Imagines and Smuts

Breathe ~ Jack Johnson Smut

Your POV

Smoking isn't the only bad habit you'd picked up within the past few years but it was the one that stood out.

Your mom had given up trying to get you to quit after the first year.

"Babyyyy." Johnson whined, walking into your apartment, which he had a key for after so many years of being together.

"Yes?" You laughed, coming in from the balcony.

"Did you quit smoking yet?" He joked, knowing that you didn't.

Rolling your eyes, you walked over to kiss him.

"Y/n you need to quit." He said, pulling away.

You looked down at your feet, knowing he's right.

"Hey," he said, taking his finger under your chin; forcing you to look up to him. "I can help."

"I don't want help..." You nearly whispered. "I don't want to stop."

"Well you're going to stop breathing soon if you keep going!" He raised his voice, frustrated.

You scoffed.

"Maybe I don't want to keep breathing!" You screamed back.

Jack, completely angered, pushed you against the wall nearby.

"I'll make you fucking appreciate it then." He basically growled.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

He didn't respond.

Instead, he pushed his lips against yours as his hands unbuttoned your top, removing it completely.

"Jack," You gasped for air, pulling away from the kiss.

"Shh." He silenced you, pulling down your jeans.

He pushed you on the couch, trailing his lips down your neck.

Suddenly, his hand moved to your throat and tightly wrapped it around.

Your eyes widened at the realization of what he was doing.

"Jack!" You choked out.

"Shh." He said firmly.

You suddenly felt an urge to be completely submissive.

"Just like that." He whispered, his free hand trailing down your torso.

Jack quickly slapped your aching core causing you to gasp.

Within seconds his fingers were under your panties, working magic.

Your moans were suppressed by his hand around your throat.

"Breathe." He said simply, removing his hand.

Seconds later it was wrapped around your throat again with his two fingers ramming into you.

Your head falls back into the couch, as Jacks hand comes in contact with your inner thigh.

"Now breathe." He said again, removing his hand.

You gasped for air.

The smirk on his face was evident as he saw you writhing beneath him.

His fingering continued furiously pumping into you.

"Breathe."

And so you did.

He wrapped his hand around your throat yet again, your breath being taken away.

"J-Jack!" You struggled to get out.

"Appreciate it." Is all he said.

Your legs began to shake and you felt yourself coming undone.

His hand unwrapped itself from your neck and he bent down to reach his lips to your ear.

"Breathe baby." His soothing voice spoke.

With that, your entire body shook with pleasure.

His lips left kisses down your neck as his fingers left your core aching.

Your heavy breathing was the only sound in the room beside your heart beating out of your chest.

"I need a cig." You said, calming down.