Can You Do An Older! Experienced!Dallas Winston X Fem!reader Smut??? I Js Feel Like It Would Be So Fire

i've never seen a more beautiful and delectable man in my entire life like omg i want to do devious activities w this man

guys i'm cooking 😈

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UPDATE

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haii could you write something about having to have a fake relationship with johnny cade but u end up catching feelings? nsfw maybe? thank youuuuu

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ i'm not in love

— johnny cade x reader

song 𝄞 i'm not in love by 10cc

warnings: language, pnv, nsfw

it was meant to be a simple favour, one that lasted a week at most. but of course, things never go the way you plan.

"you want me to what?" your best friend practically shrieked, his cheeks flushed.

"just for a week, maybe a few days? please Johnny." you begged, clasping your hands together. he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"I mean.. I guess.." he said reluctantly, not because he didn't want to do it, but because it was going to be hard, and it was going to hurt.

earlier that week, you had seen your ex-boyfriend flaunting some other girl, and it made you jealous more than anything. the way he presented her like a trophy, as if he had won the prize for biggest douchebag and worst ex-boyfriend. you wanted to get him back, so you did the only thing that you thought of in that moment.

you asked your best friend, Johnny Cade, if he would pretend to date you. it'll be easy you thought to yourself.

you and Johnny were each others best friend. a day rarely went by where you hadn't seen each other for at least for a second. you told each other anything and everything, well... almost everything.

Johnny liked you, no, he loved you. at first, he figured he felt that way because you were one of the first people to show that they truly cared for him. he assumed that as time went on, the feeling would go away and would turn more platonic, but it never did.

every time you turned away from him, he'd stare. every time you'd laugh, he'd smile and fall asleep thinking about it later that night. he loved everything about you, even your flaws which he would always protest that you didn't have.

as the years went by, he always tried to send you small hints about his feelings, but you'd never catch on. either because they were too subtle or you wanted to ignore them, it didn't matter.

what mattered was that as soon as he saw you with another boy, his arm around your waist as you laughed together and stared at one another affectionately, he knew that he had lost. "man, don't worry about her. listen, I can hook you up with this girl I know. she's from-" Dally rambled after Johnny had told him what he'd saw.

of course, Dally didn't really pick up on Johnny's heartbreak as Dallas Winston himself was rarely heartbroken. when he went to Ponyboy about it, he was more empathetic. still, he didn't quite understand. nobody understood, because the only person who only ever truly understood him.. was you.

now, as he stood outside on the Curtis porch late at night, smoking a cigarette by your side, he couldn't help but feel his heart break even more at your request.

he shrugged it off as if it were nothing, but it wasn't just nothing. he knew that this whole idea would be a disaster, because he knew that every time you two would hug or "kiss", in your mind, it was fake. but oh how Johnny wished so desperately that it was real.

"so uh.." Johnny began, exhaling smoke through his nose, "what do we do? together- I mean."

"we do what couples do" you shrugged, but Johnny's face contorted into confusion. Johnny had never been in a relationship, ever. so the idea of doing "couple things" was foreign to him. "oh, right. well, we hug.. we touch.. maybe kiss?"

kiss? Johnny thought to himself, but it's just fake kisses, right? she ain't mean the real thing?

although the idea of kissing his crush wasn't unappealing, it was daunting. he was paranoid, paranoid that you would see through his nonchalant facade and see the real him. you'd see that he was really, truly in love with you.

later that week, you both went to a party where to you first showed off your new "relationship" and made yourselves public.

and when you saw your ex stare at the both of you with his new girl by his side, you pulled Johnny in for a passionate kiss without thinking. and instead of it being a quick peck, it turned into a full make out session on the couch.

you weren't sure what got a hold of you, but you weren't complaining all that much. he was a surprisingly good kisser despite not being very experienced (from your knowledge) and his taste was addicting. when your lips touched his, you felt your stomach flutter and heart pound as if.. it felt.. real.

when you first kissed Johnny, he felt as though he were in a dream, and at any minute he was going to wake up. he was in a love sick daze as your tongues intertwined and his hands found their way to your waist as your hands climbed into his hair.

after a few minutes, you pulled away and looked back to see your ex fuming, bringing a smile to your face. however, when you looked back at Johnny, his expression was anything but happy.

he pulled you off of him gently, clearly upset. "you okay Johnny? i'm sorry if that was too much, I-"

