#nct johnny

“Yeah, because you're obsessed with him,” Yeji scoffs, undoing her ponytail and letting her curled hair fall perfectly down across her shoulders. “Ever since he took you to Spring Formal last year and you sucked him off under the bleachers afterward.”

“He’s got a really pretty dick,” Yuna smirks.

You shake your head, laughing a little at how vulgar your beautiful, innocent-looking friends can be. Most of the girls you’ve met, especially in your sorority, are as dick-motivated as your family's golden retriever had been food-motivated while you grew up. 

Sometimes, the difference between you and your fellow female classmates can be jarring.  

You grew up in a church-loving home, with the values of Christianity instilled in you for as long as you can remember. Becoming a second-year university student, and a virgin no less, has been a major adjustment from the Catholic school atmosphere you thrived in during your girlhood. 

In fact, if your elder brother, Mark, hadn’t already been in this university, your parents never would have allowed you to enroll here. It’s far from your family, far from the small town where you grew up, and the adjustments you’ve had to make are palpable.

You follow Yeji and Yuna out past the gym where the football team trains, and through the glass windows looking into the area, your eyes are drawn to Johnny. 

He’s in a red muscle shirt, the colour and emblem of your university as clear as day. Johnny is an all-American style quarterback, filled to the brim with school spirit, testosterone, and a cheeky, joking personality that draws all eyes to him regardless of the situation.

Goodness, he’s so attractive. 

It makes your knees weak sometimes. It makes you question the way you were raised, the values you hold near and dear to your heart, regardless of how outdated they have clearly become.

“Don’t let him catch you looking,” Yeji snickers, elbowing you gently before looping her arm with your own. “You may be his frat brother’s little sister, but I don’t think Johnny cares about that.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, flustered.

“She means,” Yuna pipes in, “that if you’re interested in Johnny, he’d take you for a spin, and we all know how hard it would be for you to say no to him, even with your whole chastity vow thing.”

Your crush on Johnny is no secret amongst your best friends. They saw through you the very first game of the season, when your eyes were only drawn to the handsome quarterback. 

You can’t help but sigh as you exit the gym area, and the three of you begin to walk back to your sorority house.

“I feel bad for you sometimes, babes,” Yeji muses, pulling you even closer to her side. “I understand you were raised with the whole ‘no sex until marriage’ thing, but that’s like… lowkey, extremely hard to do unless you’re… I don’t know, a Mormon or something.”

You chuckle a little at her words. “It’s definitely difficult.”

“But hey, you’re here now,” Yuna says. “Your family is far away. If you want to let loose a little, you can.”

“Yeah, it’s not like Mark would ever snitch on you, after all, he might have a reputation as being the ‘Good Little Christian Boy’ at his frat, but we all know he’s still not entirely perfect, especially when it comes to women.”

It’s true. While you’re not super close with your sorority sister, Ryujin, you know Mark is absolutely obsessed with her. They have something of a secret relationship going on, although you’re not entirely sure who it’s a secret to, given the fact that practically everyone in the Greek system knows they’re dating.

You suppose holding firm with chastity is no longer something that can be enforced on you, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered relaxing a little on the firm rules you were raised with. 

Johnny being as sexy and charming as he is doesn’t make being a good, Christian, virgin girl easy, that’s for darn sure. 

Two:

Although Yeji has an eye for athletes, she’s recently taken a liking toward your brother’s roommate, a frat boy by the name of Lee Donghyuck. He’s a film major and had caught Yeji’s eye when they shared a class last term.

They can both be fiery and mischievous, and you have to remind yourself to breathe every time you’re in a room with the two of them. The back and forths can get a little out of hand, but as you sit in your brother’s room with his friend Hyuck and Yeji, you remind yourself that you’re supporting a sister by being here, even if you don’t really have any ‘wing-woman’ duties.

Hyuck is a flirt, and he basks in the attention of both you and Yeji, leaning back on his bed with a knowing smirk after setting Yeji off into a rant about the best directors of the past decade.

“What do you think, Little Lee?” Hyuck asks, his gaze shifting to you. “Tarantino, Noland, or Anderson?”

“Huh?”

“Tarantino is the foot fetish guy, Noland is the war dude, and Anderson is the weird one who made that Asteroid alien movie with Scarlett Johansson,” Yeji explains.

You look blankly at the two of them. “Maybe I’m not the best person to have an opinion on this,” you say awkwardly.

As Hyuck opens his mouth to - most likely - grill you some more, the door to the room is pushed inward, and a familiar face looks inside.

“Oh, hey,” Johnny smiles, stepping into the space. “I didn’t realize you guys would be in here.”

“You looking for Mark?” Hyuck asks nonchalantly.

“As always,” the tall quarterback laughs, running a hand through his hair. He’s in a basic red t-shirt, but goodness, the way his biceps flex when he moves…

“Mark is with Ryujin tonight,” Hyuck says. “They’re not big partiers, and Ryujin’s sorority is empty right now since all the girls are here tonight.”

“I can see that,” Johnny grins, his eyes shifting from Yeji to you. “Hyuck’s not grilling you two that hard, is he?”

“They’re talking about war, toe, and alien movies,” you say, still not entirely sure what their conversation had been about just before Johnny arrived.

“War, toe, and alien movies,” Johnny chuckles. 

“There’s more to it than that!” Hyuck insists.

The elder fratboy holds up a hand. “I’m sure there is, but I’m not getting roped into this.”

You can’t stop staring at Johnny, no matter how much you try to tear away your gaze. You can feel heat rising to your cheeks, embarrassment that he has such a hold over you. 

There’s a friendliness between you and Johnny, but sometimes, you worry he will only ever see you as Mark’s little sister, despite what your friends think. 

Three:

You’re in the gym, and if your heart hadn’t been racing enough already, your entire body reacts when Johnny shows up. 

You do your best to focus on the stair master, to keep your breathing even, but your gaze continues to shift to the mirrors where you have a perfect view of the quarterback as he lifts free weights.

Drool keeps accumulating in your mouth with every bicep curl, and the heat that begins to surge through you isn’t due to the exercise. You can feel your panties getting wet from just the few glimpses you’ve had of this godlike man as he does his usual warm-up.

Johnny is just so beefy, but he’s lean too, a perfect physique if you’re being honest with yourself. 

Just when you think the situation can’t get any sexier, another footballer shows up. 

Jung Jaehyun is arguably just as attractive as Johnny, although they have different draws. 

Where Johnny is masculine and rakishly charming, Jaehyun is a bit more on the pretty side, but his smile and dimples have won over more women than you can even count. 

You wonder in what ways their differences would show up in another setting… say… the bedroom. 

From what limited experience you have with sex, you draw on information you’ve gathered from fellow sorority sisters. They’ve talked at length about dominant men, about givers and takers, and you decide that Johnny might be more of a giver, and Jaehyun more of a taker. 

Johnny probably wouldn’t even make you lift a finger, but if Yuna’s story about sucking Jaehyun off under the bleachers is to be believed, then perhaps he may prefer receiving. 

It’s not something you judge Jaehyun on, to be sure, but as a virgin, part of you has always imagined your first time with a man being focused on you and not on him. Although perhaps there’s a selfishness in your own view of sex, so you’re careful not to throw a stone at Jaehyun from your glass house.

You wonder if Johnny is vocal in bed. He’s a quarterback and used to leading with authority and confidence. Would he be good at dirty talk? You’ve heard from your friends that many of these frat boy football players are kind of lame in the imagination department, that sex is often wordless and entirely physical… but as someone who has spent her entire life in her head and not her own body, you’ve started to realize that having a partner who talks to you and puts your mind at ease when you lose your virginity is something that would be important.

You’re not sure when you’ll fold and let your cherry be popped, but when it happens, you want to be able to enjoy it, and sweet talk can definitely diminish the anxiety you’ve become so prone to.

As you think about sex with Johnny, your core begins to throb, and with your annoyance, you decide to refill your water bottle. Some cold water is just what you need to reset, and as you stand by the fountain, the very man you’re trying not to think about appears beside you.

“Hey,” Johnny grins, turning to lean with his back against the wall so he can have a full view of both you and the gym. “How did you like the party the other night?”

“It was alright,” you say, forcing a smile even as your body heats to extreme temperatures at the fact that you’re in close proximity to your crush.

“So… toes, war, or aliens?” Johnny jokes.

You can’t help but laugh, finishing with your water bottle and screwing the cap on tight. “Still undecided. You?”

“Toes, definitely,” the quarterback scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world, and your stomach erupts in butterflies at the slightly suggestive undertones of his words. “So… Yeji and Haechan, huh?”

“You noticed that?”

He shrugs. “I notice what most of my younger frat brothers are up to; none of them are that good at hiding things.”

So he’s funny, extremely good-looking, and intelligent. 

“However,” Johnny says nonchalantly, “you’re not as easy for me to read.”

“Oh?” You can’t look at him, so you avert your eyes as a flustered feeling surges through you. 

“I would bet you don’t have much experience with men,” Johnny continues. “Not that you have to confirm it or anything.”

So he knows you're a virgin, or at least, he suspects it. You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing… but it shows he’s been thinking about you… So that must be a good sign, right? 

“I wasn’t aware you were paying such close attention to me,” you stammer meekly.

“It’s hard not to. I’ve got a thing for cute girls, but I guess I’m not unique in that way.” Johnny lets out a chuckle, his aura confident and unbothered at the admittance that he’s interested in you.

You wonder what it’s like to be so sure of yourself, to have no fear about speaking your mind. 

Your own lips part to respond, but no words come out, and your skin heats even more.

“Anyways, I just wanted to say hi,” Johnny smiles, pushing off from the wall. “I’ll see you around.”

“Okay,” you fumble out, still hardly able to meet his gaze. 

You can tell from the grin on his face that he knows the effect he’s having on you, and with a wink, he goes back to the free weight section of the gym.

After a moment of awkwardly standing by the water fountain, you go and collect your things, too overwhelmed to continue your workout. 

As you walk back to the sorority, you think about Johnny, about chastity, religion, and how viable it is to be a virgin until marriage in this day and age. 

If there is ever a place to experiment, a university is the perfect location to find yourself, or so people say.

You’re not in church anymore; maybe it’s time to start enjoying your freedom. 

Four:

As you settle in for bed, you notice your roommate isn’t here, and one quick text confirms she’s sleeping at a girlfriend’s place while they study for an exam. So, this is a semi-rare occasion where you have your space to yourself, and after the day you had at the gym and your run-in with Johnny, your skin is still hot in a way that a cold shower can’t fix.

You toss and turn, trying to get comfortable, but images of bulging biceps and Johnny’s sexy grin torment you every time you close your eyes.

With a loud groan, you sit up, heart thumping in your chest.

Yeji had told you once about ‘dirty audios’ on Reddit. She’d mentioned that if porn still feels too foreign and sinful, maybe audios could be a route you’d be interested in.

You’re at war with yourself, but soon, your horniness wins, and you grab your phone, doing a quick search. You’re not really sure what you’re looking for, but after a little bit of scrolling you realize “[M4F]” means male for female, as in, an audio made by a man for a woman listener. The audio posts have all sorts of other tags, things like “[Mdom]”, “[Slutty Mswitch]” and “[Msub]” which you quickly realize are there to help figure out the dynamic between the male in the audio and you as a listener.

You decide you want to find an “[Mdom]” audio, and finally, one post catches your eye.

[M4F] “I’ll talk you through it” with Your Guy Friend [soft Mdom] [Dirty Talk] [Masturbation] [Mutual Masturbation] [Voyeurism] [Whining] [Begging] [Not Touching You] [Obsession] [Push It In For Me] [Fingering] [Passionate].

With a deep breath, you open the post and press play on the audio.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed about,” comes an unfamiliar voice. “You know… lots of girls have uh… you know, not touched themselves… not been touched.”

Wow, it’s already feeling close to home, and it makes your skin tingle as you close your eyes, getting comfortable in bed. You try to imagine Johnny, and while the voice is clearly not his, you feel yourself begin to relax even amongst your embarrassment. Resorting to this kind of thing is not something you ever thought you’d be doing, but you’re just so horny…

“I could talk you through it if you want. Get it out of the way. Make you more comfortable. We can go slow to start, like, maybe touch your chest through your shirt.”  

You swallow thickly, following the instructions. Your hands slowly glide up to your breasts, and you begin to massage yourself. Even through the fabric of your sleeping shirt, it feels good to be doing this, and there’s a spark of interest in your core at the realization that you enjoy following instructions.

“That’s it, Princess. Feels good, huh?” The man on the audio takes a shaky breath, and you can almost imagine Johnny reacting to you this way. “What if you try under the shirt now? Do you want to be a good girl for me and give it a go?”

Your body reacts before your mind can register it, your hands slipping under the fabric of your shirt as if they have a will of their own.

You stifle a whimper, brushing your hard nipples, your core throbbing already.

“Just like that. You look so fucking good for me, Princess. Do you… fuck, you’re so hot, do you mind if I touch myself too?” 

You bite your lip at the thought of Johnny being so horny from the vision of you that he has to play with his own cock, and you wonder how big he is. Perhaps choosing a large man to lose your virginity to isn’t a good idea, after all, Yeji and Yuna have talked about dick size before, and how hard it can be to have sex with a ‘well-endowed’ man.

The man in the audio moans, and the sound makes you wet, sparking tingles through your whole body. You wonder how Johnny might sound when he moans, and a shiver runs through you at the thought.

“Your hands can go lower. Actually. Fuck this, I want to see you touch yourself, properly. I know I said I’d go slow, and if this is too fast… fuck, I just, I want to see you. You can do that for me, right, Princess?” 

You release your breast, pushing your hand between your thighs, rubbing yourself through your sleeping shorts and holding back a whimper.

“Fuck, just like that. Rub your clit for me.”

It’s a foreign sensation, but it makes your toes curl. 

“Imagine it’s me touching you, Princess, my hands are so much bigger than yours.”

God, Johnny’s hands are rather large, you’ve seen how they look on a proper sized football. 

“Keep going, I bet you’re so sensitive, I bet you can cum just from this, huh? I want you to cum from your pretty fingers on your clit.” 

Your muscles begin to strain, an unfamiliar feeling building in the pit of your stomach. But now is not the time to stop, if anything, you unconsciously apply more pressure, chasing the fantasy of an orgasm.

The man on the audio continues to dirty talk, but by now, your mind is completely fixated on Johnny, on the way he looks with sweat dripping off his brow, a grin on his lips after a successful game of football-

Before you can even think, your core clamps down on nothing, waves of euphoria tearing through you and ripping your breath away.

You pull back from your core, the pleasure almost too much to handle as you writhe against the bed, fighting back the sounds that threaten to tumble out of you.

You’re gasping, mind and body numb even as the audio continues. But you don’t need any more, you don’t want the rest of the audio, you just want to calm down a bit and sort out how you’re going to make this fantasy with Johnny into a reality.

Five:

It’s been two weeks since your run-in with Johnny in the gym, two weeks of you lusting and considering options. Tonight, you’re at a party in Johnny’s frat, and you have a determination coursing through you like never before.

“I can’t believe you’re finally doing this,” Yeji grins as she and Yuna help you search the house for the tall quarterback.

“And with Johnny,” Yuna pipes in. 

“He still has to say yes to my proposal,” you point out.

“Your sexual proposition,” Yeji teases, jutting her sharp elbow into your side with a wink.

“Of course he’ll say yes,” Yuna huffs as you finish searching the entire first floor, where the party is raging. “He’s interested in her too; he made that clear.”

The three of you have spent many nights going over your gym conversation with Johnny, dissecting all the meanings behind what he said about liking ‘cute girls.’

The anxious part of you had tried to excuse his words, but Yuna, ever the realist, had drilled into you that Johnny had been shooting his shot. She’d mused that he was probably being careful not to be too overbearing, as he’d acknowledged your lack of experience in the dating sector. 

“Where is he, though?” Yeji groans. “I haven’t seen Hyuck or Johnny.”

“I’ve got my eye out for Yuta,” Yuna muses.

“Since when?” Yeji laughs. “Haven’t you always liked Jaehyun?”

“Meh.” Yuna shrugs casually, flipping her long, dark hair over her shoulder. “I’ve decided after watching the budding sexual liberation of our good Christian girl that maybe I should be a little freakier too.”

“Well, Yuta’s definitely the man to go for if you want freaky,” Yeji grins.

“I think they’re probably in their rooms,” you note, still focused on your task. “We should all split up.”

“You don’t need girl support?” Yuna questions.

“I think I’ll be okay.”

The three of you nod to each other, and with that, you hurry up the stairs to the top floor, where Johnny’s room is.

You find his door open, and when you peek inside, you see Johnny standing there, looking down at his phone. With a deep breath, you step inside.

“Hi,” you say shyly, your confidence dissipating now that you’re in the same room as your crush.

“Oh,” Johnny looks up at you, a grin immediately appearing on his face. “Hi, Princess, I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight.”

“No? Why not?” You slowly close the door behind yourself, leaning back against it.

He shrugs. “Kind of figured I scared you away, haven’t seen you since the gym two weeks ago.”

“I’ve just been busy,” you tell him, skin heating. 

In truth, you have been kind of avoiding him. You’ve been experimenting more with dirty audios, and you haven’t felt ready to face the man behind your fantasies… but now you are. Now you’re more ready than you ever have been in your entire life.

“So… what can I do for you?” Johnny asks, slipping his phone into his back pocket.

“Well,” you release a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said at the gym. About how it’s clear I don’t have much experience with men, and how you like cute girls-”

“How I pay attention to you because you’re a cute girl,” Johnny corrects with a grin.

You can feel yourself getting flustered, and you look away from Johnny, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Yeah, well… I guess, I guess I was thinking maybe… maybe since I’m in university, I should experiment a little.”

“Experiment?” Johnny cocks a brow.

You nod, skin now burning hot. “I was wondering… if maybe… maybe you would kiss me?”

Johnny takes a step forward, and you back against the door, body reacting out of the fear you’ve held your whole life in regard to the negatives of not being abstinent.

He slowly takes your hand, and you force yourself to look up at him.

“Have you ever been kissed, Princess?” he asks softly.

You nod. “Once, at Christian summer camp.”

“You’ve only ever been kissed just once?” Johnny lets out a shocked laugh. “You know, Mark has told us about your family, about the rules and the chastity that was instilled in you since you were young. Are you sure you want me to kiss you? I wouldn’t want to be…” he moves even closer, his voice lowering, “stealing your innocence.”

You can feel your mind going fuzzy at the close proximity to your ultimate crush, the man you’ve been dreaming about for weeks.

“I want you to steal my innocence,” you whisper dumbly, echoing his words without a second thought.

He looks into your eyes, one hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

Your lips part unconsciously, your entire body frozen as you wait for Johnny to choose what happens next.

“We can go slow,” Johnny assures you. “I’ll take care of you. After all, it’s just a kiss.”

“It’s just a kiss,” you repeat, realizing that your whole sexual proposition plan has somehow boiled down to ‘just a kiss’ and not the entire action of intercourse.

But you’re not complaining, especially not when he slowly closes the gap between your lips.

Your eye lids flutter closed at the contact, your breath catching. Johnny gently grabs your waist with his free hand, tugging you closer to his large body and making you let out a squeak.

He grins into the kiss, gently suckling your lower lip into his mouth.

Your entire body feels like it’s buzzing, and after not knowing what to do with your hands, you force yourself to relax, your palms making contact with his shoulders as you attempt to pull him even tighter against your aching form.

Johnny complies, and the kiss deepens, his lips moving against yours in a way that you somehow instinctively react to. Your mouth parts a little more, and his tongue gently explores your own, making you whimper desperately, clinging to the tall quarterback.

You can already feel how turned on your body is, your panties getting wetter by the second-

Someone knocks on the door right behind you and you tug away from Johnny, fear at being found out in your most vulnerable state surges through you.

Johnny lets out a sigh of annoyance, keeping his arm wrapped around you like a protective shield. “Who is it?” he calls.

“Come drink with us!” someone shouts, and Johnny shakes his head at the interruption.

“In a minute!” he responds. Then his attention shifts down to you. “You know, I couldn’t tell you’d only ever kissed one other guy.”

“Huh?”

“You’re a natural,” Johnny grins, gently pinching your chin and tilting your head up so he can press his lips to yours again. 

Your body melts in response, knees feeling weak, and another small whimper slips out of you.

Johnny lets out a growl, and you can tell it takes effort for him to tear himself away from you. “We should continue this another time,” he tells you. “You know, if you’re interested in more than just kissing. I meant it when I said I’d take care of you.”

“I-” your throat feels like it’s closing, and you have to swallow thickly just to collect yourself. “I would like that.”

“Give me your number, Princess,” he instructs, and as soon as he’s pulled his phone out of his pocket, you blurt out the digits, skin hot, heart racing. “I’ll text you,” Johnny promises, leaning down to press one more kiss against your lips. “But tonight, you should just enjoy the party.”

You understand he probably doesn’t want your first time to be in the middle of a frat rager, and you can admit to yourself that there’s definitely something lack luster about this atmosphere for a cherry pop.

But try as you might, as you and Johnny head down to join the festivities, your soaked panties are a constant reminder of the taste of pleasure you’d received from Johnny. And if you’d thought you’d been horny listening to those NSFW audios on Reddit, well, this is a hundred times more intense than that. 

Six:

Coordinating with Johnny has felt scandalous, but it’s also felt calming in some ways. He’s extremely aware of your situation, aware of helping you explore your sexual fantasies in a safe environment. While he has his own room in the frat due to his standing, Johnny knows it would be awkward for you to show up and run into Hyuck, Jaehyun, or - God forbid - your own brother on your way in or out of his room. 

After discussing schedules, Johnny selects a time where the frat is most empty, and with a racing heart and shaky knees, you make your way over to see the Quarterback.

He meets you on the front porch of the frat, and with a soft kiss on your cheek to say ‘Hello,’ he takes your hand and leads you through the deserted house. You can’t believe your luck in making it up to his room without running into a single other person, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he locks the door behind you.

“So, I’m going to be honest, if drinks or a party aren’t involved, initiating a kiss can be awkward, which is why I can lead all of this until you want otherwise,” Johnny tells you. “If you feel shy or anything, just remind yourself that I’m here to help you, and I’m not the judgmental type.”

