Krii7y Oneshots :)

{Interruption}

  Making out in a closet was not what I had planned for my evening at twitch con. The air was stuffy, and John's hot breath shook me to my core.

  I exhale shakily, snaking my hands up to tug on his hair. He groans quietly, pushing me against the wall. The cramped space could only allow us to have so much room.

  I let out a muffled moan. The heat of our bodies pressing together was unbearable. I tilt my head up, subconsciously exposing my neck to John. He gladly accepts my offer, huffing in satisfaction.

  The closet was dark. The delicate silhouette of John seemingly drifted in and out of my vision. He moves his hands on my hips, pulling our bodies as close together as they could be.

  He rolls himself into me slightly, releasing his grasp on my hips. Grabbing a hold of the back of my head, he deepened the kiss between us.

  "J-Jaren..." he murmurs, freeing himself from our exchange. He pauses to take a couple of deep breaths. The reality of the situation starts to get to us. "We- we cant. Not now..."

  I take hold of him, placing a hand on his back. The other was tentatively sliding down to his crotch. "Please, John~" I whisper, making his body shudder.

  I start to kiss just below his ear, leaving small red marks on his skin. He groans once more, giving me more control over him. We switch positions, turning around so that he was now pushed against the wall. "They'll ask questions-"

  "I don't care, just please, John." I beg, applying pressure onto his crotch. I kiss down his neck as his hands reach my shoulders. "I wanna make you feel good. Please~"

  His voice was breathless. The sound of him danced throughout my ears, reminding me that we are actually doing this. Everything about John was magical to me, and now that I had him like this, I wasn't going to give him up. His small reply sent me ecstatic, "Fine."

  With his confirmation, I kneeled down in front of him. I looked up at him from my level, quickly undoing his belt. He groans loudly, watching me in my anxious state.

  Finally undoing his belt, I unbutton his jeans with haste. John entangles a hand in my hair, making me let out a small whine at the feeling. The hushed whisperings coming from John's mouth only encouraged me. Every movement made by him was to push me further.

  I reach under his boxers, wrapping a hand around his member. He releases a moan as I begin to stroke him. His eyes are closed, and his other hand is in his hair.

  I lean my head down, swiping my tongue along the base of it slowly. He whimpers, bucking his hips slightly towards me. I smile before wrapping my mouth around the tip.

  "Jaren~ fuck..." he moans, pushing my head down. I hesitate before finding a fluid pace, eventually bobbing my head up and down evenly. His grasp on my hair tightens, and I moan at the sensation of it. John lets out a throaty groan as I go deeper, letting me know how I'm doing. "D- don't stop, baby~"

  I quicken my pace, taking more of him in my mouth. His breathing quickens, and I can hear him quietly begging for me to keep going. His hand twitches, and his body is starting to shake.

  I'm startled by the loud ringing of his phone, which sits forgotten in the pocket of his sweatshirt. I pull off of him as he reaches for his phone to check it. "It's Fitz." he says breathlessly.

  "Always ruining the fun." I pout, stroking him slowly now.

  He almost crumbles before me, silently begging me to stop before answering the phone. "What's up, dude?" he asks nonchalantly. I wait for a bit, looking up innocently at John. Well, as innocent as possible, given the current state of things.

  "Y-yeah, I'm just trying to find Smitty." he stutters as I stroke him again. He shoots a warning glare down at me as Fitz talks through the phone. "What?" he asks, trying to hear the man through the phone, "I'm- I'm fine."

  I get impatient quickly, licking up his shaft excruciatingly slow. John inhales deeply, pulling my head away from him with force. I scowl at him, the frustration is getting to me. I reach towards him again, only to be pushed away once more.

  I furrow my brows, trying to devise a quick plan. Eventually, I decide to be as annoying as possible. I begin to stroke him quickly, getting pushed away quickly. The same happens when I lick him again, his glare never once leaving me as he replies to Fitz. "No, I- I don't know where he is."

  I whine impatiently, seeing John's eyes widen with shock. He didn't want anyone to hear what we were up to, and I knew that. "John..." I whisper, barely audible to the man before me. He shoots me a look that could only mean 'please don't.' I was never one for rules. I wear a smug grin before moaning aloud for both of them to hear, "Please, John!"

  Both John and Fitz go dead silent as I keep up my antics, letting out whines to accompany my actions. "I-I gotta go-" John rushes, ending the call in a hurry.

  He shoves his phone back into his pocket, gripping my hair roughly. "What'd you do that for, huh?" he asked, or more like demanded an answer.

  "I couldn't wait any longer, John." I murmur, grabbing a hold of him again. "I want you."

  "Fuck." he exhales, loosening his grasp on me. I take it as an invitation to keep going. Wrapping my lips around his length once more, I can hear him moaning freely now. "I'm so close..."

  He forces my head down again, this time with extra force. I gag slightly before getting into a fast rhythm. John only hisses out my name, followed by a string of profanities. "I'm gonna cum!" he yelps, tugging my hair once last time before finishing in my mouth.

  I swallow quickly, tasting him in my mouth. I lick up any remnants off of him, and he sighs deeply. I stand up, wiping the corner of my mouth with my sleeve. John gives me a dazed smile, fumbling with his belt.

  We connect our lips, and John pulls me close once he'd finished with his belt. Separating from him was the hardest part. We breathe in the air around us, chests heaving slightly.

  "Fitz asked if we could go to their party." John says, his voice lower than usual. "A-at their place."

  "Did you want to go?" I ask, fixing the collar of his sweatshirt with care.

  "I thought we could have a good time somewhere else."

  I chuckle, knowing exactly what he means. "Alright, lead the way." I reply, letting him pull me out of the closet. He leads me off towards his hotel, and something is telling me that this is going to be a fun night.