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Johnny has a fetish, you know, but you pretend not to know. Until one day, he falls under the allure of seeing mosquito bites on your body.
TW! Mature and Sexual content.
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Johnny has always had a specific..fetish. Itโs not like anyone really knows, maybe Gyro but itโs not like itโs life changing information. Gyroโs seen and heard worse. But youโre aware, and Johnny? He doesnโt have to know yet. Pretending is much more enticing, itโs better to pull him in before letting him maul you with the rest of his strength.
When horses are around the gang all the time, flies are bound to stick to the group like glue. The smell of horse shit under the American sun, and the slick scent of sweat? Bites come around. Gyro gets them, but when youโre the one getting the bites, the way Johnny avoids his gaze at you is strange. Itโs like heโs not disgusted but thereโs an underlying shame in his eyes, and you notice. Itโs always when you claim you got bitten, or when you show the small red bite on your skin, his gaze faces away from you.
At first you didnโt quite catch it, but when you found out about his little quirk, you decided to indulge. Whenever you were drenched in sweat, sometimes youโd purposely wipe away only a bit from your body. Youโd want some marks, and sometimes youโd get them. Itโs a nuisance, but the way he hides his fluster makes this a fun game of cat and mouse. Mosquitoes are attracted to estrogen, compared to the guys youโre more likely to get bitten. Sweat and your scent, is a ground for those red bites. Your skin is sweet, to the bugs and to Johnny.
One day it finally ticked, Johnny got under your strings. It just so happens a naughty bug had bitten your thighs, the small peachy mark meant nothing to you, but for Johnny it was like you were the one driving him crazy. It wasnโt just your thighs that day that had gotten a few more bites, but what he saw was already an invitation in his mind
Here you are, laying down, while he nibbles on that peachy mark on your thighs. Gyroโs knocked out beside you two, you tease Johnny on how it feels like they're cucking Gyro. Johnnyโs too occupied to pay attention to what youโre saying. Youโre half naked, your cunt is wet in front of him, thick muff in his sight, but for him thatโs not whatโs driving him crazy. You smirk at him, itโs like your game worked, you think itโs ridiculous how hazy his eyes get sucking on a piece of skin.
Eventually he gets to your poor forgotten cunt, his fingers playing with the outer labia, while his thumb rubs around your clit. โYou know, most men wouldโve put their mouths on that cunt.โ You teased him, your voice weaker due to the growing pleasure. Itโs enticing. Hearing your words, his eyes that were locked on your thighs gazed back at your eyes quickly. He then let go of his mouth on the bites on your thighs, saliva strings following his now red lips, his breath is heavy as if heโs only been breathing through his nose, he then speaks slightly out of breath.
โCanโt. You're driving me crazy.โ He spoke, blush creeping on his cheeks, his eyelashes heavy on his wide pupils. Itโs the eyes of a pervert, heavy with lust but mind full of shame. You smile at his confession, you then slowly undressed your top. Your naked form has a few bite marks. Your collarbones, the space between your breasts, and a small mark near your belly. โFuckโoh god.โ The way his pupils dilate, his gaze assessing your body, the way his eyes focus on each mark on your body like a hunter about to devour its prey.
He was about to lunge forward, his mouth opened, tongue ready. But, you then gently stopped his head by the palm of your hand. โNo.โ you ordered, with your gaze locked onto his. โW-what? What the fuck do you mean?โ he spoke confused, churning your words like they werenโt real. His fingers stop momentarily from playing with the now slobbery cunt. โSlowly. I want you to start from the top, can you do that for me?โ indicating your rules, your finger pointed to the mark on your collarbone. Pointing the start of the golden trail. He nods, and slowly you let go of your palm. He gently places his wet lips on your collarbone, the small red mark now engulfed in his mouth. Hearing your soft moan, he starts to utilize his fingers once again on your cunt.
You hope Gyro doesnโt wake up, but when he does in the morning you ask for a repellent.
Divider credit: Made By bbyg4rlhelps
Note: I wrote this simply because I miss SBR and also Iโm holding hostage the anime Netflix headquartersโฆgo Johnny go go
