I’ll Be Fine - Johnny (M)

koreankollection:

Requested:
could i request a walking in on Johnny scenario? 😅 i know some people
aren’t comfortable writing about masturbation so if you’re one of those it’s
cool, i just thought I’d give it a shot?… [kek ;) you’ll never guess who
asked for this.]
Requested: Can i request a Johnny smut where
he’s masturbating thinking of y/n but she finds out and stay outside the room
watching him until he discovers and they end up having sex? If it’s not too
much of course. Sorry, English is not my first language!

A/N:
SORRY THIS IS WAY OVERBOARD-
Me: “hmm, what should I do for the ending-?”
Brain: “just fuck everyone up with some bullshit”

P.S.: Italicized words are a flashback-

**SMUT
AHEAD!!**

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“I’ll
be fine” he assured.

His
sudden tender expression made your heart seize.

“Johnny-
I’m sorry” you began, regretting your earlier words.

He
gave you a small smile before stepping from the car. You watched as he silently
closed the door, slowly making his way toward the elaborate hotel doors. You
watched as he entered solemnly, bringing a hand up to his cheek as he made his
way through the empty lobby.
A horn blared behind you, startling you. With trembling hands, you grasped the
steering wheel.

You
drove through the night, the bright neon lights of the city whizzing by, the
loud laughter and chatter of those outside dulled. It was silent, lonely,
deadening. You could only think of Johnny, remembering your earlier words.

—

“I
think we should take a break-”

“You
want to break up?”

“No-
I didn’t say that…” you retorted.

“Can
you at least not lie to me?”

His
eyes met your own, his voice soothing.

“I’m
not lying! It’s because-”

“I
don’t want to know” he interrupted, his expression solemn.

He
faced forward, ignoring your imploring gaze.

“Take
me back.”

—

You
pulled over, letting out a pathetic sob, a feeling of self-loathing igniting
within.

Recklessly,
you turned around, desperate to see him again.

—

“Room
702” the elderly woman replied from behind the desk, squinting at the bright
screen before her.

You
rushed toward the elevators, impatiently jabbing the button. You grew anxious
with each second. The shrill ‘ding’ of the elevator relieving your anxiety. You
stepped in, hesitantly pressing the button marked ‘7^th’.
You paced within the small elevator, growing nervous as you thought of him.
What if he was angry- or didn’t answer the door?
The pristine, metal doors of the elevator opened, revealing the 7^th
floor. You felt your chest constrict as your eyes searched the numbers upon the
doors.
You made your way to ‘702’. You drew in a deep breath, knocking loudly. You
stared at the door, waiting for it to swing open. However, nothing. You
furrowed your eyebrows together, bringing your ear to the door.

“Johnny?”

Your
cry went unanswered. You began to worry, reaching for the door handle.
You let out an exasperated exhale, noticing the card reader above the handle.
Helpless, you glanced down the corridors, spotting a janitor.

“Excuse
me! Can you please help-?”

She
seemed to notice your desperation and quickly withdrew her master key,
unlocking the door for you.

“Thank
you!”

You
made your way inside, slowly closing the door behind you. You were greeted with
the quiet hum of music. You followed the soft hum, making your way through the
dark and spacious hotel room. You heard a groan, the familiar voice making your
throat constrict. You followed the chorus of sinful moans you had memorized; the thought of him with another woman making you stagger.

You
peaked in the dim room hesitantly, the vague light of the bedside lamp casting
a warm glow on the man whom lay on the bed. Your dreary eyes trailed over his
bare form, his chiseled features glinting in the light.
Your eyes widened as your name sounded through the sweltering room, a loud cry
following shortly after.
His large hand massaged his stiff length roughly. You watched as he gripped his
shaft, beginning to pump vigorously.

You
brought your hand to your mouth, the sharp action catching Johnny’s attention.
He covered himself, startled.

“Johnny”

He
remained silent, shaking his head.

“Stop!”
he yelled, bringing his hands to his face.

He
let out a choked sob, murmuring something to himself.

“Stop” he told himself, his chest heaving.

“Johnny-
I’m here” you said softly, making your way to the bed.

