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slightlymore · 4 years

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oh no, mr suh, please don't spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it's my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @theworld-accordingtocasey @kibumingi

_____

"Johnny, get lost."

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny's peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early.

He smirked and didn't move.

You made a step on the right.

He did the same.

"John," you made a step on the left.

His body kept blocking your way.

"Why? Are you busy?" His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, unlike you."

"I'm also busy."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"Getting between your legs."

In spite of everything, you couldn't help but snort once.

He has been playing that game for weeks now. A little touch here, a little compliment there, but it was the first time to see him this pushy.

"I told you that I don't want to sleep with my roommates," you walked around him, teasingly hitting his shoulder with yours.

You weren't surprised to feel his fingers wrap your arm and turn you around.

"You don't have to sleep with me. I can sleep well on my own. I need you awake."

Johnny let his palm dance on your skin until it got to your throat, his thumb rising slowly and caressing your lips. You gulped and looked down at his hand before locking eyes with him again.

"You know what I mean," your breath and moving mouth tickled his finger and the twinkle in the man's eyes amused you. You were about to add something else but decided to do something instead - giving him new ideas to continue jerking off to later, since his dick will still be dry for a long time.

But when you softly pulled his thumb into your mouth, you didn't expect to be the first to get that excited.

Johnny let out the ghost of a sigh, staring at the way your pursed lips dragged around his skin, the softness of your tongue licking the tip after giving it a good suck.

"Hm. Knew you were a little slut."

You chuckled and raised your hands to press them on his chest and push him away before turning around with the intent of leaving him hot and bothered.

But he was quicker. In a second your wrists were blocked by his strong fingers and his head was shaking.

"No touching."

You narrowed your eyes amused.

"Oh yeah? And what should I do for you to let me touch you?"

His fingers intertwined with yours and if he didn't have that lustful expression on, the gesture would have been almost sweet.

"Beg?"

You opened your mouth in a slightly surprised o.

"Me? Beg? I don't beg."

Johnny let go of your hands with a smirk and ghosted your chest until getting to the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed.

"Stop me," he whispered but all of a sudden you couldn't concentrate on forming words and frankly, you realized you didn’t want to either.

So he knelt in front of you and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, revealing your thighs and underwear, pushing it up until exposing your stomach. His breath tickled your skin first then you felt his lips, and when he placed the first kiss you got goosebumps all over your body. Johnny chuckled slowly and palmed your legs as if getting rid of the bumps but it only added to the heightening sensation his mouth was building up. And when he took out the tongue, circling your belly button, you breathed in deeply and grabbed his hair. He liked it since a pleasant grunt formed on his lips, which were going down until meeting the cotton of the underwear, then on one side, tackling your hip with slow kisses.

Right when you were about to close your eyes and moan, you suddenly couldn't feel Johnny's lips on you anymore. You stared down just to see his annoying smirk, his locks still in your hand and his eyebrow raised upon seeing the little wet patch formed on your panties.

He got up with a swift movement as if he had finished with all of his to-do list for the day and smiled.

"I'll go make breakfast," he announced and walked around you whistling.

_____

Said breakfast was being consumed in silence.

You had to change your underwear because the situation between your legs got too much out of control and when you came back Johnny already made coffee and pancakes. With little glances at his face you wondered how come he was that calm and, the most important thing, how come there was no tent in his gray sweatpants.

Did he really think he could start a war and win? You scoffed while angrily munching on the last pieces of pancakes.

"You okay?" he licked his lips after finishing his coffee.

"Of course," you replied dryly, standing up and grabbing your plate directed towards the kitchen like a tornado.

"Your vibes are kinda dark though?" he raised his voice for you to be able to hear over the clanging of dishes.

"Mind your own business," you came back, the violent shift of air as you passed near him almost making his hair swoosh.

_____

Tight clothes? No, more. Lingerie? Uh uh, more. Naked? Maybe too much. Towel? Fuck yeah, towel.

Lips juicy, eyes glowing, and the plan was rolling as you stood inside the bathroom, grinning at yourself in the mirror, hands virtually rubbing against each other while physically they were wrapping your damp skin with the towel.

Hidden behind a corner like a predator about to attack its prey, you waited to hear Johnny's steps coming towards the bedrooms. A little noise, calm and deep, arrived to your ears first. One step forward and the collusion was perfect.

"Oh, sorry!" you bumped into him, the fabric shifting on your breasts, your fingers prudishly trying to cover yourself and - oops - failing. With hands pressed on your chest, the swell of it was even more visible now, the last drops of water shining on the skin and falling slowly inside the cleavage.

Johnny remained silent, not even a tiny ‘sorry’ escaping his lips, his eyes completely trained on your body. Then, when you were already tasting the victory on your tongue, he suddenly looked behind you as if not wanting to look anymore.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, waiting for a more grand reaction but Johnny kept on a composed face.

