#john b imagine

[shellxrls]

what do you think the guys dicks look like?

rafes dick is very prim and proper in a sense? represents him well bcuz its girthy but long in a way that’s reminiscent of his lean muscular build. he’s cut and his tip is a pale red/pink. hair is always trimmed and for the most part nonexistent. one or two veins that run along the side and bulge out when he’s hard, he’s extra sensitive to touches there so you make sure to run your tongue over them and trace the lines whenever you go down on him. tip is quite thick but that thickness is maintained all the way down the shaft, makes it so that he often does have to ‘bully’ his cock into your cunt so that it fits. the way his cum tastes rlly does depend on what kind of a week he’s had 😭. if he’s been snorting coke and drinking it probably has an underlying unpleasant aftertaste but otherwise it’s generally not unsavoury. good weight to just suckle on but it stands tall and drools precum onto his abs when he’s hard.

jj’s dick is uncut and it’s very noticable bcuz his foreskin is sort of pale but when you move it down his tip is rlly pink (basically the colour of his lips). definition of a ‘pretty dick’ despite his general lack of care surrounding it. thick but still impressively long with a minor upward curve that’s perfect for catching on your g-spot and is only exacerbated in the right positions. gets rlly agitated and worked up quite quickly and by then his tip is rubying and the entire head of his shaft is blushing. thicker as you get closer to his pelvis. bulges in his shorts a lot and so he’s always sticking a hand down there to adjust himself 💀. tip has a very indented slit that’s constantly leaking milky pre. blonde pubes that he rarely ever trims bcuz he can’t be bothered, balls are kinda buried beneath the hair as well — he likes to stick your face into them when you go down on him and smush your nose into the hair. RANK cum i’m sorry it’s genuinely a cause for concern.

john b’s dick is pale/purplish at the top and instead of going flush when he’s hard, it grows a bit thicker and drags downward very weightily — the tip turning a dark mauve. mushroom tip that juts out very noticeably and stings more than it shld on the initial stretch, a bit thicker than the rest of his dick. his shaft is very tan (just like him lmao) and he has a few darker/coarse brown hairs at the base that he cleans up but doesn’t do much effort to really trim too much. around his pelvis theres a very prominent happy trail and a scatter of veins that start throbbing when he gets rlly hard. balls are really large and they genuinely look weighted down, the skin sags a bit more there. cum is relatively clean, kinda salty but its excusable bcuz its not overpowering just very homey.

[ribbonprincess]

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JJ got a hand in your hair,scratching at your scalp softly while John b has a warm hand under your(his) shirt as he runs the tip of his finger down your spine. "you getting sleepy pup?" He ask,looking down at you while you hum,snuggling further between the two guys.

"yeah... you're so warm" you mumble as your eyelids start to close slowly,head tilted into JJ's hand while you hum happily. "I just..my brain doesn't want to turn off but I wanna sleep" you whine, receiving a coo from both boys as they look at each other with a knowing smirk. "you need that Brain turned off cupcake?" JJ asks,receiving a nod in response. John b hand travels down your back over the curve of your ass as you hum contently,letting his finger run over your clothed pussy.

"bee..." "I know,pup,I've got you...just relax mh?" Nodding with a smile you let him peel your panties down your legs as JJ starts to press sticky kisses on your neck. Your brunette boyfriend moves over the edge of the bed,spreading your legs apart as he hums. "there's my girl...should see her JJ,so wet" the boy chuckles,pressing a kiss to your clit before moving his finger over your mouth. "wet them for me,angel"

Opening your mouth you twirl your tongue around his digits,coating them in spit as he brings them back down,ghosting them over your entrance before slowly moving them inside. "yeah...there you go,nice and warm hm?" Before you can answer JJ tilt your head to the side,showing his tongue into your mouth as John b starts to move his fingers.

"just relax hm,we've got you princess" JJ mumbles as his hand moves over your tits,squeezing them with a pleased groan. Grinding into John B's palms you release a high pitched whine "bee" "yeah,can feel you squeezing me tight,you close already baby? just needed this so much?"Nodding in response,your back arches off the bed,holding onto your blonde boyfriend forearm for support as you clench around John b fingers. JJ smirk from behind you,continuing his work of fondling your boobs as his lips sucks at the skin between your neck and shoulder, "c'mon,sweets.. know you got in you,just need to let it out" he whispers into your ear. John b presses a kiss to your clit before bringing his thumb over it,rubbing the bundle in circles as he smiles. "let it go,pup" After a few more pumps you press your face into JJ's chest,moaning at the overwhelming sensations,the tanned skin boy slowly still his movements before removing his fingers completely out of you,licking them clean before coming back up and pressing a kiss to your lips. "let's get you clean up" He mumbles,chucking at your already closed eyes,a hum is all he gets as an answer as he wipes you down with a wet towel. "out like a light she goes" JJ chuckles as you snuggle into his side,John b taking his previous spot on your other side before pressing a kiss to your head. "goodnight puppy"

[drewsephrry]

being a pogue moodboard

[avenging-fandoms]

john b literally does it for me.

wanna fuck him in the back of the twinkie NOT EVEN SORRY BOUT IT.

**yeah it's a situationship. complicated. seems like jombie **and yes i make him beg. *smut and angst cause i LOVE writing angst

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"John B Routledge!" you bang on his screen door. "You owe me a beach day!" You shout and bang on it some more until a very aggravated John B opened the door. You opened the screen door and smile at your friend. "Morning sunshine, you owe me a beach day.”

"I don't owe you shit, Yn."

"You don't?" You cross your arms, looking at him. "I covered for your ass when Sarah asked where you were. Said you were out somewhere with your dad when you were hiding in my room from her." Your fingers tap his chest. "I lied to your girlfriend, so you promised me a beach day."

John B sighed. "Ex, she cheated. With Topper. And fine, give me 10 minutes." You clap and lay on his couch, closing your eyes as you listen to him rustle around. "Alright, let's go, brat."

"Brat. This brat helped you out." John B pushed your head and you both hop into the twinkie. John B drove to your favorite beach in the Outer Banks, far from where anyone could find you two.

You set out your blanket and towel, John B coming over with the bag and cooler. You take off your shirt and shorts, catching John B staring for too long. "Can you help me put the sunscreen on, JB?"

"Uh, yeah, of course." He took the bottle and moved your hair, massaging the lotion into your back. He moved down and covered your ass and down your thighs, and you had to bite your knuckle. He just broke up with his girlfriend 2 days ago, but you couldn't help but want him. You had him first.

You and John B were friends who later added the 'with benefits' part. It went on for months, no strings attached. He then stopped hanging out with you altogether when he started dating Sarah, then came back around when they were serious.

You turn around and face him, John B rubbing lotion into his hands and smoothing over your chest, hesitant on covering your boobs. "Nothing you have touched before, JB." His cheeks turned red as he put sunscreen all over your front.

"My turn." He took off his shirt and you bite your lip softly, putting lotion over his chest and v-line. He gasped softly and you turn him around. You rub it into his back, scratching down his skin, knowing it drove him crazy.

"Alright, I think I'lm going to swim for a bit, clear my head." You nod and play music on your phone, laying in the sun with your eyes closed. John B was gone for more than an hour, and came back pruny and dripping wet.

"Good swim?"

"So good, I thought of literally everything I could think of." John B laid next to you and closed his eyes, and you watched the water droplets slide down and off his body. You bit your lip and flipped onto your stomach, groaning. "Takes too much to suntan?"

"No, asshat. My shoulders and back are killing me." You huff and lay your cheek on your hand, John B sitting up and sitting with his wet trunks on your thighs. "Ah, JB it's cold!" You laugh and he smiles.

"Just relax, are there knots in your shoulder and back?" You nod and he presses his thumbs into your shoulders, massaging out the first knot he found and you moan rather loudly. "Haven't heard that in a while." He mumbled softly, but you still heard him. You did it purposely now, knowing he liked it. And John B purposefully found tough knots just to hear you moan.

After he got off you sat up and rolled out your shoulders, a smile on your face. "JJ's couldn't get them out. He was so rough I told him to never touch me again." John B laughs and stands up, holding out his hand. "I'm not going in the water, you're crazy."

"Why not? Why come to the beach then?" He asks and looks at you, his hair still damp in his face. You studied him. His head blocked the sun, his hands on his hips which pushed his shorts down a bit, giving you a good eye level shot of his v-line.

You protested. John B rolled his eyes at your stubbornness, grabbing your waist and throwing you over his shoulder. You laugh and hit his back as his right hand held onto the back of your thighs. "Hold your breath!" He yelled as he jumped into the water with you.

The two of you spent some time in the water, floating and talking. "Do you want Sarah back?" John B stayed silent. "The girl cheated and you still want her?"

"Can you blame me, Yn? I've been in love with this girl for so long. We've been through so much, I don't want to give up on her. It'll take time but I know I'll forgive her."

"Right." You nod and swim to shore, pushing your hair behind your back and squeezing the water out, drying your body and hair.

"Yn, where are you going? Why are you mad at what I said?" John B's hands were in front of him, and he was utterly confused as you angrily shoved your blanket and towel into your bag.

"What about me, John B?"

Finally. 5 years of being in love with John B and 3 years of Sarah Cameron and on-and-off fucking around, you finally asked it.

"What about all the things we've been through together? How we used to spend every night with each other? Hell, even have sex when you and Sarah were done! I don't know why I even try. You still want the broad after cheating." You pulled on your shorts, leaving your shirt off. "Thanks for the beach day, I'll find another ride home." You start to walk past the Twinkie but John B catches up to you.

"Yn, stop being an idiot." You drop the bag and look at him, his hand holding your face. "Did you really think I would come here with you just as friends? The way I wanted to keep touching you." His fingers fell to your bathing suit top, breath hitting yours as he pushed the strap off your shoulders. "You were poison, Yn Yln. You're intoxicating. I need you."

You slide open the door, sitting on the cushion and he climbs in after you like a lost puppy and you slam the door. You push your hips forward, John B on his knees as he looked at you desperately. "Tell me."

"Tell you.. what?"

You lean forward, the other strap falling and John B got a perfect view of your chest. "Tell me how bad you need me."

"Fuck, Yn, I think of you every fucking day. Your body, the way you sound." His hands touch your knees, pushing up towards your shorts. "I need to taste you, God I remember you tasting so sweet." Your eyes got heavy as he pulled your shorts off. You put your heel on the seat, John B untying the knot on your hips and taking off your bottoms.

"Anything you want, John B." You cursed yourself for letting yourself fall for him again, but how could you not? John B leaned forward with his eyes trained on yours, tongue flicking against your clit slowly as you let out soft whimpers.

"Go ahead, tell me how bad you need more." John B taunted and you look at him, and he looked at you with a devilish grin. His fingers rub up and down your folds, waiting for your words.

