he stops thrusting completely. "Nuh-uh." his nose brushes against your neck.

"What are the rules?" Johnny inquires smoothly. "I won't move a muscle unless you tell me."

"Johnny...I can't.." you gripped his shoulder. "Feels so good. I don't know if I can keep quiet."

"Try for me, baby," he murmurs in response. "Try, and I promise, it'll be worth the wait," Johnny re-assures. "And then our next round, I'll have you screaming and moaning whatever obscenities you want. All you have to do is try to be a good girl, keep quiet while I ruin you for any other cock but mine. Can you do that, sweet girl?"

All you could do in response was nod desperately.

"Good girl," he says and the phrase lights you up inside in a way that's not humanly possible to handle. He then goes back to fucking the ever living shit out of you, increasing the intensity and pace. The sound of the mattress squeaking, the groaning, the banging of the bedpost against the wall, your quiet whimpers and Johnny's filthy grunts fill the air.

"Fuck!" Johnny lets go of your hands and grabs hold of the headboard to brace himself, pounding mercilessly into your slick pussy. "God I love you. You have no idea how much I've missed this pussy, missed you." His forehead rests on the side of your jaw, lips tracing along your exposed throat. "Go ahead, baby. Make all the noise you want."

At the explicit permission, your hand reaches up and clasps onto his arm. Johnny hears the soft inhales of oxygen leaving your lungs. Your heartbeat pounds in your chest at the overwhelming feeling. It wasn't going to take long. 

"Close," you manage to squeeze the words out in a broken croak, slithering your fingers into his sweaty tangle of hair.

Johnny entwined his fingers with yours, his touch sending a surge of warmth through you. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice husky, "look at me." 

You look at him, your breath getting trapped inside your lungs. With a deliberate brush of his fingertips against your skin, he picks up a strand of loose hair. You could never grow tired of the sight of his long eyelashes fluttering, gazing lovingly and tenderly at you as if you're the most precious and most important thing in the entire universe.

"Keep them on me, no matter what. If you do that, baby girl," the dark, intoxicating gleam in his hooded eyes paired with the absolutely feral way he is staring at you is almost too much. "I'll give you whatever you ask. But don't come without me." 

He groans loudly and snaps his hips even more rapidly. "Fuck baby, keep tightening against me like that and I'm going to fill you up, make your belly swell full," he huffs out another deep moan, losing the steady pace and falling victim to the pulsing clenching of your walls. "Give you all I've got."

"Cum in me," your rasp is followed by an even louder cry, completely overcome with sensations that seem to be converging. "P-please..fuck. Fill me. Put that seed deep inside, give me that cum, daddy. Fill me with it."

At this, all hell seems to break loose, and his hips begin slamming into you so rapidly, you swear your teeth are rattling. Johnny releases one of his hands from the headboard and slides it between your joined hands. 

"Keep looking at me," his command is broken and erratic, clearly affected by your begging. The neediness dripping from your tone and the want in your blown out, lust filled eyes has him aching to grant you your wish. His free fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, anchoring him to the world. 

"Goddamnit, baby, you want my load, you'll get it. Going to paint these walls white and then plug your pussy full of my cock. Stretch you around my base. Keep that cum there and locked tight inside of you, while I flip you over and do it all over again, just for you," he rasped. "Again and again, and again. Gonna pump you full until your tummy is so swollen you can't move."

You cry out at the possibility, tightening your fingers with his. Johnny continues his rhythm, using his entire body to pleasure you, his pelvis grinding mercilessly and bringing his mouth against the pulsing in the apex of your neck and shoulder. 

Johnny pants. "Put a baby inside that beautiful womb of yours," his voice trails off, his head dips low. "Mm, and if not this time, well, we'll just have to keep trying. Won't we, baby?"

You hear the squeak of the wood groaning at the strength the two of you are exerting in this position and you clench at his words.

"Let Daddy breed you, hmm?" Johnny murmurs in an airy voice, pulling back just enough to have his face hovering near yours. "You want daddy's babies? Make your tummy all swollen and beautiful for me?" he whispered against your lips, kissing you and nibbling, suckling the sensitive skin.

That does it, and it sets you off. A half-sob, half scream tears through your throat as your core tightens, the pulsing, spasms spreading from the center. Johnny moans in your ear, his teeth grazing your neck, and his hips continuing to thrust despite your own are what pulls him over the edge after you.

"Fuck," he swears and grunts your name in an unfamiliar, desperate rasp. Johnny grinds against you a little longer, helping the both of you through the last aftershocks. His lips return to yours, latching on softly. "That's right baby girl, such a good girl. Mm, coming for me the way I knew you could." He gently praises as his hands explore the sweaty expanse of your skin, hips still jerking ever so slightly with each spurt and moan of relief. 

You cannot find the strength, physically, to return the words. Instead, you nuzzle into his sweaty neck, drinking in the smell, committing it to your memories and mind forever, wrapping your limbs tight around his body like a sloth. He wraps his hands behind you, cradling and steadying you, mindful of the dizzying bliss that courses through you, his warm forehead on yours. Johnny holds you firmly. 

"You've done well," he said lovingly. "Just breathe, good girl."

Johnny pulls back a moment to settle beside you, with your head against the firmness of his arm and peppered several more kisses. "Good?" he questions softly.

"Did you feel good?" Your mouth parts in a toothy grin as you use every bit of strength you have to turn into his shoulder, pushing the damp strands away from his forehead. "Is my old man satisfied with his birthday gift?" you exhaled and caressed his face.

Johnny lets out a deep, satisfying sound that's a cross between a laugh and grunt, eyes flashing as they lock onto yours. "Could've done without the 'old man' crack, but yes," his thick fingers slowly brush over your temple and jawline. "I'm thrilled and completely satisfied with my gift. Fuck baby," Johnny presses a kiss onto the sensitive tip of your nose, which in turn wrinkles. "We should have been doing this a helluva lot longer."

"It's okay," you reassured him, taking his palm and entangling your fingers through his. "We have our whole lifetime now to make up for those missed years." You giggle. "Because like it or not, Johnny Suh, you're stuck with me. No takesies-backsies."

"Noted," his smile reaches his eyes, creasing and sparking at your silliness. He notices your eyes beginning to droop and an amused sigh escapes him, slowly guiding your body on top of his. "I know that was a lot for you. Are you sore? Tired? We can have a bath and have you resting before the sun rises, how about that?"

"Bath and then snuggling sound perfect," you nudge the side of your face into his chest, drawing on an even breathing.

"That's my girl," he coos, slipping the unruly tendrils of hair, hanging into the front of your face and tickling him, behind your ear. "I love you. Today has been the best birthday I've ever had."

"Happy birthday, Johnny," you're practically vibrating with content, draping yourself even more comfortably, perfectly content to fall asleep right where you are. "I love you too."

[sugar-petals]

wakey wakey has to be among the top 5 most ridiculous nct songs. what do you mean you made an edm noise banger that’s like an alarm clock. in japanese. johnny has a random wig. and the group wears dog harnesses. why does mark rap about supernovas

[jikookncity]

Boxer!Johnny x Princess!Reader

WC: 12k, fake dating to lovers/opposites to lovers, mainly fluff, unprotected sex, corruption kink

Johnny Suh was used to fists and flashbulbs. He’d fought his way to the top, bare-knuckled and cocky, the media painting him as a tattooed menace with too much testosterone and too little tact. Paparazzi chased him from bars. Headlines called him a liability. Every punch in the ring came with a scandal outside of it.

But now? He was being cleaned up like a bloodstained trophy.

A “mutually beneficial arrangement,” his agent had said. "You date the princess. She softens your image, you give her edge. Win-win."

He scoffed. “So I’m supposed to play house with some royal brat who’s never touched dirt or sweat in her life?”

His agent just grinned. “You’ll behave.”

On the other side of the city, Princess Y/N sat with her back straight and her nerves twisted into knots.

She had never dated publicly. Barely kissed anyone, in truth. Her life had been a long line of etiquette tutors, public events, and pre-approved friend groups. The royal press team told her this was a “step into the modern world.” Her parents wanted her to seem relatable. Young. Normal.

“Mr. Suh will bring you credibility,” they’d said. “Charm. Grit.”

She wasn’t sure what to expect. A brute? A showboat? Someone rude?

But when the double doors of the palace meeting room opened and Johnny Suh walked in—black shirt stretched tight over muscled shoulders, tattoos peeking out beneath the collar, a lazy smirk on his lips—her stomach dropped like it had been punched.

And he… paused.

She was sitting prim and proper, legs crossed at the ankle, a soft yellow dress brushing her knees. Her eyes were wide, kind. Way too soft for someone like him. Like she didn’t even know what men like him could do to girls like her.

Johnny blinked. Then grinned. Sweet. Innocent. Protected.

Well, shit.

He wanted to wreck her.

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The media would meet them in a week, but first came rehearsals. “Chemistry training,” the palace team called it.

