ficmas day 8: under the mistletoe ~ johnson x f!reader
requested by - anon
a/n - hi there! apologies for the late release, was extremely busy today babysitting. my first ever johnson fic, how exciting! very Christmas themed. enjoy!
~ After decorating the Bang-a-rang for Christmastime (and after Matty takes an embarrassing fall), you and johnson have some time alone, and some naughty antics ensue. ~
NSFW WARNINGS: alcohol, drunkenness, drunk sex, piv, oral sex (f! recieving), slight quickie, IN PUBLIC (everyone is asleep), just johnson bein cute
WORD COUNT: 2k
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The bright lights of the Bang-a-rang entrance made your heart flutter. Red and green, perfect theme for Christmas Eve. You hip check the door open.
Mmm, home. The low lighting, the thick smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.It wouldn’t be comforting to a layman, not at ALL. But it made the anxious feeling in your heart settle.
Okay, where are they? You searched the room for the boys. Ah, there! You made your way through the crowd of sweaty bodies, pushing away any men who tried to grope you. Get off! Fuck off, please. Lay off, bastard!
A pair of hands grab at your hips. “oh, you BITCH!” You turn around and give the hardest slap to the bastard behind…
“JOHNSON!”
His cigarette flew out of his mouth, and his hand reached up to his face to rub the spot you just slapped. “Jesus, woman.”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, I thought you were- oh my God, I’m sorry, let me see…” You move you hand and see the small purple bruise forming on the apple of his left cheek. He chuckled.
“Strong form, though.” You scoff. “Oh, well thank you. Jesus, I’m sorry.”
“Shh, it’s fine. C’mon.”
He takes your hand in his, interlocking his pinky with yours. He was so quiet, but never failed to make your heart skip a beat. The corners of your mouth couldn’t help but pull into a grin as he let you through the crowd.
Hey, there they are! “Hey, boys!” You smile. “hhhEEYYY, BEAUTIFUL!” Matty yelled from his chair, cigarette dangling from his mouth. He was very clearly drunk. You rolled your eyes and smiled.
“Hey, how ya doin’?” Ethan asked you. “Good, good! I heard we were doing some decorating tonight?”
“Yeah, we were gonna wait for you to get started.” He glanced at Johnson quickly and leaned in closer to you. “Johnson’s idea.” He whispered. You chuckle. Of course. He’d never tell you to your face, but he loved including you like you were a Phoenix.
A couple hours later and a few drinks in, the Bang-a-rang was looking gorgeous. Tinsel was everywhere, paper snowflakes were hanging from the ceiling, red and green paper Christmas trees were taped up on every wall. A christmas tree was put up in the corner where the Phoenixes were sitting, and to be completely honest, it looked like a five year old decorated the place. Your brain felt foggy with alcohol, and you could tell Johnson was feeling the same. Every so often, you caught him mumbling to himself, and smiling to himself while giggling. He was just the cutest when he’d come out of his shell after a few drinks.
“Hey, Johnson.” You walk over to the ladder Johnson was standing on, trying your hardest not to stumble over your own feet. He was meticulously attempting to put up a paper snowflake but miserably failing.
“Hey, pretty. I’m- well I’m trying to… You see, I-” He began to bust out laughing, dropping the snowflake, clutching his stomach. He was so drunk!
“Johnson, don’t fall!!” You keeled over with laughter. The sound of shattering glass filled the room causing a good 20-30 people to turn their heads. The club went silent, and you and Johnson ceased your laughing to take a look. Matty had tripped over a glass coffee table, shattering the whole thing. And what’s better, he was wrapped in silver tinsel from head to toe, fully immobilized.
You slowly look up at Johnson on the ladder, and he did the same, with his mouth agape. Not a millisecond later, the room erupts with laughter, and you and Johnson keel over once more. “Matty, Matty!” You run over to him, trying your hardest to keep in your laughter. “Let me help, roll over.” He was laughing as well, probably drunk AND high. He scoots off the pile of glass, and you begin to unwrap him, being extra careful to not let any bits of glass cut him as she did so.
Johnson knelt down beside you and began to help brushing off glass and unwrapping Matty like a Christmas present. “Thhanks, guys, I… I got wrapped up by uhh, by little Mmmeredith over there…” He pointed over to his right, but Meredith was nowhere to be seen.”See? Sssshe wrapped me allllll up.” His speech was slurred almost to the point of incomprehension. “Oh wow, Matty, really?” Johnson spoke to him like he was a child.
“Yes, Johnson, yes! And-and-and then I fell because she- she pushed me.” Matty squirmed as you and Johnson continued to get the tinsel off of him.
“Oh wowww, that’s so silly of her!” Johnson replied in the same singsongy tone while maintaining his deep gravelly charm. God, it made your chest beat with butterflies.
Matty didn’t respond, instead he just closed his eyes and fell asleep. Jesus CHRIST, you’ve never seen him so crossed. No matter. You and Johnson hoist him up into his chair and plop him down. His position was completely unnatural, but it didn’t matter, he stayed asleep.
Soon after, more people around the Bang-a-rang started dropping like flies. People were asleep everywhere, bodies piled on top of each other, on the floor, on the main stages, EVERYWHERE.
Not you and Johnson, though.You were dragging him under an archway, and he kept pulling away lazily.
“Stop trying to get me under the mistletoe.”
“Pleaaaase, Jay, please? Everyone’s asleep, and-”
All of a sudden, he pulls a little sprig of mistletoe out of his pocket and dangles it over your head.
“Gotcha.”
Your face lights up and your mouth hangs agape in drunk excitement. You beam and smile and cover your face in embarrassment.
