#johnny cage x male reader

[shrowded-eng1ma]

Hey! Can i request flirty Intro dialogue’s for mk1 but with male characters this time? (male reader or gn please)

Sure

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Characters; Syzoth (Reptile), Rizzler Cage, Bi-Han (SubZero), Gn Reader

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Syzoth

I can see Liu kang taught you how to ensnare me in your fiery passion

What? The monks taught me. Not Liu kang.

Ready to lose?

I will be the winner once my tongue reaches you

Say Syzoth? Why’s Ashrah interested in you?

The same reason why IM intrigued in you

(I couldn’t think of any else ;-;)

Johnny Rizz

It’s surprising your not edenian angel~

Who’s angel?

I’m lost in your eyes, and I don’t want a map to the exit, only a map the leads into your arms~

This IS a sparing match cage, not an acting set

It’s pretty cold yeah? Come here, let me warm you up~

I like the cold

Sub-Zero

Around you, I feel a fire hotter then my brothers flame

Uh.. thanks..?

Your beauty is as chilling as my cryomancer abilities, yet it warms my heart

Wait.. my beauty is chilling? Isn’t that bad?!

Like ice and snow, our connection is undeniable

What connection?

[ilovelosermen69]

That mfer johnny cage gets more bisexual with every game he's in

[yanderestarangel]

★ STARBOY | JOHNNY CAGE X FTM READER ★

TW: afab anatomy, ftm reader, vaginal sex, sex without a condom, creampie, praise kink, slight degradation.

Sounds of low, hoarse moans, the light from buildings along the length of Hollywood's stone jungle entered the luxurious room of Cage's mansion.

You saw yourself riding his cock, your cunt gripping his thick, naked length, bodies working in a slow and passionate rhythm, constant and mutual, he moved his hips lightly with each movement of yours, Johnny grabbed your soft flesh, leaving light marks.

The smell of expensive wine and designer perfume that came from him entered your nose, making you more intoxicated at the moment, taking your hands to the muscles of his shoulder, slowly passing to the sides of his neck, damp and hot with sweat, reaching the back of his skin, running his fingers through the soft strands like a calm and sensual massage, his brown eyes penetrated yours, watching you with a face of satisfaction and lustful destruction, that gave you the gas to continue, he knew that, he did that on purpose, Johnny knew that you loved seeing his face contort with pleasure because of you, and he made sure to show you every reaction, every pure reaction of ecstasy that you gave him.

His moans were getting louder by the minute, you could feel your inner walls squeeze his fat cock tightly, but you didn't want to cum, not now.

Johnny knew you were close to cumming, he knew the tightness of your pussy for months, years, time was relative at that moment, drunk on you and for you, only your body did that to him

"-Continue... You're doing so well... Please baby." -Johnny spoke hoarsely and needily, needy for you, he needed you, he wanted to cum, he needed to show you that you were his star. No one shone brighter in the starry sky of Johnny Cage's life and heart than you, in fact, at that moment, who was there was not Johnny Cage the movie star, but John Calton, the man in love with you, the man who would kiss the ground you walk on.

Your hips moved faster, the sound of skin against skin as Johnny thrust into you, helping you enter the sweet spot inside your pussy was so damn good.

Johnny saw a single tear fall from your beautiful face, you were so overstimulated, it was beautiful to see, you were beautiful, you were the most beautiful thing in his life, the luxury around his mansion was insignificant compared to you.

He wiped away your tears, and then kissed you, tongues fighting for control even though they didn't even have control of themselves, as he pushed deeper grabbing the sides of your ass, his head spun with the pleasure of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock him as well as if you were tailor-made for him, perhaps, you were.

"-I just want to see you shine because I know you are a star, baby..." -Johnny also said, shedding some tears, pushing deeper into your pussy, connected by flesh but also by the dance of your hearts.

"-Oh, you've been such a good boy for me, taking my cock like a champ. Look at you, so beautifully submissive, so eager to please. Your pussy feels so tight around me, so wet and welcoming. Don't you You can imagine how much it turns me on to see you spread out before me, submitting to my every desire." -Johnny's voice oozes with lust and dominance as he continues to ravage your trembling body, his grip on your neck adding a thrilling touch to the pleasure.

"-That's it, my little slut. Take every inch of me. I want to feel you milking me, your pussy clenching around me, desperate for more. You're so wet for me, aren't you? Admit it, tell me how much you You need my cock inside you." -He punctuates his words with powerful thrusts, his hips colliding with yours in a rhythm that brings you both closer to the edge.

"-Look at those tits bouncing, begging to be fucked. You're a naughty little slut, and I love it. You're mine to use, to fuck, to make scream. Your pleasure belongs to me, and I will win. Don't stop until I have claimed until the last moan of those beautiful lips of yours..." -Johnny's voice is hoarse with desire as he continues to move inside you, his eyes fixed on yours, filled with a mixture of adoration and lust.

"-Yes, darling, you are my star. You are the only one who lights up my world. Your beauty, your passion, everything surpasses anything else. You are enough, more than enough for me. I want you to feel that, believe it deep down in your core." -He continues to move inside you, each thrust into your pussy fueled by a desire to show how much you mean to him.

"-Yes, you're my dirty little star. So eager to please, so hungry for my cock. I can't get enough of you. Your pussy is so tight, so wet for me. You're making me lose control, boy. But don't worry, I'll take care of you. I'll make sure you shine brighter than any star in the sky." -He runs his fingers across your skin, leaving a trail of fire.

"-Fuck, you're doing so well, my star. I'm going to fuck you until you're a quivering mess, completely destroyed by pleasure. Your moans, your screams, are like a symphony to my ears. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I saw it and I'm not going to stop." -With one final thrust, Johnny pushes you to the limit, cumming inside your pussy, jets hitting your uterus, your body shaking with ecstasy as you succumb to the pleasure, to his touch, you were his and never and no one would change That, after all, he was your star boy and you were his star.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ-ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ

this ones super self-indulgent, simply cause im in a bit of a mood and i need comfort. so why not write little drabbles with my HUSBANDS!!!! sorry im still working on requests! my schedule is packed and thursdays are about the only days i get to myself, so im working on them, i swear!!!

for more context, there's a couple different ways people can be touch-starved and how people react. i know some people seek out touch actively, but im one of the people who has an aversion to it. that's why it's written like the reader doesn't quite enjoy it!

also, this was kind of inspired by Kocham Wolność by Chłopcy z Placu Broni

cw: male reader, just fluff really, bonus, proofread

-Johnny Cage

Johnny's flashy, touchy, and over-the-top. Of course he is, he has to be. With his status, he wants everyone to know exactly who you are and show you off. You're all his, and only his, and he needs every single one of his fans to know.

So when you shy away from his touch, dodge away from his hand, or even keep your distance the very first time, his heart shatters. He doesn't quite know how to handle it. But he doesn't go with the same approach. He doesn't give up, either.

He's a sucker for physical touch, and if he's denied it, he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He quite literally looks down at them and wonders what he can do.

His first thought is that you dislike him, actually. That you hate him. He has a deep-seated fear of rejection, and for his beloved to turn away from his warmth and love, it stings. He overthinks, and he reacts as such.

Johnny is a 50/50 with being logical. It depends where he is and what environment he is in. However, with love, where he is completely and utterly vulnerable, giving his all to his boyfriend, logic does not take place with his emotions. He does not think that you do not seek the touch he seeks, he craves.

But, before he can let that vile, horrid, agonizing feeling in the back of his throat take hold, there's slight reassurance. A soft gaze that mends his broken heart, if only for a moment. That's when he finally rationalizes.

You don't even need to tell him at that point, he silently understands. Besides, he has other ways he can show his love for you. Spoils you rotten, tells you all he loves about you. See, he can find ways to make up for the lack of physical touch!

Johnny makes sure to ask you before any physical encounter. He asks to hold your hand, asks to hug you, asks to hold you, asks everything. And each time you say yes, he has the biggest grin on his face.

One night, while you two were sitting on the hood of Johnny's car by some cliff,- like those stupid romantic scenes in movies- you lean over to Johnny and rest your head on his shoulder. Your arms are touching, his shoulder provides a comfortable pillow. You feel safe. Gazing at the very few stars scattered in the sky, the night sky's beauty stolen by the city below (and by you, Johnny says). Johnny's beaming. He's trying so hard not to show it, he's trying to act cool. But he can't. He's almost vibrating because of the butterflies in his stomach. He's proud of you, he's in love with you, and god, he's so happy. He leans his head on yours, and whisper all sorts of sweet things, 'I love you', 'You mean so much to me', 'You're the most beautiful man I know', and 'Thank you'.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Since Kenshi focuses on touch mainly in the relationship, he has to re-evaluate how he goes about this without touch. He doesn't start off with it, like Johnny does. But he slowly builds up to it. And when he tries to place a hand on your shoulder, feeling you completely dodge him almost feels humbling.

He's at a loss. But unlike Johnny, his first thought is the right one. Perhaps you aren't ready, you aren't comfortable. And that's okay. He's going to think of different ways to seek out your affection, even though physical touch is the only way he really understands love.

