#johnny fluff

Johnny threw himself on the couch and immediately pulled you by the waist, into a cozy hug. "It's been so long since we've cuddled like this, hm?" He said with a husky voice, which only made you even more nervous. You laughed softly, settling more comfortably in his arms, just to feel the warmth of your boyfriend's body.

What was on TV was irrelevant. Your attention had already shifted to another point. Your eyes, in particular, fixed on Johnny's arm, which rested on the couch. The sleeve of his black shirt, discreetly rolled up, revealed a fragment of the strong tattoo on his left bicep, a design that always fascinated you. Almost without realizing it, your fingers moved on their own, sliding smoothly over the fabric before brushing his warm skin. Johnny watched you from the corner of his eye, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

"Doing this again?" He teased, laughing softly. It wasn't the first time you'd played with his tattoos like this.

"I can't help it, it's beautiful," you replied, tracing the outline of the tattoo with your fingertip. Johnny tilted his head, clearly amused by your attempt to appear indifferent.

"You have a fixation on it, don't you?" He said, bringing his face closer to yours. "That must be why you get so distracted when I wear these shirts."

You bit your lip, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks and other parts of your body. "M-Maybe I just like to look."

"Just look?" Johnny rested his hand lightly on your leg, his fingers tracing slow circles. The air seemed denser for a moment. Johnny moved closer until the scent of his freshly showered body filled the space between you. And that was enough for a kiss to begin between you. What was just an exchange of affection began to intensify as Johnny started to run his hands up your thighs, making you shiver.

You separated for a moment, breathing heavily and exchanged an intense gaze. The smile on your lips was enough to make Johnny kiss you again, but this time, something more intense, a little messier, but enough to make you let out a small moan against your boyfriend's lips, causing him to pull you onto his lap, without breaking the kiss. Little by little, you adjusted yourself on your boyfriend’s lap, and without even realizing it, you started to move slowly against him. The soft fabric of his sweatpants brushing against the bare skin of your legs made everything feel even more thrilling — and left you wanting more.

You separated once more, just enough for Johnny to take off your shirt, and seeing that you weren't wearing a bra, he focused on your breasts. "You drive me crazy, you know?" Johnny said, as he bit and kissed each one of them. You intensified your movement on your boyfriend's lap, feeling him get excited and hard between your legs.

"J-Johnny," you said breathlessly, trying to get your boyfriend's attention, who continued to kiss your neck. You had to cup his face in your hands for him to pay attention. "Can I ride you?"

For a second, Johnny was surprised. He didn't expect you to want to be in charge of the situation, nor that you would want to have sex after such a tiring day. "Are you sure? Aren't you tired?"

You just said, "Just wanna make you feel good. Please, can I?" Your look at that moment was enough for Johnny to feel his cock react inside his pants.

He gave you a quick peck, took off your shorts, along with your panties, and touched your pussy, making you tremble at his touch. You were so wet that if Johnny touched you a little more, you would come in his hand. It didn't take long for Johnny to take off his pants, and his cock practically jumped out. No matter how much time passed, you hadn't gotten used to the size of Johnny's cock. That was the moment to pull Johnny in for another kiss, while you stimulated his cock with your free hand.

It didn't take long for you to start positioning your boyfriend's cock in your wet pussy. When he was finally inside you, Johnny groaned in a pleasure he hadn't felt in a long time. You relaxed a little, planted a few kisses on Johnny's shoulders and caressed his face. When your eyes connected, you knew it was time to start moving.

You leaned on your boyfriend's shoulder and began slow movements, but they were enough to torture Johnny and give you more pleasure. You initiated a slow kiss, where your tongue and Johnny's met in a sensual dance. Involuntarily, your movements began to intensify, making you moan against Johnny's mouth. With that, Johnny's large, warm hands firmly held your waist, in a way, guiding you. "Just like that, pretty. Moan for me."

You did as he asked. Your moan mixed with the sound of the sex you were having. "Are you feeling good?"

"So fucking good. You're doing such a good job." You smiled, and Johnny smiled back, especially when he saw your breasts bouncing. He immediately started caressing them again, this time paying more attention to your nipples. He knew you were very sensitive, and you reacted quickly, saying you were about to come. And you did. Johnny didn't take long and came too.

You were both breathless. Your head rested on his shoulder, while he gently caressed your hair. "Are you okay?" Johnny asked, his voice low and husky, but in a caring tone. You were too weak to answer, so you just nodded. Johnny chuckled softly. "I didn't know you liked these things."

"I like so many things, honey." You lifted your head just enough to look into your boyfriend's eyes. "But I'll save showing you for later."

"Wow, where's my shy girlfriend? The one who gets nervous just seeing a piece of my tattoo?"

You laughed a little lazily. Johnny pulled you closer, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I like it when you're like this… quiet on my lap," Johnny murmured.

"Quiet? You told me to moan for you less than 10 minutes ago." You retorted, raising an eyebrow.

“well,” you sigh and blow out the melted down candle stick. “that’s night three.” the finish your fourth glass and refresh johnnys location status.

seeing that johnny’s location marks that he’s still in the office building, you shut your phone off with a big sigh and march upstairs.

johnny impatiently taps the steering wheel as he’s stuck at the longest red light. “oh my god,” he looks at his watch and rolls his eyes. “i swear it’s been two years since this light has turned red on me!”

the time is now 12:46AM, johnny was meant to leave the office 16 minutes ago but was stuck in a google meet with some other company in a different time zone.

