༘ ೀ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT, TANGLED UP IN YOUR SHEETS | 18+ MDNI
pairing : fwb!johnathan kovacevic x reader
warning(s) : man this is pure smut so MDNI 18+, fwb, making out, vaginal fingering, p in v, dirty talk, praise kink, dom!kovy, and cussing (if i missed anything pls lmk!)
a/n : i’m doing a nico one after this i can’t stop with these blurbs
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who just loves to call you late at night. doesn’t matter if it’s after a game, win or loss, he will always call you, off days too. no matter what you still pick up the phone. and when you do, kovy’s voice is always deep and raspy. “hey, i think you should come over.” with that, you do what you’re told.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who answers the door just seconds after you’ve knocked. he wastes no time grabbing your hips and guiding you inside of his apartment. his lips lock onto yours within seconds. he kicks the door closed with his foot, not bothering about locking it because it’s an automatic lock. thank god to whoever invented that.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who attempts to drag you into his bedroom by your hips but that never ends up happening. instead, he settles with pressing your back up against a wall in the lightly dimmed hallway.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who desperately lifts your shirt off of your body. his hands instantly cup your breasts that sit in a black push-up bra (that you purposely wore ofc). he kneads your breasts and a soft moan escapes from your lips. the sound goes straight to his groin, and his cock sits semi-hard against his inner thigh. the soft fabric of his boxer briefs hugs his cock perfectly. if it weren’t for his dark heather grey slacks, you’d be able to see the outline of his swollen tip.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who shoves his hand down your sweatpants, teasing your clothed clit. he breaks away from a tongue-messy kiss to look down on you. a small smirk spreads onto his face when he finally takes ahold of the thin black fabric that covers your most sacred body part and pulls it aside. you fuel his fire by muttering a soft “please” and with that, kovy inserts his ring finger.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who watches as your eyes roll to the back of your head when he adds another two fingers. his name escapes your lips like a prayer. chanting continuously until you finally come undone. the 6’5 looks at you with so much adoration. you never catch how his eyes glisten when they look down on you.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who quickly discards your panties and sweatpants. he tosses them into the middle of the hallway. you follow suit, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. you take your time knowing it’s driving kovy insane. and it does because before you can reach into his pants and palm his cock through his boxer briefs, he pulls away. shoving the material of clothing off of his muscular thighs, he wastes no time in turning you around to face the wall.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who takes off his boxer briefs slowly, just to get his lick back. you're growing impatient and before you can mutter something to him he whispers, “spread your legs for me.” his command is automatically obeyed by you.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who pushes his cock into your wet cunt. walls squeezing him like you were made for him. “so fucking perfect” he manages to slowly breathe out. he starts moving his hips, keeping the pace nice and steady. the two of you savior the moment before it gets downright filthy. his hands make their way to your hips, once they land on the soft skin, kovy picks up the pace.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who’s hips rut against yours, the pace is fast. the tip of his cock hits the spot kovy is all too familiar with. moans are leaving your mouth left and right, you don’t even care if anyone can hear you.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who takes a hold of your hair, balled up into his fist. it takes you by surprise and you quickly settle yourself against the wall. soft grunts leaves kovy's throat, “you like when i fuck you like this, huh?” he grinds his teeth together and you nod. you can’t even speak because you’re so fucked out. it feeds into kovys ego but you didn’t care. he knew how to fuck you, and good.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who can’t help but guide you through your orgasm. “that’s it, baby, give it to me,” you paint his cock with your cum. “such a good, good girl.”
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who’s thrusts begin to be inconsistent, he’s close and you know it. his hand leaves your hair and goes back to your hip. his grip is tight, you can feel the marks starting to form.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovywho goes fucking crazy when you praise him, “you fuck me so good, kovy.” all he sees is black after that.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who paints your walls with white when he cums. he slows his pace while catching his breath. his chest heaves when he finally pulls out. you whimper and turn around to face him in return. your eyes catch his abdomen, he's so fucking toned, you're eyes move up at watch his chest rise and fall, he's trying to catch his breath. by the time your eyes finally make contact with his, he’s already looking at you. his hands cup your face and he leans down to give you a quick peck.
༘ ೀ fwb!kovy who pulls away and tells you one thing, “now go get on the bed, i’m not done with you.”
