Hello, friend. i am here to do a great service to the Johfam community. Might I request Johnny + praise kink?
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Oh my god Johnny Suh with filming. Imagine him praising y/n. Soft Dom Johnny hits different...
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johnny + filming + praise kink
genre: smut, fluff
wc: 3.5k
warnings: praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (not height but dick size), bulge kink,breath play, oral sex, cum play, filming intercourse, sex under the influence of alcohol, mentions of getting high
a/n: anon I merged your asks I hope thatās okay! This was so self indulgent itās not even a drabble anymore šš nikki thank you sm for brainstorming with me and giving me so many ideas I hope you like this MWAH I LOVE YOU ššššš
Your stomach drops as the hotelās elevator rises to a higher floor, stumbling on your heels a little as you try to keep your balance. Luckily, your boyfriend Johnny is right there to catch you, strong arms wrapping around you, his chest against your back. He smells amazing, you think out loud, expensive cologne mixed with the smell of rum from the sweet cocktails you had downed earlier. A little tired from your night out, you let your body relax against his with a sigh, zoning out as you stare at the floor buttons glow sequentially. Johnny, however, is looking at you.
He just canāt get over how good you look tonight. Maybe itās the drinks generating a pleasant buzz in his head that make you look so beautiful even under the rough, fluorescent lighting of the elevator. Maybe itās the dress youāre wearing, beautiful silk covering your body down to your thighs, plunging neckline taking his breath away. His hands are on your hips, smoothing down the slightly wrinkled fabric under his fingertips, his sharp eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. Softly, he sweeps your hair away from your nape, the touch making you shiver.
You reposition his jacket that almost fell off your shoulders from the movement. He gave it to you on your way back, noticing you rub your exposed arms that were grazed by the chilly air of the summer night. It smells just like him, and itās warm like his embrace, but that doesnāt keep you from being extra clingy to him. Even now, on your vacation, when you spend every moment of the day next to him, you still feel like you can never get enough.
The metallic door slides open, successfully awakening you from your daydream. With a hand on the small of your back, Johnny leads you to the hallway, and then towards your room. Youāve just managed to find the room key in the midst of the messy contents of your bag when your boyfriend turns you around, pinning you like a note against the door with his body.
His lips are bruising against yours, kissing you with such force that all air gets knocked out of your lungs. You pant against his mouth, wanting his tongue against yours more than you need air, and when you softly trap his plump bottom lip against your teeth your wish gets granted. He tastes bittersweet, like the rum, and fruity from your lipgloss. If your head wasnāt spinning already it sure is now, as he fits his knee between your thighs strategically. He bounces you a little on his leg then, swallowing the moans you let out as your clothed heat rubs against his quads.
āTake meā, you whisper in a slow kiss, not breaking it as you stumble inside the room, walking backwards, blindly looking for the light switch. The strong light hurts your retinas even with your eyes closed, and Johnny painfully peels himself away from you to turn on the bedside lamp instead. Youāve already worked open the first few buttons of his shirt while kissing him in the hallway, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and unveiling strong arms. Walking back to where he left you, he catches your look of admiration, mirroring it just as fondly.
He stares at you in awe as you lazily glance back at him, eyes hooded and jumping all over his naked chest. Like a reflex after seeing something beautiful, he fishes his manual camera from his back pocket, pointing it towards you. You wait impatiently as he rolls the film inside his Rollei, the crackling sound loud in the silence of the room. He chuckles at the way you wobble on the heels of your feet, waiting for him to be done already.
You flash him a drunk smile that seems innocent enough, yet your blown-out irises are full of mischief. Ordering you to sit still, he squints his eyes as he immortalizes the hungry look on your face in the film. Youāre ready to pounce on him, kiss him so hard that your legs give out and the world starts spinning again, yet you cave in to his demand until you finally hear the āclickā. You always listen to him. He loves that about you.
Retracting his face away from the camera, you canāt help but notice the corners of his eyes dropping in disappointment. Youāll look good, you always do, but the picture just wonāt do you justice. It wonāt capture the way your hair sticks on your temples from the condensation of the humid summer night and your risen temperature from your make-out session earlier. It wonāt capture the way you say his name, drawing out the end of it as if chanting a spell that draws him closer to you. It wonāt capture your heaving chest, your soft moans, the way you move your body.
It becomes increasingly obvious to him that the little token of tonight that he so desperately wants to keep needs to be in motion. And thatās when the idea hits him.
Slipping his arms around your waist, Johnny leaves the camera on the countertop behind you. His lips find the skin of your neck, sucking down the path of a visible vein, biting down to coax a symphony out of you. Your body melts in his hold, mouth gaping open in a gasp of his name.
āDo you know how fucking pretty you look?ā
Your mouth stutters for a response, yet you give up any feeble attempts when he slides a hand lower, grabbing a handful of your ass. With the other he fumbles around the pockets of his jacket thatās still hanging from your shoulders, slipping out his iPhone and opening the camera app.
āWeāve always talked about making a movie togetherā, he whispers with a smile, knowing damn well this wasnāt the progressive horror script you brainstormed last time you got high together, āOnly if you want to.ā
You agree to his idea ardently, batting your eyelashes at him as you nod along to his words. With trembling fingers, he presses the red recording dot on the screen, placing his big palm that is free on the side of your face. You nuzzle against it, chasing his warm hand until his fingers graze your lips.
You open your mouth slightly, letting him thumb your lower lip. Tentatively, you let your tongue peek out to taste him, and soon the pad of his finger is pressing down the wet muscle. You suck on the digit eagerly, hollowing out your cheeks as you look at the camera, then releasing it with a loud āpopā. Johnny drags his thumb down, traveling past your lip line, smudging your lipstick even more. He loves to make a mess out of you.
āYou look so pretty on camera, baby.ā
Your face heats up with his words, but he canāt help but be honest. He zones out for a bit, admiring how good your skin looks in the dim lighting, the source reflected on your wet lips. The expensive watch on his wrist catches the light beautifully as well, looking great in the video. His two most prized possessions are in the same shot, both wrapped around his arm. With rough fingers, he prods the skin of your cheeks before grabbing your jaw, cocking your head back to look up at him.
āYouāre gonna be good for daddyās video, yeah?ā
āUh huhā
āWhy donāt you get on your knees like a good girl?ā
āYes, daddyā, you manage to croak, your hands immediately latching onto the unbuttoned part of his shirt. After fully uncovering his toned abdomen with quick fingers, you start to drag your nails down his abs, sinking on your knees.
You fall in love with him some more as you hit the ground, staring up at him piously as your eyes meet his. Taking a step forward, he nudges your face naughtily with the obvious print on his white shorts.
āSee what you do to me?ā
You nod then, too quiet for Johnnyās liking, and start to lick on the fabric covering his clothed hard-on. The heat of your mouth combined with the soft pressure of your tongue have him shake the camera involuntarily; the stimulation was just enough to drive him insane.
With a pinch of his fingers, he zooms in on you drooling over his crotch.
āWill you take my shorts off for me, baby? My hands are a little busy.ā
āYes, daddy.ā
Not wasting any time, you hook your fingers under his belt, unbuckling it open. The sound of his zipper sends a wave of heat between your thighs, wetness already dripping down your bare pussy. You push his shorts down his long legs, taking his boxer briefs with you. When his length pops out in its full glory, half-hard in the air and almost hitting you in the face, your mouth starts to water.
āTake it slow. Iām a big guy.ā
The first logical step to you seems to be putting your hands on him. Looking up for some silent encouragement, you wrap your hand around his dick, your fist looking unprecedentedly small compared to his member. With a steady grip, you start to jerk him off slowly, pumping blood into the vein decorating the top of his shaft and bringing him to full hardness. Proud of your work and propping your ass on the heels of your feet to gain some height on his now raised member, you start to apply more pressure on your grip. Moving from his base to his tip, you start to milk his cock, pushing precum out until heās dripping. You gladly let your welcoming tongue catch the drops.
āLanguageā, he scolds you, kissing his teeth as he rubs his tip against the soft skin of your cheeks. āGood girls donāt swear.ā
His heart melts when you blink back at him, needy tears pooling in your big doe eyes. He wants to give you everything you want and more, being mean to you is never his intention. But when you work for something, the reward is so much greater, is it not? It always made you cum harder.
āIām sorry, daddyā¦ā
āHow about you put this dirty mouth of yours to better use?ā
You pull your head back at his request, letting his tip fall over your lips. Carefully, you start to kitten lick over his tip, salty taste sobering you up. Johnny groans from above you when you start to suck on his head, sucking his teeth when you put him in your mouth. Your tongue swipes over the bottom of his shaft as you bob your head forward, gradually fitting more of him in.
He barely understands you when you ask him how it feels, cock still in your mouth.
āFeels really goodā, he sighs, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear lovingly, āI swear that mouth is something else. Always makes me feel so good.ā
You gloat under his praise, swallowing around him until he hits the back of your throat. You keep him there for a couple of seconds, coaxing all kinds of guttural moans from him until your gag reflex pushes him out.
Ignoring the burning in your throat, you let the spit that has accumulated in your mouth drip over his cock. With a newfound motivation after his approval, you start to suck around him harder, hands toying with his balls at the same time.
āThatās my good girl. So fucking messy for me too, huh? Showing off for daddyās video?ā
Guilty of the accusation, you smile around him, batting your eyelashes straight towards the camera. Johnny loves the confidence, weaving his fingers through your hair to have a better grip of your head. Choosing a steady pace, he starts to thrust into your mouth, slowly at first and focusing on the aesthetics of the video before he loses his patience.
You angle your head slightly backwards, having Johnny drag his tip on the roof of your mouth. You can feel him hold his breath at the tingling sensation, and you yelp when he lightly pushes your head towards his crotch. Grabbing onto his thighs for stability, you let him lead you back and forth, use you for his pleasure. The lewd sounds of you gobbling around him echo loudly in the room, turning Johnny on impossibly much. With a final push, you find your nose buried in the trimmed hair of his crotch, eyes shut tight until he releases you to breathe again.
āOpen up.ā
You relax your jaw as he jerks himself off over your face, pushing out your tongue and chest for him. Johnny groans at the sight, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped open, his fist slapping against his base as he approaches his orgasm.
He comes hard- you can clearly tell by the way he shudders as the first ropes of cum shoot out into the air. Closing your eyes just in case, you feel the warm liquid landing on your swollen lips, overflowing from your mouth and dripping down your jaw.
āGood girlāthat's a good fucking girl. Keep your mouth open for me.ā
He leans down to capture your messy face better, collecting your drool and the cum that missed your tongue with his thumb. Youāre surprised by his cool demeanor, how diligently he scoops it all up to then push it past your lips when heās still rock hard like this. Knowing what he had in mind when he asked you not to swallow, you drop your jaw as far out as you can, showing your cum-covered tongue to the camera.
Johnnyās cock twitches at your little impromptu show, a deep moan bubbling up from the back of his throat when you gulp everything down. His big hand rests on the top of your head, patting down softly.
āYouāre my favorite. The prettiest, hmm?ā
Even in your lust-drunk mind, you canāt help but scoff at his words. You can only imagine what you look like: hair messy, mascara running, drooling from the corner of your lipstick-smudged mouth. If you could recount the moments when you truly felt your prettiest, begging for Johnnyās cock down your throat wouldnāt be on the top of the list.
You see your boyfriend frown, unsatisfied with your answer, and you lose him from his thoughts for a few seconds before he speaks up again.
āAre you ready for your reward?ā
One might say that the way you jumped up on your feet in excitement, glowing under his imminent undivided attention is a little pathetic. Yet those people have never felt what itās like to get fucked by your boyfriend. Nor has he ever made them cum as many times in succession as he has with you. Stripping out of your dress, slow enough to tease the camera, you crawl your way onto the double bed, laying there naked with your knees against your chest.
āCuteā, Johnny chuckles, kicking off his shorts and underwear completely before climbing on the bed with you. His phone is still in his hand, filming you as he finally glides his fingers through your folds. The cool metal of the rings he has on against your hot skin makes you shiver in excitement.
āIām so wet, daddyā, you mewl, speaking his thoughts out loud. Sliding his index upwards, he starts to circle your clit, spreading your wetness around. Your body squirms between the bedsheets, and you arch your back to grind your hips harder against his hands. A curious hand cups one of your boobs, massaging the hardened nipple on top.
āI need you so much.ā
āI know, angel.ā
You take a moment to admire the little nail marks youāve left on his body, and Johnny smirks when he catches you in the act. His dick is still hard as ever, red and angry and staring at you.
He positions the tip of his cock to your entrance, sliding it over your slit until youāre begging for him to just slip it in already. He could spend hours on top of you like that, yet your body is way too inviting for him to resist you any longer.
āOh-ā
If Johnny didnāt hate having you curse on camera as much, youād have definitely spewed every profanity in mind when he inserted himself halfway inside you. Heās just so big, long and thick and stretching you out until your mind goes blank. The phone wavers along with his hand when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, not sure whether to film your lewd expression or filled cunt, awkwardly capturing your midriff instead. When he finally bottoms out inside you, hitting your cervix, you have to bite your fist to avoid any noise complaints.
Making it his main goal to have you struggle to muffle your moans as much as he can, you see him lean his upper body back, angling himself so that he rubs against your walls even harder. A moving bulge becomes visible on your lower belly as he thrusts again, showing his cock moving inside you.
āYou feel it all the way to your tummy?ā, he asks you, featherly moving his fingertips over the bulge.
āYesā, you breathe out, already feeling the knot in your stomach unraveling, āyouāre so big.ā
āYou can take itā, he reassures you, his sweet tone not matching the filthy things he says, āSuch a tight little pussy but you always fit me so well.ā
āMoreā, you plead, and when you remember your begging is being recorded, you bury your face in the pillows from embarrassment.
Something shifts in him, a newfound desire to please you igniting inside him, and he rests his phone on the bedside table, still focused on the both of you.
After throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, Johnny falls forward, palms resting next to your head. With his right hand free now and itching to touch you, he decides to wrap it around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure that sends a tingle between your legs. When he starts to snap his hips against yours, setting a brutal pace that sends the bed hitting against the wall, you let out one staccato scream of pleasure after the other. Youāre overwhelmed, in the best kind of way, and you can feel your climax getting closer than ever.
His concentrated eyes are burning holes into your face, relishing the way it twists as you take him. With each thrust, another word leaves his mouth.
āSo. Fucking. Pretty.ā
Your body is completely surrendered to him, trying to keep up with his stamina as he rails you, so lost in the euphoria that you almost miss his next words.
āSay it.ā
āHuh?ā
āSay that youāre pretty.ā
Your face burns at his request, feeling too shy and far gone to mouth the compliment aimed towards you. Losing his patience, Johnny grabs your jaw, turning your face sideways, towards his phone.
āLook at the camera, and say it. Say it or Iāll stop.ā
Hot tears start to flow from the corners of your eyes, staining your cheeks. The mere thought of your orgasm being robbed from you has you following his demand in a second.
āIām pretty.ā
āWhat was that?ā, he asks you to repeat, biting the soft skin under your ears, āI couldnāt hear you, baby.ā
āIām pretty!ā, you repeat, louder this time. Johnnyās pace picks up more, hips snapping against your soaked thighs and enlarged cock stretching you open.
āThe prettiest?ā
āThe prettiest, yes! Fuck, Iām gonna cum!ā
You barely finish your sentence before your orgasm washes over you, legs twitching and pussy convulsing around him. Johnny cums again just a second later, milked dry by your walls pressing around him, his loud moans blending with yours harmoniously. He fills you up nicely, just like you asked him too, hot cum overflowing out of you as he rides out your highs.
Panting, you blindly find his lips, kissing him languidly for as long as you can take his body weight on top of you. He licks sweet nothings and praises into the skin of your neck, making your heart swell in your chest so much you think it will burst from the seams. Youāre not sure how long youād been laying like that, with him still inside you so that youāre never apart, simply enjoying each otherās presence. The drunk āI love youās you exchange is the last thing you remember before you both drowse off to sleep, your little movie long forgotten now.
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philophobia, n. - a fear of love, or falling in love [an NCT fic]
as a rich, socialite party girl queen bee, youāre, honestly, a spoiled brat who gets whatever and whoever she wants. enter two boys who want something from you that you never planned to give up any time soon.
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table of contents;
teaser //Ā one (particular taste) > part two, part three // two (thereās nothing holding me back)Ā > part two // three (kid in love)Ā > part two // four (nervous) // five (fallinā all in you) > part two // six (lights on) // seven (where were you in the morning?) // eight (lost in japan / no promises / why) // nine (like to be you) // ten (queen) // eleven (ruin) // twelve (i need it / because i had you / three empty words) // thirteen (mutual)Ā // fourteen (perfectly wrong)Ā // fifteen (when youāre ready) // sixteen (crazy)Ā // epilogue (never be alone)
Summary | After a break-up with your boyfriend of one year, you find yourself in bed with a handsome stranger you meet at a bar. You pride yourself in keeping your personal and professional life at a distance, never daring to mix the two. That is, until that handsome stranger becomes your new co-worker.
Pairing | Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader
Genre + AU | Romance, smut + strangers to lovers, coworkers to lovers, office romance, secret relationship
WC | 19.7k
Content | Mentions of alcohol and food consumption, side characters (aside from nct members) arenāt based on any specific idols, abusive language from ex, use of Y/N, reader mentions not wanting children, hickies, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, handjob, oral (m+f), creampies, recording, praising, possessiveness, breeding kink, missionary, doggy, mating press, pet names: boss, baby
A/N | I wanted to make this with multiple parts because my original idea could not be posted in just one post without exceeding the post limit. Iām not sure when the next part will be. Also, please note that I do not have any background in business nor do I know anything about how it works behind the scenes, so I tried to make it as simple as possible with the little knowledge I have heh! Let me know what you think & as always, happy reading!
ā The Break Up & The Wingman.
āPaying separately or together?āĀ
The waitress questions politely, shoulders tensing as she asks as if she already knows what the man in front of you is going to say. Thereās a hint of pity in her eyes when she meets yours, like she knew how this night was going to end the second you walked in with the man you spent the last year with.Ā
āSeparately.āĀ
A quiet huff of disbelief leaves the waitress, before she quickly turns it into clearing her throat. You, on the other hand, donāt hide your apathetic demeanor. With a quick hand of your credit card to the waitress, she hastily disappears while you and your now ex-boyfriend sit in silence as those around you continue with their pleasant conversations.Ā
āAre youā¦okay?āĀ
Your ex partner struggles to meet your gaze, but when he does, he nearly shudders at the way youāre looking through him ā like heās nothing but a tiny spec of dust in the air. This quickly turns into a bitter and stark sound that resembles a laugh upon the realization that his words didnāt quite affect you the way heād hoped.
āPathetic.ā He whispers under his breath. āThis is the exact thing I was talking about! No emotions. Itās like speaking to a brick wall all because of your ego.āĀ
Your jaw slacks open and you run the tip of your tongue against the bottom row of your teeth. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head and a dry, unamused scoff leaves you.Ā
āDid you expect me to be sobbing in the middle of this restaurant while begging you to take me back?āĀ
His jaw clenches and his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. You watch as his fingers tighten into a fist and feel the table begin to shake from his knee bouncing up and down from beneath the table. āIf thatās the case, you donāt know me at all.āĀ
With a long sip of the remaining wine left in your glass, your gaze doesnāt falter while the man in front of you seethes in anger at the sight of your calmness. Before he can respond, the waitress returns with your card and the receipt to sign.
āI hope you take this opportunity to better yourself.ā The man in front of you lets out as he slips his card into his wallet and then into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Pushing his chair back, he quickly stands. āOtherwise youāll be alone for the rest of your life.āĀ
Your scoff turns into a dry laugh as your ex-boyfriend pushes past the waitress and out the restaurant doors ā the scent of his expensive cologne, that you once loved, now makes your stomach churn. When you look at the waitress, her eyes soften at the sight of your tiny, closed lip smile.Ā
āYou seem too good for him.ā The waitress quietly comments as you stand and grab your belongings, sliding your card into your purse. āI wouldnāt listen to a word he says.āĀ
āNever planned to.ā You assure with a grin. āI apologize for his rudeness tonight. Heās a condescending jerk.ā Pulling out your wallet, you hand the waitress a crisp hundred dollar bill as a thank you for the professionalism she upheld throughout the night despite your exās awful behavior.Ā
With a swift head shake, she bashfully pushes your hand away before claiming it was too much.Ā
Simply tucking the bill under the bread basket, you give her a final nod before heading towards the bar youāve been itching to get a drink from since the conversation turned sour very early into the night. Your heels click against the marble floors until you slide into the nearest barstool.Ā
āWhat can I get you?ā The handsome bartender smiles a charming little grin that makes your heart jump for a second, but when you see the silver wedding band on his ring finger, the bubble youāre in pops and you huff a small laugh to yourself.
Of course everyone else is in a loving and committed relationship, except for you.
āJust two shots of tequila, please.ā You smile, hiding the disappointment of being single ā once again.Ā
Smoothly throwing his cleaning rag over his shoulder, the bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with your alcohol of choice. When presented, you quickly take the shots with ease ā letting the sting slide down your throat and warm up your entire body.
āIf you donāt mind me asking, miss, but is everything okay?ā
You sigh, then scrunch your nose when you look at him. āBartenders notice everything, huh?āĀ
āWell, either somethingās wrong or you really enjoy tequila ā and no one really likes tequila, do they?ā He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders shaking and bottom lip tucking between his teeth.
āI got broken up with tonight.ā You dryly chuckle, already feeling pathetic hearing how you sound.Ā
āOuch.ā
āHe sucks. Iām just upset I wasted a whole year with him.ā
Your bartenderās lips press into a thin line. Without another word, he refills a shot glass with your choice of alcohol. Then pulls out a fresh glass before filling it up again, but this time lifting it up and towards you. āHereās to a new start, then.āĀ
Lifting your glass, you mirror his movements and you both throw your heads back to let the liquid slide down your throats. You sigh in relief, your body immediately relaxing when you feel the warmth course through you.Ā
āAnything else I can get for you, miss?āĀ
Shaking your head, you give him a quick thanks before you occupy yourself by deleting and blocking your exās number, checking your messages, and ensuring you pace yourself to make your afternoon flight tomorrow. After a few passing guests and text exchanges between you and friends, the bartender surprises you by sliding you a martini with a single olive inside.Ā
āWhatās this?ā You ask with a small smile, stuffing your phone back into your hand bag propped on the barās table top.
āCourtesy of that gentleman down the bar.ā Your bartender grins, pointing at a young man who gives you a small head nod and a smile hidden behind his whiskey. āFull disclosure though, heās a good friend of mine and thinks youāre pretty but he doesnāt wanna come over unless youāre okay with it.ā
āIf Iām not?āĀ
āThen you can take the free drink and Iāll pass on a thank you. If you are, well, everything afterwards is up to you two, isnāt it?ā He smirks at you, tucking his hands under his biceps.
You look down the bar, eyeing the way the bartenderās friend casually scrolls through his phone and taking reserved sips of his drink. āAnd whatās your friendās name?ā You ask aloud, gaze still locked on the man interested in you.
āJohn.ā The bartender nods, watching as you take a cautious sip of your martini. āIām Jaehyun. I thought I might as well introduce myself if Iām introducing you to a friend of mine.ā
āItās nice to meet you.ā You chuckle, introducing yourself before taking another sip of your free drink. āNow be honest with me Jaehyun, does your friend have a girlfriend or wife waiting for him back home? Iām not a fan of getting into drama because a man canāt stay faithful.ā
āHeās painfully single.ā Jaehyun admits as he quietly laughs under his breath. Looking over his shoulder at his friend, he leans forward onto the bar. āLoyal to a fault, sometimes. Heās a good guy though. I promise youāll be safe with him. Hell, I trust him with my life.ā
āYou sound like youāve known him for a while.ā
āToo long.ā Jaehyun laughs, his cute dimples making their appearance in front of you. āSo, what do you think? Wanna meet him or should I just send him your thanks?ā
You pause, pondering the options. But with a sip of alcohol courage, you settle on your answer. āI donāt mind meeting him.ā
āYou wonāt regret it.ā Jaehyun playfully throws you a wink and turns to look at his friend. He tilts his head in your direction, a cheeky and knowing smile curling from his lips.
ā A Very Charming Man.
The tall man at the end of the bar makes his way to you ā dark gray slacks accentuating his long legs, black long sleeve button up shirt wrapped perfectly around his biceps, and a half full glass of whiskey in his hand.Ā
āIāll leave you two to it.ā Jaehyun playfully wiggles his eyebrows after introducing the two of you, then quickly turns his attention to tend to the arrival of new patrons.
With a firm handshake, Johnny locks his eyes with yours as a kind smile curls his lips. Pulling at the barstool next to you, you slightly lean forward and thank him for the free drink he sent your way.Ā
āItās my pleasure.ā He replies, mirroring the way you leaned into him. With a hand respectfully pressed on the middle of your back, he rubs a quick circle before retracting his hand. āIf you donāt mind me asking, what brings you here? Is it personal or business?ā
āBoth, I guess.ā A tiny smile dances on your lips before you take a sip of your drink. āI had dinner with my boyāā You pause and clear your throat, correcting yourself. āEx-boyfriend. And I leave for a work trip. This hotel is closer to the airport, hence my stay.āĀ
Johnny nods, then looks past the second part of your response, clearly not there to talk about work. āSo, that guy you were with is your ex?ā He points behind him with his thumb, gesturing towards the dining area you were previously sitting.Ā
āYou were watching me?ā You tease, the tip of your tongue pressing on the inside of your cheek. Your head slightly tips to the side and you lightly swivel the stool youāre on, almost flattered by the information he let slip.
