#John B smut

[mintyys-blog]

SUMMER FLING— john b. routledge x reader

WARNINGS: drinking, partying, hooking up

The salty breeze sweeps through your hair as you step onto the soft sand, the distant sound of waves crashing blending seamlessly with the bass of whatever song is blasting from the speakers near the bonfire. The beach is packed—locals and tourists alike, all here for the same reason: summer nights in the Outer Banks are legendary.

You take it all in—the flickering firelight dancing on sun-kissed faces, the laughter, the scent of salt and smoke in the air. You weren’t sure what to expect when you agreed to come with your friend, but there’s something electric about this place, this moment.

“You look lost,” a voice teases from beside you.

Turning, you find yourself face-to-face with a guy who looks like he belongs here—tanned skin, wavy hair tousled just right, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He’s grinning at you, a beer in one hand and the other tucked casually in the pocket of his swim trunks.

“I’m not lost,” you reply with a smirk. “Just… taking it all in.”

He nods, as if approving your answer. “First time on the island?”

“Is it that obvious?”

“The way you’re looking around? Yeah.” His grin widens. “Don’t worry, I’m an expert at making people feel at home. Name’s John B.”

John B. The name sounds familiar, but you brush it off. Maybe your friend mentioned him, or maybe he just has that kind of presence—the kind you feel before you even know who he is.

“I’m (Y/N),” you offer, and he raises his bottle slightly in a silent toast.

“So, (Y/N), are you more of a fire-dancing, ocean-swimming, or drinking-games kind of person?”

You laugh, watching as a group of people runs toward the waves, some already diving in while others cheer from the shore. “Maybe a mix of all three?”

“I like that answer.” He steps closer, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. “Tell you what—stick with me, and I’ll make sure this is the best summer of your life.”

There’s something about the way he says it that makes you believe him. Maybe it’s the confidence, or maybe it’s the way the whole island seems to hum with possibility. Either way, you find yourself smiling as you take the beer he offers and let him lead you toward the fire.

Maybe this summer really will be unforgettable.

As the night stretches on, you find yourself drawn to John B in a way you can’t quite explain. There’s something effortless about him—the way he laughs with his friends, how he seems to know everyone at the party, and the way he makes you feel like you belong here, even though you’ve only just arrived.

Sitting by the fire, you talk about everything and nothing—your life back home, how he grew up on the island, the best hidden spots in the Outer Banks. The conversation flows easily, the kind that makes time slip away without you realizing.

At some point, he stands, brushing the sand off his shorts before holding out a hand to you. “Come on,” he says, his voice low but full of promise.

You hesitate. “Where are we going?”

He grins, that mischievous spark in his eyes again. “You said you were a mix of all three, right? Time to prove it.”

Your pulse quickens as you let him pull you up, his grip warm and steady. He leads you away from the fire, toward the shoreline where the waves glisten under the moonlight. A few people are already in the water, splashing and laughing, but when John B turns to face you, it feels like you’re the only two people in the world.

“Last chance to back out,” he teases, already pulling his shirt over his head.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but stare—his skin is golden from the sun, his lean muscles defined in the firelight. He catches you looking, his smirk growing. “Like what you see?”

You shove him lightly, laughing. “Shut up.”

Before he can say anything else, you take a step forward and dive into the cool ocean, the saltwater rushing over your skin. When you surface, he’s right beside you, shaking his hair out of his face.

“Not bad,” he admits. “But now the real challenge—how long can you keep up?”

You spend what feels like forever in the water, racing through the waves, splashing each other, and laughing until your sides hurt. When you finally wade back onto shore, dripping and breathless, John B grabs a couple of towels from a cooler and hands one to you.

“You’re not like the other visitors,” he says after a moment, watching you as you dry off.

You glance at him. “Oh yeah? How so?”

He shrugs. “Most people come here and act like this place is just a vacation. Like it’s temporary. But you… you feel different.”

His words settle deep in your chest, warm and unexpected. “Maybe that’s because I don’t want this to feel temporary.”

John B’s eyes search yours, something unreadable passing through them. Then, before you can second-guess yourself, he reaches out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear. His touch lingers, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You sure you’re only here for the summer?” he asks, his voice quieter now.

You swallow, your heart hammering. “I don’t know yet.”

His gaze drops to your lips for the briefest moment, then back up to your eyes. “Well… I guess we’ll just have to make the most of it.”

And with that, the night feels like it belongs only to the two of you—like the summer itself is waiting to see where this will lead.

The air between you shifts. The sound of the waves fades, the laughter from the bonfire now a distant hum. It’s just you and John B, standing at the edge of the water, your skin damp, the ocean breeze sending a chill down your spine.

His fingers are still brushing against your cheek, his touch light but deliberate. Your breath catches as he steps closer, the warmth of his body cutting through the cool night air.

“You know,” he murmurs, his voice lower now, rougher. “You’re kinda messing with my head, (Y/N).”

You swallow, your heart hammering. “Oh yeah? How’s that?”

His lips curve into that smirk of his—the one that should probably come with a warning label. “I was planning on just having a good time tonight. A couple of drinks, a swim… not meeting someone like you.”

Your stomach flips, heat pooling low in your belly. “And what kind of person am I?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he lifts his hand, tracing a single finger along your arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “The kind that makes me want to forget about everything else,” he admits. “Just… be right here.”

The weight of his words settles between you, heavy and electric. You should probably say something—make a joke, tease him like he’s been teasing you all night. But you don’t. Instead, you reach up, tangling your fingers in the damp strands of his hair, pulling him just a little closer.

That’s all the encouragement he needs.

John B moves fast, like he’s been waiting for this moment all night. His hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him as his lips crash into yours. The kiss is urgent, messy in the best way, all heat and want and summer. You melt into him, fingers tightening in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours.

He groans softly, his grip on you tightening like he’s afraid you’ll slip away. But you’re not going anywhere. Not when he’s kissing you like this—like he’s starving for it, like you’re the only thing on his mind.

The waves lap at your ankles as he backs you up, his hands roaming over your bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You gasp against his lips when his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, just barely grazing your stomach.

“You okay?” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours.

Your chest rises and falls, your skin buzzing with anticipation. “More than okay.”

His smirk returns, this time slower, more deliberate. “Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.”

Before you can respond, he’s kissing you again—slower this time, savoring it. His hands explore your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The rest of the party might as well not exist. The only thing that matters is John B, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the way the night seems to stretch on forever.

And maybe, just maybe, you don’t want this summer to end after all.

John B’s lips are still on yours when he pulls you away from the shoreline, his fingers laced with yours as you weave through the crowd at the bonfire. You barely register the laughter and music around you—your pulse is too loud in your ears, your body too warm from his touch.

“You wanna get outta here?” he asks, his breath hot against your skin as he leans in close.

You nod, not trusting your voice.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he tugs you toward his bike, the sand cool beneath your feet. “Hold on tight,” he murmurs as he swings a leg over, patting the space behind him.

Without hesitation, you climb on, your arms wrapping around his waist. The second the engine rumbles to life, you press yourself against his back, feeling the heat of him through his damp skin. He smells like salt and sun, and something distinctly John B.

The ride is short but exhilarating, the wind whipping through your hair as he speeds down the empty roads. When he finally pulls up to a house—more of a shack, really—it feels like you’re stepping into his world completely. The Chateau.

“This is home,” he says, hopping off the bike and offering you a hand.

You take it, letting him pull you to your feet. The place is rugged but full of character, just like him. The porch creaks beneath your weight as you follow him inside, the scent of the ocean lingering in the air.

John B watches you as you take it all in, his eyes dark, his expression unreadable. “You sure about this?” he asks, his voice softer now, like he’s giving you an out.

Instead of answering, you step forward, your hands finding his chest as you push him back against the door. He exhales sharply, his eyes flickering with something wild before you press your lips to his.

The tension snaps.

John B groans against your mouth, his hands gripping your waist as he pulls you flush against him. The kiss is hotter now, desperate. His fingers slip under your shirt, trailing up your spine, making you shiver. He walks you backward, his lips never leaving yours, until the backs of your knees hit the couch.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs between kisses, his breath ragged.

You shake your head, tugging his shirt over his head before letting your fingers trace over the toned muscles of his stomach. “Not a chance.”

His response is immediate—he lifts you effortlessly, laying you down against the worn cushions as his body presses against yours. His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, his hands exploring every inch of you like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel.