So Johnny found himself inside a room that looked more like a museum than a living space—high ceilings, velvet curtains, shelves lined with crystal vases he was afraid to breathe near. He sat awkwardly on the edge of a velvet settee, broad frame comically out of place in the dainty space.

And then she walked in.

“Hi,” Princess Y/N said softly, clasping her hands in front of her. No tiara today. Just a soft cardigan and flowy pants, like she’d been trying to dress “normal.” Her hair was pulled back loosely, and her smile was nervous but genuine. “Sorry for the wait. I didn’t know which sitting room they meant.”

“There’s more than one?” he asked, brows raised.

Her laugh was small, embarrassed. “Eight.”

He whistled. “I’d get lost in my own house.”

She gave a quiet smile, then perched delicately on the armchair across from him. Silence hung between them, soft and unsure.

Johnny cleared his throat. “So. This is weird, huh?”

A shy laugh. “Very.”

They stared at each other for a second too long. She looked away first, cheeks coloring just a bit.

“You thought I’d be stuck-up, didn’t you?” she asked lightly.

Johnny smirked. “Absolutely.”

She gasped in mock offense, hand on her heart. “Wow.”

He shrugged, grin lazy. “Hey, you’re royalty. I figured you’d be calling for servants and looking down your nose at me.”

“And are you disappointed?”

Johnny leaned back, studying her—her curious eyes, the way she twirled her ring nervously. “Nah,” he said finally. “You’re kinda… sweet. Surprisingly normal.”

Her smile softened.

“And you,” she said, tilting her head, “aren’t as scary as I thought you’d be.”

Johnny laughed. “Scary?”

“Well, yes. The tattoos. The headlines. That video of you punching a guy at a club—”

“He grabbed my trainer’s girlfriend’s ass.”

“Oh,” she said, eyes wide. “That’s… noble, actually.”

Johnny smirked. “Don’t tell the press. They like me mean.”

She giggled, covering her mouth. “So this is how we get to know each other? Trading PR disasters?”

“Better than playing 20 questions.”

Y/N looked thoughtful. “Actually… I don’t know how to play 20 questions.”

He stared. “You’re kidding.”

She shook her head sheepishly. “I wasn’t allowed to go to sleepovers. Or have a phone until I turned eighteen.”

Johnny blinked. “Damn. You’re really Cinderella.”

She made a face. “I’m not that delicate.”

He grinned, leaning forward just a bit. “Then prove it.”

She narrowed her eyes. “How?”

“Tell me your most scandalous secret.”

Y/N paused. Her lips pursed. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I snuck out once… for ice cream.”

Johnny burst out laughing, loud and unfiltered. “Oh, Princess, you’re killing me.”

She bit her lip, trying not to smile. “You asked.”

“Was it worth it?”

She nodded. “Mint chocolate chip.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “A woman of taste.”

Y/N giggled, eyes sparkling now. She looked less nervous. A little looser. And he noticed—for the first time—how her laughter made something twist in his chest.

He should’ve found this boring. Some cloistered girl with no street smarts and a list of royal rules longer than his rap sheet.

But instead, he kept catching himself staring.

She’s sweet. Too sweet. And I want to ruin it.

He shifted in his seat, trying to push the thought out. Instead, he leaned his elbows on his knees and gave her a slow grin.

“You know, Princess… we’ve got a week to pretend we’re into each other.”

She nodded, still smiling. “Right.”

“Better start practicing.”

She blinked. “…Practicing what?”

He let the pause stretch just long enough. Then: “Eye contact. Body language. Flirty banter. Maybe you blush a little.”

She did. Immediately.

“Like that,” he said smugly. “You’re a natural.”

“Johnny!”

The scandal in her voice made him laugh again. God, she was fun to tease.

And he was suddenly looking forward to this week way more than he should.

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The next few days were a whirlwind of unofficial hangouts behind palace walls, the kind no one would ever see on camera.

Day One: Johnny’s World

“You’ve never seen a meme?” Johnny blinked in disbelief, phone in hand, sprawled sideways on a plush palace couch like he owned the place.

Y/N giggled. “I’ve seen a few, maybe. I just never really… get them.”

He sat up straight. “Okay, no. That’s a crime. We’re fixing this now.”

For the next hour, she sat beside him as he showed her the chaotic glory of the internet. Weird cat videos. Vine compilations. TikToks of guys nearly breaking their necks in gym fails. Each time she’d laugh, a soft, surprised sound—like she hadn’t realized things could be this silly. Like she’d never been allowed to.

Johnny would sneak glances at her. She leaned into him without realizing it. Laughing with her whole face. Eyes shining.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re confused,” he muttered as she furrowed her brows at a meme.

She blinked up. “What?”

“Nothing,” he smirked. “Just wondering if I’m gonna have to explain everything to you… or if you learn better when I show you with my hands.”

Y/N turned to stone. Pink. Radiating heat.

“I—! You—!” she sputtered, and he just grinned wider.

“Princess,” he teased, voice low, “you’re really bad at hiding how flustered you get.”

“I’m not flustered,” she said immediately, too quickly.

He just clicked to the next TikTok and murmured, “Sure, sure. Let’s see if this one teaches you what a ‘rizz’ is.”

Day Two: Her World

Johnny didn’t expect to feel anything walking through a palace—except maybe judgment and claustrophobia.

But then he saw her there, barefoot in the garden, hair up in a lazy bun, laughing with the palace cook about jam flavors. She looked so comfortable. So adored.

She spotted him and smiled wide, motioning him over.

“This is Maria,” she said. “She’s been with my family since I was born.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” the older woman said fondly. “Y/N used to sneak into my kitchen at night just to steal sugar cubes and make tea for her stuffed animals.”

“Maria!” Y/N gasped.

Johnny chuckled. “Wow. Criminal behavior.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and tugged his arm. “Come on. I want to show you the gallery.”

He followed, expecting another fancy room full of portraits. But instead, it was a little sunlit corridor filled with paintings done by her. Mostly messy watercolors, childish at first, then slowly more refined.

“Wait… you painted these?” he asked, staring.

“I love it,” she said quietly. “No one really sees them. But it’s where I go when things feel too… heavy.”

He looked down at her, saw the sincerity, the weight of her role pressing gently on her smile.

“You’re kind of amazing,” he muttered before he could stop himself.

She turned, surprised. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, quickly covering. 

Day Three: Shared Spaces

They lay in her private media room, popcorn between them, watching Rocky because Johnny insisted it was mandatory education.

“I could take him,” Johnny muttered during the training montage.

“You could not,” Y/N grinned.

“I could. And I’d look hotter doing it.”

She snorted. “You’re impossible.”

He turned his head slowly. “And you’re adorable when you’re wrong.”

She flushed. Again.

“Have you ever thought about kissing someone just to prove a point?” he asked casually, his voice just low enough to make her heart stutter.

She turned away. “You’re doing it again.”

“What?”

“The face. The voice. The—flirty thing.”

He leaned a little closer. “Am I distracting you, Princess?”

She huffed, face blazing. “No.”

He grinned and sat back, knowing he absolutely was.

Later That Night

Johnny was in the guest wing when his phone buzzed.

[Y/N]: Thank you for today. I had fun. Even if you are full of yourself.

He smirked.

[Johnny]: You blushed four times and giggled like a schoolgirl. Admit it. You’re obsessed with me.

A minute later:

[Y/N]: Maybe I just like memes. 🙄

He stared at her reply, smiling to himself like a fool.

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It was time for the first public outing as a 'couple.'

The royal ballroom was glowing with gold.

Cascading chandeliers sparkled overhead. A string quartet played softly in the corner. Every titled guest in the country seemed to have shown up for the event—clutching champagne flutes and whispering gossip like it was sport.

But Johnny barely noticed any of it.

He had Princess Y/N on his arm.

She was draped in a floor-length pearl-white gown, subtle embroidery catching the light with every step. Her hair was pulled up, her diamond earrings glinting just beneath soft tendrils that framed her face. A delicate bracelet sparkled on her wrist.

And her hand was wrapped around his arm like she belonged there.

He leaned down slightly. “So, how do I look?”

She tilted her head, eyes warm. “Like you’re about to get twenty marriage proposals tonight.”

He smirked. “Hope none of them are from dukes. I’d hate to start a fight in your ballroom.”

Y/N giggled, fingers squeezing his arm just a little.

They moved through the crowd, smiling politely when needed, but they kept falling into little pockets of laughter. Johnny would whisper a joke into her ear and her cheeks would flush. She’d nudge his side, scandalized but smiling, her eyes twinkling like she was finally having fun.

People noticed.

Flashbulbs popped discreetly. Guests murmured. Even the Queen herself raised an eyebrow across the room, watching her youngest daughter glowing brighter than she had in years.

But then came him.

Lord Sheffield. Old money. Never kind. Never quiet.

He approached with a drink in hand, eyes trailing down Y/N in a way that made Johnny’s entire body go tense.