Johnny drops his head before rubbing his chin, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Pushing his styled hair back with his long fingers, his jaw slacks open just enough to see the tip of his tongue run across the back of his lower teeth.Ā
āBelieve me, Iām not one to look at women who are already taken.ā The edge of his mouth lifts into an unapologetic smirk. āBut you? Youāre hard to ignore.ā
Your eyebrows lift slightly and you smile against your martini glass, trying your best to keep your cool while you assume his words are used on every woman heās interested in.Ā
āNow Iām very curious,ā Johnny lets out, palm facing down and fingers sprawled open on the barās counter top. āDid he break up with you or was it the other way around?ā
āI wish I could tell you I did, but no,ā you quietly huff, āhe broke up with me.ā You bitterly admit, swallowing a big gulp of your alcoholic beverage.Ā
Johnnyās eyebrows furrow, clearly baffled at your words. He shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief. āThereās no way. Did he give you a reason?ā
āMany, actually.ā You giggle, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth with a slight head tilt, thinking back on your ex-boyfriendās reasons behind ending the relationship. āIām too focused on my career and not enough on him. I have to be mentally fucked for not wanting to start my own family. And he chewed me out for not having sex with him for the last three months.ā
Johnny sharply sucks in air through his clenched teeth. āYouāre clearly the problem. Those are huge red flags, didnāt you know that?ā Johnny sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from you as he grins from ear to ear.
āYeah, itās totally me.ā You press your palm to your chest, feigning a bit of pain as you sarcastically admit to your wrongdoings. āYouāre absolutely right. You should run before itās too late.āĀ
You and Johnny quietly laugh to yourselves just as his hand slowly cups under yours; testing the waters to see if youād pull away or not. When you donāt, he leans in just enough for you to smell the fresh aquatic cologne he has on.
āIf you ask me, it sounds like you scared him.āĀ
āWhat?ā You giggle, unknowingly squeezing his hand. āWhatāre you talking about?ā
Johnny grins, enlighten at the fact you asked him to explain. āHot girls are always so oblivious.ā He lets out, slightly shaking his head just before he shifts his feet onto the foot rail on the stool heās sitting on. āYouāre so sure of yourself, it scares him. Some men canāt handle that.ā Johnny playfully shrugs before finally swallowing the last of his drink.
You catch the way his Adamās apple bobs up and down when he swallows, the condensation of melted ice slowly rolling down his long fingers. You tighten your hold on his hand, moving it on the bar top before securing it on your lap. āAnd where do you fall? Does that scare you, too?ā
Johnnyās grin spreads, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. His large hand grabs the leg of your barstool and pulls you closer to him with ease, surprising you with his strength. With your knees fitting perfectly between his, his bold actions cause a flurry of butterflies in your torso and lustful thoughts rush straight to your brain.
āNot at all.ā He confidently answers, carefully leaning into the backrest of his stool. āI find it very attractive, actually. Iām even glad he fumbled the way he did.ā
āWhyās that?" You giggle as your palm gently rubs up and down the fabric over his thigh. His muscles tense up and you watch the way he casually drags his thumb against his bottom lip.Ā
āWell, for starters, Iām with you right now and heās not. That itself is a win, donāt you think?ā He cockily grins, straightening his posture.
You canāt help but giggle, amused and in awe by his naturally charming demeanor. āAre you always this smooth with your words?ā You ask, leaning forward enough to invite yourself into his personal bubble.
You donāt expect him to mirror your actions, but he does and your breath catches when his lips are inches away from yours.Ā
āOnly with women Iām interested in.ā His gaze falls to your lips, then back to your eyes. āDo you always play hard to get?ā
āOnly when I donāt wanna seem too eager.ā You reply, pulling yourself away. You watch the way Johnny hungrily locks onto your movements before he leans back, too.
āEager for what?ā
You simply shrug and swallow the last bits of your martini.Ā
āIt can be a lot of things. You could be eager to have a stimulating conversation or to have someone to help you forget about your ex.ā He pauses, eyeing you up and down like heās ready to devour you right then and there. āMaybe youāre eager to sleep with a handsome stranger you met at a hotel bar. Who knows? The possibilities are endless.ā
You bite back a smile, looking away from the stranger in front of you ā almost refusing to admit how easily he saw right through you.
āCan I ask you another personal question?āĀ
āSure. At this point, Iām an open book for you.āĀ
Johnny chooses his words carefully before he speaks. āYou refused to sleep with him. I wanna believe itās because he wasnāt good in bed, but I have a feeling itās more than that.ā
āOh, itās absolutely more than that.ā You chuckle under your breath, sitting up and straightening your posture. You give Johnny a sigh, scoffing in disbelief as you recall your exās words that cut a little deeper than you wanted to admit. āI assume you know what a breeding kink is, right?ā
Johnnyās cheeks flood with a pink hue and youāre unsure if itās from the alcohol or the fact heās surprised the words came out of your mouth. āI, uh, not from experience but Iāve heard of it, sure.ā
āWell, Iām not fond of the idea of having children of my own, but under the right circumstances the idea of breeding is kinda hot ā the possessiveness, the dirty talk, the creampie. Anyway, the idea of stopping my birth control was brought up so he could start a family. I told him I like the act but donāt actually want kids but he told me I was crazy to have the kink and not actually pull through with it.āĀ
Johnnyās expression is unreadable when he looks at you. For a second, you think you've shared too much but he nods, intently listening to your words.Ā
āHis pressure to let him come inside me without protection started to annoy me, so I just took sex off the table. I guess it took him 3 months of no sex to finally end it.ā
āWait,ā Johnny huffs in disbelief, āhe got to come inside of you and still had complaints?ā Johnny runs his palm over his face in slight frustration, shaking his head. āThis guy is a fucking idiot. Listen, if that had been meāā A low whistle leaves his perfectly shaped lips while he hungrily eyes you up and down. āIād shut up. Actually, Iād let you do anything you want to me. Might even thank you if I did.ā
You canāt help but laugh at his ridiculous comment. Playfully pushing his shoulder, you earn a giggle and smirk from him.Ā
Johnny is too charming for your own good ā something you know you shouldnāt fall for; something that has āplayerā written all over it. But you ignore what you know youāre supposed to do because who says you canāt hook up with a handsome stranger you met at a bar that you probably wonāt ever see again?
āSo,ā Johnny quietly interjects your thoughts, holding your hand in his. āLetās say you did have me for a night, what would you want me to do?āĀ
You pause, tilting your head before your lips curved into a sly smile. āIāve been in a shitty relationship for a year with a shitty guy who didnāt know how to fuck me properly.ā You lean in and he meets you halfway. With your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, his skin begins to prickle with anticipation. āShow me what Iāve been missing.ā
He hums a laugh thatās filled with mischief and lust. āMy room or yours?ā His lips part slightly, hand sliding up and down the side of your thigh.ā
āYours.ā
ā Room 1409.
āAfter you.ā Johnny smiles, holding his hotel room door open and gesturing to you to step in.
You sharply inhale, slightly nervous about hooking up with a stranger after so long. Your hold tightens around the straps of your handbag before you step into the air conditioned room. You catch your reflection at the full-length mirror near the closet and you take a quick look at yourself ā thereās a sheen in your eyes from the alcohol, but to your surprise your hair and makeup are still intact.
āBeautiful, arenāt you?ā Johnny whispers, palms sliding over the front of your dark green satin dress wrapped around your torso when his reflection appears behind you. With a swift movement, he twists your body to face him.
You let out a giggle when you nearly trip on your heels. āYouāre a real smooth talker, Johnny.ā
āItās easy when everything I say is true.āĀ
His warm palm slides against the side of your neck before his fingers cups your nape. As his thumb brushes your bottom lip, your heart stutters and slow, shallow breaths begin to slip from between your lips. His thumb slides down your chin before settling just under your jaw, hand loosely wrapped around your neck, but tight enough to make you melt under his touch. When your lower back meets the nearest console table, his hips press into yours and your fingers curl around his black button up, silently begging him to come closer.Ā
The second his lips weave with yours, your knees begin to quiver. The tang of alcohol is prominent, but you donāt mind. Not when his hand grips tighter around your throat making you whimper against his lips.Ā
Itās intoxicating and possessive, like you were always his.
His large hands slide down your waist and squeeze your hips just enough to smoothly lift you until youāre sitting on the wooden consoleās table top. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw all while his hands roam under your dress, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and slides it down your thighs before slipping the thin fabric in back pockets of his dress pants.Ā
Kissing down your throat, he begins sucking hard enough to leave proof of this night. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls your skin taut to leave a deeper discolored bruise, then another, and another. Pushing your dress up and over your head, he trails down your chest to leave a badge of claim between your cleavage and when he drops to his knees, he kisses down your sternum and your hips.Ā
The anticipation is agonizing, yet itās the most intense and satisfying feeling youāve felt in a while. Itās slow, deliberate, but purposeful like Johnny can hear the way your heart pounds against your chest; like he enjoys the way youāre trembling just by grazing his lips over your skin.Ā
Johnny lifts your leg over his broad shoulder while his other hand pushes against your other thigh, spreading your legs wider for him. Tilting your hips, he buries himself between you ā licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.Ā
You donāt realize the way youāre holding your breath, already feeling light headed as you watch him drag his lips closer and closer to your core. Your eyes flick to the mirror behind him and a spark in the pit of your stomach ignites all while excitement pools between your folds.
When Johnny flattens his tongue and glides it over your slit, your mouth slacks open from pleasure. Your fingers comb through his hair as you throw your head back, resting it on the wall behind you.Ā
His name stutters from your mouth, fingers tugging on his now messy and disheveled hair. He swirls the tip of his tongue over your clit and his saliva slides down, mixing with your slick. The pads of his fingers dig into your inner thighs, burying his face deeper into you and wrapping his lips around your drenched pussy, gliding his tongue up and down all while his gaze never shifts from your reaction.Ā
Itās embarrassing, really, how close you are. Heat pools in your lower back and soon travels up your spine and neck before it floods your face entirely. Your chest heaves up and down, already feeling dizzy from the intensity thatās building faster than you can keep up with.Ā
But that certainly doesnāt stop your hips from moving against Johnny when the tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, selfishly chasing the high thatās so close, you can barely hold on. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling your sultry moans that made Johnny harden under his dress pants. Unsatisfied, Johnny tugs on your wrist and pins it to your abdomen while your free hand grips the edge of the table beneath you.Ā
You donāt give Johnny a warning except for a string of curses that youāve intertwined between whimpers. Your velvety walls clench tightly, and so do your thighs, as the coil in your lower abdomen snaps. Your body twitches when his tongue runs over your throbbing clit ā sucking and gently rolling over it until youāre helplessly trembling from the stimulation.Ā
Johnny smirks against you, then tenderly pecks kisses against your soaked core. When he rises he immediately cups your cheeks, but youāre the one who lunges towards him desperately. He lets out a low chuckle, allowing your fingers to hastily undo his leather belt before tucking your hand into his dress pants.
You grin against Johnnyās lips when you feel his long, thick member hidden behind the fabric wrapped around his waist. Dragging your thumb over his leaking tip, Johnny quietly groans before his middle finger rolls over your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips twitch against him.Ā
His middle finger slides into you with ease, your slick coating his entire finger. When he curls his fingertips, it brushes past your sweet spot and makes your walls involuntarily clench around his digit. Your fist tightens around his shaft, jerking it up and down to mirror the way his finger slides in and out of your soaked cunt.Ā
āThis pretty cunt can take one more, right?ā Johnny whispers against your lips as the tip of his ring finger probes your entrance, easing its way through your opening and filling your space to its brim.Ā
You eagerly nod, colliding your lips with his. The sting of the stretch soon melts into pleasure, letting you focus on the feeling of pleasure you couldnāt even fulfill on your own.Ā
Your moans turn into shallow bursts of breathless air, chest rising up and down as his rough palm rubs slaps against your aroused clit. The rhythmic movement inches you closer to another burst of pleasure that makes you insatiable.Ā
Your lips part in a silent cry. Your leg mindlessly wraps around Johnnyās waist, hips grinding against his palm, and nails scratching the fabric over his deltoids. His head drops to your shoulder when he feels your gummy walls pulse around his fingers and his breath warms your bare shoulder with a cocky huff of laughter.
āF-fuck me,ā you beg, hastily push down the waistband of his underwear and dress pants.Ā
His cock springs up and blood rushes to his shaft, his veins protruding against his skin, and his darkened tip leaking with his thick and clear precum. His large hand guides his tip to your entrance and pushes into you. You already feel the way your body has to adjust to his size when he slowly pops his tip in and out over and over again until every inch is swallowed by your needy little cunt.
Your fingers frantically search for the buttons of his shirt, eagerly undoing the top two buttons before Johnny impatiently pulls the fabric apart ā buttons becoming undone as it rips from the threading and falls onto the floor.
The way your palms slide up his chest and across his shoulders to push the fabric of his shirt off sends jolts down his spine and straight to his cock, twitching inside of you. When he allows his shirt to slide off his arms and fall to the floor, he hooks his arms behind your knees then presses his palms against the top of the table console before breaking you open ensuring heās flesh to flesh with you with every hard thrust. Your breath hitches when he slowly but harshly rocks his hips back and forth until your moans are fucked right out of you. The edge of the table bangs against the wall behind you in a rhythmic pattern to match Johnnyās deep and hungry jerk of his hips.
With every rut, he dives deeper into you ā nothing but his tip sweetly kissing your cervix in the compromised angle he has you in. Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you pull him closer and catch a glimpse of the reflection of the mirror. The way his back muscles flex with every slam of his hips makes you pant into his ear, which does nothing but gives him permission to fuck you until your eyes roll to the back of your head and youāre barely forming coherent sentences.Ā
Your fingers manage to tug his hair, tilting his head back before gripping his jaw and forcing his focus to shift from his hips to the way your tongue rolls over his.Ā
With a shaky exhale through his nose, he quickly pulls out of you and your legs fall suddenly without his support. He tugs on your forearm and swiftly manages to have his bare chest pressed against your back as he guides you to the bed.Ā
āBend over.ā He commands through gritted teeth, already pushing down on your shoulders.Ā
You donāt object. With your knees firmly planted into the plush mattress, Johnnyās thick tip pushes past your folds once more but this time your juices help glide inside of you as if he belongs there. A deep raspy groan leaves him when he bottoms out, your body jerking forward as he thrusts. His fingers tightly grip your ass for leverage just before he mercilessly ruts into you. His bare chest presses against your back, heat building between your bodies. His soft grunts fill your ears as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, causing your nails to dig into the sheets before burying your face in them.Ā
Johnny chuckles devilishly, gripping your elbows with both hands and pulling you back until the top half of your body is suspended over the sheets. Snaking a hand down your torso and tucking itself between your thighs, he easily finds your sensitive nub between your folds, circling it delicately. āYouāre not hiding that pretty face from me.āĀ
Youāre not sure how many times youāve reached ecstasy with the way youāre being thrown in positions you thought you were too rigid to be in. Your body trembles, but you happily push past it with the way Johnny eagerly fulfills your request: to show you what youāve been missing out on.Ā
Johnny knew when to slow it down, giving your body the most tender kisses and admiration it rightfully deserved. But he also knew when your body craved for more ā and more, and more ā until youāre tearing from the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation that blurred pain and pleasure seamlessly.Ā
And you enjoy every second of it.Ā
As you lay there, limp and exhausted, a satisfied grin is painted on your face as his seed leaks out of you. Johnnyās plastered beside you, proud and confident as ever. You cuddle into him, feeling his chest rise and fall ā clearly still reeling from the dopamine rush that came with spending the night with you.Ā
āI havenāt felt this amazing in years.ā You sigh, fingertips gently running up and down the crevices of his abdomen.Ā
āGlad to be of service tonight.ā Johnny chuckles as his lips brush against your forehead. āGlad your ex fucked up the way he did.ā
āLoser behavior, I guess.ā You happily sigh. āThough, I do wish I could see the look on his face if he ever saw your cum dripping out of me. He hated the idea of my other exes doing it. Imagine how pissed heād be that I let a stranger do it.ā
āWhy donāt we find out?ā
Your head shoots up, looking at him in confusion. āWhat?ā You awkwardly laugh. āWhat are we gonna do? Invite him here to see this?ā
āNot quite.āĀ
Johnny swings his legs off the side of bed and fishes for his phone from the pocket of his pants. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, he parts your thighs and itās astonishing how quickly you comply. Lifting his phone in view, you quickly catch on to what he has planned. He presses the big red button to film between your thighs, fingers sliding his seed into you. When he lifts his coated middle finger to your lips, he ensures the camera only catches the lower half of your face, as you gladly suck on his digit until he ends the recording.Ā
āWhatās your exās number?ā Johnny questions as the pads of his fingers patiently wait for your reply.
You repeat the number that youāve unfortunately memorized by heart and watch him type it into his phone. āWonāt he just have your number if you send him the video?ā
āItās a good thing Iām changing it when I get back home.ā Johnny smiles as he lays next to you. He hovers his phone, ensuring you can also see the screen and what heās typing.Ā
Thanks for leaving her, loser. Never wouldāve met her at the bar if it werenāt for you. But donāt worry, Iāll take care of her. Iāll just breed her until the only name she knows is mine.Ā
The swoosh sound on iMessage is heard and the delivered notification pops up under Johnnyās message. He silences his phone and tosses it to the side.Ā
You giggle, swinging your leg over him before straddling his lower abdomen. With his palms sliding across the sides of your hips, he grabs a handful of your pillowy rear ā your skin spilling between his fingers before his tip slides into you again, lifting his hips and sinking into you until youāre stuffed full. Pressing your lips to his jaw, you trail soft kisses until you reach just below his earlobe.Ā
āYou should keep your promise. Unlessā¦ā you tease between kisses, āyouāre all bark and no bite?ā
Both you and Johnny miss the flurry of angry texts flooding Johnnyās phone, but neither of you care; not when youāre being shown pleasure in ways you could never imagine until the break of dawn.
āāāāā
Who tf is this?
Fucking answer me you little shit!
[10 missed calls]
Youāre a little bitch. ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.
[6 missed calls]
When I find you I swear to god Iāll beat your ass
[4 missed calls]
I hope you get a fucking STD
āāāāā
Your internal clock and the sun beaming into the room from the balcony wakes you from your sleep. Thereās a delicious ache between your thighs and it takes you a second to process your surroundings, until youāre made aware of the arm that slides across your bare torso and effortlessly pulls you closer to his heated body.
āDonāt tell me youāre thinking of sneaking away before saying goodbye.ā Johnny chuckles ā soft, tired, and raspy. Nuzzling the tip of his nose into your shoulder, a gentle kiss adorns your skin.Ā
āI was gonna leave a note.ā You playfully counter as your fingers mindlessly rake through his thick and messy hair. āBut now that youāre awake, guess I can tell you that I should probably head out to let you pack for your flight back home.āĀ
Johnny groans, lifting his head to see the pieces of clothing haphazardly thrown around the room along with his suitcase wide open with used clothes piled on each other.Ā
āThank you for last night, John.ā You quietly let out, hand gently pressed against his cheek to carefully guide his gaze back to you. āI really appreciate it.ā
āIt was my pleasure.āĀ
Placing a quick kiss to your cheek, you take that as your cue to get ready to leave. His eyes watch your movements intently as you slip on your dress from last night and search for your underwear amongst the pile of clothes.Ā
āWhereād you put my underwear?ā
A tiny snicker leaves his lips before a smug expression washes over him as he leans back into the headboard. When you look at him, he gives you a tiny and innocent shrug. āMaybe if you stay while I pack, itāll show up.ā
You roll your eyes, jaw slacking open with a tiny grin. Your eyes flick to his white long sleeve shirt he wore last night and you swipe it into your hand before wrapping it up around your waist.Ā
āYou can keep that and Iāll take this as a memento.ā You giggle, making your way to his side of the bed. āRemember, itās silk. Donāt make the mistake of throwing it in the washer. Hand wash, only.āĀ
Cupping the sides of his face and tilting it in your direction, you place a kiss on his forehead ā his eyes fluttering shut at the softness of your lips while his arm wraps around your waist.Ā
āHave a safe flight home.āĀ
Johnny chuckles softly, his arm pulling you in effortlessly and your knees press into the side of the mattress. āYou knowā¦Iām a fast packer.ā
āYeah?ā You giggle. āAnd youāre telling me this becauseā¦?ā
āOne more time for old timesā sake? Iāll let you be on top this time.āĀ
Letting out a hum and pretending to contemplate the tempting idea, you gently brush your thumbs over the space just below his eyes before a kiss presses onto his lips.Ā
āLetās have fate decide when we do this again.ā You whisper in the space between your lips. āIn the meantime, I have a meeting to prep for and you have luggage that needs to be packed. Not to mention, a flight you need to catch.āĀ
Johnny sighs in defeat, then a beat of silence follows before speaking again. āThatās fair.āĀ
Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, Johnny gives your skin a quick peck then brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. Cupping your face with a gentle touch, he pulls you in for a kiss ā one of gratitude and farewell all wrapped in the slow movements of his lips.
When you pull away, your forehead presses against his while you catch your breath.Ā Ā
āTake care, Johnny.ā You finally let out, pulling away as he playfully tugs on your fingers.Ā
When you finally get enough distance, your hand drops to your side and Johnnyās arm drops onto the sheets covering his bare lower half. Giving him a final wave goodbye, you grab your belongings and head out into the hallway, feeling renewed. Like a night away from your usual strict routine made you genuinely happy ā something you havenāt felt in a very long time.Ā
āāāāā
Sorry, too busy fucking her dumb to get back to you.Ā
She feels waaay too good to only go one roundā¦or twoā¦or threeā¦
Also thought you should know Y/N says thanks, you helped her realize how bad you are at sex.Ā
And the nameās Johnny, bitch.
[this contact has been blocked]
ā A New Place & A Reintroduction.
āSoā¦ā Mina sheepishly rocks back and forth on her heel, the wind whipping through her thick dark hair. Her fingers grip the handles of her handbag, the leather fabric tapping against her knees as you two wait near the front entrance of the high rise building youāll be working in for the next year.Ā
āSoā¦ā you repeat suspiciously, waiting for Mina to stop beating around the bush and ask you whatās on her mind.Ā
āThat hook upā¦ā she finally lets out, quickly scanning your features for any reaction that would somehow tell her who it was with.
āMina.ā You sternly reply, giving her a look as if to tell her to keep your personal business far from your professional life. āNot now.ā
āIām sorry,ā she whines, childishly stopping her feet. āOne minute Iām thinking youāre getting proposed to at dinner and the next you tell me youāre single and hooked up with a stranger.ā
You sigh, already regretting telling her about your night of fun while waiting at the gate for your flight a week ago. Itās clear to you that this has been stewing in the crevices of Minaās brain, too scared to ask more details knowing how privileged she is to even hear that you hooked up with someone.Ā
āItās like something possessed you. It doesnāt sound like you at all:ā She quietly comments, tucking her hair behind her ear. āI love it, Iām just surprised. Do you know his name at least?ā
Before you could reply, an older man waves and catches your attention. It takes you a second to realize itās the manager youāve been in contact with for the past few months ā Mr. Choi. He appears with an all too excited grin on his face, already telling you heās more than excited for this partnership between your home company and the one youāre temporarily transferred to.
āItās nice to see the both of you again! Come on in, Iāll show you around.ā He smiles, leading you towards the bright lobby of elevators. āIām sorry to hear about the delay in furniture deliveries for the two of you. Iām hoping the hotel suffices until then.āĀ
āOh it does!ā Mina interjects happily, enjoying the room service at the expense of the company account. āThis is by far the best hotel weāve been in and, trust me, weāve been in a lot.āĀ
A deep chuckle rumbles in Mr. Choiās chest, arm extending out between the elevator doors as it opens then gesturing for the two of you to step into the cramped metal box.Ā
āWe take up the top two floors. Beautiful view over the city, I should add.ā Mr. Choi says, sounding a lot like a real estate agent than anything else at the moment. āOur floor is split in two, the east wingāā Mr. Choi looks at you. āIs where youāll be. The west wingāā Mr. Choi looks at Mina. āThatās where youāll be.āĀ
When the elevator doors open, youāre greeted by the floor to ceiling windows providing natural lighting that spills through the central lobby. To the right of you, youāre met with the two receptions who stand upon seeing their manager.
āGood morning, Mr. Choi.ā They greet in unison before their eyes flick towards you and Mina.Ā
Your sights fall towards their lanyard and the identification card that is used to enter the many doors of the building.Ā
āChenle, Jisung,ā Mr. Choi greets, straightening his posture. āIād like you to meet the newest members of our team ā Miss Y/N and Miss Mina.āĀ
āItās nice to meet you, welcome to the team!ā Chenle says, clasping his hands together. āLet us know if we can do anything to make the transition smoother.ā The younger man next to him simply smiles and nods before excusing himself when the phone rings, pulling his attention there instead.
You and Mina give the two younger men a warm smile and a nod, but your verbal appreciation is cut short when youāre gestured towards the west wing by Mr. Choi, who immediately begins spewing out the renovation plan to improve the floor even more.Ā
As youāre swept away, you quickly turn your head to let out a quick thank you to the two men you just met. As you do, you catch a glimpse of disdain on Chenleās face who seems to be burning a hole in the back of Mr. Choi before Jisung playfully punches his bicep to get him back into work.Ā
Just past the restrooms, you see the heavy glass doors at the end of the hallway open up. A man with dark rimmed glasses, a white button up shirt, and dark slacks with his hair perfectly parted into a three-fourths part walks out, his gaze focused on the iPad heās holding.Ā
āAh, Doyoung!ā Mr. Choi loudly greets, starling the man who stops in his tracks.Ā
The man, you now know as Doyoung, mutters something under his breath before gripping the tablet in his hand and pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Meeting him halfway down the hall, Mr. Choi introduces you and Mina.Ā
āMiss Mina, Doyoung is the person who is going to show you the ins and outs of the west wing.ā Mr. Choi informs, watching Mina firmly shake the hand Doyoung extended.Ā
āCanāt wait!ā Mina says enthusiastically.
