Pretty Boy // joji x reader

Limits

GEORGE'S APARTMENT
6:28 PM

George hovered over me before bringing his lips down to my neck, my hands finding their way into his hair. He lifted his shirt off my body, throwing it to the side. He smirked, unclasping my bra before licking my bottom lip and kissing me, his hand making its way into my pants. I moaned against his lips, his finger teasing me. Just as his finger slipped in, my phone rang, snapping me back into reality and making me realize what I was about to do.

"George," I breathed, "I-I need..." I melted into the kiss momentarily, his fingers still very much present. "G-George, stop." I said, placing my hands on his toned chest.

He removed his fingers immediately almost making me whimper at the loss of contact, "Go ahead." He sounded annoyed as he climbed off of me so I could answer the phone, staring me dead in the eyes as he licked his fingers.

It took everything in me to not just ignore the call and pounce on him right there.

I took a moment to breathe before I tried to sit up, reaching for the phone on the ground near the bed. Daniel was calling. I gulped and answered. "H-hello?"

"Hey, change of plans, I'm on my way!"

"O-oh! Like...right now?" I glanced at George who was eyeing me. Realization washed over me as I felt a bit of a breeze on my exposed chest. I covered George's eyes with my hand causing him to let out a laugh, laying down. Daniel spoke in the other end of the phone as George aimlessly traced patterns onto my back.

"Yeah, blah, blah, blah, irrelevant fucking white boy language." He mumbled.

"Yeah, there was an accident on the road earlier, it probably wouldn't have taken me until 8 to get to the address, but it was a just in case type of thing. I can't wait to see you again!"

"Heh, me too, Daniel. Call back once you've parked somewhere." I faked a cheerful tone and hung up before he had a chance to say anything else. George's lifted his finger off my back, his touch lingering.

George shook his head, getting up to retrieve my bra and sweatshirt, "It's probably best if you wear your own clothes when he gets here. Don't want him to get suspicious." He says, before walking to the bathroom.

"Uhm.. a-are you okay..?" I asked, keeping my head down, trying my best to avoid eye contact

"Well, I'm sad, and my dick needs to cry." He said as he opened the door linking the bathroom and his room and walked in, shutting it behind him. I pulled my knees to my chest and sat for moment, processing what had just occurred in the past 10 minutes.

I heard the muffled sound of water hitting a surface; George had turned on the shower. I sighed and lay flat on my back. I didn't want to do anything just yet. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I thought of George's actions just moments ago. I tried to think of anything else, but I couldn't. I was addicted to that small recent memory. I wanted it to happen again. Now.

I sighed when I knew it couldn't. I grabbed my bra and sweatshirt lying beside me and got dressed again, then headed to the door and exited. Ian was in the kitchen, while Max was typing on his phone on the couch. I walked over to the kitchen, my legs a little unstable from the lingering thoughts of George. "Hey." Ian spoke as he grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"What, no beer?" I asked and pointed to the bottle in his hand.

"No, sadly, we're all out." Ian chuckled and took a sip of the water. "So, did George agree to stop messing around with you?"