“Okay,” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Now that that’s out of the way…” Johnny flashes a grin, and then he grabs you by your hips and tugs you to his chest. His lips press against yours, and as you had the first time you’d kissed him, you allow your body to naturally relax against his, to follow his lead and trust that Johnny wouldn’t guide you astray.

You love the way your body lights up when he touches you. His palm is warm against the small of your back, keeping you pressed to his broad chest. His other hand is cupping your cheek, which makes this whole situation quite intimate as opposed to being just a proposition to lose your virginity.

And the way he kisses you takes your breath away. He’s not forceful, but he’s in control. You can tell he’s used to being lead, and you’d be lying if you said your natural inclination isn’t to be submissive. 

This is just so easy, and your mind starts to relax the way your body is.

You remind yourself that Johnny doesn’t judge. And from the way he groans as he tugs you toward the bed, you know he’s enjoying this just as much as you are.

“We don’t have to go fast,” Johnny breathes heavily when he breaks the kiss to sit onto his bed, looking up at you with blown pupils. His hands slide down to the back of your thighs, and he guides you to get on top of him.

You’re a bit clumsy, but his strong embrace helps you get settled on top of him, and he helps move your hands to his shoulders for a stronger anchor.

“Just like that,” Johnny tells you, grabbing the back of your neck to draw your lips to his again.

You slowly get more comfortable, sitting down in his lap, and that’s when you notice something poking you.

You break the kiss to look down and realize he’s already hard, and a shiver runs through you.

“I guess I should probably ask,” Johnny muses as his lips find your throat, one of his hands gripping your thigh, “how much experience do you have with this sort of thing?”

“None,” you admit.

“So one chaste kiss at Christian summer camp…” He lets out a groan. “Have you ever watched porn?”

“I saw… I saw one video once.”

“One video once,” he repeats with a chuckle. “You’re so innocent, Princess.”

Your skin heats at his words. “I’ve also… I’ve listened to sex audios,” you admit, embaressment flooding through you.

“Sex audios?”

“Yeah.”

“Explain those to me.” 

He licks at your throat and you bite your lip to stop a moan, throwing your head back and tightening your grip on his shoulders.

“Well,” you swallow thickly. “It’s just an audio of uh… some guy in different situations.”

“Does he tell you how to cum?”

“Sometimes,” you whimper when Johnny finds a spot on your throat that has your core practically throbbing.

“What audios are your favourites?” He’s massaging higher on your thigh now, and the close proximity to where you need him most makes your mind fuzzy, but you’re determined to answer his questions.

“I like praise audio, and when… when the man is dominant,” you admit.

“Dominant?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper before you can help yourself, thinking back to an audio you’d listened to two days ago with the tag [Sir Dom].

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, squeezing your thigh again. “I can work with that.”

He draws your lips to his again, and you wriggle down against him, pleasure shooting through you when your clothed clit brushes the hard bump in his sweatpants.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” Johnny asks, cupping your face and breaking the kiss to look at you. “You look so good grinding down against me.”

You can only whimper, nodding desperately as you wiggle harder against his lap.

“I promised we could take this slow, and I meant it,” Johnny swallows thickly. “How about you let me work you up? You trust me, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And if you ever want me to slow down, or stop, you’ll be a good girl and tell me, yeah?”

“Of course,” you breathe, body tensing as the hand on your leg gets even closer to where you need him most, his thumb stroking small circles against your inner thigh teasingly.

“Perfect.” Johnny’s hands slide to your ass, and he stands up abruptly, keeping you close to his chest while you grab at his shoulders in shock.

In one quick motion, he sets you onto the bed, and you look up at him.

“I’m going to take your pants off, Princess,” Johnny explains, fingers finding your buttons even as he leans closer to tease his lips against your own.

You thread your fingers through his hair, kissing him desperately as he carefully undoes your jeans, and then, your breath catches as he slowly tugs them down your legs. 

The air of the room feels cold against your now bare skin, and Johnny stops, looking down at you.

“Shirt next,” he instructs, and rather than wait for him to do it himself, you simply tug the fabric off, leaving you in your bra and underwear. “So good for me,” Johnny groans. “I’ll try to go slow.”

He joins you on the bed, slotting between your thighs which instinctively wrap around his hips, and then he kisses you. It’s a passionate kiss, the type of kiss that sends waves of erotic pleasure through you, especially when one of his hands grabs your breast, massaging you through your bra.

You’re breathless when his lips move down to your throat, and as he slowly descends, you thread your fingers through his hair, gasping. He kisses the swell of your breasts, moaning, and it makes your core pulse with desire.

“Can I take this off of you, Princess?” he asks, teeth nipping at the only piece of fabric keeping him from your aching nipples.

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, struggling a little beneath him from how desperately you want him to keep going.

Johnny reaches beneath you, and you arch your back, making it all too easy for him to unclasp your bra.

A moment later, your breasts are exposed, nipples pebbled and aching with anticipation.

“You’re so pretty,” Johnny groans, massaging you as his breath teases your skin.

His thumb brushes your sensitive bud and you can’t help but moan, pushing your chest up against his hand.

“So reactive for me,” Johnny tells you, leaning down and kissing your nipple.

The sensation has your core pulsating with desire, and you grab at the bed sheets, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“I feel like I could make you cum just from playing with your chest,” Johnny notes with a chuckle. “A girl who’s never been touched… let’s see if it works.”

He puts his mouth on your nipple again, sucking harder while his hand plays with your other breast.

You let out a strangled moan, your entire body reacting. 

You know what an orgasm is now, after all, the audios you’ve listened to have helped you discover that much. Your muscles are already tensing, and your heart is racing in your chest.

You didn’t know a woman could cum from just chest play, but here you are, almost unraveled for Johnny as he worships your breasts.

His teeth skim your sensitive bud and you gasp loudly. The sensation of your soaked panties pressing against your core has your mind spinning, and a few more licks have you coming undone.

You let out a loud gasp, threading your fingers through Johnny’s hair and pulling his lips back to yours as waves of pleasure throb through you.

It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, but you guess your own touch pales in comparison to Johnny’s.

He groans, kissing you roughly as your high washes through your body, and when you slowly start to come down, you break the kiss to take gasps of air.

“That was almost too easy, Princess,” Johnny chuckles. “Can’t imagine how you’re going to react when I touch you where you need it most.”

One of his hands slips between your thighs, and he gently rubs your clit through your panties, making your entire body jolt.

“Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this,” he groans, as he begins to kiss down your body.

You can hardly think coherent thoughts when Johnny slips down to the floor. He hooks his fingers in your panties, pausing to look up at you. “You still want this?” he asks.

“Yes, Sir,” you nod, your entire body buzzing with anticipation.

“Good.”

You hold your breath, biting your lip as he slowly drags your panties down your legs.

It’s the first time you’ve ever been naked in front of a man like this, and you watch his reactions, desperate for praise, to know he likes what he sees.

Johnny releases a shaky breath. “Have I ever told you that you’re one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen?” 

“Huh?”

“I swear to God, if you weren’t a Lee, I would have tried to make this happen ages ago.” Johnny runs a hand through his hair. “We generally have a rule in the frat not to go for each other’s sisters, but fuck, you’ve made this so hard.”

“You’ve really liked me for a long time?” you ask in shock.

“Since the very first day you showed up on the field at a game as a cheerleader. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you… and then, Jaehyun mentioned you’re Mark’s sister, so I backed off before I even had a chance to start.”

“Let’s not talk about Mark,” you say shyly, feeling yourself pulled out of your lust at the mention of your brother.

“Yeah, sorry.” Johnny swallows a lump in his throat. “Tell me more about the sex audios you listen to.”

“Well…” You feel your skin flush again at the mention of your secret sin. “They just talk the listener through different scenarios. It’s been… educational.”

Johnny begins kissing up your thigh, adjusting your leg over his shoulder. “Educational?” he laughs. “What do you think about when you listen to them?”

“I think about you,” you admit.

“Oh?” His face is now directly in front of your core, and you can feel his breath. Your whole body tingles, and you nod shyly.

“I imagine it’s you doing those things to me instead of just some audio.”

“Would it be embarrassing for you if I told you I’ve been thinking about you a lot, too?” Johnny smirks, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your clit that makes you jolt. 

“When… when you touch yourself?” you ask, the words feeling so foreign on your tongue.

“Especially when I touch myself.” He languidly licks at your clit, and the sensation makes you clench your eyes shut with pleasure, thighs quaking. “Been thinking about tasting you, about making you cum.”

“And?” you squeak.

“And it’s going exactly the way I imagined it.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a great thing.” The large hands holding your thighs on his shoulders move, and he presses down on your hips. “I’m going to eat you out now, and I’ll anchor you to the bed, but if it becomes too much, just push at my hands, and I’ll back off.”

“Why would you need to-” you begin to ask, but then he puts his mouth fully on your core, and your hips buck up instinctively. “Anchor me…” You trail off, gripping the bed sheets again.

Every time Johnny does something to you, you think it will be the pinnacle of pleasure when it comes to sex, but every single time, this beautiful man brings you to new heights.

You throw your head back, loving the way his tongue feels as it prods your opening, his lips moving to suck around your clit deliciously.

And then… he begins to groan, like a man licking his favourite ice cream, and your entire body comes alive with dangerous pleasure.

“Oh my God,” you whimper, the vibrations from his sounds surging through you.

You have no experience with oral, but you think Johnny must be absolutely amazing at it if this is anything to go by. 

Yeji and Yuna have often complained that men they’ve slept with don’t even bother to eat them out, so you consider yourself extremely lucky that Johnny is taking his time with you, that he’s showing you all that sex has to offer. 

You can feel another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, and your sounds are sure to reflect it, as Johnny increases the pressure of his tongue on your clit. He’s groaning deeply now, wordlessly encouraging you to let go for him, and you’ll be damned if you disappoint.

In no time at all, your second orgasm washes through you, and it’s even stronger than the last. The pulsating pleasure that surges from your core to your entire body is mind boggling, and you can feel tears of ecstasy brimming in your eyes. You writhe against the bed, unwilling to push his hands away from anchoring you.

You want everything he’s giving you, even if it’s a lot to handle.

Soon, Johnny pulls away on his own accord, and you slump down to the bed, breathless and whimpering.

“Fuck, Princess,” Johnny groans, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I didn’t realize overstimulation was a kink of yours too.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“God, you’re so fucking cute,” Johnny chuckles. “Overstimulation is when you let someone give you so much pleasure that you almost can’t even handle it.” Johnny leans over you, his hand cupping your cheek. A warm thumb brushes by your skin. “Look, Princess, you’re crying.”

“It just felt so good,” you choke out, flooded with emotions.

Had you really held yourself back from this type of pleasure for all of these years? 

You can hardly believe it. 

“Come here,” Johnny says, tilting your jaw so you can press your lips to his. 

He gets on top of you, wrapping you in his warm embrace as you kiss away the last traces of your high.

Soon, you’re moaning again, and Johnny takes this as a cue to massage your breast. Everything he does feels so good, and you love getting lost in him.

You trust him so completely, which you’re aware may be naive of you, but Johnny’s never given you a reason to doubt him for even one second.

Then one of his hands begins to descend, and he rubs your wet core, making you both groan.

“Such a wet Princess,” Johnny says, his lips moving to your throat. 

“Wet for you,” you say quietly, having learned a few lines from your Reddit audios.

The quarterback lets out a chuckle as he rubs your core. “Do you want to feel me inside? I have to stretch you out if you want the real deal.”

You consider his words. “Stretch me out?”

“You know, for my cock.”

“Is it very big?” you ask, skin heating.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he prompts, and you can feel him grinning against your throat.

With a shaky hand, you move to cup the front of his sweatpants, and a whimper escapes you at the massive appendage that pushes up against your palm.

“You’re very big,” you confirm.

“Biggest you’ve ever touched,” he jokes, pushing the tip of his finger into your core and making you mewl. “Although, I’m also the only you’ve ever touched.” 

“I bet…” you groan as he pushes his digit deeper inside of you, “even if I had touched others, you’d still be the biggest.”

“Now you’re just stroking my ego,” Johnny grins. 

“I think… I think I’m stroking something else too.” You rub him harder through his sweats, and Johnny moans deeply.

“How are you still so cute while talking dirty?”

“It’s a superpower,” you tease, but a whimper escapes you when he adjusts his finger, making a come hither motion.

“As much as I love you touching me, I want to focus on you a bit more,” Johnny groans, sitting up and pushing your hand away from his cock. “How does one finger feel?”

He continues the come hither motion, and suddenly he makes contact with a spot inside of you that has your toes curling.

“Oh my goodness, it feels so good,” you groan, gripping the sheets again.

“This is your G-spot,” Johnny explains. “If I apply enough pressure to it…”

He continues to finger fuck you, and a moment later, your core begins to audibly squelch.

Heat blossoms through you at the sound, and you move to close your thighs out of embarrassment, but Johnny gently spreads them with a laugh.

“Don’t be shy, Princess,” he says, licking his lips. “This is one of the best sounds in the world.”

“It is?”

“Yeah, I like to know that I’m making you feel good. People lie, but your pussy doesn’t.”

He can be kind of vulgar, but it makes you relax as you spread your legs fully again, resting back against the bed. 

Johnny takes the opportunity to push another finger inside of you, and you whine at the slight stretch.

You focus on the sensation, on the pleasure boiling in the pit of your stomach. And then Johnny adjusts, moving down once more. You feel his breath against your core, and when his mouth makes contact with your clit, you jolt.

You’ve never felt anything like this.

Two powerful fingers stroke your g-spot while he suctions your clit in his mouth, lapping and sucking-

Your orgasm is so close now, and you moan desperately, writhing against the bed.

His free hand presses to your abdomen, keeping you pinned as you teeter on the edge.

When you cum, it’s unlike any other orgasm you’ve had.

It’s an intense pressure that releases like a storm surge. You feel delirious as the waves rock through your entire body, overtaking all of your senses and clouding your mind.

In the back of your mind, you hear Johnny groaning, and it makes you throb even harder, your muscles twitching from the intensity of your high.

The hand on your abdomen keeps you grounded, even as the pleasure threatens to become too much for you to handle, and a few moments later, Johnny pulls away.

You gasp, trying to steady your breath, but your heart is racing so fast that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to catch it.

“Holy shit, Princess,” Johnny says. “I’ve never seen anyone squirt like that.”

“Huh?” Your eyes open, and you look at Johnny, which is when you realize there’s a liquid substance dripping down his hand and strong forearm. 

“You squirted, it’s like a different kind of orgasm,” Johnny explains, bringing his cum coated fingers to his lips so he can suck them off. 

“I didn’t know that was possible,” you tell him, feeling embarrassed.

“Some girls never experience it,” he tells you. “That was hot as fuck.”

You hide your face in your hands, feeling both elated, and still a touch apprehensive about your body losing control in such a way.

“I’ll clean up the mess later, so don’t worry about that, but how did two fingers feel?” Johnny asks.

“So good,” you whimper, core twitching.

“Do you still want to go all the way tonight? We can stop here if you’re not comfortable.”

“I want to!” you blurt out. “I want to, so bad.”

Johnny chuckles. “You got it, Princess.”

He gets off the bed, standing up, and you marvel at the way he towers over you. Then, Johnny reaches for the scruff of his shirt, tugging it off of his body in one motion.

You eat up the view of his muscles, and you swallow the lump of saliva that accumulates in your mouth. He truly is mouth watering, and your breath catches as his hands find the waistband of his sweatpants.

Johnny flashes you a wink before tugging the rest of his clothing off, and then he stands before you, completely naked, and as perfect as you ever could have imagined.

“Oh my gosh,” you whimper, skin heating with embarrassment when you take a good look at his massive cock.

Johnny chuckles at your reaction. “You can still say no.”

“Can… can that really fit inside of me?”

“Princess, we’ll make it fit if you still want this.”

“Then let’s make it fit,” you tell him, trying to sound confident.

Johnny grins, shaking his head at you while he reaches for his bedside table. You watch with confusion as he pulls out a small package, and you realize as he opens it that it’s a condom.

“I’m guessing you’re not on any kind of birth control?” he asks.

“No.”

“I’m happy to wear a condom,” he explains. “And if you want to keep seeing me after this, I’ll still wear one, but we can also discuss birth control or other things if you want.”

“If I want to keep seeing you?” You blink at him.

For the first time ever, you see a tinge of pink blossom in Johnny’s cheeks, and you realize he’s blushing.

“Yeah, I mean, I want to keep seeing you. I never viewed this as a ‘one time cherry popping’ kind of thing… but if that’s all you want from me, I won’t hold it against you.”

“Johnny?” you ask, sitting up. “Are you… are you asking me to continue seeing you? Like… dating?”

“I’d love to take you on dates,” he confirms. “I want to keep seeing you, for more than the sex. Which is great, by the way.”

You hide your face, overcome by shyness. 

Can it really be that all of your dreams are coming true?

You’d half expected this to be a one time thing, and were prepared to face any heartache that came with it. You were not prepared for Johnny to tell you he wants to date you.

“I’d love to go on dates with you,” you manage to stutter.

“Perfect, so we’re on the same page.” Johnny gets onto the bed with you, and you wrap your legs around his hips, tugging him in for a kiss to distract from the shyness still bubbling through you.

The kiss is more passionate than ever, and Johnny grinds down against you, his condom covered cock teasing your clit and making you shiver.

You feel yourself relaxing again, pushing your fears to the side, allowing Johnny to lead as he works you up again.

“Okay,” he says, after a minute or so of making out, “I’m going to try to push it in.”

“Okay.”

“Try to breathe and not tense up, okay?” he asks, kissing your throat.

“I’ll do my best.”

Johnny grabs the base of his cock, directing the head toward your drenched hole. 

He’s extremely gentle as he pushes slightly into you, and your breath catches. He nuzzles your throat, pressing soft kisses that you know are meant to distract you as your body gets used to being stretched out by his huge cock.

You let out a sigh, relaxing your tight grip on his shoulders. “Okay, I think I’m ready for more.”

He pushes in another inch or two, pausing to let your inner walls adjust to such a large intrusion.

It goes this way for a short time, slight pushes, small breaks, adoration filled kisses, and soon, he’s almost fully inside of you.

“How’s this?” he asks.

“Tight,” you admit with a small laugh, your core gripping him even more desperately with the contraction of your muscles.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans. “You can say that again… I’m going to move a little now, if it hurts, tell me to stop.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper, feeling yourself begin to fall into what Yeji and Yuna have sometimes called ‘the submissive mindframe,’ wherein you feel like a pleasure fueled jelly that’s ready to take anything and everything your partner wants to give you.

Johnny is slow as he begins to move, and you marvel at the way your squirt soaked core allows him such smooth thrusts. The dragging of his cock along your inner walls feels like magic, and your body relaxes. The pleasure is a welcome distraction from the stretch of his cock in your tight pussy, and as his pace increases, so do your moans.

“Oh my gosh,” you whimper, clutching at his shoulders and crying out desperately.

“Fuck, you feel so good for me,” Johnny groans, his breath hot against your throat where he buries his head.

“Johnny,” you gasp, too lust drunk to think coherently as he bottoms out fully inside of you, making you both groan, your fingernails digging into his strong shoulders.

“Just like that, Princess, just like that,” he tells you, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses against your neck.

Your eyes roll back into your head, your entire body overwhelmed by the feeling.

Nothing in your life has ever felt this good, and you can’t believe you held yourself back from such pleasure. 

In a way, the repetitive sound of Johnny’s name that echoes through your mind feels like prayer, and you know it’s blasphemy, but you can’t help the way that this is akin to worship.

Johnny is worshipping you, and you are worshipping him.

Two bodies, perfectly in sync, giving each other everything they have- it’s the most perfect and natural union, and you can’t imagine this being a sin.

Johnny hikes your thigh higher on his hip, and suddenly, he’s hitting even deeper spots. You cry out, clinging to him as your entire body is engulfed with hot pleasure.

“Fuck, I think I’m close, Princess, this is just too good,” Johnny admits.

“I’m close too,” you gasp, core tightening around him like a vice, your muscles screaming at you for release.

“I want to cum with you, I’ll hold off, but when you cum- fuck, when you cum, we cum together, okay?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper desperately, a feeling like flames licking at you from your core outward.

“Just like that, Princess, you’re doing so fucking well,” he praises you, and his words make your entire body tingle with delight.

“Johnny-” you gasp, teetering on the edge.

“Cum for me, fuck, cum for me, Princess.”

You let out a squeak as your orgasm slams into you, your entire pussy clamping down on his cock. The pleasure radiates through you in hot, throbbing waves, and you cling to Johnny like a life line.

He releases a deep groan, his thrusts faltering, and you think he’s cum too, which sends another flash of pleasure through you.

Johnny does his best to ride you through your high, but soon, he comes to a stop, slumping over you and breathing heavily.

You wrap your arms around him, marveling in the way your hearts race, chests pressed together like two puzzle pieces. 

You’re not sure how long you hold him, how long you both try to recollect yourselves, but soon, Johnny lets out a groan, and he pulls out of you, falling on the bed at your side.

“Come here,” he says, tugging you to his body, cuddling you close while you still try to overcome such a mind numbing orgasm.

You listen to the fast drum of his heart, neither of you saying a word as you bask in post orgasmic glow.

Without knowing it, you drift off, and when you wake up, it’s dark outside. Johnny is stroking your arm, and he looks down at you when you adjust slightly.

“Hi, Princess.”

“Hi, Johnny.”

He swallows thickly. “I want to do right by you,” he explains. “I want to take you on dates, and pamper you, and do all of the things you deserve.”

“But?” you ask, sensing there’s a but somewhere in his words.

“But…” Johnny chuckles. “If you want to stay the night, I’d also be good with that. We don’t have to have sex again, but… even just cuddling. I just want to take care of you.”

That works well, because your whole life, you’ve just wanted to be taken care of. 

“I’d like to stay,” you tell him.

In the dim light, you see Johnny grin. “That makes me happy.”

You smile, cuddling closer to his side. “It makes me happy, too.”

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You’ve been with Johnny for two years now, and it’s the final term before he graduates. In those two years, you have explored so many things with Johnny, and he’s allowed you to fully get to know yourself and your body in a safe, loving relationship.

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“I just… and I can’t believe I’m saying this, Princess,” Johnny laughs one night as you cuddle in bed. “I’m the only man you’ve ever slept with, and I think it would be unfair of me to restrict you like that.”

