Jemma: Recommendation; Read glitteredvixen06 's fic 'Bondage'. This is sort of a follow-up, with Johnny getting a little too horny for his own good this time. Actually, he gets so horny, he cheats on Mystel with a chick.
"I think you've really had too much to drink..." Mariam muttered, kicking open Johnny's motel room door.
"No.. Nonono.... I'm fine..." The Scot slurred, dragging his feet irritably for Mariam as she struggled to support him.
"No, you're not. 'Fine' people don't drink 12 beers, fall over a bar stool and crack a valet parker in the jaw!" Mariam hissed, her frustration growing as Johnny's drunk shenanigans with his feet caused her more and more posture problems.
"He-He took a swing at me first!!" Johnny slurred once more. Mariam was about to say something, but instead the friction of Johnny sliding down from her shoulder and falling to the floor just as they reached the bedroom stopped her.
She gave an irritated sigh.
"Johnny McGregor, I hate you sometimes!" The blue-haired beauty stated, bending down despite her short skirt and sticking her hands under Johnny's shoulders, attempting to pull him to his staggering feet.
The room swam in front of Johnny's maroon eyes, making the drunk boy squint and groan. But, one thing he saw brightly; the electric purple of Mariam's underwear; sheathed between her creamy white thighs. The girl mustn't have known he was in perfect eye-shot...
"....." Johnny gulped at it, his eyes not being able to leave the sight.
"...Johnny?" Mariam asked, looking around curiously.
"....What?" He asked, snapping out of her perverted daze. This was unusual....
"Where's Mystel?" She asked, looking around the apartment. The oblivious girl still failed to notice Johnny's gazing.
"G.. Gone out..." Johnny stuttered. "He and Ray went to a movie..." Johnny trailed off. Mariam looked down curiously.
"Okay... I don't wanna leave you alone when you're this drunk..." The solitary female of the SaintShields groaned again, successfully pulling Johnny from the floor and making him stand drunkenly on his own two feet again.
"Yeah.. I mean, no..." Johnny muttered, his messy mahogany hair getting in the way of his eyes. "You should stay.." He said. Mariam sighed lowly. Her pale hands tugged lightly on the silky fabric of her halter top, making sure it stayed in place as she got back into position to support her intoxicated friend.
"Fine, I'll stay. ...God, you stink!" She wrinkled her nose, leading Johnny over to the bed. The intense aroma of alcohol wafted from him, and moreso when he laughed light-hearted at her comment. Mariam just held her breath as she let him drop, Johnny giving an 'oomph!' sound as his back hit the mattress. "You should get some sleep."
"..Nah.... Go check the fridge for me eh, see if there's any beer..." Johnny muttered, his cloudy eyes trailing over Mariam's sleek figure standing at the foot of the bed.
"Wha?! No Johnny! Go to sleep dammit! You're so drunk you can't even see straight." Mariam spat at him.
Johnny didn't answer.
Instead, he ran over in his mind what Mystel would say if he took advantage of his drunkenness and slept with her. Honestly; a gay guy could be straight for a night, right? ..Well, most of them didn't, but Johnny always thought of himself as special. Yes, he was gay; he liked a good stiff cock. He knew Mariam was straight, so she liked cock too. Maybe she'd like his cock?
The more and more Johnny surveyed his thoughts, the more and more he thought of how fine Mariam looked and just how in Love with Mystel he was. Johnny Loved Mystel; not Mariam. Mariam was... Just fun to him. And Mystel had come close to cheating before. Johnny had made him pay for that... That night Mystel kissed him who's elaborate disguise did nothing to fool either of them...
Johnny leaned in close again, laying himself over Mystel's bent form, his velvety member rubbing along the split in Mystel's bottom. "Really though," Johnny continued interrupting Mystel again. "That's not why I'm so angry, well, not the whole reason." Johnny reached out and slapped Mystel hard on the bottom with a resounding smack and followed it quickly with, "It's…" SMACK! "Because…" SMACK! "You…" SMACK! "Knew!" SMACK!"
