figure ate
PAIRING: Nerdy Virgin!Johnny Suh x fem!reader
GENRE: First time/loss of virginity, smut
SUMMARY: Johnny is damn near 30 and an awkward virgin. You, his girlfriend, go about changing that.
WARNINGS: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, blowjob, cum inside (you’re on birth control but STILL no glove, no love), I made johnny a stuttering mess (excessive use of uh and uhm ngl), hair pulling, you call him youngho instead of johnny
A/N: I originally wrote this for my ao3 and edited it to post on here. I wanted to do something different because we usually see him so confident. I was like “what if he was a loser?” haha.
If one looked up doting in the dictionary, they wouldn’t find your name. Only because most dictionaries don’t have pictures. Now if one looked up doting in an encyclopedia, they’d know doting was invented by you at nearly two years old after the birth of your younger brother, Lee Donghyuck.
You supported your brother with any and everything—helping beg their parents for toys and curfew extensions, clothes, and permission for trips. There wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for Hyuck.
That extended to persuading your mother not to kill Hyuck when he didn’t want to pursue a career in sports as you did.
Hyuck was an ace figure skater and had a high chance of going to the Olympics, just like you, but he wanted to be a cosmetologist instead. Your mother damn near fainted in the kitchen when he brought it up but you could see deep into the guilty look he held while staring down at his hands. He was tired, truly exhausted from the pressure the sport put on him. He was doubly weighed down by your feats, his noona winning a gold medal that year at age 22. He was constantly compared to you despite you two being in different categories. His stats were great, just not as well as yours, who had been doing it longer.
You gave your brother an out and made him follow his dreams. You promised Hyuck if he got into the cosmetology school he wanted—which he did—you’d even be Hyuck’s personal head of hair.
You preferred short hair, maintaining a bob in your younger years, but became well known for your intricate braided buns and ponytail tails. Your nice jawline accented well with the hairstyles Hyuck chose for you and had the country deeming you “The Nation’s Ice Fairy.”
Four years down the road and Hyuck long since graduated, you kept your hair long, continuing to grow it out to tailbone length and bleaching it blonde.
You got by with ponytails and messy buns with the occasional straightening by yourself, but anything further—like your current situation—required Hyuck’s expertise.
“I need your help with something,” you started, taking a sip of your tea before placing it down to eye your brother. You were both sitting in your living room, Hyuck having been called over, eager to scavenge your kitchen for snacks.
Rolling his eyes, he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table causing you to flicker your sight down to glare at the sock-covered monstrosities on your furniture. It was an expression Hyuck ignored, replying to you with, “Obviously. What is it?”
“l-l,” You tried to get out, but the nerves and awkwardness were killing you. “I need you to make me look nice.”
“Uh, I always make you nice,” Hyuck argued, taking offense to the statement. He popped his head completely towards you with an attitude brewing in his furrowed eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean? You've never complained before.”
You quickly shook your head, leaving Hyuck confused as you put your hands on his knees comfortingly. “No, I mean I need you to make me look hot,” you tried better to describe, grimacing as you said the next two words. “For Johnny.”
It was humiliating to ask Hyuck for things because your being doting didn’t mean that Hyuck was. He was largely outspoken and lived to tease. He rarely let anyone fly by without thoroughly harassing them and getting information out of them. It was better to just tell it all upfront to save the rigamarole because if he didn’t already know, he’d figure it out.
“For Johnny?” Hyuck said with his interest piqued, raising a brow as his arms crossed over his chest.
There couldn’t be anything more hermit-inducing than having to ask your annoying dongsaeng for help but your reasoning definitely made it ten times worse.
“Yes, I want to uh, you know with him…” you explained, blushing at the thought. God, this was weird.
“‘You know’?” Hyuck repeated, lost. You could almost see his brain search files like on Spongebob for what it could mean until his mouth made an action of recollection. “Oh, you mean fuck.”
Your hands went up to cover your face with thoughts that maybe living out the rest of your life in a part of the countryside that didn’t have cell service outside of calling emergency responders might not be that bad.
Hyuck’s features etched into something that rivaled the Grinch’s evil grin as he connected the details. “You wanna fuck your little geek?”
“He’s not a geek, he’s a nerd,” you corrected while dropping your hands to re-face the hairstylist, though “nerd” was technically considered worse to the general public. “A-and there’s nothing wrong with that! It’s just that it's our first time together—“
“And probably his first time ever,” Hyuck cut in snidely, snickering as you pointed a warning finger at him.
“Watch it,” you ordered and Hyuck raised his hands in surrender, though a devilish smile still toyed on his lips.
“Johnny’s had sex before,” you defended before slumping your shoulders back down and softening your voice to an unsure tone. “...I think.”
In actuality, you weren’t really sure. You hadn’t slept together in the six months of your relationship and Johnny made no effort to go past first base. There was a part of you that believed either Johnny wasn’t sexually attracted to you or that he didn’t believe in premarital sex. Either possible was okay, but it changed slightly when you saw Johnny’s laptop.
The man left to get snacks for a movie night and brought his computer over for work because as if he wasn’t cool enough, he was also excellent at multitasking. He could hear one thing while working on another and retain both strains of knowledge.