After a few seconds of silence, you were about to leave, lower lip between your teeth as your plan didn't make him go rogue.

But then he whispered something under his breath and when you least expected it, he pushed you against the wall. The air got knocked out of your lungs making you breathless. "You like dangerous games?"

His tone was delicious, lips so close to yours, and you absolutely wanted to drink it all in. And he was right. You did like dangerous games and you also liked to win.

"Yeah. And revenge as well." You finally smiled as one of your fingers slowly dragged on his chest, smoothing the creases of his white t-shirt. "Am I making you feel some type of way, John?"

The man scoffed, staring you down. "Not really."

"You can't even look at me in the eyes though.”

"Eyes? Something else requires my attention now, baby girl."

The instant delicious burst of pleasure of his hands cupping your now nude breasts and his thumbs circling your hard nipples made your knees buckle. The towel, slowly falling until stopping around your waist, was dangerously close to getting to your feet if Johnny's hips weren't pressed against yours.

One step back and you'd be naked in front of him and that wasn't your plan at all.

No, no, wait. You were supposed to make him feel things, not the contrary.

Then why were you letting him touch you like that?

"Are you sure you're doing this for me and not for yourself?" Johnny smiled at your light panting and twitching fingers, pressed on his arms.

"Enough," you whined, mind already blurry, so close to beg him to take you like that against that same wall.

Johnny stopped and took a step back, his hands quickly going to your hips preventing the towel from falling any further.

"I don't have to say it since it's obvious. But I've won. Again."

You pulled the white fluffy fabric from his fingers with a huff and stormed into your room, the echo of Johnny's chuckle ringing in the whole corridor.

_____

Disastrous.

You couldn't believe that you got that hot and bothered when Johnny should have been the one salivating and losing his mind inside his room.

Throwing away the towel you looked around for your clothes when a buzz from the bed made your head turn.

"Are you touching yourself?" read Johnny's text. You snorted. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to touch yourself. No, sir. You already lost a second time. You weren't about to give Johnny that satisfaction as well.

From You: and if I were?

From Johnny: thinking about me?

From You: you wish.

You laid down, face illuminated from the phone and fingers hovering over the screen, somewhat invested in the conversation. But just a little.

From Johnny: come on. do it.

You rolled your eyes amused and changed his display name.

From You: you first

From Evil dick: hm, I love winning though.

From You: you talk a lot for someone that's fucking his fist right now :)

From Evil dick: is this what you're imagining?

From You: yeah

Johnny read the text and didn't reply anymore. You could not prove that he was taking care of his stiffy but the thought of him doing so made you feel triumphant. Perhaps it wasn't a full win but you could give yourself half a point. Only half.

Because when you put your phone down, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding between your legs either.

_____

You needed at least one win.

Just once, only once, you wanted to see Johnny's honey eyes tremble under your touch.

And the corridor was your arena apparently since the next day another opportunity arose. Short and quick.

You smiled at him exiting his room and he smiled back. His lips were about to part and probably ask if you enjoyed yourself the previous night but no sound came out of them as your fingertip gently caressed his chest. It was barely there, a slight touch going slowly down.

His jaw muscles tightened when you reached his pants and he jolted when you pulled his belt towards you.

"It was a little crooked," you feigned innocence, your knuckles definitely brushing something that made him inhale silently.

"I'm making breakfast." You smiled and walked around him, leaving Johnny alone in the middle of the corridor just like he did the day before.

_____ “That’s not a win.”

You threw your head back on the couch arm, looking at Johnny upside down, the popcorn kernel you were currently about to eat stopped against your lips.

“That was a win,” you replied.

The man put his hands on his hips. “You just touched my belt.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently that’s enough for you to cum, baby boy.”

Johnny’s cheeks rose in a tight smile as you licked the salt and butter from your fingers. The look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed to you and you loved it. His gaze caressed your face and open lips, then your exposed throat and low cut t-shirt. You knew he loved that angle. Could you possibly get two wins on the same day?

“Want some popcorn?” you asked, handing him one kernel. Johnny put his hands on the couch’s arm, bending his frame down and taking it with his teeth. You looked away nonchalantly as his lips touched your fingers, and you grabbed another kernel for yourself.

But Johnny was quicker.

One hand on your jaw, pushing your head back even more, he took it from between your lips in a spiderman kiss.

You couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, mouth open and skin burning from where his lips touched it.

When you locked eyes again, you noticed him munching with a little smile. Still hovering over you, a few strands of hair covering his eyes, he swallowed and whispered.

“I win.”

_____

“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.”

Taeyong looked at you with the cocktail glass in his hand as if you grew two heads. “Y/N not drinking?”

“I can’t drink. I’m on duty.”

You were still sitting on the couch in a ball, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated eyes.

Taeyong took a sip from his drink then shrugged and took a sip from the one he prepared for you too.

“On duty for what?” he plopped near you making you wobble slightly to the side.