“Well, well,” Sheffield said smoothly, “your highness. You clean up nicely. And here I thought the palace only kept you hidden because they were afraid you'd end up in the tabloids like your new… companion.”

Johnny’s jaw flexed.

Y/N gave a polite smile. “Thank you, my Lord.”

But Sheffield wasn’t done. He leaned in a little, just enough to make Johnny bristle.

“I must say, it’s charming watching you blossom. Though I do wonder—how much of that sweet little smile is real, and how much of it’s just practice now that you’ve got a man showing you the ropes?”

Y/N blinked. “I—”

She didn’t get it. Not fully.

But Johnny did.

His face went still. Not angry. Not loud. Cold.

“Say that again,” Johnny said flatly.

Sheffield looked amused. “Relax, it’s just—”

“No,” Johnny said, voice low, dangerous. “Say it again so I can knock your teeth in with a smile on my face and call it PR training.”

The room went tense.

Y/N’s eyes went wide, hand tightening on his sleeve. “Johnny…”

He turned to her gently. “Come on, sweetheart.” His tone softened only for her. “You don’t need to be around that kind of filth.”

And just like that, he laced their fingers together.

Not for the cameras. Not for the show.

But because he needed to feel her safe in his hand.

She followed without question, cheeks flushed, heels clicking quickly beside his shoes as he led her out into the marble corridor, away from the buzz and bullshit.

He stopped near a quiet alcove, under a painting of a long-dead king, and turned to her.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“I think so,” she said, voice a little shaky. “He was being—”

“Gross,” Johnny cut in, jaw tight again. “You didn’t catch it, but he was talking like he knew what went on behind closed doors. Like you were… like you’re some—”

He couldn’t even say it.

But then she reached out, gently, hand on his chest.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He looked down at her hand. Then at her eyes.

So sweet. So good. And somehow still his for the night.

“You don’t deserve that shit,” he muttered. “You shouldn’t even have to hear it.”

She gave a shy smile. “But you’re here. So it’s okay.”

And he realized suddenly, violently, that he’d kill for that smile.

His hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch lingered longer than it should have. His eyes dropped to her lips for just a second too long.

And she noticed.

“…Johnny?”

“Yeah?”

“I think we’re doing a really good job pretending.”

The gala had carried on without them.

Back inside, crystal glasses clinked and violins soared. But out here—on the palace balcony, where the marble was cool and the wind soft—Johnny and Y/N stood wrapped in something quieter.

He had his jacket draped over her shoulders, and she leaned against the railing, fingers playing with the velvet lapels. The city glittered in the distance, endless and alive.

Johnny broke the silence first.

“You wanna know why I said yes to this?”

She glanced over, surprised. “I figured it was money.”

He gave a short laugh. “That was part of it.”

Then he looked out at the skyline, jaw tight.

“There was a fight,” he said finally. “Not in the ring. Out at a bar. Some guy came after my friend’s daughter. Wouldn’t leave her alone. I told him to stop. He swung. So I swung back harder.”

She didn’t say anything, letting the words hang.

“I broke his nose. Four cameras caught it. Headlines said I’d ‘lost control.’ Called me a violent thug. Sponsors dropped me. My next title fight got pulled.” He ran a hand through his hair. “PR team said I needed a way to clean up. Palace came knocking with this weird-ass idea and—” He exhaled. “Then there was you.”

She smiled faintly. “Your royal redemption arc.”

He turned to her. “Yeah. And I thought—great. A spoiled little porcelain doll to smile next to me while I pretend not to be the guy who breaks noses.”

She laughed under her breath. “And now?”

He looked at her, really looked.

“You’re still porcelain,” he said softly. “But not because you’re fragile. Because you’re rare.”

Her cheeks flushed. She looked down, tugging the jacket tighter.

“My turn?”

He nodded.

“I know I’m sheltered,” she said, almost shyly. “I grew up with guards outside my door. Private schools. Friends whose last names end in titles. I’ve never taken public transit. I’ve never gone to a house party. The first time I heard someone swear without whispering was when I was eighteen.”

He grinned. “Was it a good one?”

“It was ‘dickweed.’”

He choked. “Wow. Hardcore.”

She laughed, then grew quiet again. “I love my life. I do. I love this palace, and the staff, and the traditions. But sometimes I feel like I’m watching the world from behind a glass wall. I don’t know what it’s like to be… messy. To make mistakes. Or even to go to a grocery store.”

Johnny stepped closer.

“I can show you,” he said.

She looked up at him, startled.

“I mean it,” he added. “Let me show you my world. Not the PR version. The real one. Street food. Karaoke. Gas station candy. Movie theaters with sticky floors. I’ll even take you to a shitty dive bar where someone probably gets in a fight every weekend—don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up. “You’d do that?”

“Princess,” he said softly, brushing a curl behind her ear, “I want to.”

The moment stretched.

The air shifted.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth for half a second too long, and Johnny leaned in slightly, instinctively—but then she turned her face away, cheeks warm.

Not yet.

He smiled anyway, gently taking her hand.

“No rush,” he murmured. “We’ve got time.”

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It started with a text:

[Johnny]: Wear something comfy. I’m picking you up at 9.

[Y/N]: What are we doing??

[Johnny]: Trust me, Princess. You said you wanted to see the real world. 😉

When his car pulled up to the side entrance of the palace, Y/N was already waiting. No gown, no guards, no makeup team. Just soft jeans, a sweater, hair loosely pulled back, and nervous excitement flickering behind her eyes.

She climbed into the passenger seat and looked at him. “Are we breaking the law right now?”

Johnny smirked. “Just bending it slightly.”

—

The party was in someone’s house on the east side—small, cramped, loud. The floor vibrated from bass, someone was burning incense in the corner, and red solo cups littered every surface. The air reeked of tequila and too many people in one space.

But Johnny had her hand. That was enough.

“Stay close, alright?” he murmured in her ear as they stepped inside.

“I will.”

He led her into the living room where a group of people greeted him with cheers, claps on the back, and laughter. His friends. Boxers, trainers, people who looked like they could rip through walls and still pull you in for a bear hug.

“Johnny, my man! Is this—wait—is that the princess?”

Y/N smiled shyly as all eyes turned to her.

Johnny tightened his arm around her waist. “Yeah. That’s my princess. Everyone behave.”

She gave a small wave. “Hi. Nice to meet you all.”

One guy, tall and buzzed, raised a brow. “You weren’t kidding. She’s really royal.”

Another muttered, “Man’s living out a fairy tale.”

Someone else laughed, “Or corrupting one.”

Johnny gave them all a sharp look, a silent watch it that didn’t need words. But Y/N just smiled, unbothered.

They found a spot on a couch, slightly removed from the crowd. Johnny leaned back, chatting with his friends, one arm casually slung behind her, hand brushing her shoulder every now and then.

Y/N sat quietly, listening. Watching him talk with ease and confidence, a beer in hand, laughter bubbling from him like he belonged here.

It was a completely different world. No titles. No curated behavior. Just people.

And somehow, she felt safe in it.

She leaned close. “I’m gonna find the bathroom.”

Johnny’s head turned immediately. “I’ll come with you.”

“I can find it,” she smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head. “I’m still coming.”

—

He didn’t go inside, of course. But he stood outside the closed bathroom door like a statue, arms crossed, back straight, eyes constantly scanning the hallway. People passed by—drunk, rowdy, yelling over music—but none of them got near.

His hand twitched any time someone looked twice.

When Y/N came out, she looked at him in surprise. “You waited?”

He nodded once. “Always will.”

She blinked, touched.

“I know it’s a lot,” he added, softer. “No guards. No walls. No rules. But I promise, nothing’s gonna happen to you while I’m here.”

She smiled, small and warm. “I believe you.”

Then, almost teasing: “You’re really taking this fake boyfriend thing seriously.”

He looked down at her, something flickering in his gaze. “Yeah… maybe I am.”

Her heart skipped, but before she could respond, someone called Johnny’s name from down the hall.

He sighed and took her hand again. “Come on, Princess. Let’s go ruin their beer pong game.”

—

Back in the living room, Johnny’s friends were joking loudly, shots lined up, music blaring.

And yet, the moment they returned, someone nudged another and whispered behind their hand. Not malicious, but curious. Confused.

They all liked her. But none of them got it.

Why her? Why this?

She wasn’t like them.

And yet when Johnny sat down again, pulling her into his side with a low, “You good?” and she nodded with a quiet, “Always with you,” none of the looks mattered.

She wasn’t like them. She was his.

And he’d make sure nothing—no one—ever touched her wrong again.

--

The party got louder. Messier.

Someone spilled a drink near the stereo and slipped. Laughter erupted. A couple was making out on the stairs. The music had switched from chill hip-hop to something pulsing and aggressive, and the crowd had doubled in size. Most were strangers now—faces Johnny didn’t recognize, people already too drunk to care who they bumped into.

Y/N was still beside him, perched on the edge of the couch, fingers tangled politely in her lap.

