#John B Fanfiction
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John B screwing his ex to get back at Sarah Cameron for hooking up with Topper, in the boat that they arrived back on, John B not realising that it is a Cameron boat so double win.
On my boat?
pairing: john b routledge x fem!reader
summary: see above
warnings: unprotected sex, oral, hair pulling, chocking, language. (18+ content)
a/n: as you read you will notice I felt the need of making reader the dominate one.
John B stormed away from the crowd; JJ tried to keep up but decided to let him go off alone. He knew he needed some time alone; no one would have expected Sarah to hook up with Topper.
John B was hurt, they were meant to be married. It was supposed to be, until death do us part. Apparently not for Sarah, she had different ideas.
His knuckles ached from the punches he threw at Topper; he knew topper didn’t try to fight back. He knew he would have been the one on the floor. He’s thankful that he got a few punches in, it helped with the anger that bubbled in his chest.
But he was half wishing Topper had fought back, he wanted to feel some sort of physical pain. It would be a lot easier to handle then this emotional pain he was going through right now.
“Yo John B”
He turned around to see you crossing the street, dressed in short shorts and a white crop. He could see your nipples through the thin material, usually he wouldn’t look but that’s where his eyes landed tonight.
“Eyes up here buddy” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. You had just finished work, walking along the kook side of the island. You worked for some fancy schmancy guy, he paid you well for what you did.
Of all the people you didn’t expect to see John B, you hadn’t seen him since he ended things with you and started dating Sarah. You didn’t have any hard feelings towards him, but you did hate Sarah, of course the kook princess would get the hottest pogue on the island.
You kept in touch with the rest of the pogues but with everything going on you hadn’t heard from them in a while, you also didn’t want to be caught up with the shit they were going through. Already having the cops on your back about the weed they found in the backseat of the car you may or may not have stolen.
“Y/N, what are you doing out so late?” John B questioned; you could already tell he was upset. His hair was dishevelled, and you could only guess the wetness on his cheeks where tears.. “Just finished work, you?”.
“Looking for a boat”
“Ooh sounds like another adventure” you winked; he nodded his head but didn’t say anything. Turning his head to look over at the water, boats littered the area.
“That’s the boat your friends came back on” you point, the huge white boat stranded on the side of the island. Well, you assumed stranded, you weren’t aware it was in fact the cameron’s boat.
“How do you know that?” He questioned, he started walking towards the boat. You stood on the spot unsure whether you follow or leave, but your question is answered when he stops and looks at you. “Seen them hop off it the other day”.
You both walk in silence; he helps you aboard the boat and you both look around. Checking to make sure no one was lurking around, every so often. The street lights gave you little light, you reached under a cabinet and grab a torch, walking away from John B you went down the stairs.
It was a large bedroom, the bed unmade. There were wrappers everywhere and empty cans of beer. You assumed the mess was from the pogues and rolled your eyes. “They made quiet the mess”.
John B’s voice made you jump, turning around to see him standing close to you. “Yeah, might need to teach them what a bin is” You laughed, looking up you were met with his chocolate brown eyes.
His skin had a slight burn to it from the deserted island sun, his hair was golden and messy. You quickly looked away when you noticed his eyes dropping to your lips, taking a few steps away you began to walk around the boat.
Rummaging through draws and cupboards until you came across the hidden liquor, pulling out a bottle of tequila. “Shots?”.
You didn’t wait for an answer and took a swig from the bottle, the liquid burning your throat. But you refused to have a coughing fit in front of John B. You could feel his eyes on you, pushing your arm out he grabbed the bottle.
“So, what’s got you down?” you question, you can see him physically wince at the question. Brining the bottle to his lips again and taking a longer gulp, this time he coughs as he swallows the liquid. “Damn, must be bad”.
Your dumfounded, was this chick stupid? She gets John B and runs back to her Douch bag ex? He looked like a foot compared to him.
“She hooked up with Topper”.
“Well shit” You sigh, grabbing the bottle from John B and take another swig. You walk over to the bed and sit crossed leg in the middle. “I have no words to give you friend”.
You really had no words, well you had words, but they were cruel and no doubt he didn’t want to hear about how Sarah was stupid and that you would gladly take him back.
“I don’t want to talk about it, just want to forget” he says, he joins you on the bed. Sitting crossed legged in front of you, reaching his hand out for the bottle. You pass him the glass and watch as he takes a swig, mentally slapping yourself for thirsting over your ex-boyfriend.
“Alright, well want to tell me about the deserted island?” You ask, he shakes his head though. Looking up to meet your eyes, that’s when you catch onto what he wants.
He’s moving himself from his crossed leg position and you find yourself untangling your legs and letting him crawl between them. “Can I kiss you?”.
“Thought you’d never ask”.
You let his lips touch yours, it’s soft and sweet like how it used to be. You don’t want to be like how it used to be, you know that’s exactly how he is with Sarah. So, you grip him by the shirt and flip the both of you over. Moving your legs to straddle him, you put more urgency into your kiss.
You tongue being the one to gain dominance, he let’s you grind yourself on him. Hands running up the length of your thighs until they sat on your hips, guiding you to dry hump against his board shorts. He was shamefully already hard.
“Shit-t when did you get this feisty” John B groans, you bite down on his lower lip pulling it slightly. Your vixen eyes stare up at him through your lashes, you pressed kisses down his jaw, using the palm of your hand to push the side of his face into the mattress and attacking his neck.
You had gotten rather adventurous in the bedroom since things ended with John B, not that they weren’t fun when you where together but now you dominated, and you made the men beg.
“Can I take this off” You mumbled against his skin, your fingers twisting at the buttons his t-shirt. He gives you a grunt of approval, you tear his shirt off and kiss down his chest. Letting your hands wonder over his toned stomach, flashes of old memories pop up in the back of your mind.
“How far do you want to go John B?” You question, your fingers on the waistband of his shorts. You wanted him to fuck you, wanted him to use you to forget her.
John B sit’s up and for a moment you panic he is going to change his mind, instead he grabs the material of your shirt and rips it over your head. His hands pressed against your spine, pulling you close to him. His mouth enveloping your nipple, tugging, and sucking.
You bite back your moans, not wanting to give him the satisfaction just yet. “I want to be buried deep inside of you” He moans, jutting his up against you. Accidentally letting out a loud whimper, you can feel his lips smirk against your skin.
You push him back down roughly, reaching down between you again and you reach inside his shorts. Wrapping your hand around his length, he sucks in a deep breath presses the palms of his hands into his eyes. You were dripping from his reaction.
You sat to the side of him, pulling his pants down and let him kick them off his ankles. You spread his legs so you could sit between them, holding firmly onto his throbbing cock. He looked down at you, begging you with his chocolate eyes.
“What do you want me to do John B” you purred, you got down to the level of his red tip. Leaving a soft chaste kiss before pulling away, you could see his stomach muscles clenching as he fought the urge to rock his hips up into your face. “Please Y/N”.
“Hmm? What was that?” You questioned, moving your hand softly against his shaft. Giving him just enough friction to edge him on but not enough to stop him from begging. “Y/N, put my cock in your mouth” he demands.
You’re squeezing your thighs together at his bluntness, not used to being told what to do from him. You open your mouth and take him in, you had been working on your deep throating. You were much better then when you had been together. “Holy sh-itt” he gasps, gripping onto the white bed sheets for dear life.
“Hmm” You gurgled around his cock, the vibrations of your mouth sending him into a frenzy. Your nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair, sliding your hand under you begin to massage his balls, he lets out a strangled moan.
His chest is heaving, and his arms shake as he grips the sheets, you’re watching his face up through your lashes. He finally looks down at you, in that moment you know you have him hooked. He reaches down and grips your hair, rutting his hips up against your face.
You gag slightly from the roughness and your spit begins to drip around his cock, you can feel him twitching inside of your mouth. He is pulling your off him, his cock leaving your mouth with a satisfying ‘pop’. “Sit on my face now”.
You reach down and quickly strip your shorts and panties off, leaving your bare in front of him for the first time in months. “Face down here, ass up here” John B states, he signals for you to do 69. You nod your head and reach over his body, before you can even set yourself up, he reaches around your thighs and bring you down onto his face.
His tongue brushing through your folds, you let out a pornographic moan when the tip of his tongue presses against your bundle of nerves. You weren’t going to let him get his dominance back, instead you pushed your mouth down onto his cock again.
Sucking and swivelling your tongue against him faster than you thought was humanly possible, fingers caressing his balls once more. He licked and sucked like it was his last meal, pushing two of his fingers inside of you. The vibrations from both your moans had you both tipping over the edge and coming, his warm seed hitting the back of your throat. You swallowed quickly as you came down from your high, your juice coated his face.
You were shocked when he licked his lips, something he had not done before. Before you could even think more into that, he was flipping you onto the bed and leaning over you, His lips on your again, fingers laced around your throat, giving you a soft squeeze.
You stared at each other while you kissed, both your tongue battling for dominance. You used all your strength to push on his chest until you were back on top, straddling him once again. “Buckle up big boy” You whispered, giving him a kiss on the chest.
You reach down between you and grasp his cock, looking up at him for approval he grabs your hips and pushes you down instead of giving you an answer. You moan in sync; your nails dig sharply into his stomach. You begin to rock your hips slowly, enticing him with the cushion of your walls.
He reached up to massage your tits that were squeezed together by your arms, your head thrown back as you road him. His fingers where suddenly around your throat and pulling your down to look at him. “Fuck, seriously how are you so good at this” he moans, his eyes boring into yours.
“Practice honey” You purred, moving your hips a bit rougher. Your ass bouncing against his thighs, you reached down and gripped his throat as well. Giving him a harsher squeeze then what he was doing to you, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in delight.
Who would have known John B would like to be chocked out you thought, you let out a soft snicker and his eyes pinged open. “You’re the devil” He states, he wraps his arm around your waist and begins to slide the both of you off the bed.
Walking over towards the seat that ran along the windows that had a view of under the water, fishes looking upon your naked sweaty bodies. He pressed you against the glass, pushing in and out of you at an ungodly speed. Biting down on the skin of your neck, pulling your hand away from his chest he puts your arms above your head and presses them against the window. Your chest and his pressing against each other.
“Harder John B, show me how angry you are” You moan, using your hips to grind into him. He drops his head into the crook of your neck and grips your waist, his speed intensifying. The sound of your wet skins filled the room, the boat felt as though it was swaying.
“Come on John B” You were pushing off him now, pushing him towards the end of the bed. He sat up as you sat back down on him, he wrapped him arms around your waist and let you take control, he was so close to coming, he didn’t have the energy to keep fighting.
