#johnny request

Johnny had a package of your favorite food with him as he was guided to the set by a crew member.

He had come to visit you during your shoot. It has been this way for the two months. He would come whenever he could before lunchtime, and bring you food so you and him could have the lunch in your trailer, spend some time with eachother. Being best friends for more than a decade had its advantages.

Today was nothing new. Except that hee had determined that he would ask you put on a proper date.

He knew maybe you'd turn him down seeing how you've been friends for the past fifteen years. And also the fact that there was a 15 years age gap between you two. You met him when you co-starred with him in one of Tim Burton's movies. From then on, you became best of friends. Staying with him through thick and thin, talked him out of his stress, helped him when he had severe anxiety, held him close to you. You were basically his calm in the storm.

The fans loved your friendship too. All these facts but Johnny believed maybe, just maybe he would have a chance with you. Stupid idiot heart, he cursed under his breath.

When they reached the set, he saw you on your chair on your phone.

He thanked the crew and proceeded towards you. He kept quite standing behind you and screamed in your ear making you jump form the chair.

"JOHNNY!" You shouted with a smile.

You pulled him in for a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around him. He hasn't came a song day for the past week. You thought he stopped your cute little ritual understanding he had works of his own. When in reality he was just arguing with himself contemplating whether or not he should ask you on a date.

"I missed you. Where have you been? Moreover how are you? You haven't even texted me this week."

He chuckled kissing the top of your head. "I was busy, Y/n." He looked around the studio, people still rushing to do their work. "Isn't it time for the lunch break?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. We have to film a shot then we could have the break."He nodded.

He was talking to you as usual when he spotted Chris Evans walking towards the two of you.

He had met Chris in one of your Marvel movie premiers. They became fast friends. Johnny liked him, lovely bloke. But the fact that he was working with you on a project togethe made him a bit jealous.

It wouldn't have mattered to him if this was a year ago but ever since Johnny accepted his feelings for you, things changed. He died everyday to tell you his feelings and seeing Chris at present, he once again contemplated if he should or shouldn't ask you out. The chances are you and Chris are together. I mean, you and Chris look perfect for each other.

"What's up, Captain Jack Sparrow?" Chris shook his hand with Johnny's.

Johnny smiled in courtesy. "Not bad, Captain Rogers."

The two began to chat and you stood there smiling, occassionally piping in.

The directors announced to summon you and Chris on set. "Okay, John-John. We'll be back in like twenty minutes." You kissed Johnny on the cheek as you waved goodbye.

Johnny stood there with a smile in his face watching you do your work wonderfully. What he didn't knew was, there was a kissing scene with you and Chris.

He saw Chris pull you in by the waist and connected his lips with your plump ones. A pang of jealousy hit him.

After a few minutes the director yelled cut and you parted with Chris. To dissolve the awkwardness, Chris pulled you for a hug. It wasn't something new that you had to kiss him, but everytime it made you shy. Chris knew that.

You sighed in deeply, enjoying Chris' brotherly embrace. What you didn't notice, Johnny had clenched his jaw hard. Trying his very best to not act out. Of course he knew you were an actress and it was your job. And he hoped there were no emotions attached.

"Mr. Loverman over there is fuming, Y/n", he smirked.

You pulled yourself from the embrace and faced Johnny quickly, seeing him smile at you from distance. "Oh shut up, Evans," you smacked his arm playfully.

The lunch break was announced. You bid Chris bye as he went out to have his lunch. He knew you would have your lunch with Johnny.

You skipped over to Johnny. "How did it look?" You asked.

Johnny hesitated for a moment. "Great as usual, darling," he said.

You both stood there awkwardly. It seemed to you as if Johnny wanted to say something but wasn't quite to able to formulate the words. His face gave it away.

"You want to say something, Johnny?"

He shifted his weight form one feet to the other. "Uhh...yes actually." He paused a moment. "I was wondering...would you go out for dinner tonight? Not like our usual friend dinner date. More like...oh fuck it. I love you Y/n and I'm not able to keep that to myself anymore. You don't have to say it—"

He was cut off by your pink lips on his. It caught him by surprise, not being able to react. Feeling him not kiss you back, you thought you'd done a big mistake and began to push yourself off him when his hands clasped over your waist, pulling you in deeper. Wrapping your arms 'round his neck, the kiss began to grow hotter.

You parted from the kiss slowly, remembering people were still there. He pressed his forehead against yours, smiling brightly.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He laughed. "Oh God yes. I've smitten by you from the moment I saw you Johnny. I love you i love you I love you."

