#suh johnny

[jichandesuu]

Warning!Nsfw audio

Johnny making you feel so good after a rough day💋

[alluringjae]

double trouble | sjhn

SUMMARY. parenthood has its ups and downs, but with johnny as your husband, things aren't so bad or chaotic. right?

PAIRING. husband and baby daddy!johnny x wife!femreader

WORD COUNT. 5.1k

GENRE. pure fluff, humor, and slight smut

PLAYLIST.  so easy (to fall in love) by olivia dean

WARNINGS. profanities, just johnny and reader doing the deed while everyone is asleep bc they're parents

⤑ vero’s words: IT'S GIVING BUZZER BEATER HAHAHAHAHA i wrote this story initially for christmas but instead changed it for his birthday which was QUITE A LOT TO WRITE AND EDIT LOL so yeah this is technically unedited but i pushed through for my love for johnny 😭💖 anyways, i was inspired by this specific video clip to write this story so please join me being delulu af 💐 enjoy, guys and happy johnny day!!!

⤑ disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. i don’t own the people/characters written, but the plot is mine. translations or copying my work is not allowed.

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“BEDTIME, BOYS.”

If there’s anything stopping you from getting a full, uninterrupted night of sleep, your twin sons Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo are high up on the ranking.

The culprit?

Another episode of their favorite cartoons that’s too astounding to miss out on. Bright lights, loud and peppy sound effects, and just enough cliffhangers to convince them that sleep is merely an option for the night.

Talk about prolonged dopamine rush with their little legs bouncing against the couch cushions like tiny cars newly filled with a full tank of gasoline.

With the weekend finally here, the rules have softened. Ever since they got home that day, their shoes are kicked off to the side and toys are on the floor. Playing was a given, and one episode rolled into another.

This can go on for hours, even to the point they go past their bedtime.

Much to your slight disagreement.

But to your husband Johnny’s delight.

Given how busy he still is as a musician, it’s a little tricky to sync the timing of his sons’ active hours. There have been long stretches when his schedules overlapped with bedtime stories and daycare pick-ups, along with meals he missed. But ever since the group activities lessened and he has more control and flexibility over his solo schedules, he’s been home more.

Present.

Earlier today, he was the one who picked them up at school before swinging by your office to grab you. If anything, the boys were ecstatic to see their dad by their school gates, even with his disguise get-up. Call it a small, domestic victory, or victories when you also witnessed your boys running to you when you exited your office.

Then the night before, he helped them with their spelling tests and addition flash cards. A mini debate between “yummy” and “yummie” and why 7 + 3 is equal to 10, you’ve never seen your husband so patient even with the frustration just about to erupt. Because at the end of the day, he gets to spend time with his mini-mes, his troublemakers.

But this weekend is a little different than most.

Tomorrow is Johnny’s birthday, a Saturday, a full day family affair.

Starting with brunch by the park, playing there with all sorts of games, then an intimate dinner with family and friends, you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.

And so will he.

Especially him.

But right now, he’s currently in his home office, in a meeting with Acne Studios for another collaboration. Silhouettes, fabrics, outfit combinations. Japan came up again, a new store opening happening next month. He already brought up the possibility, implying to make it a family trip with you and the boys. And hoping you’ll say yes.

(Yes.)

As you glance at the clock right above the kitchen door, he should be finishing up any moment.

He missed out on dinner earlier, so you promised to join him. Hence, the tea. At least by that time, your boys will be fast asleep.

Except…

That doesn’t seem to be happening anytime soon with their passionate commentary filling your entire home. Something about whether or not their character on screen will achieve their adventure.

“Hyunyoung, Hyunwoo,” You call out from the kitchen, dipping a chamomile tea bag into warm water on your mug. Almost quickly, its contents dissolve and darken the liquid. “We’ll miss out on biking and frisbee tomorrow if you sleep late.”

“No, no, we need to see what happens next!”

“But it’s almost done, Mommy!” Hyunyoung, the older twin by 3 minutes (and never lets anyone forget about it), negotiates, slightly leaning back to see you. “They need to have their birthday party so we can sleep better!”

“But what about daddy’s special day tomorrow?” You ask, hopeful they change their minds. “Sleepy boys won’t be able to have fun with him tomorrow.”

“Please, mommy!” Hyunwoo whines, conspiring with his twin. “15 more minutes!”

They’re now both giving those puppy eyes they inherited directly from Johnny. Pairs you can never say no to, along with their hands clasping into a prayer position.

Damn it.

You hold out for a few seconds until you defeatedly nod with an “okay”. Then under your breath, “15 more minutes too late.”

Another thing about having Johnny as their father? Their stubbornness.

“They’re still awake?”

