Tags/Warnings: NSFW, 18+ (go do your math homework ffs), dudebro non consensual touching and harassment (boo tomato tomato, trigger warning for some unsolicited BS from dudes who can’t stand to see a bad bitch winning), body worshiping- hips, thighs, tummies, and back rolls (hot ppl have all of the above. So do i <3 ), doggy style, FERAL Johnny Utah, biting, heavy praise, CONDOM USE (I’m trying to set a good example), on the beach at night (don’t try this at home y'all, it’s illegal I fear)... I think that’s it. Enjoy a gorgeous piece that made me fall for Keanu Reeves tenfold... <3 (The hardest thing about writing this was choosing a gif because whew LORDT)
Synopsis: You were tired of your surfing abilities AND your body being up for debate in Bohdi’s inner circle, that is, until Johnny Utah showed up. And Tyler was right, you couldn’t get past anything and his heady gaze. It doesn’t heat up until one fateful night where the young surfer comes undone at the sight of you. What follows is a night you’d never forget…
Surfing was always your first love. It may as well have been in your blood. Your connection to the ocean was spiritual at best, in motion with each wave and each turbulent tide, you saw yourself in it. And you couldn’t help but to laugh as you watched men try and “tame” its spirit. You knew that was impossible. Man had no control over nature, and taming it was comical to you. You knew it was better to move with it, than against it. Nature created life and was quick to take it away. Any man stupid enough to think otherwise was one of the many made into an example of its consequences.
But they sure as shit had a way to try and “tame” you.
You hated every second of it. No one was like this on the Big Island, at least in your family circles back in Kohanaiki Beach. You moved to California fresh out of high school and these surfer groups were just young, dumb, and full of cum. It was a sense of entitlement to territories that didn’t even belong to them, but belonged to indigenous people centuries prior.
And it was that same entitlement they all thought they had to you and your body.
You were tall as most of them. Tall, strong, and assertive. You were certain to not even delight in their neuroses even for a second. You were the best on those waves, and it pissed them off.
You felt most like yourself being around Tyler. Her presence wasn’t much like the others, often you stuck to surfing with her first. She wasn’t like the others, and knew when to shift her focus. She came into your life quietly as fog on the morning coastline, and never left. For the remaining summer, you needed some grounding.
And it was another session with Tyler that some of her “friends” decided to fuck up your day. You were talking shit about plans for the week, paying little attention to people calling for you from the sand. You didn’t care to prove yourself for male approval, but it was satisfying to see them cheering you on for success that day’s swells. Adrenaline was still rushing through your veins as you were changing out of your wetsuit with Tyler in the parking lot, scrambling under a tied towel for lunch.
“What are you doing tonight?” Tyler asked, “I’m going down to the pier, do you want to meet us?”
“Hell yeah, I’m down!” You beamed, rolling that drag of a rash guard down, “Are you guys getting drinks or what?”
“Yeah, we’ll probably meet at Bodhi’s place after too.” Tyler replied, “You did amazing out there by the way. I noticed your balance has improved out here.”
“Sure it has.” you grinned, “Today reminded me of the North shore my parents used to ride!”
Simple, normal conversation. You were pulling up your bra under the towel. You didn’t want to admit then how tight it had gotten on the underwire. Your body was changing, but that was fine. Tyler was thin, you always seemed to feel a tug of envy at how everyone looked at her. And you felt it then, something every woman had in your family, those back rolls. Didn’t matter how active you were- they always remained. You were certain and accepting of that.
Until Roach and Nathaniel jumped out the bushes near you and grabbed your towel. Neither of you realized they were waiting there, both of you screaming. Tyler was the first to beat Nathaniel with her shoe, hitting him square in the head. Your bare ass nearly got exposed to the parking lot, as you shoved Roach off.
And by grand convenience, it was Bodhi that pretended to chase him off and cover for you, grazing a protective hand on your waist.
“Hey, fuck you guys!” you yelled, throwing your other shoe at Roach. Roach cackled with glee, pretending he was struck in the head by a rock.
“Are you stupid or what?” you yelled, ready to square a punch to his jaw. Bodhi let out that wheezing chuckle on occasion, making half hearted attempts to hold you back.
This was their way of fucking around. You knew that, but this time it felt too personal to be considered loving.
“Alright, fuckers, get outta here!” He laughed as he shoved him away, “Jesus Christ, boys these days. Don’t hurt ‘em now, y/n.”
“Seriously?!” Tyler exclaimed, “We don’t ever do this to you!”
You feigned a nervous laugh. He was still standing behind you, holding up your towel. Your hand wrapped around, holding it tightly as you stepped forward.
“No, but it’s funny.” Bodhi remarked, “They just wanted to say hello, that’s all. I never asked them to do that.” He looked at you, “Are you coming tonight?”
“Uh, yeah.” you nodded, smiling.
You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, that he wasn’t as bad as the others. Bodhi’s smile did not reach his eyes when he looked into yours. He grazed his focus above your bustline, waiting for you to continue.
