You're Not Too Bad Chapter 2 Out Soon!!

you're not too bad chapter 2 out soon!!

beomhan has me in a chokehold oml

oh okay slay

I Wanna Be Yours

Pairing: Idol!Johnny Suh x Idol!Female Reader

other characters- Junko (member of Y/n's group) x Kim Doyoung

Preview: The little puck sized lights illuminated Johnny’s face, you felt your ears slightly perk when he licked his bottom lip, and soon enough you had leaned forward and planted your lips onto the older male’s.

He gasped but still pulled you closer. Johnny let himself indulge in you before he remembered that after this, he’d have to face the consequences. Your overheated body quickly cooled down when Johnny pushed you away. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the heart and twisted the knife, twisted the knife until you were nothing. This man, whom you only met in real life a month ago already had you so captivated in his presence.

You weren’t experienced in kissing whatsoever, but you could’ve sworn that he had kissed back, even just for a little bit.

Word Count: 7.3k

Genre: Idol AU, Celebrity crushes to lovers (?) 

Warnings: Age gap (9 years, Johnny is 27, reader is 18), smut, fluff, slight angst, cursing/mature language, acts and mentions of drinking, reader is drunk at one point, reader and junko realize that they are sexualized, reader has ties to America (race isn't specified and neither is original country), possessiveness, haechan has a crush on reader but almost everyone does, not 100% proofread, let me know if i missed anything

Smut Warnings: Loss of virginity, slight body worship (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight humiliation, praising, having to be kinda quiet, oral (f receiving), it is pretty mild, not much foreplay bc it's kinda boring to write imo

a/n- if you’ve watched new girl, you might recognize a scene or at least the inspiration for it, let me know if you catch it! i binged watched new girl over the summer and when i finished it i had no idea what to do with my life afterwards. this has been brewing for a while and the smut scene took forever to start idk why. i hope you like it tho!!

There you were, dressed like the front of a casino and shaking your ass along with your group members. But no one was actually looking at them, all eyes were on you, and only you. The audience was mesmerized by you, and it was no different for the people watching you from home. Especially eight men specifically who were hypnotized by the way your hips swayed from side to side, except one man, he was able to hide his desire much better than the others.

The Dreamies were all next to Johnny with their eyes glued to the screen, Jisung, Chenle, and Mark were sitting on the floor, Jaemin, Jeno, and Haechan sitting on the couch with Johnny and Renjun sitting on the armrest on Johnny’s side. How he ended up babysitting the man children, he didn’t know, but they were watching you perform, and therefore, he couldn’t complain.

Haechan was the one that was harboring the huge crush on you, but Johnny couldn’t shake the sweet spot in his heart for you when he had found out that he was your celebrity crush.

“Now, Miss Y/n, what fellow celebrity has caught your pretty little eyes?” The host wiggled his eyebrows at you playfully and waited for you to answer his question. You giggled a bit and stuttered when you said his name. “J-Johnny Suh, from NCT.”

Haechan, who of course refused to miss a single video of you whipped his head around to look at Johnny. The tall man could’ve sworn that this was how he died, after Haechan broke his own neck from snapping it to look at Johnny, he was then going to break the latter’s.

Both men’s cheeks held a red tone to them, both for different reasons though. Haechan was furious, his celebrity crush liked his own friend and Johnny’s was because you liked him. The world’s sweetheart liked him.

The memory was ruined when he heard Haechan grumbling beside Jeno about how it was unfair that you liked Johnny and not him. “Dude, it isn’t my fault. I’ve never even met the girl.” Johnny was kind of tired of Hyuck complaining. He had started to do his own research on you and found out what kind of person you were like, or how you seemed, some people are different when the camera is around.

Based on your personality, he felt his own crush harboring, the main problem was the age gap though. Him being 27 and you at the ripe age of 18. He hated that your age was the initial reason you were so popular, and he felt sick for the feelings he had attained for you, so to save you both, he hid them as deep within him as he could. It shouldn’t be too hard since you two don’t even know each other.

That was the reason why he wasn’t worried, but that went to shit when he saw you and a few of your other members sitting at the large oak table in the conference room the next day. Fuck.

Johnny, Haechan, Doyoung, Kun, and Jisung were sent an email that very morning stating that they were to meet in the conference room at 3 PM, no later. None of them knew what it was for, there had been rumors around the company that some members of a group would be collaborating with another artist or group, but again, it was just a rumor. Until now.

He looked over at his other members, eyes immediately landing on the younger ones, specifically Haechan. Johnny prayed his aura was much calmer and more mature than Haechan’s at this moment, Haechan was a blushing and sweaty mess, all while damn near jumping on his toes.

“Gentlemen! Thank you so much for meeting us here, we’re very excited for this collaboration!” Your group’s manager was the first to speak up. “Oh course sir! We wouldn’t have missed this for the world!” Haechan bowed in front of the older man as low as he could without getting on his knees.

The other guys, even Jisung, could barely resist the desire to roll their eyes at his eagerness to impress your manager. Anything to get closer to you. The rest of the members gave their respective bows, though not as dramatic as Haechan’s and then nodded to the members of your group that were present.

“Well, let’s get down to business, this is going to be a quick collaboration, one song, and a dance to go with it. It will hopefully be done by the end of the month, which we are aware that isn’t a lot of time so you all will be spending quite a lot of time together.” One of the men that worked for SM Entertainment spoke up to let everyone know what was going to happen.

Haechan and even Jisung at this point were unable to sit still in the chairs that were closest to yours. You just looked over to them subtly when you heard one of their knees hit the table. But your eyes drifted to Johnny, he looked so good. His hair newly dyed grey gave him a, dare you say, dilf look to him. Subconsciously you crossed your legs to soothe the new ache between your thighs, needed to feel some kind of friction, you squeezed your thighs together.

You weren’t able to catch anything else with of the managers said, you were too busy thinking about Johnny, in several different ways.

When the man you were actively daydreaming about turned his head and made eye contact with you, you whipped your head around towards your manager, trying to look like you had been listening. One of the members of your own group that was beside you watched the whole thing go down and lightly elbowed you and threw a knowing smirk your way.

Your skin felt like it was on fire from the embarrassment, but since you refused to look Johnny’s direction for the rest of the meeting, you missed the light blushed that decorated his cheeks and the small smile that formed on his lips.

“Okay! So, did everyone get everything?” You, who were lost, looked at everyone else’s nodding heads and decided to nod yours too. The only thing that was going through your head was Johnny. You just figured you’d ask one of your members.

One of your managers passed around sheets of paper that consisted of the lyrics you could be singing, and he told you a link would be emailed to you with the choreography.

Everyone was dismissed from the table and the five members of your group that was collaborating with the NCT members walked out first, due to being almost late to schedules. The member that had playfully elbowed you during the meeting, Junko caught up with you and linked your arms together.

