#i am a multifaceted person (johnny gets topped by a woman instead of a man this time)

[ohbo-ohno]

do you think that when johnny is injured reader could. tie him up. if so inclined?? he's always dominant except with Simon but now he can't move as well, so you want to have your way with him and tease him and make him cry and beg. cause what's he gonna do about it?? maybe once he's already at the crying stage after having been edged for a while, Simon comes home and either helps tease him or tells you to finish what you started and let him off the hook?? I think there's some potential steam here😁😫

yes anon. i do think that. i also am obsessed with your brain <3

feeling mean towards johnny today. sorry king! listened to "get me hype" by lebra jolie and "we not humping remix" by monaleo and flo mili while writing this for the mean sexy woman vibes so it's like suuuuper horny

it's 2.3k of just porn below the cut babe. cw: you attempt to noncon johnny but he's into it, edging, rough sex at the end.

you're heavy handed with the medicine the night you plan to get your revenge. just a little extra mixed into a glass of water for him, enough for him to sleep heavily.

you know you can't tie him up like he'd tied you, not with his ribs broken. you also know you shouldn't care, know that logically you should be finding a heavy object and making his ribs the least of his problems but... no. you can't do that. you just can't, ok?

so you do what you can do. you tie his wrists to the headboard, spread his arms wide so he's as vulnerable as he can be. you tie his ankles too, but you tie them together so he's not fully spread eagle.

he's a heavy motherfucker, and it takes you longer than you thought it would've to get him tied properly. you also spend more time than you would've thought on the knots, tying and retying them until your fingers are red because they're too loose every time.

johnny wakes up when you're getting his second ankle tied to the baseboard. he's a little grumbly, makes these little moaning sounds as he shifts in the bed. he shakes off the drugs far faster than you think is reasonable, head lifting and blinking a few times.

"bonnie?"

you glare up at him, a little peeved he's already fucking up your plan. "what?" you snap back.

he makes an offended little noise in his throat, eyebrows furrowing as he looks from his ankle to you and back again. "wh'tr... wh't're you doin'....?"

the fact that he's slurring your words gives you a little more hope. you ignore him, and it takes three more tries before you can get the knot right.

he's more awake once you do, wrists twisting and legs shifting.

you move to stand over him, cross your arms over your chest and scowl. you've got the stupid fucking chain on still, simon hadn't taken it off before he left (just in case. be good and i'll think about letting you loose next time) and it bumps against your naked arms.

neither of you speaks as you stare down at him. kind of a shocker, considering how much johnny likes to run his mouth.

you move onto the bed after a minute of examining your handywork, climb over his thighs to straddle his knees.

"oh?" johnny's smirking, relaxing a little into the position you've got him locked in. "you just wanna play a little, lass? shoulda just asked, would let you do whatever you want to me."

your scowl grows deeper. you lean over, elbows planted on either side of his hips, snarling "shut up, johnny" and taking the head of his cock in your mouth.

he wasn't entirely hard, still mostly soft actually, but as you sink slowly down on him hips jerk and he shouts, dick fattening quickly on your tongue.

you pull of when he nearly chokes you, glare up at him. "you want your dick sucked or not?"

"ok, ok," he pants, eyes wide and a little glassy as he puts visible effort into settling his hips so they're still on the mattress. "sorry, bonnie, i'll let you work, yeah? be nice and still for you, promise-"

"for the love of god," you roll your eyes, quickly sinking back down onto him just so he'll stop talking for even a second.

he moans loudly as you make your way down his shaft, tongue tracing a vein on it's underside. when your hand lifts to stroke what you can't fit in your mouth yet, his hips start to thrust again.

you start to pull off, but he whines and says "no, no, stay down, bonnie 'm sorry, won't move, promise" so you keep playing with him.

one hand jacks his cock and the other lifts to toy with his balls, slipping down past his taint and nudging just the tip of one finger into his hole.

