genre/tags: smut, somno, can't decide if it's non-con or dub-con (she wakes up and likes it 🤷♀️), kinda friends to lovers, camera woman!reader, maybe more.
wc: 1570
req: y/n
a/n: not my favorite work but lifes kicking my butt rn so i REALLY tried, hope its not too cheesy and soft at the end but i couldn't help myself.
you were beyond exhausted.
exhausted wasn't even the right word, you were decimated by the day- having been up before the sun and only finally laying down as it was about to return, filming and re-filming the same stunts because jeff just insisted it could be better.
the moment your head hit the freshly fluffed hotel pillow you were out, blissfully unaware of the chaos around you as the boy's filtered in and out of you and johnny's shared room, though you caught a particularly loud yell every once in a while.
finally the lights flickered off and the slight shuffle of johnny slumping into his bed rousing you just slightly from your sleep as you turned your head to face him, stomach pressed into the mattress, and sending him a drowsy smile with one eye cracked open.
"tired?"
you hum in response, unable to force your mouth to form words. a grin spreads across his face as your eyes flutter shut once more and soft sleepy coos leave your lips, and he just stares for a minute. he takes in your peaceful breathing, the way your hair is strewn over the pillow, how vulnerable you are, how easy it would be to use you in this state, you'd have no chance of fighting him off even if you weren't deliriously tired.
he shuffles around a bit, slinking his body out from under his covers and three feet over to your bed. the creak of the floorboards make you shift, tumbling onto your back with a huff and he takes pause- momentarily coming to a halt, hand toying with his cock through his sleep pants.
the steady rise and fall of your chest, veiled only by the thin shirt your wore, drew him in closer- kneeling and coming face to face with you, every humid breath brushing over his features. standing, he used the hand not occupied with his cock came to pull the comforter down your body, pushing it off the end of the bed.
legs spread, you'd forgone your usual sweatpants from the heat of the summer night, a pair of sheer, white frilly panties in their place hardly shielding the view. the outline of every fold and dip made visible in the low light, a low hum leaves his lips and fills the silence.
he gently moves to kneel on the bed, between the spread of your knees, careful not to startle you. you were his living, breathing wet dream. with a feather-light touch, two fingers swipe over your center, and his eyes shoot to your face- still sleeping, lips still breathing out hushed snores, and he continues.
soft, easy sweeps between your lips and then a bold touch to your clit- pressing slightly, the sigh that leaves you is sharp, cutting through his confidence before he sees your eyes remain closed and he presses against it a bit more, swiping in smooth circles.
his other hand grips your knee, pushing it further down into the bed and he watches as your folds part lightly- a small bit of arousal leaking out against the white fabric, his fingers ease their ministrations against your clit to smear the slick up and around.
"mhm," a garbled moan leaves your lips, your hips buck slightly up into his hand.
"oh, fuck," his grip on you hardens, hardened bulge twitching, and he relinquishes his grip to push the front of his pants to sit under his heavy sack.
pumping himself a few times, he hovers over you, replacing his sticky fingers with his cock- sliding himself back and forth over your underwear, your gentle grinds coming up to meet him.
his eyes are heavy with lust, jaw hung low as his sounds grew in volume with time, back and forth over your clit until there's a throughly wetted splotch in the center.
he, of course, takes this as his sign to go further- pulling away, much to your oblivious protest, and working your panties off tactfully.
a line of drool coats the side if his mouth as you're spread before him, dripping and so vulnerable in this position, and a growl rumbles in his chest. he needed you, and if the soft simpering whines leaving you told him anything- you needed it too, even if you didn't know yet.
the ruddy, oozing tip of his cock presses blunt against your hole, shallowly fucking the rim before using his thumbs on either hand to spread your lips around him and push in with a groan.
it's so warm and so so wet, and your hugging every- albeit meager, inch of him so well that he fully collapses forward, breathless.
his nose sniffs deep at the junction of your neck and shoulder, licking and biting at the skin softly and you're only getting louder, pushing harder towards him as he repeatedly hits the soft, spongy, perfectly sensitive spot within you.
you're sweating, too warm despite what you'd worn, and you feel so good- eyes fluttering open softly and struggling to adjust in the dim light of the room, filtering in only from the small crack in the bathroom door.
you feel him before you see him, thrusting into your cunt at a nearly pulverizing pace now- small nips littering your neck and chest as he works you both closer to finish.
you must be imagining it, it must be a dream, and you almost think to call out his name but instead you just bring a hand to finger through the dark locks brushing against your face, gripping tightly as you now consciously fuck yourself up onto him.
he knows you're awake, murmuring a soft "shit," into your neck- but he can't stop, he's so close.
"pj, what-"
sharp canines digging into your shoulder cut you off, your head is spinning and you're so so close, the muscles in your belly tighten and release in a vicious cycle, tears prick the corner of your eyes and you know he's close too.
panting, pleading for your forgiveness- hushed whimpers of, "sorry, 'm so sorry sweetheart."
"pj," you pause, what do you say? what do you say when you wake up to your best friend of ten years fucking you more passionately, more attentively, than you've ever had in your life? when you didn't say yes, but you aren't even sure you would've said no.
"please."
you don't know what you're begging for, more, harder, faster- but definitely not to stop.
"please, 'm so close- need it."
that does it for him, his mouth finally giving your sensitive, splotchy neck reprieve and pressing his lips firmly to yours. teeth clashing, tongue pleading for entrance- permission, and you give it like its the easiest thing you've ever done, you're own sliding against his as pornographic moans spill from your throat meeting his own groans in the middle.
he pushes in, once more, then twice, and the coil deep in your tummy snaps- white-hot pleasure searing through your veins, chattering your teeth, leaking into every inch of your body as your back arches off the bed and farther into him.
"good girl," his gasps are choked coming out, "fuck, you're so good for me, doll."
he fucks you through it and as the stars in your eyes slowly fade, the pleasure turning over sensitive, he pushes himself in one last time- sheathed to the hilt, and fills you. it's warm and stick leaking out of you when he pulls away, using two fingers the scoop it up and push it back in- you jolt against his touch.
"thank you, i'm sorry," he's crying, you realize, as he looks up to meet your eyes open for the first time since he'd said goodnight, "fuck, 'm so sorry- don't hate me, or maybe do- please hate me."
you shake your head 'no' softly, "johnny, s'okay. 'm okay, promise."
you bring a gentle hand to cup his cheek, thumb grazing his cheekbone softly, struggling to sit up but pulling his face to yours once you do- kissing away the tears at the corners of his eyes, "pj, i love you."
his forehead bumps softly against yours, eyes cast down toward your lap where his fingers open and close your palm tentatively, "i don't- i should've asked. i love you, i'm sorry."
your head tilts, eyes full of pity for the moan in front of you- "i would've said yes, counts for something- no?"
"no."
"i'm not mad."
"i know."
you sigh, "can you look at me for more than five seconds," he does, not without shifting uncomfortably, "i don't hate you, pj, and i'm not mad- or sorry, that it happened."
"no?"
"it was good, pj, really good," a giddy smile graces your lips as a small giggle leaves you, and he can't help the small grin crossing his at the sound.
you press another kiss to the corner of his mouth, lying back against the pillows and pulling him down with you, his head lands against your sternum and your hand threads back through his hair- nails grazing his scalp softly.
"love you, pj, always have- 's okay."
he presses a kiss to the side of your breast, "you were so tired."
"still am, whaddya say we actually go to sleep?"
"mmkay," he huffs a soft laugh against yours once skin and shuffles around to get comfortable, pulling the comforter over you both and closing his eyes.
sleep, somehow, came much easier this time around.
