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p4lparker · 3 years

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The music was pumping and the booze flowing, the bodies packed together, and the air was heavy. Loxleigh smiled as she waved her arms in the air, running her hands through the damp with sweat tresses, a body bumping into her own and arms wrapping themselves around her waist. Pulling her back in to a soft body behind- one that smelled sweet, she laughed and twirled around to face Sarah Cameron. Sarah’s smooth face grinning as the two swayed their hips together to the beat pounding through the speakers, she left a sloppy kiss on Loxleigh’s blushing cheek and held the glass filled with a sweet alcohol to her glossy lips- giggles erupting as some dribbled from the darker haired girls lips as the Cameron struggled to hold it steady. One of her hands traced along Loxleigh’s arm and tickled the delicate skin of the wrist before dragging from them both from the dance area.

The bubbly blonde tugged her brunette along behind her, walk-dancing as she did. Bobbing her head to the music, letting the loose strands almost vibrate with the movements. The twosome coming to a stop at the beer pong table, she sauntered to Topper Thornton- leaning on her tips toes to land another sloppy kiss; this one to his lips, still holding her counterpiece captive by the wrist. Loxleigh sighed and let her eyes wander from the couple, only feeling mildly awkward, gaze wandering and settling on the other two people of the small grouping. Kelce and Rafe- their eyes solely on the brunette- roving her exposed skin like hungry animals- eyes glinting as if they had a secret she didn’t know about, and through her hazy and tipsy mind it made her glistening skin crawl slightly. Sarah finally pulled away from Topper, licking her lips- making Loxleigh’s stomach turn, Topper looked dazed and tried to drag her back towards him, causing the darker girl to stumble, wriggling her hand from Sarah’s sweaty one, Loxleigh stepped away from the amorous pair. Sighing once more, eyes looking towards the dance area- the pulsing beat calling for her to re-join the festivities there- the raucous laughter and shouts as the two sides of the Island mixed together under the influence of booze, helping the festivities run smoother than normal as the ‘Others’ partied it up with the 1%. Lox could spot the infamous Pogues dancing and making the party more entertaining. She longed to be there, mixing with others, dancing and having fun, rather then stand here bored and being mentally undressed her best friend’s, too older brother- at least to be hanging out with teenagers- and his best friend. As she made to move away, a sweaty arm rested itself around her and tugged, pulling her back in to a hard torso which smelled too strongly of overpriced aftershave- she didn’t even need to look up to see the light blue and logoed polo shirt of Rafe Cameron.

“Where do you think your off to Lox?” He sniffed, his other hand rubbing at his nose furiously, as he pressed you further against him. She rolled your eyes, flicking her loose hair over her bare shoulders- consequently pushing his arm from them.

“I was going to go and entertain myself with dancing rather than be bored waiting for my best friend to stop making out with her boyfriend..” She stated loudly, a saccharine smile on her glossy lips- Sarah pulled away form Topper once more, rolling her eyes at you but grinning all the same. Topper span the girl around, pulling her against him and resting his chin over her shoulder.

“How about we play a game then?” the blonde asked, eyebrows raised and smirk on lips. Lox watched on as the group nodded, Sarah being the cliché and basic girl she is suggesting ‘Truth or dare’ and ‘Never have I ever’ she was booed off and it was decided by the boys, a game of beer pong would suffice. The group of you sauntering over to where the pong set table was, Rafe and Topper shoving people away and laying claim to the game from now on; the teams being drawn and the taunt of a bet was made. If the girls won, the boys had to be their slaves for a full 48 hours, and if the boys won, that was yet to be decided.

Loxleigh tugged Sarah around one side of the table- knowing she would be carrying the game, as Drunky-pants next to her was struggling to stand without weaving. Rafe and Topper stood opposite, the older of the pair smirking as he focused and aimed directly for one of the red solo cups in front of the female team mates. The little ball sploshed into the cup, sloshing amber liquid across the table and onto waiting hands- rolling her eyes as she waited for Topper to take his shot- which inevitably went in also. Grabbing two of the cups and handing one to Sarah, they both gulped the contents down, before Lox urged the Cameron girl to take her shot. There were no expectations, the assumption the ball would sail off into the wild blue distance; the more sober of the two girls didn’t even bother to watch, instead letting her eyes wander around the room- watching as a crowd began to from; and front and centre the Pogues watched on. John B and his curious eyes focused on Lox’s game partner, Kie was trying to seem uninterested in the proceedings, Pope stood watching and holding a can of soda and JJ watched with a heart melting grin on his face, he knew he was handsome and he often used that and his Devil may care attitude to his advantage to worm his way into the beds of the female populous of this side of the OBX. Lox only returned her attention to the proceedings as one of JJ Maybank’s cerulean eyes dropped into a wink aimed at her and when the rest of the crowd erupted in cheers- she turned back to the game, hoping to hide her light blush- she had definitely been caught staring, she watched in amazement as Topper and Rafe gaped at Sarah.

Being handed the spare ball- Lox watched more then amused as Sarah winked at her, her glossy lips grinning- lining up the shot and sinking it in with little effort. The girls high-fived and gloated as the boys drank their cups, the game flowing like so- shot after shot being sank, gulp after gulp of beer being downed. The crowd surrounding them laughing and cheering as the festivities and game continued- becoming more heated and tense as each shot was made. Each time Sarah and Lox sank a ball loud cheers sounded from the front of the crowds; at one point Lox tossed her shot and turned straight to where the male Pogues stood, John B whooped and grinned at her, JJ on the other hand cupped his hands around his mouth and let out a slight howl- grinning and winking at her.

Lox could see Rafe’s blood boiling the more the girls matched him, and it made her body feel light with joy, and she struggled not to laugh out loud at his pinched face- his glare deepening the more encouragement the Maybank boy gave her and Sarah. There were re-wrack’s demanded from the adult Cameron- the girls rolling their eyes at his lack of grace in being met shot for shot. As he stepped up to the table and squinted to line up his shot, he loomed over the edge of the table. Sarah making a sound of disagreement, Topper shrugging and the crowd also alerting them to their unanimous displeasure. JJ could be seen from the corner of Lox’s eye, booing and gesturing wildly at the display of poor sportsmanship- this only served to make Rafe all the more pissed.

“Elbows Cameron!” Loxleigh stated, slamming her hands down on the table- commanding the attention of all, eyes ablaze with indignation at the blatant attempt to cheat for the win. Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes and tossing the ball anyway- ignoring her protests. Ball splashing into the cup, Rafe cheering by himself and gesturing for Lox to gulp down one of the 3 remaining cups. When Lox refused, she watched as his fist clenched and his eyes glinted aggressively. He took a step round the table as if to take a step towards her threateningly; the crowd taking a breath, and a couple of familiar faces coming even more towards the forefront as it to intervene, Topper gripping onto his shoulder and stopped him- before tossing the ball to the glaring brunette-she caught it without breaking her stare from the older Cameron boy and handing it off to Sarah, only looking away when he huffed and moved back to his side of the table. Sarah lifted her hand, one eye closing as she focused in on the pair of cups across from her- the little white ball sinking in to the cup with a satisfying plop, and the blonde smirked victoriously. Rafe gripped up the cup- nearly crushing it within his anger filled grasp, he held it tightly, as he glared hatefully at his sister- who merely shrugged. As the siblings were in a death glare match, Lox took her chance- picking the ball from the red cup and shaking it off quickly, she lined up her shot and sank it straight into the still undrunk cup Rafe was holding. The crowd around burst into action, cheers and whoops echoing all around. Sarah screamed with delight- wrapping sticky arms around Lox, whose gaze remained firmly on Rafe; who in turn seethed with anger.

Lox laughed and joined in with the festivities of the building and watched joyfully as the defeated cheater stormed away. The rest of the night passed in a blur of booze, dancing and hazy images of blonde hair and blue eyes being up close and personal- something she knew she would deeply regret the next morning, but for now she ignored and continued slurping down sweet drinks and swaying to pounding music. Bear like hands ringed in silver clutching at her hips, pulling her towards a warm and invitingly hard body. Plush lips, stubbled cheeks and rippling abs that twitched when delicate fingertips brushed against it. Lips brushed against lips on more than one occasion, hands tangled in dark and light sun kissed tresses alike; clutching bodies to eachother and heart beats raced. Both Pogue and one percenter not realising they were being watched by hawk-like and hate-filled gaze all the night- nor that a devious plan had been hatched.

The next morning waking up was a chore; light streamed through the large window in the Cameron residence; Loxleigh tried shuffling away from the offending sunlight, its harsh glow forcing her eyes open and awake. She tried to snuggle further into her blonde bed companion, but she was merely shoved away, nearly falling from the bed all together. Huffing in frustration and swiping hair away from her bleary eyes she rolled from the bed- grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the dresser on her way past, slipping them on her eyes and protecting them from the oppressive sunlight flooding the entirety of the house. It was silent, the older Cameron’s were on some fancy weekend trip with some of the other high rollers on this side of the island- Loxleigh knew her parents would also be there, probably doing what their children had done the night before, possibly with more class and less fun- but it was a guarantee they were also drinking in excess. Wheezy was staying at a friends house, and that left Sarah and Rafe with the run of the mansion; so obviously a party was the only acceptable outcome. The mansion was eerily silent, so filling a glass with cool water from the faucet sounded disturbingly loud, the padding of feet behind her didn’t register in her mind until a hard body stood too close behind her.

“You know, you should probably should cover yourself up..” the whispered words, felt as if they were caressing her skin and it made her body stiffen uncomfortably. His breath fanned over her exposed shoulder; Loxleigh looked down to her current state of dress, before berating herself, she hadn’t been thinking when she ventured out of the safety Sarah’s room provided, she had been too focused on finding liquid to sooth her Sahara-like mouth- she stared at the low cut tank top and briefs covering very little of her skin.

“Wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea..” Rafe’s fingers traced over the small patch of skin exposed between the tank and panties she wore- goosbumps running across the flesh, he laughed believing he was teasing her- in reality, Loxleigh felt exposed and disgusted.

“Mind you…. I’m sure some people would love to be in my shoes right about now…” At this Lox stopped breathing, and felt bile gather at the sides of her tongue. Her eyes widening and fear clutching at her heart, which felt as if it had stopped beating within the confines of her chest.

“What do you mean?” Lox stated, proud she hadn’t stuttered, but her voice came out as weak as she felt. Not the strong one she had wished to project. She felt as if the walls were closing in on her, pressing her closer to Rafe behind her- who in turn grinned, chin resting on her shoulder, wrapped his arm around her and tugged her more against him- not even a hair couldn’t pass between them. His other hand trailed up and gently began toying with the thin strap of her tank top; tugging it this way and that, letting a finger tug it upwards and tracing along its line, his smooth finger tip leaving a trail of heat- one that made her stomach roil.

“Oh… nothing… just I know a certain blonde, good for nothing Pogue who would love to et his grimy hands all over this little body…” He chuckled, lips purposefully brushing against her ear, Lox tried to push away from him, wishing he wasn’t so close, she felt claustrophobic. He pressed even more against her, pushing his hips against her- and in turn pressing hers into the sink in front of her- encasing her between himself and a hard place, she was trapped. Lox couldn’t tell if she was sweating or not, but she felt all together much too warm.

“What are you talking about Rafe?” she whispered, voice giving out on her all together. Her mind a mess of thoughts, ones she couldn’t make sense of, the small hairs on her arms standing on end in panic.

“Just the lovely pictures someone has shared with me…” At his words, her heart stuttered painfully within the cage of her ribs. She felt her lips part and teeth being bared in a snarl, not unlike a cornered animal.

“Don’t worry.. I’ve taken care of it… their solely in my possession now…” His voice sounded as if he was holding back laughter, and his mouth was pulled into a horrible smirk, the hand which was toying with the strap of her top moved to brush against her hip, before it reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone. Which he unlocked with a thumb print, before holding it before her eyes, he flicked through his gallery app- moving through the albums skillfully until he found the one he needed; a secret and ‘secure’ album. He opened it up, unlocking it again with a thumbprint; flicking through the pictures allowing her blurry eyes to focus on images. She hadn’t realised her eyes were filled with unshed tears until they struggled to focus on the images before her; and there she was in all of her glory. Picture after picture, different poses; two bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, hands trailing and lips seared against one and other. She could feel bile rising up the back of her throat, hair sticking to the clammy skin on her neck and shoulder- she had, had some hazy dreams of a blonde haired boy making her knees quake and her lips tingle with his attentions- and she thought she had imagined it being the Maybank boy, but now there was photographic evidence of last nights frivolities- in all their grainy goodness, Lox blushed furiously that she’d been taken advantage of in this way, and her blood simmered at the thought that JJ was none the wiser at this point.

“Oh… and not to forget the pièce de résistance..” his whispered words were soon drowned out by the quiet gasps and moans coming from the grainy images; two figures entwined together in an amorous entanglement- they were only kissing, but the video didn’t look like it stopped there. Lox couldn’t hold it back any longer, the bile rose up her throat and finally flooded her mouth with the bitter and sour taste, before it finally spewed from her lips and into the previously pristine sink before her. After dry heaving for a couple of moments while Rafe laughed maliciously behind her- he had taken a few steps away from her when she began vomiting. Lox wiped her hand across her mouth unceremoniously, ridding her lips and chin of the foul liquid which made her throat burn. She turned abruptly to face her tormentor; hair wild as it fluttered, eyes aflame as the dark shades were lifted from her face. Her glare causing more chuckles to erupt from him.

“How have you got those? And more importantly why have you got them?” the venom pouring from her words may have surprised him- but his grin didn’t falter. He closed the app, locked his phone and stuffed it back into his pocket- away from her and her unpredictable behaviour.

“A friend of a friend, and the help from a little birdie..” Rafe smirked, his hand coming to rest above his lip as if to hide his expression from her, as his elbow leaned against the table top and he rested one foot resting on the opposite knee as he reclined in one of the kitchen chairs. His nonchalance and refusal to give her an appropriate response. Her blood boiled in her veins- it rushed around her body and flooded her ears almost to the point she couldn’t hear anything but the pounding within.

“I have a little proposition for you though, and it’ll work out for both of our benefits. I collect on my end of the bet we made last night- after you cheated, and I wont release these for general consumption on both sides of the Island..” Rafe stated patting his pocket, sickening smirk still painted on his shiny with sweat, in the rising heat of the day, face. Loxleigh silently fumed, she couldn’t even begin to fathom what he could be wanting in return for keeping her modesty and that of her family’s. Her green eyes narrowed and she stalked towards him, she lunged for his pocket- fully prepared to go full on “Toddlers and Tiara’s”, yank his phone from him and launch it into the pool outside destroying the images- but Rafe merely stood from his chair and gripped onto her upper arms.

“I can send this shit out Gossip Girl style if you really want.. But if you do me this solid and do your end of the bet; I being the nice guy will delete these and none will be the wiser… What do you say?” Rafe stated, eyes dark and menacing- Lox could feel herself nodding before she could even register what her body was doing.

“What do you want Rafe?” she sighed, eyes blazing and burning as she resigned herself to the fact she was being blackmailed into something her gut wrenched over.

“Well, we rightfully won the game last night… So I bet you can’t make JJ Maybank fall for you before Midsummers. And I mean in love; would rob a bank, jump in front of a bullet, ass over head in love…” Rafe stated, still gripping her upper arms. “I’m talking full on whipped, simp mode activated… he follows you like a lost puppy goes to the ends of the earth for you, says it all the time in love with you..” Rafe was getting more and more excited as the words flew from his mouth, little blobs of spittle spattering Lox’s face, making her flinch every time they hit. “And once you’ve got him to fall in love with you, you break him. Crush his heart, cut it from his chest and serve it to him on a platter. Destroy him. completely..” Rafe whispered this last part of the bet, his dark eyes glinting with excitement and danger. Lox’s mind reeled; if she did this, would it be that bad? From last night, and the evidence she’d been shown, JJ had to at least be attracted to her- so maybe it wouldn’t be too hard? But if she did go through with it, what kind of person would she be? Yes she was a 1 percenter, living on the ‘good’ side of the island, but she tried not to join in with the ongoing class and turf war- would she be the devil incarnate? She then thought back to the pictures and near-sex tape, if the Island saw that- she’d be done, she’d be disowned by her parents. But would that be so bad? They weren’t ever around, and she was mainly left to her own devices. Maybe she could tell Rafe she would go through with it, and then never finish? Maybe she could just become an honorary Pogue? With that final thought building her resolve, Lox nodded her head.

“I’ll do it..” Loxleigh nodded and smiled internally- she could do this, she could make JJ Maybank fall in love with her. She could trick Rafe into deleting the evidence against her. She could change sides and have an easy life on the other side of the OBX!

Rafe seemed happy enough with her answer and let go of her arms, clapping her his hands together happily. As he stalked from the room, Lox put her hands on her face, wiping away the sweat, spit and tears- before rubing her hands over the back of her head smoothing it down. As she moved around the room, Sarah came stumbling in, moving like a zombie in some B-movie from the past, groaning and all. Lox chuckled and moved around the room making coffee for them both, just as the mansion buzzed to life once more as the staff began buzzing around; offering to make breakfast for the two girls; who both agreed heartily and gratefully. Once they’d drank their fill and eaten enough to soak up some of the residual alcohol from the night before; Lox dragged Sarah back to her room and they both changed into bikinis before slathering on sun lotion and venturing outside to bake in the sun.

As the girls sat and soaked in the rays; Loxleigh debated on telling Sarah about what she had agreed to. Sarah on the other hand could feel there was something on the tip of her friend’s tongue- and she had something she wanted to talk about; Lox was fidgeting, rolling from one side to the other, sighing, ruffling her hair. Sarah sighed, not sure if she was too hungover for this. So she waited, turning her face towards Lox- who was already staring at her. Sarah sighed and slowly slid her glasses down her nose so they rested right on the tip. Once Lox was sure she had her full attention; she unloaded the entirety of the bet and consequences too; Sarah listening so intently, she’d moved from lounging on the bed, to sitting upright and leaning forwards so she was closer to Loxleigh as she spoke.

“This is going to be interesting, that’s for sure…”Was all Sarah could say- Lox nodded as she acknowledged the dangerous glint in her best friend’s eyes, a glint she wasn’t sure what she felt about. But all in all, Sarah was all in. And with her support; Lox hoped she could succeed in all aspects.

#hook line and sinker #jj fic #jj smutish #jj angst #jj maybank

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p4lparker · 3 years

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Practice Makes Perfect

Ch 1: The Proposal

Ch 2: A Helping Hand

Ch 3: A Brush of Lips

Ch 4: Gentle Hands

Ch 5: A Touch of Lips

Ch 6: Calming Touch, Racing Hearts

Ch 7: Teen Hearts Racing faster and faster

#Practice Makes Perfect OBX #john b smut #jj smut #john b x reader #john b routledge #jj x you #jj maybank x you #john b x you x jj

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p4lparker · 3 years

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Hush, Hush

The summer breeze was cool and tickled against your skin, as it fluttered the material of your flowy shirt and loose hair. You were sat on the beach, it had been a quiet day for you all; chilling on the HMS Pogue, snacking and fishing, dancing and laughing happily. Making memories. You sat across from him, the bonfire John B had constructed- and he looked beautiful. Backwards cap on his head, shirt unbuttoned- letting you marvel over his build, his abs almost making you lose your train of thought and concentration on the conversation being had. His dark eyes glinted as he laughed head thrown back, his neck extending and making your teeth clench as they wished to nibble into the skin he had exposed. His hand shot into the air as he caught the can of soda being tossed to him effortlessly, and you focused in on the way the metal can looked small within his hand- his long fingers curling around it, making your mind wander to when those fingers had been buried inside of you. He popped the tab and took a swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped the sugary sweet liquid down- when he took the can from his lips a dribble of soda was left on his lip, he slipped his tongue out and swiped it away- your breathing hitching as you spotted the pink slip back into his mouth. You bit your bottom lip and tried to calm your racing heart and libido. You were sat on a log next to John B and Kie- JJ and him sitting opposite- you weren’t sure what it was but tonight Pope Heyward was making you feel a certain type of way.

