Johnny would accompany her to the church on base, escorting her for her safety of course. She’d always pray and confess her sins out loud, fearing no judgment from the soldiers who she had placed her life in his hands.

It was during one of these visits that he had kneeled beside her, pretending to pray as she spoke. “Dear father, please forgive me as I believe I’m being put to temptation. My body does not feel like my own and I constantly have a… tingling sensation… down there. Please help me fight off this feeling.” Her eyes were closed and hands clasped together.

Johnny felt his cock twitch in interest from her words, she knew she was being tempted but she didn’t know what exactly the feeling was. It was fucking perfect. “Ye ken, ah can help.” Johnny offers, already moving to kneel behind her. He places his hands on her hips, pulling them back. “Ye trust meh, aye?”

He sees it, the hesitation on her face as he grinds against her ass. “You… you can? I thought only priests could help deal with the sins?”

“Aye, it’s cause ye da is ye da, he’s not supposed ta help wit’ this kinda sin.” Johnny assures her, his hands reaching down to start pulling the full length skirt up her kneeling form.

“I guess that makes sense…” she trails off, still wary but he can deal with that. “What am I to do?”

“Ye need ta pray for us ta have strength to resist, the devil sneaky during this trail.” He tells her, skirt now bunched at her hips and showing off the delicious curve of her ass in her panties. He makes quick work to get his cock out of his pants, a hand wrapping around her waist to pull her back against him. “Go’on, start prayin’.” He tells her, grinding against her.

Her eyes close as she starts to pray out loud once more, hands this time braced on the pews before them to keep her steady as Johnny keeps up his grinding. “Tha’s it lass, doing so well.” He tells her, a hand resting on her shoulder so he can thrust her down like that. He keeps it up as she prays, feeling the heat grow as his cock nudges between her thighs.

“J-Johnny? I don’t think it’s working…” she’s panting now, feeling the effects of his ministrations against her.

“Just pray harder.” He tells her, finger tugging the panties ever so slightly to the side, the slightest hint of pussy peaking out. “Ye prays help but the temptation is still strong.” His cock slides under her panties, through her slick folds, causing her to gasp.

“Johnny no!! We can’t do this! It’s a sin.” She protests but her hips wiggle back.

“It’s no sin lovey, otherwise the Bible wouldn’t mention it now would it?” He asks, knowing he’s right, knowing she also wouldn’t dare contradict the holy book. “But if ye that worried, keep praying.”

She continues, voice shaking with every drag of his cock against her clit. He doesn’t have to try too hard to slip inside, she’s slick enough. “Ye failed us.” She cries, not in pain but because she believes him. “Ye must pray fer our forgiveness now since it’s that important.” He pushes in deeper, feeling slight resistance around his cock.

She sobs as she leans against her forearms, not even trying to hold herself up. The angle makes it easier for Johnny to thrust inside. He gets about halfway when he’s met with that foreign feeling, like something is forcing him to stay out. He grits his teeth and using both hands to pull her flush against his hips, the barrier giving as she lets out a yelp of pained pleasure.

He tenderly kisses her shoulder. “It’s okay bonnie, I’ll be sure to not sin inside you if ye keep praying.” He lying of course, he always knew he had no intention of pulling out, he doesn’t care if she gets pregnant. She wouldn’t be able to tell if he had cum inside her or not anyway. He grunts as he slowly pulls out, pupils blowing wide when he sees that red ring of innocence.

He only pumps his hips a few time before he’s spilling into her, biting his lip to prevent himself from groaning too loud. “That’s a good lass, ah’m sure we’re forgiven.”

Just another night in the Suh household.

You were sitting on the couch, scrolling through Instagram when you heard the signs of someone fumbling with the lock. More like the sound of keys scrambling to find the lock, after a couple of minutes you heard the lock click. There was no use looking up, only one person had a key.

“You’re still up.” You didn’t have to turn around to know what he was doing. The sound of his keys hitting the bowl on the table, shuffling as he kicks off his shoes, not bothering to place them along the wall or on the rack properly before he makes his way over to your spot. “I told you I’d be home late. You didn’t have to wait for me.” Leaning down he placed a kiss on your cheek, instinctively scrunching your nose up from the smell of alcohol that was flowing off of him in.

