#john marino smut

[heavenlyhischier]

𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐨

word count: 4k

summary: Friends with benefits never works out. Someone always falls, but will they fall, too?

warnings: mild angst, drinking is mentioned, MINORS DNI 18+ content under the cut -> unprotected sex, slight hair pulling from reader to john, that’s it i think?

note: first johnny baby fic. hope you guys like it<3

The first time you met John Marino was in some dingy bar when your friend invited you out after a particularly long and strenuous day at work. Her boyfriend and a few of his friends were going to be there, and she thought it would help ease some of the stress that had accumulated over the last few days. You were initially hesitant to go, knowing that Jack’s friends were likely going to be his hockey teammates, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be around that specific group of people, but you went anyway.

You ended up having a great time, mingling with some of the other girls and guys who were there, and you also met John. He introduced himself to you, casting you a bright smile as his brown eyes bore into your own. He didn’t bother to be subtle in his advances with lingering touches and brief glances to your lips, but you didn’t mind it all that much. After all, he was easily one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen.

You end going home with him that night, spending the rest of your time out tangled in his sheets with his sweaty body pressed against your own. When you slip out of his apartment the next morning, you tell yourself that it was just a one time thing, that it was never going to happen again, but then it did. And again. And again. It happened so many times that the two of you had to have The Talk about what you were, ultimately agreeing on the notorious “friends who just hook up sometimes”.

It was a bad idea, and you knew that. You know that no matter how many times one says that there are to be no feelings involved, someone always falls. Someone always breaks the one rule that shouldn't be broken, and of course it was you who did. You had fallen for John Marino, and you didn’t know what you were supposed to do.

Going out wasn’t exactly something you wanted to do. In fact, you would have much rather stayed home in the comfort of your own bed and slept through the weekend. You’d had yet another shit week at work, and nothing seemed to go in your favor from the moment you woke up Monday. All you wanted to do was relax, but, in true Macy fashion, she convinced you to come out with her and the guys to celebrate whatever win they had secured.

At first, you were having a decent time surrounded by a slew of hockey players and their friends as they drank and had fun. You did your best to avoid John like you had done for the last few days, not wanting to think about the way he made you feel. You wanted to temporarily forget about all of your stress for the night, and that was arguably the most stressful of them all.

You were pressed against the bar, sweaty and sticky bodies bumping into you as they passed behind you. It was taking all of your willpower to not turn around each time someone would push into you a little too hard, but you kept your composure to preserve your decent attitude. You thanked the bartender and told him to put it under Jack’s tab before turning around to rejoin your friend, but you froze when you saw him.

John was sitting on one of the stools, a beautiful girl leaning on the table as she talked to him. She was slightly leaning forward, her chest on full display before him as he smiled at her, and even from there you could see his eyes dart down below her face. From where you stood, it looked like he brushed the skin of her arm with his hand when he brought it up to adjust the hat on his head, but if you were closer you would be able to see how uninterested he was. Yet the thought alone was all it took to ruin your mood.

The sight in front of you suddenly made the urge to go back home trump any desire you’d previously had to stay at the bar. Initially, you came to appease your friend because you knew she’d tease you all weekend, but now your obligation was out of the window. There was no coming back from the sour mood you were in, and you didn’t want to ruin her own, so you chose to place your still full drink on the bar and beeline to the exit.

You ordered an uber the moment you stepped outside, leaning against the brick wall as you hugged your arms against your body. Of course you knew you had no reason to be upset. It was you who made the suggestion that you could still see other people because you weren’t dating. It was you who made a point to stress that there were to be no feelings from either of you, but you’d always been bad at listening to your own advice. After all, it was you who fell for him.

When your ride pulled up to the curb, you finally sent Macy a text telling her that you were going home and that you would see her later. You knew she’d come outside had she known you were out there waiting, and you were too frustrated to deal with what would’ve been her pleas to go back inside. You loved her, you really did, but you just wanted to go wrap yourself in your blankets and forget about everything before you had to do the same routine next week.

Pulling up to your apartment complex, you thanked your driver and slipped out of the car. The air was cool against your skin as you walked into the building, greeting the overnight doorman who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than there. The elevator ride to your apartment felt like it lasted a lot longer than usual, and you’d never felt more relieved about anything than when you had finally stepped foot in the comfort of your own home.

“Finally,” You muttered to yourself as you stepped out of your shoes.

Your clothes felt too tight and your skin felt sticky and disgusting. Your hair felt like it was a knotted mess and you know your makeup had ran a bit while you were in the bar. On top of that, you felt like you wanted to cry out of sheer frustration. All you wanted to do was shower, crawl into bed and put on some shitty tv show until sleep graced your exhausted body.

You had just slipped on fresh clothes after your shower when you heard the sound of someone rapidly knocking on your door. Initially you ignored it, but it happened again a few minutes later, so you begrudgingly went to see who was bothering you so late at night. When you looked through the hole in your door, you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“What do you want,” You snapped as you flung the door open, glaring at John as he stood there with his hands in his pockets.

John looked slightly startled at your harsh tone, but he quickly recovered before speaking, “Macy said you left because you weren’t feeling well, so I came to make sure you were okay.”

It was your turn to be taken aback as he looked down at you, the nerves radiating off his body meshing with your own. Every feeling you had been trying to suppress came flooding to the surface the second you looked at him, and him standing outside your door with his soft brown eyes was doing nothing but making that worse. You needed him to leave so you could force yourself to swallow your feelings and move on.

“I’m fine. You can go,” You grumbled, attempting to shut the door, but his hand slapped the wood, keeping the door open just enough that he could see through it.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been ignoring me,” He rushed out, voice hesitant as his eyes stayed focused on your own.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him, slightly caught off guard at the directness of his question. When you didn’t answer for a few moments, John caught you off guard and shoved your door open enough for him to slip inside your apartment. He ignores your quiet protests as he shuts the door, his body so close to your own that you can clearly make out the scar on his cheek.

Blood was pounding in your ears, your heart thudding so loudly in your chest that you’re certain he was able to hear it. He was peering down at you, a multitude of emotion swirling within the depths of his dark irises. Your fingers twitched towards him, aching to pull him close, but you forced them at your side as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“What did I do,” He asks, his voice so quiet that it was almost a whisper.

You let out a sigh, running your hand through your hair as you look at the ground, “Nothing, John. You did nothing, but you need to go. I’m sure you have some girl down there waiting for you.”

“The only girl I want is standing right in front of me and she won’t tell me what’s bothering her,” John admits, his gaze on you unrelenting and unwavering.

Your body stills as you let his words ring in your ears, coherent and well-strung thoughts fleeing your mind as you try to wrap your head around what he had said. Surely he hadn’t meant it in the way you wanted him to. Surely he was just saying that because his bar girl fell through and he knew all he had to do was mumble a few words and you were putty in his hands.

John whispers your name like it was delicate, like it was going to shatter if he uttered it with too much force. Your eyes snapped to meet his own, both of you staring at each other like you were afraid of what could happen next. Neither of you spoke, letting the silence envelope you in the most uncomfortable and nerve wracking hug as John’s words echo around you.

“Nothing is bothering me,” You whisper, tears threatening to prick the corners of your eyes.

“Then why haven’t you been talking to me? You didn’t even look at me in the bar,” He forces out, voice laced with sadness and uncertainty, “Talk to me, please. I want to know what I did.”

He had stepped closer to you now, your back pressed against your door as you looked up at him through glassy eyes. When John notices the uncried tears brewing in your eyes, his hands are cupping your jaw, his thumbs rubbing against the skin of your cheeks. His tender affection is what breaks the dam, and you’re squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to slow the rush of tears.

“Baby,” He murmurs, “I need you to work with me here. I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. Is it– Did you find someone else?”

You can hear the way he has to force himself to say the words, almost as if he’s suppressing anger or disgust at the thought. It almost makes you want to laugh; the fact that he thinks someone else is the reason for your behavior rather than yourself. You were the cause of your own heartache.

“Of course not,” You shake your head, breathing shaky and uneven, “It’s just— John, please don’t make me say it.”

“If it is anything close to what I want it to be, I need you to say it. I need to hear it come out of your mouth,” He’s pleading with you, begging you to give him exactly what he needs to make his next move, “I need you to give me a reason to stay, or a reason to leave.”

With his eyes unrelenting from your own, you force yourself to speak through the nauseating nerves, “You’re the only one I want, too. I don’t ever want anyone else.”

Not even a second later, John surges forward and slams his lips on your own in a kiss that would’ve sent you toppling over had you now already been pressed against the door. You’ve kissed John before, plenty of times, but this was different. This was searing, blinding in a way that made you feel like you were floating above the clouds.

John tastes the salt from your tears on your lips, his own meshing with yours in a way that leaves him wondering why he had ever kissed anyone else before. He always thought you were made for him, that you fit perfectly against him, but this was different. This was much more real than it ever had been.

You dropped your hands down to the hem of his t-shirt, slipping them underneath the material so you could delicately drag your nails across the toned muscle. John falters, his teeth accidentally clashing against your own as his body shudders underneath your touch. You can’t help but smile against him, relishing in the fact that you had the same effect on him that he did you.

“Johnny,” You mumble, every nerve in your body desperately screaming for his touch, “Let’s go to my room.”

“Are you sure,” He asks, pulling away so he can clearly look at your face, “We don’t have to— We can just hang out.”

“John,” You start, voice serious and flat, “I don’t want to “hang out”. I’ve been stressing myself out trying to avoid my feelings for you, and I’ve had a shit week. I need you to take me to my bedroom.”

“Fuck. Yeah, okay. Let’s go,” He rushes out, his hand falling down to carefully grab your own and drag you down the hallway to your bedroom.

He shoves through your bedroom door, tugging you back into his chest as he reattaches his lips back to your own. Your hands fly up to tangle in his hair, gently pulling on his curls as you move your mouth against his own. John’s hands are on your hips, keeping you steady while he walks the two of you backwards until he feels the mattress on the back of his knees. Without breaking apart from you, he sits on the bed and guides your hips so that you’re straddling his waist.

You grind your hips down against him, your hands dropping to the hem of his shirt as you began tugging up his torso. John pulls his mouth away from yours so you can pull his shirt over his head, him doing the same with your own. His eyes immediately dart down to your naked chest, his tongue swiping across his bottom as he cups one of your breasts in his hand. You’re grasping at his shoulders, trying to keep yourself steady on his lap as he begins to suck on the skin of your neck.

Your fingernails dig into his back, breathy pants passing though your lips as his teeth graze over the sensitive spot he’d marked. John groans when you push yourself further onto his bulge, squeezing the flesh in his hands as he drops his head to your shoulder. You slowly grind your hips, creating enough friction to your core that a quiet moan of your own fills his ears. You’re able to find a painfully slow rhythm, but John drops his hands to your hips and keeps you in one place as he meets your lips in a hungry, painfully needy kiss.

“John,” You whisper against his mouth, “Need you now. Please.”

He doesn’t hesitate to lift you off of his lap and place you on the bed, moving away so he’s kneeling in front of you and able to slide your shorts down your legs. He briefly falters in his movements as his eyes drag down the length of your body, drinking in every inch of you as he silently worships you like your body was sculpted for him. Your cheeks flushed, like they always did when he looked at you that way, and you dropped your eyes to the waistband of his jeans as you unbuttoned them.

John watches your fingers fumble with his zipper, his breath hitching in his throat when you flatten your palm against him and press down on him. He throws his head back, but the feeling of your hand was gone almost as soon as it arrived and he felt you tug the material down his toned legs. He kicks them away from him before looking down at you, a smug smile forming on his lips as he watches you clench your thighs together at the sight of his cock in front of your face.

No matter how many times you’d seen him before, the sight in front of you made your mouth water and the wetness between your legs worsen tenfold. You carefully grasp him in your hands, rubbing your thumb over the precum that coated the sensitive head. You feel him shudder from your touch, and it only encourages you to lean forward, but he stops you by taking your chin between his fingers.

“Not tonight, princess,” He lowly speaks, his thumb ghosting over your lips, “I’ve missed you too much.”

You swallow thickly, your eyes wide with anticipation as you look up at him. He’s got his head cocked to the side, his curls an untamed mess on his head as the corner of his mouth twitches. He drops your chin, jerking his head to silently urge you to crawl backwards onto the bed. As you’re doing that, you watch as he walks towards your nightstand and moves to open the drawer that typically houses a small box of condoms.

“John,” You call out, pulling your lip between your teeth, “We don’t— It’s okay tonight. Just don’t, you know.”

“Are you sure,” He asks, dropping his hand away from the handle.

“Yeah,” You nod, “I’m sure.”

A few seconds later, John is back on top of you with his lips on yours as he uses his forearms to bear most of his weight. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on the curls as your mouth moves in sync with his own. You can feel his stiff erection pressed between your thighs, and you lift your hips up in a desperate attempt to get any sort of friction. John moved one of his hands down to grip your hip, his fingers splaying against the skin as he pushes you back down.

“I’m getting there,” His laughter vibrates against your lips, “Just wanted to kiss you first.”

“Wanna feel you,” You whined, his fingers lighting the skin underneath them on fire.

John mumbled under his breath, his eyes darkening as he slides his hand from your hip to grasp his length. He glances back up to you, keeping hold of your gaze as he slides himself between the slickness of your folds. Breathy whines begin to spill from your lips as you pull at the strands of his hair, the teasing anticipation making your heart race more than it already had been.

He slowly pushes himself into your entrance, hissing as your walls clench around him when he bottoms out inside of you. He carefully rocks his hips into your own, keeping himself steady above you and his movements short. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth, your eyes screwed shut as he lets you adjust to his size for a moment. Small, shallow whimpers are the only thing he hears as he slowly increases his rhythm as he dips his head down.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” He whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your own, “You’re doing such a good job. You always take me so well.”

“Harder,” You choke out, pressing the back of your head into the pillow beneath you.

John doesn’t need to be told twice as swiftly grips the bottom of your thigh and bends your leg over his shoulder before he harshly slams into you, your cries bouncing off the walls of your bedroom. Your hands fall down to his back, fingernails digging crescent shaped indents into his tanned skin as he finds a pace that he’s learned drives you insane in the best way possible.

His name falls from your lips like a prayer, filtering in through his ears and making the blood rush straight down to his cock. He loves watching you slowly fall apart underneath, feeling your pussy clench around him like it was made for him. One of his favorite sounds were the moans and whimpers that you made when he was buried inside of you. That sound alone could make him cum.

“Harder,” You repeat your plea from moments ago, deliberately digging your heel in his lower back in an attempt to push him further.

“Fuck,” John groans, his curls sticking to his forehead as he does exactly what you ask.

