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Your heart was beating wildly and your cheeks were numb from smiling as you let yourself be led away from the stage by the flow of the crowd.
“That was insane!” Sasha yelled over the roar of the dazed and adrenaline high fans. You couldn’t even put into words how you were feeling, and couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, so you just nodded back, eyes shining. You could scarcely process what you had just witnessed. Barely noticing the shoulders jostling your limbs, you turned back around towards the stage where the magic had just happened, taking it all in before you were completely swept away. Little bits of neon green confetti were trailing down, and your frazzled brain flashed back to a mere five minutes ago to the pop of the confetti cannons amongst the thunderous beat of Kick It as NCT 127 finished their show.
“I swear to God Mark was looking straight at me during Highway to Heaven.” Sasha said breathlessly, sweeping her long hair back with a clip. You noticed the sheen of sweat covering most of your own body for the first time. So caught up in the concert, you hadn’t realized how physically engaging being in general admission was.
The crowd began to thin as you finally pushed through the doors to the outskirts of the arena, where the smell of pretzels and the glow of green merchandise overwhelmed your senses. Sasha wasn’t as distracted as you were.
“Let’s find a bathroom. I might pee my pants.”
Sasha was always better at coming back to her senses after your craziest evenings, be it club nights, karaoke, concerts, trivia, or even going to see a movie in theaters. You guessed growing up with 4 sisters taught her to be vocal about her feelings and needs. She was naturally exuberant, and she was your best friend. You smiled and took her hand as she pulled you towards a door with a stick figure wearing a dress above it.
You leaned against the cool tile wall and stared at the ceiling as your memories of the night flashed behind your eyes. Taeil’s vocals soaring across the high ceilings. Taeyong’s sharp movements effortlessly flowing on beat. Jaehyun’s low, angelic voice tickling deep parts inside you. Yuta’s intense gaze sweeping through the crowd. Johnny’s ridiculously obscene solo stage during Focus. That one would keep you up at night for weeks.
Sasha nudged you when it was time to move up in the line, and you slowly focused on her face.
“That was insane.”
Her head turned quickly to meet yours, eyes searching before she broke out in a grin.
“Welcome back to the land of the living, babe.”
Rolling your eyes and pushing her forward in line, you slowly felt yourself come back in touch with your body. The amazingness of the night was hitting on all fronts. Mental, physical, emotional. You were wrecked. Processing even one song’s performance took so much effort, but at the same time your mind wouldn’t stop whirring and spinning and reliving it over and over and over.
Sasha flicked your arm when two stalls opened up next to each other and you slid into one and locked it. Popping the button on your jeans and shimmying them down your legs that were sticky with sweat, you sat on the toilet seat and exhaled in relief. You could hear Sasha doing the same in the stall next to yours. Then you heard her groan.
“My stall’s out of toilet paper, pass me some?”
“Coming right up.”
You balled some toilet paper up and passed it under the stall for Sasha to grab on the other side.
“Thanks babes.”
You wiped, flushed, wiggled your useless underwear and jeans up your legs (like, who wears black panties to a concert? They do nothing about the inevitable sweat that will accumulate), and met Sasha at the sinks.
“I can’t tell if you want to sleep for a thousand years or jump for 3 hours on a trampoline.” You said, stone faced. Sasha snorted.
“I can’t tell if I want to never stand up again or take seven shots and dance the night away.” She responded.
“More dancing?” You laughed, “You seriously want to dance more after that.”
“And take seven shots! Give me some credit!”
“You’re unbelievable.” You shook your head as you grabbed a paper towel and dried your hands.
“Come on,” She whined, “That performance gave me so much energy and made me so horny, I want to go make out with someone.”
That, you could relate to. Those boys were something else in person. Of course they’re beautiful through a screen, but seeing them live? Seeing them breathe? Seeing them real ? Maybe you wanted to hook up with someone too.
“Okay, yeah. Let’s do it. But let’s go somewhere a couple miles away so we aren’t at all the places that’ll be crowded with other Nctzens.”
Sasha tapped her temple. “Good thinking, captain.”
You made your way outside after stopping at the merch stand, where Sasha got a concert tank top and you nabbed a baseball hat.
“Whaddaya think, Roscoe’s?” You suggested, swiping around Google maps.
“Mmm, a little too bro-y. What about The Lighthouse?”
“Bingo.” You ordered an Uber and sniffed your armpits. “Do I smell?” Sasha smelled you and wrinkled her nose.
“Not horribly, but we should probably take slut showers when we get to The Lighthouse.” She said as she sniffed her own pits. You hummed your agreement and rubbed your arms. The Chicago weather was not feeling kind.
A black Chevy pulled up with tinted windows and an Uber light shining through the windshield. You opened the door.
“Sam?”
“That’s me. Hop on in, ladies.” Answered the man with a stiff white beard and a checkered golf hat.
Once Sam confirmed his identity, you extended an arm and bowed for Sasha to enter first.
“You always make me slide in. You should slide next time.” She grumbled as she reached for her seatbelt. You grinned back at her.
“Oh no, queens never slide.”
She smacked you with her purse.
“Enough with the Princess Diaries references!”
You pulled the door shut behind you, laughing, and buckled your own seatbelt.
“Does that make me Joe in this scenario?” Sam asked slyly.
You turned to Sasha, eyes widening in pure jubilation, to find hers exasperatedly rolled upwards.
“Don’t encourage her, Sam.” Sasha huffed.
“No, Sam, you’re the best. Five stars. Carry on. Can I call you Joey?”
That seemed to be where Sam’s Princess Diaries knowledge ran out, but he did tell you about his daughters who used to love the movies and would watch them almost every day.
The conversation lulled when you were a few minutes away from The Lighthouse, and you were content sitting there watching the world go by. It had been an unbelievable night so far, and The Lighthouse would be a great place to wind down. Or up? You still hadn’t decided which yet. When you got there you would feel it out.
The Lighthouse was one of your favorite places for dancing and chilling out. The crowd was always great and you felt safe leaving your bag at a table. Drinks were reasonably priced and it was never too quiet that you felt awkward. There was always something going on, and that’s why you and Sasha liked it.
Sam pulled to a stop outside a set of double doors with a huge neon sign above it spelling out the establishment’s name. You both thanked him and wished him a good rest of his night before popping out of the car and hurrying inside the doors.
“Hey Lance!” Sasha shouted to the bouncer. She always knew everyone everywhere you went.
“Hey Sash.” Lance lifted the barrier without checking your IDs and you breathed in the smell of alcohol and sweat. Sometimes it’s what you need.
You started heading for the bar but Sasha caught your arm.
“Showers first, remember?”
Another bathroom line, one that moved slower than the one at the concert venue.
“God, what is taking so long?” Sasha whined.
“Maybe other people took our idea and are taking their own slut showers. Maybe they brought soap we can borrow.” You chided.
“Oh shut up.”
Finally you got to the front of the line. The door swung open, and as Sasha reached for the handle and looked inside, her mouth opened in understanding.
“I always forget this place has single fucking bathrooms. This is a bar! They need stalls! People need to pee!”
“Talk to Lance about it next time he checks you out.” You gave her a push inside the door and locked it behind you. She narrowed her eyes at you before turning to the mirror and promptly taking off her shirt. You followed suit, and together you took wet paper towels and scrubbed your armpits and other sweaty areas. After you had cleaned as much as you could, you took out your extra stick of deodorant and Sasha took out her pack of gum and you put the finishing touches on your post-concert half-formed looks for the rest of the evening.
“You don’t usually wear your hair like that. It looks hot.” Sasha said, eyeing your half-up hairdo as you left the bathroom stall to dirty looks from the people in line. Oops. You must have taken longer than you thought.
“I usually only put it up when I’m home, but that concert made it so tangled that I needed that shit out of my face. Maybe if you put yours half up you’d look as hot as me.” You winked at her and she stuck her tongue out at you before linking your arms and leading you to the bar.
“Hey Jamison! Four shots of tequila and two palomas to start us off, please.” Sasha said, leaning over the bar with her credit card between her fingertips.
“You got it, Sasha.” Jamison replied, his flashy earrings catching the light as he turned around to start pouring.