"nah, it ain't that. don't worry about it" he shrugged you off, staring off into the crowd of the party. after a few minutes of awkward silence between the two of you, he cleared his throat and got up. "um.. imma.. go get us a drink."

after that night, you two continued your little scheme— but every time you would pull him into a kiss or hold his hand, you couldn't help but feel warm inside. it was if it was meant to be real, it felt right. the way your hands perfectly fit his, the way your lips melded together as if they were made for each other. but every time you'd pull away, that all faded. you'd remember what you had set out to do, as did Johnny. still, that feeling never went away. and as the days passed, the feeling grew stronger until you had almost forgotten why you were faking it in the first place.

"so, Johnny" you began, Johnny sitting across from you, sipping his coke whilst listening intently. "there's another party this weekend and.. he's gonna be there. we should go yeah?"

Johnnys shoulders dropped, "sure.." he said unenthusiastically.

"you okay?" you asked, fiddling with the wrapping of your straw. it seemed to you that recently, whenever you devised a plan, he wasn't that into it. it was as if he didn't want to continue on with the act out of boredom.. or.. something else?

"how much longer are we gonna be doin' this for?" he asked in a frustrated tone, causing you to be taken back a bit.

"uh.. I don't know, a week maybe?"

"okay, well you said that last week and the week before that. and no offence bab- y/n," he caught himself, realising you two weren't acting at that moment. still, him almost calling you that made your heart flutter. "I don't think he really... cares" he clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably in the seat of the booth.

those words hurt you a little, because he was right. whenever you saw your ex, he stopped looking at you. whenever you kissed or hugged Johnny in front of him, he barely bat an eye. but what hurt you the most was that you knew that your ex didn't care anymore, you didn't even care anymore. you just didn't want this trip to end, because whether or not you wanted to admit it to yourself, you liked Johnny as more than a friend. you wanted to keep kissing him and hold hands as a real couple, not a fake one.

"okay well.. maybe if we just give it a few more days he will come back ar-" you started, but Johnny cut you off by slamming cash down on the table before grabbing his jean jacket and leaving the Diner, no further words exchanged.

you felt so guilty, so guilty that you were leading him on. that you clearly had feelings for him that you were too cowardly to say out loud.

you knew that he was over it, and you knew that there was no point in continuing the act. so, you decided to do the only thing that seemed right.

"Johnny.." you said from behind him as he sat on the porch of the Curtis home.

things had been tense between the two of you, and whenever you would both get together with the gang, they could tell that something was up. they knew about your plan, they also knew how Johnny felt about you. so when you began to act weird around one another, they could already tell what had happened.

when you sat beside Johnny, you could hear the gang talking about it inside the house despite the front door being closed, their rowdy voices booming.

"listen Johnny, this ain't working. I think you're right, he doesn't care anymore. so.. there's no point, y'know? i'm sorry I.. dragged this on." you stated, staring at him, only this time, he didn't stare back. he kept his eyes on the path leading up to the house, a cigarette hanging from his lips.

"let's talk about this at yours" he said, standing up and snuffing the cigarette bud out with his shoe. he walked out the gate, forcing you to follow after him.

the walk to the house was quiet and awkward, making you feel tense and almost embarrassed. as soon as the both of you entered your empty home, Johnny immediately pulled you into him, smashing his lips onto yours without warning. even though it took you by surprise, it didn't take long for you to kiss him back. "what was that for?" you whispered after he pulled away.

"i'm tired of pretending." he whispered back before pulling you back into him.

both of you continued kissing as you made your way down the hallway toward your bedroom, bumping into picture frames as you tore off each others clothes.

you didn't bother to close the door of your bedroom as you lived alone, instead flopping onto your mattress and clean linen sheets.

by this point you and Johnny were now stripped down to your undergarments. Johnny laid sloppy and rough kisses against your neck, ones that were sure to leave a display of marks. he slowly began to kiss down your chest, fondling your breasts over your bra as he looked up at you for permission to take it off. you nodded, arching your back as he slipped his hands behind and unclipped the clasp.

you pulled off your bra, tossing it onto the floor. Johnny stared for a moment, almost in awe, before immediately latching his mouth onto one of your nipples whilst his fingers worked on the other. you whimpered at the sensation, running your fingers through his dark locks.

