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A/N: Anon requested more Johnny fics, and I am happy to oblige. Next after this will be the part 2 to my latest Josh fic. I struggled a lot with this one, I won't lie. I tried coming at this from a different angle; I hope you all still enjoy it.

Johnny Kelly × fem!reader (18+) porn with mild plot and some fluff: cw for mild substance use and unprotected outdoor sex

"Come on sweetie, you can do it! say 'cheese'!"

The toddler ignored her father's call, more interested in plapping her tiny hand onto the wooly back of the sheep in front of her.

Your camera snapped a photo anyway, thumbing over the film wheel to ready another shot. "I don't think she's gonna bite, John" you smiled with a shake of your head. "Still a cute picture"

"Aw man, but she just did it!," he sighed a bit, bouncing his daughter in his arms as she blew spit bubbles at the animal peering up at her from the petting zoo fence.

"She's not a performer like her papa" you clapped him on the back sympathetically. Her little grimace -would've- been a funny shot.

"Maybe not" he relented, standing up straight with an "oof"

It wasn't often the drab 4s little ones got together for an outdoor play-date, but fall was in full swing and that meant baby's first memories. It also meant more of your amateur photography of your boyfriend being frankly an amazing dad; far too cute to pass up.

Kenny was chasing around his oldest, who shrieked with delight every time she could 'get away' from her dad's sweeping arm grabs. Posted up on the picnic table they claimed in the grass was Josh; half asleep with his own daughter tucked into his arm and lightly rocking the car seat where Kenny's youngest slept with his foot.

"Thanks for comin, I know it's not the most 'romantic' of dates..." the drummer replied sheepishly, "but it makes the girls happy"

"Oh, it's no trouble! Besides, she's a lil cutie pie, aren't'cha sweetheart~?" You cooed at the little girl who instinctively hid her face under the black curtain of her dad's hair.

"Aww, are you shy? It's okay, hon," he soothed the infants grumbling, giving her a kiss. "She's a nice lady, promise~"

"Johnny, for the love of God, c'mon, it's your turn," Josh's drawl pipped up, catching both of your attentions, "I'm gettin eaten alive over 'ere"

"Alright, I'm comin," he laughed, bright and sunny as ever. He was met with a nonplussed stare as Josh's daughter ('Rebecca', if you remembered right?) was busy grabbing at his ear with the most jewelry in it; jangling it and trying to latch on with her mouth.

"Scuse me, ma'am," he mumbled at you softly; getting up so the two of you could sit together. It was hard not to laugh as tiny fingers grabbed hold of his nose, making his chiding of "that's enough kiddo, no more grabbin, 's not nice" become almost goose-like honking rather than words.

Turning your attention back to the man of your affections, your heart swelled with wamrth as he handled her. Uncaring that she would chew on his fingers or drool on his t-shirts, always patient and attentive, even if she was fussy. Being a single dad was tough, and seeing how good he was with kids was admirable.

"She's getting kinda sleepy," you lowered your voice as the little one in his arms gave a big yawn and a bleary look, leaning on Johnny's shoulder for a pillow. "All those animals tuckered her out"

"Tell ya what, why don't I take you out tonight? I'll drop missy here off with Pete 'n we can have some 'grown-up' fun, huh?" He leaned over to nuzzle your cheek, his goatee tickling gently.

"Yeah? What'cha have in mind, big guy?" You felt the heat in your face more than the smile on your lips as he returned the grin. Playfully nipping at you to make you giggle.

"Bonfire down at the lake, maybe a lil bit 'o Jack, 'n some tunes? Horse around?" He did his best whinny while ensnaring your waist with his free arm, pecking you incessantly

"You and your horses," you snickered, giving him a little shove, mindful of the baby. Curling up to him proper, it was all too easy to steal a proper kiss, full and warm. That is, until you were spotted by Megan mid-play, her face grimacing at you two.

"EEEEEWWWW!!! DADDY!!! UNCLE JOHNNYS KISSING AGAIN!!!"

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Peter was all too happy to babysit that night, leaving the lovebirds for the dirt road around the local lake where they had shot one of their first music videos themselves. Johnny's other baby, his car, chugged down the winding path faithfully as grey clouds accented the turned foliage.

"It really is beautiful..." you whispered against the window as the water came into clearer view "sure we won't get in trouble?"

"Nah, we won' make a big fuss," he flashed his pearly whites as he pulled to a stop. "Mind helpin me set up?"

"Not at all," you chirped, getting out to scout an ideal spot to set up 'camp'

It was real cozy in the crisp autumn air; a tarp down under a thick blanket to keep you from any damp ground, a small fire crackling with the cricket song, a bottle of Jack Daniels and cigarettes to split, and the man of the hour with his stereo and collection of cassettes in a case. Passing the bottle back and forth, the whiskey burned warm as he wrapped you in a second blanket, watching the firelight ripple off the water as the sunset colored the sky in reds and oranges.

"This is real nice, John..." a soft sigh escaped you as you leaned into his side, nuzzling into the leather of his jacket, playing with his necklace.

"Yeah? I'm havin a pretty good time myself~" he hummed, splaying his hand on your side, stroking you through your shirt. He took another swig and passed you the bottle. "Something" by The Beatles rolled on from the stereo sat up on a stump, and you felt his fingers tap against you to the beat.

"Keepin time?" shimmying up his torso, you snatched his cowboy hat off his head, placing it on your own before he could protest. The devilish grin that spread across his face was enough of an answer.

