[16:42] boyfriend!johnny was aware that his large physique intimated people. a tall stature he inherited from his parents and his time as an athlete contributed to this. back then, he had been the subject of such rumours that he was a part of a triad during his time in school.
for whatever reason there was, the majority believed it to be true. they’re following the stereotype, he’d say. despite being at the taller side of the height spectrum, it was obvious he would be mistakened to be aloof. in contrast though, he was still well appreciated and respected by everyone.
you were guilty of being a part of the majority for a shortwhile, but those rumours were proven to be false when you discovered something quite surprising. with other people, he was quite cold but friendly. but with you..
.. johnny was a tsundere, and a huge one on that note.
he was misunderstood by many when in reality, he was such a sweetheart and more of a gentleman than others would like to offer. he was just soft for you.
you’ve been his girlfriend and were in a relationship since then and entered your fifth month together. so johnny wanted to hang out at the arcade, saying that the trending reels of alphabet dates inspired him to do so.
good for you since you were looking for some excitement after finishing your graduation papers. it even became more interesting when you spotted your high school friends, majority of them being guys and introduced him to them.
your boyfriend was taken back by this, he didn’t know that you were very friendly with guys. of course he’d understand the nostalgic familiarity you felt.
“babe.” he playfully whined, placing his lips on your head, his hand around your waist. but he felt a little kick in his heart when you slowly entertained them.
“just for a bit, babe. it’s been 10 years.” you locked his hand to yours.
the small talk you had led to the punching machine, knowing that things would get rowdy in a bit. johnny felt a little protective and his hold on your hand tightened that it wasn’t unnoticable for you.
“johnny, was it?” jaebeom started, “fancy a game?” referring to the punching machine.
“yeah, sure.” he coldly accepted, making you raise an eyebrow in a skeptical way.
one by one your high school friends had their turn. johnny stood by the basketball ring machine, one hand on it and another on his hip, observing the guys.
if you remembered correctly, he scored a 961 with people from his 127 filming club. this time the highest score was 943, made by jaebeom. piece of cake, he thought.
folding his sleeve up to his shoulder, you couldn’t help but silently laugh at what your boyfriend was trying to prove.. that he was way stronger than any of them combined.
boom. his punch landed on the bag. the numbers crawled up quickly. johnny was sure he’d at least score 965. when the numbers showed a 949, jaebeom and his friends nodded in pride that your boyfriend was not someone they should mess with.
when you bid your farewells after a 10 minute meeting, you turn to johnny. “what was that all about?” you snickered, cupping his face seeing him all pouty.
he sniffed in a laugh and peeked glances around, making sure you two were alone. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. “whatever you mean?”
you poked his cheek dimples as he smiled and that’s when you figured him out. “you were jealous, weren’t you?”
he hid his face between your neck and shoulder, “mhm. you saw right through me. was i obvious?”
you carressed his hair, he was being a softie when it’s just the two of you. “johnny, babe, it was waayy too obvious.”
he pulled back, smiling at you endearingly. he ran his thumb along your lips before placing his on it. “of course, gotta show ‘em who the alpha is.”
you laughed too loud for your liking, covering your mouth and playfully hit his chest. “oh that’s what it is. i guess i should bark?”
johnny parroted your laugh before challenging you, “can you? bark for me?”
“make me.” you ruffled his hair, making his grip on you tighten.
𝖢𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖤 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀. jannabi
1344𝗐𝖼 (brother's best friend) johnny & (fem) reader non sexual intimacy first time confessions implied yearning lighthearted & sweet
"YOU KNOW, YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL VOICE,"
The compliment falls from the direction of the shower curtain, barely audible over the sound of running water--thudding down upon the bath like an unrelenting storm--and your own voice, consumed in a pretty lilt that rivals a songbird. Despite this, it's meant to be heard. Syllables spoken clearly, shaped in a low baritone that just manages to slip through the droplets and a short intake of breath. Landing in the hollow of your ears where it rings, putting up a fair fight for dominance against your tinnitus. It's not that the praise was unusual (you've had it said to you no less than ten times) but that it was coming from him.
Johnny, who for all intents and purposes, barged into your bathroom without a care in the world. Announcing that your brother wanted to go out and he's hogging his own bathroom, leaving Johnny with the only alternative of using yours to freshen himself up ("Sorry, I can leave if you want," he said, but if you told him to leave--to get out as soon as he stepped foot inside--would that not make whatever exactly it is you feel about him obvious? So you settled for a simple "You're good. I don't mind," instead, as if any amount of faux nonchalance would eventually transform into the real thing). He stayed as if it were something normal for you and he to do, as if he weren't nothing more than a friend of your brothers and therefore not something forbidden and off limits to you (because despite being well into your twenties, your older brother still acts like you're fifteen). A domestic type of intimacy saved for families and lovers, one you've shared a dozen times with others but it never felt quite like this.
