Hello, friend. i am here to do a great service to the Johfam community. Might I request Johnny + praise kink?
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johnny + filming + praise kink
genre: smut, fluff
wc: 3.5k
warnings: praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (not height but dick size), bulge kink,breath play, oral sex, cum play, filming intercourse, sex under the influence of alcohol, mentions of getting high
a/n: anon I merged your asks I hope that’s okay! This was so self indulgent it’s not even a drabble anymore 💀💀 nikki thank you sm for brainstorming with me and giving me so many ideas I hope you like this MWAH I LOVE YOU 😘💕💕💕💕
Your stomach drops as the hotel’s elevator rises to a higher floor, stumbling on your heels a little as you try to keep your balance. Luckily, your boyfriend Johnny is right there to catch you, strong arms wrapping around you, his chest against your back. He smells amazing, you think out loud, expensive cologne mixed with the smell of rum from the sweet cocktails you had downed earlier. A little tired from your night out, you let your body relax against his with a sigh, zoning out as you stare at the floor buttons glow sequentially. Johnny, however, is looking at you.
He just can’t get over how good you look tonight. Maybe it’s the drinks generating a pleasant buzz in his head that make you look so beautiful even under the rough, fluorescent lighting of the elevator. Maybe it’s the dress you’re wearing, beautiful silk covering your body down to your thighs, plunging neckline taking his breath away. His hands are on your hips, smoothing down the slightly wrinkled fabric under his fingertips, his sharp eyes locked on your reflection in the mirror. Softly, he sweeps your hair away from your nape, the touch making you shiver.
You reposition his jacket that almost fell off your shoulders from the movement. He gave it to you on your way back, noticing you rub your exposed arms that were grazed by the chilly air of the summer night. It smells just like him, and it’s warm like his embrace, but that doesn’t keep you from being extra clingy to him. Even now, on your vacation, when you spend every moment of the day next to him, you still feel like you can never get enough.
The metallic door slides open, successfully awakening you from your daydream. With a hand on the small of your back, Johnny leads you to the hallway, and then towards your room. You’ve just managed to find the room key in the midst of the messy contents of your bag when your boyfriend turns you around, pinning you like a note against the door with his body.
His lips are bruising against yours, kissing you with such force that all air gets knocked out of your lungs. You pant against his mouth, wanting his tongue against yours more than you need air, and when you softly trap his plump bottom lip against your teeth your wish gets granted. He tastes bittersweet, like the rum, and fruity from your lipgloss. If your head wasn’t spinning already it sure is now, as he fits his knee between your thighs strategically. He bounces you a little on his leg then, swallowing the moans you let out as your clothed heat rubs against his quads.
“Take me”, you whisper in a slow kiss, not breaking it as you stumble inside the room, walking backwards, blindly looking for the light switch. The strong light hurts your retinas even with your eyes closed, and Johnny painfully peels himself away from you to turn on the bedside lamp instead. You’ve already worked open the first few buttons of his shirt while kissing him in the hallway, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and unveiling strong arms. Walking back to where he left you, he catches your look of admiration, mirroring it just as fondly.
He stares at you in awe as you lazily glance back at him, eyes hooded and jumping all over his naked chest. Like a reflex after seeing something beautiful, he fishes his manual camera from his back pocket, pointing it towards you. You wait impatiently as he rolls the film inside his Rollei, the crackling sound loud in the silence of the room. He chuckles at the way you wobble on the heels of your feet, waiting for him to be done already.
You flash him a drunk smile that seems innocent enough, yet your blown-out irises are full of mischief. Ordering you to sit still, he squints his eyes as he immortalizes the hungry look on your face in the film. You’re ready to pounce on him, kiss him so hard that your legs give out and the world starts spinning again, yet you cave in to his demand until you finally hear the ‘click’. You always listen to him. He loves that about you.
Retracting his face away from the camera, you can’t help but notice the corners of his eyes dropping in disappointment. You’ll look good, you always do, but the picture just won’t do you justice. It won’t capture the way your hair sticks on your temples from the condensation of the humid summer night and your risen temperature from your make-out session earlier. It won’t capture the way you say his name, drawing out the end of it as if chanting a spell that draws him closer to you. It won’t capture your heaving chest, your soft moans, the way you move your body.
