#johnny ff

He knew it was wrong. You were supposed to be like an older sister. A guide almost. He couldn't even look you in the eyes properly. You brushed it off as him just being awkward about the whole situation. But Johnny could see right through Haechan. The way he tried catching a glimpse of your tits when you wore low cut shirts or the way his eyes would be stuck on your ass. Or in rare cases when he got hard from a little hug.

He felt bad for Haechan. But he couldn't let him have you... Not for now at least. So he put on a little show for him. After all. That's what brothers are for. Looking out for each other.

So Johnny intentionally started fucking you at the dorms more. Just so Haechan could hear your pretty moans. The way you chanted Johnny's name. He started being more touchy with you in the dorms. Especially in front of Haechan. Having his hands on your waist all the time. Or even boldly groping your tits letting haechan watch the way your nipple hardened at his touch.

Haechan knew that Johnny knew. He was confused at first but it was obvious since Johnny would make direct eye contact with him while he was doing so. He wanted to tell him to stop. But the surprised look on your face, or even simply hearing your little gasps and whimpers was enough for Haechan.

"He's a perverted man yn. Not a hormonal boy." Johnny corrected as you rolled your eyes. "and it's fun seeing him so embarrassed."

It took you the longest time to figure out what was going on. "Babe that's so cruel. He's just a... Hormonal boy. Let him be."

"You seem to have a real soft spot for him."

"Poor Haechannie."

"Well... He's just. So cute... Annoying at times? Duh. But it's like... How can you not like Haechan."

Johnny wondered for a while. "Maybe you should let him have some of his fantasies come true." He said with such a straight face you almost dropped your phone on your face. Johnny smirked crawling above you.

"Am I?" He asked grabbing both of you wrists pinning them above your head. "Let him have a little fun with his favourite noona. Of course if only you want to, that is."

"You're kidding right?"

"What kind of hyung would I be if I don't even help out my younger bandmate? Besides. I wouldn't mind seeing my girlfriend getting pleased. Hey, maybe I can teach Haechan a thing or two. I'm sure he won't mind."

"Are you being for real?"

Let's just say Haechan did NOT mind.

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"Yes, Sir. Do you mind if we call you back in an hour to update you on this?" You spoke through the phone, exhausted. It was probably your fifty-seventh phone call of the day. The phone kept on ringing every half hour or so, with clients enquiring about their unfinished business.

Throughout the day, you had been at odds with the arms of the clock. Deadlines were in fact, deadly.

At this rate, not even the planners could help you organise the uncompleted tasks. Everything was all over the place, and you could feel the stress building.

You immediately regretted your decision to take it easy with your team's newcomers. Allowing them to do things from their perspective and at their own pace was a horrible idea, but it was too late.

"Ms. Y/N, I would want you to see me in my cabin. Right now!" Your boss growled at you, loudly enough, making it audible to almost everyone on the floor. "Y-Yes, Ma’am." You stammered. You fucked it up.

You started following her, and it was no less awkward than walking back after zero pins in the bowling alley. You were at the very least grateful, and relieved that she did not consider ripping your soul apart in front of the entire office.

"Isn't this a job, Y/N? This is not the place for you to have a pleasant time. Why am I getting these client calls, I really need to know. I am the one who has to beg and plead with them!"

She started howling at you right away, without even pausing for a second. Her diatribe went on for about twenty minutes or more. You had no idea what was wrong with her in her life that she opted to vent on you. She stormed out to her room, leaving you to your own devices.

Having your boss rage at you was never a pleasant experience; every word, every taunt that came out of her mouth was like a blade to you. You'd had it with the tension, and you'd had enough. Today had been a nightmare.

You buried your head in your hands, anticipating the onset of a headache. As you rolled your eyes, your brows furrowed. Your breathing was suddenly considerably faster, and you had a peculiar feeling in your gut.

You took a glance at the door, a man of tall stature, dressed in a grey office suit, stood there with a worried look on his face. His black necktie perfectly complemented his black hair, which was all combed back neatly. You could not deny that he was hot.

