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🌙 staring. Johnny x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call. He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend.  You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. Five minutes turns into ten, turns into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut. You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

tw/cw. yandere/stalker subthemes, unknown caller, weed use, multiple reader orgasms, big dick!Johnny, oral, pussy eating, blowjob, deep throating, spit as lube, fingering, hand riding, dacryphilia, praise, dirty talk, cum/fullness kink, unprotected sex, heavy grinding, dick bulge, creampie, rough groping, slight restraint, size kink, submissive reader, subspace, dumbification, hair pulling, finger sucking, etc… I pet names: (hers) Tiny, good girl, pretty girl. (his) Ghostie.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 15k

🍭 aus. uni/frat au, yandere subthemes, Halloween, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. this might just be the best John fic I've ever written, or maybe I just need therapy

Sunday 

You pause your movie when your phone rings and you look down at the screen. The number is unknown, and you briefly consider not even answering it. However, you’ve had two job interviews in the past week, and you don’t want to miss any opportunities, so with a sigh, you bring your phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiny, how’s your night going?”

Definitely not a prospective employer. Your sorority gave you the name Tiny during first year, something to do with the ‘tiny’ shots you always want to take, and only those within the Greek system use it on you. On top of the Greek-specific term of endearment, the man on the other end of the line is using a voice modulator of some sort, and it makes it impossible for you to identify him.

Your curiosity is sparked. 

“Who is this?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

You sigh, leaning back against your bed and setting your laptop to the side. “I get that Scream is having a comeback, but this whole ‘calling a girl and being mysterious’ thing won’t get you laid anytime soon.”

“Are you sure about that?” You can hear a hint of laughter in the man’s voice.

“If you’re not going to tell me who you are, I’ll hang up.”

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we?” There’s a pause then, “Let’s just say, a mutual friend gave me your number. They thought we’d hit it off.”

“Whoever this ungendered mutual friend is, I doubt they expected you to call me with a voice modulator and act out a Ghost Face fantasy. I get that Halloween is a week away, but come on… you can’t be serious about this.” 

“I am serious. Come on Tiny, live a little.” 

“You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you, Mister Ghost Face.” 

“I’ve got good reason to be, trust me on that.”

You let out a deep sigh, going through your roster of men who might think this sort of thing would be funny. “Yunho? Is this you getting high again?” 

“Wrong frat, but good guess. I didn’t know Alpha Tappa Zeta’s star quarterback was a stoner, thanks for the info, Tiny.” 

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself. You hadn’t meant to throw Yunho under the bus like that.

“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone about his… habits. That would be hypocritical of me.”

You search your mind for the stoners you know. Ones who would have the balls to call you like this. 

“Do you want to take another guess? I’ll give you three chances. You have two more.”

Aside from ATZ, you spend a lot of time with Sigma Veta Tau. Soonyoung is a well-known blunt roller in the fraternity system, but he wouldn’t do a charade like this. He’s very open about hitting on you any time you’re at one of his parties. 

“Jeonghan?” you ask.

“Last guess, Tiny.” 

He doesn’t confirm or deny if you’ve gotten the frat right, but you can’t really see any other SVT members who would fit this mysterious man’s profile. 

Your mind wanders to Nu Chi Theta. They’ve got quite a few weed lovers there, and you’ve been invited into many closed-room smoke sessions with the dirty NCT boys. 

There’s Yuta, and he’d definitely have the gall to entertain a flirtation like this. However, you don’t know of any mutual friends who would ever set you up with him. With another sigh of irritation, you throw out the last name on your shortlist of stoner acquaintances. 

“Hyuck? Please tell me this isn’t you.”

“Close but no cigar.” 

“I don’t like this game.”

“You’re not supposed to like it, but it is entertaining, don’t you think?”

“What’s your angle with all of this?” you question. “If you’re not going to tell me who you are, then what’s the point of calling?”

The line is silent for a few moments. “I guess… I just wanted to talk to you a little, is that so bad?”

Your heart softens, if only momentarily. “Then grow some balls and ask me out like a real man.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” The mystery man lets out a short chuckle, and your irritation only grows. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re really annoying?”

“A few times actually.”

“Well, you’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met and I haven’t even met you.”

“Yes, you have.”

“God, I’m tired of this. Goodnight.” 

You don’t even wait for an answer, you simply hang up.

Despite trying to get back to your movie, you can’t get the mystery man out of your head. When you go to bed you can’t even sleep, your mind completely full of all the possibilities of who your caller could have been. 

You’ll have to do some digging tomorrow. You can’t not figure out who this guy is- and you know just the fratboy to give you all the details you could need.

Monday

Mark Lee is always fifteen minutes early, even when it comes to an 8am class. You feel like shit after tossing and turning all night, so when you slide into the seat next to him in the back of the class, he gives you a once over and his lips part in shock.

“Are you okay?”

“No, Mark, I’m not okay,” you snap, regretting it a moment later- after all, Mark’s not the one doing this to you. “Someone called me from an unknown number last night. A frat guy, I’m not sure who. He was using this voice modulator-”

“That sounds hella sketchy.”

“Super sketchy,” you agree. 

“I know it’s October and everything, but that’s a weird way to hit on a girl.”

“That’s what I said!” Mark always understands you. “He said a mutual friend gave him my number, thought we’d be cute together or something- whoever it was, I need to strangle them.”

“Is this friend a girl or a guy?”

“Mystery man wouldn’t tell me,” you groan.

“So… this dude could be literally anyone.”

“Not Yunho from Alpha Tappa Zeta, Jeonghan from Sigma Veta Tau, and not your roommate Hyuck. The guy gave me three guesses,” you explain, “the hint is that he’s a stoner.”  

“Lots of frat guys are stoners.”

“Exactly,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat. 

“What are you going to do if he calls you again?” Mark asks. “This kind of feels like stalker behavior.”

“It does,” you admit. “But at the same time, he calls me Tiny, and he says we’ve met before- when I asked what he even got out of the phonecall he said he just wanted to ‘talk to me a little,’ which, I don’t know, for some reason I feel like he’s not a stalker.” 

Mark gives you a look that says ‘You’re crazy,’ and after listening to everything that just spewed out of your own mouth, maybe you kind of agree with him.

 “So if he calls you again…” Mark reasks his earlier question, one you’d chosen to ignore.

But you can’t ignore it now, and you let out a deep breath.

“If he calls again… We’ll see what happens.”

“Tiny-”

“Mark,” you counter, knowing he’s about to chastise you. But you don’t want to hear it. If even he doesn’t have any idea of who your mystery caller could be, you simply can’t give up. If you never find out who this ‘Ghost Face’ dude is, you’ll feel unsolved for the rest of your life and you know it.

“Look, I’ll ask around a little,” Mark concedes.

You let out a squeal of delight, throwing your arms around your closet fratboy friend. He lets out a chuckle, gently squeezing you back. 

Mark’s a good guy. 

If only you were into good guys and not sleazy stoners calling you while getting a hard-on for being Ghost Face.

Monday pt 2

It’s nine o'clock and you’re starting to get tired while you study. You’re in need of a distraction, so when your phone rings with an unknown number, your heart practically jumps into your throat.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Tiny.”

“Wow, Mister Ghost Face,” you laugh, twirling in your spinny chair, “two nights in a row. You must really like me, huh?”

The laugh he lets out sounds genuine, even though his voice is obscured still. For some reason, the noise makes you grin, and you can’t believe you’re actually kind of having fun with this.

“I do like you,” the mystery man confirms. “Tell me about your day.”

“Tell you about my day?” You’re in shock.

“Uh huh.”

“No teasing or nothing? No three guesses about your identity?” 

“I’ll tell you what,” he lets out a sigh, “like you said, Halloween is in a week. If you keep letting me call you until then, I’ll reveal myself when you come to the party.”

“The party?” you repeat. “You make it sound like there’s only one frat party on Halloween.”

“Only one worth going to.”

“Is that so?” He’s so cocky- why does that turn you on? 

“Yup. In fact, I know you agree with me on this, because the past two Halloweens, you’ve come to my frat.” 

Your body freezes. He’s just given you a massive hint-

“So you’re an NCT boy?”

“Wouldn’t call myself a boy, and neither would you if you saw what's in my pants.” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, not sure how to even respond to the suggestive comment he’s just made. 

The man on the other end of the line lets out a chuckle. “Sorry, I’m two blunts deep. I should watch what I say to you, that's why I asked about your day.”

“You don’t have to- watch what you say, I mean.”

“Yeah?” You can almost picture him leaning back in a chair, a large half-chub growing in his pants- “Are you getting horny from a mystery man on your phone? Dirty girl.”

“Dirty guy,” you counter, “trying to entice me by saying your dick is big.”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“I’m intrigued,” you admit, “but not only because of your cock.”

“It’s a nice cock.”

“Okay, I’ll tell you about my day,” you sidestep. “Had an early class with Mark Lee, you must know Mark.”

“Of course.”

“Well, he has no clue who you could be.”

“You talked about me.” 

You can hear him smiling. 

“I bet you couldn’t even sleep last night. Too busy trying to figure out who I am.”

Okay, maybe he is a bit of a stalker. Or maybe he just knows you well… who the fuck is this guy?

“Stop being so cocky,” you insist.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” 

“Mark told me you’re probably a stalker, said I should maybe block your number.”

“I don’t have a number, if I did, that would be too easy for you. I’m an unknown caller… can you even block unknown callers?” 

“I guess we’ll find out when I block you.”

“Won’t happen though. What did you do after your class with Mark?”

“Are you really that interested in my day?” 

“I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t interested.”

He’s a cocky softy, who would have imagined. 

You wonder what you ever did to make this guy so sweet on you- you’ve dated men who don’t even care to ask you how your day went, and this guy is out here doing it practically for free.

“Classes were okay, my sorority had a little fundraiser at lunch, we baked cupcakes.”

“They were good cupcakes.” 

“Wait…” your stomach churns a little. “You stopped by?”

“I’m a sucker for cupcakes, and how cute your butt looks in blue jeans.”

You search your memory, counting how many NCT boys came through around lunch. You realize that there were far too many for it to do any good in deciphering which one is the man you’re currently talking to.

“Did we talk?”

“You talked to everyone who bought something. I’m not special.”

Except… he kind of is special, in a way you can’t truly explain… not yet anyways.

“Maybe you are a stalker,” you decide.

“I can promise you I’m not, but I bet you’d be kind of into it if I was.”

This guy makes you feel such conflicting emotions, you’re not sure how to even handle him.

“Look, I was studying when you called-”

“Right, you should get back to that.”

“I should.”

“Sleep tight, Tiny. It’s been nice talking to you.”

Part of you wants to return the sentiment, it feels second nature, but the words stop on your tongue. In all fairness, it hasn’t been particularly nice talking to the mystery Ghost Face guy. 

Instead of saying anything else, you simply hit him with a “Bye,” and you hang up the phone.

However, you don’t get back to studying, you immediately call Mark.

He sounds groggy as he says “Hello?”

“Did I wake you?”

“No.”

“I just got a call from that guy again. He’s definitely one of your frat brothers, and he’s high right now.”

“That doesn’t narrow it down,” Mark sighs. “We sort of uh… all got high at the fire after dinner.”

“Mark Lee!” you screech.

“Sorry, sorry!” Mark groans. “I’ll uh… ask around some more. We’ll figure out who this dude is.”

“And if we don’t… he said he’d tell me who he is at your frat Halloween bash at the end of the week.” 

It’s Monday now, and the party is on Saturday. That means you’ll only have to wait a few days… you can hold out for a few days… can’t you?

Tuesday

You read over the email a third time, but it doesn’t make anything better. The words ‘We regret to inform you that you have not been chosen for the position’ make your eyes begin to well with tears.

Quickly exiting your phone, you grab your things. You refuse to cry in the middle of the library-

The bathroom will have to do the trick, and you hurry to get there, holding back the choked sob that longs to slip out of you.

You’d thought for sure this interview would land you a job on campus. The interview had gone well, or so you’d thought.

You don’t even know why you’re getting so upset about this. 

There’s just something so devastating about rejection. 

You get to the bathroom quickly, shutting yourself into a stall before you allow the tears to fall again. You cradle your face in your hands, allowing the sadness to overwhelm you.

It’s important to have a good cry every now and again, and you definitely need this.

Your cries, however, are interrupted by your phone ringing in your pocket. Wiping at your face, you reach for the device, lifting it to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay?” 

“I really don’t have time for this right now, Ghost-” you groan, closing your eyes at the familiar voice-modulated sound.

“You do have time,” he insists. “Tell me what happened.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just saw you running through the library. Looked like you were crying.”

“I wasn’t crying!” you nearly yell. 

“Liar. Come on, Tiny, let Ghostie make you feel better.”

The affectionate-sounding nickname prompts you to wipe your eyes. “Are you sure you’re not a stalker?”

“I was in the library, don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Was?”

“I’m gone now, can’t have you figuring out who I am before Halloween.”

“Would it really be so bad if I did?” you question. “It would make me feel better.”

“Look at you, using your bad experience to try to swindle me,” you hear him laugh, and there are more sounds now, as if he’s walking across campus. “Seriously, Tiny, tell me what’s going on.”

“Do you always walk around campus with a voice modulator?”

“It’s an app on my phone babe, now answer my question.” 

“You didn’t ask a question, you commanded me to tell you what happened, and I’m not taking commands right now.”

He sighs. “Will you please tell me what’s making you cry?”

Your lower lip trembles. “It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that hurts you is stupid.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

“It looked like you needed a friend.”

“You’re not my friend. You’re some guy who got my number and gets hard by pretending to be Ghost Face from Scream.”

“I could be your friend. Could be more than your friend. And I’m not hard right now. Not after seeing you cry.” 

You take a breath. “I applied for a job and I uh… they didn’t hire me.”

“Then they’re stupid.”

“Maybe I’m stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“I’m a girl who’s spent three days talking to a guy who keeps his identity a secret, and for some crazy reason, you’re actually making me feel better. That definitely makes me stupid.”

“No, it makes you soft. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

“Yeah?” you sniffle. “What else? And don’t say my ass in blue jeans.”

The man chuckles. “You’re soft, and kind. But you’re a fighter too. You’ve got a spark. Don’t even get me started on how smart you are-”

“And how would you know how smart I am?”

“For starters, you’re in the top-scoring sorority on campus,” he points out. “Whenever you come to trivia night, you wipe the floor with all of us. Mark talks constantly about how much you help him with his classes, which brings me to my next point, you care about charity. That’s a great sign of your character.” 

“You do know a lot about me, don’t you, Ghostie?” His words have stopped your tears, and you cradle your phone close to your ear. 

“Still not a stalker though.”

Now he even has you laughing. “Jury’s still out on that one.”

“You sound better already,” he muses. “Mark has a free block right now, I’m sure if you call him he’d take you for ice cream or something to distract you.”

“That’s a good idea,” you admit.

“I’m full of good ideas.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, Tiny.”

Tuesday pt 2

“This guy sounds like a full-on stalker,” Mark says for the sixth time as you grab ice cream and sit inside while a storm passes, rain splattering the windows.

“I mean, if he knew your schedule, I’m guessing he’s someone close to you.”

“He’s stalking us both, I don’t like it.”

“But he’s nice.”

“He’s stalking you, Tiny!” 

“He’s not!” you insist. “A lot of people were at the library today… honestly, I think… I think Ghostie is kind of sweet.”

“Ghostie?!” Mark stares at you in shock. “You’re calling him Ghostie now?”

“It’s cute, right?”

“It’s crazy is what it is!” Mark leans back in his seat, frowning. “This is giving me the creeps.”

“Well, it’s spooky season.”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t think any of my frat brothers would pull crazy shit like this. They’re mostly pretty chill dudes.”

“So you think he’s lying about being in NCT?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

“I think he’s definitely lying,” Mark confirms.

“Well, agree to disagree.”

Mark studies you for a moment. “Look, the only guy who’s a freak like this is Yuta and he swore up and down to me yesterday that he’s not calling you with a fucking voice modulator.” 

“I don’t think this is Yuta.”

“Because you’re a Ghostie expert now, huh?” He scoffs loudly.

“Yuta’s not really a stoner,” you point out. “And besides, I can’t explain why I know it’s not him, I just have a feeling.”

“Yeah, is that feeling in your pussy by any chance?” 

“Mark Lee!” you gasp, scandalized by his choice of words. 

“Be real with me!” he insists. “You wouldn’t be entertaining this if it wasn’t… I don’t know, turning you on? Are you turned on by stalkers? Is this why you like Halloween so much?”

“Okay, maybe I am turned on, but that doesn’t make me a bad person.”

“It just makes you crazy,” Mark groans, running a hand through his hair. “I swear to God, when the dude reveals himself at the frat party, it better be one of my frat brothers and not a serial killer. And also, I’m going to fight him.”

“Something tells me he’d beat you,” you giggle.

“Now you’re trying to make me feel bad.”

“Says the guy who just called me crazy.” You grin, knowing that you’ve won.

“This whole thing is crazy.”

He has a point about that.

Wednesday

You’ve been waiting all day for a call from Ghostie, and it comes right before you’re about to head to bed. You practically launch yourself at your phone, putting it on speaker and saying “Hello?” as if you don’t know who’s on the other end of the line.

“Hey you, feeling better today?”

“You tell me, mister stalker.”

“I haven’t actually seen you today, it was a bit of a shame if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah?” God, this man has way too much power over you. “And why’s that, Ghostie?”

“Because I’ve been looking at your Instagram, but you’re cuter in person.”

“Do you follow me?” 

“We’re mutuals.” 

You’re mutuals with pretty much the entire NCT frat, it would have been more helpful if he’d said he’s not a follower, although, now that you think of it, that had always been unlikely. 

“Still trying to figure out who I am, aren’t you, Tiny?”

“Of course.”

“Remember when I was listing your good qualities? Patience wasn’t one of them.” 

“That’s so rude of you,” you say, although, you’re grinning at your phone.

“Here, I’ll make it better. I have an idea for you.”

“Let’s hear it then.” You get comfortable on your bed, wondering what he’s about to say.

“If you want a job, there’s this bar on campus, Skeets. Have you heard of it?”

“Who hasn’t heard of Skeets?” You roll your eyes. 

“They let just about anyone work there. A few of the NCT guys are bartenders, I’m sure they’d put a good word in for you with the hiring manager, he’s also a member of the frat.” 

You haven’t been to Skeets in ages, and you try to remember who you know amongst the staff. “Wait, you’re right- doesn’t Hyuck work there?”

“He does… This is the second time you’ve mentioned him, got something of a crush, Tiny?”

“Would that make you jealous?” you tease.

“I’m not the jealous type,” he states. “But yeah… it would.”

“Don’t get your Ghost Face mask in a knot, I don’t have a crush on Hyuck. In fact, if you turn out to be Hyuck and I find out you lied to me about your identity, I’m going to be really mad.” 

“I’m not Hyuck.”

“Good.” You consider his proposition for a moment. “Do you really think they’d hire me?”

“It doesn’t hurt to try.”

“You know, on Sunday, if someone had told me you’d be helping me find a job not three days later, I would have said they were crazy.”

“Guess I like to keep you on your toes.”