It becomes increasingly obvious to him that the little token of tonight that he so desperately wants to keep needs to be in motion. And that’s when the idea hits him.
Slipping his arms around your waist, Johnny leaves the camera on the countertop behind you. His lips find the skin of your neck, sucking down the path of a visible vein, biting down to coax a symphony out of you. Your body melts in his hold, mouth gaping open in a gasp of his name.
“Do you know how fucking pretty you look?”
Your mouth stutters for a response, yet you give up any feeble attempts when he slides a hand lower, grabbing a handful of your ass. With the other he fumbles around the pockets of his jacket that’s still hanging from your shoulders, slipping out his iPhone and opening the camera app.
“We’ve always talked about making a movie together”, he whispers with a smile, knowing damn well this wasn’t the progressive horror script you brainstormed last time you got high together, “Only if you want to.”
You agree to his idea ardently, batting your eyelashes at him as you nod along to his words. With trembling fingers, he presses the red recording dot on the screen, placing his big palm that is free on the side of your face. You nuzzle against it, chasing his warm hand until his fingers graze your lips.
You open your mouth slightly, letting him thumb your lower lip. Tentatively, you let your tongue peek out to taste him, and soon the pad of his finger is pressing down the wet muscle. You suck on the digit eagerly, hollowing out your cheeks as you look at the camera, then releasing it with a loud ‘pop’. Johnny drags his thumb down, traveling past your lip line, smudging your lipstick even more. He loves to make a mess out of you.
“You look so pretty on camera, baby.”
Your face heats up with his words, but he can’t help but be honest. He zones out for a bit, admiring how good your skin looks in the dim lighting, the source reflected on your wet lips. The expensive watch on his wrist catches the light beautifully as well, looking great in the video. His two most prized possessions are in the same shot, both wrapped around his arm. With rough fingers, he prods the skin of your cheeks before grabbing your jaw, cocking your head back to look up at him.
“You’re gonna be good for daddy’s video, yeah?”
“Uh huh”
“Why don’t you get on your knees like a good girl?”
“Yes, daddy”, you manage to croak, your hands immediately latching onto the unbuttoned part of his shirt. After fully uncovering his toned abdomen with quick fingers, you start to drag your nails down his abs, sinking on your knees.
You fall in love with him some more as you hit the ground, staring up at him piously as your eyes meet his. Taking a step forward, he nudges your face naughtily with the obvious print on his white shorts.
“See what you do to me?”
You nod then, too quiet for Johnny’s liking, and start to lick on the fabric covering his clothed hard-on. The heat of your mouth combined with the soft pressure of your tongue have him shake the camera involuntarily; the stimulation was just enough to drive him insane.
With a pinch of his fingers, he zooms in on you drooling over his crotch.
“Will you take my shorts off for me, baby? My hands are a little busy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
Not wasting any time, you hook your fingers under his belt, unbuckling it open. The sound of his zipper sends a wave of heat between your thighs, wetness already dripping down your bare pussy. You push his shorts down his long legs, taking his boxer briefs with you. When his length pops out in its full glory, half-hard in the air and almost hitting you in the face, your mouth starts to water.
“Take it slow. I’m a big guy.”
The first logical step to you seems to be putting your hands on him. Looking up for some silent encouragement, you wrap your hand around his dick, your fist looking unprecedentedly small compared to his member. With a steady grip, you start to jerk him off slowly, pumping blood into the vein decorating the top of his shaft and bringing him to full hardness. Proud of your work and propping your ass on the heels of your feet to gain some height on his now raised member, you start to apply more pressure on your grip. Moving from his base to his tip, you start to milk his cock, pushing precum out until he’s dripping. You gladly let your welcoming tongue catch the drops.
“Fuck.”
Johnny backs up just a bit, fist circling the base of his cock with the hand not occupied by his phone. He pushes his member upwards, then lets it fall unceremoniously over your face, highlighting how big he is compared to you. You flinch, the movement causing the straps of your dress to slip down your shoulders, giving Johnny a great shot of your décolletage.
