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[snow storm] nct johnny

warnings: couch sex, drinking, jerking, overstimulation

words: 1983

Johnny and you were in the middle of the second movie of your weekly movie night when both got a notification about the current storm snow. "Avoiding going outside is highly recommend"

— Well, I guess you're trapped here. — You said, pausing the movie and looking at Johnny.

— Oh no, so unfortunate. — You laughed at his sarcastic tone. — Are any of the pajamas I've left clean?

— Yes, all of them actually. You have plenty to choose from. — Johnny nodded and played the movie back.

After the movie ended, you went to the bathroom while Johnny cleaned.

The moment you walked out of the bathroom, all the lights turned off.

— Perfect, I was ready for the next movie. — You whined, walking to the living room using the flashlight of your phone to guide you. 

You threw yourself to the couch and heard Johnny getting closer. — Do you have candles?

— Just the ones we used for your birthday. — You looked at him, he shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the floor in front of you.

— It's really early too. — He said, checking the hour on his phone. — We should save the battery of our phones just in case. There's no signal or wifi anyways. — You said, threshing your phone to the little table in front of Johnny.

He imitated you and laid back on the couch. — Now what?

— Do you want to get drunk? I have tequila, vodka and rum. — Johnny laughed and nodded.

After a few rounds of shots, Johnny suggested to play through or dare, but since you were getting drunk pretty fast, it became only asking nasty questions.

— God, did she really call you "daddy"? — You laughed, taking another shot of rum.

— And kept doing it after I told her to stop. I've never had my dick softening that fast before. — It was his turn to have a drink of vodka before asking. — What about you? What was your worst time having sex?

You tried to remember. — Oh, when this guy I met at a party kept moaning his ex's name. — You left the glass shot on the table. — I ignored it at first, he was really good, but I got tired and told him to fuck his ex if he missed her that much.

— What an asshole. — Johnny got up off the floor and moved your legs so he could finally sit down beside you. But you stretched them again over his. 

— Ok, time to talk about our bestest.

— Oh you know her, actually. My last fuck buddy. 

— But there has to be this one time you really loved.

— Are you sure you want me to describe it?

— I'm going to do the same, anyways. 

— Fine… Don't laugh, but there's this time we were so desperate to fuck that we did it in my car. — You bit your lip while looking at Johnny. — You?

— Remember the guy I told you that sent me a dick pic once? — Johnny nodded. — I actually answered after a week.

— Wait, you sent nudes?

— Just with him. Then I invited him over and…

— Oh god, don't tell me you fucked on this couch.

— That one. — You pointed at the armchair at the corner of the room that you never use.

— Was it comfortable?

— Very. We did it multiple times.

Johnny stayed silent while looking at the armchair for a minute before talking. — I dare you to show me your favorite position.

You arched a brow, still pretty drunk. Johnny and you always teased each other, and even made out once, but you never took it further even when, at least, you wanted to. 

— Fine, but you can't touch me.

Johnny pushed your legs and went to the armchair, sitting on it and waited for you. He looked different than the other guy, of course he was bigger and barely could have his legs spread.

You walked to him and turned around, sitting over his crotch. He took a deep breath and clenched the fabric of the armchair.

You laid back until your back was against his chest and turned your face, feeling his heart beat like crazy. — Your turn. — You whispered.

— You have to turn around for that. — Johnny whispered back, finally being able to touch you.

You straddled him and placed your hands on his shoulders, but he put them on the back of the armchair. — This way you can help yourself bounce on my cock. — He stroked the exposed skin and lifted the fabric of your pajama shorts, making you sigh. — And there's another one, you want me to show you?

You nodded and let him push you to the side, telling you to stay in that position. He placed himself behind you, rubbing his dick on your butt.

You pushed yourself back, meeting his hips. He grabbed your hips and started to slowly hump you. 

— Now you see why I like it? — Johnny asked, fastening his pace.

You moaned and nodded, grabbing one of your boobs over your shirt and squeezed it.

Johnny couldn't control himself anymore and pulled your shorts down, leaving you with your underwear. You turned your face when you felt his hands leave you and found him pulling his jeans down.

He humped you harder this time, making sure to brush his cock over your cunt. You met his hips midway and moaned, loving how good he was making you feel.

No words were exchanged, not even after you two cummed. He held you against him, preventing you to fall.

He finally let you go and went back to the couch, and before he could pull his jeans up, you straddled him again.

— I don't think I'm drunk enough. — Johnny said. His gaze followed you, watching you pour a shot of tequila for each.

— We weren't drunk the last time we made out. — You said, chugging the shot and waiting for him to do the same.