Speaking of him, your body swivels just in time to spot Johnny, leaning against the doorframe. Fresh from his meeting, his brown hair is a disheveled mess. Evident enough, his fingers ran through them too many times from frustration and as a habit. A casual white tee, one of many, clings faintly to his chest while his grey joggers hang quite low enough to reveal the familiar top hem of his Calvin Klein boxers.

As if it’s doing it on purpose, to mess with you.

“Eyes up here, babe.” He teases, earning him a scoff as he crosses the room and hugs you from behind. His chin finds the crook of your neck, warm and familiar. You soften in his embrace, the feeling of home wrapping you in and making you nuzzle closer to him.

“Missed you.” His arms tighten slightly around you.

“Missed you too,” You respond, lifting the soaked tea bag from your mug. “How was the meeting?”

“Long.” He deeply groans. “Something about textures and different outfit combinations for the opening.”

“Shirt on or shirt off?” You tease, earning you an arch of a brow from him.

“I did just get a new tattoo by my chest,” He playfully ponders, tapping a finger on his chin. “Worth showing off, right?”

“You’re so smug.” You roll your eyes, then kiss his cheek. “Just do you, babe.”

If anything, fatherhood has never dulled Johnny’s personality and self-expression. Sure, the dad jokes and mannerisms can be annoying, but if anything, it made him sweeter, more playful, and confident. So yeah, those shirtless looks or fitted ones that he still presents in public? It’s still there. So if the twins ask about it then cringe as they get older? Well, that’s a dilemma for future Johnny. For now, it’s all about self-expression and confidence, he’d say. And for them to look back and think have a cool dad.

Typical him.

“How are they still up?” Your attention is directed back to your two boys hovering around the TV in the living room, where his gaze drifts to. “They should be sleeping now.”

“Apparently, this show is so important to them.” You don’t realize the fond look on your face as you reply/

“Did they give you puppy dog eyes again?” He calls you out knowingly.

“No,” You try to fend yourself.

“They did.”

But if anything, Johnny knows when you’re lying. “Yes.”

“I figured.” He says. “Negotiating with them isn’t really your strong suit, babe.”

“Hey!” Before you could react any further, he’s out of your embrace with a shift in his posture as he walks towards the doorway of the living room.

He scans the room across, studying two identical figures squealing victoriously towards a thrilling scene on the TV. So identical you can almost mistake one over the other if not for the small mole above Hyunwoo’s eyebrow and a heart-shaped birthmark on Hyunyoung’s right shoulder. Sticky kernels of caramel popcorn leaves traces on their fingers and cheeks.

Habitually biting his lower lip in concentration, a few forehead crinkles appear in its wake. Clearly enough to you, that’s his thinking face. Then his eyes suddenly light up, followed by short nods.

“I’ve got an idea.”

Your next words barely made it out of your mouth as he charged towards the living room in all his 6 feet glory. Tiptoeing across the living room like a silly cartoon villain, the twins don’t notice until it’s too late as they’re too locked in with their show. Then with his tattooed muscular arms, he swiftly “attacks” by scooping your twins up by their tummies like they were the lightest pumpkins in the patch. You let out a gasp, then a giggle at how adorable and hilarious this move was.

“Appa!” They both protest, kicking and squirming at their father. To no avail, his grip was tight enough for them not to fall or hurt them. A menace, that’s for sure.

“Put us down!” Hyunwoo begs, looking up at him. “We’re almost done, promise!”

Johnny could only chuckle, if not mischievously, at their rather cute (yet useless) pleas and stubborn wiggles for escape and freedom. Call this one of his unique ways to teach them a valuable lesson.

“Kaja, kaja,” He repeats, heading towards the hallway to the path of their bedroom.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with him. Your phone was out to capture the moment, wherein two tiny bottoms stick out while the arms of your husband held your boys.

Your tea can wait.

Johnny contained them long enough to reach the twins’ shared bedroom. Light hues of blue and white were painted on their walls, bold dinosaur and car bedsheets on their neighboring beds parted with a side table in between, assorted toys scattered on one side of the floor (their play area), and an orderly bookshelf with bean bag chairs near the window. Probably the only clean part in their space if not you always teaching them pack up after reading.

If only that was the same with their toys, except they insist to keep them there so they’re easily accessible.

With you right behind Johnny, he already put each twin down to their respective bed.

Instant protest bubbles to the surface.

Like tiny monsters invading cities, they both equally stomped around their beds with crossed arms and huffs of annoyance.

“Appa, we’re not sleepy yet!”

“Appa, we just wanted to reach the end!”

Hyunwoo with the dinosaurs and Hyunyoung with the cars,

Appa this, appa that. Johnny’s gotten used to their tantrums and times when they don’t get their way, filtering them out with clear direction on what he wants to teach them. If there’s anything Johnny values when he became a father, it’s for his kids to follow rules. Having ignored your words multiple times tonight, it wasn’t fair to you.

“Boys,” His voice deepened a few octaves, his posture straightened further.

