Anything for You - Demon! Jung Jaehyun x Witch! Fem Reader
Pairing: Demon! Jung Jaehyun x Witch! Fem Reader
Warnings: slightly mature, strong language, a bit of cursing
Synopsis: you were one of the most powerful witches of your generation. But when an evil witch that was over a thousand years old is taking over, you had no choice but to sign your freedom away to the devil himself
A/N: yes, yes, I know, another Jeong fic after a month of nothing. I'm so sorry T^T But this man literally lurked in my dream the other day like a demon (pun, intended) and I just had to write a quick something :')
Even after years of experiencing multiple hardships, fighting against some of the most powerful supernatural creatures, nothing has really prepared you or your friends to face off against the most powerful witch; because even in death, this witch is just as threatening as she is alive.
Even if you were dubbed as one of the most powerful witches to live, you were still unmatched with a witch that is over a thousand years old, who had no problem coming back alive thanks to a mishap spell caused by a mediocre witch that was just toying around.
You and your friends tried everything. Ever spell from every grimoire that was available. Every dark object that could possibly suppress the witch’s magic. Alas, none has come close to even so much putting a scratch on her skin. Even if they do, she would easily heal herself without needing much energy, as if she was a completely different supernatural creature.
When you all tried to fight back, she would hit back 7x just as hard. Yet, none of you wanted to give up. All of you stood your ground to fight back. But with every blow, all of your powers and energy were decreasing by the second. Seeing all your friends on the ground whilst you were barely standing was the final straw for you. You had to use your last resort.
With what little energy you had left, you managed to protect your friends and bring them to safety. You hurriedly healed them then put a cloak over the safe house that you were in before rushing out the door to go to your last resort.
You didn’t want to have to use this option. Hell, you never even considered this an option in the first place. But when you’re put into the real deal, things change and in the end, sacrifices must be made. Sacrificing your freedom and your whole being to the devil whose attention and affection you’ve caught, in return for his help, his power.
You’ve met the devil once before. Hell, you helped him once and in return he provide you a proposal. A proposal that you swore would be kept locked behind the back of your mind, never to be opened or used. Ever. Until today that is.
You ran as fast as you could. Not caring that you were still injured all over. Every second that passes could mean death to another person. You kept running and searching until you arrived at the very spot where you first met him. You called out to the nickname/human name that he told you whenever you needed him.
After the 9th time, you were suddenly teleported to a dark void. You used your magic to create a small light sphere to give you some light and way but when you cast the spell, instead of a light sphere, a wholeass spotlight shone. You turned and saw where a throne with your name on it where the light shone.
Seeing the throne with your name made your entire physical and spiritual being shivered. Especially when you realised that this is the choice you made in order to save everyone. Taking a deep breath, you started walking towards the throne. With every step you took, you became closer to signing away your freedom, body and spirit.
Slowly and steadily, you walked your way and finally reached the throne. Turning around, you took another deep breath, closed your eyes and finally sat on the throne. A tear escaped your left eye the moment your butt touched the cold metal. But at the same time, you felt a familiar presence behind you. A cold yet warm hand crept your left cheek, wiping away the tear as a hot breath followed by a familiar baritone voice on your left neck.
“You called for me…But not in the way that I hoped you to do so. I had hoped that you would accept my proposal and see you in a different situation. But it appears that things have taken a turn, haven’t they? Tell me, what’s the reason you accept my offer?” He spoke, you could feel his sharp chin on the crook of your neck, making you shiver
“Y-you know why I’m here” you started. “I need your help. I need you. I need your power. Your protection. Not for myself. For everyone else. There is evil lurking, walking around the earth. Going against every nature’s rule. Throwing the world off of balance. I’m here to ask you. No. Beg for you. In return, I’ll accept your offer. To stand by you. To allow you to own me. Mind, body, soul. As long as you would allow me to roam around freely on my birthday. That’s all I ask of you” you truthfully explained to him
As you wait for his response, you grow even more nervous. Especially when you felt his long, thick fingers trace the top of your head, down to your cheeks and finally found their home on your chin, forcing you to look at him for the first time in a long time.
