#funny how it would have been so controversial if it was old men gawking at heather at the pool or sth

[harringroveera]

Rewatching season 3 for my wip and it actually terrified me how Karen and the other women actively went to the pool just to see Billy, announced the others when Billy’s shift started to gawk at him, changing their postures to appear more appealing and “sexy” to a freshly 18 teenager, like a bunch of actual predators with their preys as if they aren’t married with their kids playing at the pool already

[jenomark]

Table For Three

○Pairing: Johnny x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: X ○Genre: smut ○Warnings: sex ○Word count: 3,436

→Summary: You agree to a blind date with a single dad named Johnny. The date goes better than expected, and you end the night doing something you don’t usually do on the first date.

→Notes: ✨Anon Requested✨Do single dad Johnny smut, please? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

○ That gif is SO HOT. Okay bye.

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  Dating apps don’t work out. The boy is emotionally unavailable. The boy doesn’t know how to communicate well. He tells you that you’re the only one but there’s girl, after girl, after girl, and he’s always swiping right. You were getting ready to give up on dating itself, but your friends set you up on a blind date with someone they promised would make you ditch those apps, once and for all.

“He’s handsome. He has his own career. His apartment is in a nice part of the city. He’s really kind. He’s pretty much perfect. If I were single, I would date him,” your friend said. “There is just one little thing, though.”

“Thing?” you asked. “What kind of thing are we talking about here? Big? Small?  Is he a cheater? Does he have a sixth toe? Is he a serial killer that makes paper mache projects out of dead peoples skin?”

“Whoa. Calm down,” she laughed. “It’s not that bad of a thing. He’s just, well, he’s a dad.”

“A dad?”

“Yes, as in he had sex with someone else and they produced a wonderful child together. He raises the child and he even gave it a name. “ she joked.

“ Yes. I know what a child is.”

  You had never dated anyone with a kid before. There had been men who acted like kids. Men who threw temper tantrums and shit their pants when drunk, but never a man with an actual child. There was something about the word dad that catapulted you into a land of panic and terror.

“How old is he?”

“He’s twenty-eight.”

“No, not him. The child.”

“Oh,” she said. “I don’t actually know. Toddler-aged? Is that a problem?”

“ I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

  You were young yourself. Your career was barely taking off, you still lived with your parents, and spent way too much of your time invested in the lives of people on television. You didn’t quite feel like an adult, or someone else’s idea of an adult. You didn’t even know the difference between regular hand towels and fancy hand towels.

“What if I’m not what he wants?” you asked. “I’m nobody’s mother.”

“You could be his,” she said. “You never know, he might have a mommy kink or something.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” she said. “Look, don’t overthink things. He knows about you. We’ve all been putting in a really good word for you. He’s okay with it.”

  You looked down at yourself. There was a spaghetti stain on the sleeve of your jacket. You picked at it with your fingers, and looked back up at your friend.

“When do I get to meet him?”

  That conversation was a few days ago. Now, you are working up the courage to open your front door. You check out your reflection in the hall mirror a few moments too long, tying up loose strands of hair, and making sure you don’t have stains anywhere. You look fine, pretty even. You take a deep breath and open your front door to see a very tall man standing there with flowers in his hand.

  Rewind to a few minutes ago and you were stalking him on social media. He was terribly handsome, like your friends said.  He was almost too good to be true. His profile was full of photos of himself in different countries, always posing with a smile, an optimistic caption lining the bottom. You kept waiting for him to cancel on you and tell you he had changed his mind, that he was contemplating asking out the leggy model instead of you. That would have made more sense.

“Hi,” he said, smiling down at you. “I’m Johnny. John, if you want to be formal.”

  Johnny sticks out his hand for you to shake. His hand is so big and warm in yours. You wonder if he can feel the way you tremble. He gives you the bouquet of flowers. You run inside to put them in a vase. You would have invited him inside, but you were too embarrassed about living with your parents, so you don’t. You don’t want to be this insecure right out the gate, but you can’t help but feel unevenly matched.  When he walks you to his car, he holds the door open for you.

“How am I doing so far?” Johnny asks. “I’m nervous.”