“I think you just have a major soft spot for me. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“I can’t. I promised not to lie to you.” 

God, he makes you so giddy it’s insane. 

“Are you going to come stalk me at Skeets if they give me a job?”

“Goodnight, Tiny.” He’s avoiding the question, and you can hear him grinning through the phone.

“Night, Ghostie.”

It’s the first time he’s the one to hang up on you, and it leaves you wanting more.

Thursday

Ghostie had assured you that Skeets hires just about anyone, but that doesn’t help the anxiety building inside of you as you prepare to take your resume into the bar. 

You even do a Wonderwoman pose outside while waiting for Skeets to open, breathing deeply to psych yourself up while you go over possible interview questions just in case the hiring manager wants a chit-chat today.

“I love working in a team environment,” you say quietly to yourself, closing your eyes and running through responses. “The most important thing is that the guests feel welcome.”

The sound of something dragging across the cement ground has you practically jumping, lids flashing open as your head whips toward the noise.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your mantra,” the tall fratboy laughs, setting up the wooden sign with the daily drink menu just in front of the door to the bar.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, swallowing thickly. 

The man in front of you is Johnny Suh. He’s two years older than you, and you know him through Mark. When guys join a frat, they’re assigned a ‘Big,’ an elder frat brother to guide them through the process. Johnny is Mark’s big, and he’s always been nice to you whenever you’ve crossed paths.

You would call Johnny an acquaintance, not a friend, but he’s still a friendlier face than you may have expected to see upon your first moments interacting with Skeets staff. 

“You coming inside, Tiny?” Johnny asks.

“Yeah, sorry John, one sec, I just need another deep breath.” You wave your hand at him, turning your back and gulping down air while you hold your bag tight to your front, the resume within practically burning a hole in the leather.

The hot fratboy heads back inside and you finish calming yourself down. 

You can do this. You can get this job.

As you enter the bar that’s just open, you realize there are only a few staff members kicking around so far. Kim Jungwoo is rearranging chairs, and Lee Donghyuck is sitting on a table looking at his phone. Johnny Suh is behind the bar, and you decide you should probably talk to him, so you try to act confident as you walk through the small establishment.

Johnny’s brown eyes raise as you approach, and he offers you a small smile. “Tough day?”

“What?” You blink at him, settling against the bartop.

“You looked kind of off outside, and most people don’t come in to day-drink this early.”

“Oh, uh… I’m not here to day-drink.” You let out a tiny laugh. “Actually, I came to see if you guys were looking to hire new staff members, I brought my resume.”

You reach into your bag to pull out the papers, and you hand them over to Johnny.

His eyes scan the first sheet. “Wow, a cover letter, I’ve actually never seen one of these.”

People don’t apply with cover letters? The idea is kind of shocking to you.

Johnny hardly looks at your resume, setting it down in front of him to address you instead. “What makes you want to work at Skeets?”

“In all honesty, I need a job. I’m dependable, and I’ve got a decent schedule to work in the food service industry. I like working as part of a team, and I’m already friends with a lot of the staff here, so I thought it might be a good fit.”

Johnny nods, assessing you. “Have you bartended before?”

“I’ve got my qualifications to serve alcohol, but I’ve mostly had waitressing jobs,” you admit.

“At Skeets, we all do a bit of everything. Would you be open to learning how to mix drinks?”

“I’d be very open to it,” you nod. 

“Then let’s give it a shot,” Johnny smiles warmly at you. “You’ve got good timing, we actually just had to let go of someone for excessive drinking on the job. I was going to put a wanted ad up today, but looks like that won’t be necessary.”

“Are you…” you swallow thickly, “are you serious? I’m hired?”

“Yeah, why not?” 

You can’t help the squeal of delight that rushes through you, and a massive grin makes its way onto your face. You even jump a little, and Johnny seems to enjoy your excitement, smiling from ear to ear while you celebrate. 

“When can you start?” he asks next.

“I can start tomorrow! I mean, if you need me that soon.”

“Tomorrow is a big night here at Skeets, the Friday before Halloween. We could use the hands, but it will be a busy one, do you think you can handle that?”

You’re quick to nod. “Of course. But I uh… I should let you know, I can’t work Halloween, I promised a friend I’d meet them at your frat for the party.”

“Don’t worry about Saturday,” Johnny assures you. “Sigma Veta Tau has their frat party tonight, so it’s all us NCT guys working, and tomorrow we’ll switch. As much as Seungcheol is a good comanager, I don’t trust him to teach you how to mix drinks on Halloween.”

“So… you’re going to be the main person training me then?” you ask.

“If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself,” he confirms. 

You can’t help but beam up at the tall frat boy, overjoyed at this turn of events. As cute as Johnny is though, part of you is excited to tell Ghostie about this when he inevitably calls you tonight. 

Your life is definitely a little crazy.

“So, how about you come in tomorrow at seven?” Johnny suggests. “The bar will be open past midnight, but I figure I can show you a few things before it gets busy around ten, and then I can let you go early.”

“I’ll be here at seven.”

“And when it comes to what you’re wearing, we’ll give you a Skeets t-shirt,” he pulls at the black fabric stretched tight across his broad chest. “Other than that, you can wear any color of jeans and some sneakers.”

“Perfect.”

“You’ll be paid for the training shift, I’ll tip you out in cash, and if it goes well, we’ll get your banking details at your next shift after that,” Johnny explains. “I’ve got your number here on your resume, so I’ll be in contact with you on Sunday, how’s that sound?”

“Sounds like a dream.” You literally can’t stop smiling.

“Tiny’s going to learn to mix,” Johnny says fondly, “Mark’s going to love this.”

You already feel close to Mark’s big, and the opportunity to work with him is a good one. Johnny is one of the more well-known nice guys at the frat. Sure, he’s got a little bit of a dangerous edge to him, just based on his massive stature alone, but he’s generally a big softy bear. 

“Thanks again for this, Johnny,” you beam. “I won’t let you down.”

Thursday pt 2

“Hyuck said our favorite Tiny sorority princess got herself a job today.” 

“Hello to you too, Ghostie.”

“I wanted to cut to the chase and congratulate you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten the job without you,” you admit. “So… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” your mystery man says, and you can hear that classic grin of his. “I’m sure you got it on your own merit.”

“Apparently no one’s ever brought a cover letter with their resume before.”

“They must have been impressed.” 

“Hired me on the spot.”

“That’s my girl.” 

Your insides flutter. You like the way it sounds when he calls you his girl. “How about your day, Ghostie? Stalk any new girls?”

He laughs. “Only one girl worth stalking, which, I don’t do, by the way.”

“Sure you don’t.”

“My day was long,” he says finally.

“Yeah, it’s nearly midnight, I was thinking about going to sleep but…”

“But you wanted me to call,” Ghostie finishes your sentence for you.

“When you say it like that it sounds kind of depressing.”

“It’s not depressing, Tiny, it’s cute.”

“Cute?” 

“I like that you’re getting used to me.”

“You know… if you decided not to show up to the Halloween party- if you never called again, I think… I’d wonder who you are the rest of my life.” It’s a moment of vulnerability, and your heart races in your chest while you wait for his response. 

“I wouldn’t do that to you, Tiny,” Ghostie promises. “I’ll find you on Saturday, and not in a stalker way.”

“What costume are you going to be wearing?” 

“If I tell you, you’ll just show up and scour the whole place looking for me.”

“You know me too well, don’t you, Ghostie?”

“What are you going to wear, pretty girl?”

You literally kick your feet at the term of endearment, body buzzing. It takes a moment to collect yourself. “Honestly? I’ve got a Ghost Face mask hanging around somewhere.”

“And here I was being told I’m the one who gets hard pretending to be Ghost Face.” 

“Well… even though I don’t know you, not really, I think I got that one pretty accurate, didn’t I?”

“Maybe a little.”

“I thought you said you were big,” you tease.

“Okay, maybe a lot.”

You bite at your lip. After the great day you’ve had, it’s difficult not to feel flirty. “Are you hard right now, big guy?”

He groans, and even under the voice modulator, something tells you the sounds he makes are sexy as fuck. You can feel your panties getting wet. It’s dirty, but in the best possible way.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you grin.

“You’re being bad, Tiny.”

“Says the guy who’s literally hard right now.”

The other end of the line is silent for a moment. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“What if… when we meet, you’re not interested in me?”

Well, this has just taken a turn. How did you go from horny thoughts to insecurity? 

It’s a valid question though, one you should have asked yourself by now, but for some reason you haven’t. You think about it for a few seconds. 

“I feel like… I know it’s been less than a week of talking but, you’re not like any other guy I’ve ever met. And not just because you’re calling with a voice modulator.” You let out a laugh. “You ask how my day is, and you care to hear my answer. You even helped me get a job, which is crazy to think about. For some weird reason, I think when I meet you, the emotional connection is already kind of there, so no matter what you look like, you’ll be more attractive to me.”

“You really think so?” 

“I mean, NCT is known for having hot guys, so I’m not sure who you could be that would turn me off. There are only a few NCT guys I’d say a hard no to at the moment.”

“Yeah? Who?” 

“Well, Doyoung and I have never gotten along, but I know you’re not him because he doesn’t touch weed. I dated Jeno for about a week, and I know enough about him to know I don’t want to do anything with him ever again, and also, that you’re not Jeno because he’d never ask me how my day was going-”

“What an asshole.”

You laugh. “All things considered, Ghostie, I think you’ll do just fine.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Is this why you’ve been doing the whole voice modulator thing? You’re worried I won’t be interested in you?”

“It’s one of the reasons,” Ghostie admits. “I also worried that if I did hit on you, you might think I was only trying to get you into my bed, which, yeah, it would be nice, but… as perfect as your body is, it’s not the most interesting thing about you.”

What a scrumptious take; A guy calling you up and using anonymity to prove to you that this connection isn’t only about sex. 

Your heart softens.

“Ghostie, you might be one of the sweetest guys I know,” you admit.

“More than your best friend Mark Lee?”

You laugh. “Maybe not, Mark would never do something like this. You’re a bit of a paradox that way, aren’t you?”

“If you say so, Tiny. As much as I’ve liked this talk, I think I should let you sleep. Halloween is two days away and I’m sure we’ve both got a lot to do before then.”

“What if I don’t want you to go just yet?”

“Then I’d remind you that patience is a virtue.”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Good thing we have an emotional connection so you’ll forgive me for it. Night, Tiny.”

“Night, Ghostie.” 

Friday 

Your first shift consists of shadowing Johnny. He’s a fabulous teacher. He’s calm, patient, and very encouraging. The first few hours are a breeze, but the bar gets increasingly packed as the night goes on.

It’s a little overwhelming, but Johnny helps keep you steady. He gives you the easy drink orders, things like beer and simple cocktails. While you’re filling a cup from the beer tap, he’s busy mixing five to ten different things into one glass for items on the Halloween special menu.

There’s something sexy about a diligent worker, and his beefy arms are all bulgy and hot in his tight Skeets shirt. You can tell that a lot of girls come up to the bar specifically to order from him. There are two other bartenders, but Johnny’s line is notably the longest.

You’ve had your own share of interested men pop over to say hi. There are very few frat boys here tonight, as there’s a party in full swing in the Greek village, so most of the guys coming up to grab a beer from you are people you don’t know.

Many of them are dressed up in costumes, and it’s interesting to try to guess some of the more obscure clothing choices.

Anytime you see a man in a ghost costume, your mind shifts to your mystery caller. You wonder if he’ll pop by tonight- but other than the men already working with you, no NCT boys walk through the front door. 

No Ghostie.

There’s not one second of reprieve, but staff need breaks, and finally, just before midnight, Johnny pulls you both for a breather. 

“Are you sure the others can keep up while we’re gone?” you ask, looking back at the swamped bartenders.

“They can manage,” he assures you, guiding you through the back staffroom to a door that leads to an alleyway behind the bar. “I know I’ve kept you on longer than I thought, but it’s just been so busy. How are you holding up?”

The cool night air is a drastic difference from the heat and humidity inside, and you take a deep breath, closing your eyes and enjoying it. “I’m doing alright,” you tell him. “You’re the one making the difficult drinks.”

“I’ve been mixing cocktails for years,” he brushes it off, reaching into his back pocket. 

“Well, it shows.” You watch to see him pull out a rolled joint, and next comes a lighter.

“Want some?” he asks, lifting the joint to slot between his perfect lips. 

“Are we allowed to smoke on the job?” 

“Hyuck was prescribed Vyvanse last year, so he’s practically on coke all shift,” Johnny grins, lighting the end of the joint and taking a puff. “Besides,” he lets out a deep breath of smoke, “in the service industry, sometimes you need a little buffer.”

Skeets really is a chill place if the hiring manager smokes weed on breaks with subordinates. 

“I didn’t realize you were a stoner,” you muse.

“Most of us frat boys are,” Johnny admits, pulling the joint from between his lips. It’s placed casually between two fingers, and his other hand ruffles through his pretty hair. “It’s a nice night.”

“It is,” you nod, looking up at the sky. Stars are twinkling in the dark

“I’m glad you joined the team, not sure we would have been doing so well without your extra set of hands.”

“I’m really grateful to have been given a trial shift,” you smile softly.

“Well, just so you know, it’s more than a trial shift. You’re hired.” He nudges your shoulder gently, and your grin only grows.

“Thank you.”

Johnny takes another drag from his joint. “Sure you don’t want a puff?”

“I really shouldn’t-”

“I’m going to let you go home pretty soon after this,” Johnny tells you. “So it won’t affect your performance that much.”

You wonder if this is a test, but… at the same time, you don’t think Johnny’s the type of guy to test you this way. 

You give in, accepting the joint and bringing it to your lips. It’s been a while since you smoked one of these, and your first tiny hit leaves you coughing, passing the joint back to Johnny while you try to catch your breath.

He grins while watching you, and you get the sneaking suspicion that Johnny thinks you’re cute. 

“Thank you,” you say, coughing again.

“You’ve got good manners, don’t ya, Tiny?”

You nod, wiping at the tears that have formed in your eyes from the smoke. 

“Who... who do you usually smoke with?” you ask.

“Why? You a cop?” Johnny jokes.

“No, it’s just uh… God, I could tell you the whole story but you wouldn’t even believe me if I did,” you find yourself laughing. “Just… I didn’t know you smoked, so, I’m wondering if maybe there are a few other guys in your circle who do too.”

Johnny looks you up and down. “Like I said earlier, Tiny, almost all us frat boys partake in mari-ju-ana.”

It’s clear he’s not going to give you any information that could help you figure out who your Ghostie is. You suppose you really will just have to be patient.

In less than twenty-four hours, you’ll be finding out who your mystery caller is, and the suspense is absolutely killing you.

Friday pt 2

It’s twelve thirty when you finally get home, and you’re very tired. But at the same time, you’re awake. You take your time getting ready for bed, ignoring the loud party sounds outside and around the frat village while you wait for a call from Ghostie.

As one am rolls around, you start to realize that maybe tonight you won’t get a call.

He is a frat boy, and this is Halloween weekend. 

You’re disappointed as you get into bed, frowning as you scroll on your phone, hoping that if you wait another five minutes, maybe he’ll catch you. 

Five minutes turn into ten, turn into fifteen, and you find your eyes beginning to shut.

You’re starting to understand how much you truly have come to depend on Ghostie as part of your nightly ritual. It hurts not to get a call from your favourite voice-modulated anonymous frat boy.

You try to self-soothe by assuring yourself you’ll meet him tomorrow, but it doesn’t really help. 

Tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable, you fall into a blissless sleep.

Saturday 

You’re groggy when you open your eyes, but you still go to check your phone. There’s a missed call notification from an unknown number at three am, and suddenly you’re wide awake, bolting up in bed.

“Hey, Tiny, it’s me.”

As if it could be anyone else.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to call you last night. I was pretty swamped with Halloween stuff. But if it makes you feel any better, you were definitely on my mind.”

Here you are kicking your feet again.

“Probably won’t get a chance to talk to you until the party, I really do hope you come… in uh… more ways than one.”

God, he makes you wet.

“I get it if you’re a little mad at me for not calling earlier, and I promise to make it up to you when I see you, if you’ll let me.”

He’s so oddly respectful.

“But I get it if you don’t want to do anything at the party. I’ve enjoyed talking with you this week, and if that’s all it’s going to be then I won’t hold it against you. Anyways, goodnight, see you soon.”

Saturday pt 2

You feel cute tonight. You’d taken your Ghost Face mask off almost as soon as entering the frat, but the little black dress you’re wearing is enough to capture a lot of attention. 

Every frat boy that comes up to you makes your heart race, but none of them reveal themselves as your Ghostie. 

You’re actually beginning to get a little frustrated, and after two hours of floating around hoping to find your mystery man, you head with Mark to his room for a break.

Mark’s roommate, Hyuck, is sitting on his bed, bong already out and resting on one thigh while scrolls through his phone. He looks up when you enter, smirking. “Finally, smoking buddies.”

“You texted me like two minutes ago to come up here,” Mark rolls his eyes. “Have some patience.”

“Not in my nature,” Hyuck insists, setting his phone down and reaching for his lighter. “First hit is mine.”

As if you expected anything less. 

You watch him inhale the thick cloud of smoke, holding it for a moment in his lungs before he lets out a deep exhale. “Fucking hell, he groans, that was a good hit.” 

Mark takes the bong and Hyuck falls flat against the bed, closing his eyes and smiling.

“So have you found your stalker yet, Tiny?” Hyuck asks.

Your gaze flashes to Mark. “You told him?”

“He was curious why I was asking for a stoner list,” Mark defends himself. 

“Whoever the dude is, he’s got balls,” Hyuck says wistfully. 

There’s a knock on the door, and Jaehyun pokes his head inside. “Heard we’re smoking?”

“Yeah, come in!” Hyuck waves his hand, still collapsed on his bed.

The door is pushed open wider, and you catch sight of Johnny standing behind Jaehyun. Your new hiring manager flashes you a wink as they enter, and the door is shut firmly behind them. Jaehyun goes to sit with Hyuck, but Johnny approaches you, taking the seat next to you on Mark’s bed. 

“How’s your night going?” Johnny asks.

“She’s waiting for her stalker to come kidnap her and fuck her brains out,” Hyuck says loudly.

“Your stalker?” Johnny laughs.

“Some guy has been calling her all week,” Mark tries to explain.

“It sounds worse than it is,” you insist, feeling the need to defend Ghostie. “He’s only a little perverted.” 

“And you’re into that sort of thing?” Jaehyun questions, cocking his head while Mark takes a puff from the bong and hands it over.

“Not usually,” you admit. “But… this guy is different.”

“You don’t even know what he looks like,” Mark groans, collapsing in his desk chair and running an anxious hand through his hair.

“That doesn’t matter,” you insist. 

“Fucking girls, dude,” Hyuck laughs, sitting up and watching Jaehyun smoke from the bong. “You know what we need?”

“More weed?” Mark suggests.

“Yes, but also, shots.” Hyuck’s eyes shift to Johnny. “Not the shit from downstairs. The good stuff.”

Johnny lets out a chuckle. “You want something from my secret stash?”

“The tequila you brought back from Mexico,” Hyuck nods.