“Come on baby, show me what you got” You whispered. Gripping his throat for a second time tonight, pressing your lips to his. Tongues and spit exchanging, both your hips moving in sync as you met each other in the middle, your clit rubbing against his stomach each time. “Yeah, just like that” You cried, dropping your head back and holding onto his shoulders.
He watched your skin glisten with sweat, your perfect perky breasts bouncing with each thrust. He was in another world; he couldn’t hold on anymore. “Y/N” he started, but you squeezed around his throat again to shut him up. “I’m gonna c-”
He didn’t get a chance to warn you as you came first, loud, and fast. Walls squeezing and fluttering around him, causing him to let go and cum inside of you. Both of you moaning and crying out in pleasure, your fingers still wrapped around his throat.
When you finally both caught your breaths and vision, you slid off him. “Well shit John B” you laughed, you began gathering up your clothes, searching for your panties. “More like well shit Y/N, your fiesty” he says, he however doesn’t reach for his clothes and watched you intently.
You turn your head to the door when you hear voices and the door rattles, head snapping back to John B who begins to rush around.
“I told you he would be her--” JJ begins, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees the both of you trying to get dressed quickly, eyes giving you a once over before offering you a wave. You give him a quick wave as he ushers everyone back and closes the door.
“In my fucking boat, John B?” You hear Sarah scream; you give him an apologetic smile and make your way to the door. Pulling it open, Sarah’s eyes meet yours and her eyes widen when she realises, he went to you not some random touron.
“Next time, try this in bed, he Loves it” You purred, wrapping your fingers around her delicate throat. You expect her to grab your arm, but she is too shocked to speak.
giving her a wink before walking away from the group, all eyes on you. You get a sudden rush of euphoria knowing you just fucked her boyfriend on her boat.
Part two
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john b literally does it for me.
wanna fuck him in the back of the twinkie NOT EVEN SORRY BOUT IT.
**yeah it's a situationship. complicated. seems like jombie
**and yes i make him beg.
*smut and angst cause i LOVE writing angst
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"John B Routledge!" you bang on his screen door. "You owe me a beach day!" You shout and bang on it some more until a very aggravated John B opened the door. You opened the screen door and smile at your friend. "Morning sunshine, you owe me a beach day.”
"I don't owe you shit, Yn."
"You don't?" You cross your arms, looking at him. "I covered for your ass when Sarah asked where you were. Said you were out somewhere with your dad when you were hiding in my room from her." Your fingers tap his chest. "I lied to your girlfriend, so you promised me a beach day."
John B sighed. "Ex, she cheated. With Topper. And fine, give me 10 minutes." You clap and lay on his couch, closing your eyes as you listen to him rustle around. "Alright, let's go, brat."
"Brat. This brat helped you out." John B pushed your head and you both hop into the twinkie. John B drove to your favorite beach in the Outer Banks, far from where anyone could find you two.
You set out your blanket and towel, John B coming over with the bag and cooler. You take off your shirt and shorts, catching John B staring for too long. "Can you help me put the sunscreen on, JB?"
"Uh, yeah, of course." He took the bottle and moved your hair, massaging the lotion into your back. He moved down and covered your ass and down your thighs, and you had to bite your knuckle. He just broke up with his girlfriend 2 days ago, but you couldn't help but want him. You had him first.
You and John B were friends who later added the 'with benefits' part. It went on for months, no strings attached. He then stopped hanging out with you altogether when he started dating Sarah, then came back around when they were serious.
You turn around and face him, John B rubbing lotion into his hands and smoothing over your chest, hesitant on covering your boobs. "Nothing you have touched before, JB." His cheeks turned red as he put sunscreen all over your front.
"My turn." He took off his shirt and you bite your lip softly, putting lotion over his chest and v-line. He gasped softly and you turn him around. You rub it into his back, scratching down his skin, knowing it drove him crazy.
"Alright, I think I'lm going to swim for a bit, clear my head." You nod and play music on your phone, laying in the sun with your eyes closed. John B was gone for more than an hour, and came back pruny and dripping wet.
"Good swim?"
"So good, I thought of literally everything I could think of." John B laid next to you and closed his eyes, and you watched the water droplets slide down and off his body. You bit your lip and flipped onto your stomach, groaning. "Takes too much to suntan?"
"No, asshat. My shoulders and back are killing me." You huff and lay your cheek on your hand, John B sitting up and sitting with his wet trunks on your thighs. "Ah, JB it's cold!" You laugh and he smiles.
"Just relax, are there knots in your shoulder and back?" You nod and he presses his thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out the first knot he found and you moan rather loudly. "Haven't heard that in a while." He mumbled softly, but you still heard him. You did it purposely now, knowing he liked it. And John B purposefully found tough knots just to hear you moan.
After he got off you sat up and rolled out your shoulders, a smile on your face. "JJ's couldn't get them out. He was so rough I told him to never touch me again." John B laughs and stands up, holding out his hand. "I'm not going in the water, you're crazy."
"Why not? Why come to the beach then?" He asks and looks at you, his hair still damp in his face. You studied him. His head blocked the sun, his hands on his hips which pushed his shorts down a bit, giving you a good eye level shot of his v-line.
You protested. John B rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and hit his back as his right hand held onto the back of your thighs. "Hold your breath!" He yelled as he jumped into the water with you.
The two of you spent some time in the water, floating and talking. "Do you want Sarah back?" John B stayed silent. "The girl cheated and you still want her?"
"Can you blame me, Yn? I've been in love with this girl for so long. We've been through so much, I don't want to give up on her. It'll take time but I know I'll forgive her."
"Right." You nod and swim to shore, pushing your hair behind your back and squeezing the water out, drying your body and hair.
"Yn, where are you going? Why are you mad at what I said?" John B's hands were in front of him, and he was utterly confused as you angrily shoved your blanket and towel into your bag.
"What about me, John B?"
Finally. 5 years of being in love with John B and 3 years of Sarah Cameron and on-and-off fucking around, you finally asked it.
"What about all the things we've been through together? How we used to spend every night with each other? Hell, even have sex when you and Sarah were done! I don't know why I even try. You still want the broad after cheating." You pulled on your shorts, leaving your shirt off. "Thanks for the beach day, I'll find another ride home." You start to walk past the Twinkie but John B catches up to you.
"Yn, stop being an idiot." You drop the bag and look at him, his hand holding your face. "Did you really think I would come here with you just as friends? The way I wanted to keep touching you." His fingers fell to your bathing suit top, breath hitting yours as he pushed the strap off your shoulders. "You were poison, Yn Yln. You're intoxicating. I need you."
You slide open the door, sitting on the cushion and he climbs in after you like a lost puppy and you slam the door. You push your hips forward, John B on his knees as he looked at you desperately. "Tell me."
"Tell you.. what?"
You lean forward, the other strap falling and John B got a perfect view of your chest. "Tell me how bad you need me."
"Fuck, Yn, I think of you every fucking day. Your body, the way you sound." His hands touch your knees, pushing up towards your shorts. "I need to taste you, God I remember you tasting so sweet." Your eyes got heavy as he pulled your shorts off. You put your heel on the seat, John B untying the knot on your hips and taking off your bottoms.
"Anything you want, John B." You cursed yourself for letting yourself fall for him again, but how could you not? John B leaned forward with his eyes trained on yours, tongue flicking against your clit slowly as you let out soft whimpers.
"Go ahead, tell me how bad you need more." John B taunted and you look at him, and he looked at you with a devilish grin. His fingers rub up and down your folds, waiting for your words.
"Fuck, John B. Eat me like your last fucking meal. Fuck me like you're dying tomorrow, I don't care what you do. I need you." You grab his face and kiss him, a satisfied hum coming from his mouth against yours. John B slides his fingers inside and you gasp against his mouth, gripping his hair.
You moan into his mouth as he picks up his pace, hand around your neck as he pushes your head back, laying you down on the seat and fucking you with his fingers the fastest he could. "John B!" You exclaim and he pulls away with a smile. "You dickhead."
"You know how I like to make you cum, and it's not like that." You sat up and switched positions with John B, pulling his shorts down before he could sit down. You toss them behind you and drool at the sight of his leaky cock.
"Missed me, JB?" You smirk and kitten lick the tip, taking him into your mouth. John B let out a little whimper as you push him down your throat.
"Good girl, take all of me. Fuck yes, you're so good." He huffed and leaned forward, untying your top and throwing it with the pile of clothes. His left hand held your hair as the other one toyed with your nipple. You gag on him and he lets outa breath, laughing as he grabbed your chin and pulled you up, grinning as you gasp for air.
"You did miss me."
"Oh, I missed hearing you gag on my dick." He hums and kisses you, pulling you onto his lap. You grab his cock and his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your head down. "Watch, baby. Watch me fill you up."
You sit down on him, gasping at the foreign feeling. You held his face, moving your hips and John B moans against your mouth. "You feel so good, Yn. Fuck."
John B laid you on the seat, thrusting his hips into you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "Fuck, you are perfect." His hands fall down your front, thumb rubbing your clit. You grab his biceps and gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Already, sweetheart? We're just getting started." you whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."
"Fuck, John B! Shit!" Your legs shook around his body, John B still moving his hips.
"Fuck I love hearing you scream my name." John B got off of you and you bend over the cushion, his hand spanking you a few times roughly. He pushed himself into you, holding onto the seat above your head as he slammed into you.
John B grabbed your hair in his fist and you look at him. "JJ fucks so much better." You moan and he laughs.
"Sarah rides better." You pull away from him and push him onto the seat again, sliding down on him and bouncing your hips. John B's hand smoothed up your stomach and twisted your nipple in his fingers.
You lean forward and bite his neck, his breath getting choppy. You bit harder and sat up, kissing him lazily as his hands hold your back. "You gonna cum for me, John B? You gonna fill me up like old times?"
"Holy.. God.. damn it." John B pressed you down against him and you whimper, shivering as he pumps his cum into you. He bounced you on top of him, rubbing your clit and you fist his hair, hips shaking as you cum around him. "I will never get tired of watching you cum." He let out a small laugh and kissed your sweaty chest, your fingers combing through his hair.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wanna meet me at the snack shack?" You get off of him and he nods, John B helping you tie your top. You tie the strings at your hips and throw his button up over your body.
"That's my shirt." You open the door and slide your shoes on.
"I thought you liked me in your clothes?" You wink and head to the bathroom. You fix your hair and check your phone, hearing your voice being called. You look behind you thinking it was John B, but you look to the left and it was someone much worse.
Sarah fucking Cameron.
There you stood. Just-had-sex hair, John B's shirt, sweat, scratches and bite marks. She wasn't stupid, you knew she'd notice right away.
"Yn, hi!" She hugs you and you pat her back, putting on your best smile. "How are you?"
Her eyes scan your body and you grew nervous. You saw John B walking towards you and you try to signal that it was Sarah. "Uh, I'm uh.. alright. Just trying to.. enjoy my summer."
