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[johnohimagines]

Can you write one where john comes back from tour and his gf has put on weight but he finds it sexy and makes her feel better about it?

I have one just like this! http://johnohimagines.tumblr.com/post/70495197861/pretty-enough-for-you~DM

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Just wanted to say I love this blog and your writing. I appreciate you taking time to write imagines.

Wow thank you I didn’t expect this because when I logged in I said to myself time to go look at all of the angry messages ~DM

[johnohimagines]

Lake Water

I really didn't like fishing at all. I thought it was boring and pointless, especially if you were going to just throw the fish back into the water. Why hurt the poor thing by putting a hook in its mouth for no reason? And John and I especially weren't taking any home for dinner. As a vegetarian and animal lover I could never do that and John didn't like doing that either. So what was the point?

"It's relaxing." He said simply when I asked what he liked so much about it.

I looked back to the water and started messing with a piece of string on my shirt. I was bored out of my mind. I had looked at everything there was to look at and being that we were on a boat, I couldn't exactly go and look around. I would kill for a signal right now.

"You didn't have to come." He exhaled sharply after looking out of the corner of his eye and seeing how bored I looked.

"You asked!" I defended.

"You could have said no!"

"I wanted to spend time with you not sit in silence on boat doing nothing!" I huffed.

"What the hell did you think we were gonna do?!" He asked with wide eyes and hands extended.

"I don't know! I had hoped maybe it was going to be intimate but you've barely spoken to me!"

"Oh my god." He groaned. "That's the damn point."

I stood up and the movement was too sudden. I gasped before falling it. I was in a lake where fish swam and bacteria grew. This was not fun at all. I popped my head back up and John was leaning over the boat.

"Are you okay!?"

"I'm fine." I hissed before swimming in the opposite direction toward the shore. It wasn't very far and I didn't want to be on the boat with him anymore. I'd rather sit in the jeep for three hours by myself with the radio. Maybe I would get a signal. Wait, I left my phone on the boat. Damn.

I got out of the water and walked to the jeep. I pulled out a spare towel John kept in the trunk and stripped down to my underwear. No one was around to see me  but I kinda hoped someone guy did because it would piss John off.

I stripped before putting on one of John's shirts we had left in the truck after we couldn't keep our off each other one night on our drive home. Come to think of it, I might have left some panties in here as well.

Sure enough, there was pair stuffed in the glove compartment. John. Kinky bastard.

Now dry, I put my hair in the towel before getting in the jeep. I turned on the car and the radio turned on. Thank god.

John showed up not long after that and got in the jeep. "Darlin', what did you think we were going to be doing out here?"

I shrugged. "I just wanted to be alone with you, and we were, but I didn't know it would be so quiet. I like hearing you talk."

He sighed. "I asked you to come so we could just be together. That's part of it; just taking comfort in the other person's company."

"But we can't talk?"

"It's better not to me, in my opinion. You wanna know what I was thinking while we sat there?"

"What?"

"That I don't ever wanna lose you. That you really are the love of my life. Before I met you, I thought that whole soul mate thing was just a bunch of shit the media fed to you...but now I feel like it's real and I feel like you're my soul mate. I can't imagine my life without you. It's just not possible. I couldn't tear my eyes off you. You really are the most beautiful woman to me. It's not me attempting to win brownie points when I say that. It's true. You make me feel all these things I didn't think were possible for me to feel. And it got me thinking: this is a once in a lifetime thing. What we have...it's rare, Darlin'. It special and a once in a lifetime opportunity." He exhaled before reaching into his pocket and setting a diamond ring on my knee. Oh my god. "If you want to, I would really, really love to spend the rest of my life with you."

I swallowed and opened my mouth but now sound came out. I had not been expecting this at all. This was why he took me out here. He wanted to ask me to marry him.

"Babe?" He asked nervously.

"You...oh my god." I picked it up off my knee and held it in my hand before launching myself at him. "Yes!"

He laughed as I kissed him eagerly, my hands holding his face. I moved back and he took the ring back and slid it onto my finger. It fit perfectly. And was it beautiful. He had to have been saving up for ages for this.

"John, oh my god." I grinned.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it! It's perfect! But it's not the important part. You really wanna marry me smelling like later water?" I giggled.