He
ignored you, murmuring to himself. You sat on the edge of the bed, glancing at
the tent beneath the sheets. Slowly, you pulled away the sheets, your hand
ghosting over his throbbing length as you hesitated.
His hands left his face as he gazed at you in bewilderment. Your eyes trailed from his
manhood to his wavering gaze, reddened from his senseless crying. You leant in,
melding your lips with his own. Worried, you slowly crawled on the bed.
Johnny’s lips stilled, his hands ghosting over your hips as you straddled him.
You pressed urgent kisses to his plump, saline, lips, muttering an apology. You
pulled back, eager to hear his voice.
His eyes were vast seas of love, adoration, awe, confusion, hurt, and betrayal.

“I’m sorry- I need you” you cried quietly, pressing a tender kiss to his shoulder.

His
hands smoothed over your hair endearingly before he winced, shifting beneath you. You
drew back, concerned. He grew bold, taking the opportunity to push you off. A
wave of hurt washed over you, as you roughly landed on the sheets.
You hurt was replaced with bewilderment as his large hands pinned your
shoulders to the bed, his form looming over your own.

“John-”

He
silenced you, smothering your lips with his own. You let out a muffled whine,
yearning to hold him. His stiff length brushed your thigh, his pre-cum smudging
on the soft skin. His hands left your shoulders, moving to the buttons of your
blouse. His lips trailed to your neck, leaving wet kisses over the sensitive
skin as his feverish hands rushed to expose you. Your small hands wove into his
hair, encouraging him to continue.
He drew back, roughly hiking your skirt up. He let out a groan of contentment,
gazing upon your disheveled form. His eyes traced over your beautiful features
slowly, noting how your hair framed your face angelically. He inhaled sharply
as his eyes trailed over your chest, your breasts begging to be freed from
their pale confinement; your blouse, messily draped open.
You propped your legs up, gently brushing his sides. Your touch seemed to pull
him from his trance.

“Gorgeous”
he whispered, leaning down to kiss the valley of your breasts endearingly.

Your
body grew hotter with his praise, the need for his touch overwhelming.
You trembled as his fingers brushed your panties to the side slyly.

“Please-”
you breathed, eager for his touch.

He observed
your expression as his agile fingers toyed with your slick folds, the pad of
his index finger pressing into you. Your gaze met his own, a sea of emotions in
his eyes. You closed your eyes, arching from the bed as his palm dug into your plump
clit. He drove his fingers into you, eliciting a wanton cry.

“Look
at me” he demanded.

You
looked upon him with a sultry gaze before he ground his large palm against your
sensitive clit again. Knitting your eyebrows together, your chest heaved as a melody
of sweet cries left your lips.
Your hands went to his wrist, wanting control. However, your weak hold was
senseless, he had complete control over you. Your thighs trembled as you
chanted his name, your orgasm approaching.

He
was merciless, his palm pressing against your swollen nub as his fingers curled
inside you.
You groaned, your voice failing you as you came on his fingers.
He withdrew his glossy fingers, gripping your thighs. You let out a small yelp
as he pushed them up, guiding your legs over his shoulders agilely, your heels
limply dangling from his broad shoulders. He glanced down, aligning the head of
his member with your damp core.
You gripped his biceps as he eased in. He let out an unsteady groan, his jaw
clenching. He paused, reveling in the familiar sensation.
His hips began to move rhythmically, his thrusts generous.
You watched his expression contort, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“I
love you” he murmured, dropping his head.

His
trusts grew rough, his hands moving to your waist. The mattress lurched, the
headboard hitting the wall. You panted, lewd sounds filling the eerie room. Your
hold tightened, your eyes closing. Your breasts bounced wildly, your
constricting bra barely able to reap control.
Johnny let out a cry of ecstasy, his hips stuttering. You relaxed into the
mattress, the room going quiet, the only audible sounds that of your heavy
breathing. He slumped against you, encasing you in his arms.

“Why
did you come back?”

“I…
I love you” you whispered, raking a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Then
why-”

“I’m
pregnant.”

ok, fyi only like a week pregnant

-Admin Finn