“Language”, he scolds you, kissing his teeth as he rubs his tip against the soft skin of your cheeks. “Good girls don’t swear.”
His heart melts when you blink back at him, needy tears pooling in your big doe eyes. He wants to give you everything you want and more, being mean to you is never his intention. But when you work for something, the reward is so much greater, is it not? It always made you cum harder.
“I’m sorry, daddy…”
“How about you put this dirty mouth of yours to better use?”
You pull your head back at his request, letting his tip fall over your lips. Carefully, you start to kitten lick over his tip, salty taste sobering you up. Johnny groans from above you when you start to suck on his head, sucking his teeth when you put him in your mouth. Your tongue swipes over the bottom of his shaft as you bob your head forward, gradually fitting more of him in.
He barely understands you when you ask him how it feels, cock still in your mouth.
“Feels really good”, he sighs, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear lovingly, “I swear that mouth is something else. Always makes me feel so good.”
You gloat under his praise, swallowing around him until he hits the back of your throat. You keep him there for a couple of seconds, coaxing all kinds of guttural moans from him until your gag reflex pushes him out.
Ignoring the burning in your throat, you let the spit that has accumulated in your mouth drip over his cock. With a newfound motivation after his approval, you start to suck around him harder, hands toying with his balls at the same time.
“That’s my good girl. So fucking messy for me too, huh? Showing off for daddy’s video?”
Guilty of the accusation, you smile around him, batting your eyelashes straight towards the camera. Johnny loves the confidence, weaving his fingers through your hair to have a better grip of your head. Choosing a steady pace, he starts to thrust into your mouth, slowly at first and focusing on the aesthetics of the video before he loses his patience.
You angle your head slightly backwards, having Johnny drag his tip on the roof of your mouth. You can feel him hold his breath at the tingling sensation, and you yelp when he lightly pushes your head towards his crotch. Grabbing onto his thighs for stability, you let him lead you back and forth, use you for his pleasure. The lewd sounds of you gobbling around him echo loudly in the room, turning Johnny on impossibly much. With a final push, you find your nose buried in the trimmed hair of his crotch, eyes shut tight until he releases you to breathe again.
“Open up.”
You relax your jaw as he jerks himself off over your face, pushing out your tongue and chest for him. Johnny groans at the sight, eyebrows furrowed and mouth gaped open, his fist slapping against his base as he approaches his orgasm.
He comes hard- you can clearly tell by the way he shudders as the first ropes of cum shoot out into the air. Closing your eyes just in case, you feel the warm liquid landing on your swollen lips, overflowing from your mouth and dripping down your jaw.
“Good girl—that's a good fucking girl. Keep your mouth open for me.”
He leans down to capture your messy face better, collecting your drool and the cum that missed your tongue with his thumb. You’re surprised by his cool demeanor, how diligently he scoops it all up to then push it past your lips when he’s still rock hard like this. Knowing what he had in mind when he asked you not to swallow, you drop your jaw as far out as you can, showing your cum-covered tongue to the camera.
Johnny’s cock twitches at your little impromptu show, a deep moan bubbling up from the back of his throat when you gulp everything down. His big hand rests on the top of your head, patting down softly.
“You’re my favorite. The prettiest, hmm?”
Even in your lust-drunk mind, you can’t help but scoff at his words. You can only imagine what you look like: hair messy, mascara running, drooling from the corner of your lipstick-smudged mouth. If you could recount the moments when you truly felt your prettiest, begging for Johnny’s cock down your throat wouldn’t be on the top of the list.
You see your boyfriend frown, unsatisfied with your answer, and you lose him from his thoughts for a few seconds before he speaks up again.
“Are you ready for your reward?”
One might say that the way you jumped up on your feet in excitement, glowing under his imminent undivided attention is a little pathetic. Yet those people have never felt what it’s like to get fucked by your boyfriend. Nor has he ever made them cum as many times in succession as he has with you. Stripping out of your dress, slow enough to tease the camera, you crawl your way onto the double bed, laying there naked with your knees against your chest.
“Cute”, Johnny chuckles, kicking off his shorts and underwear completely before climbing on the bed with you. His phone is still in his hand, filming you as he finally glides his fingers through your folds. The cool metal of the rings he has on against your hot skin makes you shiver in excitement.