“thank fuck!” johnny slams on his gas as soon as the light turns green.

johnny felt horrible, he knew it was the third time this week that he came home late. johnny had a two week streak of not coming home late because before the two week streak, it would be daily of him coming home late!

you and johnny have only been together for several months. you aren’t used to dating a ceo who’s at his company for 15 hours! but to be fair, johnny’s in his mid thirties while you’re in your early twenties, he’s got his whole future already worked out while you’re just beginning to plan yours!

johnny decides he’s gonna risk it and runs all the red lights. anything to get to you quicker, is all he thinks.

finally, at 1:27AM, johnny arrives home. he sees his cold plate and glass of wine sitting on the dining table and feels his heart ache.

“fuck,” johnny whispers and drops his blazer and bag.

johnny makes his way upstairs to see you sound asleep in his bed. you’re on your side and you have his blanket tucked between your legs and under your chin while snoring quietly.

johnny unbuttons his button up and slides into bed. he turns his lamp on then gently pulls the blanket from between yourself and wakes you up.

“hm?” you barely sit up on your elbow and rub your eye while squinting at johnny.

“hi baby.” johnny tilts his head and reaches to rub your cheek. “hi,” you whisper back, still rubbing your eye and adjusting to the dim lamp light.

there’s silence until you ask about the time. “it’s 1:30AM right now.” johnny responds with a faint smile. “oh.” is all you say.

“yeah, i’m so sorry, baby. i was stuck in this meeting with this other CEO who lives in a different time zone and since he’s older and has ran a business longer than i have, he got to choose when we held our meeting.” johnny rambles.

you giggle and sigh. “you’re fine, johnny. i promise.” he shakes his head. “third time this week, y/n. that’s so unfair to you.” you sit up and grab his hand. “it’s fine. really.” johnny gives you an unsure grin. “just join me in my snooze fest.” he chuckles and rubs the back of your hand.

“i was actually thinking,” you hum while johnny finds his words. “since i’ve been a terrible boyfriend,” you tsk and laugh at him. “i should be a better boyfriend by eating your pussy to make up for all my wrong doings.”

you look into johnnys eyes and it’s just filled with sympathy and hunger.

“is that so?” johnny nods quickly and bites down on his bottom lip. you look down when feeling johnnys hand slither up your thigh.

“well, i’m not wearing panties right now.” johnnys eyebrows perks up. “nor have i showered before bed.” his eyebrows drop.

you gasp when being pulled and having johnny hovering above you. “you know damn well that i never care if you’ve showered or not.” you blush and bite your lip. “i like my pussy to be marinated.”

“johnny!” you shriek and clamp your legs closed.

“what!” johnny laughs and reopens your legs. “can’t a man be honest?” he lifts your nightgown and lays on his belly. “i mean—“ you’re cut off with your own moan as johnny attaches his mouth on your pussy.

“oh god,” you moan out while resting your legs on johnnys shoulders and biting down on your balled up fist.

johnnys tongue slithers along your slit while doing circles on your clit. the tip of his tongue ever so dipping into your hole and lapping up all of your juice.

you don’t even notice but johnny writes out your name with his tongue on your clit. even though you didn’t notice that, you did notice how an orgasm hit you at the end of his spelling.

you gasp and pull on johnnys locks which earns you a humming moan. you bite hard on your lip as you try to resist the spazzing from your orgasm but you can’t, johnny keeps going. his arms are tucked under your thighs to keep you from squirming and any time you try, he keeps a firm grip and pulls you closer.

as your orgasm whines down, johnny removes your hold from his locks and places a hand on your breast. kneading it while he laps of your sweet juice.

johnny sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “you’re so fucking sweet. i hope you know that.” you shyly giggle when hearing the compliment.

“fuck,” you look down when seeing johnny pull on his hard on. “look what you’re sweet pussy has done to me, y/n.” your jaw slightly drops as you take a deep breath—johnny was huge, he’s roughly an 8.5 incher!

johnnys hand finds his belt, “you gonna help me with this, baby?” you nod, too busy looking at him tussling with his belt one handedly to see the hungry gaze he had. “whatever you want, baby.” johnny pushes down his pants and does the same to you—now, you’re on your back with your legs spread open.

he sits next to you but facing you directly. johnnys pretty face is a distraction from his fingers teasing your hole. “i’m sorry for being a shit boyfriend.” you gasp when a finger slowly slips in. “n—not a shit boyfriend…you’re j—just a busy man.”

you moan as johnny starts to finger you. “i love you, y/n.” he twists his finger and picks up the pace. “i love you more, johnny.” your hips buck at the pleasuring feeling while soft moans leave your lips.

then everything comes to a stop. you whine and look up at johnny who’s staring down at you. “j—johnny, why?” you’re then silenced when feeling another finger being added. “why what, baby?” he hums and giggles when seeing you shut your eyes and moan.

johnnys two fingers curling inside you while his other hand rubs your clit. you’re moaning and begging him to stop because you’re too sensitive but really, you want another orgasm.

as you’re reaching for your next orgasm, johnny all of a sudden just stops.

“have i ever told you how sexy your orgasm face is?” johnny is positioning himself to align with your hole. his tip rubbing the slightest against your lips, giving you the tiniest tease as you whine and beg for him to just fuck you right there and now.

“you’re so beautiful, y/n.” johnny grabs your breast once more to distract you from his tip entering you. “and i am the luckiest man to have you.” he bottoms you out.

you grab johnny by the shoulders and pull him onto you. his hips waste no time by picking up the perfect pace that has you moaning in his ears about how he’s perfect, the one for you, amazing at pleasing you, and so many more comments that have him blushing.

you wouldn’t mind this as an apology if johnny came home late everyday. shit, you’d rather him come home late everyday if this is how he plans to make up every time!