Johnny was practically in heaven. ever since he had developed feelings for you, he has wanted nothing more than feel you close, to feel your skin against his. and every time you'd wear a shirt that showed cleavage or outlined your curves, his mind would wander to places that he would never want to admit.

after a few moments, you pulled Johnny in for another kiss before pulling away, both of you panting and breathless. "you sure you wanna do this?" you asked, and he nodded.

as you reached over to your drawer to pull out a condom, and before you placed it onto his length, Johnny grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "is this real?" he asked nervously.

you stared deep into his beautiful, brown, sorrowful eyes. they looked as if they were pleading with you to say yes. and as you thought and reflected about you and Johnny, you began to feel all of the suppressed emotions from long ago. you liked Johnny, you always had. but it was more than that now, it was love. when you had developed your feelings, you pushed them down as you didn't want to mess up your friendship. but no matter what, they always lingered. through every look, every touch, every hug, every kiss— even if they were all fake— they were also real.

"yes. it's real." you whispered with a smile, cupping his face, "I love you"

"I love you too." he whispered back as he held your hand in his whilst his other guided himself into you. you both let out a moan, though yours was more of a grimace as you had to adjust.

he hiked one of your legs over his hips, allowing him to get a better angle. you stared into his eyes as he held your hand, thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace. you let out soft moans as he would let out whimpers and grunts, fuelling each other further. "god you fit me so well baby" Johnny whispered into your ear before peppering sweet kisses onto the crook of your neck.

"feels.. so.. good" you croaked as he continued to fuck you, hitting all the right places.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he whispered gingerly, his thumb stroking your cheek as he admired your face and its features.

"faster please" you whimpered, and he obeyed, speeding up without a moments thought.

you immediately began moaning louder, as did he. your grip on one another's bodies got tighter, as did your walls around him. you could feel a pleasurable warmth swelling in your stomach, one that would only come around when you were on the edge of orgasm.

"i'm gonna.. cum" you whimpered, your nails digging into Johnnys back as his tip continued to kiss that spot within you over and over.

"I know baby, but can you be a good girl and hold it for me?" he asked, almost sympathetically, as if he wasn't the one fucking your brains out and making your mind go fuzzy. you didn't say anything, only nodding and whimpering in response.

after a few more rough thrusts along with Johnny's moans getting increasingly louder. Johnny nodded at you, allowing you to both let go together. he continued to thrust, slowing down as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. "good girl, that's it."

he stayed inside you for a moment as you both caught your breath before he laid a kiss on your forehead and stood up, whispering a quick "gimmie a sec" before throwing the condom in the trash and walking to the bathroom.

you laid out on your bed in a fucked our daze, staring at the ceiling as you thought about what just happened. Johnny then returned with a damp, warm rag and began to clean up the mess that he made between your thighs. "did so good baby" he whispered as he kissed the inner parts of your thighs.

after tossing the rag to the side, he laid next to your, pulling you into him and laying soft kisses onto the top of your head, your face buried into the crook of his neck.

despite it being unexpected, you couldn't have been happier. you had finally gotten who you wanted all along, not your ex, but Johnny.

and despite needed to evaluate your relationship with him, you were too happy to care in that moment. cause it was just you and your sweet boy, your Johnny.

@r0seb100d @avroravia @johnnycadesslut @seilahdiaries

I don't really know if you write for two-bit but if you do can you write some sfw and nsfw headcanons about him please

୭. ₊˚ . sorry, i dont write for two-bit :(

· . ༄࿔ johnny cade x dreamy!reader

੭* ‧ ₊° older!dallas x reader

his voice omg

₊ ˚. ✩ this was all for you

— dallas winston x runaway!reader

song 𝄞 nettles by ethel cain

warnings: language, mentions of sex, smoking + alcohol

365 days, 12 months, 8,760 hours, 525,600 minutes, and 31,560,000 seconds. that's how long you had been gone.

when you first went missing, everyone thought that you had been kidnapped. maybe you were on a walk and some creepy old man snatched you away, or maybe you said 'no' to the wrong guy and got unlucky— but Dallas knew the truth, because he got the truth gifted to him, straight from you. the note that you left on his bed told it all, and it revealed to him that he was the one who got unlucky.