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss me. "Even smelling like lake water."

~DM

[johnohimagines]

Hi! I could remember wrong but was't there a imagine about the song Visions? If there were I can't find it. And I want it so bad :)

I think an old writer wrote that one and she took down her stuff :/ sorry~DM

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Hi! New follower :) just wondering if you have a masterlist or something of the like that I can access to see all of your works? I'm on mobile and the app can be quite annoying haha, sorry to bother you!

http://johnohimagines.tumblr.com/pastoneshots

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So you're not going to update ALAYLM at all? Lmao cool okay. Fuck this blog

Oh lord you're so annoying just unfollow me for the love of god you don't know my life or what's going on with it ~DM

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BAD BEHAVIOR GOT ME WEAK

Oh my god thank you lol I actually wrote it in the airport in Arizona in like 30 minutes tbh

~DM

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As Long As You Love Me - Chapter 41

I never liked Valentine's Day before. In fact, I had downright despised the holiday because it was either a yes or no holiday. Either you were cheerful that day and woke up your other half with the biggest smile on your face or you didn’t even want to leave the house or go on the internet or watch TV because it would be all about couples and love and the things you didn’t have with someone else. It wasn’t that I had been bitter on this day the past years, it was more so envy. My heart had been lonely and longed to no longer be.

But that was longer the case. My heart wasn’t lonely anymore and I could only hope it stayed that way.

It was Hadie’s first Valentine’s Day and she was excited for it, more than she led on, from the moment she found out what it was. She thought it was the most beautiful holiday that humans could have ever created.

“What do we do on that day?” She had asked.

“You leave that part to me.” I had winked.

I was going all out this year since it was her first one. I was doing every cliche thing that I could do. The chocolates and the roses and the teddy bear and whatever other cliche things I could think of. I found that while I was doing all of this that it may have been cliche but it wasn’t as cliche as it seemed. As I had lit the candles in the kitchen it felt really romantic. Few people actually realized just how much of romantic at heart I was. I did wear my heart on my sleeve and I did write songs about love, people just never seemed to realize that because of my goofy personality and because of what I did for a living.

I had asked Ashley for her help and she was going to do Hadie’s makeup and hair and such at her place before dropping her back off here. Since Tim was out of town right now on  business she was happy to be helping us so that we could at least have a good Valentines. It was hard to see and hear Ashley so down about it. Not only because she was my friend and I felt for her but because that was going to be Hadie one day, at some point. I wasn’t always going to be home for all the special days and holidays and even birthdays. It broke my heart to think about.

Once downstairs was done with the candles and the roses and the lights dim, I went upstairs to double check and make sure everything was perfect. This was going to be a great night. Her first Valentine’s Day was going to be the best she would ever have. As the angel of love was the woman I was setting this all up for, I felt like I had a lot to live up to.

When I heard the front door open, I bolted down the stairs to meet Hadie so I could be with her when she saw everything. But I wasn’t exactly prepared for what I was about to see.

She absolutely took my breath away. Hadie looked radiant.

She wore a little dress that was white with a small pink rose pattern that flared out at her waist and stopped mid thigh, a sweetheart neckline showing just the smallest bit of cleavage. Because it was raining she wore her white coat over it. White pumps made her much taller. Her hair was pulled up on top of her head in a loose bun with strands falling down to frame her face. And her face...she wore the perfect amount of makeup, highlighting the very best parts of her. Her lashes were longer and her eyelids painted a soft pink color. Her cheekbones were sharper and just a little pinker. Her lips seemed even plumper with the pink lip gloss.

“Wow.” I breathed, unable to take my eyes off of her. She was practically glowing. Her exposed skin was so soft that it reflected the dim lights. For a second, it almost seemed like I could see her wings behind her.

Hadie bit her lip through her smile. “Hi. You look so pretty too.”

I grinned softly at her, my body feeling soft and light just from the sight of her. “Thank you, Darlin’, but you’re an angel. You look so beautiful.”

She stepped forward and stumbled with her heels but I caught her, pulling her to my chest.

“Whoa. You okay in those things?” I asked and she straightened herself, nodding. I could see her pinks turn just a little pinker than before.

“I got it.” She said softly.