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Your ex partner struggles to meet your gaze, but when he does, he nearly shudders at the way you’re looking through him — like he’s nothing but a tiny spec of dust in the air. This quickly turns into a bitter and stark sound that resembles a laugh upon the realization that his words didn’t quite affect you the way he’d hoped.

“Pathetic.” He whispers under his breath. “This is the exact thing I was talking about! No emotions. It’s like speaking to a brick wall all because of your ego.” 

Your jaw slacks open and you run the tip of your tongue against the bottom row of your teeth. Rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest, you tilt your head and a dry, unamused scoff leaves you. 

“Did you expect me to be sobbing in the middle of this restaurant while begging you to take me back?” 

His jaw clenches and his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. You watch as his fingers tighten into a fist and feel the table begin to shake from his knee bouncing up and down from beneath the table. “If that’s the case, you don’t know me at all.” 

With a long sip of the remaining wine left in your glass, your gaze doesn’t falter while the man in front of you seethes in anger at the sight of your calmness. Before he can respond, the waitress returns with your card and the receipt to sign.

“I hope you take this opportunity to better yourself.” The man in front of you lets out as he slips his card into his wallet and then into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. Pushing his chair back, he quickly stands. “Otherwise you’ll be alone for the rest of your life.” 

Your scoff turns into a dry laugh as your ex-boyfriend pushes past the waitress and out the restaurant doors — the scent of his expensive cologne, that you once loved, now makes your stomach churn. When you look at the waitress, her eyes soften at the sight of your tiny, closed lip smile. 

“You seem too good for him.” The waitress quietly comments as you stand and grab your belongings, sliding your card into your purse. “I wouldn’t listen to a word he says.” 

“Never planned to.” You assure with a grin. “I apologize for his rudeness tonight. He’s a condescending jerk.” Pulling out your wallet, you hand the waitress a crisp hundred dollar bill as a thank you for the professionalism she upheld throughout the night despite your ex’s awful behavior. 

With a swift head shake, she bashfully pushes your hand away before claiming it was too much. 

Simply tucking the bill under the bread basket, you give her a final nod before heading towards the bar you’ve been itching to get a drink from since the conversation turned sour very early into the night. Your heels click against the marble floors until you slide into the nearest barstool. 

“What can I get you?” The handsome bartender smiles a charming little grin that makes your heart jump for a second, but when you see the silver wedding band on his ring finger, the bubble you’re in pops and you huff a small laugh to yourself.

Of course everyone else is in a loving and committed relationship, except for you.

“Just two shots of tequila, please.” You smile, hiding the disappointment of being single — once again. 

Smoothly throwing his cleaning rag over his shoulder, the bartender grabs two shot glasses and fills them up with your alcohol of choice. When presented, you quickly take the shots with ease — letting the sting slide down your throat and warm up your entire body.

“If you don’t mind me asking, miss, but is everything okay?”

You sigh, then scrunch your nose when you look at him. “Bartenders notice everything, huh?” 

“Well, either something’s wrong or you really enjoy tequila — and no one really likes tequila, do they?” He chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest, his broad shoulders shaking and bottom lip tucking between his teeth.

“I got broken up with tonight.” You dryly chuckle, already feeling pathetic hearing how you sound. 

“Ouch.”

“He sucks. I’m just upset I wasted a whole year with him.”

Your bartender’s lips press into a thin line. Without another word, he refills a shot glass with your choice of alcohol. Then pulls out a fresh glass before filling it up again, but this time lifting it up and towards you. “Here’s to a new start, then.” 

Lifting your glass, you mirror his movements and you both throw your heads back to let the liquid slide down your throats. You sigh in relief, your body immediately relaxing when you feel the warmth course through you. 

“Anything else I can get for you, miss?” 

Shaking your head, you give him a quick thanks before you occupy yourself by deleting and blocking your ex’s number, checking your messages, and ensuring you pace yourself to make your afternoon flight tomorrow. After a few passing guests and text exchanges between you and friends, the bartender surprises you by sliding you a martini with a single olive inside. 

“What’s this?” You ask with a small smile, stuffing your phone back into your hand bag propped on the bar’s table top.

“Courtesy of that gentleman down the bar.” Your bartender grins, pointing at a young man who gives you a small head nod and a smile hidden behind his whiskey. “Full disclosure though, he’s a good friend of mine and thinks you’re pretty but he doesn’t wanna come over unless you’re okay with it.”

“If I’m not?” 

“Then you can take the free drink and I’ll pass on a thank you. If you are, well, everything afterwards is up to you two, isn’t it?” He smirks at you, tucking his hands under his biceps.

You look down the bar, eyeing the way the bartender’s friend casually scrolls through his phone and taking reserved sips of his drink. “And what’s your friend’s name?” You ask aloud, gaze still locked on the man interested in you.

“John.” The bartender nods, watching as you take a cautious sip of your martini. “I’m Jaehyun. I thought I might as well introduce myself if I’m introducing you to a friend of mine.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You chuckle, introducing yourself before taking another sip of your free drink. “Now be honest with me Jaehyun, does your friend have a girlfriend or wife waiting for him back home? I’m not a fan of getting into drama because a man can’t stay faithful.”

”He’s painfully single.” Jaehyun admits as he quietly laughs under his breath. Looking over his shoulder at his friend, he leans forward onto the bar. “Loyal to a fault, sometimes. He’s a good guy though. I promise you’ll be safe with him. Hell, I trust him with my life.”

”You sound like you’ve known him for a while.”

”Too long.” Jaehyun laughs, his cute dimples making their appearance in front of you. “So, what do you think? Wanna meet him or should I just send him your thanks?”

You pause, pondering the options. But with a sip of alcohol courage, you settle on your answer. “I don’t mind meeting him.”

“You won’t regret it.” Jaehyun playfully throws you a wink and turns to look at his friend. He tilts his head in your direction, a cheeky and knowing smile curling from his lips.

— A Very Charming Man.

The tall man at the end of the bar makes his way to you — dark gray slacks accentuating his long legs, black long sleeve button up shirt wrapped perfectly around his biceps, and a half full glass of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Jaehyun playfully wiggles his eyebrows after introducing the two of you, then quickly turns his attention to tend to the arrival of new patrons.

With a firm handshake, Johnny locks his eyes with yours as a kind smile curls his lips. Pulling at the barstool next to you, you slightly lean forward and thank him for the free drink he sent your way. 

“It’s my pleasure.” He replies, mirroring the way you leaned into him. With a hand respectfully pressed on the middle of your back, he rubs a quick circle before retracting his hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, what brings you here? Is it personal or business?”

“Both, I guess.” A tiny smile dances on your lips before you take a sip of your drink. “I had dinner with my boy—“ You pause and clear your throat, correcting yourself. “Ex-boyfriend. And I leave for a work trip. This hotel is closer to the airport, hence my stay.” 

Johnny nods, then looks past the second part of your response, clearly not there to talk about work. “So, that guy you were with is your ex?” He points behind him with his thumb, gesturing towards the dining area you were previously sitting. 

“You were watching me?” You tease, the tip of your tongue pressing on the inside of your cheek. Your head slightly tips to the side and you lightly swivel the stool you’re on, almost flattered by the information he let slip.

Johnny drops his head before rubbing his chin, a small chuckle leaving his lips. Pushing his styled hair back with his long fingers, his jaw slacks open just enough to see the tip of his tongue run across the back of his lower teeth. 

“Believe me, I’m not one to look at women who are already taken.” The edge of his mouth lifts into an unapologetic smirk. “But you? You’re hard to ignore.”

Your eyebrows lift slightly and you smile against your martini glass, trying your best to keep your cool while you assume his words are used on every woman he’s interested in. 

“Now I’m very curious,” Johnny lets out, palm facing down and fingers sprawled open on the bar’s counter top. “Did he break up with you or was it the other way around?”

“I wish I could tell you I did, but no,” you quietly huff, “he broke up with me.” You bitterly admit, swallowing a big gulp of your alcoholic beverage. 

Johnny’s eyebrows furrow, clearly baffled at your words. He shakes his head and chuckles in disbelief. “There’s no way. Did he give you a reason?”

“Many, actually.” You giggle, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth with a slight head tilt, thinking back on your ex-boyfriend’s reasons behind ending the relationship. “I’m too focused on my career and not enough on him. I have to be mentally fucked for not wanting to start my own family. And he chewed me out for not having sex with him for the last three months.”

Johnny sharply sucks in air through his clenched teeth. “You’re clearly the problem. Those are huge red flags, didn’t you know that?” Johnny sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from you as he grins from ear to ear.

“Yeah, it’s totally me.” You press your palm to your chest, feigning a bit of pain as you sarcastically admit to your wrongdoings. “You’re absolutely right. You should run before it’s too late.” 

You and Johnny quietly laugh to yourselves just as his hand slowly cups under yours; testing the waters to see if you’d pull away or not. When you don’t, he leans in just enough for you to smell the fresh aquatic cologne he has on.

“If you ask me, it sounds like you scared him.” 

“What?” You giggle, unknowingly squeezing his hand. “What’re you talking about?”

Johnny grins, enlighten at the fact you asked him to explain. “Hot girls are always so oblivious.” He lets out, slightly shaking his head just before he shifts his feet onto the foot rail on the stool he’s sitting on. “You’re so sure of yourself, it scares him. Some men can’t handle that.” Johnny playfully shrugs before finally swallowing the last of his drink.

You catch the way his Adam’s apple bobs up and down when he swallows, the condensation of melted ice slowly rolling down his long fingers. You tighten your hold on his hand, moving it on the bar top before securing it on your lap. “And where do you fall? Does that scare you, too?”

Johnny’s grin spreads, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. His large hand grabs the leg of your barstool and pulls you closer to him with ease, surprising you with his strength. With your knees fitting perfectly between his, his bold actions cause a flurry of butterflies in your torso and lustful thoughts rush straight to your brain.

“Not at all.” He confidently answers, carefully leaning into the backrest of his stool. “I find it very attractive, actually. I’m even glad he fumbled the way he did.”

“Why’s that?" You giggle as your palm gently rubs up and down the fabric over his thigh. His muscles tense up and you watch the way he casually drags his thumb against his bottom lip. 

“Well, for starters, I’m with you right now and he’s not. That itself is a win, don’t you think?” He cockily grins, straightening his posture.

You can’t help but giggle, amused and in awe by his naturally charming demeanor. “Are you always this smooth with your words?” You ask, leaning forward enough to invite yourself into his personal bubble.

You don’t expect him to mirror your actions, but he does and your breath catches when his lips are inches away from yours. 

“Only with women I’m interested in.” His gaze falls to your lips, then back to your eyes. “Do you always play hard to get?”

“Only when I don’t wanna seem too eager.” You reply, pulling yourself away. You watch the way Johnny hungrily locks onto your movements before he leans back, too.

“Eager for what?”

You simply shrug and swallow the last bits of your martini. 

“It can be a lot of things. You could be eager to have a stimulating conversation or to have someone to help you forget about your ex.” He pauses, eyeing you up and down like he’s ready to devour you right then and there. “Maybe you’re eager to sleep with a handsome stranger you met at a hotel bar. Who knows? The possibilities are endless.”

You bite back a smile, looking away from the stranger in front of you — almost refusing to admit how easily he saw right through you.

“Can I ask you another personal question?” 

“Sure. At this point, I’m an open book for you.” 

Johnny chooses his words carefully before he speaks. “You refused to sleep with him. I wanna believe it’s because he wasn’t good in bed, but I have a feeling it’s more than that.”

“Oh, it’s absolutely more than that.” You chuckle under your breath, sitting up and straightening your posture. You give Johnny a sigh, scoffing in disbelief as you recall your ex’s words that cut a little deeper than you wanted to admit. “I assume you know what a breeding kink is, right?”

Johnny’s cheeks flood with a pink hue and you’re unsure if it’s from the alcohol or the fact he’s surprised the words came out of your mouth. “I, uh, not from experience but I’ve heard of it, sure.”

“Well, I’m not fond of the idea of having children of my own, but under the right circumstances the idea of breeding is kinda hot — the possessiveness, the dirty talk, the creampie. Anyway, the idea of stopping my birth control was brought up so he could start a family. I told him I like the act but don’t actually want kids but he told me I was crazy to have the kink and not actually pull through with it.” 

Johnny’s expression is unreadable when he looks at you. For a second, you think you've shared too much but he nods, intently listening to your words. 

“His pressure to let him come inside me without protection started to annoy me, so I just took sex off the table. I guess it took him 3 months of no sex to finally end it.”

“Wait,” Johnny huffs in disbelief, “he got to come inside of you and still had complaints?” Johnny runs his palm over his face in slight frustration, shaking his head. “This guy is a fucking idiot. Listen, if that had been me—” A low whistle leaves his perfectly shaped lips while he hungrily eyes you up and down. “I’d shut up. Actually, I’d let you do anything you want to me. Might even thank you if I did.”

You can’t help but laugh at his ridiculous comment. Playfully pushing his shoulder, you earn a giggle and smirk from him. 

Johnny is too charming for your own good — something you know you shouldn’t fall for; something that has ‘player’ written all over it. But you ignore what you know you’re supposed to do because who says you can’t hook up with a handsome stranger you met at a bar that you probably won’t ever see again?

“So,” Johnny quietly interjects your thoughts, holding your hand in his. “Let’s say you did have me for a night, what would you want me to do?” 

You pause, tilting your head before your lips curved into a sly smile. “I’ve been in a shitty relationship for a year with a shitty guy who didn’t know how to fuck me properly.” You lean in and he meets you halfway. With your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, his skin begins to prickle with anticipation. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

He hums a laugh that’s filled with mischief and lust. “My room or yours?” His lips part slightly, hand sliding up and down the side of your thigh.”

“Yours.”

— Room 1409.

“After you.” Johnny smiles, holding his hotel room door open and gesturing to you to step in.

You sharply inhale, slightly nervous about hooking up with a stranger after so long. Your hold tightens around the straps of your handbag before you step into the air conditioned room. You catch your reflection at the full-length mirror near the closet and you take a quick look at yourself — there’s a sheen in your eyes from the alcohol, but to your surprise your hair and makeup are still intact.

“Beautiful, aren’t you?” Johnny whispers, palms sliding over the front of your dark green satin dress wrapped around your torso when his reflection appears behind you. With a swift movement, he twists your body to face him.

You let out a giggle when you nearly trip on your heels. “You’re a real smooth talker, Johnny.”

“It’s easy when everything I say is true.” 

His warm palm slides against the side of your neck before his fingers cups your nape. As his thumb brushes your bottom lip, your heart stutters and slow, shallow breaths begin to slip from between your lips. His thumb slides down your chin before settling just under your jaw, hand loosely wrapped around your neck, but tight enough to make you melt under his touch. When your lower back meets the nearest console table, his hips press into yours and your fingers curl around his black button up, silently begging him to come closer. 

The second his lips weave with yours, your knees begin to quiver. The tang of alcohol is prominent, but you don’t mind. Not when his hand grips tighter around your throat making you whimper against his lips. 

It’s intoxicating and possessive, like you were always his.

His large hands slide down your waist and squeeze your hips just enough to smoothly lift you until you’re sitting on the wooden console’s table top. He kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw all while his hands roam under your dress, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your underwear and slides it down your thighs before slipping the thin fabric in back pockets of his dress pants. 

Kissing down your throat, he begins sucking hard enough to leave proof of this night. His fingers dig into your hips as he pulls your skin taut to leave a deeper discolored bruise, then another, and another. Pushing your dress up and over your head, he trails down your chest to leave a badge of claim between your cleavage and when he drops to his knees, he kisses down your sternum and your hips. 

The anticipation is agonizing, yet it’s the most intense and satisfying feeling you’ve felt in a while. It’s slow, deliberate, but purposeful like Johnny can hear the way your heart pounds against your chest; like he enjoys the way you’re trembling just by grazing his lips over your skin. 

Johnny lifts your leg over his broad shoulder while his other hand pushes against your other thigh, spreading your legs wider for him. Tilting your hips, he buries himself between you — licking and sucking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

You don’t realize the way you’re holding your breath, already feeling light headed as you watch him drag his lips closer and closer to your core. Your eyes flick to the mirror behind him and a spark in the pit of your stomach ignites all while excitement pools between your folds.

When Johnny flattens his tongue and glides it over your slit, your mouth slacks open from pleasure. Your fingers comb through his hair as you throw your head back, resting it on the wall behind you. 

His name stutters from your mouth, fingers tugging on his now messy and disheveled hair. He swirls the tip of his tongue over your clit and his saliva slides down, mixing with your slick. The pads of his fingers dig into your inner thighs, burying his face deeper into you and wrapping his lips around your drenched pussy, gliding his tongue up and down all while his gaze never shifts from your reaction. 

It’s embarrassing, really, how close you are. Heat pools in your lower back and soon travels up your spine and neck before it floods your face entirely. Your chest heaves up and down, already feeling dizzy from the intensity that’s building faster than you can keep up with. 

But that certainly doesn’t stop your hips from moving against Johnny when the tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen clit, selfishly chasing the high that’s so close, you can barely hold on. Your hand flies to your mouth, muffling your sultry moans that made Johnny harden under his dress pants. Unsatisfied, Johnny tugs on your wrist and pins it to your abdomen while your free hand grips the edge of the table beneath you. 

You don’t give Johnny a warning except for a string of curses that you’ve intertwined between whimpers. Your velvety walls clench tightly, and so do your thighs, as the coil in your lower abdomen snaps. Your body twitches when his tongue runs over your throbbing clit — sucking and gently rolling over it until you’re helplessly trembling from the stimulation. 

Johnny smirks against you, then tenderly pecks kisses against your soaked core. When he rises he immediately cups your cheeks, but you’re the one who lunges towards him desperately. He lets out a low chuckle, allowing your fingers to hastily undo his leather belt before tucking your hand into his dress pants.

You grin against Johnny’s lips when you feel his long, thick member hidden behind the fabric wrapped around his waist. Dragging your thumb over his leaking tip, Johnny quietly groans before his middle finger rolls over your clit with just enough pressure to make your hips twitch against him. 

His middle finger slides into you with ease, your slick coating his entire finger. When he curls his fingertips, it brushes past your sweet spot and makes your walls involuntarily clench around his digit. Your fist tightens around his shaft, jerking it up and down to mirror the way his finger slides in and out of your soaked cunt. 

“This pretty cunt can take one more, right?” Johnny whispers against your lips as the tip of his ring finger probes your entrance, easing its way through your opening and filling your space to its brim. 

You eagerly nod, colliding your lips with his. The sting of the stretch soon melts into pleasure, letting you focus on the feeling of pleasure you couldn’t even fulfill on your own. 

Your moans turn into shallow bursts of breathless air, chest rising up and down as his rough palm rubs slaps against your aroused clit. The rhythmic movement inches you closer to another burst of pleasure that makes you insatiable. 

Your lips part in a silent cry. Your leg mindlessly wraps around Johnny’s waist, hips grinding against his palm, and nails scratching the fabric over his deltoids. His head drops to your shoulder when he feels your gummy walls pulse around his fingers and his breath warms your bare shoulder with a cocky huff of laughter.

“F-fuck me,” you beg, hastily push down the waistband of his underwear and dress pants. 

His cock springs up and blood rushes to his shaft, his veins protruding against his skin, and his darkened tip leaking with his thick and clear precum. His large hand guides his tip to your entrance and pushes into you. You already feel the way your body has to adjust to his size when he slowly pops his tip in and out over and over again until every inch is swallowed by your needy little cunt.

Your fingers frantically search for the buttons of his shirt, eagerly undoing the top two buttons before Johnny impatiently pulls the fabric apart — buttons becoming undone as it rips from the threading and falls onto the floor.

The way your palms slide up his chest and across his shoulders to push the fabric of his shirt off sends jolts down his spine and straight to his cock, twitching inside of you. When he allows his shirt to slide off his arms and fall to the floor, he hooks his arms behind your knees then presses his palms against the top of the table console before breaking you open ensuring he’s flesh to flesh with you with every hard thrust. Your breath hitches when he slowly but harshly rocks his hips back and forth until your moans are fucked right out of you. The edge of the table bangs against the wall behind you in a rhythmic pattern to match Johnny’s deep and hungry jerk of his hips.

With every rut, he dives deeper into you — nothing but his tip sweetly kissing your cervix in the compromised angle he has you in. Slinging your arms around his shoulders, you pull him closer and catch a glimpse of the reflection of the mirror. The way his back muscles flex with every slam of his hips makes you pant into his ear, which does nothing but gives him permission to fuck you until your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re barely forming coherent sentences. 

Your fingers manage to tug his hair, tilting his head back before gripping his jaw and forcing his focus to shift from his hips to the way your tongue rolls over his. 

With a shaky exhale through his nose, he quickly pulls out of you and your legs fall suddenly without his support. He tugs on your forearm and swiftly manages to have his bare chest pressed against your back as he guides you to the bed. 

“Bend over.” He commands through gritted teeth, already pushing down on your shoulders. 

You don’t object. With your knees firmly planted into the plush mattress, Johnny’s thick tip pushes past your folds once more but this time your juices help glide inside of you as if he belongs there. A deep raspy groan leaves him when he bottoms out, your body jerking forward as he thrusts. His fingers tightly grip your ass for leverage just before he mercilessly ruts into you. His bare chest presses against your back, heat building between your bodies. His soft grunts fill your ears as his lips brush against the shell of your ear, causing your nails to dig into the sheets before burying your face in them. 

Johnny chuckles devilishly, gripping your elbows with both hands and pulling you back until the top half of your body is suspended over the sheets. Snaking a hand down your torso and tucking itself between your thighs, he easily finds your sensitive nub between your folds, circling it delicately. “You’re not hiding that pretty face from me.” 

You’re not sure how many times you’ve reached ecstasy with the way you’re being thrown in positions you thought you were too rigid to be in. Your body trembles, but you happily push past it with the way Johnny eagerly fulfills your request: to show you what you’ve been missing out on. 

Johnny knew when to slow it down, giving your body the most tender kisses and admiration it rightfully deserved. But he also knew when your body craved for more — and more, and more — until you’re tearing from the corner of your eyes from the overstimulation that blurred pain and pleasure seamlessly. 

And you enjoy every second of it. 

As you lay there, limp and exhausted, a satisfied grin is painted on your face as his seed leaks out of you. Johnny’s plastered beside you, proud and confident as ever. You cuddle into him, feeling his chest rise and fall — clearly still reeling from the dopamine rush that came with spending the night with you. 