“What’s my name, love?” he asked, his dark eyes were soft looking into yours
“Jaehyun…” you breathed out, a smile was now forming on his face, sweet dimples contrasting the other features of his face
“I wanted you to accept my proposal under different circumstances. Because of your own will” Jaehyun started. “If it’s not by my own will, I wouldn’t be here” you countered, making Jaehyun chuckle
“I meant that you want to be with me in exchange for anything you could’ve wanted and more. Not because you were forced to, love” Jaehyun replied, slowly letting your chin go as he made his way in front of you. “W-what are you? A-are you not going to help me? After what you promised…” you argued but Jaehyun quickly shut you up by trapping you between himself and the throne you were on
“I’m a fair person, love. I know what I promised. But it seems you have mistaken my promise and proposal. My promise was to return your act of kindness towards me. Consider it a one-of-a-kind wish. You could wish for all the evil people dead but that’s it. Just one wish. My proposal, on the other hand, gives you about the same power I have. Provides you with my protection. No matter where you are, or who you are up against. Immortality. However, my proposal requires you to be by my side, forever. Whenever I call upon you, you will come and answer to me. But that doesn’t mean that you won’t get the freedom you so love. I’ve watched over you whenever I get the chance, darling. Why do you think you survived better than your little friends?” Jaehyun explained, making you confused
“It’s alright, darling. I’ll let this one slide since you were honest and sincere to me. One of the things I love about you” Jaehyun caressed your cheek, making you feel healed and safe instantly
“We’ll talk about the proposal some other time. Perhaps I was too quick on it as well. I should do what humans do nowadays, hmm? What are they called? Taking you out on a date? But first” Jaehyun cupped your cheek, his eyes turned darker. “Tell me exactly what happened. What is the wish you desire? And who the hell dared to lay their hands on you? Hurt you. And made you cry?!” Jaehyun demanded, his touch was gentle but his words were like a time bomb. One wrong move and it’s over.
A/N: hellow everyone. Yes. I am alive (sort of). Gosh, November flew so quickly T^T especially after I watched my first concert ever, NCT 127 THE LINK. Let me just say that I don't regret any second of the concert, from getting the ticket up until the concert itself. While it wasn't the best first concert (am not gonna say anything because it was worldwide news T^T), I was truly happy being able to see NCT 127 perform live and enjoy the concert with fellow nctzens. Hopefully, I'll be able to watch them again (SMTOWN!! AMEN). I hope that you all are well and thank you for reading my fanfics, I truly appreciate all of you 🥹🫶 Stay safe and healthy :) xoxo Vinet
⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut (18+), Aged Up! Demon! Johnny, Biblical References, Manipulation, Unprotected Sex, Daddy Kink, Dacryphilia, Cum Play
At last, his lonely days are over.
Everything happened in slow motion, you looked at him, he looked at you. Classical love at first glance--kind of tacky, sappy, romantic shit. It was like being reborn, it was like he never ever actually fell. It was like heaven never really closed its gates for him after all.
It was like maybe everything about himself known to man was false. He’ll always be god’s most beautiful angel, but—it was like he never fell from heaven, he never betrayed every angel, he never ruled hell, he never lived in hell, he never lived in sin, he never was the Devil himself.
Then you flashed him such a charming smile and stood up. He noticed every single detail in your actions, you pulled your skirt down when you stood up and then you outstretched your hand politely to him just milliseconds after him. His brain was working in autopilot mode.
Talk about the Devil being in love. You’re his starting...now.
He shot you his wide, 60’s old-Hollywood moviestar, heartbreaker of a smile. Because of course, the Devil has to keep his cool. It’s almost written in his DNA. If he even has such a thing.
He shook your hand politely, confidently, he was never going to wash his hand again. (He’s kidding, hopefully) The butterflies in your stomach decided to say hello to you when your hand touched his.