dear my dearest dally,

by the time you find this letter, i will be gone. there is no point in trying to catch up to me as i haven't told anyone where i'm going and i am long gone by now, hopefully. i want to be honest and clear. bel i didn't leave because of you, if it were, i would tell you. i left because i couldn't take it anymore. i couldn't take the constant fighting of sides, the rumbles, the constant fearing for my well being when i'm out on a walk in town. i felt trapped in that town, and no one could hear me scream, except for you. i can't you were the only one who truly understood what i was going through. you were the only one who ever truly knew me. i don't want you to track me down, i want you to stay away live out your life the way you deserve to live it. i was a burden, and you had your own burdens to deal with. i was dragging you down with me and even if you don't want to admit it, it's the truth. i'm sorry, dallas. i love you more than you will ever know. everything that i did was for you.

when Dally read the letter, he wanted to rip it to shreds, set the scraps on fire and watch them burn.. but he didn't. instead, he cried softly into the paper, smearing the ink and smudging the words. Dallas Winston didn't cry, not for anything or anyone, not even for Johnny.

his throat felt clogged and his mouth began to salivate, as if he were about to throw up. it didn't feel real to him at first, he thought that maybe this was some big joke and that you would walk through the door a few seconds later to hug him and tell him that you were sorry, that you didn't mean to hurt him. but the door stayed closed, and you stayed gone.

after Dally gathered himself, he did exactly what you told him not to do, go looking for you. but you knew that he wouldn't listen to your words, so you took extra care in covering your tracks.

when he went to your apartment to look for clues, the furniture was all covered in white sheets like an old abandoned home in those scary movies the both of you used to watch together. he opened every drawer, scanned every nook and cranny, and even the tiny cracks in the walls that had been there since you first invited him over before you two even began dating. nothing. everything was spotless, not even dust remained for him to find. the only thing left was the scent of you, still somewhat lingering in the air.

after doing a million more checks of the same spots, Dally was convinced that you truly were gone. before he left, he walked over to the window sill you two would share a cigarette at after sex or a long night of talking. he ran his fingers over the engraved initials on the wooden window sill, ones that he carved out of his switchblade and you scolded him for, complaining that he would have to fix it later, but of course, he never did.

after that day, he tried to forget about you. whenever someone would bring you up, you'd shrug and pretend to not know you. whenever he had sex with other girls, he would try to not moan out your name or think about your lips kissing that sweet spot on his neck that no one else knew about. whenever he would walk by a bush of gardenias, he would hold his breath as they smelt exactly like your perfume. though he did all of these things, you still lingered. like a character haunting the narrative of his story.

he stuffed the letter under his mattress as to preserve it whilst also keeping it out of sight and out of mind. he would occasionally think about flipping it up and pulling the paper out, but he held back, for he knew the pain he would feel by just seeing your handwriting was too much.

why? why didn't she take me with her? it would've been safer, better he always thought to himself, the inner turmoil overtaking his mind.

slowly, he began to somewhat accept it. he no longer wanted to forget you, but embrace the fact that you came and left. he began to pick petals off of the gardenia bush every time he walked past it and stuff them in his pockets. and every time someone mentioned your name, he would no longer tense up, but instead acknowledge it and move on. still, you lingered, and he could never get rid of the pang in his heart when he thought of the way you would hold him close at night, the way you would brush your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp in the way he liked it. sometimes, when he was having a drink at Bucks, he would think about the way you would always have little sips of your alcohol, saying that any bigger was too much.

tonight was no different. as he sat at the bar, staring into his whiskey, he couldn't help but think of you. "hey Dal? you still with us?" Two-Bit asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"uh yeah" he said, attempting to play it off, but everyone knew that he was thinking about you. since you left, he hasn't been the same, and his friends would see it every time they looked at him. "so uh we still going to the rodeo on friday?"

"you bet" Soda chuckled, patting him on the back before returning to their previous conversation. Dally was looking forward to that rodeo as it would get you off of his mind as you weren't a rodeo gal, always complaining that it was too violent and upsetting to see people get hurt and animals taken advantage of, despite him always telling you that they were well maintained and fed. there was nothing of you that was left behind in that stadium.

once friday rolled around, the gang all got ready and headed to the rodeo, adrenaline pumping in excitement to see cowboys be kicked on their asses. they would whoop and holler on their way to the entrance from the parking lot, swinging their bandanas above their head like a lasso.

as they took their seats and waited for the show to start, Dally scanned the crowd, the house full.