Maybe it was the fact he was always busy recently; barely having time to spend with you, instead he was writing college essays and helping his dad out in the store. Which left you pining for Pope. You sighed before grabbing your phone from the sand where you’d abandoned it- sipping on the beer to distract you from your missing of him. you swiped through TikTok, watching clip after clip; until on caught your eye. You watched it and smiled to yourself. Closing the app down and opening your messaging one, you quickly typed out a message and hit send, laying your phone in your lap as you watched for his reaction. You watched him with careful eyes, pulling your lips into your mouth as you spotted him dig his phone from his pocket- his eyes scanned the message quickly. And he gasped, choking on the air he took in- he began coughing and spluttering. The previous conversation ceased as everyone eyed Pope- wondering if he was okay. He took a sip from his soda, his dark gaze solely on you over the rim of his can.

“You good man?” JJ asked clapping Pope on the back, he just nodded and smiled tightly. You raised a brow and smirked over at him as Kie and John B laughed along with JJ. “And he was about to hit me..” JJ started up again, but you drowned him out and picked up your phone again.

You; Wish we were alone.. I’d be on my knees. I miss you

I miss feeling your hands on my body.

Miss the sounds you make when Im riding you..

Pope read over the messages and you could see him becoming more and more flustered as your sting of messages were delivered. As you watched his reaction, you could feel John B stiffen beside you. You glanced to your left and looked at the brunette; he had a delicate blush decorating his tan and freckled cheeks. You saw he was trying to look anywhere but at you. You nudged your shoulder against the Routledge boy- and his eyes glanced down at the glaring screen of your phone. You felt a heat rise in your own cheeks. Before turning away from him to look at the boy you were trying to rile up. You watched as hie eyes were now narrowed at you, he was biting into his bottom lip- a lip you wanted to bite into yourself. You can feel your hands begin to sweat as you want to clench them or run them along his body. His already dark gaze seemed black as he stared at you from across the bonfire- seeing him like this was sending shivers down your spine. He caught the motion.

“Hey.. Y/N why don’t we go and grab you a jacket, you look cold..” Pope stated as he steppe towards you and gripped your wrist in his warm, large hand. He pulled you behind him- and as he dragged you away you caught sight of John B who had wide eyes and a slight smile on his face. You followed behind Pope giddily, you couldn’t wait to get your hands and lips on him somewhere more private and away form the other Pogues. As soon as the Twinkie came into view- Pope pushed you against it and stared into you with a hard gaze. You just smirked and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make his next move. And he surprised you by rushing forwards and claiming your lips with his own; it was clumsy, the clashing of tongues, teeth and lips. But it was a rush nonetheless, like every time his smooth- plump lips met yours. It sent heat traveling down your body which settled in your panties. Your arms wound around his neck fingers digging into the back of it as you pulled him ever closer; just wanting more of him. you felt his hands fumble behind you and slide the back door to the Twinkie open- you pulled your lips from him momentarily to tug him into the van behind you. Twirling around and pushing him onto his back- before you settled on top of him and kissed him with fervour. His hands smoothed over you from hair to ass, where his large hands settled and squeezed. You moaned against his lips and he chuckled, deciding you wanted to hear his delicious noises instead of your own; you own hands found their way to the front of his cargo shorts and rubbed against him as he hardened. Working your hand against his crotch and your lips against his own- before moving them down his neck and chest, sucking, licking and nibbling your way to his waist band.

Your fingers pried this short un-done and tugged them and his boxers away from his hips, until they settled around his thighs and your lips moved further south. Taking him into your hands and wrapping your lips around him- you heard his answering groan and it was like the sweetest symphony you had ever heard. His whines and groans as you worked your mouth up and down on him were addicting and spurred you on. You were both so wrapped up in the needy, sexy bubble you’d created- neither one of you heard the tell tale sounds of the other three Pogues returning to the bus.

“Jesus!”

“The fuck?”

“In the back of my van guys, really?” were the shouts that pulled your both from the pleasure- Pope fumbled and tried to cover himself with his hands as you slid from him with a wet pop. You held a hand to your mouth to try and cover the giggles that erupted from it, Pope pulled his boxers up hurriedly- before hiding his face in his hands. Kie looked shocked, JJ was laughing wildly and looking mildly impressed and John B shook his head and tugged at his curly brown hair. Kie made a dash to the passenger side of the van and settled in the seat, leaving JJ to haul himself in to the back of the van with you both as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and laughed as Pope tugged his clothing back into place, you sat next to the Heyward boy and patted his knee sympathetically and tucked your face into his neck.

“Don’t worry.. I’ll make it up to you P…” You whispered sultrily into his skin, and as the words registered in his brain, his skin heated under your lips once more and he wrapped his arm around you tugging you tight against his side.

#repost #pope x y/n #pope heyward x reader #pope fic #pope smut-ish

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p4lparker · 3 years

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Calming Touch, Racing Hearts

You could feel his calm breathing, his chest rising and falling smoothly as he slept soundly. You on the other hand couldn’t get your mind to stop racing- you’d panicked, when it came down to it you were scared. Not of him- or the act, just what it might result in; over the past few days, you couldn’t see how this situation could possibly resolve without one or more of the party being hurt. You cared for both of your boys, deeply. And those feelings had only been more cemented. They were two sides of the same coin.

JJ like a wildfire, that spread through your body like a current of electricity. He was rash, and full of bravado; but that was only to cover the pain he was in, he relied on you and John B for more than friendship. He was beautiful and broken. But he was caring and sweet, loyal to a fault. He was carved by the gods- his eyes the bluest thing you’d seen since the ocean. His smile could light up the darkest of rooms. And he would protect you and John B regardless of the cost to himself. He made you feel safe and loved, in the small things he would do for you; like buying himself Reese’s and then letting you devour them instead as he knew they were your favourites, like when he carried an extra hoodie because you would always get cold and would never bring one yourself, like when he constantly touches you in some way or other whether it’s a hand twirling the ends of your hair or fingers tracing patterns on any exposed skin. You bit your lip as you felt John B pull you closer in his sleep, and the guilt that washed over you felt almost unbearable.

And then there was the boy holding you close to him now. John B was the calm before the storm- where JJ was rash and impulsive, John B was cool and collected. He was just as beautiful as JJ- dark gaze always betraying his emotions, they were always displayed so clearly for all to see. John B was the light to JJ’s dark. He made you feel calm like waves lapping at the shore, being with John B felt like coming home after an adventure. He wore his emotions on his sleeve, and was always tried to what he felt- letting his heart lead him and get him into trouble more times than not. John B was gentle- fingers ghosting over your skin, and he had an obsession with your hands. His fingers playing with the tips of your own or stroking the delicate skin of your wrist.

Your mind was a blur, thoughts about both boys were vying for your attention and your heart. But neither was winning out- whenever you thought about your future all you could see was you and your boys. If you imagined going on a date with one of them- a day dream about the other would pop into your head. And thinking about these boys were driving you to despair. You felt a deep sigh leave you lips, your phone buzzing and chiming beside you- swiping on the screen you saw the weather update, this storm was the tip of the ice berg, there was more to come, much more. You brushed your hair from your face and turned to look at the sleeping boy beneath you, raising a hand an stroking along his cheek softly, watching as his lips quirked into a gentle smile before his eyes opened and his blurry gaze was settled on you.

“Hey you… Guess I fell asleep…”He whispered, his voice rough form sleep, he just looked so soft. Hair even more of a mess than usual, hazel eyes unfocused and droopy and the content smile still tugging at his soft lips. His eyes gazed up at you, and it felt like he as trying to read your mind. “You didn’t sleep though…” He murmured, bushy brows furrowing as he lifted a hand and let his thumb smooth across the frown lines on your forehead and between your own brows. You shook your head and smiled slightly.

“How’d you guess?” You asked, letting your finger tap against his throat in time to the steady beating of his heart and pulse. You watched as his expressive eyes widened slightly and he cleared his throat.

“You always look really cute when you just wake up… you get all soft and pouty… But now you’re all frowny..” He muttered, his own brows slanting downwards to match your own. You raised you brows and painted a smile on your face- before pushing yourself up and off him, and reaching blindly for clothes that were still scattered around the pair of you. Tugging on articles of clothing haphazardly you tossed a shirt and some shorts to him as he stayed laying on his back watching you dress. The clothing landing on his face and he let out an ‘oof ‘ as they landed in a pile. You moved the fabric from his eyes and showed him the weather update.

“We should be getting back to your place.. it’ll need storm proofing..” You stated and continued to shimmy clothes onto your cold body. You could feel the tension settling within your body once more. And you didn’t want to let John B in on your inner monologue- so rushing him to get redressed and hide his tempting body from your greedy eyes. He got dressed- though his gaze never faltered from you, even when you both were situated in the seats up front and he was manoeuvring the Twinkie through the rainy streets; the storm having let up slightly, the thunder and lightning having stopped a short while ago, and the darkness of the evening drawing in. The wet road seemed to stretch on before you for eternity, and the journey to the chateau seemed to take forever and a day- your leg was bouncing as you tried to rid yourself of the nervous energy your body seemed to be storing; you were coming to the realisation that you needed some advice, and that meant Kie. You wondered whether you should reveal all to her or try and keep her mostly in the dark- you swiped and tapped at the screen of your phone- letting Kie know you were on your way to her, now all you needed to do was make a get-away from John B, you wracked your brain as he pulled onto the dirt track drive in front of the chateau. You followed him in to the messy building, stepping over pizza boxes and empty beer cans and bottles. You watched as he paced around slightly, something bothering him- from the frown marring his handsome face to the darkening of his eyes, and the way his hand carded through his curls- it was obvious he had something on his mind, and he was trying to find the words to broach the subject.

“Hey, are we okay?” He blurted, his other hand which wasn’t caught in his curls catching on your wrist and tugging you to him. You nodded and tried to paint a convincing smile on your face. His frown only deepened.

“Look, if its about what happened in the van… It’s fine. Like me and Jay said; this goes at your pace.. what you say goes..” John B murmured as he tugged you closer and let go of his hair before wrapping you up in his arms; face burying in your hair as he dropped a kiss to the crown of your head. You cuddled closer to him and breathed him in, he chuckled lightly- you knew he was right, but you felt almost guilty. You were the one who’d asked him for this, and then suddenly you didn’t want it. You head was a mess as he let you go.

“I’m going to grab a shower… and you are more than welcome to join, like Kie says we need to preserve the planet.. so we should conserve water and all..” He grinned and even gave you a cheeky wink as he stepped backwards in the direction of the bathroom, his fingers trailing down your arm until they were only touching the tips of your own as he stepped further away. You laughed, the joy bubbling in your belly as you pushed him away from you. He scoffed and held a hand to his chest in mock hurt, before shrugging and making his way to the bathroom. You waited until you could hear the shower running before booking it from the chateau and into the darkness. You didn’t hear him calling your name- he’d wandered into the main room and expected to see you on the pull out, but he was on his own, his apology falling into the loneliness of the chateau.

Your feet leading you to the Carrera’s place on auto-pilot, your mind focused on how the next conversation was going to go between you and Kie. You were still undecided as to whether or not you should admit to Pogue- on-Pogue-on-Pogue macking. You clambered up the handy tree outside her window and crawled through the open window, Kie waiting for you sat crossed legged on her bed. Mirroring her- you sat facing her and with one look at your face, she quirked one of her brows at you and waved a hand gesturing for you vent- and with that one motion, it all flooded from you like a river bursting its dam, words flying from your lips so quickly Kie’s head shook and her eyes widened as she tried to keep up.

“I’m doing something and I’m not sure it’s a good idea anymore. But I’m not sure I want to stop, but if I don’t someone could end up hurt..” You stated, hands waving in front of you as you spoke. “I’ve been hooking up.. or rather learning how to hook up with someone, or well two someone’s and I think I have feelings for them both and it’s a mess. But I don’t really want to stop… But then I kinda did today cause when it came time to actually hook upI freaked and told him to stop..”

“Did he? Stop?” She interrupted her hands clasping onto your own, and you froze- brows furrowing. But nodded.

“Of course he did.. its in the rules; at my pace. But I really want to have sex with him and the other guy… but I dunno, I guess I’m scared. Cause I don’t want to get hurt and I can’t bear to think about not having either one of them in my life if it works out with one of them and not the other.. I couldn’t lose either of them ever…” You rambled, barely breathing as the words spewed forth and Kie took them all in- a small smirk resting on her pretty face.

“So how long have you been fucking around with Jay and John B?” she asked, glancing at her nails, pretending to not be bothered. But you gasped, and tried to cover it with a cough.

“What makes you think its them?” You tried tom laugh it off, but the laugh came out nervously, and you may as well be carrying a sign telling her. She rolled her eyes and laughed.

“How long Y/N?” She asked again, not playing along with your bullshit. You sighed and tugged at your head, she shook her head and pulled you around like a rag doll until you sat with your back to her and he was able to get her hands in your hair and begin to braid it- her fingers twisting and turning your hair soothing you.

“Not long… but they’re them. And I can’t stop myself falling under their spell when they make me feel so good. And they’re treating me so well, they go at my pace and when I’m with them- it sounds cheesy, but I feel complete… But I don’t want to hurry anyone. I mean its not like if things work out we can all be together- and I can’t imagine the rest of my life without them in it…” You whispered out, Kie’s fingers tucking strand after strand of your hair around, seemingly being the key to ease you enough to stop your mouth running at the same speed as your mind.

“Who says you can’t? Have you spoken to them about this? Have you even asked them about it?” She asked you, her voice soft in your ear as she continued to braid.

“You’re right… They might not even be interested in me. Like they could just be doing this to help out a friend… so the only person who could get hurt is me… well fuck…” you whined the last part and shook your head, until Kie gave your tresses a sharp tug and tisked.

“Not what I meant, its obvious those boys would literally die for you. I don’t know when it happened- but I’m pretty sure they both love you or are even in love with you..” she stated matter-of-factly. “I meant who says you can’t be with both of them? Nothing has to change between you guys… I mean you’re practically together with them as it is!” She exclaimed, it was you turn to scoff at her- and she gripped your shoulders, making you turn to look at her over your shoulder.

You stayed silent and mulled over her words; and even you couldn’t deny there was some truth ringing through them, when all of this started, it had never been awkward as you imagined it could be, and the euphoria you felt when you were with them was undeniable. You let your mind wander; the boys treated you with the utmost respect. Each showing they cared in their own way. Your heart pattered unevenly as you imagined your life with them both, and maybe Kie had a point, maybe it wouldn’t be all that different to how things were currently? As you were lost in your own mind, Kie had finished twisting your hair into two braids and was tying them off with hair ties. You breathed in deeply, and nodded to yourself.

“So how come I stopped him? Like what if I’m not ready?” you whispered out, the Carrera girl smiled and tugged on one of your braids.

“You’re ready, when you’re ready. It’s up to you and you said yourself he respected that when you asked him to stop… and its in your rules. You set the pace remember?” Kie stated holding your hand in her own and squeezing gently. You bit your lip and smiled at her, before dropping a kiss to her cheek and thanking her as you made your way back out of her window and into the heavy rain. You’d made up your mind, you wanted John B and JJ. And you needed to show them that, you would start with John B. So you made your way back to the chateau- the rain soon soaking you as your walk-jog to his place seemed to last a lifetime. Streets passing in a blur as the rain trickled into your eyes. When you finally made your way to the chateau, you felt like you were in a cheesy romcom scene; running to admit your love for the main character- slowing your pace even more and letting the rain truly soak you, you tried the shake the cliché from yourself as you entered the ramshackle home- no knocking necessary as the door was never locked to any of you, this place was as much your home as his. And there he was sprawled on the pull out, scrolling mindlessly on his phone as the tv played in the background, beer abandoned on the floor beside him and a half eaten pizza accompanying it. When you barged through the door, he shot up- eyes wide as he took in your drenched form.

“Y/N.. what the..?” he started as you took steps towards him, throwing your arms around his neck and pressing your soggy self against him as your lips found his. The kiss wasn’t rushed, it was passionate- it had that familiar languid pace which as John B entirely. His hands found their way to your cheeks and he cradled your face between them, his plush lips caressing your own, as his breathing became more laboured as the kiss continued until he could take it no longer and reluctantly pulled away from your lips- your lips soon missing the pressure of his and went searching for them.

“Not that I’m complaining, like at all, but what the hell are you doing coming here in this weather?” he whispered, not trusting his voice just yet- as his forehead rest against your own. His breath fanning across your face, as you panted lightly.

“I needed to see you. I ditched you and ran away from you like a little bitch cause I was scared… But I’m not scared anymore and I want you.. I want you to teach me my next lesson!” You stated softly, surging forwards and meeting his lips with your own once more. Your tongue traced over his bottom lip seeking entrance- and that was when he pulled away again, making you sigh in frustration.

“Are you sure?” He asked, eyes searching your own as he held your face delicately between his large hands. You rolled your eyes but smiled at the same time.

“At my pace right? Well this is me setting the pace… so take me to your bedroom and teach me Routledge…” You whispered, staring into his dark gaze as his eyes widened slightly- his mouth dropping open slightly.

“Yes Ma’am…” He murmured against your lips as his hands dropped from your face to grip your own and lead you through the house- he stumbled slightly every couple of steps as he was not only walking backwards but also connected to your lips and with his eyes closed, it was a minor miracle you both made it to his room without serious injury- instead the journey was filled with giggles muffled by kisses. Once in his room, his kisses became more- tongues tangling and teeth nipping, bottom lips were sucked and breathing began to race as fast the hearts beating within your chests. Your hands wandered him; tracing over the muscles of his shoulders, his biceps, his chest- the pounding of his heart underneath your palm, his abs- stomach tensing and twitching at the ticklish contact before settling on his waist and pulling him closer- so the entirety of your soaked front was pressed against his shirtless one. Goose bumps raising on expanse of you both. His lips met the corner of yours before venturing downwards and meeting the sensitive flesh of your neck- leaving wet kisses, his tongue flicking out before his teeth nibbled into the skin making sure to leave a faint ache there as a mark was delivered. He let his hands drift to your hips and tugged on the drenched and borrowed t-shirt you were wearing- he struggled to pull it up your body, the sopping material clinging to every part of you- it getting stuck on your head and made the pair of you split from each other as you worked in tandem to rid you of the shirt. You both laughed victoriously as the offensive fabric was tossed carelessly across the room as far away from you as possible. John B brushed some of the baby hairs- which had fallen loose from your braids during the struggle- before his fingers dug their way through the tangled tresses and pulled your lips needily against his own. He began to move you backwards until the back of your knees met the soft edge od his bed- he leaned into you until you tumbled back, him following and landing atop you.

Your kisses travelled along his pouty lips and chiselled jaw to his tanned neck, gentle and tickling kisses being left there. His fingers traced along the edge of the bra covering you from him, tips dipping below a cup and teasing your already hardened nipples- smoothing over it before flicking at it- causing it to harden more, his clothed hips thrusting against you own as the needy whine left your throat. His finger traced lower the calloused pads tickling against your stomach making giggles erupt from you and vibrate against him. his hand cupping and rubbing against you clothed core- leaving you wondering whether your panties were wet from the rain or the arousal coursing through you. His deft fingers found the button and the zipper on your shorts- undoing them both and moving to wriggle the sodden material down your hips and thighs before being removed from you entirely. One of his skilled hands found its way to your cloth covered core and began teasing you through the material as his lips claimed your own once more. His fingers tracing up and down you still covered slit- moving to rub figure eights onto you clothed clit- eliciting the most delicious moan he’d ever heard from you, continuing their ministrations the tips of his other fingers tugged the saturated material to the side before they ventured within your drenched folds. At the contact a high pitched whine echoed around you. His lips left yours to nip at your chest, chin nudging the cup of your bra out of his way as his plush lips captured your hardened peak- laving it with attention, his hand left your core the slide behind you and undo the irritating fabric, pulling it from your body and taking his time to marvel at you.

