The Outsiders Smuts

J.C ~ It Ain't Fair

Song: Carnival by Kanye West

Summary: You and Johnny have been dating for just over 1 year, but you were sexually abused by your father as a child and you and johnny have never gone past making out. Johnny gets sick and tired of having to jack himself off, so you guys get into an argument, and he wins.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, dom! johnny, sub! reader, arguing, kind of make up sex?, loving sex, slight orgasm denial, also pretend this is like modern day

Johnny's phone buzzes. He grabs it off of his desk, and sees he has a snapchat notification under baby doll😘.

He opens the notification, and sees a photo of you, just out of the shower. Your lips are pursed, your nose scrunched, and he could just see the top of your breasts, dripping wet underneath the towel you held around your body.

God. Johnny thinks to himself. She doesn't know what she's doing to me.

He plops down on his bed and takes his hard cock out of his pants. This is his fourth time this week!

"Mmm, y/n..." Johnny moans as he pumps himself faster. He knows that you're too scared to do anything, because you were abused. He also knows you have very low self-esteem, no matter how often he tells you how beautiful you are.

"Fuck!" Johnny moans, flinging his hand out and knocking over the lamp on his bedside table. He finishes in his hand, furious. He needed you, he's needed you for a year.

He sends you a quick text.

Johnny: baby i need u 😶

Baby doll 😘: why? i just got out of the shower

Johnny: come on. please

Baby doll 😘: ok. lemme just change

He sighs in relief, knowing he'll be seeing you soon.

>>>><<<<

"What's wrong, Johnny?" You ask, stepping inside his house. He brings you to his living room and sits you down on the couch.

"We need to talk. I've had to jack myself off four fucking times this week, and it's unfair that you won't go past making out." Johnny says.

"Johnny, that isn't fair! You know that I've been hurt before!" You say, crossing your arms.

"Yes! I know! But it's just me! I'm not going to judge you, baby, I promise! I'm never going to force you into anything, I'm never going to rape you." Johnny grunts in frustration.

"You know, if you really loved me, you would understand my feelings! You would at least try to see where I'm coming from!" You shout, standing up.

"I do love you! And I've seen where you're coming from for a whole fucking year! I just can't wait any longer!" Johnny yells, matching your voice.

"Fine. I can see I'm not wanted here." You say, walking to his front door.

"No. Baby, wait. I didn't mean to yell." Johnny says, running after you. He grabs your shoulder just before you reach the door. He spins you around to look at him. He was breathing heavily, tears flooding his eyes.

"Baby, I love you." He says, voice cracking. He pulls you into a hug, and you wrap your arms around his waist. He kisses your head gently, rubbing your back.

"Please don't go." He says. You look up at him, tears in your own eyes, as you push your lips against his. He tangles his hand in your still wet hair, his other hand pushing you against the wall. You feel his hard on poking your inner thigh, and it made you wet.

You've always wanted to have sex with Johnny. You were just scared. He made you wet all the fucking time. But you couldn't tell him that.

"Jump." Johnny says, and you do, wrapping your legs around his waist. Johnny's tongue slides into your mouth, and he smiles against your lips as you moan at the contact.

He leaves your mouth to trail kisses down your neck, sucking hickeys into the skin.

"J-johnny," You moan, holding him close. The feeling of his warm tongue on your skin only made you wetter. You were practically dripping.

He carries you over to the couch, and lays you down gently. He gets up to take off his shirt, and helps you lift your - or his - t-shirt over your head. He bites his lip at the sight of you. You didn't have a bra on.

"Naughty girl." Johnny says, smiling and kissing you, guiding you back down again. He pulls away and looks at you.

"C-can I?" He asks, gesturing at your sweats. You nod. He doesn't hesitate, pulling them off your legs swiftly. He peels your panties off slowly, revealing your dripping cunt.

"Damn, baby. Holy fuck." Johnny says, sticking a finger into you and pumping.

You arch your back off of the couch.

"Johnny! Jesus christ." You moan as he adds another finger. He curls them, and they rub against your g-spot just right. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"I'm gonna cum." You moan.

"Cum on my fingers." Johnny says, barely audible. His words are enough to send you flying over the edge. He takes his fingers out of you and licks them clean. He kisses your breast before taking his own jeans off. His erection slaps against his lower stomach. You start breathing heavily, and Johnny notices. He grabs your hand.

"Hey, hey. Baby, it's ok. I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." Johnny says, kissing your nose gently. He positions himself in front of your entrance. You nod, and he pushes himself in, bottoming out. Tears leak out of your eyes. Johnny kisses all over your face to distract you from the pain.

"Johnny, please move." You say, squirming. He begins to thrust in and out of you slowly, eliciting a moan from his lips.

"G-god, Johnny. Fuck. Faster." You moan, grinding up into him. He obeys, thrusting his hips faster into yours. You wrap your legs around him, and he goes deeper inside of you.

"I-i love you Johnny." You moan out. This makes Johnny go faster.

"I love you too, baby." He says, smashing his lips into yours. You feel your orgasm coming on.

"Johnny, I'm close!" You moan.

"Hold it for me, ok?" Johnny says, kissing your breast. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut from pleasure. Johnny has you seeing stars. You couldn't think at all. Your mind was chanting Johnny, Johnny, Johnny over and over again.

Your toes curl, and you throw your head back.

"Cum for me." Johnny moans. The second the words leave his lips, you release. Johnny stops and looks down.

"H-holy shit." He moans, pulling out of you. And looking at you with a blush.

"W-what?" You ask, suddenly scared. You prop yourself up on your elbows. You made a huge mess. Your cum was splattered all over the couch, all over Johnny's cock and his stomach. You cover your mouth.

"I'm sorry." You say quietly. Johnny laughs.

"Sorry? Baby, you just squirted, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life." He says, going to grab a towel from the kitchen.

"You're like a little octopus. A pretty little octopus." Johnny teases you. You roll your eyes and watch him as he cleans you up.

"Thank you, Johnny." You say. He looks up at you.

"For what?" He asks, shocked.

"For... this." You say, gesturing at him and the mess you made. He chuckles, kissing you.

"Anytime, baby."