But, he also understands. He knows what it's like to dislike touch, after years of hollow touch and forced affection. And he understands if you just don't trust him enough, he's empathetic.

He'll wait for you, however long it takes. He isn't afraid to admit it's a bit disheartening, but he understands and he loves you and he will always wait for you. He still cherishes your time together, and it isn't spoiled one bit. Besides, he can tell you just how much he adores you. He doesn't have to rely on touch every time.

Like Johnny, he will always ask. But he does prefer that you make the first move, at that point. Any little touch, he also cherishes. Even if it's your hand accidentally brushing against his while walking. You always catch a small smile from him when that happens.

He's happy as is, really. The lack of physical touch doesn't take away anything from the relationship or from you. Simply basking in your presence is enough for you. He adores you, and he knows you're his as much as he's yours. That understanding is really the only thing he craves in the relationship.

He relishes in every little touch you give him, however. Simply holding hands is the most intimate thing to him. He isn't big on PDA, but he loves holding your hand anywhere in public. Even if Sento offers slight guidance to him, he loves knowing you're there to guide him.

The night you finally initiated contact, he fell deeper in love with you. It was quiet, alone, still. In your room, you lay next to him, simply enjoying the pleasures of the mundane. You reach for his hand, and gently trace the ink on his hands. He's calm, collected, but inside burns a fire so bright, that you can feel his body temperature rise. He slowly turns his hand, opening his palm to you. For a moment, your fingers linger, tracing the creases in his hand, before finally intertwining your fingers with his. He turns his head to you, a soft and inviting small on his face. He breaks the silence, whispering an 'I love you, so much', before the silence lay over you two once more.

-Bonus! Johnny Cage AND Kenshi Takahashi

They both agree not to smother you and take their time with you and your comfort. Since most dates and activities will always center around all three of you, they're specifically gentle with you, and are rather hands off with both you and each other (as hard as that is for them).

Just because they are comfortable with each other and each other's touch, doesn't mean they are going to flaunt it. Kenshi believes the ideal is to slowly incorporate you into events. To suffocate you with the idea of touch is too much.

And they do just that. Johnny follows Kenshi's lead, really. Neither of them can live without your touch, and the idea of turning you away is a mutual fear.

When you found yourself between Kenshi and Johnny, simply "watching" a movie from Johnny Dearest, you ended up placing your head in Kenshi's lap, and your legs in Johnny's. You were tired, that was all. Just so happens you had the most comfortable men to lay on. Johnny gave Kenshi the most bewildered look, before realizing the man was still blind. But regardless, Kenshi almost shared the sentiment. However, Kenshi didn't waste his chance. He places his hand on your head, scratching at your scalp. While Johnny just revels in the fact that you've finally warmed up to them.

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[spicyspiders]

Casting Couch

Johnny Cage x male reader smut

1.2k words

a/n: I was going to put a little bit of plot in this, but I decided to just jump straight into the smut. In this story, Johnny owns a casting couch company that the reader is auditioning at.

“You’re gonna be a star, baby,” Johnny says, lifting the phone towards his face. His free hand goes to the front of his pants to rub at the already prominent bulge. “You ever sucked a cock before?” He asks.

You shake your head and have to pull your eyes away so you look up and audibly respond, “no.”

“Fuck,” Johnny says in awe, “you can’t even take your eyes off it.”

Not even realizing your eyes had fallen back down, one of his fingers hooks under your chin to turn your face back up. The finger under your chin moves to trace your lips before it slowly presses inside your mouth.

The finger doesn’t go deep, just moves in so Johnny can press the pad of it against your tongue. He lets out a groan when you suck at the digit and you watch as his fingers tighten around the phone he’s holding.

Johnny pulls his finger from your mouth to wrestle with his belt and pants, “let me,” you say, giving Johnny a soft smile as your fingers replace his.

Johnny’s belt and pants fall to his ankles with a clink, leaving his lower body in an expensive looking pair of underwear. You’re pretty sure they’re silk.

The fabric is as soft as they look under your nose when you move forward to run your nose along Johnny’s cock. You feel his cock give a twitch under your nose, making you wonder if you can get it to do the same thing again, but with your tongue instead.

“I almost don’t want to film this,” Johnny says quietly, like he’s talking to himself. “So I can keep you all to myself,” he places a warm palm on the back of your neck to press your face into his still clothed-cock.

Johnny’s fingers tighten for a split second around the back of your neck. The possessive feel of the action nearly makes you let out a whimper, but you instead open your mouth to pant wetly against his growing bulge.

“Please,” you whisper, looking up at Johnny through your lashes.

“Fuck, you’re eager,” Johnny says, his voice low and rough.

With the hand at the back of your neck, he pulls you back to push his underwear down, exposing his cock.

You stay in place when Johnny pulls his hand away so he can wrap his fingers around his cock. You watch as Johnny’s cock grows to full hardness in a few strokes, a clear pearl of precome waits for you at the tip when Johnny’s fingers go back to your neck.

The salty flavor hits your tongue when you lick at the head, and the flavor intensifies when you press the tip of your tongue into the slit.

“Hey,” Johnny says quietly, “look up at the camera, baby,” Johnny says, his fingers tightening on the back of your neck.

The pet name sends a warm feeling through your body, straight down to your cock. You aren’t sure of where to place your hands, but you opt to keep them at your sides. You meet Johnny’s eye before looking at the small lens of the camera.

“Good boy,” Johnny murmurs, his fingers loosening so he can get a better grip and get your mouth further on his cock.

The two words send another thrill through your body, your cock giving another twitch. One of your hands moves to your crotch to press the heel of your hand to your hardening cock. You moan at the feel, the vibrations going straight through Johnny’s cock.

Johnny moans at the feel and pulls his cock free from your mouth, “you like that? You like it when I call you that?” Johnny questions, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Let me see,” he commands, moving the camera to where he can see where your hand lies.

You spread your legs so Johnny can get a better view. You pull your hand away so Johnny can see the bulge in your pants. The second your hand is gone, you feel an itch under your skin to put it right back where it was.

“That’s it,” Johnny whispers.

You pant wetly against the shiny head of Johnny’s cock, and wait until he’s pulled the phone away before you take his cock again. You take it deeper this time, as deep as you can until you can feel the head meet your gag reflex.

Johnny groans above you, his head falling back. Tears fell from your eyes as his cock had gone deeper, and Johnny wipes them away after he pulls his cock free from the wet suction of your mouth.

“You okay?”

You nod after catching your breath and wipe the rest of your tears away quickly. “Yeah,” you say, your voice sounding rough.

“Want to try again?” Johnny asks. He rubs the slick head of his cock along your lips and pushes it back inside after you nod.

Knowing how far you can take him, you bob your head up and down, making sure to not take his cock too far.

It must be good enough for Johnny as he moans as your lips glide wetly over his cock. Your jaw soon begins to ache, but the low sounds Johnny makes keep you on his cock. You breathe heavily through your nose, trying to take in as much air as you can to get rid of your growing lightheadedness.

“Easy, baby, easy,” Johnny says, pulling his cock from your mouth with his hand at the base. He chuckles down at you and gives a slow stroke to his cock, “are you sure you haven’t done this before?” He questions, angling the phone so the camera can see how wet you’ve made his cock.

“I haven’t, but I’ve seen your videos.”

Johnny lets out another laugh, “smart boy,” he responds. “Where do you want me to come, on your pretty face, or your hot mouth?” He asks, giving another stroke to his cock.

“My face,” you respond after a moment of thought.

You’re back on Johnny’s cock when he pulls his hand away and it falls to his side. You run your tongue along the bottom, right on the vein on the underside. When you reach the tip, you go back down, but instead, you go lower to tongue at his balls.

Johnny lets out another loud groan when you suck one of them into your mouth. You move to the next and leave the other like the first: soaked with your spit.

“You’re trying to fucking kill me, baby,” Johnny says, his voice low and rough. He wraps a fist around the base of his cock and strokes from root to tip in quick jerks until he’s shooting across your face.

The smell of his come hits you first, then you get the taste when you lick your lips to get what landed on your lips onto your tongue. The salty, bitter taste lights up your tastebuds, reminding you of how hard your cock is in your pants.

You watch as Johnny tosses the phone onto the couch beside him. He pulls his underwear and pants back up and tucks his cock into his pants. He steps away as he fastens his belt back on and returns a few minutes later.

Johnny wipes your face with the wet cloth he returned to the room with. He pulls you up onto your feet after throwing the cloth in the same direction he had thrown the phone.

“You okay?” he questions softly.

“I’m good,” you respond, sending Johnny a smile.

“Seems like it,” Johnny grins, his fingers brushing your hard cock, “can I take care of that?”

[bisexualcage]

Stunt Work | Johnny Cage x Trans Male

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Male Reader (trans male/masc)

Summary: you’re a stunt double working on one of Johnny’s films, he’s annoying to work with and you think you both mutually hate each other…at least you thought.