AN| hey loves! i’m trying to be more active here, i miss interacting with everyone and writing all my freaky thoughts on this blog. there are many reasons to why i left so suddenly which i shall not share but one of them being that i lost the motivation. i fell into this hole of depression which will also not be shared why, but that is apart of why i lost motivation to write. but not to worry because i’ve been bettering myself!! and no need to fear, me and sneakylink are still together! so, technically mommy & daddy are back! thank you all for the kind welcomings, it warms my heart to read all of them.

You slip your arms out of your new red sweater and leave it hanging loosely around your neck. Through your tears, you do your best to take your boots off and let out another noise of frustration when your zipper gets caught in your tights. Completely overwhelmed by your emotions, you don’t even hear the heavy footsteps that scuffle their way to the front of your apartment.

You realize you’re not alone when you feel your roommate’s comforting hand on your shoulder. Johnny’s soft voice calls your name. His hand cups your chin gently, angling your face to look up at him. 

“What are you doing here, angel?” Johnny crouches down to your level, his thumb rubbing against your stained cheeks. His knuckle comes up to catch a tear. 

“I thought you had your family party,” you sniffle. You take in his appearance—he’s certainly dressed for a holiday party, his upper half covered by a white turtleneck that hugs his broad chest and dark slacks that have been freshly ironed.

“I lost track of time while getting ready. I was just about to head out when you came in,” Johnny says while plopping down onto the floor. 

You pull away from him, “I don’t want to make you late.”

He shakes his head, his neatly styled hair moving along with him. “They won’t miss me that much.” 

“Of course they will, you’re the life of the party, John,” you chuckle, “you host all the games.”

“Yeah, because my cousins can’t get it together,” Johnny rolls his eyes jokingly, “we can’t leave it up to Mark.”

“No, we really can’t,” you whisper. 

The conversation fades to black, and he just sits with you. Never mind that his nicely pressed slacks are wrinkling from his current position. His eyes search for anything that will tell him what put you in this condition. You avoid his gaze at all costs because once the floodgates open, there’s no holding back. You’ve burdened your roommate a lot this past year with rants, ranging from work-related things to your sad excuse of a love life—you don’t want to bother him with this, especially on Christmas Eve.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on, you know that, right?” Johnny gets into a more comfortable position, his palms pressing against the cold hardwood floor. He lifts his brow, which does a little thing to your heart. You curse it for reacting this way, always skipping for Johnny when you did your best to push those feelings aside. 

As sweet as he is, and no matter how well he treats you, he is just your roommate and best friend. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Maybe this is where your problem in your love life stems from. You hold such high expectations for men, simply because you live with the best of the best. When they don’t meet your expectations because they are not—and will never be Johnny Suh—you are left disappointed in others and in yourself. 

You sigh, knowing that Johnny will stay true to his word. “It’s over.”

Johnny’s brows crinkle in the middle, and he cocks his head to the side. “I thought things between you two were going well, though?”

You can’t help but let out a bitter laugh, “He didn’t remember anything I told him.” The more you think about it, the more distressed you become. “He–he really didn’t remember anything!” Your laugh turns into a pathetic cry.

Though the abrupt switch of emotions catches Johnny off guard, he doesn’t outwardly show it. He allows you to take your time to voice out your frustrations, never rushing you despite having somewhere to be. His brown eyes are filled with concern, but he doesn’t touch you; he just leaves you be.

“We decided to spend Christmas Eve together because we both have respective family things tomorrow, right? And since we’re still new, it didn’t feel right to attend a family party together. So he asked for a list of potential things to do, and I gave some to him.” You pause to laugh again, “I gave him a lot of ideas, actually. There was so much to choose from—ice skating, Christmas market, the Charles Dickens Faire, seeing the lights at the town square, all the cliche Christmas-y things you could imagine.”

You look up and shoot Johnny a defeated smile, “He did none of them.”

The frown Johnny wears deepens the more you talk. Having been your roommate and friend for three years now, he knows how much you enjoy the little things that the holidays bring. You love the atmosphere of outside Christmas markets–how lively and joyous everything feels despite the crowded chaos happening all around you. The sound of skates scraping against freshly smoothed ice. The smell of pine that overfloods your senses when you walk through a Christmas Tree farm. 

“He took me to a fancy restaurant downtown,” you start to explain. At first, it doesn’t sound too bad. “I felt unprepared, underdressed, and embarrassed. And of course, then we ran into his boss at the bar while waiting, so he basically ignored me the whole time they were setting up our table.”

“Then,” another laugh escapes you, “he takes the initiative and orders for me.”

A beat of silence passes. Johnny hangs onto your every word. “He ordered something I was allergic to. Something I’ve reiterated more than once since we started seeing each other.”

Knowing how severe your allergic reactions are, having helped you recover from one, Johnny understands the severity of that statement.  You watch as Johnny lets out a rough huff and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. His arms cross over his broad chest, long fingers digging deeply into tight sleeves. It crumples under his strong grip, but he pays no attention. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, the skin turning redder by the second. 

You’re sure that Johnny’s getting flashbacks to your last reaction—how he had to frantically dig through your bag to find your epipen before stabbing you in the thigh. His gaze hardens, and he lifts his chin, gesturing for you to continue. 

“That was the final straw,” you start.

“As it should be,” your roommate spits out with venom.

“I walked out shortly after, called a rideshare, waited ten minutes outside the restaurant while crying in front of the valet, and came straight home,” you look him in the eyes and defeatedly shrug, “and now I’m here.”

“Angel,” Johnny calls you with the softest tone. He takes your hand and rubs his thumb against your knuckles. “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to bother you because of the party,” you argue. Your red eyes follow the soft strokes of this thumb, soaking in how soothing it feels despite the pain in your heart. 

In one swift motion, you find yourself in Johnny’s warm embrace. His arms pull you forward, and you fall into his chest. He keeps you there in his arms as he rests his chin on your shoulder. When you melt into his hold, circling your arms around his neck, he whispers, “You’re never a bother.” It’s so faint that you almost miss it. 