“You never told me where you were. I got worried.” You scoffed at Johnny’s hum in response, brushing off your statement completely as he walked towards the couch.

“I was at work.” Typical statement. Typical bullshit response.

Standing up you followed him, purposefully ignoring the groan he let out at you. He continued pouring himself a cup of water, only turning around to you afterward with his eyebrow cocked.

“Just be honest with me, if you're cheating I can leave."

“Here we fucking go.”

“What? Aw, is my accusation of you cheating too much to bear? Cry me a fucking river Johnny.” Johnny slammed the cup onto the counter, causing some of the water to splash up over the sides. “I called Taeyong. He told me that you left shortly after Taeil at 12 am. It’s fucking 4 am so where the hell where you? Can you just tell me the fucking truth, I already know you’re cheating.”

Same old routine. You accuse him of cheating, something that you weren’t even positive about, he gets angry and proceeds to pin you to the counter. Like he’s doing right now, hands holding onto your waist while his body physically cages you in.

“If you want me to leave I will. I’d rather you just admit it instead of hiding it.” This always got you to shut up, nervous that you might’ve taken it too far. No matter how much you argued there was a fear that one day it would end, he would just walk out and not come back. Today wasn’t that day, if the way he gently holds your chin to force you into making eye contact. The anger that seemed to be simmering behind the calm facade he had on did little to quell your nerves.

“If I was cheating on you, I wouldn’t even bother coming home.” Here comes your favorite part, Johnny walking away from you as he heads towards the bedroom. There was no reason for him to glance over his shoulder to see if you were falling, you’d done this dance a million times before.

“It’s 4 am. Wish you would’ve just stayed gone then come back home.” That always got his attention. No matter how calm he pretended to be, that was surely the thing to make him snap. It’s kinda funny, just how quickly he pins you against the door, physically restraining your wrists above your head. Even in moments like this the old Johnny still shines through in the way that his grip is loose on you. If you truly wanted to break free from him, he would let you.

Despite knowing that you never fought him, maybe it was how close he came to you, so close that you could feel his breath ghosting over your lips and you could see the way that his pupils dilated.

“You shouldn’t have come back.” Johnny cold laugh forced you to look away from him. That only gave him another reason to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him. When your eyes met his, something melted inside of both of you. If the way his grip on you loosened even more to the point where his fingers were only loosely framing your wrists were anything to go by.

“This is my house. You’re always free to leave.” You wanted to leave. Something inside of you was constantly telling you to just pack your bags. There were plenty of people who had offered you a place to stay after you only venting about your relationship for 10 problems, but looking into his eyes, seeing the anger bleed out and feeling the tension run out of your body, why would you ever want to leave?

Maybe that’s why the argument always ends in the same way. In a kiss. An awful kiss, but a kiss nonetheless.

No sooner had all of the anger bled out the two of you then Johnny was pulling you into a kiss. Teeth clashing almost playfully, too much tongue to be deemed a proper kiss, too messy by the amount of spit running over your lips, but it was still too perfect for your relationship. You truly don’t know how Johnny got you onto the bed so quickly, and you didn’t even remember him taking off your clothes but here you were, hands finally able to touch Johnny thanks to him no longer restricting him and fingers wrapped around strands of his hair as he continued to steal the breath out of your lungs. After a painful nip to your bottom lip, followed by another sweet kiss as an apology he was sucking bruises onto your neck.

They were entirely too high, and you would definitely have to do the walk of shame plast your coworkers in order to get to your dress but the feeling of his teeth scraping over your neck, and the feeling of his tongue swiping over the fresh bitemarks adorning your neck was too good for you to ask him to stop. After he deemed you properly marked, his kisses started trailing down your body, nipping at the smooth flesh of your stomach before he was at his destination between your thighs.

He wasted no time when he was faced with your soaked cunt, placing a kiss on your clit that made you throw your head back. The first lick made you tense up, a tentative one just over your lips, the second one made your whole body relax as he separated your lips, getting a taste of your arousal. He groaned, knowing that no one would ever taste as good as you before he got to work, tongue fucking you with occasional flicks to your clits, sometimes taking a break to suck on your clit like a lollipop causing you to cry out from the pleasure. Johnny may have been changing, but his love for making you cry hadn’t. His ministration didn’t stop until you were clenching around his tongue, pulling his hair did nothing to stop, only encouraging him.

