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While not 100% happy with everything I didnt wanna hold it back any longer so here it is, da sequel. This time named after Scary Love by The Neighbourhood. Its a little more focused on Johnnys depression simply because I didnt wanna specify readers issues much so its more inclusive. Well anyway, I hope you sill like it and stay tuned for more content uwu

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Johnny x suicidal!Reader – Scary Love

Wordcount: 7,3k

Short summary: Noticing that Johnny is falling into old unhealthy habits you and Gyro worry. When you finally catch a moment to talk to him, he reveals his issues, and you have a good way of solving them.

Warnings: Mention of suicide, depression, self-hatred, all that Jazz, just like last time uwu. (More on Johnny focused this time to keep Readers issues vague) Also, there’s sex in this one. So yeah, general NSFW warning, Praise Kink, Johnny being possessive, Reader is the CEO of praise for Johnny.

AFAB genitals for reader but no gender mentioned. Spit as lube and bareback sex YEEHAW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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"Mornin' Gyro!" You mumbled as you sat down across from your roommate who sat that the kitchen table. His hair was tied in a messy bun and still wet from his shower, and the dark bags under his eyes were as prominent as ever. He sipped on his coffee, barely registering that you were there. "Buon giorno." He finally answered and his head fell almost onto the table.

"You make a prime example of what everyone thinks medical students look like."

"Handsome as fuck?"

"No, tired and done." Gyro shrugged, accepting your thesis as correct. You quickly went for some coffee yourself since Gyro had already been so kind to make a whole pot, probably to keep downing it to keep working. Exam phase had him in a choke hold currently, and you really didn't envy him.

"It'll be over soon. Then you can go back to your normal days."

"I hope so. The falling asleep on my desk thing is starting to kill me."

"Then sleep in the bed." You stated dryly, but you knew he wouldn't. He took studying very seriously. At least most of the time.

"Have ya seen Johnny already?"

"Nope. You know he sleeps in, especially when he worked all night." You nodded and sat back down across from him.

"You look tired yourself..." Gyro stated and made it sound questioning. "Yeah, a bit. Been sleeping bad as of late." Gyro nodded and took a sip before he continued.

"Feeling worse as of late or any idea what the cause could be?" You chuckled. He was truly cut out to be a doctor.

"Just mentally exhausted. It'll pass by soon probably." The longhaired blond gave you a pleasant smile, he by now too knew of your problems but he would never judge. He was already used to Johnny, and you were his friend too.

Speaking of the blond ex jockey, he came rolling, looking in a worse state than Gyro even.

"Mornin' darlin'." He mumbled and gave you a kiss on the cheek and greeted Gyro before taking his usual space at the table. Just so the little grumpy cat didn't have to bother with his coffee you got up to get a mug for him and filled it with the same liquid that you and Gyro were already consuming. He kindly thanked you as he wrapped his lanky fingers around the ceramic mug.

"We're going to the stables later. You wanna come along?" Johnny asked you but you didn't feel up for it today.

"Sorry, I'll come along next time. But greet the girls from me, yeah?" Gyro stared at you with a confused expression before he got it, nodding.

"You seriously need some sleep Gyro. Proper sleep. Otherwise, you're gonna make me worry that you're gonna crash your car." "Yeah yeah." He mumbled, obviously not taking you seriously.

“Julius.” You warned him and he gasped, playing offended but you got your point across. The day you had found out that Gyro wasn’t his actual name had been chaotic.

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“Hey Julius!” You greeted Gyro who sat with Johnny in the living room, the two formerly busy with a boardgame but at the sound of that name, Gyros head snapped in your direction before he began staring at Johnny.

“YOU FUCKING TOLD THEM?” “No, I didn’t!” Johnny defended himself with Gyro not believing a word. He turned to you and pointed a finger accusingly at Johnny.

“His real name is Jonathan!” You stared confused at the two, not really grasping what has happening here. “Oh wow, what a secret!” Johnny replied sarcastically.

“Oh, then do they know about your other little secret, mhmm?” The teasing tone in Gyros voice had Johnny mad.

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Why are only you allowed to tell them secrets!” The two kept screaming at each other, getting only more railed up. You stood there in shook at the sudden shift in tone between them, not wanting to tell Gyro you knew because you had found his lost ID behind the cupboard in the corridor.

