Guilty Pleasures (Reader x Various lemons)

Cocky (Johnny McGregor)

Sighing as your boyfriend threw shade at his opponent, you rolled your eyes with his every insult, like the sassy blader he was well known as. You loved your athletic boyfriend with all your heart, no doubt about that, but he can be a real ass. After the salty exchange, he rushed over with an ever so cocky smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, closing his eyes in satisfactory. Nice to see Robert's Olympus Stadium is getting some use though, even if it is a small tournament.

"So, how was I? Not that I would lose anyway, since you're my lucky charm." You nodded lazily looking up at him, and flashing him a small smile. Dammit, as much of an ass he is, he's equally as charming, at least with you.

Shaking your head, you stood up and flung your arms around Johnny's shoulders, leaning up for a quick kiss. "You did great, but you know flattery doesn't work on me." You giggled, lightly ruffling his gravity defying locks. "Are we crashing with Robert tonight?" Johnny ushered you toward the bench, sitting down with you beside him.

"Yeah, he's cool with it. He said something about throwing a banquet anyway, for winning the tournament." Stifling a giggle, it's just like Robert to already predict The Majestics' victory, even before the tournament began. This was only the third match, but Robert can surprisingly predict certain things, but he knows people and personality patterns well enough. Turning back to the next match between the third member of whatever team, you honestly were paying them no mind, and Oliver was over before you could blink, earning your team the final victory.

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Deciding to retire early from the banquet, your boyfriend fumbled with the doorknob to the room you're sharing, while tangling his tongue with yours. With your back shoved up against the door, you almost toppled over when he finally got the door open, but luckily his grip saved you from the spill. You count your blessing that not a soul was in the hallway while you and Johnny were busy exploring each other's mouths. You figured your team knew better than t follow you anyway, especially since Johnny isn't one to keep his hands off you.

"We're turning in for the night." Johnny suddenly stood, receiving judgmental eye rolling from Robert, snickering from Enrique, and poor Oliver blushing out of both embarrassment and an overactive imagination. Being pulled by your arm, you bid the three of your friends goodnight, and running off with your boyfriend, but not before Enrique giving him lewd ideas, to which he quickly sasses back. While turning the corner though, you listened while Robert scolded the blonde in his utmost authoritative manner.

That brings us to your current state, your shirt flung across the room, but thankfully your boyfriend had the common sense to shut and lock the large oak door before yanking off your garments. "Damn, babe, you're so beautiful." Blushing, a moan suddenly escaped your lips, while his rough palms knead your breasts, slipping under your bra. You lift your knee, rubbing through his khaki shorts, and adding pressure to his hardening member. Shoving his ripped vest past his shoulders, he allowed it to fall onto the floor, but pinning you against the wall with a growl. "Not so fast, Y/N." He unhooks your bra allowing the device to fall onto the floor, then worked on your bottoms, with your underwear soon after.

Pouting, you nipped his ear, weaving your fingers through his soft yet gravity defying auburn mane. Inhaling sharply, your boyfriend smirked at your bold action, just what he adored in his mate. He grinds his still covered hips with yours, earning himself a flustered mewl, your lust filled e/c flashing in need, but you grind back, because two can play that game. "Awww, but Johnny, you're not playing fair. How can I congratulate you with winning your match properly, if you're not stripped down?" Blankly, he stared into your eyes, a small twinge of pink, just barely noticeable, dusted cheeks, while you smiled oh so sweetly. He scoffed, looking away, afraid you'll see him come undone from your words alone, but you dared not tell him you have.