You hold him a little tighter. “You’re just saying things to make me feel better.”

Johnny pulls away but holds your gaze. “You’re never a bother to me. Got it?” 

He says it with such resolution that you can’t help but believe it. You nod wordlessly, and he squeezes your waist in response. “Good.”

Your friend places a gentle kiss on your forehead, which comforts you but also makes your heart skip a beat, before standing up to his full height. He gives you a hand and slowly leads you down your short hallway. “Let’s go get you freshened up.”

“I’m not going anywhere, John.”

“And I’m not leaving you alone when you’re like this.”

You plant your sock-clad feet on the ground. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He pushes past your resistance by lifting you with ease and carries you bridal-style to your room. “You’re going to the party with me.”

“I’ll be fine,” you say in a fit of petty annoyance, slapping his large chest. 

“Don’t lie to me,” Johnny retaliates, “I know you hate being alone during the holidays.”

You look up at him with wonder. You never explicitly mentioned that fact; you just filled your time wisely with fun activities with friends. You didn’t think he would pick up on it. It didn’t matter if it was a simple game night or a whole night out, hopping from one Christmas-themed bar to another. Often, when you invite him to a holiday movie marathon, he’d join you without a second thought. 

“Plus, we don’t want to waste this pretty outfit of yours. You were so excited to wear it today.” Johnny gently sets you down in front of your bedroom door. “Is thirty minutes enough for you to get ready?”

You put up one last fight. “But you’re already late…”

“It’s alright, your presence will make up for it. My family loves you.” He sends a fond smile your way. A little shove to your shoulder gets you moving and doesn’t give you time to argue. “I’ll be waiting for you in the living room, angel.”

With no other choice, you do what your friend says. Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, you quickly assess the damage done to your face. With your makeup being unsalvageable, you wash it and start anew with a fresh canvas. Rushing through your usual routine, you dab foundation and concealer onto your skin. You wing your eyeliner, follow it up with a couple of mascara swipes, and then add blush to your cheeks. You finish off your look with your most flattering lipstick. 

Taking one last glance, it’s not the best look you’ve pulled off, but given the time crunch, it will do. With one spritz of setting spray and another of your signature perfume, you make your way out of your room. Johnny is exactly where he said he’d be, now with a cable knit sweater sitting on the couch with his phone in hand. As soon as he hears your footsteps, he looks up from his screen, and he flashes you the most gorgeous smile. “There’s my pretty girl.”

Johnny compliments you regularly, which you always refute, but tonight, you take it in stride. Being the honest person he is, the man has a hard time lying. You smile brightly at his words, your mood already brightening when he leads you through a little twirl.  

Beside him rest two overcoats, his black one and the khaki one you saved for special occasions. The knee-high boots you wore earlier rest by his feet. He slips his coat on with ease, looking like a dream as he does so. As you sit down to slip on your boots, he waits patiently at your side with your coat draped against his forearm. 

“I got your coat out of the closet, thought it would look good with your outfit,” he mentions as you grab it from his arm. “This is the one you always wear with your nice fits, right?”

You freeze for a moment, taking in what he says. Seeing you rendered speechless at his question, he helps you into your coat. “I’m going to get the car started. Can you grab the container on the counter before you lock up?”

You nod as he grabs his keys out of the bowl, “What did you make?”

“Pull apart garlic bread! It’s nothing special, but it’ll do,” he calls out while opening the door.

You curse. “It’s going to be gone the moment we set it down,” you whine, “I love your garlic bread.”

“That’s why I have a whole container set aside for you. I made extra for you to eat after your date, but I guess we’ll just eat it when we get back from the party,” Johnny laughs, looking over his shoulder. “Don’t forget to lock the door!”

Johnny quickly runs out the door of your apartment and down the flight of stairs. You can hear his grumbles about the cold slowly fading the further he gets. Aware that he is now more than an hour late to his family party, you should get moving. You stand in your empty apartment, shell-shocked at how much he did for you in the short time you’ve been home.

Of course, you’re a bit in love with Johnny Suh. If he treated anyone else with the amount of care, you’re sure they’d be too. 

When Johnny pulls up to his parents’ place, you’re still wondering whether or not you should be there. It’s not his birthday party or a random summer barbecue. It’s a time one spends time with your loved ones. Snow starts to fall as you step out of his car, and your friend rushes you inside with his hand resting on the small of your back.

His mother, not at all shocked to see you there like you thought she’d be, pulls you into a welcoming hug. The embrace is unexpected; you barely have time to move the bread away from getting squished. Johnny chuckles lightly as this all goes down and grabs the bread you’re so worried about. “Mom, please let her breathe.”

“Sorry, sorry,” his mom answers as she fusses over you. She lovingly brushes snow out of your hair as she lets you go. Her eyes wander from the top of your head to the bottom, taking in your outfit. “Gosh, always so pretty.” 

“Thank you, Auntie,” you flush, immediately taking off your coat. Johnny grabs that too, placing it on the overfilled coat hanger by the door. “Sorry, I didn’t come with presents this year.”

Mrs. Suh links arms with you as she leads you further into the house, her kindness overflowing with every passing second. With her never-ending hospitality on full display, it’s clear who Johnny takes after. “Oh, don’t worry about that at all. You know, I was so sad when John said you weren’t coming at first, but then he called to say you changed your mind. I’m so happy to see you, dear!”

“Happy to be here,” you reply shyly. She ushers you into the kitchen, pushing past the large crowd of family friends and relatives, where all the food is laid out in a buffet style on the counter. 