"Thank you," under normal circumstances, you would acknowledge his praise only to ignore it--continuing your song without much thought to the words and their owner--but in this one, you find yourself silent. Much too afraid of letting him know just how affected you are by such a simple accolade. Though you suppose he probably already knows, judging by the lightest hint of laughter sounding from your sink.
"Mhm," you can practically see the shrug of his broad shoulders as he leans against your sink, "I used to love that song,"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You'd sing it all the time when guys used to live with your parents,"
If it weren't for the fact that you were standing completely still, like a deer caught in headlights, you're positive you would have slipped and lost your footing. Landing smack on your back and bleeding out against the drain as you replayed his words over and over and over again until his voice became warped and muddied--turning into the steady stream of the shower head. The same words that gave you an inkling of an indication that you haven't been completely out of his sight for the last decade. That he saw you more than just the annoying little sister who occasionally interjected into her brother's conversations to try and make his friends laugh. More than someone in the shadow of her brother, trying to be seen but never succeeding. More than you ever thought. Or at least enough to remember what song you liked to sing.
"I'm surprised you remember that,"
"You shouldn't be," he scoffs and you hear his elbows come to rest upon the countertop of your sink, "I was always paying attention to you,"
It turns out, you didn't have to fall flat on your back to have the wind knocked straight out of your lungs. Johnny was more than capable of doing that with nothing more than seven measly words. Words you've heard a hundred times in a hundred different ways just never in that heart-stoppingly, candid order. You can't tell if it's some sort of confession or just something boys would admit casually to one another, meaning nothing and leading nowhere. But you find yourself fumbling for a foothold--grasping on with a single hand as you choke out a laugh.
It's a laugh Johnny has been on the receiving end of his entire life, the sort where your face is ducked down--hands behind your back as you lean back and forth from heel to toe. A coy smile dancing on your lips, hidden with the angle of your jaw as you do your best to stifle it from becoming something more akin to a grin. Something bashful but not unconfident, flustered but refusing to admit it. A softened, light noise which draws upon a smile of his own as he would knock your shoulder--scrutinizing you with a raised eyebrow and a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes--"Come on, I can make you laugh more than that,"
"To me?" you ask, body finally back in motion as you rinse out your hair for what feels like the umpteenth time--anything to avoid getting out of the shower and having to face him head on, no curtain to duck behind, "Or to my brother and by proxy me?"
"You," he answers as if it were the most natural response in the world, unfettered by any hesitation or thought, "I mean first it was you by proxy but then it was you. By the time we were both in high school," he clarifies, "By the time I liked you,"
"Liked me?" you laugh in an ill attempt to hide the fact that you were still trying to catch your breath and calm your racing heart--it doesn't work as well as you think it does, "First I'm hearing of this,"
"I've said it before," a pause, "I think,"
"I think I would have remembered that. You confessing, I mean,"
"Big moment for you?"
You can practically picture the shit eating grin on his face, like the cat who caught the canary. A sight which, unfortunately for you, only makes the drum of your heartbeat louder. You do your best to force a scowl, furrowing your brows and narrowing your eyes to avoid looking too gleeful at this sudden revelation as you turn the water off. The previous shower reduced to nothing more than a steady drip, drip, drip of the faucet. The bathroom suffocated in a sudden silence, broken only by the scuffling of your attempt to grab your towel and the slightest shift in Johnny's stature.
"Average," you poke your head out (scowl morphing pathetically into an instinctual smile in little less than half a second), hair dripping onto your forehead as you scrutinize him--curtains clutched around your chest.
He's watching you from the mirror, large hand poised against his scalp as he smooths out his hair in long strokes. Movements finely tuned in a practiced precision, capable of repeated perfection without even watching (though he supposes he wouldn't be able to watch even if he wanted to, utterly unable to break your gaze).
"And if I confessed now? Still average?"
You shrug, pawing for your towel before successfully retrieving it and sliding back behind the curtain and away from his prying eyes that make your stomach drop straight to your toes. "Below, probably. Saying it while I'm naked in the shower, not facing you, doesn't exactly earn you any points,"
"Tough crowd," he says, spitting it out on the end of an exhale as if his next words pushed them straight off the tip of his tongue, "I liked you then. Like you now,"
"You've mentioned it,"
Johnny's quick to rebut, "Not the present tense confession. Did I?"
"It was implied. Wishful thinking. And still below average, by the way"
He groans playfully and you can hear subtle noises of his movements as if he were trying to find the right footing. "Then I'll keep saying it until it's show stopping enough for you,"
"You might wear it out, you know."
"Nah," he hums and you can hear the cheeky smile on his lips--pursed around words that are filled with nothing short of an easy confidence, "Not when it's about you."
