everyone looks at johnny and sees someone happy go lucky--a little clueless and a lot flirtatious.
none of them really know johnny at all, you included. at least that's how you feel when he tells you he's a virgin.
(cw: noncon)
you're in completely disbelief at first, considering how much he flirts and seems like a complete ladies' man. you'd gotten the confession out of him during a private game of truth or dare, and he'd been so blushy and embarrassed. but he explains that he's just been busy, raised with the fear of god put into him about sinning and pregnancy and infections. said he's only recently learned to move past those things, but he's waiting for someone he can trust.
the look he gives you seems so fucking meaningful, his eyes sparkling and pleading and tugging at your heart strings and your cunt. you'd often rejected johnny's advances under the assumption he's a player, but this changes everything.
before you can reconsider you find yourself diving right in to kiss him, clearly something he's done before as he's so fucking good at it (and you've teased him enough for the amount of women he's stuck his tongue down the throat of during dirty dancing sessions when you go out drinking)
his hands however, move more cautiously, guided by you. the entire time as you smirk wolfishly and show him how to touch a woman, how to grope your breasts and caress your waist. he seems to pick up every lesson eagerly and easily, though asking for permission before be moves on to the next thing.
he fingers you cautiously, blue eyes fixed upon you as he gauges your every reaction, adjusts his touch to match your moans and the feedback you give him. he mutters to himself in disbelief that he can make you moan so much already, can make you feel so good.
and then you tell him you're ready, and you watch him try to hide the nerves as he rolls on a condom and positions himself over your hole.
"you ready?" you ask, and he nods, slowly sinking in and almost whining at overwhelming sensation of it all.
your own eyes flutter shut as you adjust to johnny's size, and you take a moment to reflect on how big of a deal it is, that playboy johnny is giving his virginity to you.
and then you find yourself flipped over by strong hands, his cock even deeper in your cunt as he forces your head down into the pillow and ruts into you harshly.
"thought ya were smart, bonnie. but ya really fuckin' believed me?"
his hips move furiously, his thrusts unrelenting as his hand tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him as he snarls above you and takes you.
"of course am not a virgin, but thanks for finally letting me fuck ya." his laugh is a mix of something sinister and shocked, like he can't quite believe himself that his plan worked.
he lays over you, his muscular body trapping you between him and the mattress as the tip of his cock taps at your cervix.
"now be a good girl, lie there, and lemme show yer what you've been missin'"
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haechan — don't let me go (multiverse x soulmates fic) | teaser
full fic genre: fluff, angst, smut, soulmates / multiverse au, slice-of-life
est wc: 10k+
a/n: this fic is for my 1 year anniversary of having this account and a love letter to my stories :) had this idea in my head for awhile now and thought i should put it here to let you all know i'm thinking about it!
"have we met before?"
yes, haechan thinks to himself. again, and again, and again. he's met you in corridors leading nowhere, a face blurred with shadows in a screaming crowd. he knows you from confessions in dimly lit bedrooms, tender truths bathed in moonlight. he could map your body with his eyes closed, could still feel the brush of your hands on his skin, the weight of your body against his chest.
"no," he answers. not like this.
or: in which haechan has to keep the greatest secret he's ever had — which is that he was always made to love you.
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