You needed to send a video from your phone to your skating choreographer but your phone was slow and your own laptop was dead. Opening Johnny’s computer, you noticed an incognito window with a new tab open and a Pornhub tab hidden to the left of it, and curiosity got the best of you. You clicked on it and saw a paused video of a man eating pussy.
Johnny had never expressed interest in going further, so catching something like this was like hitting a goldmine. Maybe he was interested in going further, or at least not opposed to temptation in general. A plan formulating in your head, you read over titles, pressing the back button to see the range of the videos Johnny liked watching. That plan brought you to now, in your living room, “commissioning” your brother.
Leaning back on the couch, Donghyuck snorted, “he’s like one of the smartest men in Korea and the smartest man in his home country—that knows how to do NASA-level equations—but can’t figure out how to get some bitches.”
“I told you to watch it!”
Swinging a decorative couch pillow at your brother’s face, you abruptly hit Hyuck in retaliation. The younger sibling huffed afterward, obviously disgruntled by the sneak attack but let it slide as he knew he’d crossed the line. He swept his hair back to reorient himself.
“So you want me to doll you up for dick?” Hyuck concluded, before shrugging. “Alright, I guess since it’ll give me an excuse to use my new toy.”
Hyuck pointed to his bag and you felt a shiver run down your spine. New toy usually meant a new hair torture device Hyuck found that was hyped on the internet. Because he was a stylist for you, who was technically a celebrity, he was often told trade secrets and given a first look at fresh on-the-market styling tools.
“And not out of love for me, your darling noona?” You faux pouted, snuggling up to him to squeeze Hyuck in an extremely tight hug. He immediately started wriggling in your grasp to push you off.
“Ew, never that,” he grinned back ironically after he was freed. You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled at your successful second step.
Your first step was getting Johnny out of the house. It was simple enough as the zoologist loved the outdoors and completing tasks. That combined with what today’s kids called being a “simp” for his girlfriend made it easy. You sent him on a bit of a scavenger hunt, shopping for items around town you told the genius you absolutely needed but still had to study your clips for improvement and couldn’t go get yourself.
Johnny hopped up with the intent to be useful and set out immediately after you gave him the extensive list. There were things in there that would take him a little while to find but would give you enough time to get ready.
In the bathroom, sitting in front of the vanity, Hyuck sectioned the long wavy locks. He brushed them out gently while you scrolled through your Instagram, commenting and liking responses on your latest post for good PR. Once the hair was divided and clipped out of the way properly, he pulled out his contraption, a rose gold object. Pressing a button to turn it on, the cylindrical item beeped to signal its heating process.
“What the fuck is that?” You inquired, looking up completely apprehensive. There was no outside rod to the gadget and didn’t seem to have a traditional opening like most hair stylers did.
“Wireless curler, relax,” Hyuck informed nonchalantly, placing his hand on your shoulder with a squeeze before lifting it up to grab a piece of hair. Sticking the bottom end of the strands into the device, it made a loud clicking noise that made you jump and yank your hair from it. The curler released your tresses with ease but left behind no spiral in it.
“Lee Donghyuck, do not singe my hair off!” You snapped through gritted teeth, turning yourself to face up at the stylist with anger. Hyuck rolled his eyes, no guilt in his person.
“I wouldn’t if you would just relax and stop moving your head,” Hyuck argued back, forcefully turning your head back to face the mirror. When it came to beauty, he got into a headspace of accomplishing his goal and not caring about being snappy, but it only really happened with you, due to their familiarity.
“Stop coming at my head with that electric Nair machine before I end up with a bald spot then! Can’t you just use regular curlers?” You whined, acting like you were the younger of the two of you.
Ignoring you, Hyuck picked up the instructions to actually read them and let out an “ah-ha” before taking the section in his fingers and inserting it into the wireless curler, this time near the root.
The hair glided through the device with no resistance and left as a gorgeous blonde ringlet that you gasped at. Perhaps you’d shut it down too soon. Doing the same to several other parts, Hyuck whizzed through his strands in a flash. Brushing them out, loose curls cascaded down your back, the roots of your hair pushed back for makeup.
Shifting his attention to your face, the cosmetologist applied red and gold eyeshadow to his sister’s lids and blended it well before extending it to your lower lids. He lined your eyes with a brown liner to give you mystery and depth before finishing the rest of your face with foundation, concealer, and highlighter.
Once he finished, Hyuck raided the cabinets for food, claiming he deserved a reward considering he wasn’t being paid for his services (“I hope you wear protection because becoming an uncle is not a reward but a punishment of scoliosis from piggyback rides and debt from a lifetime of Christmas presents.”)
He stood in the bedroom doorway eating a family-sized bag of kettle-cooked chips while you chose between candles. You still had to get dressed but were very much against wearing your surprise for Johnny around your brother and decided to get other aspects of the night prepared.
Hyuck left shortly after you picked a gingerbread scent, in favor of finding real food but stole the chips in his departure, something you would have to add back to your actual grocery list later. On his way out, he took a hair tie off his wrist and handed it to his sister.
