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cosmic knight

🌙 starring. Johnny Suh x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Johnny also releases a groan, opting to break the kiss in favour of looking up at you. His pupils are blown with lust, and the cosmic magic floating like lights above you casts colours against your Captain’s skin. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and it makes your insides twist into knots. “Tell me what you want, Sir,” you urge, hating this stop-and-go style of foreplay that you’ve been engaging in. It’s as if he gives in, only to recollect himself and pull back, and it’s making you frustrated in a way you’ve never experienced.

tw/cw. Alcohol consumption, discussions about war/trauma, Unprotected sex, inexperienced!reader, power/age imbalance, forplay, multiple reader orgasms, fingering, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deep throat, multiple sex positions, overstimulation, pussy eating with a school girl skirt on, dirty talk, praise, sexual power dynamic, soft/pleasure dom!Johnny, big dick!Johnny, dry humping, thigh grinding, body/breast worship, face grinding, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) little bird. (his) Captain, Sir.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 11.2k

🍭 aus. Fantasy au, knight au, magic user au, age gap, dark!Johnny, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Not gonna lie, I’ve been obsessed with fantasy anime lately, and this one is heavily inspired by Black Clover, but it’s not that far off from Dungeons and Dragons, and all sorts of fantasy, but with my own little twists :) There’s definitely a possibility of spin-offs from this, and Svt has their own mentioned squad, so if people like this one and want to see something in the same realm for Svt, I’m super up for that too.

Prologue:

If a mage with the power of foresight had told Johnny that his entire squad would be wiped out during a war against a rival kingdom, he would have laughed. If that mage had then gone on to say that the magic King would also be killed, and that Johnny would be named his successor, he would have called that treason.

And yet, both of those things happened, and that’s how, at the age of 25, Johnny became the default Captain of his own royal knight mage squad. It’s also how he became the first magic user in history to turn down the role of King.

There was no way he could do it. Not after witnessing his entire squad - his entire family - be wiped out by one devastating power surge from an enemy dark magic user general. There was nothing Johnny’s cosmic magic power could do to stop it, but in the aftermath, Johnny did unlock an extremely powerful move of his own: Black Hole.

In a fit of rage and despair, Johnny unleashed this new move, wiping the entire enemy force off the face of the Earth in one fell swoop, gaining notoriety in his own kingdom. But notoriety doesn’t fill the halls of his royal guard castle with laughter, and all his power couldn’t bring back what he had lost.

He was a vice-captain during the war, a man known for his smile, his dedication to training recruits, and for taking every new member of his squad under his wing.

Now, as he sits looking down at this year's saturated recruit trial, Johnny can’t so much as quirk the edges of his lips in an attempt to feign joy. No, his expression is as set as stone and as cold as ice.

“Come on, Johnny,” Jaehyun, the new magic King, sighs. “I can’t choose your new squad for you.”

The once boisterous and talkative man remains silent, and his long-time friend lets out another breath. If it were up to Jaehyun, he would release Johnny from his bonds to the knighthood, but he’s too important an asset to give up, and in too fragile a state to be left to his own destructive devices.

The new magic King leans closer to his friend. “As you know, I have already transferred a few senior members of other squads to your own. You have your new vice captain, Yuta, who wields flame magic. Doyoung covers ice. Taeyong has teleportation magic. All squads need seven members under their captain to be recognised, so you need four new members today.”

Johnny releases a breath, but again, remains silent.

“I have talked with one of my advisors, and he has singled out four recruits that I want you to keep an eye on today,” Jaehyun continues. “Lee Haechan has lightning magic, and he needs a steady hand to help him control himself. Kim Jungwoo is a returning recruit who was not selected last year. You might remember him and his flower magic. Since we last saw him, I’m told he’s worked on offensive applications of his power and has come a long way. Then there’s Mark Lee, he has a sound mana, which might not sound impressive, but his primary attack, sonic boom, can be as destructive as any elemental power-”

Johnny groans, and Jaehyun falters on his words. It’s clear Johnny doesn’t want to be here, and Jaehyun reminds himself that this is one of the only events in the near future that Johnny will have to attend. After this, he can go back to his castle and mourn the loss of his previous squad. But for now, there’s a job to do, and Jaehyun will be damned if his first recruitment trial as King is blemished by a notoriously powerful magic knight losing his squad status by not recruiting.

“Finally, y/n l/n. She’s a light magic mage with an extreme affinity for healing.”

“Recruit them all,” Johnny says. “I don’t care.”

This is an uphill battle, and Jaehyun wonders how long Johnny will stay in this desolate mood. There isn’t a timeline for healing, especially not after losing an entire squad and being the sole survivor.

All Jaehyun can do is support Johnny, as a King, and as a friend.

One:

“That’s enough for now,” Yuta’s voice cuts through the courtyard. “Take five.”

“Finally,” Hyuck groans, collapsing onto the ground, his fingers still twitching with electric power.

You, Mark and Jungwoo follow Hyuck’s example, sitting on the grass and trying to catch your breath.

“We’ve been here for five years,” Hyuck groans. “You’d think Yuta would stop working us like dogs. We’re not recruits anymore.”

“We’re the youngest ones here,” you point out.

“Because Captain Johnny is never around and hasn’t bothered to recruit anyone younger than us,” Hyuck fires back. “I understood treating me like this when I was fifteen, but I’m twenty now. It would be nice for Yuta to show a little respect.”

“Right, because we’ve all proven ourselves with the minor jobs we’re assigned once in a blue moon,” you giggle sarcastically.

“It’s not our fault that other squads get the good learning experience!”

“We all knew what we were signing up for when Captain Johnny recruited us,” Jungwoo reminds you as he runs a hand through his soft blond hair.

“I figured we’d be training under the baddest Captain ever, someone with cosmic magic, not under ‘Flame Prince Yuta,’” Hyuck rolls his eyes.

“Captain Johnny does have a reputation,” Mark notes. “Do you guys believe the rumours that his Black Hole power was a one-time event?”

“No, if a mage learns a spell, they can use it whenever they want if they have the right level of magic,” Hyuck insists. “Was kind of hoping to see that spell in person.”

“I heard it was pretty devastating,” Jungwoo frowns.

“Well, it killed over a thousand people in one second,” Hyuck chuckles. “Pretty overpowered if you ask me.”

“Hey, isn’t it supposed to be Captain John’s birthday soon?” you ask, trying to redirect the conversation away from the war, which always leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

“Dirty thirty, right?” Hyuck grins. “He’s so old.”

“That’s not even that old,” you scoff, immediately starting to daydream about your stoic, solitary Captain.

Out of everyone in the squad, you have the best sense for magic and energy, and from the day Johnny chose you as part of his team, you could see the dark swirls of torment that follow him everywhere.

You’ve always been the person who wants to help others, even as a child, and that need to be useful manifested into healing magic. But no matter how powerful you become, you can’t heal aura or emotional pain, and in that way, you know you can’t heal your powerful recluse of a Captain.

Two:

Doyoung and Yuta were quite specific in their insistence that you and the others don’t mention it’s Captain John’s birthday, but try as you might, you can’t ignore it.