He introduced himself with his usual amount of condescending attitude and confidence because who would simply say “Hey, I’m Satan…you?” So, he continued his usual talk of introducing himself--his name, what most people call him by, what he does (he’s the CEO and founder of this quote, “Stupid human company”), and he ends it with “I look forward to working with you, y/n.”
And with that, he went into his office out of boredom. The spacious, window covered office where he resided with the shiny plaque on his desk informing everyone about the name of the devil himself and what he does. He sat back in his chair, propping his feet up on his desk and let his glasses fall down to the tip of his nose. He was going to fall asleep but you just had to call his name so perfectly.
Damnit, he loved the way his name just rolled off your tongue. With a raised eyebrow, he looked up at you and tilted his head to the side. “What can I help you with, honey?” was what rather sensually left his mouth leaving you in a flustered state, exactly how he wanted to see you.
From that day on, he was patient with you. Doing everything in his power (which was in fact everything) to make you naturally fall in love with him. Who would want to be stuck with someone for eternity if they didn’t simply naturally love them. Naturally, the Devil would call his right hand man? More like his right hand demon man.
“You wouldn’t mind taking this to the big man, would you?”
“Oh sure,”
Was exactly how the Devil’s right hand demon man would be of help. Now, demons don’t necessarily do the whole “friendship” thing but, who would deny Satan?
Taking the form of a 25-year-old coworker— Jaehyun, a demon who's most commonly known as (as expected) Jaehyun, the demon of lust, did his best to play matchmaker with, well…a college student and an eons old demon a.ka. Satan, a.k.a very much not Lucifer.
A.k.a.—Johnny J. Suh, Satan.
Lucifer is simply a myth because who on this Earth would guess the man who held all their fears and worst nightmares in the palm of his hands was named Johnny. Who would believe the devil himself always took the form and played the role of the forever rich thirty-seven year old CEO and founder of a luxury company?
Now, surprisingly the Devil is a patient man. During your time with him in the so-called “dating stage”, as much as he wanted to corrupt you into oblivion, he didn’t. Like the shocking gentleman he was, he waited until the both of you were mortally married (and demonically married, more like bonded) first.
And as a wedding gift per se, your devoted husband gifted you, well—and island. Only, the island was a complete gateway (maybe highway) to hell. Now that he has you here, there was absolutely no going back.
To put it simply, Satan has fallen in love and won't ever let go of you who's a complete human who'll die someday. But you won't—he'll make you a demon in three, two, one…
“Ow,” you muttered to yourself. You had no idea where you were or exactly how you got here. The room was hot, red with black accents, and rather dim. A sting erupted on your wrists when you realized they were tied together and to put a cherry on top of your whole situation, you were only dressed in a skimpy dress matching the color scheme of the room.
“Johnny?” you called out in a small voice with small hope that someone (particularly your husband) would hear you.
Someone did hear you. With a hum a familiar face peeped in, Jaehyun. “Oh cool, you're awake. I'll get John,” he muttered to himself, his hair slicked back and he was dressed in a suit and you honestly didn't know why your favourite co-worker was here too. About a million questions were—
“Rise n’ shine, babydoll,” Johnny grinned, walking into the room and bending down to peck your lips. “I bet a million questions are runnin’ through that cute lil’ head of yours.”
You stared at him in shock, his eyebrow cocked up. “What? Surprised I can read your mind?” he chuckled. Nodding back, you gulped audibly. To make matters worse, you were struggling to maintain eye contact with your own husband. “W-What am I doing here, Johnny?”
And with your question, everything was answered. You're here because Johnny is Satan, he just made you his wife hours ago, he also took you to hell to make you his wife hours ago and, he made you a demon. To recap, you're the Devil's wife now…and kind of a demon.
“I know it's a lot to process,” he said, giving you a crooked smile before suddenly appearing laid back against the headboard of the bed. “Being a demon's not that hard, unless you're like me.” he said proudly, muttering the last part. Admit it, being Satan is hard.
“So we’re in h-hell?”
“Mhm, don't wanna be?”
You nodded, “It's kinda…hot and…” you trailed off, shrugging your shoulders.