His fingers swiftly returned to your hips, tugging on the band of your underwear and pulling them too from your body, leaving you completely bare before him- making you skin heat in a flush that made him groan and bury his head in your neck marking up your pretty skin. Trailing his lips further down until they met the skin just under your breast- he let his attentions focus there as he left a more prominent mark, which wouldn’t be easily hidden in your usual summer attire and activities. His fingers moved between your slick folds, doing the most sinful of things- building you up, winding the coil deep within you belly tighter and tighter- your release so close, but just out of reach making you whine out frustratedly. John B chuckled huskily as his lips found yours again, his tongue working it’s way in to your mouth once more, teasing yours in a similar fashion to that of his fingers. And as he plunged his middle and ring finger within your slick entrance and began pumping with purpose you felt yourself teeter over the edge and the knot within you snapped with a high pitched keen- which was muffled by his pouty lips. his fingers pumped within you lazily- coaxing you through your high, as you hand began to wander down the expanse of him once more. One palm grazing against the prominent bulge within the confines of his shorts- you rubbed against him as he huffed out air and moaned in your ear- as his head fell to your shoulder. His reaction to your hands movements spurring you to unbutton and unzip him; before reaching into the tight fabric and meeting the soft flesh beneath, pulling a gasp from you at his lack of underwear. He pulled your hand from him, before kissing you swiftly on the lips once more before moving himself from you and tugging his shorts from his body- leaving him bare before your greedy gaze. He sprang free- the russet tip leaking, the slit glistening in the low lighting of the dark room- it was silent, barring your panting breaths and pounding hearts. You reached a hand towards him once more, but his hands clasped onto your wrists before you could make contact.

“Are you sure? We can stop now if you like…” He asked, dark gaze locked on yours- eyes searching for a response, you just smiled and nodded your head before cradling his chin and pulling his kiss swollen lips towards your own in a gentle kiss. When you parted, he puffed out the breath he had been holding and turned to his bedside table, delving a hand within and retrieving the small foil packet. He held it up for you to see, and you reached forward and took it from his hand- holding it within your sweaty one. You ripped the packaging open and proceeded to pull the protection from its confines, before manoeuvring it to roll onto his awaiting member, rolling down his length and pumping him a couple of times before kissing his lips gently once more. you then moved to lay back on the bead- head resting against the pillows that smelled of him, your heart racing with anticipation as his fingers delved within you once more- gathering some of your slick and coating himself with it, letting his fingers linger and tease you for a short time before sliding himself up and ontop of you, his hips nestling between your spread legs, his weight being supported by one of his strong arms beside your head as the other hand laved your most intimate area with attention- his lips seeking your own in a searing kiss as he began to push into you. You hissed at the feeling, it wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was kind of uncomfortable- it was a strange feeling to be connected with him, as you felt full almost complete as he pushed further into you. His lips leaving your to pepper soft kisses around your face and neck, before he buried his head in the crook of your neck as he bottomed out within. He fought the urge to begin moving before you were ready, waiting for you to tilt your hips to urge him on. And once he had that confirmation, he pulled back agonisingly slowly before pushing back in at the same pace. He slid within you easily, your slick coating him, and your thighs as he moved at a languid pace.

Your moan loud in his ear as you became accustomed to surrounding him in the most intimate of ways, urging him to move faster- his hips surging forwards and retreating at a quicker pace as his own moans flooded the room. A giggle escaping you as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure and dig your nails into the tan flesh of his back, leaving a white trail as you dragged them down before they met the curve of his ass. Your hands resting there and then grabbing a cheek in each hand and pushing him closer to you. John B got the message and whined out as his hips began a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping against your own- skin meeting skin and lips meeting lips as he climbed closer to his peak. He was reaching his end, but he knew you were nowhere near, and so he tried to hold himself back, but the warm, welcoming tightness encompassing him was too much, his rhythm faltered and his hips moved erratically as he reached the peak.

“Y/N..”was groaned sinfully in your ear as he emptied into the protection. You stroked your hands down his back and hair as he calmed from the high. His spent body collapsing atop your own. His weight a comfort as your calming touch tried to ease your racing hearts. All too soon he was sliding himself from you with a sickening squelching sound, he slide down your body and you leaned yourself up onto your elbows curiously as you watched him bury his head between your thighs, and as his tongue met your sensitive and slick flesh a gasp left your kiss-swollen lips. He licked along your lower lips. He then dove in- tongue tasting you- licking and caressing you the way his lips had done elsewhere. Your breathing becoming laboured at the sensations on your already stimulated core. He focused lips on your sensitive nub, lips closing around it and suckling gently making you whine. His lips and tongue worked you as if telling your core the most salacious secrets, you were reaching your end. The familiar tightening in your belly becoming almost too much to bear as your legs went numb, a truly sinful noise leaving your delicate lips- almost had him hardening at the sound. He let his tongue and lips clean you of your juices before his head reappeared from the depths of your thighs. His plush lips and chin glistening with the evidence of your orgasm. He wiped at his chin with he back of his hand- but left the slick on his lips as he met yours in a sordid kiss; letting you taste yourself on him, to him you were the sweetest nectar, and he wanted to share it with you. As your lazy kisses became pecks- he pushed himself away from you, moving around the room, he discarded of the used condom in the small trash bin near the door- before leaving the room, and as you watched his back move away from you. A panic settled within your chest- as your mind replayed the image of him walking away from you in your minds eye, until his smiling face re-entered the bedroom his hands holding a washcloth, which he used to clean you sensitive core properly. Before tossing it away into some unknown corner of the room- he then jumped onto the bouncy bed beside you and laid back. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders he tugged you to lay atop him, your ear pressed to his chest. And he kissed you gently; your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids, your nose, your jaw and then finally your lips. the kiss was soft- but was full of the emotions John B was bursting to tell you, but couldn’t, not yet. So for now the gentle kiss sufficed, as the two of your succumbed to a peaceful sleep.

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A Touch Of Lips

Birds twittered outside the window, and sunlight leaked through the slits in your blind. You could feel the warm body underneath you. Head resting on a chest which rose and fell peacefully, you tilted your head up, hands coming to rest underneath your chin as you stared at the blonde. His face was so peaceful, still marred with painful looking bruises and cuts; his eyes covered from you in sleep, but his mouth was quirked slightly a smile painted on them even in unconsciousness, his lips looking so inviting that you couldn’t restrain yourself. You pushed up on your hands on his chest and placed a gentle kiss upon him. It was only supposed to be a peck, but when he began to respond it soon turned into a lazy series of smooches.

“Well that’s an amazing way to wake up..” JJ whispered against your lips, not wishing to part from you for too long, you both were smiling into the kisses. You shuffled off of him slightly, wrapping you arms around his middle and snuggling into him, as your arms rearranged around him you brushed against his lower body- feeling his hardness against you made you blush madly at the memory of last night. You could remember the way he felt in your hands and the desperate noises he whimpered out as you pushed him closer to his release. As the hay images flittered across your mind’s eye you felt a rush of heat flow through you and settle in between your legs. JJ stiffened at the brief contact, the slightest brush of hands or lips and it sent him in to a bubble of lust. His lips moving more furiously over your own- hands ventured along bodies- whispered moans filled the heady air surrounding you both. Until there was a knock on your bedroom door, you pulled away from JJ quickly, rolling to the side and off him before pushing him off the bed as the door opened to reveal your father.

“Morning sweetheart..” He smiled, his eyes caught on the black boots at the foot of your bed and cargo shorts. He rolled his eyes and wiped a hand over his face tiredly. “Morning JJ or John B.. “ Your Dad kind of growled out; it wasn’t that he disliked the boys, he just didn’t take kindly to the fact that she was either sharing a bed in with one of them in the chateau or one of them was crawling in to her bed here, and no father wants his little girl sharing a bed with horny teenage boys.

“Breakfast is in the kitchen, I have to go to the station and don’t know what time I’ll be back later so I’ll see you when I see you sweetheart..” Your dad smiled at you softly, which you returned meekly, as JJ’s head popped up from the floor and peered at your dad stood in the doorway. You dad shook his head as JJ tried to not look to embarrassed at being caught out.

“And you… Get clothes on and get outta my daughters bed… You better not have defiled her Maybank or I swear to god..” He pointed a finger at the blond who flinched at the threatening voice.

“DAD! Get out! Go to work!” You cut your father off, mortification racing through your system quickly. You covered your face in your hands, you couldn’t tell if the room was hot or if your embarrassment was burning you alive from the inside out. You could hear your Dad grumbled as he closed the door and slam around the house before leaving for the day. The engine of the cruiser coming to life outside and driving away- but the shame unfortunately didn’t follow. The bed bounced as JJ jumped up on it, pulling you so you could bury your face in his warm chest instead of your hands.

“Has the ground swallowed us up yet?” You whispered and JJ just chuckled dropping a kiss to the top of your head and letting his hands rub up and down your back soothingly.

“Hey, at least we’re both kinda dressed and he didn’t walk in like ten minutes later.. cause then I think we’d all need therapy..” He laughed, your head flying up to stare at him mouth open and cheeks aflame. Your hands left his waist and felt for the pillow behind you before flumping him in the face with it. He sat and stared at you shocked. Eyes wide, mouth dropped open before grinning madly at you and reaching for his own pillow. And thus began “..the pillow fight to end all pillow fights” as JJ had dubbed it, the two of you running around the room wafting pillows at each other, laughing wildly as you both made contact. You were both to enthralled with whacking each other with pillows you didn’t notice John B crawling through the open window, until you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and toss you onto the bed- a scream leaving your lips as JJ howled louder with laughter. You looked to your assailant and threw a pillow at him.

“You scared the shit outta me John B!” You crowed, before joining in laughing with your boys. The fight soon became an all out battle, unfair for you as you were being pummelled by the pair of them- your laughter was raucous and loud, and it continued until the two boys collapsed on the bed beside you worn out and breathing as heavily as you were. You all laid together, the boys entwined around you- trying to calm your hearts and guffaws of laughter to chortles, you swept your hair from your face with a huff before realising the contentedness that encapsulated you. You were happy here- buried between your boys, having ridiculous frivolous fun, them entwined around you happily, both just being there. You looked to JJ and waited for his merry blue eyes to find you, you stroked a hand over his face, you then looked to John B and grinned at his tan, freckled face and let your finger poke his cheek. The two leaned in and pecked each of your cheeks, causing you smile to widen into a grin that nearly split your face.

“I heard there is going to be a killer storm in the next couple of days so the swell is going to be immense.. So I was thinking we grab our boards and make the most of it before the tourons ruin our beach?” John B stated, as his fingers found your own and they began to wiggle play with the appendages. His calloused tips tracing over your own and around your palm and wrist- tickling the delicate skin there- you looked to JJ who just grinned, and so it was decided that was what the three of you would do. You patted John B’s stomach and moved to stand from the bed, JJ pinched your side playfully as you moved making you yelp. You collected the abandoned pillows from the floor and tossed them back onto the bed with the boys; they groaned at the impacts but laughed along regardless. You moved around the room; searching through drawers for a fresh bikini, you couldn’t decide between the yellow or pink one, holding part of both suits in your hand thoughtfully.

“Yellow..” JJ murmured from behind, you looked to him over your shoulder- watching as John B nodded emphatically. You smiled lightly and put the pink one back- then moved to your closet and collected some shorts and a t-shirt before turning back to the boys and gesturing for them to leave. They both just stared at you not understanding the issue, you sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Dude, leave so I can change..” You stated exasperatedly, the boys fumbled to get up and leave you to do as you said. You got yourself ready and piled your hair into a messy bun on top of your head as you tugged on the bandeau bikini and other clothes, you slipped your feet into your sandals and ventured out to the boys- grabbing one of each of their hands and pulling them behind you to the kitchen. You shoved a cooler into John B’s arms and began whirling around the kitchen making sandwiches and collecting soda’s and beers before popping them into the cooler. JJ helped pass you things and close cupboards etc as you whizzed around. When you were closing the lid to the cooler, you pushed John B to the front door and JJ jogged to grab your board from the back porch, the three of you venturing out to the Twinkie- and the moment you stepped foot out the door, the sun began slamming its heat into you. You all settle into the van and set off for the beach; you had raced JJ to try and get shotgun, but the blonde had won, and now you sat in the back of the bus, head propped between the two as John B concentrated on the roads which were beginning to become busy with summer-fun-seekers and JJ concentrated on slipping a new juul cartridge into the pen before breathing it in. He held it to your lips, letting you take a hit and smiling as you took it like a champ.

The ride to the beach was filled with tunes and chatter- and before you knew it you were pulling to a stop in a parking space and the three of you sprung from the van, you tugged the cooler with you as you hopped out. JJ had already climbed up onto the roof of the Twinkie and was handing the boards down to John B, once JJ was back on the ground and not precariously leaning half off the roof; you all jogged down to the sandy beach. The air was warm, and the breeze was gentle- it was a glorious summer’s day, but the ominous black clouds pulling themselves from the horizon slowly told you the waves today would be sick. You all ran close to the shore line; spreading out a couple of towels and propping the cooler between them; you watched as the boys stripped off their shirts and shoes, you eyes watching their movements making your mouth go dry, as they stood before you in all of their tan gloriousness. You mind quickly reminding you how those taut muscles felt under your hands and the palms of them tingled.

“See something you like Y/N?” JJ asked teasingly, his face donning a grin fit for the devil himself, John B stood beside him- equally as taunting. You huffed as the flush ran through your body- you’d been caught ogling them, and you couldn’t even play it off. You ignored the comment with a sniff, and proceeded to tug of your shirt and shorts- feeling their eyes on you, you raised a brow before turning to your board- grabbing it and jogging off to the water. Wading your way into the cold waves you stood and let your body regulate to the temperature before sliding onto your board and paddling out to wait for a wave. The boys followed close behind, the three of you floating on your boards as you waited for the waves to begin roiling. The wind picked up as the sky began to darken; you turned your gaze to the once busy shoreline, and watched as the masses began to pack up their belongings and flee the sand as the first few drops of rain splattered onto them, you tilted your head to the sky and let the rain drizzle onto you. As the waves began to get more wild, you waited and began paddling back to shore- the crashing wave chasing you down, when it was upon you- you leaped up to your feet keeping low to keep your balance as you felt the wave take you. Arms out to the sides to keep your balance, you swayed your body with the waters movement below- cutting turns and twists into the wave. Letting out a whoop of joy as you rode the wave for as long as possible before the swell dumped your body in the water below. The boys followed your lead and began chasing and riding their own waves.

You stayed in the water for as long as you could- before your skin was beginning to turn blue from the pouring rain and the freezing ocean. The heavens had opened and the rain poured over you all, but it didn’t stop your laughter or joy. You let the waves push you further into the shore, sliding off your board and wading through the knee deep water until you were able to collapse on the soggy sand- waves lapping at your feet. John B followed you out, dumping his board next to yours before sitting behind you; his wet chest to your goose bump covered back, legs either side of your own, arms locking around your shoulders, face nuzzling into your neck- the both of you watching JJ surf more waves, he was the better surfer out of the three of you. John B brushed his hair back with on of his hands before reaching round and pulling your face towards him and kissing you gently. He smiled into the kiss, before swaying the two of you to an unheard song. He pulled away and pecked the tip of your nose making you giggle- the rain still poured over the pair of you, both watching and whooping as JJ showed off his skills. You sighed happily and leaned against John B’s chest, resting your hands around his forearms- both watching on as the waves became more and more wild, when JJ was dumped from a wave for the fifth time in a row he decided to make his way back to shore to you both. As soon as his foot stepped back on soggy sand, sinking in slightly- thunder cracked and lightening flashed over head. You felt your heart start at the surprising noise- your breathing gasping as you flinched further into John B’s chest. He laughed at your reaction and pressed a kiss to your wet crown before tugging you up- reaching for both of your boards as you collected the cooler and your soggy clothes. You all ran to the van- you diving inside the back of it and wrapping a blanket around your shivering frame, after hoisting the boards back into place on the roof, JJ joined you. Slithering into the blanket with you and wrapping himself around you, as you both shivered together. John B jumped into the cab, starting her up- shaking his long curly hair from his face like a dog before urging her out of the parking spot and down the much quieter roads.

The storm was becoming more violent outside, thunder crashing and lightening flashing more frequently, you could all feel the wind push against the sides of the Twinkie as John B steered her down the familiar path to JJ’s dwelling. As you neared the house you could feel JJ stiffen behind you, and it had nothing to do with him being cold- it wasn’t a home, it could never be called that. A home was filled with love, not terror. The chateau was home, with you and John B- and as he pulled into the dirt track drive you all breathed a sigh of relief as it was empty. Meaning the elder Maybank was working so JJ would have some peace and safety for the night. JJ kissed your cheek laughing as John B raised a brow and pointed to his own, before leaning forwards and dropping a kiss on the brunettes cheek also- he grabbed his gear and an to the door, waving wildly at the pair of you before disappearing behind the door. You slide yourself forwards and clambered into the passengers seat next to John B who began the drive back home. One hand on the wheel and the other resting on your thigh- covered with goose bumps, he turned up the heat and tried to get the radio to play, but the storm interfered with the signal. The music being drowned out by whitenoise and crackling- as the monster of a storm raged outside. You noticed visibility out the windshield was getting worse, and it made you wonder how John B was able to even see.

Thunder bellowed overhead, and John B swerved to the side of the road; a gasp and a yell leaving you both at the sudden movement. And then pained groans as the Twinkie dipped over the shoulder of the road- lurching you both forwards uncomfortably, you continued to roll forwards until John B remembered to slam the breaks on. The jarring impact of you stopping flung you back against your seat. John B lifted his hands from the wheel and looked over you with worried eyes. When he was sure you weren’t harmed in any way, he wrangled the bus into park and switched her off. You couldn’t see through the wind screen; the rain was coming down in thick sheets. The clashes of thunder were coming every other second and rumbling so loudly within your chest it felt as if your heart stopped beating regularly.

“I can’t drive in this! It’s not safe… looks like we’re camping out here for a while ‘till she passes…” John B called to you, trying to be heard over the cacophony just outside. You nodded and moved to the back of the Twinkie, he followed; the two of you piling all of the blankets and pillows back there in to some sort of comfort, it was like building a fort. Once you were content that it would be comfortable, you flopped yourself down into the blankets, making grabby hands at John B until he laid next to you. You giggled as he snuggled in wrapping himself around you like a blanket himself. He reached one hand from you to your phone- abandoned on the floor, scrolling through it until he found your music, he chose a playlist and let it play aloud. The then switched out of the app and opened up the camera one; holding the phone to face you both, he pushed his face against your own until his lips were pressing into your cheek. He snapped the pic, the tell-tale shutter sound shielding the music momentarily- before moving his lips to cover your own, in a gentle kiss. Again the shutter sound echoed, and you laughed at his cheesiness. But let him have his mini photoshoot all the same. Secretly enjoying every moment as your heart swelled and a warm, fuzzy feeling settled within your stomach. When he was happy he’d captured the moment well enough, he let the music play and let your phone rest near your heads. He let his eyes close and laid on his back before snuggling your head to rest on his chest, you laughed, leaning up and pecked at his cheek before settling back on him once more.

The wind howled around you, the rain pattering down quickly and never-ending upon the roof above, thunder booming making it feel like it was shaking your very being and lightening flickering, lighting up John B’s peaceful face in a darkly beautiful way. He had his eyes closed still, but his lips quirked.

“You’re staring…” He whispered, turning his face to you, before opening his dark eyes and staring back at you. You just smiled gently back at him and he let a huff of air pass through his nose- almost like a laugh. You could feel yourself relax and your breathing slow, and sleep was calling to you both, dragging you towards it peacefully. Until a particularly loud burst of thunder ripped through the sky, making a yelp leave you as you clung to John B.

“Hey, you’re okay.. I got you..” he murmured, one of his hands raising from your waist to tilt your face up towards him- he then leaned down and kissed you. Trying to let his lips calm you, but as his supple lips met yours, and his tongue swept along your bottom lip- they did the exact opposite. The gentle kiss became the spark that ignited flames within you, and his gentle hands smoothing over your skin only coaxed them into an inferno. You manoeuvred yourself to hover above his lips, legs straddling his waist- one of your arms supporting you, the other resting against the side of his face as his lips danced with your own, you pulled away slightly and his pouted lips followed you- making you giggle before meeting him again and kissing him with fervour. You opened your mouth and let your teeth nip into his plump bottom lip, making him groan as he opened his mouth and let your tongue in. You explored his mouth, tongue stroking against his. Hands began to wander, his large ones cupping around your bikini clad backside and squeezed- pulling you closer to him, moving you back and forth on him. You could feel him, and from what you could feel he was feeling the heat all the same- your bottoms becoming damp as your arousal settled there. Your ground yourself on him- languidly, this whole entanglement was leisurely and passionate. His fingers trailed up you back and tugged at the material covering your chest from him- you leaned away and pulled the bandeau top up and over your body and head. As more skin was revealed his eyes marvelled at you, focusing solely on you, taking a mental photograph- memorising the ethereal way your skin glowed in the striking lightening. His hands moved slowly ghosting over your soft skin and cupping your breasts, thumbs moving over your hardened nipples and toying with them gently, the moan slipping from you made his pupils blow and mouth drop open.