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Gyro got up to put his mug into the sink, stating a nap would indeed be nice and disappeared into his room.

"What day is it?" You asked Johnny and he immediately knew he fucked up.

"Wednesday." He mumbled.

"And where were you supposed to be two hours ago?"

"I cancelled it this time." You stared at him blankly.

"That’s not the point. You're not supposed to skip physical therapy constantly." Johnny felt annoyed already. He knew you were more than right, he needed to go. For himself. But he couldn't.

"I know you're struggling right now but walking this path of self-destruction isn't good. You only hurt yourself this way." He didn't reply but you didn't mind.

"I really don't know what's gotten into you recently." With that you left the kitchen too, leaving behind a Johnny who hated that you were right.

Johnny's path of self-destruction had begun about two weeks back when he suddenly skipped his physical therapy, stating he had forgotten.

Can happen once yeah, but not four times in a row. He also seemed a lot more in thought, and he distanced himself.

You let him be at first, knowing Firsthand that sometimes you needed time alone, but Johnny was really pushing it. You weren't mad per se, only disappointed that he kept pushing you and Gyro away to wither away in his room all day.

You sighed as you let yourself fall onto your bed. Just what set him off you wondered. You couldn't remember anything special happening. "Johnny Day" was still a few months away, his studies were going well, everything was going great.

So, what exactly had happened to sour his mood was a mystery to you. And as much as you hated to admit it but seeing him like this involuntarily made you feel a little miserable too. You couldn’t help him much, which angered you even. Feeling helpless while seeing the person you held dear to your heart ripped it apart.

Not wanting to let your mind be dominated by the dark thoughts that crept up, you reached for your nightstand. Its drawer to be more specific, to get your scrapbook out.

You flipped through the pages, reliving the memories you made with the people you adored most. Be it you three in your Halloween “power puff girls” costumes, Christmas together or just recently when you went out to party together again.

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You shuddered as you downed the alcohol Gyro had brought to the table. “Couldn’t you have gotten something better than this ass-tasting shit?” Johnny complained in your place and Gyro just shrugged.

“Don’t be like that, I can get something else later.” You chuckled along, just feeling beyond happy you went out with the guys.

“Besides you picked this tacky excuse of establishment, so don’t complain now.” Gyro was right. Johnny’s choice of bar wasn’t what either of you had expected. Well, kind of. It was old western/cowboy themed, but you weren’t one to complain.

The wooden interieur was still giving you a comfortable feeling and it certainly was a fun new thing and different from the usual clubs you had visited. The waitresses were running around in cowgirl outfits, completed with hats and everything. Further down the big room was a mechanical bull, where people gathered to cheer on whoever was currently giving it a go. Near it was the music station where a mix of older songs came from.

Johnny followed your gaze down to the open area. “I used to be pretty decent at that!” Johnny commented as he saw you mustering the bull who had just tossed off its rider.

“Really?” You asked astonished and saw the sparkle in his eyes when he told you all about how he was second to the record holder.

“Why not give it a go now Jaw-Knee?” Gyro asked teasingly and the blond shook his head. “Nah, my legs don’t give me enough support just yet. Maybe some other day.” Gyro nodded and held his glass up.

“Then I shall try!” He proclaimed, downed the shot, and began making his way over.

“Come on! Let’s see him make a fool of himself!” Johnny said and tugged on your arm. You laughed wholeheartedly and followed the blond who eagerly went after his friend. Once there Johnny sat comfortably in the front with you behind him, your hands on his shoulders.

You watched two other people before it was Gyros turn finally. He looked his part with his odd hat he always wore while riding and brought along today for the occasion. His flashy golden smile was directed towards you two as he climbed on the bull.

“Do we do time bets?” Johnny asked you and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, hell yeah. Five bucks on 40 seconds.” “Five on more than that.”

You chuckled and watched Gyro confidently flex his arms for fun, making some ladies in the crowd ogle him before he was startled by the sudden movement of the machine. Gyro quickly caught onto the rope part and held it tight, hollering along with the music.

“What a fool.” You laughed and Johnny shook under your fingers from trying to contain his amusement. Around the thirty second mark Gyro wasn’t being so cocky anymore has he was desperately clinging onto the mechanical animal underneath him. One hand still high in the air, the other gripping the rope tight, his legs firmly pressed against it.

