JOHN KIRIAKOU X GN! READER MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
UNPUNISHABLE*
WORDS: 2.3K
SUMMARY: Rescued from a terrorist hideout, now in the arms of the CIA, safe in a motel room for the night with one of their officers who'd recruited you years ago.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Past Relationship, Central Intelligence Agency, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Spies & Secret Agents, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Miscommunication, Blood and Injury, Pain, Painkillers, Reader in pain, Handcuffs, Mention of Kidnapping, Interrogation, CIA Interview, Arguing, Characters Yelling or Screaming, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Crawling, Blow Jobs, Motel Blow Jobs, Motel, Kneeling, Cum Swallowing, Kissing, Promises
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RED* = SMUT | SLIGHT SMUT | LEMON | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
ORANGE~ = FLUFF
PURPLE^ = NOT FLUFF/SMUT
ONESHOTS | SERIES
PURPLES BLOOMS~ GN! READER
WORDS: 2.4K
SUMMARY: Coming home to you, finding the bruises hidden under Valentino's shirt after a rough show. Kissing, caring for each bruise along his skin, running him a bath, before winding down for the night in Valentino's arms.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Minor Injuries, Bruises, Cuddling & Snuggling, Neck Kisses, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, Back Massage, Massage, Sleepy Cuddles, Mask is off
HEADCANONS
NOTHING...
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WORDS: 2.4K
SUMMARY: Coming home to you, finding the bruises hidden under Valentino's shirt after a rough show. Kissing, caring for each bruise along his skin, running him a bath, before winding down for the night in Valentino's arms.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Established Relationship, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Kissing, Bathing/Washing, Minor Injuries, Bruises, Cuddling & Snuggling, Neck Kisses, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, Back Massage, Massage, Sleepy Cuddles, Mask is off
A/N: I've been seeing tiktoks on this man and I had to scratch a itch.
Shifting the hand pressing against your cheek, elbow resting atop the couch's armrest, unwavering the adhesive your eyes have to the TV. Mindlessly watching the show you'd switched to when your favorite had ended, using the noise to keep yourself awake.
Warm underneath the blanket hanging from your shoulders, inhaling the faint scent of the man you ache to fall asleep in the arms of. Eyes flickering again to the clock below the TV, further caving into the thought of sleep, convincing your muddy mind to skip out on the tender intimacy of comfortably falling asleep atop Valentino's chest.
Tempted even to pass out atop the couch, to make Valentino scoop you up before walking into the bedroom. Smiling at that dreamy thought, eyes sluggishly blinking, brain nearly agreeing with the plan, only to sober up. Ears perking at the muffled sound of keys, attention flickering toward the front door as it opens, letting the cool night air in.
Relief washing over your body, seeing Valentino filling the doorway, stepping into your home. Eyes finding you a few feet away, causing the sharp corner of his lips to lift into a sweet smile, never looking away while closing, locking the door behind him.
"Welcome home," you say, fighting not to sound hoarse, not needing him to dote on you after a show.
Staying put atop the couch, leaving him to close the distance between you, walking from tile to rug. Letting go of his bag beside the TV stand, gifting you both of his hands. Smiling up at the tall man blocking the bright glow of the TV, leaning down, kissing your lips with a warm hand cupping your cheek. Finding Valentino's jaw as your other hand takes hold of his free hand, absorbing the sweat created from clutching the handle of his bag.
"Why are you still up?" he asks, softly, as your lips part. Smile turning shy, gazing up into Valentino's eyes, feeling his thumb soft caress the apple of your cheek.
"I was waiting for you," you answer, hearing his tongue separate with the roof of his mouth with a click. "How'd it go?" you ask, trying to deflect his oncoming fuss, hand escaping his loving hold, traveling up the length of Valentino's forearm. Squeezing its peak, receiving an indrawn hiss from his teeth, stopping the words forming against his lips, whether they were concern or an answer to your question, he didn't speak.
"What? What's wrong?" You ask, quickly releasing his arm, following Valentino's eyes as they flicker to the space.
