A/N: I bet you guys have been waiting for this particular oneshot, and I have been dying to write it. I like to think I'm pretty good at writing smut, but I'll let you guys be the judge of that. Anyway, enjoy, and be sure to keep sending in those requests.

The First Time

The moment she asked to come over that night, Johnny already knew that something was up. Aisha never asked to come and spend the night; Johnny had always been the one to invite her in, or ask her to stay. So when she called in the middle of the day and asked if he had any plans for the night, Johnny was a bit taken aback by her questions. And then she asked if she could come over, and that really had him off guard. He could tell almost immediately that something different would ensue for the night. It would be something different for the both of them.

It was a little over five months since Johnny had asked Aisha to be his girl, and that doesn't include all the time they spent together before they became official. Maybe she was ready for that next step in their relationship. They had done other things before, kissing, touching, but nothing even remotely close to what Johnny Gat would consider sexual. Maybe this would really be it... Holy shit. At that thought, believe it or not, Johnny grew nervous in an instant.

"Fuck..." He muttered to himself as he looked around his apartment. He hadn't cleaned it in forever, so he figured maybe that would would be a good place to start. Having some music playing in the background, Johnny scurried around the small yet luxiorous apartment, picking up beer bottles, dirty clothes, and any other miscellaneous items that seemed to be lying about. He even swept the floor and put new sheets on the bed. When the place looked a bit more decent than usual, his nerves calmed a bit, and he lit some scented candles for extra good measure.

Despite what everyone else thought about Gat, deep down, he was a slight romantic, and he wanted his and Aisha's first time together to be special. More for her than him really, and he was going to make damn sure of it. And Aisha knew that too; she knew that Johnny had certain soft spots about him, especially for her. He was tough on the exterior, protective of Aisha, but deep down, he was a sap for her and only her. He knew how to please a woman, and more importantly, he knew how to make Aisha happy.

After the apartment was cleaned, Johnny jumped in the shower, getting cleaned up for the night. Usually, he was not insecure about his performance, but with Aisha, it was different. All these doubts stayed in his mind, replaying themselves over and over again. If they cared about each other, it shouldn't mattter if the sex was good, right? At that thought, Johnny had to scoff, of course it fucking mattered. He wanted to make sure Aisha enjoyed herself to the fullest, and if he was being honest with himself, this was the first time where he wanted the person he was sleeping with to receive more pleasure than him. He had always heard that sex was better with someone you had an emotional connection with, and now he would finally find out if that was true or not.

Goddamn, why was this so stressful? Why was he so concerned with fucking somebody? But Johnny knew better, it wasn't just anybody, this was Aisha he was talking about. The girl he cared about more than anyone else in his life. They hadn't said I love you to each other yet, but he knew that that would come in the near future. And they weren't just fucking either. Johnny had never really believed in making love, but now he did, and he knew that it meant something. He was hesitant, yet eager nonetheless.

Aisha sighed as she twirled in front of her full length mirror, admiring her outfit she had picked for the night; simple yoga pants, and an oversized t-shirt that hung off one of her shoulders, with a sexy lace lengerie piece underneath. Johnny had no idea what was coming to him, and at that simple fact, she had to smirk. She had been planning this night for some time now, craving for she and Johnny to finally be intimate with each other. Every time she thought it was going to happen, Johnny would always stop and tell her that it wasn't the right time. She waited and waited, and she just couldn't wait any longer. Tonight was the night, and she was going to make sure that it happened, whether Johnny wanted it to or not.

When she was finally ready, and it was nearing sunset, she hopped in her car and headed over to Johnny's house. Her heart pounded with apprehension and excitement for the events in the night that were about to come. Aisha hoped that Johnny would be satisfied with her appearance and what not. He had never seen her naked before, well, except for the one time he walked in on her changing her clothes, but that was only for a few seconds. This time, she would be exposed to him for as long as he wanted her to be. And she wanted to please him, no matter what, and she hoped that he wanted to please her as well.

Johnny saw headlights in his driveway, and his heartbeat sped up. He turned on the TV to make it look like he was doing something instead of pacing the damn floor, and sat down to wait for Aisha to knock on the door. Why was he nervous in the first place? Johnny Gat didn't get nervous, it just wasn't him. He was calm, cool, and collected nearly the majority of the time, except when he was around Aisha. Maybe that meant he was in love? Who the hell knew?

The knock on the door made him jump, and he stood up to go let her in. "Hey Johnny." A sweet smile adorned her face as she greeted her boyfriend, and he let her in. Goddamn she looked beautiful. Should he tell her that? He contemplated doing so, but decided against it.

