You're very welcome annon, I'm glad you like it

Whatsername/Will is hopefully coming soon, I like the idea (And it lets me throw some Johnny/Heather in)

For now, some dirty, dirty, dirty smut to satisfy you all

Title: Things That Sound Nice

Rating: M for fisting, orgasm denial, and two very horny young adults

Characters: Johnny and Heather

Pairings: Johnny/Heather

Timeline: Post American Idiot

She's finally convinced Johnny to go down on her and it's fabulous. It's taken an hour of her tracing his head through his jeans before he is finally too turned on to say no to anything Heather suggests. He keeps saying she's got to stop or he's going to come before she can even get his pants off and now finally, he's given in to her. He is bent down, allowing her to stay propped up on the counter with her legs spread wide. He's got this look on his face like he's concerned and mildly nervous because despite their months worth of fucking in any place they can manage, this would be the first time he's gone down on her, and honestly, she's his best friend's ex girlfriend and he's got his head between her legs and she's not even doing her normal Heather thing where she takes his hand and reassures him. And that's because he's not the only one turned on beyond belief.

But Johnny, for all his preaching, when he's about to have his way with a girl, he starts to get insecure and all of his Jesus of Suburbia leadership charisma practically drops to the floor, but fuck, that's what makes him who he is, it's what turns her on beyond belief so she looks up at him, brow furrowed, lips pouted, eyes wide and whimpers "please…"

Oh such magic words, it's like now that he knows how badly she flat out fucking needs him, the confidence is back, he drops down to his knees, really looking over her bare lower body, admiring the view. He places his hands atop her knees and slides them up, taking in the softness of her pale skin, and that might be erotic to him, but to her, it's his fingers, so calloused from the guitar, trailing over her bare flesh, up her leg, to her upper thigh, around to her ass, the friction is driving her up a wall and when he squeezes her ass she groans.

He grins at this new leverage, leaning in closer and his hot breath against her wetness causes a whimper to fall from her lips.

"Johnny…goddammit." She pleads and he chortles, taking one of his hands away from her ass to slowly draw his index finger up from the bottom of her tight, wet slit to her clit and oh god the noises she's making because of him. "Johnny…" She whispers and his grin begins to turn more catlike, more into a smirk.

"Beg me." He orders, her eyes widen.

"Johnny, I am!" She tells him, but he shakes his head. "Oh my god, you're fucking kidding me!" She chokes out, but his finger with all of its delicious roughness is drawing a very lazy circle around the little bundle of nerves that is her clitoris that lets her know he is most certainly not kidding. "Johnny…please…" She says and he chortles, moving in closer.

"You're going to have to do better than that." He breathes, brushing his soft lower lip up against her clit and oh fuck his breath is so warm.

"Oh my god, Johnny, please." She curls her toes and pinches her eyes shut, trying to hold onto some of her control, he's so warm, he's such a tease and right about now, she's contemplating trying to take back teasing him for a whole hour. But he can't hold out that long, right? He's lowering himself and his cold nose brushes against her dripping wetness and after all that warmth, she feels like she just got pushed over the edge of a cliff. "Oh fuck, please Johnny, please, please, please!" She snaps, trying to control her temper but god, she's starting to get all red in the face and if he were closer, she'd probably bite down on his shoulder or something. Instead, she opts for tying her hands into his hair and practically forcing him down on her, but he steadies himself out on the counter top and is able to free himself from her death grip.

"Oh, Heather, don't make me tie you down." He grins up at her and she shivers, violently oh what a thought, she'll have to suggest that sometime.

"Johnny, please, please, please just…just stop teasing me, please put your mouth all over me…" Her green eyes flicked down to his blue ones and she felt her brow furrowing heavily. He sighed, shaking his head.

"Not quite there, babe." He shrugged. "Guess I'm just going to have to get you a little closer." He chuckles, kissing her wetness and she whimpers, and because his hair isn't an option, obviously, she digs her nails into her own thighs, trying to hold on. "I don't think you want it bad enough…" He says, speaking against her slit and when he enunciates the word 'think' she feels the faintest flickering of tongue against her and she cries out.

"Fuck, Johnny, I do, fuck, fuck, fuck I do, please, just fuck me!" She begs, feeling herself choke up. Dammit, she doesn't want to come before he is even inside of her and all of the tightening of her muscles, all of the curling of her toes and the pinching of her eyes and the pressing of her nails, it doesn't matter, right now, that pain is the only thing that stops her from becoming putty in his hands.

He opens his mouth against her folds and she sighs, expecting the warm, wet, erotic relief to come, but it doesn't. It doesn't. It doesn't. He is faking, pretending like he is going to oblige. God fucking dammit! She isn't going to get her relief, she is so fucking close, so god damn close, she is going to die, he is going to leave her so close to the edge, it is going to fucking kill her! "Please…" She begs as she feels the tears begin to spill, Oh god no, she's crying, oh fuck it, she'll cry, she'll weep if that's what it takes. "Johnny I need you so badly, I can't take it…" She says, not even trying to hide her tears or the choking noises she makes at the beginning of the sentence. It's hopeless, he isn't going to tongue her, he isn't going to eat her out, she'll be on the brink of an orgasm forever, she might as well go get reacquainted with her vibrator, she—

She feels his tongue dive right into her warm, wet entrance and she screams, throwing her head against the wooden cabinets.

"Oh my fucking god!" She screams, closing her eyes, letting the tears stream down as she bucks her hips against his mouth and this time, he doesn't stop her, he let her buck while he eats her out. His lips are wet and sliding against her clit, parting her further and his tongue, how fucking talented, a silver fucking tongue, up against her g-spot one minute, roaming all over her and pushing her walls the next.

She feels the warmth spreading up her thighs, feels her breath hitch, feels that delicious feeling of confusion as to whether or not she should be breathing in or out because her breath has been snatched away from her and she is right about to release in his mouth when he pulled away.

At first, she doesn't believe it. No, no fucking way, he didn't just do that, there was no way, he felt how close she was, he must have no fucking way… She looks down, ready to break his nose, but is stopped just in time to see him shove his fist right into her dripping wet body and completely expand itself inside of her.

And she looses complete control, breaks out into a guttural scream and let's go. The world turns white, eyes roll back, she looses complete control and lets the warm, erotic, breathtaking tremors roll up her body, lest her insides completely tighten and clench around him as he shoves himself deeper inside of her.

Once, twice, three shoves of his fist inside of her, three expansions and finally, she is all sweat and mush and ready to collapse and he frees his hand from her, catching her as she is about to fall over.

"Oh mother fucker…" She whispers, wrapping her arms around him. He laughs, nipping at her neck as he scoops her up and carries her over to the couch, laying her down.

"What do you think?" He asks, sitting down on the floor next to her, peeling a tendril of sweat soaked hair off of her forehead. "Worth the wait?" He asks, and her response is a pathetic, breathy laugh.

"We're not done yet though…" She begins, taking a hold of his hand and he arches an eyebrow. "I'm still stuck on that idea of you tying me down…" She breathes and he laughs, kissing her forehead.

"If I fuck you now, you're going to pass out. Let's try a nap first." He grins and she laughs, nodding a bit pathetically.

"Yeah…a nap sounds nice."