Skin slapping against skin echoes around you, your whines lacing with his low grunts as you explore the planes of his back with your hands. You feel yourself reaching your release, nearly toppling over the edge as John hits into you so deeply that it was the only thing you could register. You know he’s close too, judging by the way his hips keep faltering and stuttering against your own.

“Johnny,” You murmur as the knot in your stomach begins to come undone, “I love you.”

John swears his heart stops beating in that moment, but he doesn't stop his movements as your walls flutter around him and your nails scrape down his back. He fucks you through your orgasm, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he forces his own back just a little longer. He wanted to feel you wrapped around him for as long as he could, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I love you,” He whispers against your neck, peppering small kisses to the skin as he feels you relax underneath him, “So much.”

John feels himself reel into his own orgasm, and he quickly pulls out of you, letting your leg fall back to the mattress as he grasps his length in his hand. He releases his load on your stomach, careful to not get anything on your mattress or your face as he lets deep moans fall from his lips. Your eyes were drooping, your body coming down from the blissful high still hazing your mind as you watch his head fall backwards.

His chest is heaving as he tries to catch his breath, his lips parted and his eyes closed in a way that makes him look unreal. You’d always thought John was pretty with his curly hair, his brown eyes, and his soft features, but the way he looked before you completely took your breath away. There truly was no one else who even came close to him.

He carefully leans over you and presses a small kiss to your lips before he slides off the bed and darts into your bathroom. He’s back almost as quickly as he was gone with a towel in hand, batting your hand away when you try and take it from his grasp. He wipes away the warm, sticky liquid from your skin, making sure to clean you up entirely before he does so himself. He makes sure to put the dirty towel in the basket of already dirty clothes before he returns to you.

“Up,” He instructs, “I can see the goosebumps on your arms, you’re getting under the blanket.”

“I don’t think they’re from the cold, John,” You snickered, but you pushed yourself off and shoved the blanket down underneath your body.

John’s cheek slightly flushed at your comment before he was slipping back in bed, pulling the blanket back up over you and tugging you into his arms. You placed your hand on his chest, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck as he dragged his fingertips down your back. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself truly relax, and it was all thanks to some guy you met in a rundown bar.

[scudevils]

jersey boy — JM6

pairing: john marino x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), swearing, slight degradation, praise, semi-public, like slight voyeurism, established relationship, not proofread!!

synopsis: he just looked too hot not to fuck at the stadium series [<1k]

a/n: completely self indulgent whilst i was in the middle of writing the barzy fic which is why its so short 😭

they were riding the high from the win, nico and nate getting two goals each, john getting his 100th career win and of course a devils win, what wasn't there to celebrate?

that sentiment was how you found yourself now, johns lips pressed against your pulse point, leaving wet red marks in their wake, your gasps bouncing off the confined walls of the bar bathroom. you barely keep your hands off of him, how could you when he looked that fucking good?

"john-" you thread your fingers through his hair, the curls he was beginning to free recently not doing well to help your obsession with pulling on the dark strands, a breathy moan falling from your lips in the sound of his name.

eventually you managed to get him to detach his lips from your neck, instead slotting over your own, your back pressed against the sink counter, john's hands wandering your body as if for the first time, pawing at the clothes he earlier deemed too little and now far too much. "you gonna let me fuck you here, hm?" his hand ran down the side of your cheek, taunting you, a mocking tone to his words.

"please." your voice was just above a whisper, shame seeping into your words, the realisation that his friends, his teammates, were just outside and could interrupt at any moment, hear you at any moment.

"gonna need you to be real quiet, okay?" his hands found home on your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, your back pressed against the cool glass, goosebumps rising on your legs as the bottom of your dressed had already bunched up below your waist. “don’t want them to hear you do you?” shaking your head, he smiled.

he was quick to undo the belt around his waist, pushing down the trousers he was wearing enough to free himself, tip already leaking pre-cum, begging for you to touch him. "wait." john's eyes snapped up to meet yours, worry pooling in them, nearly sobering him up with the fear he'd done something or that you were having second thoughts. "wanna touch you, please."

"you can touch me whenever you fucking want to, baby." he groaned, watching the way you dropped your feet back onto the bar floor, and the way your eyes never left him as you got down onto your knees in front of him, the subconscious act of licking your lips driving him fucking crazy.

there was something about the way he towered over you when you were on your knees that turned you on like nothing else, knowing he could manhandle your body like a rag doll if he wanted to, fuck yeah you wanted him to do that to you. your hand stroked lazily, feeling him harden in your hand and he sucked in a breath when you swiped your thumb over his tip.

swirling your tongue around the tip, a groan fell from his lips, joined by a chorus of swear words when you took him fully in your mouth, his hand immediately finding the back of your hair and forming a makeshift ponytail, preventing you from moving as his hips moved to meet your own movement. "just like that, shit."

you managed to look up, seeing just the underside of his neck as his head lolled back, eyes screwed shut. the sound of you gagging only egged him on, his thrusts becoming harsher, tip repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. moaning around him, the vibrations ran through his whole body, feeling his thigh clenching under the hand you used for support.

"don't stop, fucking don't." john was doing most of the movement now, holding your head still as he fucked into your mouth, using you for his own pleasure. "so good to me-" you can feel his cock twitching in your mouth, always a tell tale sign that he was close, all it taking was pushing your head down till he repeatedly hit the back of your throat for him to release down it, keeping you there so nothing spills.

john intertwined his fingers with your own, lifting you up from your knees and giving you a few seconds to recovers before his lips were back on yours, softer this time, like he was in less of a rush. “looked so good today johnny.” you spoke against his lips, pulling them between yours before he could reply.

a knock at the door broke you apart, words you couldn’t quite make out but you knew the gist of what they were saying, and you were thoroughly embarrassed they totally knew what was going on.

“gonna have to wait till we get home to show me just how how good i looked then huh?” john’s voice broke into a small laugh, the first of you to leave the bathroom as he let you touch up the makeup on your face that had been completely ruined, mascara pooled at the corner of your eyes.

[babydollmarauders]

MARSHMALLOW — JOHN MARINO

john marino x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n and her boyfriend get up to no good at the Devils christmas party

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, alcohol, cussing, extreme domination, heavy degradation, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected), i think that’s all? (3.6k words)

notes: welcome to day 4 of the 12 days of kinkmas! this is quite possibly the most degrading smut i’ve written so far, so if you ignore the warnings and go ahead and read it anyways, don’t come crying to me if you didn’t like it <3

“oh c’mon Johnny!”

Jack’s grating voice floats over the rest of the noise that bounces throughout the captain’s apartment, his hands gripping John’s shoulders as he shakes the boy from behind.

“you don’t wanna take a body shot off your smokin’ girlfriend?”

John’s head whips around to look at his teammate, a scowl resting on his face, “don’t call my girlfriend smokin’.”

“is she not?” Jack laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at the older boy.

“of course she is,” John states, shrugging Jack’s hands off his shoulders, “but you don’t get to think so.”

i roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s possessive nature, slinking closer to his figure, which stands besides the empty kitchen island.

“alright, alright,” Jack caves, “but if you won’t take the shot, someone else will.”

i can practically see the gears turning in John’s head, his eyes flickering between me and Jack.

“no, they will not.” i chime in. my hands come to rest on the defenseman’s chest, slowly traveling up to his shoulders before locking behind his neck.

“nobody else’s lips or tongue are coming anywhere near my body, baby.” i assure him, pulling his head down until his lips are mere inches from mine. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay. but you’re the only one allowed to touch me.”

“damn right, i am.” John gruffs, his eyes darkening as he pulls away. he pats the empty counter. “hop up, beautiful.”

a sultry grin pulls at my lips, hastily following his orders and pulling myself up onto the counter.

the kitchen full of hockey players cheer, any wives and girlfriends whistling as i pull my tank top off, leaving me in only a dark red bralette.

John’s hand connects lightly with my collarbone, gingerly pushing me backwards until the heated skin of my back makes contact with the cold marble countertop.

a shiver rolls down my spine, one side of his lips quirking up into a smirk. he takes hold of the ziploc bag of crushed peppermint candy cane from the counter, sprinkling a small bit on my sternum between my breasts.

Jack hands me a mini marshmallow from the bag in his hands, whilst Dawson hands his friend a shot glass of luke-warm cocoa with peppermint vodka.

“THREE!” the crowded kitchen counts down and i stick my tongue out, placing the mini marshmallow near the tip of my tongue.

“TWO!” John readies, shaking out any nerves as he prepares to down the muddy brown liquid.

“ONE!” i blink up at my boyfriend.

“GO!”

John clinks the shot glass against the counter before throwing the cocoa back into his mouth in one big gulp. his head dips down, his wet tongue dragging up my cleavage, collecting the crushed candy cane.

a shaky breath passes my lips, resisting the urge to throw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of his tongue and hot breath against my skin.

his face pops into my view as his tongue presses against mine prior to capturing it between his lips, sucking the marshmallow off of my tongue.

my eyelids flutter closed, eyes rolling back in my head. he releases my tongue, hastily transforming the movement into a deep kiss, his lips locking with mine before he pulls away.

Jack and Dawson shout, shaking their friend around as he smiles goofily.

“fuck yeah, Johnny!”

John rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his friends off. he steps back over to the counter while i sit back up, my legs hanging over the edge of the counter.

his hands wrap around my hips, lifting me off the surface and placing my feet back on the ground. he swiftly grabs my discarded tank top off the counter, shoving it into his back pocket as i press my chest to his.

“Johnny.” i breathe out to grasp his attention. he looks back down at me, his sight ripping away from Jack to find me gazing up at him.

my eyes are dark, pupils blown and breathing heavy as i sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

“baby,” he drags out, voice dropping in warning.

“that was so hot.” i whisper, lust dripping from my words as my hips push against him, his semi-hard bulge pressing against my pelvis; letting me note that the experience was just as sexy for him as it was for me.

“we’re at Nico’s.” he reminds me quietly, his lips grazing my ear.

“he won’t notice.” i state, my head nodding over to where his captain stands, immersed in conversation with Timo.

John scans the kitchen, finding everyone minding their own business, talking amongst themselves and paying no attention to us.

“fuck.” he curses, his hand grasping my own. he yanks my arm, pulling me out of the kitchen, down the hall to Nico’s guest room.

he shoves me into the room, slamming the door behind him. he steps closer, fingers digging into my waist as he spins us around, my back harshly meeting the door. his lips crash against mine, my hands holding onto his shoulders, straining on my tiptoes in order for my lips to meet his.

his tongue swipes across the seam of my lips, one hand sliding down to squeeze my ass, pulling at one cheek and making me gasp. he takes the chance to shove his tongue past my lips, tangling with mine while he uses his grip on my ass to pull me closer, his quickly hardening erection brushing against my heat.

i can feel my dampening panties stick to my core, making me let out a whine at the feeling.

John rips away, red swollen lips brushing against mine. he walks backwards, pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor.

i follow after him until he stops near the end of the bed, hooking my fingers into the front of his jeans.

“on your knees, sweetheart.” he demands, taking pleasure in the way i immediately drop down in front of him.

his eyes darken, biting his bottom lip as he stares down at me. his fingers drop down to the button of his jeans, slipping the metal through the hole and unzipping before he pulls them down, his boxer briefs falling down with them.

his cock springs free, nearly slapping against his abdomen, tip red and angry, precum beading at the slit.

my thighs clench together, my mouth salivating at the sight.

“look at you,” he tsk’s, shaking his head. “such a fucking whore, clenching your thighs together.”

his hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to look into his eyes and drawing a gasp from my lips.

“so horny, just from a fucking body shot.” he gruffs, “bet you’re fucking soaking. aren’t you?”

i mewl, nodding my head shortly.

“that’s what i thought.” he huffs in disapproval. “such a slut, i bet you would get worked up like this if anyone did that shot, wouldn’t you?”

he gives me no chance to answer before he speaks again.

“hmm? you’d get this worked up if fucking Nate did that shot, wouldn’t you?” he yanks at my hair again, my jaw falling open as my eyes roll back, shaking my head. “words, slut.”

“no.” i whimper, “no, no. just you. only you, Johnny.”

he hums in approval, his grip loosening in order to pet my fallen hair out of my face sweetly.

“yeah? prove it.” he croons, “suck my cock.”

my hand wraps around the base of his length, squeezing, and i begin to pump him slowly. my lips fall back open, my tongue lolling out as i lick up the underside of his cock, tracing the bulging vein that rests there.

when i get to his tip, he shoves my head down lightly, urging me to take him in.

“shit.” he curses as i slide him into my mouth, my warm tongue flattening on the underside of him as i relax my throat, bobbing my head. my hand stays wrapped around him, jerking what i can’t fit.

with each bob, his tip hits the back of my throat, coaxing a gag out of me amidst his moans.

the sound of christmas music and loud conversations still float through the crack under the locked door, covering our noise from the world outside of this room.

i peer up through my lashes, finding his chin tilted down, his eyes set on me. his jaw is slack, and i run my free hand over the ridges on his abs, feeling them tense under my fingertips.

a mix of saliva and precum drools from my lips, providing lubrication for his cock to slip farther with each head bob.

i pull off of him with a pop, my tongue darting out to lick his tip before my lips close around it, sucking gently while my tongue swirls.

his gasp is like music to my ears, his grasp on my hair tightening, pulling a moan from my throat. the vibrations travel up his cock, making it twitch, and he lets out a loud groan.

his hand slides around to cup my cheek, forcing me to look up at him again as my hair falls to frame my face.

“you think you can take it all, baby?” my lips leave his tip, my hand still jerking him, and i nod. his thumb traces my bottom lip as he speaks again. “yeah? you think you can be a good girl for me?”

i nod again and he takes my consent. his hand goes back to holding my hair up in a makeshift ponytail as he pushes my head further down, and i relax my throat, letting him thrust in until my nose touches his pubic bone.

i focus on breathing through my nose as he stills, basking in the feeling, but the moment quickly falls when i begin to gag. he uses his grip on my hair to pull me off of him, watching me as tears roll down my cheeks.

“again.” i whisper, my voice hoarse from the abuse of my throat.

“you sure?” his eyes are soft, but as i nod, they darken once more. he guides himself back into my mouth, making quick work of thrusting this time. rather than stilling, he begins to fuck my face.

moans pour from his lips, his head falling back in pleasure.

“you’re so good.” he hisses. “just a cock hungry little whore for me, aren’t you?”

i hum in agreement around his cock and his hips begin to stutter, his guiding of my head quickly stopping as he pulls me off of him for the last time.

i look up at him and his hands lock at the nape of my neck, tugging me up into a bruising kiss.

my body falls against his, my lips parting, and he slips his tongue in, tangling it with mine. my hands explore his body, smoothing along his bare chest and up to his shoulders.