Jaehyun lets out a puff of smoke, holding the bong out for Johnny, who shakes his head. 

“You’re not taking a hit?” Jaehyun asks, staring at Johnny in hazy shock.

“Not tonight,” Johnny responds. Then he turns to you. “If neither of us are taking a crack at the bong, how about you come help me grab the tequila?”

“Careful, John,” Hyuck teases, “She’s not interested in you, she only has eyes for this Ghostie dude.”

Mark shoves Hyuck’s knee and Johnny simply grins. “Come on Tiny, you don’t want to get secondhand high on a night like this.”

He’s right about that, and you stand with him, heading to the door. Johnny’s so tall and broad, and you try not to stare at his shoulders, but it’s extremely difficult not to appreciate his large form. 

“What’s your costume?” you ask. 

“Oh, this?” He pulls casually at his black tshirt. “I’m a serial killer, they look like everyone else.”

“Very original,” you laugh, falling into step with the tall fratboy as you make your way down the crowded hall. 

“My room is on the top floor,” he tells you, heading to the stairwell and holding the door open for you. “I like your dress, by the way.”

“Thanks, it goes with this.” You hold up the Ghost Face mask to show it to him, and his grin widens while you climb the stairs.

“You’re gonna have to let me try that on.”

“I’m uh… I’m actually saving it for Ghostie to try,” you admit, feeling a little silly with how loyal you’re being to your mystery caller.

“He’s a lucky guy,” Johnny muses.

“Here’s to hoping it goes well,” you sigh.

Johnny doesn’t respond to your comment, and as you reach the top floor he guides you three rooms down, using a key to unlock the door before he holds it open for you. “After you, Tiny.”

The space is the same size as Hyuck and Mark’s, but it only has one bed. “I didn’t realize they had single rooms here,” you say, looking around. 

“There’s only a few, and I’ve got seniority,” Johnny explains. He closes the door behind him, walking over to the large closet. 

You take in the decorations. It’s unmistakably a frat boy's room, but much cleaner than you’re used to. There’s a gaming station, and a mini fridge that you’d guess is full of beer. A clothing rack shows off some of Johnny’s more sophisticated tastes. 

You’re curious about what else he has in his stash, so you join him by the closet, peeking inside. “We’re looking for tequila right?”

God, he has a whole shelf full of expensive bottles of booze. 

“Uh huh,” Johnny nods. “Should be in the back here somewhere.”

“Isn’t this tequila?” you ask, pointing to a bottle he’s brushed past.

“Close,” Johnny flashes a grin at you before continuing to rummage, “but no cigar.” 

You freeze. 

It’s been nearly a week since your first interaction with Ghostie, but you remember that interesting turn of phrase like it was yesterday. 

But- it can’t be. 

Johnny can’t be your mystery caller-

Can he?

“Found it,” Johnny announces, pulling an immaculate bottle of tequila out. His gaze lands on you. “You alright, Tiny? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I mean… have I?” 

He cocks his head. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…” You swallow thickly. “Are you my Ghostie?”

Johnny meets your gaze with a steady look. “Does it upset you?”

It’s not a clear confirmation, but it’s a confirmation nonetheless. 

You stare at him in absolute shock for a moment. He looks insanely gorgeous tonight, all broad, with his pretty lips- without even knowing what you’re doing, you find yourself throwing your arms around him and burying your face against his chest.

Johnny freezes, obviously startled by the sudden contact, but then he’s wrapping you in a tight embrace. One of his hands finds the back of your head, and he cradles you close.

Neither of you say anything, you simply hold each other while you come to terms with everything. 

He’s so stupid for ever thinking you wouldn’t want him-

You do want him. You want him so bad-

Pulling away from his chest, you tilt your chip up, reaching for his face. You cup his cheek while you move on your tiptoes to press your lips against his.

He appears just as shocked at this movement as when you’d hugged him, but he eases into it all the same, kissing you back gently.

But you don’t want gentle, you want him.

You’re pent up from a week of teasing, and you shift in his embrace, wrapping both arms around the back of his neck while you glide your tongue against his lip. 

Johnny lets out a groan, his mouth opening for you while his hands slip down to tug your waist closer.

The kiss deepens and now it’s your turn to release a moan, pressing your tits closer to his chest. He feels like heaven against you, and his lips are absolutely magic. His tongue glides gently against your own. You can taste beer, but it’s not unpleasant, in fact, it turns you on even more.

You thread your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails against his scalp-

“Fuck,” Johnny mutters against your mouth.

Then he’s bending down, hands grabbing at your ass and prompting you to jump. You wrap your legs around his hips and he carries you effortlessly, closing the distance to his bed.

Instead of tossing you down, he sits on the mattress and suddenly your knees are digging into his charcoal duvet. You’re on top, fingers in his hair, your tongue licking at his lip, and you’ve never felt so powerful.

It gives you the confidence to wiggle your hips a little, and you’re pleased to find he’s already growing hard in his jeans. God, he feels big- and your pussy throbs at the idea of what you’re going to do to him tonight.

You’re in a dress, and your panty-clad core feels delightful against bulging denim. Johnny’s grabbing at your bare thigh, kneading your flesh, and it makes you moan desperately. Not only is he skilled with his tongue, but his hands seem to know what they’re doing too.

Suddenly he’s grabbing at your hair, tugging you so you arch your head back, giving him access to your throat. His mouth feels amazing as he begins to lick and suck on your neck, finding your sweet spot way too easily-

“Who-” You swallow thickly. “Who gave you my number?”

Johnny laughs against your skin, pulling away to look up at you with dark eyes. “Mark did.”

“Mark?!” You’re in absolute shock now. 

“Gave it to me during finals last year,” Johnny explains. “But… we both had busy summers and…” one of his hands sneaks down to guide your hips, helping you grind against him, “I guess I wasn’t sure how you felt about me.” 

“You’re crazy!” 

“Maybe a little,” he admits. “I’m also Mark’s big, and it’s not like you and I have ever been close.”

“But you’ve liked me for a while, haven’t you, Ghostie?” 

He groans at the nickname, looking up at you with eyes full of wonder. “Longer than you know.”

You wish you could say you’ve felt the same- but in all honesty, you have always seen him as Mark’s big. As an older fratboy dad type-

The way he’s acted with you this week has inklings of that protective daddy personality you know and enjoy, but… he’s not been particularly dad-like. He’s shown you a new side of himself, and you’re so fucking happy he did.

“You know, when Mark finds out you’re my stalker he’s going to flip.”

“I wasn’t stalking you,” Johnny insists, grinning up at you as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you grind against him harder. 

“God, you even hired me for a job-”

He laughs. “It wasn’t favoritism, you had a cover letter, the bar owner was even impressed.”

“You’re so bad- this whole time you’ve been mind fucking me. I would have never guessed my Ghostie worked at Skeets.”

“Well, I do have a minor in psychology,” he admits. “Figured the best place to hide is in plain sight.”

“You even smoked a joint in front of me and I never guessed-”

“Yeah, I was playing with fire with that one,” Johnny laughs. 

“It’s funny. I was so busy thinking about being loyal to Ghostie that I was trying not to check you out last night.” 

“And I’m so lucky to have you. You wouldn’t even let me put on your Ghost Face mask, so busy saving it for Ghostie.”

“Saving myself too,” you note, grinning down at him.

“Yeah?” 

“We’ve talked every night since Sunday- I haven’t cum in over a week.” 

“Fuck, Tiny,” Johnny groans. “I guess I better help you out then.”

“Really? How are you going to do that?”

“I’ll let you stay on top for a while, let you grind against me until you’re begging for me to tear your dress off.” He pulls at the strap on your shoulder. “Then, I’ll flip you over, get on my knees, and eat you out like the good girl you are, stretching you open with my fingers.”

“And then?”

“When you’re shaking and delirious from cumming, I’ll fuck you right. Bet you’ve never really been fucked right before.”

God, you definitely haven’t. At least- you know you’ve never been fucked the way Johnny is about to fuck you.

“What if I already want you to tear my dress off?” you ask, grinding down against his cock.

Johnny lets out a low groan, grinning at you. “Tiny, you’re nowhere near begging yet.”

“I’m not?” You lean forward, pressing a kiss to his throat before your teeth drag against his earlobe. “Please, Ghostie, I’m already so fucking wet, you wouldn’t believe it-”

He laughs, hand finding your hair again. He tugs you away from his neck, pressing his lips to your own and kissing you hard.

He takes your breath away. His tongue is perfect, licking and tasting- making you moan loudly while you work your hips, swiveling on his denim-covered cock.

“Fuck, Ghostie, you’re so fucking big-”

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promises, grabbing a fistful of your ass and squeezing so hard it almost hurts. But the pain is wonderful, and you cry out in ecstasy, working yourself harder against him.

If it wasn’t for his enticing cock, you think you could make out with him like this forever. 

You just want to be naked, so you grab at your dress, intent on lifting it off-

Johnny stops you. “I’ve told you patience is a virtue, haven’t I, Tiny?”

You groan in annoyance. “John, please-”

“Ghostie,” he corrects you.

You don’t even care- you simply grab his hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingertips brush over your soaked panties, and you gasp at the feeling of him, immediately grinding down, looking for relief.

“Fuck-” you moan, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

He begins to circle your clit through your thong and you’re forced to grab at his shoulder to steady yourself, whimpering loudly. 

“Shit, Tiny, you’re so fucking pretty,” he whispers.

“I need you,” you gasp, feeling an orgasm already bubbling in the pit of your stomach. “Please, move my panties to the side-”

Johnny doesn’t question you this time. He pulls your thong away, easily burying two large fingers into your wet, needy core.

Now you’re really gasping. You lean forward, wrapping both arms around his strong shoulders and burying your face against his throat. “Oh my God, Ghostie- don’t stop-”

“You’re going to cum from this, aren’t you, pretty girl?”

You nod desperately, swiveling your hips so your clit can rub against the palm of his hand while his fingers work you open. 

“So good,” you whimper. “So fucking good-”

Johnny groans, curving his fingers and stroking your gspot.

You squeal in his lap, thigh muscles clenching while your pussy begins to throb around the foreign intrusions. You’re so close to the edge you can almost taste it.

“Want you to cum for me. Wanna hear your sounds while you drip down my hand.” 

Fuck, he’s way too sexy, voice all low and seductive. He’s breathing hard, and you can tell you’re turning him on just from riding his fingers-

“Come on, Tiny, who’s my good girl?”

“I am-” you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you straight on. 

You moan loudly, burying your face against Johnny’s neck. You’re panting against his skin, wiggling your hips while his fingers continue inside of you, driving you absolutely insane. Waves of pleasure are overtaking your form, and your mind is completely blank, overwhelmed by the feeling of ecstasy that Johnny provides for you.

“That’s it,” Johnny encourages you. “So fucking good for me.”

You’re shaking on his lap by the time your high is over, and you press wet kisses to his throat, earning groans from your Ghostie. 

You reach down for your dress, lifting it up and off your body. Johnny pulls back, watching you with dark eyes. He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy, bringing them to his lips to clean. But he’s not done there, as you toss the fabric to the floor, Johnny offers you his digits next. 

You lock eyes with him for a moment before leaning forward and accepting, taking his wet fingers into your mouth and helping suck them clean. You groa at the taste of yourself. Johnny watches the motion, his free hand finding your hip and forcing you to grind down against his cock. 

“You’re so hot, Tiny,” he says, removing his fingers from your lips.

“Wait till you see me naked,” you grin, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra. 

It falls away easily, and Johnny’s large hands cup your breasts almost immediately. His head dips, eyes taking in your newly exposed skin. “Fuck, how does a girl get this perfect?”

“How does a guy get a massive cock like yours?” you counter, rubbing yourself against the front of his jeans. 

“Touche,” he chuckles, leaning down to lick your nipple. 

You thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to show more affection to your chest, which he’s more than happy to do. His large hand cups your right breast while he worships your other with his mouth, suckling on your nipple. His teeth drag gently against the sensitive bud and you moan loudly, rocking your hips all the while.

“As much as I’d love to keep sucking on your tits,” Johnny sighs, lips moving up your throat again, “I’d rather be between your legs.”

“Ghostie, do whatever you want to me,” you instruct, feeling delightfully submissive.

“You got it, Tiny.” 

In one easy motion, he flips you so your back is on the bed. Johnny pulls away from you, sinking to his knees at the edge of the mattress before grabbing you and tugging you closer. He tears his own shirt off, giving you a great view of muscles that make you even wetter. Then he grabs your panties, sliding them down your legs so you’re completely bare for him now.

Johnny doesn’t say anything, he simply licks his lips and dives into you. His tongue parts your folds, dipping inside to taste your walls while your legs shake around his head. “Fuck, Ghostie-”

You reach down to grab his hair, applying enough pressure to his head to let him know you’re enjoying what he’s doing… if he can’t already tell from your desperately needy moans. 

His lips move to suction on your clit and a squeal escapes you, your back arching slightly at the sensation. 

You’re sensitive from having cum already, sensitive from having not cum all week only to be getting this much attention now. But you’re also probably sensitive because this is Johnny, because there’s been a build-up that’s left you ready to pop, and he seems intent on making you pop multiple times for him.

“Oh my God,” you whimper, eyes closed, abdominal muscles tensing with effort as his skilled tongue works you up again. 

Johnny groans against your pussy and it’s one of the sexiest things that’s ever happened to you. Your grip on his hair tightens, your core throbbing with pleasure already.

When he adds two fingers into your dripping hole, you know you’re not going to last, but you don’t think he wants you to.

In fact, you’d bet that Johnny himself is just about ready to explode. You can’t believe he doesn’t have his cock out yet- can’t believe he’s so intent on making you cum twice before getting any satisfaction for himself.

“Fuck, Ghostie-” You want to tell him how close you are to cumming, but you can hardly get the words out between your moans. “I’m- holy shit-”

Johnny finger fucks you even harder, his mouth focusing on your clit, and you’re pretty sure he’s understood your garbled attempt to warn him, pretty sure he wants you to cum.

You allow yourself to find your release, your back arching again as you tug on Johnny’s hair, keeping his face between your legs. You grind down slightly, your body chasing your orgasm as it surges through you like fire in your veins.

Johnny lets out a low groan again, and your entire body twitches at the extra stimulation. You’re gasping now. Nothing has ever felt this good-

To his credit, Johnny tries to help you through your entire orgasm, but he pulls away before you’re truly finished. You can feel him panting against your pussy, and when you open your eyes to look down at him, you find Johnny staring at you with the horniest expression you’ve ever seen on a man.

“Ghostie-” you whimper, shifting against his duvet. 

“Condoms,” he says, pulling his fingers out of your core and standing up.

“I’m on birth control,” you tell him quickly, making him freeze. “And if we’re both clean-”

Johnny practically moans at the idea, looking down at your body. “Does my Tiny want to be filled up all nice and good?”

Now it’s your turn to groan, and you nod, licking your lips. You sit up next, feeling your skin heat at the words you want to say, “I also… I wanna suck you off first.”

Johnny approaches the bed again, towering over you. It’s hard to focus on his eyes when his abs and strong biceps and veiny forearms are drawing your attention, but when he cups your jaw it makes things easier. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You pretty much stalked me for a week,” you tease, grinning.

Your Ghostie lets out a laugh. He doesn’t bother to check you on the word ‘stalking’ this time, even though he’s always been adamant that’s not what he was up to. It’s nice to have this little win, and as a reward for him biting his tongue, you reach out to undo his belt.

As the buckle unclasps and you move to his zipper, there’s a loud banging on the door.

Johnny looks over his shoulder and you can hear Hyuck screaming “Tequila!” 

The frat boy in front of you lifts his finger to his lips, a shushing motion, and then he reaches into his back pocket for his phone. You bet he’s going to text Hyuck some lie about not being in the room, but you’re too horny to slow down.

You get his jeans undone and you bundle your hands up in all the fabric, roughly tugging them down.

Johnny lets out a groan when his large cock slaps up against his abdomen, and he moves his phone to the side to give himself a better view, holding it with one hand while raising a brow at you.

You’re on your knees at the foot of the bed now while Johnny stands there, and you steady yourself, grabbing the base of his cock. With one last wink at Ghostie, you lean forward, kitten licking his length from balls to tip.

The man above you quickly types in the text, then tosses his phone to the side, his large hand coming down to cup your cheek. You take this as a sign to accept him into your mouth, so you do exactly that.

He’s so large and thick- you haven’t sucked cock in a while, and you’ve never sucked a cock as big as his. You know you can take your time, Johnny’s always been patient with you. 

You start by paying attention to the head, swirling your tongue around him and getting used to his size. Your eyes close, mind focused completely on your task. You’re already drooling from this, and you can feel your saliva dripping down his shaft. You smooth your thumb along the new trail of spit, helping lube your hand so you can begin to pump his cock.

“Fuck,” Johnny groans, tightening his grip in your hair.

You try to sink your mouth further onto his cock, but it’s difficult. He’s just so huge-

Your pussy throbs knowing that soon, this monster dick is going to be inside of you-

Without any lube that you’ve seen so far, you want to make him as slicked up as possible, and it helps that you’re drooling from how sexy all of this is.

His cock hits the back of your throat and you gag slightly, powering through the uncomfortable feeling as you glide your tongue along his shaft. You’re not a quitter.

“Holy fuck, Tiny-” Johnny praises you. “You don’t have to try to take more than you can handle-”

But you want to. You want to pleasure him the way he’s pleasured you, and his words only prompt you to suck harder, earning more groans from the man above you.

“You’re so good at this,” he continues his words of encouragement, and they do help you take him deeper. His voice is smooth, sexy, and thankfully not modulated in any way. 

You’ve never realized how nice John’s voice really is. 

You apply more pressure with your hand, pumping him faster-

“Okay, okay-” Johnny tugs gently on your hair, prompting you to pull off of his cock and blink up at him in confusion. “I have to fuck you now. I’m done waiting.” 

You let out a tiny mewl, nodding. 

Johnny kicks off his jeans completely, pressing a knee onto the bed. He leans down to kiss you, and then he’s grabbing your body. In one easy motion, he tosses you a few feet up the mattress, so your head can land against the pillows.

God, he makes you feel truly Tiny- it’s one of the sexiest things ever.

He takes his place between your legs next, lips finding yours. One of his hands cups your cheek, and the kiss deepens, his tongue invading your mouth while your arms wrap around his strong shoulders.

You can feel his cock sliding between your pussy lips, and it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are, how much drool you’ve left on him. 

“Please-” you whimper. You can’t wait another moment either, you have to know what he feels like. You reach your hand between your bodies, grabbing his cock so you can line him up with you properly. “Ghostie, I can’t-”

He kisses you, cutting you off. Something tells you Johnny understands, and the moment you have him properly situated, he begins to push into you.

You gasp against his lips, letting go of his cock so you can grab his shoulders. He’d worked you open with his fingers two times over, but nothing compares to this. You can feel your walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth, and it leaves you practically brain-dead.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” Johnny tells you, lips moving to your throat so he can suck on your sweet spot while he continues to burry into your hot, wet core.