“Aren’t you excited?” She smiled brightly at you and gave your arm a little squeeze. “Yeah, mostly nervous though.” Sheepishly, you smiled at your best friend in the group. “I’m sure Johnny won’t mind if you mess up your guys’ dance a bit.” You felt your back straighten as a chill ran through it.

“What do you mean our dance?” Junko nodded as she put the small puzzle together, you hadn’t been paying attention. You didn’t know. “Yeah, there will be a part in the dance where we’re in duos and you and Johnny will be together. I’m with Doyoung.” She smiled at the mention of the older man, as she has always found him immensely beautiful. Your brows furrowed and you were now leaning on Junko for support while your group and managers waited for the driver.

“Is that why he looked at me in the meeting?” Junko nodded and after that the two of you held onto each other as the chilled wind nipped at your skin.

The rest of the day was a blur, your mind had gone onto auto-pilot until the rest of the girl group asked if Junko and you wanted to go out clubbing, of course the two of you said no. After your refusal, they touched up their makeup and headed out into the bustling night life of Seoul.

“How about we look at the song and choreo, maybe Johnny and Doie would be like ‘damn these youngsters got their shit together, and they’re hot’ and they’ll fall madly in love with us”. Junko threw a smile over her shoulder at you while she got her laptop. “Solid plan, I love it, fool proof if you will. And Doie? You’re on nickname terms with him already?” She laughed and walked over to your bed, ignoring her own and fell beside you.

“Oh of course, it isn’t like I haven’t spoken to this man before and he isn’t already in love with me.” You smiled at her, realizing just how glad you are that you two clicked. Both being the only foreigners in the group did help, the unspoken pact was something that brought you two together before you had even spoken to one another.

Junko told you about how her parents moved them from Japan to America when she was seven, she was scouted during a public talent contest while she was 13 and instead of moving to Korea, she started training at the company’s building in the states.

You two met when you were asked to step aside for a second. The two of you were told you’d be debuting with 10 other girls, the only problem was that they were in Korea and you, and Junko couldn’t speak a lot of Korean yet, only enough to get by.

Junko and you were in this together, always having your arms linked, you two were going to rise together. Both of you found comfort in each other, being able to speak English helped, and you two had the type of bond where you didn’t have to try too hard, you could relax around each other. You’ve been best friends for six years now.

“Okay, let’s see what type of silly little dance we gotta do with these boys.” You clicked on the link that was in the email and the screen changed to show 10 dances, with names of everyone that was in the meeting today.

The ones that had the names “Johnny” and “Y/n” edited above them were sitting on the floor with their backs to each other. “Doyoung” and “Junko” were just facing each other.

The video started and a slow and somewhat sexy song started playing, the lyrics weren’t including but now finally looking at the paper of them in front of you, you didn’t expect this type of song at first.

With wide eyes and dropped jaws, the video ended. “I gotta grind on him?” Your voice had gone high, flustered and surprised. Junko laughed but it still didn’t mask her own sense of being startled. “We have to run our hands down their chests, get on our knees in front of them, and moan into their mouths.” You and Junko were gobsmacked. “Let me see those lyrics.”

Junko reached over you and snatched the color-coded paper and looked for blue, orange, pink, and red, you, hers, Johnny’s, and Doyoung’s lyrics. Alternating blue and orange caught her eyes and one of her eyebrows raised and she barked out a laugh. “What? Give me it.” You tried taking the paper back and something made Junko laugh even harder.

“You say that- you say that to J-Johnny.” She was damn near wiping tears at this point. While Junko was trying not to piss herself on your bed, you took back the lyrics and sure enough, she was correct. ‘Give it, give it to me. I need it.’ You sung that to Johnny, and he responded with, ‘Take it, take it all.’

Junko and Doyoung actual part that wasn’t just adlibs was softer and a bit more romantic. ‘Please baby, I need you, can’t live with your touch. Can’t live without you.’ Doyoung would sing that part and Junko would follow up with ‘Mind, body, soul, trust me, I’m yours. Use me as you please.’

Now it was your turn to laugh, “Use me as you please?” Junko and you kept making fun of the lyrics of the song through the night, eventually duetting your parts, with the other playing the male, then you two decided to add in the dance.

Junko attempted her deepest voice and sung Johnny’s part and grabbed your hips. When it was time for you to grind back into her, she let out a deep and manly groan. You fell to the floor and kicked your feet. “Junko! What the fuck?” You laughed as she fell to the ground with you.

“Our parents are gonna be pissed.” Junko whispered once the laughter died down. “I did not leave our home so you could go off and whore around on stage with a man much older than you Y/n.” You gave your best impression of your father and that’s when the age gap of you and Johnny sunk in. It had meant to be funny but both you and Junko realized how young you two really were. You were 18 and Junko had just turned 19 and your company wanted you to dance somewhat erotically with two men that had almost a decade on you.

Another thing that brought you and Junko together were your ages, the next youngest member was still almost 3 years older than Junko, you two were always left home when the other’s wanted to go clubbing, so much so that even now that you were old enough, you didn’t care enough.

Staring at the ceiling and thinking about what was happening in your lives was what the rest of your night consisted of. “Junko?” “Hm?” You looked over at her and smiled, “I’m sleepy.” “Me too”, neither of you moved to a bed though. Junko grabbed your pillows and you pulled some of the blankets of your beds.

“Good night, Y/n, I love you.” Junko smiled in the darkness, “Night night, Junie.”

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This calm nights with Junko didn’t always occur when the other members went out clubbing, sometimes they would drag you along. Much like tonight. While you were watching girl after girl hit on Johnny from across the room, you kept downing drinks until your head spun. People kept coming up to you, either asking for an autograph which you gave, but others asked you to dance, with a smile that was promising something else, something you didn’t want.

You were getting overwhelmed and hot, too many people were too close to you, while Junko was dancing with Doyoung and your other members were downing drinks, the only thing you wanted to do was go outside. So you did that, in your drunken state and four-inch heels, you could barely make it to the door.

At last, you made it to the door and walked out and as soon as you felt the cool air on your bare arms, you felt your sweat solidify on your skin.

The music was causing your ears to ring and the streetlights was making your head spin. You knew it wasn’t a good idea, but you still allowed your feet to walk you into the dark alley and sit down. The part of town you were in was high end and you didn’t feel unsafe or maybe it was because you were so drunk you didn’t know what day of the week it was.

Leaning your head back against the brick, you closed your eyes and inhaled dirty smoke-filled air and exhaled.

“Whatcha doing back here?” Johnny peeked his head around the corner so he could peer into the alley behind the club. You let your head roll to the side and your glossy eyes met his. Getting straight to the point you whined, “I want a donut, Johnny” you lips unintentionally formed into a pout and the man just couldn’t say no to you. “Then let’s get you a donut.”

He slowly walked over to you, trying not to spook you, but when you met him halfway by crawling on your hands and knees. The sight of you on the ground, crawling to him looking up with those glossy, half lidded eyes, and lazy smile, he tried his best to keep the perverted thoughts in the back of his head, or at least away from his cock.