You’re sure there must be sadness on this day, knowing he’s now thirty, while all of his former squad mates stopped ageing with their deaths during the war. You’d found a book about the squad in the height of their grandeur, how John had been vice-captain and leader of over twenty men. His Captain at the time had been a man named Jinyoung, a twenty-nine-year-old with the power of wind magic.

Maybe that’s it.

John is now older than his former Captain had been when he died.

You push through the sad feeling, holding the bottle of Fire Dragon Whiskey tight in your small hands.

Captain John hardly leaves his room, but when he does, it’s usually to retrieve a bottle of this from the kitchen, a brand that Yuta specially requests for him from the servants. You’d done a little snooping last time you’d been in town and found out that this specific brand is prized for its limitations.

The brewery that makes Fire Dragon Whiskey makes only ten boxes every month, which they distribute on the first. It’s only the ninth today, but the one bottle Yuta always graces John with has long since been drunk.

You’d saved up some of your wages to acquire this bottle, and it’s been hiding in your room for over a week, now ready to be presented to your Captain.

Standing outside the door that leads to his room, you suddenly feel very small, and you draw in a shaky breath. This wing of the castle is pretty much off limits, and you know in your mind you shouldn’t be here, but in your heart, you also know that this is the right thing.

You knock gently three times, setting the bottle on the floor before turning to go, and you’re not five steps back down the hallway when you hear a soft clearing of a man’s throat.

“What’s this?” John asks.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Captain, but I wanted to give you a birthday present,” you tell him, turning to face the regal man while your skin heats with embarrassment.

“I see.” Johnny bends down and picks up the bottle, inspecting it as he rises again. He’s in black leather pants, and a dark robe half obscures the fact that he’s shirtless. You swallow the lump in your throat as you try to tear your eyes away from his lean muscles and the scars that mar his pretty skin.

“I should be going now,” you stammer.

“You should stay,” Johnny says immediately, propping his door open wider. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you. Besides, it’s bad luck to drink alone on your birthday, or so they say.”

“I wouldn’t know the first thing about drinking rules, Sir,” you tell him shyly, following the tall Captain back into his room. “I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Oh, right,” Johnny frowns, closing the door behind you.

It’s suddenly extremely apparent that there is an age gap between the two of you. Not that it’s illegal for a woman of your age to drink, after all, Hyuck is known for his taste in Vodka, but you come from one of the top houses of the realm, and you were raised not to engage in the more… common proclivities that lead to addiction and loss of class.

You push the thoughts of age gaps to the side, taking in his room. It’s a massive space, but what draws your eyes immediately is the vaulted ceiling, and floating in that ceiling is what appears to be a solar system.

You’ve seen drawings of this in textbooks, but never a 3D image like this, never so detailed…

This must be his cosmic power, and its beauty takes your breath away.

Johnny follows your gaze. “Oh, that,” he sighs, taking a seat on one of the leather couches that make up a small seating area in front of the large windows that overlook the dark courtyard below. “I’ve had a surplus of mana ever since the war. Creating this image, this solar system, it helps me release some of that power, keeps me calm, level-headed.”

You’re not sure how level-headed or calm Johnny is, as you’ve hardly spent any time around him, but his reputation would beg to differ with the words coming out of his mouth.

“Anyways, you’re y/n, right?” Johnny asks.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t call me sir.”

“Okay, Captain.” You swallow thickly.

Johnny stares at you for a moment, then he laughs, shaking his head as he opens the bottle of Fire Dragon Whiskey. “If you insist on calling me Captain, I’ll have to call you a name of your own,” he warns.

“Whatever pleases you, Captain,” you blurt out immediately.

The laughter dies in his throat, and you can feel him inspecting you. There’s a thick tension in the air, an emotion and energy in his aura that you can’t quite put your finger on. Cosmic pinks and yellows erupt in the mana that surrounds him, a mana that only extremely adept seers can even begin to comprehend or visualise.

“So, little birdie, tell me, how are you enjoying being a part of the squad?” Johnny asks, and your stomach somersaults at his choice of pet name.

“Um, well, Captain, I like it very much,” you tell him.

“And how about being the only woman? I know it can be a bit of a sausage fest.”

“A sausage fest, Captain?” you ask, blinking at him.

“It’s when… well,” Johnny practically bites his tongue. “Never mind that. No one has bugged you about being the only girl here?”

“Well, Captain…” You consider his question. “Hyuck can be a bit of a flirt, but he’s harmless.”

“I see.” Johnny takes a swig of the whiskey, and you enjoy the way his muscles flex. He leans back against the couch, his robe shifting to reveal more of his skin.

Captain Johnny must catch the way your eyes immediately scan his form, because he adjusts the robe, covering himself. You doubt he’s a man of modesty, so you wonder if perhaps he’s choosing to hide his body for your sake more than his own.

You wonder how he views you. Probably the same as every other man you meet in this profession.

They all view you as a sweet little highborn who wants to heal the world but is too naive to ever make a difference.

“Tell me more,” Johnny insists.

“Captain?”

“About your time here. It’s been five years now, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, Captain.”

“And…” he fishes, “Does it… upset you that we hardly take on tasks? We don’t do border patrol or scour ruins.”

“No, Captain, we don’t do those things, but we train, and vice-captain Yuta is as scary a foe as I’m sure we’d meet on the battlefield.”

Johnny blinks at you, and for a moment, you can’t believe you’ve just made a joke about your superior, but then, Captain John laughs. It’s a boisterous laugh, the first time you’ve ever seen him truly lose himself in an emotion other than despair.

“Vice-captain Yuta can be quite terrifying,” Johnny agrees when his laughter dies down.

“I also suppose… after, well, Sir, after the war… the foreign kingdoms have known not to test us, because of Black Hole,” you continue. “So I’m sure many squads feel their life has been somewhat mundane in the past few years.”

Johnny’s expression turns sombre, and you note the way his thumb strokes the neck of the bottle of whiskey. “It’s true,” he muses. “After everything that happened, foreign kingdoms have known not to test us, but that doesn’t mean something bad won’t happen in the future. Fear can only last so long, but anger is infinite.”

His aura flashes with dazzling red, and you realise that this wound is still extremely raw for your Captain. He’s clutching desperately to the hatred that still rages through him, perhaps to overshadow the sadness that lurks beneath the surface.

If he remains enraged, he won’t have to feel despair.

You stare at Johnny for a few moments, wondering if this is in part why he refuses to get close to the new squad.

You suppose it would make sense; if you don’t have anyone you care about, you won’t have anyone to lose… and after facing such a loss as John did… well, it’s no wonder he wouldn’t want to relive that again.

Three:

“Oh,” Jaehyun toys with the bottle of Fire Dragon Whiskey in his hand, the one he’d bought last month in preparation for Johnny’s birthday, “I see someone beat me to this, but I guess I am a day late.”

“You can never have too much whiskey,” Johnny muses, accepting the bottle as the King heads to the windows that look out over the courtyard, where the younger squad members are training.

