[a/n]: we, as a society (ncity), moved on from wildwoods johnny way too fast for my liking…
pairing: dj!johnny suh x afab!reader
[wc]: 1.6k
-> cw: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys!!!), oral (m receiving), slight voyeurism (18+, mdni)
prelude: You love that your boyfriend gets to live out his DJ dreams, but you're tired of being his little secret, constantly having to wait for him backstage. The view of his sexy back wasn't enough for you, knowing that all of the festival's attendees got the best view of your man. Luckily, you've got Johnny wrapped around your finger, and he's more than ready to show you off in numerous ways.
You were backstage at the Wildwood’s Party watching your boyfriend do his thing. He was in his element, and it made you happy to see your man pursue his passion for music. You couldn’t help but dance to his mix. You had heard most of it while he was rehearsing in front of you, but the atmosphere at the actual event was much more lively, so you just couldn’t resist.
The screams of fans get louder and you look up to see Johnny taking off his vest, leaving him in just a grey tank top that does wonders for his muscular physique. This also revealed the Chrome Hearts chain that he bought himself—the one you were more than familiar with, often dangling over your face as he railed you.
The act left a bitter taste in your mouth, which puzzled you. You’ve been used to the DJ lifestyle he’s been living, often taking you with him from city to city, playing at festivals just like this. Why were you feeling so jealous? He’s been nothing but loyal, only leaving your side when he’s on stage.
Maybe that was it. Maybe you were tired of being his dirty little secret. You longed for him to show you off, but you knew deep down that while the majority of his fans favoured him for his mixes, there was still a decent chunk that was totally in love with him. You’ve seen it first hand, watching Johnny have to politely reject and navigate through crowds of women and men that practically threw themselves at him.
You didn’t blame them. You knew your boyfriend was a total catch—confident, handsome, talented, charismatic, hard-working, witty, and effortlessly charming—what was not to love about him? He’s the total package, and you’re pretty sure he knows it, but he never fails to remind you that he only has eyes for you. You just didn't want to toy with his career in any way.
You were lost in your thoughts, not realizing his set was already over, eyeing your man as he descends the stage. His skin was glistening from the humidity, giving him a slight glow that made him look even more dreamy than usual. He spots you, jogging his way over to you. He wraps his strong arms around you, you reciprocating the hug, draping your arms over his broad shoulders.
Giving him a smooch on his cheek, you pull back to look up at him, both of you wearing matching smiles. “You were incredible, baby!” you compliment, truly meaning it. “Thank you,” he beams. “I really enjoyed everything tonight. Just wish I could’ve seen your pretty face in the crowd.”
Running your hand down his tattoo-clad bicep, you give him a slightly dimmer smile, which he notices. “I’d rather be up there with you.” you admit sheepishly. His eyes widen slightly in surprise, his grip on your waist becoming a bit tighter. “Really? Why didn’t you say something, baby? Would’ve loved to have you up there with me.”
Man, you were down bad for this guy. “I don’t know…thought it would’ve messed with your image or whatever.” you mutter as you look down. He gently cups your face, lifting your head so you have no choice but to make eye contact with his soft, light brown eyes. “Baby, the only reason why I didn’t suggest it in the first place was because I thought it’d be too much for you,” he explains. “I’m not gonna lie, standing up there for an hour in the heat mixed with the fog machines is kinda draining. Only reason I pulled through was because of the crowd’s energy. Though with you there, I’d be invincible.”
You nod, actively believing him, but still being a bit in your head about this. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s on your mind.” he gently coaxes, reading you in the way that nobody else could. “I don’t want to be selfish but— I just…,” you pause, trying to collect your thoughts. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. I want everyone to know I’m DJ Johnny BE’s girl. I’m tired of being a secret.” you shyly admit.
The smile on his face only grows, but so does the lust in his eyes. “Is that right, baby? Want everyone to know you’re mine?” he asks, leaving you to nod in response. “Consider it done, pretty girl. We’ll hard-launch in Pattaya.” he grins. “Seriously?” you ask, eyes widening in excitement. Before he could answer in confirmation, your lips were pressed onto his, smirking as he kissed you back with no hesitation. He pulls back, eyes glazed over with a look you knew all too well. “Where’s your dressing room?” you inquire, knowing a quickie was exactly what you two needed.