"I can make some time, can make a couple other things too~ c'mere~" he rolled you on top of him proper, wrapping those strong arms around your back to keep you there as he went in for a kiss. His taste of tobacco and whiskey was smooth, and paired well with the smell of the fire and gentle hum of the cassette changing songs. Getting lost in him was delicious, moaning into his mouth.

It stayed that way for a while as the sun finished its descent behind the horizon; painting the darkening sky in hues of purple and blue, a brave star standing out here and there in the gaps between the cloud cover. A sweet haze to cloud the mind.

"Oh Johnny... I love ya so much..." a soft murmur in the midst of a heated kiss, burning hot like the fire just a ways away. Touching his forehead with your own, panting for air as the heat of it all began climbing more and more. Be it the booze or the bonfire, you were ready. "I wanna make you feel good, John, please... please let me make you feel good..."

His reply a hot cry of a moan that echoed off the water's still surface; darkness swallowing up both of you save for the orange glow of the fire light. Reaching between your bodies, you found the bulge of his jeans. Instantly he bucked into your touch, searching for any crumb of friction.

"You sure?" Johnny asked a tad worried, relaxing his hold as you rolled off momentarily to shuck off your pants. He was a thoughtful lover, always caring about your pleasure and needs even when he was in the throes of it. It was cute.

"I'm sure," you tousled your hair a bit, standing above where he lay, hoping you looked appealing as you thought you did. Naked from the waist down, flannel top unbuttoned a bit to show off some cleavage, and still wearing his hat. "Now unzip those jeans for me, won't'cha?"

He whistled low, licking his lips a bit as he went to work fighting his belt. "Well now~ yes ma'am~" he hissed a bit as his length was exposed to the cool breeze. "Would love to see you ride on it, since you've got my hat 'n all. Might buck ya off if you're not careful~"

All you could do was smile. After throwing another log on the fire to hopefully keep the bugs at bay, you turned back to where he was lazily stroking himself, arm propping up his head to keep his eyes on his prize. Sauntering over, swaying your hips a little for him as you walked, you made yourself comfortable atop his hips.

His broad hands found purchase in the flesh of your thighs, stroking the supple skin, and stealing a grope or two of your asscheeks. The callouses in his palms were a comfort against the cold. Reaching below you to hold his shaft earned you a pleased groan, stroking him a bit to full hardness. Leaning forward with a hand on his chest, you lined him up, the feeling of his tip stroking between your lips making you cry out softly.

"Atta girl, that's it~" he huffed, holding back as his tip breached your walls, slowly letting you sink down onto the length of his cock.

"Oh fuck, Johnny!...Oh God, that's good"

Once you were stretched to his size, the real work began. The first pull out and push in were always the toughest, but from there, it was easy to find a rhythm. Bouncing on his cock had you sweaty and panting, so the natural order of things was to take the abandoned Jack bottle and polish it off. The whiskeys spice went well with the warmth growing in your lower belly, stray rivulets running down your chin and neck

"Allow me," he grunted, sitting up and grabbing hold of your waist to tip you back, but keep you from falling off as he latched onto the top of your breast, licking off the stray drops. "Not gonna let it go to waste, now~"

The new angle sent another hot cry of yours echoing out into the woods as he licked and kissed you clean of any trace of liqour. Brown eyes were blown and dark, the orange glow of the fire making them beautifully haunting as he settled back down satisfied, licking his lips.

In response, the pace was increased, your breasts practically bouncing out of your bra from the effort, making sure to keep his hat on while your knees began to ache somewhere deep in the back of your mind. Every time he slammed back into you was another staccato moan.

Johnny was quick on the draw, those skilled hands going back to their favorite spot as he began to meet you in the middle. Every thrust timed to your bounce, sending him deeper inside, carving a new space inside.

"Baby you're tearin me up!" You hollered as he dug his heels into the blanket for better leverage. A few more thrusts had him filling you deep, hot and heavy as he threw his head back, riding out the pleasure. Even when he was done he didn't stop, reaching up to give your clit a few tight strokes.

White hot stars blasted your vision as you came, the feeling of his spend and your slick coating the inside of your thighs. Slowing to a tremble atop him, he pulled you to his chest before you could fall off, squeezing you tight. He was breathing hard, sweat slick brow pushing into your nape, eager for anything. Your smell, the softness of your hair, the taste of your skin.

"I love you," he spoke hoarsely in the safety of your flesh

"Love you back," you huffed out, burying your face into his thick mane.

"You're too good to me," he began after a while, finally catching his breath, "You're good with kids, you tolerate my schemes... didn't think I'd ever feel like this again..."

"Aw, John, baby, You're too hard on yourself" pulling back to give him a smile, you pushed his hair out of his face to kiss his temple softly, leaving a little smear of lipstick behind.

He gently rolled you off him and set about cleaning up, wrapping you in the spare blanket while the last of the wood was put on the dying blaze.

"Tell ya the truth, i don't really wanna leave" you hummed, pulling your pants back on

"I'm afraid we may not be able to, don't think I can drive after all that. I'm sorry baby" he rubbed his neck sheepishly, "lemme try sobering up a bit, then we can head out"

"Oh my, spending more time with you? Simply a tragedy," you snickered as he lay back beside you. He snatched his hat back off your head and put it on his own.

"Think you can ride this horse all night?" He did a frankly laughable impression of one of those movie cowboys, finger guns 'n all, and let out a chuckle

"Maybe baby, just maybe~"

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