two co-workers who found the right momentum to finally hook up.
coworker!johnnyxfem!reader
status: oneshot, finished.
warning! 18+ smut!! ayeee smut asf we be fucking FRR
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drinking with your co worker is probably not how you would want to spend your friday night, but drinking with your hot co worker? now that is up for consideration.
johnny has always had his eyes on you, and so do you. you both know it. the attraction is there, the tension is there, but there is also a line that the both of you are too much of a professional to cross. this particular night, however, might be an exception.
after a long and hard month of overtimes and extra work during a tiring project for the company you work for—getting drunk on a friday night almost seems obligatory at this point. being in the same marketing division, you and johnny work in the same team together, and though you’ve worked together before, this time in particular feels different. maybe it’s the amount of nights you’ve spend together at the office after most of everyone had gone home. sometimes it would be you, johnny and your head of marketing staying at the office til two in the morning. sometimes it would be you, johnny, your supervisor, and your other co worker. sometimes it would be you, johnny, and three other co workers. but sometimes there would be one or two nights where it would just be you and johnny. there’s always a very obvious sexual tension between the two of you, and both you and johnny knows that the each of you are aware of it. you’re just glad that johnny is a gentleman who clearly understands that even a sexual tension this hard cannot be pursued in the workplace. the two of you are always going to work together, and you’re glad johnny understand that even a slight change in your dynamic would ruin the team. but maybe there’s a part of you that thinks that johnny is too much of a gentleman.
so when the two of you are sitting at a bar, drinks in hand, maybe there’s a part of you that contemplates crossing the line of your professional boundaries.
johnny looks beautiful. his shirt is rolled at the sleeve so his forearms are free for you to stare. his tie is now loosened, one button of his shirt undone, and his hair is slightly messy. his eyes look pretty under the bar’s dim lights but even then you can see the tiredness in them. his cheeks are slightly flushed from drinking, though you’re almost sure he’s not a lightweight, johnny can chug a beer like nobody’s business but maybe the peachy blush decorating his cheeks are from his asian genes.
“do you smoke?” you ask out of the blue. perhaps it was just a way to start a conversation with him. god knows you can only stare at him for too long before you start.. imagining things.
turning his head towards you, he responded. “only socially. i don’t like the taste of cigarettes that much.” he scrunched his nose. “how about you?”
“yeah, me too, actually. i was in high school when i first tried it. i’m pretty sure i just wanted to seem cool.”
johnny chuckled and took another sip of his drink. “first year of college, for me. i tried alcohol for the first time that year, too.”
“you’ve never drank before college?” you asked in disbelief.
chuckling, he shook his head. “i was a homebody all through my school years. never really wanted to do anything wild.”
you never pictured johnny as a homebody. you have your own perception of him having known him in his adult years. you always pictured him as this outgoing and charming guy, somehow you force that imagery onto his younger years.
“do you drink a lot now?” you shot another question.
johnny hummed before answering. “i think so. i don’t get drunk that easily, though.”
“what’s your favorite drink?”
the charming man chuckled. “you’re full of questions tonight.”
“sorry,” you smiled, playing it off. “alcohol makes me yap.”
you were not sure it was because the alcohol or because you have never been alone with johnny outside of work vicinity. you have never been alone with where the two of you weren’t working. it doesn’t feel awkward because johnny doesn’t make it so, but you feel an obligation to fill the silence every now and then. maybe it’s the alcohol. maybe you’re just nervous.
“you’re okay.” he smiled. “my favorite drink is beer. i’m not really picky but i like a good beer.”
you smiled and rolled your eyes playfully. “you’re such a man.”
acknowledging your humor, he played along acting defensive. “hey, what’s that supposed mean?”
you laughed, taking a sip of your drink and putting it down, your fingertip caressing the rim of the glass. you let the silence linger for a while. this is nice. johnny is nice. maybe you’re glad everyone else in your team was busy after work to come to the bar tonight. maybe you’re glad you and johnny are the only available one this friday night.
“you know, i’ve been meaning to ask.” he broke the silence this time. putting his glass down before turning his body to face you. “since we’re doing a q&a, i mean.”
you couldn’t miss the hint of playfulness laced in his tone. “go ahead.”