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WHEN I'M DOWN ON MY KNEES, YOU'RE HOW I PRAY | johnathan kovacevic x reader
summary : you have the time of your life giving kovy a blowjob and so does he.
wc : 1.9k
warning(s) : fwb!kovy but it isn’t specified, smut 18+ MDNI, oral (male receiving), spit kink, dom!johnathan and sub!reader, dirty talk, making out, cuss words, reader wears a cross necklace but religion isn’t specified, size kink kind of mentioned (literally blink and you’ll miss it), face fucking and pls lmk if i missed anything!
a/n : yall this is heavily inspired by religion by ldr
White luminescence clouds your vision and a ‘ding!’ is heard once the elevator comes to a halt, you’ve reached your destination. Your eyes watch as the silver metal doors slowly open, revealing the 9th floor. Your feet start to carry you before you can register that this is the first time you’ve seen Johnny in the last two weeks. Roadies were the worst. Phone calls became less frequent with the 6’5 hockey player and getting used to not waking up in his bed was a rude awakening but that’s a conversation for another time.
As you inch closer to the front door of Johnny’s apartment, the more anxious you get. The butterflies never seemed to go away. You swear you can feel your heart beating out of your chest. It’s almost pathetic how he has you wrapped around his finger, but you liked it that way anyway.
You place three subtle knocks on Johnny’s front door, pushing back a stray strand of hair that fell out from behind your ear while you wait. Once your hand falls back into place at your side, you hear the lock ‘click’, and Johnny appears once the door is swung open. He’s wearing a dark heather gray long-sleeve and black joggers- very casual.
“Hey, I brought wine.” You hold up your left hand and behold, a black glossy bottle filled with a cheap pinot noir is revealed.
“You didn’t have to, I already have some.” He chuckles, moving aside as he speaks, granting you access to his apartment.
“And be a disappointment of a guest? No way.” You earn another chuckle from the defenseman.
Moving towards the kitchen island, to set down the bottle of dry red wine, Johnny follows your trail. Like a lost puppy, even though it’s his very own apartment. A soft ‘thud’ is heard when the heavily tinted glass hits the granite countertop. Right behind you is Johnny, you can feel his presence. Most of the time you don’t even need to feel his presence to know that he’s there, he always manages to find his way back to you. You turn around to face him and in an instant, his hands find their way onto your waist.
“You could never be a disappointment, not to me.” His voice is just above a whisper, your faces are mere inches apart. From an outsider's perspective, the height difference looks insane. He’s slouched, at eye level with you, but deep down Johnathan loved it.
His fingertips run over the band of the cream cotton lounge pants that sit on the lower half of your waist. His eyes linger on the small gold pendant that sits on top of your brown baby tee. In the blink of an eye, his right hand emerges from your waist and picks up the gold-plated pendant. He wavers his thumb over the small cut diamonds that make the necklace shine when the sun hits it at the right angle.
In a deep breath, the brunette whispers out, “I’ve missed you.”
You look up at him, adoration glazed upon your irises. Johnny licks his lips, awaiting your response which you give him, with a small smile.
“I missed you too.”
Your sentence is confirmation and with a tug, he guides your lips to his. Johnny wastes no time slipping his tongue into your mouth, he’s taking control like he always does. Together, your lips move swiftly, saliva mixing together. The hand on your waist drifts towards your lower back, keeping you in place. His grip on the dainty cross necklace you wear only seems to tighten as the kiss intensifies.
Moments pass, it feels like forever, but in reality, you're basking in every waking moment. You’re brought back to reality when your teeth clash with Johnny's and a moan escapes from the depth of your chest. The sounds do nothing but go straight to his cock, which sits against his inner thigh, screaming to be released. It’s pathetic how the effect you have on him activates so quickly yet it feeds into your ego. Your right-hand latches into place onto the back of his head, and you tug at the soft curls every time Johnny takes a handful of your ass, your actions only adding fuel to the fire.
Johnny’s the first to break away from the kiss. The air is thick around you and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. The grip on the pendant of your necklace is dropped and you feel as it hits the space between your collarbones. You watch as Jonathan brings his forehead against yours, a comfortable gesture. You can feel the small puffs of air coming from his nose, he’s trying to contain himself. Johnnys eyes are closed and now both hands are on your waist, He takes a second to squeeze at your waist to ensure you’re still there. Almost as if he’s waiting to wake up from a dream he wishes was real.
“Strip and get on your knees.” Johnny’s rhetorical statement has you whip your head up at him.
“And what happened to dinner?” You scoff at him, thinking he isn’t being serious.
“I’m about to give it to you.” The realization of what’s about to come hits you. Your mouth is agape when the words leave the man’s mouth. In return, all Johnny does is smirk, with nothing but cruel intentions. He knows what he’s doing and it sure is getting the job done.
You waste no time in discarding your top and bottoms, taking your panties off with your pants, and killing two birds with one stone. You’re obeying orders after all. As Johnny takes a step back, his lower back hits the countertop behind him. He crosses his arms as he watches as you strip.
