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samandcolbyownme · 2 months

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HEYYY love ur writing more than anything and was wondering if you could do a johnnie smut or like a jake and johnnie one?? if not another S&C one would be great. ur a godsend ❤️

Summary: “Frontman Vic Fuentes explained the song's meaning. “It's a love song to my girl about ignoring all the internet hate we got when we first started dating and focusing on each other instead."”

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, referring to hate/hate comments etc, breakup up (kinda), cigarettes, kinda sad at first ngl but I’ll make it up to you, kissing, hair pulling, cute and sensual unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy filth

Word Count: little over 2k | unedited

I know this fic in particular is fiction, but in reality, there’s absolutely no need for hate towards anyone’s significant other.

You pulled your hand away from the door handle, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. You were shaking, you couldn’t help that no matter how hard you tried.

As you go to finally open the door, Johnnie pulls it open, “Hey, baby.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight as you break down.

The hate you’ve been receiving lately has been really getting to you.

You didn’t understand. Everyone loved you before anything was even confirmed, you didn’t know where you went wrong.

“I-I..” you gasp out, and Johnnie shakes his head, “Don’t. Don’t do that.” He closes the door and leans back, “Don’t apologize to me for how you feel.”

He brushes hair from your face and as soon as you look up at him, his face falls and you close your eyes, hanging your head.

“No, y/n. We don’t have to do this.” Johnnie goes to cup your cheeks but you push his hands away, “You’re not going to grow if they hate me.”

“So fucking what.” Johnnie scoffs, “You do understand that I care more about you than that channel right?”

You stay silent, set on your decision.

“Y/n.” Johnnie steps clsoeer, “Please, don’t-“ he takes a ragged breath, “Please. Don’t do this. Don’t say what I know you’re about to say.”

“If you know the. I don’t need to say anything else.” You sniffle, shaking your head, “I-I’m sorry.. I just can’t let myself get in between you and your, literal job, Johnnie.”

You step back, reaching for the handle, “I’m sorry. I need..” you try not to cry, “Just give me a few days.”

And with that, you left. Tears stream down your face as Johnnie stands there, watching you walk out of his life.

Or so you thought.

Johnnie wasn’t giving up that easily.

——

You left Johnnie’s around eleven this morning.

It’s now eight at night. The sun has set, leaving you along in the darkness of your fire escape as you sit and smoke the last cigarette you have.

You felt like you gave up too soon, gave up on Johnnie too soon, and that’s what wrecked you the most. Of course, it didn’t hit you until you got home and sat in silence.

You look up at the sky, eyes moving between each star.

“Hey.”

You jump, whipping your head over to see Johnnie standing at your bedroom window, “What are you doing here?” You look away from him, “I told you to give me a few days.”

“I gave you time.” He climbs through the window, moving to sit next to you, “You knew I wouldn’t wait a few days.”

You laugh slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you ash the last of your cigarette before tossing it over the side of the railing, “I just-“

“Don’t. It’s my turn to say something.” Johnnie cuts you off and you nod, motioning out in front of you, “Floors yours.”

“There’s rage is us.” Johnnie starts out, “You can’t pull the plug on us because I’ll keep on shaking and waiting for you.”

“Shaking?” You laugh slightly, “I’m not some drug, Johnnie.”

“But you are, y/n. You literally..” he takes a deep breath, “You’re the epitome of happiness for me, y/n. Without you, I feel like I was hooked on some sort of mind altering drug and I can’t function without you.”

You look down and Johnnie turns towards you, “There’s too much to lose here, y/n. We’ve known each other for so long and we’ve grown into-“

“Painful lust that makes my stomach hurt?”

“What do you mean?” Johnnie shakes his head slightly, “You’re more-“

“I meant like..” you sigh, “We started hooking up, and obviously it grew into more and maybe we should have just kept it at that. No feelings. No one being pissed off that you’re dating me?” You scoff, voice breaking, “I ju-“

“You knew our relationship wasn’t going to be just a happy vacation, y/n. You told me that, do you remember? You told me that-“

“I’ll stick with you through everything.” You look over at him and he shrugs, “So what? There’s no motivation to stay in this together? To hold me up when I need you? Or me to hold you up? You know I’d do anything for you, y/n.”

You grab your cigarette pack, letting out a groan when you remember it’s empty. Johnnie reaches into his pocket and hands you his, “Here.”

You take it, pulling one out and lighting it, “Thanks.”

He shakes his head when you go to give the pack back, “Keep it.”

“Should probably quit.” You mumble as you bring it to your lips. Johnnie chuckles, reaching over to take one out and you hand him your lighter.

“We could fake our own deaths.”

You look over at Johnnie, “We can what?”

“Think about it y/n. You said you wanna chase the moon like fire. So we can fake our own deaths and just go live in the woods or something.”

You laugh slightly, “You’re insane, Johnnie, we can just-“

“Do you remember when you got kicked out of your one apartment? Had to sleep in your car?”