Sarah wasn't stupid. She looked behind her and John B ducked behind a trash can. "John B?"
He stood up slowly and you backed up from her, closer to John B. She put it together. His shirt on you, the marks on his neck. "Sarah."
"Didn't take you long to move on, John B" she crossed your arms and you laugh. "Something funny?"
"How are you gonna get mad at him for fucking someone else when you cheated on him? It's your fault." Sarah's face turned red and John B's hand rubbed your back.
"We were together when you got with Topper. I'm single getting with Yn. There's a difference. See you around, Sarah." You two walk past her and you poke him.
"I still have to use the bathroom, JB."
"Okay, I'll be the bodyguard to make sure she doesn't try anything in the bathroom."
"You act like I haven't kicked her ass before."
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note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3
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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.
you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.
yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.
hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.
"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.
you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.
"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."
you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.
suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.
you feel so stupid.
finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.
"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.
john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.
"here," you croak, "it hurts here."
he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"
"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."
he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."
you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.
"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"
and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.
just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.
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Request for John b: reader finds out she is pregnant and is scared to tell John b because they are still teenagers.
pairing: john b x reader
warnings: teen pregnancy. one mention of throwing up. i think that’s it.
tears filled your eyes and your hands shook, the positive pregnancy test trembling in your tight grip. you couldn’t believe it, you’d done everything imaginable to practice safe sex. from condoms, birth control, and even a few plan b’s. the bathroom felt colder than it had three minutes ago, and goosebumps rose on your smooth skin.
standing in the mirror, you pushed your belly out, trying to imagine what it’d look like when it was swollen—you and john b’s child growing inside you. you loved him, truly, but you guys weren’t ready for a child. hell, you were still children yourselves. both sixteen and living life carefree, only focused on getting the gold, careers and education be damned.
you wiped at your eyes and cheeks, trying to clean them from the spilled tears, and called the only person you could think of. pope.
pope was your best friend, having grown up next door to each other and being in various classes together throughout your educational lives. his family was yours, and vice versa. he even introduced you to john b. the rest was kind of history.
when pope arrived, slightly panicked from your cryptic call, he found you still sitting on the bathroom floor, your back leaning onto the cold tub. his eyes shot around the room, trying to make sense of your watery eyes and distressed breathing. it didn’t take long for him to narrow in on the small test lying on the sink. you watched as he surveyed the situation, and knew when his eyes practically popped out of his skull that he had noticed it.
“pope, what do i do?” your tone was meek, like a small child who was scared to get yelled at.
pope’s mouth opened and shut, searching for the right words.
“you have to tell him.”
this only made you sob harder. you were horrified of telling john b. he was so close to finding the gold, and you didn’t want to ruin that for him. he was more and more hopeful every day, and you just knew that he’d be disappointed in what was now forming inside your womb.
pope sank against the tub, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side.
“hey, it’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure this out. we always do. i mean, a baby isn’t ideal but statistically, it was probably bound to happen. teen pregnancy is far more common than you think.” pope rambling off statistics made you let out a small chuckle, which prompted a smile from the boy.
“i promise, we got this. the first step is telling him.”
you nodded at your best friend, his figure bleary from your watery eyes, but you knew his gaze held nothing but kindness. you talked for the next hour, going over possible scenarios of telling john b, both of you still lying against the uncomfortable bend of the tub.
by the next day, you were ready to tell john b. you’d driven to the chateau, making sure he’d be home beforehand, and that jj or any other pogues were long gone. when you raised your fist to knock on the wooden door, he surprised you by swinging it open before your knuckles made contact.
“are you like … breaking up with me?” a frown sat on your boyfriends lips, hesitation clear in his eyes. a small gasp left your mouth, and you shook your head ‘no’. you pushed past him, dragging him inside the home, and sat on the couch while he sat next to you, a larger distance than normal placed between you.
“i have to tell you something, and you have to promise you won’t freak out or end things or whatever. okay?” your hands shook nervously as you picked at your cuticles, which were now torn apart from the anxiety consuming you the night before.
“i promise. just tell me.” john b was on the edge of his seat, and worry laced his tone. he had no clue what his girlfriend was about to tell him, but her words scared him slightly.
“so, i don’t know what happened, or why it happened. i don’t know, john b. but i started getting sick like a week ago, and im so tired lately. then, i missed my period. and, well, i got worried and took a test and im pregnant.” tears filled your eyes, and you chewed on your lower lip harshly, scared to meet his eyes as he let the information sink in. after lingering silence, you looked up at him and were surprised to find him grinning at the floor. you sat in the quiet for a bit longer before he decided to speak.
“so, i’m gonna be a dad?” you could hear the excitement in his voice, furrowing your eyebrows at him. you nodded lightly, overall confused by his reaction. you’d thought he’d cry, vomit or even throw something, but grinning? that was never on your list.
your thoughts were cut off by john b picking you up and swinging you around, laughing excitedly.
“baby, we’re gonna be parents! little pogues running around ‘n shit! jayj is gonna fuckin’ flip!” his laughter echoed in your eyes and you cried harder, laughing softly as he spun you around. he stopped abruptly and grabbed your cheeks to hold them in both of his large hands, the size of which encompassed the entire sides of your face.
“no, what? what’s wrong, love? why are you crying?” his thumbs reached out to wipe away your fallen tears. your bottom lip trembled when you went to speak.
“i just..i was so scared of how you’d react. i never imagined you’d be happy about it.”
john b’s face softened at your words, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.
“how could i be anything but excited when finding out the love of my life is literally walking around with a piece of us forming inside her.”
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early morning loving
pairing; john b. routledge x fem!reader
summary; john b counts your freckles in the early morning light; 0.5k words
tags; fluff, established relationship (mans is underrated in his own show so here’s some john b love!)
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The morning is still young in the Chateau.
You wake slowly, in a tangle of tanned limbs; your neck is strangled by a firm grip, cheek smushed against something hard and warm. Your eyes feel glued shut, and when you peel them open, sticky lashes kissing at the corners, you're met with a soundly sleeping John B.
You shuffle sideways and prop yourself up on your elbow to gaze at him through tired eyes. You think this might be the longest he's slept in a while. Even unconsciously, he chases your warmth, brow knit as he follows you on your short journey to the other side of the bed. You watch his face, the change in his expression again as you work your way into his chest, the way his jaw falls slack as you press a kiss to his cheek with honey glazed lips.
You fall back into his arms like second nature, just settling to succumb to another bout of sleep when he stirs, groaning.
"Hi," he murmurs, a deep croak stuck in his throat as he rolls to face you this time. The light that pours in through the cracked window casts shapes and shadows over his smiling face.
"Hi, handsome," you tease, still tucked in tight against his chest as he stares down at you with an intensity that has the power to unnerve; you only grin in return, used to his unwavering passion towards everybody he loves. "Sleep okay?"
He hums noncommittally and traces a faint line across the bridge of your nose with his finger. Your face scrunches with unbridled affection, hands finding their way to his unruly mop of hair as they often do; you card your fingers through the dark tresses, nails scratching at his scalp, thumbs working out the frown lines in his forehead.
His palms are warm against your face as he smooths your worry lines. You lean into his touch, soft and pliable with sleep when he tilts your chin up and towards him for a kiss.
Your lashes flutter at the feeling of his lips on yours and you push into his space, crowding him with an arm either side of his head. He pays no mind, just happy to have you close. When you pull back, you needle into his warm body, under his arm with your temple against his shoulder. From this angle he can see your whole face, every freckle and blemish, every crease and twitch of your features. His pinky finger strokes up and down, side to side, coasting every inch of your face. You catch him mumbling to himself.
"What're you doing?" you laugh, your smaller fingers splaying over his wrist and rubbing a circle into the protruding bone.
"Counting your freckles. You've got lots of 'em."
Your eyes fall closed at his adoring touches and you hook your arms around his neck; foreheads together, noses bumping against each other. He smiles, big with all his teeth, and pulls at your eyelid until you're looking at him again. You're smitten, all sticky soft and lovesick.
When he tilts forward for another kiss, who are you to say no?
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⋆𐙚₊🐾⊹♡
"we should do something like... pottery, it'll be fun. I wanna make you a little cup" you mumble,your cheek pressed on your boyfriend's tan chest as you both lay in the hammock outside the chateau. "yeah? that'll be real cute,bubba. We could arrange something like that" John b presses a kiss to the top of your head,rubbing softly at the exposed skin of your back due to your tank top.
"you know!" you start excitedly,leaning on your elbows to look at him better "newborn elephants can't control their trunk from the start,so it just swings around and sometimes they trip on it" your eyes are wide and shiny,not blinking to make sure to not miss your boyfriend's reaction at the information "that's real cute, sweetheart." "it is! I know" you lay back down,running the tip of your fingers over his arm as you hum to yourself.
One of his calloused reaches the back of your neck,massaging at the skin "did you wear spf today,pup?" "I...shit,I forgot" you mumble,closing your eyes as you realize the small mistake "I'm sorry" "it's fine,how about we go in and put some on" he asks,looking down at you with a gentle smile "nooo,let's stay here a little more" your lips are instantly pulled into a pout,shaking your head as if your boyfriend just suggested the stupidest thing ever.
"let's just stay here a little more,I promise then I'll go and put some sunscreen on" you say as you close your eyes;breathing slowly as the mix of the warm sun,the closeness of your boyfriend and his hands massaging your skin makes you slightly sleepy "right...a little more" John b chuckles before pressing a kiss to your forehead "enjoy your nap angel."
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take care
word count: 1k
a/n: quick lil thing that popped into my mind after a hang out (😭😭), reminder that my requests are open and i will literally write almost anything y’all send in 🫡
summary: finally figuring out what works sex wise with new bf!john b
warnings: smut ofc, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, licking cum
“think i know just what you need, mama” john b says
spreading your legs open with his warm, rugged hands, pulling your already soaked panties off of you and tucking them into his pocket. “for later” he says, shooting you a look that makes your legs even weaker than they were before.
“ ‘m sorry that i was a brat today…i’ll be better tomorrow, promise” you assure him. he makes sure you’re looking right at him and starts rubbing your sensitive clit “let’s hope you can keep that promise, baby..” he whispers
your legs start twitching around his hands for a quick moment, he takes this as a chance to grip one of your thighs with his free hand “keep ‘em open for me, okay?” he orders. you nod, forehead already starting to sweat as you start to feel the aching of your core.
“can you…put your fingers in already?” you mutter, half not wanting him to hear you. he does as you ask, quickly sticking one thick digit into your folds, you felt your back start to arch as he curled his finger inside of you.
kissing your neck, he adds a second finger, making you whine for the first time that night. “mhm…keep ‘em right there” your eyes shut close, you don’t know how you’ll control yourself when he finally slips inside.
he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean of your arousal, holding your chin up with his other hand to make you look at him. “want you inside ‘f me already” you whimper, a smug look washing over his face.