Johnny quickly snapped his fingers. Now you two were in a different room, it was brighter and more warm than hot with windows. “Thanks” you mumbled, looking around the room before an odd feeling erupted inside of you.
Johnny was silently chuckling behind your field of vision, working his unlimited demon magic on you.
The feeling began in the air you breathed, soon going down your spine like a chill, and finally residing in the area that now ached the most. You whimpered at the feeling—the moment Johnny could sense what he'd done, he smiled wide. “Are you alright, baby?” he asked with faux concern lacing his voice, his finger directing your chin to look at him. Only then did Johnny truly realize how much larger he was compared to you.
You avoided eye contact with him, your breathing ragged. “N-no…” you whimpered shakily “f-feels weird down there.”
“Here?” he said, his hand rubbing your tummy, anticipating your every move. You shook your head, “L-lower,”
“Here?” he asked when he moved his hand down just a smidge, you shook your head once more. “No~” you inhaled sharply before holding his wrist and moving it down where it ached. “Here.”
Johnny let out a hum of mocking realization.“My baby's pussy hurts?” he asked, rubbing over your clothed cunt making you moan. Slowly, you could feel every thought in your head become blurry and all of your attention was focused on Johnny. He was making you dumb, so very dumb.
Snaking his arm around your waist, he pulled you towards where he sat against the headboard. His lips were right against your neck, “You gonna answer me?” You whimpered at the feeling of him being so close to you. “W-What did…did you say?” you asked, squirming from his touch.
“I said,” he began, his usual dark eyes brightening to a shade of red, “Does my baby’s pussy hurt?”
Quickening the way he rubbed your clothed area, you could only moan and whine for him louder. “Bet my little baby’s pussy’s just aching for me, huh?” he groaned in your ear with a smile, “You’re just aching for me aren’t you, that’s why you keep fuckin’ tellin’ me it hurts.”
“Y-Yes!” you cried out, sweat collecting on your forehead while you got lost in the feeling of nothing but Johnny.
“I can make it hurt a lot more, honey,” he snickered, the hand that was once around your waist was now touching your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of a nightdress. “Tell me how much you just hurt, honey. Tell me how much you ache for me.”
“I- I hurt so much…s-so, so much…”
Unbeknownst to you, Johnny was corrupting your mind so easily—without the use of any Satanic power he held, except for one.
“Hurts s-so much, D-Daddy~” you whined, the name flying out of your mouth all thanks to Satan himself. Biting back a smile, Johnny rubbed up and down your clothed slit, feeling the wet spot that formed near the area.
“You want Daddy to make it feel better?” he asked, kissing all over your neck, making you say yes. Within less than a second, Johnny’s face was right by your heat, pulling down your soiled panties with his teeth—now dimmer red eyes looking straight into yours reading every single whiny thought that ran through your head. He groaned at the sight of your soaked panties, a string of your arousal connecting to your underwear appearing. Johnny carefully removed the skimpy clothing you wore (the entirety of your flimsy clothing arranged by Jaehyun) and looked at you the way every girl wanted to be looked at. When your eyes met his, he smiled at you. The wide, 60’s old-Hollywood moviestar, heartbreaker of a smile. A strand of hair falling perfectly on his forehead before he winked.
Johnny dictated your actions before you could even form a thought. Looping your finger in his belt loops, you pulled him towards you. Your hands were shaky as they traveled absentmindedly, unbuttoning Johnny’s shirt and hastily throwing it into the void of the room. Your hands then traveled to his pants. Your eyes were widening as you were unbuckling his pants, unzipping his pants, and before you knew it—he was in his boxers. You stared at him with wide eyes while he simply stared right back with a condescending smile on his face.
You pouted up at him. “Please make it…make it stop hurting Daddy” you whined, not sure why you seemed to have forgotten every word to properly use. Grabbing him closer to you, you smashed your lips onto his, not caring if you looked like a whore.