It was Johnny, your co-worker.

You decided to completely ignore him, turning your gaze away, still standing with the same posture, stressed. You knew he was there to comfort you after the episode that took place.

"Are you okay? Y/N?" He enquired, his voice was warm and friendly, as it had always been. "Do you need some help?" He added on, still standing at the door. You had known him ever since you joined, and he had always been that friendly colleague you could always count on.

You were having a particularly bad day at work, and the only help you could ask for was physical. You were in desperate need of relief, and Johnny appeared to be the perfect candidate. His hotness only added more your building lust. You badly needed him.

"I don’t think you can help me with what I want." You blurted out, locking your eyes with him, biting your lips, gently. Your sultry gaze gave it all away, making Johnny smirk.

He moved closer to you by taking a few steps forward. He let out a sigh, "What if I can?" He whispered right next to your ear, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. You were getting lucky tonight.

Impulsively, without giving a second thought to it, you grabbed the man by the collar, pulling him down and slamming your lips into his. Your body was starving. Johnny reciprocated the kiss, his lips were in a perfect sync with yours as your hands wandered everywhere through his body.

You drew back, unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt, revealing his washboard abs and perfectly toned chest. Your hands reached the buttons of your own shirt, as you, too, started undoing the buttons, leaving you only in your underwear.

Your lips returned to where they were, the smoochings and bitings made it really tough for you to control any longer. This was getting steamy.

Johnny placed you on the couch, his body was now hovering over yours as he planted kisses everywhere, from your lips to your exposed chest. In a flash of a moment, he pulled up your black pencil skirt, ready to give you exactly what you wanted.

"Don’t ruin the sofa, please." You cried in the middle. There was no way you could afford any more reprimands from your boss. One hint and you were gone for.

"Shut up! I’m trying to fuck you!" Johnny grunted out as he continued to proceed with his business.

Pleasure spread throughout your body as moans escaped from your mouth incessantly. Your mind was blank, and you had entirely forgotten about the stress. Too lost in the moment, you could not care to a give damn about anything else.

Johnny indeed proved to be of great help, turning your worst day at work into your best one.

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Age is just a number, so surely, there's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of, right? 

There's no reason for you to not fall for the friendly neighborhood bachelor, well not so bachelor bachelor, since he does go around asking people who knows of his marriage to pretend it never took place. 

Johnny's hot, super hot. Has the build of a supermodel. Has the face that one can only imagine belongs to a greek god, as you'd jokingly tell him how he seemed to be god's favorite and how you loathe Aphrodite for showing favoritism (which would always end up with you getting a very sultry, teasing look from the lad) 

Johnny has the type of personality that women can only wish the entirety of the male species would possess. He's an absolute sweetheart, life of the party, definitely the center of attention wherever he goes. And oh god, does he have an immaculate fashion sense. 

But Johnny's also the father of Donghyuck. Your best friend. 

More than being ashamed about the fact that you actually fell in love with a man who has a child of your age, it was the fact that you had to fall for Donghyuck's father of all people. 

Donghyuck is a sweetheart, definitely got his personality from his father but he's also got that glare that could creep the Lord's of the darkness from his father. He's got so much from his father that the resemblance is uncanny. 

You'd not want to get onto hyuck's bad side since you've gotten first hand experience at stopping him from almost committing homicide to someone who spoke shit about his friends, more specifically, you. 

But Hyuck's not in town. So a little fun with Mr. Suh wouldn't hurt anyone, correct? After all, you're still only a human with desires and the want to take risks. 

You'd always not so subtly drop hints at Johnny and he'd always give you that look that would have slick collecting itself between your thighs. A warning look. 

A look that said, "cross the line and you'll get it" 

But that's the thing, you want to get it and will do anything to get it.

"Y/n." 

You'd ask yourself less than a million times if you want to do this or not.

Sure, you weren't this hesitant when you decided to sext your best friend's father knowingly when he was in business mode to irk him up but that's one thing. 