“Good job today.” Bodhi commented, “You might just give me a run for my money.”
Then his fingers pinched at your back rolls in a quick, playful manner.
“See you then, sweet roll.”
Fucking Sweet Roll.
Tyler tried to reassure you that the nickname was because of your upbringing on the Big Island, but she didn’t feel how it felt when he touched you that way. You didn’t tell her, knowing it was exhausting to ever vent about to anyone else. Or when the nickname seemed to stick with everyone, down to calling you Sweetie. You faked getting sick that night and didn’t go, and spent the rest of your evening sobbing your eyes out.
You weren’t meant to fit the skinny bitch mold that everyone wanted out of women and it drove you to the brink, nearly causing an injury in the weeks following as you overworked yourself to try and get rid of them. Bodhi’s actions sent you down a spiral, isolating yourself, and risking surfing in isolated territories by the ladder. It was easier than having to face him again.
You got a call one morning after work, Tyler begging you to come along for another swell that afternoon.
You refused at first, figuring those jackasses would be coming along.
“No, just one newbie.” Tyler’s voice fell flatly, “And he’s hopeless. I need your help showing him how it’s done.”
“What, with surfing?” You remarked, leaning against the doorway of your apartment, “Is he really that bad?”
“Yes, I just had to- hold on, sit the hell down!” She scoffed, “Please, Y/N, you need to get down here and help me out. I swear to god the rest won’t be here. This dude’s a mess out here, trying to kill himself on these waves.”
“What’s his name?” you asked.
“Johnny.” Tyler replied as if she tasted something sour in her mouth, “Now get out here and help me!”
Begrudgingly, you agreed. By the way Tyler spoke about him, you figured it was just some yuppie who came to California on vacation, or during some sort of midlife crisis. You giggled at the thought of Tyler trying to train a new surfer, with her patience.
But as you met him at the shore, you found the opposite.
Beside Tyler, you saw him. A tall, dark haired, and handsome man in his mid twenties. His black hair was tousled by the waves, making them curl softly on the edges. You were floored. It’s as if God had taken his time with him, chiseling each feature. His dark eyes scanned the horizon ahead, eyebrows relaxed as he spoke with her.
And then he looked at you.
His expression softened as you walked forward. The man’s jaw, previously so stiff, relaxed into a curious expression upon you. His flushed, defined lips curled into a gentle smile. His lidded, deep set eyes settled from their scowl and gave their full attention to you. You wore a rash guard over a one piece, leaving your thighs and long legs exposed. As much as he wanted to look down at your legs, observing the creamy nature of your skin, he chose to be respectful and keep his eyes above the horizon. As if that was much help. You knew you looked gorgeous. Johnny swallowed hard, still keeping a smile on his face as you were introduced.
“You must be Y/N.” He spoke cheerfully, bracing his hand against his board, “Tyler’s been torturing me all afternoon, are you going to do the same?”
You smiled softly, “Nah, I’m much worse. She’s actually the good cop between us both.”
“Oh!” Johnny chuckled, “Perfect.”
“Have you been giving her a hard time?” You teased, looking up at him.
Tyler mouthed the word “yes” behind him. You snickered.
“Ah… Sort of. Maybe? I don’t think so.” Johnny reassured you.
“Good, because I’m worse.” You said confidently, “Be prepared to wake up sore when I’m done with you.”
You laughed. The edges of his dark brown eyes creased as he smiled. You were melting inside like a chocolate bar left in the sun, as Tyler slammed a towel against your chest.
“I’m taking ten.” Tyler huffed, “You work with him. He’s got a good start, but it was like pulling teeth.”
Johnny shook his head, a faint flush falling over his cheeks.
“Sure, Ty.” You laughed, “Come here, Johnny. You’ve got a lot to learn.”
You started with a favor from your girlfriend, and it developed into a crush. He was genuinely a sweet guy. Those long summer afternoons alone together were ones you cherished most. On dry land, he was busy scanning the shoreline as if he was studying for a final exam. But when he was in the water, all of his inhibitions were lost upon him. Johnny talked very little about his past, and you found comfort in that. Most of the time he wanted to hear about your stories. There was hesitation in the way he moved down waves most times, especially if you were there. It was a running joke that you had to look the opposite direction when he finally caught some waves. But his confidence grew quickly, which was reassuring. He needed it once Bodhi and his little friends caught wind of his presence. You dreaded that in a short time, the sweet Ohio boy would become just like the rest of them, sucked into their cult of wanting to own the ocean that never owed them a damn thing.
There was a party at Bodhi’s in the weeks following your meeting. You decided to put it to the test and see if Johnny did change around them. That evening you basked in the sweetest smelling things, placing a plumeria behind your ear from the tree growing on your back patio. You were dressed in the main star of your evening- a bright, backless thing you found shopping. It was the same shade as a Los Angeles sunset, the kind you saw shining against Johnny’s sunkissed face. The cowled halter showed off your chest as well as your legs.