Warnings: NSWF! 🔞 MDNI!!, mentions of afab anatomy, there’s almost no plot but I tried my best so it’s a little layered.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/C: I didn’t really proof read this a whole lot, so ignore any errors pls <3

Part 2 here <-

“Alright, Cage, you gotta commit to it man stop flaking— grab his shoulder, flip him over and leg lock.” The director instructed Johnny who was shirtless, sweating and in an overall fussy mood because he couldn’t for some reason commit to performing the stunt on you all the way.

“Hop off my sack, man. I’m trying.” Johnny breathed heavily.

“If I may-“ you tried to put in a word of advice but it was quickly shut down.

“Listen, G.I Joe, zip it-“ Johnny barked, all cocky.

“You both been acting like cats and dogs all day, cut it out!” He yelled and then turned to Johnny, “What’s gotten in to you? You’re literally a martial artist, an actor, and you keep stopping at a simple leg lock?” The director whispered at him, patting his back.

The director not reprimanding his shitty behavior and only talking about his stunt block made you scoff loudly.

Johnny gave you a brief look before looking away and shaking his head, “I know I am, I’m the best there is— I’m Johnny Cage for god’s sake.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, another take! We’re gonna get this!” The director yelled.

You rolled your eyes and got to position, as well as Johnny getting in to fighting stance in front of you.

“Action!”

Johnny started throwing his moves at you, you dodged them successfully and then the sequence he struggled was next. He grabbed your shoulder, flipping you over on to the padded floor harshly which made you groan, and then finally performing the leg lock on you— extending your leg between his thighs on the floor as you grunted. You thought he finally got the move down until you felt something firm against your thigh as he kept it in a hold. You hesitantly look down and notice that between his legs was a rock hard erection making you go completely still and your eyes widen. Of course, he noticed your reaction and he immediately let you go and stood up with an embarrassed look on his face. A blush covering his cheeks as his shades hid part of his face.

“Way to go, Johnny! That’s my boy!” The director yelled.

You got up from the padded floor and cleared your throat, a heat coming from your neck. Not really looking at him as you were ready to run off set to your trailer.

“Are we done?” You look at the director and ignore Johnny’s flushed face.

“Yes yes, go ahead and take your breaks.” He patted an immovable Johnny’s back.

Without even a second thought you rushed to your trailer, a bunch of feelings and thoughts flooding your head. You were confused as to why you felt an attraction to the asshole, you were supposed to hate his guts, right? But now, since it’s pretty obvious he didn’t wanna do a leg lock all day was because he didn’t wanna reveal the rock hard boner he got in that position with you it made any rationality of in your head vanish.

An hour passed since you were trying to relax in your trailer, that is until you heard a few firm knocks on your door making you jolt and walk to it.

“Listen, if the stunt needs more rehearsing I might shoot myself-“ your words caught at the back of your throat as you saw a showered Johnny in front of you with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

“Easy, G.I Joe. It’s me.” He grinned at you.

“No- we ain’t doing this shit. You cannot just knock on my door with a smile and expect me to forget how much of an insufferable dick you’ve been.” You went to close the door on his face but he shoved his foot in and firmly moved his way in.

“What the-“

“Unclench your ass, I just need to talk.” He walked in with his hands in his pockets, he was wearing slacks and a navy blue dress shirt with his usual shades.

You slam the door closed as you turn around and near him, “The only reason why I’m letting you in is because I need this damn job— I would have kicked your ass by now.”

Johnny smirked, completely not phased by your red angry face, taking his shades off and looking in to your eyes with his big brown warm eyes. “Listen, I know I was a bit of a dick but I like you despite our quarrels on set. It’s an eat dog eat dog world out there, baby.”

You scoff loudly, “Baby?”, a redness in your face.

Johnny walked around your trailer, looking at your room and decorations on the walls. “Never had anyone call you pet names huh, stud?”

You shake your head and follow behind him, “Forget that. Why the hell did you have a boner when you did a leg lock on me?”

His cocky smile suddenly falters as he turns around to meet your eyes, his face uneasy. “That’s what I came to chitchat about. I’d appreciate if you didn’t go around to gossip about that. It wouldn’t be good press.”

You laugh dryly, “So you didn’t come to explain yourself but rather save your ass?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “I’m a star, I don’t need any bs like that getting out there you understand? Plus, do you honestly think I could have controlled what happened?”

You shake your head, “That’s not the point. You know how many accidental boners I’ve experienced while doing stunt work? There’s friction when doing stunts it happens, it nothing perverted, But all of the actors I’ve worked with have apologized, just out of decency.”

Johnny actually stayed quiet, pondering on what to say, “I’m…I apologize. You know, I don’t usually apologize— I’ve been so out of it today and you being around just messed with my focus.”

You approach him more, “You’re blaming me for not being able to perform a stunt? I was distracting you?” You say bitterly.

“I’m not blaming you. Only explaining. I- I didn’t want to do the stunt all the way because I knew the second I got you on that leg lock…you’d feel it.” He looks away, a hint of vulnerability for the first time all day.

You sit down on a chair, taking a deep breath, “It wasn’t the friction.” He continued, looking at you with a certain emotion that you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“What-“

“It was you. Moment you walked on set.” He played with the rings on his fingers, a more serious look on his face.

There was a warmth that overtook your body, a shock. “But-“ you were cut off.

“Just let me get this out alright, G.I Joe? I know what it looks like; ‘Johnny Cage getting a boner over another guy’, it’s not ideal for my image. It’s not ideal for Hollywood if it got out that their poster boy for masculinity, heterosexuality and womanizing was…not necessarily that all along.” He swallowed deeply now, sitting down next to you and looking away.

“…I guess you’re more layered than I thought. A dick with shades of gray.” You say, trying to be somewhat lighthearted at the rather shocking truth.

Johnny chuckled softly playing with his hands, “I am a dick sometimes, that I don’t deny. But the truth is, most of what people see is a facade— As most publicity of actors in hollywood is. I was raised in to this industry to fit a certain mold and you do it long enough you sort of become that regardless…” he trailed off, now looking at you, “As corny as it is, I haven’t felt a more genuine attraction in years.”

You blush, taking a deep breath, “So, have you always liked guys? Or is this something…new?”

Johnny thinks deeply, “Always. I get with anyone really. I’m an actor, of course I’ve gotten with dudes.” He grins at you, a hopeful look in his eyes that urged you to elaborate on your own thoughts.

“I guess we finally found some type of common ground Hollywood, I’m pretty…fruity.” You cheese.

“You are..?” His brown eyes turned to a dark color suddenly, a sort of hungry expression in his face. “And you…fancy me also, right? I see it in your face…”

You take a deep breath, “Careful with the ego but yes.” You chuckle, “Think I was…quite mad that your little slip up on set didn’t turn me off.”

Suddenly you feel his hand on your knee, his thumb grazing over your pants, “Come on then stud…we both want it.” He says in a deep husky voice.

A shiver runs down you leg, “Isn’t it unprofessional to get involved with- with coworkers?”

He chuckles, “Oh sweetie, unprofessional is my middle name.”, he glided his hand up your thigh now, studying your every expression as he did.

“Good point…” you breathe faster, a warm feeling festering in your lower abdomen.

“Shhh…shhh.” He whispered, “Let me just…I’ve been harboring a boner all day because of you, we’re doing this…” he trailed off, his hand now reaches the button on your jeans undoing it.

“Wait I-“ you stand up in a slight panic, “There’s something I gotta say before we proceed…”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at you, confused and stands up with you, studying your face.

You start pacing around, “I’m trans. A trans guy. I just wanted to say something before we-“

Johnny chuckled softly, a relief on his face, “Sweetheart, I thought you were gonna tell me something horrific.” He touches his chest, “Don’t worry about it, stud.”

Your face turns amused, “Are- are you sure you know what I’m saying?”

Johnny approaches you now, rubbing the back of your neck with his warm hand, “You’re a trans man, I understand. But a man nonetheless.”

You grow goosebumps as he touches you, “That doesn’t bothe-“

“It doesn’t, This is Hollywood baby, you know how many different folks I’ve gotten down with? I got you.” He now made his hand trail down your chest, rubbing it passionately.

Your breath hitches and you become warm all over, his hand then trails down your abdomen to under pants, his hand reaching the waistline of your briefs. Pulling you close against his chest with his free hand, “Now, come here, be a good boy…” he kisses your lips for the first time firmly, all warm and wet.

You sync your lips with his and hum against his mouth, a groan leaving his throat the deeper he went. Sliding his hand in your briefs now, rubbing your crotch up and down making you moan against his mouth.

“Fuck…” you hiss, making a grin form on his lips.

Johnny then suddenly slips his hand out and starts undoing your pants, but before he pulls them down he looks in your eyes for approval. When he sees that you nod with a gulp he immediately pulls then down to your knees leaving you in your briefs, “Don’t worry, honey…” he whispers as he cups your jaw and kisses you on the cheek. He pulls back while gently guiding you to the couch, your back against it as he finishes pulling your pants off. There was a primal look in his eyes as he crawled between your legs and was on top of you, his chest laying against yours as he leaned in and kissed your neck desperately.

“Shit-“ your breath wavers, your skin hotter than the sun.

