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☆ ── YOUNGER THAN YOU
☆ ── he knew it was wrong to involve himself with someone younger than him. but it felt so good. ☆ ── age gap ( reader is in her 20’s and john is in his 40’s ) , emotionally closed off john , daddy issues ( not me projecting ) , smut ( p—in—v s*x ) , squirting , listen to younger than you by whirr
john sat in an empty booth, nursing a glass of alcohol that he would sip from time to time. the burning sensation every time he swallows kept him alive. he watched as the criminals socialized around him. he remembered when he was like them
he would be able to talk to anyone without a problem. now, he felt like an outcast. despite the fact that people feared him when his name was spoken.
he hated interactions that weren’t needed. he was a man that spoke a few words.
but you? everything was different with you. ever since helen passed away, he kept telling himself that he’ll never find love again.
but he kept finding himself tangled in bed with you at night. spending his mornings with you.
he even almost forgot about helen. you could take her place. but…something kept eating him alive.
you are too young. you were mature. you could take care of yourself. you were strong. mentally and physically. but in reality, you were too young.
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“johnny.” you wrap your arms around his waist as he makes himself a bowl of cereal. you kissed his bare back, his scent filling your nostrils. he must have taken a shower recently.
“i missed you tonight. where did you go?” your hands travel up to his chest. “i needed some fresh air.”
in your mind, you knew that was code for “i needed some time to think about something.”
“what did you think about?” he takes a breath. “i think we should end this.” your arms leave his torso, taking a step back, “what?” he turns to you, that same stoic look on his face. “you’re too young for me. you need a man who is around your age. someone who knows what do with you.”
you scoff, “you must be joking right? when was age ever a problem between us?” “you don’t underst—” “no you don’t understand! i don’t want anyone else. i just want you, wick.”
you take your place again, in front of him, instead taking his arms to wrap around you. he would’ve moved his arms back but he didn’t. he couldn’t resist you. you were his kryptonite.
he pulled you closer. “i don’t know how i could live without you.” he bends down, taking your lips with his. you moan in the kiss, sending electric signals in his body.
he pats your thigh, telling you to jump. you wrap your legs around his waist as walks up to his your shared bedroom.
you bounce on the bed, giggling. your clothes quickly ripped, which he promised you that he would buy some more.
he placed himself between your legs, kissing up your thigh while one hand places itself on your breast. “john.” he hums in response. “please. no foreplay today.”
he chuckles darkly. “impatient, are we?” his clothes were taken off, his tip prodding at your hole, “you—” “just do it, please!” you whine.
the first thrust was hard. he practically slip you open. for an old man, he knew how to fuck.
his hands gripped your hips, letting him stroke deeper. “fuck—” you let out a strangled moan. his hips thrust in rhythm, hitting that sensitive spot on your spongey walls. “i could never leave you.” he bends down, kissing your neck. “i love you.”
a knot forms in your stomach, threatening to rip. “john, i think i’m—” “come.” his thrust get faster, chasing for both your orgasms. “s-shit.”
a liquid substance covers both of your legs. you were hoping he didn’t notice. but he did, he groaned in pleasure. “fuck.” he released in you, white painting your walls.
he pulls out, laying next to you. “i hope you’re on the pill.” your eyes widen, “you finished inside me?” silence covers the room.
he wraps his arm around your waist, “i wouldn’t be opposed to having a kid with you.”