Next Stop, Brooklyn (A Joji x Reader Fanfic)

ch 12 thom (lame smut)

Though the night's sky was deep and dark, I could see his hazel eyes connect with mine. I was numbed in pain and confusion to think straight and dictate what's going to happen next. "Joji," I said under my breath, "what do you want?" His hand traveled over to the side of my head to push a strand of hair to the back of my ear. "Baby, I want you"
His touch felt so familiar as if I was still in the dream. A sting formed gradually in my throat as my chest tightened, "you make me so fucking insane" I said softly. Not even the second had a chance to pass before we collided into a kiss, the stars in the sky aligned perfectly above us. This was everything I wanted.

I felt him lift me as my legs wrapped around his hips. He carried me over to the living room not far away from the front door and carefully placed me down on the couch, still not breaking away from each other. My hands wandered all over his body, from his back, slowly to his neck and down to his torso, "baby..." he said parting his lips away from mine, "I don't want you to regret anything"

I pull him gently towards me "then don't let go of me. Hold me...closer" My tears streamed down my face as our kiss continued to lock-in. I was at the peak of a trip I was craving for so long. I felt every emotion, and I was everything all at once.

His lips planted kisses on my neck, slowly trailing down to my stomach. I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging it lightly as he fidgeted over the zipper of my jeans. He gave me another look as I looked at him and nodded. Soon after, he quickly pulled down my jeans after feeling the release of the button.
After his soft kiss, I felt his tongue slide over me, I spread my legs and I could sense every bit of his movement even further. My mouth slightly gaped open as I arched my back from pleasure, "J-Joji" I moan, his tongue moved in a variety of paces leaving me breathless and wanting for more. "Please don't stop" I cried out.
His fingers played along with the motion of his mouth, I felt his fingers go inside me, hitting the spot each time as it curled and thrust in and out of me. "Fuck, baby," I said under my breath, I felt knots forming up inside me, "Please, don't stop".
The sensation built up inside me in the most pleasurable way possible, "I'm gonna come"
His pace continued, his forehead furrowed as he kept going, his hand thrust while the other squeezed on my inner thigh softly.
I squeeze my eyes tighter as I felt the overpowering climax electrify my whole body.

My body weakened as I slowly recovered, my mind disguised empty from tiredness for a moment. He slid my jeans back on, leaving them unbuttoned, and handled me with such gentle care to a more comfortable position. "Cuddle with me" he did as I said and laid right beside me. I felt his arms wrap around me, I felt so small, so vulnerable. My body curled and tensed up, I shivered, not from the cold but the sadness.

He didn't say anything, he held me closer, and when I wince, he held me tighter. "I'm so confused," I say in his arms. "I'm sorry I fucked up"

"We both did" He whispered, "we can fix this" I was too exhausted to fight back. I decided, for a couple of hours tonight, I will feel his embrace around me, his breath onto my skin, and his hands slide all over my body, that and nothing else.

And as the melancholic night continued to age into the morning, I let my biggest mistake hold me in its arms, pretended as if it did nothing wrong with me, and I did nothing wrong it.