“To keep on your arm, just in case,” Hyuck informed mysteriously. He didn’t expound on his action, stepping out of the house and closing the door behind him. You watched him exit, mumbling “what a weirdo” as you put it on your arm and walked back into the main part of the house. Hearing your phone ring, you shuffled back to the bedroom and picked it up, face beaming into a smile as you answered.
“Hi, baby,” you cooed into the mic, a finger twiddling a curl of hair absentmindedly as you listened. Perhaps the “simping” was mutual.
“I found the confectioner’s sugar you wanted. Apparently, the only store that sells it was all the way on the edge of town, but they said it’s the best out there, so I got it like you wanted,” Johnny chimed in with a lovesick tone. He was so whipped for the skater, he’d chew through concrete for you, and still didn’t realize the whole list was a wild goose chase.
You knew the ingredient was hard to come by after google searching in advance and Johnny’s willingness to follow things exactly as written, as he believed his girlfriend would never lie to him.
“Uh-huh that’s great, I can’t wait to bake with it,” you elucidated, holding back a laugh. “Was that the last item or do you have more to do?”
“Nope, that was the last thing and I’m almost back to yours,” he giddily replied, ready to return to you.
“Okay, then I shall reward you with kisses as payment for a job well done upon your arrival,” you smirked over the phone. And maybe with a lot more.
“I can’t wait!” Johnny jovially informed, none the wiser.
You finished getting prepared, changing into the lingerie set you’d bought for the occasion and spraying yourself with perfume. You lit the candles you’d placed out earlier and dimmed the lights to a soft, warm glow, and waited in your bedroom.
Johnny lugged the things to the elevator, bouncing with excitement and just wanting to kiss you after so many hours away. He was a tad bit clingy, but his love language was doing acts of service and he couldn’t resist being useful in some capacity.
He’d never had time to date between constant travel and work. He’d been in countries around the world stopping poaching and protecting endangered species. No one really asked him out growing up and his shy personality made it hard for him to open up to people. It caused him to internalize his feelings about himself and his insecurities to take the forefront in his mind sometimes.
Most people would find it weird that 26 year old, over 6-foot tall wealthy man was terrible at sex but he was relieved that it seemed like you didn’t mind (and that may have been because he didn’t tell you.)
When the elevator dinged open, he made his way to apartment 127 and punched in the passcode to get inside. Taking off his shoes in the foyer once he entered, he observed that the separating door was closed and that it was dark on the other side.
He slid the inner door open, stepping in with slippered feet, bags in his hands. He made his way to the kitchen by memory, his limited vision not failing him by the grace of God. Placing the bags on the counter, he left them there to search the house for his missing lover. Luckily, you were smart enough to think ahead and only put non-perishable groceries on the list, that way when your boyfriend came home to scope out the darkness, none of the food would go bad.
Walking down the main hall, Johnny wondered aloud, “Where is he? He told me I’d be getting kisses.”
Deciding to check the most obvious space, he entered the bedroom, a sentence starting from his mouth before his brain lost connection to his tongue.
“Hey, love...ah? Uh...kis-ses?” He uttered, wide-eyed and dumbstruck. There on the bed, you sat with your robe hanging off your left shoulder, smooth neck and prominent clavicle on full display, and your long, vivacious hair cascading down your right side. The light in the room was just enough to see you well and it was definitely a sight worth gazing upon.
“Hi,” you greeted with a low voice, a knowing smile on your lips. Johnny blinked at you, glitching, and processed your syllable.
“Uh, hi?” He stated back, almost from route memory rather than actually being able to mean it. His hand came up to brush his own long hair from his face, though the mid-neck length strands just fell back to where they were prior. “I didn’t-I wasn’t expecting—“
You noticed Johnny’s face flushing and him looking down at his hands. You tilted your head to watch as your mess of a boyfriend stuttered to get out a coherent sentence.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Youngho-yah?”
You stood up from the bed, stalking towards the tall man, slim legs almost floating on air. You approached the man with grace, stopping to stand before him and look up at him with your precious, manipulative eyes.
“Oh, uh, no, j-just that you, uh, promised k-kisses,” Johnny answered, bringing his hand up to scratch his neck but hitting his right wrist against his left hand and embarrassing himself further. Johnny looked down at him while still trying to ignore how attracted he was and smiled at you like you wouldn’t notice.
Leaning up, you attached your lips to Johnny's, mouth hot and heavy on him. It was quick though, no more than a few seconds of plush, open-mouthed presses, before you pulled away to bring your right hand up and slide your middle finger up Johnny’s chest, teasing him.
“Anything else?” You offered again, eyeing him hungrily. Today, Johnny left the usual non-prescription glasses that he wore as a safety net on the bedside table in their case and looked absolutely delectable. His eyesight was good, but he wore them to help him fade into the background.
“Y-you look pretty,” he swallowed, neck hot with arousal. He’d never seen this side of you before and it was truly enticing.
“It’s for you,” you concluded, flicking your long lashes up to gaze into Johnny’s brown eyes with an inviting look. The phrase sent chills over his body while simultaneously heating him enough to register a fever.
“For me?” He repeated in disbelief.
“We’ve been dating for some time now and I was hoping you’d wanna go a step further with me,” you clarified, continuing to place melting kisses on his lips between sentences. “What do you think?”