I gave her a smile of reassurance and helped her take off her jacket, hanging it up before taking in her bare shoulders and neck. I couldn’t wait to have my lips all over them.

“So what are we doing tonight? Ashley wouldn’t tell me anything.” Her smile of excited almost made me feel nervous but excited as well.

I grinned widely before taking her hand. “Follow me.”

We went into the kitchen and Hadie’s face lit up right away, smiling at everything. “John, it’s so pretty. Everything looks like...a movie.” She turned to look at me. “Did you do all of this for us?”

“I did. I want tonight to be the perfect Valentine’s Day.”

She exhaled with the most adoring smile, taking everything in again before looking back to me. “Thank you. I love it.”

Hadie took in every detail before we finally sat down. I pulled out her chair for her and helped her get seated before going to grab the champagne. Right as I grabbed it, the light flickered before going out. The few lit candles were the only light in the room. Hadie gasped at it and I went to set the bottle back down as I moved forward only for the table to further than I expected and the bottle of champagne to fall to the floor, the bottle shattering. I cringed internally thinking of how expensive that had been and how it was now totally wasted.

“Are you okay?” Hadie asked me, getting up to come check on what had happened.

“Yeah, are you?” I asked her, knowing this was a first for her.

“Fine, it just scared me.”

I looked around the dark house, waiting for the lights to come back on. “At least we have the candles.”

We cleaned up the mess before sitting back down, this time with glasses of wine. Wine was probably better with dinner anyway.

“Okay, okay let me fess up before you put me on a pedestal.” I chuckled. “I didn’t make any of this. I am admitting that I ordered it.”

She laughed lightly. “Ashley told me a lot of guys did that on Valentine’s and that I shouldn’t expect anything less from you. It’s okay, though. I don’t mind. It looks very good.”

Dinner was amazing and I was really enjoying it but Hadie had only taken a bite or two of the chicken before she stopped and was quiet.

“Hadie?” I asked, looking at her in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. My lips feel funny.” Her fingers ran across her bottom lip and she took her napkin to wipe away her lip gloss and I could see that they looked a bit red. “They feel like tiny pins are pushing against them.”

As the minutes went by her lips got swollen. It wasn’t bad but she didn’t like it at all.

“Maybe you’re allergic to something in the food.” I said as I stood and started looking for the Benadryl in the drawers where I kept random things, wondering how this could possibly happen; that of all times this is the first time that she eats whatever it was and is allergic, further ruining this night.

We waited for the swelling to go down and I made grilled cheese for her because we didn’t know what it was she was allergic to so the whole thing had to go.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” I sighed as I handed her the plate of grilled cheese, sitting across from her. “I wish I had known.”

“It’s okay, John.” She smiled. “It doesn’t hurt or anything. It was an accident.”

The rest of dinner went smoothly and soon the swelling was down and her lips were almost normal.

We cleaned up dinner and when we were done, I made my move and kissed her, my arms wrapping around her. She moaned into the kiss and I swept her off her feet, a little giggle slipping past her lips.

“There’s a surprise upstairs.” I told her with a smile as I walked up them, carrying her.

On the fourth to last step I was eager to get into our room so that she could see which caused me to trip, both of falling and landing on the stairs.

“Ow!” Hadie cried as I groaned.

“Are you okay?” I asked, concerned and looking over, not sure if I’d landed on her or not.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“I’m fine.” I sighed, moving off of her and helping her up. “I give up on tonight. I wanted everything to be perfect for you but everything's going wrong.”

Hadie kissed my cheek before taking my hand and leading me upstairs the rest of the stairs, looking back at me. “Nothing is ruined. I’m still having a great night and I’m still in love with you. The love between us matters more than all the other stuff.”

I exhaled heavily, thinking of what she said. She was completely right. Nothing else mattered because the point of tonight was to the celebrate our love and to be together. The champagne and the ruined dinner didn’t matter at all because that wasn’t the point of tonight. It changed nothing between us.

Our bedroom was just like downstairs except there was rose petals all over our bed with a teddy bear on top. I had the little box of chocolates and dessert downstairs for later when we worked up an appetite.

“Oh, John.” She softly as she picked up the bear from the bed, holding it close. “How could you even think tonight was ruined?”