Removing your other hand from his face, leaning back, reaching out to the lamp atop the small table beside the couch. Pulling the small chain, head snapping back to Valentino's arm, spotting the red splotches where your hand once landed. Shoulders dropping at the sight, head slightly tilting along with them.
"What happened?" you ask, voice pitching with hurt. Eyes flicker up, finding his eyes, seeing as his brows furrow, mind working to dampen your fresh concern.
"Nothing. I missed a couple of jumps and hit the ground. Don't worry," he explains, moving to hold your hand again. "Come on, let's go into the room," he prompts, changing the subject, though not good enough, as your mind doesn't erase the issue.
Extending your free arm, grabbing the fabric of his shirt before lifting it up, revealing the blooms of red and purple along his side, continuing down past the hem of his pants.
"This isn't nothing, Valentino," you say, looking up at him, finding his lips and eyes closed shut, a sigh exiting his nose. Glancing back down, lifting his shirt further up, spotting slightly smaller bruises along the other side, peeling up the fabric more nearly revealing his chest before Valentino stops you.
"Let's go to the room," he proposes again. Taking your hand that clenches the fabric of his shirt away, holding out his other for you to take.
"I want to see the rest," you say, standing up from the couch with his help.
"If you just want my shirt off, all you have to do is ask," he teases, only to be met with your flat expression.
"I'm serious, Valentino," you say, turning away, pulling the chain to the lamp, turning it off. Hearing him set down the remote after turning the TV off, following him out of the living room, down the hall of your home into the dim bedroom.
Illuminating the space with a simple flick of the light switch, watching as he begins to take off his shirt, back facing you, fully exposing its surface first. Fresh bruises paint up his right side, nearly connecting to the one painted between his toned upper back. Studying the bit that starts to purple before losing sight as Valentino turns, showing the ones you'd seen, only for the one atop his bicep.
"You're covered in them," you announce, hurt tightening within your chest.
"No, I'm not," he refutes, brows furrowed, looking away, twisting his head and body, trying to catch a glance at the scene displayed across his back.
"I'm running you a bath with some salts," you state, moving past Valentino, flicking on the light while passing through the threshold of the open bathroom door.
Hearing only a sigh from his nose as a protest, turning the bathtub's nozzle, ears picking up the electrifying sound of his belt being undone. Attempting to ignore it, digging through the cabinet underneath the sink, finding the muscle-relaxing salts. Turning with them in hand, catching the sight of your Valentino, dressed only in the underwear that hugs him tightly.
Looking away as he turns in your direction from placing his pants within the hamper, continuing the process of pouring out some flakes of salt where it runs into the growing body of water. Gradually clouding the clear blue bath, smelling strongly of lavender and chamomile.
Splashes of water break the tranquil stream, Valentino quickly moves into your vision as he settles down into the water, causing its level to rise just enough.
Hearing the sighs that leave his lips, stalling your next action of closing up the bag. Observing Valentino's head lay back against the tub's edge, absorbing the warmth before glancing up at your watchful state, waking you. Smirk pulling at his lips as your cheeks flush, buffering to remember where the sink was, putting the bag back.
Closing the cabinet, facing Valentino, turning the water off for him. Running your fingers through his hair, hot scalp against your fingertips, urging the domestic desire your lips to ask.
"Can I wash your hair?" you ask, eyes flickering down to his that look up so beautifully.
"Go ahead," He encourages, smile sitting softly atop his lips, earning a one from you.
Leaving the view of him behind, walking toward the shower, picking up his shampoo bottle, dispensing the soap into your palm. Moving back to the tub, laying the puddle of shampoo atop the crown of his head, laying it out flat before reaching down, scooping up the cloudy water. Pouring it onto his head before threading your fingers through his hair, producing a thick lather of soap.
Scooping another single handful of water before traveling to the back of his head, lightly scratching his scalp, earning the full weight of his head within your hands. Relaxing, his lips slightly agape, sounding with a deep, quiet hum of delight. Dark lashes lay closed, allowing you to adore the man unseen.
Pressing into the sides of Valentino's neck, massaging down its length, working along his shoulders, feeling the muscles under the sweet layers of skin tense before relaxing as you draw back up. Rubbing a circle at the base of his neck, pushing up, thumbs enter the trimmed edge of his scalp.