But Johnny felt the shift.

Her smile was still there—but stiff, forced. Her eyes kept flicking across the room, never settling. Her knees pressed together. One hand gripped the hem of her sweater like a lifeline.

Too many stares.

Guys who didn’t know who she was, or worse, did and looked anyway—eyes lingering just a second too long. Whispering.

And she was trying to hide it.

Trying to be polite. Play it cool. Pretend she was fine because she didn’t want to ruin anything.

Johnny leaned over, his voice brushing against her ear.

“We’re leaving.”

She blinked, turning to him quickly. “What? No, it’s okay—really. You’re having fun.”

His jaw flexed. “You think I care about beer pong when you’re sitting here looking like you’re ready to crawl out of your skin?”

She flushed, embarrassed. “I’m fine, I promise—”

“You’re not,” he cut in, low and gentle. “And if you’re not feeling it, then I’m not either.”

Their eyes met.

And it hit her—again—how different he was from what she'd expected. Not just tattoos and cocky smirks. He noticed her. Protected her. No questions asked.

The kind of safety she’d never had in a world full of people paid to keep her secure—but not seen.

From across the room, one of Johnny’s friends shouted, “Yo! Suh, where you going? It’s barely midnight!”

Johnny stood, tugging her hand into his.

“Maybe next time,” he called back. “Princess needs her beauty sleep.”

A few guys booed, a couple laughed, someone offered a “Whipped!”—but Johnny didn’t even flinch. He was already guiding her out with a hand on her lower back, shielding her body as they weaved through the crowd.

Out the door.

Into the cool night air.

It was quiet again, blessedly so. She inhaled like she hadn’t been breathing properly in an hour.

He walked her to the car without a word, opened the passenger door, waited until she was in safely, and only then slid into the driver’s seat.

Still, for a moment, neither of them said anything.

Then, softly, she murmured, “Thank you.”

He glanced at her, brows raised. “For what?”

“For noticing,” she said. “Before I even said anything.”

He looked at her for a long beat.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “You could blink wrong and I’d be ready to pull you out of there.”

Her breath caught. Heart stuttering.

She bit her lip, eyes falling to his hands gripping the wheel, veins prominent, knuckles flexing slightly. Her thighs squeezed together without meaning to.

God, why was she—

Touched. So touched.

And also… so turned on?

“Johnny,” she whispered, her voice a little shakier than she meant it to be.

He turned to her. “Yeah?”

She blinked, lips parted, trying to find the words. But her mind was a mess. A fluttering, hot, dizzy mess.

He smirked softly, tilting his head. “What?”

“Nothing,” she said too quickly, turning her head to the window. “Just… wondering why the hell I’m looking at you like this.”

His smirk deepened, knowing. “Like what?”

She didn’t answer. She couldn’t.

But from the corner of her eye, she saw him reach over, gently lacing their fingers together over the center console.

“You’re not the only one wondering,” he murmured.

And suddenly, the car felt like a secret. Like if she leaned in just a little, if he kissed her right now, there would be no turning back.

But neither of them moved.

Not yet.

Because the pretend was starting to peel away.

And something real—raw, electric, dangerous—was rising in its place.

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Johnny wasn’t supposed to be there that early.

The plan was to meet Y/N in the afternoon—some event briefing, another PR photo op—but when his morning training got canceled, he figured he’d surprise her. He texted her once, got no reply, and decided to just show up, charm his way past security.

He didn’t expect to be escorted into a long hall lined with gold-trimmed doors and ushered quietly by one of the palace aides.

“She’s just finishing up her weekly briefing,” the aide whispered.

“Briefing?”

“You’ll see.”

They opened a door quietly, and Johnny stepped into a wide room with tall windows and high ceilings. Several people stood around a polished table—some in suits, others in uniforms—papers spread across its surface. Y/N sat at the head of the table, back straight, eyes alert.

And nothing about her looked casual.

There were four screens mounted on the wall showing live news from different continents. A map projected over the center table. Johnny caught flashes of headlines—unrest in one country, trade discussions in another, a royal event being canceled overseas due to a diplomatic misunderstanding.

And she was in the middle of it all. Composed. Poised. Her voice calm but decisive.

“So if the ambassador from Cairo is attending the garden reception,” she said, flipping through a packet, “we’ll need to make sure the French delegation is seated further down the table. Their trade negotiations fell through last quarter. No point risking tension at a photo call.”

One of the advisors nodded quickly. “Noted, Your Highness.”

Johnny stood frozen.

This was Y/N?

The girl who blushed when he said “69” out loud?

She was flipping through dossiers with the focus of a general.

And the most mind-boggling part?

She never complained. Not once.

Not when she was dragged to a house party to play the cool fake girlfriend. Not when people stared at her like she didn’t belong. Not when she studied twelve countries' foreign policies before breakfast.

The meeting wrapped, and people filed out quietly.

Y/N finally looked up—and her eyes lit up when she saw him.

“Johnny!” she said, standing. Her voice immediately softened. “You’re early.”

“Yeah,” he said, approaching her slowly. “Didn’t mean to crash your… global domination strategy.”

She laughed, cheeks pink. “It’s just routine.”

“Routine,” he echoed, eyeing the still-spinning news feeds. “You memorized a world map, a dozen power players, and three continents’ worth of political etiquette, and that’s routine?”

She shrugged, smiling. “Well, I’ve been trained since I was little.”

“Still.”

Her smile dimmed just slightly, and she looked down. “Most people think I just wave at parades and pose for portraits. That I smile and curtsy and attend galas.”

Johnny was quiet.

“I don’t mind,” she added quickly. “It’s a privilege. I like what I do. It matters. It helps people.”

“I know it does,” Johnny said softly. “And it’s a hell of a lot harder than anyone gives you credit for.”

She blinked, surprised.

“I used to think you were just a pretty face in a castle,” he added, moving closer. “But what you really are… is a weapon in a ballgown.”

She let out a surprised breath of laughter. “That’s dramatic.”

“It’s true,” he murmured. “And hot.”

That made her blush, finally. “Johnny.”

He leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I’m not kidding. You in there, running the world like a damn queen—while still managing to look like that? I’m two seconds from getting on my knees, Princess.”

She gasped softly, eyes wide.

He winked.

“Later,” he teased, backing up. “When there aren’t forty cameras and six bodyguards watching.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, flustered—but glowing.

And Johnny?

Johnny wasn’t just impressed anymore.

He was done for.

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Y/N wasn’t sure what she'd expected a boxing match to feel like.

But it wasn’t this.

The roar of the crowd. The pounding bass of the entrance music. The flashing lights. And Johnny—her Johnny—shirtless in the ring, a storm of muscle and focus, arms taped, shoulders glistening with sweat.

Her guards surrounded her discreetly in the VIP box, watching the crowd. But she couldn’t focus on any of that. Her eyes were locked on him.

He looked... lethal.

And beautiful.

So much more than the playful, flirty guy who sent her memes and teased her over breakfast. This version of him was serious. Cold. Calculated. Every move he made in the ring was sharp and fast and brutal—like he wasn’t just fighting, he was proving something.

She gripped the edge of her seat.

Her heart was racing. Not just because she was worried—though she absolutely was—but because something about watching him like that, watching him take hit after hit and still come back swinging… it made her feel—

Hot.

Way too hot.

Her thighs pressed together slowly.

God.

She could see the defined cut of his abs every time he moved. His biceps flexing, veins standing out. His jaw clenched with focus. Hair damp and messy. He was wild and unapologetic, and she had never seen anything like it in her life.

When his opponent caught him across the mouth, splitting his lip—she gasped. But Johnny only wiped the blood with the back of his glove and grinned.

And then—seconds later—he knocked the guy out.

Clean.

The arena exploded in sound.

Johnny turned, breathing hard, chest heaving, eyes immediately searching the crowd.

And then—he found her.

A wink.

Casual, cocky, and devastatingly sexy. His lip was bleeding. A bruise already darkening near his eye.

And he winked.

Y/N swallowed hard.

She had no idea how she managed to walk after that.

Her guards led her down to the locker rooms after the crowd dispersed, keeping close as they passed through the press and lingering fans. But the moment they reached Johnny’s private dressing room, she raised a hand.

“I’ll go in alone,” she said.

The head of security hesitated. “Your Highness—”

“She’s fine,” came Johnny’s voice from the open door. “I got her.”

Y/N stepped in and shut the door behind her.

Johnny stood there, shirtless still, a towel slung around his neck, blood still crusting on his lip.

“You came,” he said, voice hoarse, closing the door behind her. 

“I said I would.”

He grinned at her. “You looked like you were about to faint during round two.”

“I wasn’t—” she stopped. “Okay. Maybe a little.”

He stepped closer. “You alright?”

“No,” she blurted before she could stop herself.

He froze. “What’s wrong?”

Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow.

“I’m… I’m so turned on right now it’s not even funny.”

Johnny blinked.

Then his eyes darkened.