You lunged forward again and captured his mouth- kissing again, his lips always welcoming. You hands venturing down his body, tracing over his abs- feeling them contract under your palms- then lower to palm his growing hardness. He stiffened and whined at the contact; the storm outside almost drowning his noises out, you fingers fumbled with the waist band, tugging until he got the message. You pulled back and helped him push his shorts off his body, when he was free you scanned your eyes over him. He was different to JJ, not bigger, not smaller- just different but non-the-less pleasing. Your mouth went dry as you saw the blushing head leaking pre-cum. You let the pads of your fingers trace over it and spread it around, lifting it to your mouth and suckling the taste of him from the tips. You had to fight the urge to go back for more. And John B jut watched you eyebrows so high in his hairline you wondered off-handedly if they would ever return to their usual place. His mouth was wide in an O shape, but no sound escaped him, but he could’ve watched that image of you on a loop in his mind until the end of his days; as he was positive nothing would ever be that enticing. That sexy. You licked your hand thoroughly before letting it wander along his shaft- his head falling back against the floor of the Twinkie with a thump. You let your hand squeeze and run along him building up a smooth pace; not too fast or too slow, and he seemed to appreciate it, if the moans leaving his plush lips were anything to go off. You pressed kisses against any flesh your could; nibling and sucking your mark into his left pec. Smiling at the blossoming bruise that formed- you watched as he was lost in the throes of ecstasy.

You moved your lips down his body kissing and licking against the tan skin, soon enough your face was where your hand was working him. You don’t know what made you do it, but your mind couldn’t keep up with your body- as you surged forwards and let your lips meet the blush head of him. He was lost in the sensation, until he felt something new but not unwelcome- his head popping up and staring at you eyes wide- brows furrowed. You were looking at him for his reaction, and you weren’t disappointed, the look on his face spurred you on, as you wracked your brain for anything you could remember from watching porn. You tentatively opened your lips and left open kisses on the tip.

“F-f-f-uuuuck!” john B whispered, his hands pushing his hair from his face. His response pushed you on. Your mouth opened and took him inside, you bobbed your head down as far as you could before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on him. You watched him from beneath you lashes, his hands were fisted in his curly locks and tugging at the ends of the strands and his face was screwed up beautifully in pleasure. You moved slowly, taking him in and out of your warmth- moving your wet hand over the parts of him you couldn’t fit into your mouth. His moans made you hum in appreciation- you picked up the pace slightly and pushed him further into the confines of pleasure. And he was so close, so, so close to that delicious release- he wasn’t lasting long, especially when you swiped your tongue over him teasingly as you gained confidence. As he could feel the familiar tightening in his stomach, he tried to let you know to pull away. When his frantic hands tapped at your shoulder you pulled back- he sighed out and took himself in his hand and pumped himself quickly.

“mm gonna cum..” He grunted out as he pumped his hand quicker until spurts of white coated his hand and some landed on your chest. His eyes couldn’t decide whether to screw shut tightly or stare at you wide eyed. He was wrong, this was the most beautiful and sexy thing he’d seen; you covered in him. Once he had ridden out the aftershocks of his release he lunged towards you and kissed you furiously, passionately- his lips slowing until it became more his more familiar languid style. His fingers found their way to your bottoms and began to stroke you over the material. Before slipping underneath- you moved your hips against his hand and tried to gain more friction; chasing your elusive high. John B began shifting his weight until he could roll you beneath him; his hand slipping from the front of your bottoms to the sides and began to tug them down. Once you were bare for him his fingers returned to our most sensitive area- and yours began their exploration of him once more you could feel him begin to harden again, as you both teased eachother. Lips fused in a never ending kiss. You lifted your legs, and began to wrap them around his hips, dragging him towards you. His fingers working you to your end swiftly- pads of his fingers circling and drawing figure eights on your clit, your peak came and you rose with it moaning out loudly at the sensation. He pulled his lips from you, your eyes focusing on his features he looked directly into your eyes, panting slightly.

“Wait!” You gasped out, as your mind began to clear- the look on John B’s face surprised you, you had expected disappointment, not the gentle smile he was sporting. He nodded, not needing an explanation- he pulled his hands from your core, licking your taste from them before rolling off of you. He pressed his lips against yours lazily and kissed you- the way you were beginning to love. He tugged you to rest against his chest once more, pulling blankets around you both as you snuggled toget

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p4lparker · 3 years

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Gentle Hands

You weren’t sure what woke you; whether it be the heavy arm draped around your middle, the breath fanning across your neck and brushing the hair that had loosened itself from your braids against your skin, the birds chirruping loudly or the blinding sunlight beaming through the open curtains. Or maybe it was the accumulation of all of that? Or possibly it was the plush lips scattering kisses across the top of your shoulder. You sighed happily an wriggled closer to the heat radiating from behind you- a smile tugging at you lips- feeling all kinds of fuzzy, butterflies fluttering madly in your stomach, you felt him wrapped around you- his bare chest pressing to your back. His entire body molded against the back of yours.

“Good Morning..” He whispered against your skin, barely letting his lip leave you- his nose brushing against you; he couldn’t get enough of you, and he wasn’t sure he ever would, or if he would ever want to let you go. The way you felt pressed against him, was the most content he’d felt in months. Especially since his father had disappeared- you made the empty husk of a house feel like a home once more; you and JJ. He felt like that’s all he would ever need.

You giggled at the feeling of his soft lips tickling against you skin. You tried to wriggle around so you could face him, but his arm just held you fast- lips still attacking any skin they could come into contact with. Until he let his arm unwrap from around you- he let you roll onto your back before hovering overtop of you, his toned arms holding him above you. His sandy brown hair dangled around his face and tickled your blushing cheeks, as he pecked at your face instead, leaving a kiss teasingly close to your lips.

“I changed my mind… It’s a great morning!” He whispered- his eyes scanning your face, his own lips smiling cheesily at you. “You look perfect by the way.” His eyes held a sincerity that made you want to hide your face from him- he was gazing at you, there was something else lingering in there, something you couldn’t place. You bottom lip tucking itself between your lips as you stared at eachother.

“Shut up!” You whined bringing your hands up to hide your face from his grinning face. He laughed and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

“Seriously, I mean it.. Naked is a good look for you, in fact I think it’s the best look. And I think you should wear it more…” John B teased, as he let his lips lazily kiss against your own. You felt a heat rush up your body- not only from the embarrassment of his comments but also at the feeling of his lips meeting yours and your skin. You felt your body react to him immediately; hands tracing up his smooth back to tangle in his hair, one of your legs hitching around his hip and pulling him closer to you as you both got lost in the feeling of lips meeting lips. Tongues meeting tongue and teeth nibbling. You could feel a swirling sensation in your stomach and a slickness begin to settle between your thighs- you couldn’t help but buck against him slightly trying to create some kind of friction in hopes of relieving some of the pressure building.

“Like all the time… Clothes should never be an option for you again..” his voice was husky and breathing ragged as he continued to let his lips- the fire spread trough your body, where his skin met yours it felt like an electric current was thrumming. You felt your nipples pucker as they brushed against the hard planes of his chest. You sighed as his lips found their way to the column of you neck. Kissing, licking and nibbling his marks into your skin- when he was sure there would be evidence he had been there he pulled back to admire his work; eyes lighting up as he saw the purple bruises blossoming over your skin like petals on a vibrant bloom. His Cheshire cat grin was contagious and you could feel your own lips tugging up to follow his own, tugging on his hair and pulling his lips to your own once more. Giggling at the rough noise to leave his lips, but kissing him all the same.

And dear lord, you could never get bored of this boys lips. They were perfect. Chapped but soft, teasing but careful- just right, making you feel like a character form a children’s book. One of his hands ventured down your now familiar body; tickling and grazing against your skin. Teasing up and down your waist before his fingers found the hardened peak of your nipple; he brushed over it carefully before rolling it under the pads of his fingers. Pulling back to watch your face as he pinched at the peak. Tugging at the sensitive bud- his eyes wide and scrutinising your blissed out expression, before dropping his lips to your chest, wrapping them around the bud and nibbling before laving his tongue over it soon after. His efforts were rewarded by you bucking your hips in to his and the loud moan that echoed around the room. You found yourself getting lost in him once more, his hair tickling against your flushed skin as he ventured down your body, peppering kisses as he went- differing soft and sloppy until he landed on his destination. Lips suckling and teeth nibbling obvious marks into the tops of your thighs before his lips delved in. Tongue swiping against your slick slit, gathering some of your juices as it flowed from you- letting his tongue explore your folds, laving them with attention. Your breathing hitched and moans flew from your mouth as you fell deeper in to the pleasure. You could feel his tongue circle your most sensitive nerves, before his plush lips closed around it- pulling it into his warm and talented mouth, his teeth nipping gently, only heightening the arousal and pleasure sweeping through your body. You could feel the coil begin to knot itself within your lower stomach- tightening as he pushed you closer to the precipice of pleasure. John B was figuring you out, and he was enjoying every moment of it- he was learning if he moved his tongue slowly within you and then added his fingers when you least expected it, you would tug and pull harshly on his hair, and it drove him mad- the sounds that slipped from your lips fuelled him on, as he moved himself into the mattress, not even embarrassed as he could feel himself chasing his own high, knowing it wouldn’t be long.

His fingers slipped within you easily and pumped quickly, nothing like the languid laps of his tongue against your clit. He pulled his fingers out of you and pushing them back in rapidly, crooking them to hit you at a new angle- one that made you moan his name desperately and fist his hair as he pushed you over the edge. Legs going numb and shaking all at the same time. You were a panting shaking mess when he lifted his face from you, after cleaning you to his satisfaction- he was smirking at you as he shuffled up slightly and rest his chin on your stomach as your tried to calm your racing heart and laboured breathing.

“Definitely the best morning.. I think we should stay here and let me do that all day long..” John B stated lifting one eyebrow as he continued to smile cockily at you. You shook your head lifting your hands to hide your burning face. “That sounds like the best plan I’ve ever heard!” He laughed peppering kisses along your hips and lower stomach.

“I thought Pope was the brains and came up with the plans..” You laughed- his head lifted from you quickly, face a picture, eyes wide mouth slightly agape.

“Okay. One; please don’t talk about Pope when I still have your taste on my tongue.. And Two; I come up with plenty of good plans, like the one previously mentioned..” John B stated as his fingers found their way to your waist and began tickling the soft skin there. You giggles spurred him on and his fingers were relentless in their onslaught. He was still wedged between your thighs, most of his weight resting on his elbows, as he dropped his lips to your lower stomach as it quaked with laughter, he pursed his lips and blew a raspberry on to the skin- making you laugh louder as your hands tried to pry his away. When you were a gasping mess; laughter tears leaking down your face, mouth gaping wide but no sound escaping you he stopped. Moving himself up to hover over you on his hands and knees pressing a kiss to your forehead as you calmed. He moved his face level with yours, ghosting his lips across your own before pressing his forehead against your own. The room had silenced, and that was when you heard it; the incessant buzzing of your phone on the floor beside the bed, you sighed and let a hand drop from the mattress blindly groping for the device. Your fingers brushed against it and pulled it towards you, peeking at the notifications; there were a couple of messages from Kie, and you pushed the boy smothering you with pecks once more away from you. He frowned as your hand pushed against his chest, but he sat back on his feet regardless.

“So much for your genius plan..” You stated showing him the messages, reminding you of your extra shift at The Wreck. He puffed air into his cheeks, looking like a puffer fish and let the air out nodding, with a forlorn look in his eyes. He grabbed the phone from your hand and tossed it behind him on the bed and kissed you quickly once more, before gripping your hands and tugging you to sit up with him, his arms wrapping you up in him and holding you close.

“Alright… it was a genius plan, but I have a better one… You can only leave this bed on one condition..” John B sighed pouting his full lips at you, you rolled your eyes but nodded gesturing for him to continue. “You can only leave this bed to do boring work as long as you wear the shirt you were changing into last night!” He stated, staring you down- hazel eyes alight with mischief, an eyebrow arched at you challengingly and his lips teasing a grin he was trying to hold back. You thought it over for a moment before shaking your head.

“I can’t wear your clothes John B, remember the rules. We can’t tell the others. You and JJ came up with the rules in the first place.” You stated pushing him off you and rolling to gather the abandoned shirt on the floor. A part of you longing to wear his shirt but the other part of you scared that the smartest two of your ‘family’ would work out the whole situation.

“I said wear my shirt… not tattoo our agreement on your forehead. Besides, you look amazing wearing my clothes- its like you have a part of me with you all day even though I can’t be wrapped around you, my shirt can be… And now I’m jealous of my shirt..” John B started strong, rolling his eyes, but by the end of his last sentence he was frowning in such a cute way. You bit your lip to suppress the giggle waiting to erupt. Your fingers were playing with the collar of the shirt- thumb brushing over it gently. You turned to see him still flopped on the bed- pouting like a toddler and you could feel yourself nodding before you even realised you were doing so. He sat up and whooped, rushing from the bed to grab you around the middle and spin you in a circle. You patted his shoulder and rolled your eyes at his antics- he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek before letting you down but not letting you go; his eyes glancing over your naked body once more. A hungry look settling in his eyes, as you pushed him away and began collecting your clothes. Dragging them on; the bikini from the day before, along with your now dry shorts and converse- before pushing your arms through his stripey shirt. John B came and stood behind you, sliding his arms around your waist and buttoning it up for you- his chin resting on your shoulder. He buttoned half of the buttons and left the shirt open from just below your bikini top, slapping your hands away as you tried to do more up- after his hands slapped at you a few times, you just let them be, allowing John B to have his way again. You moved on to take your hair from its haphazard braids; leaving your hair in a wavy mass. He was just beginning to leave kisses on your neck again, groaning as he caught sight of you in his shirt in the mirror- when a loud honking came from outside the ramshackle building. You bent at the hips and pushed away from him, prying his needy hands from your body. Once you were free you ran from his bedroom and through the house towards the covered in porch- you could hear him following behind you, laughing at your antics. you continued to run out the wooden home and towards the Jeep Kie was situated in and leaning on the horn. Just as you were pulling the door open he had made it to the path leading up to the chateau.

You clamboured into the car before pulling your body out of the sun roof- raising your hand to your forehead you gave him a two fingered salute as Kie began to drive away. John B clutched at his heart dramatically and you laughed- Kie taking one hand from the wheel to pull you back in to the now moving vehicle and into your seat.

“Seatbelt… cause apparently you wanna kill yourself..” She grumbled, you laughed- rolling your eyes but doing as she said non-the-less. Kie turned her face to you, a questioning look painted on her beautiful face- which you happily ignored in favour of playing around with the radio controls. She sighed at you ignoring her but allowed you, your privacy; besides, that display could have just been friendly, she needed more evidence before she confronted you with her theories. Once the pair of you got to The Wreck- you were both whisked up in work. It was a busy day- the earlier days of summer usually were, not that the busyness eased off any during the summer, but the first week the staff were exhausted by closing. You and Kie were rushing around from the get-go; taking orders, filling them, cleaning and clearing tables. You and Kie had a system; and were able to manoeuvre around each other as if dancing in a ballroom. Pirouetting around each other and customers with full trays of food and drinks. Mr C offering you both high fives as you passed at a job well done- you both dancing an swaying to the beat of the happy tunes playing form the speakers. The breakfast rush had been and gone- allowing you all to breath a small sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long as you all glanced at the clock; the lunchtime rush was imminent. You laughed as Kie ran a hand through her curly tresses and tugged. And so the dance began again; you both dashing around each other carefully. You were helping an elderly couple pay for their meal when John B and JJ strolled through the doors and plonked themselves down at the counter in front of you.

As you took the couples payment and they left you a hefty tip- which you’d share with Kie as it was way too much- you raised a brow to the two boys who were trying to smile ‘innocently’ at you, and you felt nerves settle in your stomach. You turned to the two, and just stared- trying to channel as much of Kie’s attitude as you could.

“What can I getcha boys?” You asked, when Mrs C looked over at you, the boys looked at you questioningly at your change in demeanour- you tilted your head and smiled widening your eyes, and they seemed to get the message. Laughing as they turned to wave at Kie’s Mom before ordering fries and shakes a piece. You nodded and sent the order to the kitchen, before wandering back to them. As you stood in front of them and began wiping down the counter top; JJ held up a hand, you let your eyes look at the dangerous and familiar key chain dangling from his hand.

“What the hell JJ… Your dad is gonna kill you!” You whispered frantically, your body going cold but sweating at the same time. JJ just shrugged and smirked.

“The asshole raided my cash-stash.. so I’ve temporarily misappropriated the Phantom keys as collateral..” He stated, there was a shadow in his eyes- which chilled you, John B just smiled.

“We’re gonna take her for a spin tomorrow.. You, me , Jay, Pope and Kie.. Pogues in style baby!” John B laughed, it was obvious that he probably hadn’t helped JJ with this particular scheme, but he was supporting it which was just as dangerous. You had an unsettling feeling seat itself within you, as you stared helplessly at John B, who shook his head slightly. Just as you saw their order be put on the side to be delivered to them; Pope walked through the door and Mr C placed a hand on your shoulder and nudged his head to where Kie was clearing your usually booth. You smiled gratefully at the older man before leading the boys to the booth, Pope stopping off to give his order to Mr C on his way past. John B slid into one side of the booth, tugging on your hand and pulling you in after him- JJ then shoving you closer to the brunette as he slid in after you; leaving you sandwiched between the two. Kie raised a brow but followed Pope into the other side regardless- and shortly after you were all seated comfortably, Mr C delivered food to the table; fries and shake for JJ and John B, chicken nuggets for you with a coke, Kie a veggie burger and pepsi and Pope had a sub. JJ reached for the Mayo and John B reached for the ketchup, both squeezing some from the bottles on to your plate- the two sauces touching, before JJ reached over and mixed the two together for you with a fry. John B reached a fry over and dipped it into the pink sauce before popping it into your mouth and wrapping an arm around you.

A cough brought your attention from the nuggets in front of you; you looked to Kie and she stared at you, brows raised, eyes wide, and chin pointing to her chest. You could feel the heat race through you, as you felt her gaze focused on you and JJ hand squeezed your thigh under the table. Pope also looked at you, like he was trying to figure something out. And you quickly looked away from the pair and tried to focus on the food. The two boys either side of you either pretended not to notice the inquisitive pair in front of you or they simply ignored it. JJ offering you his shake to sip from- and the meal continued with only mild discomfort for you; as JJ let his finger draw aimlessly on your thigh under the table and John B let his fingers twist in to your hair. It was only when a small food fight started between JJ, Pope and John B did Mr C come over to you all and tell you and Kie your break was over. You waved the boys off as they were leaving the blonde and the brunette of the group blowing you and Kie obnoxious kisses over their shoulders- you held up both hands and flipped them the bird before slipping back into work mode; and with that the afternoon rush began, progressing in a similar way to the busy morning.

By the time the end of your shift rolled around and Kie had dropped you off back at home- you felt dead on your feet. You barely registered the fact that your dad’s car was in the driveway. You moved like a zombie through the house; having a sleepy and barely coherent conversation with your dad, who pushed you up the stairs. You sluggishly moved your way through your shower- yawning all the while. You stumbled back to your room and pulled on a shirt which definitely wasn’t yours, the deep arm holes clueing you in as to who it belonged to. After tugging it on and a pair of underwear sleepily you then flopped on to the bed and let unconsciousness claim you.