suddenly, his heart stopped. he swore- no? it couldn't be you, could it? you left. you were gone and you weren't coming back. and you didn't like rodeos, you hated them. you would always refuse to go them and would instead suggest a movie or dinner somewhere.

as the crowd roared for the first person who was about to mount their bull, the person got up and began to head toward the exit where the food was. he didn't even wait a second before he followed suit, heading toward your side of the venue.

as he got closer and his vision cleared, that's when he saw it. you. it really was... you.

he stormed toward you, rage building up within him, ready to shout at you and berate you in anger about you leaving. but once he saw you smile in gratitude at the cashier, thanking you for the meal that would "be out shortly", all of that went away. instead, he wanted to run to you and hold you, tell you that he was sorry for driving you away despite the fact that in your letter you said otherwise.

he stood there, waiting for you to notice him, until you did. he visibly saw your breath hitch, your body tensing up. he watched as your nails dug into your palms, a nervous tic that you had— sometimes it was so intense, you would make your palms bleed and he would have to clean them up and kiss them better.

"hey." he said, his voice blank yet full of emotion.. full of words that he wanted to say.

"hi." you responded, your voice shakey. you didn't even hear your number for your food being called as you were too focused on him. you wanted so desperately to run to him, kiss him all over and tell him that you were sorry, because it was true. you were sorry. you were sorry that you left so suddenly, that you didn't say goodbye and instead left a stupid note. you regretted it all, as soon as you saw that "thank you visiting Tulsa sign" you wanted to turn back. but it was too late, the damage had been done, and you believed that he had probably moved on with his life, so you tried to do the same. but everything reminded you of him. "still like the rodeos, huh?"

"you do now too I guess?"

"no.. not really. I was dragged here by- a friend" you hesitated on the end of the sentence as the idea of having friends that weren't his friends was a foreign thing for you both. you always shared friend groups and were always around one another no matter what. Dally didn't say anything, only humming in response.

the air was thick, so thick you felt as though you were suffocating. you felt tears begin to prick your eyes the longer you stared at him. he didn't look well, at least, not as well as he used to. his eye bags were more visible and his lips were more chapped from you not kissing them.

"is it a guy?" Dally asked hesitantly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, a nervous tic you knew he had.

"no" you chuckled lightly, "I haven't been with anyone since.."

"not even slept with?" he asked softly, stepping closer, your bodies only a few inches away from one another. you cleared your throat, not out of discomfort, but out of feeling guilty, because the answer to the question was yes.

"they didn't mean anything if that's what you were wondering."

"mine didn't either" he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek, making you bite back a small smile that threatened to form on your lips. you looked up to see him slightly smiling as well, and that's when you couldn't take it anymore, you couldn't hold it in. you began to sob, holding your face in your hands.

you began to turn on your heels to walk away as you were embarrassed to be so weak in front of him, but before you could even take a step, he swung you around and held you, pulling you into his chest. without hesitating, you wrapped your arms around him, instantly feeling relieved.

"i'm so- sorry" you sobbed into his jacket, your voice muffled. "I wanted to turn back. I regret it so bad Dally, I r-really do"

"I know baby, I know." he whispered, kissing the top of your head over and over, attempting to not allow his voice to crack or stutter as he tried to hold back his own tears.

"can you.. forgive me?" you pleaded, pulling away when you only heard heavy breathing. you looked up to look at him, only to have your face pulled into his, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. you cupped his face, his hands now on your waist.

"does that answer your question?" he told you after you both pulled away, making you laugh as he wipes your tears away with his thumb. your laugh instantly healed him, it sounding like a song he missed hearing. "don't leave me.. please" he whispered to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"I won't.. ever." you replied, staring back, his brown eyes, no longer looking blue.

JOHNNY SMUT??? please.?? (Rough)

·. ˚ ༘ everybody here wants you

— ex!johnny cade x ex!reader

song 𝄞 everybody here wants you by jeff buckley

warnings: pnv, f!receiving, rough sex, harassment, alcohol, squirting

johnny laid on the curtis couch, his legs laid out and his arms behind his head. he hadn't gone out in weeks, not since the both of you split.

it didn't end on good terms, if anything, it was extremely messy. you had told him you wanted to talk after school and he could tell by your voice that it was serious. he thought that maybe he had gotten you pregnant or you were moving, something big— he didn't think that it would be so big to the point where he would be crying himself to sleep for weeks.