“what are you doing in this company?”
that took you by surprise. “what do you mean?”
his eyes lingered on you for a second before shrugging slightly. “you’re too good to be stuck at a company that barely gives you any raise.”
“i wouldn’t say stuck.” you argued.
“we wouldn’t scored this good in this project hadn’t it been for you, and what do they give you? a ten percent raise and a week paid vacation.”
“you’re not gonna hear me complain about a ten percent raise—”
“the vacation expires next month.”
feeling slightly defeated, you chuckled. “it’s not so bad.”
“if it’s up to me, you deserve a promotion for all the work you’ve been doing for our team alone.”
it’s your turn to shrug. “i dont know, i guess i have been here a while to deserve a proper raise or a promotion.”
johnny raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement, but he waited to make a comment.
“the thing is, i don’t feel unappreciated. i have a good team, everyone has been nothing but kind to me. it’s nice to have that, you know? not everyone can have what i have here.”
you can feel his gaze burn into you, as if he’s digesting your words carefully. it feels nerve wrecking being under his stare.
“i’ve had crappy jobs before,” you continued. “this isn’t anywhere near bad. i get paid really well, i get bonuses and incentive here and there, i like my job—i’m good at it, my peers think and talk highly of me. that’s more than enough for anyone.”
johnny, ever so beautifully, still lets his stare lingering on you. he’s even more good looking up close. even the dim lights at the bar couldn’t hide how pretty he is.
“i’m really satisfied and comfortable with what i have right now. i don’t want to gamble it or take it for granted.” you smiled, ending your tiny tangents.
instinctively, the pretty man in front of you returned your gesture with a warm smile. he looks satisfied with your answer, and you feel good about it.
taking the last sip of his drink, he nodded. “that was a really good answer.”
his gaze is on you again. a smile hanging on his lips. you can feel him studying you for a moment. not too long, but enough for you to notice how brown his eyes are.
you can see him parting his lips before he stopped himself to say whatever he was about to say. instead, he smiled and nodded before softly saying, “that was a great answer.”
a smile on your lips. “thank you, johnny.”
it almost seems like that pretty, warm smile never leave his charming face. you’re almost annoyed. how dare someone looks this good after office hours?
scrunching his nose, he straightened his posture and after what felt like an eternity, his gaze finally left you for a bit.
“i’m just saying, though,” he began, the playfulness in his voice is apparent once again. “i can definitely picture you as an independent creative director.”
you groaned. “that’s such an LA job. independent creative director, my god, i might as well be a spiritual guru.”
he laughed and it feels like you just witness a male peacock spreading it’s tails.
“i can say the same thing about you, you know,” you continued, his laugh fading but the smile persisted. “i can see you starting your own company, or a startup agency.”
leaning forward you, he rested his chin on his hand before replying. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you mimicked his gesture, leaning forward to his form.
“you have more experience than taeyong and i’s combined, you have a master’s degree, you’ve worked here long enough, you’re great at networking.” you listed. “you’re too good to be stuck in a company that’s too much of a pussy to promote you to management.”
he nodded. “that’s true.”
you leaned back with raised eyebrows, as if to tell him ‘see?’.
“but you’re also right, you know, i wouldn’t say stuck.”
smiling, you nodded signaling him to go on.
“i moved a lot when i was growing up. i was born in chicago, my family moved us back to korea and i did a few of my school years there, then i moved back to chicago for college,” he listed. “and now i’m here.”
you listened to him intently, not even realizing your eyes have been darting between his eyes and lips. thinking that if you switch between one or the other fast enough he wouldn’t notice how fixedly you’re staring.
“all my life i’ve always crave for some kind of stability. moving places means i have to adapt a lot and it gets really tiring.” he continued. “this job is stable. the money is good and stable, the environment is stable, the people come and go but the workflow is stable.”
you made no comment, just giving him the room to keep sounding his thoughts.