He stepped into her space instantly, dropping the towel, his hand coming up to cup her jaw gently, thumb brushing along her cheek.

“Yeah?” he whispered. “You liked seeing me all bruised and sweaty, didn’t you, Princess?”

She nodded helplessly. Her knees felt like they might give out.

“You liked watching me fight. Watching me win,” he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers. “Liked knowing I was bleeding and thinking about you.”

“Johnny,” she whispered, eyes flicking to his mouth.

He kissed her.

Hard.

Desperate.

It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was messy, wet, full of teeth and bruised lips and clashing need. His hands gripped her waist, tugging her against his bare chest, and she let out a little gasp at the heat of him, all muscle and tension and fire.

She kissed him back, melting into it, her fingers in his damp hair, tugging.

He groaned into her mouth.

When they broke apart, both panting, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the party,” he whispered. “When you bit your lip and looked at me like I was something you weren’t allowed to touch.”

“I still might not be,” she said breathlessly.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t,” he murmured. “Not anymore.”

She shivered.

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The second her back hit the table, Y/N gasped, fingers still knotted in Johnny’s hair.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, pulling her close, his mouth hot and unrelenting on hers. He kissed her like he’d been starved for it, like he’d been holding himself back for far too long—and now? Now he was done pretending.

His tongue licked into her mouth, deep and slow, making her whimper. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, trying to pull him closer. She could feel the sweat slicking his back, his body still burning from the fight. The scent of him—leather, sweat, and something so male it made her dizzy—was overwhelming.

Johnny groaned low in his throat when her fingers scraped over his biceps and curled behind his neck, tugging on the ends of his damp hair.

“Shit,” he hissed into her mouth. “You’re gonna kill me, Princess.”

She just kissed him harder, her body arching into his.

And then—

He pulled back.

Just slightly.

His lips hovered over hers, panting, a string of spit still connecting them.

Y/N blinked, dazed and flushed. “Why did you—”

“I need to ask you something,” Johnny said, his voice wrecked, low and serious. “If we go any further—”

Her breath caught.

He cupped her face with one calloused hand, thumb brushing the edge of her swollen bottom lip.

“—you have to really want it. Not just ‘caught up in the moment’ want it. Not just ‘your first time at a fight and you’re horny’ want it.”

She blinked again, heart thudding hard in her chest.

“And not here,” he added. “Not in some grimy-ass dressing room while your guards are twenty feet away. You deserve better than that. You should be somewhere safe. Somewhere you choose.”

She stared at him for a beat—stared at this man, this fighter, this supposed bad boy with blood still drying on his split lip and knuckles bruised from knocking someone out—pausing everything for her.

Her heart clenched in her chest.

“You’re always…” she started, voice trembling. “You’re always taking care of me.”

“Of course I am.”

“You’ve never once tried to take advantage.”

He looked almost surprised by that.

“That’s not something you thank someone for, Princess,” he said, brushing her hair back gently. “That’s the bare fucking minimum.”

Her breath hitched.

“You’re not just some fantasy to mess around with. You’re a person. You’re my person, even if this started as fake.” His voice softened. “And if we’re gonna go there—if I’m gonna touch you the way I want to—then you’re gonna know it’s real.”

Tears prickled her eyes before she could stop them.

“God,” she whispered. “You’re making this so much worse.”

Johnny blinked. “Worse?”

“I already wanted to kiss you again, like, a hundred times a day. But now I think I'm falling for you...for real.”

He grinned. Crooked. Disarming. A little shy.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

She laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck again, pulling him close, resting her forehead against his.

“I’ll let you know,” she whispered, “when I want more.”

“You won’t have to,” he said softly, kissing her temple. “I’ll know.”

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Johnny wasn’t used to being turned away from events. Especially not when it came to a fake relationship that, until now, had been nothing but smooth sailing in the public eye. So when his manager told him the charity ball was canceled—"Princess Y/N isn’t feeling well”—his first instinct was to check on her.

He called the palace immediately.

And she actually answered.

“Hey,” her voice croaked over the line, still soft, but rougher than usual. “Sorry about the event.”

“You alright?” he asked, frowning. “They said you weren’t feeling well.”

“I’m okay,” she replied. “It’s just my allergies. Happens sometimes—seasonal stuff. My skin’s flaring up and it’s itchy everywhere. I just need to rest.”

There was a pause.

“…Can I still come over?”

She laughed gently. “You want to come over while I look like I’ve rolled in poison ivy?”

“I wanna come over because you don’t feel good. Not just when you look perfect in a tiara,” he said.

She was quiet for a second, and then said, “Okay. Sure. If you want.”

When the palace staff let him in through the side entrance, Johnny was already carrying two bags—one with soup he picked up, the other full of random snacks and teas he had no idea she liked but hoped she might. But when she opened the door to her private sitting room, he forgot all about it.

Because there she was.

Wearing soft cotton shorts and a tiny ribbed tank top—bare legs on display, collarbones exposed, her skin blotchy and red in some places, and still looking like the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen.

“Sorry,” she said, cheeks pink. “It’s hot and I’m itchy. I don’t usually dress like this.”

“Don’t apologize,” Johnny said, staring. “You look… I mean. You’re always pretty, but—damn.”

She gave him a look that was half amused, half bashful. “Shut up. You’re just being nice.”

“I’m not. I mean it.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled. “I was about to put on aloe vera. It helps the burning. I can do it, though.”

“Sit,” he said, already crossing the room. “Give it to me.”

“You’re not gonna rub lotion on me.”

“Princess,” he said, lifting the bottle from her side table and gently nudging her down to sit on the couch. “Let me take care of you.”

She blinked at him.

And then she did.

Y/N leaned back slowly, letting her head rest on the cushion. Johnny knelt in front of her, pushing up the edge of her tank top with reverence, revealing more of her irritated skin. It was red and patchy along her ribs, spreading across her stomach and hips.

Johnny’s hands were warm, the aloe cool.

He started slow.

His touch was soft, almost reverent—like she was something fragile and holy.

He rubbed it in gently, spreading the gel over her skin with careful strokes. She watched him with wide eyes, her chest rising and falling a little faster, her lips parted as he worked.

“You’re so careful,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not,” she said, watching the way his fingers moved across her side. “You’re… making it feel better.”

He looked up at her.

And something about the way she looked back—skin flushed, hair messy, legs curled under her, completely open and unfiltered—made his chest ache.

He ran his hands up a little higher, to her ribs, watching the way she inhaled softly, letting him.

“This okay?” he asked quietly.

She nodded.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I’ve punched people out cold and not felt half as nervous as I do touching you right now.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh. “Why?”

“Because you deserve to be treated like you’re… precious,” he said simply. “And I’m trying not to fuck it up.”

Her eyes softened.

“You’re not.”

He leaned up, brushing his fingers over her arm, letting the aloe settle in her skin.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured. “Even when you feel like crap. Especially when you trust me like this.”

Y/N swallowed.

And then, instead of pulling away, she reached out, fingers brushing his jaw, thumb skimming the fading bruise near his eyebrow from the last match.

“Thanks for being here.”

“Always,” Johnny said. “You just say the word.”

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Johnny had never felt so useless.

Y/N lay curled up on her side, her blanket bunched down around her knees, her cheeks flushed with discomfort. Her fingers were twitching with the need to scratch, but she kept them pressed under her pillow.

“My ears and throat feel itchy now,” she whispered, voice hoarse. “My face too. It’s like my skin is on fire.”

Johnny stood by the edge of her bed, helpless.

“I thought it would calm down with the aloe but…” she blinked rapidly, clearly holding back tears, “it just keeps spreading.”

He didn’t think. He just acted.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, brushing her hair away from her forehead. “Promise.”

The palace staff were startled to see the tall, tattooed boxer show up at their side door after midnight, but once they heard what it was about, they moved fast. One of the senior attendants gave him a calming anti-itch cream—something Y/N used when her allergies flared this bad—and told him exactly how to apply it.

“She won’t ask for help,” the woman said softly. “But she always feels better when someone stays with her. She just doesn’t like to inconvenience anyone.”

Johnny nodded.

“She’s not an inconvenience,” he muttered. “Not even close.”

Back in her room, he found her blinking up at him, trying to stay strong.

“I got the cream,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside her. “You okay if I…?”

She nodded quickly, throat too sore to speak.

With the gentleness of someone handling silk, he scooped a bit of cream and rubbed it between his hands to warm it up.

Then, slowly, he dabbed it along her jawline, across her cheeks, down the curve of her neck. Her breathing evened out little by little, the tension easing from her shoulders as he worked.

Johnny didn’t rush.

He took his time, letting every touch say I’m here, I’ve got you.

Once he finished, he sat beside her on the edge of the bed, watching her eyes flutter shut and open again, heavy and slow. Her breathing started to even out.

“You’re still here,” she murmured, voice barely audible.

“Always,” he whispered.

She blinked once more, then fell asleep.

He didn’t move right away. Just watched her.