Johnny beat you to the kitchen, his coat off, and his smile wide as he catches up with his favorite cousin. Mark multitasks, engaging in a conversation while holding a shaker in his hand. The younger may not be the best cook, but he is a decent bartender at family parties. He’s an even better one without the kids and elderly around; however, now’s not the time to go too crazy.

Mark’s face lights up as you walk into the room. “Hey, there’s my favorite plus one! I was wondering if you were going to make an appearance.”

“What’s up, Marky?” you giggle. 

Instead of a hug, he hands you a glass he just finished preparing. “A drink for the lady.”

You take a sip and are surprised to taste your favorite cocktail. The familiar flavor slides down your throat, the warmness of the alcohol combating the cold weather outside. “How’d you know?”

Mark steals a glance at Johnny, who silently shakes his head. You don’t notice the short interaction, too busy enjoying the way the alcohol warms you up from the blaring cold. Mark brushes it off and chuckles, “Lucky guess.”

“Well, I’m going to need you to make me like three more of these throughout the night,” you joke.

Mark immediately retaliates with his wit, “I happily accept tips. I take cash or any sort of money transfer.”

“Shut up,” you lightly shove the boy. 

He reacts dramatically, clutching his arm and calling his cousin for help. “Yo, dude, your girl is hitting me.”

Heat rises in your neck and to your cheeks when you realize what Mark called you. The name isn’t completely out of pocket—after all, it’s not the first time someone from Johnny’s family assumed you were his. You are his, but not in that way—his best friend, his roommate. And although you’ve dated around, being Johnny’s completely and adding another notch to your belt wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

It’ll actually be the greatest thing, but knowing that he only takes care of you because you’re a friend,  you’re not brave enough to take that step. 

Johnny finds his place right beside you, one arm handing you a stacked plate of food while the other circles around your waist. “So? You probably deserved that.”

Mark huffs, “Rude.”

You take the plate Johnny offers you. “What’s this?”

Your roommate describes all the dishes he set aside for you. He points to a pile of stir-fried chicken. “This had some veggies you don’t like in it, and I did my best to scrape them off.” Johnny nonchalantly says as he takes a casual bite of his own food, “If there’s still some left, just leave it there, I’ll eat it later.”

“Oh,” you say, again surprised at how well he knows you, “thank you.”

He scrunches his nose, “It’s nothing.”

Johnny says it’s nothing, but to you, it’s everything.

Once the chaos of game time calmed down, the crowd breaks into tinier congregations. The younger adults, including you and Johnny, claim the living room. His female cousins squish themselves onto the long L-shaped couch, dragging you along with them. You don’t mind it at all; you get along with his cousins quite well. 

The only thing bothering you was the length of your skirt. So used to sitting with at least one leg crossed or folded while on the couch, you can’t find a comfortable way to sit. You envy the girls who chose to wear pants to the party; they’re able to sit however they want without a care in the world. Grabbing your coat from the entryway is an option, but the house is too packed—you don’t want to fight your way through the throng of people. 

Sighing, you sit with your legs pressed together and grab Johnny’s small crossbody. You place it at the end of your short skirt and keep it in place with your hands. It’s not the most ideal cover, but you’ll make do with what you have. Now feeling a bit more comfortable, you jump back into the conversation. Fully attuned to Joy’s travel adventures, you don’t notice Johnny slipping further into the house.

Halfway through Joy’s story, Johnny comes back and wordlessly drapes a plush blanket onto your lap. You feel the fluffy texture before you can even process what it is. Your hands grip the fabric, and you take a closer look at what became your saving grace—worn-out Pikachus and Pokeballs cover the entirety of the blanket. Judging by the print, you know exactly who this belongs to. 

You glance up at the owner, who towers above you. “This is a relic.” 

“Shut up,” he groans as he plops onto the armrest next to you. 

With something covering your lower half, you’re now able to shift to a better position. You fold one leg and lean back into the cushions. Your best friend’s arm naturally drapes across your back, and it becomes the perfect headrest for you.

“God, that’s so weird, man,” Mark says out of nowhere while sipping on another drink.

Your ears perk up. “What is?”

“He’s so sweet to you,” Mark points out, gesturing to the blanket Johnny grabbed just for you. “Never seen him like this before.”

You try to brush it off. “I’m sure he’s been like this with girls he’s brought home before, yeah?” You pinch Johnny’s side, trying to get him to agree, but his lips are sealed. He refuses to make eye contact with you.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but not to this extent? At least, I don’t think s—” Mark’s words are cut off by Wendy’s hiss.

“Leave them alone, Markus,” she scolds him. She sends a smile your way. “I think the way he takes care of you is really cute.”

Johnny’s not the type to get embarrassed often, and yet, he does his best to change the topic. “Hey, Wen. You went on a trip to Europe, right? You didn’t post much about it. Where’d you go?”

Seeing right through him, Wendy playfully glares at her younger cousin. You laugh at this exchange as Wendy goes along with the flow of the conversation. “I just went around London and Paris. One week per city.”

As soon as Wendy talks about her trip, your eyes brighten with curiosity. Like Johnny’s cousin, who's known for having at least one international trip a year, you’ve made your way around the world as well. You’ve traveled so much this year, your friends joke that you’ve been on more flights than dates. It came to a stop once you started dating the guy, but with how it all worked out, the teasing will probably pick back up again. Knowing they don’t mean any harm, you take their teasing in stride. Plus, traveling the world is a privilege, and you’re honored to have experienced a vast amount of cultures.

“How’d you like it?” you ask, leaning forward to catch Wendy’s every word. “I’m actually going on a London, Paris, Amsterdam trip in the summer, so I want to know everything!”

Wendy immediately whips out her phone to walk you through her itinerary. You scroll through her pictures and take notes on your own phone. As she answers all of your questions, you miss Johnny eyeing you fondly. He does it absentmindedly, not even aware of it. He also doesn’t notice how his bulky arm slides from the back of the couch and naturally circles your waist. His fingers draw little shapes onto your blanket-covered lap. 