"Fuck, John B. Eat me like your last fucking meal. Fuck me like you're dying tomorrow, I don't care what you do. I need you." You grab his face and kiss him, a satisfied hum coming from his mouth against yours. John B slides his fingers inside and you gasp against his mouth, gripping his hair.

You moan into his mouth as he picks up his pace, hand around your neck as he pushes your head back, laying you down on the seat and fucking you with his fingers the fastest he could. "John B!" You exclaim and he pulls away with a smile. "You dickhead."

"You know how I like to make you cum, and it's not like that." You sat up and switched positions with John B, pulling his shorts down before he could sit down. You toss them behind you and drool at the sight of his leaky cock.

"Missed me, JB?" You smirk and kitten lick the tip, taking him into your mouth. John B let out a little whimper as you push him down your throat.

"Good girl, take all of me. Fuck yes, you're so good." He huffed and leaned forward, untying your top and throwing it with the pile of clothes. His left hand held your hair as the other one toyed with your nipple. You gag on him and he lets outa breath, laughing as he grabbed your chin and pulled you up, grinning as you gasp for air.

"You did miss me."

"Oh, I missed hearing you gag on my dick." He hums and kisses you, pulling you onto his lap. You grab his cock and his hand grips the back of your head, pushing your head down. "Watch, baby. Watch me fill you up."

You sit down on him, gasping at the foreign feeling. You held his face, moving your hips and John B moans against your mouth. "You feel so good, Yn. Fuck."

John B laid you on the seat, thrusting his hips into you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "Fuck, you are perfect." His hands fall down your front, thumb rubbing your clit. You grab his biceps and gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Already, sweetheart? We're just getting started." you whimper his name and dig your nails into his skin. "Come on, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Fuck, John B! Shit!" Your legs shook around his body, John B still moving his hips.

"Fuck I love hearing you scream my name." John B got off of you and you bend over the cushion, his hand spanking you a few times roughly. He pushed himself into you, holding onto the seat above your head as he slammed into you.

John B grabbed your hair in his fist and you look at him. "JJ fucks so much better." You moan and he laughs.

"Sarah rides better." You pull away from him and push him onto the seat again, sliding down on him and bouncing your hips. John B's hand smoothed up your stomach and twisted your nipple in his fingers.

You lean forward and bite his neck, his breath getting choppy. You bit harder and sat up, kissing him lazily as his hands hold your back. "You gonna cum for me, John B? You gonna fill me up like old times?"

"Holy.. God.. damn it." John B pressed you down against him and you whimper, shivering as he pumps his cum into you. He bounced you on top of him, rubbing your clit and you fist his hair, hips shaking as you cum around him. "I will never get tired of watching you cum." He let out a small laugh and kissed your sweaty chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, wanna meet me at the snack shack?" You get off of him and he nods, John B helping you tie your top. You tie the strings at your hips and throw his button up over your body.

"That's my shirt." You open the door and slide your shoes on.

"I thought you liked me in your clothes?" You wink and head to the bathroom. You fix your hair and check your phone, hearing your voice being called. You look behind you thinking it was John B, but you look to the left and it was someone much worse.

Sarah fucking Cameron.

There you stood. Just-had-sex hair, John B's shirt, sweat, scratches and bite marks. She wasn't stupid, you knew she'd notice right away.

"Yn, hi!" She hugs you and you pat her back, putting on your best smile. "How are you?"

Her eyes scan your body and you grew nervous. You saw John B walking towards you and you try to signal that it was Sarah. "Uh, I'm uh.. alright. Just trying to.. enjoy my summer."

Sarah wasn't stupid. She looked behind her and John B ducked behind a trash can. "John B?"

He stood up slowly and you backed up from her, closer to John B. She put it together. His shirt on you, the marks on his neck. "Sarah."

"Didn't take you long to move on, John B" she crossed your arms and you laugh. "Something funny?"

"How are you gonna get mad at him for fucking someone else when you cheated on him? It's your fault." Sarah's face turned red and John B's hand rubbed your back.

"We were together when you got with Topper. I'm single getting with Yn. There's a difference. See you around, Sarah." You two walk past her and you poke him.

"I still have to use the bathroom, JB."

"Okay, I'll be the bodyguard to make sure she doesn't try anything in the bathroom."

"You act like I haven't kicked her ass before."

[luversgirl]

MY OBX REC LIST, part five

( ☾ = angst, ☆ = head-canon, ❀ = fluff, ✧ = smut )

rafe cameron

— five minutes ✧ ( i- )

— need you ☾ ❀

— promises ✧ ( omfg 💀 )

— dating rafe cameron should include ☆ ❀

— silent love ( literally such a amazing series )

— don’t make a sound ✧

— the pogue and the kook ☾ ❀

— best friends little sister ✧

— midsummer’s ❀ ( this is disgusting GIVE IT TO ME NOW )

— frenemies ☾ ✧

— new light blurb: next to you ❀ ( this is so cuteeeee )

— love is a dangerous game ☾ ✧ ( THE ANGST OMFG )

— forbidden ( series )

— good luck charm ❀ ( awwww )

— naughty ✧ ( i want y/n the fawk me wtf )

— hard to love you ☾

— limousine ✧ ( the driver 👁👄👁 )

— and yet…❀

— love at sea ☾ ❀

— can’t sleep ❀

— glory and gore ✧ ( poor jj lmaooooo )

— ambivalence blurb: phases ☾ ❀ ( give me this in life rn )

— unexpected valentine ❀ ( SO MF CUTE )

— night swim ✧

— protecter ☾ ❀ (top tier work, like literally weekly reread)

jj maybank

— i will leave ☾ ( THIS!!! part 2, part 3… etc )

— strawberry ❀ ( living for this )

— scary love ☾ ❀

— mine ❀

— promise ☾ ( oh my fawking god )

— take it slow ✧

— messed up ☾ ❀

— pretty girl ❀ ☾

— for me ❀ ☾ ( someone gimme a jj rn )

— princess ❀

— sweet and salty ✧

— jumped ❀ ☾

— wrestle ✧ ☾ ( oh my lordddddddd )

— nightmares ❀ ☾

— can’t kill a pogue ☾

— underdressed ✧

— i got you ☾

— meet me at our spot ❀ ☾ ( absolutely love this )

— enough for you ☾ ( sobbing )

sarah cameron

— exposed ✧

— lifeguard ☾ ❀ ( why not meeeeeee )

— call rafe ❀

— watermelon sugar ✧ ❀

— welcome home ❀

— kook princess ✧ ( lawd, part two, LAWD )

— the little things ❀

— don’t make me over ❀

pope heyward

— rose water and bubbles ✧

— this ❀ ( idk the name but i LUV IT )

— charm bracelets ❀

— full kook ☾ ❀

— noisy neighbours ❀ ( GIVE ME THIS IN LIFE RN )

— stick shift ❀

— tutor ❀ ☾ ( this is so cuteeeeeee )

barry

— art of seduction ✧

— issues ( ik this is a rafe fic but my blueberry is there so here )

— watch you’re mouth country club ☾ ❀

— softie ❀ ( awwwwww )

— responsibility ❀

john b

— let it snow ❀

— truth or dare ✧

— sticky notes ❀ ( jarah )

— i love you ❀ ( awwww )

— you and me against the world ❀

— always ☾ ❀

— knuckle kiss ❀

— 3 am ❀ ( I CANT ITS SO 😩 )

— pogue bonfire ☾ ❀ ( why not me god? )

— lazy river ❀

— i love you ❀

kiara carrera

— fuck up the friendship ✧ ( it’s kiesarah but it’s so good )

— take care of my girl ❀

— this omfg ✧ ( the title is long for here lol )

— nsfw alphabet ✧

— facades ✧ ( LAWD )

— enough ☾ ❀

— this concept ✧ ( l- l- lord )

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

Warnings- Smut. A lil bit of fluff and angst, but mostly sexual intercourse, hair pulling, scratching, Oral, language. (18+)

A/n- part one incase you missed it

You had kept yourself busy since sleeping with John B, staying away from Tanny hill in case you ran into Sarah. Though you doubted she would do anything, the fight wouldn’t end very well for her.

Your phone had been on silent for the past 15 days, the day after the boat, John B had tried calling you multiple times. But you didn’t want to get involved in the drama, you slept with him to help him get back at Sarah. You hadn’t slept with him hoping he’d want you back.

But apparently that’s exactly what John B wanted, he wanted you. He didn’t want Sarah, he told her it was over.

So when he turned up at your door one night, you were shocked. Your facial expressions portraying exactly that, he gave you his famous grin. “Hey” you stated, guarding yourself behind the door.

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

“Well can we talk? About the other night?” He questions, his palm pushes on the door slightly. It nudges against your shoulder but you stay put, not letting him into your house.

“No John B, I don’t think we need to” you state, you start to close the door. His scuffed sneaker blocking it from closing, his eyes beg you to listen to what he has to say.

“Seriously, it’s not going to happen. We broke up John B, you can’t come crawling back because Sarah hooked up with Topper… you got even. It’s done”

He sees the betrayal behind your eyes, he knows he shouldn’t be doing this to you. He had broken your heart once before by moving onto Sarah so soon after the break up, it wasn’t right for him to be trying to get you back.

So he let you close the door this time, you watched him through the peephole hole. He stayed rooted in his spot for a few more minutes before he finally walked away, you hadn’t expected it to be so easy.

A small part of you feeling crushed he didn’t fight harder to get inside, fight harder to tell you why he was coming around.

But you turned around and kept pushing his face to the back of your mind, kept going on with life and pretending you didn’t want him back in your life.

You hadn’t expected any of the pogues to be at the house party of your friend James, you knew they didn’t really have time for drinking and normal lives now that they were involved with the gold.

So when you see John B standing in the corner of the room, talking to Pope and eyes searching the sea of bodies. You couldn’t stop yourself from ducking, zigzagging your way through open gaps until you were outside.

“Great” you mumbled, eyes falling on Sarah Cameron and Topper. Of course, the two of them however ignored you. That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder and suddenly Sarah was staring at you. “Hey”.

You turn your body slightly, John B stares down at you with his boyish grin. His sun kissed skin glowing under the moonlight, you offer him a small smile and let him give you a hug. “Hey John B”.

“Want to get a drink?” He questions, nodding his head over to the messy table in the corner. Far enough away that Sarah couldn’t watch on, you nod your head before you can talk yourself out of leaving the party and follow beside him. “How are you?” You question, small talk was never your forte.

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

That’s why he was coming around and wanting to talk to you.

He shrugs, taking a sip from the red solo cup in his hand. You reach across the table and grab the bottle of tequila, the exact same brand you two had been drinking a few weeks ago. “Shots?”