he's a mess, head thrown back and eyes closed as his hands twist and his torso shifts back and forth. you can feel his thighs flexing beneath you.

you finally get your lips wrapped around his base, gagging at how far back he reaches, but you force yourself to swallow, trying to overwhelm him as much as possible.

it works, he can't help the little thrusts of his hips, quick apologies darting from his mouth between moans and sighs.

just as he gets to the edge, right when his thighs start to tense and he goes a little still, you pull away completely.

his cock jerks up against his stomach and for a second you think you waited too long, but then his teary eyes blink open and he looks up at you so confused.

you smirk.

"what?" you hum, trialing one nail up the underside of his cock. it twitches again, and you dig your nail into the sensitive head. "oh, did you want to come?"

he growls a little, voice dipping lower as he speaks. "bonnie... what're you playin' at?"

you try and blink as innocently as you can up at him, kneel and crawl up his body until you can rest your nails on his chest, pussy hovering a few inches above his cock. "nothing," you say, stroking his chest hair a bit. "'m just playing with you, johnny." you can't quite keep the snarl out of your voice, can't help the little crinkle in your nose.

his eyes light up a little bit, and as he goes to open his mouth you stuff a few fingers inside. he's not too upset about the intrusion, closing his lips over your knuckles immediately. when you say "go ahead, get 'em wet for me" he starts licking at them without hesitation. gets his tongue between them and works so much spit up in his mouth that it dribbles out at the corners.

you pull away a second later, say "that's enough of that" and give him a little pat on the cheek.

"what's next, lass?" he asks, eyes eager and shoulders relaxed despite the way you can see his stomach clenching.

you tilt your head. "it's a show, johnny. i won't spoil it."

you bring your sopping fingers down to your pussy, lean back on your heels so it's thrusted out to his face and spread your lips. you're wetter than you'd like, don't want him knowing how slick sucking his cock made you.

you trace your clit to try and distract him, quickly moving on to slipping a finger inside of yourself.

you mewl, biting your lip at the pleasure of it as you move nice and slowly. while you always seem to get off with simon and johnny, prior to your captivity you had usually preferred slower sex. you indulge in it now, just barely stroking over your clit and thrusting nice and slowly.

when you slip a second finger in, johnny speaks again. "you're so fuckin' pretty, bonnie. pretty little kitty, huh? so sweet to your pussy. you gonna let me fuck her?"

you try and hold back the moan at his words, fail. "i don't know, johnny," you reply. "not sure you can do any better than i can."

he groans in response, hips starting to work beneath you again. "nah, c'mon lass, you know that's not true. i'll feel so good inside, huh? be so nice and sweet to the two of you, make you feel so good, c'mon-"

you force yourself to slow even further, to regain control of the situation before you lose it complteltey.

you're quiet as you slide a little down his body, picking his cock up with the casualness you'd use for one of your dildos. he moans loudly as you line him up with your hole, kneeling there for a second to make him suffer.

you hover there long enough for him to blink at you, eyebrows furrowed. "what-?"

you cut him off by dropping, taking him to the hilt in one go. you both throw you heads back, letting out long moans in sync.

you sit there longer than he would've let you, had he been control. it's nice to let yourself adjust fully for once, feels good to just sit there and have him inside you.

not so good you won't continue with the rest of your plan, though.

he tries thrusting into you a few times, but you literally sit your weight onto him, don't give enough room to pull out. he barely lasts a minute before he starts begging.

"lass, what're- c'mon, what's goin' on? huh? let me fuck you. will be so good, promise, can hit all the right spots for you. feel big inside you, don't i? lean forward, hen, let me do the work. i'll get you off, get you off more than once if you need it."

you try and ignore him, rolling your head on your neck and breathing deeply. but his words get to you, and you place your hands on either side of his body to give yourself the leverage to start lifting up and dropping back down. just an inch or two at first, working yourself up to more.

he's moaning and whining beneath you, eyes clenched tight as he tries to thrust into you at any little chance you give him.

you carry on that way for while, going at the nice, slow pace you prefer.

but eventually you start to get a little tired. drop from your hands to your elbows, head falling a little bit and not able to left your hips up as much.