“tell me what you want.” he speaks against my lips, his tongue flicking across them. “you want me to fuck you like the whore you are, right?

“you want me to use you for my pleasure; fuck you dumb until all you can scream is my name.”

his words go straight to my core, only making me wetter. a whimper resonates from my throat, a smirk growing on his lips at the sound.

“i need you to say yes, baby.” he lays kisses up my throat, leaving wet marks in his wake, until he reaches my ear. his lips ghost my outer ear as he whispers. “i need to know you want it before i treat you like the dumb, drippy little cock whore that you are.”

a shaky breath passes my split lips, my jaw relaxed as he continues his attack against my neck.

“i want it.” i tremble at his touch; his hands trailing up my hot skin. “i want it so bad, John.”

he pulls away, leaving goosebumps littering my body at the loss of his touch.

“strip for me.”

John takes a seat on the bed, staring at me with watchful eyes, and i’m suddenly insecure under his gaze.

my hands shake as i pull my bralette over my head, my pebbled nipples hitting the cold air and causing chills to wrack my body.

his eyes lock on my breasts for a moment before dragging down my body, watching as i pull my skirt down my body, my panties being dragged down with it.

his hand reaches out to pull me toward him, between his spread legs, and my hands thread into the hair at the nape of his neck.

he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my stomach. he trails up my body, leaving wet kisses in his wake. his lips follow a path between my breasts, agonizingly slow until he reaches my neck.

he nips at my skin, sucking and dragging his tongue over the spot before he pulls away, blowing cool air against the spot and making me squirm in his grip.

he stands, twisting me in his arms before spinning us around so my knees hit the edge of the mattress. he gives me a shove, bending me over the bed, and i brace myself on my forearms, my ass brushing against his dick.

“you’re glistening for me.” he remarks.

i jolt as his fingers swipe through my slick folds, spreading my wetness around my cunt, and he chuckles lowly when i cry out as he thrusts a thick digit into me suddenly.

“Johnny.” i sob out, rolling my hips down against his hand.

“god, you’re so fucking needy.” he grunts, pulling his hand away and making me groan in want. “i’m gonna ruin you.”

his hand closes around the front of my throat, his other wrapping around the base of his cock, guiding it through my moisture. my back arches when his tip hits against my swollen clit, a broken whimper dropping from my lips when he shoves into me.

“shhh, be a good girl and take this dick.” his grip on my throat tightens, his other hand grasping my waist.

he uses his touch to anchor himself as he pounds into me, his tip hitting repeatedly against my g-spot.

he swiftly hooks an arm around my leg, bringing it up to kneel on the bed in order to open my pussy even further for him.

tears already prick my eyes but this new angle brings a high pitched moan from my lips, my face falling forward and hair dropping down. my arms feel weak, shaking underneath me.

“this pussy was made for me. made for me to use; to get myself off in.” John’s voice is tight and strained, his hips slapping against my ass as he speaks. “say it.”

“i-it-” i stutter, struggling to speak over the sounds of his cock thrusting into my wetness.

“i-i-i-” he mocks me. his hand from my throat drops down to roughly squeeze my breast, “have i fucked you dumb already?”

“it was made for you.” i squeak out, back arching again as he twists and pinches at my nipple, “my pussy is yours to use.”

he drops down, his sweaty chest pressing against my back, his lips pressing against the nape of my neck before he brings them to my ear.

“good girl.”

he stands back to his full height, hands on my waist, using his grip to push me forward and pull me back onto his dick, moving me with his thrusts; manhandling me like his own personal sex doll.

“touch yourself.” he orders, “rub your clit like the needy little whore that you are.”

my hand dips down between my legs, making my upper half press into the mattress, and my middle finger slowly begins to rub the puffy bundle of nerves.

John gives my ass a harsh smack, coaxing a scream to bubble up my throat, and he hastily leans forward, shoving his fingers in my mouth.

“unless your screaming my name, you shut your damn mouth. do you wanna get caught?” he hisses.

“i- no- i-” i babble around his fingers, and he shoves them slightly deeper against my tongue.

“jesus, i really have fucked you dumb.” he spits, “i said to shut your mouth, do you understand?”

i nod my head as best as i can with it pressed into the mattress.

“good.” his thrusts speed up, urging my finger on my clit to rub faster, and i can feel a familiar pit forming in my lower stomach.

repeated murmurs of his name frantically form in my mouth around his fingers, my eyes rolling back and my body twitching as i clench around him.

“don’t come.” he demands, and i whimper as i try and hold back. “i’m close. don’t you dare fucking come.”

the pressure builds, tears falling from my eyes and onto the bed sheets as i try and hold back my release.

he fucks into me rapidly, losing his rhythm as his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside of me.

“come.” his one word spurs me to finally let go, my toes curling against the carpeted floor and my breath hitching in my throat as i finally release on his cock.

his cum spurts out in ropes, covering my insides and making further squelches as he fucks me through our orgasms. his fingers dig into my waist, surely leaving bruises, and a grunt leaves his clenched jaw.

he thrusts a few more times before pulling out, the empty feeling making me whine.

his hands begin slowly caressing up and down my back in comforting lines.

“hey.” he coos, using his strength to lift my frail figure off the bed. my legs wobble as i stand and he spins me around to face him.

his eyes are soft, filled with love and the familiar sense of home that i’m used to.

“are you okay, baby?” his hand cups my cheek, his thumb dragging to wipe the drool from around my mouth. i hum, nodding my head softly. “did i hurt you?”

i shake my head and he shakes his in return.

“i need words, beautiful. reassurance.” his voice is gentle, and he presses a light kiss to my forehead.

“you didn’t hurt me, Johnny. i’m okay.” i assure him and a small smile plays at his lips.

“how are you feeling?”

“good,” i start before adding, “sticky.”

he laughs and a grin spreads across my face at the melodic sound.

“let’s clean you up, and then you can decide if you wanna go home or go back out to the party.”

he guides me to the en-suite bathroom, gathering a few cottonelle wipes from the pack on the back of the toilet, and i bend over the counter, wiping the mascara smudges from around my eyes as he cleans me up from behind.

“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, my still bare ass pressing against him as he leans forward to drop kisses along the tops of my shoulders. “i love you. you know that, right?”

i nod, peering back at him with puckered lips. he locks his lips with mine, twisting my body around mid-kiss in order to wrap his arms around my waist, locking them at the small of my back.

“i love you too, John.” i utter against his lips and he pulls away to give me a wide smile. i scrunch my nose at him, his head dropping back down to rub his nose against mine.

“let’s get dressed.” i nod, leading the way back to the bedroom, and we get redressed, John finally returning my tank top from earlier in the night.

“do you wanna go home?” he asks me once we’re fully clothed.

“no.” i shake my head, my hand resting on the wrist of his hand which cups my cheek. “let’s go back out and celebrate the holidays with our friends.”

“and then, when we finally do get home, we can take a bath.” i add, making him nod.

“whatever you want, love.”

his hand slips down to hold mine as he unlocks the bedroom door, opening it up and slipping back out into the still wild party.

“ayo! there you are!” Jack cheers as we find him in the living room, wrapping an arm around John’s shoulders. “was beginning to think you guys left with an irish goodbye to go home and fuck.”

John chuckles with Jack, shaking his head.

“nah, we’ve been around.” he assures his shorter teammate.

he slings his arm around my shoulders, my hand still holding his, and i peek over to look at Nico, who stands quietly next to Dawson, who speaks a mile a minute in his captains ear.

Nico finds my gaze, raising his eyebrows and smirking over the top of his beer bottle. my face flushes in embarrassment and fear that he knew what happened in his guest bedroom, but then his eyes dart to the side towards Dawson and i realize he’s giving me a ‘get a load of this guy’ look.

i giggle, burying myself further into John’s side, who gazes down at me mid-conversation and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“so, y/n,” Luke sidles up next to me, a spiked eggnog in his hand as he escapes the never ending flow of words that come from his older brothers mouth. “have fun?”

my head whips over to look at the young defenseman, a smirk resting on his lips. i tell myself that he’s just making conversation, asking if i’m having fun at the party, but then his eyes flicker between me and the hallway that houses the doors to the bedrooms and blood rushes to my cheeks.

fuck.

[huggybearhughes43]

Inexperienced reader threesome with Ethan Edwards and Jack Hughes?

- reader and Jack are best friends

- everyone’s at the lake house

- Ethan has a school boy crush

- Jack thinks it’s funny that Ethan thinks he has a chance with you

- possessive Jack who claims it’s just because you’re his best friend

- Ethan is sweet and gentle (treats you like a gentleman)

- Jack is rougher and tries to show Ethan how the “grown ups” please a girl

- almost like a competition between the two to see how many times they can make her cum/who pleases her better

- lots of dirty talk, thigh riding, sex in front of a mirror

(Sorry if this was too detailed 🥲)

My Turn.

Jack Hughes x Fem! Reader x Ethan Edwards

Warnings- smut, threesome, dirty talk, pet names (slut, whore, pretty girl, baby, good girl), Mean! Dom! Jack + Soft! Dom! Ethan + Sub! Reader, creampie, squirting, I think that’s it

Summary- In the ask <3

Word count- 2.2k

No one bats an eye as Ethan stares at me from across the pool. I’m laid out alongside Jack, bathing in the sun. Almost everyone knew about Ethan’s crush but I was oblivious. I grew up with the Hughes brothers, being only a year older than Luke, I went to Michigan with him. That’s how I knew Ethan. Jack and Quinn invited some of their buddies from their teams and past teams, while Luke invited his friends from Michigan.

The Dukes were stationed at their usual spot, the grill, cooking everyone dinner after a long day. Most of the day was spent on the boat. There were times that Jack would catch Ethan mindlessly checking me out but he’d just smirk and roll his eyes. Jack was confident that Ethan would never have a chance with me.

I sigh and stand up, wrapping myself in the towel I was laying on. “I’m going inside to change.” I notify Jack and he nods, eyes still focused on his phone from before. I make my way inside, walking up to mine and Jacks shared room. My towel was long discarded in the hamper as I stood next to the bed, rummaging through my bag to find an outfit to wear. I pull out a soft white sundress with red flowers scattered over it.

Confident that everyone was outside still, I stripped of my bathing suit in the room. Granted, the only one who would walk in with no warning would be Jack. Who, hard to admit, had walked in on me changing plenty of times in the years of our friendship. I slip the dress on and a pretty thong that matched the flowers on the dress. One thing about me, I dress for myself. I don’t care one bit if anyone sees it just gives a piece of mind knowing I match.

The straps of the dress were in an awkward spot, just barely being able to reach high enough, definitely not being able to tie it by myself. My back was turned towards the door when it barged open. “Jack I-“ I turn around and furrow my brows then smile softly, “Hey Ethan, can you help me tie this?” He scratches his neck and nods, walking over to me. I hold my hair out of the way as he ties it. “I should’ve knocked, I’m sorry” he chuckles nervously. “Jack was too busy on his ass to come up here at get you. Foods ready, by the way.” He softly pats my shoulder to signal he’s done.

“Thank you, Ethan” His face heats up with a goofy smile on his face. “You’re welcome, this dress looks good on you- I mean every dress does- everything does- shit.” He sighs frustratedly causing me to giggle. “Come on, the foods gonna get cold.” I grab ahold of his arm and lead him back to the poolside. Jack walks over to the two of us once we get outside, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Nice of you to go and get my girl for me.” I scoff, “your girl?” I look over to see Ethan’s annoyed face. “I’m not his girl!” Ethan’s face was still unconvinced and jacks with a smirk plastered over it. I scoff and swat Jacks hand away, splitting away from them and deciding to eat my dinner with Luke.

The sun was far gone by the time everyone finished up their food. The cold air nipped at my nose as Luke and Mark threw some sticks into a fire pit to warm us up. I twist my hangs together to keep them warm. A soft hand wrapped itself around my waist from my right side. I look over to see the Michigan boy smiling down at me, “You looked cold.” He says with a shrug. “Thanks Ethan” I smile and snuggle closer to his side. Jack glared from the other side of the now lit fire pit. He sipped on a cup of a mysterious alcoholic mixture. He crumbled the cup in his hand before throwing it on a random table, making his way over to us.

“It’s cute you think you have a chance.” Is what Jack doesn’t know I hear he whispers to Ethan as he passes. Ethan gets an obvious face of distaste as Jack approaches. I gently rub my fingers along his back in a stupid attempt to soothe him. “Jack, you’re drunk.” I simply say and he just smiles. “Just had one drink for confidence.” Luke and Marks stares caught my eye and I huff. I grab ahold of both of the hockey players arms and drag them inside the house and up into mine and Jacks shared room.

“What the fuck is your problem, Jack?” I burst out which surprises both of them. “What’re you talking about? You’re my best friend, you deserve way more than a little college boy with a school crush.” He says matter of factly and crosses his arms. “I’m what? A year younger than you? Get over yourself.” I’m surprised at Ethan’s words. They almost make me laugh because of how right they were. I sit myself on the edge of the shared bed in the awkwardness of the silence in which Jack breaks. “Fine, you decide. Which one of us would you rather have?” I don’t answer, instead subconsciously squeezing my legs together. “Oh-“ Jack laughs, “I get it now, you want both of us, don’t you?”

I go to speak up but Jack cuts me off, turning his head to look at Ethan. “What do you think, Edwards? Wanna share her?” Ethan looks from Jack to me. “If it’s okay with you?” Ethan asks. I think for a moment, looking between them before I nod. Jack smirks and walks over to me, “That’s what I thought.” Ethan’s close behind, making his way to me to lift me to stand. “What a dirty slut.” I gasp and Jacks words as he attacks my neck with kisses and bites. Ethan presses a soft kiss to my forehead before reaching around to untie my dress, letting it puddle to the floor around my feet. Leaving me only in the skimpy thong I put on earlier. “So pretty” Ethan whispers in my ear before running soft kisses over my shoulder.

Jack drops to his knees, pulling the last piece of clothing down my legs. Ethan pulls me gently back onto the bed and onto his lap. I turn my head and press my lips deeply into Ethan’s, causing him to smile onto my lips. “So wet” Jack teases from between my legs, “Fuck, you like this that much? Fucking whore.” His lips connecting to my wet cunt pulls me away from Ethan’s lips. My head thrown back in pleasure and my hand it Jacks soft hair. I moan out and buck my hips into his face while he eats me like a starved man. His tongue strategically moving from my clit to dip deep into my wet cunt. My back arching causing Ethan to groan, accidentally grinding back into his bulge.