He repeats his actions from last time, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig. You copy but keep your eyes trained on him from the side, his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows harshly.

A small trickle of tequila escapes from your mouth, running down your lip, falling from your chin and landing on your chest.

“Can we go somewhere private” he questions, the tequila is doing the thinking and you're pulling him away from the party. Throwing all warnings out the window, you can feel his friend's eyes on the two of you.

Sarah’s eyes bored holes in your fingers that looped John B’s belt, you pretended not to notice them. Giving him a nudge into the secluded pool house, you don’t bother turning the light on. The fairy lights from outside give you both enough light to see.

“I didn’t fuck you because I wanted to get back together… I fucked you because you deserved to get even” you state, your bodies are close. He’s looking down at you and you can just make out the chocolate brown of his eyes. “So, you wouldn’t be into the idea of getting back together?” He questions, dropping his head a little lower.

Your mouths linger against one another, his hand cups your right cheek. Thumb caressing your chin, pulling slightly to open your mouth for him. “What?” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavier.

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

“No, I miss you Y/N… I need you, I physically ache without you, my brain won’t stop thinking about you… I can taste your lips, I can feel the warmth of your body”

“Stop John B”

“I can’t… I physically can not Y/N, I’m so sorry for the way things ended. I’m so sorry for bringing you into this mess, I fucked up and I will spend the rest of my life making up for it”

You push up on the balls of your feet and gently press your lips to his, you can feel the thudding of both your heart beats in your ears. You surrender yourself under his touch, his fingers dance up the length of your arm until he’s cupping your face with both hands.

The kiss becomes heated, both your breathing is heavy. Your mouth parted letting his tongue slip inside, his lips are warm and soft against your own. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath on your upper lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his. His hands moving from your cheeks to your waist, he begins walking you backwards.

The back of your knees meet the small bed, pushing you until you lay down completely. His body hovering over your own, you part your legs enough to let him kneel between. “Do you think… you should be rushing back into this?” You stutter, his mouth sucking at your neck has your thoughts all over the place.

You had told yourself you didn’t need him, that you needed to move on from the idea of having John B in your life again. But, here you were. Spread, wet and desperate for him. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself, you wanted him. Not just in a sexual way, you wanted his mind, body and soul.

The feeling of his warm hand on your thigh has you snapping out of your thoughts, you nudge John B on the chest. He pulls away from you, soft chocolate eyes meet yours. “Answer me”

“Sarah and I have been over for a long time… things got too much when we were stranded on that island, we just didn’t know how to end it” John B states, his eyes flickering to the door of the pool room. “Her kissing Topper just helped make it easier to call it quits”.

You nod your head, understanding sometimes you just need something to solidify why you needed to break up. “I totally get that… but do you think us sleeping together is what you need?”.

“I need you Y/N, I needed you the moment I laid eyes on you the other night… I needed you when you left, the past 15 days, I needed you when I turned up to your house, when I saw you duck and run from me.”

Your cheeks flush bright red, embarrassed that he had noticed you hiding from him. Your heart thumping, the sound travelling to your ear drums, you push on his chest and guide him down onto the bed. Straddling his waist, pressing your palms to his abs.

“John B, if we do this… You need to be certain your done with Sarah”

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

You kiss his lips, silencing the both of you. Your body ached for him, grinding your hips against his. He deepens the kiss, running his tongue on your lower lip.

“I could kiss you forever” he mumbles, placing open mouth kisses down your throat. Warning signs went off behind your eyes, telling you this would end badly. But you squeezed them shut to rid the thoughts, you’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Show me how much you need me” You murmur, eyes pleading with his. He gives you a grin and scoops your chin between his palm, enveloping your lips with his.

Pulling you down so you lay on him, holding your waist with his other hand. The hand that held your chin moved to tuck the strands of hair behind your ear only to move them down your neck to hold you in place.

“Need you here” he mumbles against your lips, kissing his way down your neck to your collarbone. “Here”.

His fingers fiddle with the buttons of your dress, exposing your triangle bathing suit. Cleavage exposed, his lips travel down until he’s sucking dark marks on your cleavage. “Here”.

You're mesmerised by his touch, your body tingling with excitement. You watch quietly as he moves the flimsy material of your bathing suit and exposes your breasts. Your nipples hardening from the cool air, his mouth takes them in. Sucking on them until you were grinding your core into his bulge.

“Here”.

“John B, I need you to touch me” you beg, your arousal drenched your panties. Soaking his shorts as you moved your hips against his. “Please”.

“I thought I was showing you how much I needed you” he chuckles, his fingers massaging the swell of your breast. You back arching into his touch. “Show me how much you need me by giving me an orgasm”.

He nods his head, placing his hand on your upper back and one around your bum. Swapping you both around until you sat at the end of the bed, he shoots you a quick look as though to ask for permission.

You grip the waistband of your panties and pull them down your leg, your arousal dripping onto your thighs. “Needy” he whispers, pushing you down onto the bed before you can respond.

He parts your legs wide, staring directly into your core. You clench around nothing, pussy weeping for him to fill you up. “So pretty” he whispers, kissing his way up from your ankles until his breath fanned over your aching core.

Just as you begin to pull yourself up from the bed to hurry him along he brings his fingers to your folds, spreading you so his mouth can swallow your clit.

Your head drops back onto the mattress, back arching at the simple touch. “Fuck” you gasp, clenching your fingers around the material of the bed.

He moves your legs, bending them and pushing them up against your stomach. Opening you wider for him, his tongue slipping into your core, circling his tongue against your walls. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim, your vision is blurry.

“Just me baby girl” John B chuckles, he’s inserting two fingers inside of you while his tongue laps at your clit. Your body is shaking, pleasure courses through your veins. “I’m gonna cum!” You cry, your walls pulsate around his fingers as he adds a third, angling them up against your g spot.

Your orgasm hits you at full force, knocking the breath out of you. Your legs shake against the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you let the pleasure rock you. “Shit shit shit”.

“That’s how much I need you”

You don’t give yourself time to recover, you're reaching for him. You needed him more than ever, shaky hands fumbling with the string of his shorts. He helps you remove his clothes, his cock swaying proudly.

“I’m going to fuck you now” he states, lining himself up against your hole. Your arms find home around his neck, both of your eyes training on where he eases himself in.

You both exhale, your fingernails scratch at his sun kissed skin. Chewing on your lower lip, he begins to rock his hips against you. His hair tickles your chin, his arms pulling you flush against him.

“You're perfect… I’ve missed you so much”.

“Show me how much… show me by fucking me hard… and fast”.

A switch seems to go off inside his head, he pulls your body away from the bed. Changing the position, your knees meet the mattress. He pushes you down until your cheeks press against the sheets, his hips connect with the swell of your ass.

His heavy balls hitting at your swollen clit with each thrust. The grip he has on your hips is harsh, red marks that are going to bruise. His cock hits deep into you, nudging at your sweet spot.

“Fuck… pretty girl, your magic” he exclaims, his hands run up the length of your back until they grip around the locks of hair, pulling you slightly away from the bed. “Your pussy is the best goddamn pussy I’ve ever had”.

You're clenching around him, his words stirring something inside of you. “Fuck.. John B, harder please!”. He quickened his pace, you try to look behind you but the grip on your hair stops you from doing so.

The sound of your skins meeting in the middle fills the small room, you can hear the bass from the music outside. You only just realise the curtains are open, anyone could walk by right now and see the predicament you were in.

This just has you more aroused, your soaking his thick cock. The wet sound has you arching your back and pushing back into him, your moans are growing louder and a sheen of sweat glistens on both your bodies.

“Shit… babe-”

Your words are cut short as he pulls out of you and repositions you, your legs straddling him. He pulls you down against him, his cock deep inside of you.

His hand presses against your lower stomach as he helps you move against him again, your body bouncing harshly as you chase your high. He can himself deep inside of you, grunts of pleasure leave his lips.

His eyes train on your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, he pulls himself up slightly to capture one between his lips. Sucking and pulling at your nipples, your finger nails dig into his skin.

Hips grinding and circling against him, the familiar tingle spreads from your toes up to the hair on your head. Goosebumps litter your body, arching your back as the wave of pleasure hits you once more and you're coming around his cock, walls sucking him as deep as humanly possible. “Fuck!”

“Oh shit… shit shit shit” John B cries, he grips your hips. His own hips stuttering against yours as he orgasm floods through him, he pulls out of you, his cum coating his lower stomach.

You move to sit next to him, regaining your breath. Your eyes meet his and he moves to kiss your lips.

“I promise to make up for everything, I promise to prove to you everyday why it was a good idea for you to take me back.. I promise to be better” John B states, his hand cups your face. Thumb caressing your cheek, you give him a soft smile.

All you could do was move forward, you can forgive and forget and see where the future takes you both. “Okay, let’s do this”.

You meet in the middle, lips pressed together once again.

Tagging people who wanted part 2 @novxturient @thirsty4nonlivingmen @thekidscallmebossss @bigenergy777 @gillybear17 🖤

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The Endless Darkness and Mystery of the Ocean Is Becoming A Bit Tempting To Dive Into Now

Masterlist

Pairing: Ex!John B Routledge x female!reader, JJ Maybank x female!reader (all over 18)

TW:18+ smut, piv. unprotected sex. size kink(?), squirting, drug use, angst, violence, brief mention of blood,I think thats it

Summary: After ending things with one of your best friends, you see JJ in whole new light. the problem is you can't tell John B, but everything comes to light eventually. (Based on this request)

Word Count:4.4k

A/N: please excuse any typos, its 2 am and im delirious. also I couldn't choose between these gifs so have them both

Ever since the breakup things have been… tense, to say the least. You've been friends with the pogues since you could walk; they're like your family. 

A year ago, your relationship with John B blossomed into something more and up until last month, the two of you had been a picture-perfect couple. 

However, after everything with the treasure hunt and deserted island, something just changed. Your heart wasn't in it anymore, and John B agreed. Though it was mutual, it still put a strain on the group. 

It's not like a normal breakup where you don't have to see each other anymore. Your entire friend group is shared, and you still have to hang out with him every day. It's getting easier, but how do you recover when you went from best friends to lovers and back again?

Walking away obviously isn't an option for either of you, so you're just trying to make the best of the situation. 

You've found solace in JJ, the two of you growing even closer in the midst of your heartache. Which is exactly how you found yourself sitting at the end of the dock passing a joint back and forth. 

The two of you have been laughing hysterically at nothing for the past hour when JJ suddenly goes quiet. You look over with a frown and find the man staring off into space. You wave your hand in front of his face with a small giggle. 

"Earth to JJ. Anybody there?"

It's lighthearted, but his face is dangerously serious when he turns to look at you. 

"I liked you first, you know." 

The words hang in the air, thick and heavy as they register in your hazy mind. 

