a/n - sub!johnny x dom!reader, handjobs, service top! johnny, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, miss kink, really fluffy aftercare.
a/n - based off of these two asks that @drippinlovetalk got, and this sub!johnny headcannon by @staranonthoughts
a/n - this is all i can write right now due to my crippling self doubt, so enjoy.
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johnny was a naturally cheery and happy person, but of course, the most happiest and cheeriest of people have their days as well.
you could tell as soon as johnny opened the door and slung his bag down that today was one of those days. he had a slight frown on his face, yet he tried to hide it. he perked up a bit when he saw you were home and sitting on the couch, normally, you’d still be at work and he’d have the house to himself.
he grinned as he made his way to the couch, engulfing you in a hug that you could tell he needed. “you’re home early.” he says when he pulls away, leaning onto you. “mark called and said you might need me to come home earlier than normal.” you wrapped an arm around him.
he hums at your answer and curls into you some more. “is there a reason why he’d call me and tell me that?” you ask, patting his arm with your hand. “i messed up a lot during practice today, and i’m really sore from it.” he murmurs, you can tell that it’s not the full truth but you let it slide anyway.
you spend a few moments in comfortable silence, just enjoying each others presence. “c’mon, bub. let’s go to the kitchen. you can help me cook some food for later.” you tell him and kiss his temple. you stand up first and johnny lingers behind you, unusually quiet.
he sits on the counter while you get things from the refrigerator and cabinet and some snacks for him while you prepare. you put all of them on the table, and grab the necessary utensils.
you notice how he’s a bit fidgety, legs crossed with red ears. he has his head down focuses on on a thread from his pants that seems to be the most interesting thing in the world to him.
“you don’t have to talk now, but please don’t push me away, baby. tell me what you need to make you feel better.” you tell him, both of your hands on the table. he mumbles something, but you can’t hear him. you sigh, and step in front of him. you uncross his legs, and then you can obviously see the problem, but you needed him to tell you what he wanted.
you stood between his legs, one hand tilting his face up and the other is resting comfortably on his thigh. “what can i do to make you feel better?” you ask again, but more firmly this time. he looks at you, and you could swear that there’s tears in his eyes but yet, when you do a double take, his eyes are shimmering in the light of the room.
“take care of me, please?” he asks, downcasting his eyes immediately after he asks. “of course baby.” you murmur, hand moving to caress his cheek, and he nuzzles his face into your palm and his own hand comes up to hold it there.
you pull him down from the counter and he follows you, sitting on your shared bed immediately when you get into the room and lock the door. you straddle his hips, rocking down onto him. he kisses you, hands respectively on your waist, and you can tell he wants to go lower.
you break the kiss for a moment to push him down against the plushness of the sheets, and his hands fall as well to tangle with the red comforter.
you’re unbuttoning his pants, and tugging them down and off, making sure to look at him as you do so. your eyes on him make him blush and turn to the side. you tug at his shirt, and he wastes no time pulling it up and over his head.
you’re teasing, and he knows it. your hands roam his body, roam every place of him yet the places he need you most. “please y/n? miss please, i can’t take it.” he whines, and you know he’s tempted to act up, but he doesn’t. he’s waiting patiently for you.
he bites his lip to hold back a whine when you finally peel back the fabric of his briefs, tugging them down and off as well. “you’re overdressed.” he mutters with a pout. rolling your eyes playfully, you make a show of peeling your shirt from your skin, and doing the same with your shorts.
he gulps when he sees your lingerie set, and you’re about to take it off when he speaks up. “leave it on?” he asks, ears going red as he does so. you raise an eyebrow, but your face falls into a smirk.
you’re back onto the bed, sitting between his legs, stalling. “if you want something then you have to beg.” you tell him, hands roaming his thighs and teasing his lower stomach, right beside where his cock lay, smearing a small amount of precum onto his tummy.
“i wanna be inside you, please? i can’t- i need you. i’ve been a good boy for you, please-” he pleads, now sitting up. you nod your head, and in a moment, his lips are on yours again, hungrily and needily. your positions are swapped this time, you’re on your back and he’s above you.
“please, miss?” he asks again, pulling your panties to the side, and almost whimpering when he feels how wet you are. “go ahead, babyboy.” you murmur.
he lines himself up with your entrance, and slowly, he pushes into you, dropping his head at how tight you are. he sets a slow pace, rolling his hips against yours slowly. “may i go faster?” he asks, and he’s so polite. how could you say no? “yes~” your voice is airy, and at your command he’s moving faster tremendously.
soft sounds are falling from his mouth and mixing with your moans and join together in harmony. the sound of skin slapping on skin overpowers it though, and only spurs him to go faster, pulling on of your legs up to sit on his hip as he goes even deeper, whimpering when you clench around him.
“shit, baby, you’re doing so well for me, fucking me so good.” you praise, your sentence is surprisingly steady when you do manage to get a word out without it getting interrupted with a moan.
his fingertips are trailing up and down your arm, and it’s no surprise when he brings your hand up to rest at the base of his throat in a silent plea. taking the hint, you apply slight pressure and he moans, fucking into you roughly. “thank you, thank you.” he chants.
“fuck, baby, i-i’m gonna cum,” you whisper, and he hears it, over both the harmony of your shared moans and the sound of skin slapping on skin, he hears it. the hand that wasn’t holding your hip came down and he used a thumb to rub at your clit, trying desperately to get you to that peak of ecstasy.
he feels you fluttering as he’s inside you, and he knows he’s done it. “fuck-“ you curse, and your grip on his neck loosens a bit, but it’s worth it when he feels you cum on his cock.
your orgasm triggers his own, and his pace falters — not that you can notice with the state you’re in — and he’s filling you up with his cum.
he pulls out, and you’re looking at each other with cloudy eyes. you push him up farther in the bed so that he’s resting against the pillows. you kick the red comforter off, and he laughs at that.
you pull another one on, and fix it messily so that it’s covering the both of you, too lazy to fix it otherwise.
you pull another fluffy blanket from a chair, and throw it over johnny, he’s confused a bit, but doesn’t question it. he simply snuggles closer to you and the fluffy blanket.
you’re running your hands through his hair as he lays on your chest. “do you wanna talk now?” you ask, thumb rubbing over his cheeks. he nods and sighs, a slight pout on his face. “i’m normally happy and everything, but today just seemed like it wasn’t my day. i messed up a lot and- i dunno. i just need to relax i think.” he explains, looking up at you with a smile. “everyone has their bad days baby, and it’s okay. we don’t expect you to be happy all the time. it’s okay.” your reassurance makes him smile.
“thank you, for everything.” he mumbles, and you can hear the sleepiness in his voice. “always.” you murmur, and kiss his temple one last time before hugging him close and drifting off to sleep along with him.