“I think...” Johnny scrambled to say, getting lost in the lust-filled pecks you kept distracting him with. It was like walking into a black widow’s web. Your right hand held the side of Johnny’s neck, keeping him close as your lips trailed from your lover’s cheek to the expanse of his throat. Sucking and licking naughty marks on his warm reddening tan skin, you smirked at Johnny’s malfunctioning. He was so quick to rile up and his outward innocence was too cute.
“I, uh, t-think,” he squeaked, blood rushing to his pants and the desire to push you down onto the bed strong in his heart. You didn’t let up, licking on the veins of his neck wickedly.
“M-my love,” Johnny gulped, sweating over your close proximity. “Uhm, wait!” He shouted before abruptly grabbing you by the upper arms to push you an arm’s distance away. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
“What is it?” You questioned, fearing the worst. Maybe he didn’t want you like that and you’d read too much into the Chrome tabs. Maybe he just wasn’t as sexually attractive as you’d thought or maybe Johnny was raised in a very religious household and just didn’t want to disappoint his parents of God despite being a grown man.
“I’m uh, a virgin,” Johnny blurted out, shielding himself as if you would burst into flames—or worse, laughter—at the news. Instead, he got a taken-aback stare and a down tone.
“Oh.” You were hoping he’d had sex at least once before, but you could work with that.
The only time Johnny had ever come close to sex was when a girl was giving him a handjob at a college party Jaehyun, an old classmate turned fellow researcher and best friend, made him go to many years ago. She wasn’t that into him, more than likely drunk and dared to take him upstairs, but fell asleep mid-stroke.
It was mortifying and he’d never shared the secret with anyone, tucking himself back into his pants and sneaking out of the event with no one paying him any mind.
Freaked out by the disappointment in your voice, Johnny felt his brain running at a million miles per hour thinking about how he might’ve just fucked up. “D-does that turn you off? I’m sorry I—“
Cutting him off immediately, you shook your head and grabbed his hand reassuringly. “No, no, no, baby! That’s okay, I don't mind at all.”
Johnny’s whole figure relaxed from the rigidity it accumulated over the past few minutes and your thumb brushed over the back of his hand as you continued with, “that just brings the question of would you like me to be your first? Like is right now what you would consider good parameters for losing your virginity?”
Looking around the room, he took in the sensual ambiance and the delicious scent of the air. He couldn’t deny how happy he was to see that you did this all for him, that you actually wanted him and desired him physically as well as romantically.
“Uhm, I t-think so, yes.” There was no way he’d admit that he’d thought about what it would be like to make love to you out of fear of coming off weird or awkward, but he was still a sexually hormonal male. He’d clearly jerked to sex videos and maybe sometimes let his mind wander to how you might look sprawled out underneath him.
He’d be stupid to turn down sex with his first lover, especially not when they were as lovely as you.
“Then come here,” you grinned, stepping back into his space only for Johnny to stop you and raise up his index finger as a sign.
“A-actually, can you give me like 5 minutes to freshen up? I’ve been out all day and—“
“Just go,” you interrupted, chuckling as Johnny rushed to the bathroom, like a cat with his tail between his legs.
Johnny quickly walked in, taking deep breaths in the mirror to focus before collecting himself. Despite how everyone around him guaranteed how hot his outward appearance was without his glasses, he was extremely insecure and felt the woman on the other side of the door was way out of his league.
You were a hot skater with an insanely flexible body and the most gorgeous features he’s ever seen in a person in his life. With long lashes that surround lovely doe eyes, thick brows that curl cutely when your always glossy and smooth lips pout, you were a total package and it constantly confused Johnny as to why you chose a nerdy wildlife researcher who’s never really touched anyone before.
His inexperience was heightened by how lame he felt when next to you, who oozed sex appeal and confidence. It was still baffling how you were serious about this even with how ravishing you looked on the other side of the door.
Undressing quickly, he washed himself of the grime on his person, not bothering to cleanse his hair, and grabbed a clean towel from the in-bathroom closet. He dried off while trying not to think about how nice you were to him and how skilled and understanding you were about Johnny’s lack of bedroom knowledge. It was then that he realized he forgot to bring clothes.
Not that he needed them considering what he was about to do, but his thoughts swarmed him with remarks of his idiocy. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he cracked the door slowly, eyes to the floor. His figure waddled out of the room with a side step and you looked him over before curling a finger to call him closer.
Once he stood in front of his lover, who sat at the foot of the bed, Johnny watched you lift yourself off the bed, flicking your hair over your shoulder.
“Looks like you've been hiding all this from me.” Your fingers glided over his strong shoulders. “My handsome, strong man, you feel so nice.”
“It’s n-not like that. It’s just that a healthy body makes way for a healthy mind and J-jaehyun suggested we go to the gym together and—“
You pressed your lips against Johnny’s to shut him up and Johnny quickly fumbled to kiss you back. His arms wrapped around your waist unconsciously pulling you close to each other. You slipped your tongue into Johnny’s mouth as your hand went to the nape of the tall man’s neck. Your tongue sucked on Johnny’s as you moaned softly into his mouth. Johnny used to struggle with keeping pace when you first started dating but after several makeout sessions, he had gained a sliver of skill from it.
