CRUSH
synopsis ♱ a teeny tiny university crush wasn’t really meant to be escalated into something this deep.
⋆˚꩜｡ warnings: oral f! receiving, rough pounding, smut, fingering, unprotected sex
being part of the university life and the hush hush meant you had a front row ticket to every kind of person be it the loud ones, the invisible ones, and then there was johan seong.
he was a strange cocktail of all three quiet, maybe a bit nerdy, and weirdly intense it’s the way his wavy brown hair constantly fell over his sharp eyes that felt like they could see straight through you. he barely spoke, preferring to stay wrapped in his own bubble with is headphones always clinging to his ears and hood up. yet something about his silent presence made the air feel heavier whenever he was nearby.
you’d been watching him from the edges for weeks.
while your so called "friends" drowned themselves in shallow gossip and half assed excuses about how they couldn’t make it time for the deadline of the project, you were stuck carrying a group project they wanted nothing to do with. the frustration finally pushed you over the edge. heart pounding, you walked up to his usual corner table in the library.
“hey,” you breathed.
johan looked up at you, slowly pulling one side of his headphones down. that low, warm “hey” of his slid right down your spine like a fingertip. you explained the mess of the project that you had to work on to top off the fabulous fiasco, the flaky groupmates, the looming deadline, the panic of presenting without the unity. he listened without interrupting, those sharp eyes softening just a little as he gave a small, focused nod. “i can help if you want.”
the next day the library was quiet enough that you could hear your own heartbeat ( hypothetically ) when you finally approached johan seong’s corner table with the materials and integrated topics.
what started as study sessions quickly became something else. shared textbooks turned into lingering eye contact. late night coffee runs turned into unintentional dates. until one windy night, right before the closing of the library, johan leaned in close and admitted, “look i can’t do this anymore okay?”
“do what johan what’s wrong?”
“act like i don’t fucking like you okay, you’ve been telling me about your exes and it doesn’t make it any better.”
“so you’re saying i should stop talking about my exes? wait sorry i didn’t mean it like that i mean if you’re uncomfortable i can stop it’s genuinely no issue.”
oh he was mortified. he sure was. “fuck is that got to do with the fact that i like you huh you not gonna acknowledge that or what? because i feel like an motherfuckin idiot.”
you were amazed. wow johan? no wait… let’s rephrase that.. JOHAN FUCKING SEONG LIKED YOU? wait actually? so does he know about how you’ve been eye fucking him for months? well that was something you didn’t really expect to happen but you couldn’t miss the chance afterall he was your crush.
your cheeks burned. “i’ve liked you too, johan.”
he looked at you with the most faintest and the shyest smile ever. “fuck… come with me.”
the second his apartment door clicked shut behind you, it was as if everything about him changed.
“take everything off,” he said, although his voce was cracking with a mix of embarrassment and hunger. his eyes dragged over you as you obeyed, dark and desperate. when he stripped too, you realized the lean body hiding under those hoodies was all tight muscle. eh? he’s this hot??!!
johan dropped to his knees without any warning his strong hands gripped your ass, yanking you forward as his tongue slid between your already wet folds and flicked firmly over your clit. you gasped, hips jerking. two long fingers pushed inside you at the same time, curling deep and stroking that perfect spot with devastating accuracy.
“j-johan shittt” you moaned, thighs trembling.
he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your eyes roll back. while his mouth sucked and licked on your bud with relentless focus, when he was done you reached down and wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking him until he was a whimpering mess.
you were still panting when he rose, spinning you around and pressing your chest against the wall. his large hands wrapped around your waist, almost spanning it completely. you felt the thick heat of his cock sliding between your ass cheeks as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“your skin is so fucking soft,” he whispered, nibbling at your earlobe. “i’ve got you. just breathe.”
he hooked one of your legs around his hip, lined himself up, and sank into you in one slow, smooth thrust. the stretch made you whimper. johan let out a low, broken sound, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he started moving pounding faster strokes that made your toes curl.
he rolled his hips deliberately, grinding against your clit with every thrust, one hand braced beside your head while the other held your waist in a bruising grip. you clawed at his shoulder, gasping as another orgasm built fast and sharp.
“that’s it… come for me again,” he murmured, now strained.
you shattered around him with a cry, walls pulsing tight. johan fucked you through it, then scooped you up like you weighed nothing, carrying you to his bedroom.
he laid you down gently, but the hunger in his eyes hadn’t faded. flushed and breathing hard, he knelt between your spread thighs and asked softly, “will you stay the night?”
before you could answer, he parted your folds with his thumbs and dragged his tongue through your slick heat like he was starving. he licked and sucked with messy devotion until your back arched off the bed, fingers tangled in his wavy hair. “will you?”
“fuck it… yes i’ll stay come here..”
only then did he crawl up your body and slide back inside you, this time slower, deeper, more intimate. his abs flexed with every thrust as he watched your face, eyes half lidded with pleasure. the gentle rhythm gradually turned desperate, his hips snapping harder as both of you chased release. “johan wait i canttt ngh-
“you can.”
a deep groan rumbled in his chest when he finally came, hips stuttering as he spilled hot and deep inside you. you followed right after, clenching around him until you were both trembling and breathless.
johan collapsed on top of you, sweat slick and panting, pressing lazy kisses to your neck as the he settled around you.
“stay with me okay? don’t go.” he whispered against your skin, voice soft and vulnerable again.
you smiled, threading your fingers through his hair.“fingers crossed hmm? i’m not going anywhere.”
his ears went red as he chuckled holding you tighter.
