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gatorlovebot · 7 months

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nsfw. mdni. this is a companion piece to this blurb. my own au where johhny and simon are retired from the military and are mechanics. heed the warmings before reading!

cw: piss play

“wanna go for a ride?” johnny asks, peeking his head into your bedroom. after dinner simon had gone downstairs to the shop to work on a van that had been giving him trouble for ovee a week. the part for it had just been delivered as you three were sitting down for dinner and he was itching to get it installed. that had left you and johnny alone to your own devices.

a ride with johnny was similar to a ride with simon, but you and johnny had to be even more careful when picking out a spot, johnny’s motorcycle giving you no protection from prying eyes. johnny was more adventurous than you and simon, much more impulsive. he would fuck you on your front lawn if he had his way, so you were the one that always gave the final approval of a spot.

you bundled up in a sweater and tight pants, allowing johnny to squat down in front of you to tie your shoelaces around your ankles so they don’t get caught anywhere on his bike. he wore his leather jacket, leather soft and well worn.

you hold on to his waist tight as you cruise through your neighborhood, sun setting against the trees as you make your way out of the city and onto dimly lit backroads. it’s an act of trust, for you at least. this stuff doesn’t come easy to you, it took you awhile to come around to it, but it’s exciting and you trust johnny.

the first time you did this was a little tough, johnny a little too eager and you a little too nervous that you were going to tip off the bike. but you two have figured out how to make it work over time. finding positions comfortable enough for the both of you without fear of the bike tipping over either.

he drives down a familiar windy path, you two had deemed this a safe spot months ago. before you knew it johnny had you sprawled against the seat of the bike, pulling your pants off completely for easier access. he leans down to spit on your cunt, chuckling to himself at your shocked gasp. he teases his cock head against your sensitive clit, letting you whine to yourself for a few moments before finally plunging himself into your tight heat.

his thrusts are deep, balls slapping against your ass as filth tumbles from his lips, “miss this fuckin’ cunt all day, bonnie.” he grunts.

you've always thought that in their perfect world, you would quit your job, so you could stay home and be willing and waiting for them whenever they needed you. the one time you brought it up to them they were seemingly offended by the accusation, claiming that they’d never deny you your freedom to work. but you know that they can’t go anymore than a day without getting their fill of you.

but you can’t go a day without them either, feeling absolutely blissed out at the way johnny drives his cock into you, thrusts getting sloppy. you know he’s close at the way he paws at your hips, big, rough hands holding you in place so he can drain his balls into your clenching pussy.

he barely allows himself a moment to breathe before he’s dropping to his knees, making himself comfortable between your spread legs. he licks and sucks at your clit, before plunging a finger in your wet cunt. you whine at the sounds of his cum squelching in and out of your cunt. “ah, look at that, bonnie.” he marvels condescending, loving the way you whine in embarrassment at his tone. he slips in another finger, “so small for me, bonnie, barely get my fingers in ya’.”

you had never really felt small in your life. always feeling like you were too big in your skin, that you took up too much space. and you had never felt small with any of the other men you’d been with before either, feeling awkward and self conscious whenever they tried to hold you. but not with johnny or simon. they way they held you made you feel like you were a delicate little thing that only they could break.

and it felt like johnny was trying to break you. fingers mercifully rubbing against that spot inside of you that even you try to ignore because of how intense it feels. “come on, come on,” johnny pleads, voice tinged with frustration, “simon said you did it for him.” he mutters.

that catches you off guard, “what?”

johnny’s fingers still in your aching, weepy cunt as he sighs in frustration, “si said he had to lick you clean the other day.” his eyes cut back up to you, “can’t believe you squirted and i wasn’t there to see it.”

“oh my god,” you respond, incredulous, “that wasn’t squirt, johnny.”

his brows furrow in confusion, brown eyes looking up at you from underneath his dark lashes. he is so fucking handsome. and stupid. “what did he mean then?” he huffs.

“well,” you think, trying to figure out how to describe what simon hadn’t done without your throat closing up in embarrassment. you weren’t embarrassed that he did it, you actually thought it was so erotic, but you haven’t even found the courage to talk to simon about it since it happened. “i had to go to the bathroom after we had sex, so i got out of the truck and when i was done, instead of offering me a napkin or something simon just got down on his knees.”

your last few words are stunted, little pauses to help brace yourself for his reaction. johnny was probably the best person to receive that kind of mental image, with him being a dirty little pervert he doesn’t really bat an eye at much. but you still just have a little inkling of shame that naga at the back of your mind. you’ve been with simon and johnny for months and done so many things with them that you never imagined possible and yet, that shame ingrained in you from such a young age still holds true, just a bit.

johnny scoffed, “you let him drink your piss? and neither of you thought to tell me!”

you shrug your shoulders at his outrage, feeling safe with him. safe enough to push his buttons. “he never drank it,” you clarify, “but regardless, it just never came up, i guess.”