You wrap your legs tightly around his hips, closing your eyes while the feeling of him overtakes you. You’ve never moaned like this before, never felt anything like Johnny-

He groans loudly against your skin, gently thrusting, coating his cock in your juices to make things easier-

The moment his hips hit flush to yours, his full cock buried inside of you, you both gasp. Johnny grabs at your hands, interlocking your fingers and pinning them to the pillows on either side of your head.

“Fuck, you’re so big, you’re so-” You can’t even think, especially not when he takes another test thrust.

His cock drags against your inner walls and you cry out, body tingling. 

“You take me so well, Tiny,” he praises you, mouth still hot on your throat. “The perfect fit.” 

You can’t speak, not now, but you can squeeze his hands and tilt your head to the side, kissing his cheek. Johnny takes the cue to bring his lips back to yours, and you’re immediately lost in yet another breathtaking makeout session.

He’s moving slow, fucking into you at a gentle pace, allowing your body to get used to his massive size. 

But you’re feeling particularly desperate, and greedy. “More.” 

“More?” He laughs. “You sure about that?”

You nod, eager to be decimated by him. “Please, ruin me-”

Johnny groans, letting go of one of your hands so he can press his palm flat to the bed, giving himself more leverage. He begins to fuck you faster, and each meeting of his cock to your core has you whimpering like a whore in heat.

“You make the cutest fucking sounds,” Johnny breathes.

Only he - with his cock making you feral - would call your noises of pleasure cute.

He’s so stupidly endearing.

“Fuck, Tiny, you’re dripping- making this too fucking easy for me.” 

It’s absolutely embarrassing how wet you are. He’s gliding into you with no issues now, and each movement is like heaven. The head of his cock hits a spot deep in your stomach- you can’t help but reach down, pressing your palm to your abdomen-

You can feel him rearranging your guts, and you both groan when you apply a bit of pressure.

“Deep, huh?” Johnny lets out a moaned chuckle. 

“So deep-” you agree, words slightly garbled. 

“I’ve just started with you and you can hardly speak,” Johnny muses. “Wonder what’s gonna happen when I make you cum again.”

You cry out desperately, removing your hand from your stomach so you can claw at his hair, bringing his lips back to your own.

You’re tired of thinking- all you want to do is experience this, experience him, at your fullest- and boy, are you fucking full.

Johnny lets go of your other hand, reaching for your thigh. He adjusts it higher on his hip and suddenly he’s driving into you even deeper.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you gasp loudly against his lips. Johnny traces his tongue along your teeth, and you can feel him smirking.

You love that he’s enjoying this- enjoying watching you come completely undone for him.

“You know,” he says, “if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last long.”

You don’t even care. You know this isn’t the only time you’ll be fucking this man- and after cumming twice already, your body is near its limit of pleasure, if that’s even possible. In fact, there’s something very sexy about making a man cum quicker than he’s used to, and your pussy clenches at the thought. 

“Fuck,” Johnny groans again. “Can I flip you over?”

At this point, you’ll agree to any request, and you nod quickly, biting at your lip.

With one last kiss, Johnny pulls away from you. His cock slips out of your core and you whine at  the loss, only for his two large hands to grab your waist and manually turn you onto your stomach. Then he adjusts your hips, pulling you up into doggy position.

“If you need to scream, use the pillows,” Johnny warns you, lining up with your pussy again.

The first thrust has you doing exactly that. You bury your face into the pillow, letting out a loud cry as his cock hits deeper than before. 

This position might just kill you, but you don’t care.

His hands feel so good- so large and warm and steady on your hips as he finds an even rougher pace.

You can hear your ass smacking loudly against his front with each thrust and it only adds to your arousal. 

Bunching your hands up in his duvet, you do your best not to be so loud that the whole frat will hear you. But it’s so difficult not to just melt under him- 

You can feel your eyes welling with pleasure-fueled tears, and it drives you crazy.

“Fuck, you like this position, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes, Ghostie!” you gasp, nodding while his cock continues to make you feel like absolute heaven.

“You look fucking perfect like this,” he tells you. “Face down, ass up. Pretty soon you’ll be begging for me to fill you up even more.”

His words flip a switch inside of you. “God, yes, please-” you cry out. “I want it so bad-”

“Want what?”

“Want your cum,” you whimper. “Wanna be so full-”

Johnny groans, grabbing rough fistfuls of your ass while he fucks you even harder. 

“I need it, Ghostie, I need it-” You’re crying now, and Johnny notices.

He bends over your back, bracing an arm across your chest so he can lift you onto your knees. He cups your jaw, thumb stroking through a tear track. “Holy shit, Tiny,” he moans, mouth hot against your shoulder. 

“Please, Ghostie, please-” you whimper, lower lip trembling-

You’re so close-

Johnny lets go of your jaw, and his hand slips down your front. You jolt when his fingers make contact with your clit, wriggling in his grasp.

“I’m almost there, Tiny,” he admits. “Watching you cum will tip me over the edge- you’ll be good and cum for me, right?”

All you can do is nod. Words are gone. Your mind is blank except for the pleasure that’s coursing through you.

Your noises are getting pitchier, and Johnny works you all the way to your peak. You gasp loudly as you topple over the edge, core clamping down hard on his cock.

Your legs feel like jelly, and Johnny releases you, allowing you to fall to the bed while your orgasm ravages your form. You’re clawing at the sheets, burying your face in his bed to muffle your screams-

His hands are bruising on your hips, and you hear him let out a loud groan. You can feel him filling you up, his motions faltering ever so slightly. His breath is hot against your shoulders and it’s added stimulus that makes you twitch, so completely overwhelmed that it almost feels like you’re about to black out.

But you don’t want to miss a second of this. His groans of pleasure keep you in the moment even as your mind is in a sex daze. 

Johnny rides you through your high, thrusts slowing until he comes to a stop behind you. 

You’re both breathing heavily now, and Johnny stays still for a moment, enjoying the last of your orgasm aftershocks. Then he flattens his chest to your back, hand falling to the bed next to  your own. 

“Holy shit,” he breathes. 

You can’t help but let out a small laugh, and it makes Johnny groan as your core clenches again.

He kisses your shoulder, lips oddly tender in comparison to the way he just blew your back out. 

“Ghostie-” you whimper, wanting to collapse on his bed from exhaustion. 

“Stay still, I’ll get something to clean you up,” he assures you, pressing one last kiss to your skin before straightening from your back. 

You miss his warmth as soon as he’s gone, and you especially miss his cock when it slides out of you. 

You feel him get off the bed, and a moment later, something begins to drip down your inner thighs. He really filled you up, and it makes you twitch. You reach a hand between your legs, cupping your core and rolling onto your back on his bed, trying to breathe properly.

Johnny is back a second later, and you can feel his gaze on you.

“Spread these thighs for me, Tiny,” he says gently, touching your knee. 

You open your eyes, and then you open your legs. 

Johnny moves your hand out of the way, letting out a groan. “You have no idea how fucking hot this is-” he tells you, wiping your core clean of his cum. 

You still don’t have it within yourself to speak, you can only watch him toss the tissue in the garbage before you’re making grabby hands at him.

Johnny laughs. He sits on the bed next to you, leaning against the headboard before scooping you into his lap. He’s so fucking big, and he makes you feel safe cuddled in his arms, your cheek pressed to his chest.

His heart is still racing, and it makes you feel better to know you’re not the only one who’s so affected by this.

Johnny’s fingers begin to thread through your hair, and he simply holds you while you come out of subspace. 

The party is still in full swing outside, and it’s an interesting feeling to have such a private moment with Johnny in the middle of a frat on Halloween. 

“Do you think anyone heard us?” you ask finally.

Johnny laughs. “Don’t worry about it,” he says soothingly. 

You pull away from his chest, looking up at him. His hand moves to cup your face and you press your lips to his. It’s a much gentler kiss than he’d given you mid-fuck, and it eases your racing heart. 

“Ghostie?”

“Yeah, Tiny?” 

“I like you a lot.”

He lets out another chuckle. “I like you too.”

“We’ll do this again sometime, right?”

“Of course, Tiny.” His hand smooths up and down your back. “I’d also like to take you on dates, if you’ll let me.”

“I’d like that,” you nod, relaxing against his chest again. “And… and when you call me, no more voice modulator.”

“No?”

“I like your voice, your real voice.” God, you’re feeling so soft and mushy for him.

“I like your voice too.” For a second, it’s a sweet moment, and then Johnny continues, “Liked listening to your whimpers.”

He’s such a frat boy, but you kind of love him for it. “Did you like my tears too?”

“Only if they’re for a good reason,” Johnny says. “If anyone else ever makes you cry, I’ll have to fuck them up.”

“My protective Ghostie,” you grin, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.

“As much as I’d love to stay cuddling you forever, I should probably bring the boys some tequila,” Johnny sighs.

“The boys,” you echo. “I feel like I’ve just fucked Mark and Hyuck’s dad.”

“Do you have a daddy kink, Tiny?”

“For you, I have any kink you want,” you laugh. 

“I like the sound of that.”

“Just… kiss me again?” you ask. “We can bring tequila after.”

“Are you sure you want to come with? You can stay here and I’ll come back-”

“We should…” you lick your lips, “we should be social.”

“I just fucked your brains out and you want to go be social?” Johnny grins. “Maybe I didn’t work you over well enough.”

“You worked me over perfect,” you laugh, grabbing at his jaw so you can press your lips to his.

Johnny melts into the kiss, and there’s something in it that feels like coming home. You’ve never felt this safe with a guy before, and it’s kind of starting to scare you.

If you were to stay here- you think you might even fall in love with Johnny… that is, if you haven’t already.

You pull away from your Ghostie, letting out a sigh. 

Getting out of his lap isn’t fun, and your legs are wobbly as you stand next to the bed, but Johnny’s hands go to your hips to steady you.

When he stands, he towers over you, and you’re overcome by your thirst for him all over again. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, bringing him in for another kiss. 

It’s so easy to get lost in making out with Johnny, but you have to tear yourself away, nodding, “Tequila.”

“Tequila,” he echoes. “Can you stand by yourself?”

“I’m okay,” you assure him, but it still hurts when he lets you go. 

Johnny pulls on some sweatpants while you find your dress-

“You’re not putting that back on,” Johnny tells you, moving to his closet. “Let me give you some clothes.”

“Are you trying to announce to Mark and Hyuck that we’ve fucked?” you laugh, accepting the large t-shirt he throws your way.

“Trust me, Tiny, they’ll know.”

“Yeah? How’s that?”

“After this, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself, and something tells me you won’t be able to either.” Johnny pulls on a hoodie, grabbing the tequila and turning to you. “I know you, remember?” 

You grin, pulling on the pair of black boxer shorts he’d also sent your way. “Maybe a little too well.” 

“Or not well enough,” Johnny suggests, approaching you again.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

“Only for you,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you again. “You look cute in my clothes.”

“Do I look like I just got fucked senseless?”

“Definitely.” 

“Mark’s going to hate you,” you laugh.

“He’ll get over it,” Johnny brushes it off, reaching for your hand. “Ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

“You can still stay here if you want.”

“No, let’s face this now.” You need to be firm, need to get out of this love den before you find yourself even more loved up.

The two of you head to his door and Johnny holds it open for you. 

In the time you’ve been fucking, it looks like a lot of people have dispersed from the party, so walking through the hallway isn’t exactly a walk of shame. However, when you get down the stairs to Mark’s floor, you realize you still have to pull up your big girl panties to face him.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” you tell Johnny, “I’ll meet you in Mark’s.”

“You don’t want me to come with you?”

“To the bathroom?” you laugh. “I think I’m good.”

With one last kiss, you make your way to the frat bathroom at the end of the hall. It’s important to go pee after sex, for UTI reasons, your sorority big sister has drilled that into you since first year. When you’re done, you head to the sink, daring a look at yourself in the dirty mirror.

You look fucked, but you also look happy. 

In fact, you can’t stop smiling. 

After washing your hands, you dab some water on your throat, hoping it will calm you down. Once you feel good and ready, you exit the bathroom.

Mark’s door is open when you get to his room, and you poke your head inside. 

Jaehyun and Hyuck are on one bed, Mark and Johnny on the other, and they’re all lifting shots to their mouths. As you step inside, Mark’s gaze shifts to you. He takes in your new outfit and his eyes widen, then he spits out his shot, coughing loudly. 

Johnny’s hand finds Mark’s back while he practically coughs up a lung, and then Mark is leaping to his feet. “What-” His eyes dart between you and Johnny, and you can see the realization there. 

“Jesus, Mark, learn how to handle a shot,” Hyuck scoffs.

Mark doesn’t even entertain Hyuck, he simply turns to his big, pointing an accusatory finger at Johnny’s chest. “You’re Ghostie!?”

Johnny stands up. “You’re the one who gave me her number last year.”

“I what?!” Mark’s eyes are practically bulging out of his head now.

Hyuck and Jaehyun exchange a look, and Hyuck reaches for the tequila to pour another shot.

“Mark, it could be worse-” you say, trying to de-escalate the situation while stepping further into the room.

“How could it be worse!?” Mark bellows. “My Big is a stalker!”

“He’s not a stalker,” you defend Johnny, coming to join your tall new lover, your hand reaching for his.

“You’re her new boss!” Mark insists.

“Hyuck fucked our last bar manager,” Johnny points out.

“Guilty,” Hyuck smirks over the rim of his new shot.

Mark’s still not having any of this situation. “This is fucked up.”

“Mark, I’ve told you a million times, it’s spooky season.” You can’t help but giggle. This has been such a turn of events, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You better not hurt her,” Mark says next, trying to meet Johnny’s gaze even while substantially shorter. 

“I won’t,” Johnny promises. 

“This is just-” Mark shakes his head. “Fuck this, I need to sleep.”

“We can move the party to my room,” Jaehyun says, already grabbing the bottle of tequila while Hyuck reaches for his bong.

It’s clear Mark’s done talking, and he collapses onto his bed face first like a tantruming toddler. You’ll discuss this with him another day, but you know now is probably not the time to push him to accept that his Big has a whole different side to him that Mark’s never seen. 

As you leave the room with Hyuck, Johnny and Jaehyun, Hyuck elbows you in the side. “I always knew you’d end up with one of us.”

“Yeah?” you laugh, gaze shifting to Johnny and Jaehyun who walk a few feet ahead of you.

“Once an NCT girl, always an NCT girl,” Hyuck nods. “And between us…” he leans closer, “Johnny is a good one.”

Your Ghostie looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his gaze with a smile. “He is,” you agree. “Hey, John?”

“Yes, Tiny?” He stops at the door to the stairwell, holding it open and allowing you to catch up.

“I changed my mind, I think I am done with the party tonight.”

“Yeah?” Johnny smirks. “Gonna come back to my room?”

“If you invite me.”

“Tiny, my room has an open-door policy for you now.”

“Is that so?” you wrap your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

“Uh huh,” Johnny grins. “And free cuddles, anytime you want them.”

“I like the sound of that,” you confess. 

“Just get married already!” Hyuck shouts back at the two of you as he climbs the stairs with Jaehyun. 

You and Johnny can only laugh at Hyuck. Your willpower is completely gone, and you allow your Ghostie to take you back to his room. 

He cuddles you close as the party dies down outside, and you find yourself slipping into the best sleep of your life on Halloween night with your Ghostie by your side.

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🔮 preview. There’s no way he should be this fucking sexy. You’re outside in the cold, parkas on, a Santa hat on his head, a joint between his lips,  both your jeans down to your knees, his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans, and he’s about to fuck you against a wall with his massive cock- you’ve decided that Johnny as a whole is simply illegal.

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You’ve been dating Johnny for a month and a half and you still can’t get enough of him. Whenever you pop over to the frat, it’s not long before one of you is dragging the other to his room. There’s never been sexual chemistry like there is for you and your Ghostie.

You’d never thought your biggest hurdle in the workplace would be refraining from jumping your bar manager, but here you are, every shift, practically drooling over him. Each brush of his hands across your body as he moves behind you to grab something makes you want to tear his clothes off, and your patience is at an all-time low. 

With Christmas fast approaching, the bar scene has substantially dwindled, and it’s making you even more needy. When Skeets only has a handful of customers, you fill drink orders while thinking about sucking on Johnny’s cock. 

It doesn’t help that he’s started wearing a Santa hat- why does it make him even sexier?

As Johnny smiles and makes casual conversation with a pair of girls sitting at the bar, you do your best to calm yourself. At the end of the night, you’ll be the one in Johnny’s bed, you just have to get to closing.

You notice in the periphery of your vision that the girls are finishing up with their drinks. Johnny excuses himself to grab the card reader, and as he slips past your ass, you feel his hard cock in his jeans. It’s difficult to stifle a moan, and you do so by biting on your lip. 

He loves teasing you, especially while you’re at work, and it drives you absolutely mental.

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The Cam Baby Series

🌙 staring. Camgirl reader x multiple idol groups

🔮 synopsis. an au wherein y/n loses her job working in the kpop industry and decides to become a camgirl with an exclusive room for her idol fuck buddies. During her show, groups the likes of nct, got7, svt, ateez and bts interact in the private cam room chat. Despite trying not to fall in love, cam baby inevitably picks favourites, much to the dismay of the idols wrapped around her finger.

tw/cw. fingering, oral, blow jobs, protected/unprotected sex, squirting, use of toys, praise, degradation, overstim, dirty talk, size kink, man handling, jealousy, somnophilia, finger sucking, choking, spanking, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 36.9k+ I #cam baby

🍭 aus. cam girl reader, poly/idols who share, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. originally started in october 2020, this series had a haitus, and is now being revived in march/april 2023 for it’s final chapters - find out more here

Interact with those who are online

many idols in the directory will not have a solo experience with cam baby

each fic can be read as a stand alone… or in chronological order:)

› [nct] NiceGuyJohnny - online

› [got7] PubGMarkT - online

› [got7] beommie - online

› [wayv]  Lucas99 & Hendery99 - online

› [got7] TheJinyoung - online

› [bts] TaeTae - online

› [nct] ValentineJae97 - online

› [nct] HeyChannie - online

› [multi] TheJinyoung & NiceGuyJohnny - online

› hiatus…

› [nct] Private Room - online

› [svt] GyuGyu97 & Hannie - online

› [atz] Yunhoe - online

› [svt] CherryCheolie - online

› [nct] NiceGuyJohnny - online

› bonus…

› [nct] NiceGuyJohnny & ValentineJae97 - online

cam room directory con’t

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Had me screaming at 2 in the morning, too good 😭🥲

That ass...

Summary: His obsession with your gorgeous ass reveal your relationship that you kept secret from the rest of the members

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Dumb Dumb (M)

Preview: Life had been moving smoothly. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. The first book cover you wished to not have judged so quickly. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

Pairing: single dad Johnny x female reader

Word Count: 15k+

Genre: dilf AU with a twist, daddy issues, pwp, aged up Johnny(35), reader is younger/legal, M/F, mild angst-happy ending, this gets very filthy

Smut Warning: dom/sub relationship(no negotiation), nicknames, daddy kink, size kink, strength kink, spanking, mild degradation, handcuffs, sex toy use, rough oral, fingering, biting, a lot of drool, rimming, anal, subspace, breeding, cock warming, aftercare, 💘johnny💘

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a/n: plot partially inspired by Ghost World, but this is really nothing similar to that story.