“You’re gonna loose.” Johnny sing sang. And he was right. The timer passed forty seconds, Gyros expression now primarily pure concentration, and you knew Johnny had won.

Damn him.

At 53 seconds Gyro was tossed of, landing with an oompf in the cushions not too far away from Johnny and you.

The Italian quickly gathered his hat and exited, striding to his friends quickly.

“Wasn’t that good?” He asked, grin spread wide across his face. The two of you nodded eagerly and you quickly dug around in your pocket to pull out a crumbled five-dollar bill to hand to Johnny.

“Oi, what’s that for?” Gyro questioned. “We bet on your time. Y/N lost.” Johnny explained and happily tugged the bill in his wallet. “Gamblers.” Gyro playfully scoffed and gestured to the bar.

“Then at least be so kind to get us some drinks with the money you earned thanks to me!” Gyro said and Johnny rolled his eyes before making his way over to the bar. You watched after him for a second before Gyro grabbed you and pulled you back to the table.

You two chatted before Johnny came back, a little tray placed in his lap with the drinks on it. “I got us better stuff this time around.” He proclaimed but you watched Gyro snatch one drink and sniff it, his face souring.

“Whiskey? You think that’s better?” He asked and Johnny nodded. “Heck yeah. You just don’t have taste.”

“I’ll get drinks next time if you can’t behave.” You mumbled and grabbed your glass too. In the process of leaning over you kissed Johnny cheek, simply feeling affectionate. Maybe the first round of alcohol already took effect.

“Stahp.” Johnny complained. He was never huge on PDA. Gyro just giggled. “Johnny and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S- You’re such a child sometimes.” Johnny interrupted him and took a sip from his glass.

“You both are.” You corrected, now taking a sip too. Man. You were right. They both have no taste.

After you had later introduced them to better tasting alcohol (which they didn’t stick to, since they are stubborn and would rather wallow in their bad tasting stuff), you all just chatted about anything.

How their classes were going, about riding, Gyros funny escapades back when he was still in Italy. It was a great time, everyone having fun, especially Johnny who by now was resting his head on his arm on the table only looking at you with a dreamy expression.

“Ohh, I like this song!” Gyro proclaimed, which you barley registered as you were too busy staring back at Johnny.

You couldn’t help but marvel at his beauty. He looked so pretty in the dimmed lights with the strobe lights occasionally lighting him in blue, green and red.

You were ripped out of you trance and Johnny consequently too when Gyro pulled you with him to dance. Now that your brain didn’t fully focus on Johnny anymore you found your steps and stopped the awkward stumbling after Gyro. You chuckled and danced along with Gyro, who occasionally spun you around. Johnny remained at the stable, seemingly content with just watching you two.

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You looked at the photo of that evening which served as a reminder in your book. It was you and Gyro dancing, having a great time together. Johnny had been so kind to take that one with his phone and send it to you to print and put in the book.

The book was coming along nicely, as well as all other aspects in your life. Having met Johnny and making your recovery path together with each other’s support has been the best thing in your life. So, it made you even sadder that currently Johnny was stumbling, refusing help from anyone, even you.

“I’m fine.” “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Just some minor thing.”

He was playing dumb, hoping the little white lies would satisfy you. But you saw right through him. There was more going on than he wanted you to know. But you were determined to find out, wanting to help him get back on track. Him skipping and cancelling his therapy made you especially warry.

This wasn’t just a bad day, or a bad week as he had claimed.

Frustrated you rolled off your bed, and sat at your desk, booting up your laptop to get some work done. During your time you eventually faintly heard Johnny and Gyro in the living room, probably preparing to go to the stables.

You weren’t sure if you had imagined that, but it sounded almost like Johnny had eventually come over to your door but just stood outside of it before going away. You were unsure if he had wanted to come in and talk or something, but you were almost glad he didn’t.

Because it’d mean the talk would be cut short, probably by an impatient Gyro and therefore barely made any sense. You catch him later and talk to him. Soon enough it was completely quiet, so they probably left.

Snatching your headphones from the corner of the table you kept working away, getting good progress in. A message from a certain Italian had you then take a break. He had sent a photo of Johnny riding happily on the track at the stables.