And having to confront the same father who left a message smaller than a sentence that completely disregarded all the obscene text and images to show that he's not the slightest bothered or suprised by your behavior for that matter was another thing.

"Tomorrow at mine." 

It's almost as though he deals with hormonal teenagers one as such as yourself on a daily basis and that thought kind of backfired at you considering the whole 'Let's piss Johnny off so that he'd finally give me what i want' agenda. 

Ironic, huh? 

"Mr. Suh." you start hesitantly, unsure of what to call him, scared of what his reaction would be after your inappropriate shenanigans last night. 

Your stiff demeanor broke down a little with just a hint of shiver passing down your spine as you watch his features contort into a subtle but cocky smirk, "So now you're being all formal,"

"Well, what else would you like me to address you as?" you inquire, feigning oblivion to his tone and what he's implying at. "You tell me, doll. You seemed to have a lot of names to call me last night," he takes a step forward, prompting you to walk a step backwards, further into the corridors of his apartment and away from the actual location. 

"I do not know what you're talking about.. " you let your voice shrivel towards the end, eyes wandering around the complex, finding interest in every small detail as you avoid Johnny's teasing gaze. 

"You don't?" Johnny takes another step forward, latching his hands onto your forearms to prevent you from stepping further away, "You must have had a heavy sleep to forget all that you did last night," his voice drops dangerously low as he begins to walk backwards and back into the safety of his apartment, all the while keeping his gaze fixated on you.

"That won't do, would it? How about we take a walk down the memory lane? And see if that rings any bell?" He brushes your hair away from its static position on your shoulder, allowing him to appreciate all those fine details of your shoulders and neck that are exposed from your selection of clothing, an off shoulder. 

"How about we don't...?" You ask with skepticism, jolting slightly when you hear the door shut behind you and at the new intrusion of personal space by the lad.

"Why are you acting all shy now, Y/n? Weren't you the one so eager to get into her best friend's fathers pants? Just be the whore you are, darling. Your facade's fooling no one." okay you definitely didn't see that coming. 

Johnny's expressions morph into that of mischief as he watches your eyes grow wide and mouth fall ajar, "Am i not correct? Are you not a whore?" he asks with an eyebrow quirked up in a questioning manner.

You don't reply, almost as though the question was meant to linger in the open and that it was a rhetorical one. What you didn't expect, however, was for Johnny's hands to find pursuit around your neck, not necessarily applying pressure, but there as a warning. 

"Answer me." 

"I'm not.." you answer with a feeble voice, internally cringing at how squeaky you sound which only added to Johnny's amusement. 

"Really? Because I don't think good girls go around drooling at a divorced man, her friend's father for that matter and definitely do not send lewd images and voice out their fantasies to a guy twice their age, still want to pretend you're innocent? Or you admit it and we cut down the chase?"

"Yes, I am." you breathe out when his fingers tighten around your neck, a triumphant smile making its way onto his lips. Yet, Johnny felt the need to keep pushing,

"you're what?" 

"I am what you said I am," you speak, trying to avoid looking at the scrutinizing look on his face which seemed futile as he had his arms wrapped around your neck, keeping your head in place. 

"I want to hear you say it, doll. I need to hear you say it." At this point Johnny's intent was to get you into a flustered puddle in his hold and it sure as hell was going in that direction, seeing how you can't even hold his gaze for more than a few seconds in a shot. 

"I am.. I am a who-"

The sound of a phone ringing loud cut you off midway through your sentence, to which you were absolutely relieved. Johnny only seemed to grow annoyed the more he heard the phone ring. With a loud huff, he lets you go, not before giving you a stern look, "Go to my room." he instructed, making his way to the study. 

You let out a breath you've been holding in unknowingly the moment he steps away from you. You watch his figure retreat from you with awe, only now realizing how messy you felt between your legs and how your knees keep buckling. 

"Oh Hyuck!" you hear Johnny exclaim into the phone the minute you step forward to follow his command. 

Your best friend is on call with the guy you're about to fuck. 

