#andytaylor

  I was laying on John's chest, continuing to watch the movie that we both had put on. I could hear his giggles when he found the movie funny. It made me smile. I could hear his breathing and his heartbeat as I continued to watch the movie. Once the movie had ended, I got up from his chest, noticing his eyes looking straight at me instead of the television screen. He had a small smile, it was as though he was admiring me. “Are you tired, darling?” He continued to admire me, it made me feel like a mess. I shook my head no, smiling back at him. “No. Was someone distracted while watching the movie?” John went red a bit, throughout watching it, I could feel as though someone was watching me, and by then I instantly knew it was John. He let out a quiet “Maybe” looking away to hide his face. I made him look at me, locking eye contact with him before giving him a small kiss on his lips.

  Once I had pulled away he pulled me back in for more. Instead of laying on him now, I was sitting, with one of his hands caressing my hip. My hands cupped his face, with the one kiss I gave, turning into more. His other hand lay on my hips as well, it was as though we couldn’t pull away from each other. I know for certain I didn’t want to pull away, and neither did he. He was wearing sweatpants and a black tee. He slowly started to move my hips, rubbing on his sweatpants, and with every kiss, I could feel it getting harder. He looked up, a flustered mess, trying to not make eye contact with me. I couldn’t help but be a mess when I saw it. I touched it gently, and his whimpering got louder. I could hear a soft “Y/n…” leave his lips. I can’t lie, I loved seeing him like this. He was a mess. He was usually the dominant one, but now, the roles had switched. 

  “What do you want, John? Tell me.” I could tell he couldn’t speak for a second, he was a mess. I couldn’t help but smirk a bit. “You aren’t going to tell me? Fine…let’s watch another movie.” I went to grab the remote before he spoke again. “T-touch me.” I couldn’t help but be speechless. “What?” “Touch me, please.” I felt my cheeks go red. I was frozen. It wasn’t until he moved my hand lower, and lower, pulling his sweatpants lower and putting my hand on it. It wasn’t until then his whimpers became moans, as if the slow strokes were enough to please him fully. He was looking away, he was fully red, it was beautiful to see him such a mess. He couldn’t even form full sentences. “Look at me John,” I couldn’t help but like being dominant. “Or I’ll stop, I could leave you easily like this.” He moved his head, looking directly at me. I couldn’t help but mumble “fuck” under my breath. I wanted all of him. I went near him, giving him small kisses. It wasn’t until he stopped me stroking him, pushing me on the side, making him go on top of me now. He smirked, I knew what was going to happen. I wasn’t the one in control now. 

  He took off my underwear and shorts, positioning my legs on the side of his hips. “Did my girl think she was in control?” I didn’t even know what to say. He put himself inside of me, with a loud moan leaving my mouth before he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to make you feel good, darling.” Thrusting after those words left his mouth. He was kissing and sucking on my neck, leaving hickies. I tried to cover my mouth, but before I could he had pinned my arms to the side. He wanted me to moan loudly. When he knew I wouldn’t move my hands, he brought one down, rubbing me so I could climax. I couldn’t handle it, I wanted all of him. My mouth was left agape, he moved from my neck, making eye contact with me, before going down and kissing me. I was trying to kiss back, but with every thrust, it was difficult to. I was moaning into his mouth. I could feel his deep breaths, his hair had gotten messy quickly. Instead of having my hands by my side, I had them on his black and blonde mullet, gripping it. I couldn’t even begin to describe how I felt. “J-john..please-” One hand had trailed to his back, gripping his shirt. “You’ll come when I do, do you understand?” “Y-yes..” He had smirked again, he knew his power over me.

  I could tell either way he was gonna cum sooner or later, and I was right, and I knew I was too. He had stopped kissing me, and pulled out, moaning into my neck. He pulled his sweatpants up, before sitting up and grabbing my shorts and underwear, which had been on the floor. He put them back on. We were both out of breath, smiling and blushing messes. He placed a kiss on my lips. “Are you okay?” It was astounding how quick he could change from dominant to the sweet, loving boyfriend. “Yea.” I smiled, catching my breath. He gave me more small kisses before saying “I love you.”