Prompt: Porsche

Rating: M

Warning: smut ;D

Setting: Post 3x9 so AU since our baby cakes is alive.

Relationship Status: established

Sidenote: I had this forever and just kept putting the update off because I was busy with other things. And I think it's fitting since today is May 1st :)


John exited his apartment's complex, stepping out into the tepid early May air, disgruntled. Today was his birthday and he had plans with Joss but they were destroyed when they received a new number. Shaw texted him a half hour ago she'd be on her way to pick him up and she'd give him details then. But that was the last he heard from her and he couldn't get a hold of her or Finch. He had called Joss to tell her that he had to work which disappointed her. It disappointed him too because he had been looking forward to spending his first birthday since they began dating with her. He hadn't had anyone to share it with since he had dated Jessica.

He looked up when he heard tires squeal and saw a black Porsche with tinted windows speed its way towards him. That had to be Shaw. Now he wondered who their number was and what kind of cover they had since she was driving the fancy sports car.

John grabbed the door handle the moment it came to an abrupt stop in front of him. "Took your sweet time, Shaw." He growled as he yanked the door open before he stared at the driver. "Joss?" he said trying to reconcile the fact that the woman behind the wheel was Joss and not Shaw.

Joss grinned at him as she waved him inside. "Hey John, Shaw needed to help her girlfriend so she asked me to help you out," Joss said with a sly look. John was standing there staring at her. "Get inside, silly."

He swallowed hard as he climbed in. "Joss, this is…"

"A surprise?" she supplied.

"Yes…."

John stared at her getup. She was wearing a tight mini-skirt that rested high on her thighs and what appeared to be one of her pantsuit blazers. "What are you wearing?" he asked. She smiled as she undid the button holding the blazer closed and proceeded to remove it and revealed a sexy and skimpy white bra that her breasts nearly spilled out of. She looked like one of those Victoria Secret models.

Joss grinned wickedly as she locked doors before John could try to flee and pulled away from the curb. "This happened in that dream you told me about, didn't it?" she asked innocently with a husky lilt to her voice. "You said I picked you up in a Porsche wearing nothing and proceeded to fuck your brains out. Well I tweaked it just a bit since I'd be arrested for indecent exposure; hope you don't mind!" she recited to him.

He swallowed hard. "Uh, I don't mind,' he managed, sounding like he had run for over 100 miles and was in a desperate need of some water. "There's no number is there?" he questioned thickly as they screeched to a stop as a traffic light turned red.

Joss turned to eye him directly. "Nope, this was all a ruse just so I could get this ready for your birthday surprise. The Porsche is a birthday gift from Harold who didn't want to know the reasons why it had to be a Porsche. Shaw's gift to you is not sticking her nose in our business, and from me: I got us tickets to a Yankees game since you love baseball and reservations for dinner for us at your favorite restaurant for tomorrow. Tonight is takeout from your favorite Chinese place since you won't feel like dining out," she murmured with a wicked smile. She had already bought their Chinese earlier in the evening and it was at her place in the fridge waiting to be reheated. She didn't want to waste time after she made his dream become reality.

Joss leaned in close to him before adding, "Happy birthday, John," she whispered as she kissed him hungrily. She released his lips after she thoroughly kissed him and sat back in her seat as she gently rubbed his strong muscled thigh, careful to not brush his crotch. She pressed down hard on the gas pedal the moment it turned green, speeding. John should have never told her that he loved when she drove fast.

It was quiet in the Porsche. Joss kept glancing at him here and there quickly; smug to see the way his erection was already pressing up his pants. John was probably thinking about his dream, and how she looked. She was glad because she'd been wet since putting on the skimpy bra and mini-skirt as she thought about how tonight was going to go. She left her panties at home, knowing what she was going to do to him so they weren't needed.

She pulled to a stop after driving off the beaten path, finding a nice secluded spot off the highway where they could be alone without anyone to bother them.

She cut the engine and eyed John lustily. "We're alone now, John," she purred as she unclipped her seatbelt and when he didn't reciprocate she undid his for him as well.

"Joss, you don't…" he started but trailed off as he let out a sharp moan as she laid a hand on his crotch, pleased to find him already extremely hard; it seemed someone was excited for what was in store for him. She rubbed him through his pants and he exhaled roughly as his hips jumped to press his cock against her hand harder.

Joss, with her other hand, pressed the button below his seat and reclined it before she crawled on top of him settling herself happily on his lap with his erection pressing against her center. "Mmm, you feel so good, John; so nice and hard."

His dark eyes fell to her breasts that were practically spilling out of the skimpy lace bra. He palmed them and her nipples hardened immediately as he teased them through the thin fabric with his fingers.

Joss leaned into him and kissed him, sighing into his mouth as his hands were strumming, pinching, and tweaking her nipples. She slipped her tongue into his mouth to lay along his before she teased him to give chase. John fell in line with what she wanted as his tongue followed into her mouth and he moaned as she sucked on his tongue. She gyrated her hips rubbing against his erection.