“Come on, let’s get you off the ground and get you that donut.” Johnny bent down to your level and just looked at you for a minute. You were just so pretty, and he didn’t feel special for noticing that everyone noticed you.

“Can you carry me on your back?” You quietly asked, almost embarrassed. “You don’t have to, it’s just, my feet hurt from the heels, and I think I’m drunk.” Johnny laughed at how you thought you needed a reason, but he still nodded and turned around, still squatting.

With your drunken mind, it took longer to hop on his back than it would normally, but you eventually got there, and Johnny wrapped his hands around your thighs and held on tightly to secure you from falling. When he stood back up to his full height, your grip on his shoulders tightened. “You alright back there?”

Humming and nodding, you nuzzled your face into his neck, while you were cold from the night air, Johnny was still warm from being in the club.

“Let’s go find you a donut and then we’ll get you to bed, does that sound good?” “Yes, Johnny.”

He had no idea where the two of you were going to get the sweet treat that was normally served at breakfast time this late in the night. Johnny knew that an actual donut shop would be closed so his best bet would be the grocery store that just a block or two away.

Johnny made sure to tell you whenever stairs or a curb was so you wouldn’t get startled by the sudden incline or decline. He liked the feeling of your grip on him tightening whenever he gave you the heads up, he liked the feeling of you holding onto him and only him.

The feeling had to end at some point unfortunately, Johnny’s long legs caused you two to arrive quickly and he crouched down so you could step down from his back. You still stayed close to his side, using him to protect yourself from the bitter wind.

“I know it isn’t a donut from a donut shop but how’s a grocery store bakery donut? We can get you another donut in the morning from a store if you’d like.” Instead of answering you just started walking towards the automatic doors, as you passed Johnny you took his hand in yours and pulled him along for the hunt of the sugary drunken late-night snack.

Every time you were about to trip over your own feet, Johnny was there, following close behind to catch you. The few bystanders all showed mix expressions. Some were judgmental, confusion, or awe. But Johnny gave all of them a polite tight-lipped smile along with a nod. He didn’t have time for any of them, his main priority was getting you your donut.

It wasn’t too long before you stumbled into the bakery section and saw the glass cabinet that’s normally filled with the fried pieces of dough covered in sweet glaze and sprinkles. But with how late it was, there were only a few donuts left in the case. Johnny felt his heart sink in his chest when he saw you didn’t have many options, he looked over to you to apologize but you were already grabbing one of the parchment paper sleeves and opening the case.

“They still have my favorites!” You looked behind you at Johnny and smiled brightly. He couldn’t help but smile back, glad that you’re happy. Johnny walked closer to you and the case, curious to see what your favorite donuts were, you used the parchment sleeve to grab a plain donut with chocolate frosting and sprinkles and then a French cruller with cherry frosting.  

You put them in the small box next to the case and turned towards Johnny. “I got my donuts!” You shook the box lightly at him and he chuckled. “I’m glad, let’s go pay for your donuts.” He held out his hand, expecting you to place the box in his open palm, but he was pleasantly surprised when you switch the box to our left and placed your right hand in his left.

The only register that was open was a young kid, maybe your age or a couple years in either direction. He was on his phone until he saw you and Johnny approach. “Hi, how are you guys doing- are you Y/n L/n?” You smiled a gummy smile at the boy and nodded your head. Your once up-do hairstyle was falling down and into your eyes.

“I am! And this is Johnny Suh! We are here to buy donuts.” You placed the box in front of the boy and started digging through your purse for your card, you were struggling with the zipper and as soon as you were able to find your card the sound indicating the transaction was finished beeped through the air.

The kid was in awe of you, or at least the drunk you, whenever you drank your skin glowed more than normal and you had a carefree aura surrounding you. The kid seemed to understand that taking a picture with you while you were drunk probably wouldn’t be the best for your career, so he settled with just silently looking at you.

“Have a great rest of your guy’s nights, it was nice meeting you two.” He smiled at you a Johnny and handed you back the box of donuts.

You leaded Johnny back outside and spotted a bench a few feet from the entrance. “Let’s eat them here.” You still haven’t let Johnny’s hand go, so when you started walking to the bench, he was pulled along. “Which one do you want?”

Showing Johnny the open box, he slightly frowned and shook his head, “They’re yours, I can’t have one.” It was your turn to frown now. “We can split them.” You looked down at the donuts in your lap and tore each one in half. Giving Johnny the chocolate half first, you cheers him with your own half.

“Thank you, Johnny”, you leaned your body on him, stealing his warmth.

When you woke up, you were in your own bed, Junko was in her bed on the other side of the room, with an extra body in it. Doyoung. This made you think of Johnny who wasn’t next to you, unfortunately, or at least that’s what you thought until you heard a small snore come from the floor. Johnny had stayed with you.

You watched him for a minute before the urge to be next to him took over. You moved your pillows and blankets to the floor much like you did with Junko and laid next to Johnny. The time on your alarm clock read 3:32 AM.

You heard Johnny whisper your name; he must’ve felt you get on the floor next to him. “Yeah?” Johnny didn’t respond, he just pulled you closer.

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The rest of your nights didn’t end up as nice as cuddling with Johnny in your bedroom or laughing with Junko, they ended with pained moans and tired feet. The only reason you weren’t complaining was because, dancing with Johnny is what caused the pained moans and tired feet. Everyone had been dancing towards the deadlines for everything and it was starting to show in your mood.

Of course Junko knew how to handle it, but Johnny? No clue. He knew how to handle his own members, but he didn’t want to mess up anything with you, so he just act the same way as he did before. He asked Junko for any tips for helping you feel better, and she gave him a couple but then turned around and told you that he asked later that night. Just hearing that information was enough to pull you out of your slump and your normal personality made its return.

Soon enough everything was wrapped up and your company parted ways with SM Entertainment, but that didn’t stop the members from getting together. Every comeback meant a dorm party thrown by your group. You hated parties no matter where they were, but Junko didn’t mind them if they were in the comfort of her own place, as long as no one touched anything.

Just because this was a collab didn’t change the fact that your dorm was going to throw a party as a celebration, it just meant more people were going to be there. You all had the dance down, the music video was finished, not to mention the song, perfect. The deadlines were met, and companies were pleased.

Johnny had been late to the party but when he arrived, he went looking for you immediately, only to find no trace of you. Your group’s dorms were filled with people, some you knew and others you didn’t, that didn’t matter though, you were still nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, do you know where Y/n went?” Johnny asked Junko, who was talking to Doyoung in a quieter corner, to which she responded with, “Our room, fourth door on the left.” He just nodded and started his way through the sea of sweaty people.

Fourth door on the left.

It didn’t take him any time to get there with his large steps but what did take a while was him building up the courage to knock on your door. When he finally did, it took a few seconds for a familiar and curious gaze to appear from behind the door and look into his eyes.

