FindMyFooting

Their bonding moment should have been grand theft auto

Everything you draw is amazing and I’ve been a huge fan for a while! Thank you for taking the time to use your talents here! ✨

me: lol of course I do

my plans for the night: *logging in ao3 to read my ship falling in love for the 527385th time*

wc: 2.5k

paring: johnny x afab!reader

tags: softdom!johnny, fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pet names, praising, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, mirror sex (not really but kinda) manhandling, mating press, dumbification, subspace, unprotected sex, aftercare…pretty sure that’s it

The room felt unbearably hot.  

With Johnny’s hand between your legs, toying with your sensitive clit, you could feel your third orgasm approaching. 

You tried to press your legs together, but his other hand holding your legs apart prevented that. When he slipped his fingers back inside your cunt, your back arched away from his chest. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Johnny asked, “Too much?”

Your words got choked up by a moan when he curled his fingers against your velvety walls. You started squirming between his legs from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re receiving from the three fingers knuckle deep inside of you.

“N-No,” you whine, “Feels so good.” you drop your head back onto his shoulder. 

Johnny wrapped his arm around you and left soft kisses over your cheekbone, whispering sweet praises. You sneak a hand into his hair, slowly grinding your hips against his hand. 

“Look at you taking my fingers so well, baby,” he pressed his cheek to your forehead as he watched his fingers slip in and out of you with ease. 

Genre: pwp, knight!au, smut, fluff, he is, and I can’t stress this enough, madly in love with you

Warnings: loss of virginity, pussy eating, mutual pining and longing, it’s forbidden but who’s gonna stop u??? Exactly. Inaccurate descriptions of the time period probably, inappropriate use of the word princess, he fucks you to tears, this is so self indulgent I gotta blast

The moons unearthly luminescence bleeds through the windows that sit directly above your wing of the old castles corridor, a reminder of why he bears the heavy sword that hangs off of his hip, of why he’s here in the first place.

He rolls his aching neck, blinking his dry eyes a few times in an attempt to dampen them. He’s usually not so worn by now.

Perhaps the two of you had gotten too carried away last night, it’s too easy when you’re with eachother. Effortless, like that of a flowers perianth traveling wistfully through a summers breeze. It’s easy to forget.

He’s here to protect you, nothing more, as he is was a proffesional in all that he does. He is a knight, after all. One of the best. Your father wouldn’t have requested him from a province so far away if he weren’t damn good.

Six months ago, it seems like a lifetime away and yet the memory of seeing you for the very first time is so vivid behind his eyelids, tangible as if he could reach out and hover his palms over the warmth the halo around you seemed to emit.

He smiles to himself, the image keeping him sane and distracting him from the ache in the soles of his feet. He knows you’re probably not sleeping, he wishes you wouldn’t worry about him. He’s doing it to himself, really.

He is a warrior but he is only so strong, so resilient. He has never been stricken by such a force as to have his bones feel as weak as they do when he looks into your eyes, when you cup his face in your hands like he is the most delicate thing you have ever seen.