He broke the kiss to moan her name as he tugged her bra down to expose her breasts to him. He lifted a breast up as he leaned down to take as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. She mewed in response but she didn't lose focus on getting his fly open. She lifted up to kneel which made John happy as his mouth was busy sucking on her breast and lavishing her nipple with loving attention from his tongue. She made quick work of his button and zipper of his fly. She was grateful she had remembered to hide all his boxer-briefs in her trunk so he'd have to go commando.

Joss pulled him out and he was warm, hard, and twitching in her grasp. He pulled his mouth from her breast to moan as she rubbed her hand from his large head to the base and then back up. She let her thumb tease the slit loving the shiver that wracked him.

Joss tugged her skirt up, not really needing much foreplay because of how incredibly wet she was for him, and he hissed in pleasure as he saw she was bare underneath. "You weren't wearing panties," he moaned sounding winded.

She grinned as she reached down, positioned his throbbing cock at her slick entrance and lowered herself down enveloping his massive head, before linking their hands together as she slowly took him inside inch by inch. Joss sighed breathlessly as he slid into her and John cursed; she tightened her grip on his hands refusing to let him grab her hips and control the entry. She was controlling this.

He panted, "God, Joss…" he whimpered as his hips lifted trying to press more of him inside her quicker. She drew him inside her wet heat so slowly that she felt his dick touch every inch inside her.

She moaned as the head of his cock rubbed sensually across her G-spot but she continued past until slowly he was fully sheathed inside her.

"You feel amazing, John," she groaned loudly as she let his hands go to drive her fingers into his hair, finding it longer than ever before, long enough to curl around her fingers and she sped up her hips a little, to unhurriedly ride him. "You're growing out your hair," she gasped.

He moaned as he leaned his head back against the headrest. "I'm going to call the barber sometime this week," he bit out, struggling to talk as the majority of his blood was way south and he was focused on the pressure in his dick and the fact that Joss was dragging him to the edge already.

"Don't you dare," she begged as she nipped at his neck. "I like it longer," she murmured as she levered on him harder. "You want me happy don't you?"

"God yes," John whimpered as his hands gripped her hips to guide her on him harder.

Joss rotated her hips, making sure she changed the rhythm on him wanting to prolong his orgasm, draw this out for him. "Don't call the barber," she said and punctuated that statement with a bruising kiss and let her fingers curl into fists in his dampening hair and pulled. He groaned in response and his fingers flexed and dug into her hips before he let his fingers wander onto her ass and she hissed in pleasure as his fingers delved between her cheeks.

She broke the kiss as she leaned her forehead against his and sped her hips up, driving him in and out of her at a dizzying pace. "Does this match your fantasy?" Joss demanded, not sure how much talking she was going to be able to do before she lost control. She was close to her own orgasm.

"Better…."

Joss flung her head back letting go and cried his name out, keeping a tight hold on his hair as the tension built higher and higher and any moment it would explode in mind-blowing waves of ecstasy.

Seconds later her orgasm rocked her, making her cry his name out and John followed her as he came, his hands dug into her hips holding her down to him, keeping himself buried deep as he called her name out. After several moments of shared ecstasy they slumped together on the seat as John held her in his arms as they struggled to come down from their climatic highs.

"That was amazing," John whispered breathlessly in her ear.

She smiled against his cheek. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, birthday boy," she murmured keeping her arms wrapped tight around his neck as spasms still rocked her core which washed over his cock that was still deep inside her.

"mmm…" he sounded as his breath slowed and he was content to just hold onto her at the moment.

Joss forced herself to lift her head and straighten a little. "I love you, John. You made my birthday amazing, I wanted to make yours just the same," she said with a tender kiss to his warm lips.

He smiled as he forced her back. He traced her jaw with his index finger. "I love you too. You make every day you're with me amazing, Joss," he whispered. They cuddled close in the car and she wasn't in the mood to let him go just yet. "How about we head home where we can make love in your bed?" he suggested.

She smiled, liking that idea. John helped her rise up and she was sad as he slid from inside her regretfully. John helped her slide back onto the driver side as she fixed her bra and then mini skirt that rested up on her hips. She looked back at John and saw he had redone his pants.

He looked at her as she started the car. "Did you hide my underwear?" he asked suddenly.

Joss grinned. "Maybe, because they would have gotten in my way of getting to that cock of yours," she said coyly. "You can have them back now since you look amazing in them. They just didn't fit in with my plan."

John chuckled a little. "Take us home, Joss."

"With pleasure, John," she purred.


AN: In my little mind all I can imagine is Finch, Lionel, and Shaw coming over and seeing her and John carrying his underwear in from the trunk. Can you imagine THAT conversation ;D Anyways, thanks for reading!