Pulling away slowly, you opened your eyes to see Johnny also opening his with a frown and trying to bring you back in. You shook your head and reached behind you to un-cling Johnny’s hands from you. As if sensing your boyfriend’s disappointment and feelings of insecurity, you quickly eased him with, “I don’t want to stop this, I just want you to sit down.”
Johnny let out a sigh of relief, glad that you weren’t upset with him, and quickly placed himself on the bed his lover once occupied after you stepped aside. You turned on your heels to stand in front of him and Johnny looked you over.
Your gorgeous hair framed your sharp yet dainty face, back behind your shoulders. You adorned a robe of the softest silk that stopped mid-thigh and barely covered your nice ass. Your thighs were hairless along with the rest of your legs having waxed in preparation and were so smooth looking that he desperately wanted to touch them. You looked utterly ethereal like a goddess as you towered over Johnny and the man couldn’t wait to worship you.
You tugged at the string of your covering revealing a nice pair of panties underneath that split with each lip. Johnny’s eyes were blown out at the sight and his cock twitched under his towel in anticipation of his next instructions. You’d had already taken the reins on how the night was meant to proceed and Johnny was more than acquiescing to your commands.
Sinking to your knees, you looked up at Johnny, who eyed you with intense concentration despite the obvious bulge straining under his towel.
“Baby…” Bringing a hand up to the fold in it, you questioned him with, “Can I touch you?”
“Y-yes,” Johnny breathed out, nervous out of his mind. He didn’t dare to blink, too afraid he’d miss something.
Unraveling the top of the towel, you kneeled at eye level with the thick hardness of Johnny’s cock. It was long and girthy, far too big to fit in your throat no matter how good at controlling your gag reflex. You shifted to kissing Johnny’s knee, causing him to jump at the tickle it brought. You nudged the bent bone with your hand.
“Can you spread your legs a bit?” You requested, licking up your palm and taking the length in his hand. Johnny's breath hitched, your damp skin nice on his cock, like he was dreaming it. He was holding onto the sheets on either side of him, precum messy of his hard shaft.
“I’m going to suck you off okay? Is it alright if I put you in my mouth?” You notified while giving Johnny a chance to stop, thumbing over the fluid as you moistened your tongue in preparation.
“Fuck yes,” Johnny cursed while nodding fast, which was wild as he rarely used profanity.
Licking the tip, you let the saltiness develop on your taste buds. You opened your mouth a bit wider to suck on it. Using one hand to hold Johnny’s thigh for stability, you slid the cock further into the warmth of your orifice, spit wetting it as you slowly bobbed your head. Every few dips, you pushed your hair back, the strands falling rebelliously back to where you moved them from. You kept your eyes staring into Johnny’s, the man having time holding in his groans at how hot both the gaze and the skill you had were.
Pulling up for air, you stroked it, jerking hard as your lips were sticky with spit. You leaned back closer, kissing up the dick and drooling globs of saliva all over it to make the friction painless.
Johnny could tell that even through the hard work, you were getting frustrated with your locks, flicking them to the side to see. He helped you brush them away, tucking them behind your ear and thumbing over your cheek. You were only shallowly sucking him and rubbing the parts you couldn’t fit when Johnny gathered all your hair into a makeshift ponytail. Remembering the hair tie Hyuck gave you, you lifted up and handed it to him.
“Here,” you offered, re-grabbing the cock. Your lips were already puffy but still brave enough to ask, “Do you wanna fuck my mouth?”
“What—Uh, I, uhm,” Johnny was caught off guard by the filthy words, turned on by how lovely you looked with saliva on your lips and a strange part of him wanted to see how much more delicate you’d look with your throat full. His hands were full, wrapping the hair into the ponytail and he was focused on it when the question came out.
“It’s okay if you do baby, just keep holding my hair, okay? Use it as a guide and do what feels right,” you reassured, smiling lightly up at him once the hair was secured. Johnny’s face furrowed with concern.
“B-but what if I hurt you? I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“If you do, I’ll pinch your thigh and you stop, okay? Just stand up.” Directing him upright onto his feet, you moved back with your knees burning from the carpet. You ignored the sting and slipped the length back into your mouth, widening it as much as possible to avoid grazing your boyfriend with your teeth. You placed both hands on the tan thighs, allowing the spaced-out legs to keep you held.
Johnny slowly thrusted it in, trying to find a rhythm. He pushed your head down and the bush of his pubes tickled the athlete’s nose. Tears welled in your eyes as the dick viciously ravaged your mouth. You both loved the feelings you were experiencing with your moans vibrating well around him as you got off on the pain from being rough. You were used to more dominant lovers, so Johnny was slightly different.
The man wanted to manhandle and be dominant but didn’t know how to express it. He was too deep in his shell and having to help him discover his desires and voice them was a bit challenging but rewarding because while Johnny craved to break and remold, you craved to be broken and remolded.
Johnny twitched on your tongue and stopped for a second, you pulling off to stroke him. The researcher was heaving, noticeably close. There were videos in his history, Babe Gets Throat Fucked by Three Huge Cocks - Bukkake and a more on-the-nose one, Long Haired Blonde Loves Facials.
