warnings: light teasing, unprotected sex, john b is hung, size difference, praise, choking, belly bulge, breeding kink, fluff
you did just about everything for john b— keeping up with the trailer so he could come home from a long day of work and have a nice and clean space to unwind, cooking him hot meals that kept his stomach full, massaging the tension out of his back and limbs.. name it and you did it. and john b? well, he did just about everything for you too. he went to work and made enough money to keep the bills paid, along with giving you any amount you may ask for for your beauty appointments, but even more than that; he did what he was doing right now— and that was fucking you to tears every single night.
“you can’t be crying already, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, his hips barely fitting between your thighs, “i’m not even halfway in yet.” you cried out, your nails raking down his arms as he slowly kept pushing inside of you. with every single inch splitting you open, all you could do was lay there helplessly as his giant form seemingly towered over your own, his biceps being so prominent that you couldn’t even hold onto them for leverage. feeling so full and stuffed with cock already, you nearly screamed when he pulled out and fully thrusted back in, your mouth falling open as his tip nudged your cervix.
“john!” you shrieked, your velvety walls fluttering around the welcomed intrusion that was his length. fully wrapping his fists around your ankles, john b pinned your feet to damn near the back of your ears, this new position allowing him to go even deeper than before. with all of his weight keeping you lodged underneath him, you gave up any kind of idea of staying sane while he fucked into you, your brain going numb as you became a blabbering mess, the only sounds coming from you being half-broken sobs and pathetic little mumbles. without forming a single thought, you gazed up at john b as you took the thunderous pounding of his hips against your clit.
“so fucking pretty, ‘just taking me like this.” he slid in and out of you with ease, his length hitting the spot that made you see stars with every stroke. reaching up, you threaded your fingers through his curls and tugged him down into a kiss, both of you moaning into each other’s mouths as he moved his hands from your ankles to your neck. john b could cover your entire face with his palm if he wanted to, the sight of his knuckles wrapped tightly around your throat made his cock twitch, your toes curling as your back arched into his chest. tightening his grip on your neck, john b groaned as he stilled inside of you, giving you a moment to take a full breath.
“too much for you?” he laughed, watching the way your bottom lip trembled. “n-no!” you whined, running your fingers over his toned pecs. snaking his hands down your waist, he gripped your hips, pressing his thumbs down against the bulge of his cock in your tummy. “you gonna let me fill you up? ‘fuck some babies into you?” you clenched around him at the thought, your calves now resting on his broad shoulders. “mhmmm— yes, please, i want it!” john b was merciless on your cunt, your screams echoing throughout the trailer as the sound of his skin meeting yours reverberated off of the walls.
you two continued like this until he collapsed at your side, his arm draping over your chest as he held you close, your eyes fluttering shut while he spilled into you. “you’re perfect.” he whispered, tucking you into his side. you were all but dazed resting your cheek against his chest. “this night can’t get any better.” at his words, you laughed. “i don’t know about that.. i made steaks for dinner.” john b shook his head, letting out a heavy breath. “are you fuckin’ serious?” he laughed, lifting your chin and staring down at you, “i need to go ring shopping soon.”
thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
i just knowww that man is in tune with every one of your movements.
you're bounding round a corner too fast and john b sees the dip in the sidewalk before you do, his arms out and curling round your waist to redirect you with ease before calamity strikes.
he's the calm to your chaos, preempting every slip, soothing your frenetic rambles with a thick palm to your cheek, tucking your face snug against his shoulder as he coos to you in that low, placating voice.
when you get overstimulated - the group gets too loud, the lights are too bright and hurt your head, the material of your clothes makes you itch - he bundles you into the back of the twinkie and strips you bare from the waist up. he tugs his own tee over his head - looser on your frame and smelling like musk and sweat - and slips it onto your bare form, watching as you go lax and your posture slumps.