“War.”

“On Johnny?” Your head snapped towards his innocent eyes. “You know about it?”

The boy chuckled. “Want me to give you a few tips?”

He smacked his lips and shifted his weight to be more comfortable, his lids dropping as if about to share some juicy secrets.

You imitated his position and leaned in to hear better.

“Make him jealous with me.” You blinked in silence a few times then sighed, pushing Taeyong away. “Are you trying to get between my legs too, now?”

The other continued chuckling. “It was worth the shot. You can try stuff like touching him randomly, then.” You huffed. “You think I’m a newbie?”

Taeyong sipped from both of his drinks again. “Then what about making him believe he got you so you can attack when he feels powerful?”

_____

"Oh, no. I have flour on my clothes."

The dough you were working was still sticky so you got a handful of flour that accidentally went on your bottoms right when Johnny made his appearance in the kitchen.

He looked down and, indeed, noticed a light layer of dust covering your black leggings.

“Could you please clean them up for me? These are my favourites,” you pouted at him.

Johnny smiled and sighed, getting closer and slapping your butt once, then twice, then again, until all the flour was cleaned up.

"There's no reason to be this aggressive, you know?” you bit your lower lip.

"But you like it this way. Don't you?"

Another spank and you mewled, the sound making Johnny hum in appreciation.

“You’re all clean now.” He stepped back and presumably stared at your ass with the excuse of checking for some more flour.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you whispered and almost regretted - key word ‘almost’ - saying it as your flatmate approached you again, his sudden dark aura making your skin crawl.

“You want me to continue?” his voice caressed your ear, his tone highly amused.

You acted as if gathering the courage to confess that, yes, you wanted him to spank you but, oh no, you were so shy and he was so strong, you couldn’t do it like that and in public!!? oh no, you couldn’t take it.

“N-no, it’s better if we stop here. I- I don’t think I can handle it. It will make me go crazy.”

Even if not seeing him in the face, you could almost physically sense Johnny’s puzzled aura. Laughing to yourself you wondered what kind of reaction he would come up with this time.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments and when you were about to turn your head to check on him, you felt his chest on your back and he engulfed your body with his arms as he pressed his hands on the counter in front of you.

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m giving this one to you.”

_____

From Evil Dick: I can hear your vibrator from the kitchen

From You: I’m not using any vibrator right now From You: maybe it’s taeyong lol

From Evil Dick: lol From Evil Dick: it’s definitely coming from your room tho

From You: you’re imagining things you wish were true

From Evil Dick: I don’t imagine you getting off on vibrators From Evil Dick: I like to be included in my fantasies :)

You: typing You: deleting You: typing You: deleting

From You: fuck you

From Evil Dick: fuck me yourself From Evil Dick: 4-2 for me

Johnny smiled brightly when you barged into his room.

He was laying down in the dark, with only the phone illuminating his face.

“Are you already done?” he asked teasingly.

You stopped at the feet of his bed with crossed arms.

“I’m here to fuck,” you announced.

Johnny remained with his mouth open as his brain processed the information then laughed.

“I don’t think you will,” he sat up, resting his back on the bed frame. The movement lifted his t-shirt a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers above the sweatpants and his lower stomach skin.

You didn’t add anything and got on your knees on the bed instead, slowly crawling towards him until getting between his legs. Then you sat on your heels and took away your shirt.

Johnny followed your frame and his eyes grew wide seeing you naked underneath the falling fabric. You smiled and his loss of words and you imitated his position, sitting in front of him and opening your legs to drape over his.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes trained to where you slowly dragged your fingers.

Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes and threw your head back, gently drawing circles around your clit before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Shit,” Johnny repeated and you whined, the wet sound telling him how you felt.

“I didn’t say I’m here to fuck you. You can’t touch me nor can you touch yourself. If you do, you lose,” you instructed breathless and Johnny dug his fingers in the mattress underneath him.

You smiled and bit your lower lip, fully enjoying his expression, his eyes looking as if drinking you in and were making you go crazy.

But then he smiled too and it threw you off.

In a second his hands were on your thighs as he pulled you towards him from underneath your knees until reaching the hand between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and blocked them in an iron grip.

“You can’t touch yourself either.”

You were breathing heavily, naked and so close to Johnny that you could almost feel the warmth of his body on your skin.

“What’s with that face, baby girl? You wanted to cum?” he cooed at you.

You bit your lower lip and shook your head.

Johnny pouted. “Hm, baby girl can’t even lie well. Are you sure you don’t want to feel my fingers inside of you?”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t.”

The other pulled you towards him by the wrists again until being able to whisper on your lips.

“What about my tongue?”

“Fuck, John, plea-” you interrupted yourself.

Johnny smirked. “What was that? Please?”

You shook your head again. “No.”

“I definitely heard you say please just now.”

Panting and on the edge you considered just not caring about anything and fuck that man on the spot.