With one last swipe of jacks tongue over my clit, my juices explode over his mouth. He smirks as he raises off of me, licking his lips to get as much of the taste as he could. “Come on pretty girl.” Ethan hoists me up and places me down on his thigh. My sensitive cunt already close just from the fabric of his jeans rubbing against my clit. “That feels good, hm?” Ethan smiles at me, “then ride it.” I bite my lip and whine, already overstimulated. Ethan softly laughs and holds my hips. “I’ll help you, pretty.” He softly and slowly moves my hips back and forth, my cunt leaving a warm sticky spot on his jeans. It would be embarrassing if I wasn’t holding onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning out his name. “See how wet that dirty little cunt is for us? Such a slut for us isn’t she?”

Jacks words were blocked out of my ears as I focus on my second orgasm on Ethan’s leg. “Our pretty little slut, so perfect.” Ethan praises as he guides me over his thigh. “Ethan- mm, fuck! I’m cumming!” I warn him as my legs shake. He continues his paste at moving my hips. I stutter and cream all over thigh. I lean my head into his shoulder as I steady my breathing. “My turn.” Jack pulls me back to him. He had discarded his clothes off and was now completely naked. “Gonna let me fuck this pussy?” He asks shakily in my ear as he sits he on his lap, facing away from him. Jacks hand holds my jaw “open your eyes for me.” I open them to see he had me sat in front of the mirror in the corner of the room. “Want you to see how perfect you look when I stuff you full.”

I groggily nod as he lines himself up from below me. He forces my hips down in one motion, filling me to the full with his thick cock. Ethan sits next to us. My hand finds its way into his pants, not wanting to leave him untouched. Jack fucks up into me as I jerk Ethan off under his pants. “Look it the mirror. Look how much of a whore you are.” Jack demands and I force myself to look into the mirror. My jaw is dropped, moaning out jacks name now as he fucks up into my g spot. “Hear this, Edwards? That’s how men are supposed to make a woman sound.” I was too fucked out to hiss at Jack for being an asshole. My hand is covered in Ethan’s warm cum in no time, his shaky moans keeping me going. Ethan has to force my hand away from him, accidentally overstimulating him.

I smile lick the stickiness off of my fingers. Jack wraps his arms around my waist, steadying me as he fucked up into me. His repeated hits on my G spot had me closer and closer to my release. “Jack I-“ “I know, cum, baby. Cum all over my dick for me.” I moan out as I cum around him. “I- fuck- I’m on the pill.” Jack smirks and nods, holding my waist tightly down on him as he fills me up. I clutch onto the side of the bed tightly as I feel his warm ropes coat my walls. Jack lifts me up and lays me down on the bed.

Jacks warm cum dripping out of me. “Think you can do one more, pretty girl?” Ethan asks, rubbing my thighs gently. My cunt was sensitive and aching but the way Ethan was looking at me I just couldn’t deny him. I nod softly and Ethan smiles. Ethan pulls off his t shirt along with his pants and boxers, leaving himself bare. He was thicker than Jack but about the same in length. He pumps himself a few times before lining himself up. “Ready?” He asks to double check. I smile and nod. He pushes in slowly, my back arching and my mouth moaning out at the sting of the stretch. He stays still for a moment, letting me get used to him. My hands rub up and down on his abs to tell him I’m ready. He pulls out all the way before harshly slamming back in. Jacks cum from before being used as lube.

Loud moans fall from my tongue, chanting Ethan’s name as he fucks in and out of me. Ethan laughs breathlessly and looks over at Jack. “What were you saying about how a woman should sound, again?” “Shut up, Edwards.” Jack stands next to us pumping his cock between his hands. I turn my head and open my mouth for Jack. He smirks and slaps his dick onto my tongue before pushing it into my mouth. Ethan pounding into my cunt and Jack fucking my throat almost sends me right into my fourth orgasm of the night. I moan around Jacks dick, causing him to cum down my throat. I pull off, sticking out my tongue to show him I’ve swallowed it all. He whispers a quiet “good girl.” I turn to look back at Ethan. His fucked out face making me closer and closer to cumming. Jack snakes his hand down to my clit. The action making me arch my back into Ethan and squirt around him. I shakily fall back onto the bed as Ethan fucks into me a few more times before cumming in me, his cum mixing with Jacks.

Ethan pulls out slowly and lays next to me, Jack doing the same. After a moment Ethan gets up and leaves for a while, coming back with his sweatpants back on, two cloths in his hands, and two water bottles. He tosses a cloth and a water bottle to Jack. Shaking his head with a groan, “thanks”. Ethan nods and takes the other cloth the clean me up, opening the water bottle for me. “Thank you, Ethan.” I smile and drink the water. Ethan lays back down next to me. I snuggle up to Ethan, Jack laying behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “I guess…” Jack presses soft kisses to my shoulder “we can share since she liked it so much.”

[neverinadream]

I Wanted You To Meet Her...Just Not Like This...

Summary: This wasn't how you were meant to meet John's daughter.

Pairing: John Marino x Fem!Reader // John Marino x Ex!Fem OC (Ginny) <- only important for all of ten seconds

Requested: No (Requests Are Open)

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, nsfw for the first half, single dad!john, soft dom!john x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, good girl...), a little bit of hair pulling, fingering, oral (female receiving), interrupted morning sex, not edited

Notes: uhh...hi, this is my first time writing for john, not sure if i've done him justice, or if its any good, but this idea sort of comes from a dream i had the other week. anyway, i hope you liked it, feedback is always appreciated

"You're killing me here, pretty girl," John groans, hands pushing your knees apart, looking at you all splayed out for him on the mattress. You push up onto your elbows, watching his wild eyes drink you in, licking your own lips as he licks his, the corner slightly elevated at seeing your wetness glistening in early golden rays of sunlight. "Is this all for me?" He asks, brushing his thumb through your folds, grazing your clit at the top of his stroke.

You shiver at his touch. "Please, don't tease me," you beg, desperate and needy for him. Your head shakes from side to side, a whimper spilling from your lips as he repeats his last movement, slowing down as he brushes over your clit. "Please, John," you whine, squirming your hips, bucking them up off the bed, "I'm too tired to be teased."

"Just a little more," he whispers, stroking his fingers through your wetness, his cock twitching as he sinks one finger inside.

He bites his bottom lip, swallowing a groan, watching his finger withdraw from the tight warmth of your cunt. All mine, he thinks, sliding his finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

"So tight," he murmurs, pulling his finger out with a pop, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smug grin, "guess I need to stretch you out some more."

He adds a second finger, your elbows giving way and your back collapsing onto the mattress as your eyes close shut. His movements are slow, dragging his long fingers along your walls, curling to reach the right spot. And you whine loudly to voice your protest, pulling an amused chuckle from out of him, the sound vibrating across you like electricity.

"Johnny, please-!" Before you could finish, he lowers his mouth onto your heat, lapping and swirling his tongue against your clit. Your thighs lock around him and your back arches away from the bed, a loud moan ripping from the back of your throat. "Fuck," you breathe out, trying to catch it before another moan escapes. You fist one hand into his hair and tug on the dark curls, "don't stop."

The corners of his mouth twitch, his grin pressed against you. "Never would," he mumbles, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking so hard that you squeak.

He glances up, finding your free hand pinching at one of your nipples and groans, rutting his hips into the mattress, seeking some much-needed friction against his steely length. "Good girl," your clit leaves his mouth with a pop and he stays watching you, keeping his hips grounded, "keep playing with yourself like that."

You do as he says, rolling your nipple between your thumb and forefinger, hissing inwards as you pinch and twist the sensitive nub.

"John." You tug on his hair, managing to pull him away, whimpering as he removes his fingers, leaving you to feel empty. "You" you stutter, releasing his hair, "I need you."

He crawls up to meet you face to face, kissing his way up your body, following the curve of your body with his hands. To him, your body was like one of those marble statues, created and shaped to perfection, and something he always wanted to step back and admire for hours. He dips his head into the crook of your neck and softly nips at your skin, soothing the sting with a flick of his tongue.

"You need me?" He asks, coming to eye to eye with you. You nod, unable to force an answer out. "Then have me," he whispers, before sinking to meet your lips.

His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, his thumb caressing your jaw as his tongue finds the seam of your mouth. You sigh, parting your lips for him, tasting yourself on his tongue whilst it teases you.

He breaks away, distracted and chuckling as your hand strokes down his chest. "Where are you going?" He asks, pressing his forehead against yours, angling his chin down to watch your hand disappear.

You smile, biting your bottom lip. "Nowhere."

He gasps, hissing into a groan as you softly stroke your fingers over the crown of his cock. "Nowhere, huh?" He bites his lips, squeezing his eyes shut and bucking his hips to meet your slow jerks.

Abruptly, you stop, ripping your hand away like you have touched something hot, nudging John away as he buries his face against your neck, asking why you had stopped.

"John, stop," you mumble, something over his shoulder catching your attention. You push up onto your elbows and watch the bedroom door handle jiggle once and then a second time.

Someone was trying to get in.

On the third attempt, John finally looks over, nearly falling off the bed as he rolls to your side.

"Stay," he mumbles the command like he's ordering about a dog. You sit up and pull the covers tight against you, watching John dress in a pair of old gym shorts, the Devils logo faded from repeated cycles in his washing machine. "It's probably just the-"

The door swings open on the fourth try, revealing a small four-year-old, dressed in baby pink dungarees. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She shouts, her pigtails bopping as she bounces excitedly. She waves one hand in the air and smiles brightly up at him.

"Wheezie?!" He nearly trips over one of your heels from last night. "What are you-" He takes a deep breath and straightens up, a soft blush appearing on the tops of his cheeks. "What are you doing here?"

Your face burns with embarrassment. This was not how you wished to meet Eloise Marino, naked and in her daddy's bed.

She ignores his question, her tiny arms swinging by her side as she tilts her head, a big round pair of eyes staring at you with curiosity. "Who are you?"

"Uh..." Your voice trails off, your eyes darting to John for help.

"Wheezie-"

"I really wish you would stop calling her that!" Another voice enters John's apartment, filtering in from the hallway, whom you assumed belonged to John's ex and Eloise's mom. "Her name is Eloise, not 'Wheezie'." She says the nickname with disgust, appearing at the door with her nose wriggled and pointed off to the side. "Is it really that hard to call her the name we picked?"

You picked, John wants to say but rolls his lips together, deciding not to pick a pointless fight with Ginny. Instead, he glances at you, checking on you, giving you a small comforting smile as he watches you slowly try and hide yourself further under the covers.

His ex looks at you in horror, throwing a hand quickly over her daughter's eyes. "Very classy, John," she tuts at him, giving you one last look of disgust before ushering Eloise out.

John waits until they've gone. "I'm sorry," he apologises, walking until he feels his knees hit the bed's footboard. He fists his fingers through his hair, leaving the top dishevelled, and releases a frustrated sigh. "I promise you she's not meant to be here," he looks at the door and then back at you, "she's meant to be with Ginny this weekend."

You shake your head and give him a nervous smile. "I was going to have to meet her at some point."

"But only when you were ready," he counters, the corners of his mouth turning down into a frown.

"John, it's fine," you lie, taking your hand and rubbing it against your chest, thinking it could magically rub away the nerves. He arches his eyebrow, not believing you for a second. You give him another smile. "Go," you wave your hand, shooing him out of the room, "go see what's wrong and I'll just wait in here. You know, gather what's left of my dignity."

He chuckles, the soft sound calming you. "Okay," he comes to the side of the bed, scooping you up an old t-shirt and quickly kisses your cheek.

You drop your head into your hands and shake your head. "Is there really no one up there looking out for me?" You speak out loud to yourself, before pulling the t-shirt over your head, feeling less embarrassed now that more of you was covered.

Kicking off the covers, you swing your legs over the side and move quickly across the room, finding yourself a pair of John's shorts or maybe even a pair of his boxers. Just anything to cover your lower half with.

"This is meant to be your weekend with her."

You stop at the door, your head craning just enough around the door to see John and his ex standing at the end of the hallway. John had his arms folded across his chest and his back turned to face you.

His ex flicks her straight blonde hair over her shoulder and turns her head, her piercing grey eyes narrowed in your direction. Taking a step back, you hold your breath, hoping she hasn't seen you.

"Doug wants to take me away for the weekend," was all she had to say.

John scoffs. "Brilliant. And what have you told Wheezie?"

"Eloise," she snaps, correcting him. Her voice rises to a higher pitch to be heard over him. "Her name is Eloise. And she'll be fine - it's just one weekend."

"And it was just one weekend with Richard too," John bites back, doing his best to keep his voice down. Skipping a weekend wasn't a one-time thing you could only assume, shaking your head, feeling an unexpected sense of sadness. "You get her two weekends of the month, Ginny," John stresses, and you take another peek around the door to see him pushing his hair back.

"And? Am I not allowed to have relationships?"

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"What was I meant to do?" She talks over him, refusing to hear what he has to say. "Tell Doug no?"

John fidgets on the spot and drags his hand down his face. "Yes," he replies, irritation lacing his tone. His answer was short and straight to the point, but she didn't seem to get it.

She rolls her eyes and waves her hand to dismiss him. "Well, she's here now, and Doug is waiting for me outside, so you better say goodbye to your little puck bunny in there." She gestures to his bedroom.

"Don't call her that."

"What?" She scoffs, laughing at him. "You can't expect me to believe she's something serious? Eloise didn't even know who she was."

"Maybe that's because it takes me longer than a week before I think about introducing someone new to her," he deadpanned, refolding his arms back across his chest. Ginny looks startled, her already rouged cheeks turning darker. "Y/N is serious," he continues, and you smile from behind the door, "but we were waiting until she was ready to meet Wheezie, which you've ruined by pulling this little stunt."

Ginny's voice becomes nothing more than background noise as you feel a soft tug on the end of your t-shirt. Looking down, you find Eloise staring up at you, her eyes a mirror image of John's. "Hi," she smiles, two dimples popping out. She twirls one of her pigtails around her finger.

Bending down, you return the smile. "It's Wheezie, right?" She nods her head, the other pigtail swinging back and forth. "It's nice to finally meet you, I'm Y/N. I'm..." Gosh, this was new for you; how were you meant to tell a four-year-old that you were her daddy's girlfriend without actually saying it? "I'm friends with your daddy," you settle on, deciding it was the easiest for her to understand.

"A friend?" She tilts her head. "Like Uncle Luke?"

"Well..."

"Y/N is my special friend," John suddenly appears behind her, lifting her onto his hip with one arm. He gives her a messy kiss on the cheek and she squeals, quickly wiping it away with the back of her hand. "My very, very special friend."

"Like Doug?" She asks, looking at him for an answer.

"Like Doug," he repeats, nodding his head.

He glances at you, watching you straighten up, before extending his other arm. Your overnight bag hangs from his hand, and you take it from him with a half-smile.

"I missed you," he whispers to Eloise, turning his attention back to her.