“Mmm- taste so good-“ you heard a groan leave the back of his throat, he then trailed his hands down to your hips and gripped them tightly. “You okay? You ready?” He looked in to your eyes for any hesitation— as cocky as he was you saw an undeniable softness in them now. A want to please, a want to do something for someone. The way his eyebrows quirked up slightly waiting for your answer, like a kid looking for some sort of validation. For someone to tell him yes and that he’s doing well. It made you reconsider everything you knew about him so far. Maybe he was just a man desperately trying to look for connection in an otherwise soulless industry that broke people. He wanted connection, he craved it— he wanted realness with someone.

You nod, rubbing his sides tenderly. He closed his eyes briefly at that, sighing deeply with a small smile on his lips. Then, he reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his shirt, immediately going to unbuckle his belt and his pants. At a point, you saw he was struggling to get them off, maybe it was nerves, maybe it was frustration, so you sat up sightly between his legs and reached up gently to his belt undoing it with ease. You later unbuttoned his pants as well, but giving him space to take off his pants on his own. Johnny stayed completely quiet when you did that small act for him, observing you with a want that grew tenfold but with a side of that softness he emitted no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Big brown eyes like chocolate itself.

You chuckle up at him, “What, Hollywood?”

The actor snapped out of it, shaking his head, sliding his pants down and throwing them to the floor with the other clothes. “God, I wanna fuck you.” He said bluntly, taking his boxers off now, his dick in full view and without any hesitation going back between your legs, touching the hem of your briefs with his fingertips and with a sudden halt.

“Johnny, it’s okay…” you look down at him with a shy yet flushed face.

Johnny nodded, a grin back on his face as he used both of his hands to slide your briefs off— your heart accelerating at how slow he was going. He finally slid them down your legs and immediately his vision went your throbbing pussy— like an inevitable reaction. The actor licked his lips as he positioned his thighs and hips accurately, leaning over you. He looked in to your eyes as you felt his burning cock hitting your inner thigh, teasing your entrance.

“Hnnngh-“ you groaned, almost desperate now as you moved your hips against him, a trickle of sweat down your temple.

Johnny let out a chuckle as he placed his finger below your chin to look at him, “I ain’t even in yet handsome…take a breather.”

“Don’t tell me what to do you ass.” You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder.

Johnny smirked at your behavior, reaching down between his legs and grasping his length that was oozing with precum already. Positioned it at your core and carefully slid past your folds with his hips— carefully studying your face as he laid down over you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Ahh-“ you moaned softly, digging your fingers in to his lower back…trying to push him faster inside.

“Easy…easy….” He said with reassurance, his mouth agape as he finally made it all the way in making him grunt as he felt your walls clenching around his cock.

Johnny then took no time nuzzle in to your neck as he pulled his hips back slightly and then rammed in to you with no warning, making you let out an earth shattering groan against his ear. His arms locking around your waist tightly now as he held you against him like you were air itself and he’d die without it. There was a slight tremble to his body the more he rammed in to you.

“Jesus- fuck-“ your eyes grew a bit watery as you cursed, a coil already tightening in your lower abdomen while you tried to gain your breath.

“Oh- Wrong J name, baby-” He moaned with a bit humor beneath, peppering your neck and jawline with kisses as his buckling against your wet tight pussy became more frequent.

It was a cumulation of moans, groans, curses and senseless phrases between you both. You noticed his face was flushed, his cheeks pink as he pulled back a bit to study your face. “That feel good, sweetheart? That feel- Fuck-“ he whimpered, and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. “Answer…” he continued, with a stern tone now.

Your chest heaved faster as he picked up his speed, “y- yes, god- so good-“, your hands gripping his lower back more as he pushed in and out of you.

“You’re gonna take it like a good boy- mmm, sweetheart-“ He groaned as he grabbed your hips now more harshly, you could tell he was close as well the way he became more direct and possessive. A constant harsh rhythm was formed by his hips, his dick reaching in to the deepest depths inside as he hit your g spot over and over with no mercy. With no breaks or signs of stopping, you whined loudly and shook— feeling your height coming.

A the coil inside you soon snapped, making you whimper as you reached your climax— coming all around his swollen length. Johnny leaned in to your neck, moaning against it as he came right after you— his warm come filling you up to the brim.

“Fuck- fuckkkkk-“ he groaned as he bit down on your neck and then licked alongside your jaw.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him close as you tried to come down from the electricity that was currently running through you both. Johnny then reciprocated… sighing loudly, still inside you and wrapping his toned arms around your waist not caring how sticky and sweaty you both were against each other. He was content of sorts, a small smile playing on his lips, closing his eyes against your chest as he listened to your quick heart.

“You okay, Hollywood?” You rub his back tiredly.

Johnny chuckled lowly, “I feel like a million bucks, baby.” He leaned in and took a long sniff of your neck, “I love how smell-“

“That’s sweat, don’t patronize me-“ you laugh, your face red and full of embarrassment as you realized he hasn’t made any attempt of moving out of you.

“Oh shush— you have a musk. You might get me addicted, sweetheart.” He rubbed your sides now, his hair sticking in all directions.

You snort loudly now, rolling your eyes at his charming yet annoying behavior, “Okay fancy pants, can you pull out of me? I need to pee, I don’t want a UTI!”

His eyes widen at the realization and he carefully pulls out, “Oh- oh I apologize, stud. Next time I’ll remember-”, the actor says apologetically and stands up with a slight tiredness, carefully helping you up as you wince.

“You’re getting pegged next time that’s what.” You say humorously with a grin as you walked to the bathroom in your trailer and he walked behind you like a lost puppy.

“Oooh, challenge accepted, G.I Joe!”

[randomfanboi]

So I know I’m writing Twilight stuff rn and I’m also planning somethings for Teen Wolf

But Mortal Kombat 1 👀…

Johnny… and Kenshi

I WANNA RIDE!

[sentoooo]

[anon: Hi can you write an Alphabet head cannon for Johnny cage and male reader?] i assume you mean an nsfw alphabet? i cannot find any other alphabet, so i apologize if i got it wrong T_T.

startin off strong with THE johnny cage. john john. yeah. that guy.

cw: nsfw, mxm, bodyworship, little bit of praise, edging, johnny fuckin' cage, baby. proofread MINORS DNI

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ || ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's actually like a golden retriever. As much as he likes to show off,- and that doesn't mean he won't in bed either- he has a very tender side. Afterwards, he refuses to let you leave his arms. Need your clothes? Nope, he'll get them. As long as you hold his hand. Need a bath? He's carrying you to it. Maybe a little snack? Some water? Dragging you along for the adventure. And after all that, he'll tuck you both in, hold you reaaallll close, and whisper sweet nothings until either you or him are asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Johnny's favorite body part? God, what isn't to love about him? It's so hard to choose! Just kidding. It's his biceps and his pecs. He's proud of 'em. Makes him feel all big and strong, means you can't run away like Sonya did. Though, he still loves every part of his body equally. Let's not forget about his little friend down there.

On you, it has to be your thighs. Or maybe your hands? God, he can't choose. Everything about you is perfection to him. No, no, it's definitely your stomach! Wait... no. It's your face. Nah, that doesn't do you justice. It's everything. Genuinely. He can't choose. Don't ask him to.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's more than fine cumming anywhere. Inside? Gladly. On your thigh? Fuck yes. Stomach? Sign him up. It's like an autograph to him, as long as he gets to "sign" you, he's happy as hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's dominant, yes. He likes being the star of the show. But he will let you top him here and there. His dirty secret? Just how much he yearns to moan your name. Yell it, let him know who he belongs to. But he won't admit it. His pride can't take that hit. Not yet.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

God, what doesn't he know? He's an actor, baby. He's THE Cage. He's had more than his fair share of experience. He knows your body almost more than you do, exactly where to touch to illicit a reaction from you, just the right spots to hit, and those sweet sweet words that turn you on instantly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He love love loves cowgirl- or shall we call it cowboy? Not reverse, though. He needs to see your face. Has to. Non-negotiable. He likes to get his hands all over you, and he loves to see your pleasure. How else is he supposed to know that he's making you feel so damn good? Not that he isn't, god he knows, but just a reassurance.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

You're asking if Johnny Fuckin' Cage is serious? No. Hell no. He's crackin' jokes, but mainly he's praising himself. Not that he isn't praising you, either. But You hear a lot of "How's li'l Johnny treatin' ya?", in a way, it's kind of sexy. In a very CAGE-y way, at least.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's got some body hair. Mainly, a happy trail, complimented by his V-Line. A little arm hair, but he keeps his chest clean. Pubic hair wise, he's got a little. Keeps himself trimmed, but still keeps some down there. Compliments his dick, that's what it does.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

God, he's so sweet it'll make your teeth hurt. Amongst his little ego-boosting, he swings praises your way. All honeyed, yet truthful nonetheless. His touch has always been full of longing, more so than lust. Everything he says is true. You know that. Regardless, he's gonna drill that into you. And drill into you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off quite frequently. Though, he will always, always prefer you. Being in you, your hand, your mouth. But with his sex drive, he jacks off at least once a week, and if you aren't around, 7 days a week, baby. Always thinkin' of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Body worship. Through and through. He fuckin' loves it when you're all over him, gliding your hands from his collarbone to his waist, tracing his V-line, his abs, his tattoos, all with such love and yearning. Taking almost 30 minutes to explore each others bodies before anything goes in anywhere is always a pre-requisite.