“You’re doing good,” you answer. “I’m just not used to the chivalry.”

“I think your expectations might be a little low.” he said.

  The smile he gives you is megawatt. You can’t stop gawking at how attractive he is. He looks so cozy in his warm blue sweater and jeans.You fight the urge to kiss him right then and there.

“I’m taking us to this really cool spot. I think you’ll like it,” he said. “The view is amazing. Food is pretty good, too.”

“Do you take many dates there?”

“Me?” he asked. “No. Actually, a friend of mine told me about it. He said the restaurant has many magazine articles dedicated to it. I don’t date much. Do you?”

“I get around.”

  At that, Johnny laughs. You blush and tell him you didn’t mean it like that. Although, it is sort of true, you thought. You’ve become a serial dater, signing up to many apps in hopes of finding some kind of romantic balance in your life. Nothing has ever panned out. 

“Is that so?” he asked. 

“It’s been an experience.”

  Though a little self-conscious, you feel more relaxed with him than you thought you would be. There’s a vibe to him that makes everything a little easier. You can imagine yourself telling him things that aren’t necessarily first date material.

  When you arrive at the restaurant, Johnny is right. You do like it. Everything looks upscale and different from your usual taste. You feel a little bit like a child sitting at the adults table, but also a little bit like you belong. The woman at the front podium is dressed smartly, her outfit matching the very woodsy and ethereal aesthetic of the place. You let her lead both of you to a private booth, with a view overlooking the lights of the city as the backdrop.

“This is nice.” Johnny said, pulling out your chair.

  It feels romantic. Johnny orders wine and appetizers. While you are waiting for food, he asks you about your life, with genuine interest. You recount every single awful dating story you have experienced over the last year, and although some wounds are still fresh, you find that you can laugh about it with him.

“That’s brutal,” he said. “I wouldn’t have blamed you if you backed out last minute.”

“I’m glad I didn’t.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nod. “You seem nice.”

“I like to think I am.”

  Johnny’s eyes are bright. He touches his hand to his heart and gives you a little bow. The gesture makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You aren’t sure if the feeling is from the dim lighting, or the wine, but you feel like you are floating.

“How do I seem?” you asked him.

“Honestly? Very sweet. “

“I don’t think I am sweet.” you said.

“Are you sure? I think you’ve very sweet.”

“Maybe, but enough about me,” you said. “I want to know more about you. How come you’re dating now? What’s changed?”

  Johnny takes a moment to think about his answer. He places his hands under his chin and clears his throat.  You let him take his time, thinking that maybe things are more complicated for him than they are for you.

“I wanted to work things out with my son’s mother.” Johnny finally said. “That seems insipid now that I said it out loud.”

 The mention of Johnny’s child brings about a different kind of feeling. You are curious, definitely, but until then, you had forgotten about the kid entirely. You expected Johnny’s social media to be full of pictures of a snotty-nosed kid, but there weren’t many, to your relief. It’s not that you are against children at all. You were always playing with your nieces and nephews whenever they were around. It’s just that, children never came into the equation. You were happy  just bobbing through your life, fucking up a little here and there, with no one to take care of but yourself.

“I’m sorry.” you said.

“Ah, don’t be,” Johnny said. “She and I are two different people. The only thing we ever did right is make our son. I don’t have any hard feelings about how things worked out. I’m happy to be on this date with you.”

  You want Johnny to say more, to smile at you more, and to explain, in vivid detail, just how happy he feels to be sitting across from you, but you are interrupted. Your appetizers have come and they are in the hands of a completely nude and muscular man. You look down at the waiters cock swinging inches from where your hand rests on the table. It takes a few seconds for your brain to register what is happening. You look at Johnny, your eyes wide, and a laugh bubbling against your lips.

“I’m going to kill him.” Johnny said.

  The both of you figure out soon enough that Johnny’s friend had recommended a restaurant where the wait staff served meals, nude. It had been in the papers because of how controversial the gimmick is. 

“Good thing I didn’t order the meatballs,” Johnny said, after the waiter had left.