"No, I don't know. What the hell are you talking about?" 

You're genuinely confused at the random confession. You'd be lying if you said you don't find JJ attractive, but you never thought he'd see you in that light. He lets out an exasperated huff as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. 

"I liked you before John B. That's why we made up the whole 'no pogue on pogue macking' rule. We found out we both wanted you, so instead of fighting, we made a truce and promised not to pursue it. I kept my word, he didn't."

He takes another hit of the joint and blows it toward the night sky, a thick white cloud dissipating in front of his face. He doesn't seem to realize the gravity of what he just said, but you feel like you're suffocating. 

JJ liked you so much that they made up a rule?

"JJ.."

Your voice is soft as you reach out to grab his hand and his eyes dart down to where your flesh touches his. 

"It's fine, Bambi. You didn't know, it's in the past now."

Your heart clenches at the nickname only he's allowed to use, and suddenly you feel tears sting your eyes. He's called you that since you were kids, your habit of falling and bumping into things earning you the fitting moniker. 

"Is it?" You whisper, and you notice his breath catch. 

That's all the answer you need and without thinking, you lean forward. He stares at you with wide eyes but doesn't pull back. 

The moment your lips touch you realize how stupid you've been. Things were great with John B, you have chemistry and history, but it never felt like this. Electricity crackles under your skin, every nerve feeling like a live wire threatening to electrocute you. 

He stiffens for a moment before succumbing to the sensation of your mouth massaging his. He's dreamed about this since seventh grade, and you're so much sweeter than he ever could have imagined.

The kiss deepens and you moan quietly as the taste of mint, beer, and weed mingles on your tastebuds.

He pulls away to breathe and you chase his lips, desperate to feel them again. Kissing him is like you were brought to life, suddenly aware of how dull the world has been all these years. 

You didn't know what you had been missing, and now that you do, you're not sure you can make peace with not having it. 

Your eyes slowly flutter open to find JJ already staring at you, and your fingers brush against the soft pink skin as if to make sure it's still there. His eyes are filled with love and lust, pupils blown, and you know he felt it too. 

It's late, most likely early morning by now, and the rest of the group went to bed hours ago. You look around to make sure no one is watching, the only illumination coming from the moon and white Christmas lights strung around the wood railing. 

As soon as you know you won't be caught, you lunge forward and JJ instantly wraps his arms around your waist. You can feel his muscles bulge as he maneuvers himself on top of you, his lips ravishing yours like a man starved. 

Your movements are rushed and hasty, the idea of being seen looming over the two of you like a dark cloud. You lean your head back as his mouth moves down to your neck, the feeling nothing short of euphoric. 

His lips are so soft, a stark contrast to the rough calloused texture of his hands as they roam under your shirt. He moves quickly, pulling down your bikini top and brushing his thumbs over your perked nipples. 

Time seems to move at warp speed and in slow motion simultaneously as he unbuttons your shorts; your own hands moving down to his swim trunks. You can feel he's hard already, and he lets out a low groan when your slender fingers wrap around his thick cock. 

Even without seeing him, you can tell he's bigger than John B.

The denim stings your freshly shaved legs as he drags them down the tan skin, a deep moan reverberating in his throat as he takes in the sight of your half-naked body below him. He stops abruptly and you look at him, concern written on your features. 

"I don't have a condom."

You bite back a smartass remark about JJ Maybank not keeping a rubber in his pocket and settle instead for nipping at his Adam's apple. 

"I'm on birth control."

He seems to like your response as he drops his head into the crook of your neck and rubs his tip through your folds to spread the wetness. Under different circumstances, you'd beg to taste him. But now is not the time, and you're certain you'll get the chance later. 

He looks to you for confirmation, and you give it with a short nod. 

You hiss as he pushes in an inch, the burning sensation as he stretches your heat taking you by surprise. You'd never had this problem with John B. 

"I know, sweet girl. You can take it, I promise. I'll go slow." 

He's speaking through clenched teeth and you know he's exercising a painful amount of restraint. He pulls back and pushes in a little more, repeating the movement a few times as you adjust to his size. 

You gasp loudly at the feeling of being full, your eyes rolling back as he hits a spot you didn't know you had. 

"Almost, baby. You're doing so good."

Your eyes snap open and peer into his, a look of sheer bewilderment on your face. 

"That's not all of it?"

You don't think about the absurdity of the question until a playful smirk breaks out on JJ's face and your head rolls back in embarrassment. 

With one more short thrust, you feel his hips meet yours and breathe a sigh of relief.

He stays still for a moment, waiting for your cue, which you give him in the form of lifting your hips. 

He starts at a slow pace, testing the waters, and your mouth drops open. You briefly feel guilt over the fact you never let John B hit it raw, despite his incessant begging, but the thought is quickly erased. 

You can feel every single inch of JJ, and your mind goes completely blank. He takes this as a good sign and speeds up a bit. His arm wraps around your hips, angling you up, and you let out a sharp whine at the new feeling. 

He's pounding into you relentlessly now, each sharp thrust slamming his pelvis against your clit, and loud mewls rip from your throat each time he makes contact. You feel his hand cover your mouth to quiet you, but it doesn't do much to stifle the sheer volume of you screaming his name. 

"As much as I love hearing those pretty sounds, and my name rolling off your tongue, you need to be quiet before you wake John B up. Can you do that for me, Bambi?"

His voice is strained, and the thought that you're the cause has delicious white hot heat bubbling in your abdomen. You nod against his palm and he resumes his brutal fucking. 

It's not long before you feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap, and JJ knows you're close by the way your legs tremble and your chest arches into his. 

The hand that was over your mouth drops down to where the two of you meet, and he rubs fast circles on your clit. You try desperately to silence yourself, your teeth drawing blood from your bottom lip as you clamp down. 

JJ stops and removes his hand just long enough to push your shirt up so it's in your mouth before resuming his assault. 

"Come on, Y/N. Let me feel you squeeze my cock. I'm dying to know what that pretty face looks like when you come."

The sound of him growling your name pushes you over the edge and your body convulses as pleasure you've never experienced before rips through your body. Every muscle seems to contract as your vision goes white and your fingers and toes tingle from the intensity of it all. 

JJ fucks you through it, your own release triggering his as your pussy squeezes him with a vice-like grip he knows he'll feel for weeks. He paints your walls with a loud grunt, his face contorted beautifully from the force of his orgasm. 

It takes you longer than usual to come down, your lingering high amplifying even the slightest sensation. You slowly feel your breathing calm down, and peel your eyes open to find a spent JJ staring down at you in wonder. 

"There she is. You did so well, take some deep breaths for me okay? I don't need you hyperventilating and passing out on me." 

You smile tiredly at the comedic relief, your body going completely limp as you regain feeling. You lay there and consider just sleeping outside as JJ pulls out carefully and starts cleaning you up. 

"Do you usually do that?" 

Your eyebrows furrow as you will your limbs to work. 

"Do what?" 

There's a brief pause before he answers, and when he does your eyes snap open. 

"Squirt. Because it was the hottest thing I've ever seen and I kind of want to make you do it again."

Your body seems to kick into gear as you prop up on your elbows, and you stare at him in shock. 

"Uh no, not really. I didn't even know I could do that." 

You don't miss the victorious smile on his face, no doubt happy that he finally beat John B to something. You can't help but match his expression when his dimple pops out and he plops down next to you. 

Neither of you says anything as you bask in the afterglow but you know you're both thinking the same thing. There's no coming back from this. 

"Is it weird that it didn't feel weird?" You wonder quietly and his head flops to the side to observe your face.

"No, I don't think so. It kind of felt like something we should have been doing the whole time."

You breathe a sigh of relief and nod. 

"I'm glad you said that, because I'd be super fucking bummed if we never did that again."

His bubbly laugh fills your ears and you lace your fingers through his gently. Another silence falls, and you're just about to stand when JJ speaks again. 

"We can't tell John B, or anybody for that matter. Not for a while at least. We have to keep this on the down low."

There's a tinge of sadness in his voice and you nod solemnly. 

"I know." 

The next three months continue with you and JJ hooking up anytime you get the chance. It's not easy having to sneak around, especially when you're never alone. Making up excuses and cover stories is getting harder, and you know the group is getting suspicious. 

One night after you managed a quickie, JJ is sitting out by the fire with John B just chatting when everything comes to a screeching halt. 

"Why so glum?" JJ teases, and John B takes a long swig of his beer. 

He's been staring blankly at the flames for twenty minutes now, and the silence is starting to irritate JJ. 

"I'm still in love with her and I don't know how to stop."

John B's voice is barely audible, but JJ hears him crystal clear. In a matter of seconds, the guilt of his secret relationship with you crushes him and bile rises in his throat. 

It's not just hooking up anymore, the two of you have developed real feelings and made it exclusive. Meanwhile, as he's living in bliss, his best friend is still torn up about you. 

"I didn't realize it was that serious. I thought the breakup was mutual." 

JJ tries to best to conceal his rapid breathing as he chokes on air, and it seems to work as John B releases a bitter laugh.

"I didn't want her to feel bad. What was I supposed to do when she said she wanted to end it? Confess my undying love and guilt her into staying?" 

JJ doesn't have a response to that as his mind is sent reeling. Two best friends, both in love with their other best friend. How the fuck does he always get himself into these impossible situations?

He tries not to think about the fact your cum is dried on his boxers or that there's still an imprint from your lipstick smeared on his cock. He feels like John B can sense the pictures of him fucking you on his phone, and gets the urge to chuck it in the ocean.

"You just need to get laid, bro. She'll be off your mind in no time." 

It's all he can muster before standing and basically sprinting into the chateau. He feels bad leaving his friend in a time of need, but he was choking like a fish out of water.

He knows it's bullshit. He's absolutely certain that after having you, he would never be able to move on. Not fully. 

How could he when he's felt your loving touch and let you into the deepest corners of his heart? It's even worse to know that John B is in love with you when your heart is reserved solely for him now.

His feet carry him to you instantly, and the look on his face has you following him into the guest room without question. That seems to be a new ability he's gained since dating you. He always knows where you are, like his heart and body can sense you before his mind does. 

"What going on?" 

You cup his cheek the way you always do, and he leans into your touch. Normally it would bring him comfort, but hurt shoots through your chest when he seems to realize what he's doing and recoils. 

"Did you know he's in love with you?" 

The question takes you by surprise, and you try to get caught up to speed. 

"Who? What are you talking about?"

His hand runs through his hair as he turns around, and he just as quickly whips back to face you. 

"John B!" His voice is just below yelling and he lowers to a harsh whisper when he realizes. 

"JB just told me he's still in love with you, Y/N."

You shake your head in disbelief and pace back and forth a few times before stopping. 

"JJ, we never even said I love you. It's been months, why would he still have feelings for me?" 