He also LOVES edging. You, specifically. He's an asshole that way. Listening to you beg, whimper, cry to release. To cum allll over you and him. Fuck, does that get him going. He's almost let you just cum each and every time. One of these days, he's gonna break.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, baby. Anywhere, anytime. He is always down. Shower sex? Yes. Quickie in a restroom somewhere? As long as it's as clean as a Bucca Di Beppo bathroom, yes. Speaking of, god, if he could fuck you in a Bucca Di Beppo, he so would. Now THAT'S fine dinin'.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You, always you. But specifically when you're fighting anyone. Not him, of course, shit, he's terrified of you. But all determined like that, nose bloody, knuckles bloodied, bruised. God, you are just SEETHING with sexual energy. And damn, he's going to fuck you after you win. However you like, baby.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that'll hurt you. Hard no for him. He refuses to do anything of the sort. He can't hurt that pretty little body of yours, can he? No, no he can't. That is a cardinal sin, baby. He can't even fight you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh, he loves giving. And he doesn't mind receiving. But fuck, he loves watching you squirm, gripping the sheets, and running your hands through his hair as he goes down on you. And he loves how you reward him after, it's like dessert.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can go however fast you like, baby. You feelin' like enjoying the night, all romantic and sensual? Absolutely, anything for you. He will make the first round last for an hour. Feelin' especially frisky and want to scream his name all night (and all day, if your stamina so permits it)? Fuck. Yes. Say no more.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He'll do 'em. He aint afraid. Especially if you two only have time for that. He'll make sure your both satisfied and have both came. At least twice. But he does prefer having the full experience. He likes having you anytime, though.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Always, and forever, babe. He'll try everything at least once. He's fucked you in the most scandalous places before, too. One time, he was fairly sure Liu Kang was watching. That's why he fucked ya then and there.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hours, day and night. Ride him like a horse. He'll wear that cowboy hat for ya, too. At least, that's what he said. The longest you've two have lasted was from 12am-4am. With breaks. But he sure didn't seem winded. Not in the slightest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So. Fucking. Many. For you, for him, for both of you. He loves watching you pleasure yourself with his toys. And vice versa. He loves torturing you with em, too. Watching you nearly tap out and lean up against him cause you couldn't hold yourself up while he was fuckin' ya senseless and using a remote-control cockring. He also LOVES his sybian. Both of you grinding up, little bit of frotting, knowing you feel just as good as he does. Fuck, it makes him hard at the thought.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a fucking dickhead. As mentioned, he LOVES to edge you. How weak you are against him, yet knowing you want more, knowing you love it. He could do it all night baby. Make sure you got good impulse control. He won't hold back.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's LOUD, baby, real loud. He wants you to know how good you make him feel. And he wants to praise you. How good you are, taking his dick. Like a champ. He'll moan, and grunt, and growl. All in your ear, too. He knows you like it. A little bit of breath play, for a good boy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The amount of sex tapes in his phone is INSANE. But he won't post em, not if you don't want it. He knows his adoring fans would love it, and he'd LOVE to show off his boy to all of em. He gets off watchin' 'em, too. Are you surprised?

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He's a biiiig boy. Took you a bit to get used to him. He's a shower, though. He's about 6.7" in length, and 1.9" wide. Leans slightly to the left. Circumsized.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's gotta fuck ya at least once a day. His sex drive is through the roof, I mean. He's Johnny Cage. If he doesn't get his dick wet once a day, who is he?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Yeah, he's tired as shit afterwards, but until you have been cleaned up, drank, and ate if you needed to, then he's out. He refuses to fall asleep beforehand. And normally, he has to make sure you fell asleep first.

[clarks-letterman]

𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧

a/n -- just a gender neutral, simple, and short smut for halloween! (so short, just haven't been in the zone lately) - happy halloween!

words -- 1.1k (verryyyy short)

warnings -- handjob (Johnny receiving), bad dialogue/ooc (maybe, wrote it as all Johnny Cage's applicable)

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“Johnny.” You censured, eyes laying on him as he walked into the common area of his mansion. The size made it hard to tell where the line of each room ended and began.

He could tell where your disapproval laid, “You said I either have a thick skull or a tiny brain.”

You didn’t say those exact words last night. It was no secret that Johnny was a big spender, even when he lacked the money to afford a shining quality like that. The night before his big halloween party, and his chain of other parties left this one unplanned, so he splurged on decorations and booze that, thankfully, wasn’t as old as Mileena. You had told him that he either had a thick skull or thought with his dick. And now, he stood before you in a cheap halloween costume.

“So your answer to that is… this?” Your hand flagged him from the neck down, where his body was covered in a full-bodysuit made of shrunken wool that hugged his every inch. Thin vinyl was plastered over it to replicate a cartoonish version of the skeletal system, like he was getting an XXX-ray. His upper body was fine, and surprisingly clothed unlike his previous record of annual exposure. Just south of his torso is where the trend continued this year, an extra piece of fabric made for his dick to fill out was apparent as the rest of his costume funneled down his legs and to his feet. Almost like a onesie, but nothing less than explicit. Was he seriously going to walk around like that at his own party? At least he wouldn’t have to ask for someone to hold his beer as he would have an unsteady walking-shelf to set it on that sprouted off his waist. Black may be slimming, but it could never hide his beast.

“I got a matching doctor costume and it was buy one, get one. No extra expense.” He waved it off, suggesting that it was no big deal. After last night, he had no clue if you were ready to leave Cage alone in his mansion or stick with him through another seasonal spending spree. 

“Guess that’s it then. Johnny Cage is getting an exam.” You patted the printed sternum of his bodice, right about where his upper-chest would be. The notion ushered out a form of tension squeezing around Johnny’s lungs. Something the X-ray couldn’t find and something your watchful eye couldn’t discern.

He tittered on the first few syllables, “Gnarly movie title.” One thing about Johnny was that he didn’t act like he had something to hide.

“Just don’t let it be a horror flick.” You still couldn’t shake the fact that he wanted to watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers right after extra-terrestrial visitors had come to his home.

“I was thinking horror-comedy with a surprise cameo—me!” Johnny hurried out of the room and noisily cleared off the decorations on his marble-white kitchen counter by shoving them to the floor. He saw you follow in his steps at a slower pace, eye’s going from him to the scattered decorations all over the floor. “I know, I know. I’ll clean it up after.”

“I never said I was mad,” you started to jump the gun and make an assumption. Maybe Johnny should have handed you a prop gun and uniform from one of his old buddy-cop movies given how trigger-happy you were, “It just means I get to see that ass after we deal with this.”

Your hands found purchase with something else to squeeze, though. His thighs, lanky yet toned, made the fabric wrapped around them look uncomfortably tight. It was the most apparent on his boner, acting like a cock sleeve, or better yet, a black and white sock that was the typical cum-dump for someone of Johnny’s mental age. 

“So, you said you were having some discomfort?” You let your hands ghost over him, pretending to feel around and find the source of his issue.

“Yeah, Doc. All my skin is gone and so are my organs and my… everything.” His hands took ahold of yours and guided you directly to his crotch, as if they had strayed to far and he needed to put them on the right path.

The hint was clear, so you quickly grasped his half-hard dick. Each pulse in your hand made it firm up even more. “Well, there’s something here… like, it’s blood… rushing.”

“What’s the diagnosis?” He feigned a wince and looked away, ready to hear the impetuous calumny.

“That you’re super dead… and maybe decapitated.” 

“Give me some relief in the afterlife?” He said weakly, reaching up to grab your arm. 

You giggled, trying to keep it under wraps and not break character. “Johnny, what’s the plot of this?”

“Just give me my peace…” He controlled his voice so that it slowly faded away and his eyes shut with camera-perfect timing, one peeping open to see your reaction a moment later as if it was your cue to speak up.

You laughed it off, choosing to not convolute the plot anymore and giving the skeleton his last wish. That was the best this a fake doctor-spouse could do for their partner, after all. Your hand hadn’t left the hold on his cock, feeling it practically burn against your skin, even through the cheap wool and vinyl. Johnny must not have been wearing anything under this bodysuit, since his face contorted as you jerked his shaft up until the tip. The unseen mushroom head was sensitive on the flat side, so you let the cloth and pressure against it do most of the work to rile him up.

It seemed to work and Johnny was undone within minutes. His back arched away from the cold marble he laid on, then his hips followed in a similar direction. Going up, he forced himself into the palm of your hand until the base hit the entrance of the tunnel your fingers formed around him. Something that physically and emotionally separated the two of you brought you closer, and Johnny got off on that idea more than seeing his own reflection. 

Johnny’s hips kept bucking once the dam had burst. Glossy white percolated through the fabric and dribbled down the length of his covered shaft. As his desperation pushed him to the edge, he thrust himself into the air one more time, and the fabric had stretched enough for it to tear at the tip.