The sweet moment was broken when claps erupted thorough the studio. Turning around, you saw the crew and other actors clapping and smilling at the two of you. Your cheeks reddened and tried to hide your face in Johnny's chest.

Chris came forward. "Finally. My ship has sailed." He laughed.

Johnny laughed alongside him. "Oh Evans, shut up," you giggled.

You jolted awake at the sound of your alarm, gasping as you sat up in your room, the empty room greeting you as you pushed sweaty hair away from your face. You touched your cheeks, shaking your head in embarrassment as they burned at your palms, shoving the blankets off as you made towards your bathroom to shower. 

You and Johnny had managed to get along more than you had expected, resulting in an unprecedented friendship. You tried to keep your face as stern as usual, but it was hard when you made eye contact with the other man across the room, who would stick out his tongue or gag whenever your boss spoke, making you stifle a giggle into your coffee cup. 

The two of you agreed to carpool, one week being you and the other being his, opting to spend more time with each other to prepare for whatever hell your boss would only subject to you and not your work friend.

Johnny was kind hearted, gentle despite his size and build, and thoughtful. He listened to your concerns with genuine interest as he would try to make you feel better earnestly by taking you out to a bar to drink away issues or to just sit in a car and eat ice cream. He was a good friend, only making you feel guilty that you were so quick to judge him before. 

However, you never saw him as anything other than just a friend, so your dream from this morning comes to a shock to you, feeling a bit uncomfortable as you try to shake the thought from your head. You’d be stupid to say that Johnny wasn’t attractive, because that wasn’t the case at all. In fact, Johnny was…incredibly attractive. He was tall, but muscular. His proportions were perfect, broad shoulders to long legs, as he looked perfect in his work suit and in casual wear when you hung out during the weekend. But to find…Johnny…sexually…

“Oh God, gross,” you deflect, shuddering while you dried your hair. 

You pull on your clothes quickly, running around your apartment to gather your bag and your necessities for the day as you grabbed your keys. It was your week to carpool this time around, but seeing that today was Friday, Johnny’s week would be this upcoming Monday. 

You sat in your car and texted Johnny that you were on your way, turning the ignition to start and pulling out of the parking garage, driving the now familiar route to his apartment as you parked in front of his building. 

He was already waiting at the front entrance, a wide smile on his face as he carried a cup of coffee, opening the car door with his free hand before dropping inside. 

“Good morning!” He greeted cheerily, handing you his cup, “here, try this.”

“What…is it?”

“Coffee, weirdo.” Johnny smiled, watching you take a sip from the cup and frowning when a strange aftertaste hit your tongue. 

“Johnny…is this Irish cream?”

“Surprise!’

“Are you trying to kill me?” You gagged, shoving the cup back into his hands. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a little day drinking,” He defended, taking a sip out of the discarded cup. “It’s Friday.”

“It’s fucking 10 am.”

“On a Friday.” 

You roll your eyes and put your attention to driving, chatting with Johnny about the night before. He told you nothing eventful happen after you both left work last night, and that he contemplated adopting a dog when he got home. He didn’t get very far, apparently, as he remembered the pet fee in his building. 

You really didn’t pay much attention to him, your mind wandering as you gave out supportive oh’s and really? At stoplights, you would watch his hands and how they flexed on his thighs, veins apparent as he fisted and relaxed them every time he was trying to make a point. 

You wonder how they would feel around your throat. 

“Oh fuck—“ You blinked, snapping out of your reverie when you heard a car honk at you for staying still at a green light. Johnny laughed at you and wondered why your head was in the clouds today as you blamed it on the rainy weather. 

“Do you still want to go out to the bars tonight?” He asked innocently, gauging your response as your nodded. 

“Sure. Right after work or…?”

“We can go home to freshen up if you want. Get rid of your old lady outfit.”

You pouted, looking down at your outfit, “you think I look like an old lady?”

“Maybe…not an old lady. Maybe an angry, hot librarian.”

You snort, side glancing at the man sat next to you, “you think I’m hot?”

Johnny cleared his throat before placing his coffee in the cup holder. Perhaps the alcohol in the Irish creme was incriminating him, “I’m not blind.”

Before either of you could dwell on it any longer, you arrived at the parking garage at the company, stepping outside the muggy air as you walked together towards the entrance. Of course, due to Johnny’s popularity, he was often pulled to the side to talk about weekend plans. The secretaries at the front desk made sure to pull him over to talk about a party they were having and that they were inviting him, only for Johnny to pull you by your shoulder and ask if you were invited too. 

You stared at your feet, trying to pull away from the man’s hold only to have him pull you closer. The secretaries had no choice but to invite you, awkwardly laughing and hoping for Johnny to come, even though you both knew that you had plans for that weekend. 