You looked up to the ceiling and resigned to your fate. You were going to wind up, not down, after all. You put your hat on backwards and jumped up and down a few times to get your blood pumping.
“There you are! Let’s fucking party!” Sasha exclaimed gleefully before joining in on your jumping. You laughed together, toasted to your youth and glory, and downed the shots before taking your cocktails to the dance floor.
An ABBA song was on when you realized something was going on by the bar. You couldn’t really see, and you didn’t really care, because you were having a blast moving to the music and laughing with Sasha. But when Sasha froze, staring past you directly at the bar, you knew the commotion had to be something you should care about.
You turned around, and time slowed down as your eyes settled on a tall man with dark hair and a beautiful smile laughing up at the ceiling. You would know that smile anywhere. You would know that man anywhere. But how– why – was Johnny Suh at The Lighthouse?
A casual black button down hugged the planes of his chest, silver chain peeking out from under the collar. Well fitting dark jeans hung lazily on his hips. His feet were covered by a pair of converse, and small silver hoops adorned his ears. A stray lock of hair fell defiantly from his slicked back hair, no doubt leftover from the concert, and as he laughed, he shook his head slightly to get it out of his eyes. The barest echo of sweat from the concert left an unearthly glistening sheen on his features, and all you thought to compare him to was the sun.
His arm was around Jamison and he was talking with a few other employees. They all seemed familiar with each other. Your body refused to move an inch. You were scared to blink out of fear that he might disappear in a puff of smoke.
“You see him too, right?” Sasha said in a hoarse voice barely above a whisper. You nodded. Your eyes felt as big as dinner plates as you drank in the man who had been on stage barely over an hour before. The one you had seen in countless videos and interviews and dance practices. Here. At The Lighthouse. You didn’t know how long you stood there staring at him. You wanted to say it wasn’t more than 30 seconds, but you had had two shots and a Paloma so time wasn’t moving how it usually did. Plus, with all the movement on the dance floor between you and him, you kept having to tiptoe and crane your necks to try and see him again. Eventually, you put your heels back on the floor and dragged Sasha down with you.
“Okay. This is crazy. Like actually crazy.”
“Actually fucking crazy.”
“Actually fucking crazy,” You nodded, “But he’s obviously here with friends. He had a big night. Let’s leave him be.” Sasha looked at you with utter betrayal for a long moment before she sighed.
“Okay. For now. I will leave him alone for now. But if I have more drinks,” With the hand holding her glass by its rim, she lifted her pointer finger and aimed it straight at your heart, “I am not responsible for what happens.” You tipped your glass towards hers, took a long drink with her, and resumed your dancing. Your back deliberately faced the bar so you weren’t tempted to stare at Johnny. But, fuck , did you want to.
Sasha finished her drink. A guy brought her another one (was he familiar? You thought she’d hooked up with him before) and grabbed her hips, bringing them flush with his. You decided you needed another drink as they started grinding together, and headed towards the bar. Air flooding your lungs, you sucked in a breath before waving down Jamison.
“Can I get another Paloma, please?” You squeezed out from between two people jammed against the bar.
“Sure thing!”
You bit your lip and urged yourself not to look around to see where Johnny might be now. You didn’t have to wonder for long, though.
A few seats down from you, something spilled, and the resulting chain reaction of people instinctively springing back from the spill toppled you backwards onto someone’s shoulder. You gasped as blood rushed to your forearm, your body sounding alarms and sending reinforcements to the offended point of contact. The guy sitting at the barstool that you had landed on turned around with a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry! I got shoved, and–”
You glanced up to the group the guy had been talking to, and Johnny Suh met your gaze.
“And I got pushed. Did you spill? I can get you another drink.” You miraculously turned your attention back to the man whose shoulder you had just pummeled. His eyes warmed up and he shook his head.
“Don’t worry about it. Not your fault, and the spill didn’t get on me. Jamesie here will get me another one.” The guy grinned up at Jamison, who had returned with your Paloma. Your chin jerked in Jamison’s direction and you accepted the drink with shaky hands. Jamison rolled his eyes.
“Always so comfortable in the middle of a busy Saturday.” The guy laughed and began turning back to his group. You took this as your cue to leave, but as you turned, a soft and rich voice reached your ears.
“Nice hat.”
Oh my god. Oh my god. Why didn’t you take the fucking hat off. You squeezed your eyes shut and spun slowly back towards him, steeling yourself for this conversation that you would remember for the rest of your life. Please, say something smooth.
“Thanks, I was at a concert.”
What was that!? No shit you were at a concert! You were at his concert! He fucking knows that! Now he’ll never–
Johnny laughed. A beautiful, beautiful sound. A sound you had caused.
“Sounds fun. Was it good?” He asked, amused.
Oh, now he was playing with you. Okay.
“It was pretty good.”
His eyes widened a fraction as he surveyed you over the rim of his glass.
“Pretty good?” An eyebrow raised.
You bit your lip and blushed.
“It was great. You know it was great. I had so much fun.”
His gaze softened and he smiled at you.
“What are you drinking?”
“Paloma. Tequila’s my jam on these kinds of nights.”
“And what kind of night is this?” He asked, voice lowering mischievously.
You wiggled your eyebrows and leaned closer.
“One where anything is possible and nothing can go wrong.” You stepped back and grinned at him, and he grinned right back. He lifted his glass to yours and you cheersed while holding eye contact.
“Well, thank you for the show, it really was incredible.” You said earnestly. He swallowed his sip of drink as he nodded.
“Thank you for coming. It’s always fun playing in my hometown. Hey- what was your name?”
Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as Johnny repeated your name and stuck out his hand.
“I’m Johnny. It was nice meeting you. Maybe I’ll see you around.” He tilted his head to one side as he smiled at you. Oh god, you were going to melt.
You put your own hand out and he enveloped it in his. His grip was warm and strong, and you never wanted him to let go.
“Yeah, I’ll see you around.” You echoed fondly before reluctantly extracting your hand from his grip and turning back towards Sasha. You looked back once you reached the edge of the dance floor, and Johnny’s eyes were still on you. After taking a sip of your drink, you lifted your glass and inclined your head to him before turning and making your way through the crowded dance floor.
Holy fucking shit.
You knocked back the rest of your drink and let a grin slowly take over your face.
You just talked to Johnny fucking Suh!
Where was Sasha. You had to find Sasha.
Pushing through the crowd and earning a few dirty looks from couples that you bumped, you scanned for Sasha. It shouldn’t be this hard to spot a neon green dress.
Oh, that’s why. She was practically engulfed by the guy who had brought her a drink, his hands palming her ass and her arms wound around his neck. You couldn’t tell if they were making out already or not, but either way she needed to hear what just happened with Johnny.
“SASHA!” You yelled as you got closer. She gave no indication that she heard you. You shimmied through the last couple people between you and grabbed her shoulder.
“Sasha.”
“BABE! Where have you been?? I’ve been looking for you!!”
“I went-”
“Oh my god you look like you just got out of a sauna! Why are you all red?”
“I went to go get another drink and-”
She eyed your glass. “Okay and looks like you need another one already.” She turned away from the guy, who was glaring at you, and faced you with her hands on her hips.
“What happened in the past five minutes, you look like you ran a marathon or something.”
You took a deep breath and tried, again, to explain.
“I-”
“Wait. If you went to get a drink that means you went to the bar. Did you see Johnny? Is he still here?” She used your shoulder to steady herself as she went up on tiptoes and scanned the bar. She stilled, and came back down and met your eyes with an intensity you had only seen when she watched dance practices.
“Why. Is Johnny Suh. Staring at you.”
“ What – no he’s not –” You whipped your head around and met his stare. His stare that was, indeed, focused on you. Your mouth dropped open in a small “o” and you smiled weakly at him. His lips stretched and he nodded at you.
“Spill. Now.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you– I went to get another drink and someone spilled and I got knocked into someone who turns out was talking to Johnny and he said he liked my hat and I said thanks I was at a concert and why did I say that but then he laughed and asked if it was good and I said pretty good and–”
“ You told Johnny Suh that his concert was pretty good ! ” Sasha screeched at you. You squeezed your eyes shut and rolled your head back.
“Yeah.”