"Hey Aish." He greeted in return, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he shut the front door of his apartment. She sat down on the couch while he watched her. "You want somethin' to drink?" He asked, hoping that liquor would help lighten the mood. She nodded, and Johnny headed to the kitchen, thanking his lucky stars that he had went shopping for wine the other day. When he returned with two wine glasses, he sat down on the couch right beside Aisha.

"How was your day?" She inquired, throwing her now bare feet up into Johnny's lap, and laying back on the couch. He took this as an oppurtunity to run his hands up and down her lower legs and feet, and she sighed in content.

Gat shrugged, "Pretty boring, I was hoping Julius would have some shit for me to do. What about you?" He asked, looking over at his girlfriend, his eyes meeting hers.

Aisha sighed after taking a sip of the wine, "I couldn't stop thinking about you." She confessed.

He chuckled, "I do tend to have that effect on people."

"Hm, is that so?" She retorted with a small laugh. Johnny was panicky by now because he didn't like small talk. It was like he was avoiding the situation. Did she want him to take some initiative and make the first move? Or did she want to make the first move? It was a weird kind of game that Johnny didn't like to play. "This wine is good." She commented, interrupting Johnny's thoughts.

"Thought you might like it." He replied with a small shrug.

Then, as if to answer Johnny's questioning thoughts, the unexpected happened. Aisha sat up, and put her glass of wine on the coffee table, and climbed on top of Johnny's lap, straddling him. It was not a foreign thing though, in fact, Aisha had done this multiple times before. "I missed you a lot today." She confessed, snaking her arms around Johnny's tattooed neck. He took that as a chance to wrap his arms around her small waist, and squeeze her tight. "Kiss me Johnny." She commanded, her chocolate eyes blazing.

He obliged, pressing his lips to hers in an instant, while she cupped his face. She smelled intoxicating, like always, honey, roses, and sweetness. Her tongue traced his bottom lip, begging for entrance, and he let her in. This was really happening, and it felt like a dream. When she pulled away to catch her breath, she trailed kisses down his neck, biting and suckling gently while simultaneously beginning to unbutton his shirt. She got about three buttons done when Johnny stopped her, grabbing her hands and forcing them down to her sides. "Aish..." He trailed off, looking up at her. "Hang on..." He added.

She frowned, "What now, Johnny?" She inquired. He better not stop this time, she was already so worked up, and she could tell he was too. If he pushed her away now, she'd be pissed at him for awhile. Why didn't he want her? Didn't he want her to pleasure him? "Don't you want me?" She questioned gently, fearing rejection once more.

He chuckled, "Aish, I do want you, believe me, I do."

"Then why do you stop me every time?" She questioned, eyebrows knitted together.

"Are you really ready for this?" He asked gently. "I just don't want you to regret it, you know?"

The singer nodded, "I've been waiting so long... This needs to happen Johnny."

Johnny couldn't help but to smirk at the need in her voice, and he was flattered that she wanted him so badly. "Alright, that's all I needed to hear." He confirmed before pressing his lips to hers once more. Now that he was sure that this was happening, he let his primal side take over, and did what he was feeling. Her skin was so soft and delicate as he placed tender kisses all over her, exploring her body for the first time. And she let her hands roam as well, massaging his shoulders, and continuing to unbutton his shirt. When it was finally unbuttoned, she slid it down his muscular shoulders, leaving him topless. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him like that, but it felt different this time, because she would get to see all of him. "Wanna go to the bedroom?" Johnny asked, mumbling against her skin.

Aisha nodded, "Yeah." She confirmed, and Johnny lifted her off the couch, carrying her back to the bedroom as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He shut the door behind them, and laid Aisha down on the king sized bed, hovering slightly on top of her. Their lips met again, tongues fighting for dominance, and as Johnny hovered over her, Aisha could feel his calloused hands playing at the hem of her shirt. It sent chills up and down her spine when his hands brushed against the hot flesh of her abdomen.

"Can I take this off?" Johnny asked, referring to her shirt.

"You don't have to ask." Aisha laughed.

Johnny kissed her once more before replying, "Hey, I'm trying to do this shit right, okay?" He chuckled before pulling her shirt over her head. Aisha was taken aback by his statement. What did he mean by doing it right? Was he trying to make this perfect for her? That only made her heartbeat speed up a little more. "Damn, Aish..." He marveled at her body. That purple lace bra was driving him crazy, and she looked beautiful. "You're fucking beautiful." He told her, smirking slightly.