You awoke later in the night- mouth feeling dry and a desperate thirst in need of quenching, so you trudged your way downstairs- turning on a few lights to aid your venture to get a bottle of water, when the condensed bottle was gripped loosely in your hand a tap at the back door nearly made you drop the slippery bottle. You turned and tried to look through the glass panes in the door, you could see a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness- you stepped cautiously towards the door brandishing your bottle as a weapon. You stepped towards the glass door, one hand hovering over the handle to check it was locked when you caught sight of familiar blonde hair. You sighed out relieved and unlocked the door- before pocking your head out into the muggy air.

“JJ? What are you doing here?” You whisper shouted, as he stepped forwards and came out of the shadows to stand infront of you. You could barely make his features out as your eyes strained to adjust to the lack of light. But you could hear him sniffle slightly as he let his body fall into yours- your arms immediately lifting to wrap around his shaking form, you dragged him inside and urged him to follow you. You let him go as you locked the door once more and turned to the lights and flicked them on; the air that had been in your lungs left you in a painful rush as you took in the sight of the blonde boy. He stood before you, hood covering his hair mostly but the sides and font stuck out wildly, his face almost unrecognisable under all he swelling, bruises and cuts that littered his usually beautiful face. You could see he was favouring one side of his body; he was leaning to the right and your heart clenched as your foggy mind connected the dots.

“Hey.. You should see the other guy..” JJ muttered and tried to smile- it came out more like a grimace as the movement made blood seep from his split lip, so he tried to huff out a laugh- that also failed as he winced obviously clutching his arm to his ribs. After staring briefly you moved around the room collecting supplies; ointments, alcohol wipes and a few butterfly strips- pushing him in to a chair and you kneeled before him. You shook your head and bit your lip as you began to try and first aid him to the best of your minimal ability. He hissed and groaned slightly as the alcohol wipes made contact with the weeping cuts on his face, and he tried to keep from flinching as your gentle fingers rubbed bruise ointment into his delicate skin. You were trying to keep your hands gentle; not wanting to cause anymore injury or pain for the Maybank boy. Your heart felt like it was breaking for him, as the shadowy sadness settled within his baby blues.

“JJ… What happened?” You whispered to him- words feeling as if they were getting stuck in your throat as it constricted. He looked into your eyes before turning away from you- the shame rolling off his body in waves, not calming like the ones he loved to surf- these waves felt roiling and harsh.

“You should be saying ’I told you so!’, cause you were right.. My dad found out I’d took the Phantom keys and he didn’t take to kindly to that- so he showed me just how much he appreciated it..” JJ muttered, there was a bitterness to his words and eyes as he spoke- and it made you want to both cringe away from him and wrap him in your arms tightly. Your breath hitched and you could feel our head shaking back and forth.

“I never want to be right about that.. ever..” You whispered back, your voice simply not strong enough, as your bottom lip quavered, you sank your teeth into it to stop its wobbling. Before you could stop yourself, you wrapped your arms around his neck and you dragged him towards you, and he didn’t resist- letting you engulf him, he needed to feel you- he needed to be surrounded by you. When you made contact with him- he pulled you from your knees and into him, continuing to tug and pull at you until you were sat in his lap- legs and arms holding him close; as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of your neck, breathing you in. You let him drown in you and felt large dollops of water drip onto your skin. Pulling back, you lifted your hands to his face, lifting it to your level and staring into his tear-filed eyes; you kissed his stained and bruised cheeks, before moving to his lips trying to pour everything you felt into it. When you parted, you just gazed at each other, and breathed. You placed a delicate kiss to his forehead before standing from his lap and unwrapping yourself from him- clasping your hands together, you pulled him behind you, he followed you without question- though you gave one anyway.

“Come to my room… The ‘Sheriff’ is in so I can’t very well leave you to sleep in here..” you murmured over your shoulder, as you moved around the room and cleared up after yourselves- before dragging him up the creaky stairs and into your room. He closed it softly behind him and shuffled to the bed behind you. You let go of his hand and moved to lay on the bed, throwing the covers away and opening your arms for him to crawl into, which he did. He laid on his stomach- as you laid on your back, he got comfy; arms snaking around your waist, head resting on your stomach and his chin tucked into his bicep. You let your fingers trail through his salty tresses, twisting- both of your breathing in time and calm. You were beginning to believe the blonde had fallen to sleep as he was still, but just as the thought flittered through your mind you felt his lips press into you, his lips meeting the worn and soft t-shirt material that covered your body. After that first contact, his lips began a dance across your stomach, his fingers gently rooking the shirt from your torso so he could get at your skin. He nuzzled his face in to the bare skin of your stomach- before sitting up abruptly and tugging his own hoodie and shirt off, he laid himself back down- and let his body contour to your own. The heat from his skin nearly overwhelmed you, it was already a sticky evening and his added warmth was almost stifling, but you bit your tongue and allowed him to soak you in.

You were wrapped around each other; and you felt content. You felt his ring clad fingers explore your skin; soft like the wings of a butterfly, barely ghosting over you, tracing unrecognisable patterns, lines and swirls. The feeling of his calloused fingertips was dizzying, especially when accompanied by him being pressed against you- and his scent enveloping you. His face again met your skin and his lips began to worship you once more. His kisses were mainly focused on your shoulders and neck before venturing to your own lips. At first it was a simple brush of a barely there kiss- but soon his lips became more fervent- more desperate in his attempts to taste you. His tongue sweeping against your bottom lip begging for entrance, and who were you to refuse him. His kisses were needy and imploring you, searching for something. He was a flurry of hands and lips and movement, and he was simply intoxicating to you. You were like putty in his hands- melting at his touch, and completely malleable to his whim. His lips trailed down your neck and his fingers danced across the band of your underwear- heat rising between you, the air felt heady- the passion growing between you palpable. Those calloused tips dipped below the elasticated band and teased you, slithering through your soaked slit. As his hands wandered, so did yours; through his salted hair, up and down his slightly sweaty back, tickling around his waist before trekking along his abs- them flexing as your own delicate fingers explored. The slipped lower and ran along the band of his own bottoms making his breath hitch as he pulled from your lips to stare at you wide eyed.

“We go at my speed? Show me how to love you…” you whispered, scared he would say no and reject you. Scared of the unknown, scared it was too much too soon. You were only just beginning your journey with him and John B; but you wanted, no needed to show him that hands can love as well as hate.

“You don’t have to do this.. This was all about you remember..” He whispered back, voice wavering and breath coming out in short pants. You shook your head and smiled in what you hoped was a reassuring manner- before holding his bruised face carefully between your hands and kissing him gently on the lips. He pressed himself against you from lips to hips, his body weighing on you in a comforting manner- as your hands began to wander once more. You dragged one hand from the curves of his lower back to slip between you both; fingertips and palm flush against his taut and toned stomach, abdominal muscles flexing as he felt the contact. His breathing was erratic as the kiss you shared became more passion fuelled. Your fingers lingered on the waist band of his shorts, tracing along it before moving cautiously to the button holding them closed. Your fingers trembled slightly and fumbled the button through the hole before dipping to the zipper below and easing it down. You hand grazing against him- he gasped at the slight contact, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder as he panted lightly. Your heart was racing, but you weren’t sure whether it was to do with the boy falling apart above you at the slightest touch or if it was to do with the nerves building within. You let your fingers dance across him; trying to explore him, he was hard and pushing against the confines of his boxers and shorts, there was a heat radiating from him and he felt large- which intimidated you. His lips began nibbling and sucking into your shoulder and neck as you became braver.

Your hand cupping more firmly and giving an experimental squeeze through the last couple layers of his clothing. Before sliding up and into the soft material of his boxers; at the first contact you almost withdrew, the skin here was softer than you imagined or cared to think about. You gently tugged your hands from him and pushed him off you; he looked startled and his own hands moved to re-fasten his shorts, thinking you’d changed your mind. But you slapped his hands away and pushed him to lie on the bed- kicking a leg over his hips and pressing yourself into him. lips attaching to his and kissing him fully and whole-heartedly. You moved your hips over him and let one of your hands drop from his shoulders to his waistband again, shuffling off him and lower down his body as you tugged his boxers and shorts to follow- leaving them to rest on his thighs. You looked at him and felt your eyes widen, and your mouth go dry. There he lay in all his glory; he laid against his stomach, the tip was a rosy colour- the middle glistening as drops of pre-cum gathered. You bit your lip and lifted your eyes from him, to look at JJ in the face. He in turn was watching you closely, a matching rosy colour on his cheeks as below.

“How can I make you feel good?” You whispered as your cheeks flushed more red. JJ just stared at you wide eyed with a small smile on his face.

“M-maybe use your fingers to touch the top.. you need to make me wet..” JJ stumbled over his words, and you giggled lightly before following his instructions- you used the pads of your index and middle fingers to spread the wetness over as much of him as possible, but he didn’t seem wet enough yet. So you removed your fingers and slipped them into your mouth tentatively- getting a small taste of him, and it wasn’t unpleasant, in fact you wondered if he’d let you taste him fully at some point. You looked to JJ for approval as you licked your hand; fingertip to heel of your palm, JJ watched blue eyes dark and wide- mouth dropped open and cheeks rosy. You moved your hand towards him, his hand wrapping you around him, and squeezing before moving your hand slowly along the length of himfrom base to tip. The change in him was almost instantaneous; he fisted his other hand in your sheets below him and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip harshly. You were entranced by him, his hair seemed even more wild as it splayed against your pillow- some tendrils tickling against his forehead. His hand continued to move your up and down, showing you how to hold him- how tightly to squeeze. When you reached the tip once more, your thumb swept over it again to collect the liquid leaking there. He moaned at the contact and it gave you a boost in confidence you didn’t expect; you pushed his hand away from yours with the unoccupied one. And you took over; you hand moved over him at a leisurely pace, allowing you to familiarize yourself with him and the amazing sounds slipping from his slightly chapped lips.

“F-f-faster p-please?” His voice was needy and heady, and you could do nothing but comply. You picked up the pace, hand running over him quickly, thumb tracing over the tip from time to time. Your eyes left his member and looked towards him; his face was screwed up in the most glorious way you’d ever seen, eyes pinched closed, bottom lip clutched between his teeth tightly- though it didn’t stop the delicious noises escaping him and echoing throughout your room. And his moans and groans only spurred you on, you couldn’t tell who wanted the climax more; him or yourself. As you watched him with rapt attention; taking note of how he whined when you altered your angle slightly. You felt your own excitements and arousal simmer within your blood- he was just so breathtakingly beautiful like this…

You wished he could stay like this forever. But it was coming to an end, and soon it appeared- if the whimpers and pants coming from him were any indication. Your hand never slowed, but your fingers flexed, squeezing him slightly more. And with a twist of your wrist- you weren’t quite sure what made you do it, but it was appreciated greatly. As his stomach clenched and his knuckles wrapped around the bed sheets turned white- he let out an almost sinful noise, deep from his throat that had you gasping and ravishing his lips with your own. And then he stiffened as hot spurts of him dotted along the palm and back of your hand. Your lips were lazily and sloppily kissing each other- tongues and teeth meeting languidly. His hands twisted into your hair and held you against his lips and his body- he needed you close to ground him once more. His breathing calmed along with the kissing it became less needy, and more like gentle pecks. He reached for his abandoned t-shirt blindly as he kept you pressed against him lips- his need for constant contact made your heart swell and melt all at the same time. He gripped the shirt with one hand, collected your other one and wiped away the evidence of what had just passed between the two of you. Once he was content you’d been cleaned enough, he pressed a chaste kiss against your lips, and continued to wriggle his shorts down his legs and pull up his boxers. Before he settled back into the bed beside you and tugging you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his head on your stomach, once more brushing his lips against you. Your fingers tangling in his blonde tresses and twisting gently until both of your breathing slowed and sleep over took you both.

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A Brush Of Lips

You could feel his eyes on you as you floated on your back- the sun was beating down on your front, the rays feeling uncomfortable, the burn becoming too much. John B was watching you, his handsome features compiled into a frown; plump lips pouting, thick brows pulled down and together, eyes narrowed and focused solely on you. You couldn’t tell if his gaze caused your body to overheat or if it was in fact the harsh sun glaring down on you all. You wriggled from JJ’s grasp, ducking yourself under the surface of the cool water- hoping to ease the burning of your body; you hoped your skin wasn’t going to be reddened from the sun too badly- that would really screw up the tan you had been working on the last few days. Paddling under the water- letting it flow over your body, arms pulling you through as you glided through it- the feeling of it smoothing over you almost tickled. Your eyes closed and you let your breath leave you in small bubbles that rose to the surface. When you resurfaced, John B was in front of you- grinning as you bobbed back to your feet. His fingers gripped onto your waist, tugging you to him- his other hand lifted one of your arms to drape around his neck and shoulders- he then lifted his hand to brush the salty water from your face and grinned at you.

“Hey there..” He murmured, his eyes shining in the sunlight above- droplets of water rolling from his soaked hair as it stuck to his forehead. You smiled, suddenly feeling shy- you could feel the blush decorate your cheeks as you stared into gaze, it felt like you were staring into eachothers souls. You felt like you couldn’t look away- he was drawing you in, his eyes flickering down slightly from your face, yours copied his actions- watching as he bit into his bottom lip, all you wanted was to surge forwards and connect your lips to his plump and inviting ones. You closed your eyes trying to regain some composure, as you felt yourself leaning in towards him- he did nothing to stop you, just as captivated himself. As you tried to calm your racing heart- a wave of cold water rushed over the pair of you- followed by riotous laughter from your friends. You unwrapped your arm from his broad shoulders and waded over to Kie and Pope who were deeply invested in a splash war. You joined in- smacking your hands against the surface of the water and sending it flying at your friends. Pope forced his hands under the water and forced the water to course over you and Kie- you both spluttered and laughed loudly, locking eyes with the mocha skinned beauty nodding as you both launched yourselves at the unsuspecting Heyward boy. Each of you griping onto his shoulders and dunking him under the water with your combined weight- as he went down you both high fived and laughed loudly- your stomachs beginning to ache. Your laugher turned into squeals as you were wrapped up in someone’s arms; one around your waist the other under your knees as you scrunched your body in surprise- you could feel yourself being lifted out of the water and then nothing as you were thrown into the air and collided with the water again quickly sinking beneath it.

Surfacing once more you looked to Kiara who was in a similar position. Pope had long since resurfaced and was high-fiving JJ and John B as they all laughed; Kie and you shared a smile before assaulting the three boys with wave after wave of water as you both madly waved your hands through the water. Laughs, splutters and splashed echoed around the marsh as the five of you soaked each other. Pope dove at you, gripping your waist and dunking himself under the water, before sitting you on his shoulders and standing back up- with you positioned safely, hands resting on the tops of your thighs as you laughed, Pope was challenging the rest of the group. Kie screamed lightly as she was pulled upon JJ’s shoulders and he advanced on you and Pope. You raised an eyebrow challengingly at JJ and Kie- you girls locked hands, as the boys stepped closer to, when you were both finally in the prime position you locked your hands on each others shoulders, all the while laughing. You looked to John B who was stood watching and acting as a referee.

“On the count of three…I take on the winner… Three…” John B shouted his hands cupping around his mouth- making his voice echo as if speaking into a microphone.

“Two..” He grinned at you- making your stomach flip.

“One!!” John B yelled, and you began playfully shoving at Kiara as she did the same- you both wrestled for a few moments, you laughed loudly- trying to gain the upper hand and shove her into the water below. While you and Kie were locked in a battle and giggling madly, JJ and Pope were straining to keep you both upright. John B hollered encouragement to the pair of you and whooped, cheering. You had to admit, Kie was harder to beat than you thought she would be; for being all about peace, love and a pacifist- she was scrappy. She shoved and pushed at you, chortling loudly as Pope nearly stumbled backwards- you smirked at her and pushed back at her, she flailed for a moment and JJ stumbled beneath her until she tumbled off his shoulders and sploshed into the marshy water. JJ flopped backwards, before coming back up- he lifted his hands and dragged his wet, darkened hair back away from his face- rivulets of water cascading down his delicious body, and you swore it was as if he was moving in slow motion, like a scene from a movie. When he was satisfied his hair was away from his cheeky face, he sent you a wink as he knew you had been staring- you shook your head and looked away, spotting John B making his was over to you all as Kie popped back up.

Pope whooped and jumped with you still on his strong shoulders, lifting his fingers from where they had been splayed on your thighs- when his fingers let go, you slipped from his shoulders arms windmilling to try and regain some balance but failing as you back slapped into the water. Salted water stinging your eyes and staining you lips with its taste as you brushed hair from your face. You swam closer to the group, arms latching around Pope’s shoulders as you plopped a peck to his cheek.

“You up for a death match Y/N?” John B called out as he was grabbing JJ round his shoulders and dunking him underwater. Pope slid from your arms and flicked your knees over his shoulders once more.

“Bring it Routledge!” He called out cockily, watching as John B piled on top of JJ’s shoulders when he had righted himself. Much like before- the pair of you locked hands together and to each others shoulders- JJ and Pope below situating themselves as Kie called out for the battle royale to commence. John B was a tougher opponent than Kiara; where she was a giggling, scrappy mess. John B was staring you down, smirking at you and tugging you closer towards him. One of his hands slipped from your shoulder up to your jaw and stroked a thumb across it delicately- the gentle touch distracting you just enough for him to pull you to the side as you both dropped to the marsh. Once under the water, he tugged you towards him and let his lips meet yours in a secret kiss. Lips caressing your own, the plumpness slipping against your own. He let your lips slip away from his as he dragged you to the surface, gripping one arm around your waist and the other under your knees- you let an arm wrap around his shoulders as he held you up from the water. You could feel a blush warming your cheeks, as you hoped none of the others had seen the watery smooch. Kie paddled to the ladder and pulled herself from the water; Pope and JJ following each muttering about getting a drink or lighting up respectively. John B looked down at you and nudged his nose against your hair, as he waded through the water, you still held against his warm chest. It was only when the pair of you made it to the ladder did he let you go, his hands helping you up the ladder- his large hands finding their way to your ass, they cupped and squeezed as you climbed up the ladder; when you looked back he laughed and shrugged his shoulders not really caring for your shocked expression. You made it on to the boat, and sighed as the summer breeze kissed against you- it cooling the sopping shorts clinging to your hips, you groaned as water flooded from your soaked converse when you took a step.

Your hands strayed to the button of your shorts and popped it open, before reaching down and tugging on the wet laces of your shoes- tugging them off before working on the cut offs still adorning you. Your thumbs dug into the waist band of the shorts and tried to pry them off, pushing them roughly down you hips and butt. The wet material clinging to your equally wet skin- making it harder to try and disrobe yourself. JJ was laughing as you struggled, he felt rather proud of himself as you became as frustrated with the fabric as he had earlier- even though it was his fault they were clinging to you so tightly. You cheered when you finally tugged the irritating fabric from your now sore legs- Kie patted your shoulder and held out her other hand for the shorts you’d kicked away from you, you picked them up and handed them to her, she moved to the other end of the Pogue and laid your clothes out to soak up some sun and dry off, before moving to the benches and sitting herself on one, making grabby hands to you. Shaking your head you moved towards her, but you were stopped by hands tracing up your arm from wrist to elbow making the goose bumps- that had already been forming from the summer breeze- rise more, you looked over your shoulder as John B held out his floral shirt for you to shrug on with his help, which you did gratefully. You let the fabric swamp you, letting the warmth and scent of him surround you, smiling gratefully at him he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You look good wearing my clothes…” he whispered softly into your drenched hair. You but your lip and pretended not to be affected by his repeated words. His hands clenched the loose fabric on your hips tightly before letting go. You moved towards Kie again, she patted the bench in between her legs, gesturing for you to sit there- John B took it upon himself to plop down in front of her, perching on the deck and then tugged on your fingers- guiding you to sit on his lap. Kie tutted, she had wanted to braid your hair so it dried in waves similar to hers; you always complimented her hair saying how jealous you were of it, so she had decided to style you hair for you, John B being weird and clingy would make it slightly more difficult for her to reach your locks, but she would deal. She gently began to untangle your hair and weave it into the braids, her eyes fluttering around the group as she continued her work absentmindedly; she watched as Pope scrolled through her phone finding a playlist and letting the music flow through the blutooth speakers- nodding his head in time to the beat, a gentle smile on his handsome face. JJ on the other hand was puffing away on a joint- eyes focused on where , you and John B sat between her legs; his expression unreadable as his brows furrowed slightly- Kie could feel her own eyes wander to where you both sat.