“They’ve come a long way in five years,” Jaehyun notes.

“Yuta and Doyoung can be strict teachers,” Johnny agrees, standing next to his friend.

Johnny follows Jaehyun’s gaze and notices the way it lingers on you.

“I had hoped you would continue to recruit,” the King sighs. “Being the only woman in a squad must be… difficult.”

“She’s okay with it,” Johnny assures his friend. “I checked in with her about it yesterday.”

“Hmm.” Jaehyun has become much more tight-lipped in the five years he’s been Magic King. “Anyways, we found a new dungeon. It shouldn’t be too difficult to clear out, but it’s more than the usual tasks your squad takes on. I figured your teammates would like something of a challenge.”

“Yuta will be happy to take that on.”

“Not just Yuta,” Jaehyun’s gaze shifts to Johnny. “You will be going as well.”

“I will?”

“It will be good for you.”

“Well, if it’s an order-”

“It is,” Jaehyun insists. “I look forward to hearing your report on it.”

“Happy Birthday to me, right?” Johnny half-jokes.

The King assesses Johnny’s face. “Yes.”

With few other pleasantries, the King dismisses himself, and Johnny goes to the window. A minute or so later, Jaehyun appears in the courtyard, and Johnny watches him address the squad.

It’s hard not to notice that Jaehyun is giving you more attention than the others, and it makes Johnny’s grip on the bottle of whiskey tighten. Anyone with eyes can see that you’re quite beautiful. To make matters even more extreme, you’re a light mage, which is rare enough as it is, and not only a light mage, but a light mage with an affinity for healing.

Your abilities would be extremely helpful in the Capital, especially if any other kingdoms get brazen again.

Jaehyun’s not one to talk about it, but Johnny knows there are threats of attacks. Rumours reach even Johnny’s recluse ears, rumours that suggest Black Hole was a one-time use spell. Rumours that Johnny has died or gone off-grid. Rumours that he’s no longer here to protect the Kingdom.

Johnny wonders if his presence in the dungeon, his public showing of being alive, well, and able to kick ass, is an ulterior motive that Jaehyun left unsaid. After all, the top squad is currently SVT, and they’d be more than able to handle a newly found dungeon.

The King says something, reaching out and gently touching your arm, and it makes you smile. For some reason, jealousy bubbles inside of Johnny, and it’s an extremely foreign feeling.

Jaehyun is now almost thirty, and as King, it’s likely he’ll be looking for a wife. Magic King is not a lineage passed title, but having an heir and a queen at your side helps strengthen the position. And as King, Jaehyun doesn’t have the liberty to be a whore Captain like many, who dedicate themselves to the job and have one-night stands in the meantime. No, Jaehyun has to be respectable; he has to set an example by finding a strong, capable wife, and a pretty light magic user with an affinity for healing would fit the bill quite nicely.

You may be young, but everyone can see how smart and kind you are, even Johnny has noticed it.

And the final nail in the coffin is your family line. Your kingdom doesn’t have a royal line in the classic fashion, but you do have five big magic houses, five families that have been known to be strong and well respected. They’re royals in every sense except the title, and many past Kings have stemmed from one of those five lines.

Despite being from one of the big five families, you’ve never acted high or mighty. You’re respectful and respectable, but not in a pompous way.

You truly are the epitome of a perfect candidate to be a wife, for anyone, but especially for a Magic King.

Johnny feels his muscles tense as he continues to watch you talk to Jaehyun, and for the first time in five years, he’s actually glad when Hyuck does an over-the-top spell that causes a distraction and an uproar.

You scurry off to help sort out the mess, and both Johnny and the King watch you go, two strong men with their eyes set on one thing.

Four:

It’s extremely odd to be in a dungeon, but even more odd to have Johnny leading you. He takes the front of the line, with Yuta and Doyoung two steps behind him, the younger part of the squad in the middle, and Taeyong bringing up the rear in case any booby traps require him to use his teleportation magic to quickly save anyone.

Hyuck is practically bursting at the seams to prove himself, and it’s making things more and more difficult the deeper you get into the dungeon.

Your squad enters a large room with a pedestal in the middle. It’s clear to everyone that some sort of treasure is on the pedestal, and just as clear to you that Hyuck sees this as his opportunity to shine.

“I’ll get it!” he bellows, jolting forward with lightning speed.

He’s not two steps past Johnny, who whirls around to try to catch the young knight, and that’s when there’s a loud click. Hyuck has stepped on a trap, and suddenly, everything erupts into chaos.

You’re aware of the door behind you slamming shut, leaving Taeyong and Mark on the other side. Magic traps are set off, sending fire, water, ice, and wind your way, which Doyoung and Yuta are quick to counter, but one fireball slips through, and you see Hyuck get hit in the shoulder.

He goes down like a bag of rocks, and you use your light speed magic to leap to his side, sinking to your knees with your hands already hovering above his wound, ready to heal-

And that’s when the floor opens up beneath you.

You hear someone scream your name, but you’re too shocked as you fall into a black pit to pinpoint whose voice it is-

And that’s when a strong arm wraps around you.

“Antigravity Cosmic Magic!” Johnny bellows, and in a swirl of purples and pinks amongst the darkness, gravity disappears.

The trap that you’d fallen into has closed above you, and Johnny grabs onto Hyuck as well, helping the two of you down to the bottom of the pit safely.

You cling to his lean, muscled body, breathing in the scent of pine and fire that clings to him like a cloak.

It’s the most you can do to tear yourself away from Johnny once your feet are on solid ground again, and the darkness lights up with your Captain’s familiar Cosmic Solar System spell, which casts hues of planetary colours through the pitch black.

“Little bird, are you okay?” Johnny asks, and even as pinks and blues dance across his features, you can see the worry in his eyes.

“I’m alright,” you assure him, swallowing thickly as your eyes cast down to Hyuck, who is groaning on the floor.

You sink to your knees again. “Light magic, Sun Hallowed Healing!”

Bright light erupts from your hands, and Hyuck releases a sigh of relief as you begin to heal his shoulder.

You can feel Johnny’s breath on your shoulder as he hovers over you, watching intently.

“He will be okay, Captain,” you assure Johnny.

When you look up, you realise Johnny also has a scrape or two; he must have jumped through a few magic traps to get to you and Hyuck in time before the hole closed up.

“Sir, are you alright?” you ask, lifting a hand toward his face with the intention to heal him.

Johnny captures your wrist in a tight grip. “I’m fine,” he says, gritting his teeth. “You focus on him, I’ll focus on getting us out of here. And I told you, don’t call me Sir.”

You nod, your focus returning to Hyuck.

A short while later, Johnny uses his antigravity spell to help carry you and Hyuck back up out of the trap pit, rejoining the others.

Even after completing the dungeon, you can’t forget the warmth of your Captain’s hand on your wrist, or the feeling of his breath on your shoulder, the smell of him, or the way his muscles felt when you clung to Johnny like a saviour.

Five:

Everyone is partying in the wake of a successful dungeon trip. Sure, things had become a little hectic at the end, but you’d fully healed Hyuck, and he’s acting like that whole blunder never happened.

