[11:15pm] you gasp for breath as he moves down to your jaw, your face blushed and hot. he starts leaving soft kisses down your neck, stopping at your collarbones, sucking on them while leaving small bites and whispering, “my baby.” all you can do is watch the ceiling as johnny worships you. his big hands on you, one gripping your waist while the other holds your jaw, making his way down. your breathing starts to pick up and he seems to notice as he reaches his face back up to capture your lips with his in a small but breathtaking kiss. “i love you.” he says on your lips. resuming his position, he starts to say, “tell me if you can’t handle it or if you need me to stop. i want to make you feel good baby. you deserve to feel good. you’re so beautiful.” he explains as he leaves kisses on your stomach, making his way down. “my perfect babygirl.”
SUMMARY : Johnny Seo had always been your guilty pleasure, he was the one thing you craved but couldn’t have. He was always in the back of your mind, reminding you what his touches felt like and how good he could make you feel. But tonight, for the first time in months he was here before you, his hands on your body in the ways that you have fantasied about for all these months. But once a fuck boy always a fuck boy, it looked like some things really never did change.
[Part 2, here]
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Your friend Mi Rae invited you to this party weeks ago, at the time you were totally up for it, but now you were actually here you were wishing to be anywhere else.
After a couple of hours of so called ‘mingling’ you find yourself leaning across the counter island in the kitchen, your hand absentmindedly stirring the straw of your drink as you lazily scan the crowd of rowdy party-goers. It had been about ten minutes since Mi Rae had practically dragged for boyfriend by his ears towards the living room which was serving as the dance floor tonight.
You blow out a breath from your nose before you suck up the contents of your red solo cup through the straw, you had come to the conclusion that frat parties were in-fact boring. The bitter liquid from your cup burns as it slips down your throat causing your face to contort. You continue to watch everyone around you as you impulsively chew on your straw, blowing out one final breath you turn on your heels in attempt to find Mi Rae, it was time to call it a night. Just as you begin to turn your body, the alcohol in your system gets the better of you and knocks you askew.
You struggle to remain upright on your heeled wedges and lose your balance completely, your hands reach out and latch onto the nearest object they can find. Much to your embarrassment, it was your ex-boyfriends confused gaze that meets your own. You internally scald yourself, out of all the people you crash into it has to be Johnny-Fucking-Seo.
Though you mutually chose to break up a little over six months ago, it was still awkward. Your relationship with Johnny albeit was short it was passionate and was something that you didn't regret, at all. But seeing him again like this stirred up feelings within you that you thought you’d buried deep within you.
You couldn’t believe that being around him still had the same effect on you, your face was red raw within a second of being this close to him, your neck flushing as his large palms slip around your waist and haul your limp body against his. His dark eyes find yours after a moment and strip you completely bare, your tongue feeling thick in your mouth as you struggle to formulate a sentence.
‘‘Shit!’’ You blurt. ‘’J-johnny, I didn’t mean-’’ You continue but he cuts you off.
‘‘Y/N?’‘ He chuckles.
You fight to regain control of your stunned face as you’re well aware of his hands on you. They grip at the bare skin of your waist, the flimsy crop top you chose to wear means his hands easily find their way to your exposed skin.
‘‘What are you doing here?’‘ He questions, pulling you from your daze, his dark eyebrows knitted together as his eyes search yours.
‘‘E-erm, I came here with friends’‘ You murmur, looking away from his burning gaze to where his hands were plastered to your skin.
‘‘Which friends?’‘ He snaps back, his tone a little more demanding, his grip tightening for a second. ‘‘Those slutty friends of yours that are always trying to get laid or have you made some decent friends in the last six months’‘ He continues, his tone clipped.
His words anger you instantly and remind you of exactly why you broke up in the first place. Your head whips up to meet his and you instantly regret your decision as his face his mere inches from yours, his eyes testing. His lips twitch into a smirk as he feels you squirm in his grasp.
‘‘What?’‘ You start to shout but all resolve dies on your tongue as he continues to stare down at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin, doing wild things to your insides.
It had been some time since you felt like this, six months to be exact, Johnny was the last and only person to make you feel like this.
‘‘You know I dont like you hanging around with those girls Y/N’‘ He raises his voice, his face closer than before, breath hot on your face.