Johnny smirked to himself as he thought about Mystel's caring, gentle nature. Of course he would get over it; this was just in return.
(Let's hope this is just the booze talking.)
"..I'll go to bed... If you... You come with me." Johnny smirked sleazily, eyeing Mariam's long legs from his sprawled position on the bed.
"..Uh, no." Mariam said bluntly, turning on her heel. Johnny frowned as she went to make her way out of the room.
"D-Don't go.. I'sorry." He slurred. Mariam rolled her eyes, stepping back into the room and sitting down on the end of the bed.
"Johnny, you're drunk. I'm gonna go call Mystel to come home." Mariam said. Two seconds later, and the girl had moved from the bed again, leaving Johnny's eyes on her denim skirt-clad ass as she put her cell to her ear and walked out of the room. Johnny frowned again.
..Then smirked.
Johnny reached into his bedside drawer, and began to pull out a few familiar, sexy things.
Mariam, for like the hundredth time that night, let out a groan as she slipped her cell back into her pocket. 'Mystel must've shut his off so he wouldn't interrupt the movie...'
The girl sighed and walked back into Johnny's room.
...Who was no where in sight. The Scot was no longer laying awkwardly on the bed. The green-eyed girl let her eyes skim across the tan room carefully.
"...Johnny?"
"GOTCHA!"
Mariam let out a squeal as Johnny jumped out from behind the door, grabbed her around the waist and forced her down to the bed.
"Johnny what the hell are you doing!?" She cursed, trying to push the drunken beyblader away from her. But, never underestimate the power of the drunkard; Johnny just pushed right back, and much to Mariam's dismay, began to lock a pair of handcuffs around her wrists.
Mariam was starting to get a little freaked out.
"Shhhh not so loud will ya??" Johnny said, giving a hard tug on the cuffs to make sure they were locked in place.
"Johnny let . me . GO!" Mariam said in between frustrated breaths. Just what the hell was Johnny doing??? It had to be because he was drunk... Johnny didn't like girls... Maybe he was gonna kill her? Yeah, right. Mariam searched her mind for reasons to explain Johnny's actions as she watched the man stumble clumsily off the bed again and grab...
Oh my god.
Mariam dropped her jaw as Johnny took out a collar, a whip, a leash, and a dildo.. From his bedside drawer.
"....No. No no no, those are for Mystel, not me!" Mariam gasped, seeing Johnny's lips curl into a grotesque smirk at her frightened, nervous expression.
"Oh c-come on, Mariam..." He said, "Give in, l-let loose and have some fun..!" Johnny croaked, crawling back onto the bed. As soon as Mariam saw a hand reaching for her skirt, she kicked out with a leg and hoped to hell she'd hit the Majestic hard enough to knock him out till Mystel got home.
No such luck.
Johnny just laughed, ducking out of the way of the second kick and using the opportunity to land a hard slap to Mariam's ass.
She gave a sharp gasp in pain. Then, a gasp in surprise as she felt the cool leather of a collar, studs and all, fasten around her neck. It even came with a chain leash.
"This isn't funny Johnny, take this damn thing off!!" Mariam barked, supporting herself on her elbows on the velvety bedspread as she brought her hands to the collar, tugging and prying at it. Johnny just laughed again at the sight as he brought his palm down hard on Mariam's sore ass again, hearing the resounding smack and clink of the chain as Mariam jumped a little in mock escape.
"Oww!" The girl weaned, looking back at Johnny sourly. Even when she was happy, Mariam's features always had a sarcastic, yet peaceful look; it was hard to describe. But when she was angry, well.. Johnny had never seen a more beautiful female face. Her lilac lips jutted out in a pretty pout, and her emerald eyes narrowed to a dangerous, sultry degree. It seemed to set her face aflame with feeling; along with something else in Johnny's pants.