“Truce,” you whispered. Johnny tilted his head to the side.

“It’s not over and no one wins or loses this time,” you explained.

“That’s convenient for you,” he teased.

You huffed and fully sat on his lap, rolling your hips once on his hard cock.

“I think it’s convenient for you too,” you commented after Johnny’s trembling sigh.

His eyes grew darker and his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you on himself even harder. Your arms wrapped his neck and you hid your face into the crook of it, trying to conceal your whimpers.

The rough material of his sweatpants did wonders to your sensitive clit and you didn’t need a lot to start shaking in Johnny’s arms. Your hips stopped as you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulders but his hands on your waist forced you to go on. The overstimulation felt delicious and you didn’t care what words you mumbled into his ear, jolting every time his cock rubbed on your raw clit again and again. A few deep grunts and Johnny’s erratic movements told you that he was close too. You kissed his jaw then the skin next to it, then the corner of his lips, breathing in the air he breathed out then moaning once as he took his cock out and pumped it in his hand, spurts of warm cum coating your lower stomach. You looked down at the way it dripped between your legs and felt dizzy from pleasure. Johnny read your mind and quickly collected the drops fallen on your clit, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker until he had you shaking for the second time, head fallen on his shoulder and teeth digging into his neck skin.

You remained like that, breathless and fucked out until you finally could manage to raise your head again. “This never happened,” you whispered and Johnny nodded amused.

_____

You yelped as Johnny’s wide palm slapped your butt unannounced. "John! I'm near the stove!"

"Good morning," he smiled sweetly as he retrieved two coffee mugs from the cupboard.

"What if I burnt myself?" you accused him even if you both knew it was highly improbable.

"I would have kissed the bruise until the pain disappeared," he placed the mugs down and walked around you, positioning himself behind you and trapping you with his arms. One hand turned the stove off and the other danced on your stomach pulling you against him.

"When will you stop?" you tried to steady your voice since your ass rubbing on your roommate's crotch wasn't exactly calming.

"When you'll beg," he whispered in your ear with his playful tone. "But I'm not trying to do anything now. You were so caught up into staring at me that you didn't notice the eggs and I'm here to save them."

You put your tongue inside your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. Johnny breathed in as if trying to add something else but the sound of a voice made you both jolt.

"What are you guys doing so early in the morning?"

You almost forgot you had other roommates besides your sworn enemy poking at your back with his cock.

"Teaching Y/N how to make good eggs."

Taeyong raised one eyebrow at the scene in front of himself. "Yeah. Adding a sausage does make your eggs taste better."

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning around and pushing a chuckling Johnny away.

"Do you want to know my recipe?" Taeyong raised his voice since you were already leaving the kitchen.

"Two sausages--," then a smack and a fit of laughter as Taeyong promptly apologized for even daring to assume he could add himself into the equation.

“Come on. I thought you were in a good mood this morning by the looks of that bright red hickey.”

“Yes and I don’t share what’s mine.” You almost stumbled on our own feet in the corridor.

"I'm out of town this weekend, by the way. If you want to go all out…" was the last thing you heard and the one giving you the best idea for your new plan.

_____

It was almost two in the morning and Johnny was nowhere to be seen.

You rolled over on the bed with a huff then kicked the blanket staring at the lingerie you were wearing with sudden disgust.

It was the weekend and the house was empty - the perfect occasion for you to play with Johnny. And where was he? Probably fucking somebody else.

You were sick with anger.

Getting out of the bed - his bed where you waited for him - you stripped out of the sexy lace and grabbed the first t-shirt you found. It was one of his and even though it was clean, it still smelled like Johnny.

You got back under the covers and crossed your arms on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn’t jealousy. You didn’t care if Johnny fucked other people. It’s not like you even fucked properly in the first place. You were just irritated that your plan didn’t work as you wanted it to.

With an argh you turned on your side and hugged the other pillow, Johnny’s scent engulfing you all again.

God, he made you so mad.

_____

The first thing you realized as you woke up was the fact that your room didn’t have a black accent wall.

The second one was Johnny’s arms around you - one behind your head and the other one thrown around your waist.

You were sleeping on your back, one hand placed on top of his and the other one on the veiny forearm. With one finger you followed one of them until reaching the bicep then you slowly turned your head to look at him in the face.

He didn’t close the blinds when he came home last night so the sun was shining brightly behind him, making him look like an angel.

You smiled for a moment, staring at his calm expression and listening to his regular breath before widening your eyes in horror and snapping out of your sweet thoughts.

What was that?

You didn’t care about John Suh and you definitely didn’t care about the way his caramel hair was draping on his forehead.

“Mm,” his raspy voice accompanied his strong arms pulling you towards him as you tried to slip out of the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, eyes still closed and very much half asleep.

You sighed and relaxed on your back again without a word and when Johnny rolled you over to face him you didn’t resist it.