She looked peaceful now. Vulnerable in the kind of way that made him want to fight the air for hurting her in the first place.

Eventually, he stood, pulled the blanket up over her body, and tucked it around her with care. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then he slipped out of the room without a sound.

The Next Morning

Johnny had just finished sparring with his coach when his phone buzzed.

Princess Y/N 👑: Where’d you go?

He blinked, wiping sweat from his brow with the edge of his shirt.

Johnny: Morning training. Wanted to be out of the way before you woke up.

A moment passed.

Then:

Princess Y/N 👑: You didn’t have to. I wouldn’t have minded if you stayed.

Johnny stared at the screen, a slow smile spreading across his face.

His fingers hovered, then typed:

Johnny: You saying that makes my day.

And maybe, if she asked next time, he’d stay longer. Maybe even sleep on the couch or the floor or next to her, just to make sure she slept better.

Because the truth was: he didn’t want to leave.

Not when she was starting to feel like home.

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Y/N’s allergies had finally calmed down. She sent Johnny a picture of her face with the caption: ‘95% less itchy. Missed you.’

That was all it took.

He texted her back: Johnny: Come over. My place. I’ll cook for you.

She showed up in a cute little sundress, no security for once—just her, hair tied up, cheeks glowing again.

“This is your place?” she whispered as he let her in.

Johnny shrugged. “Yeah. Not a palace, but…”

“I love it,” she said, walking slowly around his apartment.

The space was small but warm—wood floors, slightly worn couch, walls peppered with framed photos of him with his teammates, his friends, even some childhood shots of him in boxing gloves too big for his body. A shelf of books and manga lined one wall, a few plants near the window looking surprisingly alive.

“It feels like you,” she said softly. “Real. Lived in.”

He watched her take it all in.

“You’ll meet them soon,” he said, nodding toward the pictures. “My people.”

She turned to him with a soft smile—then kissed him.

It wasn’t shy or hesitant this time.

It was bold. Intentional.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her close as she kissed him deeper, hands curling into the fabric of his shirt. Her lips moved with more purpose now, like she’d made up her mind about something.

She pulled back just slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I want more,” she whispered. “I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

Johnny’s body went still, except for the way his hands tightened on her hips.

Her voice was breathy, pleading—but there was a flicker of confidence in it too. “You said you wouldn’t take advantage. That you’d wait until I was ready.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his jaw. “Well, I’m ready.”

“Princess…” he warned, chest heaving.

“I’ve been so good for you,” she said again, this time in a near-whimper. “Haven’t I?”

He snapped.

His mouth was on hers before he could even think. Hot, desperate, open-mouthed. He lifted her onto his lap, the sundress riding up her thighs as she straddled him on the couch. Their mouths moved in sync—hungry, filthy, perfect.

Johnny’s hands gripped her hips, dragging her against him as they kissed. She gasped when he rolled his hips up, groaning into her mouth.

One of his hands slid between them, pushing the hem of her dress higher, fingers ghosting along the edge of her underwear.

Her breath caught.

“You want more?” he whispered, voice rough.

She nodded furiously, lips swollen, eyes wide.

He dipped his fingers beneath the fabric, finding her already soaked. She gasped at the first touch, bucking into his hand.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re so wet already. From just kissing me?”

She buried her face in his neck with a shaky whimper.

“Been thinking about this for so long,” she whispered. “You—touching me. Please, Johnny—”

He kissed her again, hard and slow, as his fingers moved, rubbing slow circles against her clit. Her body melted into him, thighs trembling, breath shaky as she rocked against his hand.

He held her close, murmuring into her skin.

“That’s it… good girl… take it, just like that…”

She came with a soft cry, muffled by his mouth, arms clinging tight around his shoulders as her whole body shuddered in his lap.

Johnny held her through it, kissing her temple as she trembled and sighed.

When she finally went limp, head resting on his shoulder, he smoothed her hair back and whispered, “You’ve been more than good.”

She smiled against his neck.

“And I’m just getting started.”

The air still buzzed around them, heavy with everything that just happened on that couch — her dress rumpled, his shirt half unbuttoned, his hands still trembling from the way she came apart on his fingers.

Johnny hadn’t let her go. One arm was wrapped around her back, the other caressing her hip as her cheek rested against his shoulder.

But then, slowly, she shifted.

He felt her lift her head, her fingers trail down his chest — not hesitantly, but with quiet, growing intent.

“Y/N?” he murmured, catching the way her eyes had changed. Still soft, but darker now. Focused.

She got off his lap, smoothing her skirt back down with a dainty tug. Then, she sank to her knees right there in front of him.

His whole body locked up.

“Princess—”

“I’ve been thinking about this since your match,” she said quietly, hands folded neatly on her lap, the way she always did in formal settings — and Johnny thought he might die from how perfect she looked like that.

So composed. So pure. On her knees.

“For days,” she went on. “You were shirtless. All sweaty. So serious. Everyone was looking at you, but I couldn’t think of anything except…” she looked up at him through her lashes, shy but burning, “...what you’d taste like.”

Johnny groaned, his hands flying to his thighs, squeezing hard to keep control.

“You sure?” he rasped. “We don’t have to—”

“I want to,” she said, firmer now, and reached for his belt.

He hissed through his teeth as she undid it, carefully pulling the fabric free. Her hands were elegant, precise, even when she was shaking just a little.

He helped her, lifting his hips as she pulled his pants and briefs down just far enough.

And then his cock sprang free — flushed, hard, already dripping.

She blinked, swallowing, eyes wide. “You’re…”

He chuckled, breathless. “Too much?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Just… more than I imagined.”

“Fuck,” he muttered, tipping his head back. “You imagined this?”

She nodded, dainty fingers wrapping around the base. She looked so small like that. So innocent still. One hand on his knee for balance, the other holding him, eyes flicking up for his approval.

“Just like that,” he groaned. “You’re doing perfect, baby.”

She leaned forward, licking a slow stripe from base to tip.

He twitched in her hand, groaning again.

She did it again, this time wrapping her lips around the head and taking him into her mouth, warm and careful. He hissed, one hand flying to her hair but not pushing — just anchoring himself to reality.

“You look like a fucking dream,” he growled.

She hummed around him at the praise, bobbing her head a little more now. Her hands stayed so proper — one on his knee, one resting lightly on her lap even while she took him deeper. Her lashes fluttered, cheeks hollowing slightly, and she looked so eager to please.

“Look at you,” Johnny gasped. “Princess on her knees, so well-behaved while she sucks me off.”

She moaned at that, and he felt it — all the way through.

His hips jerked before he could stop them, his grip in her hair tightening just slightly.

“Too much?” he asked, breathless.

She shook her head, pulling off for a second with a wet pop. Her lips were swollen, her voice wrecked.

“No. I like it.”

Then she went back down again, deeper this time.

Johnny groaned so loud he knew the neighbors probably heard it.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he panted. “Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me.”

She looked up again, eyes locking on his, and he swore she smiled around him — a sweet, proud little thing, like she liked being good for him.

And that was it.

He spilled in her mouth, gasping her name like a prayer, gripping the couch as she swallowed around him, never once breaking eye contact.

When it was over, she licked her lips and looked up at him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling quickly.

“Did I do okay?” she asked softly.

Johnny leaned forward, hand cupping her jaw with reverence.

“You were perfect,” he said. “My perfect girl.”

Then he kissed her. Deep, slow, worshipful.

Because there was no going back now — not when the princess just shattered every rule and made him fall harder than he thought possible.

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The room was quiet now, save for the hum of Johnny’s fan and the steady rhythm of their breathing. Y/N had climbed back onto the couch with him, curled into his side, her cheek resting over his heart as she traced gentle circles over his chest.

He held her like she was fragile porcelain and sacred gold all at once, arm snug around her shoulders, lips brushing the top of her head every few minutes like he couldn’t not kiss her.

“I think we just broke the number one PR rule,” she murmured, voice soft and amused.

He glanced down at her. “Which one?”

She grinned up at him. “Don’t fall for your fake partner.”

Johnny gave a breathy chuckle—but didn’t smile.

Instead, he leaned down and kissed her. Long and slow.

When he pulled back, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Y/N… this hasn’t been pretend for me in a very long time.”

She blinked, startled—but not in fear. Just quiet surprise. Like something inside her had been waiting to hear those words but didn’t expect them now.

“Oh.”

He stroked her cheek, gentle and firm. “I’m serious about you. I want you. All of you. Not just when the cameras are on. Not just for the headlines.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, her lips parting in a breathless smile before she cupped his face and kissed him—sweet, earnest, filled with everything she couldn’t say out loud yet.

When they pulled apart, Johnny took a breath.

“So…” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you officially be my girlfriend?”

She pretended to think for a second, chin tilting as if the decision needed serious reflection. “Hmm. I mean, I did just do a lot for you a few minutes ago…”

“Wow,” he laughed, “you’re the brat now.”

She beamed. “Only for you.”