āCāmon,ā Doyoung quietly says, tilting his head towards the glass doors. āIāll show you to your office. Itās right next to mine.āĀ
āAnd Doyoung,ā Mr. Choi interjects. āIntroduce her to the rest of the team and catch her up, will you?āĀ
You watch Doyoung sharply inhale. His posture fully straightens before a tight lipped smile forms on his lips.Ā
āI will.ā
You watch as your friend disappears behind the foggy glass doors and youāre now left alone with Mr. Choi, analyzing the way his eyes burn intimidatingly while he watches the glass door come to a full close. When he looks at you, they drastically soften and the playful demeanor heās always presented to you reappears.Ā
āLet me show you to your office.ā He nods and the two of you backtrack, passing the central lobby and towards the east wing. Walking past conference room one and two, thatās directly across from each other, youāre guided to a vacant office room thatās filled with sleek, minimal furniture and painted with boring white walls that youāre able to see thatās not covered windows.Ā
āYouāre right, the view is great.ā You let out, making your way towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city below you.Ā
āItās the best!ā Mr. Choi says proudly, as if heās the one who made it that way. āAcross the hall is one of our best employees, but donāt tell him that. He can get a little cocky. Heāll be your point of contact to help you adjust, though heāll be reporting to you.āĀ
You look out the wide picture window that gives you the perfect view inside the unoccupied office across from yours. The same furniture you have is rearranged into a logical design you learned would be efficient for productivity. On the desk, a stack of Manila folders balanced next to his office phone and a notepad with a few bullet points scribbled on the top of the white lined sheet.
āIf heās the best like you say he is, Iād say the confidence is well deserved, no?āĀ
Mr. Choi chuckles, watching as a disarming smile stretches across your face. āA little humbling would do him good, but I suppose youāre right.ā An awkward beat of silence follows before he speaks. āLet me show you the break room.ā
You follow Mr. Choi down the hall and enter the large break room with a few lounge chairs and counters filled with a variety of drinks and snacks for anyoneās enjoyment.Ā
āDidnāt expect everyone to be in here.ā Mr. Choi said sternly, scanning the room filled with employees who shamefully looked down at the floor beneath them.Ā
The contrast of the chattering then and the dead silence now is stark. You watch as some employees uncomfortably shift from one foot to another while others finish up making their morning coffee. Then Mr. Choi clears his throat, adjusts his posture to his full height and crosses his hands against the small of his back.Ā
āIād like you all to meet the newest member of our team, Miss Y/N.ā
Their sights land on you all at once making you feel uncomfortable beyond comparison. You manage to give them a small wave and they mirror your movements, a quiet wave of āhiā and āhellosā filling the space. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife.Ā
āLooking forward to working with you all,ā you smile, quickly pulling yourself together ā straightening your posture, lowering your hands to your sides, and taking a half step forward.Ā
Mr. Choi takes a full step forward, now placing you slightly behind him. āIām sure you all have work to start on, right?ā He says, an edge to his voice to grab any semblance of power in front of you.Ā
With another step forward, youāre now next to Mr. Choi. The uncomfortable look on the employees face is prominent, making you realize Mr. Choi is purposefully ignoring it.Ā
āIām sure theyāre fueling for the day ahead.ā You interject, looking at Mr. Choi dead in the eyes, something youāve learned from your years in this career. āDonāt we all need a little moment to ourselves and a nice cup of coffee before diving into piles of work?ā
You flash Mr. Choi another placating smile with your hand gently placing itself on his shoulder for a second before retracting it next to your side.
āI mean, I know I do.ā You chuckle, looking at the rest of the employees. They quickly catch on to your point and each one of them gives an agreeable head nod.Ā
āI suppose youāre right.ā Mr. Choi quickly agrees, palm of his hand rubbing the back of his flushed neck. āAgain.ā He quietly chuckles, sliding his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.
Mina appears beside you and so does Doyoung, hand still holding the iPad but this time, glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his collared shirt. Doyoung does his part in introducing Mina who, like always, greets with the utmost enthusiasm.Ā
Mr. Choiās phone rings, excusing himself to the corner of the room as he takes the call. You take this opportunity to get the names of some of the employees to begin building rapport with them after the awkward initial meeting.Ā
From the corner of your eye, you watch the way Mr. Choi snaps his fingers to catch Doyoungās attention, his phone still pressed to his ear. He whispers something into the young employee's ear and you know itās about you when Doyoungās eyes lock onto yours. Then just like that, the older manager disappears out of the break room and into a conference room for more privacy to pace back and forth.
With a small wave goodbye, the employees disappear into a bigger room filled with cubicles separating them into smaller spaces. Doyoung follows suit, making his way out the door before you stop him.
āUh, Doyoungāā you call out, stepping towards him. āCan I speak with youā¦in my office?āĀ
Surprised with your request, he nods hesitantly before both him and Mina follow you. Closing the door, Mina leans against your desk while cranning her neck to take in the boring look of your new space. Doyoung stands in the middle of the room, patiently waiting.
āWhatās the deal with the tension between everyone and Mr. Choi?ā You blatantly ask, catching the employee in front of you by surprise.Ā
Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, he gently scratches his prickling scalp. His mouth falls open, only to close again.Ā
āTension?ā Mina squeaks, catching everyoneās attention. āThereās tension?āĀ
Doyoung sighs, balancing his iPad on the arm rest of a nearby sofa. āHeās fairly new.ā Doyoung begins to explain. āAnd utterly incompetent at doing his job. A lot of us feel that heās on a constant power trip and it doesnāt help when he belittles anyone that isnāt a specialist, analyst, or consultant.āĀ
āHowād he get the job?ā Mina questions, reading your mind and saving you from asking the question yourself.Ā
āConnections.ā Thereās an edge of annoyance in his tone. āApparently, heās friends with the founder. Though, I highly doubt the founder knows how shitty Mr. Choiāā
The two loud knocks on your office door startle the three of you before the door swings open and you see the subject of your conversation step through the door frame. Behind him stood a 6 foot 3 man with his dark locks slicked back and a killer smirk lifted from the corner of his mouth, lowering his disposable coffee cup from his lips when he locked with your gaze.Ā
āJohn, this is Miss Y/N.ā Mr. Choi introduces, stepping forward and causing Doyoung to step back, settling himself next to his point of contact thatās now lingering by the window and snapping photos of the view. āMiss Y/N, this is John Suh. Heāll be working with you to ensure youāre acclimated to the new environment. Heāll assist you in whatever you need and will be reporting to you as well.āĀ
Your heart pounds against your ribs so hard youāre certain itāll leave bruises. A knot tightens in the pit of your stomach, anxiety rising when you remember the night you shared ā expect now heās not just a handsome stranger you met at a bar, heās your co-worker; one youāll be working closely with for the next year.Ā
āItās nice to meet you,ā Johnny interjects with a smile, feigning obliviousness and giving you a firm handshake like the one he gave the night you met.Ā
āYeah, itās nice to meet you too.ā You nod. āI heard youāre the best guy here. I have nothing but high expectations.ā
Johnny huffs out a quiet laugh, fingers holding his coffee cup by its rim. āI wonāt disappoint you.ā
āGood.ā You clear your throat, your hands clasping together just below your belly button. āWe should probably catch up on the recent projects coming up.āĀ
āWe should do the same,ā Mina says as she points her finger between the space separating herself and Doyoung. āWalk me through the campaigns and Iād like to see dataāā
Mr. Choi chuckles ā an unamused laugh that makes a knot twist in your stomach. You didnāt like the way his hand wiped over his mouth or the way he shook his head slightly as he scratched over the stubble he didnāt shave before coming to work.Ā
āWhatās funny?ā You question, cocking your head to the side in confusion. You look over at Doyoung and take a sharp inhale, bracing himself for the comment the manager is about to make.Ā
āI canāt help but think weāre overestimating the value of our creative department.ā Mr. Choi says ignorantly with a dismissive shrug to his shoulders. āI mean, anyone with a smartphone can upload a post to social media.āĀ
Your blood boils, heat rushing to your cheeks and a slight ringing in your ear. Between the surprised look on Minaās face, the second hand embarrassment in Doyoungās, and Johnny's tense expression written all over his face, you canāt not say something.Ā
āBut what do I know right?ā Mr. Choi laughs, crossing his arms over his chest and an oblivious laugh leaving his lips.Ā
Johnny steps forward to defend Doyoungās team, something heās done countless times before, knowing Doyoung wonāt ruffle feathers with a man as ignorant as Mr. Choi.Ā
But you speak before he can.
āSir, I hope youāre not insinuating our creative team doesnāt provide an essential role to this company?ā You let out, voice calm and steady. āIād hate to see when a poorly thought out campaign or a post highlighting a failed strategy goes viral. It wouldnāt reflect well on the company or the founder, would it?āĀ
The mere mention of the founder turns Mr. Choiās face pale, letting your words sink in before uncomfortably clearing his throat. Your eyes lock with his, refusing to be the first person to look away. Mr. Choi feels the tension, beads of sweat forming on the nape of his neck before looking down; your comment about the founder rattling him more than anything.Ā
āYouāre right.ā He manages to let out, rolling his shoulders back in a lame attempt to recoup. āI will let the four of you get back to work. Please let me know if you need anything.ā
And just like that, with no apology, Mr. Choi turns on his heels and walks out of your office and straight to the elevators.
āWell that was fucking rude,ā Mina huffs. āWhat kind of manager says that about any department?ā
āAn incompetent one.ā Johnny scoffs, then quickly apologizing on Mr. Choiās behalf. āWe learned to ignore a lot of his comments. Iām sorry you had to see that first hand.ā
āAnd so soon.ā Doyoung adds, his eyes still glued in the direction of your office door.Ā
āJust ignore him,ā Johnny breathes, shoulders finally relaxing as he turns to you, then to Mina. āWe have a solid team and despite us not listening to him or anything he says, we donāt get reprimanded harshly when we actually do our job well and the higher ups are happy with the results.ā
āThis is gonna be a shitshow.ā Mina exhales, then turns to you with her hand on your shoulder and a playful grin stretched across her face. āGood luck, youāre gonna need it more than me.ā When she turns to her point of contact, she pulls him towards the door by his bicep. āCāmon Doyoung! We have a lot to go over.ā
And just like that, youāre alone with Johnny. Thick silence fills the room and a prickling under your skin makes you shift on your feet.Ā
āI didnāt expect to see you here.ā Johnny arches a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he lifts his disposable cup to his lips. āHowāve you been?ā
āGreat.ā You nod, quickly clearing your throat. āSo about those upcoming projectsāā
āYou go straight to business, donāt you?ā Johnny chuckles, dropping a seat on the arm rest of a nearby couch. āI remember you being⦠less serious than this.ā He pauses, crossing his wrists over each other as it languidly rests against his thigh. āIn fact, I remember you being more relaxed than anything else. So relaxed, you could barely open your eyes when my tongueāā
The palm of your hand flies over his mouth, pressing your skin against his soft and plump lips and nearly knocking the coffee cup from his hand. With a quiet shush, you slowly retract your hand and shut your office door before closing the blinds that look into the hallway.
āListen, John.ā You sigh, forehead pressed against the frame of your door before you turn to look at him. āWhatever happened between us stays between us and in the past.āĀ
Johnny cocks his head, listening intently to your words.Ā
āFrom this point, everything is strictly professional. No more flirtatious looks or those little smirks. None of that.āĀ
Johnny can only chuckle. Not dismissively, but amused. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip before tucking it between his teeth. Setting his nearly empty cup on the coffee table, he stands to his full height, towering over you.Ā
Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing the words you meant to say.Ā
āYouāre sure?ā Slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he takes a few steps toward you and traps you between his frame and the door you just backed into.
You simply nod, slow and unsure, but you hoped Johnny didnāt notice the presence of hesitation. His gaze swipes over your blown out pupils staring back at him before dropping to the untucked collar of your dress shirt. His long fingers gently adjust the fabric and your breathing halts, almost afraid any type of movement would silently tell him about the fire ignited in the pit of your stomach and the tingle between your thighs.Ā
When he pulls away, he grabs his coffee cup by its rim and simply flashes you a charming, easy going grin.Ā
āIāll follow your lead, boss.ā He nods once, then goes quiet for a beat too long before clearing his throat. āDo you, maybe, wanna get out of the way so I can show you those reports?ā
Heat from embarrassment prickles your underarms, your senses suddenly feeling heightened as you pathetically regain the confidence to finally move out of the way and open the door behind you. The whiff of newly brewed coffee whips through you, the smell going unnoticed until now. The typing of keyboard keys and the playful banter between the two receptionists suddenly feel louder, but don't drown out the heartbeat you hear pounding against your chest.Ā
Johnny snakes from behind you, unlocking his own door. Lavender scent hits you by surprise as you step in; the mist from a nearby diffuser spritzing in a calculated pattern. You watch as Johnny moves behind his desk, fingers working fast to bring up the most recent reports. He glances at you, then pauses his movements.Ā
āYou know youāre really awkward for someone who wants to move past our night of fun.ā Johnny chuckles. āIf you donāt want anyone to suspect anything, donāt be suspicious.ā
āThis is new to me.ā You admit, dropping your arms to your side.Ā
āThis position or what happened between us?āĀ
You roll your eyes and a tiny smirk threatening to make its way onto your face. āWorking with someone I previously hooked up with.ā You quietly say, moving behind his desk to see his computer screen.
He nods, eyes falling back onto the electronic files. āI was worried for a second that you didnāt know how to do your job.ā
āI do it very well, thank you very much.ā
āSo Iāve heard.ā Johnny remarks, opening up the files most relevant to this quarter. He looks up at you and you catch a glint in his eyes as a strand of your hair falls before you quickly swipe it away ā Johnny being completely enamored by your presence before he could stop himself.
āJohn.ā You softly call out. āThe reports, please.āĀ
āHuh?āĀ
You shyly smile, your thumb and fingers pressing into his cheeks before gently turning his attention back to his computer screen. āThe reports, Johnny. Walk me through them, please.ā Slowly retracting your hand away from his cheeks, you watch a wide grin spread across his face.
āYou got it, boss.ā
ā A Note & A Future Lunch Date.
Two months into acclimating to the new company and your new partner, you realize a few things: Mr. Choi is absolutely not fit for his managerial position, Mina has been on a personal mission to get Doyoung out of his introverted shell and stand up to anyone who downplays his intelligence, and Johnny is incredible at his job ā so incredible, youāre wondering why he isnāt in the managerās position himself.
In fact, you find yourself thinking about Johnny a lot ā a lot for someone who wants to leave the hook up in the past. The way he tilts his head and holds eye contact when heās listening to someone speak, how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek right before his thumb brushes his bottom lip when heās focused on the task at hand. And the way his fingers curl aroundā
āAny questions for us?ā Johnnyās voice sears right through your thoughts and pulls you right back next to him in the boardroom with pairs of wide eyes staring at the two of you.Ā
āYes.ā The lanky old man that Johnny nicknamed Mr. Cautious speaks up, shifting in his seat as he stares at the color-coded line graph behind you. Using his pen to point behind you, you and Johnny slightly turn in the direction heās pointing in. āHow are you two confident your sales are projected to increase? I mean, not too long ago, this company barely had revenue coming in a few months ago.ā
āRest assured that our predictions are based on the upward trend weāve been seeing in the most recent weeks. New strategies, more effective and efficient I may add, have increased our numbers drastically and immediately.ā You share, taking pride in the strategic plan you and Mina helped implement since arriving ā no thanks to Mr. Choi who insisted on keeping the mess of a strategy already set in place until you kindly reminded him the reason behind your transfer.
āI get that, butāā Mr. Cautious interjects, hesitation written all over his face.Ā
āI understand the risk youāre taking.ā You reassure, now understanding the reason behind Johnnyās nickname for the man in front of you.
āIf I may add,ā Johnny interjects, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks and straightening to his full height. He glances over your way before looking straight at Mr. Cautious. āThe company Y/N is transferring from has one of, if not the best, business strategies that we've seen in years ā the same strategy weāve adopted just recently and the numbers donāt lie. You can choose now or you can choose to wait, but I fear waiting wonāt have much benefit to it.ā
āThough Iām sure you already know that, sir.ā You flash a charming smile, before glancing over at Johnny who follows your lead and plasters a grin on his face. āYouāll find standard contracts in the folders as well.āĀ
In unison, those in front of you pull out the contract and look it over before signing away. A knock on the conference room door pulls your attention before Minaās head pops in just in time for her and Doyoungās time slot with the group. Johnny quickly collects the contracts before you both quickly grab your belongings, say your goodbyes with the crowd in front of you, and head out into the hallway.
āAll contracts accounted for.ā Johnny smiles proudly. āEven from Mr. Cautious himself.ā He lifts his fist to give you a fist bump and you reciprocate, a little ritual you two have when you both have a successful day. āIām going out for lunch, do you wanna join me?ā
āIām okay. I was planning to use my lunch break to catch up on my sleep.ā Cupping your cheeks with the palms to warm your cold hands, you turn to glance at the surprisingly comfortable couch in your office.Ā
āIām gonna guess you spent the night working.ā Johnny crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head like a disappointed father.Ā
āYou guessed right.ā You giggle. āBut before you go, I wanna thank you for having my back in there.Ā Itās nice to know I have someone I can rely on.ā
Johnny smiles, endearingly stroking the back of your head. āWeāre a team, you donāt have to thank me.ā
āSure, but I think itās still worth noting.ā You gently squeeze his arm. āEven if Mr. Choi refuses to admit it to your face, youāre amazing.ā
āWell, since weāre dishing out compliments,ā Johnny steps forward and leans towards your ear. āIām glad you're here. You make coming to work worth it.ā
You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide at Johnnyās words. āEnjoy your lunch John. Iāll see you in a little bit.āĀ
Johnny nods, watching you disappear into your office. You catch his eyes from your window and you give him a small wave before shutting the newly replaced blinds that blocked out the hallway lights. Situating yourself on your sofa, you canāt help but replay Johnnyās words in your head until you drift off to sleep.Ā Ā Ā
āāāāā
The alarm on your phone interrupts your sleep to let you know that you have 15 minutes left of your lunch break. Stretching your arms over your head, you stare at the blank ceiling to help yourself actively wake up before sitting up on your sofa.
To your surprise, you find a wrapped sandwich, an unopened bag of your favorite chips, a bottle of water, and a handwritten note from a memo pad you have on your desk is sitting undisturbed on the coffee table in front of you.
Itās your usual order. You need the energy :)Ā
- Johnny
You make your way over to your blinds, opening it up and seeing Johnny sitting at his desk chewing on the end of his covered pen before his eyes meets yours. He gives you a small wave before grabbing his notepad and jotting something down then lifting it up for you to read.
Did you sleep well?
You quickly look behind you for the identical notepad and pen to write your response.
Yes, I did :) Thanks for the food, too.Ā
I owe you a lunch date this week.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Holding up the notepad to the window, you watch the way Johnnyās eyes scan your writing and a genuine smile stretches across his face. Pressing his pen to the paper, he writes a quick response and lifts the notepad to his chest.
Iāll hold you to that :)
You quietly laugh to yourself, then nod at Johnny, silently agreeing to his words. Johnny gives you a wicked smirk accompanied by a wink before his attention turns to his ringing phone. You take that as your cue to quickly scarf down your lunch as you clear out your emailās inbox, ensuring to tuck Johnnyās note into your wallet for safe keeping.
ā A Rainy Day.
Four months into transferring and the routine of your position is deeply rooted into your daily life. Rolling your neck, you briefly shut your eyes in an attempt to relieve the strain on your eyes from staring at your computer screen all day.Ā
Itās one of those days you havenāt left your office ā meeting with people virtually, ordering lunch through an app and one of the two receptions delivering it to you to get a second away from the ringing of their phones, staring out your window at at the pouring rain, and above all being isolated from the one person that effortlessly eased your work stress.Ā
Johnnyās been cooped up in his office for the same reason you are ā meeting with overseas partners and clients virtually. Youāve caught him a few times, pacing back and forth in his attempt to stimulate his brain to prevent him from falling asleep during boring small talk he doesnāt care about.Ā
You try your best to refocus on the reports you have left to do before your work day ends. Your eyes gloss over yet another detailed and excruciating report, scanning for information that would be remotely beneficial to you at the moment.Ā
When you finally come across a discrepancy, your body jolts to attention and you use this as an excuse to save both you and Johnny from another minute of boredom.Ā
Your hand flies to your office phoneās receiver to call your partner in the room across from you. Two rings pass until Johnnyās voice is heard on the other line.
āHey boss, finally caved in to admit you missed me today?ā He jokingly says, leaning into the backrest of his chair and tucking an arm under the other.Ā
āNo, Iāā
āToo lazy to walk in here yourself?ā He quickly interjects, head flying up when he sees you through the hallway windows when you stand from your seat, giving him a look that feigns annoyance. In return, Johnny gives you a quick, playful wink as he holds the phoneās receiver to his ear.Ā
āOr did you call to see if I missed you since Iāve been cooped up in this stupid office all day without my favorite person to keep me company. The answer is yes by the way, if you care.āĀ
His words, admittedly, make your heart soar. Your lips break into a smile before you could stop it. āThen stretch those long legs of yours and make your way over here. I need to talk to you about something.ā
āSomething?ā His brow quirks up and a little smirk lifts from the corner of his mouth. āSomething delightful, I hope.ā
āNot quite.ā You hum and scrunch your nose, watching his lips fall into a frown as he hears your words. āItās about the reports you sent me.ā
āUh oh, Iām not in trouble, am I?ā His bottom lip juts into an exaggerated pout, swiveling his chair side to side as he holds your gaze through the glass.Ā
āYou will be if you donāt make yourself useful and get over here.ā You lift a finger and curl it, motioning him to ācome hereā before ending the call.Ā
Sauntering over, Johnny appears in your doorway within seconds. āYour insane attention to detail will be the death of me.ā Johnny complains, making his way over to you. āWhat did I do wrong boss? And go easy on me, my ego is still recovering from the last time.ā
āOh please, last time only I pointed out your typos before sending it off to the execs and you acted as if I cursed your entire family.ā You roll your eyes. āYouāre being so dramatic. Anyway, lucky for you, you didnāt do anything wrong. I just have a question about the drop in sales from hereāā You point at your computer screen, your manicured nail pointing to the drop in numbers on the table in the report. āāto here and it keeps repeating every year. Iām not planning on having it repeat again, so do you have any idea what happened?ā
Johnny makes his way behind you to get a better look at the screen. Bending forward, one hand presses on top of the wooden table top of your desk while the other rests on the top of your backrest. With his cheek so close it could brush yours, you could smell a whiff of his cologne ā the same one from the night you first met him.Ā
He hums and mumbles something quietly under his breath before the hand behind you goes over your shoulder and traps you between his body while he uses your mouse and keyboard to search through your inbox for reports Doyoung has sent the two of you.
You canāt help but watch his long fingers move as youāve taken a liking to them after your rendezvous with him. Your gaze wanders up his arm, admiring the veins protruding against his skin until you glance up at his features ā first his angled jaw, then his soft lips.Ā
Ā āWhatāre you looking at, boss?ā Johnny grins, eyes still locked onto your screen. āYour wandering eyes are gonna get us both in trouble.ā But from the way heās blushing, itās clear heās enjoying your attention.Ā
Biting the corner of your bottom lip, you refocus on the screen. āJust wondering why youāre so close to me.āĀ
āItās because youāre my favorite person,ā Johnny smiles. āAs for the reports, Iāll set up a meeting with Doyoung and Mina for tomorrow to see if we can remedy this dip in sales.āĀ
āThank you.ā You whisper as you turn to him, his lips now inches away from yours.Ā
Youāre tempted to kiss him, feeling first hand depravity from not touching him for so long especially when thatās all you did that night. Youāve tried to deny the tension between you two; tried to ignore the flirtatious comments he made that youāve engraved into your memory; tried to talk yourself out of using that nightās experience to help you pleasure yourself.Ā
But you hold yourself back, again.Ā
After all, heās your co-worker and you know better than to mix business with pleasure.
āFrom what I remember, you have another meeting in ten minutes.ā You softly let out, ultimately being the first one to pull away.Ā
Johnny looks at the time on the top right of your computer screen and drops his head in disappointment. Pulling back, he straightens his posture and rubs his hands over his face.
āCan I stay here?ā He pouts, the inner part of his brows curving upward and his eyes softening. āI canāt stand being in my office alone. Itās depressing.ā
āIsnāt that inappropriate?ā You tease, swiveling your chair side to side as you look up at Johnny. āI am your senior after all.āĀ
Johnny huffs a chuckle, rolls his eyes, and pokes his tongue against his cheek. āGod forbid I took a gap year after graduation to broaden my horizons.ā He sarcastically retorts. āYou only have seniority over me by one year. You have to feel bad ā Iām going insane in my office. I need social interaction that isnāt online.āĀ
āFine!ā You dramatically huff, waving your hand in the air. āYou can sit at my desk while you have your meeting. Iāll make myself comfortable on the couch and read overāā
āThank you!ā He happily interjects, grabbing your hand and placing a dramatic kiss on the back of your hand. āYouāre amazing.ā
You canāt help but giggle, watching as he proudly makes his way out of your office to grab his laptop and other necessities for his meeting, though he ends up choosing to stay with you until the end of the work day.Ā
Four months into transferring and youāve gotten to see many sides of Johnny ā all sides you find utterly charming and endearing; all sides that make your heart race and your mind rattle.