“Hi Johnny, do you need anything?” You still didn’t open your door wide enough for him to see inside, just enough for your head to pop out. “Um-” he didn’t this through, he had no idea what he was going to saw, he just wanted to see you. “-I just noticed you were gone and came to check on you. Are you not having fun, you’re hiding away in your room?”

His heart rate picked up when he heard your quiet giggle, but then his heart rate spiked again once he found himself being pulled into your room, out of the crowded and loud hallway, and into a place that seemed forbidden, sacred even.

You and Junko’s room was cold, much colder than the rest of the dorms, and it was dark, except for the small lights in the shape of hockey pucks that were sat upon various surfaces around the room. There were a few things that stuck out to him, the show that was playing, Gilmore Girls, your closet door was open, and he could see several sweaters, mostly brown and green, and then the giant ball of yarn that was being turned into one of said sweaters.

“Which episode are you on?” You had sat back onto your bed while Johnny took in his new surroundings. “At this point Rory has already dropped out of Yale and is well in her process of having one of the worst character developments in the history of weekly television.”

You felt secure with Johnny and immediately cleared off a spot on your bed for him, you wanted him to be close to you. He smiled at you and climbed onto your bed after you got comfortable. 

A couple minutes of silence passed, you switched back and forth between watching the show and watching your crocheting, Johnny was just watching you though. He couldn’t keep it in. “You’re so pretty.”

Your eyes widened and you looked over at him not sure what to say. “Thank you, Johnny, you are too.”  

The little puck sized lights illuminated Johnny’s face, you felt your ears slightly perk when he licked his bottom lip, and soon enough you had leaned forward and planted your lips onto the older male’s.

He gasped but still pulled you closer. Johnny let himself indulge in you before he remembered that after this, he’d have to face the consequences. Your overheated body quickly cooled down when Johnny pushed you away. It felt like someone had stabbed you in the heart and twisted the knife, twisted the knife until you were nothing. This man, whom you only met in real life a month ago already had you so captivated in his presence.

You weren’t experienced in kissing whatsoever, but you could’ve sworn that he had kissed back, even just for a little bit.

Too upset to be embarrassed, you let out a childish whine and opened your mouth to ask him what the matter was. But before you could get another word or sound out, Johnny was already answering.

"Because you're just so young”, there it was, the knife being ripped out. Of course though, you didn’t see the problem. "But you said you liked me and thought I was pretty." 

"I do and you are, that still doesn’t stop me from hating the way I think about you sometimes, because it makes me feel just as bad as the men that send those perverted messages to you." Both grimacing at the mention of the messages, you still didn’t see the problem though. You liked that it was Johnny who felt that way about you. He wasn’t a stranger, he wasn’t gross, he wasn’t some old man watching your fancams while cumming onto their cell phone screens. He was Johnny.

You didn’t know for sure about that last thing, but even if he was like that, you’d be able to get past it because he was Johnny, "You're nothing like them Johnny, you have respect for me and like me for who I am."

"There are some thoughts I've had that haven't been so respectful." Johnny isn't looking at you anymore, too afraid to see your reaction at his words. He had moved from sitting up, to move down so he had room to lay on his back. Your ceiling had a skylight in it, so you were able to look up at the sky as you fell asleep, and you saw that was where Johnny’s eyes were as well.

You scooted over closer to him so you could lay on your stomach, half on him and half on the bed, while you took in his facial features you started drawing shapes across the wide span of his chest. At first, he tensed up, nervous to have you this close and control himself, but he quickly realized that this domestic position was peaceful. Then you asked the question he was dreading, all while looking at him with bedroom eyes. "Like what thoughts?" 

"Don't look at me like that Y/n." Respecting his wishes, you looked away from his face and casted down to view where your hand was placed on his chest. 

"It's fine Johnny, we wouldn't be able to do anything anyways." You were sitting up now with your legs hanging off the bed. Johnny placed his hand on your lower back and moved his thumb in circles. "I'm not trying to pry, but why do you say that?"

"I've never done it before, Johnny." Your head was hanging down, as if you were ashamed. And you were. You had just admitted to the man you desired that you were a virgin.

But for Johnny, his demeanor changed, he was feeling more protective and possessive over you. No way he was going to let Haechan touch you. The weight of the bed shifted as Johnny sat up halfway, you felt his large hand on your left hip. His touch burned your skin in the most wonderful way imaginable.

“Johnny” you whispered as you looked behind you and at him. His eyes were different this time around though, they showcased lust and a look that only could be explained as a predator looking at its prey. “What do you want sweetheart? Tell me what you want me to do.” Your mouth hung open, just slightly in surprise of what you were hearing.

Whimpering, you quietly requested the one thing that made Johnny truly snap completely, “I want you to fuck me, I want you to be my first.” You also wanted him to be your only, but you’d take him in any way you could get him.

His touch was removed from your side and the small fire he lit on your skin still burned hot with the way he was looking at you. He stood up from his spot and moved in front of you to bend down to your level. “If at any point you want me to stop or go even slower, just tell me. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

You felt like you were unable to speak but when you just nodded, Johnny lightly but sharply tapped your thigh. The slap made you jump and the wet patch in your panties grow. “I’m going to need words sweetheart. Are you sure you still want to do this?” Johnny was looking right into you, seemingly into your soul. You remembered his rule and despite how dry your mouth felt, you managed to whisper out a yes.

“Good girl.” Johnny said as he kneeled on the bed, leaning over you. His lips ghosted yours and the gasp you let out caused Johnny to smile. And the smile didn’t go away when you leaned in to press your lips to his.

“Can I take off your clothes baby? Wanna see you, just for me.” You nodded and started taking off your shirt while he was talking. Johnny reached out and stopped you from doing anything else, he wanted to be the one to reveal your skin, of course after asking you if that was okay, which you eagerly nodded to.

With just your shirt off, there wasn’t much Johnny hadn’t seen. A lot of your stage outfits involved tiny shirts and big pants. It was when he took of your bra is when he saw something no one else had. Your tits bounced a bit from being unsupported but soon Johnny’s hands were kneading them and playing with your mounds.

As he pulled on your nipples, he pulled moan after moan out of your mouth. And he couldn’t wait to be inside of you. Johnny knew you had to be prepped so he removed your sleep shorts and panties and spread your legs for him. Showing Johnny your wet and shining cunt.

“You’re already so wet.” Johnny went to finger you but how much your pussy was already dripping surprised him. “You make me wet Johnny.” You gasped when he found your clit, refusing to leave the little bud alone.

The feeling of his fingers inside of you caused you to cum, much faster than you thought you were, and it made you a bit embarrassed, but when Johnny said, “Good girl, my good girl”, you felt a lot better. He got up from his spot between your legs and stripped in front of you. Your mouth watered as he removed each and everything covering him. You smiled a bit to yourself when he chuckled at you for staring, but he was back on the bed with his hand between your thighs in no time.

It only took a bit more for you to give Johnny the sign that you wanted him inside you, now. He nodded at you and reached into his discarded jeans pocket to pull of an aluminum foil package.

