childhood bestfriend!Johnny Sinclair is so dear to me. it's like your mothers being friends, always tipping each other during tag, him begging Carrie to ask your mom if you can come to Beechwood, screaming when Mirren would sing "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" for the thousandth time, taking the tennis ball he was hitting around to throw for the goldens, many many forts, a hand constantly in his hair, distance during early puberty because he'd get boners out the blue and didn't want to make you uncomfortable despite you assuring him you just found them funny, games of chicken in the water with Cady and Gat, him staring at your newly developed boobs and ass in swimsuits, eating each other's food, grinning back at the other glaring, your lips wrapping around the exact same part of your shared first joint that his did, Carrie suggesting you participate in the same debutante ball she did as a young woman and Johnny being your escort, him being the only guy you can think up when your eyes are screwed shut and fingers are in your panties, cuddling when he was tired after training/a match or you two were intoxicated/feeling particularly affectionate, never having a romantic partner because what would they offer that you didn't have with each other? losing your virginities together because you mutually didn't want anyone else to have them, being designated dance(grinding) partners at parties, both waking up to the other unconsciously dry humping them, knowing you'll never have better sex than the sex you had together but you're too scared to risk anything more. one time was good and purposeful; you didn't need to get cocky. "wanna get married if we can't find anyone else by like thirty?" "I don't think I want to find anyone else." hanging off him and him having you hang off him, watching porn together and teasing him if he gets hard because you were analysing and critiquing it, wearing his clothes, licking salt off each other during tequila shots, being his biggest cheerleader courtside at his every match, making sure he doesn't fall down the track of addiction like his parents, Johnny's history of reckless abandon coming into play when he slips his tongue in your mouth and hand under your skirt, murmuring against your hesitant to reciprocate despite a deep desire to mouth, "don't deny yourself this, we both know we want it..."
contains: f!reader, mention of pubic hair, sexting? but not really, this emoji 🤭 used when depicting reader's text, states of undress, idiots versus phone sex, it think he's hot when he's a little mean, references to female masturbation, mention of finishing, PEE AFTER SEX/MASTURBATING, brief allusion to cum, bit of fluff, 976 wc
Long distance sucked.
Like everyone told you it would.
After a long day, all you wanted was to collapse into your boyfriend's arms and cuddle with him until you fell asleep.
Or, like tonight, bounce up and down on him like a bunny rabbit.
Instead, Johnny was thousands of miles away. But that longing ache was up all too close and personal nonetheless.
With a burdened huff, you grab your phone and check what time it was for him.
8:31 pm.
You tap to your messages with him, and type, "I miss you.
like bad."
It's read the next minute, three dots appearing before...
"I miss you too.
like so much"
Then...
"Just finished training and should be home at 9 if you wanna ft"
If you started dolling yourself up now and changed into something with a little more sex appeal than your "no one's seeing me" pyjamas, you could be ready to facetime by nine.
You message back, moving to stand up, "I have to wait till 9 to see you?
please can I get a photo of you in the locker rooms?"
Way over in New York, Johnny smirks on the other side of the screen.
"Johnny! Stop sexting your girlfriend and hurry the fuck up! Or we're leaving you behind and you can get an uber!" one of his mates he carpooled to and from practice with calls out.
"Dude! The mandatory water breaks! I need to take a leak!" Johnny yells back across the courts, thanking whatever higher power made it this the session their coach implemented such, making an easy excuse, as he shoves his phone into his shorts pocket for the jog to the change rooms, just to whip it out the second he was in front of the mirrors.
Johnny nudges his shorts waistband lower, just shy of any pubic hair, and tries a few different poses with his shirt lifted before putting the hem in between his teeth and flexing his now free arm.
"like this?" comes through earlier than the photo, which gets you excited, pausing your makeup, and what a photo that followed.
Your cheeks grow hot, clenching around nothing as your hips squirm for some friction.
"exactly like that 🤭" you send in response.
Your phone clock showed 9:09 when you did the final flattering toss of your hair and moved back to bed. On your stomach, propped up on your elbows, phone held out in a way that conveniently pushed your breasts together and showed that highlighted cleavage to the front camera, you facetime Johnny's contact.