“sometimes i do think about how our ceo is only five years older than me, and sometimes it does make me think about how maybe i should do.. more. but i think you’re right, where i am right now is comfortable enough for me.”
you finally stopped staring at his lips, fixating your eyes back to his before your mouth instinctively broke into a smile. “you get it.”
he let out a laugh. “yeah, younger johnny would’ve killed to have some kind of stability and i don’t think it’s fair to take it for granted now that i finally have it.”
the bar was not too packed for a friday night. maybe a few people coming and going, the bartender spilling a tiny portion of someone’s drink, the live music was playing some sort of pop-jazz moment and honestly neither you nor johnny was paying any mind to it. tonight, you have stared at johnny longer than you ever had in the last year. had you never really spend some alone time with him? had it been for the lack of trying? or had it been for your fear that you can no longer keep this professional façade if you get close enough to him?
whatever the case, the night is fairly young and your eyes may have posses some kind of magnetic field that are drawn into johnny’s.
“guess we’re staying at that company?” you tried to be wistful, but failed to hold in a smile.
the man in front of you smiled in a way no one has ever done so more beautifully. “you’ll be there so it won’t be all that bad.”
you raised your glass just a little above your nose. “to us?”
“to us.” he mimicked your gesture, toasting your glass together before gulping whatever was left in his.
you were almost sure the pianist on stage is playing a pathetic excuse of an attempt of city of stars from the movie lalaland. it was a nice background music—pathetic, but better than pure silence.
the gentleman sitting beside you at this average bar is more than enough to make you tolerate anything.
his soft voice broke you out of your trance. “hey, come back to me.”
he chuckled. “you were gone for a while there, where did you go?”
blinking hard, you replied apologetically. “i’m sorry, i do that a lot—zoning out, i mean.”
he says that a lot. instead of saying the normal it’s okay, or that’s okay, he says you’re okay. and it means something, doesn’t it? it has to. it makes you feel like you’re okay. it, or that, or whatever the case is might not be okay, but you are. you’re okay. johnny says you’re okay so you have to be.
you wouldn’t being pulled out of your trance by his velvet voice if it means to have him talking to you.
“are you seeing anyone?” he asked, with such confidence you almost mistook it for an accusation.
“no,” you shook your head, pausing. “you?”
“no.” he said it as if it was a reassurance of some kind.
it was silence again for a bit. a bartender is cleaning up someone’s spilled cocktail on the floor. the pianist is still going at it.
“so,” you trailed. “what the hell, huh?”
johnny’s hot mouth was already on yours millisecond after he opened the door to his apartment. it was to anyone’s surprise that the both of you survived the car ride back to his place without at least doing hand stuffs or running red lights. you kept your hand on your lap the entire ride and you fought with everything in you to not glance to your side. you knew the moment you look at his state of driving you’d unbutton his pants right then and there.
johnny’s apartment was nice. neat, clean, minimalist but still has enough of his personality. that’s all you can conclude from taking a peak in between kissing him. it was hard to focus on anything else besides his lips, or the way his hands feel on your body, or the way you can feel him smile against your lips. he’s everywhere, but still not where you want him.
he laid you on his bed. huge mattress with soft pillows that’d give you the best sleep of your life, but with a handsome man shoving his tongue down your throat sleep should be the least of your worries.
“come back to me, sweetheart.”
you blinked. you reckoned it was the first thing he said the entire time you entered his apartment.
smiling, his lips found yours instantly. you grabbed a handful of his hair, not pulling it hard but grabbing it firmly enough to let him know how easy he has you.
“you’re not too drunk, yeah?” he checked in such a gentle tone.
you shook your head. “i’m okay.”
“of course you are, doll.” a cheeky smile before his mouth molds perfectly in yours.
his hands seemed to not want to be less busy than his mouth, already traveling from your neck down to your chest, massaging your breast through your work blouse. he worked his fingers through your buttons, the cold air hitting your chest.