"You saw me yesterday," Eloise giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I know," he nods, groaning as he continues, "but yesterday was so long ago! I was beginning to forget what you looked like." He nuzzles his face into her chubby neck and jolts back, wriggling his nose up and pinching the end. "Have you always smelt that bad?"

She giggles some more, squealing, "silly Daddy!"

John looks at you and then back at Eloise. "So," her pigtails bounced as he adjusted her on his hip, a soft groan escaping as she pokes her finger against his jaw, "what are we doing today?"

You arch your brows. "We?"

"Yes," he smiles, looking once more at Eloise, who was pulling one of her pigtails forward, trying to look at her hair. You roll your lips, but you can't hide your smile as you watch the joy of childlike wonder fill her expression. "Me, you," he snaps your attention back to him, just in time to see him nod at her, "and her."

You grip your overnight bag tighter and shrug your shoulders. "I don't know, what are we going to do today?"

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[turcott3]

all star break

john marino x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, pet names, oral male receiving, unprotected sex, and ofc fluff

masterlist

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you laid out on the beach all day with your fellow girlfriends while all of the boys played out in the water like kids.

“nate really forgot sunscreen again, look at him.” nate’s girlfriend speaks up.

“he is looking redder than a tomato.” you laugh anxiously, not recalling john putting any on either. after a few more hours of laying out in the sun, you pack everything up and head back to the house, the walk being as humbling as it could be.

“baby you looked so good in your bikini.” john says tickling your sides as he shuts your bedroom door.

“and you need to wear sunscreen mister. you’re gonna look like nate by tomorrow if you don’t. no more of that ‘i don’t need it’s bullshit.” you say shoving his hands away from you as you laugh.

“i did put some on, i guess i just didn’t do a very good job of applying it.” he sighs.

“or reapplying.” you say and he laughs.

“listen i want to date a man not a fucking tomato.” you giggle as he tackles you onto the bed, peppering kisses all over your face with his hands placed firmly on your sides.

“baby stop, we’re gonna get sand in the bed.” you laugh, truthfully not wanting him to stop.

“you’re no fun.” he pouts pulling away, walking towards the bathroom.

“im going to shower.”

“good you stink.” you say and he flips you off. you and john’s relationship was a lot of bullying but a lot more love which was more than you could ever ask for. you laid in bed on your phone until john emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

“how was the shower?” you ask sitting up, your eyes landing on his fit physique.

“it was great, would’ve been better if you came with but you know whatever.” he says digging into his clothes.

“you didn’t invite me so i stayed here.” you reply, walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back before he turns around using a hand to guide your lips to his. you tried to deepen the kiss but you were hesitantly denied.

“go shower baby.” he says, his hand still holding your face, his eyes wandering all over your face with love.

“okay.” you say as he kisses you one more time before letting go of you and turning back around.

“john.” you say turning around before entering the bathroom.

“yes?” he says pulling a shirt over his head.

“i love you.”

“i love you too honey.”

“good just had to double check.” you giggle shutting the door to the bathroom behind you.

-

the next morning you woke up bright and early, prepared for another long beach day.

“j, wake up.” you say shaking him, the skin of his shoulders warm to the touch. he groans rolling over to face you.

“you’re burnt my love.�� you say running your hand gently over his cheek, brushing your hand through the hair on the side of his head.

“i know, i can feel it.” he groans stretching out before leaning up on his elbow to greet you at your level.

“good morning.” you smile lightly as he leans in to peck your lips before rolling out of bed.

“breakfast?” he asks turning around before exiting the room.

“please.” you reply.

“you got it.” he simply states, walking out of your bedroom for you to get changed. once your next bikini is on under one of the many shirts you’ve stolen from john, you exit the room and enter the kitchen, watching your boyfriend hard at work.

“smells great babe.” you say sitting at the bar.

“good because it’s almost ready.” he smiles cheekily at you, a blush spreading over your face quickly. he plates your food setting it down in front of you before playing his own and sitting down in the seat next to you. you sat eating your breakfast and talking for a while, loving the amount of quality time you were actually able to spend with him, given the season typically doesn’t allow it.

“i think they’ll be ready to go soon, i need to change.” he says setting both of your plates in the sink.

“and put on sunscreen.” you smile reminding him.

“i’ll let you do it, since i don’t do it good enough.” he says in a mocking tone.

“sounds good to me.” you reply as you followed him into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

“these?” he asks holding up a pair of navy trunks littered with tiny watermelons.

“yep.” you reply. without another word he slides him pajama pants off, pulling the swim trunks on right after.

“and done.” he smiles, kissing you on the head in passing to grab the sunscreen.

“here you are madam.” he says, handing you the bottle.

“turn around i’m doing your back first.” you say, opening the bottle and squeezing some onto your hand. carefully, you work the cream into his back, thoroughly coating the red tint near his shoulders.

“have you considered being a masseuse that feels fucking incredible.” he says, his hesd tilting back in pleasure.

“can’t say i have.” you giggle, clearly sensing the tension in the room rise. once you finished working on his back, you asked him to turn around which he did. you look up at his face, his eyes already locked on yours. you squeeze more into your hand, slowly lathering it on his chest, his breath hitching as you worked your way down his abs.

“what’s got you so worked up huh?” you ask, your face inching closer to his. all he does is shake his head in response and you giggle, wiping the excess onto your thighs as you drop carefully to your knees.

“y/n-“

“i’m getting your legs john, chill.” you say, clearly having an ulterior motive. you work carefully rubbing the cream into his legs, allowing your fingers to occasionally find their way under the leg of his trunks, his muscles twitching occasionally.

“is it me or is it hot in here?” you ask, removing your shirt, revealing your newest swimsuit addition to him.

“fuck.” he says as his head falls back.

“what’s the matter baby?” you say standing up, your hands running up his chest.

“you.” he says looking back down, his curls falling onto his forehead.

“awe, i’m sorry.” you smirk, spitting on your hand, sneaking it into his trunks, taking his hard cock into your hand. stroking it slowly, feeling every inch of it in detail.

“fuck y/n.” he says, pulling you by the back of your neck, colliding your lips hastily. you pull away slowly, keeping eye contact as you sink to your knees, pulling the waistband of his trunks down, freeing his dick from constriction. his breath hitches as your mouth makes contact with his tip, your tongue running across his sensitive head. with the help of your hands, you take him all into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. you feel his hand gather your hair to keep it out of the way as you bob your head up and down at a quick pace, eventually removing it with a pop as spit webs from your lips. anxiously, he pulls you up to his level, attaching your lips again not caring that his dick was just deep in your throat.

“john.” you whisper as he directs his attention to the sensitive skin on your neck. his fingers carefully untie the knot on the back of your already strapless top.

“john.” you say again and he backs away looking at you with a questionable expression.

“i want you to fuck me.” you whisper into his ears, sinking from your tiptoes from his ear. it’s like his brain kicks into high gear, picking you up and tossing you on the bed, crawling over you again.

“so gorgeous.” he smiles at you kissing you again. quickly, you remove your bottoms, leaving both of you completely naked now. he positions himself between your legs, running his dripping tip through your folds teasingly.

“john please.”

“relax baby.” he says lowly before pushing himself into you, leaning over reattaching his lips to your neck. his thrusts were hard and deep, sending you spiraling into a moaning mess. your nails dig into the burnt skin on his back as your legs hooked around his hips, digging your heels in like you’re telling him to go faster without words. he picks up his pace rhythmically, going from slow to quick seamlessly. his dick was bigger than any guy you remember fucking in highschool, it practically blew your mind how quickly he could make you reach your edge.

“god you feel so fucking good.” you muster up the words, your hands finding their way to either side of his head that hovered above you, bringing your lips together. you craved his kiss more than you’d ever craved anything in your life.

“shit, i love you.” he says grunting pulling away as he presses down lightly on your lower stomach where it bulged with each of his thrusts, the pressure you felt as he hit your cervix now more escalated.

“john.” you say practically in a whisper.

“what is it baby?”

“i’m gonna come.” you say, practically seeing stars as your wet walls clenched tightly around him.

“come for me y/n.” he replies, you edging closer to your climax each second.

“fuck oh my god.” you say as the knot unravels in your abdomen, sending shockwaves through your body as he coated your walls with his milky climax. he pulls out of you, rolling over to lay on your left side.

“god you’re incredible.” he says, leaning up to kiss you deeply before running to grab a clean towel to wipe the mess he made between your legs. you winced at the contact as your core was swollen and dripping with the mixture of your climax and his.

“shhhhhh you’re okay baby.” he says running a loving hand up and down your thigh, noticing your legs still shaking.

“i don’t think i’ve ever come that much the entire time we’ve been together….. or just ever in general.” you say as he takes his place next to you once again.

“wow i’m hurt.” he says sarcastically.

“bitch that was a compliment.” you laugh smacking his arm.

“i know, i was messing with you. thank you baby.” he says kissing you sweetly.

“shit we’re gonna be late for the beach.” he says checking the clock again and getting out of bed.

“they can go, we can meet them there. i’m not ready yet, come back.” you say and he returns to you, laying his body between your legs and head on your chest. your hands found their way into his beautiful brown curls, scratching his scalp lightly.

“it makes me sad that we can barely have days or nights like these during the season.” you say lowly, only to be answered with a light snore from your boyfriend, a light giggle coming from you in response.

“i love you too johnny.” you sigh, covering the two of you with the comforter.

-

[leaentries]

i feel like john marino would soooo have a size kink because that man is so big 🤭 he’d especially love the way his hand looks on a throat…

he’s such a cutie most of the time, but we have ALL seen how aggressive that man can be

he kind of pins me as the type who doesn’t realize how BIG he actually is, until you’re literally writhing beneath him because he’s too much

but when he does realize the size difference, this man is absolutely FERAL. i mean practically frothing at the mouth.

he still seems like a softie to me, so he might be a bit hesitant to do anything that could possibly hurt you, but if you’re okay with it then who is he to deny you 🤷‍♀️

he loves loves loves loves loves to have you begging for him to stop bc he’s already made you cum 4 times

overstimulation 🤝 john marino

[eyesthatroll]

birthday boy | john marino

pairing; jm6 x fem!reader

warning(s); smut, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!!) cursing, 18+ i kinda suck at writing smut sooo

word count; 0.9k

summary; birthday sex for the birthday boy

you’re in the middle of a conversation with ayla, one of the other wags, when you feel cold hands wrap around your waist from behind. “hi, j.”

he hums in response, his head burrowing in your neck. “mind if i steal her for a bit, ayla?”

ayla graciously nods her head, giving you a cheeky, knowing smile before leaving with her drink in hand.

you turn around, facing your boyfriend as he steps in closer, caging you against the small table that hits the small of your back.

"i missed you." he murmurs, his hand moving to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

you smile, your head tilting to the right. "i'm right here, birthday boy."

john lets out an exasperated sigh. "haven't seen you all night."

you playfully pushed at his chest. "it's only been an hour."

"what if i want you all to myself on my birthday?" he asks, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip.

you lifted your arms, wrapping them around his neck, your fingers beginning to absentmindedly twist the hair that curled at his nape.

john's leans down towards you, his forehead now resting on yours. "baby?" he whispers, his breath smelling of mint and crown royale.

you hummed in response.

john groans, closing the gap between your lips. his lips move in sync with yours, his hands pressing into your waist. the party surrounding the two of you long forgotten.

you pull apart from him, chest heaving and lipstick smudged. you use your thumbs against john's swollen lips, attempting to rid him of the redness that transferred from your lips. "let's get out of here." he whispers.

you feel a familiar pool of wetness at his words, and you fought the urge to clench your thighs together, needing to relieve some tension.

"john, we can't leave your birthday party early." you tell him, laughing softly.

he looks down at you, his lips forming a pout as his hands slide from your waist to your rear end.

"johnny-" your hands land against his chest, pushing the two of you apart.

"i'm going to freshen up." you tell him, removing yourself from his grasp.

it's a quick walk to the bathroom, your phone held up to your ear as if you were making a call, just so no one would stop and pull you into a conversation.

once inside, you barely have a chance to shut the door before john is stepping inside the small bathroom with you, locking the door. immediately, his lips are on yours again, hot and wanting and full of passion.

his hands grasp your thighs, pulling you up into his hold as he backs you into the wall.

his lips detach from your mouth, and press into your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your exposed chest. "j-john." you gasped, pulling at the roots of his hair.

you wanted more of him, you needed more of him.

'i want-" john sets you to your feet, interrupting your words with his lips.

you breathed a moan into his mouth, struggling to keep your balance.

your hands move to undo his belt, an unsuccessful try that has you groaning in frustration.

john chuckles at your display, breaking apart from you to unbuckle his belt. his pants hit the floor with a clink.

you scrunched your black satin dress over your waist, as john moves to push your panties to the side.

“oh fuck.” he halts his movements.

your brows furrowed, but you moved to slide down his boxers nonetheless.

his hand grabs yours. “i don’t have a condom.”

whining, you reached out for him again. “don’t care.”

he looks hesistant, his cheeks flushed and eyes dilated.

“please, johnny..”

he caves at your begging, and lines himself up at your entrance, sliding his tip through your folds a few times.

"no teasing.." you begged.

"relax, baby." john rolls his hips into you, giving you little time to adjust to his size.

you gasped at the feeling, your eyes closing involuntarily.

john pulls out of you completely, readjusting his hold on you before thrusting into you again, hard and deep, completely bottoming out.

you thanked god for the somewhat loud music playing outside. the sound of skin slapping together and your moans weren't something that you wanted anyone else to hear.

"johnny, i-i need you." you're a stuttering mess, your brain not even processing what you were saying.

"i'm right here, baby." john quickens his pace, his right hand reaching down to toy circles around your clit. "right here."

you feel a familiar burning in your stomach, and it's seconds before you feel yourself become undone. "oh-oh my god!"

john doesn't falter his pace, continuing his thrusts as he chased his own high and rode out yours.

"please cum inside me, johnny, please." you rasped.

john brings his lips to yours, moaning into your mouth at your words.

“want it so bad, johnny.”

he knows he should pull out, but the way your begging him to cum inside you is absolute music to his ears, and he can’t help but fall over the edge.

he lets out a strangled groan, falling into you as he pumps you full of his cum.

your hands are in his sweat stricken hair, tugging harshly at the roots as he finishes himself through his orgasm.

he pulls out of you with a wince, and you shivered at the feeling of cold emptiness. "happy birthday, babyboy."

john smiles down at you, leaning down to kiss you again. "love you so fucking much." he mumbles against your lips. "let's get you cleaned up, sweet girl."

mari speaks! need him so bad. that’s it. hbd babyboy.

[hischierdevils]

can you pls write some johnny birthday smut?