“Guess the party’s cancelled? No halloween costume means…”

“Well… I lied, earlier. It was a two for one, so I got four.”

[b4b3tte]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ | TW : ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

My note — I hope you enjoy this! This may seem out of character of johnny, I wasn’t sure if he would be the love sick affectionate type of yandere or dark & abusive type but I just let my fingers typed away, if you want me to re write or write another one let me know! I have more yandere JC content so just hold on tight! You can picture MK1 Johnny Or MK11 since I know the lore more and played the MK11 Game I usually invision MK11 JC, but either way enjoy!! NOT PROOFREAD.

Warnings — Bruising, physical abuse, controlling, possessive, jealousy, forcefulness, use of guns, and cussing

Song — eyes don’t lie — Isabel LaRosa

𐙚 Here you are, on the cold hard ground leaning against the wall crying your eyes out, having your neck bruised, and jaw sore, thinking how can you let this happen to yourself?

𐙚 Just awhile ago Johnny saw you talking to Erron black a little longer than you should have at Kotal Kahn’s Kolosseum, What you didn’t know was that Johnny staring at Erron black down with upmost jealousy and rage.

𐙚 then glancing at you with audacity and amusement on how would you let Erron talk to you in such a flirting manner when you know damn well you belong to him and not Erron.

𐙚 After your guys conversation was over after repeatdly declining errons advances , what you didn’t expect was to be harshly grabbed by the wrist and pushed to a corner, and grabbed by the chin being brought up closely to Johnnys face, his brows furrowed in anger and eyes as sharp as knifes.

“ really? Your fucking kidding me right? Over here prancing around like a fucking whore getting other men’s attention you know you aren’t supposed to. The fuck do you have to say about that huh? “

𐙚 The grip of his big hands on your chin getting more tighter and feeling your jaw swelling and burning, it’s like you had a lump in your throat wanting to come out but nothing came out, all in results was your eyes feeling an itch of water slowly becoming more visible in them, and your mouth not uttering a word, if it was sown shut.

𐙚 His facial expressions darken at the silence, both of his hands went to your shoulders pushing you harder to the wall, having his face close to yours

“ IM TALKING TO YOU. Is that man more interesting than me huh, i don’t give you enough is that it?….what are you stupid or deaf, or are you just plain out retarded, to not fucking answer me when I’m speaking to you. “

𐙚 The sudden yell from him caused you to flinch, and finally have a tear run down your right eye, the times you two have been together he never fails to make you fear him, you swallowed the so called lump in your throat and opened your mouth slight trying to push out words

𐙚 but only pathetic stuttering came out, which caused him to only ease his grip on your shoulders and raise his eyebrow in amusement waiting for your response

“ I-…um..i…uh- “

𐙚 You were cut off by him just rolling his eyes and chuckling and finally letting you go but still making sure you were against the wall, in frustration he ran his hand through his hair, and grabbed a Kimber Micro 9 Semi-Auto Pistol out of his gun holster,

𐙚 he chuckles in a manic crazedway and pushes it up against your chin, making your head go up, but still maintaining eye contact with him in fear

“ listen baby, I love you and you love me, but if you ever decide one day you don’t, I will kill you. You hear me? If I can’t have you…then no one can, okay sweetheart?“

𐙚 He says the last 2 words in a smile that sent chills down your spine, it’s like he thought this was something completely normal to do to someone you love. His hand roughly grabbing your jaw, pulling you closer to him, his lips meet yours and his free hand move slowly from your neck down your waist.

𐙚 When he felt you not kiss back, he chuckles within the kiss and brings the gun down to your stomach, having his index finger slightly press on the trigger basically threatening you to kiss him back

“ don’t be a brat, and kiss me back. “

𐙚 After he felt your effort in the kiss and how your lip quivered in fear, in satisfaction he put down the gun from your stomach, his soft and warm tongue slips into your mouth, grabbing your neck roughly making sure you have no intention on breaking the kiss first

𐙚 his breath feeling like a gentle breeze. he pulls you in closer, his hot breath almost burning against your skin.Both of you then heard someone call out Johnnys name, and audible annoyed noise comes out of his mouth as he pulled away from the kiss

𐙚 he then caresses the side of your cheek and says in a sweet tone despite his words pressing the gun further on your chest, definitely causing a mark

“ we’ll talk more at home alright love? If you even fucking remotely look at his way or any man that isn’t me, you’ll know what will happen. k? “

𐙚 he then kisses your cheek and holsters his gun then walking off, you feel your knees give out in pain, you slowly glide against the wall, and let a tear drop by drop, your hand softly going up feeling the burning sensation on your neck and chin from the harsh grasps of his, you don’t know how you’ll have to do it, but soon enough you’ll have to go back out there pretending like nothing happened and this is just the beginning.

[urfavenarrator]

Kinktober day 8 - cock warming

ftm!Johnny cage x reader

Suggested by 💯anon

You had been sitting on the couch doing some work on the computer when Johnny came in. He had just gotten back from filming and couldn't keep his hands off of you. One minute his hand was on your arm, and the next he had it groaping your thigh, trying to get your attention. He had gone as far as to palm your crotch.

After a while Johnny had not stopped pestering you gave him what he wanted under one contention no moving, so here he was sitting on your dick, his hand rubbikg himself off while you work, you couldn't help but glance over his scars matched beautifully with the larger tattoo of his name, right above his pelvic bone is a tattoo of your name. His abs were glazed with sweat, his glasses hung low on his nose, and his pants were long discarded leaving him in his silky red shirt, which was mostly unbuttoned.

[livingdeadmlm]

Day 7: Facesitting

Johnny was stuck at home, the filming of an upcoming movie had been canceled due to the heavy rain going on outside. He practically jumped for joy at the fact he got to stay home with his husband. Sauntering over to your home office he silently groaned at the sound of you being on a call with your co-workers on the next steps for whatever marketing project you were all assigned.

Your eyes quickly glanced at him over your blue light glasses, and you offered a small wave. His shoulders slumped as he walked to the small sofa he got you for the office just for times like this. As his back hit the pillow your co-workers began laughing after you spoke.

"How's the husband been (Name)? still in love like when you two went on your honeymoon?"

"Could we get a sneak peek at the new movie coming out?" Johnnys' body perked up as you waved them off with a chuckle.

"Yes we're still in love like our honeymoon 4 years ago, and I don't think I'm a liberty to talk about his movies." One co-worker whom Johnny didn't recognize spoke

"You have to be careful with those Hollywood types you know... He's probably already stepped away from the marriage." The call went silent as your face contorted in a frown.

"Woah! What's all this about me cheating on this absolute stallion I have waiting for me each day when I get home?" His voice sang out as he stepped into view of the camera. Some of your co-workers cheered and waved as Johnny placed a kiss on your cheek. His sunglasses were low on his nose as his hand rested against your thigh.

"Don't play dumb cage, we all know what men like you get up to in your free time, (Name) probably wants to settle down and get some little ones in a normal house." Ouch. His hand began to grip your thigh. Johnnys' smile didn't falter as he pushed up his sunglasses with his middle finger and you sighed.

"This is very inappropriate to bring up, no need to doubt my marriage because your husband has stepped out regardless of your normal home." The call was abruptly ended as a human resource representative shot you an email telling you the situation would be handled.

You clocked out early and got out of your chair holding Johnnys' hand

"I know you don't let things like that get to you but I am sorry about that." he shrugged and made his way to your shared bedroom.

"I mean do you think I go out and whore myself out like that? I mean do you want the white picket fence life?" His voice came out more as a whisper than he meant it to.

"Oh Johnny, the life we have now is perfect." Guiding him to the bed you told him you’d show him how much you loved the life the two of you lived.

Feeling your hands grip his hips Johnny yelped as your tongue lapped at his hole. he bit down on his thumb to muffle his voice. Your tongue licked harder which caused him to yank at your hair, "Come on Prince charming I know you can give more than that." his eyes shut as he let each moan escape his mouth into the air.

His hips were red around your fingers as you pulled him down more. His moans were muffled to your ears being squished between his toned thighs.

His cock wept as your tongue finally made its way in and felt like an invasion of his body but a very welcomed one as it provided stimulation that he’d never get tired of. He could hardly hold himself up without keeping a hand on the wooden bed frame. The strong word worked as a good stabilizer as you never seemed to slow down.

The rain patting against the roof was soft and the creek of the old wooden bed frame filled the air next to his groans

He felt overwhelmed, he hadn’t been sat that long but he could feel himself folding at the amount of passion you were putting into making him feel better made the pleasure stack more and more. The thought of you and him being able to indulge in each other like this for more years to come made him feel warmer against you.

He held his breath as he finally came against his stomach tugging your head closer in. You guided him off your face to be laid out against the satin sheets of your shared bed. He gasped for air as the bed shifted around due each others movements.

Climbing on top of Johnny your voice was low as you kissed down his stomach. “I know you wouldn’t step outside our marriage, who else could you go to for this.” Tracing his V-line with kisses he grew hard again and whined at the pressure and found his legs resting on your shoulders.

