i really hope this reaches the right audience bc we need more BOTs content on this site im obsessed with them includes johnny, gibs, joey, pat, and hugh
hii could you do johnny kavanagh smut & fluff if you’re up to it? thanks xx
Cherry Wine | johnny kavanagh
summary: 1,4k. in the quiet of his room, with the door locked and the world fading away, johnny takes his time loving you the way he always does: gently, attentively, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
cw: estabilished relationship, fluff, soft intimacy, could be considered a college!au, suggestive content, gentle johnny, english is not my first language xx.
author’s note: there’s not much smut to this but i hope you enjoy it :) sorry for the delay!
currently playing: cherry wine (live)
Johnny’s dorm room smells like laundry detergent and aftershave and something unmistakably him. The desk is cluttered with notebooks and rugby tape, his hoodie thrown over the back of the chair like he never really learned how to put things away.
You’re perched on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, watching him pace while he pretends not to be nervous about the exam he swears he didn’t study for.
“You’re gonna be fine,” you say, amused. “You say this every time.”
Johnny stops mid-step and looks at you, brows raised. “I do not.”
“You absolutely do.”
He scoffs, walking over until he’s standing between your knees. “You’re exaggerating.”
You tilt your head. “Am I?”
He stares at you for a beat, then breaks into that familiar grin — the one that always means he’s about to be annoying on purpose. “You just like arguing with me.”
“Not true,” you say lightly. “I like winning.”
Johnny laughs, low and warm, and reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingers at your cheek, gentle, grounding. “You already won,” he murmurs. “You’re here.”
Your chest tightens a little at that — not in a sad way, just in the Johnny way. He has a talent for saying simple things that feel bigger than they should.
He leans in, forehead pressing to yours, noses brushing. “You always distract me before exams, you know that?”
You smile. “I take my job seriously.”
His hands slide to your waist, warm and familiar. He doesn’t rush it — Johnny never does with you. He just sways you slightly, like there’s music only the two of you can hear.
“Sit back,” he murmurs.
You obey, lying back against his pillows as he follows, bracing himself above you. His eyes flick down to your lips, then back up, teasing.
“You gonna kiss me,” you ask, “or just stare?”
He grins. “Impatient.”
But he kisses you anyway — slow, unhurried, like he has nowhere else to be. It’s soft at first, then a little deeper, just enough to make your toes curl. His hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your lip in a way that makes your breath hitch.
You tug lightly at his t-shirt. “Johnny…”
“Yeah?” His voice is already rougher.
You don’t answer — you just kiss him again, this time with intent.
He chuckles quietly against your mouth and pulls back just enough to look at you.
“You’re dangerous, you know that?”
“Learned from the best.”
He shakes his head fondly and kisses down your jaw, lingering at your neck, slow and teasing. Every touch is careful, like he’s savoring you, like this is something precious and not just heat.
The world narrows to his bed, his hands, the sound of his breath when you tug him closer.
Johnny presses his forehead to yours again, voice soft. “Door locked?”
You nod.
“Good,” he murmurs, smiling. “Come here.”
Johnny pulls you closer, his body warm and solid as he settles over you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. His hands are familiar on you — confident, gentle, like he knows every place you like to be touched because he does.
“Still distracting me,” he murmurs against your mouth, smiling when you smile back.
“Seems like a you problem,” you whisper.
He laughs softly and kisses you again, slower this time, deeper. The kind of kiss that makes time stretch. His hand slips beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips tracing lazy lines over your skin, warm enough to make you shiver.
“You’re cold,” he notes quietly.
“Mm, maybe you should fix that.”
He hums in agreement and shifts closer, pressing you into the bed as his forehead rests against yours. His thumb brushes over your collarbone, then lower, unhurried — teasing on purpose. Johnny has always loved taking his time with you, loved the way you react when he’s patient instead of rushed.
“You do this thing,” he says softly, almost fond. “Where you pretend you’re not affected.”
“And you do this thing where you call me out,” you reply.
He grins and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then your neck. Each kiss is deliberate, lingering, like he’s memorizing you all over again. Your hands slide up his back, feeling the familiar strength there, grounding and reassuring.
The room feels smaller now. Warmer.
The sounds of the dorm fade away until it’s just breathing and quiet laughter and the rustle of sheets as he shifts closer.