"gettin' tired, pretty girl?" johnny coos from above you, breath heavy despite his tone. "yeah, i know. 's why me and simon gotta take control, huh? y' just can't fuck yerself right. it's okay, it's okay," he soothes when you whine at his words. "lean forward, hen, i'll take care of you. fuck you good and deep, like you need."

you whine a little more loudly, force yourself back up and shake your head vehemently. "no, no... don't need..." you huff, blowing hair out of your face. "don't need you to fuck me right. i can do it myself."

johnny tilts his head. "can you?"

you growl a little, lift up and slam down to prove your point. sends the both of you moaning again, has you falling forward a bit and clenching your eyes shut.

you make it a while longer. but eventually you slow down again, panting heavily and whining a little on each exhale.

"c'mon, baby," johnny moans, and you can hear his hands yank where they're tied above him. "why are you bein' such a brat? let me fuck you, you know it'll be good."

"no," you whine again, opening your eyes just enough to glare. "you don't get to."

his eyes narrow at that, body falling still beneath yours.

"get to?" he repeats, and something in his tone makes you think that you might've pushed him too far this time.

you blink and his hands are moving toward you, the rope falling away from the headboard. you blink again and he's got you by the hips flipping the two of you over.

his legs are still tied so he kneels back on his ankles, pulls you down onto his lap and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

"i get to do whatever the fuck i want with you, bonnie. y'know why?"

you don't answer, and one of his hands lifts to slap at one of your tits.

"c'mon, pretty girl. tell me why. tell me why i can do whatever i want with you."

you whine, shaking your head and jerking when he slaps your chest again. he snarls in your ear at your refusal, pulling almost entirely out before slamming back in.

his pace is familiar, but no less devastating than it always is. one of his hands stays locked on your hip, the other lifting to grab you by the chain hanging from your collar and holding you still while he has his way with you.

"say it," he snarls in your ear, teeth latching onto your earlobe and squeezing just enough for you to yelp. he gives a little tug, on both your ear and your collar, and it makes your eyes cross.

the hand on your hip slides down your stomach, his thrusts becoming sloppier as your body starts moving with his again. he plucks at your clit, stroking in just the way you like.

"y'know the answer, lass, say it and you can come," he growls low in your ear, voice rumbling through your back.

"no!" you shout, head thrashing against his shoulder as your thighs twitch and your cunt aches.

there's a sharp slap to your clit, johnny pausing buried completely inside of you and ignoring your shout. he pinches your clit before the sting has dissipated, twisting until you start fighting him.

your back arches away from him as you wail, hands moving to shove and scratch at his arm.

"say it!" he shouts in your ear, voice raised to be heard over your caterwauling.

"pet! be-because i'm your pet!" you finally scream, face twisted in pain as his fingers just pinch tighter and tigher.

he lets go as soon as you get the words out, fingers stroking slowly and softly over your poor abused clit.

"there you go, lassie," he murmurs in your ear, pulling out slowly and pushing back in at the same pace. "good girl, was that so hard? huh? it feels so nice to be good, yeah?"

he whispers praises in your ear as he brings you to an orgasm, one that has you crying out and shaking at how overwhelming everything feels.

when he pulls his hands away from your clit and collar you fall forward, unable to hold your torso up without his support.

you hear him chuckle and then, a second later, another lower chuckle.

your eyes blink open on instinct, and you see simon's silhouette in the doorway. he takes a few steps closer and strokes a hand down your back.

"thanks for the show, johnny," he rumbles.

"hmm," you hear johnny hum from behind you. "you want a turn too, l.t.?"

"when you're done. i think you deserve some more time with her, puppy."