But there’s one person who isn’t partaking in the festivities, and after you’re sure your squadmates are good and drunk, you slip away without being noticed.

You make your way to your Captain’s quarters and are surprised to find the door cracked open.

You pause in the hallway, holding your breath.

“Are you coming in, or not, little bird?” Johnny calls.

You poke your head into the room to find Johnny sitting there on the couch, looking up at the moving solar system that seems to constantly inhabit the vaulted ceiling.

“You were expecting me, Captain?” you ask.

“Someone like you would never let me get away with a few scrapes if you could fix them,” Johnny muses, turning his attention to you while you close the door behind yourself.

“Am I that easy to read, Captain?” you question, skin heating with embarrassment.

“You care for others, that’s not something to be ashamed of,” Johnny sighs, sitting up. “Even if it does mean you’ll nose-dive into a trap to save a squad mate.”

“I suppose you’re not too impressed by me today,” you frown.

“That’s not what I said.” He takes a sip from his whiskey. You stare at him for a few moments, and finally, your Captain releases a sigh. “I guess you'd better get on with it then.”

With a nod, you approach your Captain, and he pats the spot on his left, inviting you to sit down.

You assess Johnny, and he shifts a little under your gaze. Taking a breath, you lift your hand, cupping his cheek where a flame trap must have grazed him. “Light magic, Sun Hallowed Healing.”

Your entire body tingles with energy, but it’s not the usual flow out of yourself; even though you’re expending magic to heal your Captain, it almost feels as if you’re the one taking energy from him. Your palm is warm where you make contact with his cheek, and you watch the way his lips part, a small gasp escaping him. Whatever warmth and pleasure you are feeling, he must be feeling as well.

A moment later, you pull your hand away, his cheek now unblemished. “Where else did you get hurt, Captain?” you ask.

“My arm,” Johnny responds, lifting it to show you a jagged slice along his bicep and shoulder. The wound must have been obscured by his cloak earlier, so much so that you hadn’t even noticed it, but now, in just a tank top, you can see the mark all too well.

Your hands find his arm, and you hear Johnny breathe a sigh of relief as you heal him.

“Anywhere else, Captain?” you ask.

“Before I tell you… This magic of yours, is it best with direct contact?”

“What do you mean?”

“If I have clothes covering where I’m injured, will that be a problem?”

“It’s a hindrance, Captain,” you tell him, still confused.

“Well, just so we’re both clear, I’m not taking my pants off for you,” Johnny says, and while he seems to be joking, you can sense the serious undertones, and you see the way his aura flares.

“Pardon?”

“On my thigh, little bird,” Johnny sighs. “I got hit on my thigh.”

“Oh.” You look down, and that’s when you notice a spot on his pants which is darker than the rest. You reach out with shaky hands, holding your breath as you heal him.

The air is thick with tension, and your entire body feels electrified, as if Hyuck has just hit you with a spell.

When you’re satisfied you’ve healed your Captain, you pull your hands away, placing them delicately in your lap.

“Little bird,” Johnny sighs, and you look up at him, realising how close you are.

You can feel his breath again, and that scent overwhelms you, lighting a fire in the pit of your stomach that turns your insides to jelly.

“We…” Johnny audibly swallows a lump in his throat. “You’re younger than me, and I’m your Captain…”

So you really are that easy to read. This man can see right through you.

“Sir…” Your skin heats with embarrassment.

“Look, you’re not the first pretty girl to be… enamoured with my reputation, but… I’m not good. The part of me that was good was killed during the war. I’m a shell, and I can’t…” Johnny’s voice cracks.

“Sir, if I may, you are good,” you insist. “I’ll admit I don’t know you that well yet, but I can see your goodness, and I can feel it. You have a complex aura, but that’s not a shock given what you’ve been through.”

“Little bird, we can’t,” Johnny says again with a sigh.

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” You stand up abruptly. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Sir?”

Johnny opens and closes his mouth. “All good, little bird. Rest up, you had a long day… and don’t call me Sir.”

Six:

It’s been about a week since the dungeon, a week of Johnny avoiding you like the plague… although, it hasn’t been that hard since he’s such a recluse.

But today, you have been summoned by the King to the Capital, and it’s Johnny’s duty to take you there.

Taeyong comes along too, creating the portal for you both, and now here you both are, in King Jaehyun’s office. The proximity to you is making Johnny’s skin tingle, especially since you’re dressed in a little skirt and your squad robe, your legs on display. Johnny forces his eyes forward, directing as much of his attention as possible to the King.

“I bet you’re wondering why I summoned you here today,” Jaehyun starts, focusing on you. “Captain Johnny has already given a report, but I wanted a few details from you as well.”

“Yes, Sir,” you nod, and the word ‘sir’ makes Johnny’s entire body light up with tension.

“First, how is Hyuck doing? I hear he took a nasty hit with some trap magic.”

“Yes, Sir, Hyuck is doing well. My healing magic completely fixed him, and he was up to his usual antics not an hour after we returned to our hideout,” you respond smoothly.

“Completely healed, huh?” Jaehyun sits down at his desk. “Not even a mark?”

“Not even a mark, Sir,” you confirm.

“Tell me more about your magic,” Jaehyun instructs.

“More, Sir?” you falter.

“What have you learned in the past five years? Is it primarily healing magic, or are there defensive or even offensive spells too?”

Jaehyun is extremely attentive to you, and once again, the thought that Johnny dare not speak aloud crosses his mind: ‘the two of you would be very good together.’

Johnny listens silently as you respond to Jaehyun’s questions, and after a while, Jaehyun leans back in his chair, clearly satisfied.

“Our head healing mage is looking for an apprentice,” Jaehyun explains. “Your name was mentioned as a possibility. Light magic healing is so rare, and it seems quite effective as well. We were wondering if you might be interested in coming and living in the Capital, and apprenticing under our head healing mage with the intention of replacing her. If your Captain will give you up, that is.”

Jaehyun’s eyes shift to Johnny, and he practically chokes. There’s a nonverbal communication between the two of them, and it’s clear that Johnny’s attraction to you has not gone unnoticed by his eagle-eyed King.

But before Johnny can even open his mouth to give his consent, you step forward.

“That is a gracious offer, Sir, but if you wouldn’t mind, would it be alright for me to think about it?” you ask. “I have grown extremely fond of my squad in the past five years, and this isn’t a commitment I can agree to without careful consideration.”

Both men stare at you, and Johnny can hear his blood surging through his body, his heart racing. It’s almost like fear, fear that he will lose you to the Capital, fear that the one person who has made an effort to get through to him will disappear forever.

“Yes, take as long as you’d like,” Jaehyun nods.

“Thank you, Sir.” You bow, and Johnny is struck by just how proper you can be if put into the circles that require you to use the clear teachings of your house. You turn to Johnny, giving him a nod, and with that the meeting is over.

Seven:

“So you got a special summons from the King, huh?” Hyuck asks, narrowing his eyes at you when you and Johnny return to the hideout.