Following into the elevator, you had the rare chance of sharing it alone to yourselves, watching the numbers increase. 

“Why did you ask them to invite me?” You asked in a small voice. 

Johnny blinked, tilting his head, “why wouldn’t I? I want you to come.”

“I thought we were going to see a movie that same night?”

The other man brightened, a smile on his face, “oh yeah! I forgot! Never mind, I’ll just tell them we’re not going.”

You wanted to tell Johnny that he could always reschedule the movie if he wanted. You didn’t want to hold him down if he wanted to have fun at a party, but before you could say anything, the doors to the elevator opened and you had switched to the same, cold, finance director. 

The way your desks were set up, you were on one corner of the office while Johnny’s desk was sat on the other side of the office, facing you but leaving a small sliver in between the wall and his computer monitor for him to peek at you. You found yourself looking at that peek more now, as he would send you silent messages with his face or handwritten notes on his small whiteboard. You happened to peer over when your boss was talking to him, watching as he nodded his head and looked at the screen. Your eyes strained to look at the tiniest of notes, giggling when you saw a small help me :( . 

“Y/n?”

You jumped at the sound of Doyoung calling for you, standing next to your desk as you blinked at your assistant director, “oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You shook you head, smiling at him, “No, it’s fine. Is there something you need?”

Johnny finished his conversation with the section chief to look back over at you, hoping to send you an annoyed face from his last conversation only to see you engaged with whatever Doyoung was telling you. He watched the gentle curve of your nose and cheeks, noticing how anytime you had a suggestion you would tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His heart threatened to stop when he saw you smile, a small but bright smile that sent his brain into hysterics, the same smile that made him dizzy and the same smile that was always followed with a touch to his shoulder. 

His eyebrows furrowed when your face turned serious, watching as Doyoung sat next to you to look over something. What were you talking about? Was it serious? Is something wrong? Johnny watched as you stood up, taking Doyoung’s shoulder and walking away from your desk  and leading him to a secluded section. Johnny swallowed harshly and grimaced at the jealousy settling in his stomach, leaning against his chair and only hoping that you would tell him later on to help settle his nerves. 

“How are you holding up?” You asked Doyoung gently. No one was around the lounge during the first few hours of work, everyone working intensely on deadlines to be thinking about taking a break. All except your assistant director, who was tired as he was saddened by recent events in his life. 

“I’m..here, I guess. My brother is feeling better, thankfully. My mom, however…”

You bit you lip, “Doyoung, you know you can ask me if you need some time off, right? I understand. I can pick up extra work. Everyone loves you, we want to make sure you’re okay,”

“I would hate to put you in that position though—“

“I would hate to put you in a position where you had to pick between your family and your job,” you interrupted. “Seriously, if you need to take a few days, start today. It’s not like we’re ever short staffed in the finance department anyway.”

“You sure?”

“Positive,” you gave a smile, wrapping your arms around his waist as he hugged your shoulders. “Get some rest, you need it. Let me know when you feel better.”

“Thank you.” 

You pat Doyoung on the back, squeezing his arm as you watched him leave. You turned around and bumped into Johnny, cursing again as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Fuck, Johnny,” you hissed. The taller man laughed and walked towards the coffee machine. 

“Sorry. I needed a pick-me-up that wasn’t alcoholic,” he lied. There wasn’t anything he hated more than office coffee. 

“So do I,” you sighed, leaning against the counter and rubbing your temples. You smiled when Johnny handed you the first cup, his hand resting on the back of your neck as he squeezed gently. You smiled at the touch, leaning into his hold as you took a sip. 

“Everything okay?”

“Everything is okay,” you reassured, a gentle smile on your lips. “Don’t worry.”

It was that same smile again. Johnny bit his tongue to fight the urge to pull you into a kiss, what with you mewling in his hand. He took a deep breath instead, rubbing your back before he pulled away to grab his own coffee. 

“Shall we?” He asked, prompting his way out the door. 

You frowned, not ready for the work that was waiting for you now that you were down a person, “we might as well.” 

The end of the work shift rolled around faster than you expected, instantly grateful for a fast work day as they were rare the more you worked. You glanced over at Johnny before walking over to his desk, your head next to his as you watched him log off with a sigh. You smiled and faced him, your lips ghosting his ear. 

“How’s that report?” You teased. 

“I’ll send it tomorrow,” he grumbled. 

You laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

You froze when you realize what you did. Johnny met your eyes with widened ones before you turned on your heel, hoping that he would forget what happened and dismiss it. 

“We should go!” You pressed, grabbing his arm. 