“Did you sleep well?” “Where have you been?” you spoke on top of him.

The words, or maybe your tone, made Johnny’s eyes open in an instant.

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were low on his chest instead. He raised one hand to cup your cheek with the intent to make you look at him but you flinched.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

You sighed again and shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll make breakfast.”

As you tried to get out of the bed again, Johnny’s arms didn’t want to leave your body. “Y/N. Wait. Stay.”

His hand got to your face a second time and this time you locked eyes with him.

“I was out. Like most weekends,” he explained.

You gulped and nodded. “Good.”

“No, it’s not good. You don’t seem to like that.”

You didn’t add anything, neither denying nor confirming it.

Johnny’s eyebrows met in the middle. “You’ve never had a problem with that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you finally managed to get out of bed and Johnny let you go this time.

“I didn’t fuck anyone, if you’re wondering,” you heard him say as you walked the few steps towards the door.

“I don’t care if you fuck people, Johnny.”

“You do.”

Your feet stopped in place. “I don’t.”

“You’ve just made the same expression you put on when you claim that you don’t want me to touch you and we both know that’s a lie.” His voice was calm but stern. “Just admit it.”

You just resumed walking and exited the room.

_____

It was weird and not something familiar to your gut, but every time you saw Johnny, you felt the urge to either kiss his lips, cry on the floor, punch his face or run away.

The first was understandable, even if weird; the second one was absolutely weird and you had no idea what the fuck was going on with you; the third was also highly understandable.

But it was the last one that you chose.

So when Johnny entered the kitchen you got out. When he opened the door to his bedroom you closed yours. When he sat on the couch, you got up.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore and barged into your room unannounced.

“Hey! Knocking maybe?”

You were on the bed, scrolling through your phone and looking absolutely impresentable.

“Talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in the mood to play right now, John.”

He walked over and sat on your bed.

“I don’t want to play. You’re avoiding me.”

“Look, it was fun for a while, but I don’t feel like continuing the little game we had going on. Let’s go back to how it was before.” Y

ou hoped you sounded convincing to him because you didn’t sound convincing to your own ears.

Your words did make Johnny put on a sour expression though and you pretended to not notice.

“Okay,” he said after a moment and you retrieved your phone from the bed, expecting the conversation to be over.

Yet, when he placed his palm on your thigh your hand stopped in mid-air.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down to where his finger slowly caressed your skin, creating little goosebumps all over it. Then Johnny looked up and whatever expression you had on, it was enough for him as he suddenly got up and left the room.

_____

“Brr, this house is colder than the heart of my elementary crush after he refused to share his food with me.”

Both you and Johnny ignored Taeyong’s words, busy rolling your peas into your own plates.

“What happened while I was away?”

“Nothing happened,” you mumbled.

“Hm,” the boy commented, munching on his food. “Wait,” he stopped, struck by realization, “ you mean like - nothing - happened? This is why you’re both mad? You didn’t fuck?”

You rolled your eyes and got up with the plate in your hands.

“She’s mad because she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for me.”

The bomb that Johnny threw made both Taeyong and you shake in your places.

“What?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t have feelings for you.”

Johnny calmly put down his fork and looked up at you.

“Well, I do.”

You opened your mouth in a silent shock while Taeyong initially gasped then soon after shrugged, whispering under his breath. “I mean, it was kinda obvious in his case.”

“And I don’t like the fact that you think I have space in my mind for other people besides you,” he continued. “Because it’s not true.”

“Woah,” Taeyong rested his back on the chair as if watching a soap opera.

“Did you really have to do this in the living room at dinner time?” you asked him after a few seconds of opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “You want to take this to the bedroom instead? Let’s go,” he got up suddenly.

“Aw, guys, come on. You always hide the funniest stuff from me!” whined Taeyong seeing you leave.

“You know what I mean!” you replied to Johnny but still followed his quickly moving frame inside his room. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms on his chest as if waiting for you to talk.

“What?” you imitated his position.

“Say something?”

“I don’t know what to say! What does one say after all of that?” you questioned.

“Do something? I just said I am in love with-”

In the end you did something and that something was wrapping his neck with your arms and kissing him deeply.

Johnny remained still for a moment as if shocked before finally relaxing his arms and tightly pulling your body towards his.

Your mind was empty and you had no idea what was going on but after a few seconds of tasting Johnny’s tongue you were already thrown on the bed. It creaked under Johnny’s force and you jolted at the way he dragged your pajama pants down. No sexy outfit and no lace lingerie to meet his eyes, yet they were full of such intensity and lust that you realized it didn’t matter at all. Hands in his hair, you raised your bust to connect your lips again.

“I was so fucking mad you weren’t home that night. I thought I was about to go crazy,” you breathed out while Johnny was palming your torso, lifting up your t-shirt and cupping your breasts.