“is this okay?” he asked against your lips. his strong arm carefully sneaked behind your figure from under your shirt, lifting your torso like it weighed nothing, his palm wanders around feeling for the clasp of your bra.
you nodded, having the air knocked out of you from how surreal it is to finally have him so close.
his lips pressed against yours hard one last time before traveling down to your neck. his warm tongue grazed your skin, sending shivers all over your body. he sucked and licked and you could do was grab a handful of his hair, squirming under his bigger figure.
his pulled his head from your neck, satisfied with the many reddish bruises he painted. he continued his way down your collarbones, leaving trail of kisses while all you could do is writhe and mewl under his touch. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and it’s embarrassing how you kept pushing your legs together, trying to get any friction to make yourself feel good.
unclasping your bra, johnny ducked his face in between your breast. his hand is quick enough to massage your mount, fingers skillfully playing and pinching your hardened buds. peppering sloppy kisses on your chest, he moved towards your nipple, circling his tongue before teething the bud. his other hand was making sure your other nipple wasn’t missing out on the fun.
“johnny,” you moaned, pulling his hair hard enough for him to release your nipple from his mouth before quickly latching onto it again.
you can feel him teasingly hummed against your skin, the vibration sent a tingly sensation straight to your core.
satisfied with the amount of damages he had done to your sensitive nerves and bundles in your chest, he moved downwards to your belly, warm tongue licking you down and hot mouth leaving a trail of kisses as he makes his way down. he took off your pants in a swift, teeth playing with the hem of your underwear before pulling it down and tossing it somewhere in the room. you were too hazy to realize he was close to your heated core.
“wait,” you protested once you realized his face was in front of your leaking cunt.
half lidded johnny looked up to you. you couldn’t even believe how good he looks. “what’s wrong?”
“you don’t have to.” you tried to sit up, resting your body weight on one elbow while your other hand gently pushes his face further away from between your legs.
“i know,” he chuckled, kissing the inner of your thigh. “but i want to.”
“no, please.” you argued.
he furrowed his eyebrows, straightening his posture so he can cup your face in his big palm. “hey, are you okay?” you can sense his concern.
flustered, you replied. “i’m okay, it’s just— i’m not gonna give you head so you don’t have to go down on me.”
the man furrowed his eyebrows and smiled upon hearing your answer. “you’re so cute.” he left a chaste kiss on your lips. “you don’t have to do anything in return, sweetheart, don’t worry.”
before you know it, he’s already back in between your legs. he kiss your inner thigh one last time before diving in. his warm tongue sliding over your slick cunt as you mewl and cry out his name. hearing you so responsive fuels him even more. he found your swollen clit with ease, flicking his tongue sending shivers all over your body down to your squirming legs. he pushed his tongue inside your wet cunt, the tip of his nose now coated with your slick, your juices dripping down to his sheet. he doesn’t mind.
“fuck, johnny.” you moaned, lifting your hips to escape from him only to have him pulling you closer with ease. you can feel him chuckling against your swollen lips.
“i’m right here, baby.” he cooed, almost mockingly.
“need you, please,” you writhed some more, trying to sit up.
he hummed, engaging with your plea. “where do you need me?”
“inside of me, please,” you cry out. “need you so bad.”
granting your wish, he gave one long lick all up your folds before sitting up straight. you didn’t even realized he was still fully clothed while you’re under him, painted with bruises, naked with your own juice dripping down your thigh.
it was as if he saw your hungry eyes, he swiftly removed his work shirt. you gawked at his defined chest, his bicep looks even better without any fabric covering them. you could cum just from the sight of the god in front of you.
“kiss,” you reached out to him.
he granted your wish as he leaned down and captured your open mouth. you circled your arms around his neck, hugging him so close he can’t help but chuckle at your needy state.
you can hear him pulling off his pants, you didn’t dare open your eyes and look at his all bare. you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming at the sight of him.
he pulled away first and straightened his posture to position himself better on top of you. it was when you finally look down at the glory in between his legs.
“you’re so big,” you muttered in disbelief, and maybe a slight fear.
he only chuckled in response, moving his body to the side to extend his long arm and reach into his drawer. he grabbed a condom, tear the package off with his teeth before sliding it onto his erect cock.
“how is it gonna fit..” you breathed.
he chuckled once again. “it will.” he reassured.