You fantasized deep down that Johnny would notice. He always noticed when your hair was cut, he noticed when you were trouble, and when you were truly happy. No one had paid attention that much before with pure intentions.
Each of your steps up to Bodhi’s place jingled with the amount of gold jewelry you had on, high off the buzz of pregaming before the party even began. As you entered the backyard, where the chaos of partygoers under the influence seemed to space out, you saw Bodhi first. He was holding a girl with a lime between her teeth, before taking a shot.
After finishing, he smiled at you both.
“Hey!” Tyler smiled behind him, waving at you.
“Welcome back, Sweet Roll.” Bodhi grinned as he handed you a shot, “What’s mine is yours.”
You cringed at the nickname, hoping by now they forgot about it by now. Johnny walked up behind Bodhi, his general excitement turning into awe at the sight of you. His eyes looked you up and down quickly, unable to tear away his gaze from anyone else. His canines flashed an upturned smile at you.
“Sweet roll?” Johnny mouthed, more curious to hear the context. You shook your head.
Bodhi offered you a shot of tequila. This was the closest you’d ever get of an apology from him, that was his usual way of doing things. You sighed, raising your brow softly at him.
Johnny was here, and you didn’t want to start any drama. There was only one thing you wanted out of the night. You accepted the shot with a smile.
“Thanks, Bodhi.” Your tone was saccharine, but you wanted to be kind. The idea of sharing a lime with him made you want to spit in his mouth, but knowing how he operated, you knew he’d like it.
As you clinked shot glasses with Bodhi, Johnny came closer. You noticed by the way he carried his head high with a smug smile across his lips that he may have had a few drinks too. There was a lime between his teeth. He tilted his head down at you, innocently inviting you to the chaser. Johnny swooped in like a knight in shining armor, cutting between you and Bodhi.
Bodhi and Roach whistled at his bold move. Tyler’s eyes widened as she looked away.
“Fuck it, what the hell.” You whispered, downing the shot in one go. Johnny’s hands wrapped around the smallest point of your waist as you swallowed.
“Atta girl!” Bodhi encouraged with a laugh, “Get loose with him!”
You tilted your head back and opened your lips, inviting Johnny in. Your mouth and throat were on fire from the tequila, but the lime juice you sucked on from that wedge felt sweeter knowing his lips were on the other end. You nearly kissed him as he dipped you back, making you grow dizzy.
As he lifted you back up, there were some jeers of approval, as Johnny put your arm around you. You laughed a little, feeling flushed at the sensation. His arms were so cut, holding you with a nearly crushing strength. He smiled down at you, brushing some lime fruit off your lower lip.
“Hi.” He smiled breathlessly, “You look gorgeous, y/n.”
“Hi,” You swallowed hard, laughing.
Johnny leaned in with his genuine smile, greeting you warmly as if he had been waiting for this moment.
“Now it’s a party for sure…” Johnny mused, “You’ve been busy, what the hell? Did I say you looked gorgeous?”
“Well, hello to you too.” You sputtered, looking up at him, “And thanks! You did, but now it’s twice as nice.”
“I was hoping I’d see you tonight.” Johnny admitted, “I missed you.”
“What is it that you missed?” You teased, walking towards the beach behind Bodhi’s house, “Me yelling at you to fix your ankles on your board?”
“Maybe I did.” Johnny murmured, “I always had a thing for bad cops.”
He couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night. Whether it was dancing, or having a few more drinks, he didn't want to be far from you. And even when you had to step out, he was only an inch away, fully hypnotized by you.
His hands would constantly trace down the bigger part of your arms every now and then, but it was your hips he seemed to like. He held them close then you danced, when your arms were around his neck. He looked angelic in that white button down and blue jeans, the true American dream if you ever saw it.
Hours passed like this as you let the music and alcohol take you. Early in the morning, when chaos was rattling the roof off, Bodhi and the remaining gathered for a bonfire on the beach. You were marveled by these shared stories, almost reminding you of home. Their language was vulgar, but it was entertaining to say the least. But it was rather cold at this hour. You weren’t sure where to sit to avoid most of the sea breeze, as you walked past the back of everyone’s heads. The alcohol made you a little sleepy, as your hand trailed across the tops of Johnny’s shoulders, tousling the hair at the nape of his neck. Johnny leaned into your touch. If the waves weren’t so loud behind you, you could’ve sworn he sighed from relief.
Lucky for you, he had a blanket over his shoulders.
Johnny’s hand grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you close to him. You froze, as he pulled you backwards towards him.
“Hey, c’mere.” Johnny said softly, “I know you’re freezing, come under here for a bit.”
You shivered as you fell back onto his right thigh, wrapping the oversized blanket over you both.
“Thank you, Johnny.” You whispered in relief, “Ah, fuck it’s too cold for this…”
You folded the open edges of the blanket over each other. Johnny grabbed you by your hips and placed you square into his lap before wrapping his arms around your stomach, pulling you flush against his chest.