It rings three times, then Johnny answers, hair still dripping wet from his recently exited shower, towel around his waist, positioning his phone to stand against his toothbrush holder on his bathroom counter.
He tips his head back to avoid toothpaste spilling out of his mouth as he says, "what up?"
You don't respond (because what were you to say? "I'm horny"?) in the time it takes him to spit out the minty foam and glance at you on his screen.
"Shit, you look good."
You smile, shimming in place as you shifted, "you think so?"
He nods, "yeah."
"If I knew we were looking good for this, I wouldn't have answered brushing my teeth," he tells you, and you giggle. "And maybe be in something more decent than a towel," he adds, muttering.
"Johnny, my tits are half out," you respond, "I clearly don't mind."
"Wait—" you watch the gears turn in his head as he realises your intentions. "Do you wanna have phone sex?" he asks in a whisper.
"I mean...I'm not against the idea..."
"I really shouldn't have answered this brushing my teeth, shit," he expresses, exiting the bathroom for his bedroom.
"No, the sound of you spitting into the sink was truly erotic," you sarcastically assure him, earning an eye roll as he closed and locked his door.
"So, how do you...you know, wanna do this?" Johnny questions, laying back on his bed.
"I don't know, I'm horny, I didn't exactly google how to have sex over facetime."
"Oh, and is this your first time being horny too? You don't know what you do when you're horny?" he mockingly replies.
You bite the insides of your cheeks to stop yourself from smirking.
"No...I know what I do...I just wish you were here to do it for me..."
"Yeah? And what's that? Gonna tell me?"
Your teeth catch on your bottom lip.
"I can show you...your fingers just feel so much better though," you drawl, bordering on a pleasurable whine.
Johnny couldn't describe the tone you used nor noises you made if he tried. There weren't words for them; their specific pitch his ears fine tuned to and the excellence he perceived them as. He couldn't find them anywhere else, and he didn't intend to.
Despite cumming so hard, you pout, heavy breaths coming out your nose as you roll onto your side, hair frizzy from your pillow, face flushed.
"I think I just miss you even more now," you confess. "Now I have to go pee and tidy myself back up alone."
"We don't have to hang up," Johnny states through light pants, tissue from his bedside already wiping his stomach.
"You want me to pee with you on the phone?"
Johnny shrugs, "you're usually peeing when you tell me not to fix my hair after sex."
"It's different when it's in person and you were literally just inside me."
"Don't bring your phone then, leave me in your room to return to afterwards and we can fall asleep on facetime."
"Don't you think that's tacky?"
"No," Johnny shakes his head. "Not after that. I think it's the phone sex equivalent of cuddling after sex. Aftercare and all of that."
"You're adorable," you smile in a bittersweet manner, getting up for your bathroom.
a/n: miss my long distance (fictional) boyfriend, johnny sinclair :((( BUT HEY LOOK! I WROTE SOMETHING! NO MATTER HOW SHIT!!!! which, yeah...if this is shit...know I don't think it's anything amazing either. also im tired so excuse any mistakes i not only made but failed to catch proofreading in this blurry vision-ed state
Johnny and nerdy!reader going as elphaba and fiyero one halloween (after being romeo and juliet their first halloween) and mavis and johnny the halloween after Johnny proposes ridiculously young and she said yes anyway
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I'm experiencing an AWFUL, DEBILITATING case of writers block right now, but am doing my best to fight it for you guys so I can give you what you're here for — fics. I have some teen dad!Johnny pieces in the works, some dennis whitaker, hopefully some jason todd and frank langdon (and every other man i have in pending on my masterlist) coming soon. your patience and grace is greatly appreciated. opening google docs now
im not going to be posting the teen parent au in order so to speak because i'd lose my passion to write it if certain parts just existed to fill time and therefore feel like a chore to write soooo
what are some scenes/situation you want to read teen dad!Johnny in?
in the worst writing block of my life (going through a lot of shit personally as well like holy shit) but all i can think of is how badly i want a baby with johnny sinclair, SO
is literally ANYONE interested in teen dad!Johnny Sinclair?
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