Joy, who never misses a thing, catches it pretty quickly. She elbows Mark and draws attention to how Johnny holds you close. 

Being the little devil he is, Mark pulls his phone out to sneak a picture. Before he taps the screen, Joy and Mark watch how you instinctively sink into Johnny’s side. The hand that’s not holding your phone slides over to play with Johnny’s fingers. Mark snaps the picture right then. He finds himself grinning at the photo, but doesn’t send it to his favorite cousin, opting to save it for a rainy day. It’ll come in handy one day; however, tonight is not the night. 

“You went to Europe, too, right? I saw your Instagram posts! Was it Italy and Austria?” Wendy asks once she’s done recapping her trip. 

You nod enthusiastically. 

“You went during March, right?” Wendy continues, trying to remember when you posted. “I swear you posted something then.”

You actually went to Europe during the past summer—March was another international trip—but the detail is so minute that you see no need to correct her. You nod again, “Yeah, that trip was fun! I really enjoyed it.”

Johnny interrupts the conversation with a furrowed brow, “Wait, you went to the Caribbean during March. Your Europe trip was in June.”

“Oh, right, right,” you say. “Silly me.”

Johnny continues to boast about your travels proudly, “Yeah, she started in Venice, made her way to two cities in Austria, and then it was Munich, yeah?”

You turn towards him, amazed at his memory. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. Spent like two days over there.” You shift your gaze to Wendy. “I crossed swimming through the Eisbach River off my bucket list.”

“How’d you like that?” your fellow travel enthusiast asks. It was her turn to hang onto your every word. “I was thinking Germany for next year.”

“Oh, it was so amazing! The weather was just right, and I jumped off this low bridge—it was super cool! I’d definitely go back just to do that again.”

Wendy smiles, “Adding it to my list then. Where else did you go?”

You clap your hands, reminiscing about the best part of your trip. “I headed over to Switzerland and visited two cities there: Lucerne and Engelburg. Lucerne was nice, but Mt. Titlis in Engelberg–”

“Yo, did she say Tit-lis? Tits?” Mark whispers loudly, eyes widening. Joy slaps his side. 

“–and went on this crazy suspension bridge that was like 10,000 feet in the air!”

The small group of cousins gasp at the height reveal. “Weren’t you scared?” Joy asks, taking your phone as you pull up the picture of you at the top of the mountain.

“Oh my god, I hate heights, but I was already there, so I forced myself to go on it,” you shrug while taking a sip of your drink, “I mean, I’m probably never going back there again. It would’ve been a shame if I didn’t go, right?”

Johnny breaks his hand away from yours to ruffle your hair affectionately. “I’m proud of you, angel.”

You scrunch your nose at him as a quiet thanks. “That’s pretty much it. I guess you can say I ended my trip with a bang.”

The hand playing with your hair pauses. Johnny turns to you, “Wait, I thought you visited one more country during this trip.”

“What?” you ask, slowly racking your brain for any detail you missed. 

Your friend snaps his fingers. “Yeah, didn’t you guys do a quick stop at the smallest country in the world or something like that? You mentioned something about paying to get your passport stamped there?”

His sentence jogs your memory. That portion was so short, so insignificant compared to the rest of your trip, you forgot all about it. Yet here Johnny—who never went on the trip–sits, recalling moments that you mentioned to him in passing. Again, you’re beyond amazed by his memory. “Yeah, our tour bus stopped by Leichenstein for thirty minutes.”

When the group shoots you confused looks, you explain even further, “It’s the sixth smallest country in the world, and the whole place is around 16 miles long. We just stopped long enough to get a souvenir stamp in our passports and to buy tiny souvenirs. I didn’t even take a picture there.”

“Right, that!” Johnny points a finger at you. 

You purse your lips at him. “How’d you remember all that?”

Your roommate, suddenly aware of all the eyes on him, brushes it off like it’s no big deal. “I just remember a lot of things about you.”

Being the mood maker, Johnny usually feeds off the attention he receives. This time, you realize, he strays away from it. He draws his cousins away from the little moment you’re having, busying himself with finding his bag. He stands up, his warmth and woodsy scent going along with him, as he searches the area.“It’s been a minute since we had the whole group together. We need a new picture. Angel, do you know where my bag is?”

You pull his bag from under your blanket. “It’s right here.”

“Can you get my camera? It should be somewhere in there,” he calls over his shoulder, “I’m gonna find someone to take the picture.”

“I’m right here, though. I can do it,” you shoot back.

“And I want you in the picture, too,” Johnny says firmly before he steps out.

“Fine,” you groan, tugging the zipper of his bag open. The small bag doesn’t have much in it, but it’s still a task to dig through in the dim lighting. You take his things out one by one—his wallet, his car keys that are attached to a keychain you bought him while in Austria, a chapstick, and an external battery. The next thing you find is something you don’t expect to see mixed with his belongings; it’s an epipen, one that’s identical to the one you carry in your bag. You stare at it in confusion as Johnny makes his way back into the room with his father in tow.

“Did you find it?” Johnny asks.

In a panic, you reach back into his bag to finally pull out his digital camera. “Here it is!” You hand it over to Johnny, who quickly gives his dad a rundown of how it works. 

Your roommate motions for everybody to squeeze into the frame. Joy and Wendy scoot closer to you while Mark situates himself in front of the sofa. Once Johnny’s satisfied with the setup, he holds the camera exactly where he wants it and gestures to his dad to take over. He quickly slides his back to his place on the armrest, draping his arm over your shoulders. You lean into him almost immediately, grinning for the camera once Mr. Suh starts his countdown. 