Not that he’d admit it, but Johnny liked watching the cum cover them and drip down. The feeling of power in towering over someone, humiliating them and sullying their alluring faces.
“Where do you wanna cum, baby? On my tongue? My chest, hmm?” You offered, baiting him and giving him the illusion of choice while knowing his real wish.
“It’s embarrassing, a-a tissue is fine. I can finish in the bathroom,” Johnny dismissed, growing shy.
“Youngho-yah, it’s fine, you know you can tell me. Nothing’s embarrassing about opening during sex,” you explained, a little chiding. You also found being a cumrag kinda hot too.
“Uh, I, uh, want to e-ejaculate on uh, y-your, your face…” Johnny grunted, his own inner want betraying him as his face flushed at what he had blurted out. “I-I mean—“
“Cum on my face, love, if that’s what you want,” you began, stroking him faster than ever, bringing your head as close to the tip as possible. “Make a mess all over it.”
Johnny let out a gasp at the words and they ignited a flame in him. Within a few tugs, his release emptied without warning, making you jerk as semen landed over from your forehead eyebrow to your upper lip, narrowly managing to miss your eye. The flushed red dick rubbed against the apple of your cheek smearing the white fluid in threads from the tip.
Continuing to draw pleasure from Johnny, you squeezed him dry, more spurts coating your face as Johnny leaned over you with shaky legs. The zoologist would not be able to deny how much he liked seeing it, but once you stopped stroking him, guilt immediately consumed him.
“Oh my god, my love, I am so sorry!” The man apologized profusely once he collected himself, immediately moving to the bathroom to get a wet rag to wipe your face. No doubt your makeup had been slightly smudged by tears but you still looked pretty and Johnny was definitely still salivating over the underwear you were wearing.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“
“Youngho, it’s fine,” you said, swiping some of the seed off your cheeks and licking off your finger while making eye contact, causing Johnny to gulp and for his dick to slowly fill with heat again.
Taking the rag to dab off the sticky area while avoiding messing up your makeup further, you cleaned yourself off. Tossing it on the floor to join the party of strewn things, you turned to Johnny who looked like a cross between guilty and horny, almost like a teen caught with a playboy magazine.
“Love,” you murmured, sliding your hands over your own torso seductively as you stood over the bed. Johnny looked up and stared at your pelvis enamored by how pretty your pussy looked in the undergarment. You climbed onto Johnny’s lap, the researcher showing no hesitation in wrapping his hand around you. “I want you to eat me out.”
“Yes, I want you to eat me out. I wanna cum on your face too. It’s only fair, right?” you chuckled, teasing him like Johnny wasn’t going through an internal crisis.
As if it wasn’t obvious enough, Johnny had never given head a day in his life. The only “oral'' he'd ever given ended in “presentation.” He kept his head in books, not between legs but Busty Chick Loves Getting Her Pussy Ate - 69 was quite fascinating to him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take it slow, we have all night. I don’t mind, just relax.” Slowly rocking your hip with cunt lips rubbing against Johnny’s cock, you felt it rising back up a little.
“Slow, I can do slow...” Letting go so that you could crawl over onto and up the bed, he watched as you positioned yourself on the bed. You tilted your head because the ponytail was in the dead center, making it harder to have your head facing the ceiling.
Once you settled, you bent your knees and sighed, closing your eyes as you slipped a finger to your folds. The panties you were wearing were easy-access underwear that had two thin thong-like straps that went in the crease between your labia and thighs. The rose decorative mesh was flat against your pelvis, like a diamond shape with your pussy lips as the bottom point.
Teasing yourself, you tapped over your hole, slick sticky on your inner thighs. Johnny found himself biting his lip in concentration, turned on more than when he watched porn perhaps attributed to the intense love he felt for the woman touching herself before him.
“Baby, come here,” you beckoned him, Johnny getting up to join you more firmly on the bed. His bath towel fell from the mattress to join the abandoned robe on the floor as the researcher lay flat on the sheets, his head between your legs.
“You can start whenever you’re ready,” The medalist guided, encouraging Johnny to operate at his own pace. “Just lick as you like.”
Johnny stared at the wet orifice, the idea behind what he was about to do a little daunting. He was damn near 30 and losing his mind over being faced with physical pleasure. Putting on his big boy pants, he lowered his head down.
The first touch you felt was a curious lick. Johnny’s tongue was covered in saliva and swiped directly up to your clit. It was uncalculated, but surprisingly on the mark.
His second was similar, a flick to the nub, but then letting his tongue rest flat on you, the warmth of your boyfriend’s mouth sending light tingles to bubble in your belly.
Then he shifted to circling around the bud, probably something he’d seen on a Not Safe For Work Twitter page while bored one night. You gasped lightly at it and it was a sound that excited him. He liked the way it surprised you. It felt like he had something to prove to his lover. It fueled his need to please you more.
He needed to make you louder, to make you moan, to make you scream.
He circled it again, more breaths coming from you as your leg twitched slightly. Johnny cupped your thighs, another trick copied, and added a bit of speed to it. You let out a whimper that awed even yourself as you used the back of your hand to cover your mouth.