“you sure you’re ready?” you nod again, laying further back onto his bed “ ‘kay then, tell me if it hurts, we can take it slow” he reminds you. you take his shorts off, palming him through his boxers, and then finally taking his cock in your hands.
running your thumb over his tip, you hear his breathe catch in his throat, you lick his swollen tip for a quick moment, just enough for a little bit of precum to cover it.
“ ‘m ready.” you say, trying not to cum at the sight of him like this, he begins rubbing the head on your already swollen clit, little hums of pleasure coming from the both of you fill the room.
finally, he slips right into you, inch by inch, it’s almost painful at first but that feeling quickly fades away and is replaced by a mind-numbing sense of fullness.
his hips jerk against yours by pure instinct, eager to push himself deeper inside, as deep as he possibly can. mewls slip from his lips to yours as the two of you try to keep quiet, the kiss only doing so much to make up for how loud the both of you were becoming.
this wasn’t the first time in the relationship that you had had sex together but it was definitely one of the few times, you both were still figuring out what the other liked and what worked for the two of you.
you pull off of him as much as you could without letting his tip slip out, quickly sliding his dick back into your dripping cunt. it’s almost like you could feel him in your stomach “so fuckin’ good f’ me” he squishs your face with his huge hand, making you laugh.
“stop looking at me…’m gonna cum” you moan, your walls clenching around him, nails dug deep into his tanned skin. “me too…don’t know how much longer I can last when you do that….fuck” throwing his head back in pleasure, brunette hair sticking to his forehead.
soon enough he has you on all fours, your hair in his hands, you can only manage to get a few gibberish words out as he pounds into you from the back. “yesyesyesyes….fuck” you scream, hiding your face in his pillows.
john b can’t even look you in the eyes because he knows he’ll cum right then and there, he continues ramming into your needy pussy, holding on to your hair and the small of your back for dear life.
low, breathy moans forcing themselves out of him, he flips you back onto your back. “are you close?” he asks, trying to catch his breathe, wiping the sweat off of his face. “mhm, you can cum now, don’t pull out…” you tell him, he’s never seen you like this , he’s finally figured out what works the best for the both of you.
“you sure?” he questions, squeezing the fat of your plush ass “fuck yes, want you to fill me up…” you cry. john b immediately began thrusting into you at a pace that had you feeling like you were being split open from the sheer size of him and how good him fucking you like this felt.
he cums right then and there, he smacks your aching cunt which makes you do the same. the both of you laying still as john b’s thick load of seed starting to spill out of you, he takes two fingers, slips them into your spent pussy, and sticks them into your mouth.
he grips your waist as you warm his cock, pulling out to press messy kisses to your neck and back “love seeing you like this…all fucked out” john b makes you face him, rubbing his thumb over your lips that you had biten when he was ruthlessly sinking into you over and over.
“is that what you like, hm?” he smirks, moving your hair out of your flushed face, you nod, not being able to speak from how exhausted you were. “you did so good for me, so good” he praises, kissing your forehead and cheek.
that in itself could make you wet again if you weren’t so worn out “love you…” you somehow managed to say, looking away because of how hot you felt your face getting. “i love you so much” he laughed as he pressed another long kiss to your cheek.
john b really was everything you’d thought he’d be like as a boyfriend, and more, this was just another thing you could add to the list of things you loved about being with him.
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Sweet Dreams
masterlist ! pairing: John B x reader
Summary : John B wakes up next to the love of his life.
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John B yawned, rubbing his eyes as he crawled into bed beside Y/n, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her peaceful face. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. He couldn't help but smile as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.
Y/n stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to him. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.
"Hey," John B whispered back, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."
Y/n blinked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad you're here."
John B's heart swelled with warmth at her words. "Me too," he admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/n."
Y/n's smile widened, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, John B," she replied softly, her hand finding his beneath the blankets.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply reveling in each other's presence. The stresses of the day melted away as they basked in the warmth of their love.
"You know," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "I've been thinking."
John B raised an eyebrow, curious. "About what?"
Y/n hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "About us," she confessed. "About our future."
John B's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement flooding through him. "What about our future?" he asked eagerly.
Y/n shifted to face him, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I want us to be together forever, John B," she said earnestly. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."
John B felt a lump form in his throat at her heartfelt words. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. "I want that too, Y/n," he said softly. "More than anything."
Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."
John B's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, seeing all the love and trust reflected back at him. "I promise," he vowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll always find my way back to you, Y/n. Always."
Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around him, holding him close as if she never wanted to let him go. "I love you so much, John B," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.
"I love you too, Y/n," John B murmured, his own voice thick with tears. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way. For they were not just two souls entwined, but two hearts beating as one, united in a love that was destined to last a lifetime.
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— warnings: smut! 18+ mean!john b, bimbo!reader, degrading, oral (m receiving), slight choking, fingering, hair pulling.
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❥ john b snaps at bimbo!gf!reader
“he’s my best friend, y/n! and you don’t expect me to get upset that you were flirting with him?”
you sink down into the couch further, fighting the tears that pricked at your eyes. you’d never seen john b. so upset before. you didn’t mean to make him so mad. you only flirted with jj because you’d saw him talking to sarah cameron. his ex girlfriend. it set you off, so naturally, you wanted to hit him where it hurt. flirting with jj.
“i-i didn’t mean to make you so mad, baby.. it-it was innocent. i-i was just upset that you were talking to sarah, i’m- i’m sorry” you choked out, finally letting your hot tears fall down your face.
“maybe don’t be such a slut! have you ever thought of that? hmm? sarah means nothing to me!”
you stand from your spot on the couch, taking a step toward john b and smacking his chest. “and jj means nothing to me!”
you turn quickly on your heels and storm off to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you and throwing yourself onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows as you screamed out in frustration.
the sound of the bedroom door pushing open makes you lift your head, turning slowly to see john b standing in the doorway, slight regret filling his eyes.
“i’m sorry baby. i didn’t mean to upset you. i just- i’m so used to everyone choosing jj, that seeing you flirt with him set me off”
you sit yourself up in the bed, crossing your legs as you look into his beautiful brown eyes.
“i wouldn’t ever choose jj. i want you. only you.”
john b sighs, running a hand through his messy brown hair. he takes two long strides towards you, pushing your back into the mattress as he crawls on top of you, his arms caging you into the bed.
he leans down, his lips softly ghosting over the shell of your ear, the feel of his breath on your skin as he whispers sending a shiver through your body. “i know that. let me make it up to you”
you suck in a shaky breath, wrapping your arms around his neck, smashing your lips with his in seconds.
he kisses you back, his lips consuming yours like he was a man that was touch starved. he slips his tongue into your mouth, dominating yours instantly, pulling a string of whines and moans from you.
“you’re so pretty when you’re like this. all whiny and hot, and i haven’t even touched you yet” he rasps, placing one hand around your throat and squeezing at it softly.
you bring your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes stuck on his darkened over, lust filled ones. you loved and hated when john b was mad, you loved it because he always made up for it in the dirtiest ways possible, but you hated it because, honestly, john b was sort of scary when he was angry.
“gonna make you remember who you belong to, you want that? want me to show you that you’re mine?”
you nod your head slowly, the grip he had on your throat tightening as you moved your head.
“words. you know i don’t like silent responses baby girl”
“y-yes. want you”
he releases the grip he has on your throat, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it onto the floor, leaving his tanned, muscular body on display for you.
you sit yourself up, reaching for the zipper on his shorts and pulling it down with haste. you help him slide his shorts down his legs, leaving him in nothing but his tight boxers, his already hardened cock pressing tightly against the fabric.
you reach your hand out, palming him through his boxers, making him growl from the contact.
“my girls a needy little thing isn’t she? good thing i’m in a giving mood tonight” john b says, his tone slightly mocking at your need for him.
“s-so needy. please, let me suck your cock” you beg, fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers, lightly tugging at them.
“don’t worry baby, you will”
john b pushes his boxers down his legs, lifting himself off the bed to remove them completely and tossing them onto the bedroom floor. you swipe your tongue across your bottom lip, mouth salivating at the sight of his thick, veiny cock in front of you.
you eagerly reach your hands out, gripping at him lightly, stroking your hand softly up and down his length, pulling a low groan from his lips.
his fingers grip the back of your head, pulling at your hair as he pushes your face down. “suck. now” he demands.
you smirk up at him, licking a hot stripe up the bottom of his shaft and placing a sweet kiss to his swollen head. he bucks his hips forward, fingers tightly gripping at your hair.
you push the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, the taste of the precum that’s leaked from the tip making you hum in appreciation.
“s-stop—fuck— stop fuckin’ teasing. you know i don’t like games, baby”
you place both hands on his thighs, steadying yourself before pushing him fully into your mouth, gagging slightly when the head hits the back of your throat. you begin slowly bobbing your head up and down his length, drool running down the sides of your mouth as you work his length.
john b groans, using the grip he has on your head to push himself farther into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward to fuck himself into your throat.
“s-so fuckin’ good. such a sweet dumb cock whore, takin’ me so good”
john b’s words have you squeezing your thighs together, your arousal beginning to pool between your legs. you lower one of your hands, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles around it, trying to relieve some of the pressure you felt.
john b pushes you of him, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.
you gasp when you feel john b’s large hands on your inner thighs, prying them open quickly and running his thick fingers through your slick folds.
“john b. please” you breathe out, bucking your hips forward.
your mind was hazy, craving the feel of him stretching you, pushing you to see stars.
he continues the teasing motions with his fingers, coating his fingers with your arousal.
you open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue when he shoves two fingers inside you, curling them slightly and hitting your g-spot repeatedly.
“shiiit, john b, need more” you whine, fingers fisting into the bed sheets, toes curling from the pleasure building inside you.
he harshly thrusts his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, his free hand gripping at your throat lightly. “so fuckin’ needy, so whiny. just let me take care of you, okay?”
you squeeze your eyes shut, nodding your head. john b picks up the pace of his fingers, pushing them in and out of you harshly, the band in your belly tightening as your first release of the night threatened to wash over you.
“s’close john b, p-please”
“cum for me. let it all out baby girl”
a few more harsh thrusts from his fingers and your release was washing over you in toe curling euphoria.
“fu-fuck”
john b helps you ride out your high, pushing his fingers in and out of you slowly as you came down. you go limp below him as he slowly pulls his fingers from you, making you wince at the empty feeling.
“you did so good baby. so so good for me”
you lift up on your elbows, chest heaving up and down as you try and steady your breathing back to a normal rhythm.
“i love you, jb. only you”
he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, giving you a small smile as he pulls you down to lay beside him, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.