🦌: i do not care that this reads exactly like my yushi fic sue me i'm a one track mind girl
summary. johnny is a witcher. someone who saves people from monsters. but sometimes the monsters themselves want to save people.
warnings, extras. shirtless johnny (it needs a warning. hes sexy and he knows it.) blood, mentions of death, killing, murder. violence. swearing. an open ending!!! its up to u and ur mind to think how it ended... ~ PLUS! its based on this song but i recommend this whole playlist to listen (while reading to teehee). ALSO not proofread bc i wantred to post it asap lmfaooo
universe. set in the witcher universe. i kinda played with 'the creature' so any fans. shush. i know it dosnt work like that. all the other monsters mentioned are accurate tho. i encourage u to read a lil more abt them if u find urself interestd hehe. spreading my witcher propaganda as usual!
word count + net. 3,751. @kstrucknet, @neocity-net (this is my neo tech game event entry hehe<3)
author's note. i've finally got a chance to write in the witcher au. if u dont know, im a huuuge fan<3 (i even type this w my wolf school keycap staring at me rn). and as rough world is in the witcher, i tried to go for the same vibe in this fic. hence the open ending - just like in the game. you make the choice<3
thank you dearest @slytherinshua for the banner!
johnny is tired. and so is his horse.
he was exhausted from everything. his job, the journey, the people he has met along the way. he just wanted to find a cozy inn and rest. maybe have a beer or two. maybe eat a warm, delicious pork knuckle, glistening from fat in the candle light. with some potatoes and—
"aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!—"
johnny was tired.
but his work duties remain more important than sheer human exhaustion. he's not exactly human, after all.
squeezing his horse's side with his leg and with a kiss to command her to go faster, peaceful trot turned into rushed canter.
the blood-curdling scream was definitely not caused by a mundane thing. after long years of service as a witcher, monster hunter, he got it figured out.
he was still out in the open, riding through green and golden fields of wheat. crows nibbling out worms and seeds started to fly away, startled by the sudden noise of a galloping horse. johnny began to see outlines of houses in the nearest village. the source of the sound must've been somewhere nearby, his abnormal hearing allowed him to localize it faster. pulling the reins sharply, he stalled roach, his horse, to listen in.
"help! somebody help me!!! please, anyone!"
his head turned sharply towards the feminine voice, which was located somewhere in the golden fields of wheat. his cat-alike pupils became as thin as a slit, focus kicking in. he could sense a tender rumbling of eight legs. arachas.
a creature also called crab spider. large, eight legs, highly venomous with sharp teeth, protected by shell-like armor. on the other hand, slower than foglets or vampires of various kinds. and also, they were easy to kill: you just had to aim from the side or the back, where the armor didn't reach. with a silver sword, of course.
silver was for monsters. steel for humans.
squeezing the sides of his horse once again, roach's rhythm swiftly turning into gallop. the crops were tall and their blades brushed the horse's body as it lurched forward. in one, smooth motion johnny reached his hand back to grab his sword. due to the impact of the fast ride, the sword jumped out of the case and johnny gripped its handle.
the dark crows circled in the air, observing. as if hoping the witcher won't be fast enough and they will have a tasty dinner.
"not today" johnny grunted to himself, the tall, golden grass bending out and slowly showing him the victim, fallen on the ground. and the monster in all its (dis)might.
the poor woman was pale, johnny could hear her thumping heart as clear as bells in a church ringing on sunday.
johnny rose his hand up and swung his sword, the sunlight reflecting on its surface. the arachas moved, circling around the woman. if only it doesn't charge at the woman, it all ought to be under johnny's control. as always.
the insectoid was about to move between the woman and the witcher, moving in round circles. its jaws were open, about to spit venom. one step closer, two heartbeats in, and one swing of a sword. the monster will be out.
the ground was shaking, dust dancing in the air around the stomped grass.
"move!"
all johnny saw was a flurry of red and black.
dust rose up once again, rumbling of hooves coming to a halt. johnny froze, with his sword mid air.
there was another horseman.
the horse was black like coal, and johnny realized it was what flickered before his eyes. along with the splash of blood.
caused by… the rider.
who jumped down from the horse. rolling on the ground, professionally, sword in hand. one, two steps. jump. slash forward and a cling!
the crab spider was dead. its head rolled away from the impact, landing near the saved woman's feet.
johnny looked at her. her face was drenched in the monster's blood. she let out another scream and fainted. only then he looked at the invader.
"what the fuck?" he snarled, hiding back his sword. his witcher necklace with a carved wolf - the symbol of the school he attended - didn't budge. no reaction meant no magic. no magic, no monsters. or danger.
"i told you to move. i had to squeeze in between the crab and you. and now… she fainted" the rider said. johnny was perplexed. not only he didn't hear someone approaching - which was concerning, his unusual hearing should allow him to sense it - but also, he was shocked. how dare someone steal his job opportunity? money has been tight lately.
he huffed and jumped off the horse, wanting to walk closer to grab the woman and check on her. but the mystery rider was faster.