And just like that, the night turns to fire—wild and untamed, just like him.

Somewhere in the haze of tangled limbs and breathless laughter, you realize something dangerous. You’re not just visiting the Outer Banks anymore.

Your mind is spinning.

You can’t believe this is happening—that you’re here, at the Chateau, tangled up with a guy you just met hours ago. It’s reckless, completely out of character. You’re the kind of person who overthinks, who second-guesses, who plays it safe. But with John B? It’s different.

It’s like there’s some invisible pull between you, something you can’t ignore even if you wanted to.

His lips trail along your collarbone, his hands mapping your body like he’s memorizing every inch of you. Heat coils in your stomach, a slow, burning ache, and when he presses his hips against yours, you gasp, fingers digging into his back.

“Jesus,” he mutters against your skin, his breath warm. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You let out a breathy laugh, your mind still racing, trying to process how you got here. But it doesn’t matter. Not when his hands slide up your sides, not when his lips find yours again, this time slower, deeper.

Your body moves instinctively, pressing against him, wanting more, needing more. Every touch, every kiss, feels electric, like the whole world outside this moment doesn’t exist.

His fingers slip beneath your shirt, tracing up your ribs, his touch featherlight but enough to set your skin on fire. You should stop, you should slow down—but you don’t want to.

“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” John B murmurs against your lips, his hands pausing just above your ribs, waiting.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding. “I—” You hesitate, the words catching in your throat. You don’t know how to explain it—the way you feel drawn to him, like gravity, like something inevitable. “I don’t do this,” you admit. “I don’t hook up with guys I just met.”

John B pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, his expression unreadable. For a second, you think he’s going to stop, but then his lips twitch into the faintest smirk. “Yeah?” he murmurs, brushing a thumb over your cheek. “Me either.”

You let out a soft scoff. “Liar.”

He grins, but there’s something different in his gaze now—something softer, more serious. “Okay, maybe I don’t overthink it,” he admits. “But this? You? Feels different.”

Your breath catches, his words hitting something deep inside you. You barely know him, but somehow, it does feel different. Like you were meant to be here, in this moment, with him.

Instead of answering, you pull him down into another kiss, slow and deliberate, letting yourself get lost in the way he feels, the way he fits against you.

Maybe it’s crazy. Maybe you’ll wake up tomorrow and wonder what the hell you were thinking.

But right now? Right now, you don’t care.

Right now, you just want him.

John B exhales sharply as your fingers dig into his back, his body pressing against yours, his warmth seeping into your skin. The space between you disappears, replaced by heat, by need, by something neither of you fully understand but don’t dare question.

His lips move against yours, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. Your breaths mingle, shallow and uneven, your heart racing as he trails kisses along your jaw, down your neck, his hands exploring, learning, memorizing. You moan his name, as he thrusts his hips into you. Your nails raking down his back, leaving angry marks.

You’re completely lost in him—lost in the way he feels, the way he touches you like he’s known you forever.

And then, everything blurs into sensation.

The sound of rain pattering against the tin roof, the flickering candlelight casting soft shadows across the room, the cool sheets tangled around your legs. The warmth of his body, the weight of him, the way he breathes your name like it’s the only thing that matters.

Time ceases to exist.

There’s only this—only him.

And for the first time in a long time, you stop thinking. You stop second-guessing. You let yourself get swept away in the feeling, in the pull between you that you can’t explain but don’t want to fight.

And when it’s over, when you’re both breathless and tangled together in the quiet aftermath, you realize something dangerous.

This wasn’t just some reckless summer fling. This was the start of something you weren’t ready to walk away from. Even if you only had the summer.

The soft sound of rain on the roof and the distant crash of waves lull you into the deepest sleep you’ve had in ages. The warmth beside you is comforting, grounding, and every time you shift, John B instinctively pulls you closer, his arm heavy over your waist.

It’s early—too early—when the peace is shattered by loud knocking at the front door.

“Maybe he’s still sleeping?” Kiara’s voice filters through the quiet morning air.

JJ snorts. “I’m gonna wake him. You two wait here.”

You stir slightly, still half-asleep, as you hear the front door creak open. There’s the sound of footsteps, then— BAM.

The bedroom door swings open with way too much enthusiasm.

“Wakey wakey, Johnny boy—”

You jolt awake, a gasp ripping from your throat as you scramble to yank the covers to your chest. Your heart is pounding, heat rushing to your face as you come face-to-face with a very stunned JJ.

John B groans beside you, barely stirring until you slap his shoulder, hard. “John B,” you hiss.

He grumbles something incoherent before cracking one eye open, only to immediately curse and pull the covers higher over both of you. “Jesus, JJ!”

JJ’s eyes go wide as realization slaps him in the face. “Oh—oh, shit!” He throws his hands up in surrender, backing out of the room. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your… activities—”

“Dude, get out!” John B groans, dragging a pillow over his face.

JJ is already gone, retreating quickly as he slams the door shut behind him.

You exhale sharply, your heart still racing. “Oh my God,” you mumble, running a hand down your face. “That just happened.”

John B turns his head toward you, a sleepy smirk pulling at his lips. “So much for a peaceful morning.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Meanwhile, outside, JJ strolls back onto the porch, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Well,” he announces, “John B appears to have a little visitor. A lady of the night, if you will—”

Kiara slaps him on the arm. “Dude! Did not need to know details!”

Pope groans, shaking his head. “You’re the worst.”

JJ just grins, glancing back at the house. “I gotta say, didn’t think Johnny B would be the first one to cuff up for the summer.”

Back inside, John B lets out a dramatic sigh, turning onto his back. “You think they’re gone?”

You shake your head. “Doubt it.”

He grins, turning his gaze back to you. “Wanna stay in bed a little longer anyway?”

Your cheeks heat, but there’s no denying the pull toward him, the way you already feel like you belong here.

“Yeah,” you say softly, curling into his side. “I think I do.”

And even with the chaos outside, the morning suddenly feels perfect.

[raekensluver]

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[rubiehart]

cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

[sexilene]

thinking ab john b with a sleepy girlfriend....😇😇

yesss omigod!! 🧸💞 let him set a bedtime for you n everything!! (ignore any spelling mistakes sorryyy lol!!)

the pogues had thrown jj a little stupid “luau” birthday party over at the boneyard, and a bunch of people ended up showing up, a night of drinking, sticky s’mores, and messin’ around. even after the sun had set, the partying hadn’t ended, at some point, you’re seated on john b’s lap to keep you from wandering around with people you don’t know. you do this often, situating yourself in his arms and waiting until he’s done with his conversations- really to give you attention. and of course, you are included in the conversations and are normally pretty well-behaved! but with the hour boarding at 10:00 at night it's known that around this time you get frisky and impatient.

usually, you’d be in bed by now, or getting pounded into the mattress by your boyfriend, so it only makes sense that you’d be a little tired and needy. your head lolls into the crook of his neck, eyes beginning to droop closed. and john b takes immediate notice, his hand coming up to pull your top up from any more cleavage or “helping his baby out” as he puts it. your frosty white nails scratching softly skin on his arm, the arm holding you tightly against him.

“can’t believe i’m still up this late…” you whisper, knowing he’d hear you

“neither can i, you're usually passed out by this time.” he coos and presses a kiss to your temple, bouncing you on his leg a bit

you smile at his words, your sleepy brain responding with what you would hope to convince him that you're still awake, aka still responsive enough for sex… “m’ still awake though, s’such a nice party.” yeah? you're slurring a little honey…” he hums,

at some point he can tell you’re starting to get antsy, wiggling so that your cunt could get some sort of friction against his thigh and that’s when he decides it's time to get you home. and as soon as your makeup is off and teeth are brushed he’s carrying you over his shoulder into his room. john b helping you peel off your skirt and lifting your pretty top over your head, knowing that you needed to be absolutely naked at this very moment.

“can we have sex now?” you whisper, big wide puppy eyes staring up at your boyfriend.

“sorry baby but no can do. past your bedtime.” he winces, giving your ass a light pat to get you on the bed.

“whatever happened to birthday sex!?” you pout, climbing onto the messy sheets of the bed, patting the spot next to you so that your boyfriend could get the hint.

“it’s jj’s birthday, not ours.” he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his t-shirt over his head revealing to you his pretty v line and happy trail. your eyes drift downwards waiting for him to strip off his pants next. “well that’s gotta count,” you shrug, laying your head back against your pillow.

