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It was one thing to have all the objects in your house come to life.
And it was a whole other ordeal having to live alongside them.
Coming from your room with your hair a little mussed up, you had only just awoken from what one might describe as sleeping on a bed of nails. No offence to Betty, of course, but you'd simply been going through a bout of insomnia lately.
There was nothing like a fresh morning shower to wash the dredge of your worries away. Which would usually be the epitome of a relaxing time, no?
Well, that was already off to a bad start—when you heard that voice.
An off-key, nonsensical string of melodies bellowing from within your downstairs bathroom. It could even be heard while you were still halfway up the goddamn stairs.
"Not this again..." you groaned, dragging a hand over your tired face.
At most attempting a polite smile, you waltzed into the room, interrupting Johnny's poor attempt at singing... you couldn't even tell what. Probably the usual jargon.
Clearing your throat, you waited on the man as he straightened up and brushed back his water-slicked hair. Dazzling blue eyes met yours and quickly filled with the realisation it was you. "Oh, uh. Hey, sugar... You caught me atta bad time," he said, quite sheepish taking in your unamused form simply standing there.
"Really…? Like there's ever a good time for this racket?" your voice strained, wanting to immediately cut the small talk. It wasn't like you had something against the guy—more like he was too much for your taste to handle. But you'd be damned if that noise he called singing didn't make you want to strangle him on the best of days.
"I've been practicing.” His dated voice snapped you out of those thoughts. “Think it's paid off a lot. Don't you, sweetums?"
Internally, you cringed. There was no use in lying, and you did mildly feel bad for Johnny; always putting in the effort and not giving up on his dreams, however hopeless they were. "Doing warm ups this early, huh? D'you mind moving elsewhere while I wash?" So you dodged the question entirely.
"Well, since you-ah, asked so politely, darlin'," he crooned. And as he slipped past you and the doorframe, there wasn't very much space between. Johnny's firm chest brushed against yours, leaving with what—you could swear—was a smirk on his lips.
Murmuring a few choice words under your breath, you moved toward the towels to check you were all prepared. That was when you noticed none of the other guys were around. Heck, it wouldn't surprise you if they’d already escaped to the upstairs suite in lieu of Johnny's disruptive hobby.
But, for once, there was peace and quiet.
Turning on the shower, a mist of hot water soon filled the room. You absolutely couldn't wait to hop in; peeling off your pyjamas and momentarily checking yourself out in the mirror. With such a relaxing looking shower calling your name, you simply nudged the room's door with your hip, not bothering to fully close it. No one was around to care.
And you stepped in carefully—a hum of satisfaction leaving your lips. The water slicked down your body with ease. You ran a hand over your hair, getting it damp and out of the way of your face, whilst the water pressure practically treated your scalp to a massage. God, what you wouldn't give for a deep tissue massage. Wouldn't that just alleviate all the built up tension.
Giving it a second thought, you eyed the shower head.
Well... There were always other ways to wind down.
You glanced back to your body, glistening in the fluorescent bathroom light, then back to the running water. You deserved it, you convinced yourself in a matter of seconds. And hell, you were a sucker for multitasking.
Why not use this time getting clean to also get a little… dirty?
It happened all too quickly, going without a hitch. The shower head was yanked from its holder, the rush of water now angled between your legs. With an arm bracing the bar, you sunk into a relaxed stance against the tile wall.
"Oh... Fu-uck!" You clamped a hand over your mouth, not wanting to alert the entire house. Not that the thought didn't turn you on more.
The pressure hit you dead-on, clearly a one way ticket to being overstimulated, so you played around until finding the right mix of soothing and electrifying. Your body felt lighter than ever, your legs weakening with each spritz of warm water to your clit.
If the room wasn't steamy before, it sure as hell was now.
Perspiration clung to your skin, your puffs of breath getting shorter. All thanks to this... Thanks to—Johnny, technically. Damnit, this wasn't the time to think about that show-off...
But your mind simply wouldn't let it go. Wondering about it, you probably wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes after doing something that obscene. But there was always a chance... he wouldn't mind it?
"Jesus..." You bit your lip, shaking away the idea of Johnny, stripped down to nothing, towering over you in a shared shower.