— Are we going to make out? — He took the shot and hugged with one arm so he could let the shot on the table without dropping you.

You hugged him from his shoulders and whined when his dick twitched under you. Both still only with your underwear.

— We can always blame the alcohol in case something else happens. — You whispered while playing with the hem of his shirt.

— And what else can happen here? Because not even 5 minutes ago I cummed in my boxers by just humping you, I would be more than pleased if we do it again. 

— Only humping? 

— Unless you have a condom I can use. — You cursed under your breath, you didn't remember.

You got up and ran to your room, Johnny laughed and patiently waited. You looked so excited when you ran back to him with three condoms in your hand.

— Are these enough? — You got back to your place and put the condoms beside his legs.

— We'll see… — Johnny pulled you and kissed you hard, immediately attacking your mouth with his tongue.

Your hips started to hump his cock again, causing both of you to curse over each other's mouths. You felt wet again and sucked on Johnny's lower lip before humping him faster.

But Johnny couldn't wait any longer, he ripped one of the condoms and pushed you to finally free his cock, the tip was red and glistening with precum. You loved the way the condom rolled down his long cock, aching for him to be inside you. You hovered over him and moved your panties to the side.

Johnny guided the tip to your entrance and let you sink down at your own pace.

He was long and a little bit thick. You moaned when he bottomed you out. His hand traveled to your neck and kissed you.

— Wait… — You said when he tried to thrust into you. It was a little bit too much for you.

Johnny tried again, this time slowly. 

But peace didn't rule for long, when you finally got used to his size, you were jumping on him, obsessing over his cock fucking you deep. 

You took off your shirt and let Johnny play with your tits, his shirt also flying away. You were only in your underwear and he still had his boxers and jeans on, but none of you seemed to care.

You felt your thighs cramp, and suddenly stopped. Johnny put you down on the couch and fully undressed, but left your underwear on. He went back into you and showed nor mercy, his hips started to ram against you, making you moan really loud.

Your finger dug deep in his arms beside your head, you weren't in control over your body anymore, it was him and just him.

But Johnny's sanity wasn't any better than yours; his sight was blurry, his mouth was dry, he was going to cum at any second. And so did you.

Your fingers were toying with your clit, prolonging your orgasm and waiting for him to fill the condom. 

Johnny pulled out and removed the condom, tying it and placing it over a napkin. He sat down and pulled you with him, making you straddle him again. 

Your eyes went immediately to his cock. — Are you still drunk? — You asked, your eyes not leaving his dick.

— After that, I doubt it.

— We didn't do my favorite position. — You said, stroking him.

Johnny hissed, still sensitive. — Right, how selfish of me. — With his head laid back, he let you spit on your hand to help you jerking him.

You were able to feel how he was getting harder and harder with your help. He then removed your hand and jerked himself, you gave him another condom and waited for him to put it on. 

Once he was ready, you turned around and helped him line himself, and you wished you would've gone slower, cause you practically sank down, whimpering.

— Shit… — Johnny cursed when you tighten around him.

You laid your back against  his chest, sighing with the new angle. Johnny pulled your legs and positioned them on the couch.

You were so done.

Before you could fully hold yourself, his hips rammed up against your cunt, earning the loudest moans you’ve ever made.

His lips were on your neck, not long after he started to leave marks. His fingers were pinching your nipples and you were a moaning sweaty mess. 

The fast pace he had made his dick slipped out of you, making you whine. He re-inserted himself and continued to abuse your poor hole. 

— You feel so good, John… — Your fingers went to your clit, but he pushed away.

— Let me do it.

It was overwhelming; his balls hitting with every thrust, one hand on your nipples and the other on your clit. 

— Johnny… — You couldn't properly finish the sentence, he was all over you and you loved it.

— Are you going to cum? 

You just nodded, reaching your hand to his hair and pulled it, scratching his neck in the process.

Johnny didn’t give you time to recover when you finally cum, and you tried to pull yourself away from him, but his strong arms around you stopped you.

— It’s too much. — You whined, digging your nails on the skin of his arm. 

— Give me another one, love.

You shook your head, you were practically crying. But your body just gave up. It started to feel too hot for your liking, being in your own body burned like shit.

When Johnny finally stopped, you felt his fingers cleaning the tears from your cheeks.

— Are you ok? — You heard his voice too far, like an echo.

— That was so good. — You earned a chuckle from him. 

— Go get cleaned up, I’ll take care of the couch.

It was when it hit you. His thighs, and yours too, were too sticky. And not to mention the state of the poor couch. 

— God… We should do this more often, don’t you think?