Johnny smiled, deciding to hear your thoughts at that moment. “You’re a pretty whore, baby.” he grinned, pulling away from your grasp. “You’re a pretty whore just for me—my pretty whore, right?” he teasingly questioned, removing his boxers quicker than light could travel. Your eyes immediately wanted to travel down but the sudden placement of your tied wrists being held above your head changed that. You looked at Johnny with pleading eyes, “Please fuck me~”
The apparent demon above you hummed in faux thought. “Gimme one damn good reason why I should when I could just fuck your pretty thighs and watch you gush out all over me.” he taunted, his eyes glowing red once more.
Throwing all your shame out of the window and into the sea that surrounded the island you were on, tears started welling up in your eyes. (Talk about being overwhelmed)
“I’ll b-be a whore,” you shakily spoke. “I- I’ll be your whore~!” you squealed at the end of your sentence as Johnny rubbed the tip of his dick up and down your pussy, spreading your arousal everywhere.
“Almost there, honey,” he said, a slight tone of impatience tinting his voice “Just missin’ one more thing.”
Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, it came to you. “I’ll be your pretty whore Daddy,” As you spoke, he slowly inched inside of you, the tightness of you not daring to stop him as he was now nearly half way in. You were panting almost, the feeling of being stretched out making you lightheaded and slightly dizzy. It took Johnny a simple thought for your wrists to now be tied to the headboard as his hands spread your legs as far as they could go.
And at last, your lonely days are over.
Everything happened in slow motion, he looked at you, you looked at him. Classical love at first glance—kind of tacky, sappy, romantic shit. It was like being reborn, it was like you never ever lived the correct life for you. It was like heaven opened its gates for you after all, but hell actually opened its gates for you.
Johnny knew this, Johnny could see this, Johnny could taste this—all of this happening in his head. The harder he fucked you, the more hot tears fell from your eyes, the eyes that looked up at him with hearts. But honestly, you were looking all and around him (and at him) with hearts in your eyes. It was the sweetest thing Johnny’s ever seen.
Your wrists were rubbing together with the silk as Johnny made you squirm into the bed, “Dad…Daddy, s-so good,”
“Yeah?” Johnny groaned (though it was almost a whimper). “Tell me about it sweetheart, h-how…how g-good is Daddy makin’ you feel?” he groaned again, interlocking his arms with your legs while he watched you struggle and hiccup on your own words.
“Y-You make me feel…f-feel so, sooo good Daddy~” you whined out, clenching around him when the tip of his dick barely hit your cervix. Suddenly, you fluttered your wet eyelashes at him. “Are…a-are you go-gonna cum inside me, Daddy?”
Johnny groaned at your words before his eyes flashed a bright red again. “Course I am, baby, wouldn’t want it any other way.” he chuckled.
You threw your head back at his words, tugging on your restraints as your nails dug into the palm of your hands. Your breaths became ragged and your small squeals grew louder.
A feeling you weren’t quite used to was bubbling in your tummy, only—you knew exactly what this feeling was.
“D-Daddy…Daddy, m’gonna…m-m’gonna cum, m’gonna cum~!” you cried out, tears flowing down like a river from your face, your own cum gushing all out onto Johnny’s dick and your back arched as far as it could go. You were cumming hard. Johnny didn’t have to listen into your minds to know that there were absolutely no thoughts in there except for thoughts of him. He watched in complete awe as your entire form shook beneath him and the headboard threaten to break as you pulled so harshly on it. He could feel your walls fluttering and gushing around his dick, relishing in the feeling he’d cum just in the middle of your own orgasm causing your moans to grow. Nothing but chants of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ever left your mouth.
“S’okay, baby,” Johnny groaned, the last of his cum shooting inside you while he moaned into the kisses he planted on your tear-stained cheeks. “You did so fuckin’ well for me,” he sighed contently, everything around the both of you being at peace with a simple snap of Johnny’s finger. The room was clean and you and Johnny were clothed, now it was just you and the sound of the ocean.
Within Johnny’s embrace, you hummed in thought. “Why does everything you want just happen when you snap your fingers?”
He shrugged, “Demon thing, I guess. S’probably some Satan thing.”
You hummed again. Another wave of a feeling fell over you and sooner than later you were all over Johnny yet again.