The twins to stop their actions. Even you, leaning against the doorframe this time, paused at his tone.

Daddy’s big voice is on.

“It’s way past your bedtime, and didn’t eomma and I tell you we have to get up early so we have the whole morning for the park?”

“But daddy-”

“You guys get cranky when you don’t get enough sleep.” He continues. “How can have daddy have fun tomorrow when his boys are too cranky and sleepy?”

They shake their heads and quickly settle into their beds, almost afraid that tomorrow is ruined.

“Sorry, Appa!” They apologize in unison. “We’ll sleep now!”

While Johnny has a point and the discipline is needed, the “T” aspect of his MBTI can be quite too much for your young boys. Their worried expressions may make it harder to sleep, so this is where you step in.

“Alright, back it up, Mr. Seo,” Your hand pats his shoulder, brushing past him. “Let eomma handle them now.”

You sit first on Hyunwoo’s bed, his tiny hand reaching out and interlacing with yours. “We’re sorry, mommy.”

With a reassuring smile, you kissed his hand then his forehead. That earned him his calm grin in his lips. “It’s okay, Woo. Just promise me you’ll obey when I say enough is enough, okay?”

He nods, earning a soft cheek squeeze from you. “Good boy.”

While he snuggles into his soft bed, you move over to Hyunyoung’s bed. Already holding on to a storybook that was in his bedside earlier, he goes “Can we still have a story so we sleep better?”

Always the negotiator. “Still stubborn for bed, love?”

“If we can’t finish the show, at least a story can make it all better.”

Based on the graphics of the book, they’re the exact characters from their TV show. A good compromise, you’d say, even if the plot is different.

“Please, Eomma? Appa?” Hyunwoo sides with his brother, as always.

Before giving approval, you look up to where your husband stood. Arms crossed with an eyebrow perched, you let your eyes do the pleading. Just one story.

Weak when you yearn, he sighs in defeat. But a happy one. “Okay, one story.”

Your twins erupt in celebration, tiny arms in the air and kicking feet under the bed as if they won a huge prize. But before they can relish it, you caught on their sticky hands and honey-coated teeth.

“Wait!” You call out, holding on to Hyunyoung’s hand. “Bathroom. Now.”

“Eomma!” They collectively groan.

“Let’s brush your teeth and wash your hands before bedtime, kiddos.” One hand pats on each bed, urging them to get up and move. Even if they’re too cozy in bed, Johnny had a finger pointed to their bathroom.

“Listen to your mom, kids.”

Soon enough, they’re much cleaner and fresher. Sleepier if not for the lavender spray you spritzed in their bedroom that they like so much.

You settle in beside Hyunyoung in his bed, relishing his warm and light presence, while Johnny squeezes himself onto Hyunwoo’s side. Despite his larger size, Hyunwoo nuzzles closer to him. Your fingers gently flipped open the familiar, worn-out book but before you could start, Hyunyoung chimes in.

“Wait!!!” Hyunyoung chimes in, snatching the book from you. “Daddy should read to us!”

“Oh, yes!” Hyunwoo joins in, rolling on his side to where Johnny was cuddling him. “Please, daddy, please!”

Cute, repeated pleas reverb the room again, only this time it’s hopeful. When you think of it, it’s been a while since Johnny did bedtime stories. But it’s also been a while since the boys asked for a bedtime story, letting their toys and showertime naturally wear them out and off to bed.

Then they flash those familiar puppy eyes that even Johnny can’t resist.

“What do you say, Daddy?” You hand over the book. “Gotta give the people what they want.”

He chuckles as he takes it from you, already getting the boys excited.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s get cozy.” He says, flipping the worn out book open, where bright illustrations greet him along with big, bold text. “The Magic Golden Bell by Minseo Han” He recites. “There was once a happy boy named Minhyung who owned a magic golden bell…”

The words naturally fall out of his mouth, along with matching with the gleeful mood of the story. Soft and steady, his voice fills the room and quickly creates a sense of calm after all the prior chaos. This change in pace felt nice, and no matter how many times the tale has been read, the joy on your twins’ faces is a prize no money can pay.

Albeit sleepy as Hyunyoung’s little mouth yawns and Hyunwoo’s small knuckle rubbing his eyes, they pay attention to your tale.

But as little boys go, they eventually reach their limits just as you ended the story.

Quiet snores fill the air, along with small, unconscious squirms and wiggles in their bed. Hyunyoung’s head and hand rested on your chest, similar to when he was still a baby. He’s growing up to fast with his brother, you think.

With a heartfelt grin, you plant a kiss on Hyunyoung’s forehead, making him scrunch happily as you further tucked him in bed.

“Goodnight, Hyunyoung.” You greet. “Sweet dreams, love.”

“Night, eomma.” He manages to utter out while dozing dreamily.

Meanwhile, Johnny leans closer, brushing a stray hair from Hyunwoo’s forehead, whispering, “Sleep tight, buddy. Daddy loves you.”

