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thinking about raising your voice at johnb and he's putting you in your place...🤐🤐🤐

yessss yummmm omgggg!!!! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ warnings!! (pa!nal, orgasm denial, spitting, gagging, threats of spanking!!) ignore any misspellings lol sorry!! 🧁

when your boyfriend decides to punish you for stepping out of line he intends to see it through, most times he’s quite gentle about it, and other times he can be reaaally mean which basically means that he doesn’t give in to your whining and pouting. sure you were most likely just stressed or overwhelmed but in his eyes, that's no excuse for lashing out at him especially when you and john b had been working on using your words or expressing yourself through gentle physical gestures like hand holding, hugs, lap sitting, thigh humping…

this time around you had raised your voice at him during a seemingly normal conversation about what to eat for dinner which then somehow evolved into an argument about you being a little too friendly towards the guys you were attending to at your job.

“i hear what you're saying baby, but i hope you can see how i interpret it when those assholes put their hands on you or-or when you smile at them n’ lead em’ on.”

“no, you’re the asshole!! i’m was not leading them on i was just doing my job…but i can’t do my job if you come rushing in like some prince charming, i don’t need you to do that!”

“doing your job and flirting are two different things bub.” your boyfriend raises his eyebrows almost like he’s warning you to choose your next words wisely. completely disregarding the warning, you fire back at him.

“you could have gotten me fired! i hate you!” you shout, walking away from him and heading for the bedroom to slam the door. he knows you don't really mean it when you use those words with him but how else will you learn that speaking to him that way is just so disrespectful! not when he does everything to make sure you are happy, safe, healthy, and dicked down when you 'neeeeeded' it!

“no hey! take that back!” he growls, grabbing onto your wrist tightly to keep you from storming away further. when john b doesn’t get the answer he was expecting he decides enough is enough and picks you up n' throws you over his shoulder to take you into his room. “fine, you wanna be a brat? be a brat.”

next thing you know, your boyfriend's got your panties pulled down and he’s pushing his cock into your tight little ass without any prep. you gasp as he’s sitting you on it, “no! no more! m’sorry! i don’t wanna!” you cry and protest the punishment, digging your nails into the arm that is keeping your back pressed against his chest, sitting on his bed, split on his monster dick.

“mmm nmm, don’t wanna hear it now.” john b huffs from behind you, his cheek pressed against the side of your head. he brings his other hand down to play with your clit and give your pussy little slaps.

“said- i was sorry!” you whine, your cunt clenching around nothing.

“nope, lost your privilege to speak a while ago…” he brings his bandana up to your mouth and gags you with it, and you know better than to try and spit it out.

“such a spoiled princess, go on bubba, cry on my fingers.” he coos, now starting to finger open your sopping wet pussy with two of his insanely thick fingers. tears stream down your face, drooling and whining into his bandana in your mouth.

“so spoiled,” he groans, trying his hardest not to thrust up into your tight hole as he’s fingering you. the warmth of his body envelops you, his strength and size overwhelm you with emotions. just being close to him like this makes you want to take back every mean thing you’ve ever said to him no matter how justified.

"thaaaat's it, baby," he whispers when he hears how embarrassingly loud the sounds of wetness your cunt makes with each in-and-out motion of his fingers. “you hate me?” he asks knowing full well you couldn’t answer back with words.

“mmmph!” you shake your head and whine, gripping his big arms, nails digging into his skin. his fingers curl inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over and all you can do is sit with his cock in your ass and take it, drooling on the fabric in your mouth.

“yeaaah i know, we don’t talk to daddy like that do we?” he coos again this time a little more condescendingly, pressing wet kisses to your cheek repeatedly. you shake your head ‘no’ and continue to chase your orgasm on his fingers. and just about when you are about to cream all over his fingers from how hard the rough pads of his fingers are rubbing your clit, he slips his fingers out of your aching pussy and stops rubbing your clit.

“mmmph!” you cry as loud as you can into the gag.

“s’a punishment bubba, can’t let ya cum.” he sighs and presses a few more kisses to your cheek. he doesn't exactly enjoy denying you in any way but he had to stick to being 'mean boyfriend' to teach you this lesson. finally, he takes the bandana out of your mouth, revealing a string of drool connecting the cloth to your lips.

“you ever talk to me like that again n’ i’ll stuff a dildo in your ass and give you a good hard spankin’ you understand me?” he whispers and grabs your face with his big hand squeezing lightly “answer me please baby…”

“i understand…” you croak out quietly, brows furrowing at the throb of your puffy cunt and the stretch of his dick still inside your tighter hole.

“gooood girl, so proud of you,” john b switches back to being a little nicer to you and brings that hand from your face to your waist, holding you gently. “wanna get up now? no- okay that’s fine, we can just stay here for a sec.” ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“noooo…”

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

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

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

“uh huh!”

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

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

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

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

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On my boat? p2

Pairings- John B Routledge x fem!reader

Summary- John B comes crawling back.

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

A/n- part one incase you missed it

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

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

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

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

“Hey, I’ve been trying to reach you”

“I’ve been busy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sarah and I broke up”

“Oh… I’m sorry”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I miss you”

“You miss the idea of me”

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

“Stop John B”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am... I promise pretty girl”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s how much I need you”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit… babe-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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