“my insurance doesn’t cover that.”
he laughed, shaking his head before towering over you and leaning in for another kiss. “you’re so silly.”
he shut you up by pressing his lips against your open mouth before you could ever protest. he’s gentle with shoving his tongue inside your mouth, folding your tongue in his as you do nothing but moan and grab onto his neck like your life depends on it.
you can feel his cock pressing on your lower abdomen, the friction making your cunt even more heated. johnny snaked his hand lower to your folds, massaging the nerves bundle before teasing your opening with his thick fingers. he gently pressed a finger into you, before you abruptly stop by grabbing onto his hand.
“no,” you panted. “gonna cum.”
he looked at you with raised eyebrow and a warm but teasing smile. “then come,”
“no, want you to make me come.” you managed to say in between sloppily kissing him.
“i will but i have to stretch you out first.” he started to circle his finger on your clit. you mewl as your breath began to shorten, your mind hazy.
“no, please, don’t want your fingers.” you cry out in desperation. you keep writhing under him, short breaths as your chest moves up and down.
“hey, hey.” he called out to you, finally pulling his hand away from your leaking cunt. his other hand cupped your face, you instantly nuzzle into his palm while still trying to maintain your breathing. “i’ll give you what you want but you need to calm down, sweetheart.”
you pulled him by his neck and smashed your lips onto his, sloppy and all over the place. your breath still rigid and he notices that. have you really been that touch starved that you’re this horny from only him eating you out?
“breath, baby.” he cooed, pulling away from your kiss to look at your face carefully. his thumb caressed your cheek as you keep nuzzling into his touch. “come back to me, sweetheart. there you go.”
johnny pulled his form away from you, positioning himself towering over you as he put his body weight on one hand beside you. his used his other hand to align his already hard cock on your entrance. you were surprise to see him already so hard when you barely do anything to him. it’s nice to know you don’t need to do anything just to get him going. it makes you feel good about yourself.
you can feel the head of his cock entering you, stretching your slick opening. you flinched and your thighs immediately tensed.
“slowly,” you breathed, hands desperately reaching out to him. “i, uh, i haven’t had sex in a while.”
“i got you.” johnny leaned down to kiss you. in an instant, your muscle relaxed and johnny pushed himself a little bit into you.
he was maybe not even halfway in but you’re already full. you can feel him everywhere. you grabbed onto his arm, his bicep hard and strong. you feel like melting into a puddle.
“i’m gonna try and put it all in, okay?” his voice so soft it make you hazy.
you nodded, instinctively closing your eyes and try to not tense up.
the burning sensation of your pussy being stretched out was a bit much making you cry out in reflex. you can feel your walls clenching on his rock hard cock, you’ve never felt more full.
“you’re doing so good, baby.” he cooed.
he bottomed out making you whimper in pain and pleasure. the burning felt good and you’re kind of upset that he’s already all in, but you remind yourself the best is yet to come.
“you’re okay, yeah?” he looked down at you.
you nodded, eyes fluttering open.
you shakily replied. “’m okay.”
“atta girl.” he cooed. you had no idea he was this gentle and attentive. “i’m gonna move, okay?”
you nodded, pulling him into a kiss so hard your teeth collided onto his. you wouldn’t mind if your lips bleed. you just want to keep kissing him.
he thrusted into you before pulling out almost completely, slowly pushing back in. you gasp at the friction, every thrust feel like a stretch. you began whimpering against his mouth and when it gets too much, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, clinging onto his bigger figure.
“so good,” you mewled, out of breath.
“i know, baby,” he responded. he’s so close to your ear it makes you feel dizzy. “that feels good, yeah?”
“mhmm.” was all you could mutter before crying out a moan. “feels so good.”
he began to thrust faster, each thrust getting harder. every time he bottomed out your clit pressed onto his abdomen, the sensation enough to make you go insane.
his hand reached to down to your clit, flicking the sensitive bud as you squirmed and writhed more.
“gonna come.” you pulled your face from his neck to chase his lips, but he was a tease to pull back only to look down on you with a raised eyebrow, a mocking and surprised look.