"don't touch her" the snarl made him dig his heels into the ground, unnaturally. he froze, watching how you leaned and effortlessly carried the woman in bridal style.
he observed the scene, perplexed. a total stranger just chimed in, killed the monster in one swipe like a professional, ordered him around… and now, even the horse followed his owner. without any command.
johnny tsked and grabbed the loot from the crab. then, he followed the rider hoping to gain some answers and hopefully earn money. he tried to rescue the woman, didn't he?
the village wasn't far, so you made it quick. two young teens gasped and ran up.
"take her to my hut, please. clean her face and make sure she stays there if she wakes up. i need to do a check up" you ordered and gently handed them the unconscious woman.
"on it, lady y/n!" they called and strolled off with a sense of urgency. turning on your heel, you sent a cold glaze to the witcher. "the hell you think you're going to?"
"the chief" johnny shrugged nonchalantly. he observed how your eyes glimmered with hatred.
"you should leave. there's no business here." you grunted, tugging your horse's reins.
"lady y/n, i'll make sure of that myself. there clearly was danger nearby" he taunted you.
"and i clearly had it under control." you grunted, stepping closer. a splash of blood across your face dried in the prickling sun, burgundy shade blooming from across the right side of your forehead to the corner of your left cheek. "don't test me. go to the chief, sure. show off the head as a proof. and then leave"
once again, that feeling. the last word felt like cold steel slashing through his body. like an order called by a siren. he did not like it one bit.
with one last glare and an annoyed huff, you hopped on your horse and rode away. towards the woods.
he could just turn in, show the proof that he (technically) eliminated the danger, and be on his way. but he did not like your behavior at all. and he will make sure that there's nothing suspicious in this village. witchers ought to protect humans, not only from monsters.
he got paid. the chief of the village was surprised but paid, nonetheless. johnny was looking out of the window, observing the black crows in the sky.
"is there anything that needs to be taken care of?" johnny asked, already mentioning his profession. he sensed the hesitation in the man's features.
"truth be told, mr suh…. there is a beast in the woods. y/n, our local medic, says it might be leshen. but she's not sure either. the monster sometimes… requires…" the man gulped and sat down with a heavy sigh. johnny rose his eyebrows. "an offering. human offering, that is."
it's not impossible but very unlikely, johnny thought. leshen usually consume wild animals living in the forest and yes, humans, but mostly… if they step on their territory.
"i-it's nothing, i shouldn't have mentioned it" the chief blurted out when he saw johnny thinking deep. "lady y/n is working on it"
"is she? who is she, if i may ask?" the witcher crossed his arm, his necklace dangling on his chest.
"well… our healer. she is quite strange but never harmed us. ever since she arrived to our village, there's been less wild animals or monsters. she's no professional like you but let me tell you, boy! the way she swings that sword of hers! majestic! rychu, our senior veteran, couldn't even do that when he was younger!" the chief laughed, holding his belly.
"hilarious" johnny said with a straight face. "i want to talk with y/n. where does she live?"
the chief's face turned pale, his laugh dying in his throat.
"away from our village, a fifteen minute walk. near the forest. there's a small pond, then you take a turn and her hut is there. you'll know you're on the right path once you see cherry trees. but… if you're not hurt or anything, don't go there." seeing johnny's unfazed face, the man quickly added: "that's a rule she set. only come there if you're injured or sick. or if there's an emergency. i told you, boy, she's weird. doesn't like people much. well, spending time with them. she can lie all she wants but we all know that deep down, she doesn't. just needs time alone."
"and you never found it weird?" johnny tsked.
"well, she pays taxes just as everyone else does" the chief grunted. "listen, boy. if you mess with her, your problem. but do not indulge our village in that: we need her." the man said angrily, visibly upset with the conversation.
johnny strode off, not bothering to say goodbye. he will find out what was up with you, just out of spite.
johnny left his horse in a tiny stable next to the inn he stayed in and went to visit you the next day. refreshed, rested.
and prepared.
he indeed passed a small pond, frogs creaking in a choir when he walked by. soon the smell of cherries overtook his senses. your hut appeared from between the huge trees. wooden, simple, with a huge garden overflowing with herbs and flowers.
his swords attached on his back clicked softly as he softly placed his feet. shifting the weight of his feet not to make too much noise. if his gut is right - and in most cases, it is - you might not be an ordinary healer.
aside from the buzz of bees dancing around the lavender near him, he could hear two voices. loud, chaotic. arguing.
"i told you so many times not to!"
"but… father…"
"your father is a drunkard and a lump!"
"we have to live somehow… if he can't, i… i have to"
"not by going out alone into the field!"
"you wouldn't understand, y/n! you're here alone. do you even have a family to care for? a loved one? you wouldn't get it!"
silence.