ā Out of Town Bar & A Tucked Away Office.
You donāt notice when Johnny walks in.Ā
His suit jacket slung over his arm and long sleeves of his white collared shirt pushed up to his elbows. He runs his fingers through his loosely styled hair that loosened through the day while a sealed pack of cookies are presented in front of you. You look up at the man thatās been on your mind more often than youād ever admit ā and, god, does he look ethereal when he gives you a tired lopsided grin.Ā
āWhatās this for?ā You ask, picking up the sealed bag of cookies and examining it. āYou know that sucking up to me isnāt gonna make me like you more.ā
āYou know you love me. Iām your life line here.ā Johnny grins, taking a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of your desk. āA client gave it to me and I thought youād like it when your sweet tooth kicks in during the day.ā
āWhatāre you talking about? I donāt have a sweet tooth.ā
āI catch you stealing sweets from the break room all the time.ā Johnny giggles, resting his ankle just above his knee. āDid you know you walked into the break room five times in a span of seven minutes yesterday?ā
āNoā¦I did not.ā You embarrassingly admit, biting your bottom lip before taking the cookies and rolling your office chair over to your mini fridge nearby to secure them for future use. āThank you for the treat.āĀ
āYouāre welcome.ā Johnny adjusts himself in his seat, lifting his hips slightly to lower himself just a bit.
āYou donāt normally stay this late.ā You ask, palm resting under your chin.Ā
āBeen keeping an eye on me?ā Johnny smirks, fist gently pressing into his temple as his elbow is propped onto the chairās arm rest. āDidnāt know you cared that much.ā
āI care.ā You quickly interject, looking down at how reckless your words came out. āIs everything okay?āĀ
Johnny simply nods. āWhy are you still here?ā He questions, looking at the analog clock perched near the windows.Ā
āI got a hot date with reports.ā You reply bleakly, pointing your pen towards your computer screen. āI just need to finish a few things so I donāt have to worry about it.āĀ
āDo you have a lot to do?ā
Leaning into your chair, you cross your arms and scan the to-do list you have written on a notepad. āEager to help cut my work load in half, is that it?ā
Johnny chuckles quietly, then shakes his head. āEager to have drinks with you tonight actually.ā His words are so brazen and matter of fact, it takes you by surprise; only allowing you to stutter out a response before recollecting yourself.Ā
āNo,ā you chuckle, āwe both know what happened the last time I had drinks with you.āĀ
The fond memory flashes through your mind before you could stop it. The positions he had you in, the marks that remained as a remembrance a few weeks afterwards, and the intense pleasure you felt for hours you couldnāt replicate on your own.Ā
āPlus, someone could see us.ā You add, shoulders slumping when you feel a hint of disappointment in your chest.Ā
Johnny sits up, straightening his back and extending his long legs outwards to cross an ankle over the other. āThereās this bar on the outskirts of the city that no one here goes to.ā
You sharply inhale, still cautious about the offer.Ā
āColleagues have drinks with each other all the time, why canāt we be one of them?ā He questions, tilting his head to the side and gaze dragging along your features, eyes softening as the milliseconds pass. āWeāre friends. Friends have drinks with each other.ā
The word echoes in your ears and you donāt expect the simple label to sting the way it did. Friends. The quick, harsh squeeze of your heart makes you sharply inhale before youāre able to play it off with a long exhale.Ā
āYouāve worked hard since you started here and Iād like to treat you to a night out toāā Johnny pauses, buying himself time to find the words he needs to convince you to spend your Friday night with him. āācelebrate everything youāve done.ā
A tiny uninvited smile tugs at your mouth and Johnny notices it.Ā
āIs that a yes?ā He quietly teases. āPlease let it be a yes.ā
You surrender. āMy place is nearby. We can leave our cars there and get an Uber to the bar.ā You offer, giving into the temptation.Ā
āSmart girl.ā Johnnyās lips parted into a cheesy grin before jumping to his feet, rubbing the palm of his hands together. āI promise you wonāt regret it!ā
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āHowād you find this place?ā You ask. The thin long sleeves of your blouse cling to your arms as you cross them over your chest in an attempt to keep yourself warm against the cool air.
āMy friend Yuta owns it.ā Johnny says proudly, hand resting on your mid back and ushering you towards the barās entrance.Ā
āSo you just have bartender friends all over the country?ā You giggle, remember the handsome bartender who first introduced you to Johnny.Ā
Johnny grins and causally shrugs. āWhat can I say? Making connections is my forte. I even have some out of the country, if you fancy taking a trip with me overseas.āĀ
āLetās get through tonight first before we start planning trips to other countries. For all you know, I could be trouble.ā
āOh I know youāre trouble.ā Johnny gives you a knowing glance, standing in line at the entrance. āThat certainly doesnāt deter me whatsoever.āĀ
Playfully and gently shoving him, Johnnyās arm slings over your shoulders and pulls you close as you two walk into the establishment. Classic rock from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s plays in the background as the chattering of patrons suddenly fills your ears. Johnny leads you to an empty table, giving you the small laminated menu sitting among the napkin dispenser and the ketchup and mustard bottles.
As you scan the menu, a young man with dark shoulder length hair pulled back into a half up and down updo using hair sticks appears next to Johnny. With one hand cupping Johnnyās shoulder, the other lifts to give Johnny a familiar handshake.Ā
āHey John, havenāt seen you in a while.ā The man glances over to you, giving you a friendly smile to show off his pearly white teeth. āWhoās your lady friend?ā
āSheās my boss.ā You catch a mischievous glint in his eye when he looks at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.
Your eyes widen and your jaw drops immediately. āI-Iām not his boss. That would be so inappropriate.ā You shake your head, palms facing outward and shaking mirroring the way youāre denying his accusations. Your face quickly heats up, the heat traveling down your entire body making your entire body prickle. āWe just work together.āĀ
Johnnyās friend laughs loudly. āI believe you, donāt worry. Iām Yuta.ā Extending his hand out, you take it and give it a firm shake.Ā
āOh! Youāre the owner.ā You gleefully say, āIām Y/N, itās nice to meet you. How do you know Johnny?āĀ
Yuta scratches the back of his neck. āWe slept together in college.ā With his quick movements, he blocks Johnnyās punch to his shoulder, telling you theyāve done this many times before.
āYou gotta stop telling everyone that.ā Johnny shakes his head, pulling Yuta in a headlock. āTell her the truth.ā
Yuta flashes you a smile, hands gripping Johnnyās wrist. āWe were roommates in college,ā he laughs, āso technically what I said is true.ā Yuta finally frees himself from Johnnyās grasp, strands of hair somehow falling perfectly to frame his face. āI had the top bunk and he got the bottom.ā
āHuh,ā you let out as you looked at Johnny, āI never took you as a bottom.āĀ
āAlright, you two are done.ā Johnny shakes his head, grabbing Yuta by his shoulders and turning him away.
āYou should get the beer battered fish and chips. Itās our most popular dish!ā Yuta shouts as heās pushed away from the table and towards the bar.Ā
āFor the record I asked for the bottom bunk purely because I kept hitting my head when I sat up. Iām certainly not a bottomā¦ā Johnny holds contact a little too long enough to catch a mischievous glint in his eyes. āOr have you forgotten?ā
Your eyes quickly and bashfully avert away from his gaze, locking onto the menu in your hand. āI think Iāll take the fish and chips, like Yuta recommended.ā You let out, changing the subject. āWith a beer.ā
āGood choice. Iāll be right back.ā
Johnny disappears into the crowd, though the top of his head sticks out and easy to spot makes you less worried that youāll lose sight of him. Taking a glance around the room, you watch the group of people intently watching the white cue ball make its way across the billiards table before strategizing their next move. You glance over the group of people chugging their beers while the rest of the group cheers them on. Your eyes move towards a couple in a corner booth, watching as they giggle to themselves and throwing flirty glances toward each other. You try not to stare, but their nerves are so palpable you could feel it three tables away.
Your attention is pulled towards the unopened bottle of beer in front of you as Johnny takes a swig of the identical bottle in his hand. Without a word, Johnny uses the wide part of a random key from his keychain to effortlessly pop off the bottle cap.Ā
āAre you showing off, John?ā You playfully retort with your hand resting under your chin.
āDepends. Is it working?ā He smiles, taking another sip of his drink. āI figured itās better to open your drink in front of you, so you know it isnāt tampered with.ā
āVery considerate of you, thank you.ā
Johnny simply lifts his bottle towards you and you gently clink your amber colored glass against his. Taking a long sip, you allow your body to finally relax after a long week of work. Johnny makes himself comfortable on a stool across from you, elbows resting on the round table in front of him.
āWhat caught your attention earlier?ā Johnny asks.
āIt looks like that couple may be on a first date.ā You share, inconspicuously tilting your head in the direction of the couple in the corner booth. āI found it cute that theyāre holding hands under the table and it got me thinking about my first date, thatās all.ā
āOh?ā Johnnyās eyebrows quirks upward, leaning into the backrest of his chair. āDo tell.āĀ
āNo.ā You shake your head. āNot a chance.ā
āOh come on!ā Johnny pouts. āIāll tell you mine if you tell me yours.ā
āAnd what makes you think Iād want to hear about your first date?ā You tease.Ā
āFair.ā Johnny shrugs. āHearing about another guy being your first anything doesnāt seem like a topic Iād like to touch on.āĀ
You quietly chuckle and lean into your seat. āJealous?ā
āHow can I not be?ā
Your foot playfully jabs Johnnyās covered calf, causing him to chuckle to himself. Before he could speak up, youāre interrupted by a waiter and the delivery of the food Johnny ordered for the both of you. With a quick thank you, you take a bite of the potato fry thatās clearly fresh out of the fryer.
āOkay, so no discussing first date experience. Tell me what your ideal date would be.ā Johnny lets out, mirroring your movements and grabbing a bite of the freshly fried potato.
āWhat?ā You giggle, folding your arms over your chest. āWhy would you want to know that?ā
āHumor me.ā Johnny shrugs. āIām trying to have a normal conversation. What would your ideal date be?āĀ
His gaze locks onto yours and you bite the line heās throwing. With a sharp inhale, you lean forward. You follow Johnnyās fingers as he rips a piece of fish from the plate in front of you and dips it into the accompanying sauce the dish comes with before popping it into his mouth.Ā
āA candle light dinner at home and a movie afterwards.ā
āHuh.ā
āWhat?āĀ
āI took you for someone whoād want to go to a fancy restaurant or something. Maybe take a trip overseas for dinner. Your ideal date seemsāā
āBasic?ā
Johnny nods, watching as your lips wrap around the opening of the beer bottle.
āA lot of the men I dated loved the lavish lifestyle and it gets old really fast when you realize theyād rather shower you with expensive things than spend time with you.ā You let out a sigh. āI know it sounds like a first world complaint, but at the end of the day, itās a whole lot of loneliness.ā
āAnd thatās why youād rather have a simple night in with someone thatās genuinely interested in you.ā Johnny slowly nods, leaning into his chair and bringing the opening of his drink to his lips. āThatās good to know.āĀ
Two beers in and a glass of whisky later, youāre a giggling mess and suddenly sharing more about your life than youād ever imagined you would ā everything laid out on the table for Johnny to pick and choose what to relentlessly tease you about; though he probably would never.
You catch the glimpse of the time, surprised with how quickly it has passed when you're with Johnny. āWe should probably head out soon. Itās getting late.āĀ
Johnny lifts his wrist, checking his watch. āTime flies when youāre having fun, huh?ā He grins, swallowing the last bits of his drink before pulling his phone out. āIāll order a ride.ā
With your hand on his, you halt his movements. āLet me use the restroom first. Itās a pretty long ride back.ā You eye the line of the womanās restroom, sighing in disappointment as youāre aware of how full your bladder is. āWe might be waiting for a while.āĀ
Johnny follows where your gaze falls before tucking his phone away. Standing from his seat, he offers his hand to help you up. āWe can use Yutaās office restroom.āĀ
āHeāll be okay with that?ā You question, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way.
āYeah. He gave me a spare key to his office for nights I get too drunk and canāt make it home. His couch isnāt the comfiest, but when youāre drunk out of your mind, anything will do.āĀ
You giggle, following him down the hall hidden behind the bar. Based on the lack of intervention from the employees, you have a feeling heās done this a few times short of it becoming a habit.Ā
He unlocks the wooden door with a key he has and ushers you in. When the door shuts, the loud music and chatter suddenly stops. āThe restroom is the door on your left. Iāll get a ride here while you do what you gotta do.ā
āThank you.ā You smile, rushing off to the restroom while Johnny fiddles with his phone.Ā
When you exit the restroom, Johnny quickly looks up at you from the sofa and jumps to his feet. āOur ride is 10 minutes away.ā
You nod, looking around the room and catching the framed photos on Yutaās desk. One photo of who you assumed to be Yuta and his parents, another of Yuta and his sisters, and another of a younger bar owner and a group of men ā one of them being a shirtless younger Johnny with bleached blonde hair and lack of his tattoos that adorned his bicep that youāve imagined tracing over more than youād like to admit.Ā
āThis is you, right?ā You smile, pointing at the photo of him at the beach with his friends. āI wouldnāt have expected you to go blonde.ā
Johnny sharply inhales, shaking his head in disapproval of his younger selfās choices. āSpur of the moment type of thing.ā He shrugs, using his large hand to cover the photo from your view. āLetās not walk down memory lane of embarrassing moments.ā
You smile, setting the framed photo down where it previously was. āMaybe you should consider going back.ā Lifting your hand, you run your fingers through the side of his hair. āI think you looked great.ā
āThanks, but I donāt think Iām very fond of the idea of frying my hair off again.ā Johnny chuckles, taking your hand in his. āI just got it back to a healthy state.ā
Pulling your hand back, you cross your arms over your chest. āShould we wait outside for our ride?āĀ
Johnny glances towards the door, then back at you. Lifting his hand, he gently moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. āI think youāll be warmer here.āĀ
Your knees go weak and thereās the flutters in your stomach that you try to bury deep into the pit of your stomach. When you finally meet his eyes, his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips. āWhy are you looking at me like that?ā You mumble, suddenly feeling self conscious.Ā
āYouāre beautiful.ā
āWe agreed to be strictly professional.ā Your voice trembles when you feel his palm slide down your arm, the conviction in your words slowly withering with a simple touch. āCompliments like that are making me think youāre not holding up your end of our deal.ā
āBelieve me, Iām trying.ā Johnny chuckles, his hand now playing with your fingertips right before lacing his fingers between yours. āYouāre justā¦really hard to ignore.āĀ
His lips press against your knuckles and you donāt stop him; not when he gives you a tender kiss on your wrist or when his lips press into your cheek, and certainly not when his hand cups the side of your neck and he gently weaves his lips with yours.Ā
Warmth spreads through your body while his arms slide across your lower back to pull you closer. Your body arches into him, fingers mindlessly raking through his hair before you pull away slightly breathless.Ā
āI donāt think this is what friends do, Johnny.āĀ
A quiet huff that resembles a laugh leaves his lips before resuming his movements. āPlease donāt be mad. I only said that because I thought you wanted me to say it.ā He confesses between breaths and kisses. āI thought thatād be more palatable than to tell you how badly I want you.āĀ
A smile blooms across your lips, satisfied with his words. You deepen the kiss ā this time your lips frantically moving like youāve been deprived from his touch for years.Ā
You press against the edge of the desk, feeling the bulge forming under Johnnyās dress pants and heat pools between your thighs. Your hand dips under his waistband, feeling his warm and veiny shaft harden at your touch, twitching as your fingers wrap around his girth. With one full stroke from his base to his tip, he shudders. Your thumb rolls over his slit, his hand cups the back of your head and fingers grip your roots, tilting your head to look at him.Ā
āTell me you want me too.ā He softly growls, his forehead pressing against yours. āI canāt be the only one.ā
You grin, slowly stroking his shaft and watching him melt under your touch. āI need you.ā You whisper against his lips. āLet me taste you.ā
Johnny takes half a step back and you drop to your knees, fingers hastily moving to bring his waistband down his thighs. Before he could take in the sight of you on your knees for him, you envelop his tip between your lips and his jaw drops at the warmth your mouth offers. As your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip, his head tips back and his teeth bite down on his knuckle to stop the noise he so desperately wants to make.Ā
Swallowing around him, saliva runs down your chin as his tip meets the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water and when you look up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock, your tears spill from the outer corners of your eyes and he gently swipes them away with his thumbs.
āYouāre doing a great job, baby.ā He coos, the pads of his fingers gently stroking the space under your eyes. āYouāre so perfect. Taking me so well.ā
Your tummy does backflips and you squeeze your thighs shut, focusing on the bobbing of your head and the swirl of your tongue. Your cheeks hallow around his tip, sucking it until his lips break apart with a moan, jaw slacking and chest huffing up at down.Ā
āMy perfect girl.ā He babbles, fingers gripping the roots of your hair. āKeep doing that and Iām gonna come for you.ā
Excitement ignites just behind your bellybutton, sucking on his tip just as youāve done before. His eyes flutter shut and his brows draw tight. Johnny quietly groans your name, whispering it over and over like a prayer. His cheeks burn and his fingers twitch just before he tightens his grip in your hair.
And before he could stop it, his thick creamy ropes paint your tongue as his body stills, letting his entire body feel the ecstasy you helped him achieve. With a quick swallow of the remnants in your mouth, you pepper his sensitive tip and shaft with gentle kisses.Ā
Helping you to your feet, his lips crash into yours while his hands frantically grope your backside. But before any other exploration could happen, a notification on his phone goes off.Ā
A small frustrated groan rumbles in his throat and he pulls his phone out to see the notification that the ride heās requested is arriving.Ā
āEverything okay?ā You ask, glancing at Johnnyās phone then catching his eye.Ā
āYeah, our ride is here.ā He sighs, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. āWe should probablyāāĀ He tilts his head towards the door and you simply nod, quickly readjusting your clothes before Johnny leads you out the door hand in hand.
Johnny slides in next to you, fingers lacing between yours and his head resting on your shoulder. The hints of his cologne mix with the smell of alcohol on his lips, and while youād find it completely unpleasant if it were anyone else, Johnny was the exception.Ā
And part of you entertains the idea that heāll always be an exception.
ā Apartment 3B.
āThank you for tonight.ā Johnny gives you a lopsided smile, the alcohol still coursing through his bloodstream. āNot just for what happened in Yutaās office, but for letting me get to know you a little more.ā
āYeah, it was fun. A night away every once and a while doesnāt hurt.ā You nod, feeling the cool air prickling your skin.Ā
Thereās a beat of silence, unsure of where to go from here. You shift on your feet, looking behind you at the entrance of your apartment building and Johnny glances towards his parked car, fingers fiddling with the keys in his pocket.Ā
āI should probably go.ā Johnnyās lips press into each other, rocking back and forth on his heels. āYou must be tired.ā
A tiny grin dances on your lips. Stepping forward, you reach for Johnnyās wrist as he pulls his keys out of his pockets. He looks at you surprised, lips parting slightly.Ā
āI canāt let you drive after drinking tonight regardless of how much you can āhandle your liquor.āā You let out, gently tugging on his wrist.Ā
āYouāre right.ā Johnny sighs, looking back at his car. āIāll sleep in myāā
You lift your palm to stop him. āYouāll be warmer in my place.ā Giving him an affirmative nod, you pull him towards your buildingās front entrance before he could object and you refuse to let his hand go as you both walk up to the third floor to your apartment.Ā
As you push open the front door, you feel the surge of anticipation run through you as you blindly search for the nearby lightswitch. When the bright warm colored lights fill the room, you quickly step in and both you and your guest for the night toe off your shoes, kicking them to the side of the entrance way.Ā
āNice place,ā Johnny compliments, āvery cozy.ā
You chuckle, turning on your heel to look at him. āThanks. Cāmon, Iāll give you a quick tour.ā Extending your hand out, he cups his palm into yours but this time, he pulls you into his body ā one hand finding your waist while the other cups the side of your neck and his lips hastily find his way to yours once more.Ā
You donāt take a second to think about what to do next when your hands frantically undo the buttons of his long sleeve shirt and strip it off, throwing it haphazardly behind you while he drops his pants to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. It takes a split second to have your clothes in a pile next to the front door, leaving you in your matching garment set.
Youāre stumbling through your apartment entrance, finally tumbling on top of Johnny as he falls onto your sofa. Climbing on top of him, knees pressing into the cushions of each side of his thighs, his erection hardens with every minuscule movement of your hips.Ā
āFinally gonna let me be on top?ā You playfully ask, trailing kisses against his jaw and down the side of his neck.Ā
Johnny rasps a laugh, arms wrapping around your hips and in one swift move, heās on top of you ā giving you your answer.Ā
āNot a chance.ā He hums as the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek just before placing a soft tender kiss on your heated skin. āNow openāā He smacks the side of your thigh, the slap of flesh filling the silence of the room. āI need to taste you after youāve deprived me for so long.āĀ
You do as he says, spreading your thighs apart as you watch Johnny drop to his knees. Pulling aside the fabric covering your core, he wastes no time tasting you with a long strip of his tongue against your slit. Your head presses into the soft backing of your sofa, fingers raking through his hair as he devours you with no end in sight even when your vision blurs into stars or when your chest heaves up and down, and certainly not when youāre a whimpering mess with your nails digging into your cushion and gripping the edge of your seat.
Your body trembles when he gives you mercy, pulling away with his lips and chin glistening with your slick. You grab his hair, yanking him to your lips and your hands busy themselves with the waistband of the only fabric he has on. Slipping it down his legs and letting it pool around his feet before kicking it to the side, you give his long length a few pumps until his jaw slacks open as he feels all his blood rush to his cock.Ā
Aligning his leaking tip with your entrance, he pushes into you, pressing your thighs to widen your spread for him. And with ease, you take him without hesitation.Ā
āYour cunt is starving for me, babyāā Johnny groans, ābegging me to stretch this pretty pussy open until youāre stuffed full with my cum.ā
Blood rushes to your face and your heart races. You watch the way Johnnyās blown out pupils scan your features, suddenly making you extremely aware of how intoxicating his movements are ā the quick and brutal thrust of his hips, the rush of heat through your body when his tip meets that sweet spot, and especially when his fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you down his cock.Ā
You donāt bother being quiet. Not when Johnny pushes your knees to your chest and traps your body between him and the couch cushions, feeling your pulse pick up in speed and the octave in your moans becoming louder and louder with every pound of his cock into your soaking cunt.Ā
āScream for me, baby.ā Johnny growls, the raw slapping of flesh punctuated by a groan. āLet everyone know Iām breeding my girl. Let them know youāre mine.ā
His words only rattle in your head, making you nod and babble like the obedient slut you are. You cry out his name, tears prickling from the outer corners of your eyes as you writhe under him.Ā
āSay youāre mine.ā He orders through clenched teeth, hips harshly thrusting into you before stilling, feeling his tip press into your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. āSay. It.ā
āYāā Your breath hitches. āI-Iām yours.ā
You mindlessly repeat the words, satisfying Johnny as his hips mercilessly snaps into you until youāre sobbing out how pathetically close you are to the edge; unable to hold on to the last bit of control youāre desperately clinging on to.Ā
Your voice breaks as you cry out his name, feeling your walls tighten around every crevice of his engorged cock. Your eyes roll back, nails scraping down the skin of his back as his face buries into the crook of your neck. You whimper through the pleasure and your desperate noises are enough to make his voice crack on a moan, feeling him empty himself inside of you in sharp pulses. His cock twitches and a gravelly groan rumbles from his chest, pinning your hand into the sofa cushion with his eyes screwing shut and jaw slacking open at the bliss coursing through his body.
When he pulls his heavy cock out of you, the remnants he left behind slowly drip out of you and onto your flushed skin. Johnny smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the spill and push it back inside.Ā
āIt's dripping out of you already.ā Johnny grins, fascinated with the sight of you limp and satisfied.Ā
āMaybe you should fuck it in me again.ā You happily let out as you prop yourself on your elbows. āHarder this time.āĀ
āThat wasnāt hard enough for you?ā Johnny questions, an eyebrow quirking and his grin spreads wider, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. āIām gonna have to fix that, donāt I?ā
āI think so,ā you tease. āUnless you think you donāt have it in you?ā
Johnny laughs deep in his throat, a laugh that promises trouble. āOh youāre definitely going to regret saying that.āĀ
āāāāā
The ache between your thighs is difficult to ignore as you carefully pull yourself out of bed to make coffee for yourself and the unexpected overnight guest who laid peacefully with his body heat keeping you warm last night.Ā
āWhere are you going?ā He groggily asks, one eye squinting as he lifts his head to watch you throw on your silk robe. āDonāt tell me youāre leaving me again.ā His sleepy smile sends your heart into overdrive and you give him a reassuring peck on his temple.