Your blood runs cold as you shakily make your way into the apartment and towards the bedroom, shrugging off your sling bag, hanging it behind the door as you place your phone on the bedside table to wipe your hands dry from all the sweat that had accumulated at the palm of your hands. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, about to eat to my dinner actually" you hear the moment to make yourself comfortable at the edge of the bed, looking over to the door where Johnny stood with his arms across his chest, the other holding up the phone as he leans his weight onto one shoulder, leaning into the doorframe.

You take the time to really appreciate his appearance. He adorned nothing more than a simple grey sweat and tight black tee but he seemed ready to walk down a runway at any given moment now. His long hair, slightly disheveled looking almost intentionally messed up, compliments his features. And oh his features. 

The everlasting smirk stayed still on his lips, moving as he exchanged words with his son.

You only come back to your senses when Johnny snapped his free hand in front of you, gaining your attention. He points at his own shirt, then points at you, mouthing 'off' while he listens to Donghyuck speak about whatever he's speaking. 

"Really? Jeno said that? Tell him I'm more than willing to welcome him as my gym partner, the lad seems strong" Johnny makes a quick move to remove the gadget from his ear, before holding it in front of him after placing the call on speaker mode 

Your eyes widen the moment you hear the disturbance in the background and Donghyuck's voice resonate through the room. "no?? Why would you want to work out with him? He'll only make you feel old, you know?" 

"Says the one who still can't beat me at arm wrestling. If anything, i think Jeno would make the perfect gym buddy for me," Johnny raises an eyebrow at your defiance, cocking his head towards the side, staring down at you with a predatory look, "Hyuck, you know, Y/n-" you scramble to take your shirt off at the mention of your name on the call, "-stopped by earlier" he lets out a silent laugh of disbelief.

"Oh? Oh yeah! I'd told her I'd give her book back before I left but I forgot, did you perhaps give it back to her?" Donghyuck questions. 

"I figured you must've forgotten so, yeah i did." Johnny replies, pushing himself off of the doorframe, now walking towards you. 

"Man, I miss her! I might facetime her after I end the call with you," Johnny sets down the phone beside you on the bed, leaning down, placing both his hands on either side of your lap, finding comfort at the crook of your neck,

"I remember her mentioning something about her cousin coming over? Maybe wait for an hour or so before calling her" his lips graze against your neck each time he spoke, you let out a tiny whimper at the so longed feeling, only to earn yourself a small bite at the earlobe, immediately accompanied by a hand over your mouth, "you need to be quiet, doll. Or my son would find out how much of a slut his best friend is," he whispers in your ear. 

"Yeah? Did she mention which one?" 

"No, not really, she kinda just stormed out after getting what she wanted" Johnny creates a trail of kisses all the way from your neck to your shoulders, down the collarbone while one of his hand worked to unhook your bra, "Yeah, she's weird like that," you hear Donghyuck let out a chuckle as you whine into Johnny's palm, your figure slightly trembling from the fear of getting caught all the while being excited about the risky situation he's put the two of you in. 

"Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow? The boys are coming over now so I got to go! Night, dad!" Donghyuck speaks up again, "Night, Hyuck." 

You hear the beep indicating the call has ended. Johnny let's his hand drop from your mouth and makes its way towards your hair, brushing through the strands before pulling at it with a firm grip, "I had my son on call and here you are making all these sweet noises, you wanted to get busted, doll?" 

"It's not my fault! You-"

"ah-ah! Don't talk back, angel. You're already in deep trouble, don't want to add onto that now, do we?" He makes a swift move to have you lying on your back, your torso completely exposed to him while he remains clothed. 

"But Johnny-" you whine, jolting when you feel his hands caressing the soft flesh of your inner thighs, "How do you think Hyuck would feel about this?" his hands travel further north, cupping your heat from underneath your skirt. "fuck, you're drenched"

"Now tell me, pretty girl, what are you supposed to be calling me, now?" 