Before you knew it, you were being dragged into a building, maneuvering through people until you reached a door labelled DJ JOHNNY BE, which he opened swiftly. He pulls you in, pressing you against the now shut door, locking it and settling his hand on your hip. “Gotta keep it down, okay, pretty girl?” he pants, barely controlling himself. “Yes, I promise.” you whisper eagerly, feeling your heart rate pick up as he slides off his damp tank top.
Your hands are immediately on his chest, sliding down to his abdomen, then the belt loops of his jeans. “Please,” you start. “Wanna suck you off.” you look up at him with pleading eyes. “Fuck,” he groans. “Of course you can, baby.” he says as he gently puts his hand on the top of your head, guiding you down as you descend onto your knees in front of him. He watches you undo his jeans, sliding them down alongside his boxers, freeing his raging boner.
You were always in awe of how big he was, spitting into your own hand as you slowly began to pump his shaft. His cock was heavy, thick, and veiny–all ready for your mouth. He watches you as his breath picks up, observing you giving kitten licks to his tip, tasting the precum that has already begun to bead there. You retract your hand, looking up at him as you get ready to take him.
Before you can, he quickly uses his hands to gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail for you. He knows you could get messy, and this wasn’t the place for that to happen. You hold eye contact as you take him in your mouth, tongue flattening on the underside of his cock as you bottom out, your nose pressing against his pubes. “Fuck, baby– How’d you take it so easily? I swear, you were just made for me.” he showers you in praise before either of you even starts to move.
You slowly retract, stopping at his tip, before full-sending once more. Your pussy throbs from the noises he’s making and the feeling of him on your tongue as you breathe heavily through your nose, watching him as he forces his other hand up to cover his mouth. You hollow your cheeks with every bob of your head, ensuring he got the pleasure he deserved. He starts to gently thrust, matching your pace, but not wanting to hurt you today–it’s a totally different story once the two of you were in the comfort of your own home.
He gently pushes your head off of him, giving you a view of his cock slapping against his abdomen, drenched in your saliva and his arousal. “I’m not cumming like this,” he pants, lifting you up to your feet with his sheer strength, pushing you against the wall. “Need to fill you up.” he says, already pulling down your bottoms. He reaches for your panties only to find you weren’t wearing any. “Shit, baby, did you have this all planned out?” he asks excitedly as he cups your drenched mound. The moan he let out was sinful, knowing you could take him right now without any prep.
Not being able to form words that could explain the utter desire you had for this man, you wiggle your hips, practically grinding your ass on his cock which he thankfully understands. He lines himself up with your tight hole, sheathing himself inside of you with one quick thrust. Both of you moan quietly, you biting your lip to silence yourself knowing you were about to be a mess. He doesn’t hold back, starting to thrust into you repeatedly, establishing a vigorous rhythm.
You reached backwards, needing to hold onto him to stabilize yourself, settling for his arms that were holding your hips as he fucked you mercilessly. “Fuck it,” he growls. “You want everyone to know I’m yours? Let them hear you, baby.” he commands, and you oblige without a question. Your moans and whimpers fill the air alongside his own groans, only getting louder as he reaches around you to toy with your clit.
“Johnny– I’m gonna–” you whine, and he speeds up his fingers and his thrusts once he feels your walls clench. “Cum, pretty girl. Cum for me. You’ve been so good. So fucking good.” he repeats as you orgasm, the only thing keeping you up being his arm around your waist. You feel him join you, his warmth shooting up into you and coating your walls as he leans over you, flesh to flesh. The only sound in the room is heavy breathing, both yours and his. The only thing keeping you from being utterly lost in this ecstasy was his hand reaching up to cup your jaw, gently guiding your face to his for a kiss.
“Let’s do this at every stop. That way I can really show you off.”
[a/n]: head empty, only johnny... also thank you for all of the notes on my last few posts guys, i truly appreciate it. those works were literally the first 3 I've EVER written (this being my fourth) and i'm so excited for the future of this lil account that i started last week. summer break is boutta be fun with this new lil hobby. hope u enjoyed :)