"attagirl. feel better now, pup?"
tying your shoelaces when you're too preoccupied wreaking havoc with jj to notice, forcing you to sit still long enough to check you over for hazards even as you bounce and fidget and bite your nails. you try to slip away a couple of times for fear of missing out on the action, only to be wrenched back down by means of his fingers twined round your ankle; yeah, your boyfriend is fucking strong.
whining when he traps you with a thick bicep round your neck and makes you sit, murmuring lowly in your ear until your brain starts to wind down and turn off, eyes growing heavy as you push closer into his arms.
you mewl sadly, calves winding around his own as you stretch lazily and tug at the hem of his shirt. he laughs good-naturedly and lets you herd him into bed like an overeager puppy.
his grip on you when he sleeps is like a vice; he has you locked tightly to his chest, a thick thigh wrapped over the backs of your legs to keep you pinned to him.
the rumble of his snores sends you right to sleep.
It’s a lazy afternoon walk along the beach, your hand tucked in John B’s, the breeze salty as the two of you weave between little stalls set up by local vendors.
You weren’t looking for anything, just wandering, just soaking in the sun and the soft lull of waves, but he stops suddenly in front of a stand strung with bracelets, all tangled colors and tiny beads and ocean-worn leather.
“Pick one,” he says, nodding at the rack with a grin.
You raise a brow. “For who?”
He looks at you like you’re ridiculous. “For us,” he says. “Matching ones.”
You roll your eyes but you’re already reaching for the strings, fingers brushing over a braided one in ocean blue. “You wanna match with me?” you tease. “That’s cute, John B.”
“You’re dangerously cute.” He smirks.
You try to hide your smile as he starts digging through the pile himself, inspecting each bracelet like it’s got to be just right.
He’s looking for something a little weathered, a little sun-faded, something that feels like summer. Like you and him and this whole messy, magic thing you’ve fallen into together.
Finally, he finds a pair. Simple leather bands with tiny shells threaded through. Nothing flashy, just something easy and soft and kind of perfect.
“Hold still,” he murmurs, stepping in close to tie yours on. His fingers are rough and gentle at the same time, grazing your wrist like he doesn’t want to let go. Once it’s secure, he holds out his own and lets you knot the other one onto him.
“There,” he says. “Now we match.”
And for the rest of the summer, every time your hands brush, every time you catch him absentmindedly running his thumb across the band, you’ll think about this.
First month of pregnancy with John b in a perfect world. He’s so attentive and comes into the room while you’re laying down.
He lays down right next to you, curling right up against your back and uses his big hand to push the hair away from you neck.
“Hey….hey how are you doing sweetheart.” He asked as if he didn’t just hear you throwing up your guts.
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah? I bet. Can you give me the not bullshit answer please?”
His quip almost makes you want to smile, but instead you sigh, his thumb has found your arm close to your shoulder and he started rubbing back and forth against your skin.
“M’really tired.”
“Yeah, that’s okay. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
He lays on his back staring at the ceiling. But his hand never stops touching. Either playing with the straps of your bra or rubbing at your back.
There’s so much to think about. Where the nursery will be. What to name it. How to teach it to grow up to be at lest an acceptable human being too society. John b has already sworn not to be like his own dad. Even as John b grew up he never felt important enough to love.
He swore he was gonna be there. He was going to teach life lessons that haunted his kid around forever. Memories that made one smile rather than contemplate.
“I want five guys for dinner.”
He heard you mumble after a little while, he thought you might have fallen asleep considering your soft breath, but he sits back up with a small smirk at you admission.
“Kie planted all those good vegetables in the back and you want to get fast food?”
“Yes”
You said it so simply, so convinced that he wasn’t going to argue, even though you and him both knew it would just come up later.
“Dontcha worry baby I’ll get you a burger.”
“N’fries?”
“So many fucking fries. They really really fill those bags up to the brim.”
Summary: The obx bonfire get a whole lot hotter when John B’s ex comes back to town from studying abroad - just in time for his breakup with Sarah.