“There.” He whispered in your ear. The weight of his head rested on your shoulder, looking at you, “That’s better, right?”
There was fluttering in parts of you that you couldn’t describe out loud. Goosebumps still ran down your arms and legs from the gesture and not the cold.
“Yeah, much better.” You praised, pecking his cheek. A shimmery, caramel colored mark was left on his fire touched face. Johnny’s pupils dilated at the gesture, as he softly pressed a single kiss to yours. His touch was gentle, asking for permission for more. There was a gentle stroke in his lower lip as you kissed back. You took your sweet time on his lower lip, savoring the flavor of his skin before pulling away.
Johnny held you close, pressing a kiss to your lips once more.
Everyone was so engrossed with their stories and didn’t seem to notice. It became a game between you two, seeing what either one could get away with when no one was looking. The intentions at the beginning were chaste, slow, and sweet. You each took a turn stealing small kisses, exchanging gentle touches. Your hands brushed over his, making small circles over each knuckle. It wasn’t long that his entire face was covered with your glossy kisses. The fire light gave them all away, making him shine like a diamond.
Then you decided to push the boundary, once shifting on his lap. Johnny groaned in the back of your neck. You could tell as each minute passed, he was starting to get hungrier. You felt it too, feeling a weight forming in your stomach. It didn’t help that he seemed obsessed with it, rubbing your skin under the dress softly. He kneaded into your stomach with tender touches. If it was anyone else you would have slapped them away. But you didn’t. Johnny explored with tender, slow hands. It was as if he was tracing out every inch of your figure to remember in total darkness. His hands rose once to trace the outline of your back and waist, then lowering to your hips. You had to sit there with a flushed face and pretend to care about Nathaniel’s story for the evening, and stare at the fire as if nothing was going on under the fabric. Johnny’s soft exhale was felt in your ear as he caressed your figure. His open hands rolled over the hot flesh of your thighs inward. There was desperation in the noise. Your throat felt tight.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, “Where did you get this dress? I’d really love to know…”
You snapped your focus. Arousal was forming between your legs as he had reached your thighs.
“Hm?” You swallowed, “Oh, this thing?”
“Yeah, this one.” Johnny mused, “You look so good in it.”
“Oh, you know.” You said nonchalantly, “Just a boutique down the way my friend owns.”
“You’ve got great taste, I always knew you did.” He said as he pressed a kiss to the back of your neck. You felt it then, a tent right beneath you. The weight of his arousal pressed against yours. He was inexplicably hard. As a tease, you playfully rolled your hips back onto him. Johnny inhaled sharply, stopping you.
“But if you do that again, I’ll rip it to shreds.” Johnny held onto you with a firm grip. He was trying to be intimidating, but the desperation in his words lead to little imagination about how much he’d ruin your clothes.
“Then I’ll have no choice but to get another.” You joked, “And make you pay for it… To make up for it.”
“I still owe you for helping me surf, y/n.” Johnny whispered, “And I’ll get you anything you want. You just have to tell me, I’ll give you everything.”
“Anything I want?” You repeated, asking again, “Interesting. Maybe I can go back and get the dress she had in teal.”
“You wouldn’t leave.” Johnny remarked, “I wouldn’t let you leave like that.”
For a moment, you pouted.
“Don’t tell me you want me to cover up.” You snorted.
Johnny squeezed the inner parts of your thighs. You gasped at the sensation, his bruising grip nearly making you whimper in front of everyone.
“No, no.” Johnny’s tone grew darker, “You wouldn’t make it out of your place, because I’d stop you at the front door and rip it off you again.”
He pressed his lips between your shoulders, making you sigh. You closed your eyes for a moment, smiling sweetly. It was hard to keep up the act around everyone, as Bodhi’s attention lingered on you. You looked away, towards the distant horizon.
Johnny’s hands finally approached a new territory. A much riskier, higher territory. They wrapped around you from behind and carefully cupped your breasts. You let him, plastering the most relaxed face for everyone to see. Inside, you were moaning. Hot pricks of arousal trailed across your nipples as he flicked them under his thumbs. The rush of his touch was maddening, as you shifted again.
He was about to stop you when he realized why you squirm so much. You carefully removed the underwear around your hips in one swift motion.You grinned softly, taking his hand between your legs. Johnny’s lower lip trembled as he was reminding himself to breathe, feeling the arousal thick between your thighs. His long finger searched for your clit, pressing down once on the fleshy bud. You jolted softly, making him snicker. Then, it reached deeper between your legs, scooping at your entrance. You bit the inner part of your cheek to hold back a moan as his fingers slipped once inside you, then out. He quickly placed your underwear in his pocket.
Johnny’s jaw was slack at the sensation of your slick on his hands.
“I knew you liked me.” He whispered in your ear, “I just didn’t realize how much you wanted it too.”