“Night, appa, Night eomma. Wuv you.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” You’re right by his side to give a forehead kiss.

Johnny tucks Hyunyoung’s duvet closer to him, patting his head. “Sleep tight, kiddo. Daddy loves you.”

“Night, appa.” With his eyes doing its best to open to get a glimpse of him, “Happy birthday.”

With a crinkled smile, Johnny kisses his forehead. “Thank you. Get some rest now.”

As you kneel down to the level of their sidetable, your fingers click the button of their car-shaped nighlight. Turning around, Johnny was already by the door, switching the main light off so the nightlight can work its true power. But before any of you could leave, you both took in the peaceful sight for a few moments longer.

How lucky are you that this is your life now?

“Phew, that was tough.” You sigh.

Johnny smiles at you. “Worth it.”

“Sorry I missed dinner,” Johnny breaks the silence between you two as you pad back to the kitchen, grabbing a glass to push against the water dispenser on your fridge. The overhead light stays off, preferring the warm under-cabinet glow given the late time. Shoulders loosened, your parent cap is on break.

“It happens,” You shrug with a little tease in your tone. Pointing to his plate on kitchen island, covered by a lid, “You can heat up the food in the microwave.”

“Thanks.” He puts his glass down to grab his plate and do as told, pressing certain buttons before you hear the microwave turn on. Meanwhile, you grab another mug and filled it with warm water and a new tea bag since the first one has gone cold. Utensils too for your husband, who just took out his warm plate from the microwave. White rice, beef bulgogi, grilled vegetables you’d insist the twins eat for added nutrients but mostly failed. But good thing, your husband likes them. Between you and him, you were always the cook, while he’s an enjoyer of them.

As he sits across you, you hand over his utensils so he can take a bite. When he does, he hums in satisfaction.

“Good?”

He nods. “You always hit the right spot.”

You chuckle, grabbing a napkin to wipe off some rice that fell from the spoon.

“You know,” He says with that handsome grin of his, filled with nostalgia. “5 years ago, a late-night meal meant convenience store ramen at 3 am.”

“Now, it’s reheated dinner with all food groups eaten after bedtime.” You lift the tea bag up and place it on a small plate, sipping your mug. With a delighted smile, “Gotta set a good example for the boys.”

“Still a win,” He decides. “Even if their puppy eyes brought us to this chaos.”

Your soft eyes turn sharp, darting at him like laser beams. “Watch it, Seo.”

“Okay, okay,” His hands are up in surrender. “They definitely got their stubbornness from me.”

“A known fact,” You state firmly, then smile gradually. “But I gotta admit that you carrying them to their rooms was too funny.”

His laugh is deep and rumbly. “At that rate, they would be up all night if not for the caramel popcorn.”

“Which you bought for them on the way home.”

“Because they asked nicely and had stars on their test.”

“Admit you planted this chaos, Seo.” You challenged.

“I plead the fifth.” He fends himself, then returns to eating. Unhurried despite how hungry he clearly is, barefoot, hair messier than earlier due to the twins, no stage lights or cameras, it was just Johnny. Your Johnny. It’s grounding in a way that made you ache pleasantly.

“They were really into that show though,” He changes topics in between bites.

“They get that from you,” You reply. “You and your webtoon novels that you stay up later for.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Here we go again. “Should we bring out the receipts of the paid content you buy then?”

Hook, line, center. “Okay, sure. But at least I hide it better.”

“You literally went to Naver for your variety series and spoke with staff.”

“I’m just gonna,” He takes more bites of his meal, ignoring as you laugh at his sulkiness.

“I’m just messing with you, love.” Your finger wipes a fake tear, holding his hand. “If anything, you’re passionate and show your love when you can. Just look at how much the twins love you.”

His gaze softens at the mention of them, interlacing his hand with yours. “They’re good kids, (Y/N).”

“And it’s because we raised them the best we could,” You agree. “Even when they ignore bedtime.”

Johnny nods, putting down his utensils with his other hand on his now empty plate. “Hyunyoung’s getting sharper with his negotiating, while Hyunwoo is the soft one who also wants to get his way.”

“Double trouble alright.” You add. “They’re getting tougher to handle these days.”

“Agreed,” Johnny says, “And yet, they’re only this small for now.”

Hyunyoung and Hyunwoo just turned five last November, but given Johnny’s height, they’re already taller than most kids in their preschool and in the extracurricular activities they do. It’s quite the milestone, but there’s bittersweetness in knowing that they’re growing up so fast. They once fit your arms, and they’re nearly overtaking each other on Johnny’s lap. Then again, there’s anticipation on knowing who they’ll become over the days, months, years.

An irony that can exist harmoniously.

“You’re getting sentimental again, aren’t you?” Johnny points out so easily, standing up to walk across you and sit beside you.

