#poly141 angst

Johnny getting his cock sucked off by his ex-girlfriend Crow. Imagine their surprise to see Crow on her knees as Johnny placed his hand on the back of her head. Locking and weaving his fingers into her deep burnished copper hair, Johnny’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as Crow continued to work her tongue along his thick, veiny shaft. 

She stared at him through her long, thick, dark eyelashes. A little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Studying every reaction he made, every move, every twitch. Taking his entire length without any trouble what-so-ever. 

Johnny didn’t have to beg her to touch him like that. Not like he felt like he had to with you. With a gentle nudge, he encouraged her to take him deeper. Which she eagerly obliges. Cheeks hollowing with each bob.

The sound of her saliva, smacking against his shaft, echoed through the living room. A sweet symphony of lust. A song you could have sworn belonged to just the two of them. Belonging to another time, to another place. 

Here it is. Right there in front of him. You can’t blame him for seeking comfort elsewhere, right?

Their dance of carnal desire. A dance which never ended just because the two of them decided breaking up was the better outcome. 

‘Am I The Asshole if I seek out comfort from my ex-girlfriend because my current girlfriend won’t give me any?’ Johnny’s question popped into his head. 

‘Am I The Asshole if I break up with my cheating girlfriend to get back together with my ex?’

These questions lingered around his mind. As his resolve continued to wane, to dilute and wash away. Like a candle’s light flickering, spluttering inside the melting wax. Warmth from Crow’s mouth around his cock, warmer than the cold reality of his life now. His current situation. The end of his relationship. 

She looked up at him, their eyes silently talking of the connection they still have, the one neither of them denied. Her tongue swirled around his tip tasting, taking his pre-cum eager to please. To be at service. 

Her enthusiasm sent a jolt of electricity through him. Johnny’s grip on her hair tightened by a fraction. Guiding her faster, deeper. The warmth from the cavern of her mouth felt like home. Getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Getting so close to the edge of cumming in her mouth. 

This is a dance he knew well. A dance he knew like the back of his hand. 

The way she looked up at him. The little sounds she made as she took him completely. The way she'd swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock—it was all so familiar, so comforting.

Her hands firmly gripping his thighs as she continued to take him. Getting closer to the edge, throwing his back against the plush couch, the deep emerald green velvet couch grabbing one of the cushions to muffle his deep groan. To muffle his moans. 

Crow’s eyes, an amber honey coloured eyes with charcoal and copper streaked through. Johnny’s hand slipped away from her hair, his eyes focusing on the way the light from the setting sun kissed the edges of her cheekbones, casting shadows over the sharp lines of her jaw, highlighting the piercings that glinted as she moved. Her mouth a wet, hot sheath felt like velvet around him, her tongue dancing with a skill that had him clenching his teeth to keep from crying out.

Working him to an orgasm which shook through his entire body like a seizure. He came hard, spurts of cum shot into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Crow took it all, swallowed with a smile, and licked him clean like a kitten.

Crow’s deep kiss afterwards, the taste of his own cum mixed with her saliva. Remnants of his cum on her chin, the sides of her mouth and cheeks. She would have wiped it away with the back of her hand. It would have happened had Johnny decided to stop. He loved to see her marked by him. Claimed by him. Completely and totally his. 

Her eyes looked into his, searching for any kind of guilt, remorse, something he couldn’t quite define. Then it hit him like a freight train in the middle of June. She was looking for any form of regret. Instead, all she found was the raw need inside unsated, 

His wants, his needs denied to him by his current girlfriend.

“Johnny come back! It’s not what it looks like, I promise!” you screamed for him to walk back in. But he didn’t stop. Not for you. Not for his ‘friends’ either. 

He ignored your pleas to go back because he finally knew what kind of person you are now. You were never his to begin with. He was just a placeholder so you could find something ‘better’ than him. He went back to his apartment to think about what else to do. 

His first thought was to move back to Scotland. None of those assholes deserved anything he brought to the table. Though now he just doubts he brought anything to that table at all now. 

Johnny didn’t know where he was going. But he had to go away from all of them. He didn’t want to see any of them. Ever again if he had anything to do with it. The longer he spends away from you. The better it would be.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses because at the end of the day it’s all it is. Excuses, upon excuses. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” 

Johnny didn’t know where he was going. But he had to go away from all of them. He didn’t want to see any of them. Ever again if he had anything to do with it. The longer he spent time away from you. The better it would be.