you try to act nonchalant but there’s a giddy feeling inside of you at the way his pupils dilate and his hands grip your thighs, pawing at the soft, plush flesh. he gets close to you, breath ghosting your lips before he finally closes the gap. his kisses are wet and sloppy, tongue sliding over your’s. he doesn’t even pull back when he starts begging, “please, bonnie, i wanna taste you so badly.”

your brain feels hazy with desire, his words setting your body on fire. were you really going to do this? “johnny,” you whine against his lips, “i can’t just do it on command.” your cheeks burn with embarrassment, voice strained.

johnny’s fingers make their way back to your wet cunt, stroking through your folds. swallowing your gasp when he plunges his middle finger into your tight heat. “just do it if you can, bonnie.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips before sinking back down to his knees. he sucks and licks at your tender clit deliciously, slipping another finger into your greedy hole.

his fingers press and glide against the same spongy spot near your opening that makes you want to clench your thighs together. “come on, bonnie, i know ya’ can do it.” he encourages, lips moving against your clit because he can’t bear to pull his lips away from your sweet pussy.

you allow your body to relax at his words, relax into the sensations in your pussy that you’d usually shy away from. the rhythm of his fingers pumping in and out of you is hard and intense, growing a pressure inside of you. before it would scare you, would make you reach for simon or johnny’s hands to try and pull them out before something embarrassing happened. but this isn’t embarrassing, not when johnny wants it this badly

you push, trying to release the pressure as the sounds of johnny panting and whispering little mumbled encouragement mixes with the sloppy sounds of your cunt around his fingers. you push and push and push, body resisting until you finally gasp at the feeling of release. you gush, warm wetness covering johnny’s hand and running down his arm. he groans into your clit, opening his mouth, letting you coat his tongue.

it goes on longer than you expected, but once you started you couldn’t stop yourself. it was hotter than you had expected, it had felt downright erotic when simon got down on his knees in front of you to lick your piss clean, but this was downright nasty. you felt hot even as the crisp, night air nipped at your skin. once your stream finally petters off, johnny pulls back and you take in the sight of him.

his pupils are blown, eyes looking so dark and fucked out. his mouth is wet, chin dripping as he licks his lips of your own piss. his fingers still haven’t left your cunt and he brings his thumb to your swollen, wet clit, stroking it as he brings his wet mouth to yours. “tha’ feel good for ya’, bonnie?” all you can do is nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak, but trying to convey your feelings through your eyes.

johnny smirks and leans up for a hot kiss. you moan against his wet lips and find the courage to lick into his mouth, really tasting yourself. he groans into your mouth, almost wounded, at your bold move. both him and simon have told you how much it means to them when you finally let go, make moves on your own. he pulls back, a beaming grin on his face. “think you can cum on ma fingers, bonnie?” he muses, fingers working into your dripping cunt purposefully, applying pressure to your clit to make you squirm against the bike seat.

you whimper and gasp at the sensations, reaching down to grasp at his wrist for something to hold on to. “i gat ya’, girl.” he coos into your ear, reveling in the sounds of your cries as you squirm and buck on his fingers. he holds you around the shoulders so as to not let you fall off his bike. the seat is wet which allows you to grind your hips against his fingers, hitting the over sensitive spot inside you over and over. the pressure on your clit is perfect and before you know it you’re clenching down on his fingers as your orgasm washes over you.

he holds you close to his chest as you come down from your high, rubbing his warm hands up your arms when you start shivering. “good girl fo' me.” he whispers against your ear before finally pulling back a step to take a good look at you. you look him up and down as he does the same to you and you both burst into laughter as you realize what disasters you to are. the front of johnny’s shirt is soaked and your thighs are still wet and dripping.

“look at us,” he chuckles, peeling his shirt off and over his head. luckily you had thought to take your pants all the way off, knowing that they’ll be dry at least, but the problem is how to get you dry. johnny was already thinking ahead of you though, bunching up his shirt in his hand and using the dry fabric to wipe down your thighs.

“thank you,” you murmur as he meets your eyes. he gives one last swipe of the shirt to your pussy before deeming you dry.

“thank you, bonnie.” you says meaningfully, helping you up off the seat so you can tug your pants back on and he can wipe down the seat. you hike your pants up past your hips and take a step back towards johnny to plaster yourself against his back. there was a wave of embarrassment that nagged at you and you didn’t want to allow it to take you out of the moment. he reaches around you to pat your butt reassuringly, “feelin’ a bath when we get home. how’s that sound, bonnie?”

you hum into his skin, nodding your head in agreement. you let him go so he can put his jacket back on, a little modesty for the ride back home, you giggle to yourself. he catches you laughing at him and the ne’s pulling you in for a hug, squeezing your middle. “what’s so funny, ay?” he growls playfully in your ear, almost drowned out by the sounds of your laughing. ‘only got me jacket now because my bonnie girl decided to get dirty on me.”

“hey!” you gasp out, incredulous. “you were the one that asked me to-”

“i know, i know,” he placates, setting you down on the bike, reaching for your helmet. “and i loved it so much, you don’t eve’ fucking know.” his grin is wolfish before he places the helmet on your head.

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