While the happenings between you and Johnny seemed serene, Johnny knew there was much more to such an event like this. He knew exactly what was happening up there and he could only smile when you kissed him, knowing what discourse was occurring.
“What on Earth is happening?” an angel somewhere up in there questioned amongst the chaos and rumors being spread about, well, Satan. Everyone was looking down at him, like literally. But, god only shrugged and scolded all of the nosy angels away.
You have 2 angels, which is not that special since everyone does.
Only for you, you could talk to them. As a matter of fact, you could even play video games with them.
You startled your family when you asked who was the twins inside your room when you woke up from a fatal surgery due to a car crash. The first thing you muttered after the surgery was “Who are they?” paired by pointing at the couch on the wall containing nothing but pillows- to your family’s perspective.
When your family left that night, you were able to talk to them, finding out they were your ‘conscience’ (per Winwin) and/or ‘angels’ (per Sicheng)
After rolling his eyes and releasing a sigh, Winwin (you note the brooding and rebel wannabe like one) nodded and said with reluctance “Yeah yeah sure, we’re your angels”
It has been months after the accident that wasn’t supposed to be an accident, but your end. But a specific twin decided you were too young to die and did one of the most illegal things in their line of work- stop death from taking you.
Now, the angel is banished and Winwin, the ‘conscience’ and not an angel one, decided to spend majority of his time in the human world while Sicheng was awaiting his final judgement from above.
“The female’s attire, it’s, it’s not appropriate for a fight.” Winwin said as he flicked through the selection of Tekken characters. Sicheng on the other hand already has a character locked in- Devil Jin.
“This is highly absurd, does this mean that if I will choose a lady as a character, the game will still let me fight a 400 Pounds looking man? With Black wings and-” Winwin squinted, leaning to the tv “-Are those chains around his body?”
“Yes, now go and pick a damn character.” But knowing he won’t, you picked a character for him, he ended up with Panda.
Sicheng was anxiously pushing the buttons of the controller already, even talking some angst between him and Winwin as the game starts.
Laid back with your hot drink in hand, you enjoyed watching your Two angels fight. You liked how normal it looks yet, the air is different, literally. Everytime they’re together, the air is always fighting between warmth and cold.
You were cheering on Sicheng, who was winning, when your eyes made contact to the wall and there, saw the calendar.
Time flies by so fast you didn’t realize it was already October 29th, the judgement for Sicheng will be revealed by the 31st. He would either be pardoned and be let back in at heaven, though if that happens he would never handle human business anymore. Or he would end up down there, the one below.
Either way, you’re going to lose him. No, both of them. Winwin presented himself to be Sicheng’s ‘guard’ in the human world while the judgement is being thought about. As soon as Sicheng’s results will come out, Winwin will leave too.
That’s a reality you already knew, it was hard to accept but you manage to do so.
Still, that wasn’t what keeps you up at night.
It was the fact that after Sicheng’s results will be revealed, whatever it will be, your memories of both of them will be wiped out for eternity.
I want you. I want you? The words flowed through your head, shocked but more so confused. Why did he want you? How did he know who you were?
“Me? Why?” You asked.
“I’ve been watching you, you’re quite an interesting creature" he purrs.
“How did you find me?” You ask, curiously.
He smirks at you. “Your family home. Your sister?” He admits. The memory flooding your brain immediately knowing what he was talking about.
10 months ago you had gone home to visit your family. Your sister had been acting strange and when you asked your parents about it, they just shrugged it off to her being a typical teenager.
One night you had gotten up around 3am to grab a glass of water. You walked by your sisters room and heard some extremely strange noises, almost like chanting coming from inside. Slowly you opened the door, and you saw your sister sitting there, candles surrounding her as she chanted something. She never saw you, and you never saw anyone else in the room. You had quickly shut the door and went back to your room, terrified to fall back asleep that night.
In the morning you had told your parents about what you’d saw but when you all went to ask her about it, she was gone. You’d never really heard from her since. The last you had heard, she had joined some satanic cult and was not the sister you remembered.