"Johnny-, tha-that was a joke! I don't have daddy kin-" you try clenching your thighs close from the sudden attention your core was receiving. Johnny wholeheartedly lets out a laugh at your attempt to hide your true feelings, making a quick act of disregarding your soaked panties somewhere behind him.

"Darling, the more you deny it, the longer we keep going at it-" his thumbs at your clit, applying pressure but making no move to quench your needs. You let out a sigh of bliss at the feeling, your back arching off of the sheets at the sensation.

In any other situation, you'd be embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from all the dirty talking and looks Johnny passed you. But that's the catch, he's Johnny, the only one who can get you this sensitive while doing the bare minimum. 

"Say it, Y/n." 

"No, Johnny! It's-it's embarrassing.." you plead with your eyes, grinding your hips against his fingers, earning a satisfied, dirty look from the lad. 

"Very well.. I'll just draw it out of you"

Without warning, Johnny with little to no resistance, slides two slender digits into your wetness, setting a pace fast enough to draw loud chains of cries from your mouth.

"You hear that, doll? You hear how fucking wet you are? Hm?" he growls animalistically, the thumb that remained on your clit now moving in circles with a motive to get you undone in seconds. 

"Johnn-..!" you whine out, feeling your orgasm growing so close that you could almost taste it, "Still going at that, angel?" he questions, not really expecting an answer as he soaks up the pleasured look on your face. "Johnny- I'm close.. -" you fail to notice the mischievous grin growing on his face as he speeds up the movement of his fingers. 

"Of course you are, doll" He feels you clench around his fingers, back coming off of the mattress as you ready yourself for your release, waiting until the last minute to draw his finger out.

"Why would you-? Johnn-I was so close!" you cry out as you sense your core clench around nothing, whining about the incomplete orgasm. "Why would I give you what you want when you wouldn't comply, baby? That's not how this works." He shrugs, licking his fingers clean of your essence, moving up from the bed to remove the shirt that seemed to be suffocating now.

"Johnny, please!" you whine louder, rubbing your thighs together to create some sort of friction, all unsatisfactory as it did not meet the same intensity as that of his fingers. 

"Please what, doll?" He smirks, knowing the ball is in his court and that you'd had to give in any moment now. Johnny leans down once again, drawing lazy circles at your clit, using his other hand to hold himself up above and close to you, his minty breath which had a hint of coffee fanning your face as you whimper, finally feeling your high building itself up again. "Spit it out, princess, you know you want to." he speaks in a soft voice.

"Please..please" you beg for nothing in particular, getting all worked up again, "The begging's lovely, doll. But you're starting to anger me here, will you say it? Or should I leave you hanging again?" 

You mutter prayers under your breath, hoping he wouldn't actually leave you hanging again, "Fine-" he moves again to remove his fingers from you to deprive you of pleasure all over again when you finally latch onto his wrist, keeping his hands in place blurting out, "Daddy! I'm so-sorry.. There, daddy, please make me come" you give in, the name, the feeling and look of pure victory on his face as he grins like a cheshire cat only intensifies the heat growing at a rapid pace at the pit of your stomach. 

"Final fucking ly, princess. Daddy will make you feel good" He reinserts his fingers in, drilling it with desperation to see you come undone as he draws rapid circles on your now sensitive clit with the other hand, watching you squirm under him.

"Joh-Daddy i'm coming..!" you cry out weakly as you feel your orgasm hit you with much force, easily driving you into over sensitivity. Johnny's patient in helping you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you let out a throaty sob and plead him to stop to allow yourself some room to breathe. 

Johnny, however, makes no move to stop, only speeding up his fingers, his gaze fixed on where his fingers disappeared inside of you while his other hand held you down with a vise grip, "Give me one more, doll. I know you've got one more in you. " he pants, the feeling of his girth in confinement only throwing himself to sensory deprivation as he feels himself twitch inside his sweats painfully. 

You shake your head, tears now flowing elegantly down your cheek, your lips puckered into a slight pout, your eyebrows drawn together as you let yourself melt into the pleasure Johnny was providing you with. "Daddy.." 

