Real Lovin'
Pairing: Jonathan Levy x fem!Reader
Warnings/Tags: Vague mentions of poor sexual encounters, SMUT [18+], inexperienced reader (not a virgin), alcohol consumption, oral (f!receiving), fingering, handjobs, praise kink, overstimulation, squirting, teasing, protected PIV, soft dom!Jonathan, aftercare, Jonathan is a sweet, hot gentleman
Word Count: 8.9k (Only proofread it once)
Summary: Jonathan finds out that your sex life has been less than satisfactory and he takes the matter into his own hands to show you that it can be nice and loving. The boundaries of your friendship go flying out the window.
A/N: I had to write this to mend something in my soul. Hope you enjoy it <3
"Oh my god, she was totally into you!" You laugh with your friend Jonathan. It's late and you're at his house, enjoying some wine and each other's company. The sun has already set, so Jonathan goes to close the blinds for the day, giving you two some privacy.
"She was just being nice," Jonathan chuckles as he turns on some table lamps and adjusts the light curtains. The living room is filled with a warm, almost magical atmosphere which is cosy. As he stands there, you can't help but check him out. He's wearing that brown sweater that looks amazing on him, almost as amazing as the curve of his magnificent rear in black trousers.
"I still think she was into you. Didn't you see the way she ogled you all day?" You insist playfully. The barista at the cafe you went to had been all over Jonathan - understandably so. He is simply too humble to entertain the idea that someone was checking him out. It's kind of endearing actually, how he can't see that.
"Really? Jonathan raises an eyebrow and joins you on the couch. It's comfortable, even when your knees touch. Despite only being friends, there's undeniable chemistry between the two of you that neither of you talk about. However, actions speak louder than words. You won't push Jonathan into anything as it hasn't been too long since he finalized the divorce from Mira.
"Can't blame her," You shrug and take a sip of wine. The wine has certainly softened you around the edges, making you a bit more blunt and bold than usual.
Jonathan keeps looking at you, curiosity and something more intimate swirling in those deep mahogany eyes. He rubs his salt-and-pepper beard as he processes your words, an obvious flirtatious move. He's not stupid. It's only a matter of time before you have to face the chemistry between you that's been kept unspoken for several months now.