“i know. and i love you. just, no more flirting with jj, got it?”
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Request for John b routledge: reader and John b slow dancing while talking about their future together.
older | john b. routledge x fem!reader
summary: you and john b are the only ones that remain on the dance floor. the both of you can't help but reminisce on the past and look towards the future.
warnings: she/her pronoun usage, mentions of drinking and weed, partying
You weren’t sure how much time had passed by since you started swaying in John B’s arms. All you knew was that Sarah left a little after midnight with Kiara following suit, and Pope and Cleo went home soon after. JJ, ever the partier, continued through rounds of drinks and chasers until he ultimately ended up passed out on the couch. However, you and John B. remained awake, dancing along to the soft music playing from JJ’s speaker. You were grateful JJ was too far gone to complain that you connected your phone to his speaker and played something calmer for the end of the night.
“What’s on your mind, pretty girl?” John B. whispered softly in your ear, his hand just barely grazing your hip.
“Nothin’” you hummed. You allowed your fingers to loosen to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. The mere sensation sent shivers down John B’s spine, delightful and exciting all at once.
John B. pulled away to twirl you, your giggles filling the air and drowning out the soft melody playing in the background. “Don’t lie to me, y/n,” he says with a chuckle. The conversation was light, no harm or accusatory tones being displayed. He was merely curious about what was going on in that little head of yours. “You can talk to me, always.”
“I know,” you relent, joining back together with him. “I’m just…content, is all.”
John B. raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk dancing along his lips. The smell of cheap beer could be smelled from his breath, and his corny Hawaiian shirt reeked of weed. You weren’t any better, though, with your bloodshot eyes and racing heart from one shot after the other with JJ. Your Converse were matted with dirt and spilled White Claws, squeaking against the beer can littered floors of his living room. It was your perfect paradise, despite everything working against the two of you. Anything was paradise with John B. and your best friends at your side.
You finally gave into his magnetic stare, his eyes your weakness. “I don’t wanna get older,” you sighed. “I don’t want to lose all of this.” You gestured to his small shack, complete with its unwashed dishes in the sink and sticky counter covered in God knows what.
John B. could only laugh softly at your confession. “So you want JJ to stay on his drunk ass on our couch for eternity?” he joked, swiftly dodging your punch.
“Not that,” you whined, but you couldn’t stop your heart from flipping at the way he called this place “ours.” That is what you didn’t want to lose. “I don’t want to get all old and wrinkly to a point where you don’t wanna love me. Or too old to go on adventures with the group and dive for random shit that tourons leave behind. Or too–”
“Slow down, n/n,” John B. cut you off. He reached for the sides of your face, his thumbs grazing your cheeks to wipe away the tears that began to form. “None of that is gonna happen,” he reassured you. “Yeah, we’re gonna get old and gross, but that’s not going to stop us from doing stupid shit.” You choked out a wet laugh at his wording. “We’re still going to take the boat out any chance we get. We’re still going to try and fail to prevent JJ from cliff diving. We’re still going to go on adventures together, and we are still going to be in love, no matter how old we get, you hear me?”
You nodded, but a pout still remained on your lips. John B dropped one hand to grab yours and kiss it softly. “We’re gonna get old,” he whispered. “And you’re gonna be my girl forever. You’re gonna wear that cocaine colored wedding dress and walk down the aisle, and I’m going to cry like a baby through it all.”
John B. pulled you in and began swaying again. Like clockwork, you rested your cheek against his shoulder. “I’m going to get a job, and we’re going to buy a house on a hill so we don’t have to worry about our basement flooding after hurricanes. We’re going to have three kids -no, four- and you can take care of them in that house.”
“Like a housewife?” you snorted, shaking your head in disbelief.
John B. dipped you carefully, a boyish smile on his face. “Well, you can do whatever you’d like,” he reasoned. “If you don’t want that, we can be a team and raise them together. I can..can be a mechanic or engineer, and you can be a teacher. Or nurse, or doctor, or whatever you want. I just want you to be happy and never stress.”
“We can cross that bridge when we get to it,” you decided, tears dried and frown replaced by a smile. “I guess getting older isn’t too bad, then.”
“With you?” John B. questioned as the song came to an end. “It’ll be worth it all.”
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On my boat? p2
Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader
Summary- John B comes crawling back.
Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)
A/n- part one incase you missed it
You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.
Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.
But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.
So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.
“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”
“I’ve been busy”
“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.
“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.
“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”
He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.
So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.
A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.
But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.
You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.
So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.
“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.
You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.
“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.
“Sarah and I broke up”
“Oh… I’m sorry”
That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.
He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”
He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.
A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.
“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.
Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.
“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.
Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.
“I miss you”
“You miss the idea of me”
“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”
“Stop John B”
“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”
You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.
The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.
The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.
You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.
The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”
“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.
You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.
“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”
Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.
“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”
“I am... I promise pretty girl”
You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.
“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.
“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.
Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.
“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.
His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.
You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.
“Here”.
“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.
“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.
He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.
You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.
He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.
Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.
Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.
He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.
“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.
Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.
“That’s how much I need you”
You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.
“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.
You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.
“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.
“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.
A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.
His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.
“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.
You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.
The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.
This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.
“Shit… babe-”
Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.
His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.
His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.
Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”
“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.
You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.
“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.
All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.
You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.
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AHHH! I literally love all your fics! You’re definitely one of my favorite writers for OBX! okay first thing! Can I please be on the tag list for obx fics and second! Could you maybe write some JJ or John B smut with them being total bottoms maybe with some f receiving oral and degration 🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 actual begging here (I love ur writing so much it’s actually amazing)
awh thank you so much!!! And ofc I’ll add you asap!! :D
Imo, John b would definitely be a switch! but just for you, this is more on the sub side ^^
sometimes after long, drug out, missions where they lost to kooks yet again—he needs a break. He needs to take his mind off of things, and what better way than to let you do all the thinking for him??
his favorite way to do that is by giving you other worldly head. And I mean face sitting, to the point where he thinks he’s taking his last breath between your thighs, but he honestly doesn’t even care. “Dirty whore, aren’t you, pretty boy? Just f’me, hm?” You’d coo at him, running your nails through his messy hair. He’d nod against your pussy, his own groans sending vibrations through your core.
His cock sat against his stomach, throbbing painfully and hard. His tip was an angry color, begging for your attention as your hand reached around to wrap around it. His hips bucked into your hand, and you clicked your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, slut.” You hissed out. He whimpered, digging his tongue into your cunt in hopes of pleasing you enough to make you jerk him off.
and god, when you finally do, he’s such a cute mess! His babbles and whines muffled by your cunt, and you could see your slick on his nose from riding his face. His pupils were blown out, and when you tried to lift off of his face, he pulled you right back down. You were sure his jaw was sore, and it was, but that didn’t stop him from making you squirt for a third time all over him! he loves your pussy so much :)
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This is for me and @babygorewhore’s Writing Prompt Game. Feel free to click the link and come play!! Prompt: Road head with John B. - Warnings: Blow job,( kinda?) Dom!JB 18+MDNI!!!
You knew it wasn’t the time. But something about the way John B was driving right now was making you crazy. His hair was a tangled mess, he had dirt all over his face, neck, and arms. His button up shirt was askew, only the few bottom buttons still in tact. Displaying his chest that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat and he just looked so good. His large hands were gripping the steering wheel to the point that his knuckles were white and the veins in his hands looked like they might burst. He had a busted lip from the altercation he just got into with the kooks and there was a hard look on his face as he angrily ranted to you.
You weren’t even sure what he was saying, honestly, the only thing you could focus on was how badly you wanted to pull his shorts down his hips and take his cock down your throat. It’s not your fault watching your boyfriend fight turned you on. He’s usually pretty gentle with you, except for when you really push his buttons. But even then, the punishments he deals are sometimes lighter than you’d like. You want him to fucking destroy you, completely take you, shut your brain off so all you can think about is him and his cock.
“Babe, are you even listening?” John B turns to you at a stop sign, eyebrow raised, fingers tapping agitatedly against the steering wheel.
“Huh? Yeah I’m listening, sorry.” You give him a reassuring smile and he takes that as sign to continue his rant. You listen the best you can for a bit longer, offering a small ‘uh-huh’ here and there. Until he runs his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back slightly. His Adam’s Apple on fully display, the sweat on his neck practically begging to be licked off. And it’s really over for you when he grabs your thigh, asking you again if you’re listening to him. You don’t respond, instead giving into your desires by leaning across the seat to lick along the side of his neck.
“Whoa!” John B jumps back a little, glancing away from the road at you. “What are you doing?”
“Shhhh… just let me.” You whisper against his skin, kissing and nipping down his throat while your hand finds his cock through his shorts.
“Babe, this is not the time! This is serious shit we are going through we have to focus - oh fuck.” He lets out a groan when your hand wraps around his shaft, jerking him slightly through the material. You feel him start to harden causing a smirk spread across your lips.
“I think your cock disagrees, and so do I. I happen to think it’s the perfect time.” You kiss down his chest, flicking your tongue out to lick the salty sweat covering his skin as your hands work on undoing his shorts. You push them down and pull his cock out, spitting on your palm before taking it in your hand.
“Oh my fucking goddd. Baby, I’m driving, I don’t think this is the best - shit - idea.” John B keeps his eyes on the road, still going the speed limit despite the fact that you just took his whole cock down your throat in one swift motion. He swerves slightly, before grabbing onto your hair, using his grip to pull you off of him. “Did you not fucking hear me? I said that shit’s not safe.”
You whimper, your eyes rolling back at the burn on your scalp his grip is causing. “Just wanna make you feel good…” You pout up at him and he scoffs, rolling his eyes.
“You’re kind of acting like a slut right now, you know that? You wanna suck me off so bad? Fine.” He pulls off the road into a cluster of trees throwing the car in park. He uses the grip he still has on your hair to push you back onto his cock, shoving himself completely down your throat with a loud groan.
You gag around him, letting out a moan of your own at the feeling of him being rough with you. He pulls you off, giving you a second to breathe before he’s pushing you back down again. He starts to thrust his hips up, fucking your throat with his head thrown back, breathy moans leaving his lips. He pulls you off again, forcing you to look up at him. You have mascara running down your face, droll dripping down the sides of your lips and this look in your eyes like you’d let him do anything he wanted to you right now.
“You like this shit, huh? Are you my little slut?” He uses his thumb to rub the spit on your lips. You’re looking at him like you’re in a trance, his words hardly registering. “Answer me.”
“Yeah, I’m your little slut.” You take his thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
“So pretty like this…” He pulls his thumb from your mouth, replacing it with his cock with ease. He counties to use your throat, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. You reach your hand down to cup his balls, swirling them in your palm. “Oh fuck! Baby, I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.”