Johnny gave a giddy grin as you pulled him out of the office, his head spinning from a simple kiss to his forehead. Oh how he would beg for just one more touch. 

You drop Johnny off at his apartment, agreeing to meet up at nine o’clock at the bar. Johnny wanted to bring up the kiss again, but he didn’t want to press into it, instead, he opted on on kissing your forehead next, making you jump in surprise. 

“Now we’re even,” he grinned, “I’ll see you at nine!”

You threw an empty coffee cup at him, cursing at him when he successfully dodged it. You watched him wave with a smile before you drove off to your apartment, desperately attempting to silence your pounding heart. 

“Calm down,” you said to yourself, a smile forcing its way through your lips either way. 

When you got home, the first thing you did was peel your clothing off at the door, making your way back to the shower to rid yourself of all the work tension that had built up that day. You sigh and press your fingertips into your shoulder, wondering how wonderful it would feel to have Johnny to relive the pressure in your joints, his bow shaped lips pressing kisses to the skin. In contrast to earlier, you allowed your mind to wander to the dream you had this morning and imagine his hands on your waist, his strong chest pressed against your back as kissed your neck and back. 

Fine. You’ll admit that you’re attracted to your friend, but that was as far as it was going to go. 

Before your thoughts could get any deeper, you pull yourself out of the shower, running a comb through your hair hastily as you prepped you face up for make up. You dried your hair in the meantime, standing around your apartment naked before pulling an oversized shirt, giving yourself a second glance in the mirror. 

What…would Johnny’s shirts look like on me? You asked quietly. You watched yourself blush at the thought, smiling before going back to putting on your make up. 

It took you an hour and a half with distractions to finally complete your makeup, choosing your outfit next as you pulled on a tight A-Line skirt that hugged your hips comfortably, resting just above the middle of your thigh before you pulled on your shirt, a black, sweetheart neck shirt, your hand resting against your cleavage as you felt a bit embarrassed at the display of skin. You decided to straighten your hair then, attempting to use your long hair to hide it only to find that it looked better sleeked and behind your ears, showing your neck. 

A deep breath and a smile in the mirror decided you were ready to leave. You glanced at the time, grabbing a random jacket before walking to the taxi that you reserved, taking you to the bar that was near your apartment. 

You don’t know why you felt so nervous, your heart pounding against your chest as you thanked the taxi driver for the ride. You paid and tipped him earnestly, stepping outside in your heels as you waited awkwardly at the front door for your friend. You make eye contact with a few coworkers, quickly turning around and clenching your eyes before you hear your name gently called. 

You opened your eyes to see Johnny, look sleek in a black dress up shirt and matching pants. You smiled in relief, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. 

“You…uh…” Johnny felt his ears burn as he racked in his brain for a compliment that could fit the way you looked. The truth of the matter was that you looked too beautiful, so incredibly gorgeous and stunning that left the man stupid.

“You look beautiful,” he decided on holding back on cheesy comments and feeling happy that it made you smile. 

“Thanks,” you beamed. “You don’t look too bad either.”

“There are people from work there, do you want to go to this bar instead?” 

“Yes please,” you nod, leaning into his hold as you walk towards the bar over. You sit across from him and watch as he ordered drinks and appetizers, the alcohol approaching first as he poured soju in a few glasses, handing you one he lifted his cup in hand. 

“Here’s to another week of work done,” he chanted, “only the rest of our lives to go.”

You laughed, clinking your drinks together before downing the drink in one go. 

The two of you continue to drink and laugh as you tear through appetizers and bottles of alcohol. Johnny had moved to your side of the booth, his head supported by his elbow that was resting against the table as he watched you eat, the corner of his lips curved upwards. You roll your eyes and take the bottle from his side, pouring yourself another drink. 

“Reached your limit already?” You teased, downing another shot and wiping the bit of alcohol that dripped over your chin. Johnny couldn’t help but to stare, blinking hard and shaking his head. 

“I’m…” his head dropped. “Drunk.”

You laughed, passing the food towards him as you pushed him to eat, “eat! You can’t give up on me yet, we’ve only been here for two hours.”

“No. I want you to eat, get your meals in.”

“I’ve had maybe three meals here alone,” you mock, pushing his head up.

Johnny huffed, grabbing the bottle and pouring you another shot, “keep drinking. It’s not fair that I’m the only one drunk.”

“Are you mad that I can take liquor better than you?”

Johnny smiled and hummed, his hand resting on your thigh as he squeezed, “yeah. s’not fair.”

You bit your lip at the contact, pouting when you felt his hand remove itself to pick up his chopsticks and eat at your request. 