“Happy Birthday.” You tell Paul and John as you present them with the small birthday cake you had made for the two of them.

John smiles at you as Paul looks at the cake with both of their names on it. “Thanks baby.”

“Yeah, thanks y/n.” John’s twin smiles at you as your boyfriend leans over to kiss your forehead.

Since the hockey team Paul works for is in the conference finals, you and John flew to Vegas so they could spend their birthday together.

“Make a wish.” You respond so the two of them will blow out the candles on their cake. You take a picture of them as they do.

“We’ll, I’ve gotta get to the arena. I’ll see you guys at the game.” Paul says. He sets the cake down on the counter and pulls you into a hug. “Thank you, y/n.”

“Of course, Paul.” You smile. “We’ll see you later.”

“You didn’t have to do that, baby.” John tell you once Paul leaves. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close. “You being here is enough.”

You smirk as he bends down to kiss you. “There is something else I want to give you too.” You say against his lips.

“Oh yeah?” He sees the mischief in your eyes and tilts his head curiously. “What is it?”

“I was going to give it to you after the game…” You lower your hands to his jeans, popping the button open before he has time to register what you’re doing. “But since it’s your birthday, I’ll give you a little preview now.”

“Y/n.” Your name falls off his lips like a plea as you sink to your knees on the kitchen floor. “This is my brothers place-“

He stops talking as you slowly unzip his jeans and palm him over his boxers. “He’s not here, Johnny.” You look up at him through your eyelashes to find him staring at you in amazement. “Let me make you feel good.”

“Baby...” His eyes glaze over as you spring him free from his boxers. He’s already semi-hard so you pump him a couple times in your hand as you smile at him.

“I love you, birthday boy.” You put your mouth on him before he can respond. He lets out a moan and tangles his hands in your hair as you take his entire length into your mouth.

You use his thighs to stabilize yourself as you let your jaw adjust to his thickness and then you starts bobbing up and down as you circle your tongue around him.

His erections grows as you work your mouth over him, turning him into a whiny mess. You pull your mouth off of him with a loud pop and smile up at him as spit rolls down your chin. “Are you going to cum for me, Johnny?”

His eyes are dark as he watches you, licking his lips as he thinks of all the things he wants to do to you instead of going to the hockey game. “In your mouth?”

You nod and guide him back into your mouth. His tip is leaking pre-cum already so you know he’s close. “Fuck my mouth.” Your voice vibrates around his cock and he groans before gripping your head with both hands.

You relax your jaw as he starts thrusting quickly, chasing his high. “You’re my pretty little slut aren’t you baby?” He grunts as he uses your mouth.

You blink away tears as he continues to hit the back of your throat, pulling your hair just enough to give you pleasure. His thrusts become erratic and you take over, bringing your hand up to grip the base of his cock as you milk his orgasm out of him.

“Fuck, y/n.” He stills as he coats your throat in strings of his cum. Once he’s done, he pulls out of your mouth and gently helps you to your feet. “You’re the best gift I could’ve ever gotten.” He tells you before kissing your swollen lips.

[sc0tters]

Stay For A While | John Marino

summary: you’re all John wants so it’s about time he made a move on you.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v (unprotected), drinking, swearing, slight spanking.

word count: 2.43k

authors note: I know I’ve left this with a part two it’s just the request for of felt like it needed to be separated so I promise I’ll get the second part up soon! @babydollmarauders I’m a woman of my word so here is the John smut I said you’d be getting! I don’t know what it was about this one but I actually really did like writing it.

part 2

Mississippi summers were always your favourite.

Endless amounts of sweet tea and bonfires with friends were exactly what you needed to cleanse your soul from the stress that the rest of the year brought you. Usually you just saw these nights as time to have fun, as a girl who wanted nothing serious intent on living out your twenties to the max.

But that all changed when you saw John, he had every girl in town weak in their knees as nobody could say no once he flashed his smile. Yet the real thing you loved the most about him was that he only seemed to have eyes for you.

From ignoring girls to wrapping his hand around your waist to show people that he wasn’t interested in anyone else. All of that was good yet you had gone to week three of knowing him and nothing had happened yet.

Lingering glances meant nothing as they were compared to the intricate thoughts that you had which ultimately ended with him in your bed. Part of you wanted to feel guilty as you thought that you liked him more him than he liked you.

Yet those worries washed away when his eyes lit up seeing you walk into a room “y/n you made it!” he’d cheer opening his arms up to pull you into a hug. Even as people fawned over him he still just remained the calm John that you knew, the John you grew to love.

No red flags appeared as you knew nothing about him besides for the fact that his name was John and he lived in New Jersey. Despite the little you knew about him it seemed to set your heart on fire as it all felt so freeing.

Tonight was just like all the previous nights as you all sat out looking onto the water “I think that’s my cue to go in too.” Clara yawned as she was hot on her boyfriend James’ tail “I’ll come in later.” John called out as he had been staying with them.

That left you two out on the camp chairs with nothing more than a cooler full of beers and the roaring fire. It made you shut your eyes as you rested your head in your chair letting the sounds of crackling wood soothe your mind “you’re so far away from me.” John’s complaint made you open your eyes again as you looked at him.

He sat six seats away from you with his fingers tapping on the rim of his beer battle “you could come over to me.” You proposed with your teeth catching your lower lip as you smiled.

It turned into a staring match until John sighed “I need to learn how to say no to you.” He murmured pushing his hands through his curls as he got up not letting his eyes leave yours as he made his way over to you.

You turned your body to face his as you stared at him “but where would the fun be in that?” You teased sending him a giggle as your fingers rubbed your arms attempting to get you warmer “c’mere.” John croaked out pushing the blanket that was resting over his legs as you two had gotten cold as the wind picked up.

Even though you wanted to play hard to get, the idea of missing out of the knitted blanket and the excuse to take in his cologne was too good for you to say no to “you sure?” Your voice was soft as you got up not wanting to seem desperate as you feared scaring him off.

John shook his head “wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t sure.” He was serious as he sent you a look ushering you closer to him.

His shorts were soft against the back of your legs as you smiled “you comfortable?” The hockey player asked wrapping his arm around your back.

You nodded looking down at him “you look pretty tonight.” You blurted out noting how the moonlight lit up his face “just tonight?” The boy quipped back causing your red cheeks to warm further.

Your silence was met with laughter “I’m just fucking with you y/n.” John smiled rubbing his thumb against your waist “you look gorgeous too.” He added using his free hand to grab his beer.

He noted how you watched him lift the glass to his lips “want some?” John offered tilting the glass in your direction. You accepted it a little surprise as you watched him bring it to your lips “trust me?” There was amusement in his voice as he waited for your answer “of course John.” You knew it was crazy as his eyes took in the sight in awe as he watched the beer go down your throat.

The hockey player let the glass go back into the pocket of his seat “what?” John noticed the way that your lips had opened letting your top teeth show through “I’m just thinking about how you’re gonna be gone soon.” You knew he was heading back to New Jersey for work soon so the concerns of losing the opportunity you hoped to have with him were weighing on your mind.

It made him laugh “I’ll keep in contact with you baby.” John cooed brushing his thumb over your cheek “can I kiss you?” You blurted out causing him to nod. He let his hand move the back of your neck as he brought your head down to his.

His lips were soft against yours as your eyes shut. John pulled your legs causing you to straddle his lap making your skirt bunch up by your hips as he ran his tongue over your lower lip “Johnny.” You moaned driving your hips against his.

The boy nodded letting out a groan “fuck baby.” John pushed his head against the backing of his chair as he looked up at you.

You smiled sending him a devious grin as you could see that his cheeks turned flustered when your movements didn’t slow “you’re gonna be the death of me.” He murmured drawing circles on your bare thigh looking at you like you were the only girl in the world in that moment.

Surprisingly your confidence didn’t waiver as you leaned down running your tongue over your teeth “and what are you going to do about it?” You mumbled hovering your lips over his as your noses touched.

John let out a soft gasp as his pants began to tug when his bulge pushed against the fabric “let you do it.” He groaned capturing your lips in a kiss once more.

The two of you stayed like that for a while until John’s hand moved to your ass squeezing the soft cheek between his fingertips “John please.” You begged resting your forehead against his.

Your panties had turned wet with him beneath you “look who is the needy one now.” The hockey player teased as you had now stopped your hips movements against him “now what is it that you want me to do?” His voice egged you on as it hung bait in front of you.

It made your eyes screw shut when his lips nipped at the skin on your neck “anything-” John clicked his tongue at your words “going to need you to be more specific than that now princess.” You had grown flustered as you stared down at him.

He smiled as he awaited your response letting his hands pinch at your hips “your cock or even your fingers fuck I don’t-” your complaint was short lived as John took the opportunity to cut you off as he kissed you.

It felt like a drug you needed becoming your new oxygen “I don’t think I can make it back to yours.” John confessed letting out a low laugh as the feeling of your lace panties against the pads of his fingertips.

Even as the sound of the water and the fire went through your ears, the idea of sleeping with John out there brought a whole new layer to the desire you already felt “I want you, right here.” You mumbled into his ear causing him to groan.

If you were anyone else John would have been ashamed for what came out of his mouth next but as you seemed to be in a similar mindset to him he truly didn’t care “god I need you.” The hockey player grunted as your hands reached beneath you to undo his shorts.

The soft traces your fingers made were agonisingly slow “move faster before I make your speed up, fuck y/n.” John’s eyes screwed shut as you pulled his cock from his boxers “like it when you threaten me.” You teased sending him a dazed smile as you ran your hand up and down his cock pumping it a few times.

Wind whooshed around you both but neither one of you seemed to care as you were both focused on how you pulled your panties to the side with too much alcohol in both your systems to even care about using a condom. Which was probably for the best because John had made the mistake of not bringing any along for the trip “god you’re soaked!” You rubbed the head of his cock against your clit letting it spread your wetness up your slit “all for you.” You gasped teasing yourself as you only let your cunt swallow half of his cock.

But John didn’t like that as it caused him to use his hands that were on your hips to guide you through bottoming him out “fuck!” You cried as you were forced to quickly adjust to his size.

That noise was your face scrunched up was the best ego boost that he could have ever gotten as you tapped his arm “please J,” you whispered beginning to move your hips again.

It felt perfect as though you were made for him as your body began to loosen up “there’s my pretty girl.” John cooed smiling as your eyes opened causing you to look at him.

His cock felt good as it stretched out your cunt letting him hit spots that not even your vibrator knew existed “so big.” You whined bringing your hips against his as you began to speed up “you’re taking me so well.” John let out a grunt as his teeth nipped at your bare collar bone.

Your outfit was standard for the summer, a cropped vest and a skirt “surprised I stayed away from you for so long with you in these.” His tone came in a growl letting his hand slap your ass “you don’t know how much I just wanted to bend you over any table when I see you in these stupid skirts.” Those words made your cunt clench around his cock as you gasped.

John moaned at the feeling “that’s what you wanted me to do wasn’t it?” His question didn’t have long to weigh on your mind as he used his free hand to lock onto the back of your neck “yes John.” You whined as the image of him fucking you on the kitchen counter of your lake house came to your mind.

It shouldn’t have been this easy for him and he knew that but with how responsive you were John truly couldn’t let the opportunity go “god this pussy is perfect.” He confession as you leaned down to kiss his neck in an attempt to suppress your moans “like it was made all for me.” As his hand went to lay another slap to your ass you moaned “all yours John, all for you.” You repeated as you placed your hands on his shoulders in an attempt to bring yourself more support.

His tongue ran over his lips when he realised that you were close “I’m gonna-” your cunt fluttered around his cock as you were dangerously close to your high “you’re gonna have to beg to come baby.” John blurted out making your eyes go wide “you’ve been a bad girl wearing these all week.” Somehow when you put on your skirts each morning you truly never thought that you would land up like this.

John showed you that he was serious though as he wrapped his hand around your jaw “please John.” You cried making him click his tongue in disappointment “it’s like you don’t even want to cum.” Those words made tears form in your eyes as the fear began one that could be real.

You shook your head “I do J, please.” You whined as the lace of your panties wasn’t helping your case rubbing against your clit “then beg properly.” Each word came out fully enunciated even though he would have barely enough energy to walk back to the house.

It didn’t take you long to start as your legs began to shake “I’ll be your good girl John I promise.” You offered pursing your lips together “please just let me come and I’ll make it up to-” you were cut off as a shaky moan left your lips.

John decided to finally have mercy on you in that moment “you can let go baby.” His words were soft as he realised that he was close to “right there John.” You pleaded using all of your energy to help yourself get closer to your high.

Even as you were outside the sound of your skin slapping against his roared in your ears “god shit!” You gasped as your body stuttered causing your head to collapse into his shoulder “fuck there.” John grunted as his come coated the walls of your cunt causing your vision to go cloudy.

You stayed pressed against his chest for a few more moments as you caught your breath “you up for round two princess?” John joked pressing a kiss to your lips “not on this chair.” Upon sitting on as your adrenaline dropped you realised how truly uncomfortable it was.

“I’ll go wherever you want me.”

Seven weeks later

It couldn’t have been like this. You had gotten a new job during the summer in an attempt to get a fresh start and this was not a fresh start at all “shit!” You cried out seeing that the tests came back with two clear lines.

That meant that not only were you pregnant, you also hadn’t spoken to the baby daddy in six weeks.

So now you were left with the giant task of finding your John when you had no way of contacting him.

[hd-junglebook]

On Thin Ice

Part 1 - Word Count 1822

Part 2

Best Friends Brother/Forced Proximity

The pulsing bass of the music reverberated through the dimly lit club, bodies moved in rhythm on the crowded dance floor, bathed in the kaleidoscope of lights that flashed overhead.

At the center of it all stood Y/n, perched behind the sleek bar, expertly mixing drinks with a practiced hand.

Her eyes scanned the room with a cool detachment, taking in the eclectic mix of patrons who frequented the club night after night. Some were regulars, seeking refuge from the monotony of their daily lives, while others were newcomers drawn in by the promise of excitement and escape.

Among the throng of revelers, one figure stood out from the rest. Tall and confident, with a mischievous glint in his eye, was Jack Hughes, the famous hockey player whose presence seemed to command attention wherever he went. He was surrounded by his teammates, their laughter mingling with the music as they enjoyed the music.

Y/n watched them from afar, unimpressed by the spectacle they created. To her, they were just another group of entitled athletes looking for a good time.

But little did she know, Jack had already set his sights on her, intrigued by the challenge of winning over the one person in the club who seemed immune to his charms.

With a confident stride, she reaches their table and addresses the group with a professional smile. "Good evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you tonight?" she asks, her voice steady despite the loud music.