Warnings: smut, google translations, swearing, drinking, ex!John B, unprotected sex, hair pulling, biting, scratching, hair pulling, general filth
Word Count: 3k | unedited (I’ve been in a funk - sorry if this sucks)
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Your return to Kildare wasn’t a surprise for some.
Your close friends, and family have anticipated your return since you told them a few days prior. You’ve been in France for the last year, studying abroad for school.
You’ve been kept up to date on the normal things. Your friend’s day to day lives, your father’s business, and so on. But one thing you were really interested in, was whether or not the ex you left behind, was going to be surprised to see you.
John B was your boyfriend prior to you leaving. It was a mutual decision, mainly because you both knew you’d be too busy in France, so you mutually ended things.
You were on good terms, and then a few weeks into your year, he pretty much ghosted you. It wasn’t until a few days later that you were told he was now seeing Sarah Cameron.
“Oh my god! Hi!” You ran to your friends, attempting to hug them all at one time, “It feels so weird being back here.” You step back, looking around, “How are you?”
“We’re so happy to have you back, there’s so much that we didn’t tell you because we needed to tell you in person!” Nicole sighs, “Oh I’m so happy you’re home.”
“How was Paris, the city of love?” Sloane giggles, “Meet any cute French boys.”
You smirk, giving them a shrug, “Je n’embrasse pas et ne dis pas.”
They both look at you and you laugh, “I do not kiss, and I do not tell.” You walk with them to the car, “Oh I cannot wait to sleep in my own bed.”
The girls laugh and you give them a weird look, “What’s so funny?”
“You’re not coming to the bonfire tonight?” Nicole asks, “It’ll be a great welcome home party for you.”
You shrug, “I’m kind of tired. Might just go to bed early tonight. You know, jet lag.” Sloane sighs, “I can’t hold it in anymore. We need to tell her.”
“Tell me what?” You look at them confused and Nicole looks back are you, “John B is going.” You raise your brows, “Isn’t he with Sarah?” You roll your eyes and Sloane cuts in, “Not anymore. That’s what we wanted to tell you. A few days ago, I seen Sarah walking around with Topper.”
“Topper!?”
“Uh huh.” Nicole nods, “They seemed really close, but I don’t know. That’s why you need to go tonight.”
Your mind starts going on about why he didn’t tell you, or even want to reach out to you. Why did he ghost you at all? A part of you did want to see him, but then another part of you wanted to just stay home, let him come to you, if that’s even what he wanted to do.
You made it back to your house after a car ride full of France talk, “Well pick you up around five. It starts at six.” You give them a nod, “Sounds good.” You huffed as you wheeled your luggage to the door.
As soon as you walked through the doors, your mom instantly ran to you, “There she is!” She wraps you in a tight hug, “Honey! Y/n is home!”
Your father comes out and you do the whole thing you did with your friends all over again. France talk, what you saw, what you did.
You managed to slip away up to your room, letting out a sigh as you lay on your bed. As you turn your head, you crack a small smile at the picture of you and John B that’s pinned to your bulletin board.
You sit up, reaching over to snag it from its place. You study it remembering all of the good times you had before you left.
Your phone went off and a part of you was hoping it was John B, to which, it was Nicole, I know it’s going to be a lot, but I just got word that Sarah and Topper will def be going to the bonfire.
You glance at the picture one last time before you text her back, I’ll be ready by 5.
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You stepped out of the car, hair blowing in the wind as the noise of waves crashing and people chattering fill your ears.
Sloane walks around and nudges you, “You’ll be fine.”
“I know.” You nod, “I’m just- being in France for a year, and then coming back here. It’s a change, really.” She nods, “I’m sure, but just keep your eyes on the prize, and that’s making John B’s eyes pop out of his head.”
You laugh as you nod, “Sounds like a plan to me. I need a drink.”
You make your way down the hill, the fire coming into view and someone turns on music. You dance around with your friends, laughing and enjoying the start of the night.