Despite dating for a year, you could never bring yourself to say the words. You do love John B, but you could never figure out why you weren't in love with him. It didn't make sense, not until you fell for JJ.

You're nearing panic as you resume pacing and JJ throws his hands up. 

"Y/N, have you seen yourself? Who wouldn't be in love with you?" 

You stop all of a sudden and turn slowly to look at your boyfriend. 

"What?"

His brain seems to lag for a moment and you catch the exact millisecond he realizes what he said. 

"No, I- I didn't me-" 

You cut him off with two strides forward and he shrinks under your intense gaze. 

"No, you asked who wouldn't be in love with me. Are you in love with me?" 

He lets out a frustrated groan and rubs his hand down his tired face. 

"Don't change the subject." 

You scoff and quirk an eyebrow, suddenly much more interested in the man standing a mere six inches away from you. 

"I'm not. You're the one who said it. So what's the answer? I'm not letting it go.

He ponders his options for a second before relenting. He knows you, and he knows that you will get an answer come hell or high water. 

"Yes, okay? But now is not the time, so can we please put a pin in it?"

You smile brightly and kiss his cheek before standing flat on your feet again. 

"Fine. For the record, I'm in love with you too. So what are we going to do?"

You can't help but think how cute he looks as the wheels turn in his head, and he gives a playful glare as you stare at him with heart eyes. 

"Don't look at me like that, baby. We can't tell him, not now." 

Your shoulders drop as you deflate. You know he's right, but it still sucks. 

"I'm tired of hiding us." You murmur and JJ's features soften as he pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Me too, but we have to be careful about this. Just a little bit longer, okay?"

He kisses the top of your head as you nod against his shoulder and pull back. The two of you compose yourselves, hiding any sign of affection, before trekking back out to the rest of the group. 

A month later, you're all sitting around the bonfire after a kegger; a little too much alcohol coursing through your systems. You've settled into a game of truth or dare, loud laughs being shared as you all do ridiculous tasks and share secrets. 

You're sitting across from JJ and he shoots you a wink when it's your turn. 

"Okay Y/N, truth or dare?" Sarah asks and you press your finger to your chin pretending to think for a second before answering.

"Truth."

You instantly regret it as she gets a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Her and John B have gotten cozier since his confession last month and you're glad he's finally moving on. The problem is since you've both experienced a relationship with him, it opens you up to a whole new level of personal questions. 

"Where's the craziest place you've had sex?"

You don't catch the smirk on John B's face as he takes a sip from his cup, thinking about the time you fucked on the open beach. He's sure that's your answer, and he almost chokes when you respond with something different. 

"Either on the hood of a police car or on a motorcycle." 

Your answer is immediate and you don't give it a second thought before spitting it out. It doesn't occur to you that your ex is sitting five feet away and that it most definitely wasn't with him; or that he knows you only had sex one other time before him in the bathroom at a party. 

You don't realize that you just told him you've hooked up with someone since the breakup, and you don't see the way JJ tenses as your words linger in the air.

Sarah barks out a surprised laugh while raising her cup to cheers you. 

"Who knew you were such a daredevil."

John B certainly didn't. You're about to move on when Kie interjects. 

"Wait,"

JJs eyes squeeze shut when he realizes what's coming. This is terrible timing and the second worst way for the secret to be revealed. The only thing that could top this is being caught red-handed. 

"JJ, didn't you tell me you hooked up with a girl on top of a cop car like three months ago?" 

His mouth opens and shuts a few times as he fumbles for words while Pope adds fuel to the already scorching fire.

"Hold up, you told me you fucked a girl on your dirt bike two weeks ago." 

As soon as he says it, JJ wishes the ground would swallow him whole. He could have passed one off as a coincidence, but both? It's not exactly common to hook up in those locations, and he knows you're caught. 

His silence and your beet red face only confirm the suspicions, as realization dawns on everybody at the same time. 

"Holy shit." Kie mutters and you don't dare look at John B as his eyes bore into the side of your face. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" His voice is laced with venom and you wince, instantly kicking yourself for your lapse in judgment. 

Everybody jumps to their feet and your head spins as chaos breaks out. You're decidedly too drunk and not drunk enough for this and evaporating into thin air seems like a good idea right about now. 

"He's my best fucking friend! You left me so you could fuck him? Since when are you a homie hopping whore?" 

He's screaming now as Pope and Kie hold him back, and you look like a deer caught in headlights as tears pour down your cheeks. To her credit, Sarah is comforting you despite the conflict of interest and you're eternally grateful. 

You drop your cup and gasp as JJ lunges forward, slamming into John B and tackling him to the ground. 

"Don't fucking speak to her like that!" 

His voice is hoarse as it booms from his throat and John B just laughs. 

"What are you gonna do? Hit me? She's gonna get tired of you too, man. Before you know she's played you, she'll be on her knees for Pope." 

JJ's fist collides against his nose with a sickening crack and you barely register your own voice as you scream for him to stop. 

Much to your surprise, the blonde listens and is standing in front of you in an instant. Johns B's blood is on his knuckles and he cups your face tenderly as your friends tend to your wounded ex. 

"How long?" John B coughs, and your eyes meet his over JJ's shoulder. 

You can see the sheer hurt and betrayal and your stomach lurches. You never meant for any of this to happen. 

"Four months." 

Your answer is simple, yet John B looks like he's been shot. 

"Un-fucking-believable. How could you do this?" 

Your heart breaks as his voice cracks and JJ hates the anguish in your usually bright eyes. 

"Hey, we don't have to do this right now." 

You shake your head and step around him, coming face to face with your lifelong best friend. 

"I didn't mean for this to happen, or for you to find out like this. Please, John B. I love him." 

He physically recoils as the words ring out, and your knees wobble as they threaten to give out. 

"I can't do this. You can't have us both." 

He knows it isn't fair, but despite his growing feelings for Sarah, the idea of watching you be happy with a man thats like his brother makes him nauseous.

"Don't make me choose, John B." 

You feel JJ's hand rest on the curve of your lower spine and subconsciously lean into him. 

"Why? Because you'll choose him?"

He looks ill as he speaks and you slowly nod your head. 

"Yeah. I choose him." 

You mean it with all your heart, yet the words still taste like acid as they leave your tongue. This is exactly what you didn't want. 

John B stays glued in place, his eyes raking over your face searching for any sign of doubt or deceit. When he finds none, his heart shatters all over again. 

He knows he should leave, that he should stand his ground and never look back. But this isn't just anybody. This is two of his best friends in the entire world, and he doesn't have to ask JJ to know he'd choose you too. 

He can't bring himself to walk away, and his eyes squeeze shut as reality sets in. 

"I'll get over it." 

He doesn't entirely believe himself as his voice shakes, but he's going to try. He's got a good thing with Sarah, and if you can be happy for him then he should try to be happy for you. If he loves you, he'll let you go. 

You swallow thickly as you take a hesitant step forward and JJ resists the urge to pull you back. 

"Pogues for life?" You ask quietly and he nods. 

"Pogues for life." 

Sarah and Kie take this as their chance and pull you inside, leaving the three men outside alone. JJ shifts his weight, hands wringing nervously as he anticipates John Bs next move.

"Hurt her and I kill you." 

JJ gives a mock salute and watches as John B turns hastily to walk to the end of the pier. Pope looks at him with raised eyebrows and JJ gives him a pointed glare. 

"Don't."

Pope raises his hands in surrender with a smug smile. 

"Wasnt gonna. We all kind of knew besides John B anyway." He admits and JJ tosses his cup at him. 

"Asshole."

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Sweet Dreams

masterlist ! pairing: John B x reader

Summary : John B wakes up next to the love of his life.

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John B yawned, rubbing his eyes as he crawled into bed beside Y/n, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of her peaceful face. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on her features. He couldn't help but smile as he reached out to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

Y/n stirred slightly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she snuggled closer to him. "Hey," she murmured sleepily, her voice thick with drowsiness.

"Hey," John B whispered back, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

Y/n blinked sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "It's okay," she said with a small smile. "I'm glad you're here."

John B's heart swelled with warmth at her words. "Me too," he admitted, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Y/n."

Y/n's smile widened, her eyes shining with affection. "I love you too, John B," she replied softly, her hand finding his beneath the blankets.

They lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, simply reveling in each other's presence. The stresses of the day melted away as they basked in the warmth of their love.

"You know," Y/n said suddenly, breaking the quiet, "I've been thinking."

John B raised an eyebrow, curious. "About what?"

Y/n hesitated for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. "About us," she confessed. "About our future."

John B's heart skipped a beat at her words, a rush of excitement flooding through him. "What about our future?" he asked eagerly.

Y/n shifted to face him, her eyes meeting his with determination. "I want us to be together forever, John B," she said earnestly. "I want to wake up next to you every morning, and fall asleep in your arms every night."

John B felt a lump form in his throat at her heartfelt words. He reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing across her skin tenderly. "I want that too, Y/n," he said softly. "More than anything."

Y/n smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that no matter what happens, we'll always find our way back to each other."

John B's heart swelled with emotion as he gazed into her eyes, seeing all the love and trust reflected back at him. "I promise," he vowed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I'll always find my way back to you, Y/n. Always."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes as she threw her arms around him, holding him close as if she never wanted to let him go. "I love you so much, John B," she breathed, her voice choked with emotion.

"I love you too, Y/n," John B murmured, his own voice thick with tears. He held her tightly, savoring the feeling of her in his arms, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could weather any storm.

And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, they knew that no matter what the future held, as long as they were together, they could conquer anything that came their way. For they were not just two souls entwined, but two hearts beating as one, united in a love that was destined to last a lifetime.

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one thing ab older stepbro!john b: he can fuck...

you’d never assume so bcuz he’s always so domestic with his touch, even the callouses of his fingertips seemed to soften and mould to the shape of your skin.

when you finally find yourself splayed out in front of him though, you can’t help but feel tears intrude on your waterline from the intensity, overwhelmed by how completely and totally unprepared you are.

john b’s big, heavy, he’s a bulky guy and coincidentally he seems to love fucking you from behind more than anything. the sound of the thrusts alone are overstimulating, the slapping of damp skin-on-skin eliciting little whimpers from you due to the reverberation that echoes around the room. john b’s big thighs and his even bigger cock bullying into you from behind, thrusting into your ass at a pace that painted back of your thighs red— skin hot and prickly with warm sweat and sticky cum.

his balls slap against your clit with every thrust — heavy and weighed down from the sheer size of them — the skin getting increasingly sticky with the arousal leaking out of you and causing tendrils of slick to squelch between both your damp bodies.

his stomach beats down hard against your lower back, skin almost feverish while he reaches under you to finger at your clit, praising you for being such a “good girl” for her “big bro”. taking your stepbrother’s cock like you were made for it, fucking yourself back on his dick when his hips stutter and his rhythm falters bc your cunt is just so tight — probably the youngest one he’s ever had.