“How can I not be?” You say with deep passion in your heart, sitting more upright towards his direction. “I still see them as my babies.”

“Makes sense when you can’t say no to them over their favorite tv show.”

“And you can’t?”

“I literally just did” He raises his tattooed arms, flexing them.

“Lifting them up to their bedroom doesn’t count, Seo.”

“Sure,” He shrugs nonchalantly. “But I didn’t cave into their last minute negotiations for more tv time.”

“But you did read them a bedtime story,” You follow up with the facts. “Just admit that even being T in your MBTI, they soften you up.”

“Never said they don’t,” He clarifies. “Sometimes, they just need to remember when no is a no.”

He has a point. In your dynamic, you tend to be more lenient while he’s like the final boss of a video game that can be difficult to win over. Hence, it’s important you’re there to intervene and doesn’t go too overboard and make them cry. But it hasn’t happened… yet.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Softie.” You singsong, standing up and reaching your hand out to him. “Now come on, I have a gift for you.”

“No way!”

Johny exclaims a little too loudly as he unwraps your gift in the living room, unveiling a new camera he’s been eyeing on. Ever since the twins accidentally pushed his favorite camera from its spot on the living room during playtime and broke pretty much everything, it took all your might to tell the twins to run to their room before Johnny shouted out profanities.

The camera was sold out in all of South Korea and the US. But if not for Yuta and his wife helping you out back in Osaka, they shipped the camera to your work office just so the boys in your house don’t go snooping around in the mail. And yes, the twins would do that with the wish they get new toys.

“But they’re unavailable everywhere.”

“Japan had some remaining stock.”

“But shipping must’ve been expensive.”

“Not when you’re friends with Yuta Nakamoto.” You saunter towards him, kissing his lips. “Happy birthday, John.”

And right on cue, the nearby clock chimes.

12:00 am.

Just as your lips parted from his, his hand pulls you in. Now sitting on his lap, the box where the camera is now on the table.

“I’ve waited all evening for this.” He murmurs, lips brushing your again before they deepen. His hands were all over your waist and lower back before resting on your butt, while yours tugged on his white tee. Feeling the warmth of his chest, his heartbeat was racing.

“Johnny,” You say breathlessly, feeling his lips trace your neck and collarbone, now exposed from your loose tee. He brushes your hair back, making your head tilt back to let him explore. Now, it’s making your heart pound. “Johnny…”

As your lips repeat his name, he hushes you with a finger against your lips. Eyes dark with desire, his thumb rubs small circles over your hips. “Shhh, just us. Just for now. You and me.”

Eyes locked on his, something primal takes over you as your lips wrap around his point finger. In your mind, something else came in mind when you did that.

Something… thicker. Longer. Him at his prime.

“Fuck, baby,” He curses under his breath, hands tugging you closer to him wherein his hardness moves against your growing wetness. His lips collide again with yours, making you moan a little louder. “Need you to be inside.”

“Yeah?” You teasingly grind on him, but it’s short-lived when his hand slides inside your tee to squeeze your free breast.

“Panties. Off. Now.” His finger toys with your nipple. “And keep it down, yeah? Don’t wanna wake the kids up, right?”

With a handsome man like Johnny as your husband, it’s easy to follow his orders. Heck, arousal is practically effortless. While you’ve had your fair share of being on top and dominant, being on the receiving end tends to be your default. And you know what? You enjoy that a whole lot, especially when Johnny knows how to please you.

As you ride his cock on the loveseat while he thrusts upwards for added pleasure, your hands grip on his shoulders from the sensations leverage. Clothes discarded over the living room floor, soft music playing to muffle the slapping sounds of your body, and forgotten plates on the table, all that really mattered in the moment was being close and intimate with your love. Your back arches when his cock hits a sensitive spot, hips brushing against each other with your breath mingling with his.

“So fucking beautiful,” He whispers against your ear, his thumb rubbing your throbbing clit that makes you gasp. “Mine, all mine.”

As your legs shake and his breath hitches more, your high crashes down first with a desperate cry. He followed a mere minute, a helpless grunt escapes his lips as liquid warmth paints your inner walls. The two of you stay there for a beat, catching your breaths and grounding yourself back to the present. Your head rests on the crook of his neck, wherein his lips kiss your temple.

“Best birthday gift ever.” He rasps, feeling his cock soften inside you.

With a grin, you pull back and kiss him deeper again. With pure love and devotion, it was like a private celebration wherein only you two are allowed to witness. Time remains elastic as your heartbeats even out and stay close. Everything about this moment is familiar, a dance you’ve shared a multitude of times, yet each time sparks something new, something exhilarating. As his hands explore your naked back, memorizing every curve, mark, dimple…

Wah.

Wah.

Wah!!!!!!

Through the nearby baby monitor, a set of soft to progressively strong wails echo through.

Instantly, a mood breaker that pops your little bubble with Johnny.