"get out."
"i… i'm sorry-" the other voice cracked.
"get. out." almost a wolf-like growl. the tension was getting thick.
the door busted open and a girl ran out of the hut, tears in her eyes. johnny realized it was the same woman who was saved by you yesterday. she ran past him, sniffling.
"you too. get out. no trespassing." you snarled, leaning against the doorway.
"you interrupted my work. i'm intrigued about you" johnny said, not lying one bit. besides your mysterious appeal, you were also quite beautiful if he said so.
"yeah? and i don't care. unless you're hurt, there's no need for you to be here. moreover, there's no need for you to be in this village. we are doing perfectly fine without a witcher. there are no monsters nearby." you said, wiping your hands against your linen shirt. around your neck was hung a necklace decorated with wolf fags and crow feathers.
"no monsters? and the arachas was a fish?" johnny stood in his place, patiently. he peeked inside your hut. a typical village hut - wooden furniture, dried herbs, garlic, and flowers tied into a braid and hanging on the walls, candles. and… animal skulls. he noticed some scattered bloodied cloth on the ground.
"i repeat: unless you are not hurt, get out" you said and were about to close the door, when he cleared his throat.
"i am."
you rose your eyebrows, unfazed.
"don't tell me you got a scratch from a fight you haven't participated in. that would make you quite a useless protector of the human kind, no?" you teased. johnny smiled, admiring your word verbal fencing.
"mhm, no. i got hurt before i got here and i was hoping to find a medic. conveniently, here you are" he shrugged, crossing his arms. it wasn't necessarily a lie - he did get hurt during a fight with a wyvern on his way here. he drank a potion or two to regain strength but his wound needed healing.
with a heavy sigh, you moved away from the door and disappeared inside.
he followed you inside, the smell of herbs being even more intense than inside. it almost tickled his nose.
"sit down and don't move"
he did. resting his fists on his thighs, he continued to scan your house in search for more extraordinary items. for example, your shelves were bending from the amount of books on them. no normal, poor villager in the middle of nowhere would had that many books. in another language at that. you were either really rich or moved here with already existing collection.
another thing, scented candles. something told johnny you tried really hard to bring as much fragrances as you could to fill up the house. he hasn't figured out the reason yet, though.
"where?"
he snapped back to reality, looking at you rolling up your sleeves.
"under my collarbone" he said.
"undress then" you huffed. in a blink of an eye his swords were laying on your bed, along with his shirt. you gulped, trying to focus. in the village, the men weren't really… muscular… so it was definitely a nice sight. and he noticed that.
you scanned the wound, a curved cut running from under his left collarbone to a little above his right nipple. not too deep but could use a cleaning and a bandage.
so you went to grab some. johnny used this opportunity to lean on his hands a bit back, not so subtly flexing his arms as well. when you returned, you just sighed at the sight. men.
"so, are you the village protector? if so, i am truly not needed here" he engaged the conversation, eyeing you carefully.
"exactly. aren't you witchers so smart…" you taunted, gently pressing a cloth soaked with a pungent smelling liquid to his wound. normally, it would sting. but due to the trials and mutations witchers undergo through, such minor sting felt more like a tickle. besides, he was used to it.
"so you will handle the leshen alone?" johnny cocked an eyebrow. you hesitated.
"i will" your tone was hard and convincing. then, you moved the cloth. "i need to bandage it."
"go on" johnny said lazily. when your hands started wrapping the bandage around his torso, he realized one thing: your hands were deadly cold. which was weird in the middle of summer.
all the small clues he has gathered started forming into a clear image: you might be a vampire.
a crow cracked ugly in the backyard, adding an extra note to his observation: a bruxa at that. this kind of vampire is cooperating with animals, which would explain the constant presence of crows and your horse not rebelling against you; yet, even listening to your commands without tantrum. you were probably resistant to witcher potions and oils, bringing only fire and silver to defeat you — given that you're not a higher vampire yet.
it took hundreds of years for a normal vampire to turn into a higher one: and they were impossible to kill, even by a professional monster hunter.
"done, all patched up" you sent him a beautiful smile. he mirrored it. "you can go now. farewell, witcher!"
"i'm staying overnight. then i'll decide. i can't just leave a village that's threatened by a leshen" johnny smiled and stood up, putting back on his shirt. here comes a test. "can you pass me the swords?"
if you touched silver, it would bring you pain — unless you were a higher vampire. if you were, johnny would leave. only a higher vampire could kill another one.
but when you grabbed them, nothing happened. johnny cursed mentally. there was hope, though: he noticed the small burn scars scattered all over your hands.