>He’s in a better mood. Did you talk to him already?< You weren’t the only one who had noticed his change. While Gyro didn’t get him the way you did, he always tries his best to be support for the both of you. And when Gyro caught on that Johnny was skipping therapy, he wished he could help more but his exams had him in a choke hold currently.

>Not yet. Only made my stance clear this morning. I’ll get him later and try to get the answer.<

>Alrighty. Wanna see something beautiful?< >Sure.<

You wondered what Gyro would send now. And of course, it was a selfie with his beloved Valkyrie. >Dork.< You commented dryly.

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A few hours passed with you later deciding on a break that contained scrolling through various social media sites and getting a drink. Just as you drank the last bit of your iced tea, you heard the front door being closed. You waited for a few minutes, giving the boys time to take off their shoes and relax before you opened your door.

Johnny was already seated at the couch in the living room, looking a little tired. You spotted Gyro hurrying along with a bottle of water into his room, probably going back to studying.

“How’s Slow Dancer?” You asked and got over to the blond, who seemed spooked for a second, obviously not having noticed you. “She’s doing good, just missed you there.” He smiled.

“I’ll come next time yeah?” You plopped down next to him, turning his head with your hand on his cheek to kiss him.

“Stop I smell like horse.” You just shrugged and gave him another, driving home the point that you really didn’t care. “I…I wanted to say sorry.” You raised an eyebrow. Johnny didn’t look at you while he spoke.

“What for?”

“I don’t know. I guess skipping therapy, getting bitchy about the topic. Ya know. All that stuff.” He rubbed his neck and nervously glanced at your face.

“You’re… Not gonna break up with me, right?”

“That’s what you’re worried about, really?” You cocked you head and gave him the most confused look ever.

“Johnny, that’s not what this is about. I wanna know why you suddenly made a one hundred- and eighty-degree turn in behavior. You have been odd recently and I don’t like not knowing what’s going on with you. I can’t help you then.” Johnny kept staring at the floor, kneading his hands nervously.

“Do you remember that time we went out? To the western club?” You made a humming noise, signaling for him to continue.

“Ever since I have been feeling just… Like shit. I don’t know why but… Seeing you dance with Gyro…”

You furrow your brow in confusion, trying to piece together what Johnny is saying. Hesitantly you spoke; “Are you... Jealous?” You questioned carefully, trying to not come to the wrong conclusion.

“I-...I guess. Not of Gyro and you... Rather… I hate not being able to do with you what he can.” Johnny looked away, struggling to explain his feelings.

“I wanted to dance with you so bad. Have you spin around, show off. But I can’t. And it made me realize that… You could always do better.” You heart ached hearing his words.

“Johnny I- No I mean it. There’s a looooot of stuff we can’t do thanks to my lame feet. I’m also often described to have a horrendous personality. And so, I just worry… That someday you’ll find someone better. And leave me like most people in my life did.” You reached for his hand tenderly holding it.

“Don’t even dare to think that. I love you. More than anything else yeah?” You shifted, moving to straddle his lap as you sat on top of him, gently cupping his face with your hands. In his blue eyes you saw the tears that threatened to escape and the sad expression that painted his face.

“I love you.” You repeated, hoping it’d get through his stubborn head.

“You mean it?” Suppressing a sigh, you just leaned down to kiss him slowly. Once you parted you remained just as close to whisper against his lips.

“Of course. You’re perfect Johnny.”

“Now you’re lying.” He retorted and you really wanted to slap him across the face to get him thinking straight. But you knew better, kinder ways.

“I am not. Calling me a liar Johnny? That’s rude. I ain’t lying when I say all these things.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, then moved to pepper his face in kisses.

“I love your hair, it’s so beautiful and soft. Love running my hands through it.” You let your hands do exactly that to put emphasis on your words, pushing his beanie off his head.

“And your eyes are so pretty. I could get lost in them for hours.” You felt Johnny melt in your touch already when you had barley started. Moving your head down to his neck, you continued to kiss him there. His own hands rested comfortably on your waist, holding you steady, as your attack on his neck continued.

“I love being with you Johnny. Be it going riding with you, lay by your side in bed, or just be in the same room as you. You always brighten my day.” From the corner of your eye, you briefly saw a smile on his lips.

“And your smile honey. Its mesmerizing. Also, when you speak with your heavy accent when you wake up. There couldn’t be a cuter thing in the world.” Johnny was not one to handle praise well, he normally pretty dismissive but your words right now went right to his heart, making it flutter with each word you spoke.