You whispered more sweet words against his skin. Gently stroking the previous red spots on his skin to soothe them.

[ilovelosermen69]

I want to be inside him

[yanderestarangel]

✩ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐗 𝐅𝐓𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✩

TW: smut, porn plot, sex without a condom, johnny cage porn star au!, ftm reader, compliments, degradation, oral sex -m!receives, fingering, male pronouns used, afab anatomy, aggressive sex, dom!johnny cage, sub!reader, not reviewed, vaginal sex.

You needed money and started making videos for onlyfans, some videos just masturbating, but your body and beauty caught the attention of some powerful people, including Johnny Cage's manager, who asked you to make a porn video with Johnny Cage himself, that the fee would be high and that you would gain even more subscribers for your OF.

So, you accepted.

You went to the film set, it was a luxurious apartment on the twentieth floor of a high-class building, you were nervous, soon seeing Johnny Cage, smiling sideways while waiting for the producers to leave after adjusting the camera and scenery, and just staying you, him in the room.

"-Fuck, you're even more beautiful in person pretty boy, are you ready for our little debut?..." -Johnny said, serving you a martini, so you would feel lighter.

You sit on the sofa next to him, the lights of the apartment/porn film set slightly warm your skin, while you refuse the martini offered by Johnny, after all, you were going to debut in porn, it wouldn't be a good idea to be slightly drunk, the smell of expensive men's perfume left Johnny while you became even more anxious about what was to come, you introduced yourself to him quickly, with politeness and as much calm as you could manage at the moment.

Johnny Cage smirked as he admired your beautiful appearance and the way you carried yourself. He took a step closer, closing the distance between you, his eyes scanning your body hungrily.

"-Well, (Y/N), it's a pleasure to meet you." -he said, his voice low and seductive, his hand instinctively reaching out to touch the fabric of your clothes.

"-I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just remember, we're here to make a captivating performance. We'll give them a show they won't forget."

He leaned in closer, his hot breath grazing your ear as he whispered: "-And who knows, maybe we'll have a little fun outside of the cameras too." Johnny hand trailed down your side, tracing the curves of your thigh.

The atmosphere in the room grew thicker with desire, as Johnny Cage's hungry gaze met yours. "-Are you ready for our little show (Y/N)?"

You agree, taking off your clothes, still with a shy feeling in your body, but the fabrics soon slid off, making you vulnerable in front of the cameras, and the Hollywood actor. Johnny Cage's eyes widened at the sight of your exposed body, his breath hitching in his throat, he couldn't tear his gaze away from your perfect curves, your skin calling to him.

"-(Y/N)..." -He said, his voice filled with a husky desire as he took a step closer to you. "-You have an exquisite body. You're absolutely stunning, my sweet pretty boy." -As he approached, his hands reached out to touch your bare skin, his fingers tracing along the curve of your waist and grazing your breast. His touch was confident, yet gentle, as if he was admiring a work of art.

"-I can promise you, that our scene together will be unforgettable. I'm going to make you moan, scream, and beg for more." -Cage breathed, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His fingers trailed lower, teasingly brushing against your thigh before swelling closer to your wet pussy. Johnny eyes never left yours as he continued to speak.

"-And maybe, just maybe, after the cameras stop rolling, we can explore our desires even further, shall we begin, my sweet (Y/N)?" -With that, he pulled back slightly, his dark glasses reflecting the studio lights as he smirked suggestively.

Johnny Cage's touch was electrifying as his fingers delved into your wet pussy, the sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to moan into his kisses. As the scene continued, Johnny's skilled fingers moved with purpose, teasing and pleasuring you to the brink of ecstasy. Each touch, each stroke ignited a fire within you, making you writhe and gasp for more.

The chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, your bodies entwined in an erotic dance that left both of you craving for more. Johnny's kisses trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of lust and need in their wake.

With a low growl, Johnny broke free from the kiss, his voice filled with primal desire. "-You're doing so well, (Y/N). I want to hear every moan and whimper, let the world know just how good I make you feel."

His fingers quickened their pace, driving you closer to the edge. Your glistened on his fingertips, proof of your pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of your passionate cries, a symphony of desire.

Just as you were about to reach your climax, Johnny abruptly removed his fingers and stepped back. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, his voice dripping with arousal.

"-Save it, (Y/N). Save that release for me. There's so much more to come."

And with those words, he directed you to move to the next scene, leaving you aching and desperate for the release only he could provide.

Johnny quickly placed you on your knees in front of him, his cock was elevated in your face, making you part your lips in a gesture of lust and submission, nothing mattered at that moment, your core burned with excitement, you took him inside your mouth, his cock throbbed in response to his skilled ministrations, and a low rumble of pleasure escaped his lips.

"-That's it (Y/N), Take my cock like a good little slut. Show the world how much you want it." -He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your movements as he fucked your face with a rough urgency. His hips surged forward, filling her mouth completely. The room was filled with the wet, lewd sounds of his oral worship, a tantalizing symphony that echoed his power over you.

You eagerly complied, your lips wrapping around his hardening shaft. You took him as deep as you could, bobbing your head up and down, your tongue running along the underside of his length.

As he pulled his dick from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to the throbbing member, Johnny took the opportunity to belittle and degrade you, exactly as the script called for, but also because he wanted to, your submission made his feel weak in the knees so much excitement.

"-You worthless bitch, you thought you could handle a celebrity like me? Please, you're nothing but a desperate cocksucker, begging for validation." -Johnny said in a growl, as he pushed his dick down your throat, making you roll your eyes and gasp in pleasure, he slapped your cheek lightly, the sting sending shivers of pleasure through your body. His commanding presence filled the set, catching your attention.

"-Look at you boy, on your knees, all wet and desperate, that's all you're good for, isn't it? A filthy little toy..." -Johnny spoke between hoarse moans, his hair short and combed. His hair was now slightly messy, with the front strand coming and going, disconnected from the others, shining in the light, his face was one of pure pleasure, as he pushed it to the limit of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cock juices. As the scene reached its climax, Johnny's grip on his hair tightened, his voice husky with need.

"-You better suck me dry, (Y/N). Drain every drop from my pulsing cock. Do it now."

You took him deep into your throat, your relentless sucking and swirling tongue pushing him over the edge. He moaned, his body tensing as he spilled his hot cum down your throat.

"-You're doing so well my boy... such a good little slut, taking my cock like the obedient toy you are." -Johnny praised, his voice a sultry mix of pleasure and dominance.

With a final sigh, he pulled away, his chest heaving with the effort.

"-Good job, beautiful boy." -He spoke hoarsely, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched you gasp for air, his cock glistening with your saliva. The sight of your wet pussy, the embodiment of your desire, only fueled his own.

He brought his hand to your cheek, caressing it softly before delivering a sharp slap against your flushed skin. The sting sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, intensifying your arousal.

"-All eager and desperate, begging for more. And here I thought you were just a delicate pretty boy. But oh, how wrong I was."

Johnny pushed you gently onto the floor, your back against the cool surface as he towered over you. With a firm grip on your chin, he directed your gaze to his hard cock.

"-Look what you did to me your mouth was so delicious, sucking me like the desperate slut you are." -he hissed through clenched teeth. As he spoke, he stroked his cock, spreading the pre-cum over the glistening head. His voice was rough and demanding as he continued, your eyes boring into his.

"-You awakened something in me..." -He confessed, with a voice hoarse with desire, there was a twinkle in his eyes, something intimate, as if he were looking into the depths of his soul, as if he wanted to tell you something.

"-I want to see how much of a filthy whore you can be. I want to fuck you senseless and make you scream my name... Fuck (Y/N), look how wet you are, craving my touch..."

Johnny pulls your face hard again, he looked like an animal hungry for you, you looked like his prey at that moment.

"-And remember, bitch, this was all your choice. Your pretty little body was practically begging for my touch from the moment I laid eyes on you, now spread those legs and expose that pussy to me, I'm going to fuck you like the fucking dick-desperate boy you are." -Cage spoke loudly to you, but that made you wet even more, opening them for him to see, the light from the set warmed his body temperature even more, while the floor was soiled by the wetness of your pussy.

the sight of your wet, exposed entrance drove him to the brink of madness. Johnny could practically taste your arousal in the air and was eager to claim your.

"-Such a greedy little bitch, You're just a filthy idiot, ready to take anything I give you, a pretty face like yours is made for fucking, for getting dirty."

With one swift movement, Johnny positioned himself between your spread thighs, his cock pressing against your dripping entrance. Anticipation electrified the air as he teasingly rubbed the tip into your folds.

"-You're a naughty little boy with the most delicious pussy." -Without a hint of hesitation, he thrust his hips forward, entering you with a force that made you gasp and moan.

"-Fuck, you're so tight, so fucking perfect for me." -Johnny started with slow, teasing thrusts as he savored their beautiful, needy expressions beneath him. His hand came down over your exposed ass, leaving behind burning heat as he pounded you mercilessly. The mix of pleasure and pain took you to new heights, your body trembling under his touch, and he loved it, he was obsessed with you, how you reacted so well to his touch, how you wanted him.