My heart lifted and I bit my lip. “I don’t know but I’m glad it’s not.”

I strode forward and took the bear from her, casting it aside before taking her face in my hands and kissing her deeply, my arms around her waist.

Hadie kicked off her heels and was instantly much shorter, making my head dip down. I would be lying if I said the ache it gave my neck annoyed me. There was just something about it I really loved.

My hands roamed her body, feeling all the major curves before I had enough of the dress being a barrier and reached around to tug down the zipper of her dress and I let it fall down to the floor at her feet. I pulled away to take her in and groaned. She had on my favorite set of hers. It was the white lace bra, now strapless somehow, with matching panties.

Licking my lips, I spun her around and pressed against her, cupping her ass and kissing her shoulder.

“I have something different for us to try tonight.” I told her.

“What would that be?”

I nipped at her shoulder before tearing myself away to go across the room to get the two bottle set, one pink and one blue before going back and handing them to her.

“KY his and hers?” She read.

“It’s a special lube that is supposed to make sex feel even better.”

“This sounds really fun. I wanna try it.” She said as she looked at them. “Pink for me and blue for you right?”

“Yeah. But first, I have other plans.” I threw the bottles aide on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt but Hadie stopped me by pulling me in for a kiss and doing it herself, all but ripping my shirt off and then my belt. She slid her hand under my jeans and started palming my cock, making me groan in the back of my throat.

I kicked my shoes off right before Hadie dropped to her knees and unbuttoned my jeans to yank them down, taking my boxers with them. My cock sprung out, and right away she was stroking it, looking up at me as she felt me get harder and harder.

I wet my lips as I watched and swallowed when she dragged her plush lips down the side of my cock, her eyes still locked with mine.

“Fuck.” I breathed, my hands wanting to thread in her hair but unable to with it being back. Instead, I locked them behind my neck and tried not to buck, begging for her to take me in her mouth.

The second she did, I let out a low moan, watching her lips wrap around my cock and wishing she still had the lip gloss on to make it all the more sexy.

She bobbed her head softly, taking my cock inch by inch until I was hitting the back of her throat only for her to pull back and repeat the process, keeping me on the cusp of getting what I wanted.

Finally, I’d had enough and pulled her up before spinning her around once again and my hand slipping beneath her panties to rub up her slit, my finger dipping into her to feel how wet she was. She was already soaked for me.

“You’re so fucking wet for me.” I whispered in her ear as I pulled off my jeans fully and then made work of removing her bra with my free hand. When it was unhooked she shrugged it off and I reached up to cup her breasts with both hands, weighing them and feeling their perfection.

“John.” She moaned as I tweaked her nipples between my fingers. “I need you.”

I hummed before pushing down onto the bed on her stomach before pulling her waist up just a little so she arched just right for me. “Stay just like that.”

I grabbed the little bottles and took the pink one first before pouring it straight onto her folds. She gasped at it being a little cold. I rubbed it around and cupped her sex before getting the blue bottle and pouring some in my hand. I spread it across my cock and was a little wary as I didn’t feel anything different. It felt like normal lube.

I got on my knees on the bed and wet my lips, grabbing Hadie’s ass with both hands causing a moan to slip from her lips.

“Please, John.”

I stroked my cock a couple times before holding it at her entrance and then sliding in and my breath quickening because it actually felt really fucking good. More so than normal.

Hadie gasped and let out a moan, her hips bucking. Everything felt hot and it tingled too and it was just so much more pleasurable than usual. All I wanted was to drill into her and be as deep as possible.

“Oh my god.” She groaned, hands gripping the sheets. “Everything feels so hot.”

I pantted and squeezed her hips, my cock already pulsing inside of her, her walls tight around me. “Fuck, baby you feel even better.”

I could see a shiver run up her spine and my hips started thrusting on the pure instinct that was deep within my core. Nothing had ever felt like this before.

My hips snapped against Hadie roughly, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room as I fucked into her, my body driven by the pleasure.

Stopping, I exhale heavily and flipped her onto her back before hooking her legs over my shoulders to go even deeper, Hadie all but folded in half.

“John, it feels so good.” She whine, her head falling back, neck full exposed.

She gasped and moaned when I fucked her even deeper, both of us climbing to the peak.

