ok i need that johnny x ellie cockwarming fic rn.
You got it! I combined two ideas because like, I couldn't decide.
- Johnny Knoxville x Ellie Rhodes (OC) - 18+, minors DNI! - p0rn without point tbh. - 1008 words
No. Not perfect. She hadn't cuddled him back. She hadn’t wiggled her little butt into his crotch the way she did when he slipped behind her with a semi. Johnny considered this. Clearly she was still too asleep. He sighed dramatically into her shoulder. Still nothing.
SYNOPSIS: It's the middle of the night and Johnny wakes up with one thing on his mind. It's not sex, it's something else. Ellie lets him have what he wants if it means she can get back to sleep, but hours later he wakes her up again and this time she's awake enough to want it too.
The bedroom was dark except for the faint silver glow of moonlight slipping through the gap in the curtains. The digital clock read 3:17 a.m. Johnny blinked awake. He wasn't sure what had done it. No nightmare. No strange noise. He simply surfaced from sleep, lying on his back for a few moments while the house settled around them with quiet creaks. Beside him, Ellie slept soundly, curled onto her side facing away from him. A tiny sliver of space separated them. Maybe six inches. Far too much. Johnny stared at it. He frowned. That couldn't be right. How had they drifted that far apart? He glanced at her again. She looked impossibly peaceful, one arm tucked beneath the pillow, hair spilling across the duvet in soft waves. He smiled. God, he loved her. He lasted all of twenty seconds before deciding this situation required immediate correction.
Very carefully, he shuffled closer. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. He waited. Nothing. He wrapped one arm gently around her waist. Better. He rested his forehead against the back of her shoulder. Perfect.
No. Not perfect. She hadn't cuddled him back. She hadn’t wiggled her little butt into his crotch the way she did when he slipped behind her with a semi. Johnny considered this. Clearly she was still too asleep. He sighed dramatically into her shoulder. Still nothing. "...Ellie..." he whispered. No response. He waited another few seconds before giving her shoulder the tiniest nudge. "Babe..." "Mmm..." "I need somethin'." She made a sleepy noise that sounded suspiciously like go away. "I need to be closer." Silence. Johnny blinked. "...Baby?" Her answer came muffled into the pillow. “You’re on me, Johnny.” “Can I put it in?” Ellie gave a long, exhausted sigh "I'm comfortable." "I'll make you more comfortable." "You literally cannot improve on unconscious." Johnny couldn't help smiling. "You underestimate me." Another silence. Then— "...You're awake-awake, aren't you?" "Unfortunately." "You've become aware." "I have." "And now I've become aware." "I'm sorry." "No, Johnny, you're not." "...Little bit." She groaned into the pillow. "If you were sorry you’d have gone to the bathroom and sorted out your problem." “I don’t want that.” he nuzzled against her shoulder, “I don’t want... that. I just... I just want to put it in.” Ellie grumbled and adjusted her legs, “Okay. But if you move, I’m biting it off.”
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Ellie waking up first wasn’t unusual. But being woken up because she could feel the soft bucking of Johnny’s hips... was. It wasn’t the first time he’d wanted to wake her up with an orgasm. Usually she found him with his head between her thighs under the covers. She looked at the bedside clock. 8:04am. She had vague memories of a conversation five hours earlier about Johnny wanting his cock warmed, and he felt much harder than he had when he slipped it into her last night. A snore vibrated through his nose and she lifted her hand to find his face, “Very funny, I know you’re not asleep.” Silence. “Johnny?” His hips rocked slowly, timidly. Every motion langid and lazy. She tried to turn her head to look at him and the sound that came out of him she had heard before but only when he was deep in his sleep. Johnny was a heavy sleeper. He’d sleep through an earthquake she was sure of it. His eyelids were fluttering like he was dreaming. “Baby?” He took a breath and his eyes blinked open but she could see from the look on his face that he wasn’t quite awake yet. He took a moment to gather himself as he looked at Ellie, glassy eyed with his hair sticking up at every angle. “Were you dreaming?” Johnny nodded and started to move his hips again, this time concious, this time he knew what he was doing. He could feel how hard he was from being inside her all night, and how wet she was from the weight of him being in her and not moving. The arm he had wrapped around her stomach drifted down and he pressed this hand between her thighs, fingers gliding over her and teasing her clit as the other hand pulled her head towards him so he could kiss her on the mouth. Ellie whimpered and rutted against him, her hand reached behind her to thread her fingers into his hair. Every move they made was slow, their minds not quite come out of their sleepy state yet, but their bodies very much awake and buzzing with pleasure. Ellie whimpered into the pillow and kept pushing back into him. He moaned her name and his hips drove harder into her, his free hand gently cradled her throat and she pinned herself against him. “Don’t stop.” she whispered, flinging her arm behind herself in a desperate attempt to get him closer, needing to feel every inch of his skin against hers. “Please. Johnny, don’t stop.” He pressed a kiss behind her ear and the softness of his breath against her sensitive skin sent her toppling over the edge. She turned her head into the pillow and bit down into the fabric as the intensity of her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her moans muffled into the stuffing as she trembled with pleasure under her lovers touch. Feeling her muscles grasping for him, Johnny was rarely far behind spilling hot ribbons of his seed deep inside her with increasingly messy thrusts, sweat sticking her hair to his forehead as he rest his head against hers. They lay in silence for a while, listening to their own heartbeats, the rhythm of their breaths as they slowly became steady again, the faint sound of birds outside as the world continued without them. Eventually, Johnny pressed a kiss to her shoulder and uttered a quiet “Good morning.” Ellie let out an unstoppable, flirty giggle at his choice of words, and stretched like a lazy cat, careful not to disturb him too much while he was still nestled inside her. “I’ll say.”