Feeling blood rushing through his plump muscles, hearing a low sigh escape Valentino's lips, passing over shoulders once more before leaving them alone. Traveling back into the comfort of his sudsy head of hair, both hands holding the back of his head, leaning down, placing a gentle kiss atop his forehead. Gaining his hazel eyes, followed by a warm smile, you share in return. Leaning further, kissing his lips, not caring if soap found its way onto your shirt.
Humming with your own delight, soft heat brings a comforting flutter to spin within your mind, radiating down your spine, building the urge to curl up in his arms. Pulling back, eyes locking lovingly, attempting to finish your work. Scrubbing the space behind Valentino's ears, then up along his hairline, lightly massaging his temples, watching his eyes fight to stay open.
Retreating, hand-lathered in thick white suds, reaching to the side to dunk them in the water, cleaning your hands enough to turn the water back on. Meeting you halfway, moving to your location, twisting to angle his head below the nozzle.
Quickly washing out the shampoo, not wanting his neck to ache while resting in a bath of muscle relaxant. Mind too occupied on the rush to notice Valentino's hand rising from the water, breaking from the state of mind at the sensation of wet warmth wrapping partially around your forearm. Peeking at its source, finding his hand, gently latched onto you just as his eyes do, enticing you to seek them out.
Fighting their captivating pull, checking over your work before softly lifting his head back up. Only then you fall victim to their attractive gaze, though losing them and their effect once he travels back, resting against the tub, head not yet relaxing on its edge. Dark wet strains combed back, dripping veined droplets down his forehead, seldom falling onto his shoulders and chest.
Hand having moved down the length of your forearm, holding your hand within his, thumb gently pressing against your knuckles, index caresses your palm.
"I'm going to get ready for bed," you say, squeezing his hand, signaling your leaving to Valentino's mind.
"Join me," he says, keeping your hand within his even as you begin to slip away. Brows furrowing at his offer, watching Valentino's legs already moving, making room for your body.
"I don't want to hurt you," you explain, peeking down at the bruise on his wet arm.
"You won't," he comforts, promoting a skeptical expression on your face, which he delightfully smiles at. Hand slipping from his, smile fading, only to watch as you start undressing.
"Cover your eyes," you direct, seeing as Valentino's eyes fall to the hem of your shorts, where your fingers dug under their hem, ready to pull them down.
Caught, he grins, bringing up a hand to his eyes, covering them at your request. Carrying on, slipping each piece of clothing one by one, nearly shivering at the chill of the bathroom air on your naked skin.
Hurrying to lift a foot, toes, foot, and ankle all engulfed by the hot water. Foot lying flat on the bottom of the tub, hurrying to place the other one in. Lowering, immersing in the steaming body of water, barely able to sit at the bottom before strong arms wrap around you.
Hands planted against the surface of your stomach, back pressing into his hot chest, head relaxing upon his left shoulder. Removing a hand from your skin, rising from the water, watching Valentino's hand plant atop your knee. Eyes closing, body softening in the hot bath, lulled more by the sound of Valentino's breathing. Fighting off the smile on your lips, feeling his eyes set on you.
Returning the love, placing a hand atop the one that rests against your stomach. Triggering his lips, kissing the side of your head, relaxing, smile stretching across your lips as his creates a trail that finds the thin, sensitive skin of your neck. Shoulders scrunch as a laugh bubbles from your throat, rumbles of a laugh vibrate against your skin, only to stop as Valentino's lips leave the surface of your shoulder.
Relaxing once again, tilting your head to the right, closing your neck to him. Granting his lips access to the crown of your head, barely lifting his lips to plant each kiss, hearing the faint sound of a long inhale, stopping just as he parts with your skull.
Smirking at the loving revelation of his longing, tempted to turn and kiss his perfect lips. Muscles too relaxed to do so, melting further into his body, mind at the smell of the warm water mixed with the salts. Eyes closing only to wake at Valentino's hand squeezing your knee, attempting to blink away the heaviness.
"Are you ready for bed?" he whispers, voice thick within your ear. Nodding at his question, prompting his hands to move, grabbing your hips.