You whine, feeling your second high reaching you ridiculously quick as you see Johnny's face contort in concentration, 

"I need to get you nice and wet for me, princess, you're doing so well. Give daddy another one" you coaxes you with his sultry tone, words and actions, inevitably having you come undone under him for the second time that night. 

You let out a choked moan, finally having enough as you curl upon yourself the minute Johnny removes his fingers from you, full fledged crying at the overbearing feeling of sensitivity. 

Johnny groans at the sight, leaning down to press a soft peck on your sweaty forehead before getting off of the bed to remove his pants alongside his boxer at a slow speed, granting you some time to recover.

"Condom?" he asks, readying himself to reach into the drawing when he notices you shake your head a no as a reply, "I'm on pills.." you mutter weakly. 

You hear him curse out at the thought of doing you raw, flexing his muscles before climbing on top of you again. He takes his time to gently turn you back onto your back, pressing his tender lips against your irritated one for the first time that night, his hand ever so slightly moving to play with your clit once again, making you jerk, "Daddy!" 

"Sorry, doll. Daddy just needs to make sure that princess is ready to take his cock" 

Your whining intensifies at his words, wiggling your hips to move closer to his own, "But I am ready! Look, daddy! I'm so wet and ready for you!" you whimper, earning a chuckle from the lad. 

Just like all the other times that night, he aligns his cock at your entrance without a warning, the tip ever so slightly pushing through your walls, "Alright, big girl. Show daddy how much of a slut you can be for him."

Suddenly, Johnny detaches himself from you, moving further away as he leans by the edge of the door, smirking at you whining at the loss of contact, "Patience, angel" 

He grabs hold of your hips, manhandling your body into all fours as he enters you completely with no trouble once he's got you where he wants you to be.  

Something about having to take Johnny from behind was so sexy that you could almost immediately feel your orgasm grow, "Fuck baby, keep clenching around me like that and i won't last long," he grunts, moving in you with a steady pace, 

"I never expected my son to befriend such filthy sluts like you, Y/n. Look at the mess you're making on my sheets" He grabs a fistful of your ass in a tight squeeze, the sudden shift in his demeanor only serving as a whiplash as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to the sweet orgasm. 

"Jesus, doll, you're so fucking tight i can barely move" Johnny growls, talking to keep himself from coming too fast. 

"Daddy.. I'm close. M-I'm so so close" you cry as your arms give out and you fall face first onto the mattress, the new stretch in your back only encouraging his cock to hit you deeper, finding the sweet cushion that serves as extra pleasure for you. 

"Me too, princess, me too.. '' You hear him let out a whine, his thrusts growing sloppier as he does you slower but deeper. 

He reaches around your body to find pursuit at your clit for the nth time that night, rubbing rapid, messy circles to go with his deep thrusts, "Daddy!" you reach your high with a high pitched cry of his name. 

Johnny comes not too long after you as he couldn't resist the constant tight clenching of your walls around his cock. He thrust slowly to ride out his high as you twitch helplessly, face scrunched up in too much pleasure. 

You feel your body being manoeuvred onto your side as he whispers sweet nothings which pass right through your ears as you feel him softened inside you, the feeling ridiculously soothing for your used up walls, 

"You did amazing, darling." he kisses your temple, not making any move to remove himself from within you, which you silently thanked him for. 

You both lay in silence as you turned your body towards him, earning a hiss and a playful smack from him as it added pressure onto his sensitive member. You wrap your arms around his torso, about to nuzzle into his chest and just drift away to dreamland when you hear the familiar ring of your phone from the table beside the bed. 

You feel Johnny's body shift to reach out to get your phone, looking at the caller ID before handing it to you with a smirk that you knew meant that he was up to no good. "Oh! It's hyuck" you exclaim in shock, quickly accepting the call and placing it near your ear, moving to get away from him. 