He smiles — soft, real — and presses another kiss to your lips, one hand cradling your face as the other stays at your waist, anchoring you there with him.
Johnny’s kiss deepens, slow but intent, like he’s making a decision and committing to it fully. His hand slides from your waist to your thigh, thumb brushing back and forth in a way that makes your breath catch immediately.
“There it is,” he murmurs, smiling against your mouth. “That little gasp. Every time.”
You push at his shoulder lightly. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you love me,” he replies easily, kissing you again before you can argue.
He shifts, settling more comfortably between your legs, his weight solid and grounding. You can feel the warmth of him everywhere now — the press of his chest, his thigh nudging yours apart, the way his body fits against yours like it always has.
Like it always will.
Your fingers curl into his shirt, tugging him closer. He hums softly, hands roaming with slow confidence, touching you like he has all the time in the world. When his palm finally presses more firmly against you, you exhale his name without meaning to.
Johnny stills just slightly. “Hey,” he says gently, forehead resting against yours. “Look at me.”
You do.
His eyes soften instantly. “You good?”
You nod. “More than good.”
That’s all he needs.
He kisses you again — deeper, warmer — and the bed creaks quietly as he shifts, the blankets tangling around your legs. His touch grows surer, more purposeful, but never rushed. Everything about him says I want you, not I need to take.
Your hands slide under his shirt this time, palms smoothing over his stomach, up his back. He shivers at the contact, a soft laugh escaping him.
“Fair warning,” he says quietly, breath warm against your ear, “you keep doing that and I’m not gonna be very focused.”
“Weren’t you supposed to be studying anyway?” you tease.
He presses a kiss to your neck, smiling. “You’re a menace.”
The room feels impossibly warm now, filled with soft sounds — breathing, fabric shifting, the occasional quiet laugh when you bump elbows or knock knees. Johnny moves with you, guiding without forcing, making sure you’re right there with him every step of the way.
When you finally come together fully, it’s unhurried and close — more about the way he holds you than anything else. His forehead rests against yours, noses brushing, breaths mingling as he moves slowly, deliberately, like he’s savoring every second.
“God,” he whispers, barely audible. “I love you.”
The words settle into your chest, heavy and warm.
Your fingers tighten at his back, grounding him as much as he grounds you. The rhythm between you builds naturally, easy and familiar, until the world narrows to nothing but the two of you — the way he murmurs your name, the way you smile when he kisses your cheek mid-motion, the way it all feels safe and right.
When it’s over, Johnny doesn’t pull away.
He collapses beside you instead, tugging you into his chest immediately, arm draped over your waist like it belongs there. His fingers trace absentminded patterns against your side, slow and soothing.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, voice soft with affection.
You smile against him. “Yeah. Perfect.”
He presses a kiss into your hair, already half-asleep. “Good. Stay here with me.”
You shift closer, legs tangled with his, heart steady.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving,” you murmur.
And wrapped up in him, in his dorm room, with the world quiet outside — you don’t.
Hi love !!! Idk if you are taking requests, so if you aren't feel free to ignore this
Can you write something about reader doing the "current boyfriend" trend with Johnny Kavanagh
Thank you in advance!!!
NOTE — ahh yesyes i love this trend i think it’s so funny
PAIRING — bf!johnny kavanagh x gf!reader
SUMMARY — you try doing the ’current boyfriend’ tiktok trend on johnny
recently, you’d been seeing the same trend on tiktok again and again. where girls will be making a video with their boyfriend and calling him their “current boyfriend”.
one thing about you? you’ll take any chance to mess with your boyfriend.
one day, when the ’manor’ was empty while you and johnny were hanging out, you decided it was time. you tried to stand up from the couch with the excuse of needing water, but johnny ruined that plan by shooting up to get it for you.
“can’t have you getting your own water in my house.” he scoffed as he walked into the kitchen.
“johnny, i’m perfectly grand getting my own water.” you sighed, pulling out your camera to record. the video began just as johnny reentered the sitting room.
“i just saw a trend where girls have their boyfriend’s answer questions about them, will you?” you asked while johnny was still stood over you, water in hand.
he looked throughly confused, but agreed.
you grinned, facing back to the camera. johnny smiled, still having that cute confused pout and deep brows on his face.
he sat down close to you, mindlessly throwing a loose arm around your waist.