Helping you up and out of the bath before following, water slipping off your naked bodies, dripping onto the bathmat. Reaching for the towel faster than you could, unraveling the white cloud, laying it upon your shoulders.
Holding both sides of the towel together, watching as he grabs on for himself, wrapping it around his waist, drawing your eyes' attention to his torso.
Pulling away from the view as he finishes, eyes flickering up, caught by his, cheeks flushing, seeing as he grins. Hands reaching to your shoulders, moving the towel, drying each one of your arms. Smoothing the absorbent fabric over your chest, arms lifting up as Valentino's strong hands move down to your waist, pulling a laugh from your bitten lips.
Knelling to dry your hips and ass, placing a hand to his damp shoulder, finding stability. Lifting each leg for him to dry, both hands clasped to your leg, soft towel in the space between as he glides back up the same path. Ending at your hips, attempting to bring it up and wrap the now damp towel around your body, only to be stopped.
Taking the fabric from Valentino's hold, steady in both hands, reaching up to his dark, wet strains of hair. Ruffing his hair within the towel, feeling as he leans in, helping you reach. Lifting it from his head, laughing at the partly dry spikes of hair, meeting his eyes as they open.
Staring into them, a soft smile pinching both of your cheeks as you move down, gently drying his shoulders. Seeing as his eyes float down to your naked body, loving each inch in view, blooming a smile upon your lips. More ready for bed, to dress, to peel back the covers to your shared bed, and snuggle into his warm arms.
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Hello!! I saw that in your pole you had a codys taking r hostage, i found it so interesting and was wondering if youd still consider exploring it after the celebration? 💕
Definitely! Most of the ones I have on there, I'm either planning or open to exploring in multiple parts. All of them came from my list of ideas I have for him, so they'll all eventually be written sometime in the future. Thank you for asking!
We're getting close to 5K followers! As always, we celebrate the milestone with a post you guys poll on because I love you guys soooo muuuccchhh!
I chose Andrew Cody this time, seeing that my fanfictions on him are pretty popular in my notifications. So I made this milestone about our boy! Please pick what you'd like for this celebration post.
It will post it when we hit 5k.
- This will be gender neutral.
- This will be a imagine, not a headcanon.
Andrew Cody 5K Celebration Poll
Finding out he has a kid after getting out of prison. | Fluff
Drunk Andrew. | Fluff
Sextape. Then his brothers find it after. | Smut
Horny as hell after getting out of prison. | Smut
Finding Andrew at the end and nursing him back to health. | Hurt Comfort
Convincing Andrew to leave when in Mexico after getting shot. | Hurt Comfort
The Cody's take you hostage. Andrew cares for you. | Establishing a Relationship
Stranded on an island alone together. | Establishing a Relationship
We're getting close to 5K followers! As always, we celebrate the milestone with a post you guys poll on because I love you guys soooo muuuccchhh!
I chose Andrew Cody this time, seeing that my fanfictions on him are pretty popular in my notifications. So I made this milestone about our boy! Please pick what you'd like for this celebration post.
It will post it when we hit 5k.
- This will be gender neutral.
- This will be a imagine, not a headcanon.
Andrew Cody 5K Celebration Poll
Finding out he has a kid after getting out of prison. | Fluff
Drunk Andrew. | Fluff
Sextape. Then his brothers find it after. | Smut
Horny as hell after getting out of prison. | Smut
Finding Andrew at the end and nursing him back to health. | Hurt Comfort
Convincing Andrew to leave when in Mexico after getting shot. | Hurt Comfort
The Cody's take you hostage. Andrew cares for you. | Establishing a Relationship
Stranded on an island alone together. | Establishing a Relationship
There will be more, don't worry! I haven't had the time to write much these past few weeks. But when I start writing him again, it won't be back-to-back like I've been doing.