“What was it about?” Jungwoo questions, practically bouncing with excitement for the incoming gossip.

“He offered me the role of apprentice under the current head healing mage in the Capital,” you speak plainly, not seeing a point in hiding what just took place.

“Oh.” Mark frowns. He’s usually pretty quiet, so hearing that this news is distressing to him causes your own heart to hurt.

“You should do it,” Doyoung tells you directly. “Working in the Capital is an honour.”

He used to be positioned in a squad that lived in the Capital, a squad known for being pompous, a squad filled with members of the big five families, of which Doyoung is one. You sometimes wonder if he misses it, if being forced to come join Johnny’s squad felt like a punishment to him.

“What did you say?” Jungwoo presses.

“I told the King I would consider it,” you sigh. “And I’ll think about it for a few days.”

“What’s keeping you here?” Yuta asks. “I know it’s not the great company.” The vice-captain smirks; he’s always been one to relish in your floundering squad, but he’s also been the one person to push you all to be better every single day. As much as his training techniques have been… controversial, they’ve worked, and you know you’ve improved a great deal under his unique guidance.

“I like it here, contrary to what some of you may think,” you say, letting out a giggle.

You notice Johnny leaving the room, and after a bit more discussion with your squad mates, you also excuse yourself, intent on following your Captain and talking with him about the situation one-on-one.

You find his door ajar, and butterflies erupt in your stomach at the fact that your Captain has anticipated your intentions again.

Sure, there’s still some residual awkwardness from the last time you were alone with him in his room, but you push through that, knowing that this will be an extremely important conversation that will dictate the trajectory of your future.

“Captain?” you call as you enter his room, only to find him sitting on his couch with the beautiful cosmos swirling overhead.

But it’s not just your solar system today; it’s far larger than that, a universe, perhaps an insight into how deeply your Captain is also considering the bigger picture today.

“You should do it,” Johnny sighs as you close the door behind you.

“Pardon?” you ask.

“You should take up the King on his offer,” Johnny repeats, but he won’t meet your gaze, and his aura swirls with conflicting emotions that you can’t decipher.

“Should I?”

“Yes.” Johnny grabs his bottle of whiskey, taking a sip as you sit down across from him.

“Do you want to get rid of me so bad?” you frown.

Your Captain is silent for a moment. “I think… I think you’d do better in the Capital. There are more opportunities there.”

“There are opportunities here, too, Captain,” you counter.

Johnny meets your gaze, and you notice the way a muscle in his jaw feathers.

“The King is interested in you,” Johnny says flatly. “He wants you close, and the Capital would benefit from having you there.”

You take in what he’s saying.

The King? Interested in you?

“And by the word interested…” You trail off.

“I don’t mean he’s just curious about your magic abilities,” Johnny sighs. “He’d be a good match for you. The two of you would work well together.”

Your insides feel tight as you stare at your Captain. “I have no interest in marrying a King,” you say finally.

“And I don’t want you to throw away an opportunity like this over a fantasy,” Johnny fires back.

Your words are caught in your throat, and you note the colours of his aura becoming even more entangled and confusing.

“A fantasy?” you ask quietly.

“Yes. Whatever you think you see in me… It’s not real. I’m too old for you”

“Oh, but a King two years younger than you would be a perfect match,” you say, your sarcasm pushing through and breaking your usual protocol of being respectful to your superiors. “Because you’re what? An old man? And he’s a… young bull, as they say?”

Johnny’s gaze narrows, and his grip tightens on the bottle of alcohol. “I’m also a drunk.”

“You’re not a drunk,” you insist. “You’re a tortured soul with a vice, I won’t ostracise you for that. And besides, I’ve never seen you inebriated.”

“That just means I can hold my liquor, which isn’t something I wear as a badge of honour, little bird.”

Your heart races at the pet name, and you lean forward, capturing his gaze. “Tell me you want me to leave, Captain.”

His lips form a tight line, and he looks away. “I can’t do that.”

You muster up all of your courage and stand, joining him on his couch. Johnny slinks away, and it’s so odd to see this larger-than-life man, with a deadly reputation, shy in the face of a woman years his junior.

“I’m in love with you, Captain,” you tell him. “And I have been for a very long time.”

“Not possible.”

“During the war,” you insist. “You saved the Capital, you saved everyone, you saved me. I knew that day, watching you from my room as you flew across the city… I knew you’d be the only man for me.”

“It’s a schoolgirl crush, you were what? Fifteen? Fourteen?”

Your skin heats at his words, but you push through the embarrassment. “I’m a woman now, and I feel that this is fate more than any other direction my light magic has ever taken me. These past few weeks… It’s been like touching fire, a fire that has warmed me for over five years, a fire that has kept me going, kept me passionate and driven to blaze as you do.”

You reach out, cupping his cheek, forcing Johnny to look at you.

“Captain. I’m not a little girl. I understand you, I can read your aura, and I know the pain you hold, the fear, the anger. I accept you for all of it, and I know that deep down, you’re one of the greatest men I’ve ever met. You’re just hurting right now, but there’s no need to degrade yourself the way you do.”

“I’m not degrading myself,” Johnny insists, pulling away from your hand.

“Sure you’re not, old man.”

“That’s Sir to you, little bird,” he snaps.

“I thought it was specifically not Sir, Sir,” you tease, seeing his resolve falling away.

Johnny takes a deep breath. “Don’t throw your life away for someone like me.”

“Don’t forget who you truly are, just because you’ve been carrying pain,” you counter, looking into his eyes and willing him to actually hear you, to understand the full meaning of your words.

There’s a tense moment, and the air feels thick. You can hardly breathe as you stay frozen, staring at this man whom you’ve adored for so many years, this man whom you’ve looked up to.

Johnny searches your eyes, and his aura slowly turns more pink, so much so that you’re not even surprised when he folds. He grabs the back of your neck, drawing your lips to his in an immediately heated kiss that sets your entire body on fire.

A whimper escapes you, your entire body tingling. His lips taste like smoke, whiskey and desperation, and you could never have imagined it would be such a pleasing combination. His hand is warm where he holds the back of your neck, and you reach forward to grab his shoulder.

Sitting next to each other on a couch like this and kissing isn’t the most rewarding position, and you find yourself adjusting, using Johnny as leverage as you swing your leg over his lap. Your Captain groans, his hands moving to your hips to help guide you down on him.

This new position has you higher than Johnny, straddling his lap and angling your lips down against his own. The skirt you're wearing is doing little to create distance between you and him, and it feels amazing. There’s power in being on top of a man, and you get the sense that Johnny isn’t used to being anything other than the top. He’s still the dominant person; that much is clear to you by the way his hands hold your hips firmly in place, not allowing you to grind down on him just yet.

He pulls away from you, looking up into your eyes. “Have you ever done this before, little bird?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, still trying to collect yourself after such a heated kiss. “Yes, Sir, just once.”

“Just once,” Johnny repeats, letting out a groan. He tilts his head back against the backrest of the couch, releasing a deep sigh.

“Does my inexperience scare you, Sir?” you ask.

He looks up at you. “I’m not the one who should be scared.”