“You’re so beautiful.” You whispered and went to suck on his neck, earning a gasp from the man underneath your touch. You bit him, before giving the spot an apologizing lick and went to look at your work.

“You look even prettier like this.” You mumbled, chuckling. “I love you, Johnny Joestar. Only you.” The grasp on your waist grew tighter, you knew he was debating if he should retort or not.

“But I- If you wanna say you’re a selfish asshole, then rest assured that I disagree with that and would rather describe you as thoughtful, humorous and loving.” Johnny’s blond brows furrowed together. You knew him too well.

“Johnny…” You mumbled as you went to put your forehead against his.

“I won’t leave you because you have a difficult day or week. I won’t leave you just because you can’t walk without aid. I won’t leave because you’re snarky sometimes. I will only leave if you ask me to.” The tears in his eyes made their escape as you finished speaking.

“I... I don’t want you to go. Never. I love you Y/N.” You smiled as you reunited your lips again.

“Want me to make you feel better?” You asked in a whisper and immediately you felt the goosebumps on his arms. You removed yourself from him, giving him a moment before you offered him your arm.

“You want help?”

“That’d be nice.” He said and grabbed it, letting you pull him up and use you as support, ditching his crutches that still rested at the end of the couch.

Carefully you moved into your room and let Johnny fall on the bed, who took the initiative and sprawled out, grinning at you from below. He looked pretty and you absolutely couldn’t understand why he’d ever think he wasn’t enough.

Especially the contrast of his still teary eyes and the cocky grin on his lips made him so lovable. And loving him was easy, especially when you two shared a bond so strong, nothing could break it. Johnny pushed himself up with his elbows to grab you hand and pull you on top of him. You adjusted yourself in his lap again, already pushing his hoodie up.

“You’re so impatient.” He commented and you rolled your eyes. How can anyone go from such a bad depressive state to being a cocky asshole. A good-looking asshole even. Well, that was Johnny, the man who masterfully parkoured in-between his emotions ever so often.

Maybe you had that effect on him, lifting his spirits so easily, but you also didn’t want to come off as haughty, accrediting yourself such a power.

So instead, you wrote it off as a Johnny being touch starved thing. When you first noticed how touch starved the blond had been before you felt saddened for a moment before giving him all you got. That’s how your casual cuddles became a thing long before either of you two had serious feelings for the other.

But focusing back on the task at hand you briefly let your fingertips brush over his pale exposed skin, making him shudder and close his eyes. You leaned down, pressing your lips against his skin, feeling his hands grip your hips tightly. You could feel his desire growing with every passing moment and couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

You trailed kisses down his chest, taking in the feel of his muscles under your hands as you reached for the hem of his hoodie.

With one swift movement, you pulled it over his head. He let out a gasp as your fingers traced the lines of his abs, a look of pure pleasure in his eyes. He had such a pretty torso and you loved when he let you touch it.

He was more than fit, muscular stomach and arms that you love and adored. Just looking at him like this, in this position and his expression. The reddened cheeks, his hungry eyes, the pale skin that featured freckles on his shoulders and the bridge of his nose to his cheeks, the muscles …

He was perfect.

“And you worry I could find someone better when I have the very best in my bed already.” You mumbled, your hands coming to cup his face. He smiled and closed his eyes, relinquishing the moment.

This was far from the first time you two were intimate, but to Johnny each time was special, simply because he never thought he’d be in such a position.

Sure, he had a promiscuous past, but all those people didn’t mean anything to him, and they quickly turned their back on him once was paralyzed. But you didn’t look at him differently from anyone else.

Your gaze towards him always held love and affection for him, no matter what.

Your hands moved from his face down to his torso, your head coming to level with them and have your lips ghost over his skin.

“You’re so pretty Johnny.” He won’t escape your praise and you would make sure to give him an extra portion today now that you have found out his insecurity made him act like he had the past weeks.

You can feel his muscles tense beneath your touch, but he relaxes into your embrace as you continue to kiss and explore his body. Despite his limitations, he is strong and capable, and you can sense the longing and desire in his eyes as you move lower and lower.

He may not have the use of his legs, but his upper body is just as responsive, and you feel him arching into your touch.