“USE YOUR NAILS ON MY CHEST” “KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME” “ATTA GIRL” “TELL ME YOU WANT IT” “SAY IT” SHAWN HATOSY MOANING AND GROANING IN MY EAR MAMA WE MADE IT
hi friend! i know your request are closed, I just wanted to ask if you have any plans or drafts for any fluff for john kiriakou? i loved your smut but was hoping for something a little sweeter in the future
Heyy! Yes, I do have plans to write fluff for John, it'll most likely be the next one I write for him. I think it's time I do, being that I've written smut five times about him.
Thank you! I love to hear that! But yes, fluff in the near future!!
WORDS: 2.3K
SUMMARY: Rescued from a terrorist hideout, now in the arms of the CIA, safe in a motel room for the night with one of their officers who'd recruited you years ago.
WARNINGS/TAGS: Past Relationship, Central Intelligence Agency, Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Spies & Secret Agents, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, Miscommunication, Blood and Injury, Pain, Painkillers, Reader in pain, Handcuffs, Mention of Kidnapping, Interrogation, CIA Interview, Arguing, Characters Yelling or Screaming, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Emotional Hurt, Crawling, Blow Jobs, Motel Blow Jobs, Motel, Kneeling, Cum Swallowing, Kissing, Promises
A/N: This is what I understood from the person asking for this. Hope you like it and that I got the gist of what they were suggesting. I'm not taking requests I just did this suggested idea for funsies! Also, my John fanfics might become a little sparse because I found a new character to hyperfixate on. Anyway hope ya'll enjoy!
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Nose burningly throbbing, dull pain vibrating within your skull, instinctively sniffling up the blood still dripping from your nostrils. Eyes adjusting to the dim motel room, occupied only by you, cuffed to a chair facing the bed. Neck aching, turning to look toward the bathroom, seeing no light coming from its open door.
Remembering little of the events that led you here, knowing only this wasn't the room you were being held in for the past months, sighing with some relief at the upgrade. Instead of a hot, bare cell in what you guessed had been a small home in the middle of nowhere, but now in the cool air of the air-conditioned room. Groaning at the spike of pain shooting behind your eyes, closing them just as your ear perks up.
Eyelids opening as a big light shines through the shitty blinds covering the windows, ears just barely picking up the rumblings of a car, watching as its headlights turn off as the engine is cut. Staring at the front door, hearing the slam of a car door, followed by heavy footsteps approaching.
Slowly lifting your head up, nearly tilting back, in case the pressure within your skull stalls the movement of your eyes. Breaths deepening, chest caving in at the sound of keys entering the door's lock, seconds feeling like years, finally the door opens, in stepping a tall man.
Recognizing the familiar face stepping in the door, prompting a tsked laugh from you, gaining the man's attention as he closes the door behind him. Looking no different than the last time you saw him, black suit, light blue button-up under the suit jacket, shoes slightly scuffed and worn.
"That's just great," you whisper, pushing through the pain as your head tilts back, staring at the ceiling.
"What? Never thought you'd see me again?" He asks, hearing the dropping of his bag.
Shaking your head, lips thinning out as you look back down. Wincing at the pressure change behind your eyes, seeing the man you share more than a few words and dinner meetings with, body aching at the memories of his lips, hand, and cock.
Watching as John digs through his bag that sat atop a small side table, eventually pulling out a manila folder before walking over to the bed. Sitting at the edge of the end of the bed, now facing you, soft eyes flickering over your current state.
"How are you feeling?" he says, not knowing whether it was genuine or just to break the ice on what's about to come with the folder held in his hand.
"Like shit," you respond, getting a nod from him, allowing John to open the folder, eyes scanning its contents before starting.
"You were found in a hideout during one of our raids," he starts explaining, dots connecting within your mind.
"So I'm in CIA custody?" you ask, stopping the breath he inhales to continue.
"No," he answers, shaking his head.
"Then what are these, J?" you ask, moving your hands, making the metal cuffs clank together.
"Those are so you don't run," he says, placing the folder next to him on the bed.
"Was that your idea?" you laugh, causing John's expression to flatten further.
"Why were you there?" he asks, dodging your bait.
"What, you're not going to ask me if I was working for them?" you say, staring into his hard brown eyes, remembering when they would look at you so softly.
"I guessed you weren't by your injuries and the concussion you have," he points out. "So I'll ask again, how did you end up in a terrorist hideout?" He asks, sternly, eyes burning into you.
