Lamb!reader Is Rather Restless.

lamb!reader is rather restless.

“oh he just — that jj boy is such a character. his teasing is incessant, he picks on me constantly and he’s just so crass!” you dramatically pace around the elegantly decorated living room of your home, stomping your white mary janes across the rug.

your mother — carla limbrey sits in her chair, her crutch propped by her side as she stares exhausted into space, listening to your tireless rambles.

“so why do you spend your time with him then? why do you spend time with any of them?” she croaks slowly, clearly too tired for this conversation to begin with — her mind on more important matters.

“its just until i find my footing around the outerbanks and i can find some other friends. this jj boy is clouding my thoughts and even my prayers.”

your mother clears her throat, grabbing her crutch decidedly to leave the room to head to her office. by habit, you run to her side, helping her out of the chair as she finds her balance. before she goes to hobble away, the spindly woman turns to you, looking down at you from her stance.

“well then to me that sounds like you have a crush on him. open your eyes.” her voice carries that know-it-all quality that only mothers who know their children can possess and your face falls, a pout forming on your face as you watch her slowly but surely leave you with your own thoughts.

he bounces into the seat beside you the next day. sitting too close, arm wound around you too comfortably, smelling too much like the fresh open water he’d recently dived into headfirst. you squint, because he’d knocked you out of your thoughts and your fingers come up by habit to fiddle with your cross necklace.

“y’quiet today, little lamb. whassup?” he tilts his head and you huff.

“nothing, and you’re wet.” you shrug him off, feeling his warm damp skin leave its remanence on the back of your white dress.

“such a grump. y’know i thought you catholics were meant to be nice to everyone n’stuff. love thy neighbour…” the blonde wiggles his fingers beneath your chin and for some unknown reason you nearly let yourself smile. embarrassingly enough, jj notices this and grins himself. “t’aw, that tickle?”

“so inappropriate.” you let the smile pass through only slightly, too tired from running around with the pogues to fight it.

“yeah, you like it.” he teases, and your uppity glare returns.

“no. i don’t.” you argue, which only makes the boy laugh as you’re just too easy to wind up.

“then why’d you come here, huh? if you hate us sooo much, why are you standin’ there at the dock every day waiting for john b to roll up on his boat?” he smirks, leaning back victoriously. your mind shoots back to your mothers voice, telling you that it was likely you had a thing for jj and you audibly shake the thought off, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment. when you open them once more, you’ve composed yourself.

“you’re my friends. i just wish you’d stop teasing me. i am still adjusting to the way things are around here.” you speak honestly, and jj’s icy cold heart thaws ever so slightly. maybe he was being a little difficult. for the rest of the day, he eases up — and it doesn’t go unnoticed.

it’s that same night you’re back home, stirring a tea in the kitchen when your mother hobbles in on her crutch looking tired and haggard as usual.

“its late, you should be resting.” your forehead creases as your brows furrow, glancing up from the circular motion your spoon was making.

“i was having a conversation with a historian on the porch.” she sighs as she passes through. “i believe there is something out there waiting for you to collect.” she nods before disappearing to go to her bedroom. frowning, you take your steaming tea and pad out the front door in your little night gown, hoping no one was around to see you dressed indecently. at first you see nothing, but soon your eyes focus in on something sat on the first step up to your grand wooden porch. following the item, you sit on the step — placing your tea beside you and picking up the mystery item.

in your hand sits a small fluffy lamb, a stuffed animal. she’s adorable, with big black glittering eyes and a pink ribbon fashioned around her neck in a bow. attached, a small card.

in messy scrawl, it reads:

Sorry for picking on ya

You’re pretty cool, lamb chop.

— JJ :)

maybe he wasn’t so awful after all.

your clammy hands reach for the stuffed plush rafe bought you so long ago, squeezing at the poor lifeless thing. something you were absolutely sure you’d feel bad about when you snapped out of the delirious, ‘only rafe’ mindset your boyfriend broke you into.

it was pathetic and shameful, how easily it was for him turn off the switch in your brain. talented and skilled at molding you into a brainless whiny mush who could only focus on getting fucked.

“there you go, there you go. just needed some good dick didn’t you— acting all fussy for it?” he asks, the cockiness that dribbled from each word only dizzying you more. only making you want him more than ever.

a shaky whimper escapes you, your body shuddering in longing for it’s release. “wanna cummm!” you squeal, drawling out the long whine all the while throwing your ass back onto him, balls smacking against your own sticky skin. he hisses at the act, ringed hands squeezing around your hips tighter, holding you in place.

“well.. well you should’ve thought about that earlier yeah? when you were running that mouth?” he reminds, pulling himself back almost fully before drilling himself back in, warm cunt clamping around the intrusion.

a sad and devastating moan from you breaks through the squelching sound of your pussy. the knot in your stomach wishing to come undone. “stop being mean to meee,” you plead in a soft whisper, breath catching in your throat. “said i was sorry daddy,” you add, feeling like pure putty underneath him.

“too late for that bambi, too late.” rafe grunts, jaw slacking open when his cock twitches inside you.

he continues to push your limits, proceeding to make your ache for relief worse as one hand droops down to rub at your clit thoughtlessly. your shut your eyes tightly and let out a loud groan, legs shaking. “mmph! too much,” you wail pitifully, eyebrows scrunching together— lost in the bliss.

“cmon, tell me you can take it, i’ll stop right here.” he hums, adjusting you slightly to arch you more, trying to dig himself in you even further. “ohh,” you pout instead, whining only in playful resistance. “come on, speak up.”

you take a deep shaky breath, your need to please taking over. “can take it,” you mewl, leaky hole swallowing him like no tomorrow as his fingers work you up to a greater extent.

he slows gently, lifting one foot on the bed to inch himself closer to you — hot breath fanning over the back of your neck before pressing his lips down for a kiss. “good girl.”

for obvious reasons, this is so outlaw!johnb 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊

sorry for how I acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

Them: are you even paying attention?

Me:

ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!