The man opted for sucking on your pearl, his full lips encasing around it as your back arched, hips aching to be nearer.
“J-just like that,” you murmured when Johnny began slurping you. Johnny lost himself in tasting the sweet wetness of his girlfriend, lapping over you as you started getting restless.
You hadn’t expected him to excel so quickly and were groaning faintly as Johnny tongued your hole, darting in and out of you.
You gushed more slick as Johnny's left hand rubbed your outer right thigh to relax you, his head bobbed all over. His coordination was messy as a first-timer, but he was trying his best and was doing well to please.
The zoologist’s right hand uncurled from his girlfriend’s thigh to press your left leg open wider. He began to rapidly flex over the glistening clit, unrelenting when loud moans rang from you. His own long hair slightly rested on your right leg and you found yourself burying your hands in it and tugging on it as Johnny brought a finger to your slit. Lightly poking the entrance, he coated his finger in the juices—something he’d seen before during his Pornhub viewings—and eased it in.
“Oh, fuck, Youngho-ah, yes, yes,” you praised, still fisting the hair and Johnny felt pride in himself at getting the woman to writhe under him.
Johnny pumped it deep into you. He’d heard of the g spot before, having heard Bedrock by Young Money many times during his youth in Chicago and looking it up like any normal teen would, but this was his chance to actually find it. Curling his finger, he felt around for the spongy part all the sexual health blogs described but came up with nothing. He kept his tongue busy to mask his disappointment and you were oblivious, too wound up with your eyes rolled back to notice.
He slipped another digit in and gave it a second shot, doing a “come hither” motion against the inner roof of your tight walls, brushing against your cervix. Your entire body twitched at the action and looked down to see Johnny giving you a straight stare back while he continued to work the wet muscle of his mouth between your pussy lips.
The look rivaled the one you gave him earlier when you were on your knees. It was one that held strong desire within them, like the regular Johnny you knew was gone and replaced by a demon with a mission of making you orgasm within an inch of your life despite barely knowing what he was doing.
Johnny repeated the action and felt your hips buck forward towards him in appreciation. He fucked the fingers into you, dripping spit to glide them in more as your breathing changed to quicker intakes.
“Ooh,” you whimpered. The mewls that came from your mouth continued to encourage the wildlife biologist as he licked sloppy strips up your pussy. With toes curled and hips flexing, you rode Johnny’s face with intention.
“Fuck, pretty boy, I’m close,” you breathed out, his own head tilting back as Johnny got brave and inserted a third finger. He pistoned them out, dipping back towards your sweet spot with each return, grinning at the clenching he felt on his phalanges.
“Shit, shit, shit!” You chanted as your back arched and your vision clouded. Orgasm blowing through you, you pulled Johnny’s locks as much as possible, riding it out. Surprising you both, squirt leaked from your cunt, spraying Johnny and the sheets below you, and if you weren’t too high off the rapture, you would’ve blushed.
Did I do well?” Johnny questioned shyly as he wiped the lower half of his face on a small dry part of the sheets he managed to find beside him. He kneeled up on the bed while still between his lover’s legs, cautiously looking at his girlfriend. Though he had made you cum, he still needed his doubts to be soothed, insecurities already seeping in.
“Absolutely amazing,” you managed to choke out. You stared off to the side of the room at floating dots trying to catch yourself. Your torso lay flat while your knees were still bent up. Once given a pleasing response, Johnny’s look towards you shifted to intense pining and hunger, so in love with the woman before him.
“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered while stroking himself. His cock was half-mast, but with how gorgeous you were in your lingerie in this position, he was having no problem getting it to raise more.
There was one missionary video, something described as a married couple making slow, sensual love. The watch bar indicated that Johnny did watch all 22 minutes of it, but in contrast, there were more clips of a different position. At least three consecutive videos with “Fat Ass” and in doggy style were viewed by your boyfriend.
You had never really noticed before but perhaps Johnny was an ass man. He tended to walk behind you on busy streets and open the door for you often when out on dates, but you just took it as Johnny being a gentleman but maybe there was more to it.
You rolled over onto your stomach to arch your back with your bottom up in the air. Your knees dug into the mattress, but the feeling was far less intense than the carpet. Your pussy was on full display to the man behind you as you had your legs far enough apart to have an easier time in the position. Unconsciously reaching out, Johnny’s hand reached out to caress your ass and back, squeezing it and winding them both up.
“Fuck me, please,” you pleaded, reaching under yourself to rub your clit. Johnny crawled closer, his right hand moving to hold your hip. He made his way to line himself up with your slit before realizing a slight issue.
“...uh, love?” The researcher called out, sounding unsure. His eyes switched to and fro between the tip of his cock and the way his girlriend’s slippery juices were shining on the cunt in front of him.
“Yes, ugh, love?” You answered while wiggling your ass closer, thinking that you were too far away. Johnny’s stomach tightened at how much he wanted you but stayed strong.
“I d-don’t have a condom…” Johnny told him shyly, scratching his neck with his other hand still holding his penis.
“It’s fine, baby, I’m on birth control.”
Johnny shivered at the lust in your voice. He was compelled to listen, operating on autopilot as he lined himself up once more and pushed in that time. You tensed at the stretch and Johnny stroked his thumb over the back of your hip to ease you.