“Except that it’s clear you are,” you muse, stroking his cheekbone.

“I just…” Johnny lets out another deep breath. “I don’t want to ruin your life. I don’t want you to stay here just because of me.”

“That’s not your choice to make.”

He stares at you for a few seconds. “I guess not.”

“I know you like me. You care for me. You care for all of us, but you keep holding yourself back. You don’t have to punish yourself anymore.”

Your words hang thick in the air, and you can see the emotions swirling behind Johnny’s eyes. All the heartbreak, anger and loneliness, the fear of getting too close to people, the fear of loss.

“Where did you even come from, little bird?” Johnny asks with a dry chuckle.

“I’ve been here the whole time, Sir.”

Your Captain swallows thickly, his thumbs drawing circles against your hips. “I’ve been told healing magic doesn’t work on the soul, but this light magic of yours… It’s something else.”

“All I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy.”

“I’m not sure I deserve it.”

You cup his cheek. “Then I’ll prove that you do.”

He leans forward, bestowing a gentle kiss to your lips. You cup his cheek, pressing your chest against his own, opening your mouth a little to allow your Captain in.

His tongue caresses yours, his fingers digging into your skin, betraying his need for you. Your body is tight with tension, and you begin to swivel your hips a little, your core aching with desperation.

Johnny groans, allowing you to grind down against him, and you can already feel him stiffening in his pants.

His grip on your hips is firm, and Johnny slows down your erratic movements, helping you drag yourself against him with more pressure, but the languidity of it teases you as your heart races in your chest.

One of his hands snakes down to your ass, slipping under your skirt. He squeezes your flesh and you gasp into the kiss, motions faltering as you enjoy the feeling of his large palm on your skin.

Johnny also releases a groan, opting to break the kiss in favour of looking up at you. His pupils are blown with lust, and the cosmic magic floating like lights above you casts colours against his skin. He’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and it makes your insides twist into knots.

“Tell me what you want, Sir,” you urge, hating this stop-and-go style of foreplay that you’ve been engaging in. It’s as if he gives in, only to recollect himself and pull back, and it’s making you frustrated in a way you’ve never experienced.

Johnny takes a deep breath. “Want you to grind on my thigh in this tiny fucking skirt and make yourself cum before I touch you properly.”

Your body tingles, your core practically throbbing from his words.

“Yes, Sir,” you whisper, adjusting yourself on top of him. His hands on your hips help guide you, and you sink down onto one thigh, pressing against the fabric of his pants while you steady yourself by anchoring your palms on his shoulders. “I wasn’t aware you liked my skirts.”

“I wouldn’t say I like them,” Johnny counters, his grip on you urging you to begin grinding down against his flexed thigh.

“Oh?” you whimper.

“I can hardly look at you when you wear skirts. They’re a constant distraction.” His grip on your ass tightens, and you groan from how good it feels.

“I’m sorry, Sir, if you would have said something-”

“It’s not my place to tell you what you can and can’t wear,” Johnny counters.

“I like it when you tell me what to do,” you admit.

“I’ll keep that in mind, little bird.”

You grind harder against his thigh. The thin fabric of your panties is soaked, and each rub of your clit against him feels like its own kind of magic.

Leaning forward with your hands on his shoulders, you end up pressing your chest close to his face, and Johnny takes advantage of that. The tank top you’re wearing provides some boob access, and he begins to kiss the swell of your breasts.

You throw your head back, loving his attention.

“You look pretty riding my thigh like this, little bird,” Johnny muses.

Confidence surges through you, and you push your guard robe off, then reach for your shirt, pulling it up and over your head.

You’re now in a bra, a tiny skirt, and panties that are getting more and more ruined by the second.

Your Captain releases a groan, one of his hands moving from your ass to your breast. He massages you gently through the fabric keeping you from him, and your nipples are practically aching with need.

“Take my bra off,” you whisper. “Please, Sir.”

Johnny reaches behind you with one hand, unclasping your bra like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

He tosses it to the side, his eyes fanning over your bare chest while his lips part in appreciation.

“Please,” you whimper again, grinding harder on his thigh, your whole body tense and waiting for more worship from the man you idolize.

This time, Johnny doesn’t make you wait. He captures one of your nipples between his lips, sucking and licking it while you cry out. Your hands find his hair, keeping him pinned to your chest while you ride his thigh faster, your entire body flooded with intense pleasure.

One of Johnny’s hands is massaging your neglected breast, but the other is on your ass, and he manhandles you against his thigh, prompting you to drag harder against him.

Teeth graze your nipple and you whimper desperately, panting as your muscles tighten, a warning of your oncoming orgasm.

“I’m close, Captain,” you tell him, biting your lip and clenching your eyes shut, all of your focus turned to pleasure.

“Cum for me,” Johnny groans, pulling off your breast so he can look up at you. The hand on your breast moves to your hair, and he tugs your head backward, extending your throat so you can’t censor your moans.

The sounds that escape you fill the room lewdly, and each drag of your core against his thigh gets you closer and closer-

“You look so pretty like this, little bird, using your Captain’s thigh to get off,” Johnny growls deeply, and his words make you twitch. All of the sudden, your orgasm slams into you, and you cry out, desperately grabbing his shoulders.

Your motions falter, and he quickly grabs your hips, forcing you to continue riding his thigh while pleasure ravages your form, taking over your mind, body and soul.

“Just like that,” Johnny groans as you whimper, and he allows you to slow down a little.

Your entire body is twitching as your orgasm dies down, and you are finally allowed to come to a stop on his thigh. You’re panting, eyes still closed as you try to comprehend the intensity of the orgasm he’d just given you with his thigh alone.

“How are you feeling?” Johnny asks.

“Good, Sir,” you whimper, swallowing thickly.

Your Captain pinches your chin, and you force your eyes open to look at him.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours as he whispers, “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Johnny’s hands find your ass again, and he stands up with you straddling his side. It’s only a few strides to the bed, and he sets you gently onto the mattress.

You look up at your Captain while he straightens, his gaze assessing your form. “You really are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he sighs.

Your skin heats with pleasure and embarrassment. “Thank you, Captain.”

Johnny reaches for the nape of his neck, where he grabs a fistfull of his shirt, lifting it off in one motion.

Your breath catches as you look at his chest, unashamed to be gawking at him. He’s so well built, with strong muscles and numerous scars that scatter like lightning bolts across his beautiful skin. You wish you’d been a royal knight when the war had happened, wish you’d been on the front lines healing people so they wouldn’t be left with blemishes to remind them of such a difficult point in their lives.

You’ve only recently found out how unique your skill of full healing is. To be left without a scar after being touched by your healing magic is quite extraordinary, and you wonder if perhaps your magic would work on these old wounds as well, or if Johnny would even be open to that.

Your thoughts disappear as Johnny sinks to his knees at the edge of the bed. He grabs your foot, pulling you toward him. You think he’s about to pull off your skirt and underwear, but he doesn’t. He takes his time as he kisses up your thigh, and when he gets to your core, you feel his breath through your underwear.