Naturally, you disentangle yourself from Johnny’s hold to hastily change back to your clothes before things escalate. White tee, panties, then shorts. Johnny follows suit, but stays shirtless and keeps his grey joggers. Dad mode: on once again.

You were reluctant at first to go, bummed out at the interruption, Who wouldn’t be when private time with your husband has gotten rarer. But then again, your family was everything to you. Without a second less, you both make your way towards your bedroom, hand in hand, where the prime source of wails lay.

In a pristine-white crib by your side of the bed, your entire being immediately softens at the wide-eyed baby in her grey swaddle, resembling a starfish who squirms, babbles, and wails all the same time.

“Aigoo,” Johnny lean forward to let his fingers trace the chubby cheeks of your 8 month old baby girl, Hyunae, with her pursed lips and deep gaze towards the ceiling. “Is Little Miss Hyunae too excited to celebrate daddy’s birthday or feels a little lonely tonight, mhm?”

Her reply? A wide “O” expression in her lips, then a toothless grin showcasing her pink gums. If anything, his voice grounds her. She wiggles a little bit more, earning a chuckle from both of you.

“Alright, Little Miss,” His arms scoop her up, cradling her more comfortably. “It’s daddy’s birthday already. Your first one, so you need to rest like your older brothers so we can all have fun tomorrow.”

She just stares at him, unfocused and deadpanned, as if asking herself “What is the weird man saying and where is my milk?”

“Jeez, John,” You lean over to kiss the little girl’s forehead, who then beams excitedly. “Use easier words on her.”

“I would,” He thinks deeply. “Except she did just interrupt us having birthday sex.”

“Johnny!” You gasp, slapping his shoulder. “She’s a baby!”

“Am I wrong?” He challenges.

“Don’t make me answer that.” Again, life with 3 kids, specifically twins and a baby, disrupted your sex life multiple times. But there’s no need to bring that up again.

“No answer is an answer, love.” He teases as he kisses your forehead. “But hey, at least she’s cute.”

He continues to rock her, humming a familiar lullaby tune that works on the twins back and works the same on her. Slowly, her tiny eyes droop down and drifting back to sleep after a momentary lapse in her flow. Lately, she’s gotten much better with getting through the night. There are still instances, just like tonight, but if anything, she’s everything and more.

“Gosh,” You awe at her, resembling the same brown eyes of Johnny but with your lips and nose. Since she was born, you were elated to have a girl. Your own little girl. “She’s just perfect.”

He nods. “Just like her mother.”

You stand back to let him do his magic on your daughter, hushing and comforting her back to bed. It’s moments like this that you’ve envisioned when you started settling down. A beautiful home, a loving husband, amazing kids, and complete security in your identities as you, a wife, and mother.

As Johnny finally puts Hyunae back in her crib, your arms hug his side.

“Love you,” You mutter. “Happy birthday, Johnny.”

“Thank you,” He replies, pulling you in closer. “This is the best birthday gift ever.”

“Which one?”

“Our family.”

As the late night starts to deepen, you and Johnny just stand there, shoulders brushing, heart still racing, letting the quiet intimacy of just being together linger.

The city hums outside. Your home is calm again.

The chaos waits for later, but for now, you’re still in the moment.

CONTENT AND BLESSED FOR THE LIFE YOU’VE BUILT WITH JOHNNY SEO.

copyright © 2026 by alluringjae.

[johnjaennie]

BIG BOY JOHNNY ❤️‍🔥

vc to reneejsuh 🖤

[shuafiles]

oh i got another one!!

nct 127 texts enemy!reader is getting drunk and sends them overly flirty(?) messages

nct 127 texts: sending them flirty drunk texts

A/N | more of a confessing to them while drunk

[jhdyuiee]

treasure trove

𓇼 pairing: husband!johnny x fem!reader

𓇼 tags/warnings: fluff, smut!, unprotected sex, tit job, fingering, multiple positions/orgasms, oral (m receiving), tit/breast play, sucking/marking/biting, kissing/making out, dirty talk, breeding kink, cursing, name calling (good girl) & pet names (wife, babe), sex by the beach :0, rough johnny

𓇼 w.c: 2k

𓇼 a.n: hehe, i told ya'll i'd be back very soon and with my first ever johnny fic no less, hehe. anyhow this is the last release of the week, please stay tuned next weekend for my next releases! thank you for your continuous love and support, i truly appreciate it & i love ya'll just so much! until next week, jiji out 🤍

Maldives. 

Nothing beats the ocean side view. The water so clear, so exquisite. You looked out the window of the restaurant you and your husband were dining in for the night. Today marked a day until your honeymoon was over. You were a bit sad, not wanting this to end, not wanting to leave just yet.

You watched as the sun slowly set, illuminating the beautiful ocean. You were always fond of the ocean, it was the center of all your good moments in life. You teared your gaze from the beautiful ocean to the man in front of you.