Who knew something as mundane as a shower could even be this thrilling?
You barely remembered where you were currently.
"Mmff..." The impending threat of climaxing had you squeezing your thighs around the metal head, your stomach taut and toes curled. And— "Ah!"
Just before you could tip over the edge, a familiar figure let himself into the room. You startled.
A deep gasp of air filled your lungs. The shower dropping to your side. "J-Johnny– Ugh. Not now..." You meekly tried to cover up, humiliation filling you.
"Oh–! Woah, mama. I didn't mean to do no interrupting!" The man jerked his head away, appearing more shocked than you had been, funnily enough. Waiting a beat, he carefully peeked at you again; in your barest form, at that. He blinked, unable to believe his eyes. "What... What've you got goin' on there exactly, sugarplum?"
Your cheeks flushed. This was the worst possible occurrence! The man your untoward thoughts had drifted to, suddenly walking in on you… How unlucky could this day get? Although, when you took a second to calm down, and really think on it—if you let yourself be totally honest—wasn't this what you secretly hoped for all along?
"N-nothing... Shit." You crossed your arms over your chest in a shy manner, but tried to play it off as being irked. "Is privacy so much to ask for?"
"I knocked— I swear, darlin'. But you didn't answer..." Keeping some distance, Johnny tapped his foot at the floor, his gaze never wavering. Only staying on your face. "Seems... by the looks of it, I've had some mighty effect on you. Darn me for not realising sooner.” He huffed, trying to make light of the predicament. Though, it was the glint of yearning behind those kind eyes that made your heart skip a beat.
"...Mhm." Breathing returned to normal, you swallowed to cure your dry mouth. Something about having utilised the shower that way, when being confronted by the very manifestation of it, you felt inclined to apologise. As silly as it sounded, "I-I... don't know what came over me, Johnny. Sorry.”
His mouth gaped. "Sweet sally... It's not my place to complain. You shouldn't, have to stop on my account," he carefully said, his teeth grazing his lower lip. Fuck. Did it seriously take you this long to see what a debonair man your shower was? "I'll leave you–uh, to it."
Something came over you. Hand outstretching, you grasped the sleeve of his suit. "...Don't go,” it left you before you could even think of the consequences. But you knew you needed this, and he could sense it too.
Johnny froze in place, doing all he could to play off the bashful grin on his features.
"W-well, what kinda gentleman would I be, if I let a little lady like you finish all on her lonesome?" he retorted, sounding a smidge full of himself at your request. Not that you blamed him.
You didn't know what to expect from your bold move; holding your arm and shifting your weight from foot to foot. "It's the... least you can do for interrupting me..."
"Aw, don't get shy on me now, hun.” Johnny trailed his fingers over your arm, the caress awfully tender, until he clasped your hand. Taking it in his. Goosebumps broke out on your skin immediately. "This is what you really want?" he checked.
At your nod, he grasped the supple flesh of your waist, as if it were a soft clay that might smudge if handled without the utmost care.
Coaxing you to the shower floor with him, he lowered you atop his lap. And now you two were closer than ever; his eyes the most sparkling blue whilst you witnessed them in the intimate setting.
"Just… take it easy from here, sweetheart," he crooned in your ear, letting you rest your back to the tiled wall—nice and cool on your flushed skin. You gazed ahead, trying not to get too overwhelmed, since your body was completely vulnerable to him.
Legs naturally parting, you couldn't help but whine, without Johnny even needing to touch you. The notion alone was enough to make your clit throb, embarrassing you further.
The man's stare slowly traveled down your form, lingering on each and every crevice and curve. Truly appreciating the view before him. "No matter how many times I witness this state of yours, I don't think I'll ever get over the beauty of it..." Distracted by his words, he ran his thumb from your navel to the edge of your thigh. Johnny glimpsed at your face, in search of the answer to a question left on the tip of his tongue.
Your body acknowledged it, hips lilting forward in order to grant him the best access. "Anyday now, Johnny..." You pouted, the amount of neediness building up in you leaving you reeling for any small relief.
When you imagined pleasuring yourself with a shower, this wasn't exactly what you had in mind—but damn if you weren't looking forward to it.
