You Happened || Kink Guide Smut
syn: the end will explain it.
warning: choking, degradation, creampies, impact play, sub/dom roles, punishments
“Don’t think you got away with it,” Johnny informs nonchalantly. You gulp deeply, refusing to meet his stern eyes. You knew what you had done; “it” happened to be you teasing him and breaking rules for almost a week now. He was patient the whole time, attempting to excuse you for certain “slip-ups” as he liked to call them, but today was the final straw when you decided to tease him in front of the members and ignore it after. So here the two of you were, Johnny sitting on the couch, legs spread and arms crossed, and you kneeling on the floor, arms placed neatly on your thighs and eyes thoroughly averted.
“Do you know what you did?” He continues, shoe tapping lightly on the floor. Your lip quivered for a moment before lightly squeaking, “yes.” A frown crossed his face before quickly hardening into nonchalance once more.
“Are you sure? You don’t sound too confident.”’
“Then tell me, Y/N, what did you do?”
“I teased Sir when I shouldn’t have.”
“I’ve been breaking rules by touching myself when I shouldn’t have.”
“And you agree a punishment is in order?”
“Glad we agree. Across my lap, please,” Johnny concluded. His eyes watched you as you stood to walk over to him, then laid across his lap, waiting anxiously. The anticipation thickened when you felt the fabric of your underwear slide down your thighs. The first blow was sharp and stung; a yelp left your mouth unexpectedly.
“You’re supposed to be counting,” Johnny chastised.
“One,” you uttered, voice and eyes watery. Another hit stung you in the same spot, and you knew you’d be bruised for ages. “Two…” You could feel yourself beginning to tear up on the third, fourth, then fifth hit, but you knew you were sinfully aroused by it as well, and Johnny never let you live that down. In fact, when the sixteenth blow hit, he stopped to run his finger across your sensitive heat, humming when his fingers coated in your arousal.
“You never change, do you, whore?” Johnny growled lowly. You could feel yourself quivering under him, and not because of the spanking.
“Quiet. Get up and follow me.”
At his words, you lifted yourself off of his lap (albeit shakily) and waited for him to start off down the hallway before following him. You were worried, to say the least. Johnny’s punishments always ended at spanking, even when he had previously called you derogatory names while he did it. When you walked through the door, the first thing you saw was Johnny’s gesture telling you to get on your knees. Some part of you wanted to brat it out– to fight it, give him a new reason to be rough– but another part of you knew you had done enough to him to reach this point to begin with. You easily submitted this once and slid to your knees while he undid his belt buckle, approaching slowly. Johnny pulled out his member and held it in his hand before lightly slapping your cheek with it. “Open,” he commanded. When you complied, he shoved his cock as far as your mouth would allow. You could already feel tears streaming down your cheeks.
“You’re such a slut. You’ve been wanting this all day, huh?” Johnny snarled, driving his hips into your mouth. You tried your best to answer past it all, but to no avail, because– well– there’s a dick in your mouth, and he had a tight grip on your hair. The more you hummed, the more vibration went around his dick, and the harder he pounded into your throat, making it sore. “Teasing me in front of everyone like the whore you are…”
Johnny pulled his dick out of your mouth, both of you panting heavily as his eyes met yours. “Tell me what you want,” he ordered.
“I want your dick,” you whispered to avoid more pain in your throat.
“I want your dick, Sir.” At those words, Johnny placed his hand across your throat, pressing tightly and lifting you up to meet his slightly lowered figure.
“And you think you deserve it?” He murmured. You nodded slightly. “Do you think my punishment paid off?”
“How do I know that?” Johnny asked, loosening his grip on your throat just a tad to maneuver the two of you to the bed. You decided now would be a good time to slip in some of that brattiness you loved so much. Looking up at him through your lashes, you replied, “you don’t.” His eyes narrowed and his grip tightened around your throat again. He leaned down right to your ear.
“You little whore… I’m going to make sure you know not to cross me again. Maybe when you’re obedient you’ll be deserving.”
Johnny reached down and ran a finger across your heat teasingly. Your legs shook slightly and you whimpered, managing to lift your hips slightly before Johnny pressed them down with the other hand, a stern look on his face. “In fact, I’ll even give you a chance to redeem yourself. You wanna beg for me, cumslut? That’s what it’s going to take to make me reconsider.”
Without a beat, you began with a blush on your face. “Please, please sir! Please touch me…” you whined.
“Please fuck me… with your cock, with your fingers, it doesn’t matter! Please!”
“Well, only good sluts get what they want, and I’m not sure you’re sorry enough.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” you rushed out immediately. "I’m sorry for teasing you in front of everyone…“ Johnny slid two fingers into you, a smile stretching slightly across his face. He fucked you on them slowly as he listened to your whimpers and whines fill the room. You grinded against him to increase the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
"You’re so pretty when you beg, babe. Did you get what you wanted?”
You nodded and tried not not push his hand further against you. You could feel the warmth in your belly spreading quickly. Before you could climax, however, Johnny pulled his fingers out of you and into his mouth to clean them, pulling them back out with a ”pop”. You whined shamelessly at the loss.
"Don’t be too disappointed,” Johnny informed before swiftly pushing into you, watching in clear amusement as his action tore a gasp from you. He growled. “I’m not done with you yet. Since you want to be such a needy whore, you may as well be of some use to me.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders to steady yourself as you mumbled out a quick, “yes Sir!” He was pounding into you so hard you could barely feel your legs as one hand pushed your knee against your chest and the other pressed and relieved pressure on your throat. The whole sensation was euphoric; it was a mix of too much and not enough, which was exactly what you wanted from him these days despite being too worried to directly ask.
Johnny was moaning above you while you watched, his head rocking back and his lip pulled between his teeth. This was one of the most beautiful sights you could possibly witness, however it wasn’t something you could dwell on, because your orgasm was close to hitting you. You clenched onto his shoulder tightly, whining, “Sir, I’m so close!” He glanced down at you and raised an eyebrow. Despite this, you could tell he was close too, as his thrusts were getting sloppier but deeper.
“Fine then. Cum all over Sir’s cock. It’s what you wanted, right?”
You nodded and hummed, cumming almost violently around him with a high moan. Your walls pulsed around him, which caused him to climax almost immediately after you. You whined at the feeling of his essence filling you. Johnny always had a lot, and it really was no surprise to you. It dripped out and down your thighs as he pulled out. He laid next to you, his breathing heavy as he pulled you in for a hug.
“Was I too much?” Johnny asked gently. You shook your head and smiled.
“It was perfect. Sleep well, Johnny.”
The next morning was definitely something to revel in. You woke to Johnny’s gentle looks as he slept still. You smiled and turned to leave the bed and shower, only to immediately drop to the floor and wake Johnny. He startled and glanced around.
“You,” you replied grumpily before chuckling. “You happened.”