“Oh my god.” Sasha suddenly had a realization. “He liked it. He liked you. He must have liked you otherwise he wouldn't still be checking you out. Oh my god. You have to go get another drink.”
“Wha- no I literally just got one,” You sputtered.
Sasha grabbed her drink from the guy’s hand, downed it in one gulp, and thrust it into your hands before placing hers on your shoulders and looking you square in the eye.
“Listen to me. Do not blow this for us. Put on your big girl pants and go get me a drink . Make something spill again. I don’t care. Go. Talk. To. Johnny. Suh.” And then she pushed you backwards. The force of it surprised you, and as you caught yourselrf you thought about what she said.
Why wouldn’t you go talk to him again? What did you have to lose? It’s not like he would remember you if things went poorly. And you wouldn’t be bothering him because you’d already talked once and he didn’t completely shut you down. Sasha would probably argue that he expressed interest in you. That thought alone was enough for a laugh to escape your throat. This entire situation was absurd. And you were going to chase it.
You steeled your shoulders and started walking more purposefully towards the bar. But Johnny wasn’t where you’d left him. You glanced down the bar on either side of you, attempting not to look too obvious, but couldn’t find him. Trying to not let the disappointment hang over you too thickly, you kept up your farce of a mission.
“Hey, Jamison!” You waved. He spotted you, gave you a quick upwards nod to acknowledge that you were there and that he would get to you soon, and then continued pouring a series of drinks for a large group of girls. You settled into the bar, resigned to at least a few minutes of waiting, and chewed your lip while trying not to look for the man who had been the subject of quite a few fantasies of yours.
Maybe this was a stupid idea. you glanced back to the dance floor and tried to catch Sasha’s face in the sea of bodies, but couldn’t find her. You sighed and turned back to the bar, trying to count the bottles to pass the time. Anything but think about who you had almost had a chance with.
Ten different kinds of gin, four vermouths, seventeen vodkas…
Jamison caught your eye and shook his head apologetically.
“I’ll be there soon, I promise!” He shouted over the ever increasing din. The later it got, the more people arrived at the bar.
“It’s fine, take your time!” You shouted back, leaning over the bar and cupping a hand over your mouth in hopes the message would reach him.
You slumped backwards from your lean and promptly hit a large wall. No, not a wall, a chest. Hints of woodsmoke and new leather tickled your nose as you breathed in the rich scent of the person behind you. You turned around and found Johnny inches from your face. A He gave you a toothy grin and sidled up next to you at the bar.
“So you enjoyed my show?”
Holy shit. He had sought you out again. He had started a conversation with you . Sasha’s words echoed in your ears, ‘ Do not blow this for us .’
You cocked an eyebrow. “I enjoyed your group’s show, yes.”
Fuck. You blew it within literal seconds.
But Johnny took it in stride.
“Oh, my group, huh?”
Okay, so he took your bait. He wanted to play.
You held his look, growing bolder. “Yeah, last I checked you were in a group with 8 other members, all of whom also had a concert tonight.”
He leaned closer to you. “Yeah, but I had a pretty good solo stage, right?”
God, this man’s ego was insane. As if you could ever forget his shirtless solo to Focus. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah, like you said, pretty good.” You winked and brought your glass to your lips.
“What, you mean to tell me I’m not your bias?" He clutched his heart and his eyebrows knitted together. You tried not to notice the largeness of his hand that was clasped over his chest. How that large hand had felt holding yours.
“Nah, Yuta’s my bias,” You started slowly, pretending to think about it, “But if it makes you feel any better, you’re a decent wrecker.”
“A decent wrecker.” He rolled the words around in his mouth, never taking his glittering eyes off you. You willed yourself to stay calm and hold his stare. “I can live with that.”
“Hey, sorry it took me so long! What can I get you? Another Paloma?” Jamison appeared in front of you.
“Uh, yeah, Sasha sent me to get her another one, and I might as well refill while I’m here.” You cleared your throat and smiled at the bartender.
“You got it! And you, John?”
“A shot of tequila for me and the lady.” You looked over to find him raising an eyebrow at you in challenge. You scoffed and flipped your hair behind your shoulder as Jamison looked to you for confirmation. If he was curious about yours and Johnny’s situation, he didn’t show it. You nodded once and Jamison whipped out two shot glasses, some salt, and two lime wedges. He filled them until they practically overflowed with tequila.
You licked your hand and sprinkled some salt on it before grabbing your glass and looking at Johnny. He mimicked your actions with the salt, and you forced yourself to look away from his pink tongue as it swept across the back of his hand for the salt to stick. Oh.
You cleared your throat.
“To nights like these!” He declared loudly, raising his shot. You beamed and clinked your glasses.
“Where anything is possible and nothing can go wrong.” You answered.
You licked the salt off your hands in tandem and downed the shots before shoving the lime wedges in your mouths. You scrunched your nose involuntarily as the tequila slid down your throat, and Johnny laughed.
“I thought you said tequila was your jam!”
“It is! Doesn’t make it go down any easier, though!”
He chuckled and his eyes crinkled.
“So why did you come to a bar so far away from your venue?” You asked, licking the lime again for good measure.
Johnny’s eyes slowly slid from your mouth to your eyes and you fought back a shiver. He shrugged it off, rolling his neck, and answered your question as if he hadn’t just sent lightning skittering through your veins.
“Some of my old friends run this place. I always like to stop by and see them when I’m in town.”
Ah, so that explained his friendliness with Jamison.
“Plus,” the corner of his mouth quirked upwards, “I didn’t want to run into too many Nctzens close to the arena.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, bringing one of the Palomas that Jamison had dropped off to your lips and crossing one of your legs over the other. “Well, sorry to ruin your plans.” You drawled.
You sucked in a quiet breath as Johnny started playing with a loose thread on your jeans, inadvertently skimming your leg. He looked up at you, eyes flashing with playful intensity.
“Oh, you haven’t ruined anything, angel.”
Holy hell. You sipped the Paloma and cocked your head at him. You took your time swishing the drink in your mouth before swallowing it, playing with him a bit. Setting the glass neatly on the counter before meeting his eyes, you leaned in a little, covering his hand with your own so that his palm engulfed your knee. His jaw clenched a fraction and his small smile grew.
“If you knew me at all, you wouldn’t be calling me angel.”
You felt his fingers tighten around your leg.
He chuckled darkly and looked heavenward before patting your knee and leaning back on his stool, robbing you of the blazing contact where his hand had been. You let out a breath, and the sound of the bar flooded back in.
“So let me. Tell me about yourself.” The words poured from his mouth like dark chocolate, his perfectly plump lips shaping around the words.
Such a tease. He knew exactly what he was doing. And you loved it.
“Alright. I work for this company called–”
Johnny cut you off with a low hum and a shake of his head.
“I don’t want to know about who you work for. I want to know about you .” He emphasized the last word so vividly that you almost felt like he had you under a spotlight.
“About me.” You repeated.
“About you.” He lifted a brow.
“What do you want to know?”
He sighed indulgently.
“I want to know what makes you smile. What you care about. What pisses you off,” His voice lowered, “I want to know why I shouldn’t be calling you angel.”
Your cheeks heated and you squirmed a little in your seat, pushing your legs more firmly together. It drove you crazy how aware he was of his own allure, how confident he was with his charms. But you couldn’t hate it, not really, not when you were on the receiving end of his exquisite seduction. Because there was no question anymore that that’s what was happening. He had sought you out again after you parted ways, and was now entertaining your flirtations. He was flirting back . And you needed more.
“Animals and sunrises make me happy. A perfect cup of tea and my sister’s laugh makes me smile. Slow drivers piss me off, and so do hats that don’t cover my ears.”
He was listening so intently, and you felt powerful because of it. It emboldened you. You laid a palm softly on one of his own legs and traced a small circle with your finger.
“And you shouldn’t call me angel because the thoughts running through my head right now are positively sinful.” You purred.
Johnny’s eyes darkened and you saw his chest rise as he drew in a large breath, never looking away from you.
“Well then,” He murmured, “I suppose I stand corrected.”
You smiled and batted your eyelashes, relishing in the solidity of his leg that you were still holding onto.
“What kind of thoughts are running through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked huskily, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose on your neck where he brushed your skin. He noticed. And he liked it. Because next he grabbed your wrist and lightly started brushing his thumb over your pulse point.