The other players eagerly place their orders, but Jack remains silent, his gaze fixed elsewhere as if she doesn't even exist. Y/n clears her throat, determined not to let his dismissive attitude get to her. Locking eyes with Jack, she holds his gaze, silently challenging him to acknowledge her presence.

After a moment, Jack finally meets her gaze, his expression guarded. Y/n holds his stare, refusing to back down. She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a low murmur.

"Is there something I can help you with or are you just here to ignore me?" she says, her tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

The other players begin cracking up amongst themselves, sensing the tension between Y/n and Jack. Jack's lips twitch with the hint of a smirk, intrigued by Y/n's defiance, not expecting her to address him so boldly.

"Surprise me," he finally replies, his voice low and husky.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Alright then, consider it done," she says, before turning on her heel and heading back to the bar to prepare their drinks without a second glance. Y/n could hear them laughing even from behind the bar.

She steps behind the bar, the familiar rhythm of the club pulses through the wooden counter beneath her hands. She leans in, her movements fluid and practiced as she retrieves the necessary bottles from the shelves. The scent of alcohol and sweat mingles in the air, a constant backdrop to the cacophony of sound that fills the room.

With a steady hand, Y/n pours Jack's drink, the liquid flowing smoothly into the glass as she measures out the perfect amount.

Despite the chaos of the club around her, Y/n's movements are precise and deliberate, a testament to her few years of experience behind the bar. She knows this environment like the back of her hand, and she thrives in its fast-paced energy.

As she finishes pouring the drink, she takes a moment to savor the sense of calm that washes over her. Y/n approaches the table once again, carrying the tray of drinks, she can feel the weight of Jack's gaze on her.

She sets down the shots for the other players, exchanging friendly nods and smiles with them before finally reaching Jack.

With deliberate care, Y/n places Jack's drink in front of him, her fingers brushing against his hand for the briefest of moments. She meets his eyes, holding his gaze steadily as she waits for his reaction. Jack's expression softens slightly, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features before he takes the shot glass in hand.

Their fingers brush again, this time lingering for a fraction of a second longer, sending a jolt of electricity through Y/n's veins.

"Thanks," Jack murmurs, his voice surprisingly gentle. With a simple nod, she returns to her duties behind the bar. She takes note of the two blondes leaning in close to each other, their heads bent together in whispered conversation.

They shoot furtive glances in the direction of the players' table, their giggles growing louder with each passing moment. Curiosity getting the better of her, Y/n approaches them with a quizzical smile.

"Everything alright, ladies? Need anything else?" she asks, her tone light but tinged with a hint of suspicion.

The blondes exchange a quick glance before one of them, a petite girl with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, speaks up. "Oh, we're just admiring the view," she says with a playful wink.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a half-smile. "Is that so? Well, I hear he has a thing for blondes," she replies, her voice tinged with amusement.

The girls look over at Jack, obviously trying to get his attention. This catches Jacks eye, and he quickly looks over at the two. Jack smiles a bit and then whispers something to his teammates. After he pulled away, they all began to laugh, he looked back at the drunk girls and smiles.

Y/n huffs out a laugh at the interaction before checking her watch, noting it was time to take her break. She headed straight to the more secluded area of the club, finding the lounge and plopping down on its couch. The soft hum of distant chatter fills the air, a soothing backdrop to her thoughts as she allows herself to unwind.

She takes the moment alone to relax in the quiet of the club before there’s a knock on the door frame. Y/n looks up to find Jack standing there, his grin wide and infectious as he meets her gaze. The sight of him catches her off guard, momentarily stealing her breath away.

With a playful twinkle in his eye, Jack saunters into the room with a casual confidence, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Y/n raises an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and skepticism as Jack enters the room. "Lost sweetheart?" she quips.

Jack chuckles, undeterred by her dismissive demeanor. "No, just looking for a moment to relax," he replies, his grin widening as he settles onto the couch beside her. Y/n rolls her eyes, her lips quirking into a half-smile despite herself.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" he asks, his tone playful as he tries to strike up a conversation.

Y/n scoffs, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes him up. "Working, if you must know," she replies, her tone clipped as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Jack's laughter fills the air, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Ah, the glamorous life of a bartender," he says, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "I bet you see all kinds of interesting characters in here."

Y/n chuckles, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You have no idea," she replies, her tone light but tinged with a hint of sarcasm. "Let's just say, it's never boring."

But just as their banter begins to flow, the atmosphere in the room shifts. One of the blondes from earlier stumbles into the lounge, her presence immediately commanding attention.

She teeters unsteadily on her heels, her gaze fixed on Jack with single-minded determination. Y/n can feel the tension in the room shift, the easy rapport between her and Jack faltering in the face of this unexpected interruption.

The blonde sidles up to Jack, her movements clumsy and awkward as she tries to capture his attention. "Hey there, handsome," she slurs, her voice loud and grating in the quiet of the lounge. "Wanna dance?"

Jack's smile falters slightly at the intrusion, his eyes flickering with discomfort as he tries to navigate the situation. "Um, I'm sorry, I'm actually in the middle of something right now," he says, his voice strained as he tries to politely decline her offer.

But the blonde refuses to take no for an answer, her persistence bordering on desperation. She reaches out to touch Jack's arm, her voice growing louder as she tries to coax him into joining her on the dance floor.

Y/n can see the discomfort written plainly on his face. Without missing a beat, she leaps into action, determined to rescue him from the awkward situation. "Sorry, but Jack promised me the next dance," Y/n interjects smoothly.

Jack's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected rescue, but he quickly recovers, shooting Y/n a grateful smile. "Yeah, sorry about that," he says, his tone apologetic as he stands up from the couch. "Duty calls, I guess."

With a quick nod to the bewildered blonde, Y/n and Jack make their escape, slipping out of the lounge without a backward glance. As they make their way through the club, Y/n can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of their excuse.

As they reach the crowded dance floor, Y/n suddenly becomes acutely aware of how close they are, the heat of Jack's presence sending a shiver down her spine. Clearing her throat awkwardly, Y/n takes a small step back, putting a safe distance between them.

"Well, that was... interesting," she says, her voice slightly strained as she tries to regain her composure. “I uhm need to get back to work.”

Jack's hand reaches out, gently catching her wrist and halting her in her tracks. She turns to face him, her gaze meeting his in the soft purple lights that cascade from above, casting a dreamlike glow over their exchange.

"Hey, before you go," Jack says, his voice smooth and confident. "I was wondering if I could get your number. You know, in case I need rescuing from any more blonde bombshells."

She quirks an eyebrow at his cheeky remark, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She tilts her head to the side, considering his request for a moment before responding.

"Well," she says, her tone teasing but tinged with a hint of approval. "I guess you're not gonna be my knight in shining armor after all." Jack chuckles, his smile widening at her playful jab. "I'll take that as a yes," he says, his voice tinged with relief as he reaches into his pocket for his phone.

But before he can enter her number, Y/n leans in close, her breath warm against his ear as she whispers, "It’s actually a no."

With a playful wink, she steps back, her heart pounding in her chest as she turns and walks away, leaving Jack standing there in the hallway, his mind reeling with the thrill of their encounter.

...

[babydollmarauders]

RIGHT HERE — JOHN MARINO

summary: in which y/n can’t let go of her situationship

warnings: NSFW!!! fingering, p in v (unprotected), substance use (weed), praise, sir kink

notes: inspired by Right Here by Chase Atlantic. this is 3.4k words even after editing, not proofread

“oh c'mon y/n, you're not seriously calling him, are you?” Kate's voice drifts over the edm song blasting from the speakers of the Hoboken club, her face painted in disappointment.

“he's not good for you.” Taylor sing-songs, attempting to pry the phone out of my hand, but i keep a firm grip on the electronic.

“how do you know that?” i rebut. “he makes me feel good.”

“yeah, for like an hour.” Kate rolls her eyes, finally wrestling the iphone from my hold, clicking the red button to end the call before it can even connect. “then we have to pick up the pieces after he inevitably leaves you alone again.”

she holds the device out of my reach, swatting my hands away with her other hand as i reach for it.

“y/n, we love you. we just don't wanna see you hurt.” Taylor coos, a hand playing with the ends of my hair. her doe-like eyes soften like her tone.

“we came out tonight for you to find someone else.” Kate reminds me, her stern voice a stark contrast to Taylor's. she glances down at the phone screen, leveling me with a stare before she hands it back to me. “two calls? really? get a grip, y/n, please. if he didn't answer the first time, then he doesn't want you tonight.”

“i don't want someone else. if i find someone else, then i have to teach them what i like.” i huff. “John knows my body and he knows how to please me. and if you aren't gonna support me in my... situation... with him, then i don't wanna hear anything about it.”

“we just want the best for you, babes.” Taylor chimes, clearly trying to de-escalate the situation.

“i'm going home.” i announce, stuffing my phone in my clutch and standing from the bar seat.

“going home? or getting in his bed?” Kate chuckles, sipping her drink.

“fuck off.” i scoff, walking away and leaving my so-called friends in the club.

it doesn't take me long to walk the fifteen minutes from the club to my apartment, one of the main reasons i had suggested that club tonight; but by the time i get up to my place, my feet are killing me.

ripping the high heels from my feet, i let my bare soles relax against the wooden flooring, heaving out a sigh of relief as i throw the shoes to the side.

i slump onto my sofa, opening my clutch and retrieving my phone. i just stare at it for a few moments, wondering if Kate is right. is three calls in a night too much?

it doesn't take long for my mind to wander, thoughts of the ice hockey defenseman in between my thighs, flashbacks to the two of us tangled between my sheets, his fingers working wonders against my heat as his lips attach to my neck. thats all it takes for me to snap, unlocking the device and clicking on his contact.

one call. i'll give him one more call. if he doesn't answer, then i'll just leave it for the night; try to get myself off or suck it up and go to bed frustratedly horny.

i listen silently as the phone rings with the outgoing call. once. twice. three times, before it connects.

“hey, pretty girl. three calls in a night.” his voice is raspy and slow. i can hear the faint voices of Jack and Dawson in the background of the other line, and just from those clues, i know what he's up to at the moment.

“please.” i can't hold back the whimper at the sound of him, clenching my thighs together at his teasing chuckle. “i need you, Johnny.”

“i'll be right there.” he replies. i can hear shuffling on the other end, the sound of keys jingling, and i assume he's stuffing them in his pocket.

“hey, Johnny?” i bite my lip, waiting for his voice again.

“yeah, pretty girl?”

“bring a blunt.” i tell him. he huffs out a raspy laugh, agreeing before he ends the call.

it's twenty minutes later that the sound of a knock echoes throughout my apartment and i get giddy, jumping up from the sofa and fast-walking to the door. i take a second to compose myself before i open it, John standing on the other side with a smirk.

“hey, baby.” he steps into the apartment, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “so which one are we doing first?”

“smoke.” i say, gesturing for him to follow me while he pulls a ziploc baggie out of his pocket, holding two blunts.

“you can start while i get changed.” i inform him, stepping into my bedroom with him hot on my trail. i look back to see him nod, snatching a lighter from the top of my dresser as i dig in my drawer for something sexy but comfortable.

i leave him sitting on my bed, the rolled object between his fingers, smoke drifting into the air from his lips. stepping into the bathroom, i get changed quickly, out of the itchy sparkly club dress and into a red satin slip nightdress.

opening the bathroom door, i notice the atmosphere has changed, the ceiling light off in exchange for my LED lights, a blue glow settling over the room.

John's eyes watch me hungrily, locked on the curves of my waist as i stalk towards the bed, kneeling onto the mattress and bending forward to steal the blunt from his lips, sticking it between mine. his gaze darts between my lips and my cleavage before settling on my eyes.

i crawl up the bed, sitting down sideways beside him, my legs thrown over his.

we're silent for a while, at some point telling alexa to play our playlist. we just enjoy the music, passing the drug back and forth a few times.

“my friends think you're bad for me.” i tell him through a choked laugh. he smirks, his hand rubbing up and down my bare thigh, causing me to clench them together, which results in a knowing look from John.

“baby, take a look around.” he remarks. “i don't give a fuck about your friends, or what they think. i'm the one right here.”

his response makes a pit settle deep within my stomach, a mixture of want and need.

i take a hit, hooking a finger under his chin to bring his face to mine, before letting the smoke drift from my lips to his.

pulling back, lust clouds his eyes and i let him take the substance from my grasp, settling back on my hands as he sets the small bit of leftover blunt on my nightstand. he turns back towards me, knocking my legs off of his and maneuvering to hover over my body.

he dips his head into my neck, pressing sloppy kisses against my racing pulse, his hand sliding up my waist and over my stomach before clutching at my breast, his thumb ghosting over the fabric that covers my pierced nipple. his touch elicits a moan to escape my lips, my hips bucking up to graze his.

“shhh,” he hushes me, pulling back from my neck to look into my bloodshot eyes. “be a good girl for me.”

his hand leaves my breasts to push my hips down, holding them in place against the bed. his lips return to my skin, trailing kisses up my jawline before he finally reaches my lips. the kiss is sloppy and slow, teeth clattering and tongues exploring. he sucks at my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.

his hand explores my body once more, this time sliding down my thigh before gliding back up, pulling my dress up with his touch. his fingertips trail up my inner thigh, causing a shiver to wrack my body, a whimper bubbling up my throat.

he reaches his destination, pulling my panties to the side and swiping two fingers through my soaking core. my hips buck up again at his touch, making him let out a dark chuckle.

“so wet for me.” he tuts.

“yes, sir.” i moan as his fingers brush over my clit. “just for you.”

“yeah?” he urges on, pulling my panties down my legs, throwing them off to the side, landing in a heap on my bedroom floor.

he brushes his touch over my heat again, drawing out another moan from me.

“please.” i whine.

“what do you want, baby?” he questions, scanning my face. “you want my fingers, hm?”

my head bounces up and down, nodding fastly.

“can you say it for me? use your words, baby. tell me to fuck you with my fingers.”

“please, fuck me with your fingers, sir.” i whine.

John seems to deem it enough begging, because he slips a single digit into me, causing a mix of a moan and a sigh to drop from my swollen lips. my eyes screw shut in pleasure, my jaw going slack.

he crooks his finger inside me, my hips grinding down onto his hand.

“more.” i plead, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me. he adds a second finger, dragging them lazily inside of me, his thumb now providing a pressure point to my clit.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.” my eyes flutter open at his command, locking with his. he holds that eye contact as his fingers pump into me.

the crude sounds of his fingers gliding in and out of my wetness fills the room, mingling with my moans and calls of his name. ready for something more, i grip his shirt, pulling on it and bringing his lips down to mine, engaging him in a deep kiss.