You can tell he's enjoying the moment just as much as you. Your fingers trace over the contours of his chest and abs, eliciting a soft moan from his lips.

“I love how you sound darling.”

“Stop it.” He murmured.

“No.” You softly bit into his skin, earning a gasp.

“I will keep praising you and you will like it, or I will stop.” Johnny groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Fine.” He muttered through gritted teeth.

“You’re horrible.”

“I know.” You like making him flustered and you knew very well that he was hiding his blush with his arm. Determined to make him come undone and show him your love you continued leaving kisses on his body, occasionally giving him a gentle bit, and licking along his abs.

“I love your body. You’re so fit and well trained.” You complimented him, enjoying the groan that escaped his throat.

Feeling bold you went to went to touch his nipples, pinching one, while licking the other. He responded by arching his back into you, moaning loudly, his free arm coming to grab your wrist.

“You respond so well to me. Let me do more for you.” You quickly got off him and caught him staring at you from under his arm, which he had lifted a little. He was panting, his face flushed.

“You’re gorgeous.” You stated and he groaned. “Stop it already.”

You paid him no mind as you quickly made worked on getting his sweatpants together with his boxers off. “You’re eager.” You heard his comment.

“I’m always eager to make you happy.” You could swear you heard him mumble something, but he was probably just trying to backtalk again. You paid no mind to that. He was always like that, not wanting to accept good things happening to him or compliments.

You gestured for Johnny to move a bit, so his lower legs dangled off the side of your bed with you in-between them. He quickly propped himself on his elbows to watch you. Watching was important to him since the sensation in his legs leaves much to be desired.

You tenderly kiss his soft pale skin on the inside of his thighs and when you looked up to him, he stared intensely at you with his blue eyes. Giving into your playful thoughts you left a hickey there, running your thumb over the dark spot once you were finished.

You noticed the slight pout that began to form on Johnny’s face.

“Getting impatient already?” You asked and wrapped your hand around his dick, much to his delight.

“Yeah. I just really want you.” With a smile you struck your tongue out and began to give him a few teasing licks, watching his brows furrow and him biting his lip.

The blush on his cheeks deepened and it became harder for him to keep his moans from escaping once you took his length into your mouth.

He had lost some sensation in his pelvic area after he became paralyzed but just the visual stimulation of seeing you work on him so dedicatedly made him crazy, so he didn’t mind the slightly numbed feeling when he could look at your head between his legs, with your beautiful eyes occasionally looking up to him. His right hand found its way into your hair, entangling itself in it, as he whispered soft words of praise.

“Ya too kind to me my darlin’.” He spoke with such admiration and warmth to you it had you shudder.

You weren’t on your knees for long, since Johnny soon pulled you up so he could kiss you again while his sneaky hands trailed from your rips down to the waistband of your shorts, playing with the hem just a little before tantalizingly slow pulling them down.

The slowness of his movements was such a contrast to the strong desire you saw in his gaze once he parted from the kiss.

You just rested your arms on his shoulders, smiling down on him was he removed first your shorts and your underwear.

Once that was done his fingertips ghosted over your, his eyes following his fingers as they trailed from your knees to your hips. Then with one swift move he moved his hands back down, hooking them just above your knee to pull you on top of him on the bed.

Johnny couldn’t help but chuckle at your startled expression. His left hand came up to your face to hold you chin. Eager to please you two he dipped two of his fingers into his mouth, not breaking eye contact as he did so.

You felt your face run hot, he was so incredibly hot and lewd once he was in his element, and it wasn’t hard to see why he had so many admires in his past. You were snapped out of your thoughts once you felt his middle finger ghost over your clit, giving you immediate goosebumps and your arms briefly wobbled.

You almost hated how he could have you tremble like that without doing much. He circled your bundle of nerves for a bit before his finger wandered further down and prodded at your entrance.

As he slowly pushed his finger in, he spoke; “Suddenly your compliments stopped.”

You bit back a moan as he moved his finger, curling it, gradually moving it in and out.

“Don’t tell me you suddenly want them without backtalking.” You retorted.

“J’st teasing.” He smiled and kept his eyes fixated on your face, enjoying every single reaction he was able to earn. He added his second finger now and you couldn’t help the moan that escape you.