He pushes your head down a final time, his hips raising off the seat as his spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, pulling off him with a moan.
“That was so fucking hot.” He pants, taking your face in his hands so he can capture your lips in a passionate, messy kiss.
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Obx boys x spiritual girlies
JJ Maybank x spirit searching girl
They’re definitely searching for ghosts late at night, she’s got a weird ghost sense and a little machine that makes crackling noises when the energy spikes. JJ recording it to show the Pogues later but it’s just them screaming and the video too blurry and unfocused from them running away.
Once summoned a spirit and they haven’t tried it since. JJ always comparing their adventures to that one scooby doo episode.
Pope Heyward x tarot reader girl
Pope starts as a sceptic, but after a reading she does for him that comes true… he’s always asking her to pull some cards on certain situations.
Never touches her cards as he’s convinced he’ll mess up her energy. Does read through the little booklet that comes with the cards so that he can understand the cards better. Buys her a vintage wooden box to store her cards in.
John B Routledge x astrology girl
Always bringing up what planets are transiting and how it will affect everyone. “Oh no not during mercury retrograde, babe.”
Took her ages to get John B’s birth time and spent hours going through his natal chart. Using the moon cycle to start new things and full moon to release things. John B surprised her by finding the direction of where Venus would be visible and he took her on the boat to see it.
Rafe Cameron x Crystal girl
Asked once why she has crystals lined up by the window and she took him through a whole tour of each one and what they do. “They’re rocks baby, don’t need charging.”
Convinced him to lay down so she can place crystals on his forehead. He finds crystals in the compartments of his car and a tiny one in his wallet. He buys her crystals that are shaped of all different things.
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imagine John B trying to do a bet with the pogues of who can last the longest for No Nut November
No Nut November
Summary - John B makes a bet for not cumming in November, will you win or loose?
Warnings - Smut (Unprotected sex, Degraded language, hair pulling, Praise kink, Breeding kink, teasing, Marking, Daddy kink)
A/N - Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy! Much appreciation to the love and support.. I’ve definitely went over board on this one, to the point where my phone is lagging.. really bad!!
Word Count - 5400+
It was first of November, a day to be hung over and Miserable.. John B effortlessly got up tapping JJ, “You gonna get up man?” “I can’t walk,” he groans, on his stomach.
“Good morning, rise and shine! Fuckers, pogue meeting after you all wake up,” John B shouts around the chateau, “It’s too, early for you to be screaming,” You mumble, tired.
“Says you,” John B grins, you shake your head, “That is different,” he wraps his arms around you, giving you a kiss, “Of course, Pretty Princess,” You stuck your tongues out, teasing John B until he took your tongue into his mouth.
“For the last time stop making out in the room,” Pope yelled, “Yh, guys! We all know how Pope’s virgin eyes can’t take it,” JJ smirks, earning a punch to his gut, “How,” Groaning, “Sorry, Man,” Pope Apologises, “Nah, I’m kidding, you throw a weak punch,” JJ slaps his back.
“Alright, is everyone up?” John B asks, ignoring Pope’s comments, “What is this early meeting about?” Kie raises her eyebrows, “As you know, it’s 1st of November, which means no cumming,” John B looks at everyone’s. Expression, “Ah, Man! I can’t last a whole month, I’ve got girls to please,” JJ whines, “Ah, Ah, Ah but we are going to do a bet, who can last the longest gets 250 dollars,”
“That is so low, not cumming a whole month for 250?” Kie shook her head, frowning, “Hey, I’m not that rich,” John B grins, “She just said that so she can win..” JJ rolls his eyes, “I for one, am going to win,”
“In your dreams Maybank,” You scoff, laughing with Kie, “Oh Yh, well we all know that You and John B can’t keep your hands off of each other,” JJ throws back, “I don’t care,” You shrug, letting John B embrace you for a hug.
“Guys, let’s calm down,” Pope intervened before the hot head could respond again, “How about a boat day?” He suggests, “There are calm waters out there, dude,” John B smirks, doing the handshake with Pope.
“It’s settled, No cumming or else you're out,” John B announces, you all shake on the bet.
“Come on JJ, follow the Juice box,” Kiara waves the beers in the air, in front of his view, “I’m coming,” JJ grins, pulling his hat back on backwards.
A few hours later, Your drunk with the pogues on the boat.
“Never have I ever, had sex in the Twinkie,” You took a sip with John B, “Of course you two have,” Kie laughs, JJ took a mouth fall too, “What? It’s my van,” John B questions to Kiara’s funny stare at him, “Apparently my best friend did too,”
“Bros for life, my brother,” JJ nods to John B, doing a quick handshake, “Never have I ever, fucked a kook,” Kie playfully teases, “These are all going to be aimed at us, John B!” Youwhisper, leaning into his shoulder, “Yh, don’t we know it,” he drank his drink.
“Never have I ever worked for my girlfriend’s dad,” Pope tries to be smart, “Oh right guys, now you are taking the piss,” John B rolls his eyes, laughing, “Yh, don’t we know it,” You mocked him, laughing harder.
“Not my fault that Y/N took my breath away,” John B grins, “More like took my virginity,” You hiccuped, the pogues never heard you as your hiccup was really loud.
“Never have I ever had oral sex,” JJ teases, everyone takes a drink except Pope, “You guys are the worst,” He mumbles, “But you love us,” Kie mentions, putting her arm around him, “Unfortunately,”
“It’s getting pretty dark, we should head back to the chateau,” You yawned, “Is someone, sleepy?” John B teases, “Yes, that’s all we are doing in the bed, Routledge,” You clarified, “Of course, I can still give you your cuddles, babe,” He smirks, you push his face away, playfully.
“Someone is grumpy,” John B mumbles, “I just want to be in your bed,” you mumble, “John B, I say you're going to lose your own bet in a day,” JJ chimes in, “Not like that, Get your head out of the gutter JJ!” You narrow your eyes at him, he puts his hands up, “Just saying,”
“It is getting pretty late, My pops going to kill me if I’m not back at curfew!” Pope widens his eyes, remembering what happened last time, “I’m not cleaning the whole shop again, by myself,” he shook his head.
John B drives back through the marsh to the chateau, everyone hops out of the boat. Kaira goes in her car to give pope a lift home, reason being her parents called. Needing to come home for a few days, apparently family bonding.
JJ crashes on the couch for the 9th night in a row, no sign of speaking to dad again until weeks later. You and John B snuggle in bed, thinking that this bet is going to be easy..
That was two weeks ago.. John B is resisting the urge to grab his girth and put it inside your tight, little pussy. He sees you wearing his favourite panties on you, wiggling your ass in his face to tease him. Full well Knowing, what it does to her boyfriend’s cock.
“Fuck,” John B groans, just before grabbing a beer laying down on the hammock, “Hey, babe,” You run laying beside him, a few minutes later, “Hey, Princess,” He closes his eyes, hanging an arm around your waist to relax, trying so hard not think about cumming.
John B honestly, wants to win but wants to cum in your pussy so bad!
You trail your hands up his abs to his chest, “That’s it, you little slut!” John B flips you over on the hammock as you gasped, “I’ve had enough of you teasing me, if you want to cum and lose the bet that is on you,” He whispers, “However, If you do.. then everyone is going to hear how slutty you truly are for me,” John B growls in your ear, having no intention of fucking you “You understand, Princess?”
“Yh,” You whimper, John B lets you out of his grasp, “So what is it going to be?” He hums to you, “Going to be a good girl, no cummimg,” You sigh, clenching your thighs as you pout, “Damn, right, your going to be a good girl.. for me,” Repositioning himself on the hammock, your now laying on his chest as he strokes your hair, “Such a good girl,” John B kisses your forehead.
“Going to give up? John B and Y/N,” JJ grins, watching you guys battle it out on the hammock, “No, never,” You stick your tongue out, “We have more self control than you, Maybank,”
“Damn right you do,” JJ openly admits, “I’ve already lost the bet,” he mumbles looking down, hands in his pockets as he sits beside you two.
“No surprise, J,” John B sits up on the hammock, pats his back, “How far did you go? Without fucking a touron,” He teases, “surprisingly, a whole week and 6 days,” JJ grins proud of himself, “Good job, Man,” John B does a handshake with him, “I’m proud of you, J,” You boost him up, hugging him, “Thanks guys, Good luck your going to need it,” JJ smiles.
You walk inside with John B to get a beer from the fridge, “I’m hoping my balls don’t go blue,” John B teases, looking at you “They are so.. going to turn blue!” You tease back, kissing him.
“As long as I have your kisses and cuddles, Princess,” John B pets your head, gulping down his beer, “Of course, Baby,” not daring to call him baby boy because that will.. blow his lid off.
“After we win this bet, I’m going to fuck you on every surface in the chateau,” John B grins in your ear, “I Will believe it when I see it, Routledge,” You playfully, tease him, you stand on your tippy toes to kiss his lips, “Oh don’t you worry, Princess, you can count on me,” He winks, “Your not going to be saying that when I deny you to cum,” John B walks away from your clenching thighs, smirking, “You son of a B..”
“Y/N I brought beer, come we are hanging out in the hot tube tonight,” Kie grins, taking your wrist.. leading you to JJ and pope, “Have you and John B, lost yet?” JJ teases, “Says the one, who already lost the bet, Maybank,” You grin back, knowing how to get him back with his sarcastic Ways.
“What have you.. lost already?” Pope gasped, “Holy water,” he mumbles, “Drunk sex, with this hot chick,” JJ drinks his beer like it’s not a big deal, “What happened?” Kie made a disapproving face at her friend, “Couldn’t resist..” JJ shrugs, “And that’s JJ Maybank for you,” John B steps in the tube, bringing an arm around you.
“Here, Man,” JJ passes a beer to John B, “Cheers,” they clung their bottles together, “It was way worthwhile, if I do say so myself,” JJ smirks, Kie slaps him on his head, “Ow, what was that for?” He rubbed his head, “For breaking the bet so early, plus neither of us wants to hear about your hook ups,” Kie shook her head.
“I’m going to pretend, I didn’t hear that,” Pope mumbles to his friend, “Aw, come on man, lighten up,” JJ hung onto pope, “Maybe I will after November,” Pope mumbles, downing his beer, “I think we all are going to, except for JJ here,” John B nudges his shoulder, teasing him.
You and Kie just watch amused at the three guys you called family, “Why do we hang out with them,” Kie mumbles, “I don’t know, one of them even got to be my boyfriend,” You whisper, “Yh, how the fuck did John B get you?” She asked, confused, “I tell myself the same thing,” You giggle.
You reach out to turn the bubbles on the hot tube, deciding the boys needed to calm down, “Bubbles,” John B grins, lifting you up, “John B! Put me down,” you squeal, “Never, I’ll protect you,” JJ looks around for another beer from the box, Kie and Pope having their own conversation.