He took this opportunity to kiss her lips, then her neck, her collar bones, the tops of her ample breasts, her navel, her belly button, until he reached the waistband of her yoga pants. He climbed off of her so that he could undress her the rest of the way, leaving her in her bra and panties. Johnny couldn't believe that this woman in front of him was all his, and no one else's. She belonged to him and only him. Aisha chuckled, bring Johnny out of his thoughts, "It's my turn now." She told him, rolling him over so that she could begin undoing his belt buckle. When she finally was able to loosen it, she slid his slacks down and he kicked them off, leaving him in his boxers.

They kissed again, his erection prominent, and Aisha couldn't help but to blush at his length. Of course, she had heard him brag about it many times, but she didn't think he was actually telling the truth. While they were kissing, the r&b singer reached behind her and unclasped her bra, and it fell from her shoulders, leaving her completely topless and exposed to her boyfriend. "Aish..." Johnny had no idea what to say, he was never good at this complimenting stuff, but goddamn she had the body of a goddess.

"Touch me Johnny." She ordered, and he didn't have to be told twice as he brought his hands up to knead her breasts. She felt so soft in his hands, and he didn't want to ever let go. When he brought his mouth to her bosom, she nearly lost it; tilting her head back in ecstacy, moaning his name slightly, and Gat was surprised. He never thought she'd be the vocal type during sex.

They undressed each other the rest of the way, and it was their first time being completely naked and exposed in front of one another. But Aisha fell in love with Johnny's body, and he did the same with hers. He laid his girlfriend down so that her head was resting on his many pillows, and began working wonders on her body with his lips and teeth; sucking and leaving hickies in his wake. When she felt his hot breath on her hip bones, she knew where he was going, and she didn't have any intention in stopping him. "Aish?" He inquired, as if asking for permission.

"You're okay." She told him, smiling slightly, and that's when she felt him place a kiss on her inner thigh. She didn't think it was possible for her to be this wet, but oh, she was, and she wanted Johnny like no other. His tongue plunged into her fully, and her hands found his hair, knotting her fingers in it, pulling, squeezing, and reveling in the overcoming feeling that was washing over her. "Oh... Fuck, Johnny..." It was hard to understand what she was saying, incoherent almost, and Johnny only smirked against her skin, knowing that he was doing his job well. A string of profanities left her mouth as she neared her climax, and then she told Johnny to stop. "Johnny..." Her voice was breathy, "Wait."

"What is it?" He asked, sitting up and looking at her.

"I want you to be inside me when I come..." She trailed off, feeling slightly embarrassed by her little confession. However, Johnny thought it was completely sexy. He only nodded in understanding, and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself on his tongue. It was no secret that Johnny enjoyed eating pussy. Aisha cupped his face, and her other hand found its way to his member, which was now fully erect. "Can I?" She inquired, wanting to please him just as much as he wanted to please her.

"You don't have to, Aish..." He replied, head swimming already at the thought of her hands on him.

"I want to, Johnny." She said, moving her hand up and down slowly, twisting her wrist at the right moments. Gat inhaled sharply, and allowed her to continue her ministrations. He didn't think she'd be so eager to please him. After all, he had wanted this night to be only for and about her. It was sweet that she was thinking of him as well. When he was about to come, he stopped her, wanting to be inside her as well. Aisha liked to be in charge, she liked to be the dominate one. So when she forced Johnny down on his back and climbed on top of him, he was surprised.

"Aish, let me." He insisted, wanting to please her, and not make her do all the work.

She nodded, and acquiesed to him, lying on her back and him hovering over her. She could feel him at her entrance as she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Are you nervous, Johnny?" She inquired.

He chuckled, "It's a bit late for that, don't you think?" He joked. "Are you?" He questioned seriously.

She shook her head, "No."

"Good." Johnny kissed her once more, before pushing himself into her wet core. He was slow with his thrusts and ministrations, reveling in the feeling of her tightness. Luckily for him, he was able to last for a long time, but he couldn't really say the same about Aisha. She was so ready for release as she clawed her nails down his back, moaning his name, begging for him to make her come. Johnny buried his head in the crook of her neck as he sped up, deepening his thrusts, biting her neck. And when Aisha did finally come, she didn't come once, or twice, but three times, and that was the first time that that certain situation had ever happened to her. When Johnny was certain that his girlfriend had had enough, he finally allowed himself to orgasm, and he wasn't lying to himself when he thought that this sex with Aisha was probably the best sex that he's ever had.

When everything was all said and done, they laid beside each other, Aisha wrapped around him while he inhaled a cigarette. "Thank you, Johnny." Was all she said before drifting off to sleep from the night's strenuous events.