  You laugh so hard that you snort. You clap a hand to your mouth and try to regain your composure. Johnny’s grin is so wide, you can’t contain yourself. You both double over with laughter, clutching your stomachs in pain.

“I was not expecting that,” you said. “ His balls were so close to my hand. That can’t be hygienic.”

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” Johnny asked. “I wouldn’t be offended if you decided to end the date with me right now.”

“And miss witnessing his dick dipping into my tortellini? Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss that for the world,” you said. “Also, I like you, Johnny.”

  You like Johnny more than you wanted to. Going into the date, you read online articles about what dating a single dad might be like, but nothing can compare you to the real thing. Johnny is just a man who also happens to be a father. There would be obstacles and differences down the road, if you wanted to pursue him further, but right now you are having fun getting to know him for who he is.

“I like you too.” Johnny said.

  The night moves fast. You talk for what feels like hours, letting the wine and conversation soak into your skin. He answers any questions you have, with a lot of honesty and sincerity. You tell Johnny things about yourself you are scared to admit to anyone else, and he accepts them without judgement. It is easy conversation, and although Johnny’s cock is not on the menu,  you certainly want it to be.

  On the ride home, you feel like your body is buzzing beside him. You’ve never slept with anyone on the first date. All of your dates ended with disappointment, or a sloppy kiss. The look you exchange with Johnny is clear: you want to be fucked. The car had hardly come to a stop when he reaches over to undo your seat belt, and places a kiss gently on your lips. He’s a good kisser, taking his time to go slow enough to keep you wanting more.

“I want you right now.” you breathed. 

  Johnny gets out of the car and opens your door like a true gentleman. You hop right into his arms and kiss him deeper, your hands gripping the back of his neck. He sets you on the hood of his car and holds his hands in yours. Neither of you care that you’re in a public space- in his parking garage- and that anyone can come out and see you groping at each other. You’re so wet and needy, locking your legs around him, lifting his shirt up so you can scratch down his back.

“Fuck.“ he cursed.

 He pulls away from you and smiles shyly. He tells you that he doesn’t do these things, either. You spread your legs and arch your back, sticking your breasts out. You want his mouth all over you, and you want to feel what those big fingers could do. You hope the message is well received. 

“It’s been a long time,” he said. “With anyone, I mean. I haven’t...I’m not….”

  You jump off the hood and hug him tightly to your body. Johnny leans down to kiss you, but this time it is sweet and timid.

“We’ll go slow.” you said.

  Johnny holds your hand as he leads you to his apartment, stopping every once in awhile to make sure you are comfortable. He says he needs to excuse the babysitter before you can start. When you meet her, you see she isn’t that much younger than you. She seems bored by the idea of you, and ignores you for the most part. Johnny pays her and she leaves.

“My ex’s niece.” Johnny said.

“That was awkward.”

“My normal babysitter backed out last minute.” 

“You could have cancelled. I would have understood, I think.” you said.

“I’m happy I didn’t.”

  As he kisses you, you find yourself looking around for any sign of a child in his apartment. You don't want to scar a poor child by being caught sticking your tongue in their fathers mouth. Johnny notices, and smiles against your lips. 

“It’s okay,” Johnny said. “He’s sleeping. “We’re pretty much alone. Do you still want to?”

“Show me the way.” you said.

  Johnny’s bedroom is plain and casual. Everything is clean and well-kept. Children’s books are on the bed, but Johnny moves them to a chair by the window.  He sits in the same spot and rubs his hands up and down his thighs. He’s nervous.

“You look pretty.” he said.

  You climb on top of him without missing a beat and push him down into his mattress. You grind yourself against him. Johnny is so horny and impatient. He grabs a handful of your ass and helps you rub yourself over him until he’s hard. He flips you over so that he’s on top and pins your arms to the bed. You writhe your body beneath him, moving your hips upwards just to feel how hard he is for you. He kisses your neck, sucking at the skin until you’re breathing heavy. Though he hasn’t had sex in awhile, Johnny knows exactly how to touch you to make you feel good. He moves his hand up under your shirt to cup your breast. He moves your bra out of the way and takes you into his mouth. You fall quiet as you watch his tongue flick against your nipple. His mouth is so warm against your skin as his lips suck your breast. Not being able to help yourself any longer, you pull his sweater over his head and let your hands stroke his body. You move back onto his bed so that his head is in your lap. He buries his face in your crotch and kisses the zipper of your jeans.