Two more hours and at 2 am, the two of you stumbled out of the bar after you had paid the bill despite Johnny’s belligerence to pay. Both of you drunk out of your minds, you decide to walk to your apartment, which would be Johnny’s first time considering being months of friends. 

Said man looked up at the tall building, his eyes narrowed and his mouth open wide, “are you rich?”

“Kind of. Keep walking.” You huffed, pushing the man towards the front door. 

“How are you kind of rich?” 

Finally arriving at your apartment, Johnny splayed himself on your living room floor, landing on his back with a grunt as he looked around your lofty apartment. 

“This is really nice…I’m coming over more often,” he mumbled, “and it’s close to work.”

“That’s why I picked it.” You replied. You yawn and feel your head spin slightly as you kicked off your heels, walking to the living room to see Johnny lifting his hand up from the ground. You try pulling him up but he shook his head, pulling you down next. 

“Lay down with me,” he said. You laughed, instead opting to sit on his lap as his fingers run up and down your sides.

It didn’t take long for the man to pull you into his chest, listening to his heart beat in his chest as his fingers trailed up your bare back. You could fall asleep like this, your eyelids already falling heavy as he wrapped his arms around your figure instead. You rested your chin on his chest, using your fingers to caress his lips as he pressed absentminded kisses on them. You blushed, unsure if it was from the alcohol racing through your blood or from something more. You decided to test the theory, inching closer as you hovered over him.

“Johnny?”

“Hmm?”

“Can…” you swallowed, “can I kiss you?”

You heard his heart speed up in his chest as he sat up with you in his lap, “what?”

You bit your lip as you feared you had overstepped your boundary. You shook your head, giving a sheepish smile before starting to get up from his lap, “nothing. It was stupid, sorry—“

“Yes you can kiss me,” he said quickly. He knew he would regret if he missed on the opportunity, his hands on your hips again as his lips hovered over yours. “Please kiss me.”

Your knees felt like jelly under you at his quiet beg. Your fingers threaded through his hair as your noses barely bumped against each other, feeling his breath on your lips. 

“You won’t get mad at me tomorrow?” You asked, your forehead resting against his. 

“The only reason I would get mad for kissing you is if I didn’t end up doing it,” he replied, his eyes scanning your face for doubt. “Do you not want to? We don’t…have to…”

You panic at the space that was getting bigger in between your faces, shaking your head as you pressed yourself closer, “I want to, Johnny. I really want to.”

“Kiss me then,” he said, his lips pressing against your cheek. “Kiss me, please.”

You press your lips against his, your toes curling as Johnny snaked his strong arms around your waist, your lips slotting together perfectly as you moan in his mouth. You pull away breathlessly, eyes dilated as you stared at the man in front of you. 

“I like you, y/n,” he admitted, his cheeks flushed as his hands reached for yours. You swallow at the confession, allowing Johnny to thread his fingers with yours. “I really like you.”

You panicked as you weren’t sure if you returned the feelings. All you knew was that you loved the way your lips felt against his, the same way you liked his hands holding your own. You bit your lip, “Johnny…”

“You don’t have to like me back. I’m happy with just being here, with you. But I had to tell you because it would kill me if I didn’t.”

Truthfully, you had no idea how to respond. The only appropriate response was to press your lips against his again, not quite sure if you returned the feelings yet but being absolutely positive in knowing that you loved how he made you feel secure, safe, and...loved. 

“Why?” You asked, confused as to why he wouldn’t pick a pretty secretary or another girl in the office. “Why me?”

“Because you’re special,” he replied simply. “You're strong, you’re beautiful, you’re talented and so smart that it blows me away. You blow me away.”

“I think I love you, actually,” he said in a tone that sounded like he was just now realizing it on his own. The word sent your heart into your throat.

“You....love...me?”

Johnny blinked, struggling to read your emotions before you kissed him yet again, this time pushing him onto the floor as you grasped his collar with your hands. He pulled away momentarily, holding your face with his hands as he looked you in the eye. 

“Before I set myself up here,” he cleared his throat, “is it safe to assume you at least like me back?”

You laughed nodded your head before pecking his lips, “yes. It is.”

Johnny grinned before pulling you back in for a kiss. 

It wasn’t the least bit responsible, nor was it the least bit safe but neither one of you seemed to care. You peeled your clothing off faster than Johnny could unbutton his shirt, staring at you as he finally managed to yank his shirt off. 

He felt dizzy with lust upon seeing you completely naked under him, something he had only dreamt of up until this moment, as it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. His thumb ran over a nipple, his length twitching at the moan you let out before he pulled it, a mewl following as you spread you legs. 