"if you change your mind to cooperate with me, i'm staying in the inn." there was only one in the whole village.
you shrugged and sat down on a chair, back facing him.
the moon glimmered high in the dark sky, dark clouds wrapping around it like soft cotton. johnny wiped his silver sword last time, looking at the reflection of night sky in the surface.
the crows were plucking their feathers outside his window, watching him closely.
once he stood up, ready to face the upcoming danger, the crows flew away. probably to you.
he was in the forest quicker than expected. the night was chilly, without any wind. the atmosphere was tense, every step felt like an approaching grim reaper. different kinds of birds were chirping… meaning he was on a bruxa's territory.
"the leshen was a cover, huh?" johnny asked, voice steady. he could sense your presence, eyes piercing through him.
leaves gently rustled under his heavy boots as he made his way deeper into the woods.
"one thing leaves me puzzled, though…" he began again, trying to smoke you out of your hiding spot. he guessed you were hiding somewhere in the trees. "you could've killed the whole village if you wanted. no one would know. why you're still here?"
"you wouldn't get it"
there is was. a sharp, almost thrilling voice. must've been your rdeal form.
"then explain" johnny said, stopping his movement. if you were not a higher vampire, the fight should be easy. but if you were… he was in real danger. as always, he trusted his gut.
"i was born hundreds of years ago here. i made a promise to protect this village" a soft rustle of leaves told him you must've jumped down from a tree. somewhere to his left.
"i know what you are" johnny slowly reached for his silver sword.
"say it. out loud. say it!" you growled. johnny felt your presence all around him: in the air, in his lungs. in his blood.
"vampire"
an inhuman screech made the hair on his arm rise, imminently taking a defensive stance. bruxae are agile so he should've seen it coming. but you still manages to take him by surprise when he felt your cold hands around his neck, long claws digging into his skin. you not only knocked the air out of his lungs but also knocked him over, quickly straddling his lap. due to his cat alike eyes, he saw you clearly despite it being the middle of the night. your eyes now darker than before, skin almost translucent.
"smart boy. now, listen because i will not repeat myself" you hissed through your fangs. "you leave and never come back."
"but you are killing those people. there is no leshen. the human offerings go to you" johnny's voice sounded like sandpaper.
"a small price for keeping them safe. you don't know how it is. you humans always think you know what's god and what's evil. you never consider another point of view. always so shallow" you grunted and moved your fingers, allowing him to take a breath. he did, almost as if drowning and gasping for his dear life. "i am a monster, i am starved for blood. my hut needs to be filled with scents so i don't go berserk on someone bleeding out while i take care of them. this is my endless suffering, johnny."
he didn't even had a while to ponder how do you know his name. all he sensed in your voice was pain.
"i don't want to kill but i was made to do so. i'm fighting against my monster nature. my life is an endless road of guilt. hunger, shame, guilt. self torture." you spat out, suddenly letting go and blinking away a stinging feeling in your eyes.
maybe two hundreds years ago you'd call them tears. now they were just a pathetic reminder of how it was once to be a human.
"don't make me kill you as well. i know you want to save them. but what then? you'll leave them with no protector. you'll forget about them." you whispered.
"but i can put an end to your suffering" he offered, swallowing hard.
you leaned in and took his sword, grabbing it by the sharp blade. pointing at your stomach. your grasp was soft but still managed to make your hands burn from the silver.
so he had a real chance of killing you before you turn into a higher vampire, much harder to kill in the future.
"the choice is yours, witcher" your voice was soft. tired.
so johnny took a deep breath, weighing his options.
he could kill you, right here. he just had to grab the sword handle and push. but that would make the village lose their healer and protector… and the reason behind numerous deaths a year. alas, your death would set you free from the miseries of being a timeless creature with internal dilemmas.
but he could also save you. with the grab of his sword handle and throwing the blade away to signal his decision. he'd leave like nothing happened — and the village would continue it's mundane routines. continuous mysterious deaths… only to be saved again and again by the person who is the murderer. and you could only grow stronger and stronger with each consumed victim… becoming an impossible to kill creature with mind blurred both by guilt and hunger.
“evil is evil. lesser, greater, middling, it's all the same. proportions are negotiated, boundaries blurred. but if i'm to choose between one evil and another, then i prefer not to choose at all.” said once his witcher friend, geralt. and oh, how johnny wished he didn't have to chose now.
but with your piercing gaze through his skull, he knew the time was ticking.
SYNOPSIS: you and jisung have discord date night, where things take a turn.
WARNINGS: established relationship idol! jisung x afab reader, pleasuring yourself while on a discord call with jisung, jisung being a dom bc yes, jisung commanding you on how to pleasure yourself, fingering, handjob, slight cum play? Idk if it would be call that but it’s something like that, squirting?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: divider credit @cafekitsune 🧡 I’m so down bad for Jisung that is fucking shows and I’m not complaining—! Also, a big thank you to my babes @rockstarhaechan for encouraging this fic 😖💜 bc it would've been sitting in the back of my head for the longest.
“He’s camping! He’s camping!” You heard your boyfriend yell down his mic as you both were in the middle of a fight in the video game you were both playing.