"I'm not good for you." you stated, attempting to hold back tears. your insecurities had gotten the best of you, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Johnny was surprised because.. well, you two were good. better than good, you two were amazing? at least, that's how it seemed. there were no signs that you were going to break up with him. you weren't pulling away and your behaviour toward him hadn't changed. the only thing that changed was the way you viewed yourself. you hated your body, the way you smiled, how many mental issues you had and the baggage that came along with it. Johnny has enough on his hands, he doesn't need me to add to that you always thought to yourself. but you were wrong, dead wrong. he did need you, more than anything, you just couldn't see it. you couldn't see what he saw in you.

"what are you talking about?" he responded, his heart breaking as he watched you explain how you were a burden to him and that he didn't need you. "I do need you. I need you more than anything. you are everything to me. you help me-"

"no, I don't. i'm only dragging you down ,Johnny."

the sound of you using his full name practically confirmed what was happening. you never called him Johnny, not even in serious situations. you only ever used Jay, JJ, or any pet names that you both used for each other.

after more bickering and Johnny trying to get you to stay, you left. you left him in the lot alone, the cold winds howling as the fire at his feet burnt out and the darkness consumed his surroundings.

now, he found himself moping around the curtis home for the 6th time that week. "man, you gotta get up." groaned Pony, clearly frustrated that his best friend wasn't doing anything except sulking. every time he asked to hang out, Johnny just mumbled "not right now" before turning over or going to the bathroom. "I get you loved her and all, but she ain't the only girl in the world."

"he's right." said Steve from the dining room table as he placed a card onto the deck in front of Soda.

Johnny didn't listen, he didn't want to. he simply rolled over, as he usually did, and closed his eyes in hopes he could sleep and forget about everything.

after a quick nap, he woke up 2 hours later to the sound of the gang hollering, making him groan and stuff his face into a pillow. "we are gonna pick up so many chicks tonight!" he heard Two-Bit cackle, patting Johnny's thigh as he picked his legs up off of the couch before placing them back down in his lap.

"where are y'all going?" Johnny asked, finally sitting up, his hair messy and ungreased.

"Bucks. there's a huge party there tonight since Buck is celebrating something, I dunno" Dally informed him, mumbling the last part. Johnny hummed in response, leaning back as he watched whatever show was on the TV. Dally stared at him for a bit before a lightbulb basically appeared over his head. "come with us."

"what?"

"you heard me. you've been moping non-stop for weeks. it's time you get out and find a new chick to fawn over. forget about her."

"I can't just do that Dal, yknow that." Johnny mumbled, playing with his nails. Johnny never listened to Dally about relationship advice, not unless it was about sex. Dally knew everything about pleasing a woman right, yet he knew nothing about making a woman happy outside of the bedroom. his longest relationship lasted 6 months, and that was on and off.

"Dal is right" Soda said, sitting on the arm of the couch that was next to Johnny. "maybe going to this party will help you forget about her, just for tonight. you can have a few drinks, maybe play some pool.."

the idea sounded somewhat intriguing to Johnny. he had been trying everything to avoid thinking about you, and the only thing that ever works is sleep— the only bad part about that method is that you can't sleep forever, no matter how much Johnny wanted to. "fine" he groaned, getting up for the first time in hours. "can I borrow some grease Pone?" Johnny asked, Ponyboy nodding with a smile as he was relieved that his friend was finally up and no longer melting into the couch.

Johnny walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him to get ready for the party.

as soon as the gang entered Bucks, it reeked of alcohol, sweat, and tobacco. It made Johnny's stomach churn, his nose burning at the stench. because Johnny hadn't been to a party in a while, he was no longer used to the toxicity of a party atmosphere. now, he had to readjust whilst trying not to hurl.

the boys immediately went over to the bar, ordering a round of beers for everyone. Dally handed Johnny the beer before giving him a pat on the back and shouting over the music, "drink up man!"