“hate to break it to ya bubba but it doesn’t.”

“please!!! i’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life!!” you whine and climb on top of him once he lays down beside you in nothing but boxers.

“okay well, that's a little dramatic…”

“please please please pretty please johnbee!” you grind your now slippery wet cunt on his bulge, making the fabric of his boxers wet with an obvious little spot.

“you sure? it’s- 10:43…you need your beauty rest right?” he tries to soothe your aching by pressing your body down onto him, his big rough hands squeezing the doughy flesh of your ass as gently as he can. “no, wanna make you feel good.” you shake your head and bring your lips over to the side of his neck to give him a bunch of kisses. its is so beyond easy to get him to give in on something like this!!

and the next thing you know you are on top of him, cowgirl style as he helps you bounce on his cock by lifting you up and down by your ribs, his thumbs brushing over your hard nipples every now and then to give you a shockwave of pleasure. “big- big- so bi- johnnyyyy” you could almost drool at how massive he feels inside you, no matter how many times you fuck, you could never full be used to the size of your boyfriend's huge dick. he can tell by the way you can’t make full sentences that you're starting to get cockdrunk and on top of that….sleepy.

“you getting sleepy now bub?” john b hums, flicking your nipples with his thumb a couple of times,

“noooo…”

“yeeaah, she’s getting sleepy on me…” he says while he smiles that sweet sleepy smile.

“m’not! wanna keep doin’ this,” “m’i bouncing good?” you shake your head as tears spill out of your eyes, streaming down your face, and john b knows you're not crying because of pain, it's just what happens when you feel really good.

“super good sweetheart, feel like cumming?” he coos, bringing his hands down to grip your ass, and surely there is gonna be some obvious handmark bruising and soreness on your poor pretty ass in the morning.

“uh huh!”

“sh sh sh, just close your eyes puppy, and cream all over me, cover my cock.” john b takes the opportunity that your body is going weak due to your approaching orgasm and thrusts up into you unbelievably harder and deeper. as soon as your boyfriend hears your cute little high pitched moans escape your lips he knows that within seconds your tight walls are pulsing around him, cumming down hard on his dick, and that’s exactly what happens. you can feel his warm cum shoot up into your tummy, smiling at the feeling, knowing your boyfriend pretty much cums bucketssss!!

you hide your flushed sweaty face in the crook of his neck, your hands still gripping his shoulders with ferocity. john b then hears your breathing return to normal, rubbing your back with soft motions.

“did daddy tire his girl out? hmm? finally ready to get some shut eye huh bubba?”

“feel so full right now, wish we could stay like this forever…” john b continues to rub your back and nod at your drowsy mumbling, and you know you could pass out right in this very moment and he’d take care of you.

ᥫ᭡. ᥫ᭡.

[rafesangelita]

♡ staring at bluecollar!johnb’s happy trail

warnings: domestic fluff, brief flashback, suggestive ending

a/n: finally got around to writing more of bluecollar!johnb i hope you all love it! read more about bluecollar!johnb here <3

“babe, ‘you get me another beer?” humming sweetly from the kitchen, you grabbed an ice-cold can out of the fridge and took it over to where john b had himself set up on the recliner in the living room, his jeans hanging low on his hips as some sports show played noisily in the background. he popped the small thing open with one finger, flashing you a wink before pinching the soft curve of your ass that peeked out of your shorts. “john!” you acted offended, swatting his hand away just in time to hide the smile playing on your lips.

returning to your spot behind the kitchen counter, you let your eyes fall on the burly man who sat just a few feet away from you, your gaze raking down his shirtless form until it hit the line of hair that started just right underneath his belly button and continued its way down into his underwear. john b was so swole from all of his long days of hard work, you couldn’t help but appreciate the sight. you sighed dreamily as if you didn’t have your mouth stuffed full of his cock last night, his tame hair tickling the skin of your nose as you took him until he hit the base of your throat.

taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you imagined having his large hands push your head further down onto his length until you couldn’t take another inch between your lips, his grunts and cursed groans echoing in the back of your mind. you were so engrossed with your man that you didn’t even see that john b was staring back at you with the same intensity in his eyes. you knew how to make him feel so appreciated for everything he did. hot meals, a spotless house that you turned into a home, sex every night.. he was living the dream.

pretending to yawn, john b stretched, jutting his hips out as his arms raised above his head, your gaze faltering as his v-line was now exposed. swallowing thickly, you blinked away, your head swimming with even more dirtier thoughts than before. finishing off his beer, john b got up as he crushed the can in his hand, his broad figure towering over your own as he caged you between his arms. “you got some wandering eyes.” he spoke low, the bass in his voice making your cheeks heat. “i don’t know what you’re talking about..” you played coy, your resolve crumbling once you felt his lips latch onto your neck.

“don’t get shy now,” he teased, “i’m off today, you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

[cameronsprincess]

Sharing is Caring — J.B x JJ x Reader

— summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.

— CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.

— note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. here’s jb x jj x reader bc why not😈 also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn… sue me. that’s not me saying reader is white, i just couldn’t find any other pics of two guys n a girl.

You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didn’t share, except for you.

John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl… Until now.

You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, “Babe, JJ really needs us both.. He’s been going through it, a lot worse than usual..”

You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but he’d made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.

And that’s what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.

“Thank you, thank you both..” JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.

You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. “Shhh, you know we’re here for you, J. Always. Let’s take your mind off everything, yeah?”

He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.

“She’s so pretty, JB.” JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.

John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. “Yeah, I know. Enjoy it, she’s here to help you.”

JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.

You moan softly, JJ’s lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John B’s hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JB’s fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.

“Fuck, John B, need more, please.” you beg, bucking your hips upward.

John B’s lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Let’s let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?”

You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. “You ain’t gotta let me if you don’t-” JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

“No, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.”

JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damnit. She’s so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?”

John B nods his head slowly. “Course. We’re here to help you, JJ. Go on. She’s so fucking sweet.”

JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.

A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John B’s deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. “You good, Jay?” JB would ask.

JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.

He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, “Fuck, she is so sweet.” He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John B’s thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.

John B gives him a small grin, “Just gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.”

JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, “Ass in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.”

You quickly obey your boyfriend’s demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.

John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. You’d never get over how big your boyfriend was.

John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. “That’s it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.”

You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriend’s length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJ’s tongue was giving you once more.

The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJ’s fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. “I- ‘m gonna cum, J, shit!”

You moan loudly around John B’s cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJ’s tongue and fingers.

John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.

You feel John B’s cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJ’s tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.

“Fffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.” John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.

You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John B’s lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.

“Thank y’all… I feel.. A lot better.” JJ says softly.

John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. “Of course, you know we’re always here for you man.”

You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

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[bbearthyy]

JJ and John B have shared everything since they were 8

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this is just a lil something i was thinking about this morning and figured i could write to ring in the new year. it’s kinda short sorry😭

Smut!!! MDNI

they’d figured it out very quickly - how to share things. john b shared with jj because he could, jj shared with john b because he had to. they both knew this and were perfectly fine with it.

the first time jj slept over at the chateau they shared the bed. jj was supposed to sleep on the couch but there was a thunderstorm roaring outside, and the noise terrified him. jj poked his head into john b’s room seeking comfort and before he knew it he was waking up, cuddled so closely to john b in his small twin bed that it was hard for them to decipher where one ended and the other began. it became instinct at that point. every morning that they woke up together (which was almost every morning, as long as jj snuck back into his home before his dad awoke) john b would give jj his clothes to wear, and jj would give john b a hat to borrow. they shared a plate at breakfast when food was low, shared toothpaste, and of course all of john bs toys were jjs as well. and as they grew older they shared bigger things, such as their vehicles, beers, their surf boards, girls.

so it should come as no surprise that they had to share you. john b never understood how jj bagged a girl as pretty as you, but he couldn’t think too much on it right now. couldn’t think at all really. your back was pressed against his chest, arm reached behind you to jerk him off. your legs were spread wide, jj’s strong hands pinning your thighs to the bed as he ate you like a man starved. you didn’t think he could get any deeper, but john b reached out anyways, placing a firm hand on the back of jjs head and pushing, forcing jj to press even further into you. you wanted to pull away, worried that the blonde couldn’t breathe, but by the time you could grasp a coherent thought you were cumming. your juices spilled all over jjs face, meanwhile john bs hand kept him pressed into you, giving the blonde no where to go, not that he would’ve pulled away if he could. your hand kept stroking john bs thick cock even as your orgasm rushed through you, and he soon was cumming too, release spilling over your back. it was lucky your long hair was pulled up into an updo, otherwise it would’ve been ruined by john bs massive load.