Then he licks the fabric, his tongue pushing the wet material and making you twitch. Is he about to eat you through your panties?

You’re tense with anticipation, holding your breath to see what he does next.

He’s partially obscured by your skirt, and there’s something so dirty about the view of an older man with his face buried between your thighs while your school girl miniskirt hides the sinful acts he’s engaging in.

One of his hands adjusts, and he pulls your panties to the side, his tongue making direct contact with your pussy for the first time.

A shiver rushes through you, and your thighs instinctively go to close around him, but Johnny holds you open with one strong hand. He applies pressure on your thigh, forcing it up toward your abdomen, giving him more access to your core as he licks at you, teasing everywhere except your clit, which is pulsating with need already.

“Captain, please,” you whimper, grabbing at the bedding.

His nose brushes your clit and you shiver, a low groan escaping you.

Johnny smiles as he continues to eat you out, his fingers digging into your thigh as he holds it to your abdomen and chest.

Finally, Johnny sucks his lips around your sensitive bud, and all of your muscles tense with pleasure. He’s gentle at first, testing what you like and what you don’t like, but with each increase of pressure and suction, your cries become louder.

Your Captain reads your sounds, focusing entirely on your clit as he works you up again at record speed.

You can’t help but wiggle your hips, your eyes clenched shut as the pleasure becomes more and more intense. Johnny groans, and the vibration makes your legs twitch.

You can’t help but reach down, grabbing Johnny’s hair and fumbling with your skirt, anchoring his face while you try to ride him toward your high. He sucks on your clit even harder and a strangled moan escapes you as your orgasm slams into you.

Every muscle clenches then unclenches, your body throbbing desperately as the pleasure overtakes you. Johnny continues lapping and sucking at your pussy, lewdly groaning and squeezing your thigh, clearly enjoying the way you’re cumming on his tongue.

You’re not a virgin, but your last sexual experience hadn’t exactly been like this. The last man was also a young royal guard, both of you were new to this, and he hadn’t the faintest idea how to truly pleasure a woman.

You suppose this is what it’s like to be with a true man, with someone who cares more about your pleasure than his own.

You’ve heard most men can be rather selfish during sex, and you never imagined you’d be able to find someone like Johnny. Your pleasure is his pleasure, that much is obvious, and it sets your entire body ablaze.

As the sensitivity between your legs becomes too great to handle, you stop riding his tongue, and Johnny reads the cue, pulling away.

From under half opened lids, you watch Johnny lick his lips, wiping the back of his hand against his mouth. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over with a dark kind of lust that makes your insides twist into knots all over again.

“You even taste like sunshine,” he muses, standing up and looking down at you.

Your body twitches at his words, and you swallow thickly. Then, you reach down, pushing your skirt and panties off so you’re now fully naked for him.

The cosmic light swirls behind him, illuminating his form.

You may be a light user, always basked in solar energy, but he’s a cosmic man, and space can be very dark without the sun.

Johnny reaches for the waistband of his pants, and he undoes the buckle, keeping his eyes on you. As the fabric slowly drops, your eyes lock onto the biggest cock you could even imagine.

You didn’t realize cocks could be this big- not that you’ve seen many, but still. He’s huge, like the rest of him you suppose. You can feel your mouth begin to water, and you sit up, intent to suck him off, to pay back your Captain for the two orgasms he’s just given you.

“You don’t have to do that, little bird,” Johnny tells you.

“I want to, Sir,” you insist.

You can see Johnny warring with himself, and all it takes is a bat of your eyelashes for him to fold.

He watches you get onto your knees, and you carefully grab the base of his cock, leaning forward to lick the mushroom tip.

Johnny groans, instinctively reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair. He doesn’t apply any pressure, but his grip on you is reassuring, especially when you finally take him into your mouth and he tugs gently.

Another deep moan escapes Johnny’s lips, and you squeeze the length you can’t fit into your mouth. Since there’s no way you’ll be able to fully take his massive cock, you do your best to suck as hard as you can on what you’re able to reach.

You want to give your Captain the same pleasure he’s just given you.

Your cheeks hollow, and your saliva coated mouth makes it all too easy to go up and down on his cock, your tongue stroking anything you can reach. Soon, your spit is dripping down to your hand, and you’re able to twist and work his length as you suck on the tip.

“You’re good at this, little bird,” Johnny groans. “Never would have pictured a girl like you on your knees like this.”

You pull off of him, looking up into Johnny’s eyes. “Only for you, Captain.”

He licks his lips, and you like that both ‘Captain’ and ‘Sir’ are dominant pet names that clearly turn him on. You wonder how pent up he’s been about your use of these formal titles, but the thought quickly dissipates as you draw your mouth back to his cock.

You do your best to go as far onto him as you can, and his tip hits the back of your throat, making you choke. You can feel hot tears swelling along your waterline, and you look up at Johnny, resisting the urge to pull off of him.

“Fuck,” Johnny cusses, gently tugging your hair to pull you away. “Don’t do that.”

You swallow thickly, trying to catch your breath. “Don’t do what, Captain?”

“Don’t make yourself choke.”

“I thought men liked that sort of thing.”

“Some men do, but they’re sadists. I’m not like that. I don’t want you to hurt yourself for me.”

“Choking doesn’t hurt,” you insist.

Johnny’s thumb strokes your cheekbone, collecting the tear there. “Oh, really?”

You sigh. “Sorry, Captain, I just want to make you feel good.”

“You are making me feel good,” he assures you. “Come here.”

He grabs your hand, pulling you from your bent over position. Then Johnny leans down, pressing his lips against yours. His other hand reaches for your breast, massaging it and making you whimper.

“Lay back,” he instructs softly, and soon you’re flat on the bed as Johnny gets on top of you.

Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, your lips never separating. Your fingers thread through his soft hair, and Johnny groans, the hand on your breast tracing down your body. He makes contact with your pussy, gently rubbing your clit before dipping his fingertips inside of you.

You whimper, your pussy clenching around the two digits that slowly prod you open, pushing deeper inside of you and exploring your inner walls.

“Captain,” you whisper, tugging his hair.

The older man’s lips ghost over yours. “Call me Johnny.”

Your skin tingles. It’s clear he gets off on you calling him Sir and Captain, so by asking you to call him by his name, things become much more intimate.

He continues to finger fuck you, and you find your hips wiggling, looking for more stimulation. His palm presses firmly to your clit, and you whimper, clutching his shoulders.

“Think I want you to cum one more time like this,” Johnny muses.

Your muscles tense at his words, your body wanting to fulfill his wishes. As it is, your mind is fuzzy from two orgasms, and you think a third might just leave you brain dead, but your core throbs with desperation all the same.

His lips move to your throat, and your body tingles when he finds your sweet spot.

“You sound so pretty for me,” Johnny groans, finger fucking you harder, his knuckles dragging along your inner walls deliciously.

All you can do is gasp and whimper, letting him take you to the edge again.

“I’m cumming!” you cry out, your core clamping onto his fingers as waves of pleasure rush through you.

Your heart is racing in your chest, and you can feel a bead of sweat trickle down your throat to your clavicle.