A mantra to keep himself from spinning out of control. His hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.

You saw his tinder profile go back up. Your heart dropped to your stomach, hoping it wasn't him. Your heart begged for it not to be him. 

It was confirmed to be him when the bio read, ‘Just need a home to go back to. I want to feel loved by you and nobody else’. The same line he texted you on your second date with the guy. Your hands trembled so much, you dropped your phone in shock. 

In Johnny's defence, he didn't know you knew his friends already. “I want a transfer out of task force 141.” He told Captain Price. It wasn't a request. It was a demand. He was demanding a transfer. 

Price looked up at Johnny’s face, he could feel the anger he had for him, Simon and Kyle radiating from Johnny. He didn't know Johnny could be so pointed, so harsh, so willing to leave them for some other team. The form slammed down onto his desk, waiting for his signature so he can finally cut off all ties.

If looks could kill, Price sworn he would be dead already. And Johnny wouldn’t feel any remorse over it either. Fuck with him once shame on him, fuck with him twice shame on you.

Johnny wasn't dumb like you would have loved to call him behind his back. Demolitions, explosives, that doesn't scream dumb ass like you told everyone around you. Laughing at him behind his back like he wouldn't have caught you in the act with his team members. 

As he left their house. The one you slipped off to every night?

He punched John Price over and over until he had to be dragged off. Which didn't stop him from punching Simon, the guy who pulled him off. Who knew such a short guy could hold so much anger? 

Who knew someone like him can hold onto so much spite inside his soul? 

Do you really know who you dated, or did you pretend to care to get what you want from him?

So you can ‘replace’ him with someone else?

Do you really understand what kind of mess you made? Or do you enjoy ruining his sanity so much it borderlines upon sadism?

Whichever it is. Johnny had enough of it. Enough of all of your lies. 

You tried talking to him the next morning. But all you get is his cold shoulder, a cold “Good morning.” and the front door slamming shut as he decided to have breakfast with an ‘old friend’ of his. 

You got suspicious. You didn’t know Johnny had friends who were his longer than any of the men inside of task force 141. 

When you saw him with his ex-girlfriend, his ‘old friend’, what did you expect would happen? Did you really think he would crawl back to you on his hands and knees like some kind of dog? No. 

He has more self-respect than that. Far more than you have ever given him. 

Now that you see him crying into the shoulder of his ex-girlfriend. Her arms wrapped firmly around him as his sobs racked through his body. 

Crow, his ex-girlfriend who he broke-up with because things weren't working out between them. They decided it was better to remain friends afterwards. He never told you because you never asked. 

And because you never asked about her. You are about to lose your boyfriend for good. 

In hindsight, you should have asked if had dated anyone prior to you. Too late now, isn't it? You got what you wanted from him, and now he's gone. You pushed him so far, he snapped. What kind of person does that to someone who wants to be with you? 

Perhaps he didn't see it at first. Perhaps he only thought you were fussy about what kind of treatment you preferred to get from him. 

So you listened in to their conversation, you couldn't help yourself, Part of you wanted to know. Wanted to know more of this mystery woman he used to date, long before you came along.

“Sometimes you don't really know a person as much as you think.” She mused, her voice, rich and deep. Not quite deep as Simon's. But deep enough to feel like it scratched something deep in the back of your skull. 

“I wish she would have just broken up with me. I don't know if I can go back there. I don't think I want to see her.” Johnny's breath hitches, swallowing down another sob building up again. 

“Yeah. I get it. My last boyfriend did the same. Bunch of absolute bullshit.” she agreed. 

“Wait. The fucker cheated on you?!” Johnny was now outraged.

“Yeah. Coincidence? Probably. But he’s out of here and I don’t care.” she mused. “Do you want to come over with your stuff? Maybe we can get you back to Scotland if you decide to move back there.”

“Yeah. I’ll get my stuff together and call you when I’m ready for you to come over.” Johnny settled. Settled for his ex because facing you felt too much like groundhog day. 

All these rules you forced him to follow. While you were gallivanting off with his friends. He felt like he lost two years of his life. 

And he didn’t know who to blame. Him or you. Someone was at fault. But he didn’t know who. 

He felt like the rest of his team would choose your side. They couldn’t be trusted now. 