“hey guys! today i will be asking my current boyfriend questions about me.” you said, making sure to not emphasize the current.
johnny’s head snapped up from the camera, now looking you in the eye. his eyes widened as he grabbed you by your head, a loose cup around your mouth—playful, while still very gentle.
“jaysus. current boyfriend? current?” he pulled you back on to his lap, careful to not pull you too hard. you playfully screamed, instinctively grabbing his arms. “baby, we’re in this for the long game. you’re stuck with me.”
you squirmed, but it wasn’t because you felt uncomfortable or unsafe, you just get overreactant when you’re around johnny.
whether you were excited, happy, nervous, horny, it was all amplified around him.
“johnny!” your muffled squeal of his name only spurred him on, because he leaned down to your face and kissed your forehead.
“stuck with me.” he whispered against you hairline, phone and video long forgotten. “okay?”
you nodded, smiled contentedly, a small blush on your face as you realized what he was really saying. he wasn’t doing it for the video, he meant it for real.
he wasn’t ever leaving you.
and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
hours after editing and posting the video, you wanted to see what the comments looked like.
some, you expected.
“johnny fucking kavanagh with some random ass girl?”
“omg johnny!”
“johnny’s random side quest hello?”
they weren’t all meant to be rude, but it was one of the reasons you posted johnny as little as you did. he was borderline famous for his rugby, so many people watched the video for him, disregarding you completely.
that part didn’t bother you as much as feeling like you were using johnny for views.
there were comments like that, that made you question yourself.
you knew well that you weren’t. you didn’t care about the views, but you wanted to show off your boyfriend. you even told johnny how you felt about it and he reassured you he knew.
but it still felt off.
there were other comments too, that made you smile.
“that girl is soooo pretty”
“i love when hot people date each other”
“who cares about a man, look at HER!”
johnny watched you read them, carefully paying attention to when the upsetting comments outweighed the good ones.
“y/n, come here.” johnny said, breaking the silence and taking you out of your self-deprecating thoughts. he motioned to his lap, to which you swung a leg over, straddling him.
you raised one brow, feigning nonchalance. like you weren’t upset moments ago. like having him so under you didn’t make you so comfortable and so excited at the same time.
“what?” you asked after he just stared at you for a solid minute, smiling.
he leaned forward, catching your lips in an all-too reassuring and firm kiss. “i love the shite out of you. you know that, right?”
you smiled and nodded, unable to speak or wipe the cheeky smile off of your face.
“you’re my forever boyfriend, johnny.”
he scoffed, “i’ll put a bleeding ring on ya eventually!” smoothing his hand over the small of your back, the other, a firm grip on your thigh.
you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.
you two sat there, happy and comfortable. he would give an occasional rub on your back, and you would kiss his neck in return.
nothing sexual, just purely content together.
“i love the shite out of you too, johnny.” you whispered, feeling your chest swell with love.
synopsis: your day goes from bad to worse when you unexpectedly get your period.
pairing: johnny kavanagh x reader
warnings: reader on her period. period pain, cramps, bleeding through clothes. kavanagh parents make an appearance. cuddling. fluffy ending. written with fem!reader in mind.
author’s note: a longer one, enjoy. also not so subtly snuck in edel and john because they’re my tried and true. photos i use are not in any way descriptive of reader, only descriptive of the scenario.
word count: 2.0k
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if the constant cramps in your abdomen weren’t a sign, you didn’t know what was.
your goddamn period on this most beautiful school day filled with rowdy teenagers and a persistent, pulsating headache.
by the time lunch rolled around, you were completely checked out, not eating nor studying for your upcoming quiz in biology.
“baby,” broken out of your stupor by johnny.
considerate, caring, beautiful. johnny.
his hair mused up and just messy enough, tie a little askew, and sneakers a bit shiny from morning practice in the rain.
“johnny,” you groan. miserably flopping your head onto the lunch table and closing your eyes.
a small reprieve to your current dreadful existence.
“you’ve gotta eat something.” he sits to your right and pats your back periodically.