Johnny works you through your high, and when it becomes too much, he pulls his fingers out of you. Your Captain sits up, licking his digits clean while he looks down at you, admiring your form as you try to collect yourself.

Then his hand goes to his massive cock, and he pumps it a few times, waiting until you’re writhing and ready before he lays over you again.

“Fuck me, please,” you whimper, dragging him into a breathtaking kiss.

Every touch feels like magic, every kiss leaves you dizzy, and as he lines his cock up with your wet hole, you’re sure you’ve found your own little slice of Heaven.

“Let me know if it hurts,” Johnny warns as he slowly pushes his tip inside of your core.

You let out a strangled gasp at the stretch, digging your nails into his shoulders, but you remind yourself to breathe, to relax and open up for him.

He goes slow, allowing you to fully adjust as he pushes inch after inch inside of you.

When his hips press against your own, cock fully sheathed in your core, you both groan. His lips find yours, and you cup his cheek, loving the feeling of being so completely full.

He begins to move, slowly rocking into you, and the drag of his cock against your walls takes your breath away.

The sounds he’s making make you even wetter, and the lubrication helps his length glide easily in and out of you. His pace increases slowly, and as it gets faster, your toes begin to curl.

The tip of his cock is hitting deep spots inside of you, and it feels even deeper when his hand lifts your thigh higher on his hip.

“So deep,” you whimper against his lips.

Johnny smirks. “Let’s make it deeper.”

In one motion, he flips you so now you’re on top, and you sink down on his cock, moaning at the feeling.

Your hands find his chest as you just sit for a moment, reveling in being on top and being stuffed to the brim. “You look good like this,” Johnny muses.

“Yeah?” You suddenly feel shy, and you rock your hips gently.

Johnny doesn't respond, his hands find your hips and he helps you increase your pace. Each drag puts stimulation on your clit, and you throw your head back, groaning.

When you lift yourself up slightly, Johnny thrusts to meet you, and a squeal escapes you.

He grins, his grip on your hips tightening so he can manhandle you into the exact spots he wants as he fucks up into you, his pace increasing.

Even when you’re on top, Johnny is in control, and it’s a freeing feeling.

You just have to enjoy this, and as your hand snakes down to your clit, you decide you want to cum one last time.

Your core tightens around his cock as you begin to rub your sensitive bud, and Johnny moans loudly. He’s panting as he looks up at you, his gaze shifting between your face, bouncing breasts and where you’re touching yourself.

“Fucking perfect,” he muses, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.

You look down at him, enjoying your own spectacle. You love the way his muscles ripple under his skin, his biceps bulging as he lifts you up and down on his cock, his abdomen clenching deliciously.

You can feel your own body beginning to tense up, warning of another orgasm that is so close you can already taste it.

“Johnny,” you whimper.

“You close again, little bird?” he asks.

“Uh huh.”

“Let go for me,” your Captain insists. “Want to feel you cumming on my cock.”

You nod, closing your eyes and focusing on the building feeling. You rub your clit even harder, and soon, you’re toppling over the edge with a gasp.

Your pussy clamps down on Johnny, and he sits up abruptly, burying his face in your chest and holding you firmly against him, his cock buried as deep as possible as your walls throb around him.

You cry out, throwing your arms around him and whining, pleasure flooding through you while you’re stretched to your absolute limit.

He kisses your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth and making you gasp even louder.

Nothing has ever felt this good.

Soon, you begin to shake, the stimulation becoming too much, and the next moment, Johnny has you on your back again.

“I’m close,” he warns you.

You’re so delirious from your orgasm that you can’t even speak, you can only whimper and make soft sounds, drawing his lips to yours as he begins to plow into you.

Your inner walls are exhausted, your body feels like jelly from all your orgasms, but you’re determined to make him cum.

And soon, your Captain is panting, groaning against your lips.

One final thrust and you feel his cock throbbing, his cum coating your insides as you hold him close, kissing him desperately. You open your eyes and see the universe swirling behind him, and his aura is a pinkish colour that makes you shiver.

He can’t hide his feelings from someone like you, someone who reads emotion in the air, and it’s clear that your Captain is as enthralled by you as you are with him.

This just feels so right, and as Johnny comes down from his high, he holds you close.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Really good, Captain.”

Johnny laughs. “Again with calling me Captain.”

“Calling you by your name would be insubordination.”

“Okay, Princess,” he scoffs. “I should get you washed up.”

You let him carry you from the bed to his ensuite bathroom, where you find he has his own large hot tub like bath. You’d heard this hideout had a hot spring style Onsen but you hadn’t really believed it.

He sets you into the warm water, joining you and pulling you to his chest again.

“So… about the whole apprentice in the Capital thing…” he trails off.

“I won’t accept.”

“I want you to accept it.”

“What?”

“On a part time basis,” Johnny corrects himself. “It’s a great opportunity.”

“Won’t you miss me, Captain?”

“You know I will, but I also won’t get in the way of an opportunity. We can manage without you, coordinate. But I think you could learn a lot there, and I know you like helping people.”

“I want to help you,” you insist, cupping his cheek.

“You already have, in more ways than I can count.” Johnny presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Just think about it.”

“Okay,” you agree.

“And little bird?”

“Yes, Captain?”

“I hope I overdelivered on your school girl crush.”

“Stop it!” you giggle, embarrassment flooding through you.

Johnny only grins, pulling you closer.

This may have started with a school girl style fantasy, but it’s clear that it has progressed much far beyond that, and you’re excited to see where your future takes you.

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🔮 preview. Unlike in the hideout, where Johnny has an entire wing practically to himself to be loud in, you’re in a student’s quarters, with neighbours in rooms on either side of you. You’d gotten one noise complaint your first week here, but never again, because you take the measures of shutting yourself up. Johnny always finds it funny when you try to muffle your sounds, and when you cover your own mouth, you think he goes even harder to earn moans and whimpers from you. Johnny’s not about to get in trouble for noise, and to be fair, you’d never be kicked out of your position because of a few noise complaints, but still… Johnny may be a rugged Captain who does what he wants, but you’re still a well-behaved apprentice girl, and you’ll be damned if Johnny makes you throw away your morals.

cw/ tw. Unprotected sex, breeding kink, power dynamics, sir/captain kink, daddy kink, fingering, foreplay, multiple reader orgasms, dirty talk, praise, fingering, multiple reader orgasms, oral (blow job), multiple sex positions, body worship, hair pulling, grinding, trying to muffle sex sounds, etc… I petnames. (hers) little bird, baby. (his) Captain, Sir.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 2.6k I teaser wc. 95

🌙 starring. Johnny x afab!Reader

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Things have been very different since Johnny allowed you to come into his life. He’s happier now, more present with the squad, and even those without aura-reading abilities can see the massive shift in his countenance.

The two of you have decided to keep your relationship a secret, but you’re pretty sure that many can see through you.

King Jaehyun had accepted your request for a part-time role in the Capital, and you know that your Captain’s frequent visits when you’re away from the squad don’t go unnoticed by those who surround you.

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