It didn’t take long before I was close and groaning with each erratic thrust, Hadie moaning loudly.

“John!” She gasped before her walls got even tighter around me and I knew she was coming. I could just tell by the way she went silent.

Feeling her tighten around my throbbing cock made me snap and I grunted, holding myself as deep as I could, my vision going black from the insane pleasure running through me.

“F-Fuuuuck.” I groaned before pulling out and falling beside her, my chest heaving.

Hadie had a little grin on her face when I looked to her. “That was amazing. Let’s do it again.”

I groaned. She was going to be the death of me.

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After the mind blowing round two, we were spent.

Hadie giggled and leaned over to kiss me. I set up and looked at all the rose petals under and around us before gathering some in my hand and letting them fall over Hadie. She laughed and I leaned down, kissing her.

“I love you, Hadie. So much.”

“I love you too, John.”

After I told Hadie there was dessert we put on some clothes and went downstairs to get the desert that was in the oven to stay warm.

“What is it?” She asked about the lava cake.

“Lava cake. It’s chocolate cake filled with warm, gooey chocolate sauce.” I explained and she wet her lips.

We got that and the box of chocolates as well as ice cream before retreating back to our bed to watch the movie Hadie had picked. We were cuddled up to each other in bed under the blankets as we ate the dessert and watched the movie.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, John.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Darin’.”

~DM

[johnohimagines]

Write the next chapter of ALAYLM!!!!!!!

posting now!

~DM

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DM I love youuuuuuuuuuuuu

You're so precious thank you ~DM

[johnohimagines]

That lasted fic man gave all the feels! It was so good and tears flowed hard

I didn't expect this kind of response from it thank you so much!!~DM

[johnohimagines]

The boys cry too was so good and it made me tear up a bit. I loved it so much! ❤❤

Thank you so much!! I cried very much while writing it~DM

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Ur the best!!!!!!!!!!

Awww thank you, thank you~DM

[johnohimagines]

The Boys Cry Too

There was a deep ache in my chest. A lump in my throat that felt like a rock trying to push its way out. My stomach felt like it was at my feet, churning and knotting. I wanted nothing more than to scream and let it all out.

As I stood there, watching the casket lower into the ground, I couldn't stop thinking of something my father told me when I was still naive to the world. We had been playing baseball with my brothers. For some reason I remember my mother had been wearing a yellow and white floral sun dress that day.

I had been running to catch the baseball that my brothers swung off his bat when I tripped on my own shoe, landing on my knees on the patch of dry dirt that my mom had been asking my father to plant something in for a while.

The sting in my knee instantly made me start to cry and I could hear my mom calling to me in concern as she got closer.

My dad picked me up and put my back on my feet and I looked up at him with tears running down my hot cheeks and a burn in my hands and knees. He got down to my level and fixed my Diamondback hat that had gone crooked on my head.

“Hey, it’s alright, Just a scratch. We’ll put some ice on it and clean it up and you’ll be good as new. Boys don’t cry, son.”

I had heard that many times after, as many boys do. But I never wanted to cry more in my life. I just wanted to lay down and sob and let some of it out. It was killing me from the inside out.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked to see my father the same tears in his eyes and that same look in his eyes but no tears falling down his face. My mom was behind him, barely able to breathe from her crying.

“You’re brothers and I are going to go home with mom. Are you coming with us?” I could hear him speaking past the lump in his throat and forcing out the words.

I exhaled shakily because I didn’t know the answer. I didn’t want to be around anyone but i wanted to be there for my mom.But I also needed to break down and cry.

“I’ll be there. I have to- uh stop at home first but I’ll be there.”

They accepted my responce and I watched them go before turning and looking one last time, taking in the roses on top of the casket. I knew I wasn’t going to visit, I didn’t have that in me. I just needed the memories. I may not have her anymore but I had the best moments of my life with her and I wouldn’t ever forget a single detail.

My feet felt like lead as I made my way to my car, head ducked down and making it clear I didn’t want to speak to anyone. I couldn’t bear the condolences and hearing the things that would set me off. I just needed to be alone. No one could understand what I was going through right now.

My head was of fog while I drove, unable to feel anything but the splitting of my chest. My hands were shaking despite having a tight grip on the wheel.