“I know. Punish me then. Show me your anger,” he joked. But his reply turned a switch into your body and you managed to push his chest away from you. He smiled at your reaction and rolled over on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

“I’m going to tease you so much until you’ll be the one begging me to touch you.”

Johnny caressed your thighs. “Hm. I don’t need any teasing. You’re breaking me with your mere presence. Please, please, touch me.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t see anymore. The grunts leaving Johnny’s throat as you bit into his neck were so hot that you wondered what stopped you from letting yourself hear them before. And when you moved to his chest, then stomach, littering his skin with love bites his muscles twitched under your touch.

You had no words to describe how it felt to have him inside your mouth. Heavy, hot and so present, you choked only on a third of it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, taking it out and pumping it instead with your hand.

Johnny loved it anyways and he looked at you with such intensity that you wondered if you could make him cum with only a few kitty licks.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to,” he breathed out.

“It’s alright. I know I have a monster cock and you don’t have to suck on it if you can’t handle being deepthroated,” you mocked him trying to imitate his tone. “Well, I want to and I will.”

And so you listened to Johnny’s airy chuckle, broken by the feeling of your mouth on him again, this time deeper than before.

“You love a challenge, huh?”

You would have said that, yes, you loved it and you loved to win, if it weren’t for his cock sliding down your throat making it difficult to talk.

“Fuck, baby, that’s- oh shit-,” he grabbed your head as you bobbed your head up and down a few times before you couldn’t take it anymore and let it out with a lewd plop.

“Baby?” you raised one eyebrow at him.

“You don’t like it?”

“Do I look like a baby to you?” you smiled with wet lips, your hand restlessly pumping his cock hard and fast.

Johnny grunted again, his hips rising to meet your touch even more.

“Hm, no, you look like a little slut right now,” he agreed with a smirk before his expression changed again into, you realized in that moment, the best view you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Head thrown back and completely at your mercy, Johnny came hard, his whole body twitching as his cum spurted on your hand and face.

“I think I won this time,” you pumped him a few more times before letting him go. “Hm, you drink so much coffee,” you smacked your lips after licking his cum off your fingers.

“This wasn’t part of the game.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve just decided that it was,” you shrugged.

Johnny grabbed his discarded t-shirt and cleaned his stomach. “So, are we playing now?”

His tone got dangerous and his expression made your wet pussy even drippier but you had no time to worry or form a single thought about it since you suddenly found yourself with the face on the mattress instead.

You turned your head sideways to be able to breathe and Johnny’s hands didn’t even try to be gentle when they pulled your panties down.

The loud smack arrived before the sensation of his big palm on your asschecks could. When you finally felt the burning sensation, another slap added to that.

Your fingers grabbed Johnny’s blanket, preparing yourself for the third spank, absolutely not expecting his tongue inside of you instead.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” you mewled but your sounds only made Johnny more ferocious, hands opening you up, eating you out as if he’d been dying to do so for a long time. And it was true for yourself too, but no imagination of yours could have realistically portrayed the way he was making you feel and no fingers of yours could reach as deep as his did, fingering you fast, tongue not stopping for a second, not even when you violently went over the edge with the loudest moans you’ve ever heard yourself emit.

“You win, you win-,” your rough throat tried to stop him from torturing your overstimulated clit and you heard him suck on his fingers after he let you go.

“Okay, I’ll take it. But this is just the beginning. Are you going to let me fuck you, baby?” he caressed your ass, going down to your waist and cupping your breasts.

The movement made his cock poke at your entrance and you imperceptibly opened your legs even more.

“Yes, please,” you whispered back, turning your head to meet his lips as he lifted your chin.

“Hm? Say that again?”

“Please.”

His tip easily slipped inside but the stretch still made you hiss through your teeth. Johnny shushed you, kissing your shoulder and neck until he bottomed out. “You can handle it, right baby?” You tried to nod but his first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you let your head fall down again with a whine.

Johnny moved again and again then stopped with a grunt. “Beg a little for me again.”

You bit your lower lip, his tip pressing right when you needed it to and you wanted him to do it non stop.

“I don’t think I will beg again,” you whispered with a smile and started to move your hips instead. It was a sloppy and slow job, nowhere sharp and quick as Johnny’s, but you had to win again.

The man let your ass bounce on his stomach a few times, staring at the way you were stretched around him then he grabbed your waist and left you all empty.

You whined, clenching yet nothing being inside of you anymore.

“I said beg.”

His breath was now on your spine, his wet mouth placing kisses on your skin, making it shiver and taking some of it in his teeth, sucking on it until he was satisfied.

But you remained silent and he clicked his tongue at your stubbornness. In a single go he filled you up again and this time he never stopped.

He was breaking you in half and if you hadn’t already had tears in your eyes, this would have been the time to start crying from pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit--John-” you cried out, breath rhytmically broken by his deep thrusts and when he added his slaps again, you just lost it all, cumming so hard that the neighbors were probably ready to call an ambulance.