“Take them off.” you whined.

  Johnny yanks them off your hips so hard that your underwear goes with them. You remove your shirt and the rest of your bra so that you are naked, your legs spread wide on his bed. He stands up and takes his jeans off, moving to the closet at the same time, stepping out of his jeans as he goes. He takes a box from the top shelf and pulls a condom out. He pauses momentarily to watch as you play with yourself, circling your clit with two fingers.

“Come here,” you said, crooking your finger at him.

  Johnny moves to the edge of his bed. You take the condom out of his hands and sit up on your knees. You motion for him to lay in your spot and he does, his cock bouncing as he moves. You set the condom down next to you and take Johnny’s cock in your hands. He doesn’t watch as your hands pump up and down his length. He can only look into your eyes. He brushes the messy pieces of hair behind your ear and parts his lips as your thumb strokes the underside of his cock.

“Does it feel good?” you asked.

“Yes.”

  You put him in your mouth. Sucking cock is always your favorite part. You love when they grunt and moan, jerking their hips upwards to go deeper. Johnny is vocal. The sound of him makes you want to take him into the back of your throat until you choke. You lick him up and down, taking turns to fuck him with your hands so that you can get a better look at how he sucks his stomach in as he breathes. You feel how slick and wet you are, dipping your fingers between your thighs. At the sight of you touching yourself, Johnny’s moans become louder.

“Wait only a little longer, baby, I promise.” you said.

  Johnny leans his head against the wall and looks up at the ceiling when you let go of his cock. You remove the condom from its foil packet, pinch the tip and roll it down his cock. About midway through, he helps you finish, and then grabs your hands to pull you on top of him.

 “Second date?” he asked.

“Fuck yes.”

  His cock is big and hard. You have to slowly lower yourself down onto him, taking only an inch at a time. When all of him is in you, the full feeling is overwhelming. You ride him steadily, letting your body roll over the wave. He holds onto you, eager for release. The sound of your sweaty bodies sticking to each other fills the room. 

“Wait.” Johnny said. He grips your hips to stop you from moving.

“Is everything okay?”

 Johnny’s cock sitting inside of you makes you desperately want to keep moving. He listens to the sounds of his apartment intently, cocking his head to the side as if it will make him hear better.

“My son.” he said.

  You move off of him and sit back on his bed. Johnny gets up, takes the condom off and throws it in the trash. He dresses hastily and washes his hands in his bathroom sink. You began to do the same, throwing your clothes over your body, not caring if anything is on inside out. He disappears from the room, leaving you alone. You hover in the doorway. You’re not really sure if you should involve yourself until Johnny comes from a different room with a child in his arms.

“He had a bad dream,” Johnny said. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

  He rubs the child’s back and puts him on top of the kitchen counter. The kid’s eyes are wet with tears. He cries out for his father again but Johnny consoles him, whispering something in his ear to make him giggle. The interaction is so sweet you feel like you’re intruding on a moment that does not belong to you.

“Should I go?” you asked.

  Johnny looks at you and tells you he would like it if you stay. You move a little closer. Johnny’s son looks just like him: same shy smile, same warm brown eyes. He’s watching you with interest as you move, so you stop awkwardly.

“What’s his name?” you asked, realizing that you should have asked earlier.

“His name is John, but I call him Junior,” Johnny said. “He’s two years old and he is the light of my life. You can come closer, he won’t bite.”

  You came fully to the front so Junior could see you. You wave at him and smile as friendly as you can. It’s not easy but it’s manageable.

“I’m sorry the night was ruined,” Johnny said. “Do you still want a second date?”

“I do.” you said. 

  Junior smiles at you and touches Johnny’s face. Johnny lays a kiss on his forehead and picks him up.

“Ready to be a big boy and go back to sleep now?”

  You watch as Johnny carries his son back to his bedroom. Surprising yourself, you start to feel a little bloom of warmth spreading across your chest.