A little bit later, you notice someone sitting alone by the fire, a crushed beer can in his hand. You look at Nicole, “I’ll be right back.” You walk over to the cooler and grab two fresh beers before walking over to John B.
“You look like you need one of these.” You extend your hand out and his head snaps up to look at you, “Oh.. my god.” he takes the can as he stands up, “What- I- hi.”
“Hi.” You smile, “Long time no see, huh?” You open your can and take a sip. He stares at you, “I thought.. I thought you were in France?”
“le temps passe vite, John B.” You smirk and he shakes his head with a smile, “The only thing I got out of that was my name.”
You laugh slightly, “Time flies, John B.”
He takes a deep breath, “Yeah, sure does.” He tilts his head, “I, um. I owe you an apology.” You furrow your brows, “For what?” You fight back a smirk as he looks at you, “I think you know what.”
“Oh, are you talking about how we had a mutual break up and then a few weeks later you ghosted me to shack up with Sarah Cameron, kook princess?” You act shocked, “Yeah I mean, not like you couldn’t just tell me or anything.”
He looks around, “Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. She uh, we.. broke up a few days ago.”
“So I’ve heard.” You flick your brows up as you take another sip of your beer, “Sorry to hear that.”
He shrugs, “I don’t know what I was expecting, really.”
You sit down, “Yeah. I mean.. She’s pretty and all that.” You look over at him as he sits down, “You were left high and dry, so.. I get it.”
He shakes his head as he opens his can, “Not as pretty as you.” You roll your eyes, “Flattering me wont get you anywhere, JB.” You glance over at him with a smirk and he squints at you, “You sure?” You shrug, “I mean, maybe.”
“Well, in that case. Looks like I have a lot of flattering to do.” He chuckles and you tilt your head, “I don’t know, a lot can change in a year.”
“Ooh, can it?” He sighs, “Damn.”
You smile, shaking your head as you look at the fire. You look back at John B, taking in how he looks within the orange glow of the blaze, “Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I-“ he shrugs, “I don’t know, you were there, I was here.. I was stupid?” He laughs and you crack a smile, “I mean, you said it. Not me.” You take a sip of your drink and your eyes land on Sarah.
And she’s looking directly at you. You look back at John B, “Looks like we’ve been spotted.” He looks around, stopped when he spots her, “Yeah.” He looks over at you, “Come on.” He puts his hand on your lower back as you both stand up, nudging you to walk away.
As you make your way around to the cars, you hear Sarah yell at John B, “Really, John B?“ He turns around, “Aren’t you doing the same thing?” Sarah shake her head, “Topper and I are just friends.”
“Well then, in that case, y/n and I are just friends, so.”
You look from Sarah to John B and he nods, “Come on.” You turn, walking away with him and he points, “I can drive.”
“How much have you had to drink?” You look up at him and he shrugs, “One beer that JJ made me shotgun and a few sips of yours.” You nod, “Okay.” You get in after he opens the door and he walks around to get in himself.
“We can go to my house, my parents are at a dinner benefit thing. Won’t be back until later on.” You look at him, “If that’s okay?”
He nods, “That’s good. I want to talk, anyway.”
“Yeah, seems like we have a lot of catching up to do.”
He takes a deep breath, “I forgot when you were coming back. I didn’t think it was this soon.” He looks over at you, “I’m glad you’re back, though.”
“Yeah, it was today.” You laugh, “Feels weird. After spending a year in France, this place makes me feel like an outcast.” You look out the window, “But it’s home, you know?”
“I haven’t been anywhere outside of Kildare, so.. I don’t really know, but what I do know, is that I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Whys that?” You ask, looking over at him. He shrugs, “I guess I just wanted to see you.”
“But you didn’t know I was coming?” You furrow your brows and John B laughs, “I guess I’m just nervous, cause I know what I did, and how I handled things..” he looks over at you, “but now that you’re here, I know that I shouldn’t have jumped into whatever that was with Sarah.” He shakes his head, “She wasn’t.. it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“What did you want?”