āIām gonna make coffee.ā You whisper. āIts also my place, where else would I go?ā
Johnny sheepishly smiles, falling back onto your pillow as you walk out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. As you wait for the coffee, the silence makes you think back on the night you had ā a night that somehow surpassed the pleasure of the first time you spent with Johnny. You find your giddy state to be slightly embarrassing, but you canāt help but quietly squeal as if you had reached a new level of happiness.Ā
āI love the smell of coffee in the morning,ā Johnny yawns, joining you in your kitchen still in his boxer briefs. He takes a seat on a countertop and carefully takes hold of the mug you offer, taking a small sip. His eyes flutter shut, allowing the warm liquid to work its way through his body. āNot the best cure for a hangover, but addicting nonetheless.ā
You chuckle, taking small sips of your beverage. āWhat do you want for breakfast?ā You ask, setting down your favorite mug and making your way to the fridge. You pull the double fridge doors open, quickly embarrassed by the emptiness in front of you. āAh, on second thoughtāā You let out an awkward laugh before it falters into a fake cough.
āBreakfast is on me. Is delivery okay?ā Johnny swoops in, hopping off the counter.Ā
You eagerly nod, delighted by the idea that you get to finally spend the morning after with Johnny.Ā
Johnny disappears into your bedroom to fetch his phone, meanwhile your attention turns to the front door after hearing your doorbell. Peaking through the peephole, youāre surprised to see your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kang, outside with her lip tucked between her teeth and her brows knitted together.Ā
You quickly open your front door and a wave of relief washes over your neighborās face when she sees you.Ā
āOh thank god!ā Mrs. Kang lets out. āYouāre okay.ā
āY-yeah, I am. Is everything okay? Do you need help, Mrs. K?āĀ
Your elderly neighbor shakes her head. Her short dark bob swung at her movements. āItās just, I didnāt hear you come home last night and then I heard these noises coming from your apartment. I called my daughter to see what I should do ā if I should check in on you when I heard the noise or call the police right awayā¦ā
You nod attentively as you hear her express her concern. A mix of embarrassment about how loud you were and the regret of not throwing on your sleepwear makes you uncomfortably adjust your robe. You hold the fabric together near your collarbones, almost afraid Mrs. Kang could somehow see youāre completely naked underneath.Ā
āā¦but she told me to check in on you in the morning. So here I am.āĀ
You nervously gulp, suddenly feeling youāve done something wrong. āIām so sorry to worry you, Mrs. K. I went out for drinks with a friend of mine and didnāt get in until late.ā
āBut the noisesāā
āHey baby, do you want a breakfast sandwich or are you feelingāā Johnnyās voice becomes clearer as he appears behind you, still in his underwear, eyes glued to his phone screen, and completely unaware of your neighborās presence or her wide eyes when she finally connects the dots in her head.Ā
āOh.ā Mrs. Kang simply says, finally grabbing Johnnyās attention. She bites back a sheepish grin, avoiding eye contact with you and the handsome man behind you. āAh, the noises make sense.āĀ
āIām so sorry Mrs. Kang. I wasnātāI didnātāI-Iāll keep it down, I promise.ā You profusely apologize, using your arm to push Johnny behind you in fear that his half-naked body would somehow send your poor neighbor into cardiac arrest.Ā
āNot to worry, dear. I was young too and had my share of midnight friends.ā Mrs. Kang giggles. āIām so glad youāre okay.ā
āThank you for checking in. Iāll give you my number, that way when youāre worried or need help, you can just call me directly.ā You quickly jot down your personal phone number on a nearby memo pad.Ā
āAnd your name, dear?ā Mrs. Kang looks at Johnny who is now using your front door to hide his promiscuous state.Ā
āOh! Uh, Iām John. John Suh, maāam.ā You catch a hint of redness paint over Johnnyās cheeks and travel down his pale neck. āI apologize for the noise. I told her to keep it down last night.āĀ
With a quick nudge to Johnnyās bicep, you give your neighbor the piece of paper with your number. āIām so sorry, again.ā
Mrs. Kang lifts her hand, palm facing you. A warm smile stretched across her face. āItās no problem. Iām just glad you're safe."Ā
āThank you, Mrs. K. Just let me know if weāre a bother or anything. We wonāt take offense, I swear.āĀ
āWill do, dear. Have fun you two.āĀ
You and Johnny wave an awkward goodbye before he slowly shuts the door. When he turns to you, he gives you a small laugh under his breath as he scratches the back of his neck. āThat was awkward.āĀ
You give him a knowing look, crossing your arm over your chest. āTold me to keep it down last night, huh?ā Your eyebrows raise and your head tilts to the side. āWerenāt you the one telling me to do the opposite?ā
Johnny gives you a lopsided smile before his palms cup your cheeks, pulling you in to give you a kiss on your forehead. āBack to breakfast, what do you wanna eat?āĀ
āSurprise me.ā You mumble into his chest as your arms wrap around his waist. āI trust you.ā
Cupping the back of your head, he lifts his phone and orders breakfast from a familiar diner that heās ordered from before, getting the both of you his regular order.Ā
āNow thatās settledāā Johnny tosses his phone onto your couch and swoops you up over his shoulder. A squeal leaves your lips, legs flailing as Johnny saunters into your bedroom.
āWhatāre you doing?ā You giggle as youāre gently thrown onto your mattress, watching as Johnny climbs on top of you. His fingers play with the fabric holding your robe together before tugging at it, watching the silk unravel and slip down your shoulder.Ā
āHaving a pre-breakfast.ā His devilish grin disarms you quickly, allowing him to spread your thighs wide. āThis time, you might wanna keep it downā¦for your neighborās sake.ā
ā The Morning After.
Walking into the break room, youāre greeted by Mina and her insanely bubbly personality at 7:30 in the morning. āHow was your weekend?ā She asks, taking a generous bite of a donut that another employee brought in to share.
You canāt help but bite back a smile, fingers busying themselves as they shuffle through the newly stocked bags of veggie chips to snack on later. Spending the entire weekend with Johnny wasnāt something youād plan, but between the fucking, the cuddling, and the pure bliss of simply being around each other made it hard for either of you to be the first one to let go of the hold you two had on each other.Ā
āIt was fine. How was yours?ā
Mina babbles on and on about how she rearranged her bedroom twice, had a virtual meetup with some friends back home, and started a rewatch binge of The Big Bang Theory for the 5th time.Ā
From the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar figure coolly sauntering into the room with his hair parted perfectly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and shining the same glow youāve had since Friday night. A few morning greetings are thrown his way and Johnny kindly returns polite conversation before interjecting into your conversation with Mina.Ā
āMorning Mina.ā Johnny smiles politely, then turns to you. āMorning, boss. Think I could pick your brain before our meeting today?ā Johnny asks, eyes locked with yours as if heās giving you a message only youāll understand.
āPutting her to work before 8 am? Youāre brutal, Suh.ā Mina teases, tossing the used napkin in her hand into a nearby trash bin.Ā
āWhat can I say? I gotta keep her focused.ā Johnny laughs quietly, then turns to you. āWhat do you say?ā
You nod at Johnny before wrapping up your conversation with Mina. Following closely behind Johnny, he opens his office door and gestures to you inside. When you hear the doorās lock click, Johnnyās hands find your waist, twisting your body and pressing his against yours.Ā
āSo, this is your idea of picking my brain?ā You giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling his lips to yours weaving them together like youād done this entire weekend.
Johnny smiles against your lips, fingers cupping the nape of your neck. āThis weekend wasnāt long enough.āĀ
āItās a good thing you see me here everyday, huh?āĀ
Johnny hums. āAnd yet, it somehow feels like that wonāt be enough.āĀ
With your palms firmly pressed into Johnnyās chest, you pull away from his kiss. āYouāre obsessed.ā You playfully remark, carefully moving the strand of his hair thatās fallen onto his forehead.
āCome over after work.ā Johnny offers, lips leaving a trail of kisses on your cheek.Ā
āNext, youāre gonna ask me to stay the night.ā
āWould that be a bad thing?āĀ
You hesitate for a moment, your eyes searching for sincerity in his. Then you realize where you are ā at work, with your co-worker peppering you with kisses in secret.
āWhatās wrong?ā Johnny asks, afraid heās crossed a line he canāt come back from. āI-Iām sorry.ā Quickly dropping his arms, he steps away to give you space.Ā
āNo, no. You didnātāā you quickly say. āMaybe we can keep things professional during work hours. The last thing I want is for us to lose our jobs because we canāt keep our hands off each other.āĀ
Johnny nods in agreement. āWeāll keep things professional during work hours. Iāll take what I can get.ā He looks at the digital clock sitting on his desk. āWe have 10 minutes before our work shift actually starts. Does that count aāā
Biting down on your bottom lip, your hand snakes behind the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips. But just before you could meet his lips, his office phone startles the both of you when it rings and Mr. Choiās name pops up on the screen.Ā
Johnny grumbles quietly before lifting the receiver to his ear. Johnny greets the manager simply, listening to his words and rolling his eyes in the process.Ā
āSure, Iāll head up in a bit.ā Johnny says before hanging up. He looks at you apologetically, holding your hand in his. āChoi wants me to meet some fresh college grads for an internship here. He says heās pairing one with me and that I should meet her before the internship actually starts.ā
You donāt mean to focus on such a minor detail, but your mouth works faster than your brain sometimes. āHer? Your new intern is a woman?ā
You see a small grin tug on the corner of Johnnyās mouth. āYouāre kinda cute when youāre jealous. Your nose crinkles a little when your eyebrowsāā Johnny reaches to press his thumb against your furrowed eyebrows before you swat his hand away.Ā
āIām not jealous.ā Your attempt to make your words sound less defensive but the amused look on Johnnyās face makes you realize he can see right through you.Ā
āThatās good,ā Johnny reassures, ābecause thereās no reason to be. Iām yours, remember?āĀ
You press a smile as you feel his lips pecking against your cheek. Pushing down the uncomfortable feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, you file this jealous feeling under irrationality in your brain.Ā
After all, Johnny is loyal ā to a fault sometimes, like Jaehyun shared. Thereās nothing you need to worry about.
Right?
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soooo do we all consecutively agree that jaehyun and johnny are himbos that just want to please you? pls give ur thoughts when u canā¤ļø
nct himbo supremacy! but especially all of the jās. and lucas too tbh. i think johnny would be slightly less himbo than jaehyun. like he knows what heās doing smh. but jaehyun? jaehyun is a happy little puppy just floating through life, doing what you want. imagine being fwb with both him and johnny, so you guys have threesomes sometimes and itās just johnny telling jaehyun exactly how to fuck you because sometimes the poor puppy just gets too excited and needs a little direction. imagine johnny sitting you between his legs and sucking hickies over your throat and playing with your nipples while jaehyun gives you head. and heās not allowed to stop, even if you beg him to, until johnny says youāre done cumming (with prior consent from you both, of course). or like jaehyun being tied up to a chair and forced to watch johnny fuck you from behind so that he can learn how to properly fuck a sub. OR imagine you misbehaving and so johnny has jaehyun put you over his lap to spank you, and poor jaehyun doesnāt really like hurting you so heās super gentle and keeps looking up at johnny like ālast one, right?ā but johnny knows you canāt just get away with being a tease in front of the other members, so he makes him keep going until your whole backside is red and aching. but by then jaehyun feels bad, so johnny lets him fuck you nice and slow and sweet as a reward for punishing you so well for him.
god this concept is just too hot. i could go on forever lmao but iāll stop!
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i canāt stop thinking about johnny and jaehyun with corruption kinks completely ruining a shy, easily flustered sub (like myself) and just the thought of the looks theyād give along with the degrading words theyād use has me squirming in my seat š„ŗ could you maybe write something about this...?
oh my god wait. imagine this as a private school au where youāre this cute little sheltered girl who somehow ends up becoming best friends with johnny and jaehyun, two older students who have a reputation for being a bad influence on you.
johnny is a notorious flirt known for sleeping around, the kind of person people like right away but probably shouldnāt trust. jaehyun is more mysterious. he has a bad boy sense of style and a boy next door personality that attracts everyone around him, but he rarely lets them in.
youāre a complete sweetheart. jae and johnny worship the ground you walk on and do their best to protect you from everyone. little does everyone else know how much they love corrupting you behind closed doors ā¦
like this is amazing because i can so easily see both of them being capable of being the sweetest soft doms or the meanest hard doms if you liked that, so they take turns playing good cop bad cop with you.
like one day itās johnny who decides to punish you by putting you over his knee and edging you for the rest of the night and then jaehyun is there to pick up the pieces, gently fingering you and whispering to you about how much of mess johnny has made you and how cute you look with his cum all over your thighs.
but sometimes itās jaehyun who plays the stricter role. most of the time he can turn you into a good girl with just a look (we all know the look) but today you decided to be a brat. i think jaehyun would be a little harder to rile up, but once heās upset with you heās big upset and you know youāre in for a rough night. he isnāt afraid to call you names.
āwhat kind of girl are you?ā
āa messy little slut, daddy.ā
āthatās right. now open your mouth.ā
heās normally very gentle, but this time he fucks your throat and the whole time johnny is sucking hickies into your inner thighs, almost eating you out, but not quite just to be a tease. between johnny making fun of you for how wet you are and jaehyun being so rough you almost cum but jaehyun tells you youāre not allowed.
jaehyun cums down your throat and johnny fucks you, but jaehyun stops him from letting you cum at all this time.
āif she wanted to cum, then she would have behaved for me.ā
pairing:Ā jeno x fem bodied reader | exes-to-lovers?
plot: jeno was a problem. he was unhinged, violent and not afraid of anyone. you were tired of cleaning his mess and left him. but jeno decided he didn't want to be left alone so when you get locked on the rooftop of a house party together, you might need to break your own rules
word count:Ā approx. 5k
warnings/notes: jeno is supposed to mirror geum seongje from weak hero (that was what anon wanted), i tried my best, jealousy (ft appearance from nct wish's sion), rooftop sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap it up), jeno basically coaxes reader to take him back
requestedĀ - hello is this thing on *taps mic* can i get uhhh badboy jeno smut (geum seongje vibes iykyk) where reader broke up with him and he's not over it and he kinda corners her to ask her to take him back sorta thing thank u very much hehehehehe
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the house party was already in full swing by the time you arrived. music pulsed through the walls hard enough that you could feel the bass beneath your feet before you even stepped inside, while people drifted between the driveway and the front lawn with red cups in hand, talking over one another beneath strings of warm lights. the house itself sat high in the hills overlooking the city, all floor-to-ceiling windows and expensive furniture that belonged to parents who were conveniently away for the weekend.
karina took one look at you after you climbed out of the car and let out an unashamed scream.
"oh, you're evil."
you laughed, smoothing the front of your dress. "i'll take that as a compliment."
"no, seriously." she caught your wrist and dragged you beneath one of the driveway lights before you could make a run for the front door. "look at yourself. you knew exactly what you were doing."
your eyes instinctively dropped to the dress.
it hugged you perfectly. your makeup had taken almost an hour, your hair had finally decided to cooperate for once, and for the first time in weeks, you'd managed to look into a mirror without immediately thinking about someone else.
that had been the goal.
not revenge. not jealousy. just... yourself.
it had been exactly a month since you'd broken up with lee jeno. according to every friend you had, that was supposed to be enough time to start feeling like yourself again. apparently nobody had bothered informing your nervous system.
people assumed you'd left because of the fights. because of the rumours. because campus seemed to produce a brand-new story about jeno every other week, usually involving bruised knuckles, broken furniture or somebody making the catastrophic mistake of underestimating him.
none of that had been the reason.
the truth was almost impossible to explain without making yourself sound dramatic.
you hadn't fallen out of love with him.
if anything, that had been the problem.
loving jeno had slowly turned into managing him. every reckless decision somehow became your responsibility, every late-night phone call ended with someone asking if you could come because, somehow, you were the only person he'd actually listen to. every fight followed the same exhausting pattern: he'd flash that infuriating grin the second he saw you, his friends would visibly relax, and before you even had time to process what had happened, you'd somehow become responsible for cleaning up another disaster you hadn't created.
you loved him.
you still did.
but somewhere along the way, you'd stopped feeling like his girlfriend and started feeling like the emergency contact everyone called whenever lee jeno inevitably became lee jeno.
"tonight," karina declared as she linked her arm through yours and steered you toward the front door, "you are legally prohibited from thinking about him."
you glanced sideways at her. "legally?"
"i've decided i'm the government."
"that feels unconstitutional."
"don't care."
despite yourself, you laughed.
"if i catch you looking sad," she continued, "i'm throwing my drink at somebody."
"you say that like you need a reason."
"exactly."
the party swallowed you the second you stepped inside. music shook the walls, somebody was already dancing on the kitchen island, and you recognised at least half the faces crowded into the living room. for the first hour, things felt surprisingly... normal. you danced with karina, accepted two drinks you definitely didn't need, and found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks.
that was probably why you didn't notice the atmosphere change straight away.
it wasn't that the music stopped or people suddenly went quiet. conversations continued, laughter still echoed through the room, but something subtle shifted beneath it all. people near the entrance started glancing in the same direction almost instinctively, the way animals seemed to sense a storm before the first drop of rain ever hit the ground.
your stomach tightened before your eyes even followed theirs.
lee jeno had arrived.
he wasn't making a scene. he never needed to. he wandered in with three of his friends, listening to something one of them was saying while lazily spinning one of the silver rings around his finger. his shoulders were relaxed, his hoodie sat half-zipped, and he looked exactly like someone who'd shown up because he'd been bored and decided a party sounded marginally more entertaining than staying home.
then he saw you.
whatever his friend had been saying immediately ceased to exist.
his gaze settled on you with quiet curiosity, travelling from your heels to the hem of your dress before finally finding your face again. he didn't look angry. if anything, he looked... amused.
slowly, almost imperceptibly, he smiled.
you felt your heart sink.
"oh, no," karina murmured beside you.
you didn't take your eyes off him. "what?"
"he looks happy."
that, unfortunately, was exactly the problem.
most people assumed lee jeno was dangerous when he looked angry.
the people who actually knew him understood the opposite was true.
angry jeno was predictable. when he was angry, somebody had usually said something stupid, started a fight or looked at him the wrong way, and everyone knew how the evening was going to end. smiling jeno, however, was impossible to read.
sometimes it meant he'd found something funny. sometimes it meant he was about to do something that would have half the room questioning his sanity. the problem was that nobody, not even the people closest to him, ever seemed to know which version they were getting until it was too late.
you tore your eyes away before you could think too much about it.
whatever expression was sitting on his face wasn't your problem anymore.
that had been the entire point of the breakup.
for the past month, you'd repeated that to yourself so often it had almost become convincing. you weren't responsible for wondering whether he'd gotten himself into another fight, whether he'd remembered to eat something that wasn't instant noodles, or whether one of his friends would inevitably end up calling you at two in the morning because he'd done something spectacularly reckless. those habits were proving much harder to break than the relationship itself, but you were trying, and that had to count for something.
"don't," karina said quietly, following your line of sight without even pretending she wasn't. "whatever's going on inside that head of yours, stop."
you let out a small laugh.
"i wasn't thinking about anything."
"you're a terrible liar."
you sighed and conceded. "i've always been a terrible liar."
"exactly."
she linked her arm through yours and nudged you gently toward the kitchen, where somebody was aggressively insisting that tequila solved every known problem in existence. "one month," she reminded you. "you've survived one month already. don't let one smile ruin all that progress."
"i wasn't planning to."
"good."
"i'm just..."
you hesitated, searching for the right word before eventually giving up.
"confused."
karina looked at you.
"why?"
"because he isn't doing anything."
that made her glance across the room again.
for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.
jeno was still standing near the entrance with his friends, listeningāor at least pretending to listenāto whatever story one of them was telling. every now and then he'd nod, or laugh under his breath, or answer with a comment that earned another round of laughter from the group. to anybody else, he looked completely normal.
except every single time the conversation lulled, his eyes drifted back to you.
not in a way that felt territorial.
not even jealous.
if anything, he looked... curious.
like he'd stumbled across a question he couldn't quite answer.
"...okay," karina murmured slowly. "that's actually a little creepy."
you frowned.
"right?"
"he usually would've walked over by now."
"i know."
"or interrupted."
"i know."
"or done literally anything."
"exactly."
instead, he stayed where he was, making no effort whatsoever to close the distance between you. somehow that unsettled you more than if he'd marched straight across the room the second he'd arrived. that would've been predictable. this wasn't. it was as though he'd seen you, decided that approaching you wasn't the answer, and settled for quietly observing instead.
the thought shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did.
you looked away, determined to enjoy the rest of the evening, and for a while it worked. somebody handed you another drink, a girl from one of your tutorials dragged you into a conversation about exams, and the noise of the party gradually swallowed your thoughts again.
then, almost absentmindedly, you looked up.
your eyes found him immediately.
he hadn't moved.
worse still, he smiled the second he realised you'd looked back.
he hadn't moved.
worse still, he smiled the second he realised you'd looked back.
it wasn't smug, and that somehow made it infinitely more irritating. there wasn't a trace of triumph in it, no silent caught you. if anything, he looked... pleased. like you'd just confirmed something he'd been quietly wondering about all evening.
you immediately looked away again.
"absolutely not," you muttered under your breath.
"i'm getting another drink," karina announced suddenly. "do you want one?"
you looked down at the cup still half-full in your hand.
"i'm good."
"don't disappear."
you smiled.
"i'll try."
"i mean it."
"rina."
"what?"
"he's not going to kidnap me."
she looked across the room at jeno before looking back at you.
"...i'm not completely ruling it out."
you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head as she wandered toward the kitchen.
left on your own, you leaned lightly against the edge of the dining table and took another sip of your drink, letting the noise of the party settle around you again. conversations overlapped from every direction, somebody near the speakers was passionately arguing that the playlist had peaked an hour ago, and a group of seniors had somehow convinced themselves they could play beer pong using decorative crystal glasses borrowed from the host's parents.
it almost felt normal again.
almost.
your gaze wandered before you could stop it.
this time, you found him laughing.
one of his friends had apparently just finished telling a story, and jeno tilted his head back with an easy grin that looked so effortless it caught you off guard. it wasn't the laugh that surprised youāyou'd always known he laughed easilyābut the way it disappeared almost immediately after.
his eyes searched the room.
they found you.
and just like that, everything else ceased to exist.
he didn't wave.
didn't gesture for you to come over.
didn't even acknowledge that you'd caught him looking.
he simply held your gaze for a few quiet seconds before lifting his cup in the smallest, almost imperceptible salute.
the gesture was so casual, so absurdly normal, that you found yourself staring before you realised what you were doing.
he smiled again.
then, as though completely satisfied with whatever conclusion he'd reached, he turned back to his friends and continued the conversation as if nothing had happened at all.
you frowned.
"what on earth are you doing?" you murmured to yourself.
for the first time since the breakup, you realised something that made your stomach twist.
you understood jeno when he was loud.
you understood him when he was reckless.
you understood him when he was impossible.
this version of himā
quiet.
patient.
content to simply watchā
you had absolutely no idea what to do with.
you'd barely finished your second drink when someone called your name from behind.
turning around, you found a vaguely familiar face smiling at you.
"i knew that was you."
you frowned for a second before recognition finally clicked.
"sion?"
"thank god." he laughed, pressing a hand dramatically against his chest. "i was starting to think i'd have to pretend i wasn't talking to you."
you couldn't help smiling.
"sorry. you look different without a laptop in front of you."
"i'll choose to take that as a compliment."
"please don't."
he laughed again before leaning casually against the kitchen island beside you.
"i didn't know you knew the host."
"i don't."
"...that's reassuring."
"karina does."
"ah."
he nodded thoughtfully.
"that makes significantly more sense."
for the first time all evening, the conversation came easily.
sion was exactly how you remembered him from classāeasygoing, a little awkward, and incapable of telling a story without getting distracted halfway through. he had a habit of laughing at his own jokes before reaching the punchline, which somehow made you laugh even harder.
"...and then i realised i'd been defending the wrong presentation for almost fifteen minutes."
you stared at him.
"you're kidding."
"i wish."
"what happened?"
"she just looked at me and said..." he lowered his voice into a painfully accurate impression of your lecturer. "'mr oh, while your confidence is admirable, this isn't your assignment.'"
you burst out laughing.
"no."
"yes."
"please tell me you're lying."
"i've never wanted to disappear more in my life."
you shook your head, still smiling.
"that's actually tragic."
"thank you. i needed someone to appreciate my suffering."
"i appreciate it immensely."
"good."
he pointed at you.
"because i'm still emotionally recovering."
your laughter faded into an easy smile.
it felt...
normal.
refreshingly so.
there were no rumours attached to sion. nobody lowered their voice when they said his name. nobody instinctively stepped aside when he walked into a room. talking to him didn't feel like standing next to a lit match.
it just felt easy.
"...can i ask you something?"
"sure."
"did you actually understand today's lecture?"
you groaned.
"don't even remind me."
"so that's a no."
"i understood maybe thirty percent of it."
"perfect."
he looked genuinely relieved.
"i was worried i was just stupid."
"i've got terrible news for you."
his face fell.
"what?"
"i understood thirty percent because i stopped listening after the first twenty minutes."
he stared at you for a second before laughing.
"okay, that's fair."
without thinking, he reached over and lightly nudged your arm.
"see? i knew talking to you would make me feel better."
the gesture barely registered.
it was casual.
friendly.
completely innocent.
but somewhere across the roomā
jeno noticed.
his conversation stopped mid-sentence.
not long enough for his friends to notice.
just long enough for his eyes to drift toward the hand resting briefly against your arm.
his expression didn't change.
if anything, the smile remained exactly where it had been.
which, somehow, made it worse.
he watched as you laughed at something sion had said, tilting your head back the same way you always did when you found something genuinely funny.
he'd seen that laugh a hundred times.
he'd never realised how loud your laugh was until it belonged to someone else's conversation.
a sudden commotion near the entrance pulled you out of your thoughts.
heads turned almost instinctively.
someone had bumped into jeno.
it wasn't much. a shoulder clipping his arm as they squeezed through the crowd, enough to send a little of the drink in the boy's hand sloshing over the rim of the cup.
the first-year froze immediately.