you were still awake, fighting the aftershocks of your orgasm, but your eyes were fluttering shut. jj took note of this once he was able to pull back from your center, reaching a hand up to swiftly but gently tap the side of your face. “hey,” he mumbled, “don’t forget about me sweet girl. papa j needs some loving too.” he sealed the deal with a kiss, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before he pulled away. you giggled at his words, body going lax as he picked you up, laying you back onto the bed on your stomach beside john b. jj spread your legs, squeezing your thighs as a silent way of saying keep them open. john b laid down beside you, hand gently caressing your cheek and murmuring words of praise as jj stripped out of his shorts. your eyes had closed once more, relaxing under john bs gentle touch and kind words, but abruptly snapped right back open. jj has his thick cock in his hand, smacking the heavy tip against your clit. you moaned out, making the blonde chuckle. “oh baby,” he began, “i haven’t even done anything yet.” but it didn’t matter. because then he was reaching up with his other hand to grab your hip, the hand on his cock pushing it forward, forcing his way into your gummy walls. “fuck mama,” jj panted out, clearly wanting to say more but being unable to after feeling your wetness around him. the blonde began moving immediately, heavy sack smacking against your clit with every thrust. you were soaked, arousal spilling out all over jjs cock. his eyes rolled back into his head, hips slamming harder into yours. john b reached out, grabbing onto jjs hand to pull the boy back into reality. the blonde smiled gratefully, looking at his best friend, before his head turned towards yours. “‘m gonna fucking ruin you.”

[eternalxvenus]

༻ room for one more? ༺

summary: after many failed dates, you begin to give up on the dating scene until Sarah and John B give you an interesting proposal.

cw: smut 18+, sarah x f!reader x john b, threesome, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, praise, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, good girl, baby), brief drug use, lmk if i missed any!

wc: 3.6k

notes: thank you to the lovely @juniebugg for giving me this amazing idea, i loved writing it and hope i did it justice 🙏🏽

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The sun was setting but the day was still hot, a soft wind tickling your skin. You were lying on your towel, opting to enjoy the last few rays of the sun with Kie. JJ, Pope, John B, Cleo, and Sarah were all in the water swimming and playing around. You all had a rough week for different reasons and so JJ called for a mandatory beach day.

As you dozed in and out, listening to the sound of the waves, Kie nudged your side softly. "So... how is the whole dating thing coming along?"

Even though she was genuinely curious, you couldn't help the sting of embarrassment as you tried not to groan. "Not so great. I have a date with Kelce tomorrow, but I'm not over the moon excited." You turned to look at Kie through your sunglasses with a tight smile. "If this one doesn't work out, I'm giving up."

Her nose scrunched up in mild disapproval. "Kelce? I didn't think you'd go for someone in that circle.

Truth be told, you usually wouldn't. Even though the whole Kooks vs Pogues thing isn't as relevant anymore, some Kooks were still stuck in their old ways. "Me either. He came up to me and started a conversation at the boneyard a couple nights ago and asked for my number. Now we suddenly have a date at the country club," you sighed with a shrug.

"Even if it doesn't go well, don't stress it. You don't have to push a relationship anytime soon– you're still young."

You sat up and turned onto your back, deciding to take a nap while you could. "Easy for you to say. You have JJ, Cleo has Pope, and Sarah has John B. I'm the odd one out." Kie gave you a solemn smile but didn't say anything else, which you were thankful for.

A few hours later, everyone was out of the water, and the wind picked up leaving goosebumps on their wet skin. While everyone was drying off, Kie woke you up and said it was time to go.

You asked John B to take you home because you had plans tomorrow. As everyone laughed and joked around with one another, you couldn't bring yourself to be in a cheerful mood knowing they each had their special person within the group.

Once you were home, you immediately took a warm shower to try and let the warm water relax you. It did somewhat, but it didn't stop your brain from overthinking. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning in bed, one melatonin later, you finally were able to fall asleep and stay asleep.

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The room was unbearably hot when you woke up. You flung the covers off you as you wiped the light sheen of sweat from your forehead. You'd left the window open, and your AC wasn't on. With an irritated groan, you got up and closed the window. Wanting to cool down your room as quick as possible, you turned the AC on as low as it could go.

You checked your phone and saw a few missed messages.

Kie: have fun on your date, lmk how it goes!

Sarah: if you aren't busy later come swing by the chateau :)

Kelce: morning, i'll be there at 1 to pick you up for lunch. can't wait to see you.

You sent in your replies and got ready for your date with Kelce. Light makeup and a cute but simple white dress. As you grabbed it from your closet, you saw the red dress you shoved in the back with the price tag still attached. You'd bought it impulsively while shopping with the girls one day but had never worn it. 

It was a mid-thigh deep cherry red with a slit and showed off your cleavage perfectly—according to Sarah, at least. It had never seen the outside of your closet, no matter how many times your friends tried to make you wear it. You never felt like you could truly pull it off.

There were five minutes to spare when you'd finally finished up. As you were spraying your perfume a text from Kelce came in letting you know he was outside. You grabbed your purse and met him outside, where he sat in his car.

A small sigh left your lips. He didn't bother to meet you at the door. Perhaps he wasn't the gentleman type. You got into his expensive car, the leather seat cool from the AC blasting on high.

"Ready to go?" He asked, giving you a once over. You nodded softly and gave him a small smile. Neither of you spoke much the entire ride there. You sat on your phone checking social media, playing games, anything to pass the time.

Kelce parked in front of the country club and beckoned you to follow him. He led you to the outdoor patio that connected to a restaurant. After a waiter sat you both and you ordered drinks, Kelce started the conversation.

"So, is this your first time at the country club?."

"Uh... yeah, it is."

"What do you think of it?" he said, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of him.

You shrugged, "It's nice, I can see why people come here." There was a beat of silence and you knew this date wasn't going to be the best.

"Honestly, I'm surprised we're here right now. I never thought I'd be taking a pogue on a date at the country club. But you're really hot, so I've got no complaints."

His statement made you internally roll your eyes. "Right..."

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You were back home, feet aching slightly from your shoes, and the heat was making you feel groggy and gross. The date was not good. All Kelce could talk about was himself, the kook life, and how he wanted to bring you to a party at Topper's next week. You declined. He also made slick remarks about you being a pogue which pissed you off.

You: hey sarah, i'll be over in a bit.

She sent a thumbs to your message. You got in your car and made your way to the chateau. When you pulled up, you saw John B out by the deck. 

Inside you could see Sarah walking around so you went in to greet her.

"Hey, I'm here," you said knocking on the door as you walked inside. 

"Hey! Glad you could make it." She sat the plates she was holding into the cabinet and motioned for you to sit. She came over and sat next to you on the couch as you both got comfortable. "Kie mentioned you had a date… how did it go?"

You picked at your nails and shook your head. "Not too great."

Sarah hummed sympathetically. "Well, Kelce isn’t as interesting as he makes himself out to be." You both laughed as you nodded in agreement.

You laid back on the couch letting your head fall back. "When is everyone else coming?" assuming Sarah or John B had something planned for everyone tonight.

"Actually, I only invited you. John B and I wanted to talk to you about something," she sighed. You felt nervousness bloom in your stomach as she stood up. "I'm gonna go get John B, just sit tight."

While waiting for them to come back your mind was wandering, not sure what could be so important that they had to talk to you together and in person. The door swung open and Sarah walked back in with John B right behind her. No one spoke as they pulled up two chairs and sat in front of you on the couch. John B gave a soft smile which helped your nerves just a little.

"Okay so," Sarah spoke up. "We weren't really sure how to go about this so just bear with me here. You're one of our best friends and we've spent a lot of time together over the years..."

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, almost drowning out Sarah's voice. Please don't tell me they don't want to be friends anymore, you thought to yourself.

"Anyways, me and John B have been talking. We both find you attractive obviously. And we wanted to invite you to bed with us! Like a threesome." Sarah had a smile on her face and your eyes widened.

"W-what? You want to have a threesome? With me?" They both nodded.