“You.”
You take a deep breath, “the first thing Nicole asked me was how many French guys I got with.”
“Uh, okay.. I don’t see-“
“I told her that I don’t kiss and tell, but the real answer is that I kept thinking about you. I kept-“ you cover your mouth, “This is insane, but I kept looking for a French version of you.”
He raises his brows, trying to stifle back his laughter but he fails. He pulls into your driveway and laughs hard, “Oh.. my god.”
“Don’t judge me. You were looking for me in little miss kook princess, were you not?” You turn to face him, “Speaking of, what did you see of me in her? We aren’t even remotely the same.”
“Guess I just needed something to fill the void.” He leans back and sighs, “I don’t know.”
You look over at him, rolling your eyes with a smile as you open the door, “Come on.” You get out and walk up to your door. You unlock it and push the door open, John B following behind.
You go towards the steps and look back. He looks around and you laugh, “What?”
He shakes his head, “Shocks me how pretty this place always is.” He walks up to you and you shrug, “I kind of hate it.”
“Maybe we should move in with me.” He smirks and you raise your brows, “Petits pas, JB. Je reviens de Paris.”
He stares at you as he slowly walks up the steps, “Again, no idea what you just said.”
“Small steps, JB. I just got back from Paris.” You look back as you push the door to your room open and walk in. He follows you, closing it behind him, “So how much time do you think we have?”
“Three hours tops.” You sit on your bed and lean back as you kick your shoes off.
He looks around, stopping as he sees the picture of you two, “You kept this?” You nod, “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugs, “Just wondering.” He sits down next to you, leaning back, “Tell me something in French.”
You laugh, “What do you want to hear?”
He shrugs, “Anything, it sounds pretty.” He reaches up, brushing hair from your face.
You take a deep breath, “Je n'ai jamais cessé de t'aimer.” You look into his eyes and he tilts his head, “Translation, please?”
You smirk, “I have never stopped loving you.”
“How do you say, me too, and I really want to kiss you right now?” He licks his lips and you look away to think, “It’s um, hold on.” You pause, looking back at him, “Moi aussi. Is me too, and je veux que tu m'embrasses is I want you to kiss me.”
He smiles and leans in, “Moi aussi.” His hand slides up to grab your neck to pull you in towards him. Your lips crash onto his and it was instant fire.
He rolls over, his body hovering over yours as he kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back as his teeth graze your skin, “You still like that? I know a lot can change in a year.” He smirks and you nod, “I like anything you do, except-“
He cuts you off with a kiss, “Can we save all comments and concerns until the end, please?”
You nod, pulling him back in.
His hand slides down to your skirt, pushing it up. His fingers hooking into the band of your underwear and he sits up to pull them down your legs.
He glances up at you, his lip pulled between his teeth. His hands slide down your thighs, pushing them open before dropping down to his knees. He slides his hands under, pulling you towards him, and he wastes no time connecting his mouth to your clit.
You let out a gasp, hand sliding to the back of his head, “Fuck, yes.” You watch him, brows knitted together as you watch him devour you for the first time in over a year.
Your whines and whimpers filled the room as your fingers drug his hair into your grasp. Your eyes roll back and close as his tongue works in and out of you, “F-fuck.”
He tilts his head back, eyes locking into yours as you open them and you pull him up, attacking his lips. You slide your hands up, working to undo each button on his shirt. Once it’s open, you push it over his shoulders and he takes it off.
Your hands roam his bare chest, sliding down to slip into the band of his shorts.
He sits up, pushing down his shorts, along with his boxers and you smirk as you move up the bed. You reach out for him as he crawls up, lips on his as he slowly slides into you.
You both pause, gasping as you feel him slide into you fully, “I’ve missed you.”
He nods, “Missed you more.” He presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. His thrusts are slow, allowing him to feel every inch of you wrapped around him, “Missed making you sound like this.”
