#cbf!johnny

Thoughts on dark childhood best friend!Johnny! Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, thigh fucking, somnophilia, tell me if I missed any.

He’s always been a bit touchy since you were kids, holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek or even pressing himself against you whenever he could. It had always been innocent as kids, some kind of puppy-love that you were willing to give back, looking for him whenever you were out, eyes cued to look for the familiar blues that you came to love so much. You were neighbours, living right across from him in a quaint house, unbothered by many siblings that his mother kept popping out.

Your mother was sweet, letting him come by whenever he wanted to escape the hectic mess of his house, and you were the sweetest thing he’d ever known. You were so willing to act as his distraction, pulling him away from the chaos and into your safe haven : your room. It quickly became his room as much as it was yours, he spent so many nights sleeping in your room, sharing your bed with him, his arms wrapped around your hip and face nuzzled in your hair.

Once puberty rolled in, his voice deepening and facial hair growing, he started packing more weight and strength, his ego swelling with all the dopey eyes he received from girls his age and older, but they never strayed from you. He only had eyes for you, his best friend. They roved over your aging body, your breast swelling and hips becoming a dangerous temptation to him. He knew you looked at him as nothing but your best friend, the guy you grew up playing with and sharing happy moments, but he couldn’t stop the growing tent in his briefs when he jumped in bed with you at night.

He didn’t feel guilty about getting hard at the sight of you in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, it was natural, a reaction towards the opposite sex being so clearly comfortable with him. He became much more intimate with the placements of his hands, they would slip under your shirt, over the softness of your stomach and under your growing boobs. Despite your protest and sleepy grumble, he’d steal a touch of your pebbled nipples, round and hard before dipping down your waist and placing them a bit too high on your thighs to be considered platonic.

You complained but rarely retaliated because he reasoned with you that a lot of best friends were this touchy, grinding your ass when you were sleeping on your stomach, groping your softness while he panted and groaned, his cock leaking a wet patch on his pants. This was normal, he had rights to you that none other had because Johnny was your childhood best friend.

"Please, hen. Ah've been like this fer 2 weeks already— only managin' to injure my wrist further. As a favor to yer best friend."

He pulls the puppy dog eyes he knows you can't resist, and with an awkward scratch of your head, you agree.

The smile he gives you in response is blinding.

Just a favor, right?

Wrong.

Ok so cbf!Johnny who you played with as a youth, along with the other neighborhood kids. He was a mischievous little rascal, and you two were probably closer to each other than the others in the group. He'd play minor pranks, scrape his knees on pavement, and get into fights with some older kids from time to time. Yeah, he was rough around the edges, but at the end of the day, he was your sweet Johnny. Johnny who picked wildflowers for you and treated it like a promise ring for when you two would inevitably get married. His words.

Then next thing you know, they're FaceTiming almost every night, messaging each other every day, talking about their personal lives, getting to know each other- and weirdly, it's platonic.

Then a couple years go by and Johnny enlists. Tommie is a US civilian so she doesn't know anything about the military- but she voices her worry AND support for his decision.

Fastfoward to Johnny getting accepted into the SAS. Internet is shitty for a while during training, so they don't see each other's faces for a bit. And when they finally get to FaceTime again while he's taking some leave, he's suddenly fucking shredded and she's suddenly thinking 'He was hot before but this is ridiculous.'

And after a somewhat charged few FaceTimes, the subject of 'are you seeing anyone?' comes up.

They confirm that they aren't, and after a few almost confessions, it ends up coming out that they haven't even thought about dating because they spent so much time thinking about each other instead.

Talks over the next few days become more heated, more flirtatious, and then outright sexual- eventually moving into sexting, risqué pictures sent back and forth, and finally: they watch each other masturbate on FaceTime, panting and moaning absolute filth to each other.

How much they've wanted each other for so long but were too afraid to say it.

How much they want to meet in person to make up for it.

Imagine him guilt tripping you into sex, "At least a blowjob Bonnie, please? Ah been yer best friend for forever." Giving you those big blue puppy dog eyes as he ruts against you.

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, blowjob, choking, throatpie, manipulation/coercion, guilt tripping, dacryphilia, tell me if I missed any.

”I don’t know, Johnny,” you bit your lower lip, staring at him with a nervous gleam and answered his hesitantly. You truly wanted to help Johnny, but you didn’t think it appropriate to blow your best friend, especially after your recent break up.

“One, Bonnie, just one.”

Johnny was always insistent, used to getting what he wanted from you as children and teens, your younger and naive mind listening to everything he said. Perhaps he was used to it, but you’ve changed as much as he did, growing up happy but tired with work and life. You’d been hit on, men coming up to you for a quick fuck or to take advantage of you, and how fortunate was it that Johnny was your best friend. That meant you knew a few tricks you’ve heard from prior experience and your friends, but this was Johnny, your childhood best friend who stuck by your side through thick and thin.

“Johnny…” you stammer when he pressed on, cornering you against the couch in your shared flat, his cock - a big and hard and hot mass - rutting your thigh, his hips rucking up your loose shorts, “I’m not sure if-“

He pouted. Johnny pouted, lips pulled down and his pretty, blue eyes gleaming while he begged you to serve him once, he even threw you his puppy eyes. He pressed himself closer to you, hands finding your hips and pulling you into him, his still growing bulge grinding against your burning core, tingling with the fresh flames of pleasure. He groaned, nuzzling your shoulder and panting loudly, his hot breath hitting your neck in loud puffs and grunts.