Johnny’s dad takes a total of four pictures, taking his sweet time to press the shutter in between each shot. Tired of holding your smiles, you all hope that at least one picture turns out well. Johnny snaps a few more candids shortly after, as well as one final shot of you all clinking your drinks together. 

After putting his camera away, Johnny checks the time on his smart watch. He’s shocked to read that it’s 11:15 pm. It doesn’t matter that much to him since his family chooses to celebrate on Christmas Eve, but he knows that you have a long day ahead. Despite it being late, he knows that you’ll still push to stay a bit longer to hang out with his cousins, only for you to regret it later. So, he makes the executive decision for you.

He rests a hand on your shoulder, and you reach up to grab it. “Hey, so we gotta get going. It’s getting pretty late.”

You pout at him.

“Don’t give me that look, you have an early day with your family tomorrow,” he scolds you.

Your lip twitches in annoyance. “But I’m having fun.”

“If we stay, you’ll be cranky in the morning,” he says, slowly pulling the blanket off your lap. Shifting his attention to his cousins, he asks, “You guys understand, right?”

Being the oldest, Wendy answers for the group. “You guys are good.” 

She gets up to give you a long hug, pulling you in close. “Don’t be a stranger, okay? We love having you around.”

“Of course, I’ll be here as long as Johnny invites me,” you reply, reciprocating the hug.

Just before she lets you go, she whispers something incredibly sweet in your ear. “Thanks for making him happy.”

You withdraw from the hug, head cocked to the side at Wendy’s implication. “But I’m not doing anything, we’re not like that.”

“I know,” she shoots you a wink before directing you towards the other two cousins. Mark gives you a bear hug, practically lifting you, and pestering you to come to their family's New Year’s party. Joy helps you escape from his tight grasp, pulling you into a softer hug and making you promise to hang out with her sometime during the upcoming year. 

It takes you approximately fifteen minutes to get to the door as you say your goodbyes. Johnny’s sweet mother shoves a bag of leftovers into your hands, which Johnny graciously takes. She walks you to the doorway, nagging Johnny with a couple of last-minute things, and you giggle when he mocks her with his back turned. He reassures her that there’s no need to walk you all the way to his car, since it’s parked down the street, and she leaves you with one long embrace.

The front door closes behind you, leaving you and Johnny alone for the first time in hours. Your best friend finishes shrugging his coat on and begins his descent down the porch steps. You softly call out his name, making him stop in place. When he realizes you’re not following behind him, Johnny runs back up with a concerned look on his face.

“What’s wrong, angel? Did you not have fun?” he asks, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Why are you assuming something’s wrong?” you shoot back.

“You have that look on your face,” he points out.

“What look?”

His warm palms reach up to cup your face in his hands. Johnny’s thumbs first stroke the apples of your cheeks, then stretch to smooth out your wrinkled brows. “The one where you think too hard.”

The laugh you let out is an embarrassed one. “That obvious, huh?”

“Maybe not to others, but it’s obvious to me,” Johnny chuckles. One of his hands tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear; the action is so minuscule, and yet, it’s enough to feel a little giddy inside. 

“You know me too well,” you whisper.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing,” he answers back quickly. There’s no true bite behind his words, but there is an underlying desperation. Johnny searches your eyes, never looking away, even when you falter. 

“It’s not! It’s just…” You try your best to find your words. There are a lot of feelings stirring within you—appreciated because you feel seen, nervous to have someone see right through your every word, relieved that someone knows you so well, comforted that you have someone to rely on, and yet, sad that this diamond in the rough is not yours to have. 

“Why do you have an epipen in your bag? You don’t have any allergies.” You ask the question even though you already know the answer. You just need verbal confirmation from the man himself. 

“Just in case something happens to you,” Johnny replies as if it’s no big deal to him, as if it’s second nature to take care of you. “I always carry the extra one you have in the kitchen with me every time we go out.”

It’s the exact answer you’re expecting, and it still renders you speechless. “You–why?”

Your friend takes a moment to gather his thoughts. He exhales, pulling away from you to run his fingers through his styled hair. He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself before a sound can come out. Taking another deep breath, Johnny smiles a tight smile. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”

You step towards him, surprised at how stressed your roommate looks. “Do what?”

“Tell you just how much I care about you,” he says defeatedly. The smile he wears forms into a gentler one that makes your heart flutter. Johnny looks you directly in the eyes when he says, “Because I care about you so much, angel.”

“You do?” you ask quietly, playing with the ends of your sleeves.

“Of course, I do,” he laughs, pulling you into an embrace. Your face squishes into his chest, breathing in the woodsy cologne you bought him on his last birthday. Your heart aches to leap out of your chest and finds its way to its rightful owner—the very man in front of you. “Would I memorize every little thing about you if I didn’t?”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gaze up at him with a hopeful look. “Sounds like you’re obsessed with me.”

Johnny’s large hand comes up to cup the back of your head. His bright brown eyes shine with complete and utter adoration as he confesses the underlying reason for his utmost care,  “Or maybe I’m just in love with you.”

You want to laugh—out of frustration for not figuring it out sooner, out of relief that your roommate feels the same way. Johnny Suh is the embodiment of the idea that to be loved is to be seen. Since you’ve known him, he’s figured you out completely and set an impossibly high standard. He ruined dating for you because he’s been what you’ve been looking for all along. You want to laugh out of complete, utter joy because you love him, too.

Johnny’s sweet confession has you grinning from ear to ear. “Guess what?”

He pinches your cheek. “I tell you I’m practically in love with you, and you want to play a guessing game?”

“Just guess!” you giggle, bringing your other arm around his shoulders. You play with the ends of Johnny’s short hair, sending shivers down his spine. 

“Chicken butt,” he plays along, sending you into a fit of laughter.