“please,” you whimpered, leaning in to chase his lips but he pulled away once more. you whined as he smiled and thrusted harder, intently watching your fucked expression. your cheeks flushed, mouth agape.
it’s hard to believe this is already the best sex you have ever had.
“‘m gonna come,” you damn near cried actual tears. “please,”
“come for me, baby.” he cooed.
your whole body tensed up, your legs began to tremor and shake. he thrusted one last time before you finally cum, so intense you can’t help but to dug your nails deep into his bicep. he let you ride it out, watching your expressions as you cry out and clenched your walls around him.
he kept still for a couple seconds, watching as you come down from your high. he studied your breathing before pulling out almost completely and thrusting back in, gently.
you gasped in pleasure, having just orgasmed your legs feel like they’re going to give out. he kissed your open mouth, drowning your whimpers. his thrust began to fasten and harden, you have fully surrender to the pleasure and just let him control you.
“you’re still so hard,” you cried out against his mouth.
chuckling, he replied. “you came so fast.”
his hand snaked down to your belly, down to your core and began playing with your swollen clit. you could only gasp and cry, completely submitting to his doing.
“‘m sorry.” you apologized, feeling bad for cumming so quickly. you had no idea he would make you feel this way, no idea he was able to make you cum by barely fucking you.
“don’t be sorry, baby.” he cooed. “you don’t mind me fucking you til i come, do you?”
“no,” you whimpered in a daze. “don’t mind.”
“such a good girl.” his hot mouth is on yours again.
the dragging of his length made you clench each thrust. your cum was slick and as he began to move faster, the sound of your juice and his balls slapping against you was so lewd and nasty. you could feel your lower belly heating up at the thought.
“you love being a good girl for me, do you?” you clenched around him upon hearing him. he noticed and shot you a smile, mockingly. “you do, don’t you, baby?”
“yes,” you mewled. “love it so much.”
“god, i can fuck you forever.”
“please,” you cried out, tears prickling in your eyes. “gonna come again.”
“wait for me, sweetheart.” he moved faster, thrusting so hard even your body moved back from the impact. “almost there,”
you cling onto him, teeth sinking to his shoulder as you bite down preventing yourself from screaming. “gonna come, johnny.” you cried out, not being able to take any more seconds of waiting.
“come with me, baby,” he held down your hips and thrust into you harder, chasing his own high.
you came for the second time, chest rising up and down, your legs tremor. your cried out, riding your high while still clenching onto him.
you let out a hoarse moan as he pulled out. feeling empty, you tried to close your shaky legs but fail miserably.
johnny pressed a kiss on your forehead before sitting up, taking off his condom, tying a knot before dumping it the in trashcan beside his bed.
you laid there, catching your breath. you feel like you’re still not a hundred percent conscious. head still hazy, you kept your eyes closed as you try to fix your rigid breathing.
you didn’t even notice johnny walking out of the room to grab you a glass of water. it was only when he pressed the cold glass against your cheek that you were brought back down to earth.
“drink up,” he sat down beside you.
you struggled even keeping your eyelids open. nodding, you managed to croak out. “later.”
“you need to drink, sweetheart.” he cooed, caressing your cheek.
nodding again, you let your eyelids closed.
johnny laughed to himself at the sight of you barely conscious. he took a gulp of the water before leaning down to meet your lips. you instinctively parted your lips into his kiss, when you did so, he pushed the water from his mouth to yours, so slowly making sure you don’t choke.
you swallowed on tiny gulp at a time until there was nothing left. you let yourself melt into his kiss, lazily circling your arms around his neck.
he chuckled against your lips before pulling away. “too tired to drink but not tired enough to kiss me?”
you didn’t argue, just nodded.
“roll over and lay on your stomach.” he ordered.
you looked up to him, half lidded. “give me some time to breathe.”
chuckling, he replied. “not like that. you came twice already, baby. just lay on your stomach for me, yeah?”
you were too tired and fucked out to argue or question him, so you did what he asked. rolling over to your stomach, you lay your head on your folded arms, eyes still closed.
you could feel him shift beside you. then a pair of hands meet your shoulder, pressing down. his thumbs skillfully yet gently pressing down on your sore muscles. you let out a long breath, sighing in pleasure.