“This is NOT fair.” You point at your, almost, naked state, earning a deep chuckle from Johnny. The defenceman has yet to start striping and it’s driving you insane. Your eyes lock with Johnny’s as you maneuver to unclasp your bra, noticing how dark his eyes genuinely look.
The black push-up bra you wore now sits on the floor, you’re completely bare. Before you can make another remark about how he’s still very much dressed, Jonathan takes a step forward.
“What are you do-” Jonathan reaches you before you can finish questioning him. His hands grip your biceps, leading you toward his bedroom.
Johnathan’s grip on your upper arms is released when you walk through the door that connects his room to the rest of his apartment. His foot kicks the door closed and you watch, waiting for another command. A command never comes, rather, Johnathan walks up to you and takes your face into his right hand. Eye’s locking as he takes a moment to stare you down. It’s silent, for the most part. His soft breaths and the city rustling from the streets below the building are all that you can hear. Johnathan breaks the silence with one more order.
“Open your mouth.” Your jaw opens and the grip on the lower half of your face loosens up a bit. You watch as Johnny leans down and puckers his lips. Moments later his silva makes contact with your tongue. Your head feels like it’s floating while your pussy continues to glisten.
“Swallow and get on your knees, I won’t ask again.”
Your body works like clockwork and as soon as your knees hit the floor, his silva has traveled down your esophagus. Your hands go to tug at the waistband of Johnny’s black joggers. Taking your time, not feeling rushed, you bring the article of clothing down Johnny’s thighs. You certainly have all night to do whatever you please. Somewhere along the way, Johnny’s dominant hand rests on top of your head, stroking it so lightly - almost as if you’d break. He watches as you finally look up at him, your lip tucked under your top teeth. Lust overcasts onto your pupils, his the same.
“What’s got you waiting, baby?” He brings his hand down to your chin, his pointer finger guiding you to look up at him. He towers over you, like a king who’s stood upon his kingdom.
You shake your head in response, indicating that there is no real reason why you’re waiting. Johnny doesn’t like it so he utters, “Well then, get to it, baby.”
You take the base of his cock into your right hand, guiding him to your mouth. Before your tongue makes contact with the tips of his cock, you place a tiny peck at his tip, his hips jerk up in return. A quick thought of teasing him for a bit longer flashes across your mind but you decide against it, it’s been too long since you’ve seen this side of him.
The feeling of his shaft moving into your mouth makes you hum, sending even more euphoria through Johnny's veins. Unexpectedly, Johnny thrusts the rest of his cock into your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat and a gag is threatening to release.
“Such a good fucking girl, taking me so well.” Your eyes flutter up at him and you take in his state. His head is thrown back, mouth agape, breaths scattered. God, it’s so hot and all you can do is sit there and take it.
Johnny’s hips start to move and the pace shows you no mercy, tears immediately escaping your tear ducts. The sounds your mouth makes as he thrusts into your mouth are straight-up obscene but it’s all worth it when Johnny’s moans just drive you to keep going. You stare up at him, basking in how his stomach flexes and how his Adam's apple bobbles after he moans.
“Fuck baby, it feels so fucking good.” Johnny breathes out when you finally take his balls into your left hand. He takes a second to finally make eye contact with you and when he does, you already know he’s not far behind from an earth-shattering orgasm. His eyes scream hunger and your pussy leaks from it.
Johnnys non-dominant hand comes to wipe away the tears that started falling the moment he lost control. The small gesture only eggs you to keep going. You stay in place, not bothering to move your head since Johnny is clearly doing all the work. You sit and watch as he takes what he needs like you’re a toy.
Mixed saliva and precum starts to travel down your throat and into your chest. The cloudy mixture coats the gold pendant of your necklace, that’s a problem for future you. You can’t help but clasp your thighs shut and start grinding onto absolutely nothing. The way Johnny’s moans keep getting louder and more frequent, almost as if he’s letting you know you’re doing a good job, makes your slick travel down to your inner thighs. You don’t even register the feeling of how the carpet of his bedroom floor has your knees feeling raw.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” Johnny’s huffs, his chest is falling and rising rapidly.
His thrusts become irregular and you take it as a sign to start moving your head. Your tongue, flat against the bottom of his shaft, feels the vein that runs against it. His tip hits the back of your throat just right and in a couple of movements, a loud moan is heard through the room, and Johnny’s load spills at the back of your throat.
You swallow once Johnny pulls out of your mouth. His hands loosen against your scalp and you pull away. In a swift motion, Johnnys helps you up from the carpeted floor. He leans down to kiss you once you’re standing in place, Johnny can taste himself against your tongue. He can feel himself getting hard again.
Once Johnny pulls away from the kiss he utters, “Get on the bed, I’m not done with you,” dinner, now long forgotten.
