Gang Signs And Lullabies [ Johnny x Reader ] [ Sing ]

Chapter 5 | Pre-smut

((This chapter is briefly based off two fics i read once lmfao  :/ ))

After dinner, Big Daddy had to go out to sort out some business. So, you were alone with Johnny. Thankfully, the house was so big that you didn't have many awkward encounters.
However, there was one that made whatever happened between you two... happen.
You were in the garage where Big Daddy had a large open space. You used to ice skate and there wasnt much to do in the whole house so you danced out one of your favourite routines.

Your (h/l) hair fell elegantly over your face as you twisted and turned around on the cold, veneer floor, your body moving with grace. The gentle words escaped your lips as you sang along to the music in your head. As you reached the spins, you pushed yourself close to a wall for extra elevation as you werent on the ice and you wouldnt be able to gain much speed without an extra bit of support. Your socks helped you to swirl around continuously in all sorts of positions before rounding  off the song, a singular bead of sweat rolling down your face.
Out of the blue, the garage phone rings, making you jump. Johnny didnt seem to come and get it so you got it yourself.
"H-hello?" You murmured nervously.
"'Ello, its Big Daddy. Im staying at a mates, make sure you and Johnny eat somefink alright?" He said quickly before putting down the phone. You stood, confused. Why did he put down the phone to quickly?
You went to find Johnny. He wasnt in his room, his fathers room, your "room", the kitchen, the garage or the garden. Sighing, you stood, tapping your foot. You presumed Johnny was at rehearsals or something, so you went to order some food. But, just as you began to dial a number, you heard a sudden burst of cacophonous laughter echo through the house, coming from the "man cave."
You put the phone down, knowing that was Johnny. You snuck up the stairs and peeked through the crack in the door to see Johnny sat down on the large sofa filling his mouth with crisps, laughing every few seconds at the projector screen.  A British show called "Celeb Juice" was on the projector, a show he watched with his dad back in England. The presenter was a blonde lion who wore a Hawaiian shirt and had a permanent bandage on his hand. He spoke with lude vocabulary, often referring to sex. Johnny giggled when he said the word "tits."
You opened the door, Johnny looking at you as you walked in slowly.
"Oh, 'ello (y/n)" he smiled, taking a drink from the beer can on the table. There were 3 other empty cans. Johnny was drunk.
"Erm, Big Daddy called," Johnny reached his large hand outwards toward you, calling you over.
"Hes staying out tonight." You finished before awkwardly shuffling over to Johnny. He grabbed you, pulling you into a hug. Unintentionally, you hands rested on his abdomen where you could feel his abs slightly through his white vest.
"J-johnny i-"
"Thats not my name." He replied smugly.
"W-what?" You questioned, confused.
"Thats not my name," Johnny repeated, nodding his head.
You sat silently, puzzled.
"...then, what is...it?" You whispered.
"Its..." his face darkened before he sprung up, attacking your waist with tickles.
"The tickle monster!" Johnny slurred out, alcohol on his breath.
"No! No, no, no!" You squirmed beneath the gorilla, your face flushing bright red.
"I cant 'ear youuu~" he chimed, still tickling you, your shirt raising slowly.
"Stop!" You spluttered, laughing.
"Stop what?" He narrowed his umber eyes at you.
"Stop tickling me!" You kicked at his solid chest.
"Stop tickling me....?" He hinted, tilting his head, a strand of hair falling in front of his face.
"Stop tickling me, please!" You wriggled around helplessly as he continued to tickle your stomach mercilessly.
"Stop tickling me please what?"
"Stop tickling me please, Johnny!"
"Johnny?"
"Yeah, you!"
"Thats not me."
You were running out of breath.
"Stop tickling me please, tickle monster!"
He burst out into laughter, giving up on tickling you.
You began to giggle at what you had said as your breath was soon returned to your lungs. You closed your eyes, a smile on your face. You looked up to see Johnny still above you, watching you.
"Thanks tickle monster." You said playfully.
" 'ho is that?" He teased, an eyebrow raised.
"Youre the tickle monster."
"No."
"No?"
"Yes."
"So its Johnny?"
"Yep."
"Not tickle monster"
"Nah."
"Just Johnny?" You said slowly.
He watched your eyes, his warm body radiating his heat around you.
"Just Johnny..." and suddenly, he planted his soft lips onto yours.
You pushed yourself backward to find you were on the sofa. Knowing you couldn't get out, you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. His sharp teeth nipped on your bottom lip, a sudden wave of pleasure coming over him even though you hadn't done anything but kiss him. He groaned passionately, his teeth accidentally biting you harder. Your eyes fluttered open to see his eyes closed, ecstatic. He turned over so he was on his back, you on his chest. Your lips remained in contact the whole time, the moment was too precious to end so quickly. He moved his big hands onto your waist, his long fingers resting on the side of your butt. Naturally, you began to grind against Johnnys chest, feeling him harden. You did not want to have sex with him, it just felt natural. Johnnys eyes shot open, jolting up, his top lifting. The kiss ended.
You looked down at his chest, the leathery black skin gleaming. You traced the lines of his abs with your fingertips, intrigued.

"Theyre amazing, its like they've been carved with rock."
"Fanks." He said, breathless.

Not much happened after that. You both ordered food and watched TV, laughing and giggling at silly words for the rest of the night. It was strange, though. Johnny had never had a proper romantic moment like that, he didnt know what came over him. They both mentally told them-self they'd never bring that up, but they both would remember it with great detail.