Your husband: Johnny Suh.

“I’m starting to think you’re on this honeymoon with the ocean rather than with me,” Johnny says as he swirls the wine in his cup.

You couldn’t help but smile at his commentary. “Jealous of the ocean, Suh?” you teased.

“You’re a Suh too now you know,” he answered, taking the cup of wine to his lips. His face scrunches up when he gets a taste. He sets the glass down, using that hand to entwine his fingers with yours.

“Did I ever tell you how magnificent you look tonight?” your husband speaks, a slight blush adorning your cheeks.

“Yes, yes you have… in fact it's all you’ve said to be tonight,” you told your husband who just looked at you like a love struck fool. He was your fool, head over heels for you. In Johnny’s world he always thanked the lord above for letting him meet someone like you.

“Well, what can I say, my wife is simply just the most radiant woman in the whole world!” he says a bit louder, loud enough for other guests to hear.

You slightly shout his name as you see the few guests turn around to your table. Johnny just laughs, bringing your entwined hands to his lips where he kissed it so lovingly.

“I love you,” he mutters, instantly melting your heart.

“I love you too,” you tell him as you then bring his hand to your lips so you could do the same thing.

And so your dinner with Johnny continued, laughter and smiles radiating from your table. Everyone in that restaurant could feel the love surrounding you two– the newly wedded couple. Once it was time to go, Johnny made sure to take your hand–holding it real tight–and walk you to his car. You noticed there was no one else there except you two, Johnny noticed this too. And Johnny for one was someone who wouldn’t miss an opportunity to do something… revolting.

His hands quickly find their way to your waist, holding you as he slams his mouth onto yours. You could taste remnants of his wine from him, intoxicating yourself. You didn’t mean the wine, but Johnny himself, the man was like an addicting drug, something you couldn’t help but intoxicate yourself with.

You find yourself trapped, being eaten alive almost. His tongue fights against yours, dominance overriding Johnny. His hands lingered on your ass, groping it which caused you to moan into his mouth. He lightly smacks one of your cheeks before soothing it. You could feel your panties begin to wetten, yourself begin to heat up.

He parts from the heated kiss first, instead going to kiss your cheek, jaw, before settling on your neck. He uses one hand to brush away any hairs, leaving your neck in full exposure to him. He nips on your skin before sucking on it. You grab onto his brown locks, holding him as he tries marking you. You were sure you were going to be left in a body full of marks by the time ya’ll leave tomorrow. Well, not that you were complaining.

Once Johnny felt satisfied he parts from your neck, meeting you at eye level. And just as he was about to devour you again, you two hear a woman’s laughter in the distance. You two freeze, instantly sobering up. However you didn’t fail to notice the remnants of lust in Johnny's eyes.

“Just wait until we get into the villa,” he whispers into your ear before taking your hand to guide you to the passenger seat. As you take your seat and he begins to drive off, your mind wanders to all the indecencies that are about to unravel.

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

You two couldn’t make it past the front door before he had you two undressing. You were left in nothing, naked as he sucked on your tits. “How are you so perfect,” he groans against your breast, kissing his way to the other one where he proceeds to suck on your nipple before marking you up. You gripped onto his hair, watching as he loved on your body.

When he’s had enough he brings his lips to yours, pecking them before saying, “why don’t you take care of me now, I’ve been hard ever since the restaurant.” Johnny guides your hand to his hardened member that was still confined by his boxers. You shyly smiled before dropping onto your knees where you then proceed to take them off. His cock springs out, leaking with pre already and the tip looking red.

You licked your lips before inching towards his cock. You dart your tongue out before swirling it around his tip, licking up his pre. You groaned at the sour taste, only focusing on his tip. Johnny looks down at you with an urge to just shove himself down your throat, but he wanted you to do it yourself. He watched as your cute tongue licked his tip before licking his slit. He curses and closes his eyes at the pleasuring sensation.

You looked up, finding your husband in pure ecstasy from just some licking. You felt it was right to now kick things up a notch, so you spit on his cock. You used one of your hands to spread the spit around him, making sure to wet him well. When you felt it was wet enough you begin. 

Johnny opens his eyes again when he feels his cock slide in between something soft, something he knew all too well: your tits.

“Fuck,” Johnny curses as he watches you try to fuck his cock in between your tits. Eventually opting to help you out by thrusting himself in between them, watching as you take his tip inside your mouth.

He knew he wasn't going to last, feeling himself nearing his release. You too could feel it in the way he twitched in between you. So being the caring wife that you are, you helped him out a bit by squeezing your tits a bit tighter and taking him in your mouth more deeper.