When I got home, I locked the door and all but ripped my tie off. It felt like I was being strangled by it. I felt my body break and like an earthquake the ugly, body shaking sobs were running through me.

My eyes were a blur with tears as I sat down against the front door, just crying. It felt good. It didn’t ease the pain, the loss but it still somehow felt good. I didn’t realize how good it would feel until then.

I stayed there until I had no more tears left in me. Nothing left to give. I just had swollen, red eyes and tear stained cheeks. And I felt better. The lump was gone and my chest ached in a different way.

The drive to my parents home was a blur. I didn’t become present until my father was opening the door. I was surprised to see his face mirrored mine. The puffy eyes and drying cheeks. He could see I was the same. We both had that knowing feeling of what we were thinking so I croaked out, “The boys cry too.”

~DM

[johnohimagines]

When will you write something? I need ALAYM!! ☹😭

You gotta ask C for that I already have my next chapter written :(

~DM

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John O'Callaghan

Rock Sound Magazine

Photo by Stephen Denton

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Bad Behavior

Red lips. That was all I remembered. And the next thing I knew I was wearing that red lipstick. And after that I was in her bed and feeling okay all over, my chest barely able to stop heaving because of how void of all composure she had me. I had barely even had a second to breathe from the moment I saw this girl. I was in a whirlwind in a matter of point five seconds and I couldn't have seen it coming even if it hit me in the face. And it quite literally had. Just not my face. More like my side. 

I met this girl at a concert. I had been talking to Jared about the overpriced beer when I felt an elbow in my side. I moved on instinct before looking and came to face this girl, ready to apologize to me. Red lips. That was what I saw first. And then green eyes that mine could never compare to. Compared to her eyes mine were rocks while hers were emeralds. They transfixed me before I could take all of her in. Her button nose and sharp cheek bones were topped off with freckles all of over her face, even running down her neck, mahogany brown hair companioning them. She was quite literally the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. 

My mouth went dry and I barely processed that she was speaking to me, apologizing for elbowing me.

"N-No, it's fine."

And then I watching her give me a smile and continue on past me and I watched her go, not even hearing Jared calling my name. I wanted to follow her and get her name or number or just something. She had gone too fast.

"I'll be right back." I mumbled before walking off.

I looked for her and saw the brown hair and went right for it. She was stranding with a friend it seem and I watched her take a blunt from her friend, taking one and then two hits. 

Once I was there it seemed I didn't really have a plan. I just followed her. How was I going to just walk up to someone so beautiful and just ask for her name. That would be so weird. Jesus, John you're not even in her league. What the fuck was I thinking?

I was about to walk back to Jared when I heard someone say hey. It was her and I looked back to see her staring at me before motioning me over. My legs carried me to her and she smiled at me.

"What's your name?" It left her lips with a puff of smoke, the smell invading my senses. I didn't mind it one bit. Not when it was coming from her. 

"Uh I'm-I'm John."

"Well, John its not everyday that you elbow a handsome stranger in the ribs. I'm Zandria but everyone calls me Zan. Are you here for the band or for a good time? Because cigarettes after sex is my favorite song."

Little did I know her eccentric name was going to match her perfectly.

I'd called Jared to come over here with me and he brought our little group and we mixed with hers before the band came on. Except I barely stayed for two songs because Zandria was pulling me by the hand out of the venue and against the wall, kissing me and sharing her lipstick with me. I knew when she was guiding me against the wall that I was in danger. This girl was nothing I was familiar with.

She bit my lip gently before pulling away "Do you wanna go back to my apartment?"

"Yeah. Yeah I do." I said without looking away from her soft lips.

We drove my car there since she’d come with friends and the whole way there I kept telling myself that it was just mental and I shouldn’t overthink anything or second guess myself. I shouldn’t be nervous. It was just sex. 

I dipped my head down and attached my lips to her neck. I closed my eyes, letting myself bask in the pleasure of tasting her skin and feeling its smoothness on my lips. 

Seconds later her neck left my lips to melt into mine. The sound of kissing was the only sound that could be heard as she and I made out, her snaking her arms around my neck. She tasted like cinnamon.

I almost groaned when she was pulling away only for my jaw to slacked when I was watching her get down on her knees in front of me. This was actually about to happen. This had to be some sort of dream. This kind of stuff just didn’t happen to me.