Whether it be pure boredom or depression, you had no excuse for your shit behavior. Ultimately being a ‘good’ person was opinion based. That’s what you repeated to yourself whenever your moral conscience kicked in. Shoving aside whatever common sense you should have by now.

You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover either. You also shouldn’t base opinions off of anyone’s appearance. You should have some depth, a shallow inside will gain you nothing.

Not that you cared.

Advice heard from various lips throughout your life. Strangers, friends, family. Who cares what they think anyway.

Your mother was one of the first to call you an ‘ungrateful brat’ after you’d lovingly referred to her new boyfriend as a ‘fucking monster’. As much as it stung at first, words only made you grow hard with time. More difficult to deal with, losing the last bits of emotional depth you’d carried from naive childhood.

Life had become an empty journey. Waking up only to continue an act of survival. Amusing yourself with petty childish tricks and games. It had been a fine coping mechanism. Enough to get by, using new ways to pick on others to distract from any negative thoughts.

Life had been moving smoothly for the most part otherwise. Managing to watch from afar as random people dealt with complications at your menacing hands. Disturbing their peace only to calm your crave for destruction.

That was until the day you met Johnny.

Johnny Suh. A man who made you wish you had listened up whenever being scolded. He would turn out to be your hardest lesson yet.

Desperately seeking a connection: I can’t believe I am doing this right now but..yesterday I ran into you at the grocery store. I was the tall bookish fella wearing a knitted brown cardigan.

You were the beautiful striking brunette searching through a recipe on your phone. We bumped into each other and your jaw dropped in awe of my height. I could be all wrong but I felt something? Perhaps it was just me, but I would love to take you out sometime and get to know each other. Maybe we could cook up a new recipe together. If you happen to see this my phone number is xxx-xxx-xxxx

-Johnny, your aisle prince able to reach for ingredients on the top shelf.

“Aisle prince? More like a pathetic loser.” You laugh to your friend. Folding the newspaper in half after reciting the personal ads of the day. “A brown knit cardigan? The only connection she was probably feeling was static.”

“He sounds like a real winner.” Your friend rolls her eyes. Her fingers tap along the moist glass containing a half melted milkshake. Having forced her to try out a new diner in your small town. Grand openings are rare in a place full of mom and pop shops. She was annoyed enough as is, mentioning something about job applications.

“What if I…” you smile mischievously, swiping open your phone. Newspaper rustling in your other hand as you shake it open to find the ad again. Beginning to type the phone number this Johnny had added in all too excited. Phone snatched from your hold before you can finish.

“What are you doing?!” She gasps, locking the device. Her brows scrunching together half annoyed, half in disbelief.

“Calling this dude up.” You scoff as if it’s so obvious. Adding more feminine pitch to your voice. “Get this losers hopes up that his long lost soulmate somehow stumbled upon this pathetic ad. It’s me, your grocery aisle princess, come to claim my throne.”

“Why?” She rolls her eyes letting you steal your phone back with no fight.

“Can’t you tell?” You fake shock, deadpanning within a second. “I’m bored.”

“Great, that’s just great.” She scoffs. Snapping fingers at a waiter with a curly haired mullet. “Check! Please!”

“Shhh!” You shove her hand down, waving the waiter off. “It’s ringing!”

“Hang up!” She hisses. Swatting her grubby hands away, you take a deep breath preparing to pounce.

“Hello?” A gentle deep voice halts your tiff. Choking on a wad of saliva as you shoot up straight. Raising your index finger to shush your friend, you breathe out softly.

“Hello? My grocery aisle prince? Is that you my darling?” You respond with a honey laced tone. Wanting the man on the other end to picture a dainty brunette, twirling hair around a finger like some brainless bimbo.

“I— excuse me? Oh!” He sounds gleeful, full of life. Exuberant in comparison to the soft way he answered. “Oh gosh. My striking brunette?”

His laugh resounds throughout your phone's speaker. It’s silly, damn near pathetic. Pacing yourself to match his excitement, you compliment him for the ad.

“It must be fate, my prince charming finally found me.” You let out a dreamy sigh. Pinching your friend after she slaps at your arm, mouthing to ‘hang up’. “Gosh! I’d love to meet with you today. Are you perhaps free right now? Maybe we could catch a meal together. There’s a new diner just opened downtown, I'm dying to try!”

“I just received a flyer for that spot the other day. Hmm.” Rustling follows, he falls silent for a minute. “My daughters on a playdate for the evening. It must be fate, my schedule is even clear tonight. I’d too love to spend some time getting to know each other, maybe over a cup of coffee?”

“That sounds lovely Johnny. Meet you there in an hour?” You beam, rolling your eyes. He agrees, ending the call with a ‘can’t wait to see you’.

It takes no more than an hour for the bells above the entrance to chime. Having to double take when a man ducks his way inside.

“Oh my God, that must be him.” You whisper. Slinking lower into the booth as you peer at a tall man step inside with hesitation.

A brown cardigan hung lamely on his broad shoulders. Faded and tattered from years of wear. His hair is straight, stopping just mid-neck. He’s stood there awkwardly for a bit, glancing around the diner. Pushing at the center of the glasses perched low on the bridge of his nose.

He’s squinting for about a minute, pretending to focus on the menu between flittering his gaze around for a familiar face. Peeping at his watch, he walks to the counter.

“He looks..” you trail off. Strands of hair fall around his face as he reads over the menu up close. His mouth tweaks side to side hollowing out the skin under his cheekbones. Further jutted out pronouncing how angular his face is. He’s not what you would expect from the personal ad at all.

“He looks like any random desperate single dad.” Your friend continues for you. Her lips purse, nose scrunching as if she’s annoyed. Annoyed that you dragged her into another one of these immature ventures. “He could be your dad.”

“That’s not funny.” You hiss. Scooting near the edge of the booth to take in the rest of his appearance. Faded ill-fitting corduroy slacks, visible brown socks to match his cardigan…patterned with some orange and creme design, loafers scuffed up at the toe. This guys helpless..

“Stare any harder and he’ll get suspicious you know.” Your friend grips you elbow, hauling you closer to her side of the booth. Opening up a compact mirror to get a good sneaking visual on your target. “He’s ordering.”

“A vanilla milkshake..” you snort. The waiter sets down a foamy caloric sugary concoction before him. Johnny stirring the cream on top with the end of a straw. He looks around again, hunching down to lick it off. “Who in their right mind orders a vanilla milkshake?”

“This is so cruel.” Your friend pipes up after 40 minutes have gone by. Johnny never sips at his drink. He more so plays with it, scooping small bits to lick off the straw until it's melted too much.

“How long do you think he’ll sit there?” You ponder out loud. Grateful you’d remembered to block your number as he picks up his phone, more disappointed each time.

“Don’t know but I can’t hang around to find out.” Your friend moves to stand. Shoving the newspaper at your chest. “Promise me you’ll at least look at the job listings? We need to put down a deposit on a place before summer ends.”

“Yeah yeah.” You sigh tired of this subject, waving goodbye. Job this, job that. All this whining just to move 5 miles away, because ‘we’re adults now, you can’t seriously expect any privacy living with your mom still.’ Whatever.

You ask for another refill on your lemonade, the waiters brow growing heavy. Looking at you and then the giant clock hung on the wall. Your brow lifts his direction, sipping at your drink with a daring look. As if he’d say anything.

Johnny finally gives up by hour three. One long sip through his straw to finish off what his milkshake has become.

Standing up with a stretch, cracking his neck side to side. A wound tight fist clenched by his hip bounces off a pocket that jingles. Probably carrying car keys, change or something.

With your face ducked hiding half behind a row of empty glasses, you watch him walk out. Defeated in many ways. As if he just sat berating himself for the past few hours.

Broken people always intrigued you. Wondering to yourself how dedicated he could be to this facade. What made him tick, what hurt him the most. How he held out even longer than an hour, his pride had to be nonexistent.

You make your exit, glaring at the waiter who clearly just wanted this shift to end. Newspaper snuggly fitted under your arm.

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Johnny sitting alone at the diner counter weighed on your mind heavily the next day. Waking up, stirring honey in your tea as flashes of brown yarny fabric itched at the backs of your eyes.

It’s not that you felt bad, no not that..

Even after a long hot shower, spending extra time rinsing your skin until it feels tender and raw, the image of him sucking down the last bits of milkshake tapped at your skull.

Perhaps it was guilt more than anything? To witness the hope drain from his cheeks. Optimism crushed the longer he sat there. Neck craning toward the opening entrance less and less.

The clear grit of his teeth as he pushed away from the counter. Furiously filled out the receipt for the one vanilla milkshake he nursed over the span of three hours.

Cheeks twitched at the corners of his mouth, concealing a sigh. A painting of melancholy, yearning for more. The memory burrowed between your breasts, pestering you to rectify the situation you’d created.

Mumbling to yourself ‘I don’t care’, you reach for the paper. Curious to read his message again. Repeat the words over and over. Design a personality for this Johnny guy.

With a lick at your index finger, you flip open the paper, distracted by the job ads your friend had circled through. No doubt she intended for you to see them

Babysitter needed:

Summertime babysitter needed for my 7 year old daughter. Must be available to work Monday-Friday from 8 am to 4 pm. Pay starting at $15 hourly but willing to negotiate.

Please reach me at xxx-xxx-xxxx if interested in applying -Johnny Suh

Johnny Suh? The phone number matches the one sitting in your recent call history. Man, this Johnny guy needs to meet the worldwide web.

Although, your friend was bitching about how you needed to look for a job if you planned to live with her next semester..

A dial tone blares from your phone before you realize, snapping you back to reality.

“Hello?”

It’s him. The same voice repeated in your mind for the past 24 hours, like a song you couldn’t find the will to skip. Each word engraving itself repeatedly. You’d recognize it by the sound of his breath alone.

Clearing your throat, you sit up pressing the phone to your ear. Remembering to not alter your voice in any way- “Hi! I..I saw your ad, for a babysitter! Johnny Suh?”

“Oh! Yes, that’s me. Hello! Perfect timing, I just began interviews today actually. I’m sort of in a crunch for time.”

“That’s great! I’d love to uhm, do that!” You smack your forehead too hard. Sounding over eager enough to feel queasy, maybe due to the mysterious voice passing through your phone line.

Johnny covered a few more questions, setting up a time for you to come by tomorrow along with his address. God, you’d be in his house…what the hell were you doing.

“Does that sound good?” He asks. Nodding your head until he hums, still waiting.

“No yea, that’s— that’s perfect.” You swallow dryly. Clenching your buttcheeks nervously. How stupid could you be? Very.

“Great! I will be seeing you then.” Johnny sounds pleasant. Wishing you a great day before hanging up.

Tomorrow..

Your eyes dart over the address scribbled on the notepad in front of you. Why wait for tomorrow? Would it be so wrong to go scope out where he lives ahead of time? Possibly catch a glimpse of him?

He’d be none the wiser..

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It’s not hard to spot Johnny once you’ve parked across the street from his house. Far enough to go unnoticed, just close enough to catch a glimpse of him stepping out in that same brown cardigan he’d worn to the diner. He’s not alone this time, slouching down on one side as he walks along the sidewalk to a small park nearby.

A little girl with two expertly braided pigtails skips next to him. Her small fingers intertwined around two of his, keeping up with the mans pace easily as she took two steps with each skip to avoid the cracks on the ground.

This close up everything about him screamed lonesome single dad as you watched him approach the park. His mouth moved instructing the child to stay within an area where he could see her. Taking a seat on an emptied bench nearby, he pulls out a book from his pocket. Ankle crossed over his thigh as he settles down.

Denial buzzed around your thoughts. Grasping at emptiness for a logical explanation as to why you sat here watching Johnny finishing off what looks like three chapters. Occasionally pausing to wave at his daughter and offer her water.

There was something to the way Johnny sat there hunched over. Removing his glasses and cleaning them off with his cardigan. Shaking his hair away whenever the light early summer breeze blew it to obscure his vision.

The longer you sat observing him, the more you imagined walking over to sit by his side. Silently enjoy his company as the sun goes down.

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The roots of Johnny’s medium toned brown hair show signs of greying. Shorter strands stand straight manipulated by static. Without his glasses on, the lines around the corners of his eyes are amplified. Creasing as he smiles at you from across. Folding his hands on the table, he speaks with a pacifying vocal tone. One you’d use to communicate with a child.

“So, why babysitting?” Johnny straightens up in the cushioned dining room seat. Beginning the interview in a minimalistic, yet expensive looking dining room. Your throat dried up from the moment he’d greeted you at the door and brought you inside to begin discussing the babysitting job.

“I love kids!” You lie a bit too enthusiastically, unfamiliar with how most children even behave. The last time you’d interacted with kids was middle school..when you were also a child. “and I need to save up some money before college starts back up. I’m moving out with a friend soon to live closer to campus. I think this could really be my calling..for now.”

Johnny snorts softly at your answer. Charmed by your honesty. Jotting down notes quietly, making your legs shake against each other nervously.

“I’m teaching summer classes. Typically my daughter, Aera, is in school while I work. I’m rushing around a bit right now to find her a sitter and most of the candidates haven’t had an open schedule. Everything seems to check out with you though.” He takes a look over the resume you spent last night typing up. Including the information of referrals he’d asked for.

Johnny nods scanning your accolades. “Would you be able to work Monday through Friday? Usually 8am until 4pm, but my days can turn hectic easily. You may need to stay longer hours.”

“I think that’s perfect actually!” You nod eagerly. Johnny standing up and asking you to come with him to the living room.

“Is this Aera?” You ask upon spotting the same little girl from the day prior. She couldn’t be any older than 7 years. Seated on the floor with her back against the couch paying the two of you no mind. Completely engulfed by the tv screen.

“That’s my little princess.” Johnny folds his arms. Teeth on full display with a large smile. The hollows of his cheeks wrinkling deeper with prideful emotion taking over.

Following the childs line of sight, you bounce up happily with surprise. “Oh wow, Sailor Moon? I had no idea kids still watched this. My favorite show of all time.”

“Oh really? Aera loves Sailor Moon, she had me scouring the internet for weeks in search of properly subbed DVDs.” Johnny says. Pointing at the organized stacked collection of each season.

“That’s it then!” You squat down to meet Johnny’s daughter's level. “Can you believe I have a big white ball of fur at home named Artemis?”

Aera gasps excitedly, finally distracted from the episode playing. Sitting up suddenly more interested in you than the show. “What, really? I want to see!”

Whipping your phone out, you quickly get comfortable next to her, opening up an album full of nothing but photos and videos of your cat. A white persian male kitten that indeed responds to the name Artemis in each video.

“Oooh you need to get a girl cat with black fur and name her Luna!” She squeals. Pouting a frown. “Dad won’t let me! I’m allergic.”

“Aw what? Well you’re right then. I do need to find his Luna.”

“Ah, Aera, where are your manners? Introduce yourself properly to our guest like I taught you.” Johnny reprimands sweetly. His daughter responds with a boxy smile and hushed apology. Turning back to face you with her hand outstretched in greeting.

The two of you exchange names briefly. Falling back into conversation swimmingly. Aera chatters on happily, asking if you’ve seen any of the Frozen movies yet. Picking up a freshly washed Olaf stuffy laying by her side that Johnny seemed to keep in tip-top shape for her.

“We have to watch them together!” She exclaims. “Elsa is the second prettiest of all the princesses.”

It goes on like this for the next hour or so. Aera informing you that her father spends hours on youtube watching hair braiding tutorials to make sure her french braid is exceptional- to the point that her fellow classmates envy her and ask for tips on how to improve theirs. She expects you to do the same in his absence, of course.

“I think Aera likes you.” Johnny hands over a contract he’s drawn up to work over the next 7 weeks as his daughter's babysitter. Without giving the pay much of a second thought, you sign without question. Ready to start as soon as he wishes.

“My summer school courses begin tomorrow.” Johnny lets you know. “This is really helping me more than you know. Aera’s grandmother lives over an hour away. I had already began packing an overnight bag to take her over lat—“

“I’ll be here at 8am sharp then.” You interrupt. Clasping your hands together after handing him back the contract.

“That’s wonderful, seriously I can’t thank you enough for doing this on such short notice.” He glows as he smiles down at you. Chin pointed ahead. “Follow me, I’ll walk you out.”

Johnny leads you to the front of the house. Going over how far you live, if you’d be needing any assistance getting home. Convincing him a 10 minute walk cut down when you take the bus to 5 minutes would be no hassle. You stop and face him before leaving.

“This is probably too personal, but you mentioned Aera’s grandmother?” You quietly ask. Stepping out onto the front porch. “Is her mother not around?”

Johnny sighs, rubbing his palms together. Anxiously tipping back on his heels. “We divorced after Aera was born. Her mother suffered from heavy postpartum depression. She didn’t find herself fit to raise a child.”

“Oh my God Mr. Suh, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You apologize profusely. Johnny fast to reassure you with his hands held up to let him continue.

“It’s okay, because I couldn’t love Aera more. She’s my entire world. My little princess. I’m willing to sacrifice anything for her.” His eyes sparkle, comforting you as he speaks with pure love. Remembering just yesterday how he spent hours at the park with his daughter. Too exhausted yourself to wait for them to leave. Johnny didn’t even seem affected by the long evening.

“That’s really amazing.” You chime in, flitting a look past him inside the house where Aera sits enjoying her time. Living the life of a happy child all thanks to her father. “My dad was never in the picture, personally.” You share in return. Feeling the need to even out the personal information.

Johnny seems surprised by your admission. Apologizing under his breath.

“It’s nice to see a single dad taking care of his daughter like this.” You continue. Acknowledging Johnny with a finger in his direction. “I can tell you’re a good father.”

“Ah..I try to do my best.” he blushes, rubbing at his nape shyly. Waving you off as he reaches for the door handle. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Yup. First day!”

Johnny smiles widely again. Mid-day sun enhances his soft brown eyes. Sparkling vibrantly as he says goodbye and tells you to get home safe.

Resting butterfly wings come to life on your walk home. Crashing against your ribcage with visions of rosy cheeks and pools of honey passing through your mind.

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“I hope I’m just like Princess Serena when I grow up.” Aera twirls around. Following along with the same movements Sailor Moon displays on the tv. Her dress lifts magically, assisted by the powerful blow of air conditioning. Johnny blasting the A/C as you ran up to the house just in time with beads of sweat on your forehead.

“Of course you will be!” You perk up. Crawling around on your knees to gather all of her toys from the living room floor. “Princess Aera is destined to be even more beautiful, at least that's what my kitten Artemis told me last night.”

Aera lets out a cute gasp of shock, clasping her hands together as she continues to dance around lost in her daydream.

Johnny’s watching you two from the dining room with the most endearing smile. Having gotten out of classes earlier today, just in time to find his daughter coloring your eyelids with cheap non-toxic glitter glue. He huffs a light chuckle as you approach lugging a bag of Barbie dolls. Pointing to his head with a nod at yours.

“Princess play today?” He asks.

“Huh?” You scramble reaching for the plastic tiara tangled in your messy hair after hours of hanging out with Aera. Today had indeed been ‘the two princesses from other realms meeting for the first time only to discover they’re sisters’. She has quite the large imagination you’d learned within the first few hours alone.