"Basically, me and Sarah had been talking and we asked each other who we'd want to hook up with if we were single. To our surprise we both said you, so we figured why not just ask."

Your face felt burning hot with shyness and embarrassment. You'd only had sex one time and it wasn't all that great. You and your boyfriend at the time had wanted to lose your virginities to each other but neither of you knew what you were doing.

Sarah's hand grabbed yours and pulled you out of your swarming thoughts. "You don't have to answer right now." She was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly. "Go home and just think about it. We'll be waiting patiently for your answer— no pressure at all, okay?"

The air in the room felt a little less heavy. You knew they wouldn't force you or be mad if you decided not to. "Okay," you said with a small smile.

They both hugged you, walked you to your car, and waved you off home. On the ride back, all you could think about was whether you should accept or not. You weren't experienced and didn't want to disappoint them.

You were laying in bed but once again couldn't sleep. You decided to take a few hits of the weed pen JJ had given you a while back, it's lasted you a while since you only use it when you can't sleep or need to relax.

Once you felt the high encompassing your mind you laid down and closed your eyes. Your mind drifted to the thought of being in bed with Sarah and John B. With that, you fell asleep.

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It had been three days since your threesome invitation. You had thought about it a lot. Even though you hadn't spoken to Sarah and John B directly, you all still talked in the group chat with everyone else like normal.

It was still early in the morning when you texted Sarah.

You: hey are you and John B up yet?

20 minutes later, you got a reply.

Sarah: good morning! i am but he's still sleeping lol. what's up?

You: i've given it some thought and i wanna do this but are you sure? i'm not the most experienced when it comes to all that

Sarah: i'm so happy! thank you for trusting us and don't worry we'll both be there to guide you. are you free tonight?

You said yes and she told you to come over at 7. That gave you 11 hours to completely freak out before heading over there.

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The warm air from outside blew into your car as you sat outside the chateau, trying to give yourself a mini pep talk. They suggested that you come in loungewear, so you wore shorts and a cropped tank top with no bra, all things considered.

You went up and knocked on the door and waited. John B came and greeted you with a hug. He didn't hide the fact that he was taking in your body. 

"Hey, come in. Sarah's finishing up in the shower so she should be out in a few minutes." With a brief nod, you followed him inside.

It was so weird, normally the chateau felt like a second home. You'd help yourself to whatever and never felt out of place. This time it was the complete opposite. You didn't want to touch anything or sit without someone telling you to. You felt like a guest, who was visiting for the first time.

John B sensed your nervousness and gave you a smirk. "Don't get all shy now sweetheart, we haven't even started. Speaking of which, is there anything you wanna do? We could have some takeout, watch a movie, anything really."

You gave him a puzzled look. "I thought we were going to... you know."

"I love your enthusiasm," he chuckled. "We are, but Sarah and I both thought it'd be best to ease into it rather than just jump right in. We want this to be as comfortable as possible for you."

It was the little things like this that reminded you that these are your best friends. They knew you like the back of their hand and wanted this to be enjoyable for you and them. "A movie sounds nice," you said with a smile.

A little while later you were all sat on the couch watching some random movie that you'd picked. It wasn't all that good but you were still tuned in. Your eyes glanced away from the TV when you felt Sarah's hand start grazing the inside of your thigh. She was still facing forward almost as if nothing was happening. You looked back at the TV and spread your legs a little wider.

It was summer, entirely too hot for any blankets— even with the cool air of the AC blowing— so if John B looked, he'd see what was happening. The light, teasing touches went on for a few more minutes and you could feel yourself getting more and more worked up. You were ready to break the silence and ask for more until you felt John B's lips on your neck. A soft gasp slipped past your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

"This okay?" he muttered against your neck, and you nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl."

You managed to whimper out a soft 'Yes' which encouraged them both to keep going. Sarah's hand moved higher, lightly rubbing you through your shorts. A moan slipped from your pouty lips at the contact and you tried grinding your hips against her hand for more stimulation. "Let's go to the bed," Sarah whispered.

The short walk was filled with little kisses and light touches, none of you wanted to stop even for a second. Sarah instructed you to take off your clothes and lay on the bed. She and John B did the same as she sat behind you and John B positioned himself in between your thighs.

"Fuck... your pussy is dripping." You attempt to close your legs but he has a strong grip on your thighs. "Don't try and hide yourself, I wanna see everything."

Sarah brought her hands up to massage your tits, your nipples feeling painfully hard. "John B is gonna use his mouth to make you feel good, okay?"

"Okay– oh!" He wasted no time licking a long stripe to collect your arousal on his tongue.

"How does she taste baby?" Sarah asked. You could hear the lust and neediness in her voice. "She's so fucking sweet, like candy." John B couldn't help but moan as he continued to move his tongue in and out of your hole. You felt one of Sarah's hands leave your breast to touch herself behind you. Her soft moans make you even more turned on.

John B brought his mouth to your clit and sucked hard. That was all it took to have you falling over the edge in pleasure. One hand squeezed Sarah's arm while the other tugged on John B's brown tresses. Your moans filled the room as you rode out your first orgasm of the night.

Sarah replaced your spot in front of John B and once again he wasted no time lapping at her essence. Once she reached her peak John B didn't stop he was pushing her into overstimulation and instructed you to hold her legs open.

"John B! Please– ohmygod– it's too much!" she tried to push his head away but he didn't budge until he pulled another orgasm from her. You watched in amazement as she started to squirt making a mess of the bed and his face. He wore your combined juices proudly, not bothering to wipe any of it off. 

You leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Fuck Sarah you look so hot like this, squirting all over the place, being so messy." She whimpered at your words as John B finally gave her some reprieve.

She pulled you down so your lips collided with hers in a heated bruising kiss. Her tongue swiped across your lip and made its way into your mouth massaging your tongue.

In the corner of your eye, you saw John B stroking his hard cock slowly. Sarah noticed as well and gave you a smirk. "Let's show him how thankful you are for making you cum."

John B positioned himself up against the headboard and Sarah brought you face to face with his length. "Grab the base and take him into your mouth. He likes it really messy," She whispered while keeping her gaze on him. You followed her instructions and did your best to please him.

Once you'd taken as much as you could into your mouth, a light gag leaving your throat, he groaned. "Fuuuuck, that's it, take it all in that tight little throat." You went at your own pace for a bit, then Sarah took over gagging you on his cock at a brutal pace. Your eyes watered and there was spit and drool all over your chin and his pelvis. John B's thighs tensed and without warning his load filled your throat forcing you to swallow it all. 

You coughed a bit and Sarah rubbed your back soothingly while you and John B caught his breath. "You did so good baby." She went to kiss your neck and caress your body.

The praise did things to you. "Thank you." John B pulled you against him and kissed you deeply. "Do you wanna keep going, sweetheart?" John B muttered against your lips. The room felt so hot in combination with all the body heat and the summer air. You were definitely spent, but you wanted to go again. "I want you inside, please."

He nodded and moved you down to straddle him. Sarah moved to sit on his face, facing you. She moaned, feeling his tongue on her clit again. You sink down on his length feeling completely and utterly full. Sarah pulled you in for a kiss as you rocked your hips in a slow rhythm.

The stimulation on your clit from grinding felt delicious, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. One look at Sarah and you could tell she was close too. "I wanna cum together," you whispered against her lips. "Okay, together." she nodded. John B pushed his hips up to get impossibly deeper and gave a harsh such on Sarah's clit, pushing you both over the edge.

You both collapsed onto the bed, your body completely worn out. Sarah and John B left kisses and comforting touches anywhere they could, telling you how well you did and that they were so proud. Their voices faded away as sleep overtook you.

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A month after your night with Sarah and John B things couldn't have been better. You'd spent many pleasure-filled nights at the chateau. They were always showing you something new and making you feel so good. There were even times when it would be just one of them if the other was busy or not around.

You weren't expecting the text from Sarah asking you to come over considering you were just there two days ago. She asked you the wear that red dress which made you even more confused.

Walking into the chateau, not bothering to knock, you saw the table with lots of food and a candle adorning the middle of the table. "What's all this?" you questioned. John B and Sarah both turned from their spot in the kitchen and greeted you. 

"We wanted to do something special to thank you, you look beautiful by the way," he said leading you to the empty chair. They sat down at the table and you could tell something was coming up. Even Sarah looked a bit nervous. Maybe they were going to end things.