John B was wrapped around you, his fingers twisting the hair Kie was not braiding herself- he was trying to copy her movements you could tell- but he was making a real mess of it. You giggled and pulled his hands away from your salted locks, not wanting it to be too tangled for Kie to work through- his fingers drifted away from the tresses to play with your own fingers. The tips of his tapping against your own, his palms meeting yours as he measured your much smaller ones against his calloused ones. He twiddled with your finger tips, tickling the spaces in between them before tucking his own and linking your hands together. Waving your joined hands in time to the music playing from the speakers. Kie’s fingers continued to work through your hair until it was braided and she tied it off with the spare hair ties wrapped around your wrists amidst the array of woven and puka shell bracelets- when she was pleased with her work, she tugged your hands away from John B and pulled you to your feet. She lead you in a dance, her hips coaxing yours to sway in time to the music; Pope soon joined, sandwiching Kie between you, his head poking over her shoulder as her hands and arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, so his body was pulled flush against hers- and hers in turn pressed against your own. Pope sang to song quietly- whereas Kie and yourself snag loudly and unabashedly.

You were enjoying the dwindling sunlight, dancing and singing, sipping on beer and taking the occasional puff from JJ’s blunt. The entire time, a set of hazel eyes watched your every move; every sway of your hips, every flick of your braids, every giggle, every smile. He watched the way you would dramatically hold an invisible microphone to your lips before turning and offering it to JJ and himself. JJ joining in occasionally playing the air guitar. John B pulled you away from Pope and Kie, hands gripping and tickling your waist as he coaxed you to spin- loving the sound of your laughter as it echoed throughout the marsh. But alas the summer sun, couldn’t stay high in the sky and it began to sink lower in the sky; telling you all that your fun in the marsh was drawing to a close, at least for today. JJ moved towards the wheel and gestured for someone to pull the anchor; Pope grudgingly obliging, and once the heavy object was stowed correctly, you were all on the move. You moved to the bow and sat- legs dangling over the edge, John B following and perching behind you- his legs pressed against your outer thighs arms wrapping around you as his shirtless chest pressed to your back, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck- his lips surreptitiously pecking at the column of your neck. Causing a wave of heat to trickle down your body and settle between your legs.

“Can I show you something tonight?” He murmured into your neck, there was a tone in his voice that made a shiver run down you spine. He smiled against your skin and squeezed his arms around you tighter as you whispered back a ‘Yes’- your mouth going dry, it felt like between them; him and JJ, they were trying to squeeze every last orgasm from your body. And part of you was excited, but another part of you wondered just how much you could take.

You had noticed he seemed to be more clingy and desperate to touch you today- and you struggled to find an issue with that. You felt content with his arms wrapped around you- his lips doing sinful things to your neck- definitely leaving more of his marks there. Soon enough you were all docking outside the chateau, the sky turning a dusky pink- the cicadas chirruping loudly as you all began to disembark the Pogue. You’d grabbed your shoes, shorts and abandoned top- the bottom half of your outfit still damp, and were preparing to climb up to the dock yourself when John B turned and pulled you up and out of the boat. He set you on your feet on the dock; before turning and tapping on his back. You smiled and climbed aboard- clinging to him like a koala.

He turned his head and smiled at you over his shoulder, eyes sparkling mischievously, you smiled back and kissed the corner of his lips- he followed your friends into the ramshackle building you all thought of as your home. He traipsed you both into to main lounge area and dropped onto the pullout; you huffed out as his weight crushed you in to the back of the well worn couch. The others flopped around you; as you realised John B wasn’t going to be moving any time soon, you resigned yourself to being his seat, keeping your arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging like a baby monkey. Soon enough Kie was pulling her phone and portable projector from her bag and flicking through to the Netflix app, beginning a film you all agreed might not be too lame. The group of five sitting quietly watching the film- until something ridiculous happened and there was uproar; shouts and wild gestures happening towards where the film was being projected. You sighed, wriggling under the weight pressing into you- you weren’t interested in the movie any longer, but you desperately wanted a shower. The sunscreen and salt was clinging to your skin making it feel sticky. You traced your fingers along the toned muscles of John B’s abs, they flexed against the tips of your fingers at the ticklish sensation. You began tracing nonsensical shapes and words along his skin- your fingers ghosting over his steadily warming skin, you could feel his breathing deepen as he shifted and wiggled on top of you. You bit your lip and acted on instinct- not giving yourself a second to second-guess your actions; you let your finger trail from the middle of his chest, then going lower on his stomach- his abs flexing and clenching in your fingers wake, your fingers found the edge of his swim trunks and traced along it carefully. The tips trailing from one side of the v of his hips to the other and back again.

“Stop teasing…” he whispered into your neck- his words kissing against your skin. As you tried not to smirk- you were affecting him, like he usually did you- and you were fucking revelling in it!

“I’m going to shower off the day… rather than die of boredom watching this shit..” You murmured to the group as you managed to push John B from you and in to the space you had vacated- the others gave non-committal answers as you tiptoed from the room and towards the bathroom. You stopped off in JB’s room grabbing another of his shirts; this one a soft cotton button down- the stripey print bright- you brought it to your nose and sniffed in the scent, as you remembered having his scent engulf you in other situations. A shiver ran down your spine as the memories flooded your brain; his lips, hands, tongue and teeth all over you as he ground you down on him. Then you remembered the feeling of JJ’s cool metal rings biting into you delicate skin this afternoon. Your mind was flooded with images of both boys reaching completion as the feeling of warmth swirled in your system, a heated ache settling between your legs. You could hear the groans of JJ and John B echoing through your mind and before you could really comprehend it- your hand was buried in your bikini bottoms, fingers dipping to your entrance to gather some of your slick before rubbing against the sensitive nub. Your fingers circled it, drew figure of eights on it and brushed it again and again- quiet moans leaving your lips as the pleasure grew and grew, you gasped as a shock of pleasure coursed through you. But froze as you heard the door open and close behind you- you then felt a pair of now familiar lips descend on your neck. Turning your head to face him over your shoulder- his plump lips landed on your own and began to devour you. You moaned in to him as the juncture between your legs throbbed- demanding attention.

“Let me help you?” John B whispered against your lips, all you could do was nod as his hands trailed over your body- his hands cupped one of your breasts and you relaxed against him legs becoming weak as his fingers stroked over and then began flicking, tweaking, tugging and pinching the hardened peak. His other hand ventured in to your bikini bottoms and followed your lead- collecting some of your wetness and rubbing against your pulsing nub. He began to take steps towards the bed as your knees buckled- a chuckle leaving his lips as your weight fell against him and a moan was dragged from your lips. His slow steps pushed you towards the bed, and when you were at the foot of it- he gripped your waist and much like earlier on in the day, he tossed you threw the air and you bounced on the bed, flipping over so you could look towards his beautiful face, a giggle leaving you. He stepped closer, looking like a predator- your body reacting in a surprising way as you felt a rush of exhilaration flood through your body. He stepped towards the bed- his torso heaving as he breathed heavily- it was then your realised your own breathing was far from calm. He kneeled on the end of the bed, one of his hands grasping at your ankle and tugging you towards him- a small squeal leaving you- which he attempted to shush with his lips as he kissed you feverishly. His hands continued to tug until your legs were resting on the outside of his knees as he balanced there.

“Remember how I asked if I could show you something… well can I?” he asked huskily- voice deepened and making you feel a certain type of way. You nodded- voice failing you- but your head bibbed up and down emphatically. He grinned down at you- soft cushiony lips pulling back to reveal his pearly whites. He then set those lips to work; cascading down your cheeks and lips, and further down your neck- nibbling at the juncture where your shoulder met the deliciously bruised column. His hungry lips mouth at the collar of his floral shirt- it getting in his way, so he moved on. Lips chasing down your clavicle until it met the hardened peak of your nipple- pressing through the fabric, vying for his attention- and he gave into its wishes, worshipping it as his tongue lapped at it though the fabric- straining for more. But that wasn’t the only area in need of his ministrations your lower and more intimate area ached and throbbed for something- a graze of a hand or at least now friction of some kind- you were beginning to feel rather neglected in that particular area and I was nearly driving you to madness. Or that could have been the truly sinful way his lips were cherishing your body. Your moans were quiet and desperate- making you feel almost pathetic as he revelled in the sounds as they reverberated through him.

Soon he grew tired of the fabric hiding you from him- he wanted, not needed to see you. To look upon you and etch this scene into his brain; you panting below him without abandon craving his touch and eagerly anticipating his next move. His deft fingers worked the buttons through their holes hurriedly- helping you to shrug off his shirt- leaving you in the bikini from earlier, the scrapes of fabric were something he was beginning to detest as his fingers toyed with the strings holding it to cover your chest. You nodded eagerly as he looked to you for permission- and once it was given the tugged and pulled until your breast fell free; and all he could do was marvel at you. Chest heaving- nipples ruddy and hardened- a flush decorating you, and good god! You looked like a piece of fine art to him. Not being able to hold back- he was on you again, your hands caressing his back and head- tugging on the long brunette locks as his lips kissed yours harshly. His fingers travelled down you body, ghosting over your stomach and copying your earlier actions- trailing over the edge of your bottoms, causing your hips to stutter and lift hoping for some relief. He chuckled lowly as his lips followed the course his fingers took- causing sparks to ignite within you, his body scooched down until only his torso was resting on the bed- your legs cradling his shoulders as his hazel gaze looked to you questioningly. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth and you felt like you were watching the scene unfold from out of your body. Your mind clouded with lust, but you knew you wanted him to do something- anything, you’d asked for this when you asked him to teach you- but the niggling feeling of self-doubt nudged at you. Suddenly making you feel self-conscious; as you lay there nearly bare before his hungry eyes. John B sat back on his feet as he took in your hesitation- he moved over you once more and stroked at your face- brushing the baby hairs away before dropping a kiss to your forehead.

“Remember the rules; what you say goes, you say the word and we stop..” John B whispered, ducking his head to look in to your mesmerising eyes. And that was all it took- him giving you the control, handing the reins to you, and you needed him to continue what he had been doing previously. You pushed yourself up- lips pressing against his in a assuring kiss.

“Show me…” You whispered into his mouth. His smile was obvious as he continued to kiss you before letting his lips wander south. He tugged the bottoms from your hips- you lifting them to help him- he tugged them down your legs and tossed them to the floor uncaring where they landed. As you lay bare completely before him- your legs moved to close yourself off from his gaze; as it locked on your most intimate area, which was glistening enticingly at him, his hands held your legs in place as his face hovered over you. Your breath hitching as he finally made contact. First he licked a testing stripe along your lower lips, waiting for your reaction and a high pitched keen was his reward. He then dove in- tongue tasting you- licking and caressing you the way his lips had done elsewhere. Your breathing continued in a stuttered manner as he focused his efforts on your abandoned nub; his lips closing around it and suckling gently making you whine. The sparks from before had caught and now there was a raging fire burning within you. As the sounds left your lips, they sounded like the sweetest melody in his ears- but he knew the rest of your friends were in the next room, and he didn’t want to share this with them. He pulled back, a finger going to his smiling lips as he shushed you.

“You’ve gotta be quiet baby girl… the others can’t hear you…” he muttered against the skin of your soft thighs, you just nodded and held a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds of your pleasure. He then went back to work, lips and tongue working you, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy- the fire raging becoming all encompassing. One of his hands ghosted up your leg and joined him buried between them with his mouth. It pumped in and out of your drenched entrance slowly as his lips closed around your nub once more. He suckled on it, drawing your orgasm closer to you- he groaned in to you. The vibrations sending you over the edge- as you crumbled around him, legs going numb and squeezing shut on the sides of his face all at the same time- face still buried in your core- as his tongue and fingers continued to work you through it. As your orgasm washed over you- you bit down on your hand to stop from calling out loudly. Once you had stopped quivering around his finger and your clit had stopped pulsing he pulled away- his lips and chin glistening in the low light from the glowing moon outside his window. You watched as his tongue darted out and licked your essence from them before lifting his hand and wiping his chin on the back of it. He then crawled up the bed and pulled you with him- tucking you into his side, making your head rest on his chest.

“How was that?” he asked, a small almost nervous smile on his swollen lips. You blushed, pushing your face further into him before speaking up.

“Amazing thank you…” you whispered, your eyes trailing his body looking towards his shorts. He looked down to you when you shifted- his gaze following yours, and now it was his turn to blush. He revealed that while he had been devouring you like you were the sweetest dessert, he had taken matters into his own hands simultaneously, making a mess in his shorts, but he didn’t really mind all that much; seeing you come undone had nearly been enough for him, but the added touch of his hand as he made you see stars made him leap over the precipice with you. And now you were both sated, he could shower in the morning, as all he wanted to do was fall asleep with you in his arms.

And that was what he did.

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p4lparker · 3 years

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A Helping Hand

The car ride was relaxed, music playing and a gentle breeze flowing through the opened window- John B wearing his cap backwards and same sunglasses as yesterday- couldn’t have looked more calm if he tried. Your eyes scanned his profile, gaze locking on his thighs; mind floating to how it felt not to long ago to be rubbing yourself into him, resting on those very same thighs. His large hands exploring your body, grasping your hips, guiding you to oblivion. Breath hitching as your thoughts continued this path; you couldn’t quite believe that the boys had agreed, you had only meant for one of them to have sex with you… not both of them helping you out, and with that thought the nerves wracked through you. Questions soon flooded your brain and you struggled to keep up.

Did that mean you’d have sex with both of them at some point? Your mind raced at the thought and a shiver edged down your spine. Was JJ going to teach or show you something? Or was it going to just be John B? You mouth suddenly felt dry at the prospect of doing other things with John B or even JJ. Would John B ever let you help him out? Would they teach you that? Your mind raced as John B pulled up outside your house, the driveway empty. He turned the ignition off and began to get out of the Twinkie. You followed him and scuttled up to the front door- pulling out the hidey-key from the fake brick, you unlocked the door, John B following behind you as you both entered the empty home. You walked from room to room- grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge before jogging up the stairs. You opened your bedroom door and let John B in; scoffing as he threw himself onto your bed and made himself comfortable. He just shrugged, you ventured round the room collecting fresh clothes; some jean shorts, a cover up top and a fresh bikini. You took a step towards your door, deciding to shower off the; sand, dirt, sun cream and other griminess from the day before. John B caught your eye- he winked and grinned at you, making your eyes narrow suspiciously, before deciding it would be safe to leave him unattended for a short while. One of your hands reaching up and untying the bandanna around your neck, you smirked before throwing it across the room- it landed on John B’s face with a huff from him. Entering the bathroom, turning the shower on and pulling the dirty clothes from the day before off and tossing them into the hamper by the door. You sighed and looked at your reflection in the mirror as it began to fog up with steam. Stepping into the hot water of the shower, released all of the tension in your body as the stream pounded on your back and shoulders. You hadn’t even known you were tense until you let the water flow over you. The comforting smell of your bodywash and shampoo wrapping around you like a blanket- the scent clinging to you as you washed off and cleansed your hair. When you were content that you were clean- you stepped out and wrapped your body in a fluffy towel, another twisting around your hair to dry of slightly. Pulling on the bikini you’d picked for that day; you smeared on the sun screen- rubbing it in on all the areas you could reach, a thought popping into your mind. You collected the rest of your outfit and walked back into your room, laughing when you saw John B jump- accidentally dropping the book he was reading the blurb of onto the floor. “Help me out would ya Routledge?” You asked, quirking and eyebrow and offering him the bottle of cream. He nodded, his lips twitching into an easy smile. You turned your back to him and peeked over your shoulder at him- he took the remaining steps to you easily, he pinched the middle strings of your top in one of his hands. Playfully tugging on it, until it fell loose- knot untying, he squirted some of the cream into his hands. Rubbing his palms together and then gently massaging it into you skin; you hissed at the sensation of his warm hands and cool cream mingling together, he smoothed the cream into your back, hands and fingers kneading the skin. A sigh leaving your lips- you looked over your shoulder to John B chuckled- pecking at you neck and shoulder making you giggle. He pulled back quickly and began frowning, lips blowing raspberries and smacking together as he tried to get the taste of the sun screen from his lips and tongue. You laughed raucously- hands untwisting the towel on your head, and letting your hair hang free to dry naturally. John B scowled at you- you settled you laughing to a gentle giggle as you reached back to re-tie your top. John B stepped towards you, and took over for you; his fingers tickling your skin as they ghosted against you. Winking over your shoulder, before reaching for your top and shorts, pulling them on, along with your beat up converse. He grabbed onto the previously abandoned bandanna, and re-tied it

around your neck- teasingly poking at the hickey there before covering it up. The pair of you ventured down the stairs, heading to the kitchen. You pulled the heavy fridge door; poking your head inside to see what you could swipe for a day on the HMS on the marsh. Eyes narrowing in on the beer hidden at the back, you reached in and pulled the six pack out, pushing it to John B’s chest and gesturing for him to follow you out of the house. You made it back to the bus and set back off for the chateau. Again the journey filled with music and jokes- pulling up outside, you both turned to at the sound of a familiar engine. The dirt bike swayed into the drive- gravel and soft dirt spewing upwards as it was disturbed. JJ cut the engine and hopped off the bike, sauntering over to the pair of you- blue eyes alight with mischief, raggedy cap resting on his head. He fist bumped John B and tugged you under one of his arms as you all made your way the Pogue. John b jumped in first- setting the beer in the storage box before turning to you and wrapping his hands around your waist, yours flying to his shoulders as he lifted you from the dock and into the boat- JJ untying the ropes and jumping in himself- pushing away from the dock with ease. John B trailed to the wheel and started her up, steering smoothly along the waterway. You wandered to one of the benches and plopped down, twisting and setting your feet in front of you on the bench- JJ followed you, and flopped onto you, his entire body weight landing on your lap- leaving you to groan and huff as the breath was forced from your lungs. He laughed slinging an arm around your shoulder and squeezing you to his side before letting you go and jumping up. Lifting your legs and popping them into his lap as he sat on the bench next to you, resting his hands on your thighs. John B glancing back at the pair of you, smiling softly and continuing to steer the boat to Pope’s place- as you reached up to JJ’s head and yanked his hat off, ramming it on your head, batting his hands away as he reached to try and take it back. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and giving up- before plucking at the bandanna tied around your neck.

“Dressing like John B now?” He asked, devilish smirk ever present, tugging on the material playfully while you blushed. Your mind wandering to earlier on- the marks John B had left, searing your skin. John B laughed loudly- throwing his head back, leaving you to flounder not knowing how to respond. JJ pulled on the material slightly, moving it to the side and eyed the mark on your neck- letting out a low whistle before winking at you, making your blush burn brighter. JJ let the fabric fall back into place as the boat veered slowly to the side- closing in on the dock, Pope waiting at the edge, fidgeting with his back pack and cap. Not bothering to tether off, John B waved for Pope to make a jump for it; which he did. Urging the brunette to go faster as the familiar holler of the elder Heyward as he came jogging out to the dock- just in time to see the four of you sail away, waves and wide grins matching as he shook his head before turning to go back to work. Pope huffed out and made his way to the store, piling in the stuff from his bag before settling on the edge of the boat as you continued to the next stop. You took a moment to look at the Heyward boy; he looked tired and as if the festivities from last night were taking a toll, but you figured you all looked a little rough. Again the boat veered to the side; John B slowing her down in preparation for Kiara to join you. You heard JJ snicker from beside you, you stopped gazing at the scenery passing you to look towards what he found funny. You felt a hand lift to your mouth as you took in Kie; she was pale, eyes hidden behind incredibly dark sunglasses, hair left loose and wild, a baggy top and cut offs covering her while she crouched on the dock. Pope held a hand out for her to step on to the vessel, when she was safe- he reached back and pulled the heavy cooler in after her. He then supported her to sit on the bench next to you and JJ; you having pulled your legs from his lap, allowing for enough space for her to squish on next to you. She whined softly and gently dropped her head to your shoulder. “No more tequila for me.. like ever!” She whined, as you all chuckled. JJ busied himself digging in the cooler and handing out beers to everyone. Kie tried to refuse, but changed her mind and popped he tab on the can before taking a swig. JJ held yours out to you, but when you reached for it he pulled it away- you rolled your eyes and gestured for him to pass it to you. He smiled in a way that made your legs feel like jelly- your cheeks feeling warm, as he held it to you teasingly.