“i’m nauseous, do you really want me to throw up right now?” not even attempting to lift up you head.
you knew he’d be watching with a hint of distain and concern in those eyes. ones that would make you fold under any other circumstances, but right now you cannot be bothered with johnny kavanagh’s nutrition rants.
he then moves to different means.
wicked bugger attempts coercion and bribery.
“we can have a sleepover tonight. watch a movie, stay in, cuddle. the whole deal, just please…” he’s unfairly convincing.
“get on your knees, why don’t ya?” snark was your only defense against his very great argument. maybe he’ll lay off it through a sexual innuendo.
“just this chicken baby, you need your protein! especially this week.” he sighs, fork hanging in the air like an abandoned airplane.
“johnny, please not right now, i’m seriously not hungry, and lunch is almost over anyways.” taking your bag and getting up for your next class.
“can you check me? my cramps have been intense..” and now your shoulders hurt from your backpack and your head from the perpetual hoots and chatter of students.
he leans over and presumably scans at your arse for visible blood.
he doesn’t come short.
“honey, hold on.” his face takes a serious turn. “your trousers are bled through, do you have a pad on?” ocean eyes that see no wrong in this situation make you all the more irritated.
“of course i’m wearing a bleeding pad johnny, what do you take me for?” he doesn’t deserve your frustrations but takes them all the same.
“let’s go to the toilet. come on, you’re not staying like that for another two hours.” he grabs your hand and walks out of the cafeteria.
“is it really that bad?” half-whining.
“do you want me to tell you the truth or something sugar coated?” tilting his head down to you as you link arms in the hallway.
“oh shut up, i’ve had enough of this damn cycle! i’m getting my tubes tied first thing in uni!”
“i’m right behind you, baby. your arse looks like a saw movie.” his lip takes an upward tilt at his own joke. ugh.
“oh that was dead funny. keep up those jokes and we’ll see who looks like a saw movie.” you deadpan.
“sorry, baby. i thought i was lightening the mood.”
“lad, i regret to inform you, a comedic route isn’t in your future.” you mockingly frown up at him.
“tough crowd. i find my jokes quite amusing.” smiling down at you, brow quirked.
“here we are,” turning to the toilet with less dignity than you started out with today. you look back at him holding a tommen sweater. the sweater that sat on his person a few moments ago.
“are you sure? overtop my horror movie knickers?” your eyebrow raised.
“well of course, m’lady. i live to serve ya.” jokingly bowing he offers the oversized comfy and beautifully scented sweater. smelling like the washing liquid edel no doubt uses, dark enough to not show bleed any red, and embroidered with the tommen college emblem.
“you are a true white knight. cheers!” snatching the sweater and bolting into a stall.
—
the quiz was fine. good even, considering your menstrual cycle. what wasn’t, however, was the state of your stomach.
the bell ring signaling the end of the school day was heaven on earth.
johnny was already in his heated car by the time you came out of the main doors.
“hey, how are you feeling?” always the provider type.
“johnny, please just take me home.” reclining the passenger seat and curling into the fetal position, the cramps were full force.
“i’m so sorry baby, wish i could do more…” his frown is evident but you have no energy to comfort him because you did in fact feel like absolute shit.
—
at least sleeping put you out of your misery.
however, the solace didn’t last long as you reentered the land of the living to johnny picking you up bridal style. specifically him attempting to be gentle and quiet and helpful and multitasking with all the bags.
he unfortunately failed at the quiet part as you woke up anyway.
he expertly unlocked the front door to the kavanagh household and made his way inside.
“how was school, kids?” john attempts to make conversation, but is quickly hushed by his wife.
“can’t you see they can’t talk right now?” she all but hisses at her husband.
“i’d have to agree with ma. she’s not feeling well — time of the month ‘nd all. she bled through her trousers.” johnny, bless his soul, attempts a whisper whilst he nods down at your frame still in his arms. but a large man of his stature tend to have a voice that carries.
“i heard that.” you mumble “hello to you edel, john.” you wave as much as you can. “i am currently in excruciating pain due to my period, how do you do?” your smile probably looked more like a grimace than anything inviting.
“oh, pet…” edel comes over with her husband quick behind on her feet.
she presses her cold hand to your forehead and you lean into it. john winces when he takes a closer look at your pained frame.
“oh baby, do you need anything? food? hot water bottle? ive got pain medicine that work wonders,” she caresses your cheek and leans in to peck your forehead.