He smiled, breath catching in his chest. “Can I take you out? A real date. Just us.”

“I’d love that,” she whispered.

Their First Official Date

The palace car was off for the night. So was Johnny’s sleek black one. Instead, he picked her up in his old, beat-up Honda Civic, the AC still working, barely, and a fuzzy little boxing glove swinging from the rearview mirror.

He took her to a drive-thru ice cream place. Not for show. Not to impress. Just because it was one of his favorites.

They ordered two soft serves—vanilla dipped in chocolate for her, classic chocolate for him—and parked in the empty back lot, windows rolled down, a faint summer breeze carrying in the scent of waffle cones and asphalt.

They sat in the front seats, legs curled up, feet on the dashboard, messy cones in hand.

Johnny broke the silence first. “I started boxing when I was nine.”

Y/N turned toward him. “Yeah?”

“My dad signed me up because I had too much energy. Got suspended from school for punching a kid who made fun of my friend.”

She grinned. “That sounds like you.”

“I thought it was just a way to let off steam. But then I fell in love with it. The routine. The discipline. The fight.”

He looked over, tone softening. “It gave me purpose. Saved me, really.”

Y/N licked her cone thoughtfully. “That’s beautiful.”

“What about you?” he asked. “What saved you?”

She leaned her head against the seat, looking up at the roof of the car. “My siblings. We all grew up in a world where we couldn’t really be ourselves. We were born into it. Raised for it. But with each other... it was different.”

Her voice dipped. “They’re my best friends. The only people who really understand what it’s like to be watched every second, to be expected to smile even when you’re tired or overwhelmed. We look out for each other.”

Johnny looked at her for a long moment, quiet admiration lighting up his face.

“You’re strong,” he said simply.

She smiled, lips sticky with chocolate. “I’m trying to be.”

He reached out, brushing a thumb along her cheek. “You’re doing a damn good job.”

She leaned into his touch.

And in that old, beat-up car with melted ice cream on their fingers, both of them felt something solid settle between them—something real, honest, and theirs.

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Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect when Johnny invited her to the baseball game.

She’d watched boxing matches now — well, his boxing match — but a public stadium, a crowd of screaming fans, beer-stained bleachers and oversized foam fingers? That was all new territory.

But Johnny had looked so excited when he told her. “It’s all part of the PR thing,” he’d said casually, like it didn’t mean anything, but then added with a grin, “Plus, I’ve always wanted to see you in a ball cap.”

So she said yes.

And now here they were — front-row seats behind the dugout, camera flashes going off nearby, and the scent of popcorn and sunscreen heavy in the air.

Johnny looked so good, it was unfair. Jersey snug over his torso, sleeves hugging his arms just enough to show off the veins she’d become obsessed with. His baseball cap was turned backwards, a teasing smirk always on his lips as he explained the game to her.

“That guy just struck out. Three strikes and you’re done.”

“Ohhh. So it’s like royal galas. Three bad speeches and you’re banned from the mic forever.”

Johnny laughed — full and warm — and Y/N beamed. She couldn’t stop touching him. A hand curled around his bicep, fingers tracing slow circles. She leaned into his side every time he whispered an explanation in her ear. She was glowingand didn’t even notice.

At one point, the sun shifted and landed directly on her face.

Johnny immediately took off his cap and tucked it over her head without even a word. It was too big, slid down over her eyebrows, but she grinned anyway.

He bought her nachos. Her favorite soda. Let her steal some of his fries and wiped her fingers with a napkin when she got cheese on them.

To everyone watching — and there were plenty — they looked like the real thing. A couple deeply in love, completely caught up in each other.

The stadium’s Jumbotron caught them more than once. And every time it did, Johnny either kissed her cheek or threw his arm around her. The crowd cheered.

Y/N flushed. But she didn’t move away. She liked being close to him.

Later That Evening: The Internet’s Verdict

By the time they got home, the internet had exploded.

Photos and clips from the game had gone viral.

“Y/N literally can’t stop staring at him omfg she’s GONE.” “Johnny feeding her nachos like she’s a princess — oh wait, she is.” “No way this is PR. Look at the way he looks at her when she’s not watching.” “They’re holding hands like no one else is there. This is so real I’m gonna cry.”

#GOALS was trending. So was #RoyalKnockout and #PrinceofHerHeart.

The world had decided — this wasn’t fake.

They were in love.

That Night: A Royal Call

Y/N’s phone buzzed. Private Line: Mother

She sat up straighter, still in one of Johnny’s oversized hoodies, her hair messy from leaning against him all day.

She stepped out of the room to take it.

Her mother’s voice was composed as ever.

“Y/N.”

“Hi, Mother.”

“I assume you’ve seen the public response to your appearance at the game today.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted slightly. “Yes.”

“It appears… convincing. Far more than intended. People are beginning to speculate about the seriousness of your involvement.”

There was a pause.

Y/N bit her lip. “Is that a bad thing?”

“That depends,” her mother replied smoothly. “Is there any truth to it?”

Y/N didn’t answer right away.

Because deep down, yes, there was.

She was falling for him. Already had. She couldn’t stop it now even if she wanted to.

Her mother sighed.

“We will discuss it tomorrow. Come to the estate for tea. Just the two of us.”

Then the call ended.

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The room was private. Quiet. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, and a single pot of white jasmine tea steamed between Y/N and her mother, Queen Margot.

The silence stretched like a tight corset.

Finally, the Queen spoke.

“So.”

Y/N cleared her throat. “So.”

Her mother’s gaze was unreadable. “You and Mr. Suh. At the baseball game.”

“We were seen,” Y/N said gently.

“You were watched.” Her mother’s voice was clipped. “It didn’t look like a performance. That was… real affection.”

“It was real,” Y/N admitted, her voice steady. “It’s not just PR anymore.”

The Queen raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of tea. “Darling, I know you’re sheltered in some ways, but I’d hope you could still see what’s plainly in front of you. He’s a boxer. A public figure. Known for scandals and bar fights and bloody photoshoots. What makes you so sure you’re not just a fun distraction?”

Y/N didn’t flinch.

“Because he’s never once treated me like one.”

Her mother went still.

Y/N leaned forward. “He’s never tried to take advantage of me, not once. Even when I was practically throwing myself at him, he made sure I was comfortable. He puts my safety first — always. He’s gentle with me when I don’t feel well, and he listens. He listens like what I have to say matters. He sees me.”

There was a pause.

“And he’s never asked for anything. Not favors. Not fame. Not money. Not access. He didn’t even want to overstay when I was sick. He respects me.”

Her voice cracked at the end, just a little.

The Queen studied her daughter for a long time. Then finally — she looked away.

“I still don’t approve,” she said coolly. “But I trust you. And if this continues, I expect him to prove himself.”

Y/N nodded, swallowing. “He will.”

Meanwhile: Johnny’s Gym Office

Johnny barely had time to towel the sweat off his neck when his manager barged into the side office, phone in hand.

“Okay, I gotta ask. What the hell is going on between you and the princess?”

Johnny blinked. “Hi, nice to see you too.”

His manager held up the phone — photo after photo of him and Y/N at the baseball game, smiling, hands locked, forehead kisses, her stealing fries off his tray.

“You two look real, Johnny. Not PR real. Real real.”

Johnny leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Because it is.”

His manager stared. “You’re serious?”

Johnny nodded. “I like her. A lot. It stopped being fake weeks ago. I just didn’t realize it right away.”

The manager sighed, rubbing his temples. “You remember your contract ends in three months, right? After that, if you’re still together, there’s no more royal protection. No curated headlines. The press will get vicious, Johnny. About her and you.”

Johnny didn’t hesitate.

“I don’t care.”

His manager looked at him hard. “She’s a princess. You’re a bruised-up golden retriever with tattoos and a reputation.”

“I know,” Johnny said softly. “But if she wants to be with me, I’m not going anywhere. Not when I finally have someone who sees all of me and doesn’t flinch.”

There was a long pause before his manager muttered, “Jesus Christ, you’re in love.”

Johnny just smirked, heart thudding.

“Yeah. I think I am.”

Later That Night: A Text

📲 Johnny: Did you survive the royal interrogation?

📲 Y/N: Barely. But I defended your honor like a knight with perfect posture.

📲 Johnny: That’s my girl.

📲 Johnny: Mine… right?

📲 Y/N: Yeah. Yours.

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It started with her fingers.

They were light against his skin, feather-tracing the tattoo on his upper shoulder as they curled into one another on Johnny’s couch, rain pattering faintly outside his apartment windows. She sat with her knees pulled into his lap, hoodie sleeves bunched at her elbows, her expression focused and curious as she explored him with innocent fascination.

“This one’s my favorite,” she murmured, brushing the edge of the ink that curled near his collarbone. “It looks dangerous.”

Johnny chuckled, voice low. “It’s just a compass.”

“But like… a hot compass.”

He grinned. “Is that a royal-approved term?”