“please, John.” i mutter, my lips brushing against his. “i want your cock.”

his fingers scissor and curl in a 'come-hither' motion a few more times, the knot in my stomach growing, before he removes them, leaving me empty.

he brings his hand up to my face, his wet fingertips tapping against my bottom lip, and i open my mouth, letting him press his fingers on my tongue. the taste of me settles on my tastebuds and i suck around his digits, letting my tongue lap at them.

John lets out a groan at the feeling and the sight of me beneath him. he pulls away, his fingers leaving my mouth with a pop. standing from the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head while i scoot to the edge of the bed, fumbling with his belt.

he chuckles as i get frustrated when i can't undo it, knocking my hands away to remove it himself. pulling his pants and boxers down, his dick slaps against his lower stomach as he kicks them off.

my mouth waters at the sight, my pussy clenching at nothing but the phantom feeling of him filling me up, the remembrance enough to make my breathing speed up.

he bypasses me, climbing back onto the mattress and settling in the middle, slumped against the headboard.

“c'mere.” he insists, pulling me towards him. his hands grip my hips as he guides me to straddle him, holding my nightdress up just enough to put my pussy on display. “ride me like a good girl.”

i grasp his length in one hand, a grunt passing his lips at the feeling of my hand wrapped around him. my other grasps his shoulder as leverage to keep me up. sliding his dick through my folds, my back arches and i let out a shaky breath, mixing with his own groan at the feeling.

his right hand leaves my hip to slap my ass.

“don't be a tease, baby.” he warns. “sink this cock into your pretty pussy.”

at his order, i line him up with my entrance, lowering myself down slowly. my head drops back in content, gnawing at my bottom lip and letting out a muffled cry of pleasure.

his hand cups my cheek, pulling my face back to look at him. his thumb pulls my bottom lip from my teeth.

“let me hear those pretty sounds. let me know how good i make you feel.” he grunts out, his voice tight.

“yes, sir.” i comply, letting my moans leave my lips freely as i grind down on him, bouncing on his cock, leaning forward towards him in order to achieve a new angle.

he buries his face in my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and suckling on the spot he knows makes me squirm. his hands slide up my hips and waist, pulling at the satin and tugging the top of my nightdress down to free my tits. he grips them in his hands, his thumbs circling my perked nipples, before he pinches them, making me whimper.

he pinches and prods at the jewelry thats runs through my nipples, and i pick up my pace, grinding down harder and bouncing faster. he uses his hands on my chest to push me up, leaning forward to bring my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his teeth graze it. my back arches, a shiver running down my spine at the feeling.

“yes!” i call out, my hips stuttering as the knot grows in my gut once more. he picks up on my tell, taking this time to switch his mouth to my right breast as he thrusts up into me.

his tongue swirls my nipple as he sucks, and i clench around him. his hand leaves my breast to sneak in between us, using his middle finger to circle my bundle of nerves. he continues to thrust up shallowly as i bounce on him, and i can feel my climax quickly approaching.

his lips leave my breast and he looks back at my face, my eyes rolling back in my head at the intense pleasure i'm overcome with.

“look at you, taking me so well.” he coos. “such a good girl, aren't you?”

“yes.” i nod quickly, my hand rising to grip my breast in attempt to ground myself from the euphoria that's clouds my mind.

“bouncing on my dick like my own personal puck bunny.” he snickers. my other hand falls to his abdomen, and i can feel his abs tighten at the touch.

“yours.” i mutter out through the pleasure, his finger speeding up on my clit. “all yours.”

“who's pussy is this?” he uses his free hand to grab at my face, forcing me to look at him.

“yours.” i repeat.

“that's right.” he mutters. “this pussy belongs to me. only i can make you feel this good, isn't that right?”

“yes, sir.” i nod again, my eyes squeezing shut as i feel myself teetering on the edge, my movement stuttering again as i shudder.

he pulls me forward, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear as he whisipers, lust dripping from his voice.

“come for me.”

i let go at his words, my breath halting as my orgasm washes over me. my vision goes pitch black, stars dancing through it as he bucks his hips up, his finger never stopping on my clit as he fucks me through my release.

i open my eyes when i come back down to earth, panting to bring oxygen back into my lungs. but John is ruthless, flipping us over so that he hovers over me.

he plunges back into me, pushing his hand against my stomach, feeling himself deep within me. he thrusts fast and hard, grinding himself against my overstimulated clit.

i whimper, not sure if i can take any more, but he doesn't stop.

“one more.” he assures me. “you'll be fine.”

my fingers grip at his back, surely leaving red scratches down it as i attempt to pull him closer. one of my hands slides down to settle on his ass, bucking my hips up to meet his.

“that's it. you can do it.” he smirks, his words barely audible over the sound of our skin clapping against each other. my moans and whimpers echo throughout the bedroom, tears pricking at my eyes from the amount of pleasure coursing through me.

“John.” i breath, the sounds of his grunts like music to my ears.

“yeah, baby.” he dips down to press a kiss to my lips. “i'm right here.”

i can feel his hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer and closer to his finish, and my own stomach gets tight as i get close to mine.

“come inside me.” i whisper against his lips. “fill me up.”

his pace falters at my words and he leans his forehead against mine. his thumb drops down to my clit, rubbing fast circles against it and my face goes red as i clench around him, reaching my second climax. he lazily pumps in and out a few more times before his lips part and a moan drops from them as he reaches his own orgasm.

he falls on top of me, both of us panting to catch our breath, his bare chest againt my exposed breasts. his weight helps ground me back to the moment, and it's only a minute later that he rolls off of me.

he lies beside me on his side, his fingers dancing across the red satin that covers my abdomen for a moment before he stands.

“i'll be right back, baby.” he doesn't bother getting dressed, walking into the bathroom to clean himself up, prior to returning with a washcloth, soaked with warm water.

he kneels on the end of the bed, prying my still shaking legs apart and cleaning me up with the towel, my hips bucking slightly at the feeling. he laughs at my movement, before throwing the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of my room.

pulling his boxers back on, he stalks out of the room, disappearing for a few minutes. he returns with a bottle of water and a granola bar, handing me both. once i have the items in my grasp, he pulls the top of my nightdress back up to cover my boobs.

as he climbs back into the bed, i scoot over so that i'm no longer in the middle of the mattress, allowing him his own side.

he waits for me to take a few sips of the water before he sets it on the nightstand for me. laying down on his back, he pulls me towards him and pulls my leg to rest over his abdomen.

we're silent as i eat the granola bar, his hand rubbing aimlessly up and down my thigh. i hand him the wrapper when i'm done and he sets it beside the water bottle before his hand returns to my thigh.

“John?” i whisper, scared to break the peace, and afraid of his reaction to my next words. he hums in interest, looking down to meet my eyes. “i don't wanna fuck around anymore.”

his brows thread together in confusion, no doubt thinking this was an odd time for me to call off our situationship after being so needy with him just moments ago.

“what do you mean?” he questions, his tone thoroughly confused.

“i mean, i want more.” i admit. “i need more. and if you don't want that too, then that's fine. but i need you to let go of this hold you have on me if you don't want more with me.”

he's quiet, staring deep into my eyes, and i brace myself for him to break my heart, but his next words cause my heart to skip a beat instead.

“i don't wanna leave this bed.” he confesses. “i don't wanna leave you.

“i really like you, y/n. and i'd really like if you'd let me be your boyfriend.”

a grin spreads across my face as i nod.

“yeah, i think i'd like that a lot.” i tell him, straining my neck up to press a kiss to his lips.

“good. now, you wore me out, i'm ready to sleep.” he chuckles, grabbing the remote to my LED lights and turninng them off, leaving us in peaceful darkness.

“i wore you out?!” i laugh, smacking his chest lightly.

“uh, yeah. you're a fiend.” he smiles, cheekily grabbing at my ass.

“me?! you made me come twice!” he waves his hand in dismissal at my words.

“semantics.”

“ugh, you and your big words.” i roll my eyes playfully, burying my head in his neck as he covers us with the blanket thats now bunched up beside him. “mr. Harvard graduate.”

“babe, thats not even a big word.” he laughs as i press a finger to his mouth to shush him.

“semantics.”

[huggybearhughes43]

Call me?

John Marino x Fem!reader

Summary- John is away for a hockey game against the canes and all he wants to do when he gets back to his hotel room is to call you, his best friend.

Warnings- smut, phone sex, masturbation (m), dirty names, Johnnys sharing a room with someone (😇), itty bitty daddy kink

Words- 1.1k

John had been so busy with his schedule with the NJ Devils that he almost never had time to spend with me. Us two had been best friends since High school then Harvard and were pretty much inseparable since then. Even his twin brother, Paul, considered me family. Today was no different for his lack of time for me. He traveled to Raleigh, North Carolina for a game against the canes. Growing up, I always watched the Canes because that was my family's team but now that I’m so close with John, Itend to only watch the teams that he’s currently on. First the Oilers, then Penguins, and now the Devils. 

Even though I am seven hours away from him at the moment I still turned the game on the tv and watched for John. The game was insanely tight and nerve wracking, going into overtime still 0-0, I knew John would be upset. What made it even worse was the winning goal, the winning goal that the opposing team got. The buzzer going off and sirens going off to let everyone know that the Canes won. I sigh softly and turn off the tv. I pick up my phone and text John to call me when he’s back at the hotel.

I go about my night, laying down for bed, scrolling through my phone in the darkness as I wait for my best friend to call me. I turn on a movie and in about fifteen minutes I hear my phone ring softly. I pause the tv and pick up my phone, my face being softly illuminated by the tv. John looked as if he had just gotten out of the shower, presumably in the bathroom with water dripping out of his curly hair. 

I spoke up first, already knowing how he felt about the game. “Johnny” I smile softly, “I watched the game. You played so well.”. He laughs and shakes his hair then runs his hand through it. He sits his phone on the counter and I become aware that he’s shirtless and just has a towel around his waist. I’m suddenly so glad my face is barely lit up, I knew he couldn't see my face change to a softer red color. “Didn’t play good enough.” he sighs then looks in the mirror, looking disappointed but then he looks at the phone and grabs it, walking out of the bathroom. 

“How was your day, y/n?” he asks in a hush whisper. His face could no longer be seen on facetime, only a dark screen. I just assumed the player he was bunnking with had already gone to bed and he didn’t want to disturb them. I smile softly and start off from the beginning, like John always told me to do. He always wanted to know every detail, boring, exciting, he always wanted to know if I met anyone new or if I saw a pretty sunset. He especially loved hearing about my days when he was away for a game.

“Nothing much, same old same old.” I start off, “I got coffee this morning then went straight to work…” I think for a moment. “Kinley”, my work best friend, “introduced me to her new boyfriend. He was okay I guess, she’s had worse. I got off of work early and went out to eat with my mom at this fancy restaurant down by the coastline.” I smile at the memory, “It was freezing.” I trail off. “I ate those leftovers for dinner and I watched the first two Twilight movies… I’m on the third one now.” I laugh softly. I realize that Johnny has gone quiet but he’s ever this quiet when I talk about my days, he normally comments all through it. 

“Why’d you stop talking?” He asks in a light, breathy voice. I knew something was up and I rolled my eyes. “Thought you got bored of my day.” I smile. “No. K-keep talking.” he tells you and you raise your brows. “I- um, well I mean I watched the game but other than that I didn’t do anything else. You did play well, Though.” “Yeah?” he asks breathlessly. “Yeah.” I responded, “You looked good in that fight too.” I tease and laugh softly. I hear what sounds like a whimper come from his end of the call. “You okay, Johnny?” no response, seconds later he lets out a soft groan. “Johnny?” “Keep talking” he nearly moans out, “Please?”. I finally realize what he’s doing. 

“You could’ve just told me”. Me and John never dated but we were each other's first everything. First kiss, first smoking buddy, first fuck, basically first everything that counts. I sigh and lay back down on my bed. “I could’ve sent you something to help you” I say confidently. “Fuck, y/n… you can’t just make empty promises like that.” He moans, then bites his lip so his roommate doesn’t wake up. “It wasn’t empty… still need help?” “y/n, baby, please be a good girl and help me.” He bites back another moan. “Yes, sir” I say jokingly and set my phone down and pull off my shirt swiftly. I lay back on the bed again but this time I angle the camera so I can show off my bare breasts this time. “Better?” I ask innocently.

He moans out a ‘fuck’ and groans softly. “y/n, baby, I wish I were there to mark those pretty little tits, to cum on them… such a good girl f’me, hm? Like being a good girl for daddy?”. I smirk mischievously, he hasn’t said anything like that since college and it made a pool of wetness form in my panties. “Love being a good girl for you daddy.” I keep my smirk as I move my hand up and squeeze one of my tits, pinching the nipple and rolling it in my finger. “Fuck Johnny,” I whimper, “miss you s’much, wish it were you here doing this f’me.” I slur my words and my lips form into a soft smile as I hear a raspy groan from his end and I knew he was close. “Come on, daddy,” I egg him on, “Cum f’me, pretend you’re cumming in me… god, I wish you were.” I bite my lip and look straight into the camera. 

The flash suddenly comes on his camera, and I get a clear view of his abs twitching as he cums all over his stomach. “Made me make a mess” He huffs teasingly. I laugh softly and readjust the camera as I put my shirt back on then I bring it back to my face as it was at the beginning of the call. “Johnny, baby, get some rest. You gotta travel all the way to Seattle tomorrow.”. He groans in protest, “What about you? There’s no way you aren’t horny right now.” “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me when you come home for the game against the kings, hm?”

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Yall, I kinda ate this one up

[sunkissed-zegras]

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!)｡⋆౨ৎ˚

❀ valentine's day blurbs ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

-> jack hughes

-> luke hughes

-> adam fantilli

❀ fluffy blurbs ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

-> post-game fluff w/ jack hughes

-> will smith being a thoughtful and caring king

-> meeting jack's family and them adoring you two

-> nico being tired and you comforting him (hurt/comfort)

-> comforting nico hischier after a tough loss

-> dress shopping with ellen hughes and your mom (jack hughes)

-> reading to adam fantilli (and him not paying attention)

-> aftercare with luke hughes

-> quinn hughes telling jack/luke about your relationship

-> shit-talking with jack hughes

-> jack hughes loves spoiling you

❀ angsty blurbs ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

-> before you lost the one real thing you've ever known (all too well, jack's version)

-> trevor zegras can't stop comparing his new gf to you

❀ smutty blurbs ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

-> jack hughes w/ breeding kink

-> jack hughes missing you after a roadie

-> soft sex w/ luke hughes

-> rough w/ quinn hughes

-> luke hughes puts his long fingers to use

-> quinn hughes is a munch (again)

❀ au blurbs ! ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚

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[leaentries]

would you guys like me to write some john marino content?? if so, send in some ideas! 🫶

[hmneighbors]

In honor of the hockey season coming to a close, here's all the top loaders I decorated this 2023-2024 season!