“I haven’t felt this amazing in years.” You sigh, fingertips gently running up and down the crevices of his abdomen. 

“Glad to be of service tonight.” Johnny chuckles as his lips brush against your forehead. “Glad your ex fucked up the way he did.”

“Loser behavior, I guess.” You happily sigh. “Though, I do wish I could see the look on his face if he ever saw your cum dripping out of me. He hated the idea of my other exes doing it. Imagine how pissed he’d be that I let a stranger do it.”

“Why don’t we find out?”

Your head shoots up, looking at him in confusion. “What?” You awkwardly laugh. “What are we gonna do? Invite him here to see this?”

“Not quite.” 

Johnny swings his legs off the side of bed and fishes for his phone from the pocket of his pants. Taking a seat at the foot of the bed, he parts your thighs and it’s astonishing how quickly you comply. Lifting his phone in view, you quickly catch on to what he has planned. He presses the big red button to film between your thighs, fingers sliding his seed into you. When he lifts his coated middle finger to your lips, he ensures the camera only catches the lower half of your face, as you gladly suck on his digit until he ends the recording. 

“What’s your ex’s number?” Johnny questions as the pads of his fingers patiently wait for your reply.

You repeat the number that you’ve unfortunately memorized by heart and watch him type it into his phone. “Won’t he just have your number if you send him the video?”

“It’s a good thing I’m changing it when I get back home.” Johnny smiles as he lays next to you. He hovers his phone, ensuring you can also see the screen and what he’s typing. 

Thanks for leaving her, loser. Never would’ve met her at the bar if it weren’t for you. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of her. I’ll just breed her until the only name she knows is mine. 

The swoosh sound on iMessage is heard and the delivered notification pops up under Johnny’s message. He silences his phone and tosses it to the side. 

You giggle, swinging your leg over him before straddling his lower abdomen. With his palms sliding across the sides of your hips, he grabs a handful of your pillowy rear — your skin spilling between his fingers before his tip slides into you again, lifting his hips and sinking into you until you’re stuffed full. Pressing your lips to his jaw, you trail soft kisses until you reach just below his earlobe. 

“You should keep your promise. Unless…” you tease between kisses, “you’re all bark and no bite?”

Both you and Johnny miss the flurry of angry texts flooding Johnny’s phone, but neither of you care; not when you’re being shown pleasure in ways you could never imagine until the break of dawn.

❁❁❁❁❁

Who tf is this?

Fucking answer me you little shit!

[10 missed calls]

You’re a little bitch. ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE.

[6 missed calls]

When I find you I swear to god I’ll beat your ass

[4 missed calls]

I hope you get a fucking STD

❁❁❁❁❁

Your internal clock and the sun beaming into the room from the balcony wakes you from your sleep. There’s a delicious ache between your thighs and it takes you a second to process your surroundings, until you’re made aware of the arm that slides across your bare torso and effortlessly pulls you closer to his heated body.

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of sneaking away before saying goodbye.” Johnny chuckles — soft, tired, and raspy. Nuzzling the tip of his nose into your shoulder, a gentle kiss adorns your skin. 

“I was gonna leave a note.” You playfully counter as your fingers mindlessly rake through his thick and messy hair. “But now that you’re awake, guess I can tell you that I should probably head out to let you pack for your flight back home.” 

Johnny groans, lifting his head to see the pieces of clothing haphazardly thrown around the room along with his suitcase wide open with used clothes piled on each other. 

“Thank you for last night, John.” You quietly let out, hand gently pressed against his cheek to carefully guide his gaze back to you. “I really appreciate it.”

“It was my pleasure.” 

Placing a quick kiss to your cheek, you take that as your cue to get ready to leave. His eyes watch your movements intently as you slip on your dress from last night and search for your underwear amongst the pile of clothes. 

“Where’d you put my underwear?”

A tiny snicker leaves his lips before a smug expression washes over him as he leans back into the headboard. When you look at him, he gives you a tiny and innocent shrug. “Maybe if you stay while I pack, it’ll show up.”

You roll your eyes, jaw slacking open with a tiny grin. Your eyes flick to his white long sleeve shirt he wore last night and you swipe it into your hand before wrapping it up around your waist. 

“You can keep that and I’ll take this as a memento.” You giggle, making your way to his side of the bed. “Remember, it’s silk. Don’t make the mistake of throwing it in the washer. Hand wash, only.” 

Cupping the sides of his face and tilting it in your direction, you place a kiss on his forehead — his eyes fluttering shut at the softness of your lips while his arm wraps around your waist. 

“Have a safe flight home.” 

Johnny chuckles softly, his arm pulling you in effortlessly and your knees press into the side of the mattress. “You know…I’m a fast packer.”

“Yeah?” You giggle. “And you’re telling me this because…?”

“One more time for old times’ sake? I’ll let you be on top this time.” 

Letting out a hum and pretending to contemplate the tempting idea, you gently brush your thumbs over the space just below his eyes before a kiss presses onto his lips. 

“Let’s have fate decide when we do this again.” You whisper in the space between your lips. “In the meantime, I have a meeting to prep for and you have luggage that needs to be packed. Not to mention, a flight you need to catch.” 

Johnny sighs in defeat, then a beat of silence follows before speaking again. “That’s fair.” 

Bringing the back of your hand to his lips, Johnny gives your skin a quick peck then brushes his thumb over your cheekbone. Cupping your face with a gentle touch, he pulls you in for a kiss — one of gratitude and farewell all wrapped in the slow movements of his lips.

When you pull away, your forehead presses against his while you catch your breath.  

“Take care, Johnny.” You finally let out, pulling away as he playfully tugs on your fingers. 

When you finally get enough distance, your hand drops to your side and Johnny’s arm drops onto the sheets covering his bare lower half. Giving him a final wave goodbye, you grab your belongings and head out into the hallway, feeling renewed. Like a night away from your usual strict routine made you genuinely happy — something you haven’t felt in a very long time. 

❁❁❁❁❁

Sorry, too busy fucking her dumb to get back to you. 

She feels waaay too good to only go one round…or two…or three…

Also thought you should know Y/N says thanks, you helped her realize how bad you are at sex. 

And the name’s Johnny, bitch.

[this contact has been blocked]

— A New Place & A Reintroduction.

“So…” Mina sheepishly rocks back and forth on her heel, the wind whipping through her thick dark hair. Her fingers grip the handles of her handbag, the leather fabric tapping against her knees as you two wait near the front entrance of the high rise building you’ll be working in for the next year. 

“So…” you repeat suspiciously, waiting for Mina to stop beating around the bush and ask you what’s on her mind. 

“That hook up…” she finally lets out, quickly scanning your features for any reaction that would somehow tell her who it was with.

“Mina.” You sternly reply, giving her a look as if to tell her to keep your personal business far from your professional life. “Not now.”

“I’m sorry,” she whines, childishly stopping her feet. “One minute I’m thinking you’re getting proposed to at dinner and the next you tell me you’re single and hooked up with a stranger.”

You sigh, already regretting telling her about your night of fun while waiting at the gate for your flight a week ago. It’s clear to you that this has been stewing in the crevices of Mina’s brain, too scared to ask more details knowing how privileged she is to even hear that you hooked up with someone. 

“It’s like something possessed you. It doesn’t sound like you at all:” She quietly comments, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love it, I’m just surprised. Do you know his name at least?”

Before you could reply, an older man waves and catches your attention. It takes you a second to realize it’s the manager you’ve been in contact with for the past few months — Mr. Choi. He appears with an all too excited grin on his face, already telling you he’s more than excited for this partnership between your home company and the one you’re temporarily transferred to.

“It’s nice to see the both of you again! Come on in, I’ll show you around.” He smiles, leading you towards the bright lobby of elevators. “I’m sorry to hear about the delay in furniture deliveries for the two of you. I’m hoping the hotel suffices until then.” 

“Oh it does!” Mina interjects happily, enjoying the room service at the expense of the company account. “This is by far the best hotel we’ve been in and, trust me, we’ve been in a lot.” 

A deep chuckle rumbles in Mr. Choi’s chest, arm extending out between the elevator doors as it opens then gesturing for the two of you to step into the cramped metal box. 

“We take up the top two floors. Beautiful view over the city, I should add.” Mr. Choi says, sounding a lot like a real estate agent than anything else at the moment. “Our floor is split in two, the east wing—” Mr. Choi looks at you. “Is where you’ll be. The west wing—” Mr. Choi looks at Mina. “That’s where you’ll be.” 

When the elevator doors open, you’re greeted by the floor to ceiling windows providing natural lighting that spills through the central lobby. To the right of you, you’re met with the two receptions who stand upon seeing their manager.

“Good morning, Mr. Choi.” They greet in unison before their eyes flick towards you and Mina. 

Your sights fall towards their lanyard and the identification card that is used to enter the many doors of the building. 

“Chenle, Jisung,” Mr. Choi greets, straightening his posture. “I’d like you to meet the newest members of our team — Miss Y/N and Miss Mina.” 

“It’s nice to meet you, welcome to the team!” Chenle says, clasping his hands together. “Let us know if we can do anything to make the transition smoother.” The younger man next to him simply smiles and nods before excusing himself when the phone rings, pulling his attention there instead.

You and Mina give the two younger men a warm smile and a nod, but your verbal appreciation is cut short when you’re gestured towards the west wing by Mr. Choi, who immediately begins spewing out the renovation plan to improve the floor even more. 

As you’re swept away, you quickly turn your head to let out a quick thank you to the two men you just met. As you do, you catch a glimpse of disdain on Chenle’s face who seems to be burning a hole in the back of Mr. Choi before Jisung playfully punches his bicep to get him back into work. 

Just past the restrooms, you see the heavy glass doors at the end of the hallway open up. A man with dark rimmed glasses, a white button up shirt, and dark slacks with his hair perfectly parted into a three-fourths part walks out, his gaze focused on the iPad he’s holding. 

“Ah, Doyoung!” Mr. Choi loudly greets, starling the man who stops in his tracks. 

The man, you now know as Doyoung, mutters something under his breath before gripping the tablet in his hand and pushing the frame of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Meeting him halfway down the hall, Mr. Choi introduces you and Mina. 

“Miss Mina, Doyoung is the person who is going to show you the ins and outs of the west wing.” Mr. Choi informs, watching Mina firmly shake the hand Doyoung extended. 

“Can’t wait!” Mina says enthusiastically.

“C’mon,” Doyoung quietly says, tilting his head towards the glass doors. “I’ll show you to your office. It’s right next to mine.” 

“And Doyoung,” Mr. Choi interjects. “Introduce her to the rest of the team and catch her up, will you?” 

You watch Doyoung sharply inhale. His posture fully straightens before a tight lipped smile forms on his lips. 

“I will.”

You watch as your friend disappears behind the foggy glass doors and you’re now left alone with Mr. Choi, analyzing the way his eyes burn intimidatingly while he watches the glass door come to a full close. When he looks at you, they drastically soften and the playful demeanor he’s always presented to you reappears. 

“Let me show you to your office.” He nods and the two of you backtrack, passing the central lobby and towards the east wing. Walking past conference room one and two, that’s directly across from each other, you’re guided to a vacant office room that’s filled with sleek, minimal furniture and painted with boring white walls that you’re able to see that’s not covered windows. 

“You’re right, the view is great.” You let out, making your way towards the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city below you. 

“It’s the best!” Mr. Choi says proudly, as if he’s the one who made it that way. “Across the hall is one of our best employees, but don’t tell him that. He can get a little cocky. He’ll be your point of contact to help you adjust, though he’ll be reporting to you.” 

You look out the wide picture window that gives you the perfect view inside the unoccupied office across from yours. The same furniture you have is rearranged into a logical design you learned would be efficient for productivity. On the desk, a stack of Manila folders balanced next to his office phone and a notepad with a few bullet points scribbled on the top of the white lined sheet.

“If he’s the best like you say he is, I’d say the confidence is well deserved, no?” 

Mr. Choi chuckles, watching as a disarming smile stretches across your face. “A little humbling would do him good, but I suppose you’re right.” An awkward beat of silence follows before he speaks. “Let me show you the break room.”

You follow Mr. Choi down the hall and enter the large break room with a few lounge chairs and counters filled with a variety of drinks and snacks for anyone’s enjoyment. 

“Didn’t expect everyone to be in here.” Mr. Choi said sternly, scanning the room filled with employees who shamefully looked down at the floor beneath them. 

The contrast of the chattering then and the dead silence now is stark. You watch as some employees uncomfortably shift from one foot to another while others finish up making their morning coffee. Then Mr. Choi clears his throat, adjusts his posture to his full height and crosses his hands against the small of his back. 

“I’d like you all to meet the newest member of our team, Miss Y/N.”

Their sights land on you all at once making you feel uncomfortable beyond comparison. You manage to give them a small wave and they mirror your movements, a quiet wave of ‘hi’ and ‘hellos’ filling the space. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife. 

“Looking forward to working with you all,” you smile, quickly pulling yourself together — straightening your posture, lowering your hands to your sides, and taking a half step forward. 

Mr. Choi takes a full step forward, now placing you slightly behind him. “I’m sure you all have work to start on, right?” He says, an edge to his voice to grab any semblance of power in front of you. 

With another step forward, you’re now next to Mr. Choi. The uncomfortable look on the employees face is prominent, making you realize Mr. Choi is purposefully ignoring it. 

“I’m sure they’re fueling for the day ahead.” You interject, looking at Mr. Choi dead in the eyes, something you’ve learned from your years in this career. “Don’t we all need a little moment to ourselves and a nice cup of coffee before diving into piles of work?”

You flash Mr. Choi another placating smile with your hand gently placing itself on his shoulder for a second before retracting it next to your side.

“I mean, I know I do.” You chuckle, looking at the rest of the employees. They quickly catch on to your point and each one of them gives an agreeable head nod. 

“I suppose you’re right.” Mr. Choi quickly agrees, palm of his hand rubbing the back of his flushed neck. “Again.” He quietly chuckles, sliding his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.

Mina appears beside you and so does Doyoung, hand still holding the iPad but this time, glasses tucked into the breast pocket of his collared shirt. Doyoung does his part in introducing Mina who, like always, greets with the utmost enthusiasm. 

Mr. Choi’s phone rings, excusing himself to the corner of the room as he takes the call. You take this opportunity to get the names of some of the employees to begin building rapport with them after the awkward initial meeting. 

From the corner of your eye, you watch the way Mr. Choi snaps his fingers to catch Doyoung’s attention, his phone still pressed to his ear. He whispers something into the young employee's ear and you know it’s about you when Doyoung’s eyes lock onto yours. Then just like that, the older manager disappears out of the break room and into a conference room for more privacy to pace back and forth.

With a small wave goodbye, the employees disappear into a bigger room filled with cubicles separating them into smaller spaces. Doyoung follows suit, making his way out the door before you stop him.

“Uh, Doyoung—” you call out, stepping towards him. “Can I speak with you…in my office?” 

Surprised with your request, he nods hesitantly before both him and Mina follow you. Closing the door, Mina leans against your desk while cranning her neck to take in the boring look of your new space. Doyoung stands in the middle of the room, patiently waiting.

“What’s the deal with the tension between everyone and Mr. Choi?” You blatantly ask, catching the employee in front of you by surprise. 

Lifting his hand to the back of his neck, he gently scratches his prickling scalp. His mouth falls open, only to close again. 

“Tension?” Mina squeaks, catching everyone’s attention. “There’s tension?” 

Doyoung sighs, balancing his iPad on the arm rest of a nearby sofa. “He’s fairly new.” Doyoung begins to explain. “And utterly incompetent at doing his job. A lot of us feel that he’s on a constant power trip and it doesn’t help when he belittles anyone that isn’t a specialist, analyst, or consultant.” 

“How’d he get the job?” Mina questions, reading your mind and saving you from asking the question yourself. 

“Connections.” There’s an edge of annoyance in his tone. “Apparently, he’s friends with the founder. Though, I highly doubt the founder knows how shitty Mr. Choi—”

The two loud knocks on your office door startle the three of you before the door swings open and you see the subject of your conversation step through the door frame. Behind him stood a 6 foot 3 man with his dark locks slicked back and a killer smirk lifted from the corner of his mouth, lowering his disposable coffee cup from his lips when he locked with your gaze. 

“John, this is Miss Y/N.” Mr. Choi introduces, stepping forward and causing Doyoung to step back, settling himself next to his point of contact that’s now lingering by the window and snapping photos of the view. “Miss Y/N, this is John Suh. He’ll be working with you to ensure you’re acclimated to the new environment. He’ll assist you in whatever you need and will be reporting to you as well.” 

Your heart pounds against your ribs so hard you’re certain it’ll leave bruises. A knot tightens in the pit of your stomach, anxiety rising when you remember the night you shared — expect now he’s not just a handsome stranger you met at a bar, he’s your co-worker; one you’ll be working closely with for the next year. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Johnny interjects with a smile, feigning obliviousness and giving you a firm handshake like the one he gave the night you met. 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.” You nod. “I heard you’re the best guy here. I have nothing but high expectations.”

Johnny huffs out a quiet laugh, fingers holding his coffee cup by its rim. “I won’t disappoint you.”

“Good.” You clear your throat, your hands clasping together just below your belly button. “We should probably catch up on the recent projects coming up.” 

“We should do the same,” Mina says as she points her finger between the space separating herself and Doyoung. “Walk me through the campaigns and I’d like to see data—”

Mr. Choi chuckles — an unamused laugh that makes a knot twist in your stomach. You didn’t like the way his hand wiped over his mouth or the way he shook his head slightly as he scratched over the stubble he didn’t shave before coming to work. 

“What’s funny?” You question, cocking your head to the side in confusion. You look over at Doyoung and take a sharp inhale, bracing himself for the comment the manager is about to make. 

“I can’t help but think we’re overestimating the value of our creative department.” Mr. Choi says ignorantly with a dismissive shrug to his shoulders. “I mean, anyone with a smartphone can upload a post to social media.” 

Your blood boils, heat rushing to your cheeks and a slight ringing in your ear. Between the surprised look on Mina’s face, the second hand embarrassment in Doyoung’s, and Johnny's tense expression written all over his face, you can’t not say something. 

“But what do I know right?” Mr. Choi laughs, crossing his arms over his chest and an oblivious laugh leaving his lips. 

Johnny steps forward to defend Doyoung’s team, something he’s done countless times before, knowing Doyoung won’t ruffle feathers with a man as ignorant as Mr. Choi. 

But you speak before he can.

“Sir, I hope you’re not insinuating our creative team doesn’t provide an essential role to this company?” You let out, voice calm and steady. “I’d hate to see when a poorly thought out campaign or a post highlighting a failed strategy goes viral. It wouldn’t reflect well on the company or the founder, would it?” 

The mere mention of the founder turns Mr. Choi’s face pale, letting your words sink in before uncomfortably clearing his throat. Your eyes lock with his, refusing to be the first person to look away. Mr. Choi feels the tension, beads of sweat forming on the nape of his neck before looking down; your comment about the founder rattling him more than anything. 

“You’re right.” He manages to let out, rolling his shoulders back in a lame attempt to recoup. “I will let the four of you get back to work. Please let me know if you need anything.”

And just like that, with no apology, Mr. Choi turns on his heels and walks out of your office and straight to the elevators.

“Well that was fucking rude,” Mina huffs. “What kind of manager says that about any department?”

“An incompetent one.” Johnny scoffs, then quickly apologizing on Mr. Choi’s behalf. “We learned to ignore a lot of his comments. I’m sorry you had to see that first hand.”

“And so soon.” Doyoung adds, his eyes still glued in the direction of your office door. 

“Just ignore him,” Johnny breathes, shoulders finally relaxing as he turns to you, then to Mina. “We have a solid team and despite us not listening to him or anything he says, we don’t get reprimanded harshly when we actually do our job well and the higher ups are happy with the results.”

“This is gonna be a shitshow.” Mina exhales, then turns to you with her hand on your shoulder and a playful grin stretched across her face. “Good luck, you’re gonna need it more than me.” When she turns to her point of contact, she pulls him towards the door by his bicep. “C’mon Doyoung! We have a lot to go over.”

And just like that, you’re alone with Johnny. Thick silence fills the room and a prickling under your skin makes you shift on your feet. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here.” Johnny arches a brow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk as he lifts his disposable cup to his lips. “How’ve you been?”

“Great.” You nod, quickly clearing your throat. “So about those upcoming projects—”

“You go straight to business, don’t you?” Johnny chuckles, dropping a seat on the arm rest of a nearby couch. “I remember you being… less serious than this.” He pauses, crossing his wrists over each other as it languidly rests against his thigh. “In fact, I remember you being more relaxed than anything else. So relaxed, you could barely open your eyes when my tongue—”

The palm of your hand flies over his mouth, pressing your skin against his soft and plump lips and nearly knocking the coffee cup from his hand. With a quiet shush, you slowly retract your hand and shut your office door before closing the blinds that look into the hallway.

“Listen, John.” You sigh, forehead pressed against the frame of your door before you turn to look at him. “Whatever happened between us stays between us and in the past.” 

Johnny cocks his head, listening intently to your words. 

“From this point, everything is strictly professional. No more flirtatious looks or those little smirks. None of that.” 

Johnny can only chuckle. Not dismissively, but amused. The tip of his tongue runs across his bottom lip before tucking it between his teeth. Setting his nearly empty cup on the coffee table, he stands to his full height, towering over you. 

Your breath catches in your throat, swallowing the words you meant to say. 

“You’re sure?” Slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, he takes a few steps toward you and traps you between his frame and the door you just backed into.

You simply nod, slow and unsure, but you hoped Johnny didn’t notice the presence of hesitation. His gaze swipes over your blown out pupils staring back at him before dropping to the untucked collar of your dress shirt. His long fingers gently adjust the fabric and your breathing halts, almost afraid any type of movement would silently tell him about the fire ignited in the pit of your stomach and the tingle between your thighs. 

When he pulls away, he grabs his coffee cup by its rim and simply flashes you a charming, easy going grin. 

“I’ll follow your lead, boss.” He nods once, then goes quiet for a beat too long before clearing his throat. “Do you, maybe, wanna get out of the way so I can show you those reports?”