“Say please Y/N…” JJ stated, still dangling the beer just out of reach. Kie leaned up and frowned at JJ- he was disturbing her. John B shook his head but didn’t intervene when you looked to him, shrugging his shoulders; he wasn’t quite sure of JJ’s game but he wouldn’t involve himself. Pope was no help either, as he just laughed- you pouted and JJ’s grin widened. You stood abruptly, again reaching for the beer- JJ lifted his arm into the air, beer taunting you from above. You reached up, weight resting on your tip-toes, still trying to extend your arm and grab the beverage from him. He laughed, and it pushed you to stretch too far- weight pushing too far forwards, leaving you to tumble slightly, bumping in to his chest. Your chest crushed against his own. The feeling of his hard planes through his shirt pressing against your soft form left an impression on you. You bit you lip as JJ brought the beer to the hand not resting on him, handing you the can as he smirked into you face and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. A soft cough leaving you as you could still feel the blush covering you. You glanced to the others and saw they were paying you no attention. Moving away from the blonde devil, you plonked yourself next to Kie, who in turn had moved to the bow of the boat. She’d tugged off her shirt and was baking in the sun as it glared down on you all harshly. You sighed and decided to copy her; soaking up some sun and topping up your tan seemed like a good idea.

You perched next to her, poking her exposed stomach and making her giggle before you tugged the top up and over your head. Pope who was dropping the anchor, and was keeping a close eye on Kie from afar spluttered; alerting you, JJ and John B to something. You felt your skin heat up as they all openly stared- it felt like you were glowing bright red under their combined gaze. Pope’s mouth was dropped open as he stared at you and Kie lounging in the bow- anchor in hand half submerged. John B stood, eyes glinting on the sunlight- he’d seen the suit you’d chosen for the day already, but it still worked wonders on him- letting any thoughts he’d had flitter away in the breeze as he watched you intently. JJ sat with his forearms resting on his knees, his hands rest over his mouth- but you could tell his jaw was clenched, eyes wide and staring at where you and Kie lay. Kie had sat up when all had gone quiet, she tilted her sunglasses down off her eyes and eyed you also, she laughed- the bikini had been one she urged you to buy when it had been on sale- saying it did wonders for your body, he nodded her head, winked at you and the blew a kiss to the boys behind. You shied awy from the glance and lay down beside her stiffly.

“Dude, own that shit- you look amazing… It’s like they’ve never seen a woman before…” She laughed- her eyes still uncovered by her shades. You tried not to let yourself focus on the fact that JJ and John B had been eyeing you like their last meal on Death row- but the more you tried to ignore the fact, the more it pushed to the forefront of your brain. There was a sense of accomplishment running through your body- as well as a shiver from the weight of their stares. You bit your lip and tried to focus on the way the sun heated your skin; how it kissed against you leaving you to feel overheated. You couldn’t have been bathing in its glow for longer than half an hour before you heard the tell-tale splash as someone had leaped off the side of the Pogue. Another splash followed shortly after. Watched as Kie stood and shed her shorts and sandals before too diving in- letting out a whoop of joy as she did so. You sat watching Pope, John B and Kie fling water at each other and paddle around cooling of in the marshy water below- a smile on your lips, and then you felt him siddle up to you. He made sure to bring his body as close to your own as possible, you could feel the heat pouring from his body- and it raised goose bumps on your own.

“You not going in?” He whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear- sending shivers down your spine and heat curling deep within you. He watched you, eyes focused entirely on your face as you bottom lip was caught between your teeth. You pulled your legs to your chest and rest you arms atop them, as something to do with your body. JJ’s finer gently stroked down your arm before tugging on your fingers and pulling you to stand with him; his other hand reached to the hem of his top and he pulled it up and over his head. The fabric dangling from our joined hands for a few moments before he grinned deviously at you. He let go of you hand and let the material drop to the deck, before his hands wrapped around your waist; fingers tickling slightly as he pulled your bodies flush together. You hadn’t noticed him backing you up to the side of the boat, you hadn’t noticed his grip tightening around you until it became apparent what was going to happen next as your feet left the deck and you were tossed through the air- flopping into the water below, water spewing up and over your head. As you surfaced, spitting salty water from your mouth and wiping at your stinging eyes, you could hear the uproarious laughter of the rest of the gang. JJ stood smugly on the deck of the boat- water droplets glistening on his torso, you felt your eyes drift down his body and felt your heart clench at the yellowing bruise on his waist and rib cage, the sight of them not being there for long as he scrunched his body up into a ball and crashed into the marsh. A wave of water cascading over you all as he hit before diving down and surfacing- spitting water from his mouth like a fountain. He paddled over to you, one hand gripping onto your ankle and tugging you towards his body- before his fingers looped themselves through the belt loops on your cut off shorts- still adorning your body- before his arms wrapped around your waist and held you against him as he lay back to float through the cool water.

You sighed as the tips of your convers clad feet surfaced- you resented the fact that he’d not allowed you to fully undress before throwing you over board, but you settled against him all the same. Your head resting against his shoulder and his face close to yours.

“So… what did you and John B get up to while I was gone?” he asked, his insanely blue eyes peeking down at you through his irritatingly long lashes- a smile pinching at his lips. You gasped as you felt his fingers trace over your body just below the surface of the water- if any one of the pogue’s focused on you, they’d be able to see his fingers trailing over you waist and hips, lingering on the underside of your bikini top- playing with the material there, he could feel your breathing hitch and decided to tease you more. His fingers spidering over you ribs and gently crept upwards, to barely cup your breasts, giving the gentlest of squeezes. You gasped at the feeling- that familiar heat curling through you as you could focus on only the feeling of his barely there touches.

“We uhh.. just made out I guess…” you whispered back, mind racing to how it felt to have John B’s hands touching you like JJ’s were now- you struggled all you could sense was JJ.

“That explains the hickey… I at least expected something more… But I guess I could start the ball rolling… what do you day Y/N? Hmmm?” He murmured against your ear, and all you could do was nod as his fingers fluttered down to where your shorts hugged our hips wetly. His dextrous digits toyed with your button, you groaned quietly and turned you head to rest in the crook of his neck, he chuckled lowly. He’d barely touched you, but you were anxious for him to. You wanted to feel his fingers digging into your soft skin as heat and passion coursed through your body. Your body was burning for him- even in the cool water. The heat curled deliciously in your stomach as you urged him on mentally begging for some kind of relief from the teasing and the ache between your legs. Your lips pressed into a thin line as his hand slid lower to gently explore between your legs- where you ached and were soaking for him. One of your hands slipped down your body and began to toy with the button of your shorts he’d previously abandoned, you flicked it open and let your hand slip inside to relieve some of the tension you felt. JJ could feel your hand beginning to do what he intended- he moved his hand from cupping and ribbing you to slap your own hand away. He tutted in your ear and let his hand replace your own.

His fingers played with you bikini bottoms aggravating you as your body ached for something- anything at this point. You felt like you were sweating, you body twitching at the slightest ouch of his calloused fingers- your lip being bitten into, to try and supress any sounds that may leak out. He chuckled again- a raspy sound that made heat surge through you and settle where his hands were teasing you- before he let go of you and twisted you round to face him. His hands waded through the water and dragged your legs to wrap around his waist, before moving to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Once you were settled, he waded the water until he had moved you behind the Pogue and out of the view of the others. And that was when he pounced. His lips attaching to your own in a rough needy kiss- teeth and tongues clashing as he kissed you furiously. His fingers working themselves down your body- cupping and squeezing your breasts on their way to their final destination; your bikini bottoms. One hand rest in front of your aching crotch- the other holding and squeezing your ass. He pulled from your lips and stared at you; his normally sky blue eyes darkening to a navy colour- he didn’t move a muscle, waiting for you to give him the go ahead.

“Please..” You whispered brokenly, and that sound he could barely hear over the pounding of his heart beat and the blood rushing in his ears was all it took for him to slide his hands into your bikini bottoms and begin exploring the unchartered territory within. His fingers stroked gently against your folds experimentally- he could feel how slick you were and it was mixing with the water surrounding you both- his finger probed deeper, sliding over the sensitive nub and circling it softly. Before angling differently and sliding to where you were most slick- he rubbed around your entrance teasingly collecting more of your slick before heading back to your abandoned clit. He rubbed on it slowly; circling it, drawing patterns on it delicately as you mewled into his shoulder- forehead resting on his collar bone as you struggled to hold yourself against him. His movements became quicker as did your breathing- your pants coming out quickly and fanning against his skin, goosebumps springing up in its wake. He could feel his own arousal peaking it’s head as he listened to the quiet moans that slipped from you lips. H nudged his chin against your head- causing you to look up at him and his lips captured yours once more in a ravenous kiss, that smouldered through you- stoking the flame within. You could feel knots tangling themselves with in your lower stomach- the ache becoming more apparent the more desperate you became.

You whined against him pitifully as the sensations rushing through your body almost made ou forget your name. All that mattered to you was that his fingers never stopped as they edged you towards your end slowly but surely. JJ changed the angle of his hand again- his fingers finding your aching and leaking entrance before slipping in his thumb took over their previous ministrations. His fingers pumping into you shallowly as the confines of your shorts restricted his movements somewhat. His lips parted from yours as a particularly loud moan slipped form them- and he watched your face as you experienced the pleasure he was giving you. He watched as your eyes became glassy with lust and your approaching orgasm, the pink blush decorating your cheeks, the rounded o shape your lips formed as your end drew nearer. You could feel your limbs beginning to turn numb as you mind could only focus on the shocks of pleasure radiated form you clit. The coil in your stomach tightened impossibly before coming apart all together like you. Nonsensical mutterings fell from you lips between pants and soft moans. JJ bit his lip to stop himself from joining you in euphoria, watching you come undone before him and around hs fingers had been one of the most enticingly beautiful things he’d ever seen. And He couldn’t be more grateful for him and John B agreeing to help you out; because after seeing you b completely overcome by pleasure he was pretty sure he could die a happy man. Your body pulsed with the aftershocks of your release.

You were glad JJ was supporting your weight, as you weren’t entirely sure you wouldn’t have drowned in the waist deep water- as your body felt like the bones had abandoned it. JJ pulled you closer and that was when you felt him- he was hard and digging into you from beneath your shorts clad core. He was pushing and grinding himself against you- something he was unaware of until he he sucked in a breath between clenched teeth.

“Fuuuck…” he whispered, as you ground back against him- you let him push and rut against you; letting him chase after his own release. You dug your fingers into his wet hair and tugged-pulling his head back and giving you access to his neck, kissing at it gently to not leave marks as you coaxed him to his end. JJ worked himself against you- his chest heaving as he pushed and pulled at your hips- his fingers still buried in your shorts doing unspeakable things working you to completion as well. All too soon you both met in a clashing kiss once more to stifle the sounds of ecstasy as you both released. Your orgasm washed over you harshly as you hadn’t quite recovered from your first one- but as you clung to one and other- your hearts slowing and your breathing returning to a light gasp every now and then you both grinned maniacally. JJ finally removed his hand from your shorts, and waded you back to the group, dropping kisses to your neck and shoulder. When you were back with the others he unwrapped you from around him and held your back to his chest once more- letting you both float carelessly in the calm and cool marsh. If Kie and Pope had noticed your absence they didn’t let on, John B however frowned at the blissed out expression on your face he recognised- it had been burned into his memory.

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p4lparker · 3 years

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The Proposal

After you’d made the decision, you needed to think of how to actually ask the boys. Now that was the only thought you had rattling around your brain as the three of you travelled to the bar- the shipment was coming in midday, so if you wanted to swipe a keg for the kick back that evening you’d need to do it soon. John B was steering the Twinkie along the roads smoothly- you held the passenger seat and JJ was star-fished in the back, the sun beating through the windshield and hammering down on your skin. Sunglasses rested over your eyes as you watched the young Routledge manoeuvre the vehicle; one of his large hands and dextrous fingers wrapped loosely around the wheel, the other one resting on his lap, tapping out the rhythm of the song playing from the speakers. Lips mouthing along with the words- wild and salted hair flopping away from his face, eyes narrowed as they concentrated on the roads ahead. Freckles more prominent from their constant exposure to the bright sun, bandanna ever present and tied around his neck loosely. You knew that staring at him like this was weird, but you couldn’t help yourself- he truly was gorgeous. As if feeling your intense gaze; he turned his face towards you, eyes questioning but lips smiling all the same. You returned the smile weakly, thankful for the car seat beneath you- your knees would have surely buckled otherwise.

Shaking your head- jeeze, if you couldn’t deal with a smile from John B how could you ask him or even try to convince him to have sex with you; it was a good job there was a kegger tonight, maybe the liquid courage would help you. The twinkie pulled up a short distance from the back of the bar; delivery truck parked there also. You looked to the mission leader; who slapped JJ’s knee alerting him he was needed, before turning back to you and tilting his head- a charming smile in place, as JJ’s head bobbed in between the seats close enough for you to smell the weed clinging to his breath.

“So… what’s the plan here?” John B asked, eyes glancing between you and JJ- you bit your lip and tried to think of a plan of action, JJ tapped a finger to his lip and John B rolled his eyes at the pair of you. “So we don’t even have half a plan and we need to grab a keg asap… awesome..” he muttered tapping his thumbs against the steering wheel in contemplation- he turned and grinned at you, eyeing your clothing and then putting on the puppy eyes and pout.

“Oh no… what did you have in mind John B? I feel like I’m not going to enjoy this….” You whined, following his eyes to the jean shorts sitting at your hips and the bikini top covering you- JJ tuned his head and copied the pair of you before laughing and holding his hand to John B to high five. You rolled your eyes and cringed as the brunette patted your shoulder.

“Use your womanly wiles Y/N… Distract him and me and J will steal the keg, when its in the bus just bail and that’s it..” John B stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world- you could feel our head shaking mouth open like a fish, not entirely sure you had any womanly wiles. You turned to JJ who smirked and winked at you and pointed to the delivery truck in front of you all. You sighed and ran a hand through your salted hair. John B could sense your reservations and began fluttering his eyes at you; clasping his hands under his chin and puckering his lips into a pout- JJ copied his actions and you crumbled, they had to know how cute they both looked right now, and you hated to admit it even to yourself- but it was like kryptonite. You nodded shakily and breathed out in a slow puff of air before reaching for the door and leaving the safety of the bus- before trudging to you ultimate humiliation. This was a trick you’d seen Kie pull a hundred times over, but you were 99% sure you’d fail miserably and let your boys down. With one more look over your shoulder, you could see them grin and give you encouraging thumbs up, you rolled your eyes and continued to the truck- when you were within hearing distance you let out a small cough to cover the boys getting out of the bus. At the sound of your approach the delivery driver turned to you, you pasted a small smile on your face.

“Hey.. Sorry to interrupt and all, but I was just uhh wondering if you’d help me?” you asked, nervously ruffling up your hair, walking backwards from the truck slightly- your eyes widened as the driver eyed you up and down not so subtly- a predatory grin slipping onto his features. You could see JJ waving you off from behind the driver- barely nodding your head, you stood a little straighter when the guys eyes devoured you, you stepped away from the truck- internally freaking out. You wandered closer to the edge of the road lined with trees, eyes glancing all around you trying to think of an excuse- eyes focusing on a poster on a phone pole a few feet away. You stopped and turned to see the guy behind you- he moved his eyes to yours quickly, having been enjoying the view. You tried not to gag and looked over his shoulder to see the boys creeping up to the truck.

“It’s really not a problem, what can I help you with?” he asked, smiling in a way he thought was charming- but he had nothing on JJ or John B; the way those boys smiled should be against the law. You chuckled nervously.

“I was just wondering if you’d seen a dog run past? I was trying to get him back into my car and he bolted.. guess he saw something more interesting..” You stated- trying to think of how Kie plays this normally, lifting one hand to awkwardly twist in you loose hair, and pouting slightly. The man stepped closer to you, you had to stop putting more space between you when he did.

“I’ve tried calling for him and everything… I’m just super worried about him, he’s only a puppy…” You stated, grasping at straws as you tried to keep the drivers attention. The man agreed quickly, and he began scanning the trees nearby. You smiled gratefully when he looked up to you, he continued to scan- you looked behind him and gestured wildly to JJ and John B; they were trying to get a keg from the back of the truck without alerting the driver, JJ shook his head and waved his hand at you- motioning for you to carry on.

“So what does your dog look like? What’s his name and everything? The more information I have the more I can help the damsel in distress…” the man mentioned, smiling in thatway again, you could feel your skin crawl as his eyes focused on your chest once more.

“Umm Buddy? He’s a um Golden retriever, big eyes, cute as hell but not too bright…” You stated eyes flickering to JJ and John B behind the driver- they were almost done just about to close the doors to the bus. You panicked as the driver began to turn, so you quickly placed you hand on his chest- grabbing his attention again.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” You asked quickly, biting your bottom lip- drawing his gaze there. It was as you heard the boys pull up beside you, you sighed out a breath and let your hand drop as soon as JJ slid the side door open for you. Taking a few steps backwards to the bus, you began your retreat and the driver looked more than upset as he spotted one of the kegs in the back with JJ. Your eyes widened and you waved for John B to start driving and you’d catch up. As you jogged backwards trying to ward the man off as John B picked up speed, JJ holding an arm out the side for you to grab when ready.

“You know what… I totally forgot I don’t even have a dog… !” You yelled out as you caught hold of JJ’s hand and he dragged you- poking your head out the door, you waved and blew the driver a kiss as you yelled out “Thanks again!” JJ and John B whooped and laughed loudly- JJ slamming the door shut as you collapsed on the floor, hands covering your face as you felt the waves of humiliation wash over you.

“That was amazing!” John B laughed out beeping the horn and blasting the tunes as the three of you peeled away from the crime scene.

“I don’t even have a dog… !” JJ mimicked you laughing until your stomach hurt. You shook your head and grabbed the Juul from his pocket breathing in the relaxant and waiting for the redness to leave your face.

“I don’t know how Kie does that all the time… It was so awkward and creepy!” You whined hiding your face in your hands again as JJ poked teasingly at your reddened cheek.

“Nahh Y/N, you did good.. Kie can take a break from distraction duties from now on!” John B called out turning his grinning face to you momentarily before focusing back on the road. As you pulled into John B’s drive, you spotted Kie and Pope sitting on the porch waiting for you al to get back. The five of you talked and laughed as you took the keg and other essentials down to the boneyard- you regaled each other with tales from the day; John B and JJ taking great pride in retelling how you distracted the driver for them to steal the very keg they were carrying, as they did they made the whole situation sound better than it really was. You rolled your eyes as Kie wrapped her arm around your neck and repeated John B’s words from earlier.

The kegger was in full swing- red solo cups filled to the brim with contraband beer or some other alcohol. A bonfire in the middle- keg a little ways off being manned by JJ and John B. You gulped some of the sweet drink Kie had procured for you both from some kook or another. You looked around you again as she dragged you more to wards the bonfire- which seemed to be where everyone was dancing and mingling; JJ and John B filling up cups of tourons and flirting with them shamelessly- the tourons blushing madly and giggling. Pope was a little ways off sitting on some drift wood- talking to a girl, who actually looked interested as he chatted to her, you had no doubts he was talking about pathology again. Kie grabbed your and pulled you towards her and began dancing with you to- you watched the groups of girls and boys grinding on eachother- laughing when Kie mimicked them; throwing it back on you as you danced along. You felt hands on your waist tugging you back into a sweaty chest- Kie stopped dancing and stood abruptly as you were dragged away from her. She settled back to dancing against you as you hips were swayed between her and the person behind you- looking down you saw an adornment of rigs glistening on familiar fingers in the fire light. JJ pulled Kie closer to and in turn you closer to him. Th group danced some more, Pope and John B joining in- each pulling you and Kie into spins and dips- Kie and Pope doing the foot dance form TikTok while JJ pulled you back to him again one arm around your waist, his other hand holding a Juul to your lips for you to toke on. John B danced in front of you, his face low in line with your chest as you shimmied in front of him, his head following- you gripped his chin, pulling him up to full height before trying to push his face away as you blew out the smoke- he laughed and inhaled what he could before stealing it from JJ’s hand and taking a hit himself. JJ tried to protest- but ultimately cheered as John B placed it back between your lips, you in turn took a hit and then passed it back to JJ.