He didn't want to touch you, you would brush your hand against his, or his thigh, and he would flinch at your touch, pulling away from you completely. 

He would hurry off to the bathroom and call his ex-girlfriend again. 

“She's touching me more now. But I don't like it anymore. I mean, I used to. But now I don't. What the hell am I supposed to do?” 

“Break up with her.”

You swallowed hard when you heard her answer. Short. Straight to point. It didn't leave room to budge or for doubt to creep in. 

“I can't break up with her with no place to stay afterwards. Everything is in her name. I forgot how much control I gave her. I don't think I'll be able to get out of this break up alive, let alone sane.” Johnny groaned, thinking about the next steps he wanted to take. 

“That’s it. I’m coming over to get you.” she said. “Get your shit ready at the front door, and we’ll leave once she sneaks off again.”

Crow pulled up in her Ford F-450 Super Duty, something Johnny felt rather intimidating because she could easily run someone over with that beast. That was the kind of woman she was. Tough as nails,, ready for anything and everything. She was the kind of person who would stand by your side no matter how weird things got.

Johnny was also intimated by it because of how it looked. It wasn't just that it was a big truck. It was the way she drove it. Like she owned the fucking road. Her head held high, her eyes sharp, and her mouth set in a firm line.

But right now it was a comforting sight. He knew he shouldn't feel guilty about his choice. But what else could he do? All his anger is dried up, and now he's just exhausted.

Crow put classical music on as they pulled out of the drive way to head to her home in Coventry. In the state where she used to live with him. The place where he could just exist without having to pretend to be someone else. Someone you liked to see more of because it meant you paid some form of attention to him.

Running away from his problems like his mother said he would. What else could he do? What more could he give? 

He didn’t know what to do. So he turned to his ex-girlfriend like a drowning sailor yelling for help in the open seas. Where were you? Possibly in one of their beds. He didn’t care to know more than that. 

He reactivated his tinder profile and put his notifications on ‘DO Not Disturb’. Likewise, he didn’t want to hear anything from them or you. 

When you came back into your apartment, all of his things were gone, and he was nowhere to be found. You looked all over the apartment. You couldn’t find him. It was like he removed every single part of himself from your life. Just like you wanted, right?

You’re finally getting what you want from him. 

But why do you feel so empty?

Could it be the guilt finally filling your soul until there isn’t much left?

Should you chase after him, or should you let him go?

What should you do?

“That’s it. Be a good boy and spread your legs for me.” Crow whispered into Johnny’s ear. Her hot breath pressing against his neck like a long forgotten memory. 

The hum of the air conditioning in the background, the chill in the air, Johnny knew he should resist temptation. But why should you care if you’re gallivanting everywhere else?

Why should he live by your rules if you never wanted to fuck him in the first place?

Rules like no porn, no masturbating, no sex before marriage, the whole nine yards was a nine yard painful memory of how much of a fucking hypocrite you always were. 

He needed to remove you before you made his entire life miserable as possible. Gotta cut you out like a heinous disease. Ruining every facet of his life as you take what you please. Don’t come crawling back. He’ll slam the door right in your face. He doesn’t need a repeat flavour.

Furthermore, he doesn’t need a repeat dinner. If he never got to eat it in the first place. Take your ego, swallow that pride like did to his comrade’s cum. Don’t try your shit again. He’ll never trust you like he did again. 

Price’s phone calls went straight to his voicemail. Gaz’s text were immediately deleted. Ghost’s lurking were blatantly ignored. 

It was clear he wasn’t going back to them. 

He was going to show them how much he didn’t want them in his life anymore. 

Nothing they could do or say could change his mind anyway. 

He wanted to make you suffer.

He wanted to make you cry. 

He wanted it all. Just so he could feel alright.

Johnny getting his cock sucked off by his ex-girlfriend Crow. Imagine their surprise to see Crow on her knees as Johnny placed his hand on the back of her head. Locking and weaving his fingers into her deep burnished copper hair, Johnny’s eyes rolling to the back of his head as Crow continued to work her tongue along his thick, veiny shaft. 

She stared at him through her long, thick, dark eyelashes. A little smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. Studying every reaction he made, every move, every twitch. Taking his entire length without any trouble what-so-ever. 

Johnny didn’t have to beg her to touch him like that. Not like he felt like he had to with you. With a gentle nudge, he encouraged her to take him deeper. Which she eagerly obliges. Cheeks hollowing with each bob.