[cantstoptheimagines]

And They Were Roommates (JJ Maybank, John B Routledge | Outer Banks)

Summary — You’ve been hooking up with both JJ and John B for a few months, unaware of how close they are.

Warnings and Other Tags ➳ Smut (threesome with a touch of jealousy; some degradation, but lots of praise; could be considered payback sex if you squint; oral (female receiving, male receiving); penetration (vaginal); spitroast; slight spit kink; spanking; creampies; mentions of birth control).

Notes ➳ Word Count is 2,726. ➳ Reader uses feminine pronouns (she/her).

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It felt like a scene from your worst nightmare.

You’d happily jumped into the front seat of John B’s van, expecting nothing more than a night of carefree fun at the beach. Completely unaware of what truly awaited behind those tinted windows.

Two pairs of eyes, one dark, the other light, dug into you. John B’s were unreadable and expressionless, giving you not a single emotion to go by. Meanwhile, JJ, who had wedged himself between the two seats to look at you, only offered a smirk as he lightly gripped the back of your neck.

“Quite the ambush, huh?” he chuckled at your embarrassed expression. “Did you really think you could fuck both of us without being found out? I mean, you’re not dating either of us, but still.”

You stuttered, “I—Well—I didn’t—”

“Pretty ballsy,” sighed John B, taking off his hat to run a hand through his curls. “Must be since you’re new, but I guess I was wrong for thinking everyone knew JJ and I are best friends.”

“Brothers, even,” said JJ. “And you know what brothers do when they both want something?”

You trembled, unable to answer with so much heat rising beneath your skin. You’d never felt so humiliated in your life. And all they could do was eye you like hunters on the cusp of sinking their teeth into an innocent bit of prey.

“What?” you asked, though you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer.

They both grinned, though John B seemed a little more shy. With a deep chuckle, JJ replied, “They share.”

Your eyes widened at the implication. Before you could think of a response, JJ’s grip on your neck tightened. He used your surprise to his advantage, dragging you into the back of the van with an excited gleam in his eyes.

John B quickly followed, admiring the new view of your plump ass. He licked his lips and shook his head before giving it a slap. He ignored your yelp of pain, simply groaning instead, “You’ve got the best ideas sometimes, J.”

“I know,” laughed JJ, a bulge visibly hardening in his cargo shorts.

You gasped as they worked together to maneuver you into the position they wanted. Your back was flush against JJ’s chest, his arms tight around your torso as he tweaked your nipples through the fabric of your dress. Happiness rose within his chest when he didn’t feel the coverage of a bra.

“Wanted to get fucked, didn’t you?” he grinned. “You never wear a bra under these cute little dresses whenever you’re in the mood.”

John B’s tall frame had just enough room to lie between your thighs, which he spread open to rest on his shoulders. He pushed up the bottom of your dress.

The dark, floral fabric bunched up over your stomach, revealing a pair of black underwear to both boys. John B rolled his eyes with a half-smile, “Definitely wanted to. Only wears this color when she’s expecting to get dicked down.”

“Really?” huffed JJ. “She always wears red for me. Got preferences for each of us, cupcake?”

“No,” you whimpered, squirming in their hold as warmth began pooling inside your stomach.

“No need to lie. We’re just teasing,” said John B. “Learn something new every day.”

You yelped when he suddenly snapped the hem of your underwear against your skin with a smile. He leaned closer, taking in the wet scent of your growing arousal. His nose pressed against your covered clit, running over it from side to side.

A moan escaped your lips, “John B!”

He licked a long stripe over the fabric before suckling at the hidden bundle of nerves between your legs. His teeth tugged at your underwear, now soaked in his spit, wanting nothing more than to strip it from your body so he could indulge himself on your slick.

“You always eat her out first?” asked JJ.

“Gets her nice and wet,” sighed John B, fingers finally dipping into the hem of your underwear.

JJ raised his eyebrows and then he leaned down to kiss your temple in apology when he twisted your nipples particularly hard, resulting in a high-pitched complaint, “I usually do that last.”

“Missing out. Her pussy’s good and fresh in the beginning. Unless you like the taste of your own cum as it drips out. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

With a grunt, John B lifted your hips to remove your underwear just enough for him to access your leaking entrance. It throbbed and quivered before his eyes as he spread your folds open with his fingers.

No time was wasted in devouring his new meal.

JJ laughed at the way your back arched when his friend’s tongue sunk deep into you. He decided to push down the top of your dress so he could feel your breasts properly, leaving the fabric to pile up around your waist. Kissing, biting, and running his tongue over your neck almost let him distract you from John B.

Your hands delved into the dark curls of the young man worshiping the space between your legs. Bruises already started to form beneath the fingertips that dug into the flesh of your thighs. Dull nails carved crescent indents into the supple skin.

Spit landed directly on your clit, only to be smeared and mixed with your slick moments later by John B’s nose. You whined and moaned from the attention as well as the sounds of wet licks and exaggerated slurps coming from below.

“Mmph!” came a muffled groan. “Pussy’s good. Fuck, yes, always tastes so good. Cum! Wanna clean you up with my tongue! Show JJ how you drench my face every time I eat you out!”

Others would have assumed you were perfect at following any of his filthy commands by the way your orgasm instantly coated his skin. It sprayed onto his awaiting tongue, allowing him to take it in like a favored drink.

He licked all over your drooling cunt with a cum-soaked smile, cleaning up every leftover drop of your tangy release he could find. With an amused chuckle, he moved to sit on his knees, tugged your underwear the rest of the way off your shaking legs, and then used the black fabric to wipe his mouth.

“Better than last time,” he sighed. Hooking your underwear onto one of your ankles as a joke, his eyebrows rose in a teasing manner, “You eat pineapple today?”

He and JJ laughed when surprised stutters fell from your lips, “John B—! What—? I don’t—!”

“No reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he continued, gently patting your thighs while wrapping them around his waist. “We’re all friends here. Right, JJ?”

“Exactly,” nodded JJ. He then leaned down to kiss the shell of your ear, quietly muttering, “And I think you should let John B empty his balls inside that sweet pussy. Ya know, as a friend.”

JJ tilted your lips to his before you could offer up a reply. John B seized the opportunity to pull out his long, aching cock. The tip ran over your folds, collecting just enough wetness to sink inside your clenching hole.

You moaned at the familiar feeling, lips parting from JJ’s involuntarily. He continued trailing kisses over your warm skin, occasionally taking the time to admire the way John B’s hips rolled to meet yours.

The sounds of slapping skin filled the van. John B dragged your hips back and forth on his swollen length, heavy balls repeatedly kissing your soaking pussy. He grunted and moaned at the unbearable feeling of your hole squeezing his tip each time it sank back into you to collide with your cervix.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “How are you so tight every time? Thought your pussy would’ve been stretched out by now, especially since you’ve been fucking both of us.”

“Don’t worry, B, she’ll be wrecked by the end of this,” chuckled JJ, reaching around your stomach to feel the bulge of his friend’s cock thrusting in and out of your entrance. “God, you’re big, man. Bet you’re rearranging her guts right now.”

“Good.”

John B grinned, eyes dropping to where his friend’s hand rose and fell with every deep thrust he made into your tight cunt. His teeth dug into his lip at the sight. He really was in your guts, wasn’t he?

The imagery of it all made his cock twitch. Leaning down to meet your gasping lips for a brief kiss, John B panted, “You still taking the pill? Or do I need to pull out? Huh?”

“You—! Agh! Oh!” you cried, barely even capable of keeping your eyes open anymore.

John B’s forehead met yours, “C’mon, baby, need to know if—! Ugh! If I can fill this pussy up!”

“Yes! Yes, you—! Ahhh! You can!” you gasped.

John B groaned when your arms suddenly wrapped around him, hands traveling underneath the hem of his shirt. Your nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving deep red lines as you scratched the muscled surface.

JJ let go of your torso, allowing John B to take you for himself. The blond watched his best friend rail you into absolute oblivion. John B shifted to sit on his knees again, though you were brought along as well this time, made to sit prettily on his lap.

Strong arms weaving around your body, John B bounced you on and off his thick length. His hips helped the process by thrusting his cock up into your quivering hole at the same time.

“Good job, baby!” panted John B. “Taking me so well! Pussy’s made for me, I swear! Shit! Gonna look perfect when I stuff you full!”

“John B! Please! Please!”

“Fucking loving it, isn’t she?” asked JJ, though he didn’t bother himself with expecting an answer from either of you. Instead, he pulled his own hard length out of his shorts and began stroking himself.

John B’s teeth sunk into your shoulder, finally sending you over the edge. Your pussy gushed around him uncontrollably in an instant.

Mouth open in a silent scream, you hid your face in the crevice of his neck as you came, holding onto him as tightly as you possibly could. He continued rocking and bouncing you on his throbbing length, getting closer and closer to his own climax.

You shook from overstimulation, tears welling up in your eyes. Your hands moved to subconsciously push against his shoulders. Anything to get away from the sudden sensitivity of your used pussy.

“Almost there, baby,” panted John B, doing his best to keep you from escaping his hold. “Promise I am. Just gotta keep going! Mmph!”

He slammed you down onto his cock one final time. His balls were squished between your pussy and his thighs as he held you flush against his lap. Cockhead twitching deep inside your entrance, his tip burst with white, creamy ropes of cum.

He refused to give you any space, wanting to be as close as possible, forcing your sweaty skin against his shirt, which made him wish he had removed it when he’d had the chance. He devoured the flesh of your neck with both teeth and tongue. Pants, curses, and loud moans filled the van as your body took in every stream of John B’s release.

“Shit,” he groaned, pulling another squeak out of you by slapping your ass. He squeezed the warm flesh with a grin, “Good girl.”

Pushing your hands into his dark curls, your lips had barely met his in a kiss before a new pair of hands pulled you away.

“My turn now,” said JJ, ignoring your whines as he put you in a new position. “Stop hogging her pussy already, B.”

John B rolled his eyes with a snort. He moved to spread his legs out in front of him, slowly stroking his swollen cock back to life with one hand while reclining back on the other.

Watching JJ maneuver you onto your hands and knees, he scoffed, “Whatever, man.”

The irritation in his friend’s voice had no effect. JJ focused solely on shoving his length into your far too sensitive entrance. He threw his head back upon feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy. His fingers dug into your hips, wasting no time in pulling you on and off his cock.

“So fucking good,” he gasped. “Whose dick do ya like better, sweetheart? Or do you need another round with John B to figure it out? Ugh, fuck! Look at him, already hard again. Want her to suck ya off, B?”