"Can't you just enjoy thisss...?" Johnny said again, as his hand dug into the pile of things in the drawer once more.
"No!" Mariam said quickly. "Johnny, Mystel-" Everything went black.
Johnny had sprung a blindfold on her. He'd thought about using the leather hood, but something that special was to be reserved for his lovely Mystel only. Instead, he'd use a handkerchief and a strap of leather to gag her. Mariam gave a squeak as she began to thrash around, trying to hold her own against the weight of her drunk friend.
She just wasn't so lucky.
Soon Johnny had managed to get a finger into the corner of her mouth, and before Mariam could react the foul taste of leather bound her, and she felt the small clip at the back of the strap close and Johnny laughed again. She could only groan against the gag, wishing desperately to see what macabre wonders Johnny had yet in store for her.
Mariam hadn't bargained for this when she went out.
"Johnny?"
"H-Hey Mariam.!" Johnny grinned, clumsily walking over to her and giving the SaintShield a bone-crushing hug. "How are youuu?" He slurred. Mariam forced a smile as she broke the hug between the two. It wasn't hard to see how drunk he was.. But then again, one could tell by the smell and the errors of his speech alone.
"I'm fine, Johnny.. Uh, where's Mystel??" She asked curiously, her eyes darting around the dimly lit club, across people jiving on the dance floor and others seated at tables and bar stools.
"He ain't here." Johnny said quickly, smirking as he watched her eyes travel. "Y-you gon'have a drink?" He spit out, grabbing Mariam's arm and proceeding to drag her toward the long slab of a bar.
"Yeahhhhh, sure...." She trailed off, eyeing Johnny as he called another two beer from the tender.
Just how many had he had already...?
How many more was he planning to have??
Mariam sighed deeply, watching Johnny turn back to her and hand her her beer clumsily, raising his own to his lips and taking a long gulp. Mariam could've sworn the beer was half empty once the copper bottle hit the slab again.
She sighed and took another sip of her beer. It was unusual for Johnny to be out without Mystel. Were they having problems?? Mariam could only guess. Though that seemed unlikely, after hearing that he and Johnny all but fucked like rabbits every single night...
Mariam had to drop her thoughts as Johnny took a step toward her, and crashed over one of the stools...
She rolled her eyes.
Time to go.
Mariam gave a sharp squeal against the gag as she felt Johnny give a rough pull on the chain attached to her collar, and almost drag her till she felt the sense to crawl where he wanted her to.
"This.. This is gon'be fun." The Scot smirked drunkenly, putting his hand flat against Mariam's butt to tell her to stop crawling backward. His smirk only widened as he felt the shiver run through her.
Next, he got onto his knees, and began to pull down Mariam's skirt with one hand while his other swept away the long waves of hair surrounding the back of her neck and untied the halter top. Mariam gave a weak squeak as the cups of her top fell downward, a rush of air hitting her exposed breasts. Next she felt it hit her ass, as the denim of her skirt was pulled down over her round globes and pulled out so roughly from under her legs that she nearly fell to her stomach.
Johnny peered at her exposed breasts, smirking as he realized she'd gone braless. Of course. A sort of primal instinct burned in his eyes, and undermining the sight of her smooth ass for one minute, he reached an arm under her and gripped one firm tit in his hand.
"Now now noww..." He said as Mariam swayed a little in unease from the unwanted touch. "You just relax... I'ma gonna make you feel goodddd." He grinned, moving around to the front of Mariam and getting a better look at those precious boobs.
They were a large B, almost a C, just like a fruit in prime form. They stood out brightly against the black of her halter top straps, the small pink nipples hardening from either the coolness of the room or the feeling of his eyes scanning her. Johnny chuckled, fully knowing Mariam was un-capable of stating her disgust and just had to sit around and take his 'playing'.