“Just one, please? Ah been yer best friend fer so long, dinnea ah deserve one, Bonnie?” You couldn’t tell him no when he looked at you with such a pleading expression, sounding so exhausted and restless.

The moment you gave him a tentative nod, Johnny had you kneeling between his legs, excitedly reaching under his pants to pull out his cock. It hung between his legs, heavy with girth and slightly longer than your ex, balls thick with unspent cum and his trimmed hair musky. You’ve seen his naked body before - from the many shared showers and many moments of comfort - but you never really stared at the length and girth of him. Your flustered cheeks made him coo, running his thumb under your eye and letting you take your time, hands wrapping around the base and wetting your dry lips.

You kissed his engorged tip, tongue swirling around it before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking until your cheeks hollowed and bobbing your head lightly. He tasted salty, the dripping pre rolling down your throat each time you took him deeper, slow and careful because of his size. He was thicker than what you were used to, the girth of his cock hard and covered in crossing veins, bulging and throbbing with a pulse; and he was longer than what you’ve had, the head hitting so deeply, making your throat choke around his cock with every drag over your tongue to the back of your mout.

You jerked the rest of his cock, the part that you couldn’t take, with your hands, fingers dragging the skin across his length and traveling down to cup his balls, fondling with his heavy balls. He swore loudly, unabashed and shamelessly moaning out your name, his fingers running through your hair and tightening and pulling when he hit the back of your throat, his cock jumping when you audibly gagged. His whole body shuddered when he caught the first tears under your fluttering lashes, some stray tears rolled down your cheek, gleaming under the living-room light. 

“‘M close, Bonnie,” he rasped, softly running his fingers through your hair, encouraging you to take him deeper and deeper —to let him fill your stomach with him. 

Invigorated by his words, you bobbed your head faster, choking down your retching and tears, feeling him twitch on your tongue and his pre thickening. He mumbled out a few incoherent words, praises and compliments, telling you how well you were doing and how his best friend had such a good mouth. He let slip out that he would’ve asked for this favour a while back if he knew your mouth was so hot and tight. 

“Moan fer me, let me feel ya.”

You moaned and mewl, letting the sound shake through your throat and mouth vibrating his whole cock, head sinking down on him and slick hands still pumping what you couldn’t fit, coaxing him to come down your throat. When he came, he thrust his hips up, forcing him much deeper as tangy cum spurted from his tip, painting your mouth and throat in thick, white seed. His body shuddered, head thrown back, back arched and limbs tense, holding you still while you swallowed down his cum. 

You gasped and panted when he pulled you off, eyes lidded and lips swollen from the stretch of his shaft. He whispered out praises, pulling you to his lap and peppered your face with doting kisses. He kissed your tears away, and he kissed your lips, his tongue pushing past your teeth and tasting himself in your mouth. Smiling softly at your fiery blush, he pressed his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes with a cheeky expression that made you frown.

“Let me return the favour?”

johnny will text you random stuff to have you put your guard down only to send you

I love it when you start doing ⭕️💢⭕️💢 around my cock as I stuff you full

while you're out in public. You can't flip the phone over fast enough, and your co-worker will have seen the message, playfully teasing, "Just your best friend, huh?"

Once you get back home, his limpid blue eyes will glow in between his dark lashes as he begs for forgiveness and now your head is pressed into the carpet, fibers chafing the delicate skin of your cheek as he viciously snaps his hips against yours, cock filling you to the very brim over and over again.

He's already fucked you through 3 orgasms, and when his pace starts to get sloppy, his hips stuttering, that's when you do the thing he teased you with earlier.

You clamp your walls down on him rhythmically, like your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, and the groan that claws it's way out of his throat is so loud, so obscene, that it sends you careening towards one last climax.

Johnny pumps the last of his cum into your swollen channel, making sure you get every last drop of it before he pulls out his softening length.

"Ah told ye ah love when ye do that."

he's feral for some of his cbf!reader's pussy. Like straight rabid.

Being surrounded by only men, it's put him in a dangerously horny mindset.

He'd be dumb forward too. So much so, that if you hadn't been essentially raised alongside him, you'd call the police.

you don't show up, so he packs his bag and heads straight over to yours.

If you live with your parents? Doesn't gaf, he'll fuck you in your childhood home.

If you don't? Forget about leaving. Forget about even having a job, he'll take care of you. Matter fact, if y'all marry, he'll get paid more.

You're Mrs. Mactavish now, in his head.

The amount of cum that comes out of him on the first round is nothing short of insane. You swear you're somehow going to end up pregnant, even through your birth control.

He just takes you all day, breaks only for eating and drinking water.

When someone from work calls, he just answers quickly, with a 'Sorry ah'm at home with the missus, call back another time.'

Infuriating, but less so when he's pumping you full of his seed.

Pairing: dark childhood best friend!Johnny x fem!reader

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, smut, rough sex, creampie, cheating, size difference, fingering, cunnilingus, manipulation, coercion, gaslighting, tell me if I missed any. Note: there’s no specific order to this you some parts might be confusing.

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