"I was kidnapped," you answer, staring straight back at him.
"Why?" he asks, snapping your brows into a furrow.
"What do you mean by why?" you ask, voice rising in volume.
"They don't just take people off the street without reason," he argues, brows rising.
"I'm sure me giving information about them to the CIA was enough," you argue back.
"You never had any direct contact with any members, you worked for a man who would help them. Eavesdropping wouldn't be enough for them," he reminded you.
"But it was enough for you until it wasn't," you snap, saying the last part a bit more under your breath. Watching as John pinches the bridge of his nose, glasses moving up slightly by his thick fingers, you wish he would uncuff you, touch you.
"You left the country, I couldn't leave my work to look for you," he argues, volume rising.
"What did you want me to sulk around, wondering what I was to you? You're sick, John!" you argue back. "You disappeared when I had information, and you told me we couldn't meet anymore, then nothing," you continue, hurt growing within your chest, remembering the events of years ago.
"We can't pursue agents for information if the relationship becomes intimate," he explains, sighing. "I'd been called out of the country days after that call," he clarifies further, causing your lips to thin.
"That's fucking convenient," you say, voice much quieter, anger still apparent.
Eyes washing over you again before looking off to the side, collecting his thoughts in the tense silence, allowing your stare to pick him apart. Hurt buzzing within your heart, readying to throw those words he had whispered into your ears while he spilled into you all those years ago, back at him.
"Why were you there?" he asks, again, calmly. Looking back at you with those soft eyes, cracking the anger in you that slowly becomes irrational with the new clarification.
"I thought if I had good information, I could demand for you," you respond, accepting how pathetic it sounded aloud.
"Why would you do something that stupid?" he asks, shoulders dropping.
"Well, it's not like you're easy to find, John, that's all I had," you argue, voice no longer fueled by anger but defeat.
Going quiet after your words, watching as he stands up from the bed, walking back to his bag, digging for something. Pulling a bottle of pills and water, cracking open the generic bottle of pain pills, pouring one out on his hand, then placing the bottle onto the table. Turning, opening the water, making his way over to you, picking up the pill with his fingers.
"Open," he commands, holding out the pill, inches from your lips.
Looking up into his eyes, staring, your lips opening, feeling a familiar flutter between your legs. Hearing him exhale shakily, placing the pill on top of your tongue, fingers caught on your lips as they close.
Putting the bottle of water to your lips, tilting it slightly. Quickly swallowing the water that pours in, washing down the small pill and the taste of blood, ignoring the sting coming from the back of your mouth.
Moving away once your throat became tired of swallowing, belly full of mostly water, allowing John to pull away. Eyes still on you, still standing between your legs, even as the seconds tick by. Air growing with anticipation, only to be broken by the blaring ring of a phone in his jacket pocket.
Breaking away, digging into his pocket, walking toward the bed, sitting down as he takes the call. Noticing how his legs spread open, eyes drawn to the soft bulge between them, recalling the few times your relationship turned intimate, knelt between his legs as he took a call, silently challenging yourself to make the man moan on the phone.
Hands moving in the metal cuffs, strength coming back as the painkillers kick in, noting their loose hold onto your wrists. Using a hand to hold one side while roughly sliding your other hand out, keeping an eye on John, stopping as his eyes find you, waiting until he finds something else to look at.
Slipping the other off, letting the handcuffs drop, gaining the audience of his eyes, watching as you move off the wooden chair, absorbing the pain of landing on your knees. Planting your hands on the floor, slowly crawling toward the man, keeping your eyes on his face, relishing in shock at John's face.
"Yeah, I'm still here," he mumbles into the phone, eyes unbreaking from the sight of you, wondering if memories sparked within his mind as they did yours, causing arousal to start blooming throughout your body.
Stopping between the man's legs, earning his gaze, pressing your swollen cheek against the inside of his clothed leg. Running up the length of his thigh as your hand curls on his other leg, pulling another shaky breath from John.
"I'll call you back," he says on the phone, before throwing it behind him on the bed.