“I’m so wet, daddy”, you mewl, speaking his thoughts out loud. Sliding his index upwards, he starts to circle your clit, spreading your wetness around. Your body squirms between the bedsheets, and you arch your back to grind your hips harder against his hands. A curious hand cups one of your boobs, massaging the hardened nipple on top.
“I need you so much.”
“I know, angel.”
You take a moment to admire the little nail marks you’ve left on his body, and Johnny smirks when he catches you in the act. His dick is still hard as ever, red and angry and staring at you.
He positions the tip of his cock to your entrance, sliding it over your slit until you’re begging for him to just slip it in already. He could spend hours on top of you like that, yet your body is way too inviting for him to resist you any longer.
“Oh-“
If Johnny didn’t hate having you curse on camera as much, you’d have definitely spewed every profanity in mind when he inserted himself halfway inside you. He’s just so big, long and thick and stretching you out until your mind goes blank. The phone wavers along with his hand when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head, not sure whether to film your lewd expression or filled cunt, awkwardly capturing your midriff instead. When he finally bottoms out inside you, hitting your cervix, you have to bite your fist to avoid any noise complaints.
Making it his main goal to have you struggle to muffle your moans as much as he can, you see him lean his upper body back, angling himself so that he rubs against your walls even harder. A moving bulge becomes visible on your lower belly as he thrusts again, showing his cock moving inside you.
“You feel it all the way to your tummy?”, he asks you, featherly moving his fingertips over the bulge.
“Yes”, you breathe out, already feeling the knot in your stomach unraveling, “you’re so big.”
“You can take it”, he reassures you, his sweet tone not matching the filthy things he says, “Such a tight little pussy but you always fit me so well.”
“More”, you plead, and when you remember your begging is being recorded, you bury your face in the pillows from embarrassment.
Something shifts in him, a newfound desire to please you igniting inside him, and he rests his phone on the bedside table, still focused on the both of you.
After throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, Johnny falls forward, palms resting next to your head. With his right hand free now and itching to touch you, he decides to wrap it around your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure that sends a tingle between your legs. When he starts to snap his hips against yours, setting a brutal pace that sends the bed hitting against the wall, you let out one staccato scream of pleasure after the other. You’re overwhelmed, in the best kind of way, and you can feel your climax getting closer than ever.
His concentrated eyes are burning holes into your face, relishing the way it twists as you take him. With each thrust, another word leaves his mouth.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.”
Your body is completely surrendered to him, trying to keep up with his stamina as he rails you, so lost in the euphoria that you almost miss his next words.
“Say it.”
“Huh?”
“Say that you’re pretty.”
Your face burns at his request, feeling too shy and far gone to mouth the compliment aimed towards you. Losing his patience, Johnny grabs your jaw, turning your face sideways, towards his phone.
“Look at the camera, and say it. Say it or I’ll stop.”
Hot tears start to flow from the corners of your eyes, staining your cheeks. The mere thought of your orgasm being robbed from you has you following his demand in a second.
“I’m pretty.”
“What was that?”, he asks you to repeat, biting the soft skin under your ears, “I couldn’t hear you, baby.”
“I’m pretty!”, you repeat, louder this time. Johnny’s pace picks up more, hips snapping against your soaked thighs and enlarged cock stretching you open.
“The prettiest?”
“The prettiest, yes! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
You barely finish your sentence before your orgasm washes over you, legs twitching and pussy convulsing around him. Johnny cums again just a second later, milked dry by your walls pressing around him, his loud moans blending with yours harmoniously. He fills you up nicely, just like you asked him too, hot cum overflowing out of you as he rides out your highs.
Panting, you blindly find his lips, kissing him languidly for as long as you can take his body weight on top of you. He licks sweet nothings and praises into the skin of your neck, making your heart swell in your chest so much you think it will burst from the seams. You’re not sure how long you’d been laying like that, with him still inside you so that you’re never apart, simply enjoying each other’s presence. The drunk ‘I love you’s you exchange is the last thing you remember before you both drowse off to sleep, your little movie long forgotten now.
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