“You’re a dream,” he breathed, kissing his way from your chest to your belly button. “If i wake up i’m going to be so fucking pissed.”

You laugh, pulling his lips in as you kiss his jawline, “if it’s a dream then I’ll wake you up and we’ll do it again.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his pants off with great speed. “Now I’m hoping it’s a dream.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, waiting expectantly with a finger on your clit, running circles as he ran his hand up and down his length, spitting on your expectant folds and moaning at the lewdness of it all.

“You like that?” He grinned. 

“It’s disgusting,” you breathed. “Yes. I do.”

It was his turn to laugh this time, kissing you again as he aligned his length with your entrance. His elbows rested on either side of your head, his lips finding purchase on your cheeks, forehead, and anywhere he could reach as he pushed himself inside. You threw your head back, his name falling from your lips as you squeezed his arm. 

“Beautiful,” he sighed. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Can you...”

“Yes, baby?”

Your face burned at the pet name, “fuck me, Johnny. Make me cry.”

He shuddered, pulling his length out to shove it into your warmth without warning, watching you cry out as he repeated the same rhythm, his head spinning from the pleasure and how tight you were squeezing his cock. 

“I dreamt...about you...” you admitted, fingers in your mouth. “Of your cock, fucking me, filling me up with cum—fuck, oh Johnny-“

“That makes two of us,” he moaned, his head falling in between his shoulders. You take advantage of this to push him on to his back again, watching his surprised face with a smile as  you turn to face away from him. Johnny grabbed your ass in response, his massive hands pinching, slapping, and doing whatever he could as you sank on his length, using the floor as leverage as you bounced on his lap. 

“Holy shit, y/n,” he groaned, his fingernails digging into your hips. “Shit—f-fuck-!”

You moan at his cock twitch inside you, filling you up promptly before pulling out to drip the same cum on his stomach and now flaccid member. You squeak out a yelp when you feel yourself being yanked on to what felt like a pair of lips, a tongue reaching in between your folds and eating you out feverishly as the same strong hands played with your nipples. 

Johnny sucked at your labia and sucked at your clit, humming as he slurped both his cum and your essence into his mouth, stiffening his tongue against your clit as you came with a cry, your legs shaking above his face as you collapsed on his stomach, breathing heavily as he pressed to fingers inside. 

“Wait-“ you moaned, your hand reaching for his as he continued to abuse your g-spot. Your legs trembled as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, pleading Johnny to pull his hand out before you came again. He made no effort to listen as another orgasm ripped through you, a scream falling from your lips as you squirted onto his chest, whimpering as your hole clenched around his index and ring finger, begging for more until he pulled said fingers out. 

You fell on your stomach, sticky, sweaty, and dizzy as your pussy still twitched. You couldn’t help but to smile at the kisses being pressed down your back, tender lips against hot skin as Johnny rubbed your back. 

“You okay?”

“More than okay,”you hummed. You stood on your legs shakily, forgetting that you weren’t exactly sober as you pulled at his hand. The taller man followed you to your bedroom, watching you fall against the sheets as you pulled him next to you. 

“You don’t want to get cleaned up first?” He asked, his head situating in between your breasts. 

“Nope,” you replied simply. 

There was something about the way he fit in your arms that made you kiss him again, this time fuller as you took great care in moving your lips against his, making sure he felt every ounce of happiness from your end on his. It seemed to work by the way he smiled, kissing your forehead next. 

You indulge each other in another rapid love making session, this time a bit shorter but still amazing as you came around him, shaking in his arms as he whispered praises in your ear. You both were exhausted by that point, Johnny falling asleep inside you as you drifted to sleep before he did. 

When you woke up, it was with a pounding headache and sore joints, confused as to why you felt so sticky until you realized there was something inside you. 

Something hard...and radiating quite a bit of heat. 

“Johnny?” you whispered. 

you faced the other man, smiling at his sleeping face as you leaned in to kiss him, morning breath be damned. he returned the kiss regardless, sighing dreamily as he accidentally pressed himself deeper inside you, a groan falling from his lips. 

“thank god i wasn’t dreaming.”

“i told you that if you were dreaming we would just do it again.”

johnny’s eyes were still closed but a smile was on his lips, “can we do it anyway?”

“will you pay for breakfast?”

“mm, I suppose.” he said. 

The truth was you never hated Johnny. You couldn’t find it in yourself to hate anyone, especially the company’s golden boy. It was difficult for you, if you were being honest, to see your bosses dote on the rookie for simple achievements after you had carried your department on your back just to receive a passive raise that was just barely considered an improvement.