As you swallowed him whole in your pussy, Johnny's voice became hoarse as fine beads of sweat fell from his skin onto his.

"-Fuck, your pussy feels amazing boy, so wet and tight around me. I've never experienced anything like it." -He spoke with a smirk, as he enjoyed the feeling of your smooth, velvety walls around his pulsing shaft, you could see his defined abdomen contract with each stronger thrust into your pussy, like Adam's inch elevated in his throat, rising and falling with each involuntary swallow of saliva that Johnny took.

"-You're such a filthy, needy little slut, you want my cum, don't you? You want to be filled with me, marked by me." -Johnny continued, as he kissed you with force and desperation, your tongues fought for control, as he continued to thrust deeper and harder into your pussy, the tip of his dick hitting your uterus countless times, making you scream his name, echoing off the walls of the film set.

"-You're nothing but a cum-hungry whore (Y/N), a pretty little face that hides all your desires, such a beautiful little boy exposing himself as a porn actor? Damn baby I was lucky to catch you on my debut in this world."

You see him stand up, taking you with him with ease, strong muscles flexing against Johnny's skin, heading towards the luxurious sofa in the living room, with a smug smile, he positioned you on top of his erect member, allowing the camera to capture every moment, he wrapped his arm around your neck, applying gentle but firm pressure, as Johnny thrust up into you, his other hand found its way to your clit, working the sensitive bundle of nerves relentlessly, with the intensity built, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans, mingling with the click of the camera capturing your every movement.

"-Give it to me (Y/N), take my cock. Take it all, and when we're done, I'm going to make you mine in ways you've never imagined." -Cage's grip tightened around your waist as he felt the walls of your pussy clench around his throbbing member, the power dynamics between the two of you were intoxicating, the chemistry palpable as pleasure surged through your bodies.

"-Fuck, be my good boy, cum for me now. Show me how much you enjoy being my obedient slut."

Johnny's fingers dipped into your wetness, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he brought them to your lips.

"-Taste yourself, suck my fingers like it's my fucking dick (Y/N) be a good boy for me."

As you obediently sucked and licked his fingers, Johnny couldn't help but praise you. "-Such a good slut, You know how to please daddy, don't you?" -he murmured, his voice smug and satisfied.

Johnny continued to thrust into you, his movements growing more powerful and urgent, with every stroke, every moan of pleasure, he drove himself closer to the edge.

"-I'm almost there my boy, but first, I want to see that pretty face of yours coated in my cum. Are you ready for it, my sweet little boy?"

Johnny Cage's sighed in satisfaction as he watched you weakly stand, your body still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm. He wasted no time, quickly positioning himself between your spread legs, ready to claim your body once again.

"-You're such a filthy little slut, taking my load like the insatiable whore you are."

He thrust a few more times into your sensitive pussy, relishing in the way you moaned and whimpered under him. His words grew even dirtier: "-Absolutely stunning... the camera loves you, (Y/N), And so maybe I do."

As he pulled out, his cum spilled over your body, painting you in his dominance. Johnny hand greedily worked his length, ensuring that every last drop was released onto his skin.

"-That's right, my sweet little boy. Take every drop of my cum. Let it coat your belly, your breasts, your pretty little pussy. You're marked by me now." -Johnny said, sighing heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling, while he used his fingers to spread all his seed over your stomach and pussy, massaging the soft and sensitive edges of your hole, while the camera stopped recording, the director of a positive sign to you both, but Johnny doesn't move away from you, just bending down and whispering in your ear:

"-You were incredible, my little slut, but our fun doesn't end here. Oh no, we're just getting started."

[freyito]

ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ᴄᴀɢᴇ & ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴛᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ

el oh el! so funny story!!! i got cat called today! yaaaaay! ! ! ! ! i'm so absolutely fucking horrified and disgusted and eugh. i've been stalked and ive been followed home and eughhhh. so. i apologize for the heavy undertones of this post but PROJECTING!! this is helping me get over the feeling. i think. i dunno.

cw: ftm reader, afab, catcalling, mention of misgendering, comfort, pre-blind kenshi, not proofread

Johnny Cage

He loves showing you off. He keeps you close in public, like to the point where it's genuinely hard to walk because of it. He's pulled you in by the waist, his hand firm. As if you'll escape from him. But, you won't even try. You like this.

So, when some random asshole across the street calls out to you, something something about your boobs, at first he's like "Awh, lil ol' me?". But holy shit. He is seething.

Johnny takes the attention off of you. And inadvertently threatens the loser. Well... it's more than obvious, actually. He's 6'1, built like a statue, and filled with enough rage to make a rabid dog cower.

He doesn't let go of you, though. And he's surprisingly rational. All he really has to do is stare the man down, make him uncomfortable. Beyond so, actually. He's getting quite erotic with this man.

And when the catcaller finally walks away, he relaxes only slightly. Johnny would beat that man to a pulp if he could, but he'd rather not get arrested, nor would he want the press getting a hold of that.

But now, he's more concerned about you. You went from glued to his hip to shying away, a horrible empty, gut-wrenching, nauseous feeling washing over you.

He doesn't allow you to sulk, he's grabbing your hand and power-walking to the car. That's enough of the public, today. And once you two are safely in the car, he's affirming you. Like, absolutely drowning you in the fact that you are his boy, his boyfriend, his and all his and no other man has a right to treat you that way. To talk to you that way. He doesn't have that right, either. At home, he's got a bath drawn immediately, he's picked out clothes for you, and has ordered your favorite food.

Kenshi Takahashi

He's also about as close as Johnny is to you out in public. But he gives you enough space to walk properly. It's so very clear that you are his.

So, when he heard that sharp whistle, he didn't even have to listen to what the assailant called out. He turns quickly, but he doesn't leave your side. He simply turns.

Kenshi is an ex-gangster, dammit. He could beat this man until he was unrecognizable, he's got all sorts of repentance lined up for the asshole across the street. How many fingers shall he take? Any ink on his skin worth keeping?

But he doesn't move. He doesn't talk. That is enough to make the assailant run off, tail between his legs. And he makes damn sure of it.

Once Kenshi's sure the man is at least a block down, he turns back to you and holds you closely. Almost as if he's hiding you. He doesn't allow you to retreat within yourself, he doesn't even want to think of how you feel.

He walks away quickly, finding a quiet place to calm you down. He's as hands on or off as you want him to be, he understands if suddenly you don't want to be touched.

And he's quick to bring you back to the car, as well. The car ride home is quiet, but he pampers you when you get home. He actually affirms you more than Johnny, he's very insistent and emphasizes every single masculine word, pronoun, everything as he talks. At home, he's already got a little den set up for you, with your favorite books, he'll offer to draw a bath for you, he's ready to cook your favorite food, and has white noise playing from the TV.

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[spicyspiders]

disco tits

johnny cage x male reader smut

497 words

tumblr pls don’t shadowban my blog again for the title and header photo on this fic.

You already had Johnny moaning underneath you before his shirt was off, so you thought he would give you the same reaction when you pulled your mouth from his and brought your lips to one of his nipples. It didn’t quite go the way you thought after you felt Johnny go tense before relaxing when you pulled your mouth away.

“Too much?” You asked, resting your hands on his broad shoulders.

“No,” he let out a soft laugh as you watched his face go red, “you just surprised me, that’s all. No one’s ever done that to me before,” he says quietly, looking away.

“Seriously?” You asked in disbelief as you moved your hands down to his chest, one hand on each pec, “you have such nice tits though,” you murmured as you ran your hands across his chest.

“Don’t call them that!” Johnny responded, his face going an even darker shade of red. “I’ll let you,” he shuddered, “play with them, just don’t call them that.”

You braced your hands on Johnny’s chest to lean down and give him a kiss, “I’ll make you feel so good, baby,” you breathed against his mouth after you pulled away. You pushed him down onto the pillows, “relax,” you whispered down at him.

You didn’t move until you felt Johnny go lax below your body. His legs spread to accommodate your body as you made your way down his body. His gasp hit your ears when your mouth latched back onto his nipple. You felt his body shudder beneath yours when you ran your tongue along the flesh in your mouth. Once you added teeth to the mix, Johnny audibly moaned, the noise going straight to your cock.

You pulled away once his nipple was hard and puffy, “good?” You question up at the man.

You watched as Johnny opened his eyes and nodded up at you. You leaned down to press your lips to his before you moved to the other nipple. Before moving to the other, you made sure to stop at the first to blow on wet skin, pleased with yourself when Johnny groaned as your breath hit his sensetive skin. As you placed your mouth over the other, your fingers toyed with the one you weren’t running your tongue and teeth over.

Above you, Johnny let out a whine, but you weren’t quite sure if it was from how you were playing with his nipples with your tongue, or with your two fingers. The noise become louder when you sucked at the hard nipple in your mouth and Johnny’s hips twitched up, like that part of his body was trying to get you to touch it as well. You panted against his chest when you pulled away, taking in how sweaty Johnny’s face was now.

“How was it?” You asked, even though you could already tell how good it felt, if how hard and prominent the bulge in Johnny’s pants was anything to go by.