“Good going, Y/N,” Kie teases, “That only made him more hyper,” Pope laughs, “No, shit! He looks high,” JJ sat back down in the water, “John B, calm down! In front of our friends, Really?” You whisper the last part, looking down at his problem, you release he’s distracting himself not to lose the bet.
“Is he ok? Y/N,” Kiara asked, concerned, “Yep, perfectly fine,” You gritted your teeth, John B clinging onto you, “Yes, Really,” John B whispers back to answer your previous question, as Kiara turns her attention back on Pope and JJ, “I can’t help it, the way you look in your skimpy bikini,” His fingers trailing your hips, “Cover up, Princess,” He growls.
JJ notices his actions, “Are you sure?.. you are good, Man,” he teases, knowing full well how Kiara and Pope are oblivious at John B’s frustration, “Yes, perfectly fine,” John B replies, giving a tight lipped smile as he drinks his beer with his other arm tightening his grip around your midriff.
John B May look like a softie but boy he is territorial, he knows JJ is just teasing, playing mind games if you will. However, right now John B doesn't have the patience to keep up with those games. Pope looks to Kiara as tensions are set higher, “Guys, let’s relax and no more bickering,” You bite your lip, nervously to see them back down.
“I am relax,” John B buries his head into your shoulder, you can still feel his Erection against your thigh but don’t say anything else, “Same,” JJ smiles, taking another drink of his beer, “Good,” You breath out, holding onto John B’s strong, toned arms to ground him with your touch for comfort.
JJ goes back to his conversation with Kiara and Pope, John B is currently peppering kisses on your shoulders and up to your neck. The bubbles has stopped making John B sink into you more as your the only distraction there is to coming.
“Hey, Kie,” You hung your other arm around her, “Hey,” she comes closer, “Looks like someone is clingy,” Suggesting to John B, he is talking to Pope and JJ, not listening to you and Kie, “Yep,” You grinned, wildly. “Another, Beer?” She holds out, “Of course,” You pop off the lid, taking a sip, “I only had one so far, unlike other people,” You rat the boys out, except Pope he mostly is a smart boy.
“The turtles are so fascinating, I could live with them..” Kie gushed, “Their cute little shells,” She pouts to you, “I totally agree, Kie,” You smile, “I’m going to be a turtle in the after life,” You laugh at kiara’s words, “Duh, You wouldn’t be any other animal,” You teased, rolling your eyes, playfully.
“Ooo, are we talking about the turtles,” JJ swims over to Kie, hanging his arm around her, “JJ if your going to tease, you can get out,” Kie crosses her arms, “I’m not teasing,” He winks, she laughs taking her sunglasses off to put on him, “I guess, you can talk about turtles with me and Y/N/N,”
“Yay, Come to think of it.. you are a turtle Kie.. a self loving creature, who knows how to ride the waves with me,” JJ teases, “What did I say about teasing, Jay,” Kiara narrows her eyes coming closer to him, “Alright, alright.. relax, you are my fave turtle babe,” JJ winks again, surrendering his hands up to her.
“You are a real friend, Maybank,” You giggled to him, “Always to you guys, Your family to me,” JJ admits, remembering the reason why he got this hot tube in the first place.. Kie and then Pope hugged him and he is so grateful for it, “You are too, J,” Kie Resures to him, “To all of us,” you confirmed, “Yh, man,” John B and Pope nodded, coming out of their convo to listen.
“Are you going soft on us, Maybank?” Kiara teased, laughing, “Certainly not, ma’am,” JJ scoffs, “You know me I’m a hot head,” John B and Pope bring their arms around him, “That’s our boy,” they laughed, smiling with JJ.
A few days later, it’s movie night round the chateau, you snuggle into John B, “Babe, You keep teasing.. you’re going to be in my bed alone, right now!” He growls into your ear, “I’m not letting you tease me, I’m actually determined to win this bet, Y/N,” You giggle, not listening to his words as you move your ass on his growing cock.
“Are you ok, guys?” Kiara asks as she crunches on another pop tarts, “Yh, you been acting weird.. the past hour,” JJ scoffs, munching on chips, “JJ, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Kie rolls her eyes, playfully looking back at you, “Yh, we are fine,” You breath out, giving your best smile as John B grabs your hips to push your ass of him.
“Seems like it,” Pope snorts, not taking his eyes off of the television.
“Right, that's it!” John B not so discreetly shouts, standing up to throw you over his shoulder, while everyone is watching, “If you're not going to be a good girl, you're going in time out!” He tells you loud enough for the pogues to hear.
“Oh damn, Y/N,” JJ teases, “Someone made Bree, mad!” He laughs with a shit eating grin, you flip him the bird as John B carries you past him, “Have fun,” Kiara waved at you, if death glares could kill, she would be 12ft under the ground.
“Wasn’t expecting that,” Pope mutters, “You didn’t even watch, Man.. you was Watching the movie,” JJ says confused, “I’ve got ears, plus there is a thing called peripheral vision, JJ,” Pope laughs, “I did watch them a bit,” he muttered.
“Guys, hush,” Kie tells them, seeing John B walk into the room, sitting down on the couch. “What did you do to her?” Kiara asked, curiously, “Just locked the door,” John B replies, stuffing lucky charms in his mouth, “If she wants to be a brat, then so be it.. I will teach her a lesson,” he smirks.
“She sounds pretty mad,” Pope mumbles looking back at John B’s door, “Trust me, Y/N will be fine,” John B resures, “Are you finished, shouting sweetheart?”
“No, not until you let me out,” You shout, banging behind the door, John B sighs going to the door, “Babe, you thought it was funny to tease.. I told you no, are you going to be a good girl now?” He asks you, closing his eyes against the door, “I know your pouting the other side, you want me to hold you and I want to hold you too, Princess,”
“Fine, I’m sorry.. I teased you, I won’t do it again,” You muttered, “Or at least not tonight,” John B opens the door, “Awe is my baby pouting?” He teases, you smack his chest, “Shut up,” You hug him, taking his arm to the couch.
“Cool, your back.. it’s hard work being the only girl with three guys,” Kiara teases, hugging you, “I was literally gone for 5-10 minutes, Kie,” you laughed, “Yh, that’s long enough,” She laughs, “Hey, we aren’t that bad!” JJ scoffs, Pope nodding, “Mm, are you sure about that?” You tease, more.
“As for you, Mr Routledge,” You narrow your eyes on him, “Hey, karma is a Bitch,” John B smiles with a side nod, high fixing JJ, “Totally, agree,” Pope nods, “I’m stealing Y/N away from you,” Kiara giggle, You stuck your tongues out with Kie to John B, “Nooo,” he whines, “Come here you big baby,” You open your arms to him as he sits next to you, Kie still beside you.
You get back to the movie, Pope is the only one really watching it, he tells you all the info..
It’s now 5 days until 1st of December.. “How is everyone holding up?” You smile, eating John B’s cereal, “Awful,” Pope groaned, “I have to admit, hands down I lost..”
“What? Pope just lost..” John B grins, kissing your shoulder, “Honestly, I did the stupid Decision of being drunk and horny,” He mumbles, “Your with me, buddy,” JJ hangs his arm around him, drinking his beer.
“Honestly, we are itching to have sex.. but me and John B haven’t!” You sigh in relief, “If someone.. didn’t stop teasing, it would make it better,” John B narrows his eyes on you, “But you love me,” You pout on your tippy toes, kissing him on the cheek, “That I do,” he grins.
“You are for sure.. in the deep with this bet,” Pope lays down, “I’ve got a bad hangover,” he groans, feeling his head, “Shouldn’t have taken on so many beers, Pope,” Kiara teased, sitting down on the arm chair, “Your out of the bet, finally..”
“John B hurry up and give her the D, already,” JJ teases, “Yh.. not happening, until December,” John B scoffs, “Well I’ve got work, I’ll see you guys later,” John B waves, “Bye baby,” he kisses your lips, “Bye,”
“JJ aren’t you supposed to mourn the lawn for that kook’s girl’s dad?” You questioned, “Oh, shit.. Yh it’s already 9..am,” JJ rushes to get dressed.
“Wait, she was the one you fucked right?” You came out of the chateau following him, “Yh, it was how did you..” JJ confused, looking back from his bike, “Just gathered, your face had hearts all over it,” You smirk, “Hey, she’s hot!” He shouts, riding off into the distance.
You chill out with Kie as it was her day off from her duties.. until she got a phone call telling you she had to go.. Pope went ages ago to do studying.. sometimes you don’t understand that boy, school isn’t until like 2 months from now.
The last day 30th of November, you honestly felt so relieved at 12:00am.. John B is ALL YOURS! You haven’t had sex or even came for nearly a whole month, your going to tomorrow and your excited.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” John B kisses your cheek, pouring cereal and milk for you, “Good morning,” You smile, kissing his cheek, “Thanks, I’m so relieved it’s the last day,”
“Mm, me too,” John grins, taking a spoon full of food to his mouth, “I can’t wait to see how Kie is holding up,” You smirk, “Speak of the devil, herself,” John B looks up to see Kie walk through the door, “Morning,” You giggle, seeing that she is grumpy.
“Morning, you and John B.. we’ll it’s between you, I’ve lost,” Kie grabbed cereal, “Wait what,” John B and You gasped, “Yh.. I couldn’t take it anymore but not to worry!! I’ve got John B’s cereal,” She grins, eating it.
“Oh right,” You laugh, “You guys must of been hornier that me and Y/N,” John B teases, “Mm, You still have to wait until tomorrow,” Kie shrugs, “JJ is in the house with Pope,” JJ grins walking in, Pope right behind him, “Hey, guess who’s going to win,” Kie smirks, teasing JJ.
“Has John B and Y/N finally given in?” JJ grins, laughing, “No actually, they haven’t.. it’s me, I lost,” Kie grins back, flipping her hair, “Surprise,” You and John B high five, “Oh ok, Cool,” JJ pats you and John B on the back, “I’m smoking a J, come join if you want,” he walks outside.
You and John B Lay on the hammock outside, enjoying the cool breeze.
“How come you failed?” Pope teases, “How come.. you failed?” Kie threw the question back, raising her eyebrow, “Fair point you have,” Pope mumbles, “I just couldn’t take it, clearly John B and Y/N have more self control,” Kie explains herself.
“Yh, well I’m shocked! They have been teasing each other all month,” Pope sighs, “Actually, I think Y/N was the one to do mostly the teasing,” Kie laughs, shaking up her banana milk.
A few hours later at 12:00 am.. 1st of December, you text on the group chat..
Y/N - Guess, who won 🎉😏
Pope - Of course you did, 😅
John B - We won baby, 😈😗
JJ - I’m sleeping over at popes, tonight *sends a photo with pope* we are watching movies..