You weren’t sure if John B even answered. Within seconds he had shifted closer and, legs spread on either side of you, took his opportunity to push your mouth down into his cock.

Eyes wide and gags echoing from your throat, you tried to push against his thighs, only to feel his tip sink even deeper. JJ leaned over your back and used his hand to tightly grip the back of your neck. He held your mouth on John B’s cock, making you choke and swallow around his friend.

“What’s wrong, cupcake?” he laughed. “Too big for ya? C’mon, suck!”

“Give her to me,” demanded John B, already grasping your temples with his warm palms. “You just worry about her pussy since you wanted it so much.”

JJ huffed and muttered something about his friend ‘ruining the fun’, but obeyed anyway. He pounded into your aching hole from behind while John B pulled you off his length, only listening to your gasps for a few seconds before making you take him again.

“Could’ve had two cocks at once this entire time if you hadn’t been so secretive,” panted JJ. “Kinda turns me on to know you’ve been taking John B’s cum too. Oh! If I’m being honest.”

No matter how much he rambled, you were so dizzy from both of them that you couldn’t understand what he was saying. JJ’s balls slapped your sopping pussy with every thrust while John B moaned upon feeling his cock swell inside your mouth.

The latter practically humped your face, heavy balls smearing over your chin as he ignored your pathetic gags. Solely focused on his own pleasure this time, John B’s eyebrows furrowed and his mouth fell open as he came again.

He allowed some of his release to fill your mouth before suddenly pulling out. He aimed his thick cum at your exhausted face, covering you in white ropes of his essence without a care.

He cursed, “You look so pretty like that.”

“Ah!” you cried, throwing your hands back to wrap around JJ’s. He pulled sharply at your hair until your back met his clothed chest. “Ow! Wait!”

With one hand wrapped in your roots, the other forced your wrists together. JJ pinned them to your stomach with a deep chuckle.

Leaning closer, he used your hair to turn your head, exposing your cum-slathered cheek to him. His tongue glided over your skin to collect John B’s salty release. He roughly grabbed your jaw, tilted your head just enough for what he wanted to do, and then spit his friend’s cum into your mouth.

“Swallow,” he demanded, smiling when you did so. “You ready for it? Huh? Is this pussy ready for my cum? C’mon, sweetheart, you gotta answer.”

“Ahhh! Oh! Yes! Yes, please, I want it! Mmph—!”

He muffled your cries with a warm palm. Open-mouthed kisses littered your neck. Heavy pants filled the van until JJ sank deep into you with one final thrust.

As his release shot into your pussy, another orgasm overpowered your body as well. His hips rolled, flush against your ass, as you twitched pleasurably in his arms.

He pulled out with a satisfied sigh, helping you relax onto the floor of the van. Breathing heavily, you closed your eyes, ignoring the way JJ patted your ass with an arrogant smile.

A mixture of their cum spilled out of your clenching pussy. Both boys admired the sight, running their hands over your bare back in an attempt to sooth your exhaustion after tucking themselves back into their shorts.

“Might as well just stay there until we get to the Château,” chuckled John B.

“Yeah,” agreed JJ, “because neither of us are anywhere close to being done with you.”

[stvolanis]

AHHH! I literally love all your fics! You’re definitely one of my favorite writers for OBX! okay first thing! Can I please be on the tag list for obx fics and second! Could you maybe write some JJ or John B smut with them being total bottoms maybe with some f receiving oral and degration 🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 actual begging here (I love ur writing so much it’s actually amazing)

awh thank you so much!!! And ofc I’ll add you asap!! :D

Imo, John b would definitely be a switch! but just for you, this is more on the sub side ^^

sometimes after long, drug out, missions where they lost to kooks yet again—he needs a break. He needs to take his mind off of things, and what better way than to let you do all the thinking for him??

his favorite way to do that is by giving you other worldly head. And I mean face sitting, to the point where he thinks he’s taking his last breath between your thighs, but he honestly doesn’t even care. “Dirty whore, aren’t you, pretty boy? Just f’me, hm?” You’d coo at him, running your nails through his messy hair. He’d nod against your pussy, his own groans sending vibrations through your core.

His cock sat against his stomach, throbbing painfully and hard. His tip was an angry color, begging for your attention as your hand reached around to wrap around it. His hips bucked into your hand, and you clicked your tongue. “Don’t be greedy, slut.” You hissed out. He whimpered, digging his tongue into your cunt in hopes of pleasing you enough to make you jerk him off.

and god, when you finally do, he’s such a cute mess! His babbles and whines muffled by your cunt, and you could see your slick on his nose from riding his face. His pupils were blown out, and when you tried to lift off of his face, he pulled you right back down. You were sure his jaw was sore, and it was, but that didn’t stop him from making you squirt for a third time all over him! he loves your pussy so much :)

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hey so i was wondering if you could do like an angsty fic about john bs sister aka the reader dsting rafe, and then one day she gets into a fight with rafe and he won’t let her leave his house, like keeps her in his room or something. and john b finds out and him and jj help get her out and rafe finds out and is pissed sorry if this is a lot!

pairing. platonic!jj maybank, platonic!brother!john b routledge x fem!reader x rafe cameron requested? yes no

warnings. mentions of getting high/drink, an arugement, description of a fight but pretty much angst to fluff!

summary. when rafe gets high, he gets paranoid about y/n's friendship with barry's friend and traps you in his room. john b and jj come to the rescue.

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You had no idea how you ended up in this mess with Rafe. It started off with a smoke with his friends at the beach and now, it's escalated to Rafe and you arguing in his room.

You were usually the responsible one, always making sure everything is in order and everyone's fine, so how did you end up in this mess? John B was going to kill you when he finds out.

"Rafe, it was nothing, seriously!" You were angry at that point, the entire drive to his house had been him just screaming at you incoherently about cheating?

Rafe was shaking at that point, his eyes were red and you could tell he wasn't sober. That's something you will never learn to love about Rafe; his awful addiction to anything and everything unhealthy.

"I-I saw you Y/N!" He trembled angrily as he pointed an accusatory finger in your face. "With Barry's tall friend, I saw you! You and him obviously knew each oth-"

"From Chemistry, Rafe! We had Honors Chemistry sophomore year, I told you!" You explained but Rafe was just shaking his head.

"I thought you loved me."

You shook your head as you walked towards him, tears brimming in your eyes. "I do."

"Then why did you cheat?" His voice broke. That's when you realized that Rafe wasn't acting; he truly felt like you had cheated.

"I didn't Rafe, you did too many lines and now you're acting all crazy." You tried to explain and Rafe had turned almost immediately when he heard you say the word "crazy."

"Oh, I'm crazy?! Really?" He screamed. You jumped at the sudden yelling and you sat back in the chair as tears started falling from your eyes. He walked away towards the door.

"I'm not letting you out until you apologize." He walked out and closed the door, locking it. You thought he was joking until you had gotten up and tried to open the door.

"Rafe!" You screamed. "Let me out, Rafe! Seriously, this isn't funny! Come on, Rafe!"

After about 10 minutes of being in that room, you were tired. You didn't know how this would end. No one was home; not even Wheezie, she was at a sleepover so you were stuck until Rafe's manic had calmed down. You wanted to call someone but you left your purse in Rafe's car.

You thought you were done for until you heard a van pull up. You looked outside to see the Twinkie and you let out a breath of relief - John B was going to help you get out. Until you realized that Rafe was still home and John B was most likely very angry.

"Shit," you mumbled to yourself.

You saw JJ and John B exit the car and you didn't know how to prevent all of them from getting hurt; you would usually just make sure that all of them weren't near each other or draw the other one away, but how could you do that if you were locked in a room.

You then heard some banging at the door. You prayed to every higher power you knew to make sure all three of them don't get too seriously hurt. You didn't want to spend the rest of this godforsaken night in the ER.

You couldn't really make out anything they were saying downstairs but they were shouting. Then you heard one loud crash and some running upstairs.

You heard the door unlock and your heart jumped. The door revealed JJ and a very angry John B.

"What the hell, Y/N!" John B shouted as he sighed disappointedly. "Stay away from Rafe, I said. He's crazy, I said. He's an actual psychopath who will hurt you, I said. And what did you do-"

Before he could continue, you went up to John B and embraced him tightly. You were crying into his shirt; the fact that you weren't completely sober didn't help either. John B was shocked. He'd never seen you cry so hard in your life. You were usually the one to be the rock.

He held you tightly, putting his head on top of yours as JJ watched sympathetically.

"I love him, John B." You managed to choke out. "I swear, it's just when he's high."

JJ shook his head. "Y/N, he's just not a good guy."

You pulled away from John B, wiping your tears. "What'd you guys do?"

"Just gave him a good punch. He's passed out." JJ responded as Joh B nodded. "Let's get out of here before the beast awakens."

John B hit his arm as warning before getting a small, "Too soon, sorry."

John B put his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as you guys walked to the Twinkie. The drive home was pretty quiet but you got some answers.

John B was calling you and you hadn't answered but that wasn't like you at all and he knew something was wrong. He called it 'brother intuition.'

You didn't care what it was, you were just grateful they came and helped you. You were grateful to have such good friends.

[miguelschamp]

the exit

pairing: john b routledge x fem!reader

summary: john b promised you two find each other again. so why was he with sarah cameron ?

warnings: angst

after big john had disappeared, john b changed. and rightfully so. he didn’t know where his father was or if he was okay. he had a lot to deal with.

you guys had been dating for a year prior to that and while you loved him, you knew everything was taking a toll on him. he expressed to you how he felt he wasn’t giving you enough in the relationship and wanted to take a break.

you agreed. although it broke your heart, if it made things a little easier for him, you would deal with it. you guys remained friends and you always looked out for him.

bringing him food, making sure his house was clean, making sure he took care of himself. it was almost like you two were still dating. which over the months was brought up a lot. finally being together again and being happy.

when john b came to you about finding gold, you thought he was insane.

but he believe it existed, so like always you helped him. so far, it seemed like the gold actually existed. you guys were planning to go down and get it eventually, but as john b called everyone over to meet at the château, you were a little nervous.

not knowing exactly what to expect. but you definitely didn’t expect him to bring sarah cameron along.

kie was pacing as john b sat on the other side of the couch. pope sat on a stool by jj. jj sat in a chair and you stood beside kie.

"no effing way ! you brought her here ? so what ? she’s in on this now ?" kie yells. john b looks around for some kind of support from the others.

"i dunno." pope shrugs

"look, all i care about is her cut comes out of your share." jj says

"you know, i don't remember taking a vote. this is our thing. a pogue thing." kie says

"i gotta say, i’m just a tad uncomfortable with all of this." pope says

"thank you !"

"when are you not uncomfortable ?" john b snaps

"i dunno. i rode here on the back of jj’s bike pretty comfortably."