“you’re an angel, i’ll take the drugs you so graciously offered.”
“anything else, love?” john may be a man of few words, but when he does speak it means all the more.
the man took a bit of time to warm up to your presence. he was never unwelcoming but you felt the shift when he accepted you into his son’s life.
you love these two with ever fiber of your being. their compassion and desire to help always shines through johnny.
but you can’t dwell on your amazing future in-laws and their spectacular parenting because a new cramp pulses through your lower stomach.
“ah, i just need to lie down. i seriously don’t want any food but a thick blanket will do.” slowly sighing closer to johnny’s chest. “thanks a million.”
“you just tell us if you need anything, pet. anything at all.” edel tries her stern look but it looks more like a sweet mama bear if anything.
“will do,” you give them one last smile.
johnny takes that as his sign to shift himself. going up the stairs and to his bedroom.
cracking the door with his foot reveals a familiar sight, a comforting scent, and your absolute favorite bed.
johnny turns into the loo though. placing you gently on the closed toilet lid. your humiliation ritual may now commence.
he plugs the drain, turns on the tap silently, and stands by.
“why so quiet?” you notice.
“hm?” johnny looks up from his temperature fussing.
“you didn’t say anything down there with your ma and da, why’s that?”
“oh,” his face takes a peculiar likeness. something of ruminating and not being fully present. “i just didn’t feel the need to butt in. they love you so much and it’s really sweet to see is all-” he seems to cut himself off again.
you wait for him to continue.
“and, and i guess i was thinking ‘bout our future and how close you are to them now. i don’t want that to change.” one side of his face goes up in a partial smile and he goes back to the damned water temperature.
you grab his free hand.
“i don’t want that to change either, but i’m not going anywhere.” you huff out a laugh “especially not when i’m getting this treatment, i mean checking my bath water not once but thrice? that’s luxury johnny.”
he cracks a full smile and finally lets you prepare for the bath.
you slowly peel off the sweater, the soiled trousers, knickers. all while he stands by, i’m looking eager to help.
once you get out of your white button up, he moves to unclip your bra.
“ever the gentleman.”
“ya know it,” kissing your head and settling you into the bath.
hissing at the warm water, it settles over your aching bones like a healing salve.
—
the requested medication and blanket are both set on johnny’s bed when you exit the steamy bathroom.
settling onto his bed, johnny’s hands gently card through your hair. armed with a brush in one hand copious amounts of bands, he starts to braid. a talent you weren’t aware he possessed.
you’re getting more tired by the second and his rugby-calloused hands on your nape do not help.
“there.” he seals the braid with a kiss to your temple.
you turn into his chest and mumble “let’s go to bed.”
“right.”
he maneuvers the blankets so they rest on top of you and he settles in underneath you.
“johnny?”
“yes baby?”
“can we switch positions? like me on the bottom and you on top.”
“i’m getting flashbacks already,” laughing at his own joke.
“oh shut up and do it.”
“grand so.”
“would you be able to lie on me? all the way, all your weight and such?”
“like this?”
johnny is all the way on you. every part of you touches him and you cannot express how nice it feels.
his head hidden in your neck. legs tangled together. chest to chest, harts beating in unison.
theres a bit of silence. quiet with nothing but your conjoined breaths to fill the air.
johnny scoots himself up to your face and smiles at the proximity.
he places the softest kiss to your nose, but your chin trembles.
“what is it baby?” he reaches up to swipe some tears away.
he lifts his head to find a few tears slipping down your face.
“i- i just,” you look away and your mouth screws like even speaking is hard. “i just love you so much. i feel so cared for here and i know i can be difficult sometimes. trust me i know. but you don’t make me feel guilty or bad for wanting this, for wanting you.”
he pushes your hair behind your ear, waiting a few beats.
“i do it because i love you too. i want to be there, we want to take care of everything for ya. you don’t understand how much you brighten my life.”
he strokes your eyebrow and gazed at you for a beat.
“no matter if your trousers look like a horror movie…”
that gets a chuckle out of you.
“there she is,” he smiles and softly pecks your lips. “my girl.”
“oh shut up. let’s just go to sleep, i’m tired of this day.” you declare with a yawn and snuggle back into his warm body.