She looked up to me and bit her lip before feeling me hard on through my jeans, rubbing over them. I stifled back a gasp but let out a groan instead, my hands wanting to thread into her hair. 

Pulling them down, she wet her lips upon seeing my cock and I helped with my shoes before pulling my shirt off while she finally took my hard cock in her hand. Fuck it seemed so much bigger in her hand. 

I groaned and threw my head back as she gripped me in her hand, the pressure creating pleasure. Zandria ran her hand up and down my shaft a few times before kissing the tip and licking the side, a warmth spreading into my stomach. To tease me even further, it seemed, she licked up and down the larger vein that ran on the underside of my cock. My hands went into my own hair, needing something to grip.

“Fuck.” I breathed, never so into a sexual experience before in my life. There was something about this girl that was alien to me. And I wanted to know everything about her.

She bobbed her head around my cock, plush lips leaving red all over it. When I said I wanted to wear her lipstick I never imagined it would be in this way. But, fuck, did it turn me on to to see her smudged red lips sucking my cock. Zandria giggled around me upon seeing how lost in it I was, barely able to think past her mouth. 

When she stood up, I swallowed, unsure of where she wanted to take it from here. I never really was the one who didn’t have control during sex. I always assumed that role without question. But Zan made me question everything and this was no exception. 

She backed away from me and toward the bed, our eyes locked. My mouth went dry when she started to take off her clothes, pulling her tight top off and onto the floor. I just watched as she undressed, stopping when she was only in her matching lace blue bra and panties. Something that I noticed then was that she had freckles all over her body. I bet if she were to take off her makeup they would be all over her face. I found it completely adorable.

“Don’t be so nervous, Johnny.” 

Nearly stumbling, I walked toward her, not sure what to do. I’d never been unsure like this and it scared me a little, if I was being honest.

She brought our lips back together, pulling me forward against her body. I was feeling every curve to her and I wanted more. My hands roamed her back and down, feeling her ass and cupping it, needing to get myself together and get some kind of control.

Zandria moaned softly and that sparked a fire in me to reach up and snap her bra open, making her gasp before laughing against our kiss.

“Smooth moves.”

And just when I thought I had taken back the control she was snatching it from my weak hands, and pushing me down onto the bed before straddling me, her bra gone. I looked up at her, swallowing, and wanting my mouth all over her body.

She grinned down at me so confidently and surely, her eyes low. It was one of the sexiest sights my eyes had ever been on.

Rolling her hips, she started a rhythm that I followed, our bodies moving together in a grind. I never had hated lace until that moment when they were the barrier between us. I wanted her and I wanted her bad. My cock was aching to feel her, throbbing even.

Se moaned and bit her lip, leaning back and straightening herself out. I watched with anticipation as she moved her panties aside and started to lower herself down onto my glistening cock.

The feeling when she moved down onto me was pure heaven. I couldn’t think of a better word for it than that. This wasn’t just sex. This was something else all together. It was like some mix of heaven and hell and pleasure and pain. My heart was racing and pounding against my chest, as if it wanted to get out and runaway.

Moaning softly, Zan hummed with eyes falling shut and just staying there for a second, taking it in. Then she rolled her hips, a sexy little mix of a moan and a gasp falling from her lips and sending a roll of pleasure into my gut.

“You feel so good, John.” 

And then she started to bounce slowly on top of me and all I could do was rub my face, trying to keep myself somewhat present to take it in but the feeling wanting to wash my mind blank. I desperately wanted to remember this because I was more than sure I wouldn’t be experiencing this again.

My hips bucked up on instinct and she let out a shaky moan, her top half leaning forward and her hands resting on my chest while she kept her lower half moving, not wanting to stop, I didn’t ever want her to stop either.

“Oh, baby, fuck.” she whimpered. “Just like that.”

I did it again, my body buzzing and excited from hearing how it affected her and she whined before moaning that same moan that drove me insane.

My hands gripped her hips a little tighter and she exhaled shakily, her hands reaching up to cup my face while her body rested on top of mine completely. She kissed me roughly, her tongue slipping into my mouth and making me moan into the kiss as both our hips met together.