The sound of her saliva, smacking against his shaft, echoed through the living room. A sweet symphony of lust. A song you could have sworn belonged to just the two of them. Belonging to another time, to another place. 

Here it is. Right there in front of him. You can’t blame him for seeking comfort elsewhere, right?

Their dance of carnal desire. A dance which never ended just because the two of them decided breaking up was the better outcome. 

‘Am I The Asshole if I seek out comfort from my ex-girlfriend because my current girlfriend won’t give me any?’ Johnny’s question popped into his head. 

‘Am I The Asshole if I break up with my cheating girlfriend to get back together with my ex?’

These questions lingered around his mind. As his resolve continued to wane, to dilute and wash away. Like a candle’s light flickering, spluttering inside the melting wax. Warmth from Crow’s mouth around his cock, warmer than the cold reality of his life now. His current situation. The end of his relationship. 

She looked up at him, their eyes silently talking of the connection they still have, the one neither of them denied. Her tongue swirled around his tip tasting, taking his pre-cum eager to please. To be at service. 

Her enthusiasm sent a jolt of electricity through him. Johnny’s grip on her hair tightened by a fraction. Guiding her faster, deeper. The warmth from the cavern of her mouth felt like home. Getting closer and closer to his orgasm. Getting so close to the edge of cumming in her mouth. 

This is a dance he knew well. A dance he knew like the back of his hand. 

The way she looked up at him. The little sounds she made as she took him completely. The way she'd swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock—it was all so familiar, so comforting.

Her hands firmly gripping his thighs as she continued to take him. Getting closer to the edge, throwing his back against the plush couch, the deep emerald green velvet couch grabbing one of the cushions to muffle his deep groan. To muffle his moans. 

Crow’s eyes, an amber honey coloured eyes with charcoal and copper streaked through. Johnny’s hand slipped away from her hair, his eyes focusing on the way the light from the setting sun kissed the edges of her cheekbones, casting shadows over the sharp lines of her jaw, highlighting the piercings that glinted as she moved. Her mouth a wet, hot sheath felt like velvet around him, her tongue dancing with a skill that had him clenching his teeth to keep from crying out.

Working him to an orgasm which shook through his entire body like a seizure. He came hard, spurts of cum shot into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Crow took it all, swallowed with a smile, and licked him clean like a kitten.

Crow’s deep kiss afterwards, the taste of his own cum mixed with her saliva. Remnants of his cum on her chin, the sides of her mouth and cheeks. She would have wiped it away with the back of her hand. It would have happened had Johnny decided to stop. He loved to see her marked by him. Claimed by him. Completely and totally his. 

Her eyes looked into his, searching for any kind of guilt, remorse, something he couldn’t quite define. Then it hit him like a freight train in the middle of June. She was looking for any form of regret. Instead, all she found was the raw need inside unsated, 

His wants, his needs denied to him by his current girlfriend. 

No wonder he recorded this session with Crow. Sending it to the group chat to prove they weren’t his priority anymore. He didn’t give a fuck anymore. He didn’t care if you saw it, no, he wanted you to sit there and see it happen. If it was up to him? He would have forced you to watch in person. 

Captioning it with: ‘Good luck trying to get this out of your head, fuckers’. Followed by a selfie of himself during with his middle finger flipping them the middle finger as a final, ‘Fuck you’.

The message was sent and the video uploaded. He didn’t look at his phone as eat ate out Crow’s pussy, like a man starving in the face of a banquet. Wining and dining on her pussy like she is a deliciously aged wine. He moans filled the small space, his warm hands on her hips, her skirt on the ground and her shirt unbuttoned. 

He wasn’t going back to them. 

Furthermore, he wasn’t going back to you.

You weren’t his priority anymore, and this was his final straw. 

You saw the video in the group chat, your heart sunk so low inside your stomach, you wanted to scream at him, scream until your throat was sore and aching. 

It is a ‘I’m breaking up with you’ without saying ‘I’m breaking up with you’. All at once. 

But what kind of good would it do now? You lost him because of your own selfish actions. Now you had to lie inside the bed you made. He was happier with her. Finally, someone wanting to touch him, love him, give him what he deserved. And what did you do? You did nothing for him. Ever. You never supported him. Ever. 

You called him a fool behind his back. Now, you're the fool.