"it’s true. most relaxed i’ve ever seen him." jj says

"that’s cute, guys." john b says looking ahead

"you know we were all extremely comfortable until you brought her." kie says

"stop talking about me like i’m not here !" sarah says

"then leave."

sarah scoffs, "i told you."

"told him what, exactly ? that you're a liar ?"

"no, that you're a shit-talking bitch."

"oh, shit." pope says as the girls keep arguing.

"my money's on kie." jj whispers as they both pull out money.

you didn’t know what to think. you couldn’t figure out why sarah cameron of all people was here. no one had ever brought her up as a potential friend. only kie when she brought up how much she hated the girl.

you didn’t go to midsummers, so you obviously didn’t know about the conversation the others had the night prior when sarah showed up to give him the map.

all you knew was that john b got hurt and that was enough for you to be worried about him. nothing else mattered. now you wished someone would’ve told you.

"everybody shut up !" John B yells, "kie, you are my best friend, right ?" kie nods with a shrug. "and sarah, you're..." he chuckles, "you're my..."

"say it." she nods

"you’re my girlfriend."

your heart dropped.

"ohh... that's new." pope says

"she’s your girlfriend now ?" kie scoffs, "what was all that talk about you were just using her for information ? get a map, cut her loose."

"you said you were using me ?" sarah says

"no."

"yeah, you did." jj says

"you said those things." pope finishes

“and what about y/n/n ?” kie snaps. upon mentioning you, jj and pope turn to you.

"look, love just walked in, okay ?" john b says

"oh, vomit." kie says

"i didn't expect it. it just... it kind of happened. and i’m not gonna deny it. right ?"

"oh. that’s corny." pope whispers

"look, cut the bullshit, john b." kie says, "if she's in, i’m out."

"i’m not doing this."

"you are gonna decide."

"i can't !"

"i’m very interested, actually. me or her ?"

"both." he shrugs

“ooh.” pope whispers

jj whistles, "went for the hail mary."

kie storms off slamming the screen door behind her.

"it’ll be cool, right ?" sarah says, "i’m gonna leave."

"sarah, don't."

"gonna let y'all chat. let me know." she says before she storms off the other way. john b’s head falls back against the wall.

"i’d just like to say, you handled that beautifully." jj says. pope looks up toward you. you were dead silent and had tears brimming your eyes.

“y/n/n ?” he says softly. john b’s head snaps up. oh shit.

“i’m gonna go. i’ll text you guys later.” you say as your voice cracks. pope’s eyes following you as you walk off the porch.

“y/n.” john b calls out before following you.

your hands wipe at your eyes as tears finally escape. your steps quickening as you hear footsteps behind you.

“y/n.” john b says reaching out to you. you snatch your arm away as you turn to him.

“let go of me.” you snap

“can we please talk ?”

“there’s nothing to talk about.” you shrug, “you have a girlfriend now. you should go comfort her, you know ? or maybe your best friend ?”

“y/n, i didn’t mean for it to just come out like that, okay ? it really did just happen.”

“so then what were all those talks we had about finally being together ?” you say looking up at him, “you were saying how you finally felt like you were becoming your old self and you couldn’t wait for us to be together again. what was that ?”

john b’s mouth opens and closes as he stands there. “what was it, john b ?”

“i don’t know. i don’t know.” he says, “i did mean it. i did. everything i told you i meant.”

“so then why are you with sarah cameron ?” you cry. john b’s heart breaks at your tear stained cheeks, “if you meant that, you would be with me.”

“i’m sorry.” he replies weakly

“yeah, you’re sorry.” you chuckle, “you know what ? just count me out of this whole treasure thing. i don’t want anything to do with you.”

“y/n.”

“no.” you snap before walking off. john b’s hand falling by his side as he watches you.

[mayfieldss]

Dating John B Routledge would include;

He calls you sweetheart.

It would start as a joke, but somehow it would stick until the nickname is just a natural part of your conversations.

In a way it showed how much he cared.

Of course, he uses generic relationship nicknames as well.

"Babe" and "Baby"

He loves having his arms around you and he almost always does.

His arms, if they are free of holding other things are always holding you.

It's crazy how he just appears, hugging you from behind when you least expect it, or slinging an arm over your shoulder, and hugging you to his side.

John B is a forehead kiss kind of guy.

Your forehead is within reach? He presses a kiss to it instantly.

He's the type of guy to trace little shapes and patterns on your bare skin with his fingers.

He'll do it absentmindedly all the time.

"You okay?"

John B can spot when you're feeling down from a mile away for sure.

It's like his superpower, and sometimes he knows even before you do.

he's already ready with a hug when that happens.

He can be persistent, especially when you won't tell him what's wrong.

And it can get annoying, but you know he does it just because he cares.

He's patient with you too.

You don't want to do something right now? that's okay, he'll wait till you're ready.

He's also patient when teaching you things.

Imagine John B trying to teach you to drive, but you keep stalling the twinkie.

"It's okay, just give it another go. You got this."

You would get to wear his sweatshirts whenever it's cold.

You don't even have to steal them, John B just hands them over to you like they were yours in the first place.

If John B doesn't have a sweatshirt on him that he can give you when he knows you're cold, you best believe his getting up and walking into the chateau. He brings one out for you without you even having to ask or suggest it.

You'd get to wear his shirts a lot too.

If John B's going for a swim, or he's gonna jump off the boat and do some stupid shit, he's turning to you as he removes his shirt.

"Can you hold this for me, baby?" and then he's putting the shirt on you like you're a human clothing rack when you say yes.

He's definitely the one that taught you how to drive a boat.

If you're not staying at the chateau when John B is struggling to sleep, he no doubt comes to your house and taps your window until you let him into your room.

John B is a 'hold your hand over the center console while he drives' boyfriend.

He has high jealousy for sure.

Some guy is talking to you that he doesn't trust? He's glaring daggers at that dude in seconds.

John B is the type of guy to forget date night.

But he hates it when you're mad at him and he always makes up for it the next day with cuddles and kisses and apologies even if it takes a while for him to be forgiven.

"I'm going to the store, you want anything?"

John B is most definitely the type of guy to go and get you tampons and pads if you need them.

He's not embarrassed by it either, but he has to call you when he gets to the aisle, so he knows which ones to get because there are a lot.

Grocery shopping with John B would be chaos.

He's like a child, putting everything he likes into the cart without thinking.

"We can't afford that John B."

"But it looks delicious."

"But we can't afford it."

"If we put back the toilet paper we can."

He's also always going to try to make you laugh when you're down.

If you're crying, he's definitely the 'puts both hands on your face and kisses you all over' type of boyfriend.

"Come on, where's that smile I love?"

Fights with John B are dramatic.

You can never be sure who will apologize first, but the silent treatment always works on John B.

If you're not talking to him, he's giving in and saying sorry within the hour.

Late-night talks while in bed or sharing one of the hammocks are always a thing.

"You know I love you right?"

He tries to cook for you, but John B has a habit of burning food.

He practices though and gets good enough at it that one date night, he actually makes you a home-cooked meal.

John B loves telling you stories.

He loves to tell you stories about things he and his dad did as a kid late at night when you're about to fall asleep.

He's the big spoon, and he'll be whispering the story in your ear as you drift off for sure.

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AN: Please let me know if you want me to expand on any of these!! I will do it happily <3

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[xtom-darling-x17]

Milky

Summary - John B wakes up needing you..

Warnings - Smut, Mommy kink, lactation kink..

A/N - Had this in my drafts..

John B stirs in his sleep as he turns around, attaching himself to your side. You feel a hand making grabby hands to your boob.

“Mommy,” John B whispers, sleepy with his eyes fluttering open ever so slightly, “Mommy,”

“Yh, what’s wrong? Baby,” You rub his hand that covered your boob, “milky,” John B plumping his lips into an adorable, soft pout.

“Can’t you sleep, baby?” You questioned leaning up more against his bed, him shuffling to lay on your chest not even letting go of your breast.

“No,” John B frowns, “hungry,” he mumbles as his tummy growls.

“Awe, is your cute little tummy needing mommy’s milky?” You place a hand over his tummy, playfully squishing it, “Yh, mommy!” He giggles, squirming at your loving touch.

You unbutton your.. well his shirt taking out your boob for him to nurse.

“Latch on, sweet boy,” You guide his head onto your boob, hearing and feeling him moan as he suckles softly for the warm, sweet milk to trickle down his throat into his tummy.

You ruffle your fingers through his soft, wavy, brown locks to comfort him, “Such a good boy for mommy,” you kiss his forehead, his other hand holding onto your other boob as he hums agreeing.

John B shifts, his pants creating a bulge as he lactates from you. “Baby, is your cock hard?” You question because you felt him whimper into your nipple as he shifts around.

“Yes,” John B takes his mouth off of your nipple, pouting again.

God, that cute face could make you do anything!

“It’s ok, mommy is going to take good care of you!” You shushed him, before giving him kisses on those full, plumped lips.

You rub down John B’s tummy, trailing your hands down his thighs before you caress his growing, bulge in his boxers.

“Mommy,” John B whimpers, “Sh, Sh,” kissing his forehead and playing with his hair, you stop to pull down his clothing.

“Good boy,” You squeeze him lightly, stroking his large cock into your hands, John B sighs in relief.

John B takes your boob into his grabby hands and starts to suckle with his mouth again. You hold his head with one hand as he drinks your milk, slipping your fingers through his soft, locks.

You rub his cock a little faster with your other hand, making that friction more intense, “Mommy,” John B moans, your hot milk squirting into his greedy, little mouth as you caress him.

“Such a good boy, for mommy! Aren’t you, baby boy?” You nipple his ear, making him lean onto your chest. He finds interest into your other boob again, squishing it as you nourish him.

“Mm, Yes! Mommy, your good, baby boy,” John B whimpers, feeling his cock being pleasured like it should. He loves the way you make him feel, your his mommy and he wouldn’t change that for anything! 

“Good boy, take my milk! That’s it, suckle on my titty,” You moan, John B switches his mouth to your other boob, “I know your close, babe,” you whisper John B nodding, “Cum for mommy, Baby boy,” You encouraged him, pumping his twitching cock faster.

“Mommy,” John B moans letting your boob fall from his mouth, “I know baby, you gotta cum,” You kiss his temple as he trembles, whining in pure bliss.

John B quickly, starts to suckle your boob again as he releases his cum on his tummy and all over your hand, “such a good boy!” You praise him, kissing his forehead.

“Mommy, I’m tired,” he whimpers, “Thank you, night, night!” He smiles, snuggling into you under the covers.

“Your welcome, night! Love you so much, Baby boy,” You kiss his lips with pure passion.

“Mm, I love you so much too! Mommy,” John B kisses you back, gently closing his eyes as he gets comfy.