“I didn’t see you in her room" you whisper, refusing to look the handsome man in the face. “What’s your name?” you question.
“Johnny.” He answers. “You might not have seen me, but I saw you. I was immediately captivated by you, like I said, you’re quite interesting.” He told you again. “I’ll see you soon, love” his voice rings, and like that, he’s gone.
You couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. Your alarm clock blaring at 630am would be the death of you. As you got up to get ready for work, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How were you interesting? You didn’t really do much. You worked, partied a little but that was about it. You mostly hung out with Baekhyun.
Baekhyun. You needed to get to work as fast as you could, you had to tell him that the summon in the book worked.
You huffed as you entered the building, taking deep breaths on the elevator as you tried to catch your breath.
“Baekhyun! Baek" you huffed, walking over to his desk as fast as you could. “It.. the.. worked..” you breathed.
“It what?” he asked. “Deep breaths. Use your words" he chuckled.
Glaring at him, you’re finally able go speak. “The summoning book. It worked” you told him.
Baekhyun’s eyes went wide at your confession. “Who came to you.. or what?” He asked.
“It was a..” you pause as you feel a chill up your spine.
“Don’t tell him too much about me" you hear a whisper in your ear.
“A ghost type thing” you say, still feeling Johnny’s presence.
“Did it say why it was haunting you?” he asks. You can hear Johnny chuckle in your ear.
“I was hardly haunting you" he whisper.
“No it didn’t really say much. Just kinda floated there" you say shrugging your shoulders.
“Good girl" Johnny breathes into your ear.
“Well I better get working” you half smile, walking away to your desk. You were a little upset you couldn’t tell your bestfriend exactly what had happened. Well you could have, but for some reason you just wanted to obey Johnny.
**
It was finally Friday and you had invited Baekhyun over for a movie night and some snacks. You usually went out every Friday but tonight you felt like keeping it lowkey and just having a good time.
Baekhyun brought over all your favorite snacks and placed them all on the coffee table before settling in on the couch next to you, while you began to play the movie.
“Which one are we watching again?” he asks.
“Train to Busan" you reply, again.
“Ah yes, right.” He smiles, nervously.
The entire movie you could feel Baekhyun’s eyes in you. Watching you get scared, watching you cry, watching you eating your snacks. By the end of the movie you were uncomfortable to say the least. You and Baekhyun had been friends for a while and he never had done anything like that before.
You stretch your arms while pretending to yawn. “Oh I’m pretty tired" you say, continuing to stretch.
“Yeah, I guess I’m getting tired too. But before I go, I just want to try something” he says, moving towards you.
You freeze at the end of the couch as Baekhyun scoots his way towards you. “What are you doing?” you ask.
“I just need to see something. Stay still" he says, too close to you for your liking. Baekhyun begins leaning into you, his eyes closed and lips puckered. You had never seen Baekhyun like that. You always considered him a friend and nothing more.
“What? No!” you yell, trying to push him away. Baekhyun moves your hands from his chest, and continues trying to kiss you.
“What are you doing! I said no!” you yell. Baekhyun doesn’t let up. Your eyes are closed as tears slip from your face, trying to get him off of you. Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun was stronger than you and continued to push himself onto you, despite your protests.
In a split second, you feel the weight and pressure of Baekhyun’s body off of you and then a slam. Your eyes fly open to see Baekhyun pinned against the wall by an infuriated Johnny. Baekhyun’s eyes were wide, his face white as a ghost, terror spread across his face.
“I believe she fucking told you to stop.” Johnny growled. “How dare you push yourself onto a woman.” He finished.
Baekhyun was speechless as Johnny pinned him, his arm against Baekhyun’s neck.
“Johnny. Johnny" you say, running towards the irate man. Your hand rested on his bicep as you attempted to calm him down.
“He can’t get away with this.” Johnny growled, his eyes red with anger.
“Please just let him go" you say. “He won’t get away with it. Just please” you beg, again.
“I’ll let him go, only if you come with me" he offers.
You only take a second before you give him your answer.
“Okay. I’ll go with you"