Johnny obeyed, almost chugging the first beer in a few minutes before ordering a second, surprising everyone. Johnny wasn't much of a drinker. sure, he got drunk and would sometimes have a beer to cool down, but he never did it excessively. he wasn't one to rush to the bar when the opportunity arose, not like Two-Bit or Dally.

as he took a sip of his second beer, tuning into the gang's conversation, Soda suddenly stopped mid story, making everyone confused. Soda's face was no longer bright, but was instead concerned, as if he had just witnessed a car crash or something.

he stared at a specific area of the room, making everyone stare, Johnny included. when he turned around, he felt his heart sink. there you were, leaning against the wall as you talked with your friends.

you looked so beautiful. you were wearing the short black dress that he loved so much paired with fancy lace stockings. you looked as though you had just walked out of Vogue, practically taunting him with your beauty.

Johnny quickly chugged down his second beer before ordering a 3rd. "Johnny, slow down man." Soda said worried, patting him on the shoulder.

"I'm fine" Johnny said sternly, shrugging him off.

halfway through his 3rd beer, he began to feel its effects wearing on him. he wasn't entirely drunk, but he definitely wasn't sober either. his thoughts were getting a bit fuzzy and the music somehow got louder, despite the volume of the jukebox in the corner staying the same.

as he continued to listen to Two-Bit talk about one of his bizarre adventures he had gone on earlier that day, a sudden commotion began on the other side of the room. everyone turned to see what was happening, Johnny included.

he felt his heart stop as he saw some guy trying to get a hold on you, gripping your arm tightly as you yelled at him to let go. before Johnny could think, he began rushing toward you in anger, the ground practically shaking. he grabbed the guy by the shirt, swinging him around and down onto the floor, causing the wind to be knocked out of him. Johnny was stunned, stunned that he even managed to get the guy down, stunned that he even found the courage to do it.

sure, he fought in rumbles and knew how to fight, and he would always defend you against guys when they were trying to make a move on you, but those situations never got violent. this time, it was different. the mixture of booze and heartbreak gave him confidence, a confidence he never had before.

as the guy began to stand up, fury boiling within him and his fists clenched, Johnny, without a second thought, grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to safety. you didn't argue, continuing to trail behind him as you both entered an empty bedroom.

as soon as the door was closed and locked, the both of you began to catch your breath. the room was silent except for heavy breathing and muffled music from downstairs. "you okay?" Johnny asked, walking toward you.

"yeah.." you said softly after a few moments of silence. the air was thick, tension high. the both of you stared at one another longingly. you stared into his eyes as he stared into yours, your pupils filled with things you were desperate to express but were too scared to say. "thank you." you finally said to him, sitting on the bed.

"no need to thank me. that guy was being a creep."

"yeah" you chuckled as you looked down at your shoes, the room silent once again. Johnny walked over, sitting next to you yet still keeping a good distance as to not make you uncomfortable. he wanted so desperately to reach out and hold you, to feel your skin against his after so long. "i'm sorry."

"what for?"

"you know what for, Johnny." you looked up at him sadly, your eyes resembling those of a lost puppy. you could feel tears brim your waterline, threatening to fall as you thought about what had happened between you two. you blinked them away the best you could, turning away as a few fell. you quickly wiped them, sniffling before laughing to yourself.

Johnny made his way closer to you, scooting on the mattress ever so slightly. "you don't gotta be." he began, "I know what it's like to feel.. lost. like you don't deserve nothin' good. like you're nothing"

you looked back at him sympathetically, him giving you a small smile that you missed so dearly. then, you burst into tears. you couldn't help it. your emotions, mixed with booze, mixed with everything that had just happened, it was all too much.

without hesitation, Johnny pulled you into him, holding you tightly as if you would slip away forever if he were to let go. he laid soft kisses on top of your head as you sobbed into his chest. "I'm so sorry." you cried, clinging onto his shirt, tears staining the fabric.

"shh, you don't gotta be sorry baby." he whispered, the pet name along with his voice making your heart soar.

you pulled away from his chest, looking at him, your faces merely centimetres apart. before either of you could say anything, your lips met in a passionate kiss. you held his face in your hands, his hands in your hair before slowly sliding down onto your waist. he helped lift you into his lap, your legs now straddling him. he licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance to which you happily allowed.

as your tongues melded together and your lips pressed against one another, you could feel warmth begin to pool between your legs. Johnny felt his dick get hard as you ever so slightly grinded against him.