“Anyone ever told you; you look mesmerizing when you’re confident?” You asked in between the heavy panting, and he immediately deadpanned.

“What? You just complained I stopped.” You smiled at him, only to have your expression falter the next moment when he curled his fingers deep in you again.

“That’s what you get then.” He laughed and you placed your head on his shoulders, panting and moaning against his neck, as his fingers continued their work.

“I should do it more then if this is my reward.” You replied.

Johnny rolled his eyes. He didn’t think that through now. Using your chance to attack his neck, leaving dark red sports behind once you had to let go of his skin.

“Stop marking me.” He growled.

“Shut it.” You just panted and gave him another one. He rolled his eyes, pushing you up and removing his fingers.

“Ready?” He asked, waiting for your go. Instead of replying you reached down between your legs and guided him inside of you.

Once inside you took a moment to adjust and enjoy the feeling of fullness. He lets out a soft moan, his hands coming up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to his face again just to reunite your lips in a heated kiss once more. His tongue graciously invaded your mouth, and he angled his head to get better access.

You began moving making him only moan and pant into your mouth, with you quickly doing the same. His hands from your hair moved down to your hips grabbing you, guiding your movement.

You used your arms for better support and positioned them above his shoulders, careful to not accidentally get his hair under your hands and hurt him.

Looking down on him, you studied his face. The way he had his eyes closed, fully focused on the feeling of you on top of him with his dick inside you. The blush on his freckled cheeks, his plush lips he bit into. And you only met this wonderful man who had captured you heart by storm thanks to dumb ideas at a bridge.

Noticing your halt, he opened his darkened, hungry eyes to inspect what had you stop.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, genuinely concerned that he might have hurt you or something which was barely possible but he still worried.

“You’re just so perfect Johnny. Really. I love you.” You saw him tear up a little, nothing new, he was quite emotional especially during sex, and the blush deepen.

“You tell me that now?” He averted his gaze, not being able to stand yours. You shook your head.

“You’re right. Where were we?” You asked and began moving again in a steady rhythm. Johnny gripped his hands harder at your hips again, his nails digging into your skin a little, leaving crescent moon shaped marks.

The noise of skin slapping against skin, both of your heavy breathing and moaning filled the room, with occasional mumbling of an assortment of swearwords. With the steady rhythm, Johnny’s hands all over you skin, the visual stimulation of having the blond being so lewd and gorgeous under you, you felt your climax approaching last.

And when Johnny then began mumbling praise with his heavy accent for you it was over.

“You look so beautiful like that Darlin’. Taking me s’well. You’re all mine.” Giving his words emphasis and knowing by the way your legs trembled and your walls clenching around him that you’d come soon, he pulled you down by your neck, burring his head against it and marking you roughly.

You didn’t mind him being possessive right now one bit. Not when it felt so good.

Your eyes roll back once you finally come, and Johnny enjoyed catching a glimpse of your expression while he was still working on some hickeys.

You clenching his dick through your orgasm only turned him further on, but he kindly let you ride it out on your pace, waiting his turn.

Once you come down from your high a little he whispers in your ear; “Can you keep going for me?”

You nodded lazily, letting him pull you on his chest, one arm wrapping around your back, hand placed at the nape of your neck, the other arm around your waist.

He easily had the strength to move you until you helped him a little. It didn’t take him long to finish after you.

You whispering in his ear dirty praise like “You fucked me so good Johnny.” Really did a number on him.

You laid next to him, lazily cuddling the blond who looked disgusted at the cum on his stomach.

“I feel like the dirties human on earth right now.” He complained and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Want me to distract Gyro so you can quickly get into the shower?” He nodded and went to look for his boxershorts on the floor. You got it for him as well as his crutches once you had quickly thrown your shorts and shirt back on.

“Alrighty, then, Imma go, yes?” You hummed and Johnny, now standing before you awkwardly with only his boxershorts and dried cum on his stomach, nodded.

He was absolutely paranoid of being caught by Gyro in embarrassing situations simply because he accidentally once walked in on you two having sex. He was over excited over his test results and wanted to celebrate, forgetting to knock, and walking into something he never wanted to see again.

Still cringing over the memory, a little you knocked on his door, waiting a moment before he told you to come in.

“Hey, wanted to ask if you got any ideas for dinner?” You asked casually and saw from the corner of your eye Johnny who as quickly as he could disappeared into the bath.