"..So... Can I suck 'em??" He asked, watching as she shook her head quickly, little grunts of protest coming from her gagged mouth that made Johnny's already hard manhood twitch in impatience. "Well I don't really need ya permission.." He grinned, his hand grabbing the chain once again and pulling it so hard to the left that Mariam shrieked and fell to the side, rolling onto her back in reflex.
Johnny moved over her, his hand tightening it's grip almost painfully on Mariam's soft breast. She let out a small moan. It only escalated once his thumb began to kneed her nipple, brushing it roughly and sending tingles of pleasure through her.
Mariam couldn't want this.
With a single touch of Johnny's rough palm, she'd gone from loathe to lust.
Mariam thought about it carefully, trying to ignore the sensations Johnny sent through her. But ignorance was impossible once she felt his wet, hot mouth clamp down on one of her sensitive pale peaks.
Johnny thought he heard a moan from between her gagged lips, but he just smirked against her flushing breast and sucked hardly on her nipple, his tongue swirling the tip of the soft nub and just enjoying the shakes and spasms that seemed to roll from her body like waves against a beach.
Underneath the blindfold, Mariam's eyes shut slowly as she indulged herself in his exotic ministrations. She didn't want to admit it was heaven, but, well.. It was pretty close.
Then it seemed like heaven was ripped away just as she'd begun to enjoy it.
Johnny pulled back from her breast and grinned, though she couldn't tell.
"Like that Mariamm?" It almost seemed like slowly, sex was wearing off his alcoholism. He almost said that sentence without slurring. Mariam just groaned against the leather.
'Maybe... Kicking back and having some harmless fun with Johnny wouldn't be so bad after all...'
"I knew you would." Johnny continued, "And you should like'is even better."
Within seconds, Johnny delved a hand between Mariam's thighs and commanded the girl split her long legs. Mariam's teeth just clenched against the leather, and let him open her to his curious eyes.
Johnny felt her grow uneasy as a muscle tightened in her thigh, and he only smirked at it, before looking upon her venus mound. It was as light a pink as her nipples, and Johnny noticed that she blushed twice as much. He gulped a little, before letting his finger brush across her outer lips.
A shiver wracked her immediately, and he could only chuckle.
"Calm down would ya??" Without warning, he brought his hand back and sucked the finger he used into his mouth, and then dipped it inside her to the knuckle. He watched her beautiful chest rise slowly, a deep breath hushing out against the leather gag. On second thought, he didn't need the spit; his friend was plenty wet already.
His lips curved into a smile, before he reached upward and clasped a bit of the gag.
"If I take this off, you gon'do what I tell you tooo?" He asked. Mariam nodded slowly, and took in a few precious gulps of unscathed air as Johnny removed her gag.
"Thank you..." She muttered. Johnny noticed that it had lost the majority of it's anger; it pleased him. He leant down over her again, and this time, he pressed his lips onto her's.
Mariam stiffened beneath him. He was kissing her.... Okay. It couldn't really be called weirder than the other things going on... She began to move her soft lips over his, surprised that he didn't taste nearly as bad as she would've thought. Mariam felt him smirk against her lips, before breaking the short but surprising kiss and delving another two fingers sharply into her cunt. A gasp slipped through her lips, only helping that sadistic smirk spread.
"You're real wet Mariam... You must be enjoyin' this..."
The heat of her was enticing against his fingers, and, before Johnny found what he was doing, his other hand had helped to rid himself of his pants and boxers. And it was stroking his iron-hard cock. Meanwhile, the fingers buried within Mariam's female walls began a steady rhythm of 'in, out, in, twirl, in, out, in, twirl'. The most interesting mewling noises escaped her throat, and her hips made several attempts to buck upwards.
"Johnnyyyyyyyyy..." She purred, her head tossing back in a beautiful, ocean-wave motion.
"Mariam." He said confidently. "...Did I tell you Mystel might be out real, real late??"
SB: This is the first chapter, hope you like it! Review please!