"So, we don't want to keep you here with this uncertainty. We did all these because this past month has been amazing. You've always been a great friend and I think– we think– doing this has made us incredibly closer." You nod in agreement. "We want you to be our girlfriend. We'll be an official polyamorous couple. I don't want to have to give you up to someone else and neither does Sarah. We want you to be ours and we'll be yours completely."

You felt like the wind had been sucked out of you. They wanted you to be their girlfriend. Before you could say anything Sarah chimed in. "Sorry if this seems sudden and we understand if you want to keep things how they are. You don't have to have an answer–"

"Of course I would," you cut her off with a wide smile. You could see the worry leave both of their faces. "God I love you." Sarah laughed leaning over to place a kiss on your cheek, John B following suit.

The rest of the night was spent having an amazing dinner and even better sex with your new partners. Never in a million years did you think this would be your life but you loved it and you loved them. They were your best friends and lovers wrapped in one.

likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[maybanksprincess]

thank me later - J.M

pairings: pervy bsf! jj x innocent reader

warnings: mdni, oral sex (fem recieving), pet names, soft dom! jj, sub! reader, orgasm denial.

JJ was sitting laying in your bed, while you sit at your vanity adjusting your pretty pink bows in your hair, as your face scrunches up in a focused expression.

as you get your bows to the way you like, you grab your strawberry scented lip gloss, applying a layer to your lips and rubbing them together.

you turn you head to jj, speaking softly "jayjay, does my hair look good?" you ask innocently, not having a clue about the thoughts hes having right now. about how he wanted to throw u on the bed and give u orgasm after orgasm "yeah baby, looks real good." he mutters out.

you giggle and stand up, walking over and cuddling real close to his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, adjusting his cargo shorts a little

this doesn't go unnoticed by you, and you speak softly "jayy..what are u doing with ur shorts?" you look up at him with innocent eyes

"nuthin' sweetcheeks, dont worry your pretty little head about it." he presses a kiss to your forehead, looking at the way ur top showed ur cleavage, biting back a groan, he shifts the way he's laying slightly.

you decide to let it go, and not say anything. you continue to cuddle up to him while he traces little patterns on your back.

jj had stolen your panties and bras multiple times while he was over, the following night he would jerk off countless times into them, getting them all sticky and creamy with his seed.

he would never wash them, or return them. they were his

eventually, you start to feel a pooling between your legs. you dont know what it is, you've never had sex or masturbated.

you didnt know what caused it. maybe it was the way jj manspreaded, or the way hes so effortlessly attractive. but you couldnt help but think what it would be like for jj to help the pooling between your legs.

your lost in your thoughts, and your thighs involuntarily clench together, making jjs gaze fall to your thighs. his lips slowly curved into a smirk, knowing what his innocent girl was thinking about.

"whatcha thinkin' about sweetheart?" his country accent lingering in his words

his voice drawls you out of your thoughts. you noticed the way your thighs were clenched, and you unclench them, letting out a nervous laugh. "sorry, was just thinking" you say softly

"yeah? about what sweetie?" his smirk deepens

you pause for a moment, and look at him with those innocent eyes. "what does it mean if u feel wet stuff between ur legs jayjay?"

he knew he had you right where he wanted you. "means you need someone to take care of you sweetheart, you want me to take care of you?"

you bite your bottom lip slightly, "yes.."

he sits up, and gently pushes you onto your back on the bed. he hooks his finger into the waistband of your cute little skirt.

"can i take this off baby?" he asks gently

you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and he knew that. you mumble out a quick "mhm." and watch him start to remove your skirt and panties

he groans at the sight of your bare pussy in front of him "let me know if this feels good baby, aight?"

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth slowly in anticipation.

he dips his head down, and licks a stripe up your folds, you let out a soft moan, and your hands instinctively fall to his hair to grip it

he takes your moan as encouragement to keep going, and he starts swirling his tongue in figure 8's on your clit, pushing a finger in to test the waters.

when you let out another moan and buck your hips up, he pushes another finger in, and begins fingering you while sucking your clit.

you feel your orgasm approaching as the pretty blonde below you keeps sucking ur clit, pushing his perfect fingers in and out of your dripping hole.

he feels your pussy clench around his fingers, and he pulls his head away from ur pussy, chin and stubble drenched in your arousal.

"nuh uh sweet girl, dont cum yet, imma make this pretty pussy squirt" following his words, he sucks your clit harder, adding yet another finger inside your hole.

after holding off your orgasm for so long, you whimper, feeling yourself have to pee. you try and push jjs head away, but he doesnt budge.

"nuh uh, give it t'me pretty girl." he doubles his efforts, his tongue moving at a relentless speed.

the band in your stomach snaps, and you feel a warm liquid shoot out of your hole, leaving his face soaked in ur liquids.

for a moment, you feel like ur seeing stars. your head is thrown back, your hands gripping his hair tighter than ever.

you catch your breath and then you look down at him.

"t-thank you jayjay.."

"thank me later, cupcake."

[sarahsangelicdoll]

𑁍༘⋆ 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓃𝑒𝑔𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓈 500 𝒸𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓈 !

𑁍༘⋆ a/n: ahh !! 500 followers !! tysm sweets !! psa if you’re regularly active on my blog i recognize and appreciate you 💞 big ty to my muts who are also all the kindest people ever ! to give back to the kindness people have given me i wanted to do a rec list with some of my favourite fics. love you 💋

- NSFW! MDNI

౨ৎ .ᐟ - sub JJ x Reader x Rafe by @cameronsprincess

cw: smut! 18+ only! dom!rafe, sub!reader, sub!jj, male receiving oral, mxm, degrading.

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘Proactive type of person’ (p1. p2. p3.) short series by @rafescvntyclubgf

cw: swearing, Stalking, pet names, degradation, namecalling, public masturbation, dark!rafe, mean!rafe, perv!rafe, mentions of cum play, mentions of unprotected P in V, ownership kink, mentions of rough oral, violence, threats, blackmail, fighting, blood, gore, mentions of sextortion, Rafe sneaks into the reader's room, panty stealing, panty sniffing, takes pictures of the reader's private images, cum tasting, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, twist dark reader, mutual obsession, rough oral, gagging, kissing, reader doesn't ask rafe if he wants to go further than oral but he does and she starts anyway, messy sex, squirting, praise, drinking, smoking, mentions of drug use

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘Naughty or Nice- R.C’ by @cameronsprincess

cw: smut! 18+ only! mean!rafe, brat taming, spanking, anal, mirror sex, rafe fishhooks his fingers in your mouth, ends with sweet!rafe

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘Buy Me Presents ⟡˖ Boyfriends!Dad!Rafe x reader ⟡˖’ by @bloodibambiidoll

cw: Age gap(Rafe is early 40s Reader is mid 20s), Rafe is your Bf’s dad (duh! It’s the whole plot), Reader has a tramp stanp and nipple piercings, Male masterbation, Mutual pining(so so much pining), Thoughts of cheating, Actual cheating (not by Rafe or R), Jealousy/possessiveness Spanking, Pussy eating, Unprotected sex, Biting, Choking, Size kink, She’s a looong one, buckle up!! 18+MDNI!!