“Not really. Was too busy with getting through this book.” He said and tapped on the thick book underneath him.

“Wanna order something then?” Gyro grinned happily, flashing his grills. “Sounds perfect. No extra stress for anyone.”

“You Sure? You can never choose what you want!” You reminded him.

“No stress in terms of standing in the kitchen then, smartass.” You nodded and went to leave since your distraction mission was done but Gyro spoke up again.

“Judging by your neck you talked with him?”

“Yep.” You replied dryly.

“So, what happened?”

“Nothing to worry much about yeah? Just Johnny being Johnny. You can ask him later.” Gyro agreed to it, and you made your way back to your room to wait until Johnny was finished showering so you could have your turn.

During your wait you simply slumped down in your chair feeling so relaxed. You finally knew what Johnny’s problem was, which meant less worrying sick about that and more focus back on your own betterment, even though you had made good progress since moving and being with Johnny.

But bad days were bad days, they didn’t just go away, and recovery is a long road. Just when you wanted to grab your phone to have something against the boredom Johnny came back, his hair wet and clinging to his face and neck.

“Your turn.” He said and went straight for your bed, falling face forward into it, watching you gather some clothes from your wardrobe.

“Were gonna order something for dinner tonight.” You quickly told him before disappearing to take your shower.

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Once done with your shower you encountered both Gyro and Johnny in your room.

“You need to pick what you want!” Gyro proclaimed and shoved his phone in your hand. Quickly skimming through the menu, you decided on your favorite, before handing it back to Gyro.

“Alright. I’m gonna finish the rest of my book and then we can play video games or something together later. I really need a break!” The Italian spoke as he stretched for a second and then went to leave.

“Can’t wait ‘til his tests are done. I actually kinda miss having him around.” Johnny said as soon as Gyro was out of earshot.

“Me too. Maybe we can go out together again, have fun.” You agreed and climbed on the bed next to Johnny. The blond happily pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your head.

“I’m sorry for making you worry.” Johnny was being awfully docile as of now. Admitting he misses having Gyro around, actually apologizing…

“It’s alright. But next time just talk directly about it instead of bottling it all up yeah?” Johnny nodded weakly, pulling you fully down on the mattress with him, so he could have your head rest on his chest, petting your hair lovingly.

“You…” He started, hesitating for a second. “I did make you more depressed though right?”

“No, don’t worry. Im just happy you’re feeling a little better. Have you spoken to your therapist about all of that?”

“I skipped that one too.” You raised your head and stared at him with an annoyed expression. “Seriously?”

“It just was a lot… I wasn’t completely honest to you about why I was so down.” You narrowed your eyes.

“My dad reached out and wanted to talk. There simply was so much on my mind and I wanted to be alone in my room all day. Hide from everything. And once I skipped the first few appointments, I felt bad for lying to you. And then shit just spiraled.” Johnny adverted his eyes, not able to withstand your gaze. You carefully took his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, that is a lot, you’re right. But you told me now. And we can work on it together again, like always.”

Together. The word echoed through Johnny’s mind.

“Remember when my toxic ex friend saw us in the city, and I was feeling like shit after that?” The blond nodded.

“You were there for me, even if I hadn’t told you why I was feeling like shit. You simply made me some lunch, brought it here and stayed the whole day by my side, watching old movies with me. And I will always do the same for you. We support each other. And currently its my turn to be there for ya, okay?”

He turned to look at you again, the sincerity in your expression and voice touched his heart and he wondered if you felt the similar when he did the same for you.

“You’re right.”

“I knew you’d see it my way.“ You smiled and gave him a loving kiss.

“About the thing with your dad, have you given it much thought yet?“ Johnny shook his head, tickling you a little with his hair in the process.

“Not really. I haven’t decided what I want to do. I just have the mail that he sent.“

“Talk about it in your next therapy session. Maybe it’ll help you decide what you want. But whatever it is in the end, I’ll be there to support you. I have your back.“

“And I have yours. Even if I didn’t do a good job recently. I’ll make it up to you.“ You chuckled and kissed him once more.

“Good. Because I have a stressful week of work ahead.“

“Then I will make sure to make it a little less stressful. If theres anything you need just let me know.“

“I just need you close. That’s all.“ And to emphasize that, you hugged him even closer.

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