Heat from embarrassment prickles your underarms, your senses suddenly feeling heightened as you pathetically regain the confidence to finally move out of the way and open the door behind you. The whiff of newly brewed coffee whips through you, the smell going unnoticed until now. The typing of keyboard keys and the playful banter between the two receptionists suddenly feel louder, but don't drown out the heartbeat you hear pounding against your chest. 

Johnny snakes from behind you, unlocking his own door. Lavender scent hits you by surprise as you step in; the mist from a nearby diffuser spritzing in a calculated pattern. You watch as Johnny moves behind his desk, fingers working fast to bring up the most recent reports. He glances at you, then pauses his movements. 

“You know you’re really awkward for someone who wants to move past our night of fun.” Johnny chuckles. “If you don’t want anyone to suspect anything, don’t be suspicious.”

“This is new to me.” You admit, dropping your arms to your side. 

“This position or what happened between us?” 

You roll your eyes and a tiny smirk threatening to make its way onto your face. “Working with someone I previously hooked up with.” You quietly say, moving behind his desk to see his computer screen.

He nods, eyes falling back onto the electronic files. “I was worried for a second that you didn’t know how to do your job.”

“I do it very well, thank you very much.”

“So I’ve heard.” Johnny remarks, opening up the files most relevant to this quarter. He looks up at you and you catch a glint in his eyes as a strand of your hair falls before you quickly swipe it away — Johnny being completely enamored by your presence before he could stop himself.

“John.” You softly call out. “The reports, please.” 

“Huh?” 

You shyly smile, your thumb and fingers pressing into his cheeks before gently turning his attention back to his computer screen. “The reports, Johnny. Walk me through them, please.” Slowly retracting your hand away from his cheeks, you watch a wide grin spread across his face.

“You got it, boss.”

— A Note & A Future Lunch Date.

Two months into acclimating to the new company and your new partner, you realize a few things: Mr. Choi is absolutely not fit for his managerial position, Mina has been on a personal mission to get Doyoung out of his introverted shell and stand up to anyone who downplays his intelligence, and Johnny is incredible at his job — so incredible, you’re wondering why he isn’t in the manager’s position himself.

In fact, you find yourself thinking about Johnny a lot — a lot for someone who wants to leave the hook up in the past. The way he tilts his head and holds eye contact when he’s listening to someone speak, how his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek right before his thumb brushes his bottom lip when he’s focused on the task at hand. And the way his fingers curl around—

“Any questions for us?” Johnny’s voice sears right through your thoughts and pulls you right back next to him in the boardroom with pairs of wide eyes staring at the two of you. 

“Yes.” The lanky old man that Johnny nicknamed Mr. Cautious speaks up, shifting in his seat as he stares at the color-coded line graph behind you. Using his pen to point behind you, you and Johnny slightly turn in the direction he’s pointing in. “How are you two confident your sales are projected to increase? I mean, not too long ago, this company barely had revenue coming in a few months ago.”

“Rest assured that our predictions are based on the upward trend we’ve been seeing in the most recent weeks. New strategies, more effective and efficient I may add, have increased our numbers drastically and immediately.” You share, taking pride in the strategic plan you and Mina helped implement since arriving — no thanks to Mr. Choi who insisted on keeping the mess of a strategy already set in place until you kindly reminded him the reason behind your transfer.

“I get that, but—” Mr. Cautious interjects, hesitation written all over his face. 

“I understand the risk you’re taking.” You reassure, now understanding the reason behind Johnny’s nickname for the man in front of you.

“If I may add,” Johnny interjects, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks and straightening to his full height. He glances over your way before looking straight at Mr. Cautious. “The company Y/N is transferring from has one of, if not the best, business strategies that we've seen in years — the same strategy we’ve adopted just recently and the numbers don’t lie. You can choose now or you can choose to wait, but I fear waiting won’t have much benefit to it.”

“Though I’m sure you already know that, sir.” You flash a charming smile, before glancing over at Johnny who follows your lead and plasters a grin on his face. “You’ll find standard contracts in the folders as well.” 

In unison, those in front of you pull out the contract and look it over before signing away. A knock on the conference room door pulls your attention before Mina’s head pops in just in time for her and Doyoung’s time slot with the group. Johnny quickly collects the contracts before you both quickly grab your belongings, say your goodbyes with the crowd in front of you, and head out into the hallway.

“All contracts accounted for.” Johnny smiles proudly. “Even from Mr. Cautious himself.” He lifts his fist to give you a fist bump and you reciprocate, a little ritual you two have when you both have a successful day. “I’m going out for lunch, do you wanna join me?”

“I’m okay. I was planning to use my lunch break to catch up on my sleep.” Cupping your cheeks with the palms to warm your cold hands, you turn to glance at the surprisingly comfortable couch in your office. 

“I’m gonna guess you spent the night working.” Johnny crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head like a disappointed father. 

“You guessed right.” You giggle. “But before you go, I wanna thank you for having my back in there.  It’s nice to know I have someone I can rely on.”

Johnny smiles, endearingly stroking the back of your head. “We’re a team, you don’t have to thank me.”

”Sure, but I think it’s still worth noting.” You gently squeeze his arm. “Even if Mr. Choi refuses to admit it to your face, you’re amazing.”

“Well, since we’re dishing out compliments,” Johnny steps forward and leans towards your ear. “I’m glad you're here. You make coming to work worth it.”

You bite your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide at Johnny’s words. “Enjoy your lunch John. I’ll see you in a little bit.” 

Johnny nods, watching you disappear into your office. You catch his eyes from your window and you give him a small wave before shutting the newly replaced blinds that blocked out the hallway lights. Situating yourself on your sofa, you can’t help but replay Johnny’s words in your head until you drift off to sleep.   

❁❁❁❁❁

The alarm on your phone interrupts your sleep to let you know that you have 15 minutes left of your lunch break. Stretching your arms over your head, you stare at the blank ceiling to help yourself actively wake up before sitting up on your sofa.

To your surprise, you find a wrapped sandwich, an unopened bag of your favorite chips, a bottle of water, and a handwritten note from a memo pad you have on your desk is sitting undisturbed on the coffee table in front of you.

It’s your usual order. You need the energy :)  - Johnny

You make your way over to your blinds, opening it up and seeing Johnny sitting at his desk chewing on the end of his covered pen before his eyes meets yours. He gives you a small wave before grabbing his notepad and jotting something down then lifting it up for you to read.

Did you sleep well?

You quickly look behind you for the identical notepad and pen to write your response.

Yes, I did :) Thanks for the food, too.  I owe you a lunch date this week.    

Holding up the notepad to the window, you watch the way Johnny’s eyes scan your writing and a genuine smile stretches across his face. Pressing his pen to the paper, he writes a quick response and lifts the notepad to his chest.

I’ll hold you to that :)

You quietly laugh to yourself, then nod at Johnny, silently agreeing to his words. Johnny gives you a wicked smirk accompanied by a wink before his attention turns to his ringing phone. You take that as your cue to quickly scarf down your lunch as you clear out your email’s inbox, ensuring to tuck Johnny’s note into your wallet for safe keeping.

— A Rainy Day.

Four months into transferring and the routine of your position is deeply rooted into your daily life. Rolling your neck, you briefly shut your eyes in an attempt to relieve the strain on your eyes from staring at your computer screen all day. 

It’s one of those days you haven’t left your office — meeting with people virtually, ordering lunch through an app and one of the two receptions delivering it to you to get a second away from the ringing of their phones, staring out your window at at the pouring rain, and above all being isolated from the one person that effortlessly eased your work stress. 

Johnny’s been cooped up in his office for the same reason you are — meeting with overseas partners and clients virtually. You’ve caught him a few times, pacing back and forth in his attempt to stimulate his brain to prevent him from falling asleep during boring small talk he doesn’t care about. 

You try your best to refocus on the reports you have left to do before your work day ends. Your eyes gloss over yet another detailed and excruciating report, scanning for information that would be remotely beneficial to you at the moment. 

When you finally come across a discrepancy, your body jolts to attention and you use this as an excuse to save both you and Johnny from another minute of boredom. 

Your hand flies to your office phone’s receiver to call your partner in the room across from you. Two rings pass until Johnny’s voice is heard on the other line.

“Hey boss, finally caved in to admit you missed me today?” He jokingly says, leaning into the backrest of his chair and tucking an arm under the other. 

“No, I—”

“Too lazy to walk in here yourself?” He quickly interjects, head flying up when he sees you through the hallway windows when you stand from your seat, giving him a look that feigns annoyance. In return, Johnny gives you a quick, playful wink as he holds the phone’s receiver to his ear. 

“Or did you call to see if I missed you since I’ve been cooped up in this stupid office all day without my favorite person to keep me company. The answer is yes by the way, if you care.” 

His words, admittedly, make your heart soar. Your lips break into a smile before you could stop it. “Then stretch those long legs of yours and make your way over here. I need to talk to you about something.”

“Something?” His brow quirks up and a little smirk lifts from the corner of his mouth. “Something delightful, I hope.”

“Not quite.” You hum and scrunch your nose, watching his lips fall into a frown as he hears your words. “It’s about the reports you sent me.”

“Uh oh, I’m not in trouble, am I?” His bottom lip juts into an exaggerated pout, swiveling his chair side to side as he holds your gaze through the glass. 

“You will be if you don’t make yourself useful and get over here.” You lift a finger and curl it, motioning him to ‘come here’ before ending the call. 

Sauntering over, Johnny appears in your doorway within seconds. “Your insane attention to detail will be the death of me.” Johnny complains, making his way over to you. “What did I do wrong boss? And go easy on me, my ego is still recovering from the last time.”

“Oh please, last time only I pointed out your typos before sending it off to the execs and you acted as if I cursed your entire family.” You roll your eyes. “You’re being so dramatic. Anyway, lucky for you, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just have a question about the drop in sales from here—” You point at your computer screen, your manicured nail pointing to the drop in numbers on the table in the report. “—to here and it keeps repeating every year. I’m not planning on having it repeat again, so do you have any idea what happened?”

Johnny makes his way behind you to get a better look at the screen. Bending forward, one hand presses on top of the wooden table top of your desk while the other rests on the top of your backrest. With his cheek so close it could brush yours, you could smell a whiff of his cologne — the same one from the night you first met him. 

He hums and mumbles something quietly under his breath before the hand behind you goes over your shoulder and traps you between his body while he uses your mouse and keyboard to search through your inbox for reports Doyoung has sent the two of you.

You can’t help but watch his long fingers move as you’ve taken a liking to them after your rendezvous with him. Your gaze wanders up his arm, admiring the veins protruding against his skin until you glance up at his features — first his angled jaw, then his soft lips. 

 “What’re you looking at, boss?” Johnny grins, eyes still locked onto your screen. “Your wandering eyes are gonna get us both in trouble.” But from the way he’s blushing, it’s clear he’s enjoying your attention. 

Biting the corner of your bottom lip, you refocus on the screen. “Just wondering why you’re so close to me.” 

“It’s because you’re my favorite person,” Johnny smiles. “As for the reports, I’ll set up a meeting with Doyoung and Mina for tomorrow to see if we can remedy this dip in sales.” 

“Thank you.” You whisper as you turn to him, his lips now inches away from yours. 

You’re tempted to kiss him, feeling first hand depravity from not touching him for so long especially when that’s all you did that night. You’ve tried to deny the tension between you two; tried to ignore the flirtatious comments he made that you’ve engraved into your memory; tried to talk yourself out of using that night’s experience to help you pleasure yourself. 

But you hold yourself back, again. 

After all, he’s your co-worker and you know better than to mix business with pleasure.

“From what I remember, you have another meeting in ten minutes.” You softly let out, ultimately being the first one to pull away. 

Johnny looks at the time on the top right of your computer screen and drops his head in disappointment. Pulling back, he straightens his posture and rubs his hands over his face.

“Can I stay here?” He pouts, the inner part of his brows curving upward and his eyes softening. “I can’t stand being in my office alone. It’s depressing.”

“Isn’t that inappropriate?” You tease, swiveling your chair side to side as you look up at Johnny. “I am your senior after all.” 

Johnny huffs a chuckle, rolls his eyes, and pokes his tongue against his cheek. “God forbid I took a gap year after graduation to broaden my horizons.” He sarcastically retorts. “You only have seniority over me by one year. You have to feel bad — I’m going insane in my office. I need social interaction that isn’t online.” 

“Fine!” You dramatically huff, waving your hand in the air. “You can sit at my desk while you have your meeting. I’ll make myself comfortable on the couch and read over—”

“Thank you!” He happily interjects, grabbing your hand and placing a dramatic kiss on the back of your hand. “You’re amazing.”

You can’t help but giggle, watching as he proudly makes his way out of your office to grab his laptop and other necessities for his meeting, though he ends up choosing to stay with you until the end of the work day. 

Four months into transferring and you’ve gotten to see many sides of Johnny — all sides you find utterly charming and endearing; all sides that make your heart race and your mind rattle.

— Out of Town Bar & A Tucked Away Office.

You don’t notice when Johnny walks in. 

His suit jacket slung over his arm and long sleeves of his white collared shirt pushed up to his elbows. He runs his fingers through his loosely styled hair that loosened through the day while a sealed pack of cookies are presented in front of you. You look up at the man that’s been on your mind more often than you’d ever admit — and, god, does he look ethereal when he gives you a tired lopsided grin. 

“What’s this for?” You ask, picking up the sealed bag of cookies and examining it. “You know that sucking up to me isn’t gonna make me like you more.”

“You know you love me. I’m your life line here.” Johnny grins, taking a seat on one of the chairs placed in front of your desk. “A client gave it to me and I thought you’d like it when your sweet tooth kicks in during the day.”

“What’re you talking about? I don’t have a sweet tooth.”

“I catch you stealing sweets from the break room all the time.” Johnny giggles, resting his ankle just above his knee. “Did you know you walked into the break room five times in a span of seven minutes yesterday?”

“No…I did not.” You embarrassingly admit, biting your bottom lip before taking the cookies and rolling your office chair over to your mini fridge nearby to secure them for future use. “Thank you for the treat.” 

“You’re welcome.” Johnny adjusts himself in his seat, lifting his hips slightly to lower himself just a bit.

“You don’t normally stay this late.” You ask, palm resting under your chin. 

“Been keeping an eye on me?” Johnny smirks, fist gently pressing into his temple as his elbow is propped onto the chair’s arm rest. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”

“I care.” You quickly interject, looking down at how reckless your words came out. “Is everything okay?” 

Johnny simply nods. “Why are you still here?” He questions, looking at the analog clock perched near the windows. 

“I got a hot date with reports.” You reply bleakly, pointing your pen towards your computer screen. “I just need to finish a few things so I don’t have to worry about it.” 

“Do you have a lot to do?”

Leaning into your chair, you cross your arms and scan the to-do list you have written on a notepad. “Eager to help cut my work load in half, is that it?”

Johnny chuckles quietly, then shakes his head. “Eager to have drinks with you tonight actually.” His words are so brazen and matter of fact, it takes you by surprise; only allowing you to stutter out a response before recollecting yourself. 

“No,” you chuckle, “we both know what happened the last time I had drinks with you.” 

The fond memory flashes through your mind before you could stop it. The positions he had you in, the marks that remained as a remembrance a few weeks afterwards, and the intense pleasure you felt for hours you couldn’t replicate on your own. 

“Plus, someone could see us.” You add, shoulders slumping when you feel a hint of disappointment in your chest. 

Johnny sits up, straightening his back and extending his long legs outwards to cross an ankle over the other. “There’s this bar on the outskirts of the city that no one here goes to.”

You sharply inhale, still cautious about the offer. 

“Colleagues have drinks with each other all the time, why can’t we be one of them?” He questions, tilting his head to the side and gaze dragging along your features, eyes softening as the milliseconds pass. “We’re friends. Friends have drinks with each other.”

The word echoes in your ears and you don’t expect the simple label to sting the way it did. Friends. The quick, harsh squeeze of your heart makes you sharply inhale before you’re able to play it off with a long exhale. 

“You’ve worked hard since you started here and I’d like to treat you to a night out to—” Johnny pauses, buying himself time to find the words he needs to convince you to spend your Friday night with him. “—celebrate everything you’ve done.”

A tiny uninvited smile tugs at your mouth and Johnny notices it. 

“Is that a yes?” He quietly teases. “Please let it be a yes.”

You surrender. “My place is nearby. We can leave our cars there and get an Uber to the bar.” You offer, giving into the temptation. 

“Smart girl.” Johnny’s lips parted into a cheesy grin before jumping to his feet, rubbing the palm of his hands together. “I promise you won’t regret it!”

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“How’d you find this place?” You ask. The thin long sleeves of your blouse cling to your arms as you cross them over your chest in an attempt to keep yourself warm against the cool air.

“My friend Yuta owns it.” Johnny says proudly, hand resting on your mid back and ushering you towards the bar’s entrance. 

“So you just have bartender friends all over the country?” You giggle, remember the handsome bartender who first introduced you to Johnny. 

Johnny grins and causally shrugs. “What can I say? Making connections is my forte. I even have some out of the country, if you fancy taking a trip with me overseas.” 

“Let’s get through tonight first before we start planning trips to other countries. For all you know, I could be trouble.”

“Oh I know you’re trouble.” Johnny gives you a knowing glance, standing in line at the entrance. “That certainly doesn’t deter me whatsoever.” 

Playfully and gently shoving him, Johnny’s arm slings over your shoulders and pulls you close as you two walk into the establishment. Classic rock from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s plays in the background as the chattering of patrons suddenly fills your ears. Johnny leads you to an empty table, giving you the small laminated menu sitting among the napkin dispenser and the ketchup and mustard bottles.

As you scan the menu, a young man with dark shoulder length hair pulled back into a half up and down updo using hair sticks appears next to Johnny. With one hand cupping Johnny’s shoulder, the other lifts to give Johnny a familiar handshake. 

“Hey John, haven’t seen you in a while.” The man glances over to you, giving you a friendly smile to show off his pearly white teeth. “Who’s your lady friend?”

“She’s my boss.” You catch a mischievous glint in his eye when he looks at you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk.

Your eyes widen and your jaw drops immediately. “I-I’m not his boss. That would be so inappropriate.” You shake your head, palms facing outward and shaking mirroring the way you’re denying his accusations. Your face quickly heats up, the heat traveling down your entire body making your entire body prickle. “We just work together.” 

Johnny’s friend laughs loudly. “I believe you, don’t worry. I’m Yuta.” Extending his hand out, you take it and give it a firm shake. 

“Oh! You’re the owner.” You gleefully say, “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you. How do you know Johnny?” 

Yuta scratches the back of his neck. “We slept together in college.” With his quick movements, he blocks Johnny’s punch to his shoulder, telling you they’ve done this many times before.

“You gotta stop telling everyone that.” Johnny shakes his head, pulling Yuta in a headlock. “Tell her the truth.”

Yuta flashes you a smile, hands gripping Johnny’s wrist. “We were roommates in college,” he laughs, “so technically what I said is true.” Yuta finally frees himself from Johnny’s grasp, strands of hair somehow falling perfectly to frame his face. “I had the top bunk and he got the bottom.”

“Huh,” you let out as you looked at Johnny, “I never took you as a bottom.” 

“Alright, you two are done.” Johnny shakes his head, grabbing Yuta by his shoulders and turning him away.

“You should get the beer battered fish and chips. It’s our most popular dish!” Yuta shouts as he’s pushed away from the table and towards the bar. 

“For the record I asked for the bottom bunk purely because I kept hitting my head when I sat up. I’m certainly not a bottom…” Johnny holds contact a little too long enough to catch a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Or have you forgotten?”

Your eyes quickly and bashfully avert away from his gaze, locking onto the menu in your hand. “I think I’ll take the fish and chips, like Yuta recommended.” You let out, changing the subject. “With a beer.”

“Good choice. I’ll be right back.”

Johnny disappears into the crowd, though the top of his head sticks out and easy to spot makes you less worried that you’ll lose sight of him. Taking a glance around the room, you watch the group of people intently watching the white cue ball make its way across the billiards table before strategizing their next move. You glance over the group of people chugging their beers while the rest of the group cheers them on. Your eyes move towards a couple in a corner booth, watching as they giggle to themselves and throwing flirty glances toward each other. You try not to stare, but their nerves are so palpable you could feel it three tables away.

Your attention is pulled towards the unopened bottle of beer in front of you as Johnny takes a swig of the identical bottle in his hand. Without a word, Johnny uses the wide part of a random key from his keychain to effortlessly pop off the bottle cap. 

“Are you showing off, John?” You playfully retort with your hand resting under your chin.

”Depends. Is it working?” He smiles, taking another sip of his drink. “I figured it’s better to open your drink in front of you, so you know it isn’t tampered with.”

“Very considerate of you, thank you.”

Johnny simply lifts his bottle towards you and you gently clink your amber colored glass against his. Taking a long sip, you allow your body to finally relax after a long week of work. Johnny makes himself comfortable on a stool across from you, elbows resting on the round table in front of him.

“What caught your attention earlier?” Johnny asks.

“It looks like that couple may be on a first date.” You share, inconspicuously tilting your head in the direction of the couple in the corner booth. “I found it cute that they’re holding hands under the table and it got me thinking about my first date, that’s all.”

“Oh?” Johnny’s eyebrows quirks upward, leaning into the backrest of his chair. “Do tell.” 

“No.” You shake your head. “Not a chance.”

“Oh come on!” Johnny pouts. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“And what makes you think I’d want to hear about your first date?” You tease. 

“Fair.” Johnny shrugs. “Hearing about another guy being your first anything doesn’t seem like a topic I’d like to touch on.” 

You quietly chuckle and lean into your seat. “Jealous?”

“How can I not be?”

Your foot playfully jabs Johnny’s covered calf, causing him to chuckle to himself. Before he could speak up, you’re interrupted by a waiter and the delivery of the food Johnny ordered for the both of you. With a quick thank you, you take a bite of the potato fry that’s clearly fresh out of the fryer.

“Okay, so no discussing first date experience. Tell me what your ideal date would be.” Johnny lets out, mirroring your movements and grabbing a bite of the freshly fried potato.

“What?” You giggle, folding your arms over your chest. “Why would you want to know that?”

“Humor me.” Johnny shrugs. “I’m trying to have a normal conversation. What would your ideal date be?” 