You looked back at Bodhi’s house. The rooms were most likely all taken up by strung out stoners and other hookups. You weren’t fond of the idea of sharing that space. For him, it was different. But in the distance, you saw a rock formation of tide pools. You squinted in the distance to see how far of a walk it was.
“Five minutes.” Johnny answered, “I’ll see you there in five minutes.”
You looked back at him, in shock at his thinking.
“Sure.” you whispered, getting up. Johnny let you take the blanket with him, “And not a minute later.”
To be fair, it was still cold. You headed off into the murk pretending to be way more drunk than you actually were.
“Hey, Sweetie!” Bodhi called after you, “Where the hell are you going?”
“For a walk!” You yelled without looking back, “Mind ya business!”
Your fake tipsy waddle across the cool sand turned into a happy trot. As you reached the edge of the rock formations, you maneuvered by moonlight across them. The last thing you needed was a broken ankle by the time he showed up. There was a full moon out to give you plenty of light, as you wandered into a small sandbar between rock formations. The tide was out just enough so that you’d both have room. Stone formations blocked out the chilly sea breeze as you set up the blanket.
Arousal was seeping through every fiber in your body, as you ran your hands across your body. You closed your eyes, remembering Johnny’s touch. Your fingertips stretched between your legs, remembering how his fingers felt inside of you. You looked down at your figure, remembering every inch of his warm hands touching you.
As you bent forward to fix the corner of that blanket, two firm hands gripped on the widest portion of your hips, pressing their boner into the back of your wet pussy.
You flinched a moment and let out a small noise from fear. Johnny’s hums of pleasure surfaced through the darkness, making your clit twitch.
Johnny’s aroused sigh was masked by a husky laugh, “It’s just me, gorgeous.”
You sighed in relief, as you rose up to meet him. You turned around, gasping as he pulled you into a hungry kiss. He wasn’t as chaste now, seeping his tongue between your lips and rolling it across your teeth. You practically moaned into his mouth as you kissed back, his hands firmly grasping your butt under your skirt. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, nearly too lost in his kisses to do anything else. His tongue was dominant over all your senses, taking its sweet time to savor every second of your taste.
His kisses were desperate, as they pulled from your lips to your throat. His breathing hitched, caressing his face against the crook of your perfumed skin.
“Is this why they call you sweet roll, hmm?” Johnny asked into your neck, making you squirm as he slapped your butt, “Because you smell so sweet? Because once I have you, I can’t get enough?”
“No.” You opened your eyes, holding onto him a little tighter, “Because of my… Well…”
You couldn’t bring yourself to say it aloud. He looked up at you , covering your face in tiny kisses. It melted your moment of vulnerability away, making you giggle.
“I’m listening.” Johnny affirmed.
“Well, It’s because-” You began to say, just as he began kissing you again, holding you by your hips. You laughed lightly, trying to finish your sentence.
“Go on.” Johnny insisted, “Please, I want to know.”
“It’s a stupid joke that Bodhi- Johnny!” you cried as Johnny began to kiss you, tipping you back so he could nuzzle his face in your breasts. Your laugh turned into a screech as he kissed the damp skin between them. He inhaled the scent of your body and exhaled, tracing kisses up the low cut of your dress to your lips.
“Will you let me finish?!” You exclaimed as you palmed his boner in your hands. That got him to change his attitude fast.
“What is it then?” Johnny’s voice was sugared as he looked into your eyes, “What’s his problem with a pretty girl like you?”
“It’s my fucking backrolls.” You said swiftly, feeling your face run hot with blood, “He squeezed them when I was having a good day. I’m trying to lose them, all of this.”
You motioned to your body, “But it seems counter intuitive now.”
Johnny shook his head and sighed, “Oh, now that’s just a dick fuckin’ move.”
Insecurities began to creep in, as you pulled down your dress. Johnny watched you carefully, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. You couldn’t bear to look at him now, trying to hide from his gaze. His hand tilted your cheek to look back at him. Those sweet eyes of his returned, as he wiped tears from your cheeks.
“Hey, don’t be sad.” Johnny reassured, “Oh, man. I’m so sorry, y/n.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” You wiped your face, not even realizing you had started crying, “It’s so stupid, and when you hold me, I just feel safe, now.”
You choked up a little more, and Johnny hugged you for a second. He grew quiet, rubbing your back. There was that scowl of his again, as he glanced over his shoulder to speak to you once more.
“You know what? Fuck him.” Johnny insisted, “Not literally, but metaphorically. He can go fuck himself off that cliff, right there in the horizon. Because I haven’t been able to keep my eyes off of you since the first day I met you. You are one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever seen in my life. Do you hear me?”
He brushed his fingertip across your lower lip. He was holding your face, using his thumbs to wipe the corner of your eyes from their tears. You laughed at the idea of Bodhi falling off the cliff.
“And I’ll make it look like an accident!” Johnny exclaimed, “What do you say? I’ll do anything to make sure you don’t cry again.”