It took nights just like this one, full of hard work and strained eyes, the blue light from your computer shining against your glasses. You sighed and twist your neck back and forth, looking to your right and jumping out of your seat to see that Johnny had situated himself next to you.

“Holy shit—“ you gasped, clutching your chest. “Can I help you?”

“Sorry,” he smiled. Johnny lifted his hand to show you a random beef jerky stick, “need a snack?”

“Vegan,” you said quickly. It was a lie, but you weren’t interested.

“I know. I heard. They’re vegan.”

You narrowed your eyes. So he had heard of your vegan lie before from someone it seemed. You shook your head still, looking back to your screen, “no, thank you.”

“well, i’ll leave it here. just in case you get hungry.”

“No need,” you slid it back to his side. “Thank you.”

You heard Johnny sigh and you try your best to keep from rolling your eyes, going back to clicking on your computer. You watch from the corner of your eyes to see if he had left, but he stayed, watching you tap against the keyboard. You pull away from your desk, crossing your arms.

“What?”

“I’m just...trying to keep you company.”

“I don’t need company,” you snipped, dropping the passive polite façade in exchange for an assertive one. “What I need is to be left alone, so I can finish this report and go home.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

You scoffed, staring at the rookie in disbelief, “excuse me?”

“I’m just trying to make conversation.”

“I’m really sorry, John but—“

“Johnny.” He corrected, a smile on his lips.

“Johnny, whatever,” you roll your eyes. “I would really, I mean really, appreciate it if you left me alone. Go back to your desk, take your plant jerky with you and have a nice night.”

“I actually do need something,” Johnny started gently, clearing his throat before he scooted closer. “I...I’m actually having trouble with my report...I was wondering if you could help me.”

“There are other people here.”

“Everyone left thirty minutes ago.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked around the now vacant office, all computers shut off save foryours and Johnny’s. You sigh heavily, ripping the hair tie from your ponytail and letting it fall against your shoulders. You could feel the headache creeping behind your sinuses.

“Fine. Show me.”

Johnny’s face lit up as he rolled his chair back to his desk, smiling brightly up at you as you leaned over his desk and took a look at his report.

He tried to ignore you the best he could, but it was difficult now that your hair was flowing freely past your shoulders, giving you a hint of your shampoo as his cheeks flushed. Perhaps he made his crush on you a little more obvious what with the question into your love life, but he didn’t care.

Speaking of which, “you never answered my question.”

You gave the rookie a side eye before continuing to look over his screen, “which one?”

“If you had a boyfriend or not?”

“What does that matter to you?”

Johnny shrugged dumbly. You bit on your lip, flicking your hair back and accidentally hitting him in the face with it. He secretly loved it.

“I don’t,” you replied curtly. “I don’t have time for one.”

“You have the weekend.”

“I like to relax on the weekend,” you defended. “Plus...I haven’t found anyone yet.”

“Are you looking?”

“You’re pushing it, John.”

“John-ny,“ he corrected. “John makes me sound like an old man.”

“You’re not exactly the picture of youth.”

“Ouch,”he winced, grasping his chest and smiling when you finally cracked the tiniest of smiles. Johnny thinks it’s the first time he’s ever seen you show another emotion.

“Your report looks fine to me,” you replied, looking at your watch. “You should turn it in now, before it’s too late.”

Johnny nodded, watching you walk back to your desk as you began to pack up your things and turn off your computer. Johnny quickly did the same, clicking off and following you towards the door, causing you to raise another eyebrow.

“Are you following me?”

“Friends always leave work together.”

You laughed, a sardonic sarcastic one, but a laugh nonetheless, “sorry, friends?”

“I made you laugh, we’re friends.” Johnny beamed, pressing the elevator button and standing next to you while you waited.

“Hardly friends.”

“You didn’t say we weren’t though.”

You roll your eyes and walk past him, entering the elevator as he did next, giving you a goofy smile as he stood next to you.

“Let me buy you dinner,” he said quickly, turning to face you as you were taking off your jacket. “That’s what friends do.”

“I have no interest in being friends with you, John.”

Okay, ouch. That one hurt. Johnny swallowed his disappointment, “why?”

“I just—“

Your response was interrupted by a jolt in the elevator, making you tumble before a strong arm caught you. You looked around in confusion as the elevator came to abrupt stop, the light from the emergency lights flashing red on both of you. You looked around in confusion, panic rising in your chest.

“Are you okay?” Johnny asked, his arm around your waist. You pull away from him, nodding as you paced around the elevator. “It looks like they got stuck.”

“Oh my god—oh my god...” you swallowed as you pressed the emergency button time and time again, the bell ringing every time before Johnny took your hand off.