"s-sorry."
you recognised him almost at once.
a first-year from the business faculty.
a few months ago, he'd accidentally spilled coffee over jeno's trainers outside one of the lecture halls. before you'd managed to step in, jeno had already grabbed him by the collar and shoved him hard enough into the lockers to leave half the corridor staring. you still remembered the look on the poor boy's face when you'd pulled jeno away, somewhere between terrified and completely convinced he was about to die.
apparently he remembered too.
because instead of looking at jeno, the first-year's eyes darted straight to you.
almost instinctively.
like he was checking whether you were close enough to stop whatever came next.
jeno noticed. of course he noticed. his gaze flickered briefly toward you before settling back on the boy.
for a second, nobody moved. one of his friends had already gone quiet.
the people closest to them had taken a subtle step backwards.
everyone was waiting.
waiting to see which version of jeno had shown up tonight.
"watch where you're going," he said flatly.
"s-sorry, i didn'tā"
"yeah."
another pause. the boy looked ready to apologise another five times.
instead, jeno jerked his chin toward the hallway.
"get lost."
the first-year blinked.
"...what?"
"you heard me."
the boy didn't need telling twice. he muttered another apology before practically disappearing into the crowd.
the people nearby exchanged confused glances before slowly returning to their own conversations, the tension dissolving almost as quickly as it'd appeared.
you couldn't stop staring.
that...
wasn't what you expected.
he caught your expression from across the room. one corner of his mouth lifted. almost like he already knew what you were thinking.
and somehow, that irritated you even more.
because a month ago, he would've thrown the first punch.
tonight, he'd simply let the boy walk away.
you weren't sure which version unsettled you more.
it irritated you enough that eventually you decided you needed air before you snapped.
without telling anyone, you slipped upstairs and climbed the narrow staircase leading to the rooftop terrace. the cool night breeze hit your skin immediately when you stepped outside, and you closed your eyes for a second in relief.
finally.
quiet.
the city lights stretched endlessly beneath the rooftop, glowing gold against the darkness. you walked toward the railing and rested your arms against it, trying to calm the frustration buzzing beneath your skin.
the rooftop door opened behind you less than a minute later.
you didnāt even turn around. you recognised the smell of that cologne anywhere, a custom mix of two different ones because jeno couldn't decide which one he liked better.
āyouāre unbelievable,ā you said flatly.
jeno shut the door behind him. āyou disappeared.ā
āi came upstairs for five seconds.ā
āyou left with no jacket.ā
you laughed once under your breath and turned toward him. āyou're fucking kidding me.ā
his gaze moved over you again, slower this time, and it made your entire body tense in annoyance because even after everything, he still knew exactly how to look at you in a way that made you feel too aware of yourself.
āthat dress is too short.ā
āthere it is.ā
āyou tryna get someoneās attention?ā
āi wore it because i look good.ā
āyou do.ā
the answer came immediately. it irritated you more than if he had insulted you.
you folded your arms. āwhat do you want?ā
jeno walked closer until he stood only a few feet away from you. āto talk.ā
āweāve had this conversation already.ā
āno, you talked. then you blocked me on everything.ā
ābecause we broke up.ā
his jaw tightened slightly.
āyou keep saying that like i agreed to it.ā
you stared at him in disbelief. āyou donāt get to disagree with a breakup, jeno.ā
āwatch me.ā
āoh my god.ā
you pushed yourself off the railing. āthis is exactly why i left you. youāre insane.ā
his expression barely changed. āyou still love me.ā
āthatās not the point.ā
āso you do.ā
āi didnāt say that.ā
āyou didnāt deny it either.ā
you groaned in frustration and headed toward the rooftop door. āiām done with this conversation.ā
but the second you grabbed the handle and twisted, your expression changed.
the door didnāt move.
you frowned and pulled harder.
locked.
āwhat the hell?ā
jeno walked over behind you slowly. too slowly.
you turned immediately. ādid you do this?ā
āwhat?ā
āthe door is locked.ā
he reached past you and tested the handle himself with an annoyingly convincing look of confusion. āhuh.ā
you narrowed your eyes. āyou are such a liar.ā
āi didnāt lock it.ā
ādid you tell one of your idiot friends to do it?ā
āno.ā
a pause.
ājeno.ā
āwhat? maybe itās fate. you keep running away from me.ā
ābecause i donāt want to talk to you.ā
āyouāre talking now.ā
you shoved his shoulder hard, but he barely moved.
āyouāre actually crazy.ā
āand youāre still beautiful when youāre angry.ā
you glared at him. āi hate you.ā
āno, you donāt.ā
the confidence in his voice made your blood boil because the worst part was that he genuinely believed it.
jeno leaned against the rooftop door casually while looking down at you, completely unbothered by the fact that you were seconds away from losing your temper.
āyouāve been avoiding me for a month.ā
āthanks for stating the obvious.ā
āyou ignore my texts.ā
āthatās the point.ā
āyou were real friendly with the guy downstairs."
you scoffed. āyou mean the normal guy who doesnāt threaten people for fun?ā
his eyes darkened instantly.
āwas he funny?"
āoh my god, who cares?ā
āi care.ā
āwell, stop.ā
for the first time that night, something genuinely angry flashed across his face.
āyou think iām just supposed to watch you move on?ā
āwell yes.ā
the answer came so quickly it stunned him into silence for a second.
and suddenly you could see it clearly ā the exhaustion beneath his anger, the sleeplessness in his eyes, the way his hands flexed like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing you and pulling you against him like he used to.
āyou really donāt give a shit anymore?ā he asked quietly.
your chest tightened despite yourself.
because that wasnāt true.
that was the problem. for the first time tonight, jeno wasn't playing any games. for the first time ever since you broke up, he felt like you were truly gonna slip away from him for eternity.
āletās talk baby,ā he came closer to you, voice laced with a sense of nervousness that only you were able to tell.
āthereās nothing to talk about!ā
āthere is.ā his hand caught your wrist, fingers circling, thumb pressing into your pulse point. āi fucked up. i know. but iāve been losing my mind without you. every time i see you laughing with someone else, i want to rip them apart.. iāll - fuck iāll tone down the fighting, iāll just -ā
for the first time since youāve dated each other, he was actually anxious.
āi donāt know how to say it right.ā his voice cracked, just a little. he tugged you closer, his forehead resting against yours. āiām sorry. iām sorry for the shit i did. but i canāt let you go. youāre it for me, princess. youāre the only thing thatās ever felt real.ā
you wanted to stay angry. you wanted to push him away, scream, claw at him until he let you go. but your body betrayed youāthe heat of him, the familiar weight of his hands, the way his thumb traced lazy circles on your wrist. a month of no contact, of pretending you didnāt miss the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the world, and now you were trembling.
ājeno.ā it came out weak.
ālet me show you.ā his lips ghosted over your cheek. ālet me prove i still know how to make you feel good. just tonight. then we can talk tomorrow. iāll fix the door, i swear, but⦠let me have this.ā
you should have said no. should have fought harder. but the cold air had seeped into your bones, and he was warm, and you were so fucking tired of pretending you didnāt want him. karina can lecture you about it later.
āyouāre an asshole,ā you whispered.
āyeah. your asshole.ā he smiled, a real one, and it softened the hard lines of his face. then he kissed you. hard. hungry. his tongue slid against yours, and you melted into it, your hands fisting in his jacket. a month of denial crashed down, and you kissed him back like you were drowning.
he groaned against your mouth, his hands sliding down your waist, gripping your hips through the thin fabric of your dress. āfuck, i missed you. missed this.ā he bit your lower lip, tugging, and you gasped. his fingers found the hem of your dress, bunching it up until the cold air hit your thighs.
ājen, the doorāsomeone could come upāā
āthey wonāt.ā he pulled back, his eyes dark and serious. āi told jaemin to lock it and keep everyone away. gave us an hour.ā
your breath caught. āyouāyou planned this?ā
āhad to get you alone somehow.ā he kissed your neck, teeth scraping over your pulse. āyou wouldnāt talk to me. you wouldnāt even look at me. this was the only way, princess. forgive me?ā
you should have been furious. instead, you were wet. the audacity of it, the raw desperationāit turned you on more than you wanted to admit. you tilted your head back, giving him more access, and he took it, sucking a mark into your collarbone.
āi hate you,ā you breathed.
āno, you donāt.ā his hand slid between your thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties. āyouāre soaked, baby. you missed me too.ā
you didnāt deny it. couldnāt. he hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside, and then his fingers were on youācalloused and rough, sliding through your slick folds. you bucked into his touch, a moan escaping your lips.
āthatās it. let me hear you.ā he found your clit, circling it with practiced precision, and your knees buckled. he caught you, guiding you back until you were pressed against the cold brick wall of the rooftop shed. ābeen thinking about this every night. jerking off to the memory of your pussy gripping my cock.ā
ājenoāfuckāā
he pushed two fingers inside you, stretching you, and you cried out. his thumb kept working your clit, pressing hard, and he watched your face with that predatory intensity that always made you feel like preyābut in the best way. he curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind your eyes.
āyouāre so tight. so perfect.ā he pumped his fingers, faster, deeper, the sound of your wetness obscene in the night air. āgonna make you come on my hand first. then iām gonna bend you over this railing and fuck you until you remember who you belong to.ā
you were close, the pressure coiling in your belly, but you werenāt ready to give in. āi donāt belong to anyone.ā
āyeah, you do.ā he pressed his thumb harder against your clit, and you screamed, your orgasm crashing through you. your walls clenched around his fingers, and he kept pumping, drawing it out until you were shaking and gasping against the wall.
āgood girl.ā he pulled his fingers out, sliding them into his mouth, sucking them clean. ātaste so sweet.ā
your dress was rucked up around your waist, your panties hanging uselessly off one hip. he pushed them down, letting them fall to the gravel. then he unbuckled his belt, the clink of metal loud in the silence. his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum.
āturn around. bend over the railing.ā
you hesitated for only a second. then you obeyed, gripping the cold metal, arching your back. "good fucking girl."
the dress rode up, exposing your bare ass. he moved behind you, his hands gripping your hips, his cock pressing against your wet entrance.
āiām sorry,ā he muttered, the words rough and awkward. āfor everything. i donāt know how to be the guy you deserve. but iām trying. iām trying, princess.ā
then he pushed inside you, and all coherent thought dissolved. his teeth found the side of your neck and made his mark there before licking and sucking a hickey onto it.
he filled you completely, stretching you, the friction perfect. he gave you a moment to adjust, then pulled out and thrust back in, a steady rhythm that quickly grew frantic. his hand snaked around to your clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts, and you moaned into the night.
āfuck, you feel better than i remember.ā he spanked your ass, the sharp sting making you clench around him. ālook at you, taking my cock like a fucking dream. missed this pussy. missed your tight little cunt.ā
he drove into you harder, faster, his balls slapping against your clit. the rooftop lights cast long shadows, and you could see the city below, oblivious to the raw, desperate sex happening above. the thought only made you wetter.
ājen, iām gonnaāā
ācome for me, baby. come on my cock.ā he pressed down on your clit, and you shattered, your orgasm ripping through you like a wave. he kept thrusting, chasing his own release, but you were too sensitive, bucking against him.
āwaitātoo muchāā
āone more.ā he slowed, but didnāt stop, grinding deep inside you. ācome on, princess. you can give me one more. for me.ā
he pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, he spun you around, lifting you up. your legs wrapped around his waist, your back hitting the wall again. he lined himself up into your gaping pussy and sank back into you, this time face to face.
you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, messy and desperate. he fucked you slow and deep, his eyes locked on yours, his forehead pressed against yours.
āiām not good at words,ā he whispered. ābut i need you back. i need you, and i donāt care how much i have to change. iāll burn the world down for you. just⦠come back to me.ā
you couldnāt speak. the emotion in his voiceāraw, broken, realācracked something inside you. you kissed him, hard, and he groaned into your mouth, his thrusts becoming erratic. "this pussy was fucking made for me."
āiām gonna fill you up,ā he growled. āgonna put my cum deep inside you, and youāre gonna walk around downstairs knowing youāre still mine.ā
āyes,ā you gasped. ādo itāpleaseāā
he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and you felt his hot release spill inside you, wave after wave. you came again, a smaller, shuddery orgasm, clenching around him as he pulsed inside you.
he held you there, both of you panting, sweat-slicked and trembling. he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping down your thigh. he caught it with his fingers, pressing it back inside, his eyes dark and possessive.
āyouāre not leaving this rooftop until i hear you say youāll try,ā he said, voice husky. āeven if we have to do this a few more times.ā
you laughed, weak and breathless. āyouāre impossible.ā
āand youāre mine.ā he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. āplease, princess. say yes."
you looked at himāthe fighting scars, the rough edges, the vulnerable flicker in his eyesāand you knew you were lost.
"come on, let's ditch this and go back so you can sit on my face.ā
āfine. but youāre sleeping on the sofa for a month.ā
he grinned, wide and boyish, and pulled you into another kiss. the door was still locked, but the night was young, and there was plenty of time to argue about the future. right now, you had his cum leaking down your thigh and his arms around you, and for the first time in a month, it felt like home.
"oh, and tell oh sion to fucking keep his hands to himself unless he wants it broken."
Each piece of writing on this masterlist is set in the fratboy!jaehyun universe set up in chronological order of when things happen within the universe. Enjoy!!
updated November 17, 2025
most recently added fics are in bold!
/fics/
when the fratboy falls
Jaehyun is a fratboy with a notorious reputation for being a playboy, you have never heard of him. surely, he can use tutoring as an excuse to get close to you, right? OR the origin of it all
when the party's over
it was only a matter of time until this conversation came up. Jaehyun only wishes he were better at putting his feelings into words before the conversation went down
the after party
PART 2- Jaehyun realizes heās going to need to put some real work in to try to win you back. What, he didnāt really think it would be easy to win you back, did he?
women in male fields
youāre fully aware youāre dating a reformed fuckboy/fratiest fratboy to exist but that doesnāt mean he can get away with acting like a douche without a taste of his own medicineā¦Ā ORĀ the 3 times sweetheart finds herself acting like a fuckboy and the 1 time Jaehyun calls her out
no nut November
SMUT- your stupid boyfriend and his stupid frat do this stupid competition and your boyfriend happens to be the returning champ. can he win again?
(not) Over You
your impending graduation should fill you with joy but somehow the unfortunate reality of adulthood has led to you to a break down and a⦠break up
/timestamps and one-shots/
[10:14 pm]- Jaehyun is really nervous to have you attend a frat party now that heās sure he likes you
[6:08 pm]- after a fight with your roommate, Jaehyun offers to let you stay with him while he tries not to act so nervous
[11:14 pm]- it's hard to forget that Jaehyun is a reformed fuckboy when you hear his old partners talk about what he's like in bed
[2:15 pm]- you planned a not-date for you and Jaehyun except... he doesn't show up
only in my nightmares- one of Jaehyun's old flings confronts you and you find comfort in Haechan... then Jaehyun
he's harmless- you join the frat for a night in playing truth or dare... you get picked to kiss someone and it's not Jaehyun...
[4:22pm]- Jaehyun can't stand watching some loser flirt with you... why aren't you doing anything about it?
[6:18 pm]- you meet Jaehyun's ex and try not to be jealous, but damn, she's like really pretty
losing my mind- you and Jaehyun have sex for the first time- SMUT
[1:25 pm]- a pair of frat guys make you feel like shit so it's only fair that Jaehyun defends your honor
-when the party's over happens about here-
-the after party happens here-
[4:42 pm]- you and Jaehyun catch sight of the guy who tried to make a move on you while you were broken up
[8:48 pm]- Jaehyun crashes a facetime call with your mom
can I call her what she is?- Doyoung has a new girlfriend and she makes it very clear to you and you alone that she doesnāt like you. Too bad no one believes you
[8:12 pm]- you smoke weed for the first time with Jaehyun
[1:03 pm]- you and Jaehyun meet each other's parents officially for the first time
[7:37 pm]- Jaehyun makes you mad and is uncharacteristically lovey dovey which is also weird for his frat brothers to see
[10:04 pm]- Jaehyun leaves a party to go take care of his girl
[6:14 pm]- Jaehyun teaches you how to drive
[10:16 pm]- Jaehyun keeps using awful holiday pick up lines on you... unfortunately they work
[7:06 pm]- Jaehyun mixed up the times for the frat formal so you have to rush to get ready. Luckily, Jaehyunās there to help even though heās never done it before
[2:49 am]- Jaehyun- Sleeping at the frat house is always an adventure- wait, is someone having sex right now?!
[12:22 am] why is your boyfriend's best friend on his Instagram more than you?!
[1:44 pm]- Jaehyun gets jealous when he wakes up to find you spending time with someone else instead of him
[4:19 pm]- Jaehyun comforts you when you have a bad day
I like(?) Haechan- you and Haechan are too close and Jaehyun finally admits that he's just a tiny bit jealous
[2:26 pm]- you and Johnny have to teach your boyfriend how to give acceptable feedback when you try on clothes
[12:09 pm]- You just learned that one of Jaehyun's fratbros was cheating on one of your friends and Jaehyun knew...
[7:04 pm]- Jaehyun sulks because you won't let him join your girls night
[2:24 pm]- how can you focus on giving Jaehyun's directions when he looks so damn good behind the wheel?
[7:53 am]- Jaehyun reveals his hidden tattoo to you
[5:11 pm]- Since when did the guys become comfortable enough to enter the bathroom while you were showering? Actually, when did you become comfortable to shower at the frat house at all??
[3:01 pm]- Jaehyun gets jealous of all your attention going to a new pledge, Jisung
-not over you happens here-
[1:11 am]- Jaehyun surprises you with a frat wedding, obviously it's the two of you getting married
[2:24 am]- a middle of the night bathroom run becomes a pregnancy test run which ensues in stress and anxiety
/tiktoks and other silliness/
best brother ever- you do theĀ ābest brother everā prank on Jaehyun- he hates it
marrying ice cream- you do theĀ ācalling your boyfriend your husband prankā on your boyfriend
smudged kisses- you do the "messed up lipstick" trend with your boyfriend
no one would hear you scream- you do the "no one would hear you scream" prank on your boyfriend while on a hike with the frat
grwm while I...- Jaehyun decides to pull a prank on you. It backfires.
my boyfriend ranks...- you use the physical affection filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them
anyone could walk in on us...- you do the "pretending to give my boyfriend head" prank on your boyfriend
tell me you love me or else- you do the "hanging up on my boyfriend without saying I love you" on your boyfriend
a boy who's jacked and kind- you do the "a boy who's jacked and kind" trend with your boyfriend
we listen and we don't judge- you do the "we listen and we don't judge" trend with your boyfriend
don't smile...- you do the prank where you give Jaehyun a note telling him not to smile and you'll give him head
MY Johnny- you do the prank where his best friend pays for your nails... or perhaps your best friend paid for them
what do you mean, he?- you do the "a guy waxed me" prank on your boyfriend
what does your cup say?- you ask your barista friend to prank your boyfriend by writing a pick-up line on his cup
birthday spoiling- you do the trend where you hide sexy pics for your boyfriend to find on his birthday
bf ranks types of kisses- you use the types of kisses filter with Jaehyun and he ranks them
the booktok door trend- Jaehyun has a little peek into a book you left and decides to try something he read on you
tell me that's not permanent- you prank Jaehyun by making him think you got a tattoo of his name
pretend I'm a random guy- Jaehyun does the "pretend I'm a random guy" prank on you
I don't want to spend the night- you do the prank where you tell your boyfriend you don't want to stay the night
are you two a couple?- you and your boyfriend are interviewed by a tiktok account asking if you two are a couple
what is this going to cover?!- you prank your boyfriend by making him believe that two shoelaces are your bikini
I'm so hungry I could eat...- you and Jaehyun do the "I'm so hungry I could eat..." prank on each other
my boyfriend does my makeup- you and Jaehyun do the "my boyfriend" does my makeup trend
the "planned" date- you do the TikTok prank where you get ready for a made up date on Jaehyun
you're eating snacks with him!- Jaehyun wakes up from a nap, grumpy to find you gone and even grumpier to find you snacking with another guy!
my "current" bf/gf- you and Jaehyun do the my "current" bf/gf prank on each other
if you can make me laugh...- you do the "if you can make me laugh, we can practice making a baby" trend on Jaehyun
you're baby for a reason- you do the "babying my bf until he notices the camera" prank on Jaehyun
party 4 u- the "party 4 u" trend with Jaehyun ft moments pre-official relationship moments
i'm like 'oh my god!'- you do the Tears challenge by Sabrina Carpenter and your boyfriend watches it
AI maintenance man- text smau where you do the AI man in the house trend
trying pheromone perfume- you try pheromone perfume on around your boyfriend
the Tzuyu bra- you watch the VS show and are influenced to by the bra that Tzuyu wears
miniskirt- you learn a TikTok dance and your boyfriend catches you dancing
/post college Jae aka Finance bro!Jae/
ragebaiting my gf
putting my gf on the counter
/extras/
birthday smauĀ for fratboy!Jaehyun
will you be my valentine?
Sweetheart's dynamic with the rest of the frat!
Sweets and Jae private tweets!
/alternate timeline/ /aka fratboy!Jae but not the MAIN fratboy!Jae/
[9:35 pm]- you and fratboy!Jaehyun have been keeping your relationship under wraps until now...
how do you say...- you ask your boyfriend how to say certain things in Korean... why do they sound so flirty?
aggressively telling my bf I love him- you do the "yelling at my bf to tell him I love him"-- Spanish speaking!reader
pairing: ceo!johnny x fem!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: strong language, sexual themes
word count: 2k
song: so emotional by whitney houston
for @fruityutasā ā” this one got away from me and the song a little bit, but i hope you enjoy it~
āSo youāre fucking your boss now?āĀ
āI am not fucking my boss,ā you deadpan, staring down into your drink and avoiding your friendās smug gaze as she sits across from you in the dingy pub.
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pairing: jaehyun x reader, johnny x reader
genre: angst, unrequited love
warnings: mentions of cheating
word count: 1.2k
prompt: there is thunder in our hearts
for anon ā„ļø from my first round of prompt requests
āIām getting marriedā You say, and the words sink into Jaehyunās heart like a cold knife.
āMarried?ā He asks, voice a choked whisper. His mind is screaming, heart pounding. He wants to question, to yell, to grab you by the shoulders Ā and shake you to your senses.
āWhat about last weekend?ā he thinks, memories of your lips on hisāsweet with liquor and that fruity lip balm you always stole from him. āWhat about the last ten years? Iāve been in love with you for ten years and nowā¦nothing? It all leads to nothing?ā
warnings: dom!johnny, sub!reader, sir!johnny, voyeurism, exhibitionism, (strong) sir kink, sex toys, dom/sub dynamics, delayed orgasm, orgasm control, overstimulation (allured to), aftercare? i'm not sure lol
word count: 1.4k
summary: after fucking you to each other's highs, johnny doesn't let the fun stop, he has other plans in mind.
āgo to the window.ā
āthe window, sir?ā you look back to see his eyes fixed on you, they do not budge as your own raise to meet them. he nods slightly, anyone not used to his mannerisms wouldāve missed it, you are not allowed to miss it.
āare you sure, sir?ā youāre pushing your luck. you know it. the rational part of your brain is fogged by the pleasure and the punishment your words could incite only excites you more.
ādo as i say.ā the low tone in which the words leave his mouth sends a chill up your spine. you comply, as you should, and walk slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the room. you turn for a moment, and stop once facing him, waiting for his next instructions.
āturn around.ā you knew this was coming, yet dared to hope otherwise. this room may be on the 20th floor, the exposition feels all the same as your feet rotate and the sun sets on your face. you soak in the sunlight, eyes closed as you feel too embarrassed to open them. he wonāt know, or at least you hope he wonāt notice.
ānow youāre going to count to ten, and whatever happens, i am expecting you to stay exactly where you are. is that understood?ā you nod, not yet realizing that it wouldnāt be enough, your mouth instinctively staying shut as you await his approval.
āuse your words. do not make me repeat myself.ā
āyes, sir.ā your voice is strong as the familiar words pass your lips, you know he will not accept anything less and do not want to go against his wishes, at least not now, not yet. you wait patiently for what feels like minutes, you can feel the sun warming your skin even more than it already was.
you take a deep breath in, collecting your thoughts and silently anticipating whatās coming.
āgo ahead.ā
you gulp in between two breaths, shortened by the anxious yet excited feelings currently clouding your mind.
āone.ā
you feel the toy inside you start buzzing lightly from the press of a button he undoubtedly just made. you were expecting it, yet the shock surprised you enough to finally open your eyes. you slowly adjust to the feeling, even though it is not much, you are still sensitive from moments ago. your now unshut eyes adapt to the sudden brightness and you now see the landscape in front of you. the city is beautiful, as always, yet that is not the cause of your heartās racing beats. you feel exposed, because you are. any passer-by with good luck and great vision could suddenly decide to raise his gaze to the tall and imposing building, only to be greeted by the lewd image of naked body, inches away from the windowsill, of your chest or your hands pressed against the glass for support as the vibrations inside you keep going steadily. youāre dragged away from your thoughts by the familiar sound of johnny clearing his throat. you understand many seconds have now passed since you started counting, and he is of course, expecting you to keep going.
after a deep breath, now knowing whatās coming, you calmly speak.
ātwo.ā
as expected, the vibration within you rises, slightly. you know you have to keep going steadily, as you took a rather long time adjusting to the situation.
āthree.ā
the vibrations, like clockwork, heighten once again. your body starts to respond to the stimulation, in spite of you trying to stay composed for a few more moments.