She smiled, eyes sparkling. “It is now.”

Her finger traveled down the tattoo on his bicep next, and he flexed—playfully, of course—but it made her laugh, shy but flirty, cheeks heating up.

“I could never get a tattoo,” she said softly. “Not with all my protocol. But… I love them on you.”

Johnny’s voice was quieter now, eyes trained on hers. “If it’s mine… it’s yours too.”

She blinked up at him.

“What?”

He leaned in, nose brushing hers, voice almost a whisper. “Everything that’s mine is yours now. You know that, right?”

Her chest rose with her next breath. “Yeah. I do.”

And when she kissed him — bold, unprompted, breathy — Johnny’s restraint cracked clean in half. He pushed her gently into the cushions, mouth moving hot and deep against hers, one hand sliding up under her top to grip her waist. Her skin was warm under his palm, soft and familiar now.

“You been thinking about this, baby?” he asked between kisses, licking into her mouth. “Thinking about me ever since that match? When I saw you cross those pretty little legs in the front row, I knew you were dripping.”

Her moan caught in his throat.

He chuckled. “I was right, wasn’t I? Poor baby was soaked.”

She nodded, whimpering, pulling him closer by the shirt.

Johnny dragged her shorts down her thighs slowly, pressing kisses up her leg, not stopping until he was face to face with her pussy — soaked through her panties.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “You’re already messin’ up your underwear. You need me that bad?”

“Johnny—please—”

He smirked, pulling them down with his teeth. “Say it, sweetheart. Say you want me to eat this sweet little cunt.”

“I want it,” she whispered, breathless. “I want you.”

That was all he needed.

Johnny dove in like he was starved — tongue flat, licking a stripe up her folds before circling her clit. She gasped, head falling back, hips jerking, one hand gripping the back of the couch, the other clutching at his hair.

“Oh my—Johnny—!”

“Goddamn,” he growled, voice muffled. “Tastes better than I imagined. You hear how wet you are? That’s for me, isn’t it?”

She nodded desperately.

He sucked on her clit, slow and deep, holding her open with one hand and reaching up to squeeze her breast with the other.

Y/N was already falling apart.

“You’re shaking,” he said, mouth still working her. “You gonna cum, Princess? So soon? That’s okay. Let me have it. Wanna feel you soak my tongue.”

And she did — moaning, thighs squeezing around his head, body trembling while he licked her through it, smug and hungry.

When he finally pulled back, chin glistening, he looked up at her wrecked expression and kissed his way back up her body.

“Still want more?”

She blinked at him, dazed and needy. “Yes. Please.”

Johnny groaned, reaching down to undo his jeans. “Fuck. You’re gonna ruin me.”

He pulled out his cock, thick and hard, flushed at the tip. Her eyes widened.

“Oh…”

“Yeah,” he smirked, pumping it slowly. “Didn’t expect this, huh? Poor baby’s never had something this big.”

She whimpered.

He leaned down, kissing her softly. “But you’re gonna take it. I’ll make it fit. Gonna fill this sweet pussy up, stretch you open just right.”

“Okay,” she whispered, trusting and trembling beneath him. “I want it.”

Johnny lined himself up, tip sliding through her slick folds. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright? We go slow.”

She nodded.

And then he pushed in — slow, deep, inch by inch.

Her gasp was sharp, high-pitched. She clawed at his arms.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted, jaw tight. “You feel that? Gripping me like a fucking vice. Never felt anything like this—fuck—you were made for me.”

She moaned, arching up, overwhelmed.

“Yeah? That good already?” he said, smug. “And I’m not even all the way in. Want more?”

“Please—more—”

He slid the rest in with a groan, bottoming out.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So warm. Can’t believe this pussy’s mine now.”

He started moving, slow thrusts that drove her wild. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, her gasps turning into helpless moans.

“You hear that?” he growled. “That’s the sound of this pussy taking my cock. You love it, don’t you?”

She whimpered a yes, and he leaned in, voice in her ear.

“You were born to be spoiled, Princess. But now? Now you’re mine to spoil and mine to ruin. Gonna make sure you never want anyone else.”

He kept fucking her slow but hard, every thrust hitting deep, every filthy word making her clench around him until she was sobbing, pulling him in tighter.

When she came again, it was loud and messy, hips jerking, whole body shaking.

Johnny cursed, then spilled inside her with a growl, holding her close as they both fell apart.

He didn’t pull out immediately. Just kissed her — slow and soft, thumb stroking her cheek.

“You alright?”

She nodded, tears in her lashes. “That was… that was perfect.”

He kissed her forehead.

“Told you, baby. I’ll always take care of you. But damn,” he smirked. “I kind of love corrupting you.”

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The early morning sun streamed through Johnny’s apartment window, painting the room in soft golds and warm shadows.

Y/N stirred first, still wrapped in Johnny’s sheets, still breathing in the scent of him — clean soap, sweat, leather, and something uniquely him. Her thighs ached deliciously, a slow, throbbing reminder of everything they’d done the night before.

She smiled to herself, cheeks hot even in the quiet.

Johnny’s arm was draped lazily around her waist, his bare chest pressed to her back, the rise and fall of his breath steady and slow. But when she shifted, trying to sit up carefully, his hand flexed against her stomach, voice rough with sleep.

“Where you goin’, Princess?”

She turned her head slightly, already melting at the sound of his gravelly voice.

“I have to sneak back before anyone notices I’m gone,” she whispered with a sheepish little grin. “I’m already pushing it.”

He blinked his eyes open slowly, face sleep-soft but impossibly handsome, hair all messy and dark against the pillow. “Let ‘em notice,” he murmured, pulling her back against him. “You’re glowing anyway. Everyone’s gonna know you got fucked good.”

She let out a scandalized little laugh, slapping his chest. “Johnny!”

He just chuckled, mouth brushing her shoulder. “Not denying it though.”

“I’m sore,” she admitted softly.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, gaze immediately going gentle. “Too much?”

She shook her head, eyes shining. “No. It was perfect.”

He leaned in and kissed her — soft, lazy, sweet. The kind of kiss that said I like waking up next to you.

“Next time, I’ll draw you a bath,” he murmured, fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. “Spoil you right. You deserve that.”

“I already feel spoiled,” she whispered.

He grinned, cocky but tender. “Yeah, well. You make it easy.”

Eventually, he helped her get dressed again — her dress from the night before wrinkled and her hair slightly messy, though he tried to tame it with his fingers, kissing her on the nose as he did.

“You’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

She blushed, ducking her head.

He walked her to the door, hoodie draped around her shoulders, hand lingering at the small of her back.

“Text me when you’re in, yeah? And ice your thighs if they’re sore.”

She turned around at the door, grinning. “How would I explain that?”

He smirked, leaning in, mouth brushing her ear. “Tell them you went horseback riding.”

She giggled, kissed his cheek, and disappeared down the hallway, heart thudding.

Johnny stood at the door for a moment, watching the empty space she left behind.

He was screwed. So far gone for her.

And he didn’t want to stop falling.

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[johnjaennie]

BIG BOY JOHNNY ❤️‍🔥

vc to reneejsuh 🖤

[espresseo-cafe]

[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.

“be thankful we’re watching zootopia tonight, y/n.”

[wglim]

[ 09:45 pm ] johnny used his teeth to pull his pink lower lip into his mouth, his eyes drinking in the sight he'd walked in on. seeing you spread out stop your shared bed like that, he couldn't look away. he allowed his gaze to trail downward, stopping at your core. your pussy was on display, your fingers pushing past your sopping folds again and again.

noting that you failed to notice his presence, he simply leaned against the door frame. your eyes shut, he was able to observe without question. for a few moments before fully entering the bedroom, he silently watched as you pleasured yourself, his cock hardening within his jeans. the way your head was tossed back onto the pillow causing a knot to form within his stomach, the arch in your back causing it to tighten.

his gravelly voice broke apart your small gasps; his words caused you to instinctively retract the two fingers you had buried in your tight cunt. you shot up on the bed and tried to ignore the searing heat that could be felt in your cheeks. there was no point in hiding, for he had already seen everything you had to offer so, so many times. instead, you worried about looking too flustered, not wanting him to know you were so embarrassed about what he'd stumbled upon.

"princess," he scolded, his tone light and teasing. you could see the amusement in his chocolate eyes, accompanied by the prominent desire.

"i don't think you're doing that quite right, baby," whilst approaching the bed, his gaze never left yours for a second. upon reaching you, he slowly leaned in close, his lips meeting the shell of your ear as one of his hands fell over your own, "you aren't making those loud, lovely sounds i like to hear."

after realizing you were far too embarrassed to do so without any assistance, he guided your hand back to it's previous resting place on your pussy. with two of his fingers, you were slowly assisted in masturbating yourself.

his eyes bore holes into your skull, intent on not blinking, for he may miss your precious reaction.

"lie back and let me take care of you," he instructed, utilizing his free hand to ease you back onto the mattress, "let me make you scream."