“One of my Aera’s favorites. I’ve let her watch too many Barbie films. Now picture me prancing around with one arm in one of those plastic frilly pink dresses. I’m not allowed to play the prince, obviously. The prince must be handsome, is what Aera says.” Johny laughs. Gently sweeping the fallen strands away from your face once you finally manage to detangle the tiara trapped in the largest knot.

“But you are very handsome!” You blurt out. Mortification fills your chest, turning to look away only to nestle into Johnny’s palm. It’s soft and calloused, warm yet rough. Maintained with lotion to avoid cracking skin, but beat up from years of labor around the house. It feels like.. Johnny. What Johnny would feel like based on his looks. “I.. sorry.”

His thumb grazes your cheekbone before you make an attempt to move. “I suppose I’m not handsome enough to be a prince.”

“I..I don’t think so..” your throat quivers. Eyes snapping to look over Johnny’s relaxed face. Realizing you’ve been caressing his palm for far too long now. His thumb continues to stroke your cheekbone. Other hand reaching toward the plastic crown still caught up in a couple of tendrils.

Touch drifting away from your heated up skin to focus on detangling the rest of your hair without pulling. He hums, brushing the tips of his fingers through your strands to ebb away frizz. Clearly practiced as he barely tugs on your scalp.

“You’re both right. I am no fairytale prince.” Johnny nods. The corners of his eyelids drooped down a hint.

“Huh? No, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Suh! I mean, like you are handsome. You’re very attractive!” You splutter. Forcing your teeth to grit together and form a smile despite embarrassment draining down to your fingertips.

He grins, playing with loose strands of hair near your ear. Brushing them back to reveal more of your face.

“Thank You…princess.” Johnny blinks slowly, dropping his hand away as if you’ve just burned him. Taking a step back away from you. He picks up a book from the dining table, using it to point toward his home office. Clearing his throat, he moves to leave. “I’ll be reading for a bit while you’re still here.”

“Oh? What are you reading?” You ask curiously to deter from the awkward moment. Peaking at the hardcover in his hand as you chew your lower lip to suppress any wild reaction to the nickname.

“The Rules Of Attraction.” He taps the book. “I decided to take it upon myself to do a summer reading list with my class. While they’re stuck reading George Orwell and To Kill A Mockingbird again, I’m taking the Bret Easton Ellis route.”

“Oh!” Your fingers snap at the mention of the author. “Less Than Zero!”

Johnny seems taken aback. Cradling the novel to his chest to converse with you more comfortably. “You’ve read it?”

“One of my favorites.” You boast proudly. “His first published work I believe?”

“Now, I have to ask, why is that one of your favorites?”

“I guess the alienation from everything around him. The overall distraught, downward spiral, isolation..” you try to recall. Shrugging, nodding to the book he holds “Let me know how you like that one. I was planning on starting American Psycho next.”

Johnny smiles apprehensively, an intrigued gleam in his gaze as he watches you. “I bet your English teachers loved you.”

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It had become quite tiresome to even attempt flirting with Johnny. He knew how to shoot you down in the most asinine way. Too dumb to even realize what he was doing. You couldn’t feel offended by his lack of pursuit. Afterall, he never failed to remind you of your age difference. Treating you more like a second child than a potential love interest.

Grumbling to yourself, you clean up the mess you made with Aera today. Johnny prepares dinner for the two of them in the kitchen before you leave for the evening. The phone rings, pausing both of your ministrations.

“I’ll grab it!” You shout, popping up to scramble toward the houseline. Johnny jogs from the kitchen with a ‘got it!’. The two of you crash together before either of you reach the phone. Beeping as it goes to voicemail. Johnny’s arm loops around your waist to control the collision. The both of you watching the machine as a woman’s voice permeates.

‘I suppose I have called at a bad time. I happened to find an ad in the paper today. Maybe it was destiny.. my grocery aisle prince was looking for me afterall it se—‘

Johnny nearly topples you over as he reaches to shut off the device. Anger overtaking his features, scrambling to hit the delete button.

“What are you doing! Stop!” You panic. Wrapping around his large forearm with both of your hands in an attempt to make him move. Johnny hits to erase the message as you fail to even make him budge.

Lifting a brow, he eyes over the position you’ve landed in. Clinging onto him like a monkey hung on a tree branch.

“What’s going on?” He asks. Directed at the implication behind your actions.

“Why..” you stutter, licking at the roof of your mouth dryly. “Why did you delete that?!”

Johnny waves it off, removing you off his arm. He dusts off his shirt that wrinkled in the process. “It’s just some stupid kid looking for a laugh. Don’t worry about it.”

“But!” You stammer. Pointing at the machine. “Don’t you have caller ID?! You need to call her back! She sounded interested in.. I don’t know! A date?”

Johnny watches you try to come up with an explanation. Hands on his hips and brows twisted together confused.

“Trust me, it’s nothing serious.” He brushes it off again. “Some silly kids trying to get a rise out of an old man like me is all.”

Your shoulders fall, lost for words to come up with. Built up guilt clawing at your insides. Reminded of how you have only added to shattering Johnny’s confidence. May as well be carrying a hammer for him to know what type of awful person you are.

“You think I need to date that badly huh?” Johnny speaks up, breaking your inner turmoil eating away at you. He shrugs, a lackluster expression taking over his handsome face. “I can’t relate to 99% of humanity, honestly. Dating is hopeless for me.”

“I can’t relate to humanity much either..” you agree. Discouraged as you try to make him feel better. “But, I don’t think it’s completely hopeless?”

Johnny forces a smile, for your sake only. Patting your arm before returning to the kitchen.

“That makes one of us.”

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Johnny’s rushing home again. Meetings after class had ended up extending his stay to much later in the evening than usual. He texts you numerous apologies adding in that you deserve a bonus for putting up with him.

If only he knew the type of bonus you were determined to get.

“Thank you for staying late. I’m sorry about that, I didn’t realize this meeting would run so long.” Johnny says breathlessly. The front door slamming shut behind him as he rips off his coat. Handsome as ever wearing a tucked in collared button down. Tie hanging loose on his neck with the first few buttons undone while sitting in traffic. His spine cracking loudly with a stretch and slump.

“Oh, no worries. It happens.”

“You’re not walking home, right?” He asks, concerned. Giving the window a double take for you to see how dark it is.

“I just walk a couple of blocks to the station. My cars in the shop, a busted headlight.” You shrug. Gathering your belongings. Johnny’s tongue clicks soundly, his keys jingling.

“I can’t let you walk home this late, it’s way too dark outside. I won’t be able to rest peacefully.” Johnny retorts.

“Oh no worries Mr. Suh” you ward him off with a wave of your hand. “I walk home late all the time. This isn’t exactly an area known for high crime rate.”

“Nonsense. It’s not safe for a beautiful young girl to walk alone at night.” Johnny lifts his arms shooing you toward the front door to exit. “I won’t take no for an answer. You texted me that Aera’s all tuckered out and sleeping. I won’t be long, you live pretty close right?”

Coming to a halt near the door you cock a brow his way. Tuning out any words after the subtle compliment passed from his lips. Adjusting the strap of your bag nervously, you turn to face him- “..beautiful?”

Johnny stiffens a bit, now bypassing your question as he pulls on his coat again.

“Of course.” He forces a tight lipped smile. Shaking his keys out of habit with another nod toward the front door.

You follow after him, shuffling faster to catch up to his long stride. Johnny able to move faster on such long legs. He reaches to open the passenger door for you, stopped by the brush of your fingers along his wrist.

“You think..do you really think I’m beautiful?” You ask him with more confidence. Time is fleeting as days spent taking care of Aera lack Johnny’s presence. Leaving you craving for more time with him, coming up with excuses to clean or help him cook up dinner when he’s too tired after work. Confidence could quickly turn to desperation, with Johnny’s summer semester ending soon. What use would he have for you then?

With his lips pursed together, he opens the car door despite your figure blocking the way. Unlocking it, left only a crack open.

“Look at you.” Johnny trails off. Gaze darting over your face lit up by dim street lamps. Shadows of tree branches and leaves passing with the wind. His chest pounds, having to take deep breaths to cool the tingle traveling down to his guts. “You know you’re stunning. I’m sure your boyfriend reminds you every time he sees you.”

“I don’t..” you grimace, confessing something your best friend pestered you about enough. “I’ve never really had a boyfriend.”

“What?” He takes a step back. One foot on the sidewalk curb as the other sets down on the street near his car's tire. His face dawned an actual look of surprise. “Never?”

“I’m not..” you start, anxiously shifting foot to foot. “I’m not inexperienced. I just haven’t found someone who.. I feel a connection to… At least I hadn’t.”

Johnny averts his eyes, adamant to avoid addressing your last sentence. “It takes time. Don’t worry about it. You will find someone who..” he huffs, thinking over his advice. “There is someone out there for all of us. Figure out what you really want first. It all starts with you.. maybe you don’t know what you’re looking for yet?”

“I guess.. I want someone who sees my demons and plays with them instead of running away in fear.” You mutter, mostly under your breath. Blinking away the rush of moisture gathering at your lashes. “I’m tired of feeling like I’m stuck in some never ending horror movie with no hope to escape.”

“No one’s perfect.” Johnny speaks softly. His voice sounds fresh out of the dryer like a fuzzy blanket draped over your shoulders. Wrapping you with comfort, advice only one who has been through more than enough can provide. “You have to let people in. Maybe you’re the one running.”

Tilting your chin up, you take in Johnny’s creased skin. Lifting your thumb to smooth away the lines etched deeper than usual beneath the pools of honey permanently ingrained in your dreams these days. Evidence of how tired he is after hours spent with teenagers. He moves barely, just enough to let you know he likes it. Lazed eyelids falling shut for longer than a second to enjoy the full experience of your tracing thumb.

“Would you?“ You question wearily. Drawing a path down the bridge of his nose to the space just above the jut of his curved out upper lip.

Johnny swallows, long neck doing nothing to hide the bounce of his Adams apple. Flicking his gaze to lock on yours, he circles your wrist. Pausing you just as you’re about to stroke the ridge of his lip. “You shouldn’t do this. Not with me.”

“and why not?” You do your best to restrict the petulant whine wishing to escape. Jerking your gaze away from his mouth to scowl at him.

“You’re just so young..” Johnny hesitates. Having to bite down on the back sides of his tongue. He sets your arms down, letting out a tired sigh. “and I’m..an old man with a kid. You can do better than me.”

“I’m not! And I’m old enough to know what I want! I’m an adult!” You boldly state. Ripping free of his loose hold. “Johnny..I—“

“Mr. Suh.” Johnny is quick to correct you. Fitting you with a pointed stare, hard enough to weaken you on the spot. He shakes his head with a hard swallow. “Listen, it’s late. It’s been a long day for both of us I’m sure. Get in the car okay? Your mother is probably worried.”

Making the quick decision to not put up a fight you get in the car. The short ride home is stiff, silent. Distracted by picking at your nails to ignore the sense of crushing weight on your shoulders. Johnny seems no better, opening and shutting his mouth as if he has no clue what to say from here.

He parks nearby your apartment complex letting you direct him. Old car engine rumbling through the humid summer night air. Releasing your seatbelt, you angle your torso to face him.

“I’m sorry.” You grieve. Throat lodged tight with nerves as you go on. “I’m just so sick of everything and everyone lately. Most days, it feels like you’re the only person I look forward to seeing anymore.”

Johnny’s long fingers drum against the steering wheel. Gripping it before he turns to look at you. His drowsy features even more drained after the quiet awkward drive.

“This will pass. You’ve been around me more than you have been around guys your age these days. Once you start school again, you’ll see.” He explains. A glint of pain passing his pupils as they shake.

“Why can’t I just do what I want?” You ask him, defeated. Maybe Johnny had a point.

He seemingly struggles momentarily. Licking his lips as they part open once again, stopping himself from saying more. With a slump of his shoulders and his forehead wrinkling down the middle he answers you with another question- “What do you want?”

Leaning forward, you grab onto the divider between your seats. Cocking your head to the side almost submissively. Johnny’s breath audibly catching at the action. Watery eyes watching the nervous twitch his nose gives. “Don’t you like me?”

Johnny doesn’t make any moves to reply. Lost in a trance as he stares at you. Focused on the way your lips pout as you ask him something he can’t find in himself to answer.

The small voice willing you to do better in your mind kicks and screams. Breaking free of the binds keeping you in place shouting out ‘fuck it!’. You surge forward with a jolt of renewed motivation. Lips landing firmly on Johnny’s plump ones. Softer than a cloud, more of a dream than you’d even imagined.

His resistance melts faster than burning candle wax. Easing into the pillowy texture of your inviting mouth. He kisses like a man starved, deprived of this intimate touch for far too long. Front teeth clicking against yours at first as he practices to find a comfortable placement. The tip of his nose squished into the crevice of yours moving to deepen the kiss.

Sharing short breaths of air, you both attack each other's lips. Johnny effortlessly takes over control, maneuvering you to the way his neck leans in. Adjusting yours to arch back as you gasp, suffocating under his powerful lips. His bottom lip slips between yours. Too easy to nibble at the plump smooth flesh. A groan emitting from deep in his throat when you bite down.

He pulls away abruptly. Mouth reddened and swollen already from your passionate kissing. Lower lip hanging numbly as he catches his breath with a dazed wide-eyed look.

Focused on your hormones raging, you inch closer for more- “Johnn—“

“No!” He blows out fearfully. Interrupting you and dodging your touch with a swift turn of his upper half. Fast to grip onto the steering wheel again, his hands tremble. “Please. Please get out of the car.”

“It’s okay, Johnn—“

“Please.” His tone softens. Eyelashes fanning his cheeks staring down at his lap. Shame washing across him the more you make him ask.

As much as it hurts to open the car door and exit. You respect his wishes with a silent goodbye. Anticipating a call the next day that your services would no longer be needed.

It made no sense to you why Johnny refused to let you in. ‘Look at you.’ He said with such conviction, probably only to stop your delusions from creating fantasies that Johnny Suh could possibly find anything special about you.

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The call never came, not even a text message. Johnny continued to let you babysit. Aera none the wiser that you lusted after her father. He managed to avoid you over the next few weeks. Probably buying time until your contract ends with no plan to extend you for extra help.

While Aera napped you cleaned up around the dining room table. Collecting the mess of markers and colored pencils scattered everywhere after four hours of trying to replicate the Negaverse off stills from google image search.

With only 5 days left before Johnny’s last days of summer school you felt like a zombie. Neglecting your friends' messages and pestering phone calls. Turning your ringer off and swiping away any notifications. It’s not as if any of them would be from Johnny.

He wouldn’t be home for another hour. The only time you did happen to catch a glance of him as he spared you no more than a nod on your way out. Not even greeting you to open any potential conversation.

Other than watching over Aera, you only saved energy to recall details about this summer. From the first time you had seen Johnny at the diner, to watching him with his daughter at the park. All of it collected in your binder behind the personal ad and babysitting ad you had cut out to save along with your memories.

Even wandering throughout the upstairs as she napped somedays to end up inside of Johnny’s bedroom. As wrong as you knew it was, you couldn’t contain yourself. Snooping around through his drawers in hopes of finding something incriminating. He just seemed too perfect to be real. Even his dirty clothes hamper smelled amazing, because yes, of course you picked up his shirt from the day before to sniff while rolling around in his bed. The blankets and pillows crisp as if a hotel maid had come in and fixed up his entire bedroom every morning.

Nothing about this man signaled red flags. Even as you sat on your knees picking at a locked door in his bedroom with a bobby pin. It had to be an extra closet or something. Maybe a depraved sex dungeon to protect his wholesome image. Ever curious, you had to find out what was in there.

With a curse after your fifth failed attempt you leave the door alone. Escaping with a small rug burn on your cheek from trying to get a peek inside through the crack between the floor and door. It was no use, whatever that room led to was clearly none of your business.

That didn’t alter how perfect Johnny came off. Waking up at the crack of dawn while Aera visited lala land to get in an early workout. He was always scented of soap, fully dressed and nursing the last sips of morning coffee when you arrived to babysit. Beaming with white teeth and his hair slicked back, he levitated past you each morning like a vision straight out of a dream.

Johnny would be hard to move on from. It didn’t help that he only made it easier by doing everything to avoid further interactions with you. The message was loud and clear. That’s why they call it a crush, right? because it hurts like a bitch.

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Mr. Suh- ‘Aera’s friend is having a slumber party tonight for her Birthday and water park adventure tomorrow. I’ve left a key under the front doormat. I won’t be home until late due to final gradings. If you could please lock up on your way out and return the key where I’ve left it, much appreciated. Thank you.’

Johnny’s text message is straight to the point. No personalization behind it. Clear cut, if he wanted more, he’d do something about it.

Once Aera was all set in the backseat of her friend’s mother's van, you waved her goodbye from the sidewalk. Staring at the house you’d grown comfortable in over the last couple of months. It felt bittersweet as the imminent ending approached. Aera would go back to school soon, and Johnny’s schedule would return to normal without having to worry over who would watch his daughter while he worked.

With no rush to head home and return to your reality of a negligent mother harassing you to move out, you settle down on the couch. Flipping through the channels you didn’t have at home in search of something to watch for the next hour.

Johnny wouldn’t be home for some time. Figuring there was no point in not kicking off your shoes and relaxing for a bit. Finally spending your summer vacation doing what you should have been: absolutely nothing productive.

“Shit!” You shoot up from the couch. Scrambling to pick up wrappers of snacks you’d been munching on while catching up on Euphoria when you realized Johnny has an HBO subscription. The garage door shuts noisily, cursing under your breath as you trip over your discarded shoes. You shove the trash inside your purse. Sitting up and grabbing your belongings as fast as possible.

“Hello?” It’s Johnny. Of course. Who else would it be. Footsteps make way inside, stopping as they enter the main entrance near the dining room. Planning your escape, you glance toward the backyard, patting your bag as you tiptoe over. The realization that you never grabbed your phone and binder from the dining table impales you like a high speed truck.

“Fuck!” You mentally hiss. Left with no choice but to reveal yourself to the owner of the house

Johnny’s scowling as you enter the room. Holding open your binder to the page that has his newspaper ad glued. Circled with red sharpie from the day you first read it and decided to prank him. He looks up, landing on your surprised face with fury overtaking him.

“What is this?” He sounds rageful, holding up the page to you. “Why do you have this? How..why! Why would you have this!?”

“Johnny, I can explain!” You fret, speeding to get closer to him. The binder gets torn away from your fingertips as you reach for it. Johnny ripping through the pages you’ve written your private thoughts in over the past 7 weeks. Darting over words confessing your unyielding crush, the mean joke that led you to him. The photo you snuck from an album of him for keepsake.

“Are you..” Johnny’s bewildered. Eyes bulging from his sockets, glaring at you with a hint of scare. “Are you stalking me?”

“Johnny, no! It’s not that..”

“Stop calling me that!” He yells deeply. Voice booming out hard enough to make you cower into yourself. Timidly finding purchase in the wall behind you. “What is this! Huh?! What type of sick fucking joke are you playing here? You think I didn’t see you lurking around in my bedroom?!”