When your first orgasm hit you all thoughts of the argument were completely out of your mind. The only thing you could think about was Johnny, but the night was over. You may have dropped the argument but Johnny was still seething, if the way that he quickly flipped you over and pulled your hips up, forcing you to get on all fours was anything to go by.

Johnny’s view was something that he couldn’t even imagine. Your back perfectly arched giving him a perfect view of both of your holes. He couldn’t fight his temptation, leaning down to lick a broad stripe over your asshole, savoring the loud moan that you let out before your pleading started. A mix of ‘please’, ‘Johnny’, and ‘just put your cock in me, I need you’.

Stroking his cock a few times, just until it was at full hardness he rubbed the tip over your hole, watching in awe at how quickly your arousal covered his head before pushing inside of you. One shuttering breath as Johnny tried to control himself before you were already fucking yourself back on him, begging him to move already. Johnny was more than happy to oblige, if the way that he gripped your hips before brutally fucking into you was anything to go by. There weren’t many sounds in the room, Johnny’s groans every time your pussy squeezed around him, attempting to pull an early orgasm out of him, skin hitting skin as his hips your ass, surely leaving both his pelvis bright red after this but he couldn’t care less, and the sounds of your cries. Tears leaving your mouth from the overwhelming pleasure that was overtaking you as you weakly grabbed at the sheets.

“Why would I want anyone else when I have needy slut waiting for me back home?” Johnny always knew the perfect things to say, that’s why you weren’t ashamed to say that just him calling you a needy slut caused your eyes to roll back as your second orgasm hit you. The chuckle that Johnny let out should’ve made you feel disgusting, but with the way that his cock was still dragging against your walls that were still quivering from your orgasm all you could do was squeeze your eyes tight as more tears fell from your eyes, surely soaking the pillow that you shoved your face into. “You okay baby?”

Despite the anger still coursing through Johnny’s vein he still didn’t want to actually hurt you, he only ever wanted you crying out from pleasure. Just on schedule after your second orgasm Johnny pulled out and helped you lay on your back, he knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up much longer by the way that your legs shook. And now? Seeing your tear filled cheeks, and your swollen lips? Johnny really knew that there was no one else for him. Grabbing your legs and placing them around his waist he easily slipped back in, cupping you cheek soothingly as you let out a whimper from oversensitivity.

Maybe that’s why Johnny was always out late, finding someone that could actually keep with him in bed.

He seemed to sense your thoughts because he placed a kiss on both of your cheeks before starting up his slow strokes. You rarely did missionary outside of arguments, but being able to look up at him as his cock hit deeper in you, rubbing over your g spot with every well aimed and timed stroke was something that was worth arguing for. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down closer so that you were chest to chest, kissing at this point wouldn’t even be worth it, all the two of you could manage was to breathe into eachothers mouths.

“You always take me so well, pretty.” Rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip you eagerly wrapped your lips around it, running your tongue over the pad of his thigh, feeling proud in the way that you could feel his cock twitch inside of you.

“Still so tight, no matter how much I fuck you.” Johnny was purely chasing his orgasm now, grabbing both of your legs and practically bending you in half as his thrusts sped up, along with his dirty talk. “My little slut.”

His thrusts were quickly pushing you towards a third orgasm, but he knew that already by then your mouth dropped open and you started letting out moans again. There would surely be a noise complaint tomorrow, but for now all he wanted was to make both of you cum. Removing his spit covered thumb he slid it down to your clit before covering your mouth with his, swallowing all of your moans as he quickly rubbed your clit. Your third orgasm hit you the hardest due to the way Johnny was desperately kissing you while rubbing circles over your swollen clit. He finally came as your walls seized around his cock, pulling his orgasm out of him. Johnny continued to fuck you through your orgasms, stopping only when overstimulation finally started to hit.

It took everything in him not to just lay down on top of you, but he only got as far as to turn the both of you to the side. He didn’t even bother pulling out, just rubbing soothing shapes into your back as you both caught your breath.

“Why do we keep doing this?” Your voice broke the silence, shaky in the way that Johnny knew you were going to cry again. “Why don’t we just end this? We’re dragging it on too long.” Sighing Johnny placed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer to his chest.

“I don’t want to see you with anyone else. I won’t be made if you leave. I deserve it.”