Zandria made it briefer than I would have liked before she was sitting back up, ending the kiss, and bouncing again, hair wild around her face and skin glistening. She was a fucking sight to behold. It was almost as if she belonged in a museum; a sculpture hand crafted by Michelangelo himself.

Her chest heaved and I watched intently, feeling my muscles tighten everywhere. I was close and I had no idea if she was or not. I’d be damned if I came before her.

“F-Fuck it feels so good.” She moaned, her body moving on top of mine. I saw the way her eyes fell shut and how her skin was starting to flush. She was close, if not closer, than I was.

She fell forward again, her back arched and hands gripping my chest.

When I felt her walls contract around my cock I made myself think past letting go and I fucked up into her through it, taking great pride in her loud moans, one of them being my name.

I didn’t hold out for much longer and was seeing white stars and feeling white heat course through my body.

My chest was heaving when I came down and she had the smuggest look on her face before hopping off and going into the bathroom. 

What in the hell just happened to me? What did I ever do to deserve that to happen to me?

When she came out I went in, neither of us having spoken yet. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and part of me wanted to laugh. I had red smudged all over my mouth and chest from her lips. Her bad behavior turned me on despite putting me in danger. I wanted to face danger head on if she was it.

I came back out and she was fully naked, looking around for a shirt and I swallowed. She had the type of body that John Mayer wrote about; a wonderland. I hadn’t seen it at full view and it made me want to lavish her all over again and again.

She heard me and looked before her cheeks turned red and she quickly threw on my shirt, tugging it down hastily.

“Don’t tell me you’re shy.” I mused and she looked down. I caught sight of the freckles on her face and realized I was right. Without the makeup she had them all over her face.

“I’m not shy.” She mumbled, clearing her throat. “Just insecure.”

“Then don’t be.”

I strode up to her, my fingers tracing her freckles and she looked up at me with swollen lips from all our kissing. "Stay soft but don't be gentle."

That was how I ended up staying at her place until three or four am, her number in my phone and burning a hole through it. I just left her and I wanted to see her again already and wear her lipstick.

It only got stranger from there. I started to feel things I have never felt before when I was with her. I knew she was bad for me but I didn't care. I was taking a walk on the wild side.  

I brought Zandria some roses because they reminded me of her and to my surprise she liked them. I was softening her up without making her more gentle.  

"They reminded me of you."

"How so?"

"Roses should be inhaled in small doses to keep appreciation of their beauty, a lot like you."

Slowly she pulled me in more and more and I was soon inhaling her in the biggest doses. But then one day she pulled away from me in a way I didn't understand. I still saw her all the time, her bedroom as well, but it was different somehow. I found out why when I found another mans shirt in her room.

"I-I didn't know you were seeing someone else."

"I'm not seeing anyone. We're just having fun, John. If I want to have fun with other people you don't have to like it. You're free to go whenever you want."

I looked at her and nodded. "I'll stay for now."

I was more hurt than I let show. I had such strong feelings for her but because I'd never let her see them she felt that they weren't there. Maybe that was why she was seeing other guys. Or maybe she didn't feel anything for me and this really was just fun to her.

Not sure what to do, I kept seeing Zan. I didn't know how to stay away from her. That just wasn't an option for me. And with time she was sleeping with different guys nearly ever night. One morning I found that she had some guy's number written on her jeans in pen. 

Getting back into her bed where Zan was sitting on her knees, I cupped her face. "Zandria...you're worth so much more than this. Does this really make you happy? Having a different guy in your bed every week? None of them ever here long enough to know your name? Or even how you like your coffee?"

Zandria's face had fallen and she pushed my hands off. "Don't talk to me like some little girl that needs saving, John. I can do whatever I want."

"But you deserve so much more, Darlin'. Listen to me, I can give you all of that. You know I can. And I want to give it to you. You can't deny to me that you're happier when I'm around and that you're sad when I leave. You wouldn't have me over several times a week if you didn't want me around. I'm different from all those other guys and you know it."

She looked away and back to me. "You're asking for a chance?"

"Yes. Please, Darlin'. I love you and I just want to show it to you. You deserve someone that loves you."

And to my surprise, she looked me in the eyes and smiled "You're bad for me but I don't care. You're the best kind of bad behavior."

~DM