Your jaw drops, confused. Mortified when his words piece together. Johnny nods. “I have hidden cameras all over. You really think I’d so easily trust a stranger to watch my child in my house?”

“I can explain, Mr. Suh!” You cry, tears rushing out uncontrollably. Displaying your palms in an act of surrender. Johnny’s head drops back from the disbelief, rubbing his face harshly. “Please please! Let me explain please!”

“Right now. Start talking.”

Taking a big round of sniffles you inhale to fill your lungs. Pressed to the wall as tremors roll up your limbs intensely. Digging the edge of your palms under your eyes, you cover your face, croaking as you begin. “I called you from the personal ad. To meet at the diner. I shouldn’t have done that, and I regret it! I was bored.. and stupid! So stupid! I wasn’t thinking about how much it could hurt you. I’m sorry, Mr. Suh! I’m so sorry.”

“Why would you do this?! and then apply to babysit my daughter? What’s wrong with you!” Johnny’s livid as he shouts. Every vein bulges out of his neck. The ones tracing up the sides of his forehead pulsating rapidly. He throws your binder aside, crashing as it lands hard enough for the spine to break.

“Because I like you!” You cry harder, an ugly cry at this point. Arms flailing as you raise your voice to get in a word. “I like you so much!”

Overwhelmed by the amount of emotions consuming you, your knees buckle. Collapsing forward until your nose smashes between Johnny’s chest. He stiffens, sighing. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he reaches his other arm around your waist to hold you in place.

“You like me?” Johnny scoffs. Upper lip curling in to quill his temper. “You like me.. so you made a plan to hurt me? For no reason?”

“I’m sorry.” You wail. Ruining Johnny’s work shirt with your damp cheeks. Swallowing down wads of snot clogging your nose with a cough. “I’m so sorry. I was wrong, I’m an idiot. I really just wanted to know you. I like you so much Johnny..”

He lets out a drawn out sigh. His arm drops from your waist making you fall to your knees. Standing straight, he looms large above you. Neck long, glaring down at you with hooded eyelids. The tip of his tongue drags between his lips. An annoyed sound clicking inside his throat.

He pinches your chin between thumb and index finger, jerking your neck to arch back and look up at him. Nostrils flared in outrage, he nods. Turning your face side to side taking in your pathetic distraught appearance.

“You like me, so you stalk me? Is that it?”

“No!” You cough, doing your best to sit up. Clutching at his thighs for assistance. “I started to like you! Once I saw you with Aera. After I got to know you more.. you’re such a good father. You make me feel..” you mumble off, embarrassed. Unsure how much more humiliating this entire ordeal could get. “Valued. Self worth. You’re..comforting.”

Johnny doesn’t seem to react. His mouth is tight, continuing to watch the quiver of your lower lip. “Why would you have any interest in me? Except as an amusing cranky curiosity.”

“I think..” you trail off. Recalling everything Johnny’s taught you in a short amount of time. New music, recipes, books.. that you had more reason to take care of yourself than you’d thought. “you’re really cool. I guess, I wish.. I wish I’d had a father like you growing up. You’re so understanding and protective, but willing to learn.”

Johnny cups your cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the tears that won’t stop. Pitifully analyzing your bloodshot swollen eyes. He scoops under your arms lifting you to stand, still only reaching him at chest level.

“You just want someone to understand you, don’t you?” Johnny sounds calmed. Brushing hair behind your ear as he has many times before. Comforting enough to dip your face into his palm seeking after more of his gentle touch. “For someone to play with your demons, not run away for once.”

You stare up amazed, grabbing onto his chest for more help to keep yourself steady. Johnny bends his knees to meet you at a closer eye level. His voice lowering to a whisper- “You think you can handle my demons? Will you run away from them like the others before?”

Before you can shake your head ‘no’, Johnny’s lifting you off your feet and making way to the couch. He spins you fast, almost tipping over if not for his sturdy arms snaking around your waist. Back flush against his chest as he sits you down on his lap.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Johnny’s lips smear down your wet cheek. Licking up the tears that have tracked down past your collar, melting between your breasts. The dry tears staining your cheeks beneath fresh spills. His palms cup around your inner thighs spreading you open over his lap. Ass nestled right against his hardening groin. Gasping in his face as it nudges your bottom. Thick and heavy where it buries against your panty covered ass. “Just wanted someone to make you forget how fucked up you are.”

“N-no..” you stutter, turning to dig your nose into his cheek. Eyes falling shut blinking away another rush of hot tears. “You. Wanted you only. Wanted you to take everything away. To.. take care of me.”

“And what do you need me to take care of first?” Johnny queries. Angling his face to rub his nose along yours. One hand smoothing up to cup around your covered mound. His palm meeting moistened cotton, landing with a sound of wetness. A hot rush of embarrassment attempts to pry your legs shut. Johnny letting out a snarky sound of dismay, rolling tender skin at the top of your inner thigh between his thumb and index finger. Just enough to sting and threaten a harsher pinch with his short nails if you go against him.

“Joh—..” you hiss, trembling back into his chest. Pelvic pushing forward to meet the edge of his palm.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” He tuts. Burying his palm to your mound with more strength. His forearm flexes large, thick enough between your thighs to leave your mouth gaping in awe. “Answer me properly.”

Blinking up, you gaze at his glittering sleek eyes. A concentrated studying look staring down at you. Even seated Johnny’s neck craned high above yours. Engulfing your frame with his mass size to make you feel even smaller, helpless. Eager to give yourself over to him. Picturing Johnny lifting you up only to break you. Squeezing you down to a crumbled mess of dust between his long fingers. Make you forget pain that won’t disappear no matter how hard you try to erase it.

“Take care of me..all of me?” You whisper. Cheeks scorching as the question passes from your lips. Voice feeble and pathetic, clouded as it passes from one ear out of the other. Swallowing when Johnny leans in even closer. Licking up another batch of tears flowing freely.

“Will you be good for me, princess?” He lilts sweetly. Lips grazing yours as he uses the nickname. Capturing the gasped breath he knew you’d let out. “Will you be a good girl for daddy?”

His question slackens your jaw. The hinges deteriorate as your mouth hangs open. Johnny nudging your nose again with a ‘hmm?’

“Will you be the best girl for daddy?” He asks with more emphasis. Rubbing a firm circle over your panties. Clit trapped just underneath, swelling up needily.

“Yes..I’ll do anything.” You beg. Johnny clicking his tongue.

“Anything? Anything for who?”

Blinking your matted wet eyelashes, you swallow. Gulping loudly, vocal chords quivering- “Daddy. Anything for daddy.”

Johnny lets out a hushed satisfied sound. Ripping your drenched underwear to the side, you bite back a hiss. Skin cut by the elastic resisting his fierce pull. Sucking in his upper lip with concentration, he drags up and down your folds gathering the absurd amount of arousal. Loud squelch echoing when two fingers glide in past your entrance.

“Oh..you’re so tight.” He groans, dipping down to the first knuckle. Eyelashes fluttering against your cheek with an elated sigh. “How am I going to fit inside this little hole princess?”

His hips grind up beneath you. Cock swelling up as you roll down circling against him. Needy to feel him without layers separating you.

“Are you gonna fuck me?” You ask, hopeful. Sharing sloppy kisses between moans as Johnny’s digits scissor inside of you. Concerned you wouldn’t actually be able to fit his thick cock.

“Is that what you want?” He tuts, palming your clit for extra stimulation. Stretching your walls open with years of practice behind him.

“Please? Want you so much.” You keen. Flushing at how easily you’re willing to beg for it. At this point if Johnny asked you to get on your knees and pant like a dog, you would.

He nods against your nose, intent to make you cum before you move on to explore more. Rapidly speeding up the fingers spearing inside of you until you’re a trembling mess. The room filled by the sound of your wet cunt jerked around, splashing with each smack of his palm.

Arching against his chest, you huff noisily. A coil spiraling up from beneath your bellybutton to your chest until it spills over. Falling apart on Johnny’s hand, pulling out as you cum to watch the arousal dribble out of your clenching hole. Earning a slap over your mound as you soak through his trousers.

He sighs under you, having to stop himself from cumming in his pants to your cute whiny moans. Getting up, he pushes your underwear off to be forgotten in the living room.

“Come with me angel.” Johnny takes your hands gently. Stepping back until he notices your ankles wobbling.

“Daddy?” You question dumbly. Swooped off your feet for Johnny to carry you up the stairs. He kisses you in response, setting you down on your feet in the hallway with an arm secured around your hips.

Johnny tugs your garments off with ease. Left behind at the entrance of his bedroom as he proceeds to carry you further inside.

“You wanted to find out what was inside of here so badly didn’t you?” Johnny inquires cockily. Keeping a firm hold around your waist. He pushes in one of the keys he constantly seemed to have on hand jingling on him into the door's lock. Flicking on the lights upon entering with a kick to click the door shut behind you. The room fills with a low red light. Most still shadowed by black obscuring your sight further.

It’s another bedroom. Taking a quick confused glance, you spot a wall adorned with various whips and chains. Johnny’s lips press to your ear dragging you over to a bed placed in the middle. “Have you ever played with demons like this before?”

He sets you on the king size bed, knees sinking in as you stare up at him lost. Still reeling from your orgasm, you wobble having to hunch forward to grab onto the bedding. He stands tall and broad above you, keeping you placate with a fixated gaze. Untying the loop holding his tie together. He unbuttons his shirt with no urgency. Torturing you to watch him longer as saliva gathers around your tongue.

“Tell me what you want.” He commands, speaking to you with flattened demand. Overwhelmed by an urge to please him, you do your best to sit up on jittery knees grabbing his belt buckle.

“Can I, please? Pretty please?” You beg shamelessly. Looping his belt free like a gift you’re dying to unwrap.

“Didn’t you ask me— ‘why can’t I just do what I want?’” Johnny lilts. Nodding for you to continue. “When you ask nicely like that, how can I say no?”

Johnny appears blurred as you look up through your lashes. Blinking and turning away when his belt clatters to the floor. His large palm cups the back of your head, jerking your neck to face him.

“Don’t look away when I ask you a question.” He latches onto tufts of your hair, twisting your neck to bend back more. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“You..” gasping for air, your ears ring. The sound of your panting driving you mad. Chest heavy with desire to feel every dip and curve of Johnny’s figure.

“What was that now?”

He sounds cloudy, mixing with the heavy hard to swallow air clogging up the room. Suffocating you from inside out in a haze of lust. With another jerk of your head, his palm splays across the front of your neck, squeezing dangerously.

“Y-you..you daddy.” You choke, Johnny constricting your throat roughly making it more difficult to speak. “Want daddy’s cock. P-please.”

The hand cutting off your air flow loosens, fingers trailing to your shiny lower lip, tugging your mouth open hard. Tongue hanging out in reaction. Johnny shoves four fingers in abruptly, prompting you to gag around him. Thrusting back until he meets your tonsils. Drool dribbles out rapidly, coating his wrist.

“Where do you want daddy’s cock baby?” Johnny asks with a push on the back of your tongue. Coughing around his digits until your face heats up, pushing a new batch of tears to trickle down past your jaw. “Want it in your pretty little mouth? I don’t think you can handle it.”

Squirming your thighs together for some relief, you jolt up shaking your head. Gurgling around his long fingers filling your mouth. Clamping your lips around him with your best effort to suck, using your tongue as a form of pleading.

“Good girl.” Johnny hums. Slipping the spit covered digits free, he smears them around your face. The mascara you’ve half cried off fully destroyed as he sweeps across your eyelids. “I’ll give you what you want for being so obedient.”

Wiping the residue of your bodily fluids away on his slacks, Johnny straightens out. Long legs leading up to his hips right in front of your wrecked face. He nods down. “It’s all yours.”

Catching your breath, you suck down the drool permeating from the corners of your lips. Shaky hands reach for the button of his pants, mentally cursing over how unstable you feel. Biting down on your lip as Johnny’s black briefs come into view. This close he’s warm beneath your touch. Dick fully chubbed up stretching the material over him painfully.

Intimidated by his massive size, you reach inside timidly. The girth hot and wide in your hand, too thick for your fingers to even meet around. Johnny pushes his briefs lower, adjusting your head to watch. Cock and balls unveiled as he pulls down his boxers underneath.

“I-I..I..d-don’t know..” you stammer. Licking your dried lips nervously. Johnny’s size sits weighted in your palm, straining your wrist as you give him an experimental stroke. Precum globs out, coating the fat tip of his cock. Swiping a thumb across the slit to collect some for extra glide.

Johnny grunts with disappointment. “I told you that you wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

With a huff you scoot closer until your knees meet the edge of the mattress. Tongue lolling out like a thirsty pet willing to lap up anything your owner gives you. Johnny encourages you with a gentle pat to your crown. His stance widened to give you more room.

Giving him a tentative lick, Johnny directs you to suck in the tip. Cockhead pushing past your lips enough to crack the skin more. Hollowing your cheeks, your lips curl in to not bite down. Rewarded with a pleased groan and tightened grip on your hair.

“That’s it, pretty baby.” Johnny breathes through his nose sliding in deeper. Satisfied by how stretched your lips look around him, reaching just down past half of his length. Gagging furiously as he sinks in further, cock nestling in near complete minus a couple of inches.

“Be a good girl, take all of daddy’s cock baby.” Johnny grits. Adding praises for how good you’re taking him. Your hands seek purchase on his hips struggling to breathe. “Relax for me princess. You’re doing so so good.”

Yanking your head back for a better glide, he fucks in and out starting to build up a good enough rhythm. Burying in until your nose is pressed to the smooth skin around the base of his length. A rumbled moan sores out of Johnny’s chest. Wet and filthy as he thrust in until you’re whining around his size. Thighs rubbing together the more drool spills down to your chest. Ready to cry for him to fuck your hole harder than this.

Pulling out abruptly to catch himself from cumming too fast, Johnny prods his length against the hollow of your cheek. Copious amounts of saliva trailing after him, strings of it still attached to his glistening spit coated cock.

“You wanna swallow baby?” He asks you, gripping your hair tighter. Scalp stinging from the hold now.

Your tongue drops out in reply. Johnny mutters a string of curses. Grabbing his shaft to smear the precum still leaking from the tip on your upper lip. All swollen and glossy now, filthy just how he likes it.

Opening your jaw up wider until it hurts, you still gag as he presses into the base. Balls land against your chin hot and sticky with your spit. Johnny moving to cradle the back of your skull with both hands. He fucks in faster. All sound except you choking around his cock muted as his pace quickens nearing release.

“Fuck baby, exactly like that. Yes fuck, mouth made to take my cock.” Pushing your head down, Johnny keeps you held in place. Screaming between clenched teeth as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He pulls out to the tip giving himself one tug, spilling partially on your tongue. The excess drips down your chin and neck. Groaning as his stomach sucks in pulling out the rest of his climax. Swallowing down the extra curse words trying to pass from his lips. He chooses to regain his composure with deep breaths.

Licking over your lips, you think he even tastes perfect. Good enough to beg for seconds. Beginning to daydream of spending hours with his cock lodged down your throat unable to move. Maybe Johnny would even pinch your nose until you couldn’t breathe, if you asked nicely.

“Did I do a good job daddy?” You cough, searching for a compliment. Johnny’s lip curls up in a half-smile.

“Better than good, you’re perfection. Are you ready for more?” He questions, thumbing the rest of his cum off your chin inside of your mouth for you to swallow. You nod, throat too sore to reply.

Taking a step back, he unbuttons the rest of his shirt. Falling off with his shoved away bottoms. Johnny’s big, all over. Your eyes jump around taking him in, gulping in disbelief. Under those layers of stiff work attire he’d hidden a body trained daily. Muscles etched to perfection even with time. Only bulking up more over the years. Biceps flexing with a simple movement of his fingers.

“Like what you see?” He smirks, content with the hungry gaze fixated on him. Leaning down, he cups your thighs dropping you to lay flat on your back. Draping your calves on the expanse of his broad defined shoulders. Johnny’s size lays on your stomach. Balls pressed to your cunt as he admires your abdomen twitching in excitement under him. Dick capping just just above your navel. Petting the skin over it, he grins. Prepared to fill your insides up until your cervix recognizes him by shape.

“You’re..big. So big..” you shudder. Reaching to drag the tips of your fingers between the lines of his abdominal muscles. Swiping over defined pecs, Johnny trembles at the contact to his nipples.

“Look how wet you still are, after everything.” He claps a palm on your inner thigh. Booming loud and wet. Dripped down to the backs of your knees while you sucked him off. Johnny seems impressed, licking your arousal off. “Your pussy still needs more of me, right baby?”

You nod too fast, neck cracking embarrassingly. Johnny’s grin never falters, knees bending as he pushes forward pressing the fronts of your thighs to your chest. Constricted under his mass size, folding you in half. His upper lip folds in, concentrated on his cock thrusting between your folds. Cursing under his breath at your wetness flowing down to his sack.

“Grab onto me.” Johnny grits out. His arms snake around your waist hauling you up with him as he stands. Sinking down on his length completely stuffed full. His hips circle letting you really feel his cock carving out a space inside of you.

“Fuck..” you whimper, obsessed with feeling up his contracting arm muscles. Shoulders too large to even grasp in your hands. Your head spins, Johnny setting a brutal pace. Thighs rippled from squatting and thrusting up. “S-so big..big big..”

“Go for it baby, Come on!” Johnny’s slamming your smaller body up and down on his length without slowing. Neck veins bursting as he shouts. Cunt squeezing out spurts of slick with each pointed delivered glide of his cock. With your fingers squeezing at his bicep you bite down. Sucking on the flexed pronounced muscle until it blossoms red inside your bites. Gnawing and lapping up the area between your choked moans.

Johnny’s sweat drips fast and heavy. Hair soaked falling around his face. His chest glistening like oils being rubbed in to enhance his hard work.

Growling through gritted teeth, his cock drills into faster. The room filled with sounds of skin slapping together incessantly. Johnny’s thighs burn, shouting as he drops on top of you back on the bed. Hips never stopping, he fucks with extra force. Cock twitching as another release steadily approaches.

Each thrust rearranges your insides, rolling your eyes to the backs of your sockets. You cum aggressively. Clutched around his length too hard, Johnny has to stutter to a stop. Whining as he tries to pull out, cock slapping over your mound shooting white ropes up to your breasts. His face contorting from the strong climax hitting him full force.

He falls to your side trying to catch his breath. Body unreal under the red lights and glow of sweat. Turning to your side you pinch at your markings left behind on his arm proudly. Fiending to leave more, on his thighs, hip indentations, the slender dip of his waist.

Calming down, Johnny turns to look at you. Tickling down your messy cum covered stomach to rub your clit. You hiss pushing back into the bed.

“Sensitive..”

He looks down, your eyes following to where he’s still hard. Lifting a brow blown away by the amount of stamina he has.

Biting your lip, you place his fingers lower. Tight hole fluttering on contact. His mouth parts with surprise, sitting up excited. He moves you into a more comfortable position. Avoiding the wet spots you’ve left behind on the bedding.

Johnny doesn’t hesitate to place your thighs on his shoulders. Laying on his stomach to tongue at your rim. He slurps and licks your hole urging it to open up for him. Tongue prodding and dipping in until you’ve relaxed enough to let him ease a way in.

