say that again...
pairing: bf!johnny x tease gf!reader cw: DADDY KINK beware, fingering, unprotected p in v, allusions to 'punishment'. summary: johnny and you have the wonderful, yet rare occurence of being left alone in the kavanagh manor. what else could you get up to?
you looked like a fucking vision.
legs bare, cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and johnny’s hoodie just covering the curve of your ass. it was like you were trying to kill him without lifting a finger.
and he would let you, happily.
“you okay?” you asked softly, tilting your head. “looks like you’re gonna combust.”
“maybe i will,” johnny muttered, his hand sliding under the hem of your hoodie, fingers brushing warm skin. “what a way to go, huh?”
you laughed, a little breathless from the tension that had been building. edel and john were out of the house, so it was empty for the first time in ages. the silence was sacred, the tension lethal.
you were under johnny’s large body in seconds, both your hands wandering with restless pressure.
“off.” johnny said, tugging gently at the hoodie.
“i recall you saying you never wanted me to take it off,” you teased, lips brushing his ear.
he groaned. “don’t test me, baby.”
and maybe you were testing him, but you didn’t push back again. you just let him guide you to straddle his lap, legs bracketing his hips and your hands in his hair.
every movement was savoured. they’d done it before countless times but something about this moment made everything feel slower and heavier. johnny kissed you like he was starved, and you kissed back like he was something worth being starved for.
your hips began to move—slow, experimentally—grinding yourself against the outline in his joggers, and his head tipped back with a muttered curse
“hm?” you murmured, smoothing over his chest, and trailing feather-light kisses down his jaw. “what’s wrong, johnny?”
his grip on her waist tightened to an almost painful extent. “keep talkin’ like that and you’re gonna make me embarrass myself.”
“maybe i want you too.” your voice was soft now, almost dangerous.
johnny reached for your thighs, squeezing as a way to ground himself. but there wasn’t any use. he was already far gone.
you rolled your hips again, and again, your breath hitching. “you feel so good,” you whispered, eyes squeezing shut.
and then—
“you like when i ride you like this, daddy?”
it was probably just from the heat of the moment, something that just slipped. but, still every muscle in johnny’s body slowed to an abrupt stop. his eyes snapped open, jaw slack,
“fuck…” he hissed, hands flying to her exposed hips. “say that again.”
your lashes fluttered, lips tugging into a smirk. “daddy?”
that ruined me. you were flipped under him in one second, catching your gasp and bottom lip in his mouth.
“johnny,” you whimpered under him, legs trembling around his hips.
“no.” he muttered, dragging his teeth down her neck. “that’s not what you called me before, baby.”
you bit your lip, eyes turning glassy as you flushed all over. “you want me to say it again?”
“yeah,” he breathed. “you know i do.”
johnny’s hand slid between them, fingers trailing down the inside of her thigh, slow and teasing. a beautiful sound ripped from your lips when he reached the spot that always drove you mad. your hips lifted, chasing more of this feeling.
“jaysus, you’re so wet for me, baby. look at you.”
you moaned, nails digging crescents into his broad shoulders. “only you make me like this.” a higher sound escaped when two thick digits entered your wet heat.
he curled his fingers just right, watching how perfectly you reacted—body arching and jerking. “say. it. again.” he growled,
you squirmed beneath him, breath stuttering. you were trying not to give him too much control, to hold back.
johnny rolled his lips in his mouth, pulling his fingers free just to slide them slowly into his own mouth, humming at the taste of you on his tongue.
your eyes almost bulged out of your head, body moving subconsciously to be closer to him. and then, right in his trap you whispered, “…daddy.”
fuck.
johnny’s control was fully shattered. his brain wasn’t functioning. there was no more waiting for him. he grasped your thighs, snapping your hips to meet his and sank in so deep they both stopped breathing.
“oh my god—“ you practically squealed, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
he didn’t give her a second to adjust. just demanded, “who do you belong to, baby?”
“you!” you managed to choke out. “you, daddy.”
johnny moved faster, harder, their bodies tangling and every inch of their skin pressed against eachother. the hoodie was bunched around your waist now, falling to expose her collarbone.
“you’re so good for me,” he groaned, pulling out all the way to slam it into your tight hole. “feels so fuckin’ perfect. you’re my girl.”
your eyes opened at that, softening. “am i?”
“yeah,” johnny rasped. “you’re my good girl. always.”
”then let me come,” you whispered, biting your already swollen lip. “please, daddy. i’ve been good.”
holy. fucking. hell.
he couldn’t even answer, just snaked his hand between them to your bundle of nerves and circled it rapidly. giving his girl exactly what he wanted.
you shattered around him seconds later—shaking, crying out his name like a prayer. ‘god’ and ‘johnny’ were starting to have the same meaning and used in conjunction in sentences.
he didn’t last much longer, painting your insides white with a guttural groan. “holy fuck.”
you curled into his side, still in his hoodie, still looking smug.
“so…” you said, dragging a finger across the ridges of your chest. “‘daddy’, huh?”
johnny groaned, placing an arm over his eyes. “don’t start, baby,”
“what?” you giggled, pulling yourself closer and propping your chin on his shoulder. “i’m just saying it’s kinda a bold move. not totally unexpected but…”
he turned his head to face her, one brow raised. “you said it first.”
“and you told me to. happen to be very persuasive.”
“you were pretty eager.”
you laughed. “i think you nearly passed out when i said it.”
johnny sat up slowly, looming over her. “you liked being called a good girl, though.”
your eyes widened, lips parting but you couldn’t retort.
“mmm. yeah, you do,” he’d caught you.
johnny smoothed a hand down your bare thigh, slow and intimate. you shifted, overstimulated and too easy to rile up.
“keep giving me lip,” he murmured, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. “and i’ll make you say it again.”
“what if i want to say it again.”
he smirked, tutting. “brat.”
you grinned. “you love it.”
“oh, i do.” johnny nodded, voice dropping to something dangerous. “but brats get punished.”
your mouth opened, but before you could counter, he grabbed your waist and rolled you under him again. grinning when you giggled. “johnny!”
”nuh-uh. wrong, baby.”
your breath caught, heartbeat stuttering
“try again.”
your lashes batted, biting your lip. “daddy?”
“there’s my girl.” he murmured, low in your ear.
A.N: need him sooooo bad