Kie suddenly came spinning back to you, pulling on your hand so you were back to back with her and the pair of you shimmied and swayed your hips together; Pope hyped you both cheering and doing some fancy footwork around you both, JJ and John B whooped joyfully as you all had a blast. You could feel the weed and alcohol giving you a real buzz- you swayed whether you were dancing or not, and gestured to the group to sit down, they followed you in a konga line all the while laughing until you all collapsed on the driftwood seating. You rested your head on Kie’s shoulder and sipped on your drinks- which you’d been refilling and probably had, had too much of already- watching as the boys settled around you both; Pope settling in front of you, shoulders between your legs and head resting on you, JJ across from you trying to blow smoke rings and John B sitting beside you- resting an arm around your waist and nestling closer to you. You all laughed and joked, just enjoying eachothers company with no touron or kook action- and you felt content, this was your happy bubble; booze, weed, your best girl and your best boys. You rubbed one hand in Pope’s hair as Kie leaned in and placed a kiss on your cheek. JJ howled joking about girl-on-girl action, Kie rolled her eyes, flipping him the bird and then gripping your chin and pulling your lips to hers- kissing you gently. When she pulled back you both laughed at the shocked expressions Pope, JJ and John B were all wearing.

“Holy shit…” Pope exclaimed before putting his face in his hands. Kie laughed more raucously- she was always a happy and affectionate drunk, you never really knew what she would do next. You looked over to JJ who was smirking at you, eyes sparkling in the low light- your cheeks heating up as he watched you.

“Huh..” John B murmured, hand squeezing your waist. “On that note.. Best kiss go… !” he said pointing to Kie who giggled.

“Y/N obviously..” she laughed before moving onto wistfully talking about how every kiss was the best one- as each moment was special. Pope told you all about a touron from last summer; who stayed for a few weeks and the pair hung out ‘casually’, his eyes lingering on Kie as he spoke- not that she noticed or would remember tomorrow even if she had.

“Scarlet Masters…” JJ stated, puffing his chest and grinning like the devil. The group of you stared at him and waited for him to elaborate- his grin widened. “Couple of weeks ago, mowed her lawn- guess she wanted to see if it was true what they say about us dirty pogues…” JJ bragged cockily, leaning back and taking a toke on his Juul. John B, Kie and Pope all cheered. You just laughed rolling your eyes. John B went on to say it was, like Pope, a touron from a couple summers passed. The group turned to you- and you fried to focus. Your mind racing through memories; not that you macked on a bunch of people, but you’d had your fair share of macking- but you drew a blank, not being able to pick out one particular kiss that made you want to reminisce. So that’s what you told them; Kie looked heart broken- you thought tears would appear in her eyes soon, so you smoothed her hair out of her face and smiled gently at her, Pope shook his head wildly not wanting to believe it, JJ boo’ed at you and threw a handful of sand your way- most of it landing on Pope, John B just stared at you with an eyebrow raised. The innocent question soon turned into a game of ‘Best…’ everyone taking turns; and all too soon it was asked, ‘Best hook up’. You bit your lip and listened to them all- Pope being more shy about sharing, but he’d had a lot to drink- you could ask for anything and the kid would give it to you. JJ spoke for what felt like eternity- one ‘best’ after another. Kie spoke about the differences between partners; talking about the passion, the yearning and teasing- it almost made you blush as she spoke about the pros of sleeping with girls and boys alike. John B just said it was some rando from the mainland- not giving any details. The group then looked to you, you looked down at the sand you were burying your feet in- refusing to look at any of them as you shrugged- not wanted to say it out loud, when you looked up Kie pouted at you. You brushed your lips against her cheek in comfort.

John B looked penseive, his face carefully compromised to not reveal his thoughts. Pope looked like he wanted to interrogate you, JJ noticed this too and began to regale the group with more of his bedroom tales, Kie scoffing and throwing her empty cup towards him- before feeling guilty and going to pick it up and place it in the recycling bin close by. The part was beginning to wind down- a few other locals helping the five of you tidy up the mess you’d made. Once the beach was clean to Kie’s standards, John B lead you all back to the chateau. You had one arm wrapped around Kie’s waist- one of her wrapped around you- Pope latched onto the other side of her. John B heading up the group, a hand held out behind him holding your loosely- and JJ bringing up the rear. You turned your head to look at the blonde- he was being too quiet, you noticed he was hanging back before grinning wildly at you before charging forwards and grabbing onto your waist dragging you from Kie and John B- swinging you around until you were laughing loudly with the rest of the group after getting over the initial shock. He span you to face his back and bobbed down- beaming over his shoulder as you jumped up and got situated on his back; arms wrapping around his shoulders loosely as your face rested in the crook of his neck- his hands gripping onto the back of your thighs holding you fast to him. He ran to joi the rest of the group, John B taking your previous place next to Kie- JJ ran you both past them all. As you dashed by- you let a hand fall behind you and gripped onto the cap that was resting on John B’s wild hair- he tried to grab for it as you teased him, placing the cap on your own head in a similar fashion to how he usually wore it- blowing him a kiss and tossing him a wink JJ cheered you on. Kie and Pope laughing along. John B smiled gently at you shaking his head and ducking it down slightly.

Eventually you reached the chateau, Kie and Pope flopping onto the pull out- John B waltzing to the kitchen to grab some more beers- JJ still had you wrapped around him and he didn’t seem to mind. Traipsing round the main room with you still held tight against his back- you laughed the entire time. John B handed the beers round you all- as he passed one to JJ, who tapped on your thigh with his fingers gently you dropped from his back and went to sit on the table legs crossed shoes kicked off and sipping on your beer contentedly. John B leaned against the table next to you- leaning an elbow on your shoulder and flicked the peak of his cap smirking at you. You just grinned back. JJ flopped onto the floor in between Kie and Pope resting his head on the pull out behind him, sighing as Kie’s fingers found his hair and began twisting the tresses gently. The pogues all sat chatting idly and nursing your beers until Kie announced she was sleepy and she snuggled down further on the cushions pulling Pope with her. As she manoeuvred, she accidentally knocked JJ with her foot- he exclaimed but stood still and made his way to the bedrooms. Kie made grabby hands towards you and you smiled before dropping a kiss to hers and Pope’s foreheads- both smiling dopily and closing their eyes to sleep.

“Pssst!” John B whispered across the room, nudging his head towards the direction JJ had taken. You followed wrapping an arm around his waist you both shuffled to his room- laughing when you saw JJ sprawled on the bed. John B scoffed and hit at his foot as you leaped on the bed and got comfy. John B rolling his eyes as he joined the pair of you- the usually large enough bed soon felt cramped with all three of you situated on it. JJ twirled a piece of your hair around his finger absently as John B twiddled with the fingers on one of your hands- you all stared at the ceiling above, staring at the star charts there. You were all comfortable, chilling; all of you boosed and buzzed nicely. And you thought ‘Fuck it…’

“I want to have sex!” You announced- as soon as the words left your lips, you almost regretted them as the pair of boys both stopped their fiddling and turned to you. JJ choking on his breath, and John B raiding his eyebrows so high you wondered if they would ever settle back to their normal state. JJ coughed, trying catch his breath looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” he asked once he had calmed down enough, you let your eyes scrunch shut. This seemed so simple earlier, when you hadn’t told them about your plan and had just decided it would happen- but now they were actually involved and it made you anxious.

“I wanna have sex…. With one of you guys. I know you’ll treat me right, and show me all the things. The sex things… I’m just sick of being horny and a virgin ya feel?” You stated your unoccupied hand coming to rest over your burning face.

“The sex things… shit…” JJ muttered one of his own hands dragging through his own hair. He couldn't take his eyes off you- his fuzzy mind trying to process what you'd just said. You felt like curling up and dying in a corner- you flushed from head to toe and desperately tried to think of a way back from this.

"What about the rules? No pogue on pogue macking.." John B murmured, his head turned fully towards you as he lifted your hands from you tomato coloured face. JJ rolled onto his side and stared at you too. You puffed out your cheeks.

"Well... it wouldn't really be macking? It’d be like when you taught me to drive the Pogue or when J taught me to surf, ya know?" You whispered, mortified. You were regretting ever bringing it up, regretting ever thinking of it in the first place, like it was a stupid idea. Of course neither of them would want to have sex with you, the rules were there for a reason- an innocent friendly peck here and there didn’t break the rules, but sex would definitely break them. You turned your head and looked at both boys, either side of you- JJ was frowning and staring at you, you tried not to shrink under his stare. John B had a poker face on- his eyes though were stormy, thoughts tumbling around his brain. You whined and rolled over onto your stomach- burying your head in the pillow. Trying to fight the stinging of your eyes- ignoring the fact that you were crying about this. Maybe that last beer was one too many.

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At some point you must have fallen asleep, because when you next rolled over- the sun was blazing through John B’s shutters. You groaned pitifully to yourself and tried to gather the strength and will power to move from your pit of despair. A laugh from further within the building, the smell of food wafting through- urging you to move, so you did, eyes finding a discarded shirt from the floor and pulling it on to cover your body some more- your bikini top and shorts not feeling all that comfortable any longer. You waddled your way to the main room in the chateau; eyes catching on John B and JJ as they both sat up straighter when you entered. You coughed nervously and moved around the room collecting the bacon; obviously delivered from the Wreck, and a bottle of water from the fridge. You could feel their eyes following you, and the silence was setting you on edge. You turned to the boys and glanced at them, bottom lip between your teeth as you nibbled on it anxiously- wondering why they were watching you like an animal in the zoo. You took a bite of the bacon and tried not to groan at the feeling of food entering your body; you hadn’t realised how hungry you were until that point.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” JJ asked, staring you down as you choked on a mouthful of food- you coughed and spluttered as you wracked your brain trying to understand what he was asking you. It was a hazy memory, but one you couldn’t quite forget- you remembered exactly what he meant, you dropped the bacon to the plate and grabbed up your water bottle to try and take a swig. Swallowing slowly to try and sooth the irritation of your throat- your eyes fluttered around the room. JJ looked anxiously at you; his big blue eyes widened, eyebrows raised lips pouted slightly. John B leaned against the wall, hand on JJ’s shoulder- eyes sparkling but face mostly passive. You sighed running a hand through your matted hair- trying to buy yourself more time. Did you mean it, yesterday you had decided the course of action- but then when it came to telling them it felt like the earth was swallowing you up. And now- well, you weren’t sure, you knew you wanted to have sex; you had needs god damn it! But did you really need to involve the boys in your quest to pop your cherry? They didn’t give you much of a response the night before. Which made you feel worse.

“Umm… I guess. I mean I wanna have sex… but if either of you don’t want to.. then I get it, it was super weird of me to ask…” You started out strong- but their combined penetrating gaze making you feel small. JJ nodded, before looking at John B- shrugging his hand off his shoulder, he crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed you up within his arms. And before you could fully comprehend what was happening his chapped lips were pressed to your own. One hand tangling in your hair and the other pulling you close to him. You gasped into the kiss when his lips began moving against your own- his tongue swiping along your bottom lip, seeking your own. Opening up to him, he slipped his tongue to meet you, caressing over your own. Tangling in a dance that was beginning to kindle a fire within. Your hands came up to wrap around him, as one of his large hands came to hold your jaw- angling you face to deepen the kiss. You could feel the breath leaving your body, your knees weakening and a lust bubbling under your skin. The hand resting at your waist squeezed tightly- wrinkling the fabric of the soft, borrowed t-shirt you were wearing, his fingers slid towards you thigh- gently stroking over the smooth skin there- a light moan leaving your lips and JJ chuckled against you- his chest rumbling with the noise and he pulled back, leaving gentle pecks on your lips softly before pulling away completely and peering in to your breathless face. You breathed deeply, trying to regain some semblance of control- you were still wrapped around JJ as a second pair of hands tugged you away and settled you in front of their body.

You looked up into John B’s sparkling eyes, the light smirk playing on his inviting lips. You hadn’t quite wrapped your mind around what had just happened- but John B placed his hands on your hips and pulled you against him as he perched on the edge of the table; legs spread wide enough for you to stand between them- then pressed his lips against you. There was no rush; his soft lips smoothing over your own, gentle and languid- but that didn’t stop the heat bubbling under your skin. Your hands found his sun kissed tresses and you buried themsleves there, tangling within and pulling the pair of you closer. John opened his mouth- teeth nipping at your bottom lip and suckling it between his own deepening the kiss. You moaned weakly and felt you body lean more into him as the recent events and current ones took a toll on you. John B’s lazy kisses became fervent- rushed; nibbling, sucking and teasing pushing and pulling you in to him. When he pulled away as breathless as you- you frowned trying to chase his lips, wanting them back. The boys both chuckled, the rumbling sound bringing you back to reality. John B’s hands still held your hips fast to him, and one of JJ’s hands brushed your hair from your face. You took a steadying breath and forced your mind to focus- which was harder than it should be, with John B’s hands holding you tightly, his and JJ’s kiss still burning on your lips. you pushed his hands from you hips and stepped away from the pair, trying to breath calmly.

Now you had some space, you could see the pair smirking at you; eyes twinkling at you, their lips plump and looking so inviting. JJ raised a hand and his thumb rest against his bottom lip- while John B clapped his hands and rubbed them together in front of him.

“We’re in…” John B stated confidently, arms folding over his chest- JJ nodding along emphatically and grinning wide. You gasped, eyes widening and nodding- letting your mind catch up. You were still kiss drink from them, a hand raising to rest on your forehead. You looked up and stared at the boys- they just stood smirking.

“There’s gonna be some rules though; we’re both going to help you, cause you didn’t specify who.” JJ stated gesturing between them both as you stood- still shocked but nodding nonetheless.

“We’ll go at your pace, and only do things with you when you say.. yes we’re teaching you, but this is on your terms.” John B stated, gesturing to you, smirk still in place.

“We don’t tell Kie and Pope about this, obviously..” JJ shrugged his shoulders, at the mention of their names you looked towards the pull out and sighed when you saw they had already left.

“Now we need to know what exactly you do know and we can go from there..” John B winked, he moved to the pull out and flopped down onto it, JJ copying his actions before gesturing you to join them. You settled between the boys and waited, you wondered whether the booze from last night was bad or something- cause none of this was making sense.

“Do you know what gets you off?” JJ murmured in to your ear, one hand brushing your hair away from your shoulder- lips dropping a kiss there as he waited for you to respond. You looked to John B beside you, who just shrugged, eyebrow raised. You breathed deeply, JJ resting his chin on your shoulder- you knew the theory and mechanics of sex; but hadn’t put it into practice, nerves bubbled in your tummy as you continued your train of thought. You’d watched porn, and 50 shades- you had used your fingers to ease your libido- you knew how to work them to work yourself to orgasm. But you’d never been touched by another person in that way and you’d never touched another in that way.

“I’ve watched porn before…” You mumbled, cheeks blazing- JJ buried his head in your neck, gently pecking the area. John B traced a finger up your thigh before dropping his hand on it and squeezing gently.

“It’s not realistic.. but a good place to start kinda..” the brunette murmured softly. “Have you ever gotten yourself off?” he asked, a delicate blush covering his tan cheeks- you on the other hand burned with embarrassment and the earlier lust beginning to trickle throughout again. You could only nod.

“That’s good, you know what you like, you can teach us how..” JJ whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending shivers through you- the boys both chuckling at your response. The blonde dropping a kiss to your neck and shoulder again before standing up and high-fiving John B- he winked at you and left the chateau- you and the Routledge boy alone- the silence within almost deafening. John B squeezed your thigh gently, ducking his head slightly to be face-to-face with you.

“You wanna try something now?” he whispered- watching as you bit into your bottom lip and nodded. He lurched forward and attached your lips together once more. He wasn’t slow and relaxed this time, he instantly pried your lips apart with his tongue and tangled it with yours. Kissing into you passionately, gently nudging you back to lie on the pull out- he hovered over you, pulling from your lips to kiss around your mouth, then lower discovering you neck like an unmapped land. You moaned as his teeth nipped at your skin- you could feel the grin he wore as he continued to assault your neck. He let one hand hold your jaw, and pulled back- he manoeuvred the pair of you to sit once more, his other arm trailing and resting around your waist- squeezing and lifting you until you were somehow straddling him. You whimpered as he sucked and nipped playfully at you neck. You pulled back to stare at him; he was smiling wolfishly, eyes ablaze, lips kiss-swollen and cheeks dusted with a blush as he stared back at you. You untangled his hand from you hair- ghosting over your neck and the light marks he’d left- grin widening slightly- before plucking gently at the t-shirt you were wearing.

“Looks good on you..” he whispered, grin still in place- he was breathing deeply, and you took a moment to eye his torso; abs working slightly as he breathed quickly. He tilted your chin up and kissed you again- this time with no rush, it was languid and arousal seared through your entirety. His hands took up residence on your thighs, calloused fingers brushing the skin, pushing the large t-shirt up, you whimpered against his lips. He felt so good against you- soft lips kissing against you, hard muscle supporting you- your hand trailed to rest on his chest, it flexing against you hat palm- his skin hotter beneath it. Your body reacting to his lightest of touches- lips fusing together, panting into eachother’s mouths, as neither of you wanted to part. Your hips twitched on top of him, a shock running through your body as he moaned as the contact of your clothed cores rubbing a delicious friction for you both. He gripped onto your hips, fingers digging in, in an enticing manner; he held your hips and guided you over him. Grinding you on top of him, your whines and moans echoing throughout the chateau- his matching sounds slightly quieter than yours. As your body moved and rubbed against him in a tantalising way, one of his hands raised to traced the curve of your body- fingers spreading wide and resting over your ribs, just underneath your breast- thumb gently running along the bottom of you bikini top teasingly.

Your hand found his and cupped it around you, encouraging him to squeeze and tease you. He didn’t disappoint; squeezing gently, exploring the area, letting his fingers tease you hard nipple- pinching and flicking it. All the while your hips worked furiously against him, there was a pressure building within as you could feel him hard beneath; through your clothes, the material rubbing right against you clit in a maddening way. You worked your hips with more fervour focus, you could feel that overwhelming knot tying and twisting tightly within- fraying until it snapped, your climax washing over you forcefully. You moaned and buried your head in the crook of his neck- he panted beneath you, the pair of you trying to catch your breath and calm your racing hearts. The fire within you only burned on, as you could still feel him pressing against you harshly- you began moving your hips, slowly, you were sensitive and knew a second release wouldn’t take long. But John B gripped your hips tightly and stopped you movements, shaking his head.

“No, no, no- this is all for you okay? Don’t worry about me…” he chuckled, his voice deeper than normal- making you want to grip his head and kiss him into oblivion, you restrained yourself as he helped you to sit beside him. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close to him. You two stayed cuddled together long after your racing hearts had calmed and you breathing had returned to normal, eventually he stood from the pull out, tugging you with him and leading you to his room before traipsing to the bathroom by himself. Your eyes caught on the bulge in his shorts making you blush- one he spotted and sent a wink to you. You laid in his bed and tried to wrap your mind around the happenings of the day. When John B appeared again, he had a towel slung low on his hips- making your mouth go dry, he searched for clothes and explained that you’d stop by your place to change and then you were going to meet the others for a day on the boat as usual. You nodded, more focused on watching him cover up his still damp body with an unbuttoned shirt, board shorts, backwards cap, converse and his ever present bandanna tied around his neck. He looked over to you, chuckling as he clocked the mark on your own neck, grabbing another bandanna; he tied it around your throat like his own. Dropping a kiss to the corner of your lips, smirking when he pulled away. He dragged you out of the chateau and to the parked bus- ready to start your day even though it was nearing the afternoon by this point. You both got settled in the Twinkie before setting off.

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