You felt amazing inside, and even better around his cock than his fingers. You gasped as the length hit your cervix with the first slide in, though it was not that much of a surprise considering how large every other part of Johnny’s was.
Johnny slowly slipped back, bucking forward with his eyes trained on the way your ass jiggled when they connected with the skin of his pelvis.
You were still rubbing your nub, your body tingling from the sensation of being filled and stimulated. Both of the genius’ hands started gripping tighter as the glide into your wet cunt got easier, groans escaping you as you were fucked into the mattress.
Johnny admired the way your spine acquiesced to the bend. An athlete's flexibility was truly a visual feat. “So pretty, my love. You, ugh, look so pretty like this.”
Johnny was becoming more confident in his intimacy skills but still had a problem vocalizing anything more than his grunts and how good it felt. It was easy to tell that he was an ass man which was why they were in that position to begin with, but he was still hesitant about expressing his kinks.
“I do?” You pushed back into the thrusts, back burning a bit from arousal.
“Y-yes,” he concurred. His right hand came up to brush the hairs that were strewn across your back, arranging them as neatly as he could in two pushes. His hand lingered on the blonde strands for a few seconds before he leaned down to kiss your shoulder blade.
“Your skin is so delicate and pure…” and you wish to ruin it, mark it up, and defile it.
“The flowers on your underwear look so beautiful on you…” and you wish I'd only ever wear it and nothing else.
“What, am I hurting you?” Johnny halted his movements immediately, worried. You sighed, looked over your shoulder, and shook your head slightly.
“No, I mean let go of your apprehension. Make love to me like you mean it, not like you think you should.” Your eyes were serious, almost begging as you spoke your next words. “I want you to fuck me, Suh Youngho.”
Your words washed over him and the weights he didn’t realize he was holding fell off with the waves.
Without thinking, Johnny gripped your hair before tugging it back, causing you to hiss and wince at the pain. You’re pulled up from the bed, hands flying out in front to hold yourself up. Johnny’s left hand came to touch your breast, fingertips squeezing the nipple of the sensitive mound.
Johnny also liked light BDSM, go figure.
Your back curled up against Johnny’s chest as he kissed up your neck. Still not bothering to thrust, Johnny murmured sweet nothings into your throat, left hand drawing like cursive all over your body before trailing to your wetness while he held your hair taut.
“Yes, yes,” You mewled as your pussy was teased by your lover. Your thighs shook as the direct attention was hard and focused. Tears welled in your eyes at the stinging on your scalp, but you were always a fan of pain with boyfriends of the past.
Finally deciding to continue, Johnny pistoned his hips forward allowing his possession of your locks to bring them back together. It was like his shyness had faded just enough to get him to truly enjoy himself instead of needing to impress you. He didn’t need to focus on just making his lover feel good but on making it a shared experience you both loved.
Your arms tried to keep you steady as you gripped the sheets, the top of Johnny’s dick hitting your sweet spot over and over and making it difficult to stay firmly planted.
“I love you so much,” he breathed out softly into the shell of your ear before pounding into you harder than he had been.
“I-I, fuck,” you drooled down your chin, the ardor too overwhelming to choke anything out.
“You what, baby? Come on, say it,” Johnny goaded, giving a sense of deja vu but with a reversal of their personalities. It was like he’d absorbed part of your fervor from earlier.
“I-I,” you stammered as Johnny pressed more into your clit, the intensity was mind-blowing and intentional. Johnny was making you unable to speak coherently. Spit was frothing at your lips and only babbles could be heard.
“Tell me, baby, tell me,” he demanded as if he needed to be assured or he’d break.
“I—ahh, love you,” you barely got out as you came around Johnny, legs squeezing together slightly with your arms giving out and falling back into an arch on the mattress.
Johnny didn’t give you a second of reprieve, dropping your hair to brush his own back strands and gripping both hips roughly over the straps of the panties, fucking into you and using your release as a lubricant.
“So pretty and all mine,” he whispered, drunk off the emotion of the room.
“Ah-all yours…” You were a mess underneath him, still rubbing your cunt through your orgasm while Johnny twitched inside you close to the end of the chase for his own. Pushing into you fully, he came deep inside your walls, sighing as it spurted out. It was another kink he enjoyed watching, creampieing.
He felt like it gave him control, like he was in charge. His entire life, he had preconceived notions placed on him about how smart kids weren’t cool and harmful stereotypes around being Asian made it worse. He felt like he had to please everyone, that he couldn’t express his interest outside of science and math. It was like everyone chose for him.
In this bed, buried in your cunt, he was making decisions. You knew what Johnny wanted deep down—to release that savage beast that clawed inside him—and you’d help him free it because if he didn’t, one day, it’d swallow him whole.
He pulled out, adjusting himself to move backward on the bed, eyes wandering down to see it trickling out of your warm hole. Even as tired as you were, you used your trained endurance to keep your ass up to ensure he got the view, pushing the cum out with the flex of your pelvic muscles.
You were leading him to choose for himself, gaining his own voice, and soon enough, he wouldn't need you working behind the scenes, it would just come naturally.
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