“You’re thinking about me?” The cocky bastard. He knew you were, he just wanted to hear you say it. You almost didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
“Well, you-”
“Don’t lie to me, now.” He admonished. Your mouth snapped shut as his grip tightened on your wrist. His hand traveled further up your arm, leaving delicate touches. When had arms become so erotic?
“You’re thinking about me.” He stated it as a fact this time.
You stayed quiet, willing your pulse to slow.
“Aren’t you.”
He wanted confirmation.
“Yes.” You breathed.
His grip relaxed and his face smoothed into lazy smugness.
“Good.” He grabbed your hat and put it on his own head, smirking at you. You opened your mouth to protest, but the words died in your mouth as one of his hands found your thigh and squeezed .
“Have you told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asked with quiet admiration. “If I haven’t, let me make it up to you.”
You didn’t know what he meant, but god were you ready to find out. You shook your head and he pretended to be disappointed in himself, shoulders slumping and sending another heavenly drift of his cologne over to you. The hand that had been holding your arm trailed down to your hand, until he was holding it in his. He leaned in so that his breath ghosted into your ear.
“You look fucking gorgeous tonight. As soon as I saw you, I couldn’t stop looking. Especially seeing you wear my hat. You don’t know what that does to me.” His voice was your own personal aphrodisiac, and you were quickly losing yourself to him. Heat flooded south and you swallowed dryly.
“You know exactly what you do to me.” You gripped his hand fiercely, “Don’t you? You know the effect you have on me and you love it. The question is, are you gonna do anything about it?” You taunted, finding your voice again.
Johnny hissed through his teeth as your hand moved further up his thigh.
“Jesus Christ, where did you come from?” He asked, mostly to himself, his eyes blazing with wonder and want. You smiled devilishly and stroked his thigh.
“Well,” You grabbed your hat back and put it on, “You can find out, if you’d like.” You picked up the Paloma that you had promised to get Sasha 15 minutes ago and began to stand. Your hand that was still on Johnny’s thigh squeezed before letting go. “I’m going to bring this drink to my friend, and then I’m going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a jiff.” You winked before taking off for Sasha.
Your heartbeat was thundering through your body, and you were keenly aware of your pulse resonating between your thighs. You reached Sasha in record time, no doubt spurred on by the fact that Johnny Suh had been flirting with you, and you wanted to get back to him fast .
Sasha looked furious when she spotted you.
“What the hell are you doing here? I didn’t actually want a drink, that was just so–”
You shoved the drink in her hand and beelined for the bathroom. Your jaw clenched as you saw the line. Fuck. Okay, you could wait for three people in front of you. This was fine. Johnny would still be there when you got back. You closed your eyes, tilted your head to the heavens, and prayed to whatever God might be above that the idol would wait for you.
A warm presence blossomed in front of you. You opened an eye and peeked out to see Johnny lounging casually against the wall across from you, an amused smile playing on his plush lips. Your other eye popped open and he cocked his head to one side.
“Anything interesting happening up there?” He flicked his eyes up. You fought a blush.
“Crickets, as usual.” You shrugged.
He studied you, and your pulse sped up.
“Now what could a girl like you be praying for on a night like tonight?”
Your stomach tightened and you met his gaze, accepting the challenge.
“I thought we went over this. No God you pray to is above.”
This earned a small grin that stretched lazily across his face. He considered you for a moment before stepping off the wall and closer to you. Much too close. How were you supposed to function when he was this close to you?
“Ah, right. You’re no angel. How could I forget?” He murmured. Goosebumps erupted where his breath fanned your skin.
The bathroom door clicked and someone exited, shuffling past the line. As they passed Johnny and you in the narrow hallway, Johnny decided not to move to the side or back to his wall. He stayed where he was, and as the person passed you by, he was pushed impossibly closer to you, his solid torso pressing against your abdomen. You took a shallow breath and looked up at him, and your world dissolved into honeyed brown eyes and long lashes. The rebellious strand of hair fell into his eyes, and you found yourself at a loss for words. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.
“What are you doing?” You asked, your voice coming out quieter and breathier than you intended.
His eyes flitted back and forth between yours, before darting down to your lips and back up again, and he broke into an easy smile as he rested backward against the opposing wall again and crossed his arms.
“I thought it was obvious.”
Your heart stopped.
“I have to go to the bathroom, too.”
You let out a startled laugh and felt the noise of the bar flood back into your brain. You didn’t realize it had short circuited until the outside world came back in. How was he doing this to you?
Your bubbling laughter died down in your chest and you met his eyes again, finding him watching you attentively. Your cheeks turned pink. You cleared your throat.
“Right. Okay. That makes total sense.”
He blinked and nodded with you, bracing a foot against the wall behind him. The term effortlessly cool came to mind.
Another person exited the bathroom and passed between you on their way back to the dance floor. One more person and then it was your turn.
“How often do you get back to Chicago?” You asked, going for the easy conversation while you both waited for the single stall.
Johnny rubbed the back of his neck and looked away to the side. Don’t look at his bicep. Don’t look at his bicep . Okay, now you’re focusing too hard on not looking at it. Don’t bore holes into his skull. Fuck, his bicep is fucking gorgeous. Fuck! You looked! Why did you-
“Not as much as I’d like. The group keeps us really busy. But it’s really nice to get back here every few years and see my family and friends.” He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. You suddenly felt guilty for taking up precious moments in his home city.
“Do you want to go hang out with your friends? I don’t mean to be stealing you away.” You threw out, more aggressively than you wanted it to sound. Damn your fear of rejection and the self sabotage it wreaks.
Johnny shook his head and met your eyes again.
“Like Jamison? It’s a Saturday night. He’s barely got time to say hi to me. And those other guys are just his friends, I don’t even know them that well.”
The person in front of you stepped into the bathroom.
“Plus, Jamison isn’t nearly as pretty as you are.” He waggled his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes. He stepped closer, and his voice lowered. You suddenly became very aware of your heartbeat accelerating as his musk hit your nose.
“And the fans should always come first, shouldn’t they?”
A shiver ran down your spine at his implication, and you met his fiery gaze with your own hunger.
“A noble concept that few are able to follow through on.”
His eyes flashed.
“I always follow through on my promises.” Your eyes remained locked, the undeniable want radiating between you.
The bathroom door opened. You tore your eyes away from Johnny’s and opened the bathroom door, but someone else stopped it from closing.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Your breath caught in your throat. The world narrowed. Your heart pounded. You parsed a glance behind you, and no one else was in line. You took a deep breath and found his eyes again, the question burning through you.
“Would you like to join me?”
Johnny grinned slyly and slowly, oh so slowly, opened the door wider for him to fit through. You backed into the bathroom, scarcely believing this was real. His eyes didn’t leave your face. The door closed behind him, and you felt the click of the lock in your bones.
You were moving as if through molasses, the sweet air around you slowing time so that only he and you existed. It was only you. He was moving with you, matching you beat for beat, drinking you in as if he’d been in a desert for days. You moved backward, propelled by his intent, until you hit the counter and couldn’t back up anymore.
Johnny was a breath away from you, his hands resting on the counter on either side of you. He was so close to you. You hoped your quick wash up in this same bathroom earlier had helped.
You didn’t imagine in your wildest dreams that mere hours later you would be back at this counter, backed against this counter , with Johnny Suh caging you in. But there you were, crowded by Johnny’s body and Johnny’s eyes and Johnny’s scent and Johnny’s glorious being.
He lifted a palm from the counter and lightly skimmed it up your arm. You were learning all kinds of things about the eroticism of arms tonight. Goosebumps followed where his touch trailed, and you sighed quietly. His hand came to a rest on the side of your neck, his palm caressing your jaw. His head dipped, and the barest whisper of a kiss graced your shoulder.
You shivered, eyes fluttering shut.
Johnny trailed featherlight kisses up your neck, tilting your jaw away from his mouth to allow him better access to your skin. Before this moment you had never had to consciously make an effort to breathe.
You brought your hand to his pecs and allowed yourself to revel in his solid warmth, the planes of his chest your own personal map to explore. Your other hand wound around his neck and grasped his nape. His hair was the perfect length to tug. Mental note for later.
