Work Crush (Johnathon Ohnn Fanfic)

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-Oh damn- I-I said that OUT LOUD-

John thought to himself, as his eyes suddenly widened in realization. His mind raced with embarrassment at letting that slip, before he started stammering again, frantically trying to explain himself.

“I-I-I-I... I-I m-mean.. umm”

He let his hands slide down off her face, before he looked away from her, trying to control his own expression.

He couldn’t believe he actually said that out loud, even with how flustered he was. He was sure she must’ve thought he was the biggest pervert, now that he had just outright admitted that she was gorgeous. He just needed to say something, anything, to try and salvage the situation he just screwed up, but it was difficult when his mind was still just reeling in a mess.

“I-I… I… I’m sorry, I-”

Before he realised what was happening, she had cupped his face and started kissing him.

John let out a muffled gasp, surprised by the sudden kiss, but it didn’t take long at all for him to enthusiastically respond. It was like all his previous thoughts had been melted away in an instant, now replaced entirely by the feeling of her soft lips against his, his hands immediately going to her hips, pulling her in closer against him.

He let out a small groan against her lips, but his mind was too muddled and overwhelmed to say anything more. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of her lips against his, as he gripped her waist harder, holding her as close as he could.

At some point Daria reached up and gently removed the man's glasses, without breaking the kiss, making John completely lose his mind. She then slowly placed them on the other seat, not even opening her eyes.

Every time their lips reconnected, when her tongue pushed against his he couldn’t help but whine softly. Kissing her felt like the world’s greatest drug, and he wanted nothing more than to keep indulging.

He finally broke the kiss, when he desperately gasped for breath. Every part of his body was overwhelmed, from her scent to her touch, and God, her taste… He leaned in again, pressing his forehead against hers, as he let out a shaky breath.

This morning Daria could've sworn she had her life together... not anymore, not after that kiss. She had a hard time breathing and she leaned her head on his shoulder, trying to remember when her composure had completely abandoned her.

John let out another shaky breath, before pressing a small kiss on her shoulder, and then another one, and another, and another until he found himself laying a trail of soft kisses down the side of her neck.

Everywhere he touched, her skin felt so soft, so tender under his touch. He didn’t speak, as he just kept kissing her, letting out another small groan as he buried his head into her neck.

She could feel the faintest bit of his facial hair tickle against her sensitive neck, but that just sent a shiver down her spine, as she let out a small breathless moan. He continued to leave small open-mouthed kisses above her collarbone, every time she felt the slightest touch of his tongue, she lost a piece of her mind.

Kiss.

-oop, there goes my name-

Kiss.

-how did you breathe again-

Kiss.

-Jesus, I can't feel my legs-

By this point she was sitting in his lap, him looking up at her... well, facing up, more so... his eyes were closed, as he kissed her neck.