#johnny suh imagines
Kinktober Day 18 - begging x Johnny (f!reader)
[23:04]
You sat cross legged on the edge of the bed, looking down to Johnny, sat on his knees in front of you, the boy wearing nothing but his boxers, head hung and ears completely red.
You chuckled softly.
“You’re too cute,” You muttered, leaning forward and placing a finger under Johnny’s chin, making him look you in the eye “Guess you don’t get so cocky when you’re forced to beg, huh?”
He whined softly, letting his eyes flutter shut
“What are you waiting for?” You raised a brow, squishing his cheek softly “Beg.”
“Please…” He started “Please touch me, mommy. Fuck- I’ve been waiting so goddamn long- please just fuck me,”
You cocked your head, looking to him expectantly. Johnny huffed, immediately going into a pout as he realised you were asking him for more.
“Please mommy,” He continued, and though he looked more annoyed than anything else, his desperation shone through in his voice “It hurts so fucking much- want mommy to do something- anything to me- I’m so fucking horny for you-”
“Strip. Get on the bed.” You instructed, standing up
your boyfriend immediately obeyed, taking off his boxers and sitting against the frame of the bed, spreading his legs slightly- leaving a large enough space for you to sit there, which you did.
You smiled softly as you brought your hand to his cock, tracing just a single finger along the vein on the underside of him. Johnny whimpered, bucking upwards, being met with air.
“P-please- more-” He breathed out
“Let’s see how much teasing it takes for you to not even be able to talk,” Your smile widened, turning into more of a devilish one, and Johnny moaned throatily- you couldn’t tell if it was a complaint or a display of his arousal, but you did see his cock twitch as soon as the words left your mouth
[01:19]
your eyelids flutter open when the bathroom door creaks open, the yellow tinted light illuminating your dark room. you spot a figure slip out of the steam filled room in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. he swiftly turns off the lights and your eyes give in to the weights pulling them down.
the next time you wake is when the bed dips as the familiar figure slips into it. you stir slightly, rubbing your eyes as johnny lets out a low laugh. you groan in protest when he softly pinches at your cheeks.
“did i wake you?”, johnny whispers. he lets out another hearty laugh when you glare at him. he apologizes by pressing fluttering kisses into the side of your face, loving the way your tense shoulders melt into the feeling of him.
johnny shifts and pulls you into him, letting you bury the side of your face in the junction between his shoulder and neck. his hands rub your arm and back in a soothing motion, humming softly to a song you didn’t know the name of. you breathe in the familiar scent of lavender that clung to his skin and closed your eyes.
“sleep,”johnny whispers into your hair as you slowly slip in and out consciousness. he presses one last chaste kiss to your forehead, and that’s all that it takes for you to fully drift off to sleep.
walking home in the rain is hell, according to johnny. especially because he’s walking home in the rain alone.
johnnyalways hauls his giant umbrella around on the driest days of the years and always misplaces it when the sky decides to flood the neighborhood. he hates the rain, especially because of the long trek home from university.
that is, until johnny starts walking home with you.
nowadays,johnny gets to take refuge under your umbrella. it’s too small to fit the both of you, but one soaked sleeve is better than an unexpected shower with clothes on he thinks.
nowadays,johnny starts to like the rain. he starts to like the tight fit and the way you unconsciously move closer to him to avoid getting wet. johnny likes the brush of your shoulder against his chest and the way he could hear your breath because you’re so close to him.
johnny hates the rain, but today, he likes it a little more.