His kisses were infuriatingly far away from your mouth, and you scratched his neck as he kissed along your jaw, your cheeks, your throat, but refused to meet your mouth. He stopped his ministrations, and you opened your eyes, almost pouting.
“As much as I love this, and I really do, are you going to kiss me anytime soon?” you needled.
A grin bloomed across Johnny’s features as his hand that wasn’t holding your jaw brushed up your side and came to rest against your ribcage. A small swipe against the underside of your breast made you gasp, and a cheeky twinkle lit his eye.
“Impatient, are we?” He teased. He brushed the same spot again with his thumb and a whine slipped from your throat. Jesus, you needed to get a hold of yourself. But it felt impossible when Johnny’s large hands were holding your neck and your breast, and he was looking at you like treasure to be plundered.
You wanted to melt in the amber of his gaze.
Bunching his shirt in your hand and yanking him closer so that your lips were millimeters apart, you smiled coyly and moved your head so that your breath ghosted the shell of his ear.
“I would love to take my time with you, babe, but I suspect the other people at this bar might need to use the restroom at some point.”
It was an innocent comment, but you imbued it with as much syrupy sensuality as you could, and you knew your words hit their mark when his grip tightened on your neck, pulling you back to look at him again.
“So demanding.” He murmured, reveling in your tease.
His callused finger brushed your jaw, his palm lifted to cup your breast, and time stopped as Johnny leaned down and brought his lips to yours.
The world exploded. Fireworks resounded in your head as Johnny’s mouth slanted over yours, testing the waters of our kiss softly, agonizingly, fervently. His lips were brutally tender, meeting yours with increasing vigor and hunger as you both felt the connection between you deepen. Your arm wound around his neck and brought him closer, needing him closer.
You almost cried out when his hands left your body, only to realize they were lifting your thighs onto the countertop as he effortlessly stepped between your legs without breaking the kiss. He caressed your thighs and you clamped them around his lean hips as you felt the barest brush of his tongue against your lips.
You opened your mouth, and Johnny pounced.
The kiss turned searing, urgent, his tongue dancing around your mouth as his lips met yours stroke for stroke. You were completely in sync as your breaths mingled and your bodies tangled and your minds came together as one entity of euphoria.
You gasped and moaned as he claimed you with his mouth, kissing you hard and passionately. You snagged his bottom lip between your teeth and he groaned, the most beautiful, gravelly sound you had ever heard.
His lip snapped out from your bite and your eyes both opened. You had never seen such intensity in someone’s eyes before. Johnny’s chest heaved and his hair was mussed from your hand’s exploration through it and his lips were swollen and pink.
“You dirty angel, you.” He shook his head once and then dove back in, kissing you with renewed enthusiasm and desire.
He pulled away and nipped at your neck, punctuating each word he spoke with a bite, “Biting– me– like – you– can’t– get– enough.”
You were gasping and moaning from his sinful mouth, grinding your hips into his. You brought your attention to the thin layers of fabric separating you and allowed yourself to feel his hardness pushing against your core.
Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging and grasping to punish him for not kissing you. you never wanted his lips to leave yours again. Nothing had ever felt so right. So wickedly good, so deliciously bad. Heaven and hell at once.
Johnny’s mouth crashed to yours once more. You wanted to focus on how soft his lips were. On how strong his hands felt on your sides. On how soft his hair felt between your fingers. But you couldn’t focus on any one thing, because you were drowning in him.
He kissed you hungrily, as if he’d been wanting to for years, and you met his fervor with your own.
And all at once, kissing wasn’t enough. You needed more.
You pulled at his shirt, loathe to break the kiss but needing more of him. He was quick to comply, flashing you a wolfish grin as he saw the transparent want reflected in your features.
And then Johnny was standing in front of you shirtless. Your mouth ran dry. The hard planes of his chest gleamed in time with his breaths, and Johnny really was so considerate for giving you a moment to ogle him. You drank in his beautifully sculpted body, your hands running down his arms.
You felt him shiver at your touch, and you knew he wanted more, too.
You brought your tongue to his sternum and licked a long, languid stripe up to the base of his throat. His head fell back and he squeezed your ass, barely stifling a whine. Your hands explored the contoured planes of his chest, feeling up his pecs and down his abs and across the magnificent expanse of him. His skin was like velvet, his moans music to your ears as you kissed and sucked his perfect torso.
You brought your mouth up to his neck while letting your hands continue their exploration, and began to suck. A low whine tore from Johnny’s throat and he grabbed your hair, yanking you back so that your head was tilted up toward his.
His mouth fluttered above yours as he snarled softly, “As good as that feels, baby, I can’t have you leaving marks.”
Rough hands pulled at the hem of your shirt, and then paused, his eyebrow lifting in a silent question of consent. You reached down and folded your hands over his, guiding your shirt up and over your head while keeping eye contact the whole time. His gaze darkened as your shirt came off, and he tore his eyes away from yours to look at your breasts, clothed in a lacy black bra. You decided it did pay to dress up for concerts.
“Fuck. You are so beautiful.”
You smiled bashfully and ducked your chin away from him. How many girls had dreamed of Johnny murmuring those words into their ear?
Johnny grabbed your chin and brought you back towards him.
“Dressed up for me, hm?”
Your eyebrows shot up and you swatted his arm playfully.
“Oh baby you wish this was for you.”
The dark chuckle that had reverberated from his chest ceased and his gaze darkened. He swooped down and met your lips ferociously, hungrily, as his palm explored the curve of your breast. He was quick to find your nipple through the lace, and heat darted below your stomach as he played with it. His mouth was not letting up, either.
He was overwhelming.
Tongue tangling in your mouth, right hand fondling your nipples, and left hand squeezing your ass. He was everywhere. And he felt fucking amazing. You couldn’t remember if you had ever felt this good. This turned on.
The rush of his kiss seared you in a blazing inferno, his lips crashing into yours. The rhythm you found together was impossibly in sync, wickedly divine. That tongue of his knew how to make a girl squirm, and you couldn’t help but imagine what it might feel like against your core. The image made you kiss him harder, hands fisting in his hair and crotch grinding against his. He moaned, a throaty, thick sound that touched you everywhere.
“Your– bra–” He panted quickly, pulling away from your mouth.
You pulled his mouth back to yours and slowly, deliriously, sensually kissed him deeply as you guided his hands to your sides. You set them there gently as you reveled in the soft seduction of him, and reached behind your back to unclip your bra. You slid the straps down your arms, keeping Johnny’s attention on your mouth, and once you were free of the black lace, you placed your hands over his once more and led them up.
He broke the kiss suddenly, his eyes flying downward to your chest, where you were now bare from the waist up for him.
His jaw clenched and you watched him swallow. A smile curved your lips. He looked back up to your face and shook his head once as his mouth twitched.
“You… are… gorgeous.” His voice was thick with want.
His hands began working your breasts as he captured you in another kiss. Where your skin met, fireworks danced. It was unreal feeling Johnny’s bare chest. His skin, so perfectly smooth, pressed against yours as he tweaked one of your nipples between his pointer finger and thumb. Your yelp turned into a groan as the pinch gave way to pleasure.
Your thighs tightened around him unconsciously as he continued his assault on your nipple.
“Fuck, Johnny, yes, that feels so good.” You breathed. He practically growled in response.
“Keep making those noises, angel.”
You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them in surprise when you felt his other hand had drifted further down and was now resting between your thighs, tentatively rubbing the seam of your jeans.
“Is this okay?” He murmured.
You leaned in to whisper in his ear, incredibly conscious of his fingers so close to where you needed them.
“Touch me, Johnny.”
Johnny needed no further instruction, his finger pressing onto your crotch and creating the friction you needed. The warmth was coiling in your gut as Johnny notched the seam of your jeans so that it brushed against your clit just right, and you cried out and pulled him towards you.
“God, how are you so wet? Can practically feel it through your jeans.” Johnny chuckled in something that could’ve been awe.
“It’s your fault.” you groaned.
“Apologies.”
But he wasn’t sorry at all, the bastard, because then his mouth found your other nipple and he was everywhere– tongue and teeth and fingers and thighs and chest and–
“You’re fucking amazing. Keep riding my fingers like that. Good girl.”