āfour⦠five. s-six.ā
the jolt is no surprise, yet you can feel your voice start to tremble as your body is now moving on its own from the stimulation. your mind is undeniably clouded in pleasure, so much so, in fact, that you forget your situation for a moment, letting your body collapse on the glass in front of you. the cold surface causes your nipples to quickly harden, and though your mind has not yet pictured how you must look to the outside world, johnny's heavy breathing and slight shift in position leads you to believe that he definitely has. you rest your forehead on the cold glass for a few more seconds, regaining your composure and stepping back into your initial position.
āseven- eight⦠nine.ā
the moments between each count grow longer and longer, as the raising vibrations send jolts of pleasure through your veins. your eyes are fixed on the clouds, as you dare not lower them to the street, afraid of meeting any strangerās gaze. you can feel an orgasm build up inside of you as the steady buzzing continues. you know better than to wait until the last moments, yet you know you have not yet completed what was asked.
āten.ā
the strength of the vibrator inside of you having reached its maximum, your legs begin to shake. you try your best to keep yourself standing. the orgasm you could feel building is now fast approaching. you decide to test your luck.
āmay i cum, sir?ā he does not answer, yet you can hear him getting up from the chair in which he was sitting. he walks slowly, steadily, towards you. once you can feel his breath on the back of your neck, you hear it:
āno. not yet.ā as soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel his lips on your shoulder, sending a surge of electricity through your body. with his hands on your shoulders, he brings you a few steps backwards.
āi want you to see yourself.ā he says, as your eyes start distinguishing your reflection through the clouds. you can see his head as he slowly kisses up your neck. the feeling brought by his lips on your skin sends your growing pleasure into overdrive as your breaths become shorter and faster.
āmay i cum now, sir?ā the words leave your mouth quieter than expected, yet you hope that will be enough. you see his head go up from your neck through the reflection and breathlessly await his permission. your eyes lock with his within the clouds, you struggle to keep them open as the pleasure grows inside you. you know, however, that you must keep eye contact the whole time, as it is what he truly wants from this. having made sure that youāve understood what you needed to do, in a low yet strong voice, he said the words.
ācum for me. now.ā the permission unlocks a deep pleasure within yourself as youāre finally allowed to let go. you collapse backwards into his arms, your legs no longer able to hold your body standing. he holds you up as the orgasm rolls throughout your body, lowering the intensity of the vibrations at a steady rhythm, allowing you to ride out every last part of the pleasure you feel. once the toy reaches its stop, and your mind slowly clears the fog brought by the situation, you turn around to face him. your eyes looking up to his, you bring your face closer for a kiss, waiting for him to close the distance between you. as he does, his hands reach your waist and rest there for a moment, as your lips part and his eyes pierce through yours. each breath feels slightly longer than the last, as your body calms down and your legs regain their strength. his hands leave your waist and he turns around for a moment, once he turns back, he is holding a robe open, waiting for you to slide into it. you do so without hesitation, and he guides you to the bed. you lay down, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. you think to yourself that he can probably feel your heartbeat, as you can hear blood pumping through your ears. you feel yourself drifting off to sleep to the comforting sound of your breaths joining in rhythm. your eyes close slowly, as you let the warmth of his body blend with yours.
synopsis: your loyal best friend whose feelings have long outgrown platonic ties.
genre: slice of life, i guess. angst. eventual smut. slowburn (if you squint). friends to lovers. mutual pining.
word count: 9.6k~
warnings: both reader and jeno are two idiots so prepare to be ragebaited. mentions of karina and jaemin. jeno gets major jealousy. cussing and a bit of arguing. cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (uh oh!), dirty talk, petnames, mock sympathy, dom!jeno, praise kink, teensy bit overstimulation... i think that's it lmao ?
mimi's note ࣪ Ė ą½² : i first wanted to start off saying thank you all SO FREAKING MUCH for all the support on my blog so far, i wasn't expecting my work to be loved this early š„¹ so as a proper gift of gratitude, i present my first (kinda) full-fledged jeno fic!! i know ncity's a bit fucked rn so hope this helps.. anyways, happy reading <3
it's hard to say when it began, this confidant-like friendship you now share with jeno. you two met through mutual friends, and slowly yet surely, he became the one person you turn to with every romantic disappointment that plagues your life.
ghosted by a man again? tell jeno. regretting a horrid hookup? jeno's hearing of it. developing feelings for a guy from another dating app? jeno, jeno, jeno.
it's not like you set out to use him as your personal therapist or something; he just happened to be an exceptionally good listener. and he never once complained.
this time was no different. you had bombarded jeno with multiple (wildly over dramatic) messages, demanding that he come over at once because of an "emergency conversation" that you simply had to inform him of. of course, being the ever-present and dependable friend he is, he dropped everything and came.
when he arrives, you're already dragging him inside and shutting the door behind him with a tad too much urgency, breaths uneven. you're in simple home clothes: a fitted tank top and relaxed shorts. jeno's attention drifts over your form for a moment too long. he feels his throat close up and his heart begins to hammer against his ribs. you look absolutely radiant. it's a domesticity that feels like a taunt; other men that you involve yourself with that get to have access to the utmost beauty that you are... and he doesn't. he hates it.
he shakes himself out of his trance and deliberately shifts his focus back to your face.
"...alright. what's going on?"
you're practically bouncing on your toes, letting out tiny squeals and excited little exhales. it's so cute to him that he wants to bash his face in. when your energy finally dips slightly, you seize him by his collar and yank him close, until your faces are just inches apart.
"me and you are going on a double date!"
jeno's head begins to reel from your words. a... double date? you've organized a date for yourself and actually found a girl for him as well? the thought alone is exhausting. his unrequited love for you is nearly impossible to suppress as it is, and now he has to spend an entire evening pretending as though he's at all interested in another woman while watching you with another man? it sounds like a nightmare.
but he can't bear to refuse when you look so happy. your wide smile and the way you're jumping and giggling, it's one of the most adorable sights he's ever witnessed. and so, his response spills out of him before he can even reconsider.
"when is it? and where, exactly?"
another soft, delighted squeal slips from your lips, and he feels any remnants of his hesitant resistance to the offer crumble, melting like warm putty at the sound of it.
"it's next weekend! at that one bar/grill joint we passed that one timeāyou remember, right?" you exclaim, eyes sparkling with that beautiful anticipation. "please, please, please tell me you're free then, jen-jen."
jen-jen.
if you weren't already mercilessly tugging at his heartstrings, that infuriatingly sweet little nickname would have singlehandedly shattered and snapped them completely.
"yeah.. yeah, i'll make sure to free up my schedule for next weekend."
you yelp out of joy, immediately throwing your arms around him and murmuring soft words of gratitude and encouragement while he quietly feels his heart simultaneously break and swell at your embrace.
in what feels like a much shorter time span than a week, the destined weekend double date finally arrives. jeno is all nerves and anxiety, his traitorously unhelpful conscience conjuring up all the many ways this could go very wrong.
the plan is for him to pick you up from your apartment at exactly 6:30 and no later than to head to the place together, since it's already half an hour drive.
he dressed casual, but not too casual. he pulled on a gray-ish henley with dark wash jeans and some brown, small boots. not too shabby, he supposed.
when he pulled up to your apartment and knocked on the door, he barely had time to wait twenty seconds before you swung it open. when his eyes landed on you, you stood there dressed in one of the most beautiful, casually enchanting dresses he's ever seen you in. and considering how many times he's had the misfortune of watching you doll up for other men, that's saying something.
"wow, you look..." he mumbles under his breath. he doesn't even have time to wonder if you caught it because you cut him off before the sentence can fully take shape.
you smooth the fabric of your dress with a quick motion and pick up your delicate purse from the small stand near the door. it then clicks shut behind you as you step out into the very pleasant weather of an august evening. the scent of your feminine, airy perfume wafts up to jeno's nose in large waves of sweetness, which is more than his already precarious restraint can bear.
"oh my goodness, you're perfectly on time!" you exclaim. "we should leave nowāi don't want us to be late."
he nods and immediately leads you to the parking lot, opening the passenger door of his car for you, the gesture silent but undeniable in its chivalry. despite the 'just friends' label that you both stupidly cling onto, he can't resist treating you with every ounce of tender, gentlemanly attention a boyfriend would. the same attention you complain to him about not finding in any man you talk to romantically.
if only you bothered to open your eyes...
you climb into his passenger seat, swiftly clicking in your seatbelt with one hand while the other pulls out your phone to type in the name of the joint into the GPS app. jeno walks around the car and slips into the driver's seat, switching on the ignition and clicking in his own seatbelt.
"i'm so freaking excited, jeno, seriously. me and this guy have great chemistry, and i'm sure that you'll love his friend that he's bringing too. she's super pretty. wanna see?"
he's not at all excited. he shakes his head, gently taking your phone from your hands and placing it on his right thigh with the directions on-screen as he pulls out of the parking lot, one arm moving to rest behind your headrest as he reverses.
"i'll see her anyway when we get there, no?"
you blow a lighthearted raspberry at him, flipping down the overhead mirror to take one last glance at your makeup. light brown tones dust your eyelids, while a delicately lighter shade of pink warm your cheeks. your lips, coated with a thin layer of glossy sheen, look succulent and soft under the combined, dim light of the car and the moon above.
it's an entire battle in and of itself for him to keep his eyes on the road ahead, and not blatantly gawk at you the way he wants to.
it kills him to askāto feign interest in any aspect of this situationābut anything to break the silence that's beginning to envelope the space of the car.
"so... about the guy. and the girl too, i guess. but um.. how well do you know them?"
you snap the overhead mirror back into place, gently tugging the hem of your dress a little lower on your thighs. clearing your throat, you speak with that easy, naturally smooth tone that has developed between you two after months of closeness.
"well, i don't know the girl at allātonight will be my first time meeting her, too. but the guy, we've been talking back and forth for about a month now. his name is jaemināhe's really hot, actually, but i can't tell if he's just another jackass... guess we'll find out."
jeno simply nods along, his face betraying nothing of his inner turmoil and how every word leaving your lips is slowly chipping away at and dismantling his sanity and emotional control.
"i'm excited," is all he murmurs. you clap and smile widely, beaming with delight at his apparent enthusiasm. you remain unaware of just how violently he's fighting the impulse to turn his car all the way back to your apartment and call this whole idiotic 'quadruple date' off.
for the rest of the ride, he switches on some smooth r&b, velvety vocals and silky instrumentals flowing through the speakers at a comfortable volume, wrapping the car in a cocoon of intimate warmth.
approximately half an hour later, they pull into the parking lot of the bar/grill joint, the sturdy yet inviting brick building's windows already showing flickers of other customers within the establishment, which is bathed in yellow-toned lighting.
you exited the car almost before he had fully parked, and the sight made his stomach churn. he felt the urge to lock the doors and remain seated (possibly for the rest of his days) intensify. only now that he was parked in front of the building, which seemed more like hell on earth than an inviting, fun place to enjoy a night out, was the reality of the situation beginning to crystallize.
when you glanced back and saw jeno still frozen behind the wheel through the windshield, you waved him over with a playful gesture, your expression blooming into one of your signature, sweet, torturously disarming smiles; the very one he wishes he could devour right off your pretty little face.
he sighs softly to himself, muttering "just do it, it'll be fine" over and over under his breath as he opens the driver's side door, climbing out of the car and walking over to your side, following you into the establishment.
he rests a hand on the small of your back as you enter together, the touch effortlessly instinctive. the lively chaos of the combined bar and grill immediately swallows both of you. almost every table is packed with customers, some nursing drinks while others enjoy meticulously prepared meals. a vibrant tapestry of chatter and laughter fill the space as your eyes sweep the room in search of the two individuals you're here to acquaint yourselves with.
finally, your eyes land on a man with jet black hair, the strands artfully arranged to accentuate his striking appearance. beside him stood a woman whose face you couldn't quite discern all the way from here, but from what you can see, she looks drop-dead gorgeous. that must be jaemin and his friend. you practically gripped jeno's arm and led him across the room with purposeful strides to the table in the corner.
as you and jeno approached the table, jaemin and his friend glanced up with welcoming smiles and rose from their chairs to greet you both. and wow... jaemin had not overstated his friend's beauty. up close, she was stunningāevery contour and soft play of light on her face seems handcrafted by Aphrodite herself. an almost ethereal loveliness.
"you must be karina, right?"
she nods with a smile of such devastating beauty that you're convinced it has felled hundreds of hearts across her lifetime.
you two exchange quick and friendly introductions, and you greet jaemin in turn, who looks like he's trying his absolute best not to check you out. then her gaze moves to jeno, drawn almost immediately to the way one of his hands is gently resting on the small of your back. she chuckles softly to herself at the sight, and then her eyes meet yours again.
"you sure you two are just friends...?"
you laugh, the sound carrying a unintentional hint of awkwardness, as you nod in quick succession. you reach back and carefully remove jeno's hand from your lower back. you felt itāthe way his fingers resisted for a moment, clinging to yours stubbornly before releasing.
another of those quiet, intimate gestures that you habitually ignored for the sake of maintaining the fragile boundary of friendship.
"yeah, yeah, of course! jeno's like a brother to me, i swear."
jeno's jaw tightened at the uncomfortable description, but he schooled his expression to one of neutrality. after all, it was perfectly reasonable for you to see him as a brotherly figure. though the sting of it lingered nonetheless.
jaemin took your hand and led you to the seat beside his, pulling it out with the courtesy of a proper gentleman. jeno watched the exchange with the most weakly masked unease, though he stayed silent, lowering himself in the chair next to karina's. she offered him a warm smile. any other man would have melted at the sight, but jeno returned only a polite grin before facing forward. he bore the girl no ill will - she was strikingly beautiful and clearly kind - but his heart has belonged to another for so long that he can't even begin to feign interest in others anymore.
a few long-ish minutes later, a female server approaches the table, and with the amount of patrons currently in the establishment, how flushed her face is, and how she's slightly panting, you can tell they're slammed tonight.
"hello, i'm terribly sorry for the wait! what can i get you guys?"
the group settled on their orders. jaemin opted for pulled pork paired with complimenting whiskey, karina chose a margarita alongside a New York strip steak, you went with grilled chicken and vodka, and finally, jeno ordered the pork chops, along with the only non-alcoholic drink at the table - crisp apple cider.
the server jotted down your orders on her notepad with a certain impressive speed that only years of food service could hone. she assures you all that the kitchen would begin preparing your dishes shortly, then hurried off with a quick smile.
once the drinks arrived, the table erupted into small cheers and murmurs of gratitude. jaemin raised his glass of whiskey and clinked it softly against yours with a warm, charming grin. "to a fun night," he murmured, voice like silk, "and to the company of an absolutely gorgeous woman."
you giggled softly and lifted your glass to clink it against his, taking a delicate sip of the colorless vodka. the liquid leaves a satisfying burn as it slides down your throat. across the table, jeno observes this intimate interaction with a heavy gaze, taking weak, insufficient sips of his cider. karina either is completely incognizant to how jeno's eyes are blatantly glued onto you and jaemin, or she did indeed detect it and chose not to acknowledge it. it seems to be more likely the latter since she then leans in and rests a boldly flirtatious hand on his thigh.
"hey there," she purred, her voice laced with amusement. "you've been awfully quiet since you got here." she laughed softly and scooted her chair closer to his, despite being right beside each other. "i don't think i've heard you say a single word yet."
jeno is snapped out of his very unambiguous studying of you and jaemin, turning to look at karina. her winsome, inviting eyes stare right back at him expectantly, and he feels slightly shamefaced for glaringly neglecting this girl and barely acknowledging her presence, too focused on the conversation you and jaemin are currently engrossed in. he clears his throat and internally pressures himself to at least attempt small-talk with this hopeful woman.
"hey, sorry about that." he replied, trying to shake off the distance and awkwardness. "i didn't mean to seem aloof. but anyways, tell me more about yourself. do you live around here?"
karina seemed much more animated now that jeno was actually participating in the conversation and not dwelling inside his own head. she nods enthusiastically, her fingers tapping a gentle rhythm where they rest on his thigh.
"yeah, i just moved to this area about half a year ago," she said with a warm, sincere smile. "it's been lovely so far!"
jeno gave her a small nod and smiled back politely, the picture of poise. in truth, behaving as though he was absorbed in whatever karina was going on about right beside him felt far more tortuous than he had projected. he tried to contain himself, to restrict his gaze from perpetually finding you and jaemin across the table. he couldn't. his knee was beginning to jitter uncontrollably, sweat was coating his palms in a thin layer of glistening sheen, and his jaw cinched repeatedly. karina's voice dissolved further into the background while the chatter of you and jaemin became deafeningly loud, echoing throughout the recesses of his mind.
luckily, the food arrived just then - a very crucial distraction from jeno's downward spiral. you all thank the server heartily, taking your respective plates while warm steam rises up from the meals in curling plumes. the ambrosial scent of cooked/grilled meat wraps around everyone, and you all fumble to uncover the knives and forks from their neatly folded napkins. jaemin leans over and whispers something to you that jeno - to his disappointment - couldn't decipher from across the table, earning a small chuckle from you. he reaches over to steal a slice of your grilled chicken and you smack his hand away, pushing him gently. he laughs at it; as do you. and all the while, jeno can't seem to look away from your naturally cute and intimate little moment with jaemin.
why was he condemned to sit on the sidelines, forced to spectate you lavish your warmth and attention onto any man but him?
karina observed it all, naturally. i mean, if you weren't so thoroughly preoccupied with jaemin and his flirtatious charm, you would too. anyone with eyes who bothered to pay even an ounce of attention could see how obvious it was that jeno's awareness was fixed on you and the man at your side.
he tore into the tender pork meat harder than necessary, the sharp line of his jaw clenching with each grind of his teeth. this is pure hell for him. he's not sure how much longer he can sit at this table and watch you glow for another man until he ends up clawing his own face off (and jaemin's too.)
then karina claps her hands, successfully drawing attention from the group as she shifts in her chair. "alright, guys, how about a fun icebreaker? never have i ever, two truths and a lie - a game to actually get to know each other?"
you and jaemin are quick to show enthusiasm, but jeno's face remains meticulously deadpan. you finally notice his contrast of reaction from the group and lean forward, addressing him for what is probably the first time since you and jaemin became lost in conversation.
"you're okay with that, right, jen-jen?"
again, that stupid fucking nickname that sends his heart racing faster than it ever should. sometimes he wished that you were simply ordinary. that you'd call him jeno like everyone else does, look ordinary, act ordinary. that you'd just be the most unremarkable and dull woman that he'd have no issue keeping at a platonic distance comfortably. but of course⦠you're the farthest thing from ordinary. you're lively, magnetic, fun, and one of the most captivating people he's ever had the pleasure of being around. and if he wasn't so utterly terrified of losing your company forever by telling you that his feelings for you ran far deeper than friendship, he would. he'd have told you the moment he realized the truth himself, would have shouted it from the rooftops. but alas, fear of causing your absence from his life has kept him silent and in suffering. and here he remained.
"yeah, of course. i'm up for a fun game."
you smiled warmly at his agreement, seemingly oblivious to his internal torment. and as if watching you be all lovey-dovey with jaemin since the second you two got here wasn't agonizing enough, he now had to witness you casually lean into his side as jaemin's hand boldly found its place on your waist. he clenched his jaw until it ached and tore his eyes away before he did something he'll truly regret - like dragging you out of this damn restaurant and into the backseat of his car where he'd fuck your brains out the way he's been desperately yearning to for far longer than is acceptable.
right then karina pipes up, speaking excitedly and grabbing jeno's hand under the table to intertwine it with hers, like they're already an established couple. "then let's play never have i ever and if you've done the thing mentioned, you have to take an extra large drink of whatever alcohol you ordered, okay? you have to be honest!"
she then tilted toward jeno and whispered softly to him, her voice flirtatious and kittenish - which, again, he would've wholly liquefied at if every inch of his very heavy heart wasn't served bare on a platter just for you. "i know you got cider, so we can just share my drink for the game, handsome." she purred.
jeno gave karina a wordless nod and a strained smile. although he had no desire to share a drink with her. no desire or pull to play this ridiculous game. and he certainly had no desire in seeing jaemin's relentless flirtation towards you, or even worse, to endure the sight of you and your girlish coquetry towards him. he wanted none of this. yet still, he had let you drag him here without so much as a single objection because of how you had lit up from within just talking about this. and in the end, he knows deep down that here he'll stay, in silent agony, if it was what you wanted.
because what is lee jeno if not a fool for you?
the questions started innocently enough, none of them really pertaining to any of jeno's past (or distressingly current) experiences. things like "never have i ever slept with someone on the first day of knowing them," which jaemin and you, much to his dismay, drank to. the thought of some undeserving man who most likely fumbled through sex - failing to please you the way he knows he could - earning the privilege of taking you to bed on the first day... it burns a hole bubbling with searing jealousy through his chest.
karina comes up with the next question, sitting up straight in her seat as she clears her throat. "okay, what about.. never have i ever had feelings for a friend."
the table goes silent for a few moments. jaemin laughs insouciantly, putting up both hands in a cheeky gesture of mock surrender. "not me. all my friends stay friends." karina giggles and makes no move to drink either. then, jeno gently takes hold of the shared alcohol between him and karina, and takes a large, intentional gulp, far larger than necessary. your eyes hovered on his action, and after a few seemingly drawn-out seconds, you lift your own drink and take a sip.
jaemin uttered out an absurdly immature "oohhh", prompting you to gently elbow him while scoffing. jeno, however, stayed mostly stone faced. if anyone bothered to spare a glance under the table, the only thing to give him away would be the restless bounce of his leg.
you sighed softly and shrugged, letting your back press against the backrest of the chair as though your words held no weight at all. "i don't know," you muttered. "sure, i've developed feelings for a few guy friends over the years, but it was never anything major." but jeno had caught the way your eyes had stayed on him when he drank after the question. how it felt as though you weren't planning to drink until he had, which is when you lifted your glass in tandem. your nonchalance rang hollow in his ears - he wasn't convinced. or maybe it was another false impression.
jaemin then turned to jeno, probably their very first one-on-one interaction of the night, as he jutted his chin to him, a nonverbal beckon for his attention. "what about you? why'd you drink?"
jeno's eyes found yours for a fleeting moment before compelling his eyes back down to his drink, where he traced the rim of it with his index finger. "the same for me, i guess." he carded his fingers through his hair. "i sometimes become friends with women that i don't really have strictly platonic intentions with, and i just hope that over time, the label of friendship will drive my feelings to just fade. but... they usually don't."
a blanket of silence fell over the table before jaemin snorted softly, reaching across the table to gently shake jeno by the shoulder. "damn, man. that's gotta suck."
jeno pressed his lips into a thin, taut smile. his opinion of jaemin was souring further and further the longer this outing progressed, but he kept this sentiment carefully disguised, not wanting to spoil the mood.
the game carried on for another half hour, the restaurant gradually emptying out until only your table remained. jeno had only drank a few more times throughout the rounds and was just a tad bit tipsy, while you most definitely had fallen victim to the alcohol completely. you were all over jaemin now, pressing soft kisses on the side of his neck and murmuring things into his ear that he kept chuckling at. karina had apparently caught onto the way jeno's eyes were hooked onto any physical touch that was exchanged between you and jaemin, so she leaned in and whispered.
"you like her, don't you?"
jeno's head snapped to karina beside him, his stance frozen like a deer in headlights. he blinked at her, once, twice. she only laughed at him, gently patting him on the arm. "if you're gonna ask me how i know, save it. anyone with a working pair of eyes could figure it out. the real question is how she hasn't noticed yet."
jeno looked over at you - how your head was resting on jaemin's shoulder, how he was leaning in to brush his nose against yours. it made his fingers curl, nails digging into his thighs. "yeah. i do." he breathed. "and i'm sick of watching from the fucking sidelines."
karina pulled out her phone, noting the time: 10:05 pm. the restaurant was surely set to close soon. she drew near jeno again, voice low and slightly expectant as she spoke, "then tell that to her, not me. tonight. because if you don't... you'd better believe she'll be waking up in jaemin's bed come morning."
jeno visibly flinches at the thought, and his gaze lifts to find karina's. the flirtatious smiles that she had been offering him throughout the evening had faded completely, replaced by a warmer, more encouraging grin. and for the first time all night, jeno reciprocated her beaming expression. he reached over and gave her hand a gentle, friendly squeeze. "thank you, rina," he murmurs softly.
she waved her hand dismissively, her smile shifting to something more mischievous but still warm. "oh, don't thank me. the last thing i want is to try and pursue a guy whose heart is already taken." then she stands up, her voice louder now to get yours and jaemin's attention.
"alright, guys! it's getting late, let's wrap up here."
you let out a drunken groan of disappointment and latched onto jaemin's arm, shaking your head like a petulant child. he chuckled and began to rise, trying to coax you out of your seat as well. after a few moments of half-hearted resistance, you finally gave in, swaying from side to side as you stood shakily.
"come on, darling. let's get you into the car," jaemin hummed, one strong arm wrapped securely around your waist while he carried your purse in his other hand. jeno glanced at the other man's affectionate touch on you from the corner of his eye, jaw tightening as he willed his feet forward, to the restaurant exit. he reached the door before the rest of you, holding it open.
karina stepped outside first and waited for the group, tapping her foot lightly against the pavement. the moment jaemin escorted you through the doorway, jeno moved. he couldn't refrain himself - he wanted nothing more than to be the one with his arm curved around your waist, holding you steady, feeling your delicate head be supported by his broad shoulder, all of it. he deserved that. more than jaemin, more than anyone.
jeno's large hand gently (yet firmly) slid around your upper arm and carefully extracted you from jaemin, pressing you into his side instead. his gaze shifted to jaemin's face, bewilderment evident on his features. the look swirling in jeno's eyes wasn't outright anger, but it was by no means friendly, either.