Hand free to touch your other cheek, thumb resting atop your bruised cheekbone, softly caressing it as you stop, lips an inch away from his twitching bulge.
"Do you remember this?" you whisper, fingers digging into the meat of his other thigh.
"Yes," he answers, breathlessly.
"Did you miss me?" you ask, staring into his eyes.
"Yes," he answers again, interrupting the sigh that leaves his lips after with a kiss to his hardening cock. Fingers harden against your skull only to pull away as you plant firm kisses all along where you feel the heat of John's cock, hands gripping the bed as yours work up to the opening of his pants, smoothly unbuttoning it.
Lips breaking from the pants fabric, biting down onto John's zipper, slowly pulling it down, revealing the thin fabric of underwear, plump with his cock. Kissing the hill of it, earning a light moan from John's lips as your fingers find the elastic hem, pulling it down, causing his hips to move up, allowing more of his cock to be freed.
Partially springing free, still hardening, not caring to wait any longer, needing the weight of it atop your tongue. Sticking out the wet muscle of your mouth, running it up his length, causing John's chest to rise.
Cursing under his breath, exhaling as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, then his girth as you dive down upon it. Witnessing John's eyes soften, brows furrowing helplessly, breathing moans as you slowly bob back up.
Humming with delight, almost forgetting the taste of him, the way his cock twitches against your tongue, the shape of his tip in the holdings of your lips. Watching John's head tilt back as you slurp back down his length, free hand creeping in, cupping both of his balls. Moans growing in volume as you lightly squeeze, massaging the two masses within the fleshly sack.
Head turning with each bob as if turning butter, though rather seeking churned cream, you sought the warm liquid produced by the fleshy balls in your hand. Moaning onto his cock, using your free hand to drive under the hem of your pants, working on the unignorable hunger between your thighs.
Placing his other free hand on your skull, following its hungry movements, eyes never breaking. Balls flexing in your palm as John absorbs the view of you, his own personal porn. Intently watching your lips slurping around his girth, speed encouraged by the sounds escaping John's mouth as his jaw melts open.
Hips pushing up just as you bob back down, sending his cock further in, provoking a gag from your throat. Tears prickling painfully within your waterline, taking a second to recover, pushing his balls up to the base of his length, hooking around his girth with your thumb and fingers.
Hearing John groan, hips thrusting once again, legs squeezing together, stopped from closing by your body. Fingertips pressing against your flesh-covered skull, lightly pushing in, using your throat as if it were the wet space between your legs. Moans pouring from John's lips, fueling your hands work under the hem of your pants, tasting the light saltiness of pre-cum, swirling with the pool of spit, lubing up his length.
Moans turning animalistic, echoing off the wall of the motel room, warm, salty cum spilling atop your tongue. Allowing the white liquid to pool before swallowing, throat feeling full as it travels down. Hands pushing down onto your head, cock twitching against the roof of your mouth, and hollowed cheeks. Gasping, riding out his orgasm, witnessing his nerves come down on his face, watching John's brows furrow, reacting to your vibrating moans as you reach your own orgasm.
Breathing from your nose, moans muffled by his cock, eyes further watering, feeling the struggle of his cock needing to soften but wanting to harden at the view of you squirming, cumming with his cock in your mouth.
Releasing John's cock with a soft pop, sweaty hand unsticking from his balls, watching as they drop down. Catching your breath, cursing under inhales, seconds passing, hearing only both of your hot breaths, allowing strength to build within your legs, weakly standing up, hand reaching to cup John's cheek.
Lips attaching to his, letting John taste himself, following his body as he is sent back from imbalance, catching himself with a hand behind him, using his other free hand to cup your cheek. Moaning in the kiss, missing the taste of his spit, though you break the kiss, lips wanting to speak more than taste.
"Promise me this won't end again," you say, gazing into the handsome brown eyes, losing yourself in them as you did all those years ago.
"I promise," he whispers, breath hot against your lips, losing his existence within your eyes.
Smashing your lips back onto his, fingers running up into his scalp, body pushing the man down. Back resting against the bed, mind swirling with the man you'd thought had been the one that got away, now on your lips and sitting warmly in your stomach.
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