Your core clenched around nothing at the endearment, head thrown back as the pleasure mounted. It was too much, but not enough.
You reached down to where Johnny’s hand was and pushed it away. He looked up at you in confusion before following your line of sight to where your hand was unzipping your jeans.
“Help me out of these.” You panted.
“Anything.”
His fingers made quick work of the button on your pants. He lifted you with ease off the counter and slid your jeans down your legs, exposing your black lace underwear. They suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all. Especially when Johnny’s eyes darkened.
He leaned towards you, one hand trailing up your thigh and the other finding the back of your neck, where he grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged so that you were looking up at him. Goosebumps erupted in the trail following his finger, which was moving so slowly towards your entrance you thought you might die. Your thighs quivered, automatically tightening to try and create the pressure he wouldn’t give you.
“Ah ah ah,” He tsked, “Naughty girl. Patience,” His finger teased the lace of your panties, “is,” he slipped the fabric aside, “a,” you shivered, “virtue.”
Johnny’s eyes bored into you as his finger finally found home, slipping between your slick folds. You sucked in a breath and tried to stay still, hoping that if you cooperated he would finally give you what you wanted.
“There you go. Such a quick learner.” His voice was low.
“I’ve got a good teacher.” You shot back.
He smiled, one side of his lips pulled up, and he blinked slowly, mouth opening in an “o” as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. The pressure was blinding. His long, nimble finger pushed deep, and you knew it wouldn’t take long for him to find the special spot that drove you crazy. You gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as you rushed forward to kiss him again.
The way he kissed you, with the laziness of someone who knew he was good at this, combined with his finger pumping slowly in and out of you made you breathless.
“So wet for me, baby.” Johnny crooned, and you whined in acknowledgement before pulling his lips back to yours. His tongue swept into your mouth greedily and you bit down on his bottom lip as he finally hit that spot inside you. A whimper escaped your mouth.
“Sensitive there, are we?”
He pushed against it again and you squeezed your eyes shut to keep yourself under control. Johnny’s hand found your chin and he forced you to look at him.
“I asked you a question.” He hit the spot inside you again, a little harder this time, his eyes never leaving your face. “Does that feel good?”
“Feels fucking amazing , you tease.” You gritted your teeth and clenched around him.
His finger disappeared. He brought it up to his face, inches from yours, to inspect it.
“Tease? I would never.”
His eyes locked on yours, Johnny put his slick-covered finger in his mouth, closed his lips around it, and slowly pulled it out.
“Wanna know how you taste?” He whispered.
Then his mouth was crashing into yours again. Tasting yourself on his tongue made your head rush with power, and your hand that was feeling along his chest slowly made its way down. You found the waistband of his pants and toyed with them as you took the lead in your kiss, nipping and sucking along his plump lips.
He bucked into your hand when you dipped under his jeans, and it was your turn to chuckle.
“Feel good, baby? Wanna feel my fingers around your cock?”
Johnny clenched his jaw and grabbed your wrist.
“Do your worst.”
You grinned wickedly and unzipped his pants. You pushed them down as you kissed his neck, finding a lovely spot right underneath his ear. The bulge in his boxer briefs was undeniably large, and you skimmed your palm over it, earning a hiss from Johnny.
Flattening your hand over his cock’s imprint, you started massaging it and continued kissing along his neck.
“Jesus, yes , keep doing that…” Johnny groaned. His hand flew to your neck and redirected your mouth to his again.
“What did I say about marks?” He growled.
“Not to leave them?” You asked innocently.
“Yes, and since you forgot–”
He was cut off with a moan when your hand dove beneath his boxers and finally wrapped your fingers around his rock hard shaft.
“What were you saying?” You chirped as you slowly started pumping. His eyes found yours as his pelvis spasmed into your hand reflexively.
“Now who’s the tease,” He grumbled in between sharp breaths.
You picked up speed, swiping your thumb over his throbbing head, and added your other hand so that you could work his entire length at once. His head was thrown back in ecstasy and his eyes were squeezed shut, and you took advantage of his lack of sight to drop silently to your knees, continuing your work with your hands so he wouldn’t know what you were doing until you wanted him to.
“I warned you not to call me angel.”
His eyes flew open when he realized your voice was coming from lower than he expected, and he looked down just in time to see your tongue run a lick over the head of his member.
Johnny cursed as he looked down at you, hand finding purchase in your hair.
“Did you like that?”
He nodded, breath rattling out of him.
“Can I do it again?”
“ Yes . God, yes.”
You grinned, ego soaring at how impatient he was to feel your mouth around him, and you sucked lightly on his tip as you worked the base of him with your hands. Johnny practically whined, and you needed to hear him more. You went further down the next time, and you began a cruelly slow pace, head bobbing up and down on his gorgeous manhood. He really was big.
His curses sped up as your mouth did, and you felt like you could fly from the praise he was bestowing upon you. Little did he know just how much you were enjoying having Johnny’s Suh’s cock in your mouth.
Taking him in as deep as you could, so his angry head hit the back of your throat, you gagged, throat clenching around him, and he bucked into you. Your eyes started to water as he groaned, and you kept sucking. Harder and deeper, just to hear his ragged breaths and strings of curses. His you’re fucking perfect’ s, and yes baby just like that’ s, and you fucking devil’ s.
You couldn’t tell exactly what was making you delirious– the filthy praise coming out of Johnny’s mouth or the lack of oxygen reaching your brain from his massive dick down your throat. All you knew was that you wanted him. Needed him.
Your mouth popped off of his spit-slicked dick and you reached up to kiss him more as you kicked your underwear away.
“Want you inside of me.” You mumbled against his lips.
He pulled away to look at you, slightly dazed but eyes alert and hungry. He broke into a wolfish grin.
“I thought you’d never ask, angel.”
Johnny reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a condom, expertly slipping it on before effortlessly lifting you back onto the counter.
His finger teased your entrance and you whined.
“Johnny–”
“Shh I know, baby, but I gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”
Two fingers entered easily, your arousal from sucking him off and his general intoxicating nature making your channel stretch for him. You whimpered and your head fell to his shoulder, jaw falling and eyes fluttering shut as you felt his fingers move .
“So fucking wet for me, baby.” Johnny tilted his head to whisper in your ear. “You like it when you touch you?”
The lilting breath of his voice made your skin erupt in goosebumps, and your fingernails dug into his shoulder as he picked up the pace with his fingers.
“Love it when you touch me,” You breathed, “Would love it more if you fucked me.”
Johnny swore and started pumping harder, lips latching onto your neck and sucking . You moaned as his teeth skimmed the spot under your ear, fists grabbing at his hair, and he took the encouragement and doubled down. Biting that special spot on your jawline and soothing it with his tongue, you ground down on his fingers that had found a blissfully claiming rhythm.
He hit your g-spot again, and you gasped, drowning in the icy tendrils of fire that consumed you when his fingers found their mark, and he took the opportunity of your mouth being open to slam his tongue back in.
Grinding your cunt down on Johnny’s fingers while he kissed you senseless seemed too impossible to have on your bucket list, but you made a mental note to add it and then check it off. Twice. If your wits were still about you by then.
The more Johnny pumped, the more thoughts left your brain, only stars bursting behind your eyes and beautiful lips meeting yours in a tangle of desire. You worried you might die if he kept this up.
Since Johnny seemed bent on teasing you, you decided to take matters into your own hands, so to speak.
You wiggled to the edge of the counter, reveling in the new places his fingers reached with your movement, and took his stiff cock in your hand, squeezing and rubbing in time with his thrusts into you.
“What’s wrong, baby, you don’t wanna fuck me?” You whispered against his lips.
Johnny’s head rolled back and he groaned.
“Of fucking course I do, you know I do. Want to so badly. Don’t wanna hurt you, tho-”
You positioned his throbbing head at your entrance, teasing him along your folds. He bit his bottom lip and stared down at where your bodies were about to come together.
He looked up at you, nudging his tip a little further so that it found the entrance of your hole. You squeezed your eyes shut and ran your fingers through your hair, letting a whine escape your throat. You could feel the intensity of his gaze on your face as he watched your reaction, but he didn’t move further.