His gaze locks onto yours and you bite the line he’s throwing. With a sharp inhale, you lean forward. You follow Johnny’s fingers as he rips a piece of fish from the plate in front of you and dips it into the accompanying sauce the dish comes with before popping it into his mouth. 

“A candle light dinner at home and a movie afterwards.”

“Huh.”

“What?” 

“I took you for someone who’d want to go to a fancy restaurant or something. Maybe take a trip overseas for dinner. Your ideal date seems—”

”Basic?”

Johnny nods, watching as your lips wrap around the opening of the beer bottle.

“A lot of the men I dated loved the lavish lifestyle and it gets old really fast when you realize they’d rather shower you with expensive things than spend time with you.” You let out a sigh. “I know it sounds like a first world complaint, but at the end of the day, it’s a whole lot of loneliness.”

“And that’s why you’d rather have a simple night in with someone that’s genuinely interested in you.” Johnny slowly nods, leaning into his chair and bringing the opening of his drink to his lips. “That’s good to know.” 

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Four beers in and suddenly Johnny’s the funniest and most philosophical person you know; not to mention, a yapper who can go on and on about his growing Pokémon card collection that probably makes him the cutest nerd who has a goldmine of rare cards that would put him on a rob list. 

Two beers in and a glass of whisky later, you’re a giggling mess and suddenly sharing more about your life than you’d ever imagined you would — everything laid out on the table for Johnny to pick and choose what to relentlessly tease you about; though he probably would never.

You catch the glimpse of the time, surprised with how quickly it has passed when you're with Johnny. “We should probably head out soon. It’s getting late.” 

Johnny lifts his wrist, checking his watch. “Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?” He grins, swallowing the last bits of his drink before pulling his phone out. “I’ll order a ride.”

With your hand on his, you halt his movements. “Let me use the restroom first. It’s a pretty long ride back.” You eye the line of the woman’s restroom, sighing in disappointment as you’re aware of how full your bladder is. “We might be waiting for a while.” 

Johnny follows where your gaze falls before tucking his phone away. Standing from his seat, he offers his hand to help you up. “We can use Yuta’s office restroom.” 

“He’ll be okay with that?” You question, taking his hand and allowing him to lead the way.

“Yeah. He gave me a spare key to his office for nights I get too drunk and can’t make it home. His couch isn’t the comfiest, but when you’re drunk out of your mind, anything will do.” 

You giggle, following him down the hall hidden behind the bar. Based on the lack of intervention from the employees, you have a feeling he’s done this a few times short of it becoming a habit. 

He unlocks the wooden door with a key he has and ushers you in. When the door shuts, the loud music and chatter suddenly stops. “The restroom is the door on your left. I’ll get a ride here while you do what you gotta do.”

“Thank you.” You smile, rushing off to the restroom while Johnny fiddles with his phone. 

When you exit the restroom, Johnny quickly looks up at you from the sofa and jumps to his feet. “Our ride is 10 minutes away.”

You nod, looking around the room and catching the framed photos on Yuta’s desk. One photo of who you assumed to be Yuta and his parents, another of Yuta and his sisters, and another of a younger bar owner and a group of men — one of them being a shirtless younger Johnny with bleached blonde hair and lack of his tattoos that adorned his bicep that you’ve imagined tracing over more than you’d like to admit. 

“This is you, right?” You smile, pointing at the photo of him at the beach with his friends. “I wouldn’t have expected you to go blonde.”

Johnny sharply inhales, shaking his head in disapproval of his younger self’s choices. “Spur of the moment type of thing.” He shrugs, using his large hand to cover the photo from your view. “Let’s not walk down memory lane of embarrassing moments.”

You smile, setting the framed photo down where it previously was. “Maybe you should consider going back.” Lifting your hand, you run your fingers through the side of his hair. “I think you looked great.”

“Thanks, but I don’t think I’m very fond of the idea of frying my hair off again.” Johnny chuckles, taking your hand in his. “I just got it back to a healthy state.”

Pulling your hand back, you cross your arms over your chest. “Should we wait outside for our ride?” 

Johnny glances towards the door, then back at you. Lifting his hand, he gently moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and tucking it behind your ear. “I think you’ll be warmer here.” 

Your knees go weak and there’s the flutters in your stomach that you try to bury deep into the pit of your stomach. When you finally meet his eyes, his gaze flicks between your eyes and lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You mumble, suddenly feeling self conscious. 

“You’re beautiful.”

“We agreed to be strictly professional.” Your voice trembles when you feel his palm slide down your arm, the conviction in your words slowly withering with a simple touch. “Compliments like that are making me think you’re not holding up your end of our deal.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.” Johnny chuckles, his hand now playing with your fingertips right before lacing his fingers between yours. “You’re just…really hard to ignore.” 

His lips press against your knuckles and you don’t stop him; not when he gives you a tender kiss on your wrist or when his lips press into your cheek, and certainly not when his hand cups the side of your neck and he gently weaves his lips with yours. 

Warmth spreads through your body while his arms slide across your lower back to pull you closer. Your body arches into him, fingers mindlessly raking through his hair before you pull away slightly breathless. 

“I don’t think this is what friends do, Johnny.” 

A quiet huff that resembles a laugh leaves his lips before resuming his movements. “Please don’t be mad. I only said that because I thought you wanted me to say it.” He confesses between breaths and kisses. “I thought that’d be more palatable than to tell you how badly I want you.” 

A smile blooms across your lips, satisfied with his words. You deepen the kiss — this time your lips frantically moving like you’ve been deprived from his touch for years. 

You press against the edge of the desk, feeling the bulge forming under Johnny’s dress pants and heat pools between your thighs. Your hand dips under his waistband, feeling his warm and veiny shaft harden at your touch, twitching as your fingers wrap around his girth. With one full stroke from his base to his tip, he shudders. Your thumb rolls over his slit, his hand cups the back of your head and fingers grip your roots, tilting your head to look at him. 

“Tell me you want me too.” He softly growls, his forehead pressing against yours. “I can’t be the only one.”

You grin, slowly stroking his shaft and watching him melt under your touch. “I need you.” You whisper against his lips. “Let me taste you.”

Johnny takes half a step back and you drop to your knees, fingers hastily moving to bring his waistband down his thighs. Before he could take in the sight of you on your knees for him, you envelop his tip between your lips and his jaw drops at the warmth your mouth offers. As your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip, his head tips back and his teeth bite down on his knuckle to stop the noise he so desperately wants to make. 

Swallowing around him, saliva runs down your chin as his tip meets the back of your throat. Your eyes begin to water and when you look up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock, your tears spill from the outer corners of your eyes and he gently swipes them away with his thumbs.

“You’re doing a great job, baby.” He coos, the pads of his fingers gently stroking the space under your eyes. “You’re so perfect. Taking me so well.”

Your tummy does backflips and you squeeze your thighs shut, focusing on the bobbing of your head and the swirl of your tongue. Your cheeks hallow around his tip, sucking it until his lips break apart with a moan, jaw slacking and chest huffing up at down. 

“My perfect girl.” He babbles, fingers gripping the roots of your hair. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna come for you.”

Excitement ignites just behind your bellybutton, sucking on his tip just as you’ve done before. His eyes flutter shut and his brows draw tight. Johnny quietly groans your name, whispering it over and over like a prayer. His cheeks burn and his fingers twitch just before he tightens his grip in your hair.

And before he could stop it, his thick creamy ropes paint your tongue as his body stills, letting his entire body feel the ecstasy you helped him achieve. With a quick swallow of the remnants in your mouth, you pepper his sensitive tip and shaft with gentle kisses. 

Helping you to your feet, his lips crash into yours while his hands frantically grope your backside. But before any other exploration could happen, a notification on his phone goes off. 

A small frustrated groan rumbles in his throat and he pulls his phone out to see the notification that the ride he’s requested is arriving. 

“Everything okay?” You ask, glancing at Johnny’s phone then catching his eye. 

“Yeah, our ride is here.” He sighs, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. “We should probably—”  He tilts his head towards the door and you simply nod, quickly readjusting your clothes before Johnny leads you out the door hand in hand.

Johnny slides in next to you, fingers lacing between yours and his head resting on your shoulder. The hints of his cologne mix with the smell of alcohol on his lips, and while you’d find it completely unpleasant if it were anyone else, Johnny was the exception. 

And part of you entertains the idea that he’ll always be an exception.

— Apartment 3B.

“Thank you for tonight.” Johnny gives you a lopsided smile, the alcohol still coursing through his bloodstream. “Not just for what happened in Yuta’s office, but for letting me get to know you a little more.”

“Yeah, it was fun. A night away every once and a while doesn’t hurt.” You nod, feeling the cool air prickling your skin. 

There’s a beat of silence, unsure of where to go from here. You shift on your feet, looking behind you at the entrance of your apartment building and Johnny glances towards his parked car, fingers fiddling with the keys in his pocket. 

“I should probably go.” Johnny’s lips press into each other, rocking back and forth on his heels. “You must be tired.”

A tiny grin dances on your lips. Stepping forward, you reach for Johnny’s wrist as he pulls his keys out of his pockets. He looks at you surprised, lips parting slightly. 

“I can’t let you drive after drinking tonight regardless of how much you can ‘handle your liquor.’” You let out, gently tugging on his wrist. 

“You’re right.” Johnny sighs, looking back at his car. “I’ll sleep in my—”

You lift your palm to stop him. “You’ll be warmer in my place.” Giving him an affirmative nod, you pull him towards your building’s front entrance before he could object and you refuse to let his hand go as you both walk up to the third floor to your apartment. 

As you push open the front door, you feel the surge of anticipation run through you as you blindly search for the nearby lightswitch. When the bright warm colored lights fill the room, you quickly step in and both you and your guest for the night toe off your shoes, kicking them to the side of the entrance way. 

“Nice place,” Johnny compliments, “very cozy.”

You chuckle, turning on your heel to look at him. “Thanks. C’mon, I’ll give you a quick tour.” Extending your hand out, he cups his palm into yours but this time, he pulls you into his body – one hand finding your waist while the other cups the side of your neck and his lips hastily find his way to yours once more. 

You don’t take a second to think about what to do next when your hands frantically undo the buttons of his long sleeve shirt and strip it off, throwing it haphazardly behind you while he drops his pants to the floor, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. It takes a split second to have your clothes in a pile next to the front door, leaving you in your matching garment set.

You’re stumbling through your apartment entrance, finally tumbling on top of Johnny as he falls onto your sofa. Climbing on top of him, knees pressing into the cushions of each side of his thighs, his erection hardens with every minuscule movement of your hips. 

“Finally gonna let me be on top?” You playfully ask, trailing kisses against his jaw and down the side of his neck. 

Johnny rasps a laugh, arms wrapping around your hips and in one swift move, he’s on top of you — giving you your answer. 

“Not a chance.” He hums as the tip of his nose brushes against your cheek just before placing a soft tender kiss on your heated skin. “Now open—” He smacks the side of your thigh, the slap of flesh filling the silence of the room. “I need to taste you after you’ve deprived me for so long.” 

You do as he says, spreading your thighs apart as you watch Johnny drop to his knees. Pulling aside the fabric covering your core, he wastes no time tasting you with a long strip of his tongue against your slit. Your head presses into the soft backing of your sofa, fingers raking through his hair as he devours you with no end in sight even when your vision blurs into stars or when your chest heaves up and down, and certainly not when you’re a whimpering mess with your nails digging into your cushion and gripping the edge of your seat.

Your body trembles when he gives you mercy, pulling away with his lips and chin glistening with your slick. You grab his hair, yanking him to your lips and your hands busy themselves with the waistband of the only fabric he has on. Slipping it down his legs and letting it pool around his feet before kicking it to the side, you give his long length a few pumps until his jaw slacks open as he feels all his blood rush to his cock. 

Aligning his leaking tip with your entrance, he pushes into you, pressing your thighs to widen your spread for him. And with ease, you take him without hesitation. 

“Your cunt is starving for me, baby—” Johnny groans, “begging me to stretch this pretty pussy open until you’re stuffed full with my cum.”

Blood rushes to your face and your heart races. You watch the way Johnny’s blown out pupils scan your features, suddenly making you extremely aware of how intoxicating his movements are — the quick and brutal thrust of his hips, the rush of heat through your body when his tip meets that sweet spot, and especially when his fingers dig into your skin as he pulls you down his cock. 

You don’t bother being quiet. Not when Johnny pushes your knees to your chest and traps your body between him and the couch cushions, feeling your pulse pick up in speed and the octave in your moans becoming louder and louder with every pound of his cock into your soaking cunt. 

“Scream for me, baby.” Johnny growls, the raw slapping of flesh punctuated by a groan. “Let everyone know I’m breeding my girl. Let them know you’re mine.”

His words only rattle in your head, making you nod and babble like the obedient slut you are. You cry out his name, tears prickling from the outer corners of your eyes as you writhe under him. 

“Say you’re mine.” He orders through clenched teeth, hips harshly thrusting into you before stilling, feeling his tip press into your g-spot and making your eyes roll back. “Say. It.”

“Y—” Your breath hitches. “I-I’m yours.”

You mindlessly repeat the words, satisfying Johnny as his hips mercilessly snaps into you until you’re sobbing out how pathetically close you are to the edge; unable to hold on to the last bit of control you’re desperately clinging on to. 

Your voice breaks as you cry out his name, feeling your walls tighten around every crevice of his engorged cock. Your eyes roll back, nails scraping down the skin of his back as his face buries into the crook of your neck. You whimper through the pleasure and your desperate noises are enough to make his voice crack on a moan, feeling him empty himself inside of you in sharp pulses. His cock twitches and a gravelly groan rumbles from his chest, pinning your hand into the sofa cushion with his eyes screwing shut and jaw slacking open at the bliss coursing through his body.

When he pulls his heavy cock out of you, the remnants he left behind slowly drip out of you and onto your flushed skin. Johnny smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the spill and push it back inside. 

“It's dripping out of you already.” Johnny grins, fascinated with the sight of you limp and satisfied. 

“Maybe you should fuck it in me again.” You happily let out as you prop yourself on your elbows. “Harder this time.” 

“That wasn’t hard enough for you?” Johnny questions, an eyebrow quirking and his grin spreads wider, sharp enough to make your pulse skip. “I’m gonna have to fix that, don’t I?”

“I think so,” you tease. “Unless you think you don’t have it in you?”

Johnny laughs deep in his throat, a laugh that promises trouble. “Oh you’re definitely going to regret saying that.” 

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The ache between your thighs is difficult to ignore as you carefully pull yourself out of bed to make coffee for yourself and the unexpected overnight guest who laid peacefully with his body heat keeping you warm last night. 

“Where are you going?” He groggily asks, one eye squinting as he lifts his head to watch you throw on your silk robe. “Don’t tell me you’re leaving me again.” His sleepy smile sends your heart into overdrive and you give him a reassuring peck on his temple.

“I’m gonna make coffee.” You whisper. “Its also my place, where else would I go?”

Johnny sheepishly smiles, falling back onto your pillow as you walk out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. As you wait for the coffee, the silence makes you think back on the night you had — a night that somehow surpassed the pleasure of the first time you spent with Johnny. You find your giddy state to be slightly embarrassing, but you can’t help but quietly squeal as if you had reached a new level of happiness. 

“I love the smell of coffee in the morning,” Johnny yawns, joining you in your kitchen still in his boxer briefs. He takes a seat on a countertop and carefully takes hold of the mug you offer, taking a small sip. His eyes flutter shut, allowing the warm liquid to work its way through his body. “Not the best cure for a hangover, but addicting nonetheless.”

You chuckle, taking small sips of your beverage. “What do you want for breakfast?” You ask, setting down your favorite mug and making your way to the fridge. You pull the double fridge doors open, quickly embarrassed by the emptiness in front of you. “Ah, on second thought—” You let out an awkward laugh before it falters into a fake cough.

“Breakfast is on me. Is delivery okay?” Johnny swoops in, hopping off the counter. 

You eagerly nod, delighted by the idea that you get to finally spend the morning after with Johnny. 

Johnny disappears into your bedroom to fetch his phone, meanwhile your attention turns to the front door after hearing your doorbell. Peaking through the peephole, you’re surprised to see your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kang, outside with her lip tucked between her teeth and her brows knitted together. 

You quickly open your front door and a wave of relief washes over your neighbor’s face when she sees you. 

“Oh thank god!” Mrs. Kang lets out. “You’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I am. Is everything okay? Do you need help, Mrs. K?” 

Your elderly neighbor shakes her head. Her short dark bob swung at her movements. “It’s just, I didn’t hear you come home last night and then I heard these noises coming from your apartment. I called my daughter to see what I should do — if I should check in on you when I heard the noise or call the police right away…”

You nod attentively as you hear her express her concern. A mix of embarrassment about how loud you were and the regret of not throwing on your sleepwear makes you uncomfortably adjust your robe. You hold the fabric together near your collarbones, almost afraid Mrs. Kang could somehow see you’re completely naked underneath. 

“…but she told me to check in on you in the morning. So here I am.” 

You nervously gulp, suddenly feeling you’ve done something wrong. “I’m so sorry to worry you, Mrs. K. I went out for drinks with a friend of mine and didn’t get in until late.”

“But the noises—”

“Hey baby, do you want a breakfast sandwich or are you feeling—” Johnny’s voice becomes clearer as he appears behind you, still in his underwear, eyes glued to his phone screen, and completely unaware of your neighbor’s presence or her wide eyes when she finally connects the dots in her head. 

“Oh.” Mrs. Kang simply says, finally grabbing Johnny’s attention. She bites back a sheepish grin, avoiding eye contact with you and the handsome man behind you. “Ah, the noises make sense.” 

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Kang. I wasn’t—I didn’t—I-I’ll keep it down, I promise.” You profusely apologize, using your arm to push Johnny behind you in fear that his half-naked body would somehow send your poor neighbor into cardiac arrest. 

“Not to worry, dear. I was young too and had my share of midnight friends.” Mrs. Kang giggles. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you for checking in. I’ll give you my number, that way when you’re worried or need help, you can just call me directly.” You quickly jot down your personal phone number on a nearby memo pad. 

“And your name, dear?” Mrs. Kang looks at Johnny who is now using your front door to hide his promiscuous state. 

“Oh! Uh, I’m John. John Suh, ma’am.” You catch a hint of redness paint over Johnny’s cheeks and travel down his pale neck. “I apologize for the noise. I told her to keep it down last night.” 

With a quick nudge to Johnny’s bicep, you give your neighbor the piece of paper with your number. “I’m so sorry, again.”

Mrs. Kang lifts her hand, palm facing you. A warm smile stretched across her face. “It’s no problem. I’m just glad you're safe." 

“Thank you, Mrs. K. Just let me know if we’re a bother or anything. We won’t take offense, I swear.” 

“Will do, dear. Have fun you two.” 

You and Johnny wave an awkward goodbye before he slowly shuts the door. When he turns to you, he gives you a small laugh under his breath as he scratches the back of his neck. “That was awkward.” 

You give him a knowing look, crossing your arm over your chest. “Told me to keep it down last night, huh?” Your eyebrows raise and your head tilts to the side. “Weren’t you the one telling me to do the opposite?”

Johnny gives you a lopsided smile before his palms cup your cheeks, pulling you in to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Back to breakfast, what do you wanna eat?” 

“Surprise me.” You mumble into his chest as your arms wrap around his waist. “I trust you.”

Cupping the back of your head, he lifts his phone and orders breakfast from a familiar diner that he’s ordered from before, getting the both of you his regular order. 

“Now that’s settled—” Johnny tosses his phone onto your couch and swoops you up over his shoulder. A squeal leaves your lips, legs flailing as Johnny saunters into your bedroom.

“What’re you doing?” You giggle as you’re gently thrown onto your mattress, watching as Johnny climbs on top of you. His fingers play with the fabric holding your robe together before tugging at it, watching the silk unravel and slip down your shoulder. 

“Having a pre-breakfast.” His devilish grin disarms you quickly, allowing him to spread your thighs wide. “This time, you might wanna keep it down…for your neighbor’s sake.”

— The Morning After.

Walking into the break room, you’re greeted by Mina and her insanely bubbly personality at 7:30 in the morning. “How was your weekend?” She asks, taking a generous bite of a donut that another employee brought in to share.

You can’t help but bite back a smile, fingers busying themselves as they shuffle through the newly stocked bags of veggie chips to snack on later. Spending the entire weekend with Johnny wasn’t something you’d plan, but between the fucking, the cuddling, and the pure bliss of simply being around each other made it hard for either of you to be the first one to let go of the hold you two had on each other. 

“It was fine. How was yours?”

Mina babbles on and on about how she rearranged her bedroom twice, had a virtual meetup with some friends back home, and started a rewatch binge of The Big Bang Theory for the 5th time. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch a familiar figure coolly sauntering into the room with his hair parted perfectly, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants, and shining the same glow you’ve had since Friday night. A few morning greetings are thrown his way and Johnny kindly returns polite conversation before interjecting into your conversation with Mina. 

“Morning Mina.” Johnny smiles politely, then turns to you. “Morning, boss. Think I could pick your brain before our meeting today?” Johnny asks, eyes locked with yours as if he’s giving you a message only you’ll understand.

“Putting her to work before 8 am? You’re brutal, Suh.” Mina teases, tossing the used napkin in her hand into a nearby trash bin. 

“What can I say? I gotta keep her focused.” Johnny laughs quietly, then turns to you. “What do you say?”

You nod at Johnny before wrapping up your conversation with Mina. Following closely behind Johnny, he opens his office door and gestures to you inside. When you hear the door’s lock click, Johnny’s hands find your waist, twisting your body and pressing his against yours. 

“So, this is your idea of picking my brain?” You giggle, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling his lips to yours weaving them together like you’d done this entire weekend.

Johnny smiles against your lips, fingers cupping the nape of your neck. “This weekend wasn’t long enough.” 

“It’s a good thing you see me here everyday, huh?” 

Johnny hums. “And yet, it somehow feels like that won’t be enough.” 

With your palms firmly pressed into Johnny’s chest, you pull away from his kiss. “You’re obsessed.” You playfully remark, carefully moving the strand of his hair that’s fallen onto his forehead.

“Come over after work.” Johnny offers, lips leaving a trail of kisses on your cheek. 

“Next, you’re gonna ask me to stay the night.”

“Would that be a bad thing?” 

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes searching for sincerity in his. Then you realize where you are — at work, with your co-worker peppering you with kisses in secret.

