Johnny can’t say no to you ;p
for the sake of the story, I’m describing part of reader’s outfit
“She’s usin ya, Johnny. Y’know that, right?”
“Well can ye blame me fer lettin it happen? She comes over in the middle of the night and is all…y’know.”
Simon sighs and shakes his head, giving Johnny a disapproving look. “Y’gotta learn t’say no once in a while. She’s been sleepin with Price too, I don’t know why-“
“Okay LT I get it. Now go fuck off before she gets ‘ere, I’m makin dinner,” Johnny kicks at Simon for him to get off his couch and leave. He kicks back but gets up, still rambling at Johnny to quit being dumb and stand up for himself the whole time he’s getting his shoes on up until the point the door gets shut in his face.
Johnny makes quick work of getting dinner made and cleaning the apartment before you arrive, moving a single cushion eight times just to make sure it was in the perfect spot. When you finally show, he opens the door and already knows dinner will end up getting cold by the look in your eye.
“Hey Johnny,” you coo at him, arms slinking around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He mumbles a hello and kisses you back, taking you in by the waist and shutting the door behind you. He pushes you right up against it and lets his hands wander down to your legs, pushing up your skirt to find nothing underneath.
“Really, bonnie?” He trails his kisses down to your neck and slips his hand between your legs to feel the slick already dripping from you. He spreads it across your folds and clit, teasing your hole by only pushing the tips of his fingers in, nothing past the first knuckle. He grins against your skin when he feels you clench around what was basically nothing and your legs tremble in impatience. He pulls his hand away and picks you up, carrying you to the couch and laying you down with his body between your legs.
Johnny breaks the kiss and sits up, removing his shirt and letting you remove yours. He grabs your hands when you go for your bra and shakes his head. “Keep it on. Like it better like tha’.”
He removes his pants and his length comes free, precum beading at the tip. His hands push your skirt up again and he bites down on his lip as he rubs your opening with the head of his cock. You squirm underneath him, scooting your hips closer.
“C’mon Johnny, you’re really gonna make me wait? After a whole week?” Your whining falls on deaf ears, the Scot too focused on thinking about the way you felt around him when he wasn’t even inside you yet. He didn’t make you wait too long though, pushing in to the hilt and gripping your thighs when you wrap around him like a vice.
It was clear the week long wait was weighing on him too with the way he was fucking you. Bruising grip on the meat of your thighs as he stared down, watching himself slide in and out as his cock grew more and more wet with your arousal.
“Heard ye been fuckin Price? S’that right, bird?” He asks between thrusts, part of him hoping you’d lie to him even though he knew Simon wouldn’t just say that for the hell of it. He knew it was true.
“Who told you that? I only want you, you know- know that,” your words became slightly squeaky when he hits your cervix and your back arches off the couch. “Just you, Johnny.”
He doesn’t answer, finding himself pleased with the lie. He just fucks into you harder, jaw clenching when your walls clamp down on him and a sudden gush wets the cushion below.
“Ah fuck bonnie ‘m gonna-“ his hips stutter and he buries himself deep as he cums inside you, vision blurring for a second. His eyes trail up your body and land on your flushed face, eyes closed as you catch your breath. He knew damn well he was being used, but he just couldn’t bring himself to turn you down no matter how much he pictured it in his head.