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘gooner rafe’ by @drewstarkeyzwhore

cw: 18+, innocent reader, masturbation, kinda icky Rafe

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘housewife kink and Rafe’ by @rafesangelita

cw: mentions of traditional stuff, rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘sex dice with rafe’ by @rafesangelita

cw: sex dice, established relationship, flirty banter, laughing during sex, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), unprotected sex, so many descriptions of positions please bare with me, slight degradation, praise, rafe’s d game is a1 (!!!), marathon sex (?), overstimulation, crying, squirting, multiple orgasms, cream pie

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘JJ and bitchy!kook!reader’ by @bambrinaa

cw: 18+, meanish JJ, ‘mama’ nickname, p n v

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘mean Rafe during sex’ by @bambrinaa

cw: mean!rafe, degrading, rough sex, and other disgusting rafe things

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘mean rafe making u ride his shoe’ by @bambrinaa

cw: mean rafe, shoe riding, name calling

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘corruption series’ (p1. p2. p3.) by @softbabybelle

p1. cw: weed, smoking, drvgs, suggestive

p2. cw: drinking, weed, icky men, use of 'slut', violence, swearing, suggestive

p3. cw: smut, humping, thigh riding, public!sex, finger sucking, risk of being caught, praise kink, kinda degradation kink

౨ৎ .ᐟ - dilf!rafe and size kink by @sweetlolita666

cw: squirting, size kink, manhandaling, dominance, use of daddy, anal penetration ,vaginal penetration, breeding kink, chocking, hair pulling , over stimulation ,praising kink,degradation kink etc

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘painal with bully!rafe and shy!reader’ by @shawtycoreee

cw: smut, anal, rafe hurting reader briefly, fluffy end

౨ৎ .ᐟ - reader giving sub!bully!Rafe a handjob by @littlelamy

cw: sub!Rafe, handjob, crying (idk lmao it’s not that bad and it didn’t have warnings 😭)

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘BODY PARTY!’ (p1. p2. p3.) by @meimei-archives

p1. cw: professional boxer! Rafe , blood, fighting, rough sex, marking, slight public sex, manager! reader, man handling, oral

p2. cw: professional!boxer!rafe, manager!reader, descriptions of; fighting, bleeding, and cleaning up injuries. (m&f receiving )oral, fingering, choking, unprotected sex, slight strip tease (munch!rafe)

p3. cw: boxer!rafe, mentions of drug & alcohol use, rejection, jealous!manager!reader, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, dacryphilia

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘orgasm denial with mean!rafe cameron.’ by @vampteeths

cw: orgasm denial, mean!Rafe

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘Pucker Up Pup’ by @hauntedfawnn

cw: Switch!Rafe, Switch!Reader, Season 2 Rafe, shoe worship (reader receiving), begging, use of cocaine, pussy eating, praise/degradation, spit kink, choking(with a belt), unprotected sex, overstimulation, 18+MDNI!!

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘sarah's toys’ by @cherrygirlfriend

cw: smut, sex toys

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘polaroids’ by @cherrygirlfriend

cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUBCON, blackmail

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘helping out a friend’ by @cherrygirlfriend

cw: smut, handjob, edging

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘jj rough fucking you in his new bed’ by @jjsloverre

cw: smut, unprotected p in v (don’t do that) oral, (fem!receiving) overstimulation, rough sex

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘size kink’ by @rafesheaven

cw: stepcest, stepbro!rafe, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, daddy kink, size kink, belly bulge, mating press

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘the valentine surprise’ by @rafesheaven

cw: handyman!rafe, rafe is a tad bit icky, tiny bit of fluff, fingering, slight orgasm denial, semi-public balcony sex, spanking (like once ?), praising, unprotected sex, creampie

- SFW!

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘Dad!Rafe coming home to an unexpected visit’ by @urmum-lovesme

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘how i met your mother’ by @rafesheaven

- AUS! MDNI

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘HANDYMAN!RAFE’ by @rafesheaven

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘DOCTOR!RAFE’ by @rafesheaven

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘pervert reader’ by @cherrygirlfriend

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘bunny!reader’ by @rafesbowbunny

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘outlaw!rafe cameron’ and ‘preachers daughter!reader’ by @bambrinaa

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘DILF!RAFE X HOUSEBUNNY!READER’ by @rafesangelita

౨ৎ .ᐟ - ‘BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB’ by @rafesangelita

𑁍༘⋆ a/n: again, thank you for 500 !! i didn’t expect to get the same amount of followers as my old blog so fast. I’m super glad people enjoy my writing and i’m hoping to write again soon :) all reqs will be answered soon i promise !!

[stuckbeingdelusional]

obx twitter p!links cause im high and bored:3 MDNI

John B:

Link one

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Link three

JJ:

Link one

Link two

Link three

Rafe:

Link one

Link two

Link three

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Ghost’s kinktober 2024 masterlist ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

don’t like something? don’t read it! 🫶🏽

HOTD, MARVEL, X-MEN, OBX, PEACEMAKER, STAR WARS.

1. Breast worship, Aemond Targaryen

2. Thigh riding, Logan howlett/wolverine

3. Predator/prey, weapon x!logan

4. Gun play, Rafe Cameron

5. Mask kink, Adrian chase/vigilante

6. Glove kink, Kylo ren

7. Pussy slapping, Logan howlett/Wolverine

8. Lap dance, Aegon Targaryen

9. Sex pollen, Logan Howlett/wolverine

10. Pain kink, Logan Howlett/Wolverine

11. Interrupted sex, JJ maybank

12. Praise kink, Remy Lebeau

13. Jealousy, John B

14. Car sex, old man logan

15. Teacher/student, Scott summers

16. Corruption kink, Logan Howlett

17. Dacryphilia, Rafe Cameron

18. Choking, Anakin Skywalker

19. Stalking, Rafe Cameron

20. Corruption + age difference, old man Logan

21. Somnophilia, Rafe Cameron

22. Spanking + punishment, Logan Howlett

23. Breeding kink, Remy Lebeau

19. Boot licking, Kylo Ren

25. Virginity, Remy Lebeau

26. Biting/marking, Logan Howlett

27. Hair pulling, Bucky Barnes

28. Mirror sex, Scott Summers

29. Cock warming, Peter Maximoff

30. TO BE DETERMINED

31. TO BE DETERMINED

[rubiehart]

best friend!jj who has a habit of slapping ur ass n one day he slaps it a lil too hard and ur complaining abt how theres a bruise n hes like no way… lemme see n maybe he gives it a lil kiss 🫠😁

bsf!jj my beloved!!

it’s an understatement to say jj’s obsessed with you. more specifically, your ass. he’s practically unable to control himself when you’re just standing there at the kitchen counter in the chateau, reaching up to grab a glass from a high cabinet, walking over and landing a harsh slap to your ass with a smirk, watching the fat of it ripple with the effect and giving a lil’ wolf whistle.

you slam the glass down and turn around to smack his bicep “jj!” biting your lip to hide your smirk, knowing you secretly liked the attention. he lets out a little giggle and throws his hands up in mock defense. “‘m sorry! couldn’t help myself it was right there!” putting his hands down at his sides when you eye him with raised eyebrows.

“okay. ‘m sorry, here, look.” he says before taking the glass and filling it with water, handing it to you like he just gave you the greatest gift of your life. you roll your eyes playfully and swipe the glass out of his hand. “yeah, thanks asshole.”

walking past him and heading towards the chateau door, his eyes shamelessly trained on your ass as you leave, yelling back “you know ‘ya love me!” making you throw a middle finger back in his direction making him smile a little and carry on with whatever he came in for.

later on, you’re facing with your back to the mirror in jj’s bedroom, hands on your ass with your tongue in your cheek, clearly focused. jj cruises in, clearly not expecting you to be there and raises an eyebrow, “the fuck are you doin’?” you roll your eyes and let go, turning to face him. “you left a fuckin’ bruise when you slapped my ass, dickface.” and his eyes widen a little, “hey, yo! no need for the name callin’ dude. c’mere let papa j take a look.”

taking a seat on his his bed, legs spread so you could stand between them. you huff and cross your arms over your chest, before making your way over to stand between his legs, giving him a stern look before turning around so he could see it. “jesus christ..” he mumbles, clearly taking advantage of the circumstance to palm your ass a little more than needed.

“perv.” you mumble at his theatrics and he shakes his head. “‘m talkin’ about the bruise you idiot.” and you stiffle a giggle, fingers fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt. “well.. not much i can do for ‘ya.” he adds, you nod and go to turn around before he grips your thighs and shakes his head, manually turning you back around.

“not done here yet, lil’ lady.” he mumbles, before bringing his head down to your ass and placing a little kiss on the bruise, he hears you let out a little gasp but you don’t move, making him smirk, breathing in your scent a little, before pulling back realising that was kinda pervy.

you turn around when he pulls back and he notes your parted lips and blown pupils and looks down at his shoes for a second before looking back up at you smirking, fiddling with the drawstring on your shorts, “you’re so annoying.” you groan with a little smirk, slapping him on his shoulder and turning on your heel and leaving the room, not before noticing the prominent bulge in his cargo shorts, making you smile as you leave.

