TESTING | — j.c
Summary; You’re testing a new type of chocolate you made on Jonathan.
Content; P in V, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, black fem reader, reader has female anatomy, sub!jon.
“Can you sit still? God.” You were standing over the doctor while he was in a straight jacket, sitting down in a chair trying to move even though both his legs were tied down to the feet of the chairs.
“I-It’s hard, you know. What the fuck was in that chocolate?” While turning hard to stifle your laugh, you turned your face away from his view.
A whine fell from his lips, licking over his swollen pink lips. This chocolate made him feel warm inside, too warm for his liking.
“Can you l-look at me Y/n, please?”
You and Jonathon didn’t share a home, but he always found his way into yours. It honestly made you mad, but no matter how many locks you get changed, he always finds his way in.
This time, when he arrived you weren’t there. Like he always does, he snooped. Throughout your living room, bathroom, only stopping in the kitchen.
He was so excited, you had made snacks.
There was brownies, chocolates, lollipops. You knew he liked chocolate, you were testing him.
So when he ate it, he couldn’t help but eat four out of the six you had made.
Why would you look at him, after his dumb decision.
You were in lingerie, pink striped bra along with the same itty bitty striped panties.
Your favourite, paired with black heels. You had just got out of the lab, and you came home to this.
The only reason you did it was to give him some sort of relief. It wasn’t in your plan for him to eat the chocolates, you were gonna test them on a random homeless dude you’d freshen up.
All because he was stupid, so stupid, that now you were in this predicament.
Although you couldn’t help but like how precious he looked.
Restricted and hot.
Jonathan really had enough, you were just watching him. His body language, the way he was reacting. Scribbling away in that clipboard of yours, lifting up your black glasses when they slid down your nose.
“Help me, c’mon?” Groaning, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
“I did! Took off my clothes just like you asked, why do you have to be so ungrateful?”
A choked moan escaped from him, every insult, every word you let leave your lips made his skin crawl.
He was heating up, just from your stare, “I’m sorry, mmfu—please? D-Do something.” You pouted, your hands falling onto your hips.
Jonny barely said please, surprised you. This really did make anybody beg.
“What do you want? I wanna see how it affects you, okay? Wait, so impatient.” Huffing, you began bringing your attention back to to your clipboard.
“The fuck are you doing in my house?” You yelled, jumping at the sudden presence of Jonathon.
He grinned at you, still stuffing his mouth with the chocolate. You tilted your head for a minute, until it clicked.
Running up to him, you took the last piece out of his hand, smacking him on the head. “You really shouldn’t have eaten this.”
The man rubbed his head, looking at you with the most confused look on his face.
“Ne—Need anything. I’ll take anything you give me at this point. Hurts so bad momma.”
He only ever called you momma once before. It was an accident really, you guys worked together you should’ve never got too close with him.
It happened though, you forgot it ever happened, blocking it out of your brain. He on the other hand, brought it up almost anytime you guys were alone.
You were done examining, now it was time to make it go away. Either he sat like this for at least twenty four hours; or, you helped him.
Crouching down a little bit, you smiled at him, “You want some relief Jonny?” He was sweating, eyeing her pretty pouty lips.
They were so big, so edible looking. “Mhm, p-please?” The doctor was panting, his heart beating out of his chest.
It made him so warm, he was feeling this unsettling warmness, and oh how it wouldn’t go away.
You unzipped his pants teasingly slow, a grin plastered on your face. His hips bucked up at the sudden feel, any touch by you made his stomach clench.
“Ohh f-fuck. Mhm, mmm. Please please please please?”
Giggling quietly, you watch him shake at the slightest touch. “Making you real desperate hm? Huh Jonny? Is it?”
You gripped his member, a shaky breath letting itself show, he wanted to cum, he needed to.
Two strokes in he was mumbling incoherent words to himself, a little tear falling down his face. He wasn’t sobbing, yet.
“I can cum? Fuck please? Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum. You’ll let me? I-I can’t hold it in momma.” You smirked, your covered tits hovering just in front of his face.
He could see, smell, but he couldn’t touch. The smell drove him to the end, made his legs shake and his heart pulsate way higher than the regular rate.
“I’m cumming, fuck I’m cumming.” Jonny couldn’t stop with the heavy breathing, made you get annoyed.
“Can you shut the fuck up Jonny? So loud, calm down.” He bit down on his bottom lip, stifling a moan as warm hot liquid shot from his needy tip.
Jonathan was shuffling so much, trying to get free from the straight jacket. It was so hard though; made him pout, and made happy you laugh.
“You aren’t escaping, you done? Ima little tired Jonny.”
“No! Fuck! Please please no, I can take more. I’ll show you, ju-just touch me again. I’ll give you more of me, I promise Y/n.”
Smiling brightly while playing with his cum, you kissed your teeth, humming a soft note.
Rubbing his warm nut all over his cock, you started again. This time you weren’t as nice, swiping your thumb over his tip while doing an up and down motion.
Jonny could feel it, felt so good but hurt so bad. You heard sniffling, moving your head up to see tears flowing down his face in a crazy speed.
“P-Please momma, I really want it. I’ll give you so, so much If you let me. Hm? How bout that Y/n? You want my cum?”
You clicked your tongue, rolling your eyes, “Every time we talk it’s always you asking the questions. You always wanna take the lead doctor, can’t you see you aren’t in the position to right now?”
“I’m sorry, oh fuck. It’s coming, it hurts so bad.” He sniffled, still more tears streaming.
“Oh stop that crying, don’t be a baby. You ate my chocolates, your fault not mine.” He couldn’t deny it was his fault, so stupid but so smart.
The knot in his stomach untied and he felt so little relief. He needed more, he wanted more.
“I-I know you’re tired, but I need more. I’m sorry, please?” You huffed. You weren’t tired, even though you made it seem so.
He was so needy, so dependent on you. Made your skin hot, made his skin hot.
“You’re gonna be begging me to stop.”
xo, liah