“that feels so good,” you breathed.
you hummed in response, feeling your soreness slowly fading away. he worked his hands down your spine, massaging down to your waist. when he reached your hips, he pressed with more strength using his body weight. he figured you would be sore in that area.
“thank you,” you muttered.
he let out a soft chuckle before replied. “you’re welcome, baby.”
you let out another long breath, sighing, enjoying his hands on your back.
“you regress a lot during sex.” he commented.
“what do you mean?” you cranked your neck to get a glimpse of his face.
“the way you talk,” he elaborated, smiling. “you take out the subject of your sentence. instead of saying ‘i’m gonna come’ you just say ‘gonna come’. instead of saying ‘that feels so good’ you just say ‘feels so good’.”
your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you bury your face in your arms, flustered that he noticed something you didn’t. “i’m sorry that’s embarrassing.”
he chuckled. “it’s not embarrassing.” he leaned down to press a kiss on your back, letting his lips linger before pulling away. “you’re so pretty.”
you looked up, turning your body slightly so you can face him. you were taken aback by the sudden compliment. you stare at him, unable to form any coherent reply. instead, you pull him into a kiss. he bent down his body to your level and kissed you back with such passion you’d mistaken him as being in love with you. you hope he understand this is your way of saying thank you for his compliment.
the kiss got heated quickly, and as you were about to turn around to hug his neck, he pulled away and guide you to keep laying back on your stomach. you obliged, already too horny for your own good.
he peppered kisses on your shoulder, down your spine. he fondled your ass slightly making you arch your back. you can hear him shuffling behind you, the sound of his drawer opening and closing, the sound of the plastic being torn, the sound of the condom sliding around his length.
“can you lift this up for me, sweetheart?” he caressed your hips, gently pulling it up so your back is slightly arched and lifted.
you broke out in a moan as he pushes into you with ease. you felt full again, walls stretching and clenching around him.
“fuck, i can’t get enough of you.” he hissed. the feeling of his body weight on top of you was overwhelmingly good, his bare chest on your back and your ass cheeks against his abdomen.
this position and angle is making you feel even fuller than before. his cock is hitting your weak spot making you arched your back even more.
he hummed in response, pulling his body up and thrusting faster with ease. you gasped, surprised by his speed and yet a new position.
you arched your back til you finally meet his thrusts. your hands gripped onto his sheets you’re afraid it’s gonna rip. your moans and cries and muffled on his mattress, but the way you keep pushing your ass to him didn’t go unnoticed.
“harder, please,” you pleaded, pulling your face up from the bed so he can hear you. “want it harder.”
“harder, baby?” he cooed, before gripping your waist and pulling it to meet his deep thrust. you cried out in response. “like this?”
“yes.” you mewled, words becoming incoherent as you’re getting near to an orgasm. “‘m so close.”
“gonna come, baby? gonna come all over my cock?” his pace fastened as he moved his hands from your hips down to your ass, gripping and fondling it so hard he’s gonna leave imprints of his hand. you wouldn’t mind.
“mm,” you whimpered, unable to hold it any longer. “gonna come, daddy. please, please, ‘m so close.”
you didn’t even know it was possible for him to get harder than he already is, but he did. you felt your walls stretching itself out before clenching around him.
“come with me, baby.” he breathed, his thrust getting sloppier by the second. “come for daddy, sweetheart.”
whites began to fill your vision as your whole body tremor, legs giving out. you cried out to his mattress, knuckles red from gripping the sheet. johnny chased his own high, gripping your waist so hard it’d bruise.
he pulled out before flopping down beside you. out of breath, face flushed. he gave you a lazy smile before tucking your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss on your cheek.
your breathings have calmed down, but your eyes have given up trying to stay close at this point. you managed to lean into johnny’s hand when he caress your cheek, moving away the hair from your face.
“get some rest.” and a kiss on your forehead was the last thing you remember before drifting to the best sleep of your life.
i wanted to write a smut for muliebrity but i didn’t want to rush it so i wrote this instead! based on the best hookup of my Entire life you’re welcome
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