You wanted to scream from frustration. You wanted him. Needed him.
“Hurt me. I don’t care . Just get. Inside. Me. Now .” You hissed, bucking your hips closer to him.
His eyes shifted dangerously, and the ghost of a smile played on his lips.
“If you insist.”
And then Johnny entered you, inch by glorious inch. He wasn’t wrong- the stretch was a little painful- but you loved it. Loved how full you felt with him inside of you, how deep you could take him, how much he turned you on. The sting of his size was a small price to pay for having sex with one of the sexiest men on the planet.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Look at you, taking me so well.” Johnny grunted, breathing deeply as he held himself back from moving too fast.
You sighed when you felt him bottom out in you, clenching your walls around him and making him utter a string of curses.
“You’re so b-big,” You stuttered, “You feel so good inside me.”
“God, you’re filthy. No angel I’ve heard of says such dirty things.” He nibbled on your ear, soothing you from the pain.
You didn’t want to be soothed.
You pulled back, enough for his cock to slide halfway out of you, then wrapped your legs around him and squeezed, sinking him back into you in one swift motion.
“Good thing I’m no angel. So don’t fuck me like one.”
Johnny sucked in and barely missed a beat, drawing out of you and slamming back in, hard , stealing your breath.
“You asked for it, baby.”
Johnny set a ruthless pace, his shaft penetrating you over and over, reaching spots that made you cry out in pleasure and clench down on him trying to keep control. You reached out to clutch the edge of the countertop to steady yourself, but Johnny guided your hands to his toned arms instead. The arousal that continued gathering between your legs only served to make him go harder. His hands were pulling your hair and playing with your nipples. His breath was hot on your neck, grunting and cursing as he hammered in and out of you.
You asked for it, but goddamn he was big, and you fought to keep your tongue in your mouth as his body took yours over in every sense. The relentless pace he set had your toes curling, your brows bunching up and your clit throbbing. Every thrust was felt in the deepest parts of you, pleasure rippling across your skin and ecstasy dripping off your nerve endings.
“Fuck, Johnny,” you panted, clinging to his hair for dear life as he fucked you on the counter as if you were a rag doll.
“Yeah, baby? You like that? Like my cock filling you up and stretching you out?”
“God, yes, it’s so good, you’re so good, I want to feel this forever,” You responded, your entire body bouncing with the force of his impetus.
“I could fuck you forever,” Johnny grabbed your chin as he slowed down, his half lidded eyes boring into yours as he intentionally thrust deep and hard, making your eyes shut from the glorious pressure.
“Nuh, uh. Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you.” Johnny pulled back, and waited until you had opened your eyes before brutally rutting into you again. It took everything in you not to close your eyes in your blissed out state, so you squeezed your jaw shut and tried your best to just blink, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.
“You’re so beautiful. Especially when you’re taking my cock so well in your pretty pussy,” Johnny groaned. “Open your mouth for me.”
You obeyed, and he slipped his pointer and middle fingers into your mouth.
“Suck.” He instructed, landing another thrust so deep that it hit your g-spot. You whined around his fingers, but didn’t dare risk him stopping, so you sucked, swirling your tongue around them as he watched you carefully, his hips snapping into yours viciously slow.
“Do you wanna see how pretty you look when I’m fucking you, angel?”
You half nodded in answer, your jaw traitorously clenched as you basked in his praise.
“Use your words, sweetheart,” He murmured, a sheen of sweat blessing his forehead.
“Yes,” You gasped, “Want to see how good you’re fucking me.”
He smiled, pulling out of you.
“Johnny-” You whined in protest.
“Just for a sec, baby.” He lifted you off the counter, setting you down in front of him so your chests were touching. He never let go of your waist, his fingers tracing small circles into your skin.
His head dipped down, kissing you once. Twice. Three times.
The fourth time, his mouth stayed on yours, luxuriating in the feel of your lips pressed together. You wrapped an arm around his neck and he shifted his mouth, bumping your noses. His tongue licked at your bottom lip, and you opened for him, letting him take the kiss deeper.
Your core felt molten, honeyed pleasure dripping lower in your body the more Johnny seduced you. You knew if he asked you, you would have done anything for him in that moment. His tongue danced with yours, slowly at first, picking up speed as you both grew hungrier. His hands slid down your waist until they were cupping your ass, and he groaned into your mouth as he squeezed .
You bit at his bottom lip, drawing back until it snapped back into place, and looked into his blown out, lust filled eyes.
“As much as I love this, I really, really loved when your dick was inside me.” You batted your lashes at him, and he chuckled.
His hands settled back on your waist.
“Turn around for me, princess.” He kissed your nose and guided you around, so you were facing your reflection in the mirror. You hid your amusement at how fucked out you looked, and met Johnny’s burning gaze through your reflections.
You watched, transfixed, as one of his arms snaked up your torso to grab your breast, locking you into place against his front, and the other reached around you to wrap around your throat. Your eyes widened as his tip found your entrance once more.
“Okay?” He asked in your ear, giving your throat a small squeeze.
You swallowed and nodded, and he sheathed himself in you in one stroke, holding you in place with his arms. The new angle let him reach your favorite spot inside yourself even more easily, and every time he bottomed out, a sharp pleasure shot through you, making your breath catch and your clit twitch.
Unable to stop the noises coming out of you as Johnny thrust in and out, holding you tight to his chest, massaging your breast, squeezing your neck to make your head rush, you gasped and whined and groaned his name, hand reaching behind you to fist in his hair.
“Good, baby?”
You whimpered an affirmation and a wicked smirk crossed his features.
He lowered his mouth to your ear and growled in a voice carved from granite, “Am I wrecking you enough?”
You cried out, remembering his affrontation when you said he wasn’t your bias but your wrecker, and feeling incredibly turned on that he felt some need to make himself your bias. His hand tightened on your throat, cutting off blood flow and making your head spin.
“Am I wrecking you enough?” His thrusts grew faster.
You nodded, dizzy with arousal.
“Wrecking me so good. God, you’re wrecking me. Wreck me all night, Johnny.” You gasped.
Pleased with your response, Johnny continued his assault on your senses with renewed vigor, as if determined to erase Yuta’s name from your mind.
The pleasure pooling in your belly was growing by the second, your brain short circuiting with the overstimulation, your body a quaking mess of Johnny’s design, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Watching yourself get fucked by Johnny was the ultimate turn-on, his whispered curses and praises in your ear ambrosia as he claimed every inch of you with his words, his touch, his lips.
You stared into your own eyes, pupils blown wide with lust, and arched your back against Johnny’s rock hard body.
“Johnny… I’m c-close.” You managed to get out.
“Me too, baby, me too. Hold out with me. Don’t cum yet. Not until I say so.”
You didn’t know how it would be possible to control your orgasm when he was firing pleasure on all cylinders, but you would give it your absolute best. If Johnny told you to wait, you would wait.
But the pressure in your core continued to mount, the coil in your gut growing tighter and tighter. You knew Johnny was close, too, his rhythm beginning to falter and his breaths growing more ragged in your ear. Your skin prickled with restraint and you felt your walls start to flutter around him. Beads of perspiration tickled your neck, and you felt yourself begin to lose control.
“Johnny…”
“Come with me, angel.” He rasped.
Your orgasm crashed around you like a wall of fire, bathing your skin in a glorious wash of heat, whiteness erupting behind your eyes, toes curling and cunt clenching around Johnny in the waves of the most powerful orgasm that you had ever been victim of. Your back arched even further into Johnny as you screamed his name, uncaring of anyone who could overhear. You heard him groan yours as he spilled into the condom in you, fucking you through the orgasm as the intensity tore through you.
Suddenly, it was all too much. The orgasm abated and Johnny was still going.
“Too much, Johnny,” You panted, but he didn’t let up.
“Come for me again, baby, that’s it.” Johnny sucked your ear, fingers finding your clit and making brutal haphazard circles.
The overstimulation took over nearly instantly and you shattered into your second orgasm, spasms wracking through your entire body, mind going blissfully, inconceivably blank, and you held tightly onto Johnny as he captured your mouth and kissed you through your second peak. you had no idea how long you came– the coil inside you had been released and was springing so far beyond the scope of what you knew it to be capable of– it felt like eternity. You could have sworn you saw heaven when Johnny Suh gave you the best orgasm of your life.