[shellxrls]

john b x pup!reader…

warnings: daddy kink / dry-humping / sweat licking (?)

you love when john b comes back from a long work day and has exhausted every possible muscle in his body, glazed in a shiny layer of sweat that makes you want to take over his skin. you cling so hard he can't help but get a little mean eventually, hard labour wearing him down to his sarky and spiteful core.

when he grows unable to take it, the constant fawning now beyond irritable, he'll stuff your face into his armpit, roughly grabbing the soft spot between your neck and scalp and squeezing the flesh to hold you down

“thereee you go… that’s your treat isn’t it puppy? ought to calm down after this,” he smirks, rubbing your face into it a little harder for emphasis.

gratefully, you slobber all over the matted hair and skin until your saliva is dripping down his chest in strings. sweat soaked up by your eager tongue and the rest slick on your lips and chin, drool hanging out of the corners.

when he’s deemed you’ve cleaned him up well enough, he’ll lick the rest of the slobber off your face, spitting into your mouth as he does, going down warm and gooey while he smiles against your slips.

eventually he pulls himself off against much resistance, impatience tightening in his pants, “manners pup, now say thank you,” while threading a large hand through your hair and shaking ever so slightly, focusing your attention back to his words.

“thank you daddy.”

“now are you gonna leave me waiting or what ?” he questions, its rhetorical simply for the purpose of gloating, "so wet i can feel it through my pants.”

ofcourse you're so spacey you don't even realise the insult — instead clambering onto his lap and making use of the coarse fabric of his work pants, clit grinding down hard while he strokes your back.

"gonna be a big one huh?" you nod, burying your face into his shoulder and soaking the skin with tears of overstimulation, "yeahh, daddy can feel it too baby its okay."

his commentary coaxes you through, and once you cum in your panties you slump against him, relying on his responsibility to clean you up and take you to bed.

[rafesangelita]

…BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB AU

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BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who owns a small construction company alongside jj and pope. he wakes up for work at four in the morning and doesn’t come back home until the sun is setting, all of the guys sharing a cold twelve pack of beer back at his place afterwards. he’s absolutely jacked, the years of heavy lifting and hard labor clearly showing in his physique. john b sold the chateau and decided to use the money to start up his business, the rest of his funds going towards his own mobile home, gas, and cigarettes. “you need a woman’s touch in here.” pope would walk into john b’s living room, the walls barren, the only furniture being a singular recliner and a small table in which his outdated television sat on. as much as john b wanted to explore that part of his freedom as a single man, he figured his rough and rugged exterior just made him damaged goods. and who would want that?

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who met you on the side of the road when you blew a tire and looked helpless as you tried to get cell service on the outskirts of the island. your pretty getup immediately caught his attention, the way your sundress clung tightly to your body had his tires coming to a screeching halt as you fanned yourself from the blazing heat of the sun. he cursed under his breath when your eyes fell on him, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly. “hey, there..” he greeted you awkwardly, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you saw the way he fiddled with the tool belt on his waist. “need some help?” in no time, john b had managed to change your tire, his swiftness and ability to make the task look so easy had undoubtedly drawn you in. the way he effortlessly towered over you made your cheeks heat, john b finally gathering up the courage to ask you out on a date.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who got cleaned up real nice just for you. he called pope over to help him choose an outfit, the two of them ransacking his drawers and closet for something decent. “john, all you have is fifty year old jeans, work boots, and raggedy t-shirts..” pope sat back and scanned the wardrobe of what looked like a true hardworking man— maybe a little too hardworking considering there wasn’t not one dress shirt in sight. after settling on a bass pro shop t-shirt, worn out jeans, and well— his work boots, he was quickly making his way over to pick you up from your place. you had still lived with your parents, your mother smiling over at john b as he walked you over to his dingy work truck. ‘mama, go inside!’ you whispered, your cheeks hot as she giggled, watching the way john b opened and closed the door for you. “she’s in good hands!” he reassured her before driving off.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who soon realized he was nervous for nothing once you two made it to the small bar on the cut. your eyes sparkled everytime you gazed up at him, that beautiful smile of yours making his heart skip a beat in his chest. a few beers later and he was looking at you with that knowing look in his eye, sending butterflies to flutter in your tummy as he reached for your hand, softly stroking your skin with his thumb. john b couldn’t remember the last time someone made him feel like this. truthfully, neither of you wanted the night to end, a feigned gasp leaving your lips when he proposed you should come back home with him. “what kind of girl do you take me for, john?” he was quick to apologize, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose for suggesting such a thing on the first date. you laughed. “i thought you’d never ask..” john b’s head immediately shot up at your words, both of you scrambling out of the bar.

BLUECOLLAR!JOHNB who’s so strong he fucks you standing up, slamming his hips into your own as you grow more and more delirious with each thrust. he’s reaching a depth that you’ve never felt before, your nails raking down his skin as he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses across your chest. you’re screaming his name like it’s the only word you know, his grunts and groans bouncing off of his bedroom walls. it isn’t until you’re slipping out of his grip that he pins you down to his bed, your fingers working through his curly hair as he hooks your legs to his waist. orgasm after orgasm, you lose count of the amount of times he has made you come undone. it isn’t until his hips are stuttering and you’re moaning out a ‘please cum inside me!’ that you feel him spilling into you, both of you desperately clinging onto each other as he empties himself into your needy cunt. after that night, for the first time ever, john b woke up to a full lunchbox packed and ready for him for the day.

୨୧ staring at bluecollar!johnb’s happy trail

[sexilene]

LENEEEE stepbro!john b???? 🎀🎀🎀

OMGGGGG! i haveee an ideaaaaa!!! ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ SMUT!!! ignore any misspellings lol

“m’not whoring around or anything… it's just protection!!” you cry, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. much to our dismay your stepbrother, john b, found your birth control and he’s not thrilled about the idea that his little step-sis is “running round the cut, getting her tiny pussy filled with other guys' dicks”. you reach for the pills that are held tightly in your stepbrother’s hand, only for him to reach the hand way above your head and walk straight to the bathroom.

“do you bring boys in here? into the house?…do i not give you everything you need? hmm?” he disappointedly sighs, not even looking at you as he opens the plastic and aluminum packet.

“no!! i promise i don’t, please just give it back!” you continue to cry, embarrassed, trying to reason with him to give them back to you.

“hm no, you don’t need these, bub.” he taunts, dumping the little pills in the toilet and flushing them faster than you can plead for him to stop.

“go sit on the bed and wait for me, i need a minute.” john b sighs and puts his hands on his hips like he’s disappointed.

“you're so mean ta’me johnny.” you sniffle, wiping the tears from your eyes as you turn to go back to the room like he told you to.

after a painful spanking, he manhandled you to be face down ass up with your cheek squished against your pink pillow, drool evident on the cloth as your stepbrother stretched out your little pussy on his massive length. his strong hands gripping onto the sides of your hips, doing all the work by slamming your ass against his pelvis.

“hurts!” you whine, wanting to crawl away from him but also sooo far gone, so dumb you really can't focus on making full sentences let alone moving.

“you wanted to take birth control like a big girl, you gotta take it like a big girl.” he tuts.

“jombee you didn’t- put a condom!!!” you mumble into the pillow, “don’t cum inside me please jombee please.” you plea, but unfortunately nothing can be heard except for the low grunts of your stepbrother, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet sloppy squelching of your hole.

“you’re gonna get me pregnant…” whining, you try your best to muster up some energy to crawl away from his thrusts. but the attempt was fruitless because your stepbrother's grip was just too strong.

“that’s what m’doin bub.”

“you can’t!!”

“can and m’gonna, what’s everyone gonna think when they find out your big stepbro put his little baby in you hmm?” he taunts, smacking your pore little sore ass, making a loud crack sound.

“no more stupid boys chasin' you around that’s for sure…should’ve hidden the pills aaaa-lot better baby,” john b pauses his thrusts and you think that for a second he’s decided you’ve had enough of this punishment when he reaches hand over to your face, slipping his thumb into your mouth for you to suck.

“needed that hmmm?” john b coos, making your pussy still pulsate around his dick,

“mmhm!” you moan as he’s slipping his glossy and slobbery digit out of your mouth and leaning back to continue to pound you into the mattress. as he’s back to thrusting into you your cries and whines start back up, even more so when he slips his thumb covered in your saliva into your ass.

"no!! no more!" you scream into the pillow.

“aaaalmost there baby, almost done…” he grunts, smacking your ass again, this time giving you two harsh smacks. "stay with me sweet girl." he watches as your cunt stretches around him and how your ass jiggles with every thrust, and you just know he’s going to knock you up tonight and there is nothing you can do but take it, helplessly. ᡣ𐭩