"i'll take care of her," he stated unwaveringly. with that, he guided you out of the doorway and into the cool night air, the faint chill skimming across your skin. jaemin blinked in clear confusion before trailing after you three. karina and jaemin made their way to their parked car that they arrived in as jeno helped you over to say your goodbyes.
"i'll text you soon, sweetheart," jaemin said, reaching out to touch your shoulder. a tipsy smile rounded your lips, but jeno deftly tilted you backward before jaemin's hand could even graze you. to any casual observer, it might've seemed like he was simply stabilizing you, but that was far from the truth. in reality, after nearly three excruciatingly long hours of watching you entwined with another man, he can no longer endure even the faintest whisper of jaemin's hands upon you.
after exchanging brief farewells with jaemin and karina (who had an almost imperceptible but clearly present smirk on her face), jeno paused. before he fully walked away and towards his car, he leaned in close to jaemin, just out of your earshot, and muttered, the muscles of his jaw tensing noticeably. "this was a one-time thing. trust me, she's not that interested in you. so move on." jaemin's eyes widened, but his discombobulated brain couldn't even form a proper response before jeno was already turning away, striding across the parking lot with you in his grasp. was any of that true? no. were you actually interested in jaemin? from what he witnessed while on the date, yes. but jeno didn't care. he refused to let this thing between you and jaemin blossom, which would undoubtedly oblige him to endure more instances of flirtatious tomfoolery between you two.
he then opens the passenger door and helps you inside, reaching over you to buckle you in, his large, warm fingers brushing your waist. the accidental contact sends a tingle up his spine, making him swallow deeply in order to collect himself and his unexpectedly improper thoughts. he closes the door and rounds the front of the car to the driver's side, slipping inside and clicking his buckle in as well.
jeno pulls out of the parking lot, observing with mild disgust and annoyance as you roll down your window to wave goodbye to jaemin and karina as the car passes them, and before you can blow a kiss to jaemin, jeno extends one hand from the steering wheel towards the window control panel on his left, swiftly pulling up on the switch for the passenger window, rolling it up.
you turn to frown at jeno, eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout. it would've been a cute sight if he wasn't already brimming with cutting envy and aggravation. "what's your deal tonight? if you told me you were gonna be in such a pissy mood all evening, then i would have just gone on the date alone, with only me and jaemin," you uttered. the words only further fueled the flame that was scorching him from the inside, and he blabbered out something bitter in reply.
"yeah, of course, and then there would be no one there to stop you from making the moronic decision of jumping his bones on the first night, right?"
your face wrinkled with ire, and you sat up straight despite the alcohol, clearly wired up now from his jab at you and your practices with men you talk to. your voice increased in volume as the hostility between you two blanketed the car in suffocating intensity. "oh, really?" you exclaimed. "and who the hell are you to fucking sit here and dictate who i can and can't sleep with?" he went rigid. he didn't have a clear answer to that without revealing the depth of his feelings for you.
he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and extinguished the blistering fire that had begun to engulf his insides, softening his tone. "i'm just looking out for you. i don't want idiots who don't even understand your worth to constantly have access to you... or your body," he breathed. as the words left his lips, he knew they skirted perilously close to the truth.
but clearly, his tone quieting didn't fully appease you the way he'd hoped. the alcohol in your system has made you especially susceptible to your emotions, and they were rapidly taking over for the still remaining twenty minutes of the drive back. the volume of your voice only increased and you spat back, "looking out for me? don't sit here and fucking bullshit me, jeno - you've never said shit about who i have sex with before. so why the hell are you suddenly in my business?" jeno gritted his teeth together at the honesty of your words. it was true, of course. he had rarely let himself bring this topic up and how much it frustrated him, but his composure was evaporating now. the weight of it was pressing down on his chest, trying to smother him in his own love for you.
meanwhile, you weren't entirely unaffected, either. for quite some time now, something had always been twisting your chest whenever jeno was near. a strange, incessant ache that shrunk you like a wrung-out cloth. it happened whenever you felt his hands unintentionally brush your skin, whenever you felt his eyes on you when you weren't looking, only for him to turn away the moment you glanced back his way. it frustrated you to no end, this inability to decipher him. how one second he seemed completely fine with your quest for finding the right guy, encouraging even, while the next he was disapproving of it all, snapping at you and calling your choices idiotic. the inconsistency made your head spin.
his temper was rising again as well, knuckles whitening as his fingers clutched the steering wheel like he was fighting not to rip it off. "because i can't fucking stand it," he growled. "i can't sit there and watch you throw yourself at him all night, let him touch you, kiss your neck like he has any right to. it makes me sick to my stomach, i mean, god damn it, sunshine, he doesn't even know you! you don't know him, and he deserves none of the privileges that you're simply handing to him, god, i just-" he cuts himself off with a sharp intake of breath, pressing his lips together.
the car was plunged into a weighty silence for several long seconds. your head snapped to look at him, chest rising and falling rapidly. your eyes burned into his side profile - that sharp jawline that you had privately dreamt of kissing. lower still, they drifted to that prominent bob of his adam's apple, that you had regularly imagined of dragging your nose along just to drown yourself in that masculine, musky scent of his. the bitterness in your tone was now laced with something much more deeply rooted in your friendship with jeno: hurt, confusion... yearning. "then why don't you ever say anything? why do you always do this, act all supportive of me getting to know other men and then randomly lose your shit on a random tuesday?"
jeno didn't answer. he didn't know how to without ripping open a door he wasn't ready to walk through. he didn't want to lose you. the fear of shattering the fragile balance of your friendship, trust, company... it's all that kept circulating in his mind. so, he remained silent throughout the rest of the drive to your apartment. however, you continued to fire off pointed arguments every few minutes, your annoyance and exasperation only fueled further by his stubborn silence. finally, he pulled into the parking spot right outside your building, and the second the car was parked, you unbuckled yourself and stormed out, with jeno trailing right behind. you flew up the lobby stairs and to your door, keys already in hand as you continued to complain. it was clear you were planning to resume this feud inside.
you shove the keys inside the keyhole and twist sharply, pushing the door open as your voice continues to cut through the air, jeno's large frame looming close behind you. "i mean, you have to fucking cooperate, jeno!" you snapped, irritation pouring out of you in large heaps. "i'm trying my best to understand what the hell is going on inside your head, and you justā"
he doesn't let you finish your sentence. the second the door shuts, he locks it and grabs you by the shoulders, walking you backwards until your back is flattened against the wall, leaving you trapped between the white surface behind you and his tall, muscular body in front of you. his pitch is much lower than it was in the car, rougher in a different way. not anger... but want. it made your stomach flip with something like excitement and pure desire. he's never once spoken to you like this. not the supportive, caring, loyal jeno you've grown to know. this version of him was entirely new, and you were shameless enough to like it.
"you wanna know what the fuck is going on in my head? huh?" his eyes bored into you with something you could only describe as raw hunger. "you really want me to say it? fine." his grip on your shoulders tightened, bordering on a sting. "i'm jealous, alright? I'm so fucking jealous of every single goddamn guy that you've gone on dates with, slept with, and spent any of your precious time with. why? because i want it. i want you. all for myself, every fucking piece."
you stood there and blinked at him with wide eyes, heart pounding so hard that it feels as though it's going to leap out of your chest and land right in his palms. his gaze softens somewhat when he sees your dumbfounded expression, and he drops his forehead to yours, breathing in your scent properly for what's probably the first time ever. he murmured, "i'm sorry for not telling you until now, i know, it's a stupid, stupid thing for me to hide it from you. i just... god, i just didn't want to lose you, and now i don't know if i already haveā"
now it was your turn to cut him off. rising onto your toes to reach his mouth, your lips silencing his with a passionate kiss. it froze him for a good few seconds. then the dam shattered, and his larger, calloused hands abandoned your shoulders and tumbled into your hair, moving his lips against yours like he's been craving for the taste of you since the moment he first laid eyes upon you. the dominance of him is almost overwhelming as he caught your lower lip between his teeth, demanding entry. the instant your lips parted, his tongue swept inside and began tangling with yours.
you moaned into his mouth, fingers curling into his shirt as he pressed you harder against the wall, his strong body molding perfectly against yours. you can't remember the last time you felt this intoxicated by a man's touch. one of his hands left the strands of your hair to grip your thigh, hoisting it high around his waist as he ground himself against you, causing another soft whimper to roll off your tongue, which he was currently devouring. you could feel the growing tent in his jeans, which was only making your head swim with more indecent thoughts.
he broke the kiss briefly, only to trail his hot, open mouth along the line of your jaw and neck, making your head fall back against the wall and your lips part in a noiseless gasp. "fuck..." he pressed his nose to your neck, inhaling that heady, exquisite fragrance that always clung to you like it was your natural essence. he rasped against your skin, muttering, "you have no idea... just how many times i've dreamt of this. of you." he sounded desperate. like he doesn't know how to contain his passion for you now that he finally had you at his mercy. his hips twitched against yours, silently imploring for any kind of friction as his hand slipped under your dress, fingers poking into the silky smooth skin of your inner thighs.
"please," he whispers huskily between kisses placed to the delicate skin of your throat. "let me have you. i'll make you feel so good, i'll show you just how much i've longed for youājust, please. my gorgeous, gorgeous girl..." his hips still subtly rolled against yours, as if he was hardly holding himself back.
and how could you say no to him when he's pleading so pretty?
your fingers gently twisted the satiny strands of his hair that were fragrant with something fresh and citrusy like mint lemonade. you buried your nose into his hair, immersing yourself into his scent as you hummed against his locks, "then have me, jen. because god knows i've wanted you, too."
he lifts his head for his eyes to meet yours, irises sparkling with something like pleasant surprise and trust. he chuckles, shaking his head as if this situation is one of the most ridiculous circumstances he's ever caught himself tangled up in. "jesus, we are both so fucking stupid and blind."
and then his mouth slammed onto yours again, like any ounce of human etiquette had leaped out the window, leaving an unbridled, primal sense of want that was overriding any other emotion in his body. he lifted you off your feet, both large hands on the underside of your thighs as he carried you to your bedroom. he laid you down on your bed. the same bed that he had sat on many instances prior to this moment, while you ranted to him about another disappointing interaction with a man. all while he was battling not to strip you bare and show you how satisfactory he could really be for you.
his lips attached onto your pulse point and sucked, tongue flicking and teeth nipping gently. it made your back arch just slightly off the bed as you felt your panties clinging to your heat, which was becoming dewy with your juices. and as if he just had some kind of hunch on how damp you were growing because of him, he chuckled almost mockingly, warm palms sliding up your thighs and pushing up your dress.
"are you getting wet already, pretty? is that all it took for you? hmm?" he spread your legs to make room for himself, before his vision fell to the expanding wet spot on the center of your pink, cotton lace trim panties. his breath caught at the sight as he let out a shaky exhale. you felt so exposed - your face was reddening with warmth and your eyes had already gone cloudy despite him barely doing anything to you yet.
he gently reaches one finger between your legs and gently moves aside the strip covering your wetness, revealing your dripping, aching folds to his eyes. he lets out a broken, needy sound at the display - a mix between a low groan and a whimper. he curls that finger and slowly drags the undergarments all the way down your legs, tossing it somewhere, forgotten on your bedroom floor.
he brings his face closer to your heat, breath fanning on your oversensitive flesh as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh with as much patience as he could muster in this moment.
"my god, baby... you can't even fucking fathom how beautiful you are right now.."
you could barely process the flush his words were producing on the apples of your cheeks before you felt his lips press against you, making you choke out a soft gasp. he snickers at how effortlessly he pulls those lovely noises from you. he prefers to believe that none of those other assholes you were involved with got to you as much as he does. i mean, the proof is right here, isn't it?
he begins to place heated, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy, each one provoking a small shiver to ripple through you. then his tongue sweeps through your slit, all the way from bottom to top. it tugged a soft, needy whine from the back of your throat. your fingers hurried to grasp at his locks in between your legs, hips rolling forward and subconsciously seeking more of his mouth.
"there you go, sweetheart," he murmured against you, the sound delivering vibrations through your cunt, only adding to the ecstasy. "doing so good f'me.."
each filthy praise and desperate murmur that dripped from his lips like melted, drizzling honey only made you clench tighter around his tongue. he smirked against your soaked warmth, eyes flicking up to yours, which were half-lidded and pleasure-drunk. he knew what he was doing to you, and he fully intended on making you crumble for him like no other man had. and no other man ever will.
the tip of his tongue began circling and flitting against your extremely sensitive bud, forcing your sounds to evolve from simple whines and whimpers to uncontrolled moans and gasps, back arching off your sheets. and then you felt your eyes roll back and an unbridled wail push past your lips when he applied suction to your clit, your fingers tugging at his hair.
"jeno, fuckā! oh my god..."
he only doubled his efforts at your cry, determined to unravel you completely. one of his thick fingers teased your entrance before fully sinking it inside you, wet tongue still lapping and sucking at your puffy clit. the double sensation made a wave of blissful pleasure wash over you, making multiple whimpers of his name escape you.
and then he sped up. it felt less like he was doing it solely for your pleasure, and more like he himself was taking great delight in having your salty-sweet juices on his tongue.
another finger joined the one that was already curling inside you, scissoring to stretch you further. the tip of his tongue flicked faster against your swollen bud, your back arching and legs twitching. your hips began to buck and attempt to flee from his ministrations between your legs. so, his free hand reached up and placed one large palm in the center of your stomach, pressing down gently to stop you from slipping away. the pressure only made the tightening knot in your abdomen feel as though it was going to burst.
"don't move. i'm not done."
your sounds slowly became more high-pitched and frequent as you started to near your climax, fingers knotting into his hair and pulling as though he's currently your only anchor to this earth. he growl-hissed against your flesh at the sharp yank stinging his scalp, the feeling only spurring him on.
"j-jeno, oh my god... i'm gonnaā!" you gasp.
jeno smirked darkly against your clit, still lapping at your clit like a pussy drunk man, a third finger teasing your dripping hole. he mutters the words hotly into your skin, which sends another shock of pleasure through your body. "think you can fit a third finger before you cum, baby? or is your pussy too tight for that?"
you were so close to your orgasm that you could practically taste it, and all that was spilling from you now were barely coherent babbles, broken whimpers, and frantic nods. he exhaled a laugh at your helplessness, the air blowing over your clit and only making your legs twitch once more. and then, one last flip of his tongue and a striking curl of his fingers sent you toppling over the edge. an intensely euphoric surge crashed into you as your orgasm hit: legs twitching, jaw going slack, digits plunging into his locks, all of it. jeno helped you ride through your climax, his movements slowing down so as to not overstimulate or pain you in any way.
after you come down from your high with your chest heaving and eyes fluttered shut, jeno finally withdraws from between your legs. his fingers slowly eased out from inside you as well, one final flutter of your walls punctuating his exit. when your heavy-lidded eyes do open, the sight that greets you is arguably filthier than the entirety of what he just did to you. holding your stare, he stuck his fingers, slick with your essence, into his mouth as he sucked them thoroughly. as if he couldn't bear to waste even a single drop of you.
you couldn't help but ask breathlessly, "been wanting to do that for a while, huh?"
his signature eye smile flashed across his features, the very one that makes him resemble an adorable Samoyed in human form. but right now, on him... it looked like pure, unadulterated sin. the condition he's in - hair mussed from your fingers, chin and mouth area still glistening with your juices, and his eyes, that remained utterly ravenous as they bored into yours. the sight alone made that familiar dampness in your core return, oozing out of your entrance in small driblets.
and then came his voice, raspy and slightly hoarse, and it sent a new jolt of fresh want gushing through your thumping veins.
"for a really long time, sweetheart. and it was better than any fantasy of mine."
he hooked his arms beneath your thighs and pulled you close, until you were pressed snugly against him. he leaned down, face hovering just above yours as his voice came out in a wanting, husky murmur, "and now all this... it's got me so hard, it hurts," he hoarsely declared. "fuck, baby, it really hurts. you'll help me, won't you? please.."
it was his indirect, almost bashful way of seeking permission to take things further than his mouth's devotion to you alone. he was undoubtedly pining for more, his body trembling almost imperceptibly above yours in sheer necessity. yet the way his eyes search yours makes it crystal-clear that he'd instantly stop if it was too much for you. even amidst his ardent lust, jeno's care and affection for you outweighed it all.
however, you found it absolutely ludicrous that he had even a shroud of doubt of your want, primarily because the amounts in which your arousal was dripping out of you and beginning to pool onto your sheets in a mortifyingly obvious stain should've been enough. but of course, jeno needed explicit consent. what a gentleman.
so you nodded, eyes still glassy with unsatisfied desire. you wanted to go further, perhaps even more than he did. you breathed, "yes.. yes, i want to. please?"
and holy shit, that was all he needed to hear. jeno's lips descend upon yours with zealousness, one hand cradling the back of your neck to draw you nearer while the other deftly pops open the buttons of his jeans and tugs the zipper downward. he shoves both the denim and his boxers down his hips impetuously. his throbbing length bounds free from the confines of fabric, slapping his abdomen as he yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it somewhere onto the floor.
his eyes never leave yours as he strokes himself once, then twice, lining himself up to your opening before slowly pushing the mushroomy head inside. your walls immediately clench around him at the intrusion, eliciting a choked-off, squeaky gasp from you. he groans raggedly, one hand on your thigh to spread you wider for him as the other rests adjacent to your head on the sheets to keep him upright. in one more brisk movement, he's fully sheathed inside of you, his hold on your thigh tightening as he lets both of you adjust to the sensation.
"fuck, you're tight, babyāoh my god. gonna make me cum..." he mewled into your ear.
jeno babbled filthy praises and whimpers of pleasure continuously, beginning to rock into you slowly. his thrusts gradually began to accelerate, alongside his rants, which were becoming more frequent and lewd. however, you couldn't find any awareness in you (besides the extreme feelings of pleasure) to reply, so you laid there, twitching and trembling while your whines and moans resounded in the air. every drag of his cock inside your narrow, gummy walls sent shocks of ecstasy up your spine, creating a beautiful arch of your back.
he was so graciously endowed in the dick department that you could feel the tip of his cock brush against your cervix every other thrust, despite the fact that he wasn't going as deep as he could.
his hand slid up your spine to tangle in your strands, tugging on them gently to tilt your head back, baring the skin of your neck to him. he left a few hickeys in his wake as he spoke, "this pussy was made for me, baby, i swear... i can feel it in how well you fucking take me. no other man fit this well inside you, and i know it. say you know it, too."
you gabbled out an embarrassingly unintelligible response, too lost in ecstasy to even form any coherent words. he chuckled at this, his plunges into you becoming deeper, hitting your cervix more distinctly now.
"can't talk? feels too good?" the jerk had the audacity to fuck you stupid like this and then mock you for sounding like you've never spoken in your life. and of course, his thrusts only deepened as his hand reached down to toy with your clit.
"well, you're gonna have to speak if you want to come. so sayāfuckāthat you're mine. that this perfect pussy... every inch of it and of you, is mine and will never be anyone else's. and god, i'll give you anything and everything you want, i swear.."
you cried, "yours, jeno, f-fuck! all yours, please, yours.. w-wanna come, please, please..."
he pounds more relentlessly into you, losing himself to the tight wetness around him as his mouth devours yours. his thumb on your clit presses faster circles, propelling you to your peak. it was clear that you were both on the verge of orgasm, apparent with all the noises of bliss filling the room.
"j-jeno, i'm coming! i'mā"
in no longer than a few more seconds, a second orgasm crashes into you, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling your chest to his as you moan and wail into his ear. jeno's hips slam into yours a few more times before he buries himself right to the hilt, crushing you against him as he groans deeply, letting his white, hot release pipe into you.
and then he melts completely. any trace of the slightly mocking, dominant, and harsh demeanor he used with you during sex dissipates immediately. you feel his warm lips brush against your cheeks, neck, forehead (where he lingers for a moment.) your eyes are fluttered shut, limbs boneless and bordering on numb from the intense experience.
"you did really well for me, gorgeous. so, so good... all for me."
a few minutes pass like that, - arms and legs entangled with one another, lazy kisses and sweet words of affirmation. finally, he sits up slightly, tucking a couple sweaty strands of your hair sticking to your forehead back into place before softly murmuring, "did you mean what you said? that you'll be mine?"
your eyes flitted open, irises still hazy from the aftermath and swirling with something riskily close to love as you stare at him and nod.
"of course i meant that. i've liked you for a while now, i just never said anything because... well, i didn't know the extent of how you felt. i thought you viewed me as a friend, and i didn't wanna ruin that with you."
jeno lets out a self-deprecating laugh, shaking his head as he mutters, "and to think that this entire time i hid it from you because i thought the same exact thing. just a pair of dumbasses, both of us."
you both burst out into laughter, hugging each other tighter as he plants a few more kisses on the blue-purplish marks he left on your skin, mapping them like twinkling stars in the sky. he pecks his way up to your ear, which is when he whispers to you:
"i'll take you on a proper date soon. and then we can do this again for the rest of our lives."
you giggle softly, running a hand through his hair.
"possessive, are we?"
he doesn't look amused.
"okay, okay, god! fine, we'll date. loser."
he laughs and scoops you up from the bed, still planting kisses all over your face as he carries you to the shower, kicking the door open.
Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader
Genre: romance, fluff, a tiny bit of angst
Warnings: strong language, gets a little suggestive but no smut, lots of pillowtalk
Word Count: 4.2k words of fluff
Summary: Jaehyunās pretty sure youāre flaking on him once again. He knew it was too good to be true because he couldnāt cage a free bird for too long now, could he?
A/N: As requested, here is an extra from Under Your SkinĀ for my 1k notes event! This takes place after the original story and can be read as a standalone fic as well if you please; although there are some tiny references to the original fic.Ā Ā
Once again, thank you so much to all of you for reading and supporting Under Your Skin and all my other works as much as you all have. It means more to me than you will ever know š„ŗšĀ
Jaehyun really shouldāve known better, but by the time heās reached his apartment, he canāt help the anger he feels. Why was he such a fool? Why did he keep making the same mistakes over and over?
Because Jaehyun is pretty damn sure youāre flaking on him once again. He knows the feeling because heās been here before. Heād been calling you all day. He had left you so many messages. And all he had received in return was radio silence. Jaehyun had been walking around trying to look for you to no avail and now itās near midnight and heās coming home frustrated and angry. More than anything, heās mad at himself. He keeps making the same mistake because heās a fucking idiot who lets himself believe that people can change. That you would change. But he had been trying to cage a free bird. What had he expected?
He takes off his shoes and now he knows he is in a bad mood. The kind of mood that would make him snap at the first person he sees. So he decides it is best for him to go straight to bed. He didnāt want anyone to tell him āI told you so.ā Because he knows it full well himself. It would be best if he just sleeps and maybe heād be able to manage his mood a bit better come daylight.Ā
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Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader
Genre: smut, pwp, romance, angst, a little bit of fluff
Warnings: 18+, fuck buddy Jaehyun, unprotected sex, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, thigh riding (brief), seduction, semi-public sex/sex in risky places, reader is a slight exhibitionist (likes the risk of getting caught, not actually getting caught).
Word Count: 11.3k of smut and angstĀ
Summary: Isnāt it really complicated when one fuck buddy starts catching feels and wanting more? But is it you or Jaehyun?
A/N: Jaehyun stans, I heard you and I had to feed you šā
Somehow, the two of you would always find yourself in a situation like this.
Jaehyun doesnāt know what it is. But itās like heās always hungry for you, although hunger doesnāt seem like a plentiful enough word for what you guys do. Like your presence isnāt just that⦠a presence but a pull. Like your mere scent is the Pied Piperās tune that hypnotizes him and before he knows it, he is all over you. He thinks you feel the same. Why else would you be pressed up into him, panting a hypnotic rhythm in his ear while his hand strums into your warm desire?
āFuck, I want you bad.ā He whispers at you as if his hands werenāt conveying the message convincingly enough. So he puts them to more work, feeling your breasts over your button down shirt, pulling you closer into him till there is no gap left between your back and his chest.Ā
āJaehyun, we shouldnāt.ā you say weakly, but itās not a protest as much as it is an erotic declaration. Of course you shouldnāt. Jaehyun knows it is foolish to be doing this here, in an editing room in the middle of a work shift. Of all the places you had sneaked around in before, this is perhaps the most high-risk.
johnny suh x reader // 1.5k words // soulmate!au // strangers to lovers!au
summary; in whichĀ soulmates can hear snippets of each otherās thoughts and what the fuck is going on his head
warnings; swearing
āI wonder how many teeth I have.ā
You groaned, rolling over in bed to check the clock on your nightstand. 5:32am. The voice that seemed to echo in your room didnāt surprise you; youād gotten used to hearing your soulmateās voice as if he was speaking out loud, but what really had you shocked was the fact that your soulmate was awake this early.
And counting teeth?
ā29? What? Surely, it has to be an even number, right? Let me ask Doyoung.ā
You leant back into your pillow, staring at the ceiling to try and clear your mind of all your thoughts, so that youād be able to hear your soulmateās more clearly. It was something you did rarely, not wanting to invade into someone elseās mind too often, even if they were your soulmate.
The soulmate bond that you had was rare; most people had more vague soulmate clues, or random ones that made it very difficult to find their soulmate. You and your soulmate, however, had been given a very specific bond, yet neither of you had really learnt to master it. Despite how much you practiced as kids and teens, you were unable to directly control what the other heard nor what you could hear yourself.