“HE GOT ME!? HELLO?” You yelled down your mic this time as you stared at your monitor in disbelief seeing your characters death screen.
“This is bs.” You mumbled as you leaned back against your chair as you waited for Jisung to finish out the battle.
After the game was over, you and Jisung sat in the lobby of the game, talking softly amongst yourselves.
“How did you die?” Jisung snickered as he looked at his Discord monitor and watched you roll your eyes with a smile at his question.
“Babe, literally was going where you told me, and the motherfucker came out of nowhere like—“
To be fair, Jisung has been pent up with a lot, and I mean a lot, of sexual energy that he couldn’t even help himself but zone out to what you were saying and watch the way you animatedly recounted what happened to you in the game.
He looked at the way your lips formed their syllables. He thought about how they could be wrapped around his cock in this very second. Thought about the time you cock warmed him while he was playing a few rounds of games on his pc. Remembering the way you failed to stay still as he tried to concentrate on the intense game in front of him. All it took was one small whimper to fall out of your lips for him to fully lose focus on the game, and shifting it towards you.
"Ji please fuck me."
You said it with the most saddest pout and puppy eyes, how could he not give what you wanted.
Without realizing, Jisung started to stroke himself through his shorts, causing a shuddered breath to leave his lips and land straight into your ears causing you to stop talking and look towards your monitor.
You watched the way Jisung's face flushed it's pretty pink, along with the tips of his ears. You kept your eyes trained on his chest, seeing how it rapidly rises and falls down, as if he ran a marathon.
As if...
"Ji, what are you doing?" You asked suspiciously, even though you had a feeling you knew what your beloved boyfriend is doing right now.
He ignored you. Jisung's eyes were close at this point, completely lost in the ecstasy his touch is bringing him through his shorts.
You bit your lips as you watched Jisung become completely loss in his own pleasure. You couldn't help but join him, because the sight of your boyfriend pleasuring himself turns you on completely.
You propped your feet up on your chair, and moved your flimsy shorts along with your underwear to the side. You greedily sought out your swollen clit, and the moment you placed your fingers on it, a moan slips past your lips.
This causes Jisung to flutter his eyelids open. The man looks towards his second monitor on his desk and sees the display you have for him on your camera.
“Fuck.” Jisung mumbled out as he saw the way you played with your clit. His hungry gaze follows the way your greedy fingers slide down your slicked folds. The action causes the two of you to moan out loud seeing the way the camera captures it.
"What are you doing princess?" Jisung asked sweetly, but still holding that bedroom undertone. "Couldn't help yourself could you?" He muses as he leans forward in his chair.
A whimper leaves your throat as you look towards Jisung's camera. "I couldn't...you were touching yourself and you looked so good " You said softly with a pout, into your headset mic as you leaned your head back in your chair.
A hum of acknowledgement made it's way out of Jisung's throat as a smile that held all sorts of promises. "Princess?" He calls out to you, all too softly.
The tone of his voice causes chills to run down your spine, as you knew that tone very well. Jisung uses that tone on you when he is about to command you to do something.
"Yes?" You spoke timidly.
"Stop what you're doing." Jisung commanded with the same soft smile and tone with you.
You slowly removed yours hands from your heated core, and awaited for what Jisung will say next.
"Such a good girl." Jisung cooed to you.
You felt your heart pick up an even faster speed than it was before, and you were honestly scared at how turned on you are over what you and Jisung are doing, considering you have never done this before.
“Ji, please—“
“Shh, baby take it easy, yeah?” Jisung said as he gave you a smile as he got up from his seat.
What came in view was the raging hard on in his shorts. Instantly the sight of the tent made your mouth water as you knew he was going to bring his pants down. I mean he has to right? In order to—
All thought process stopped the moment Jisung hooked this thumbs into his waist band and pulled down his shorts and underwear in one go.
A whimper leaves your throat at the sight of his hard length hanging in the air, pre cum glistening off of his pretty pink head. You bit your lip, trying to hold back another moan from slipping your lips.
“Enjoying the view?” Jisung teased as he settled back into his chair.
You slowly nodded your head before adding; “very much.”
Another hum of acknowledgment left his throat as he assessed you through the screen.
“Strip.”
There was your command. Quickly, you gently got up from your seat and discarded the clothes you were wearing. Once fully naked, you sat back onto your chair and awaited for what Jisung wanted you to do next.
"You're so beautiful princess." Jisung praised as he licked his lips at the sight of your naked form.
A shiver runs down your spine at his praise and the way he looks at you. "Prop your legs as you had them before." Jisung said as he leaned himself back on his chair, and spread his legs open. Creating a better view for you.
Doing as told, you managed to have your legs hanging off of your chair’s arm rest, displaying your sopping wet folds.
