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TW: SMUT, p in v sex, desk sex, grinding on johnnie's thigh, mentions of erections, mild profanity, dirty talk, degrading, fingering.
Request: could i request the reader being overly needy and clingy towards johnnie while he’s editing, wanting his attention and affection, though he denies until he gives in. instead of giving the reader proper attention he makes the reader get off on his thigh while he continues to edit, giving the reader small touches until he gives into the readers begging 🤭
Rating: 18+, mdni
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The dim light of the computer screen flickered against Johnnie's pale skin as he stared intently at the video. His fingers danced across the keyboard, making corrections and adding notes with the efficiency of a surgeon. But despite his focus, a small part of him couldn't help but feel the presence of you behind him. The warmth emanating from your body, the soft whispers in his ear, and the occasional brush of your fingers against his arm.
It was all too much. He sighed heavily, wishing he could give you the attention you so desperately craved. But he couldn't. Not until this editing was done.
As if sensing his reluctance, you shifted your weight, pressing your body harder against him. Your breasts grazed against his back, sending a shiver down his spine. "Johnnie," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "Please."
He gritted his teeth, trying to ignore you. But it was no use. The ache in his groin grew more insistent, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you there, beneath him. Finally, with a defeated sigh, he reached back, cupping your breast in his hand. "Fine," he muttered, "but only for a little while."
As you pressed yourself harder against him, grinding on his thigh, you let out small moans and whimpers, making it impossible for him to focus on the editing. The feel of your body moving against his was driving him wild. He started to touch you back, teasing you with his fingertips, making circles around your nipple. Your skin was soft and warm beneath his touch, and the sound of your needy begging filled his ears.
"Please, Johnnie," you begged, arching your back. "I need you." Your hips moved faster, grinding harder on his thigh. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of desire deep in his gut. The knowledge that he was denying you only seemed to make you more desperate. He could feel your wetness against his hand, and it only made him harder.
With a growl, he turned you around, pushing you against the desk. You gasped as he pressed his body against yours, trapping you there. His other hand found its way to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down roughly. You helped him pull them off, and then his fingers were on your bare flesh, teasing your folds as he found your entrance. You arched your back, moaning loudly.
He thrust his fingers inside you, curling them as he found your sweet spot. You cried out, your hips moving in time with his fingers. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his own, tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. His free hand gripped your breast, pinching the nipple hard as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.
The room spun as your orgasm took hold, waves of pleasure crashing over you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you screamed into his mouth. He held you there, his fingers moving faster, relentless in their pursuit of your release. As you came down from the high, he pulled his fingers free, watching you tremble against him.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Come back to me now." He guided your hands to his chest, where they clung tightly. The rhythmic thud of his heart matched the wild beat of yours, and you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He leaned in, kissing your forehead, your eyelids, your lips, his touch gentle now.
"Better?" he asked, and you nodded, still catching your breath. He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye. "Good. Then I think it's time for a little reward." He pulled you closer, his hard length pressed against your wetness. With a groan, he pushed inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sudden fullness, arching your back as he began to move, thrusting slowly at first, then faster.
The desk creaked beneath you, the sound echoing in the room as he lost himself in the sensation of being inside you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him on, your nails digging into his shoulders. He felt impossibly big inside you, stretching you in ways you didn't know you could be stretched. You moaned his name, lost in the feeling of being so completely taken.
As the passion built, so did the tension, the urgency. You could feel your orgasm building, just beyond the edge, and with each thrust, it grew closer. He felt it too, the way your body tightened around him, the way your breath hitched. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, thrusting harder as he neared his release.
With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his body tensing as he emptied himself inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed spilling deep inside you, and with a shuddering moan, your orgasm crashed over you, taking you both in a wave of bliss. Your body convulsed around him, milking him as your pleasure peaked, and then slowly began to ebb away. He held you close, his lips pressed to yours, as the last tremors subsided and the world slowly came back into focus.
You felt exhausted, but in the best possible way. Your limbs felt heavy and sated, and the warmth between your legs was a constant reminder of where he still was, of how close he still was. He withdrew from you, reluctantly, his softening length sliding free from your body. You felt the loss acutely, but the way he looked at you, the way he held you, told you that he wasn't finished with you yet.
He helped you stand, and you leaned into him, feeling the solid wall of his chest against your breasts. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and kissed you tenderly. "I've missed this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "I've missed you." You nestled into his embrace, feeling the comfort and reassurance of his touch.
He led you over to the bed, and they collapsed together onto the soft mattress. Your skin felt cool against his, and he pulled the covers over you, wrapping you in his warmth. You curled into him, content to just lie there, feeling his heartbeat against your ear.
"So," he said, his voice still a little rough, "how was that?" He traced a finger along your jaw, watching your expression as he waited for your reply.
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