Now you know the reason why the Scots call the English cunts. 

You watched the video, the way his tongue curled around her clit, the way her back arched off the couch. It was like watching your life burn in front of you. But you didn’t just watch it burn. You were the one holding the match. You were the one throwing the gasoline on the flame, the reason your house is on fire. You are the reason everything around you is falling to pieces, and you only have yourself to blame. 

You bumped into him again at the coffee shop with Simon, the irony wasn’t completely lost on you this time. Johnny didn’t see you, he saw a ghost, A mere phantom of what you would have been to him hadn’t you been so unfaithful. 

Johnny got up to leave as soon as he saw the two of you, his stomach turning sour, curdling at the mere sight of your face. Nothing could save you from the grave you dug yourself. By yourself. With yourself. 

You had to face the music. No matter what you did now. It certainly didn’t matter anymore. 

Not to him. 

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Johnny grew more distant from Task Force 141. The bond they had once shared, the camaraderie, the trust, all of it eroded away like a cliff in the face of a relentless tide. He couldn’t bear to be around the people who had turned his world upside down.

Price couldn’t take it anymore, and he walked over to Johnny. No. He stormed over to Johnny as he read a book on ‘How to get away with murder’. He clearly wasn’t in the mood for any sob story. Nothing he could pull out of his pockets would fix it. 

"How? You fucked him up harder without actually stuffing your cock inside him. Which is something I didn't think could be done before. But well done. You showed me how." Crow’s words taunted price’s mind. Haunting his every step closer he got to Johnny. 

The mission became Johnny’s priority. Everything else had to wait until he wasn’t angry anymore. Until all his energy to be angry was completely drained out of his body. Leaving him a lone, bitter, empty shell of a man he used to be.

The man he is now? He is cold. Unforgiving. Ignoring each one of his teammates. Only talking when it pertained to the context of the mission. He wasn’t going to give any of them the satisfaction of seeing him crumble. Not for any of them. 

After another mission flew by with passing colours, without another hitch. Price couldn’t take Johnny’s cold shoulder anymore. He couldn’t take another day when Soap didn’t want anything to do with task force 141. 

So he declined Soap’s transfer request in the naive thought he could win him over or die trying. 

Johnny felt the walls closing in on him, suffocating him in his own anger and pain. Every mission, every conversation, every shared glance with his former comrades, it all brought back the betrayal. The taste of it was so bitter, he could feel it in his throat every time he thought of you. You had no right. No right to do this to him. But here he was, stuck in this shit show you had painted for him.

Price tried talking to him again. His words were like acid, burning Johnny's ears. But he had to keep it together. For the mission. For the sake of everyone's lives. The team needed him, even if he didn’t need them. The thought of you and them, laughing, smiling, enjoying each other’s company made him want to rip apart everything he saw.

But Johnny had to focus. He couldn’t let his anger control him. He was the bomb disposal expert, the one who kept them all safe when the shit hit the fan. The irony of it all was not lost on him. You had thrown a grenade into his life and now he was dodging shrapnel without any of their help. Without any of their care.

He threw himself into his work, becoming more detached with each passing day. The camaraderie that once filled the air between them now a chilly silence. They knew better than to push him, but the distance grew like a chasm between them. The only thing keeping him from completely losing it was the mission at hand. The only thing that kept him from walking away from everything was the promise of revenge.

Johnny's thoughts were consumed by the moments he had shared with Crow. The comfort she had provided, the way she had made him feel seen and desired again. The way she took him in, without hesitation or judgement. It was a stark contrast to the cold shoulder he had gotten from you, and it was a feeling he craved more than anything else.

Johnny fucked her right in front of you, forcing you to watch the entire thing. It was a show of dominance, a declaration of his freedom. You had pushed him too far, and now he was going to show you what you had lost.

You sat in the bedroom watching his cock go deep inside her. You couldn’t believe your eyes. But there it was. The proof staring back at you like a mirror. Reflecting the reality you didn’t want to face. The reality that Johnny had moved on. Without you. Without even looking back.

The way she moaned for him. The way he fucked her. It was like watching a horror movie you never wanted to see. But you couldn’t turn it off. You were the villain in this story. You had done this to him. You had pushed him to seek solace elsewhere. To find comfort in the warm embrace of someone who actually wanted him. Someone who didn’t just use him as a placeholder.

He forgave the affair. But he never forgave you.