You roll your eyes, “I don’t need to be reminded of that.”

“No listen. You didn’t want to just move in with me, so we’d just hang out together. You’d roll the windows down, and we’d pretend we were sitting at the beach. It was enough to believe that your life didn’t get turned upside down.” Johnnie slides his hand over to your free hand as he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“What are you trying to say?” You look over at his hand on yours and up to his face. He blows out the smoke, “I’m saying that we can make the best out of any situation.”

“I don’t know how we can make the best out of your channel going to hell because of me.” You pull your hand away, flicking your cigarette before you climb back into your bedroom.

Johnnie is quick to follow your actions, grabbing your arms and spinning you around, “listen, I’m just a stupid motherfucker and I wish I could figure out how to get everyone to understand that I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

He reaches up to gently brush his thumb over your cheek, “I want to breathe in your rush. Y/n, I want to leap when you tell me to fly.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, “Johnnie.”,

“Darling I-“ Johnnie sighs, “I don’t mean to beg it’s just that the thorns on the stem of you potentially leaving me..” he shakes his head, “It feels like it’s tearing up my skin.”

You blink, tears fall and Johnnie’s follow, “Please.” He whispers, leaning in to rest his forehead on yours, “I just want to be alone and watch as they all just disappear.”

You lay your hands on his neck, sniffling as you tilt your head up to press your lips into his. His grip tightens on your face as he pulls you in closer.

He backs you up to your bed, watching as you sit down and lift your shirt up over your head, “I want you in every way possible, Johnnie.”

He nods, moving to push you back gently as his lips find yours.

“Just close your eyes.” He kisses down your neck, “Just picture you and I.” He kisses back up, “Well sell daylight for gasoline.”

He leans his head back, “Just you and me. We can go wherever you want.”

You reach up, running your hand through his hair, “You mean that?”

He nods.

“Prove it.”

Johnnie sits up, taking off his jacket and shirt before leaning down to kiss you. Everything is slow, but so full of passion. He reaches down, pushing down your sweats and you kick them off.

He stands up, taking off the rest of his cltohes before his body is against yours under the blankets. His hand travels up and down your side, landing on your cheek as your hand slides down his chest.

He rolls over, the tip of his cock brushes against where you need him most.

You slide your hands up his arms, hooking one around his neck as he leans down and slides into you.

You moan loudly, eyes closing tight, “Fuck.”

Johnnie groans, “You feel so good, baby.” He kisses your shoulder and up your neck to your lips. He groans lowly as you gasp, moaning out as he starts to slowly thrust.

You tighten your legs around his waist, “I love you. I’m so-sorry.” Your voice breaks and Johnnie shakes his head, pecking your lips, “Don’t. Just don’t think about that.”

“Think about us. Just us. No one matters but you and me.”

“I only want you.”

“You’re all that matters to me.”

“Fuck, y/n. I love you.”

You squeeze his cock, moaning out as your back arches off the bed. Johnnie guides you through your high, moaning lowly in your ear, “I want you for the rest of my life.”

“Johnnie.” You whimper out, “I love you.” You kiss his lips, moaning into his mouth, “I love you.”

He brushes hair from your face, propping himself up on his elbow, “You’re so beautiful.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you. So much, you don’t even know.”

You pull him in for a kiss, sitting up and laying a hand on his chest. He rolls over and you follow, straddling him and allowing his cock to slip back into you.

You slowly make out as you roll your hips. His hands slide down to grip your sides, “Doin’ so good.” He smiles up at you, watching your face twist with pleasure, “My fuckin’ girl.”

He pulls you down, lips attaching to yours, “where do you want me to-“

You push your hips down onto him, “I said I want all of you.”

He nods, “You sure?”

You nod, rolling off of him, “Yes.”

With that knowledge, Johnnie wasn’t lasting much longer, “Fuck, okay.” He groans as he slips himself back into you.

His lips find yours and your hands find his hair, tangling it around your fingers, “Don’t ever let me leave like that again.”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Johnnie kisses down your neck as his thrusts grow sloppy, “Fuck.”

You gasp as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, moaning out at the thought of him filling you with everything he has, “Shit.” You pull him in, attacking his lips with yours until you feel him slip out.

He lays next to you, bringing the blanket up around you both, “I’m serious about it being just us. Maybe not the whole faking our death shit, but everything else.” He looks down at you, “I love you. If you want to go off the grid and scavenge the forests, I’ll be there.”

You laugh slightly, “I have always wanted to go to Rome. Paris. You know, all the pretty cities.”

He shrugs, “which pretty city would would want to go to first?”

You purse your lips, “Probably Rome.”

He smirks, “Rome it is.” He sits up and you follow, “Where are you going?”

He walks around to get his phone from his jeans pocket, “I’m going to Rome and if you want, you can come with.”

“Johnnie, you don’t h-“

“Just let it happen.” He bends down to kiss you, “But first.. I’m just going to..”

He sits down on the bed and you bite your lip as you watch him type out a tweet.