“Thanks, Johnny.” You sniffed, smiling warmly at him. Johnny kissed your forehead and looked at you in awe again.
“Island girl.” He spoke in wonder, “Of course he’s jealous. I can see how they all look at you. You have something they don’t.”
Johnny’s warm forehead pressed against yours as he planted a soft kiss on your lips.
“You treat the ocean like you want to.” Johnny whispered, “And you respect it. You don’t want to own it. It flows with you, y/n. It drives them nuts, don’t you see it?”
You smiled and caressed the side of his chiseled face, tracing the shadow of his jawline against moonlight. He looked beautiful here, holding you so tenderly.
You whispered, “I was afraid they’d change you. That you’d be like one of them, chasing after the rush.”
Johnny shook his head, “To be like one of them? Not even in the slightest. I’m not going to sit here and take credit for you and Tyler’s hard work. Why do you think I got up early every morning to train with you before work?”
“Because I’m the bad cop with a soft spot.” You answered lightly, playing with his hair.
“Because I wanted to learn from you.” Johnny whispered in your ear again.
The reverberation of his voice brought an ecstasy within you that kept arousal weeping between your legs. Your breasts pressed against his chest, the lining of the material thinner than patience for humanity. But there, in your arms was a man that gave you every reason not to fear a man’s touch again.
As Johnny’s broad body pinned you against the side of a rock formation, every single doubt about him left your body.
“You are so beautiful.” He praised, untying the halter top of your dress, “I need to see all of you, please. I can only go so long based on memory to feel you. You’ve been driving me crazy tonight, I-” He shook his head, “Shit, I can’t ever say what I-”
His pleas were desperate, those hands roaming. Your fingertip dragged across his lips, pausing his stammering voice.
You nodded once, resting your back against the stone formation, “Go on, baby. Take it off for me.”
What he did next, you’d never forget.
Johnny’s jaw slacked as he slid your dress down over your breasts and stomach. Shimmering moonlight mixed with your body glitter made you look like a siren from a sailor’s dream. He traced his hands across your freed breasts and paid careful attention to squeezing on your nipples softly. Your breasts were spilling out of his hands. Johnny’s head disappeared between them, as his lips pressed kisses to your sore undersides. You moaned softly as his lips latched onto each nipple and suckled softly. He suckled slowly on your skin and let his tongue flick the tops of them. His dark lashes fluttered in pleasure at the sensation of your hard nipples in his mouth.
Johnny fell to his knees and held you tightly by your ribcage as he continued his way down your body. His kisses became ticklish at your stomach and hips. You began to giggle, as his kisses deepened. Your body twitched and squirmed under him, as he smiled up at you.
“Honey, what are you doing?” The pet names flowed freely, “What is it about you there?”
Johnny looked up at you again, leaning his face against your uterus,
“I’m just really in love with this. This, right here.” He hummed, “I want to stay here. Your skin is so soft, I love how tender you feel here.”
“Even if it’s squishy?” You asked tentatively, “Even if it’s- ah- AH!”
Your head arched back and nearly slammed into the stone behind you as he clamped his teeth into the side of your stomach. Johnny’s perfect teeth clamped down into your skin, suckling harshly against it. Pleasure ebbed in your core through your belly button as he held his hungry touch there. Only once he came up for breath, just to do the same to the other side. Your eyes scrunched shut at the overwhelming sensation of his teeth sucking onto you. It was nearly vampiric at your inner thighs where the sensations became nearly painful. You began to pant at the sensation, his grip nowhere near letting you go. And that son of a bitch had the audacity to smile the entire time, knowing he could make you feel this way.
“Johnny….” You whimpered, “Johnny it hurts a little.”
“I can’t help it, gorgeous.” Johnny said as he sealed each mark with a kiss, “These are my thank you notes to your body. I love your thighs, baby. You’re proof of being soft and strong. I want it, every second of it. It took everything in me not to fuck you under that blanket when you sat on my lap…”
He finished trailing his kisses down to your feet, where he knelt at your feet. He may as well have been kissing the ground you walked on.
As he rose to meet you again, you finally got a chance to rip that button down off, caressing his bare chest. Your thumbs traced a single long scar on his abdomen.
“What’s this?” You asked sweetly.
“A story for another time.” Johnny answered, unbuckling his belt, “This night’s all about you, y/n.”
You ignored his request anyways, pressing a single kiss to it. His skin ran hot with desire. Your eyes focused on the strained cock inside his jeans. Another thing you noticed was the condom wrapper that poked out of his pocket. You quickly pulled down his pants and freed him from his briefs, making him sigh in relief. His tip was bordering purple from desperation, leaking slick precum. The shaft was long and stiff as you pumped him in your hands. He sighed softly in relief and brushed his hands through your hair.
“I’ll put it on, don’t worry.” he reassured you.
“How do you want me?” you asked coyly, crawling on all fours to the blanket, looking back once. You laid back on the blanket, spreading your legs wide. Johnny bit his swollen lower lip as he pumped himself in one hand to secure the rubber.