His thrusts pick up, earning more moans from you, “Feels so good, please don’t stop.”
He trails kisses up your neck, groaning lowly, “Fuck, I don’t ever wanna stop.” His lips press to yours and he rolls over, watching as you sit up to pick up on his thrusts.
Your hands press into his chest, keeping you steady as you bring your hips up and down.
“That’s it, baby.” He groans, his hands tightening their grip on your hips, “Fuck, yes.” You lean down, one hand on his cheek as you move your lips with his. You gently bite down on his lip, smirking as he gasps, “You still like that, huh?”
“Only when you do it.” He smirks, pulling you back in.
You slide your hand up, running it through his hair before sitting back up. You tilt your head, moaning out as you grind down onto him, “F-fuck, m’so close.”
“You got it, sweetheart.” He assures, “C’mon.”
Your eyes flutter closed as you feel that sense of pleasure rush through your body, moan out loudly as you guide yourself through your high.
His hands slide up to your waist, arm moving around to roll you over onto your back. His lips connect to yours, muffling your moans as he thrusts quickly. His hand presses to your cheek, a grunt slipping from his lips as his hips stutter, “Almost there.”
You pull him back in to kiss, gasping as you feel him slip out. You reach down, stroking his cock as he cums.
He rests his forehead against yours, taking a few breathes before lifting his head to press a kiss. You sit up as he stands up, “So what did you want to talk about?” You stand up to undress, “Or is that what you meant?”
“Little bit of both.” He chuckles as he pulls up his shorts, “I mean, doing that wasn’t first on my to do list, but it was on there.”
You nod, “Yeah. Same here.” You laugh, “I knew as soon as I seen you I’d fold like a lawn chair.”
He smirks, eyes scanning down over your body as you change. His brows furrow, “You kept that?” You turn around, looking down at the shirt that was once his, “John B, you act like we hated each other and I was supposed to burn all of your stuff.”
“I guess you do have a point there.” He tilts his head with a smile, “So, I guess that leads-“
You walk over, pressing your lips to his, “tout revient à toi.”
“I’m going to assume that’s you saying yes to us?” He squints, his hands on your hips, and you nod, “Yeah, pretty much.” You smile, leaning in to kiss him.
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I’m got gonna lie, I’ve been in a writing funk for the last few days. Everything I’ve written I hated, but I forced myself to finish this, hoping I can snap back into the swing of things. If this sucked, I’m sorry. But thank you for reading away! I love you so much, and I will catch you in the next one! 🖤
sheriff shoupe’s daughter. the sweetest girl in town, so innocent and unaware of the danger that happens around her — mmm, just kidding! she may be the sheriffs daughter and she may be beloved by everyone in kildare, but she is anything but oblivious. any free time is spent helping out john b routledge (the cutest pogue in town) and going behind her fathers back to prevent him and his friends from getting in trouble. she’s sneaky, witty, sweet, energetic, and smart. quiet and cute and cuddly like a little kitten, but she’ll scratch and get vicious when provoked. kitty will come to your mind when you listen to lana del rey, step inside of a victoria’s secret, see light pink nails, or tie your shoes with ribbons.
this was actually requested by me because i’m actually more sad than i have been because the girl i was dating!!! didn’t actually want a relationship?? funsies❤️ anyway pls enjoy and if you’re feeling sad, i hope this helps. most of these i feel can be read as romantic? the only one that can’t is john b me thinks. this isn’t TECHNICALLY a part of the poguelandia groupchat but it alsooooo could be??? idk ill add it to the masterlist and yall can decide from there (also this is rushed sorry if it’s bad just be nice to me)
jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.
you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.
yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.
hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.
"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.
you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.
"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."
you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.
suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.
you feel so stupid.
finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.
"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.
john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.
"here," you croak, "it hurts here."
he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"
"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."
he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."
you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.
"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"
and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.
just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.