Johnny gripped your head, holding it as he came. His warm seeds erupting inside your mouth before you swallowed them. You lick him clean one last time before getting back up. Johnny immediately kisses you, tasting himself on you. You feel as his fingers go to your dripping cunt, he moans at the amount of juice overflowing you right now. He continues, sliding them in between your pussy lips. He barely gets to your entrance before you part from the kiss to say: “Pl-Please Johnny, in-inside… inside me pl-please.”

He groans, “anything for you my wife,” he says, unable to resist your pleas.

He flips your two around, your back against the wall. He takes one of your legs into his hand, holding it as he uses his other hand to bring his cock to your dripping entrance. You watched intently, watched as you swallowed him right up. Your hands fly to his shoulders, holding him as you feel his girth spread your gummy walls apart. He was snug inside you, fitting into you just right.

“So fucking tight, feels so good,” Johnny moans against your ear before kissing it. You mutter a sultry, yes, back to him.

Johnny starts thrusting, in and out, you watched with watery eyes. The pleasure so massive as you feel his cock reach up to your cervix, kissing your womb so nicely. You chant out his name when he continues pumping his length into you ruthlessly. You could feel yourself being fucked into oblivion already. You tightened yourself even more around him. “Fuck, already gonna cum babe?” Johnny asks.

“Mmmm,” you say, unable to cohort a simple sentence. Your fingers scratched Johnny’s back as he continued pounding you against the wall.

Johnny watches you in pleasure, watching the way your tits bounced in front of him. It was a sight he couldn't pass up on. Johnny wraps his mouth around one of your nipples, sucking on the poor thing as you grew closer to your release.

Too lost in the overstimulation from his cock and mouth, you failed to notice his fingers which grazed your clit. It wasn’t until you felt them rub your clit that you felt your eyes widened. Involuntary moans erupted from you as he continued playing with your clit.

“I’m… I’m cumming,” you moaned, as you gushed around his cock. Johnny too moans, loving the way you felt as you came around his cock. He continues his thrusting, overstimulating you into mini orgasms until he finally cums. You still couldn’t get used to how much he would cum, how’d he’d fill you up with such warmth.

However, just when you thought it was over, it wasn’t. Unlike the other nights, tonight Johnny was in a desperation of more. He carried you further inside the villa, rushing to the bedroom. He plops you on the bed, feeling it dip as he climbs on as well. Johnny opens your legs, watching as your and his orgasm mixed together and dripped out of you.

“Say, my dear wife, what if we have a child,” Johnny blurts out.

You didn’t know what to say, was this the cause of his sex driven state or was he genuine? Well, whatever the case, you didn’t mind. You were always talking about how much you wanted a child and were always ready to have one if the time ever arose.

“Do it, get me pregnant tonight my dear husband,” you whispered, pecking his lips. you were testing him, a test Johnny wasn’t going to play by tonight. He backs up a bit, spreading your legs wider before positioning his cock in between your folds. He rubs himself in between them, gathering the remnants of his leaking cum only to push them back inside.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, “I could feel you so deep.”

Johnny smirks, watching your face twist in pleasure, watching as your eyes glistened with tears. He pistoned his thrust, hips slapping against your ass. He continues his ruthless thrust in and out of your cunt as the squelching sounds echoed in the room. He was wrecking your cunt, trying to make sure he was the only one that could ever leave you satisfied for all your life.

“Keep squeezing me babe and you’ll milk me in no time,” he groans, feeling as you squeezed him. “Good girl, just like that,” he then says as he rubs your clit once more.

“I’m go-gonna cum,” you moaned, tongue lolling out, “Cum wi-with me!”

His thrusting falters, going irregular until he finally cums inside you for a second time tonight. Yet he wasn’t done, he still had a promise to uphold. The promise to make sure you left this trip pregnant with his child, our child. And so he fucks his cum into you deeper, not stopping until he’s sure he’s made you pregnant. 

𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉

Once everything seemed all perfect to him, Johnny takes his cock out of your stuffed pussy. Remnants of his animalistic side, subduing and being replaced by a gentle and cuddly husband. Johnny engulfed you into his body, his warmth, as he whispered sweet-nothings into your ear. 

Then everything fell silent, the ocean waves sounding in the distance lulling you to sleep. You peacefully slept in Johnny’s arms, resting after a long day and night. In the midst of you sleep you felt a hand graze your stomach, and a loving whisper in your ear.

“I promise to protect you both, my treasures.”

© jhdyuiee

2024. 11. 10

final a.n: have a great weekend! stay safe! & creds to the person who created the dividers, i lost their tumblr page so i couldn't tag them ahhh

[bamjjwi]

wait so what ticket do i buy to get mark on my lap ???

[lovietheory]

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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

lovietheory™ ───── 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖽. bambi

[jjaeh]

WTF WTF WTFFFF

JAEHYUN AND JOHNNY MET MATT DAMON AND CHARLIZE THERON FOR THE ODYSSEY INTERVUEW????? IM SCREAAMIIIING

Jaehyun looked like a kidㅠㅠ