Jisung raised an amused eyebrow at the sight before him. “Are you that turned on right now?” He teased. He couldn’t help but tease, it just made the whole situation that much hotter.
“Ji…” your whimpered as you clenched your hands on top of your chest.
“Use your big girl words.”
“Yes! Yes, I’m that turned on right now.” You said as you felt your face heat up.
“Good.” Jisung said with a smirk. “Touch yourself for me.”
Without a second thought, your hand went down and immediately made contact with your swollen clit. You started to leave harsh and fast circles. Whimpering moans leave your throat at the delicious stimulation.
“Slow down princess. There’s no need to rush.” Jisung said as he started to slowly tug at his hot length.
You whimpered in protest, but still did what he asked as you knew it would benefit you in the end. You looked intently at Jisung’s screen and watched at how he slowly pumped himself into his fist. Wanting to be good for him, you matched up with his pace.
Whimpered and throaty moans leave both your mouths as you both continued with the slow pace that Jisung made.
You were close to wanting to just disobey what Jisung ordered. You wanted more stimulation for yourself and for Jisung, but you knew the consequences he would put out for you if you did do such a thing.
“Princess?” Jisung calls out, his voice groveled due to the pleasure.
“Y-yes?” You stuttered out.
“Why don’t you add a finger, hm?”
As if the gods themselves spoke, you let out a moan at his words and you slowly inserted a finger inside of your awaiting entrance. As you went past your first knuckle, a sigh of content is heard from you. You pushed the rest of your finger inside of you, and moaned at the feeling of at least having something inside of you.
Jisung swears he has hearts for eyes at this point. He always loved seeing you so submissive and obedient for him, but this. This takes the cake for him. Subconsciously, Jisung tightened his grip slightly and started to pump at a much faster rate than he was before. “Fuck, babe—“ he moans out as he bits his lips trying to hold in the moans that want to leave his mouth, “—you look so pretty like that.” Jisung groaned out.
A pretty moan left your lips at his words and the way he started to pump himself at such a fast pace. You started to follow his lead, pumping and rubbing your clit at a fast pace as him, creating such a delicious feeling.
“Ji…feels so— mmgh, so good.” You moaned out as you felt your eyes close in pleasure.
“Princess, shit— add another finger for me.” Jisung said as he twisted his fist around his head causing him to buck his hips up.
Adding another finger into your sopping hole made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head.
The two of you continue pleasuring yourselves I. Front of each of your cameras. Moans and whimpers leaving your mouths as you continue to chase your highs.
Squelching sounds are heard through your mic, that goes straight to Jisung’s cock causing him to want to loose his control completely. “Princess you sound so wet.” He groans as he continues to pump himself.
“S-so wet for you Sungie.” You moaned as you removed your fingers from inside of you and played with your entrance, causing string of wetness to connect between your fingers and sopping entrance.
Jisung bit the inside of his cheeks at the provocative sight displayed on his screen. “You’re such a mess baby.” Jisung said in awe as he saw how much slick was covering your entire pussy and inner thighs.
You inserted your fingers inside again and started to finger fuck yourself in a fast pace. “J-Ji…please—“ a moan cuts you off at the intense sensation starting to build up in your lower belly.
“It’s okay baby. Cum. I need you to come with me. I’m so close princess.” Jisung groans at the end as bucks his hips forward, fucking into his hand at how close he’s at right now.
As the intense feeling in your lower stomach started to build up, you started to chant Jisung’s name like the mantra that he is. “I’m so close…so mmgh! Ahh— so close—“ you couldn’t even form your sentence as you felt like exploding.
“Me too baby…me too.” Jisung moaned as he felt his thighs spasm and his balls slightly tighten up, getting ready to release their load.
“Ji, I’m—“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence before a loud moan breaks through. You felt your back arch off of your seat as you clenched around your fingers. Slick squirted out of you as you continued to finger fuck yourself through your high.
“Princess, mmgh.” Jisung said with one last groan as he bucked his hips up into his tight fist one last time before shots of hot cum started to shoot out. His stomach clenched as he started to release the last of his load onto his hand, and stomach. Gently pumping himself to go through his post organism high.
The two of you sat panting on your chairs. Eyes barely open as you assess the others state.
A smile adorn’s Jisung’s face as he looks at you. This causes you to giggle as you knew what he was thinking of.
“That was hot.” You both said causing the other to laugh.
“Well, at least I know we’re both into this, so we can do it while I’m on tour and away from you.” Jisung said as he gave you a fucked out smile.
This causes you to send him a smile his way. “Oh we’re for sure doing this again.”
“Count on it princess.” Jisung said with a smirk.
From then on, the two of you would do these little discord or FaceTime calls to get off together when none of y’all had the time to see one another.
a/n: this has been sitting on my mind for a whileeeee and I finally have it written down and out for y’all!!! Hopefully y’all enjoyed it!!