“Turn around for me like you did....” He commanded with a motioning fingertip, “Like you did on all fours. I want to praise the back of you as well, y/n.”
This position was new for you. There was a tremble in his voice like he was seconds from cumming his brains out. You couldn’t refuse him that, not if he was hell bent on worshiping you. You nodded, rising to support yourself on your hands and knees. It wasn’t long that he made his way behind you, pressing a single kiss to the center of your spine.
“This is new for me.” You admitted, “If it’s too much, I’ll let you know.”
“And I’ll make sure to listen.” Johnny’s breath fanned against the skin of your backside. Seconds passed as he brushed the tip of his penis against your clit, dragging it down your entrance. Your fingers dug into the blanket at the coaxing touches. Impatiently, you pressed your hips back against him.
“Sorry,” He chuckled, “I can’t help it. You look so fucking pretty like this.”
Johnny started slowly inserting himself inside of you. You stuttered, breathing deeply as he pushed deeper into you in one slow drag, your pussy so wet that he went in with a low squelch. Your eyes shut as he filled you. He was so thick, stretching you tenderly as he held still, letting your body acclimate to him.
“That’s it.” Johnny whispered, “That was so good, baby, you’re taking every inch of me. You feel….” There was a roughness to his voice, “S-so good. You’re so wet for me, y/n. You can relax with me, remember? Relax that stomach of yours, it’ll help you.”
You let your stomach go slack, as he rubbed it softly. He groaned, rubbing your free stomach with a careful hand. You sighed in relief as the previous tension melted from your pelvic floor.
“Isn’t that better?” he hummed, “You’re doing so good for me. Thank you, gorgeous. You’re already so tight for me.”
He thanked you with slow circles on your clit, making you moan.
“Let it out, baby.” Johnny encouraged you, stroking you slowly. The tides beyond were loud enough to block out your groans. A pleasurable sensation began to shudder deep inside of you, as his length rubbed against a spot that made you see stars. You hated not being able to see him, but feeling him all around you was near relief. Johnny gripped onto your hips, moving them under his hands.
“How’s this?” He asked breathlessly, “Is this okay, baby?”
It was getting harder to speak, as he increased his pace inside of you.
“It’s perfect… Baby, you’re so good.” You whimpered, “I want more. You can… you can go-”
He pressed himself deeper in you. You let out a cry at the sensation of him filling you entirely, unable to comprehend that he was only halfway in before.
“Keep moving your hips like that.” Johnny growled, “Show me how you put them to work on me.”
You hadn’t realized how you were grinding on him. You let your hips roll back into his, as easy as the tide. You looked back to see Johnny’s half lidded eyes smile warmly at you. His hair was slowly coming undone, the salt slowly making his hair curl on end. His face was flushed, more than he was when he was drinking earlier. A firm, flat hand slapped your bare ass, making you yelp.
“Don’t try and distract me.” Johnny chuckled, “Baby, I’m trying to get you to cum first…”
He pushed deep into you again, making you squirm into submission.
“You can go harder now if you want to.” You uttered, trying to stifle the moans out of your mouth in saying this, “It’s okay if you want to be rough. I-I’ll-”
Johnny’s hand wrapped around your hair and pulled you back towards him. You gasped, shutting your eyes tightly.
“Is that what YOU want?” Johnny asked in a darker tone.
“... Yes.” You stammered, whimpering, “Please, Johnny.”
He shuddered as if he was going to bust at the sound of his name on your lips.
“Good girl.” Johnny praised, “I’ll do that for you, only when you ask.”
Johnny gripped onto you tightly by your waist, leaning forward above your back. He began a brutal pace against the most sensitive parts within you, thrusting against you hard. You let out a stifled cry, backing yourself into his perfect hips.
“Now let me hear it.” Johnny growled in your ear, “I know you need to let it out, how good am I?”
You let out a pleasured sob as he pounded into you, holding you tightly. Every nerve was running hot within you, as he braced against your back. Johnny kissed and lapped at your open back, whispering praises and your name as you continued to lose yourself on his dick. He smiled against your skin, running his tongue across your skin. Your fingers gripped down onto the blanket, stirring up the sand beneath you both. Your cries were growing louder with each stroke, as he rested his head against your back to hear your racing heart.
“Don’t stop!” You begged as if you were begging for your life, “Please, Johnny!”
“You sound so beautiful like this…” Johnny hummed, “Come undone, I’m waiting for you…”
Johnny panted against your back, leaning to press his lips against where your back rolls were. He pumped even faster now, at the pace you loved. Your orgasm was inbound, and erupted the second you felt Johnny’s teeth on your back rolls.