“Chill out—“

“I’m not going to ‘chill out’!” You snapped, slapping his hand away, “we’re stuck and no one is here!”

“I’ll call the fire department,” Johnny pressed his lips in a tight line to keep from laughing. He did as he promised, alerting emergency services. They were lucky enough to have phone service, calming you down just slightly as you sat on the floor, knees hugged to your chest.

“I’m going to die,” you gasped, feeling trapped in the small encounter. Johnny rolled his eyes and squat down next to you.

“You’re not going to die.”

“I’m going to die,” you cried out again, “I’m going to die with an absolute idiot!”

Johnny huffed, crossing his arms before he fell on his butt, “I’m going to ignore that. Only because I feel bad that you’re claustrophobic.”

“I’m not claustrophobic.”

“You’re also not vegan.”

Your head snapped to turn to him, your expression confirming his claim as you bumbled a response, “how did you—?”

“I saw you eating pork belly last week with your friends,” he grinned. “You were either enjoying a really dark tofu or you were lying about you veganism.”

You narrowed your eyes, “are you stalking me?”

“I have friends too, you know.”

Johnny watched as you ignored him again, your chin resting on your knees as you stared blankly in front of you. He felt a guilty that you were in such an uncomfortable situation, but he also couldn’t help but to swoon at how tiny and cute you looked curled up in a ball. It was refreshing, to say the least, to see a new side of you that no one else in the office had the privilege of seeing. Johnny bit his lip, a question itching as he cleared his throat to ask it.

“Can I ask you something?”

Even throughout your fear, you still managed a way to feel snarky, “what now?”

Johnny ignored the attitude regardless, “why do you hate me?”

You blinked, turning your head to watch his reaction, “huh?”

“Why do you hate me? I promise to leave you alone if you tell me why you are so cynical in the office. I’ve never been the type to be silent though, that’s why I’m asking.”

“Then why are you…”

“…like this?” You finished, a laughed tacked at the end, but Johnny couldn’t find the humor. You shrugged, playing with your heel buckle, “you have no idea what it’s like being the only woman in the office that isn’t a secretary. I don’t expect you to understand, but I hope you understand why I felt so bitter when everyone treats you like a prince for doing the bare minimum when I’ve been working my ass off for this company.”

“Oh…” Johnny trailed off. “I’m…sorry.”

You shook your head, “you don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault that I had to protect myself.”

“I understand. Even though I’ve never gone through it before, I understand, and I’m sorry all the guys in the office are a plague.”

“Not all of them,” you smiled. Johnny was glad that it was dark in the elevator, his blush hidden as he laughed.

“I guess not. Doyoung is pretty nice.”

You joined him in laughter, naturally basking in the silence before Johnny gathered the confidence to ask you just one more request.

“I know we’re not friends, but, I’d really like to be your friend, if you’d let me,” he started. “I was serious about taking you out for dinner. A vegan one, if you’re into that.”

“Even after being an asshole all night you still want to take me out for dinner?”

“I know why you’re an asshole now, and it’s justified. Plus…I want to know what you’re like outside of the office. Away from the sausage party of directors and executives.”

“I’m not that interesting.”

“I’d really beg to differ,” he argued, swallowing as he watched you relaxed your knees to cross your legs. He smiled widely when you extended your hand, taking your tiny hand in his.

“Alright. We’ll go out for pork belly.”

“No to the vegan?”

You laugh, shaking your head, “yeah. No vegan.”

Johnny shared your smile, relishing in your touch before you pulled your hand away. You both turn your heads when you hear people talking on the other side of the elevator, the emergency response finally arriving and opening the door to let you both out. Johnny lifted you up to get out first, turning his head to the side as his strong hands lifted you up. Johnny was let out next, wiping dirt off of his pants as you thanked the emergency staff.

Now outside in the cold, you covered yourself in your coat, watching Johnny follow you to the car garage.

“Do you have a preference on when you want to go out to eat?” He asked you, stopping when you reached your car.

You shook your head, “not really. We can go tomorrow, if you want.”

Of fucking course I want to go tomorrow, Johnny thought to himself. He kept his cool, smiling and nodding, “sure. Tomorrow.”

“Okay. Tomorrow,” you smiled, opening your car door and stepping inside.

“Have a good night.”

“Have a good night,” you smiled, “Johnny.”

He couldn’t help the wide smile that slipped, waving at you as you pulled out of the parking garage and onto the street. Once you were out of view, he jumped in the air, clenching his fists in victory.

“Yes!” He cheered, skipping to his own car as he stepped inside. Johnny put his hand over his chest, smiling at the rapid rhythm of his heart with lidded eyes.