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Johnny loves you maybe a little *too* much...so he likes to have you whenever he wants, even at his parents house
Johnny (retired au, I'm still getting over his death guys)/ female reader
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The old wooden floorboards creak under your feet as you slip into the guest room at Johnny's parents' house. It's late, the house is quiet except for the distant sound of the clock ticking. You've been here for the weekend, playing the part of the polite girlfriend, but Johnny…well has been eyeing you like a starved dog all day. His blue eyes follow you everywhere, that boyish grin hiding the desperation inside him.
You barely close the door to the guest bedroom before he pounces, his strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you against his chest. 'Fuck, bonnie,' he whispers, thick with need. His breath is hot against your neck as he nuzzles in, lips brushing your skin. 'Been drivin' me mad all day. Seein' ye in that skirt, smilin' at ma folks... I need ye now….'
He's like a puppy, whining softly as he presses his hips forward, letting you feel the hard bulge straining against his jeans. His fingers dig into your sides, tugging at the hem of your shirt, impatient and rough. You can smell the faint soap on his skin and the musky hint of his arousal. 'Please,' he begs, voice low and gravelly, his mouth trailing kisses down your collarbone. 'Just a quick one. They'll never hear. I promise I'll be quiet.'
But you know he won't. Johnny's never been good at holding back. His hands slide under your shirt, palms rough from years of training, cupping your breasts and squeezing. He groans softly, thumb flicking over your nipple until it hardens under his touch. 'Ye're so soft,' he murmurs, dropping to his knees right there on the worn carpet. He looks up at you with those pleading eyes, unzipping your skirt with trembling fingers.
It pools at your feet, and he doesn't waste time, hooking his fingers into your panties and yanking them down. His mouth is on you in seconds, tongue lapping at your pussy like he's dying of thirst. Wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as he sucks on your clit, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you steady. 'Taste so fuckin' good,' he mumbles against you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine. He's messy, eager, his nose bumping your folds as he devours you, needy whines escaping him with every lick.
You thread your fingers through his mohawk, tugging to guide him, and he moans louder, hips rutting against nothing. 'Johnny,' you whisper warningly, glancing at the door. His parents' room is just down the hall. But he doesn't stop…can't stop. He stands abruptly, spinning you around and bending you over the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under your weight as he fumbles with his belt, the clink of metal loud in the silence.
His cock springs free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. He rubs the head against your entrance, teasing for just a second before thrusting in hard. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp as he fills you, stretching your walls with that familiar burn. 'Shite, ye're tight,' he grunts, hands on your hips as he starts pounding into you. Each slap of skin on skin is risky, but he doesn't care, his need overrides everything.
He leans over you, chest to your back, one hand clamping over your mouth while the other reaches around to rub your clit. 'Gonna use this pussy till I cum,' he growls in your ear, thrusts deep and relentless. His balls smack against you with every drive, his breath ragged. You're soaking wet, the slick sounds betraying how much you want it too, even as your heart races at the thought of getting caught.
Johnny's like a pup in heat, humping into you with desperate fervor, his free hand pinching your nipple. 'Cum for me, Bonnie,' he pleads, voice muffled against your shoulder. 'Wanna feel ye squeeze ma cock.' His fingers circle faster, and you shatter, clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside you, a choked whimper escaping as he bites your neck to stay quiet.
He stays there, panting, still half-hard inside you. 'Thank ye,' he whispers, kissing your shoulder softly. But even as he pulls out, cum dripping down your thigh, you know he isn't done. That needy glint is back in his eyes already.
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