Johnny stopped balls deep inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around him. And when you thought it was over, when you barely started to hear again, he moved as hard as before, shushing you and pressing his fingers roughly into your skin.

“You can handle another round, right baby? You’re such a pretty little slut with a bigger attitude than she can carry. This is nothing for you.”

Fucked dumb, you could only nod and Johnny started to lose control himself, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, some drops falling from his collabones to his chest. And when you felt his cum spurt inside of you, you finally begged, repeating it again and again. Johnny didn’t stop and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to move at all the next day when your muscles contracted for the nth time in so little time, collapsing completely after Johnny slowly slipped out of you.

His breath felt wet and boiling on your face when he dropped beside you.

He swallowed a few times trying to catch his breath. “Fucking finally. I knew it was going to be epic. Why did you refuse me for so long? Look what you missed.”

You would have snorted if you had the force so you resorted to just let out a whine. “I refused so I couldn’t see this. I have a big attitude? Well, you have the biggest ego in the world.”

Johnny turned his head towards you. “And cock.”

You rolled your eyes and accepted his hands pulling you towards his chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead. “And you love it.” “No,” you denied it, “butIloveyou,” you added quickly.

Johnny shook your body in a hug. “Hm?? Say that again.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

That grown man pouted at you making his eyes wide and glossy. “Please?”

“Whoa,” you smiled, “are you acting cute at me right now? After killing me with your monster cock?”

Johnny nodded cutely and repeated the plea.

“Okay, okay. I-- love you.”

He chuckled happily and tightened his arms around you again, squeezing you in an almost mortal hug.

“Again.”

You sighed realizing that you were suddenly dealing with a child.

“I love you.”

And you repeated it again and again until you were sure that he finally fell asleep.

With one hand to caress his face you finally indulged in staring at him, fully realizing what that weird sensation in your gut was.

“I really love you.”

Your whisper was tiny and barely audible but Johnny smiled.

“I know. And I love you too.”

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Thirteen Princes Masterlist

Inspired by a post @dahyunmingyu made about Seungkwan being Mrs. Potts and Chan being Chip

Hello, reader. I'm the narrator, you may call me The Bookkeeper. I'm here to tell you the stories of 13 boys, all of whom I witnessed firsthand. I'll be by your side as you read about the story of each prince, no matter how twistedly heartbreaking, how teeth-melting fluffy, how virigious smutty or terrifying horrific it gets. I remember each story like it was yesterday. The thirteen princes of Pledis Kingdom are famous for being a tightly knit group, they're rarely seen in a group less than 4. Each prince has his own cut of the land and their families are known throughout the island for their synchronization when it comes to wars and battles. Each prince has his own story to tell, maybe a story never told, one you saw in a theatre or one you used to be read at night. You may be used to seeing the colorful images, hearing the vivid songs, but some may be more, how you say, dramatic or violent. The thirteen princes are eager to tell their stories and here's where you begin.

Fluff - 🧁

Angst - 🙁

Smut - 😳

Horror - 👻

Seungcheol (Robin Hood)

The eldest prince has a secret, he's the vigilante the resident head of knights is after. He's been taking a small portion of the goods and money that had been seized by the knights and giving it back to the poor, the children and the ones who struggle from time to time. To hoard this gold and not help the village pissed him off. When he starts to fall for a maiden, he's torn between his feelings and her safety. A smut/angst loosely based on Robin Hood.

Seungcheol is the first in line for the throne, a good prince. Maybe he should be careful of his little secret.

Jeonghan (Beauty and the Beast)

A horrible curse was placed on the prince of the Yoon kingdom. One cold night, a witch attempts to tricks the young Jeonghan to letting her in the castle. He rejected as he didn't know who was standing in front of him. Feeling hurt and betrayed by the so-called nice, charming prince Yoon, she cursed him to look like a unlovable beast until someone loved him for true or when the last petal fell of a rose colored blue. No one dared to go near the castle until the local inventor is kidnapped and the town blames the beast who may not even exist. The daughter of the inventor decides to investigate herself and meets the beast and his way of living. A horror story based on Beauty and the Beast.

Joshua (Snow White)

A hunter who was sent on a mission by the queen to kill a girl, the queen's envy of her beauty the cause of the heinous crime. But when he came back empty-handed, the queen sent her son, Joshua, to kill the girl, to toughen him up, teach him the world is cruel and unfair. When the two meet, it was love at first sight and Joshua helps the girl hide until his mother catches wind of the girl being seen on the outskirts of town. Clearly the rule "don't take candy from a stranger" doesn't exist in the Pledis kingdom as the girl is soon kidnapped after eating a poisoned apple. An angst/smut based on Snow White.