You watched with keen interest as Johnny ripped open the foil and rolled the rubber onto his hard dick, which you weren’t even sure was going to fit, he promised it would though, so you trusted him. Before pushing in Johnny covered his cock in your wetness as extra lube so he could save you as much pain as possible. It worked until he was all the way in, that’s when you spoke up.

You saw how thick the tip was and you struggled to stretch around it but it wasn’t until all of him was in you, every inch in length, and not to mention the girth.

"Johnny, it hurts, a lot." You winced and closed your eyes, trying to ignore the pain that was shooting through your lower half. To distract you, Johnny kept planting kisses along your neck and jaw, but after a particular loud whimper, Johnny connected your lips once again and seized all movement.  "I know Y/n, it'll stop soon."

Letting you try to adjust, Johnny just kept rubbing along your sides, trying to help you relax. “Just breathe. I’m right here, you’ll be okay, you’re safe.” The pain started to dissolve and form into need, while Johnny was still leaving marks along your neck, you were wanting Johnny to move.

Bucking your hips up into Johnny’s, you asked him to move. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” “Johnny just move please, I need you.” He nodded to himself and gave you one last kiss before he started thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first, wanting you to get used to the feeling of having him inside of you.

When he felt your hands move from their position clamped on his shoulders and roam south to explore the taunt muscles, he took that as the signal to move faster. When your moans started to get louder and become more frequent, Johnny spoke against your ear, "I know baby, I know.”

Johnny didn’t slow down though, he kept up his pace for a few seconds and then sped up, watching your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and Johnny couldn’t stop. Not when you looked like this. Not when you were moaning this sweetly. Not when you were begging him for more and whining that you were going to cum.

“I’m gonna c-cum Johnny, please, don’t stop.” He smiled at the drool dribbling out of the right side of your gaped mouth, he bet your hole would look the same when he pulled out. He didn’t pull out until he came.

You came first but even with the sensitivity you let Johnny use your quivering hole until he was satisfied, after the please was mixed with pain, you clench so tight around his cock that he felt his own eyes roll back. Even then though, he just stayed in you, embracing the intimacy and warmth that was in the air.

When Johnny did pull out you shivered and kept your tight grip on his shoulders. He maneuvered you to be playing on your side, next to him on his back.

“Hey Johnny?” You broke the silence with a small murmur. His hand that was rubbing up and down your back, all while keeping you close kept moving along your spine as he asked if something was wrong.

“No, nothing’s wrong, I just, I was just wondering if this was it for us.” The laugh he let out caused your first feeling to be humiliation but then you heard his quiet chuckle die down and was replaced with his soothing deep voice.

“It might be hard to get our managers and companies to allow us to be together, but I can tell you that now that I’ve had you, I don’t think I’d ever be able to live without you again.” Although Johnny was quite pussy drunk, he still meant every word he said.

The smile your face made was uncontrollable and you hid it into his neck. You didn’t plan on moving but Johnny gently took your head and pulled it away from him. “Don’t hide that smile, its too pretty baby. All of you is so pretty, my pretty baby.”

When Johnny got up from beside you, your first instinct was to reach for him. “Don’t worry pretty, I’m not going anywhere. Just can’t get enough of you.” Johnny had your legs spread and laid between them, you looked down at him and tried to close your legs.

“What did I say? Don’t hide from me.” You nodded and whimpered when Johnny brought his nose to your heat, he inhaled through his nose, taking in your seedy scent. “Smells so good-” he stuck out his tongue and swiped it through your swollen cunt, “-tastes so good too. Fuck. Tastes better than my fucking wet dreams. Such a pretty girl, with such a pretty pussy.”

Johnny was rambling into your pussy; his breath and lips would tickle you and you gasped and whined. Finally getting pleasure from something other than your fingers was causing you to not get enough of it. You were sensitive but you want nothing more than Johnny to make you cum again.

Your hands fisted the bed sheets as your legs started shaking. “Please Johnny, I need you.” Johnny decided to not torture you tonight, so he gave into your pleas. When his tongue made contact with your clit you had to force yourself to not scream, you patted above your head, looking for something, anything to grab onto. Your wandering hand met one of your plushies and you used it to cover your face and to filter your moans.

Johnny moved his tongue to play with your entrance, it was pulsing, clenching around nothing, and you were wet, so wet. “Baby, you’re dripping on the bed.” You hated how you knew it was true. The feeling of it spilling in between your plush ass cheeks wasn’t pleasant. Johnny saw the mess and lifted your hips a bit, so he had access to that part of you. “Wha- Johnny” your head was thrown back and your toes curled. Johnny licked between you and up your ass, collected all the arousal and cum that had dripped there.

The heat of your cheeks was almost unbearable. You’ve never felt anything like this, and you couldn’t tell if you were too sensitive or if you were about to cum again.

 Johnny kept swiping his tongue along your folds, switching between playing with the bundle of nerves and licking your walls. You felt your body get even warmer and your sight went black for a second.

“Shh, it’s okay Y/n. I got you, you’re safe. It’s just me.” Johnny cooed into your ear and petted your head, brushing his fingers through your head, soothing you. Your cheeks were wet, and you asked Johnny what happened.

He kissed your temple before he answered. “You passed out for a second, are you okay? I’m really sorry if I hurt you.” “No! You didn’t hurt me Johnny, it felt really good!”. You started shaking your head and attempted to get up, only to be pushed back down. “It’s okay, you don’t have to get up. I’ll clean you up.” Johnny walked away but returned with a damp washcloth.

It was nearly impossible to keep your eyes open as Johnny ran the warm washcloth over your burning skin. It didn’t get any easier when he started massaging you, focusing on the spots that were tense and made you gasp.

Johnny made sure you were completely relaxed before he got comfortable next to you. “Johnny, I like you, so much.” He smiled at you slurred words, tired, both mentally and physically. “I’m glad, because I like you a lot too.” Johnny pulled you into him, your bare skin touching. He could hear you breathe, and he wanted to hear you breathe next to him for the rest of his life. Although he was tired as well, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your shoulders weren’t tense, and your entire body was limp. You were comfortable, and you felt safe with Johnny.

Black Eye

Pairing: Boxer!Chwe Vernon x Female Reader

Preview: “You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.  

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” 

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Slice of Life (kinda), Boxer AU, Non-Idol AU, fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Violence, smut, cleaning wounds, cursing/mature language, pet names (baby, etc), manhandling (non-sexual), they spar at one point, the boxing vernon does is illegal, angst, fluff, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: slight dub-con (its consensual, reader is just unsure at first bc vernon is hurt), riding, body worship (f and m receiving), spitting, slight oral sex (f receiving), slight humiliation, thigh slapping (once), barely any foreplay, aftercare

a/n- little surprise fic to celebrate vernon's solo single, the boxing talk is probably wrong but oh well lmfao, sorry if it’s rushed i kinda lost motivation halfway through but hopefully it isn’t too bad

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With every punch thrown his way, you squinted your eyes to minimize your view and winced. You hated seeing him get hurt and you weren't the biggest fan of watching him hurt others, but nonetheless you still supported him. Even though you didn't agree with his choices you still loved him, more than you should. 