“What’s wrong?” Johnny asks, afraid he’s crossed a line he can’t come back from. “I-I’m sorry.” Quickly dropping his arms, he steps away to give you space. 

“No, no. You didn’t—” you quickly say. “Maybe we can keep things professional during work hours. The last thing I want is for us to lose our jobs because we can’t keep our hands off each other.” 

Johnny nods in agreement. “We’ll keep things professional during work hours. I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at the digital clock sitting on his desk. “We have 10 minutes before our work shift actually starts. Does that count a—”

Biting down on your bottom lip, your hand snakes behind the back of his neck to pull him down to your lips. But just before you could meet his lips, his office phone startles the both of you when it rings and Mr. Choi’s name pops up on the screen. 

Johnny grumbles quietly before lifting the receiver to his ear. Johnny greets the manager simply, listening to his words and rolling his eyes in the process. 

“Sure, I’ll head up in a bit.” Johnny says before hanging up. He looks at you apologetically, holding your hand in his. “Choi wants me to meet some fresh college grads for an internship here. He says he’s pairing one with me and that I should meet her before the internship actually starts.”

You don’t mean to focus on such a minor detail, but your mouth works faster than your brain sometimes. “Her? Your new intern is a woman?”

You see a small grin tug on the corner of Johnny’s mouth. “You’re kinda cute when you’re jealous. Your nose crinkles a little when your eyebrows—” Johnny reaches to press his thumb against your furrowed eyebrows before you swat his hand away. 

“I’m not jealous.” Your attempt to make your words sound less defensive but the amused look on Johnny’s face makes you realize he can see right through you. 

“That’s good,” Johnny reassures, “because there’s no reason to be. I’m yours, remember?” 

You press a smile as you feel his lips pecking against your cheek. Pushing down the uncomfortable feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach, you file this jealous feeling under irrationality in your brain. 

After all, Johnny is loyal — to a fault sometimes, like Jaehyun shared. There’s nothing you need to worry about.

Right?

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She met Johnny during her internship at his company. She was assigned to the executive communications team, which meant working directly with him, the CEO. From the start, she stood out.

Johnny wasn’t the type to pay much attention to interns because why should he? they came and went too fast to matter. But her? Fucking hell, it was hard not to notice her. Make up clean, clothes fitted, perfume subtle but lingers. She was gorgeous, yes, but that wasn’t what hooked him. It was the way she carried herself: polite but assertive, and never the kind to fumble when things got complicated.

He started to pay closer attention. At first, he told himself it was just curiosity because he had a tendency to be drawn to intelligent woman— yes, he’s a sapiosexual. So if she turned out to be just another pretty face, he’d make sure she got reassigned to another department. But if she was smart, capable, someone who actually matched his pace, then it’d be trouble for her to not do unethical things to her.

And it was.

She kept exceeding his expectations. Every project he threw her way was handled with precision. She worked seamlessly with his team, always eager to learn and contribute, earned everyone’s respect, and made his office run smoother without even trying. Watching her in action, he realized she wasn’t just efficient in her work but she was instinctively good at reading people and adapting to them.

He’d been surrounded by professionals his whole career, people in all kinds of “fonts”, but she was a rare balance of competence and composure. The kind of person who got things done without making a show of it.

He found himself giving her more work, just to see where her limits were. But every single time, she impressed him more.

He wasn’t blind to how that made him feel. Johnny was a man with both high intelligence and balanced emotional control he prided himself on it. So watching her felt like watching a reflection of everything he valued in himself, just in someone younger, fresher, and prettier.

And when she’d walk into his office, perfectly put together, that soft fucking perfume of her signature trailing in, smiling as she handed him a finished report— he thanked God he still had enough rationality not to pound into her right there.

One afternoon, he said casually, “Come with me to the conference in Birmingham. You’ll learn a lot.”

She smiled, a little apologetic. “I’m sorry, Sir, but my internship ends this week. I’m really grateful for the opportunity, but I’ll have to decline.”

“That’s bad,” he muttered, leaning back.

She hesitated, then added quickly, “I’d still be happy to help prepare the materials for your presentation, though.”

He nodded, masking his disappointment, but inside, gears were turning. He liked having her around and Johnny didn’t want her to walk away. He wanted to keep her as an employee, as something closer, something he could justify.

While having his lunch, he thinks a way to tie her, and when he got the idea, he called her into his office one afternoon.

“I have an offer for you,” he said.

She blinked. “A job offer?”

“Something like that.” He leaned back in his chair.

He told her the offer. A sponsorship agreement, he called it. He’d pay her tuition, buy her clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, cover her travel and entertainment— everything she could possibly want. In return, all she had to do was be grateful, look pretty, keep her grades up, graduate, and later come work for him.

She blinked at the papers in front of her and asked, “So… it’s like a sugar daddy, sugar baby thing?”

He smirked. “To put it simply, yes.”

What in the world is this? She never imagined her respectable CEO, would offer her something like that. She didn’t even think she had the “material” to be someone’s sugar baby. She wasn’t seductive or flirty, not the type to flaunt herself. Sure, she thought she was pretty, but not the kind that turned heads in that way. The whole thing made her wonder what exactly he saw in her that made him confident enough to propose something like this.

Well, to be fair, Johnny was a successful, well-known figure in the industry, maybe nine years older than her, but looked like he was still in his late twenties. He’s handsome and charismatic. It wasn’t hard to imagine how easily other women might have said yes.

For a split second, she imagines what it would even look like, being with him like that. But she pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to be part of that kind of transactional relationship. She frowned and went quiet for a moment. “I’m not sleeping with you, if that’s what this is.”

He leaned back, curious. “Why?”

“I’m a virgin,” She said plainly. No embarrassment, no attempt to soften it. Just the truth.

That caught him off guard, but he recovered quickly.  Most men would laugh or move on, but Johnny wasn’t most men. He was already too taken with her rare mix of purity and confidence. 

So he said, “Then we’ll put a no-sex clause in the contract.”

She narrowed her eyes. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said easily. “You just can’t take another job offer. You’ll be working for me after graduation.”

She stared at him, trying to make sense of it. This man is generous, she thought. He was practically offering her a safety net for the rest of her academic life, and now, a strictly no-sex clause? It sounded less like an arrangement and more like charity.

Her suspicion got the better of her, and so she narrowed her eyes. “Do I have to call you daddy?”

She meant it half-jokingly, half-accusingly. Something about the whole setup screamed daddy complex, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d already had a few young women calling him that. If that was part of the deal, she was ready to walk. away. No way she’ll submit to that.

His grin was slow and amused by her cheekiness. “It would be nice. But no, you don’t.”

Thank God, she thought.

She thought about the money, the stability, the opportunity, and only God knows if it was because of her innocence or boldness, she said yes.

He kept every promise. Her tuition was paid in full. Her apartment was upgraded to something safer, quieter, with rent covered a year in advance. He sent her designer bags for her birthdays, paid for her study trips abroad, and never questioned the price tags of her textbooks or the cost of her hobbies.

Johnny didn’t just fund her life; he made sure she felt taken care of. When her classes ran late, he sent a car to wait outside campus, and even drive her himself if he had the time. When she had fun dinner and drink with her friends, he was the one to pick her up and get her home safely. It wasn’t just about money; Johnny actually pays attention to her.

He’d check in, sometimes he’d take her out for dinner after her long day, just simple meals where he’d listen to her stories and ask about her professors. He didn’t talk much about himself, but when he did, it was in a way that made her feel trusted, like she was part of his inner circle.

It tiptoed on the edge between a ceo mentoring a bright student and a man doting on his sugar baby. There were moments she felt like his favorite project, other times like his doll.

One day, she realized that he liked seeing traces of his choices on her— the bag he’d picked out, the necklace he’d insisted she wear, the set of clothes he bought her. Everything she wears, she uses, was his choice for her, and every time, he would say, "My pretty doll."

The first time he called her that, she froze, but not because it was inappropriate, but because of how gently he said it. Like she was something fragile and cherished, not owned. From then on, he used it only when they were alone, in that same careful tone. My pretty doll. And every time he said it, her heart fluttered before she could stop it.

When he was near her school or apartment for work, he’d text her to meet him for coffee. She always said yes. Their meetups had become easy and comfortable enough that she could tease him without worrying it would cross a line.

Like when they met at a small café near her campus, she was halfway through her iced latte when he noticed.

“You’re not wearing it,” he said, eyes flicking to her neck.

She blinked. “Wearing what?”

“The necklace I sent you last night,” he said, leaning back in his seat. His tone was light, but there was something pointed underneath.

She winced, realizing instantly what he meant. “Oh, that. I’m sorry, I wasn’t home last night. I stayed over at my friend’s place to finish a group project.”

“That’s not an excuse,” he said, stirring his coffee slowly. “You should’ve texted me that you weren’t going home. What if something happened?”

“Johnny, I was literally in my friend’s. Nothing happened,” she said, laughing a little.

He didn’t. “You still should’ve let me know.”

She raised an eyebrow, amused. “You sound like my dad right now.”

He gave her a sharp look. “Don’t start.”

She smirked, leaning forward on her elbows. “Sorry, daddy.” She felt the air had changed, and when she looked back at him, he was already facing forward again, jaw tight, expression unreadable.

“Don’t call me that,” He held her gaze for a beat too long, then exhaled and looked away, a wry smirk tugging at his mouth. “Never mind. Just… don’t test me like that.”

The tension eased after that, drifting back into casual conversation, but part of her couldn’t stop thinking about how just a single word had knocked his composure off balance. And how much she liked knowing she could.

Or the other time when he helped her with something small, like carrying her bag, adjusting her scarf, or holding the car door open.

“Thanks, daddy,” she’d say with a grin, her voice light, teasing.

He’d always roll his eyes or sigh, muttering, “You’re going to get yourself in trouble one day.”

But his tone wasn’t sharp anymore. It was low, almost quiet. Her grin widened. “What? You don’t like it?”

He looked away, exhaling slowly, his hand coming up to rub the bridge of his nose like he was trying to hide a smile. "You’re lucky I’m still being rational.”

She kept thinking about it later— the way his voice had dropped, that look in his eyes when he said it. She’d managed to throw him off balance again, and she liked that more than she wanted to admit.

As her final semester began, Johnny’s involvement in her life deepened. He became her quiet support system. When she started writing her final paper, he made sure she had everything she needed.

Her fridge was always stocked. Someone came by twice a week to cook for her. He hired a driver so she wouldn’t have to worry about commuting or coming home late. Every time she tried to thank him, he brushed it off with a simple, “Focus on graduating. That’s your job.”

When she walked across the stage to receive her diploma with a summa cum laude honor, she caught sight of him sitting quietly in the audience. Johnny had a way of blending in, but to her, he stood out more than anyone else. A rush of warmth hit her. He actually came.

She’d known he was always busy, but seeing him there, looking proud, made something tighten in her chest. This man, practically a stranger when they met, had supported her through everything, quietly shaping the years that led her here. And now he was clapping for her.

After the ceremony, he took her out to dinner. It wasn’t a crowded, showy restaurant, just a quiet, elegant place with soft lighting and a private corner booth. He ordered for both of them, knowing exactly what she liked by now.

When dessert came, he slid a small velvet box across the table. Inside was a white gold tennis bracelet, understated, elegant. “A graduation gift,” he said simply. Then came a leather-bound planner, a custom pen, and a key card to her new office.

“Johnny…” she started, but he just smiled and waved it off. “No speeches. Just promise me you’ll keep making me look smart for hiring you.”

Her first day at his office felt like coming home to a place she’d never been before. Everyone already seemed to know who she was from her intern days and, more scandalously, the new executive assistant the CEO personally picked. She could feel their curiosity, their whispers, but she ignored them.

By midday, Johnny called her into his office.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He was at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, that usual look of control written all over him.

“Sit,” he said, nodding toward the chair across from him.

He walked her through her new role, but as the conversation went on, his tone shifted, quietening into something only she ever heard from him. “You’ll be my right hand,” he said. “Everything that comes to me goes through you first. You handle it, filter it, and fix it if needed before you hand them to me. I trust you not to make stupid mistakes.”

He paused, his lips curling into a faint smirk, his eyes glinting with something more personal. “And, off the record— look pretty for me. Just for my eyes, baby. It helps me get through the day.”

His voice dropped lower, a teasing edge to it as he leaned back in his chair, studying her. “Dress up nice, wear that perfume I like, keep being my pretty little doll, okay?”

She blushed, her cheeks warming under his gaze, her fingers twisting in her lap as she nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. “I’ll try, Sir,” she murmured, her voice soft, a mix of nerves and flattered warmth.

“Good girl,” he said, his smirk widening, his tone dipping into that possessive warmth that made her stomach flutter. “And make time for me off-hours, yeah? I need my pretty doll to make everything better.” He leaned forward again, his elbows on the desk, his eyes roaming her face like he was already imagining it. “You do that for me, and I’ll make sure you’re always taken care of, in and out of this office.”

She quickly became his right hand. Everything that went to him first passed through her. She handled his correspondence, his meetings, his schedule, all with the same calm precision she’d shown a year ago. His team learned fast: if you wanted something done for the CEO, you went through her, no exceptions. Her desk became the gate to Johnny, her sharp mind filtering and organizing his world with a quiet competence that earned her respect across the office.

A year has passed, and they spent nearly every day together, their dynamic evolving beyond the professional. Somewhere between board meetings, late-night travel planning, and every usual business. Johnny began giving her subtle authority, trusting her with decisions others couldn’t touch. When a senior manager once tried to bypass her to schedule a meeting directly with him, Johnny shut it down with a curt, “Talk to her first. She handles my calendar.” Yet, when she rearranged his entire week to accommodate an urgent client pitch, he just grinned, signing off on her changes without a second glance. “Whatever you think’s best, sweetheart,” he’d say, his voice low, a private smile in his eyes that no one else got.

It showed in small ways. When she got accused in a meeting of mishandling a report that wasn’t even her responsibility, he didn’t let it slide. “She works for me, not to clean up your mess,” he said firmly, shutting down the conversation in seconds. Everyone understood the unspoken rule, that she was untouchable.

He’d let her interrupt his calls to bring him files, her soft knock earning an immediate “Come in,” while others would have to drop their files and inform their arrivals in the secretary’s desk. It wasn’t favoritism in a way that bred resentment— the office wasn’t toxic, and Johnny ran a tight but fair ship, but it was clear to everyone she was different to him, his trust in her is absolute.

She remained a sweetheart, though, her warmth making her a favorite among the team. She’d chat with colleagues over coffee breaks, share her snacks during late-night work sessions, and offer a kind smile to anyone stressed out, her gentle nature disarming even the most cynical staffers. They adored her, not just for her competence but for her genuine care, always quick to help or listen. Yet, Johnny’s special treatment didn’t go unnoticed— how his eyes lingered when she spoke, or how he’d let her sit in on high-level meetings, valuing her input where others were rarely invited.

She also had access no one else did. When they traveled, she got upgraded suites next to his complete with room service he’d order for her without asking. When other staff has to take company’s car, he insisted on driving her himself. At the office, she’d find her favorite snacks stocked in the break room, a quiet nod to his attention to her tastes. 

He justified it easily. She was recruited to make his life easier, and she did that perfectly. But deep down, he knew it was more than convenience. He just couldn’t stop spoiling her.

At some point, stopped seeing her as the girl he sponsored— and started seeing her as the woman he wanted. And to her surprise, she seemed like she wanted him too.

One evening, after a long day of meetings, Johnny was leaning back in his chair, tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up, watching her as she organized a stack of files on his desk. He’d been dropping hints of his feelings all day— subtle, romantic ones, like brushing her hand when passing her a pen, or murmuring, “Thanks, doll,” with a warmth that wasn’t just professional. She always responded with a shy smile, keeping her cards close, not rejecting him but not fully opening up, though her eyes sparkled with something that told him she enjoyed the shift.

As she straightened the last file, Johnny said, something out of raw admiration. “I don’t know how you do it— keeping me in line, get shits done and be so pretty for me all the time.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Sir,” she said, her voice quiet but steady, a playful lilt creeping in that was new, bolder than she’d ever been with him.

“I mean, you make it pretty easy to want to stick around, always looking at me like I’m… I don’t know, special or something.” Her eyes flicked to his, holding his gaze for a moment longer than usual, a small, genuine smile tugging at her lips, her heart racing but her words carrying a warmth that matched his. It was the most honest she could be, letting him see she felt the shift too, that she was a woman who saw him, wanted him, even if she wasn’t ready to say it outright.

Johnny’s grin was slow and warm, his heart kicking at her words, at the way her shy boldness lit up her face. “You are special, sweetheart,”

His composure cracked when he notices the sparkles in her eyes as she stared at him, “Keep looking at me like that, and I might start thinking you’re falling for me.”

She laughed softly, her blush deepening, but she didn’t back away, her smile growing as she tilted her head. “Maybe I’m getting there,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, playful but honest, her eyes shining with a mix of nerves and affection. 

It was the closest she’d come to admitting her feelings, and the air between them hummed with a quiet, pure romance, no naughty edge, just a man and a woman seeing each other for who they were.

Johnny chuckled, his hand dropping to his side, respecting her pace. “Good. I can wait, but don’t make it too long, yeah? I’m not that patient.” His tone was light, teasing, but his eyes were full of promise, of a future where their arrangement would be nothing compared to what they could build. She nodded, her smile soft and warm. It was a step closer to something real.

After that evening, their connection evolved beyond stolen glances and subtle flirtations at work. They began spending time together outside the office, not just as a CEO and his assistant or a sponsor and his beneficiary, but as a man and a woman exploring something real. Johnny, sensing her growing openness, started taking her on proper dates after office hours, each one a step toward truly knowing each other, peeling back the layers of their initial roles.

Johnny treated her like his equal, not his sponsored assistant, asking her opinions on life, not just work, and sharing pieces of himself—like how he felt the weight of being CEO, or how her smile was the best part of his day. She, in turn, let her guard down, her shy responses turning into playful banter, her touches lingering longer, her eyes meeting his with a warmth that matched his own.

Then come another day, another late night meeting with a client from the other side of the globe, they were having a break in the balcony of his office, just watching the city night scenery, standing side by side but neither of them talking much.

She turned her head slightly. “You’ve been quiet.”

He glanced at her. “Just tired.”

“Same.”

A pause. Then, softer, “You haven’t slept in days.”

He smiled faintly. “You’ve been paying attention.”

She looked away, but she was smiling too. “Hard not to.”

The silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just different now. Familiar in a way that didn’t feel professional anymore. When he reached over and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, she didn’t pull away.

He said quietly, “You don’t make it easy to stay professional.” His voice was low and his dark eyes searching hers. She smiled faintly, a little nervous, her cheeks flushing with a shy warmth, but she didn’t back down. 

“You don’t either,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady, a spark of boldness in her timid gaze.

He stepped closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath and body hear against her skin. “Is this okay?” he asked, his tone gentle, checking in with her as he always did, giving her space to set the pace.

She met his eyes, her heart racing but it’s so exciting. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, then a nervous but certain nod following.

He lifted a hand, tracing his thumb along her jaw, which makes her tilted her chin up slightly, her lips parting in anticipation, and he leaned in, faintly pressing his lips to hers. The kiss is soft and tentative but when she leaned into him, he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against hers with a gentle intensity. His hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading gently into her hair, holding her close but not forceful, letting her melt into the warmth of his mouth.

The kiss grew deeper, his tongue brushing hers softly, coaxing a quiet whimper from her as she pressed closer, her hands resting lightly on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. It was tender but hungry, his lips tasting faintly of the coffee they’d shared earlier, and her softness drawing him in further.

A sharp ping from his phone shattered the moment, the reminder for their Zoom call with the overseas client blaring insistently. Johnny pulled back reluctantly, his forehead resting against hers for a moment, both of them breathing unevenly.

“Fucking meetings” he muttered, a small, apologetic smile tugging at his lips. She giggled softly, still flushed, her eyes shy but warm. He stole a few quick pecks, soft and playful, brushing his lips against hers one last time before stepping back. “Alright, sweetheart, back to business,” he said, his voice shifting to a professional tone, though his eyes still lingered on her with a flicker of heat.

She smoothed her blouse, her fingers trembling slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, slipping back into her role as his executive assistant. Johnny straightened his tie, clearing his throat as he grabbed his laptop from the desk. They moved to the office table, setting up the Zoom call with practiced efficiency, their professional masks back in place. 

Johnny as the confident CEO, her the poised assistant, though the air between them hummed with the unspoken promise of what they’d pick up later.

It wasn’t sudden. It just happened. Two people who’d spent too long pretending it was just transaction finally gave in to what had been there all along.

Then, their romance had blossomed over months, transforming a once-transactional arrangement into a deep, tender love that felt like home for both of them. She was still a little awkward at first, especially in the early days of their shift from professional to personal. Johnny, ever the gentleman, provided not only just material support anymore, but a steady stability that made her feel safe and cherished.

He was attentive, always checking in with a gentle word or a reassuring touch, his presence a quiet promise that she was loved. It didn’t take long for her to warm up to him, her initial hesitance melting into the role of his cute, adoring girlfriend at home— giggling at his teasing, curling into his side on the couch, her eyes bright with affection as she looked up at him.

At the office, though, she was a force: the best executive assistant he could ask for, sharp and efficient, handling schedules, emails, and client prep with a precision that made his work seamless. They kept their hands to themselves at work, their interactions minimal and professional, exchanging only brief glances that held a secret warmth. But outside the office, they were inseparable, always together; whether grabbing coffee, strolling through the city, or tangled up at home, hugging and cuddling at every chance, her head tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around her like she was his world.

Their sex life, however, was a slower journey, the fact that she’s a virgin and she knows that he’s undoubtedly experienced makes her nervous. Her inexperience making her hesitant, her cheeks flushing at the thought of intimacy, her body tensing with both curiosity and fear. Johnny, a man of virtue and patience, never rushed her, sensing her hesitation without needing to ask. He was content to wait, guiding her gently into their intimacy with a care that made her feel safe. He’d never push her beyond what she was ready for.

It started with soft, lingering kisses that melted into fevered make-out sessions, lips swollen and breaths ragged, leaving trails of purple love bites across her collarbone. After sometimes, Johnny’s hands had grown bolder, roaming her body then cupping the weight of her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples into tight peaks, or sometimes he has his hands squeezing the plush curve of her ass. He’d guided her patiently, teaching her how to please him.