Johnny groaned loudly as he bit the right side of your upper back, where your roll sat pretty. He suckled on your skin with enough pressure to create a bruise. You came loudly, seeing a violent color behind your eyes. You lost control of your body at the explosive pleasure within you, bucking your hips back in response. The screams coming out of you were unholy, as Johnny held you in it, bending you against the sand. He kept going, extending your pleasure to overstimulation as he finished inside of you. Johnny’s choked moan was the sweetest sound in your ear as he came, his hips stuttering. His dick twitched inside of you, as you wondered the stability of his condom with how much he came inside of you. You looked over your shoulder to see him breathless. His mouth was open, eyes squinted shut as he had you.
You both flopped face first into the sand, stacked on top of each other for a moment. The only sound then had come from you both, panting to catch your breath. There was no other glow from Bodhi’s general direction, which made you assume they had all gone to bed. You let out a ragged noise, feeling your body slump in the afterglow. He was so still over you, you wondered if he was asleep.
“Johnny, are you ok?” Your voice rasped.
Johnny let out an unexpected laugh. You tilted your head to look back at him, sinking slowly into the blanket from his weight on top of you.
“What’s so funny?” You asked with a scowl.
He giggled then more, “I’m sorry, I just-” His laughter was dizzy with glee, as he picked his head up to look at you. The man was gone, lost in you, as his hair was pressed up against his forehead. He was covered in a veil of sweat, eyes half asleep. You laughed at his love fucked face, as he kissed you.
“I’m sorry, it happens to me sometimes when I’ve had a lot of fun.” Johnny spoke sweetly, “You are incredible, y/n…”
“Dear god, so are you.” You smiled warmly.
“Here, let me not crush you-” Johnny placed one last kiss on your back before removing himself completely. The brutal sensation of him leaving you made you whimper, as Johnny stumbled back. He huffed a breath.
“Jesus, you didn’t want me to go!” Johnny laughed as he fell back in the sand beside you. Your body was limp from exhaustion, as you moved just enough to curl in his arms.
“Oh, ok.” Johnny whispered playfully, “Come here, then. I’m here, I miss you already.”
You peppered Johnny’s cheeks with kisses, as he held you close. He kissed you warmly before laying his head back on the sand.
You looked above at the stars, feeling succumbed to their glory despite the smog lingering.
“You know, that’s how I find my way back to my car, when I surf at night. We need to go again…” you muttered sleepily, “What do you think? Can we?”
“Yes, I would,” Johnny sighed, “As long as it’s with you.”
You talked about some things, dancing around a few words that would startle any man after one night together. You hadn’t realized you fell asleep after that, until you woke to the sensation of cold water tickling at your toes.
You sniffled awake, blinded by the early morning sunrise in the distance. Johnny was peacefully asleep in front of you, looking like a lost sailor crashed to shore beside you. It hadn’t been some dream anymore! You watched him closely, seeing his breath move in and out of his vast chest. It wasn’t long that he had stirred slowly from his rest. Those thick lashes of his fluttered open, as he looked at you warmly.
“Hi, baby.” you whispered, “Good morning.”
For two seconds, he was soft with delight at the sight of you. And then reality hit. He slowly noted his surroundings, snapping awake.
“Shit….” He stammered, “Shhhhiiit….”
He looked around, then marveled at you, “Shit!”
“What?” You flinched. Johnny flopped back on the sand, laughing.
“SHIT!” he cackled, shaking his head and burying his face. You laughed loudly with him, hugging him tight. You realized work was waiting for you too. You were both screwed, but you didn’t care, even as he stumbled back into his button down and blue jeans. Johnny’s lips spammed you with tender kisses, as he whispered apologies and promises to see you again.
“Just go, then!” you laughed, “Don’t worry about me!”
“But I will though.” Johnny groaned, “I can’t leave my pretty girl alone-”
“Well come on, then!” You laughed, throwing on your dress, “Here, here! Your shoes!”
You stumbled up the sands and raced to your cars, making a game of the inevitable. As you ducked down away from Bodhi’s sight, Johnny kissed you deeply one last time, enough to make it rattle in your bones.
“I’ll see you later, then?” You asked sweetly, “Come meet me later.”
“I will.” Johnny promised, “Be careful out here, ok?”
You reached for the top button on his shirt, and fixed it. Johnny clicked his tongue and widened his eyes.
“Baby, please!” He said in a rushed tone. You brushed his face, kissing him slowly one last time. He was haughty now, antsy with something more demanding than you could ever comprehend.
“You are beyond fiction, Johnny.” you whispered, “Come back to me in one piece.”
He took it lightly and kissed you quickly before rushing down the cul-de-sac in his car. But deep down, you meant it. You recognized the outline of the glock in his back pocket as he pulled on his pants, something clean and unmarked. You usually don't see ones like that in Bodhi’s circles. As you soared down the highway towards home, your eyes scanned the waves. You remembered your rash guard was at home, but a bikini was still in your back seat.
Maybe it was time to show everyone just exactly what Johnny had for you.
Hi guys! I know I've been a ghost on this account but I wrote this fanfic about Johnny Utah. It's 18+, all warnings apply. Enjoy if you read it! And if you don't, have a most excellent day regardless!
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