Johnny Splash scoffed, "Is it a crime to wanna take my time, sugar?" His curls bounced lightly as he shook his head, not giving you the time to respond before creeping his hand inward. Right between your legs.
Spreading your lips apart, it wasn't hard to see how wet you already were, clear fluid coating your inner thighs. Johnny teased the puffy mess that was your pussy, gathering a modest amount of slick. He then brushed over your clit. Having the likeness of a feather, it made your mouth go dry.
Giving it sensual strokes with the pad of his thumb, he pushed closer to you. "Use me," he whispered wantonly. "Show me how I can please my good girl."
At that, he secured the shower head back into your grasp. He was giving you all the control, and it got your blood pumping in all the right ways. Heat rushing straight to your core, he took his fingers and placed them right where you needed them most. Barely holding back from delving them inside you.
When your breath hitched, it wasn't from trepidation. It was from the sheer excitement of knowing what came next.
"Right there..." you verbally and silently begged, tugging on his sleeve. And he listened. Wasting not even a second to stretch you out, with one finger filling you to the fullest; a second finger following with ease considering your earlier escapade.
Johnny gasped silently, burying deeper inside you. Your body took him in so smoothly, not an ounce of trepidation or distrust. It enamoured the man as he continued, knuckles sliding back and forth at a firm pace. “You feel heavenly…” His head lulled forward, resting on your chest. Thinking about everything else he could do to you.
Your face tensed, staying in a picturesque display of delight.
Not wanting the fun to settle, you applied the steady stream of water once again on your pussy. Your nerves lit up, and with all those dual sensations—mixed with Johnny's insistent rhythm... It was hotter than any scolding shower you'd ever taken.
"Tell me when you're close..." his voice soothed. “I need to hear you, darlin’.”
A mewl slipped from your mouth in reply, as humiliating as it was, mind too fried from ecstasy and unable to form proper words.
The situation had you utterly soaked (no thanks to the shower head). You soon found yourself starting to slip down Johnny's thighs with every uncontrolled buck of your hips. He made sure to hold you steady though. All while he scissored your cunt into submission.
After a short cry, voice a little hoarse from the steam, waves of pleasure washed over you. "Oh mm-my god— Johnny~ I'm cumming—! Ngh, d… don't stop..."
“I know. Just let go…” He felt as you clenched around him, his jaw doing the same. “Can you do that for me?”
You gave a frantic nod. The shock of your orgasm ripped through your core, causing your legs to shake.
One hand clawed into his bicep, but he paid no mind. His sole focus was ensuring you reached full satisfaction. Johnny let you ride it out all the way to the end on his fingers; helping you get there with every flick of his wrist and sweet words of praise. The sticky sounds of him fucking you full were no longer subtle.
And you begged some more. And Johnny didn't slow until you were effectively limp in his lap.
You both stayed there for a minute or five, basking in the comfortable silence and heavy breathing.
“Fuck, I mean… Thank you..." You cast a thoughtful look between you, placing the shower head down.
Johnny slicked back a loose strand of hair, face undeniably flushed. "The pleasure's all mine, darlin'..." he murmured, admiring your blissed-out state.
Slowly, you pried away from his touch, and not wanting you to slip, he aided you back to your feet. Following after you, Johnny made a move to wash himself and you, then turned off the water. He remained close at your side. Just in case you got cold without his shared body warmth.
"That was... I definitely didn't expect this of you..." You bit your lip, mulling over how you wanted to word your newly found desire toward the man. "Maybe we can... stay here, a little longer?" you suggested, trailing a hand down his body in a not-so-subtle way.
But Johnny retracted. Reaching for your towel, he instead covered you up. Had your intent not been clear?
"That's enough for now," he said, a kind smirk tugging at his mouth.
"But..." The plea left your lips—as he left you wanting so much more than you ever thought possible.
"Shush, angel cakes. You've had a helluva time already, and you're askin' for more?” He gently brushed your cheek with his palm. “I'll have to take you to dinner first, no buts.”
You couldn't exactly argue with his wishes, pouting to yourself. But, leaning into the touch, you were happy nonetheless that you had this wonderful experience to begin with. And knew there was plenty still to come if you played things right.
After today, it was safe to say you’d be more lenient to Johnny's singing.
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