But Johnny seemed to have other ideas, as he latched an arm around your torso to keep you from moving, "Hey-" you begin, immediately feeling Johnny experimentally thrust into you again, making you whine, "Y/n! I miss you~-oh hey, are you okay?" you hear Donghyuck's voice from the other side, 

You look at Johnny with a pleading and warning gaze to which you earn yourself a toothy grin from the lad, 

"Of co-course! Just a little.. peachy,'' You turn around to place a hand on his chest to halt his movement, "You don't sound just peachy.. I've heard you like this before!" you hear Donghyuck make those noises he makes when he's thinking as Johnny keeps thrusting lazily the more you look at him, you see him open his mouth to speak, "Oh fuck! You're getting laid, aren't you???" 

You had no idea, to be incredibly clear, that anyone really wanted to rail your or really had a solid concept of what sex was. Your parents raised you strictly Catholic but you’d since defected from the religion and were now practicing a strange conglomerate of religion, messing around with crystals and dabbling in other religions here and there, but you really had no idea. So when Johnny asked you out to dinner one day, you couldn’t help but say yes, as the two of you had gotten to talking on the calmer days while you were making his drink or heating up the chocolate croissant he always ordered, as far as you were concerned.

You had no idea said dinner date would lead to you being incredibly horny and having no idea how to deal with it. Sure, you had experienced the feeling before, but not as extreme as it had been when Johnny showed up to your door in a blue button-down shirt and jeans, offering you a rose. The warmth that flooded your body was a foreign feeling, but one that you enjoyed. And so, when Johnny offered to walk you back up to your apartment so he could make sure you got home safe, you, in an “it’s only fair” fashion, invited him in for a drink. Johnny didn’t refuse, and you smiled, pouring a couple of glasses of bourbon, one for you and one for him. You slowly learned more and more about him, but the one thing you couldn’t keep your eyes off of was the opening where his shirt was left open just the tiniest bit, allowing his chest to poke through. It made your mouth water and you had no idea, so when you had finished your drinks and Johnny stood up to go, you held his wrist gently, making him turn back to you.

“This may sound really weird but… I really, really like you, Johnny. I like you a lot. So…” you hesitate, biting your lip and looking away nervously.

“What is it?” He looks down at you, looking slightly concerned.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Oh, my God, I was hoping that was what you were going to say,” he says, wrapping a long arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him. You smile and tilt your head up, letting your lips touch ever so gently before standing on your toes and throwing your arms around his neck, holding yourself up and kissing him with everything in your body. It feels like heaven and the rush of butterflies towards your lower stomach makes your thighs press together but it feels amazing, so you just kiss Johnny more. His hand that isn’t holding your waist to him reaches down to your ass and he pulls back from you for just a moment, making you whine and reach back up to kiss him as best you can. “Can I pick you up, Y/N? I really want to kiss you properly and, if you’re okay with it, maybe go a little farther?”

“Yes, please, Johnny,” you say, squealing excitedly when he hoists you up by your ass and you wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall down, although after looking at the way the muscles in his arms strain against the tight light blue material of his shirt, you’re sure he could hold you up on his own if he really wanted to. But for now, you’re just going to help him out a bit. “My bedroom is in the back,” you say, pointing behind him and resting your cheek on his shoulder. “But… I feel all funny, Johnny. It’s like I’m nervous but I don’t feel nervous, it’s more excited than that.”

“Y/N, have you ever really made out with anyone before?” You tilt your head in confusion and Johnny blows a lock of hair out of his face. “It’s basically kissing someone but… More personal?” You shake your head, never having experienced what Johnny calls “making out.”

“No, I don’t think so,” you say as Johnny carries you to your bedroom and you kick the door closed. “Is- is that what we were just doing?”

“Exactly. You really are innocent, doll. I guess I’ll just have to show you the ropes, right?” You nod excitedly, happy to have him help you with this warm, tingly sensation you’ve been dealing with since the date started which was… almost three hours ago, wow.

“Yes, please! I really don’t know what to do with this feeling but I really like it!”

“Good girl,” Johnny says, smiling, and you grin when you see a small dimple poke into his cheek. He sets you down gently and runs his hand down your cheek, smiling. “It’s going to be so much fun breaking you.”

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