“Oh, Jay, you're too much!!”
“Mhm.”
He throws the sprig to the side and pulls you in by your waist, kissing you deeply. His touch was amplified times one-hundred due to the alcohol coursing through your veins. You couldn’t help but whimper at the strength of his arm.
“Already, mm? Seems the little one’s eager.” He spoke in between his sloppy kisses, tasting of fireball and weed? Probably. You weren’t sure, but it didn’t matter. Being intoxicated while kissing him was an entirely new experience that you were both willing to take the fall for.
“Jay, don’t…” He roamed south of your body, gripping at your ass and thighs with one hand, and the other running up your spine.
“Don’t what?” He growled into your mouth, pulling you in as close as possible by your clothes. He palmed your heat through your pants.
“Jay, ahh… if you keep going, I’ll push you down and get on top of you in front of all these people, ohh…”
The second your sentence left your lips, he scooped you up and placed you onto the purple velvet couch, crawling on top of you like a predator searching for its prey.
“Nnnope.”
He yanked down your pants, not hesitating to get to work on your sensitive bud with his mouth. He flung your pants away, and began to suck and lap at you like you may be his last drink. His big, strong hands wrapped around your thighs and braced your shaking legs.
“Fffucking SHIT, Jay.”
His tongue worked circles around your clit speedily, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm underneath him. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs, and just like that, Johnson lapped it up and savored your taste. You could already feel your orgasm quickly approaching. But ohh, how amazing it would feel to have Johnson’s thick cock in you while you came, stretching you beyond belief…
“Jay… Jay…” You pulled on his midnight locks.
“Huh?” He looked up with worry and his puppy dog eyes made you melt.
“Please, just put your cock in m-me, I don’t wanna cum without your cock.”
“Okay, okay…”
He quickly hurried himself up and went to unbuckled his pants. “No, no, let me.” you said.
You fiddle with his buckle, the drunkenness of your brain making it more difficult than usual.
“Oh, Jesus, you look so pretty when you do that.” It took everything for him to not thrust his hips forward into your hands.
“Shh, just- okay, got it.” You freed his cock from the confines of his pinstripe pants and within seconds, he slowly sheathed himself fully inside you, giving you time to accommodate his length. But you were so ready, you didn’t even care. You grabbed his hip and pulled him into you.
“Nonono, faster, faster, yes…”
“Mmm, so needy tonight, aren’t we, little one?” He QUICKLY picked up the pace, jackhammering into you with all of his strength. Your brain began to fog, the alcohol overtaking your brain. The lights on the Bang-a-rang became fuzzy, and the sound of him slamming into you was muffled, almost like you were underwater.
You tried your best to get out a coherent sentence, but al you could muster was something that sounded like “...harderrrr…God, you’re so deep in me, Jay… Fa-fasterrr…nggghh…” Your speech slurred violently.
“Mmm, so pretty for me, baby. Yesss, take it. Take it like the dirty slut you are, hm? Unhhh, who do you make these sounds for, you dirty girl?”
“Y… you, Jay, shittt…”
“Ohhh, you’re so pretty, baby. I’m getting close, where do you want it?”
Your orgasm began to build in your stomach. Did he just say something to you?
He taps on your cheek quickly, a slight pang of worry running through his chest that you may have passed out.
“Wha?? Sorry, the- the alcohol.” Phew. You were fine.
“I’m c-close, where do you want it?”
“Ohh, inside, please please please!”
“Mmm, you sound so pretty when you beg. Can you do it more?”
His words had you teetering on the edge of your peak.
“M-more, Jay, more, more! Go harder, God, you’re so fucking deep, please please please please…”
His lip twitched as he fell over the brink, shooting his cum into you. His hips were at a standstill for just a moment, then continued to move in and out to ride out his orgasm.
“Unnnhhh, mmmm…” he whimpered as he released his spend into you.
His groan sent you crashing down, walls clenching around his cock with no mercy. Fuck, he hit your sweet spot every time. Your orgasm was one of the most powerful ones you’ve ever had. Seeing Johnson completely melt above you, feeling his legs on yours, his hands on your hips pushing you onto his cock… “Fuckkk…” You let out a strained curse as your orgasm took its course.
“Hohhhh, ahh…” Johnson bent down, head nuzzling into your neck, his dick still inside you. He laid silent on you, chest rising and falling, post-orgasm tiredness taking over.
You tangled your fingers in his hair, stroking his scalp. It sent tingles down his whole body, making him shiver and grin into your neck.
“Tired?” You whisper.
“Yep.” He mumbled.
“Cmon, up and out, Jay.”
“Mmmm.” He hummed in protest, but pulled out and buckled up his pants.
“Where’s my pants?” You look around, but can’t find them through the haze of whiskey.
“Oh, umm… here.” He leaned over and grabbed them, helping you put them back on one leg at a time.
He had definitely reverted back to his usual quiet state, but you didn’t mind. It was cute.
“Thanks.”
“Mhm.” He falls back on top of you, snuggling into you like a cat who missed his mama. He quickly fell asleep on top of you, beginning to snore. You gave him a light smack upon the head. “You’re snoring, Jay.” He shook his head and repositioned himself. “Sorry.” he mumbled sleepily.
“It’s okay.” You kissed his forehead and faded into sleep, the weight of him was comforting on top of you. Tomorrow's Christmas! He better have a good gift for you, you think. A pretty necklace, maybe? A nice dinner? Some flowers? Mmm, you were so excited. Such a perfect way to spend Christmas; hungover, with another hungover person sleeping on top of you. You couldn’t think of any other place you wanted to be.
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