"do you want to-"

"yes." you said breathlessly without a second thought. Johnny's hands immediately flew to the bottom of your dress, slowly lifting it up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor.

you two continued making out until you were both left in only your underwear. he laid you down against the mattress before leaving harsh kisses down your body, making his way toward where you needed him most.

he looked up at you for permission, hooking his finger into the waistband of your panties. you nodded, leaning on your elbows as you watched him discard your underwear, spreading your legs and placing his face between them. he peppered soft kisses on the skin of your inner thighs, making you whine.

without warning, Johnny began eating you out like a man starved. his tongue massaged every spot perfectly, his mouth now covered in your slick. you were a moaning mess, your breath and legs both shakey as he continued to lap at your pussy. "f-fuck" you whimpered, trying everything in your power to not clamp your legs together. you began to play with his hair as he continued to please you, lightly tugging at his roots whenever he hit your sweet spot.

as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, you spread your legs wider for him, something he knew you always did when you were close. he began to suck harshly at your clit, the sound of slurping along with your moans filling the room. "fuck, you taste so good" he groaned into your pussy, giving off vibrations that made you want to scream. "I missed this."

"I'm gonna.. cum" you panted, moaning and whimpering as he continued his harsh assault on your clit.

"cum for me, let your pretty pussy cum all over my face." and you did, you came with a loud moan followed by a soft whimper as you came down from your high. Johnny left a few more kisses on your pussy lips before coming back up, his lips glistening and chin wet.

you both smiled at each other before Johnny began to suck harshly at your neck, leaving marks that were sure to be very obvious tomorrow.

"I wanna fuck the shit out of you." he whispered into your ear, his boldness making you more and more needy.

"please.." you groaned, running your fingers through his thick strands.

Johnny began to pulling down his boxers before throwing them onto the pile of clothes below, his dick now free, his pink tip covered in pre-cum. he pumped himself a few times as you spread your legs again.

he stared into your eyes as he slowly slid into you, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him. "fuck" he moaned, waiting a few moments for you to adjust.

"move.. please" you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling you closer (if that was even possible). Johnny wasted no time in beginning to thrust into you, his pace somewhat fast but not too harsh. "more.. please. fuck me harder"

"yes ma'am" he smirked as he began to practically pound into you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. "oh fuck!" Johnny groaned loudly, making your pussy flutter around him, his noises making you want to cum right then and there. "fuck. you feel so good baby. you're such a good girl. god, I missed you so much."

"I missed you baby" you whimpered before pulling him into a passionate kiss. you slipped your tongue into his mouth, holding his jaw as one of his hands held onto your waist, the other beside your head for support. as he continued to fuck you, you felt that you wanted more of him, that you needed more of him. "I want more." you whispered against his lips. as if he could read your mind, Johnny pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach with your ass in the air.

he rubs his slick between your folds a few times, making you whimper before slipping back inside of you. he continues his rough and fast pace, making you moan his name over and over. "you're so fucking beautiful" he says breathless, his hands massaging your ass before giving it a firm smack, making you squeal. "god I fucking- fuckin' love you."

"I love you too, Jay." you moaned out, your nickname for him making his heart pound as it brought back all of the memories you two shared together.

without thinking, Johnny began to pound into you as fast as he could, making you practically scream. "fuck! oh fuck!" you yelled, holding onto the headboard for dear life as you felt yourself about to finish. "i'm cumming!" you shouted, a warm feeling of pleasure bubbling in your stomach. suddenly, clear liquid shot out of you, soaking Johnny and the sheets below.

despite catching Johnny by surprise, the sight of it turned Johnny on, making him cum thick ribbons onto your stomach, the feeling of your warm liquid soaking his dick pushing him off the edge.

as you both came down from your highs, you collapsed, laying on your back, Johnny still on his knees. "well.. that's new." he chuckled. you laughed in response, nodding. "did you know that you could?.."

"no.. that's a first" you joked, Johnny nodding with a smile as he reached over the nightstand, grabbing a few tissues. he immediately began to clean you up, softly opening your legs and gently rubbing any residue off of your pussy before wiping his cum off of your stomach. he cleaned himself up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash nearby.

he laid next to you, pulling your body into his. as you laid there together, both of your legs intertwined, you couldn't stop thinking about how much you missed one another.

"I missed you." you finally spoke, nervous about what Johnny would say.

"I missed you too" he mumbled into your hair before laying a soft kiss a top of your head, stroking the strands lightly.

"I wanna be with you, if you'll have me" you told him nervously. there was silence for a moment before he lifted your chin up with his finger, laying a soft kiss onto your lips.

"course I will"