Able to wiggle inside now he sounds obscene. Sucking up the saliva that pools down to your ass. Pulling out he spits, rubbing two fingers in a circle around your rim. Twitching as he teases you to relax and open up more for him.

“You sure about this?” He asks with a kiss to your rim. Lips gently pouting into it.

“Please, stop holding back.” You whine, grabbing your cheeks to hold yourself open more for him. Johnny groans diving back in, laving your hole until it’s pulsing. Body asking him to get inside. “God..please Joh—“

Johnny sits up, brow lifted clenching his jaw. “What was that?”

“I…” a finger shoves in before you can come up with an excuse. Johnny thrusting in and out of your tight hole watching as you contract around him, picturing his cock in place.

“Who are you asking to stop holding back now princess?” He asks again. A seriousness behind each word. Adding another finger to start stretching your rim open. You writhe down, staring at him apologetically.

“Daddy…I meant to say daddy.”

“Mmm, I’ll let it pass this time.” Johnny feigns annoyance. Brushing the tips of his fingers deep inside of you for a while until you look peaceful. Slowly drawing out, he climbs off the bed, returning with a clear small bottle of lube.

He could be mean and squeeze it directly into your hole, opting to warm up the liquid before pressing two fingers back inside of you. Stroking his cock with his other hand, making sure to evenly coat himself to make this less painful. Even if you’ve taken anyone before, there was no way they would compare to him.

Once you’re stretched out enough, seeming to enjoy the sensation. He spreads the excess lube between the crevice of your ass. Holding onto the base of his size as he positions you into a more fitting angle.

Letting your thighs rest on his hips, Johnny circles your rim. Cockhead pushing in and out experimentally. Mesmerized by the way you convulse trying to capture him with each pull out. Playing with your hole repeatedly until you make a sound, nudging his lower back with your foot. Throat rested and tired by now.

“Want me to fuck your ass full that badly don’t you?” He says, gliding in closer. Cockhead finally breaching further. Having to slow himself down to inch you lower onto his size.

It takes longer to fully accommodate him this time. Johnny having to take breaks whenever you whimper too loud. Rubbing circles on your thighs and hips with his thumbs until you relax enough to let him get in. Pelvic finally meeting your bottom after ten minutes of trying. He has to take longer breaths to cool the heat stirring in his stomach. Gripped too tight, ready to let go inside your ass before even moving.

“Calm down for me baby.” Bending over, Johnny kisses up your warm cheeks. Tired eyes admiring his patience with you. Shifting his hips slightly to give you some sense of what's to come. “The more you relax, the better it will feel.”

“I’m ready daddy.” You nod. The glisten returning to your eyes signifying more tears to come. Johnny continues to soothingly rub up and down your sides to distract you. Giving himself extra time to get used to how suffocatingly tight you feel.

Letting out a sharp exhale, Johnny eyebrows furrow. Chancing a thrust and rolling his hips down. Muscles maddeningly clench around his cock with each small movement. His teeth grind, having to pull on his hair to control himself from thrusting faster.

“Daddy please.. I can take it. I promise.” You beg him to unleash already. The familiar tears return, this time for your craving to be ruined.

Johnny can’t contain himself any longer. Bucking forward hard enough to jostle your body further up the bed. Your legs open up further to welcome him in. Pulling out longer with each thrust, he slams in harder until you’re finally loosened up. The unmistakable sound of pleasure bellows out in your long drawn out moans. Johnny takes it as a sign to move freely, holding onto your shoulders to not fuck you off the bed. His thrusts grow louder, hitting the backs of your thighs with impact.

“You’re so tight for me baby.” He pants. Thrusts picking up, lifting your lower half off the bed until he’s ramming inside your ass with nothing in the way. Johnny’s arms give out, thighs working extra hard to keep fucking you how you deserve. Toppling over he bites down on your neck with a muffled groan.

“Keep fucking me please, don’t stop. Don’t s-stop, don’t stop!” You beg suddenly. Blinking away the overwhelming high consuming you trying to focus on Johnny’s practiced thrusts. Losing the battle to a new high of pleasure, your mind blacks out. Scratching at his shoulders and chest. Another orgasm passes through you like white noise. Ears too fogged to even hear your desperate cries.

Johnny tries to hide his cry in the juncture of your neck. Unable to thrust anymore with your deadly grip on him. He finishes, cumming inside your ass, only just noticing how hard you’re tearing up. Slowly pulling out, he picks you up to sit in his lap.

“Shhh shh, calm down angel.” He luls, petting your sweat drenched hair back. “It’s okay. Daddy’s here, daddy’s going to take care of you.”

He cradles you like this for a while, losing track of the amount of time. Wiping away all the new tears that continue to river out.

“Can you talk to me baby?” He whispers. Kissing from the tip of your nose up to the space between your eyebrows. “You still with me?”

You nod silently. Mumbling apologies that Johnny shushes away. Tracing your lips with his thumb until you’re kissing back.

“Good girl. The best.”

“Want more daddy.. can you fuck me again?” You request shyly once you’ve calmed enough. Thirsting to feel Johnny splitting you open once more.

“Shh, don’t talk like that angel. Good girls only listen. Get on your knees for me.” Johnny directs you. Pointing to an area on the bed for your to move to

“Like this?” You ask with confusion. Looking at him over your shoulder as you turn to show him your backside.

“I told you to stay quiet.” He reprimands. Pushing your shoulders down until your breasts smash against the bed. With a scoff his palms smooth down your figure, tracing the dips of your waist, rounding out over your hips. Hand disappearing quickly, landing against your bottom with a snapping hit. Jostling your face deeper into the bed, you cry for more. Met with another succession of hits until your buttcheek stings. Ass rippling from the impact of each hit.

“You know what happens when you don’t listen to daddy?” Johnny asks, not expecting much of an answer. Pushing one of your wrists up closer to the headboard. Your shoulder aching under the stretch, the sound of metal clasps together around you. Tugging uselessly as he cuffs you to the bed.

Moving around behind you, he returns less than a minute later. Thin leather straps drag across your ass, tickling as they swipe between your thighs. Shining in the aftermath of your wetness and cum splattered on your thighs.

Your head shakes, unable to answer, that’s when the first hit lands. Streaking multiple shots of pain across your lower half. Johnny holds you down with one hand pushing between your shoulder blades. The flogger sounds like whips with each land on your skin. Angling it to smack right between your thighs until your cunt feels raw and swollen.

“Please daddy!”

“Please what baby?” Johnny taunts you with a coo. Focusing on bruising the backs of your thighs with hit after hit. “Hmm? Can you take more?“

“Yes yes..fuck, God yes.” You mumble brainlessly. Wrist limply jerking in the handcuffs. Johnny grunts satisfied, smoothing his cooled palms over your heated flesh. Pecking the perky rise of your ass before positioning behind you.

“Good girl. Pretty baby have one more for me?” He’s circling your sore entrance. Dipping just the tip in with the question. Nodding weakly, your hips canting back for more. “Just like that sweetie.”

Motivated by the praise, you sink back lower. Cock gliding in nearly to the brim from your overeagerness. Johnny taking the opportunity to fuck you until you’re bending hard enough for your ribs to stick out at the harsh angle. Having to bite back a shout at how deep he feels hitting you from the back like this.

“Wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks taking me princess.” Johnny sighs, rubbing your waist, shallowly thrusting. Completely open for the taking. He buries in only slowing down to drag out to the tip. Groaning as he watches his length disappear inside of you over and over again. “Everything about you is just so pretty.”

“D-don’t stop..make me c-cum again. Need y-your cum.” You think you ask, words jumbling together in your brain. Fucked out and fuzzy, unable to form coherent thoughts let alone words.

“Where do you need it baby?” Johnny grunts, cock stirring inside at a dizzying rhythmic pace. Filled to the brim by the entirety of his length making it harder to let him pull out with each inch just barely thrusting out. With your grasping at the ruined bedding, you roll your head back to gaze up. Reaching back with your free hand, you scratch at his muscles, flesh rising beneath your nails.

Johnny slaps your thigh with a held back hiss, pressing you down under his weight until the backs of your thighs ache and strain.

“Daddy please, please don’t stop..” you breathe out, lacking air under the weight locking you in position. Johnny looked more like a large blurred figure behind you now. His muscles bursting from his biceps caging your head as he leaned over you. His throatily growls, pummeling hips forward with a harsh snap.

“You gonna cum on this dick princess?“ Johnny asks, pelvic clapping against your ass hard enough to bruise.

“Yes yes yes!” You cry, kicking at the backs of his thighs. The soles of your feet clap against his skin noisily from the impact. Johnny rams into the brim with heavy pointed thrust. Pushing trapped air out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. Cunt milking at his length to get what you want. “Daddy, inside! Inside me please!”

“Come on pretty baby, need you to cum first.” Johnny orders, fingers brushing past your hip to massage your clit. Arching back to meet his thrusts wildly, you scream louder. Climax hitting you harder than the last few. It numbs your nerves, shooting through your spine. Last bits of energy you have left used to grip around the length continuing to push past your closing walls.

“God! Fuck!” Johnny growls. Forcing his engorged cock inside you to reach his release. His grunts play like music, throaty and deep, congested by his overexertion. He presses flush to your ass with one more deep thrust. Full balls snuggly locked against your sensitive clit. Shivering even more beneath him despite your orgasm passing. His weight rests over your back compressing your chest to the bed. Hips jerking as he fucks you full with another load.

You contract around him, begging for more in-spite of how exhausted you are. Johnny licking and biting over one of your shoulder bones. He hisses, finally softening inside of you. Palms pushing on the bed around your body to lift off. You reach back again, grasping at his hips with a broken ‘no!’. Throat hurting and sounding more like a worn down speaker. He stills, holding himself up behind you.

“What’s wrong baby?” Johnny coos. He sounds just as drained as you. Biceps shaking to keep his body from crushing you.

“D-don’t..” you whisper. Face turning to rest on the bed more comfortably. “Please.”

Johnny blinks, taking in your marked up flesh. The bites painted on your shoulders, on his biceps as well. He nods even though you can’t see.

“I got you angel.” He reassures with a gentle hold around your midsection. Turning your figure slowly without slipping out of your core. He adjusts the both of you onto your side. Littering kisses over the extra deep bite marks he’s left behind.

“Thank you..” you say, muffled against the bed. Johnny strokes up your side. Caccooning your frame with his legs and arms wrapped around you. Whispering praises for how good you did.

He pecks your cheek, catching the corner of your eye with another kiss. “Have to let me clean you up princess. I can’t let you fall asleep like this, okay?”

“I know daddy..” you sigh. Squirming against him. His cock twitching inside, biting back a moan behind you. “Don’t want you to move yet, please?”

“Of course angel, anything for you.”

Johnny lets you nap on his cock despite the desire to fuck you again while you’re passed out. Saving the idea for another day in favor of letting you rest. Today had been a lot for the both of you.

Even half asleep he made sure to run you a bath before you could fall asleep again. Gently cleaning all the residual spit and cum left behind before easing you into one of his t-shirts. Too drowsy to even realize he’d switched you to his actual bedroom, curled around your back. Softly rubbing your hip until you’ve fully knocked out.

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The sound of Johnny’s knuckles cracking echoes throughout his home office. Computer chair creaking with every spring as he leans back and forth. Keys tap away beneath the tips of his fingers. Mumbling to himself as he replies to messages.

“So many emails to get through today. So many test results to sort through.” Johnny sighs. Whipping off his glasses to massage the skin between his brows. It wrinkles together, gathering in folds. The tip of his tongue dragging along the bottoms of his top row of teeth. He clears his throat, settling back in the luxurious leather office chair he’s stuck to most weekends grading papers.

“Daddy?” Your tiny voice carries, buried beneath the large wooden desk before him. Dreamy eyes gaze up from between his firm spread apart thighs. Your cheek nuzzles against the slacks he’s wearing today. Snug fitting, showing off each of his leg muscles with every anxious bounce of his heel. Dressing up to entice you with professional attire. In reality he barely ever did, weekends were spent in old sweats, some even torn at the seams.

Johnny’s chin tucks in, a hint of deeper creasing in his smile lines at the sound of your raspy broken voice. The evidence of tired used vocal chords. His brow quirks enough to encourage you to continue on without having to tell you.

“I can help you?” You flash him a smile, sniffing along the inseam of his slacks. Nose creeping closer to his upper thigh. Eyes falling shut as you pick up on hints of faded fabric softener scent still clinging to the material. Johnny’s freshly washed body exuding a clean masculine scent beneath. Triggering a frenzy in your sore throat to find what he focused on cleansing the most this morning.

“and how exactly could you help me princess?” Johnny asks wolfishly. Head tilted to the side with a doting look. Swooping two fingers through your hair enough to reveal your facial profile. Finally ending to rest between his thighs where his bulge grows warm and hard under your cheek. Nestled against it as if you’re ready for bed. Cuddled up to a stuffed teddy bear, naively innocent and alluring.

“I can help you destress.” Planting a kiss on his thickening length, you blink up hopeful he’ll approve your suggestion. Lightly lapping up the shape of his girth over his crotch. Pants suffocating his dick the longer he allowed you to soak up the area.

Johnny directed you to sit on your knees while he worked. Good girls listen to their daddy, especially if they expected a reward later. He pets the top of your head lovingly. Chin perched on his knee as you studied his every move. With only 10 minutes gone by, you had already grown impatient. Denied showering together this morning in favor of checking his work email. Johnny insisted you would have time for fun after he completed a few tasks. Aera wouldn’t be home until later in the day anyway.

“You really think you’re ready to take me down your little throat again?” Johnny tsks. Neck bending to the side with a look of contemplation. “You cried so much yesterday baby. Had me worried sick.”

He lets out a dramatic disappointed sigh. Tapping the tip of your nose as you scrunch in dismay. Pushing his ass forward until your face is plastered against his groin. Cheek damp with your saliva drenching through the material. You let out a sound of puzzlement, ready to protest. Johnny’s palm encasing the back of your neck. Large enough to instill fear, igniting a shiver down your spine. A small motion to remind you of how easily he can handle you.

“It’s going to take more to get your throat trained for me. You can’t even take me halfway without gagging.” He continues. Long digits squeezing up the column of your neck. The tips pressing down on the center until you gasp. “I don’t want to hurt you angel. Maybe you aren’t ready to take daddy’s cock again.”

“I am!” You struggle to move. Blaring him with a look of sheer panic. Gripping around his upper thighs with insistence. “Please! Want to make daddy feel good. Please let me try again. I’ll do anything.”

Johnny coo’s, dragging his hand into the back of your hair. Threaded between chunks of strands to get a good hold on you. A small tug that lets your scalp feel tender for no more than a second. Your tongue hangs out thirsty, panting with a pleading gaze. Laving the sealed zipper that keeps you away from what you want, what you need.

Gnawing at his lower lip, Johnny sweeps the drool pooling down your chin with his other hand. Fingers lifting to your opened lips for you to clean it off.

“You will do anything, won’t you princess?” He questions seriously. Eyebrows lifted up as he awaits your response.

“Anything..anything for you daddy.”

Johnny’s chest rises fully satisfied by your demure wanton tone. Completely submitted to him. His thumb rubs at your bottom lip, still swollen from the abuse your mouth endured just hours ago. Reaching for his zipper handle, inching it lower with your gaze trained on each unveil of his briefs underneath.

“This is lesson one baby.”

a/n: need to add that this is not proofed, as usual.

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Facts, monopoly and uno for my family is fight night. We be ready to kill each other.

Honest board game titles

Getting my drawing hand ready before classes start

✨ Kyuhyun ✨

(Not all the way done)

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Why was this SO DAMN GOOD!!

FREAKS I  JUNG JAEHYUN

genre: slight humor, smut, very mature themes

warnings: cheating, slight corruption kink, poly themes, cursing, foreplay, just overall based around hooking up, weed and alcohol

preppy!Jaehyun, Badgirl!reader, bff!Taeyong bff!Ten,  Jaehyunxreader, slight taeyongxreader, slight taeyongxten and tenxjohnny,

mentions of Yuta, Hendery and Johnny. 

words: 8k

You had always gotten what you wanted, whether it be a hookup, an exclusive invitation or riling up people you hated. But the one thing you wanted most was Jung Jaehyun, the preppy boy who always did what he was told and followed closely behind his girlfriend. You would do anything to ruin him and have your name be the only one that escaped his lips. 

A/N: okay so I just want to point out that I don’t condone cheating or manipulative methods of any sort. The reader, Ten and Taeyong are very confident sexually with other people, and each other. If this fic gets enough attention I am planning on doing a prequel on reader x Taeten first encounters.  

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This was so out of your character but you just wanted him. You didn’t care if he wasn’t yours to take, you needed him. 

Your eyes lifted as the lecture room began to fill in and you unconsciously searched for that tuft of brown hair and set of dimples. You felt  your heartbeat speed up when you saw him find his seat two rows down from you, completely oblivious to your staring. 

“Still going crazy for Jung Jaehyun I see” you heard a familiar voice sing behind you as they scooted into their seat. 

“Ten please shut up someone could’ve heard you” 

“Babe I’d be extremely surprised if someone in this room didn’t know you had the hots for Jaehyun” Ten stuck his tongue out, pulling out his textbook from his backpack. 

You rolled your eyes knowing your best friend was probably right. You had been crushing on Jaehyun since you laid eyes on him a few months ago after attending one of his basketball games and when he dropped in the winning shot you were fucking hooked. 

The only problem was that Jaehyun had a girlfriend, a long term one at that. You didn’t understand what he saw in her. Apart from her looks, she was quite abrasive and had a habit of making everyone around her feel like shit. Jaehyun on the other hand was a sweetheart. He tried his best to meet everyone’s expectations and was able to adapt in many different social circles. 

Anyone else knew that going after someone who was in a relationship was a dick move, and you did get to an extent, the whole respectful bullshit or whatever. But you and Ten being the assholes that you were, thought that if there was an opening, it’s not as solid as it should be. 

“It’s simple” Ten said as the two of you grabbed ice coffee at the campus cafe, “other people usually just go head on and flirt with someone right off the bat” 

He took a sip of his drink and hummed,

“You need to play the field, you need to make them realize that their options are open.” 

“Very insightful Dr. Lee” you laughed and hooked arms with him, making your way over to a table that was covered by a cherry blossom tree. 

You and Ten noticed Jaehyun and his girlfriend emerge from the lecture hall hand in hand as she pulled him over to her pretentious group of friends. 

“I want him so fucking bad” you groaned as you continued watching him be happy with someone else. 

“Who wants who so bad ?” You heard a giggle and Taeyong, your other close friend made his way over to your table. 

“The never ending Jaehyun and y/n saga” Ten mused, making space for Taeyong on the bench. 

“Not him again” Taeyong took a sip of your coffee, “why do you always like those preppy guys ?” 

“He’s not preppy! He’s like us! You guys just don’t know the real him” you argued, your eyes still filled with stars as you watched him remove his jacket and flex his arms in his plain white tee. 

“Like us?” Taeyong pointed toward Ten, “Ten has fucked half of the swim team and four of them are still trying to get in a relationship with him.” 

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