Jun (Sleeping Beauty)

The section of Pledis ran by the Wen family falls under a deep sleep when the curse placed upon Prince Jun when he was born finally comes true. A mysterious girl sent by her mother bearing gifts soon finds the ghost town, vacant of life, any bodies to be seen were in a death-like sleep. Her heart too fragile to experience the destruction finds the prince, a familiar face she thinks, and tries to awaken him. A horror/smut story based on Sleeping Beauty.

Hoshi (Cinderella)

The dance was supposed to bring everyone together, not tear them apart. A shoe found by the prince, a show belonging to the girl he danced with, the girl who would become his princess and eventually his queen. Families tore apart because their daughter's foot wouldn't fit, daughters disowned because they're not the next queen, girls cutting off their heels and toes to impress Prince Hoshi. All the girls in the kingdom are accounted for, except one who is known by her family as Cinderella, but she hasn't been seen in years. Hoshi feels this is his future wife and he's determined to find where she is and what her family is covering. A horror story based on Cinderella.

Wonwoo (Tangled)

Prince Wonwoo has been meeting a girl in a tower for years, ever since they were children. He never knew her name for she doesn't have one, at least she think she doesn't have one. One day, while they were playing, her caretaker called out for her, Wonwoo hiding under the bed, seeing the girl with magical hair helping the woman through the window. The woman started to beat the little girl, Wonwoo struggling to keep his anger back. As the woman left, he came out, telling his friend that he will rescue her one day and they'll go to the Lantern festival held by the Pledis kingdom every year. An angst based on Tangled/Rapunzel.

Woozi (Atlantis)

Only rivaled by Wonwoo as the kingdom's booknerd, the determined prince is ready to find a hidden city, long believed to be lost. He reads stories of Queen Kahi and the Pristin Princesses, fascinated by how an entire city can just vanish. His friends think he is foolish, except for the aforementioned Wonwoo, but he is convinced that there is a surviving kingdom under their very own. His expedition drags him and his 12 friends into a wild adventure. A mashup of all 4 genres, most likely a multi-part.

You know this story is a mash-up of everything, it may not be contained to just one story, there's simply too much to his adventures and misdeeds.

DK (The Little Mermaid)

He would always sing to anyone who would listen, children, elderly, even animals that passed by. His favorite place was the pier behind the kingdom, hidden in the forest. He liked to think the fish below the surface could hear and enjoy his music, and it was true. A mermaid started to leave him little gifts and notes as trinkets from under the sea. He has only caught a glimpse of her face, but he remembers the tail vividly, rose quartz, a pale pink representing love and healing and a light blue the kingdom dubbed Serenity. Unfortunately, he also attracted the worst type of sea creature. The sea witch, Ursula, wanted his voice as her own, so she tricked into being her own personal singer in hopes that he will find the girl. With time running low, what can Dokyeom do with no voice? A horror/fluff story based on the Little Mermaid.

Mingyu (Aladdin)

Growing up, Mingyu had to do some things he wasn't proud of. Steal a loaf of bread here, stab this man over there, yeet that guard to the kingdom over, you know... normal boy stuff. When Mingyu finds a lamp and is given a chance to impress the one girl he has had his eyes on for years, he discovers that maybe it's not your past or how you present yourself, but maybe it's what's on the inside that counts. A fluff/angst story loosely based on Aladdin

Minghao (Mulan)

When his father discovers that Minghao refuses to teach a local townsgirl because his admittedly sexist views, he tells the young prince the story of two lovers who were thrown for a whirlwind when a sudden war threatens to destroy the kingdom. An angst/fluff story based on Mulan

Seungkwan (Emperor's New Groove)

Cocky, brash, aggressive, flamboyant, loud, all these words can describe Boo Seungkwan. He has that type of personality that can make you love him or will make you want to rip his throat out. The villagers get fed up, and when one deranged kingdom workers attempts to poison him and he goes missing, no one seems to notice. It's not until a local girl, Y/N, finds a lost llama in the wild that Seungkwan realizes that maybe he is a bit too much. An angst based on Emperor's New Groove.

Vernon (The Princess and The Frog)

You would think the first time Vernon almost got cursed, he would stop asking strange people for his fortune, but no. The 2nd youngest prince asked for his future from a voodoo doctor and was transformed into a frog, the curse only to be broken by a kiss from a princess. When he convinced a girl who he thought was a princess to kiss him, the two are dragged into a trip where they must figure out how to get cured and avoid being found by the voodoo doctor. An angst/fluff based on The Princess and The Frog.

Dino (Frozen)

The youngest prince had a brother, it's rumored that the brother is dead or a traitor to the Pledis Kingdom. The truth is much more heartbreaking. The boy was locked up after accidentally injuring Dino with his ice powers. Dino was confused as to why his brother was locked up, so he constantly visited the door his brother was held captive behind, trying to talk to him, day after day, month after month, year after year. When the town is submerged into an endless winter, Dino has to figure out the cause with the help of a strange townsgirl before his brother is killed or the town is destroyed. A horror/angst based on Frozen.

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