It didn’t even matter if his opponent missed or not, once you saw the swing you couldn’t bear to see the outcome. You tensed whenever you saw Vernon’s opponent’s swing land on your boyfriend’s face or torso. A bruise on the face was a constant reminder that he was hurt because you could see it and you knew that a bruise around the ribcage was the most painful for him.

The match was the closest one Vernon has had in a while, you kept gnawing at your nails and thankfully you were sitting because you were sure that your knees would’ve failed you by now. The men beside you were betting on who would win, one was rooting for your boyfriend while the other one would scream in victory when he was hit. You hated when the people in the crowd would bet on Vernon, it didn’t matter if it was against him or for him, but it made him seem like a zoo animal, even more so since he was fighting in a cage.

Not understanding why he wouldn’t join some boxing club to fight instead of the illegal underground cage fighting he would do. Vernon just claimed that the money was better.

Your mind was pulled away from your worries and was forced to focus on the scene in front of you when the man rooting for Vernon started cheering. “He won! Man, fuck you! I told you I was right; you owe me two-hundred fucking dollars!” Vernon won! The worry of him being knocked unconscious was laid to rest when your eyes focused on him limping out of the cage.

Getting up from your seat as quick as possible, you pushed your way through the people starting you shove their own way out. Vernon lifted his head to search for you and when you made eye contact, he tilted his head in direction to the bathroom. That’s where you two would normally meet after the match, so Vernon could catch his breath and you both could wait out the chaos that was created when everyone was trying to leave the small building at the same time.

You kept an eye on him as people pushed past him, he stayed close to the wall while you were trying to fight your way to him, feeling people step on your feet as well as elbow your ribs.

Getting tired of people keeping you from Vernon, you started pushing back and that got you to where you needed to be, with him. You could see the blood dripping from a cut on his forehead down his face. He winced every time someone touched him, and your heart ached, but you knew he loved the sport.

More and more people started to clear out and exit the building and soon you weren’t forced to put up a fight to get to Vernon. With him limping you were able to catch up quickly. “Vernon, oh my god, let’s get you cleaned up.” Trying to get Vernon into the bathroom ended up being more difficult than you thought because that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Starting his sentence with a groan, he threw his head onto your shoulder, and you allowed him to slump most of his weight onto you. “No, I just wanna go home. Take me home, please.” The whine in his voice caused you to comply and help him turn around, heading to the exit.

The walk to the car was a pain, Vernon limping and whining, but the worse part was when people would come up to him and congratulate him on the fight and he’d have to put up a fake smile.

But alas, the two of you made it to the car and with the cool air blowing on Vernon while he was relaxed, he started to feel like himself again. “I haven’t had a fight that challenging in a while, I thought he was gonna put me on my ass there for a second.” Vernon spoke up after inhaling one of the bottles of water you brought for him, struggling to get his sentence out between the gasps for air. He obviously couldn’t feel the somewhat negative energy that was radiating off your body because all he was focused on was basking in his win, flipping through the large stack of cash that consisted of his reward money but also all the money that was made by people betting against him. He didn’t mind people betting against him, as long as he came out on top.

“Why are you so quiet babe? Did something happen?” Finally, he finally noticed you, or maybe it was just because you hadn’t congratulated him yet. “You know how I feel about this. I’m not happy about tonight.” The quiet scoff that left his lips could still be heard over the radio that helped fill the otherwise silent car. “I still won; I don’t know what’s the big deal.”

Shaking your head, already tired of the conversation that had just started. The conversation is the exact same whenever Vernon has a tough fight, it’s been a while since then, but it wasn’t something you’d like to relive.

“That isn’t the point Hansol. You’re hurt, the last time you had a fight this hard you ended up in the hospital with a concussion, one that wasn’t just mild. That wasn’t fun for you or me.” He just rolled his eyes, annoyed that you used his formal name and that you were scolding him. You only used his formal name to make a point or to show your frustration. It was your way of showing him that you were serious.

The car ride returned to its silent atmosphere, this time with annoyed auras coming from both sides. Even with the mutual cold shoulders, you went on with your night as always, just without the talking, you helped Vernon out of the car and up the stairs of the apartment building. He leaned against the wall as you dug through your bag for your keys to open the door. You helped him hobble to the bathroom where he sat on the closed toilet lid while you found the first aid kit.

Just because there was thick tension in the air, it didn’t stop Vernon from following the routine, all of it. His eyes and hands wandered, his hands falling to the back of your thighs, right under your ass and his eyes would switch between staring at your lips and tits. His mind was already off the argument, but you couldn’t say the same about yours.

"You know I hate seeing you hurt, I don't get why you won't stop, Vernon." His lip curled up; you weren't sure if it was his attempt of a sexy smile or the effect of dabbing an alcohol wipe on his cut lip had on him. You voiced your concern either way but got your answer of what the curled lip meant when his arms wrapped around you and his hands fell upon your ass. 

"The money is great, it's a good workout, and I've got my own sexy nurse waiting for me so she can kiss my wounds away." He winked the eye that wasn't swollen shut and squeezed your ass. Slapping his bicep didn't cause him to stop his antics, instead he flexed the muscle and pulled you closer to him. 

Vernon kept you close while you finished nursing his beautiful but bruised face. The after-fight routine continued with you starting the shower for him. Showers were for the night right after the fight where he could let any of the blood from his torso wash off and he could have the warm running water soothe his back. Baths were the saved for the morning after the fights so his sore body could soak.

You left the bathroom, allowing him to shower in peace, but not without turning down his pleads for you to get in with him. He insisted that he wasn’t hurt which caused you to laugh and remind him that you had to help him walk to the shower. Vernon gave up and just asked you to set out a shirt and a pair of sweats for him so he wouldn’t have to limp around the room with his dick swinging. Laughing again you nodded and set the clothes on the vanity.

Keeping yourself busy while Vernon was showering was easy, you felt like you always had something you needed to do. Whether it was something around the apartment or it was something for school, and you couldn’t ever forget about the job you were drowning in since your coworkers always threw their own work onto the massive pile of your own that needed to be completed. Vernon knew about your never-ending stress, and he wasn’t one to add onto it, unless it was before, during, or after a fight. Watching Vernon in the fighting cage was always a way to get your mind off of the other things stressing you out, but not in a good way. Seeing Vernon get hurt was more stressful than anything else combined. He knew that so whenever he wasn’t in the ring, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, causing you to love him, more than you should.

Sitting on the couch with your laptop on your lap, you got two larger assignments done for one of your classes before you heard the shower turn off. Hearing Vernon grunt his way back to the bedroom, you finished what you were working on so you could go tend to him.

“C’mere, give me a kiss baby, please?” You were walking back into your shared bedroom where you saw Vernon sitting on your bed with his back to the bedpost. Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked over to where Vernon was perched.