You drifted back down into consciousness and found his lips slowly working against yours as he rubbed his thumb back and forth on your belly, his member sitting peacefully inside you. Your orgasm subsided, he pulled back and smiled lazily, giving you a peck on the nose.
“Good girl.” He purred.
You blushed at the endearment, not as emboldened as you had been in the heat of the moment. How did Johnny manage to look so good even after sex? The shine of sweat on his face cast a wonderful glow over his skin, and his slightly damp hair fell sexily over his eyes. You brushed a stray lock back and kissed him on the cheek.
He dimpled down at you and raised his eyebrows, endearment settling over his features.
“Don’t be all shy now–”
A loud banging erupted on the door, and you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“ Are you fucking done in there?! Some of us need to actually use the bathroom, assholes! ”
Johnny and you slowly turned back to each other, eyes wide.
You burst out laughing.
“One moment!” You wheezed, patting Johnny affectionately on the cheek and pushing away from him to gather your clothes. He looked after you for a moment in what you could’ve called affection if you hadn’t known better, then began laughing with you.
“Shit, sorry!” He shouted to the door, and started hastily pulling his pants back up between guffaws.
It was another sort of release, to be laughing hysterically with Johnny after you just got caught having sex in a public bathroom. You felt free.
Shaking with mirth made fastening your bra a little more difficult, but with some focus and a little help from Johnny, you managed to get all your clothes back on. You both did a quick once over in the mirror to at least gather a little pride and not look like you had just fucked each other’s brains out, and started towards the door. You reached for the handle–
Johnny’s hand caught around your wrist, and he pulled you back towards him.
“Johnny wha-”
He cupped your cheek and kissed you, slowly, sweetly, with a hint of reverence. You languished in it for a beat before pulling away.
“You’re gonna get us in trouble, come on.”
“As if we aren’t already. You’re a terrible influence.” He said sarcastically before opening the door for you.
You ducked out of the bathroom and Johnny sauntered behind you, no shame present on his features as you passed by all the people that were waiting for the bathroom, his hand in yours. You swear he even smiled and winked at some of them. Was he humming?
“You’re the one who decided to follow me into the bathroom!” You retorted.
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you asked me to, what was it, ‘Get. Inside. M–’”
You whirled around and clamped a hand over his mouth, heat flooding your cheeks. Throwing him a stern warning look, you slowly removed your hand once you felt confident he wouldn’t continue his sentence. His grin under your hand was wide.
“Your ears get all pink when you’re embarrassed. It’s cute.”
“Shut up.” You looked down, glowering at the floor.
A smooth, slender finger hooked under your chin and brought your face tipping back up to his.
“Come to my concert tomorrow night.”
You almost laughed, so taken aback by his request.
“Johnny, I’m broke. I spent like all my money on the tickets I had tonight.”
He stared at you for a second and then broke out into a laugh.
“Baby, you won’t have to pay. I’ll get you right to the front. Want to be able to look at you while I’m performing. So you’ll know it’s all for you.”
Your jaw dropped. Not only was he going to get you barricade tickets, but he wanted to perform for you . What actual angel had blessed you?!
Johnny chuckled and kissed you sweetly.
“Have you been in Chicago all this time?” He asked, pulling away.
“Um, yeah.”
“Why haven’t I seen you before?” His gaze searched your face, brows furrowing.
It was your turn to laugh. Was he serious?
“Johnny, it’s a big fucking city and you’re literally never here.” You giggled incredulously.
Brown eyes rolled and pink lips pursed before he looked back down at your bemused expression.
“You make me want to come back more.” He murmured saccharinely.
Attempting to hide the blush threatening to rise to your cheeks again, you rolled your eyes and took out your phone.
“You’re so cheesy. Were you serious about those tickets?”
He brushed your hair back from your shoulder and skimmed his fingers down towards your wrist.
“Would I tease you like that if I weren’t?”
“Hmm, you seemed to really enjoy teasing me earlier, so I wouldn’t put it past you.”
“Oh, but you enjoyed that.”
“Did I?”
“Mmmhm,” he hummed smugly, “You loved it. I had your pretty mouth begging for me.”
“Yeah yeah yeah mister sex God. Put your number in. If you’re extra good tomorrow during your solo stage, the scales might tip in your favor.”
His brow quirked up. “My favor?”
You blinked up at him innocently.
“Don’t you want to be my bias?”
A roguish grin took over his face.
“Nah. I think I prefer wrecking you.”
Your eyes bulged out of your head as he took your phone and typed in his contact. He paused before handing it back, squinting at you.
“Don’t exploit this.”
“I would never!”
He smiled down at you before something caught his eye over your shoulder. You turned to look at what he was staring at, and saw Sasha standing about five feet away from you, nearly bouncing up and down with glee.
“I’ll ah, let you get back to your friends. See you tomorrow?” You were loath to say goodbye to Johnny, but the promise of seeing him again eased the anxiety.
“See you tomorrow.” You promised, taking in his features. His twinkling brown eyes, his dark hair that you had just had your hands in, the apples of his cheeks high on his face as he smiled softly down at you.
He swept down and kissed you again, and you swayed for a minute to the music, both not wanting to say goodbye yet. You memorized the feel of his petal soft lips on yours, pushing and pulling like the tides of a molten ocean. He was magnificent. And he was pulling away from you.
“Get home safe. I’ll look for you during Focus tomorrow.”
You watched him walk away, and then Sasha pounced.
“DID WHAT I THINK JUST HAPPENED JUST HAPPEN?!”
“Shhhhh shut up!”
“OH MY GOD IT DID! IT TOTALLY DID! YOU FUCKED JO-”
“Sasha shut up .”
You weren’t very convincing, because a shit eating grin had taken over your face, as the reality of what had just happened crashed down on you.
“Holy fuck. I just fucked Johnny Suh.”
“YEAH YOU DID BITCH!” Sasha screamed and jumped, sloshing her drink all over but not caring a single bit. “YOU FUCKING DID THAT!”
Her energy was contagious, and the giddiness seeped into you as you started jumping too.
“I FUCKING DID THAT!”
“YOU FUCKING DID THAT!”
“I FUCKING DID THAT!”
You were jumping in circles, yelling unabashedly, and that feeling of freedom from earlier crept back in. You felt unstoppable. Invincible.
Sasha and you danced like crazy for over an hour, feeling yourselves and the music and living your lives, ordering drinks left and right and letting your future selves worry about your bank accounts. It felt so good to let go, to dance with your best friend, especially after having sex with one of your favorite idols in a bar bathroom.
Eventually, fatigue started weighing down on you and you made your way over to the bar to settle your tabs and dip out for the night.
“Alright, Jamie, it’s time for us to settle our scores and get out of your hair.” Sasha slurred as she plopped onto a barstool. You followed suit, resting your chin in your hand and grinning at him.
Jamison chuckled at you, shaking his head as he wiped a glass with a rag.
“It’s your lucky day ladies, your tab was taken care of.”
You sat up straight. What? You had undoubtedly garnered quite a significant tab between the two of you, who would– oh.
Oh .
“The gentlemen who took care of y’all also left this note.” Jamison slipped you a folded piece of paper.
You gingerly unfolded it and swept your eyes over its contents three times.
Thanks for giving me another reason to come back to Chicago more, angel.
p.s. I always follow through on my promises ;)
A grin split over your face and you squealed in excitement before showing it to Sasha, who stared at you, mouth gaping.
“What did you do to that man?”
You cackled gleefully.
“Sash, I have details you wouldn’t believe .”
Your tab settled by Johnny, you made your way outside and huddled together as you waited for your Uber. You only had to listen to Sasha complain about the cold about fifty times, and she only had to hear you complain about your nipples being sore because of a certain someone ’s mouth a few times.
After you were comfortable in the sublime warmth of a Toyota Corolla, you took out your phone and texted the number that Johnny had put in earlier.
Thanks for covering my tab :)
You hit send and looked out the window at the busy streets of Chicago nightlife, but he responded almost immediately.
Anytime, baby girl.
You rolled your eyes at the endearment but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. You were about to close your phone when it vibrated again.
Same time tomorrow?