Kie - congratulations guys, proud of you 🥺🎉 have fun JJ and Pope, I’m chilling with music
Y/N - cool, thanks 💜
John B kisses you passionately, pushing you back into his bed, “I want to take my sweet time with you but I really can’t,” He kisses, up your neck to your sweet spot, “I can’t either, please be rough with me John B!” You whine, gripping his wavy hair, “You are dripping right through baby,” he teases.
“Mm, John B,” You moan, clenching your thighs.
“No, these pretty thighs stay open,” He opens them apart, roughly taking his hand to your heat, “No panties baby?” Smirking, trailing his finger at your owning, you squeeze your eyes shut, “Mm, look your pretty pussy is leaking, I need to taste you, princess,”
John B takes his shirt off, making you lay on your back, his head in between your thighs as he kisses every inch. “John B, please stop teasing,” You squirm, his breath tickling your skin, “No promises, you were a naughty girl,” winking before he devours your cunt like his last meal.
Swirling his tongue into your forbidden valley, deepening his fingertips into your hips to make you stop squirming. You can feel John B’s tongue deepen into your core to taste your fresh Essence.
“John B, feels so good.. ERR HUH, Fuck!” You moan loudly, he rolls his tongue side to side into your walls, collecting as much juice as he can, “ I Love the pure taste of you, baby,” John B moans into your pussy, you breathe out slowly, you feel like crashing waves have flooded.
“Awe, is my baby close?” John B teases, suckling your swollen clit In desperate, passion to make cum hard, “Yh, your fingers pls, I beg,” You roll your eyes back, tugging onto his wavy locks,“Love when you beg, baby,” He slips his two long, thick finger into you, pumping slowly but then speeding up.
“Mm, Yes, John B,” You clung onto his locks, falling into blissed with his combined actions of fingering, licking and suckling into you, “I’m going to cum, Fuck,” You scream, “come for daddy,” he muffled into your pussy, “Daddy,” You moan out, spiling your wet goodness into your lover's mouth.
“Mm, Fuck, you squirted, such a good girl,” John B laps you up like a dog in heat, devouring all of your juices, “You taste, so fucking good! I can’t get enough of you” he moans out, kissing into your lips, “Shit, I do taste good,” You smirk, tasting yourself from his plumped, soft lips, “Damn right, Babe,”
You slip off the rest of your clothes off, seeing his reaction to your naked body is priceless, no matter how many times he has seen you.
You palm John B through his boxers seeing his friend needs help, “Oh God, you know how to take care of me, Y/N,” You grin, taking his cock out and licking the side of it, “You want it in my mouth?” You question, “Fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last,” John B flips you around, Ass up and face down on the bed, “Your going to be a good little slut as you let Daddy play with your pussy,” He growls, pulling your hair up to his face, he kisses your neck and shoulders.
John B kicks his shorts and boxers off as he quickly gets on the bed again, spanking your ass.
“Yes, Daddy,” You agree, biting your lip, you love when John B is rough yet passion, John B slams his girth into your tight little cunt, feeling every single clench around you, “Fuck, been waiting..” He thrusts into you, groaning, “So long, going to fuck you nice and hard, sweetheart,”
“You would love that, wouldn’t you pretty, little whore?” John B Pushes his toned, abs against you, you feel every bulging muscle, every bulging vein, every bulging thrust into you deeply, “Yes, I would.. fuck me harder John B,” You whimper, feeling his cock bulge into your warm, womb, “As you wish, baby,” kissing your cheek.
John B snaps his hips backwards, brutally snapping them forwards as his thrusts are faster, deeper and harder, “Such a needy little slut, desperate for her daddy’s cock?” He smooths his hands along your hips, tightening his grasp word by word.
John B teases your skin with his mouth, nibbling bites up your neck and shoulders. Making Hickies and bruises as he goes along, marking you as his.
“Yes, Daddy! Didn’t cum for ages..” You lick your lips, feeling his tongue explore your mouth as he fucks you up, “I’m close,” You whimper, holding onto the bed sheets, “Cum for me, pretty girl.. come on my cock,” He groans, slapping your ass as he chases his own high, his cock riding out yours.
“Such a good girl,” John B praises, kissing and marking your shoulders and back, he pats your bum for you to face him, “So fucking good, after a month of not cumming,” you pull his hips into yours, “I totally agree,” You look up smirking, “Mr. Routledge.. I’m still wet and your still hard,” you whisper, teasing him.
“Oh I know, baby.. we have all night,” John B tells, bringing you closer into a passionate yet rough kiss as he bites your lip, harshly. You whimper out of delight, sinking into the bed this time on your back for him, “I’m going to fuck you.. fuck you until we pass out, Sweetheart,” his hot, minty breath teases you, knowing you want.. no need his cock.
“Give it to me, that John D,” You wink, “Already,” John B encounters, “Naughty, little slut.. wanting my dick again!” He growls, roughly grabbing your throat, choking you, “Mm, Yes daddy,” You gushed, loving the feeling of his tight grip with his large, callous yet soft hands around your pretty, little neck. “Be careful what you wish for,” John B whispers, slowly, “I know,” You whisper back, grinning, “I want this,” confirming the love you have for Himself.
“All mine,” John B wastes no time playing games with you, bringing your legs around his waist for him to roughly take you with his please, “Yes, all yours.. like you are all mine,” You moan out, wrapping your arms around his back, you scratch his back so hard to leave marks,” “course, Princess,” he sincerely presses, loving the feel of you marking him, “Fuck, you fuck me so good,” You jolt up and down, rocking the head board as John B drills his large girth into you, “You take me so well, baby.. you were made for me, mark me up princess,” he grunts, encouraging you as he forces the rest of his cock into your tight, wet cunt.
“Your dripping, still so wet.. have to fuck you unlimited to make you see sense,” John B smirks, looking at your fucked out, dazed face. You nod grinning at his dirty words, no one makes your pussy tingle like John B does. He takes you like you are his prey, ready to be loved yet Sacrificed to the gods.
Leaning down to kiss your sweet butter lips to make his cock even deeper in you, “Can’t get enough of this sweet, tight pussy,” John B grunts, pumping his hips into your hips, making you see stars as you grip into his shoulders tightly, “Eh, err, John B,” You scream, “That’s it, love you screaming my name,”
“Are you close?“ John B hums, rutting his cock in your raw slit, “Ah, Yes.. don’t pull out, cum inside, John B,” You moan out, rolling your eyes.
“Want me to cum inside?” John B teases, you desperately, nod “I will cum inside you.. my sweet milk into your womb, baby..” he grunts, “I can imagine You swollen, full of our child one day, so fucking gorgeous princess,” you grip onto his shoulders, clenching around his cock as he thrusts deeper into your cunt, scratching his back even harder for your release, “Such a good girl, your going to cum for me?”
“Yes, John B..” You moan, trying hard not to cum without permission, “Beg me for it, Baby,” he teases you, “Please, let me cum and clench, around your large cock.. I’m going to milk it so good,” You beg, seeing his satisfied warm, honey brown eyes in bliss staring into yours, “Cum for me, Princess,” He kisses you passionately.
“Oh fuck,” You moan, “John B,” screaming into his shoulder as he is still fucking you through your high.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum,” John B grunts, “Cum inside, don’t pull out,” You beg, encouraging him, “Oh yes, going to cum in your tight, warm pussy, baby,” he groan loudly, spilling his white, sticky seed into your tight, hot pussy.
“That was so good,” John B pulls out in bliss, looking at his cum inside you, “Agreed,” You giggle, “I’m still horny,” John B whines, seeing his cock never went down, “Round three In the shower?” You get get up smirking, taking his hand towards the bathroom, “Hell yes,”
You turn in his bed to see John B’s soft, beach wavy hair messy into your face. His cute, little snores feeling the silence as you peacefully admire him. You stroke his hair gently, part of both of your limbs are intertwined with each other. Your both naked after last nights events, you smile at your gorgeous boy.
“Mm, Good Morning Beautiful,” John B mutters, eyes half fluttering open as he just shifts on the bed towards you, “Good morning, handsome,” You smile, kissing his nose.
“I feel so much better,” John B groans, “Yes, so refreshed,” You grin, he trails his marks on your jaw line, neck, shoulders, etc.. “You look so good with my mark, princess,” he smirks bringing you closer, you snuggle into his chest quite content.
“Of course, until the pogues start to tease,” You shook your head, “Mm, Love you Princess, I won't let them,” John B resures your pretty, little head
“Mm, ok.. love you too Baby boy,” You smirk, “Babe, I’m horny again!” John B groans.
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hi my love, congrats again on 1k 🫶🏼 I love all your writing so can’t wait for all your drabbles to celebrate!
not sure why but I just loove the idea of voyeurism with john b, so requesting something with that if possible 🙏🏼💜
Warnings: 18+, mutual masturbation, implied sex
"God, you look so hot baby." John B is leaned back in the chair he placed at the edge of the bed, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes are glued to your actions. He frees his cock from his board shorts, tip red and leaking as he starts stroking himself slowly to the sight of you touching yourself.
"JB please. Feels so much better when you touch me." This had been his crazy idea, wanting to watch you get yourself off after seeing you in your tiny yellow bikini. Your legs are spread wide, knees resting on the mattress as one hand toys with your clit while the other teases your nipples. He can see how wet you are, folds glistening in the light filtering through his bedroom window.
"I know baby, I know. Put a finger inside yourself, tell me how it feels." You do as he asks, gaze locked on his as you push your index finger inside your soaking entrance. His eyes darken watching your finger disappear into your core, mesmerized by the sight and wishing it was his cock instead. "Shit," you groan, pleasure swirling through your system at the added stimulation. "I'm so wet. Feels s-so good."
He starts to jerk himself faster, spurred on by your sounds of pleasure and how you get lost in the sensations you're creating. "Doing so well for me baby. Now add another finger and curl them just like I do." His voice is deeper and raspy, dripping with lust as his length hardens even more in his hand.
You gasp at the stretch, speeding up your thrusts and adding more pressure as you circle your clit. Your hips start to meet your hand, desperate whines and moans falling from your lips as your high gets closer. "That's it y/n. Fuck, m'gonna cum. You gonna cum with me pretty girl?"
You nod your head, unable to form words as the familiar sensation rushes over your body, band tightening until it snaps and pleasure fills your system. Watching you fall apart sends him over the edge, hot spurts of cum coating his bare abs as he watches you slowly stop your efforts as you shake with the aftershocks.
You stand up, walking over to the chair and climbing on to straddle his lap. "Whatcha doing now babe?" he questions as your still soaking wet pussy rests against his already hardening cock. "I gave you what you wanted. Now you're gonna give me what I want, you."
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