F*ck Me, Emo Boy | Johnnie Guilbert x Reader (Smut)

Emo Nite

  Introduction: Hi, I'm moon, and this is my first story ever written so please don't mind any typos or errors I make lol, I don't read a lot at all. I do plan on adding more parts though, so don't worry if it's too short!

Disclaimer: This book is for mature audiences only and contains sexual content that may not be suitable for children.

This is all fiction and not a reflection of my view of Johnnie so if at any point he states that he's not comfortable with these kinds of stories, I will take this down immediately. For now, please enjoy and thank you <3

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It's late at night and I hear a soft knock at the door.

"That's him. Okay, just breathe." I say to myself as I walk down the stairs and prepare myself.

   My hair is in a messy bun and I'm wearing the cutest, comfortable outfit I could find. A white tank top with no bra underneath paired with my black slippers and black pajama shorts. Not too far past my mid-thighs, but not too short. I have to leave something to the imagination. I open the door.

"Hey Johnnie! Come in." I say.

"Hey, what's up?" He asks me.

    I let him in and the smell of his cologne fills my nostrils. A woody smell with a hint of tobacco. Something about this is already getting me going, but I hold back. I couldn't help but notice his subtle, yet quick glance at my chest. My nipples are hard from the cold so it wasn't exactly easy to hide, but I didn't mind.

"I'm gonna make us some popcorn. If you want, you could head up to my room. I'll be right there." I say.

"A-alright." He hesitates for a moment, seemingly nervous. He's never been in my room before this.

    Johnnie walks upstairs as I walk to my kitchen to get us some popcorn and a couple of beers. I'm hoping the alcohol will give me some sort of liquid courage, even though it's not much, I'm basically a lightweight. I walk up the stairs with our food trying not to drop anything as I open my bedroom door.

"Here." I hand him a beer and our bowl of popcorn.

"Oh.. nice, th-thanks." He says as he takes a swig of his beer.

   He managed to get comfortable pretty quickly. He's laid back on my bed and using his phone. This is making my plan seem so much more easier since I won't have to make any excuse to be next to him. So I lay next to him with my back against the headboard.

"What do you feel like watching? I was thinking 'Nightmare on Elm Street' or something." I suggest, hoping he likes the idea.

He puts the popcorn down. "That's um.. that's cool with me. A- are you drinking too?"

"Yeah, nothing crazy though. You know how I get with alcohol." I say nervously.

"I don't mind, I-I mean it's just me. You can drink all you want."

   The idea of me getting drunk around Johnnie is tempting. I've mentioned to him in the past during a night out with our friends that I get turned on while drinking. I didn't expect him to actually remember, let alone offer the opportunity even knowing what it does to me. Was this some kind of invitation, I wonder? I down my beer and start scrolling through Netflix on my tv for the movie and can't find it.

"What the hell?" I say out loud in frustration, licking the beer off my lips.

"What's up?" He looks up from his phone.

"I can't find it, it was literally here last week. God, that sucks. They always remove the best movies."

He laughs. "Dude, it's fine. Let's just listen to music or something. Honestly, I'm not in much of a mood to watch anything, let's just relax here."