"C'mon baby, just one kiss, a reward for winning the match." You know his tricks all too well. "It starts with just one kiss and then it escalates." He shot you a lazy smile, his eyes already glossy from being tired. 

He hummed before he spoke, "Don't give me that look, you let it escalate, you end up begging for me at one point." You huffed as heat flooded your face. "Hansol. You're hurt, we aren't going to have sex."

"I didn't ask you to have sex, I asked you for a kiss. But if getting fucked is what's on your mind, I'm more than happy to help you."

Disbelief is what you were in, you couldn't believe the man in front of you. Especially since he kept going. "Are you wet? I bet you were drenched for me after the fight too, breathing heaving with sweat dripping off me. You were trying not to jump my bones, huh?" 

He laughed. He laughed at you when the eye contact became too much, and you had to look away. He was right, and he knew he was right too.

"Do you want my cock baby?" You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, and his ego boosted even more but when you looked up and saw his bruising rib cage, you snapped out of the horny daze you were put under by him.

"No, Vernon. You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt even worse." You started to walk away until he spoke up again, "I could just sit here and let you do all the work. I know you like being on top. It'll help me get better quicker." 

"You promise you'll tell me if you feel any pain?" You stepped closer to him and waited for his response before you made any major moves. “Of course I will, now come here, please.”

Still a bit hesitant, you finished walking to him and before you could do anything else, the lust you had for your boyfriend took everything else. You pressed your lips to his and allowed him to grab your hips to pull you up and over his lap, making you straddle him. Disconnecting your lips just long enough to remove Vernon’s shirt, you smiled at him. You loved the way he looked at you, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the universe, like you were something rare, something that needed to be taken care of and cherished. While it took your breath away, you took Vernon’s away. Every time he looked at you, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You always supported him even if you didn’t agree with it, and you stayed with him, after all the matches, the hospital visits, lying to the doctors about what happened, you stayed. Vernon loved you. He worshiped you.

He was pulled out of the daze he created when he felt you kissing his torso. He looked down and saw you place your lips on each and every bruise that littered his skin. When you came back up to his level, you hugged him. He was a bit taken back by it but understood why when you whispered in his ear. “I hate that you let this happen to you Vernon.”

Not knowing what to say to you, he just apologized and kissed you, trying to kiss away the pain he had caused you. “I love you, so much.” You helped the other remove their clothes, running hands gently over skin once it was revealed.

You were hyper aware of the bruises and wounds that were scattered along him, making sure to not put too much pressure on any of them. When you raised your hips to sink down on his cock, you didn’t bounce like Vernon normally preferred, instead you rolled your hips, knowing that it would be easier on his sore muscles.

Groans filled the room as Vernon filled you, both of you throwing you heads back at the feeling. Vernon’s breath got caught in his throat, causing him to let out a choked noise. As soon as his cock was wrapped in your warm, tight walls, he could feel his mind go blank.

The pace you and Vernon silently agreed on was lazy and soft, not the rough, fast pace the two of you were used to. It was nice though, it felt like how “making love” was supposed to be like. “You feel so good Vernon.” You let your head fall to Vernon’s shoulder, your chests flushed together, and you could feel the other’s breath fan across your skin.

Vernon smiled, liking the feeling of your skin on his, the chilled temperature of yours against the feverishness of his. He turned his head so he could look at you, and the sight he was blessed upon made his cock throb inside of you. Your eyes were shut, not too tightly since you were relaxed, and your mouth was parted slightly. Little huffs of air escaping as you rolled your hips.

He then looked down, gazing at the way your hips slowly roll into his, seeing how your naval would be against his lower abdomen and would fall back to just return to that spot. Vernon watched your hips quicken their pace, chasing the high that you were creating for both of you. Your walls constricted around his dick, helping him get closer to his edge as well.

After letting you control everything for the entire time, as Vernon was about to cum, he needed you to speed up. He grabbed your hips and started rolling them into his, even lifting you off of him just to slam you back down. The noises leaving you both filled the room and soon your toes were curling, and you were cumming onto his dick. His release followed yours and he filled you, watching some leak out of you and down his cock.

The stressfulness of the day and what you just did was catching up with you and Vernon, both of you quickly using the bathroom and wiping up the sweat and cum so you could fall asleep and start the new day. Vernon held you close to him for the entire night, whispering his apologies for upsetting you earlier that night, and saying he’ll make it up to you, some way, sometime soon.

After the talk you and Vernon had that night, he pulled himself from all matches that were in the near future. Listening to your concerns and allowing his body to fully heal before he caused any more harm to it. He waited for the wounds to seal and the bruises to fade until he started training again, not wanting to hurt himself anymore, for your sake.

Vernon had been back to working out and training for about a week, after watching your reactions to his once black and blue skin turn its natural color again. When you didn’t wince when you saw his abdomen, he figured it was safe again.

The procrastination hit and the motivation you had to complete schoolwork had disappeared and you decided that whatever Vernon was doing was much more interesting. Walking into gym you saw Vernon who had his back to you. Seeing him train reminded you of something you had been thinking about for a while now.

You had been hesitant to ask him but watching him throw right and left hooks at the punching bag, you figured now would be a good time. "Vern?" You wait for him to acknowledge you before you begun again but instead of just asking you what, he stopped completely.

"What's up? Is everything okay?" He could sense your nervousness when he turned around. You laughed at yourself from thinking you should be nervous around him. "I was just- uh wondering if you could teach me how to box." 

Vernon had been waiting for the day that would ask him to teach you a few moves. He wanted to spend time with you, while doing something he enjoyed, he wanted to share this aspect of his life with you, without you getting hurt. Also, you learning a few techniques wouldn’t be a waste of time, just in case something were to happen to you and Vernon wasn’t around, he wanted to be sure that you would be okay.

To start off with Vernon showed you how to wrap your wrists and hands before putting on the gloves, he also explained why wrapping your hands was necessary. He taught you how to actually punch and a good way to dodge other punches, before he threw you on the mats, asking you to spar. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you and wouldn’t let you hurt him, so you agreed.

All was going well until your glove hit the left side of his face, he made a pained noise and hit the floor. “Oh my god! Vernon, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” You gasped and fell to your knees, joining him on the mat. Moving his gloves from covering his face, you assessed the damage, only to see none. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Vernon’s act broke, he started laughing and it got worse when you started yelling at him.

“Are you fucking serious right now? I thought you were hurt, you asshole!” When Vernon started sitting up and reaching for you, you just pushed him back to the ground and tried to get up. His hand grabbed yours before you could get far and he pulled you to the ground with him, causing you to fall and land on top of his chest.

Vernon ignored your yells and squirms, keeping his arms wrapped around you tight until he was able to roll over, so you were under him. Sliding his hands down to your wrists, he brought both up above your head and held them both in one hand, pinning you under him. “Will you quit yelling? I know you like it when I manhandle you so give me a break. I was just gonna tell you what went wrong in that spar.”