“Like this, baby,” Johnny rasped one evening in his office, his voice gravelly with desire as he sat on his leather chair while she sit on his lap, facing him. He guided her, showing her the slow, firm rhythm that made his breath catch. The heat of his shaft pulsed against her palm, and his low groans vibrated through her as she found her confidence. His fingers slipped between her thighs, parting her slick folds, coaxing soft whimpers from her lips as he teased her clit. “So good for me, sugar,” he murmured, their shared gasps filling the quiet room, her skin flushing under his heated gaze.

Time deepened their exploration. He’d introduced her to the dizzying pleasure of his mouth, his tongue painting slow, deliberate circles between her thighs until she was trembling, her fingers tangled in his hair. Then came her turn to learn and taste him, her curiosity outweighing her nerves.

She knelt on the plush cream carpet of his living room, the city lights spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting soft shadows across her bare shoulders. Johnny lounged on the sofa, his thighs spread, the musky scent of his arousal heady as she leaned in. “Relax your jaw, baby,” he instructed with a low voice, his fingers threading through her soft strands. Her lips parted, tentative, as she took him in, the warm weight of him foreign on her tongue.

Getting her confidence by his encouraging hum, she tilted her head, experimenting with the angle to take him deeper, her lips stretching as she eased forward, breathing through her nose to ease the tightness in her throat. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft, swirling lightly as she pushed past her comfort zone, and she took him too far, her throat constricting as she choked, a soft gag escaping as her eyes watered. 

Johnny’s hand tightened briefly in her hair, his touch gentle but firm as he guided her back, helping her ease his cock out of her mouth, his voice soft with concern. “Easy, love, take it slow,” he murmured, but pride curled his lips.

“It’s hard because Daddy’s big, isn’t it?” he teased, his voice thick with satisfaction. She pulled back, gasping, her lips glossy, but her eyes burned with determination. With a shaky nod, she leaned in again, stretching her lips around him, her tongue experimenting, earning a guttural groan that sent a thrill through her core.

Their rhythm grew bolder— dry humping that left her thighs slick with arousal and his cock throbbing, her timid grinding on his thigh and cock coaxing breathless moans as she chased her climax, her shy movements turning bolder with each shuddering release. Sometimes, he’d ask for a tit job, her soft breasts enveloping him, the sight of her flushed skin and nervous glances driving him wild, her innocence and eagerness a potent mix that tested his control.

But today, Johnny was a fucking wreck, his stress from work boiling over into a relentless inferno. The unending pile of contracts and deadlines had him on the edge with no goddamn break, grinding his nerves raw. Worse, a male client had been all over her during a morning meeting, his smug smiles lingering too fucking long, his compliments, calling her “stunning” and “sharp as a tack”; dripping with intent that wasn’t professional. 

Johnny saw the way the bastard’s eyes raked over her, lingering on her curves, his handshake with her lasting a beat too long, and it set his blood on fire. It ignited a possessive rage in him. The idea of someone else even looking at her like that made him want to pin her down and claim her until there was no question. The jealousy, mixed with the suffocating weight of his work, was a perfect fucking storm, shredding his usual cool-headed composure.

He needed her to drown out the frustration and that very midday, he called her into his office, his voice sharp and jagged over the intercom, barely masking the territorial tone.

She arrived instantly, stepping through the door in her fitted pencil skirt and blouse, her eyes wide with concern. “Lock the door,” he instructed, his tone low and commanding.

“Oh- okay,” she said, her voice soft and questioning, but she obeyed, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet office. She turned to him, standing in front of his desk, “Are you okay?”

He stood, getting himself closer to her, his presence towering as he reached her, cupping her jaw with a firm but gentle hand, his thumb brushing her lower lip. “Get on your knees for me, baby,” he whispered, his voice rough with need, eyes dark with possession.

“Sir,” she said, her tone hesitant, a reminder of their office setting, though the word took on a kinky edge in the charged moment. She usually called him Johnny, saving “Daddy” for their intimate nights, but now it felt like she was testing the line, her professionalism clashing with his command.

“It’s Daddy for you now,” he growled, ignoring her subtle protest, while his hand delivering a quick, playful slap to her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “C’mon, baby, Daddy’s not in the mood for patience.”

Her cheeks flushed, but she nodded, her timidity clear as she sank to her knees. She reached for his belt, her fingers trembling slightly as she undid it, pulling his trousers and boxers down just enough to free his cock. Her breath hitched at the sight, but she leaned in, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth slowly.

Johnny groaned, his hand resting lightly in her hair, guiding her gently as she worked him, her tongue swirling along his length, her lips stretching to accommodate his size. She tried to take him deeper, her throat tightening as she gagged softly, her eyes watering, but she pushed past the discomfort, her hands resting on his thighs for balance, her gaze flicking up to meet his, seeking approval, making his cock twitch harder. “Just like that,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, his hips rocking slightly as she sucked him, her warmth and inexperience driving him wild.

As she found a rhythm, her lips sliding along his shaft, her tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, Johnny’s breathing grew ragged, his control slipping. The sight of her on her knees, her pretty lips stretched around him, her cheeks flushed and eyes glistening, pushed him closer to the edge. 

“You’d look so fucking pretty with my cum painted all over your face, you know that?” He teased, his tone dark and playful, testing her reaction as his climax built, his cock throbbing in her mouth.

She whined, a muffled sound around his length, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and shyness. Pulling back just enough, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop, she looked up at him, her voice soft and trembling. “No… Daddy,” She stammered, her cheeks burning, her glossy lips slick with spit as she shook her head, her timidity clear in her nervous gaze.

“Keep going” Then he guided her back to his cock, her lips parting again as she resumed, her tongue swirling with renewed effort. His groans grew deeper, his hips twitching as he felt the pressure build.

This wasn’t her first few time giving him head anymore. After a few tentative tries over the past weeks, she’d started to get the hang of it. She knew now how he liked it: the slow licks along the underside of his shaft, the way she’d swirl her tongue around the tip before taking him deeper, she knows what ticks him. Her once-shy movements had grown bolder, her technique still laced with that innocent eagerness but now guided by a growing intuition for his pleasure.

She worked him with a steady pace, her tongue flicking just right, her small hand stroking the base of his cock in sync with her mouth. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, a shy pride glimmering in them as her lips sliding along his length, her tongue teasing the sensitive spots she’d learned he loved, each move pulling him closer to the edge.

“Baby, I’m cumming,” he growled, his voice rough as he gripped her hair a little tighter, holding her in place. He came hard, his cock pulsing as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into her mouth, the taste flooding her senses. She whimpered softly, her throat working as she swallowed, her eyes squeezing shut as she took every drop, her hands clutching his thighs for support.

Instinctively, her small fingers wrapped around the base of his length she couldn’t fit in her mouth, stroking him with hesitant but eager movements. He bet she didn’t even realize how her tight grip and steady pumps intensified his pleasure.

He kept cumming, his groans loud and raw, each spurt filling her mouth as she struggled to keep up, a little but of cum dribbling from the corner of her lips, her innocence making the act even hotter.

Finally, as the last pulses faded, he loosened his grip on her hair, his breathing heavy and ragged. He looked down at her, and fuck, the sight nearly made him hard again. When she pulled back, his cock sprang free, still thick and heavy, hovering near her small, heart-shaped face, and the contrast fucking wrecked him. His size kink kicked into overdrive. Her petite features, those delicate cheekbones, tiny nose, and her soft, pouty mouth looked almost too small to handle him, yet she’d taken him so well. He was fascinated, his mind reeling at how someone so small, who’s face barely big enough to frame his cock, her hands so delicate wrapping around him could make him cum so hard, so good.

The way her flushed cheeks glowed, her swollen lips parted slightly as she caught her breath, made him want to pull her back and see how much more she could take. “Fuck, baby,” he muttered under his breath, voice rough with awe, “how’s a little thing like you handle me like that? So fucking perfect.” His eyes stayed locked on her, captivated by the sight of his cum lingering on her lips, her small face a perfect mix of innocence and raw, unintentional seduction. A faint smile tugged at her mouth as she wiped it with the back of her small hand, the gesture so innocent it drove him wild.

He took a moment to catch his breath, then reached for a box of tissues on his desk, gently tilting her chin up with one hand. He wiped the cum from the corner of her lips, his touch careful as he cleaned her flushed cheeks, making sure she was comfortable before he takes care of himself. He tossed the tissues aside, then scooped her up by the waist, lifting her effortlessly to sit on the edge of his desk, her skirt riding up slightly as she settled. “Pretty baby,” he murmured, stepping between her legs, his hands resting on her hips as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss.

Their mouths melded, his lips firm but gentle against her swollen ones, savoring the warmth and softness, the faint taste of his cum lingering on her tongue. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers in a teasing manner, coaxing soft whimpers from her. His hands slid up to cup her face, thumbs brushing her cheekbones, the warmth of her flushed skin grounding him.

Her lips parted wider, letting him lead, her tongue meeting his with hesitant flicks that grew bolder as she melted into him. The kiss was hungry but controlled, a mix of tenderness and beat from their earlier act. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, her breaths coming in soft, needy gasps between each press of their lips, the sound driving him wild.

He pulled back slightly, their lips brushing in a few soft, lingering pecks, his forehead resting against hers as he caught his breath. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered, voice low and sincere, 

“You did so fucking good for me.” She smiled, shy but pleased, her cheeks still pink as she looked up at him, her eyes warm with affection.

Her voice came out soft, a little hesitant. “What’s with you today?” She asked, tilting her head, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Johnny chuckled, his hands still resting on her hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I didn’t like how that guy thought he stood a chance with you,” he said honestly, his voice low, a possessive edge creeping in as he thought of the client’s flirty smirk.

She giggled, her shyness easing into a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re jealous?” She teased, her voice light, poking at his chest with a finger. “He’s got nothing on you, you know that.”

Johnny grinned, leaning in to steal another quick kiss, his lips brushing hers with a playful nip. “But I’m still gonna remind you who you belong to.”

She laughed softly, swatting his chest. He then stepped back, helping her off the desk. He smoothed her skirt, his touch lingering just a moment before he shifted back to professional mode. “Alright, sweetheart, back to your desk. We’ve got work to finish.” His voice dropped, a smirk tugging at his lips. “But I expect you ready to continue this at home later.”

She blushed, nodding shyly as she adjusted her blouse, her smile small but knowing. “Sure,” she murmured, slipping out of his office with a quick glance back, the promise of later hanging between them as they returned to their roles as CEO and assistant.

In the comfort of his home, that midday blowjob under his desk hadn’t been enough, and now, as he slid his cock against her dripping folds, naked humping her with desperate need, he was still unfulfilled. Her slick pussy teased him, so close yet so far, and he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking good it would feel to be inside her virgin pussy.

He bet every ounce of frustration from work, that jealousy he felt with that flirty bastard client, would melt away in seconds if he could just bury himself deep, completely wrapped in her tight, warm heat, her walls squeezing him as he claimed her fully. His desperation clawed at him, raw and consuming, his cock throbbing with every slide against her.

He tested her limits a few times, he let his tip “accidentally” bump against her slick slit, nudging just enough to feel her tight entrance, groaning at the tease of her warmth. Once, he pressed a little harder, the head of his cock catching briefly at her opening, making her gasp and squirm away, her thighs clamping shut. “D-Daddy, no,” she whispered, her voice timid, her eyes wide with nervous fear. He would just ease back, kissing her softly to soothe her, but his patience was shot. He needed to feel her, to be inside her, to make her his in a way that left no doubt.

His lips bruised the sensitive skin of her neck with hungry, open-mouthed kisses, each one leaving a faint mark as he pressed himself closer, his cock sliding against her soaked folds. “Would you let Daddy slip it in tonight, baby, hm?” His voice rough with need, the heat of his breath tickling her ear as his hips pressed harder.

“No… Daddy, don’t,” She whispered, her voice laced with hesitation, but her body arched into him, still craving the delicious pressure of his cock against her pussy.

“Just the tip, please,” He urged, his tone bordering on desperate, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“Daddy-” she whimpered, her voice trembling. She was still scared of the possible pain she’ll feel, and though she didn’t admit it, his size— is kinda intimidating. Yet his words, filthy and coaxing, wove a spell.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he murmured, his voice dripping with promise, “I bet it’ll slide in so easy.” His cock nudged her clit, sending a jolt through her, and she gasped, her resolve fraying. For what feels like fifteen minutes, he teased, his whispers painting vivid images of pleasure. Finally, her voice barely audible, she relented. “Just the tip.”

Johnny froze, then lifted his head, kissing her deeply, a silent thank you. He shifted, kneeling between her thighs, spreading her legs and draping them over his thighs. His fingers grazed her slit, slick with her arousal, before he lined himself up, rubbing his tip along her folds. Slowly, he pushed just the head inside, groaning at the tight, warm grip of her virgin pussy.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes glued to the obscene sight of her labia stretching around his thick tip, glistening with her arousal. It had been, like, three years since he’d been inside anyone and her tight pussy did him no good. It was almost too much for him.

He thrust shallowly, careful not to go deeper, savoring the way her walls clung to him. “Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He rasped, his voice thick with lust, his gaze raking over her body— her breasts laid bare for his eyes, her nipples hard, her lips parted as she whimpered, the sound high and needy.

And he was right. It did. The heat of him and the weight of him was overwhelming in a way she never felt before. Every small movement sent a ripple of warmth through her. Her skin was flushed, a sheen of sweat glistening under the low light, and the sight of her spread bare beneath him, trembling from just his tip, made his cock throb painfully. 

“Imagine taking all of Daddy’s cock, baby,” he teased, his tone wicked, “How fucking good that’d feel.” Once, he pushed a fraction deeper, her sharp gasp and squirm pulling a dark chuckle from him. He chuckled, easing back to the agreed depth. “Too much for my pretty girl?”

She nodded as she gripped the sheets, still not entirely familiarized herself to the feeling of having something in her. Johnny’s hand slid to her waist, his fingers caressing the soft curve of her skin, warm and reassuring, grounding her as he murmured, “You’re doing so good, baby.”

His gaze dropped, fixating on the view below. The thick, flared head of his cock, glistened with her arousal, nestled just inside her tight, virgin pussy. Her folds were swollen, slick with her wetness and his precum, stretching beautifully around his tip. He moved his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, careful not to push too far.

“Your pussy looks even prettier with my cock in it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust, eyes locked on the way her lips parted for him, hugging his tip. He savors the way her pussy pulsed around him, each movement making her slicker, her arousal dripping down to the sheets. She glanced down, noticing how fixated he was, his eyes dark and hungry, and her cheeks flushed deeper, a mix of shyness and curiosity sparkling in her.

“Can I see?” she asked, her voice shy but thick with curiosity, her cheeks burning as she bit her lip, nervous but wanting to share in his fascination.

Johnny grinned, charmed by her boldness and his hand was still caressing her waist as he nodded. “Of course” He grabbed a pillow, propping it behind her so she could lean on her elbows, giving her a clear view of his thick cockhead nestled in her slick, stretched pussy. She lost her words when she sees her folds parted wide clinging to the broad head of his cock, the contrast of his size against her small, tight entrance making her heart race. “O-Oh,” she whispered, there’s a mix of awe and nervous excitement, her cheeks burning hotter as she stared, mesmerized by how her body stretched for him.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” he said, his voice low and dirty. “Look at your little pussy stretching for me, baby.” She watched his tip slid in and out, her folds glistening, parting to accommodate him. The sight was raw and pornographic.

Now, as she stared at the sight of their connection, her voice trembled again. “It looks so… big,” she whispered, her eyes still fixed on the filthy scene below and she couldn’t look away.

Johnny chuckled softly, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing her flushed skin. “It is, baby, but you’re taking me so well,” he said, his voice warm with pride and lust. 

“Look at how pretty your pussy looks, stretched just for me.” He thrust shallowly, letting her see the slick movement, her arousal coating him, and she whimpered, her body responding despite her nerves. It was just the tip, but it was enough for their first step, a moment of trust and intimacy that left them both craving more, her shyness easing with every gentle word and touch he offered.

Johnny reveled in it, treating the shallow thrusts like an edging game, each stroke a test of his control. He memorized the way her breasts jiggled, the way her fingers clutched the sheets, the soft, desperate sounds she made. His cock ached to plunge deeper, but he held back, savoring the torture.

When his climax built, he reached down, his thumb circling her clit in tight circles, determined to pull her over the edge first. Her pussy clenched tighter around his tip, and he cursed under his breath, the sensation nearly undoing him.

“I’m cumming,” she gasped, her voice breaking as she feels the wave coming. 

“Cum, baby,” Her orgasm slammed into her, raw and intense, nothing like the softer climaxes his fingers or tongue had coaxed out before, this was deeper, harder. She was so fucking tight clamping on his tip, so wet, her body responding to him like it was made for this, and it took everything in him to keep his thrusts shallow, to not bury himself deep and claim her right then. The sight of her spread out, flushed, and fucked out just from his tip made his balls tighten, his mind flooded with the primal urge to fill her.

Her pulsing heat was maddening, pushing him closer to the edge. “Daddy, pull out!” she cried, her voice urgent as she sensed his climax. His mind flashed; he’d get her pills, or maybe not. Maybe he’d skip it entirely, imagining when they finally fucked properly, he’ll knock her up.

He groaned, low and pissed off, but pulled out just enough, his swollen tip pressed against her parted slit as he came hard, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting across her pussy, splattering her folds, dripping down to her tight little ass and soaking the sheets messily.

The sight of her filthy aftermath got him the second time. He couldn’t resist sliding his tip back in, feeling her pussy twitch, imagining he was balls-deep, pumping her full of his cum. The vivid fantasy has his cock twitching as it spurted a final, thick burst of cum, then dripping down her folds, mingling with the mess he’d already made.

“That’s the first and last time Daddy’s pulling out,” he vowed, his voice rough with resolve, his eyes dark with promise. She smiled, soft and knowing, her body still humming from her release. After a year and a half of patience, of guiding her step by step, he’d earned this—and she knew the next time, there’d be no holding back.

“Look at this, baby,” Johnny’s voice breaking the silence, voice thick with lust, his eyes locked on her cum-soaked pussy. He dragged his forefinger through the mess, smearing his cum over her swollen folds, plunging it into her slightly parted slit, her warmth sucking him in. “Fuck, it was just my tip, and your pretty little pussy’s already spread open for me,” he growled, his dirty talk rough and unfiltered as he watched her squirm, her breath hitching at his touch.

He pushed his finger into her slightly parted slit and he groaned at how impossibly tight she was, he kept scooping his cum from her folds, pushing it back into her tight hole, obsessed with the sight of her tiny entrance stretches around his fingers, clamping so hard it was like she was begging for more.

“Not satisfied, are you, baby? Your pussy’s gripping my finger so fucking hard” He pumped his finger slowly, then added a second, stretching her just enough to pull a whimper, his cum slick on his skin as he teased her. 

She whimpered, her eyes fluttering open, wide and glistening with nervous hesitation, her cheeks burning a deep pink as she looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper, trembling with shyness. “D-Daddy, I-I’m so sensitive,” she stammered, her words faltering as she bit her lip hard, her hands clutching the sheets tightly, and her thighs trembling uncontrollably. 

“Fuck, baby, you’re so needy,” Johnny growled, his thumb finds her swollen clit and pressing down with steady circles. Her pussy clenched harder, the wet squelch of his cum and her arousal filling the air as he worked her.

Her breath hitched, a soft moan escaping. “D-Daddy, it’s… it’s too much,” she whispered, voice shaky, eyes pleading. He smirked, curling his fingers deeper, thumb rubbing her clit harder.

She whimpered, hips twitching. “I-I’m gonna cum again,” she stammered, her voice tiny, desperate.

“That’s it, baby, let it go,” Her pussy pulsed wildly, her moans turning to high-pitched cries, and thighs shaking harder.

Her body tensed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as her pussy clamped down, spasming around his fingers in a wet, filthy rush. “Daddy!” she sobbed, cumming hard, her juices mixing with his cum, her body trembling as he kept pumping, drawing out every shudder.

“Good girl,” he growled, slowing his fingers but not stopping, milking her orgasm as her pussy twitched and pulsed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He watched her collapse back to steady her breath.

After some time, she shifted, her body still trembling as she crawled shyly toward him on the bed. Johnny was still kneeling between her legs, his cock half-hard, glistening with the remnants of his release. Her eyes flicked up to his, timid and hesitant, as she bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. “Daddy, can I… can I suck you off?” she asked, her tone soft and submissive, just as he’d taught her to do whenever she wanted his cock, her cheeks flushing with nervous anticipation.

Johnny’s eyes softened, but he shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “Enough, baby,” he said, his voice low but firm, laced with care. “It’s already two in the morning, and we’ve got that early meeting tomorrow. You need rest, and so do I.” He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, his hand sliding to her shoulder to ease her back onto the bed. “Come here, sweetheart, let Daddy take care of you.”

He shifted, lying down beside her, pulling her trembling body into his arms, her skin warm and a little bit sticky against his. He grabbed a soft blanket from the edge of the bed, draping it over her, tucking it around her shoulders to keep her warm. “You did so good for me,” he murmured, his fingers stroking her hair as she nestled against his chest, her breaths still uneven. He reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand, uncapping it and holding it to her lips. “Drink, sweetheart,” he urged, tilting it gently as she took small sips, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed into his hold.

Remembering the sticky remnants of his cum still clinging to her thighs and folds, Johnny reached over to the nightstand again, grabbing a box of wet tissues he kept for times like this. “Let’s clean you up, baby,” he said softly, his tone tender but practical. He pulled a few sheets to carefully wiping the mess from her inner thighs, his touch slow and deliberate to avoid startling her sensitive skin. He parted her legs slightly, dabbing at her swollen, glistening folds, cleaning away the slick mix of his cum and her arousal, his eyes flicking up to her face to make sure she was comfortable. “Can’t leave my girl all messy,” he murmured, a faint smile in his voice as he worked, tossing the used tissues aside before grabbing fresh ones to finish the job, ensuring she was clean and comfortable.

He kept her close, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back, soothing her as her body calmed. “Get some sleep, baby,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head, his tone warm and protective. “We’ll have plenty of time for more later, I promise.” She nodded faintly, her cheek pressed against his chest, already drifting as he held her, ensuring she felt safe and cared for.