‘‘So what?’‘ You fire back almost instantly, your mouth works before your brain but you don’t stop there. ‘‘It’s not like your opinion matters to me anymore Johnny’‘ You keep going, anger radiating from your every pore. ‘‘Its not like your my boyfriend, you dont own me!’‘ You bark, eyes boring into his, chest heaving.
He snickers which only makes you fume more, his eyes blaze into yours, completely setting you on fire and fixing you into place. Your breathing catches in your throat as he slips one of his hands from your waist and stops his fingers just short of the waistband of your skirt. Panic and excitement consumes you as his lips turn into a wolfish grin and he pulls you closer to his body.
‘‘Are you sure my opinion doesn’t matter princess’‘ He smirks, his lips so close to your own. ‘‘So, if I told you that you looked stunning tonight, that this outfit did wonders to your figure but would look so much better on my bedroom floor’‘ He practically growls, his eyes still intensely set on yours.’‘That seeing you in this short skirt and scrap of cotton you call a shirt was making my cock hard, making me want to fuck the living daylights out of you... that you wouldn’t listen to me, that it wouldn’t even matter to you because after all its just my opinion?’‘ He smirks, his tone low and husky causing a shiver to run down your spine.
He knew exactly what he was doing and he was doing it well.
Before you can even process his words he’s twisting you from his embrace, your back now flush to his chest ,his hands still toying with the waistband of your skirt. He pulls you closer to his body and you feel his indeed hard cock against your ass causing you to almost squeal aloud. You squeeze your thighs together and attempt to swallow the moan that is bubbling inside of you as you feel his hot breath against the shell of your ear.
‘‘Hmm, I think that my opinion does still matter to you Y/N’‘ He whispers against your ear causing your whole body to tremble beneath his grasp. ‘‘You’re still so responsive to me’‘ He continues, that darned smirk still apparent in his voice as he presses his cock harder against your ass.
You curse your body as you grind yourself against him, waves of heat crashing over you, threatening to drown you, a moan dances on your lips and is just about to escape when his grip tightens on your hips.
‘‘One more thing Y/N’’ He breathes. ‘‘I will, always, own you’‘ He growls snapping the elastic of your waistband against your skin before he pulls himself away from you and turns you to face him once again. ‘‘Its nice to see that some things never change’‘ He chuckles, his face inches from yours, his hands on your midriff once again.‘‘Tell me Y/N, are you wet for me now?’‘ He whispers close to your lips.
Your brain grinds to a halt at his words, what the fuck was he doing to you?
‘‘What?!’‘ You gasp, coming back to your senses and trying to slip from his grasp.
‘‘I don’t even know why I’m asking, I already know you are’‘ He laughs.
Actually fucking laughs.
‘‘Just look at you, the fucked out look in your eyes says it all, the way your thighs are pressed together so tight, like a vice and your bottom lip has been between your lips this whole time’‘ He prompts, his hand leaving your waist to pull your lip from your mouth. ‘’This’’ He breathes. ‘’This was always my favourite’’ He continues, before crashing his lips to yours.
His tongue hungrily invading your mouth, your bottom lip sucked into his mouth, he sucks and nips at your lip causing you to moan into his mouth. Your thighs move on their own accord trying to create some much needed friction at your core as his hands squeeze at your ass, his crotch pressed against you once again.
No more than a second later he pulls away, leaving you completely breathless, a triumphant smirk finds its way to his lips. Your whole body aches for more of his skilled touch as you reach out for him but he grasps your hands and holds them against your sides.
‘‘It was nice to see you Y/N. Hopefully I’ll see you around’‘ He coos, full blown smirk still present on his lips.
With wide eyes you stare at him as he leans into you again and places a lingering kiss against your lips, you try to deepen it but he simply chuckles in response, pulling his lips away from you and resting his forehead against yours.
‘‘Hmm, still so responsive Y/N’‘ He breathes turning you inside out. ‘’See you around doll’’ He mischievously chuckles, his dark eyes sparkling, his grin wide showcasing all of his perfectly white straight teeth as he turns his back to you and allows the crowd to swallow him up.
You stand on shaky legs as you watch his retreating form, your fingers dig into your thighs, your chest heaving in a mix of anger and lust. Your core heats at the mere thought of Johnny, another wave of pleasure rolls over you and hits you straight in your sex, you squeeze your eyes tight and blow out a shaky breath.
‘‘Damn you, Johnny-Fucking-Seo’‘ You breathe as your core begins to pulsate, moisture spreading between your thighs... it was going to be a long torturous night.