“You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You tried to turn your head to the side, but Vernon made that nearly impossible when he finally latched his lips to yours. Instead of fighting with him like you originally planned, you felt your once tense muscles relax and melt on the exercise mat below you. You shifted your hips, attempting to flip you and him over so you’d be on top, but Vernon caught it and let his body lay against yours, no longer holding himself up.

After the squeak you let out once the weight was out on you, the only thing heard throughout the home gym was your heavy breathing, your eyes zeroed in on Vernon’s face, everything else had gone blurry. The man above you smiled, sensing your nervousness. He knew you, whenever you were turned on, you would get incredibly nervous. You knew that he knew you, and that made you feel transparent, like Vernon could read your mind. Suddenly your throat felt dry, trying to swallow to regain moisture. “What’s the matter? Tell me what you need.”

At some point Vernon had released your wrists, giving you all control of them again. In the spur of the moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brough his face closer to yours, initiating the kiss. Even though you were the one who started the kiss, Vernon had no problem reciprocating it, him also escalating it, of course.

“Vernon~” You whined against his lips, rolling your hips up to try and feel any kind of friction. “So fucking needy, aren’t you? Wanted me to teach you how to box and now you’re humping me?” Well now that Vernon replayed the events exactly for you, you felt embarrassed.  

You don’t want the teasing, he was right, you were needy, and you needed him to fuck you. “Hm, yeah, need you cock, please Vern.” You babbled, already lost in the sense of him. His smell, the way he felt under your fingertips, the sight of him above you. You needed him.

“Haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already dripping through your pants, unbelievable.” His sight was focused on your clothed cunt, watching the wet spot grow with every word that fell out of his mouth. Vernon cursed to himself and set his weight on his knees so his upper body could be straight. He felt down your body until his hands landed to your hips, where the hem of your leggings were. Without saying anything he ripped your leggings and panties down your legs all at once and moved your legs apart from each other.  

He moved down the mat until his face was inches from your bare pussy, he laid his body flat to the mat and took your legs and threw them over his shoulders. You’d never turn down getting head from him but what you wanted was his dick in you. “Want you-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt Vernon drag his tongue through your slit and you could hear the deep inhale that he let in through his nose, smelling your arousal. He never asked you to repeat what you were going to say, instead he played with your clit until you were begging him to not stop. Wrapping his lips around the hidden nub, he sucked harshly until your moans raised in volume. But he pulled away far too soon.

“Wha-” you picked your head up from it being against the mat and looked down at Vernon just in time to see him wipe off his face with the back of his hand. Smiling at you, he said “thought you wanted me in you? I gotta stop playing with your pussy so I can fuck it.” You just whined and had to let the building knot in you web away.

You couldn’t complain for too long though, because Vernon crawled up your body, so his face was above yours and his pelvis was lined up with yours. He drug the tip of his cock up your slit, lubing it up before he prodded at your clenching hole.

It wasn’t Vernon who pushed in however, your impatience took over and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him in you instead. He didn’t pull out but as slight punishment he slapped the meat of your thigh, hard. Hard enough for a sting to be left behind as he started thrusting in. The pain mixed with pleasure was something you didn’t mind though, making a mental note to talk to Vernon about that.

Vernon noticed that your mind had gone somewhere else, and he was determined to get all of your attention back on him and only him. “Where’d ya go baby, are you thinking about something else while I’m right here?” Your eyes refocused on the man above you and groaned, his voice was condescending, well aware of the affect that he had on you. “Open your mouth.”

Although you weren’t fully there, you still listened to Vernon and your mouth fell open immediately. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn’t mind, at all. He leaned down closer and collected spit from his mouth, he held your jaw steady and let the glob fall into your awaiting mouth.

He could feel your walls constrict around his cock and that let him know that he hit that specific spot inside of you that made you so submissive for him and that you enjoyed him treating you this way. Vernon took pride in pleasuring you, always making sure you felt good and comfortable, all while making sure you knew your place.

After teasing you for drifting off, he noticed that he did too, getting too caught up in the way he felt inside you, but you chanting his name pulled him out of his own head. His entire focus was on making you cum now, he kept hitting that gummy spot in you and brought his thumb to your clit, drawing fast circles on the bundle of nerves.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum Vernon, please, don’t stop, please.” He listed and sped up his pace, the sound of his hips slapping yours resonated around the room, echoing back to you slightly. Vernon groans when he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he knew that there would be little crescent marks staring back at him through the mirror in the morning.

Soon he felt your body tense up and your legs that were wrapped around him started shaking, the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body, it all became too much, and your vision was spotty. Vernon let you ride out your high and he slowly pulled out and jerked off over you, finally cumming on your stomach.

He rolled over to lay beside you and rubbed your arm, calming you down the best he could. “You okay baby?” Your head lolled over to the side, facing him. “Yeah, m’okay Vern. Feel good.” The lazy smile you sent his way caused his heart to pound. “I love you.” You reached for your discarded leggings, happy you chose to where a black pair, and wiped up the cum on your stomach. Once you were satisfied with lack of it on you, your rolled over to your side and scooted close to Vernon. Your chests touching now and your head laying on his stretched-out arm.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered into your hair, glad to feel you so close. Vernon noticed that your eyes were starting to droop, and he knew that you hated waking up feeling gross. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, okay?”

With only one groan in protest, you let Vernon pick you up bridal style and take you to the bathroom. “Do you want a shower or a bath? A shower will be quicker, and you can sleep sooner.” You looked up at him and just leaned your head on his chest, trying not to fall asleep. “How about we shower, and I hold you up?” You nodded and Vernon made sure to quickly but thoroughly clean you, taking extra precaution when he cleaned your lower body.

You were sure you fell asleep in the shower, because when Vernon was carrying you out, you couldn’t recall half of the time you were in there. Apologizing immediately to him, he just shook it off, instead he apologized for wearing you out that much, which just caused you to giggle and shake your head.

When Vernon went to grab a pair of pajamas for you, you turned them down and asked if the two of you could sleep nude, you justified your request by stating that you wanted to feel close to him while you slept. He laughed a bit but agreed nonetheless and finished drying the two of you off.

He carried you over to your bed and laid you underneath the blankets. “Do you want the fan on?” He started walking over to his side, passing the fan when you said no. Vernon joined you under the blankets, barely getting comfortable before you were laying on top of him. With him rubbing your back and humming, you feel asleep quite fast, Vernon stayed up a bit later to continue rubbing your back, not wanting the feeling of him stopping to cause you to wake up, so he made sure you were already in a deep sleep before he allowed himself to join you.

“I love you, so much, I don’t thank you enough for what you do for me.”

literally so good, especially the bath scene 🤭 the entire thing is so well written, insane fr

— bunny. part two.

pairing: minho x fem!reader genre: smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, neighbours!au. content: 18+ minors dni. chapter warnings below cut. word count: 5.4k

summary: after leaving your toxic relationship, you and your bunny are completely alone in the world—until your soft spoken neighbour slowly brings down your walls.

⇢ part one .

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