“I was actually going to say,” you pause for a moment and bring his face a little closer to yours. Resting a hand on his broad chest to keep yourself steady, you stand on your tiptoes, just enough to reach his lips. You stop a breath away from his lips to whisper, “I love you, too.”

You pull away to see Johnny’s handsome face light up. He’s as bright as the North Star, the guiding light that always leads you home. You may have been lost in the past, moving from person to person to find the love that you were seeking. After many following different trials, you’re finally able to walk the path that leads you straight to the person who made you feel at home. 

Unable to hide his joy, Johnny looks up. He lets out a loud laugh before gesturing for you to follow his gaze. Directly above you hangs a mistletoe. 

“Are you going to kiss me now?” you tease.

“Only if you promise to be mine,” Johnny replies with an indefinite amount of fondness leaking through his words.

“Cross my heart,” you mutter before tugging him down to your level. His plush lips meet yours most sweetly. The hand in your hair holds you in place, while his free arm coils around your waist. You tilt your head, following Johnny’s lead as he breaks one kiss and immediately dives in for another. There’s no rush behind his kisses—they’re slow, deliberate, and the best way to convey how his heart beats for you. 

You love the way Johnny kisses you between a giggle and a smile, refusing to let you out of his grasp. 

You love how he ends the kiss, placing one last peck on your forehead before rocking you back and forth in a warm embrace.

You love how the lipstick you wore is now smudged against his pretty skin, branding him as yours. You also love the way he bats your hand away from his face, preventing you from wiping away your proof of kisses. 

Most importantly, you love the way Johnny loves you. He loves you loudly, shouting it out to anyone who’ll hear him. He loves you softly, remembering all the little things that no one else does. Because of this, you promise to love him endlessly. 

You’re absolutely in love with Johnny Suh and all his little things. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE. hey! i know this isn't the cruise!au i've been going on and on about (still a work in progress, i swear) but i saw a tiktok that basically inspired this whole thing. a big thank you to @aquarius-johnny and @taelme for bouncing ideas back and forth with me! forever grateful to my johnny girlies. it may not be my best work (wrote it in two days) but i hope this brings you joy this holiday season! please tell me what you think with a comment, a reblog, or an ask! i miss hearing from you all! check out my other holiday fics: all my loving (johnny) | where are you, christmas? (jaehyun) | the midnight kiss (jaehyun) | when the ball drops, my heart stops (mark) | my xmas wish come true (mark) | risk it all (haechan, rated m) | a day of firsts (jaehyun)

For Johnny, today was just a normal day. A new day, a new villain. Fighting against villains were part of his day ever since he got powers. So, nothing special.

But for you? For you today was anything but normal. You weren’t even supposed to be in New York. Not now. Not ever. You never even wanted to come here. But when two weeks ago, your boss offered you a promotion at work, you couldn’t say no to it. Less paperwork, more money. How could you say no to something like that. You were happy that you got that promotion. There was one problem. Your boss only told you later that your new office will be in the New York's department. That's how you ended up in New York.

Luckily, you found an apartment pretty soon. Which meant you could move to New York soon. Your parents even helped you move your belongings into your new home. So, you're living in New York for two weeks now. Yet you still couldn't unpack everything. You still tried to get used to everything. Your new co-workers, the new office, your new home.

You barely knew your way to work, and your way back home. Sometimes you even got a little lost on your way home. Today was no different. You got lost again.

"I can't believe I got lost again" you muttered to yourself as you tried to find your way back. But you just got lost even more. You didn't know where you come from or where you're going.

You got so lost that sometimes, you ended up in a battlefield. Just a usual day in New York, you would think. But now, you're in the middle of it. You saw the Fantastic Four and the villains too.

Maybe, on another day, you would just stare at Johnny Storm. Like you usually did. He was your favorite from the Fantastic Four.

Like he was many other women favorite. He was hot. And everyone knew it. Even Johnny knew it himself.

Today, you didn't wanna get lost in your daydreaming about him. But he was so close and seeing him fight just made him even hotter. But you shouldn’t be staring right now. You were in the middle of the battlefield, where you could get hurt anytime. You were so lost in thought, you didn't even notice that the railway above you broke and started falling. But when you noticed it was too late. You looked up and saw the metal pieces falling so you squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the inevitable.

But it didn’t come. You didn't die. You felt the wind against your cheeks and warm, strong arms around your body. You slowly opened your eyes and saw blue eyes staring at you.

"It's okay. You're safe now" Johnny said as you just stared at him. Is it possible that his voice sounded even hotter in real life? And that he looked sexier this close?

You couldn’t believe you're in Johnny Storm's arms. The one and only Johnny Storm saved your life. You're never going to forget this. A small smile appeared on your face but as fast as it came, it disappeared. If you're in his arms, and you feel the wind it means he's flying. So, he's meters above the ground.

You looked down and immediately started panicking. You hated heights. You were scared of it. And now, you were pretty high. You let out a little scream and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck to hold onto him.

"Hey... it’s okay. I got you. You're safe" he said softly.

"I'm not really friends with heights" you admitted quietly and looked at him, hoping that it'll give you some comfort.

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna drop you or anything, sweetheart. Just take you somewhere safer" he said and tightened his arms around you. And you believed him. His words calmed you down a little because you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You were so focused on trying to calm down, you didn't even notice the nickname he called you.

After you were far enough from the battlefield, Johnny set you down on the ground. You hated how much you missed the feeling of his arms around you. You didn't even know him, how could he have such a big effect on you?

"Thank you" you said quickly.

"You're welcome, sweetheart" he said then he flew off. You just stared after him as you felt that your cheeks heat up when your brain registered that he just called you 'sweetheart'.

You're never going to forget this day.