a/n: Hi. Here's a short, very filthy porn for the girls. Also, here's the Heart album mentioned, please give it a listen if you haven't yet.
theme(s): NSFW (pls yes this is... just filthy), fluff, middle!Jonesy/90s!Jonesy (my personal favorite flavor 😋)
summary: It simply wasn’t fair for him to look as ravishing as he does at times like this―worned out, somewhat distressed and irresistible.
pairing: middle!John Paul Jones x f!reader
Papers. Everywhere.
They were all over the floor of the hotel room, on the bed, the coffee table, all over his lap. Blank, crumpled and stained with spilled tea for the past few hours. I sipped on my fourth―maybe fifth cup for the day (and it was only 11am) and watched as John paced back and forth, eventually sitting down to write something down on the piece of paper in his hand before zoning out once again, biting on the eraser end of his pencil. Half-eaten croissant was sitting almost half out of its plate and I tutted silently.
“John. Darling, you haven’t finished your breakfast.” I called out to him as I entered the bathroom door just hours before. The man looked at me, smiled boyishly―almost guiltily―and reached for the food that was sitting in front of him and took a small bite. I shook my head. When he’s set his attention onto something, it was almost impossible to interrupt that it had become a routine for me to check up every now and then and remind him to eat.
This morning, I woke up to the cold king-sized hotel bed with John already up, showered and dressed himself for the day. After already having spent the entirety of yesterday working on string arrangements for a Heart live album, it was an understatement that he was far from finished.
Now I sat tucked in against the nook of the couch, piling some papers that were from my reach to somehow lessen the mess. I heard John sigh, the couch squeaking faintly as he leaned back, running his hand down his face. He took the reading glasses that were perched atop of his nose and rubbed his eyes. I scooted over, my legs folding underneath me as I leaned my chin against his shoulder.
My lips ghosted over the column of his neck and I felt it thrum softly as he spoke, “I’m sorry.” To which I pulled back with a frown. “What for?”
“I flew you here just to lock you up in this hotel room with me.”
My fingers dove through the hairs at the back of his neck, scratching tenderly, “I don’t mind. I would’ve been doing exactly the same at home waiting for you.”
He huffed, gesturing to the piles of papers perched on the table. “It’s just- This is all a mess, I kn-”
I giggled. John, while always immersed with his work and passion, was always so attentive and caring. “Come on, it's alright. ‘Sides, I’m having quite a nice time watching you pace back and forth.” He sat up and faced me, hair now lightly brushing past his ears, “Well, I promise we’ll go out after I’ve finished this. Sound good?”
I nodded, kissing the tender spot behind his ear. We spent a few minutes basking in silence and I buried my face on his neck and inhaled. John smelled of detergent, faint cologne and a hit of something that I could only smell from his pillows back home. John smelled and felt like it.
Soon enough, my cheek was propped up on my palm as I watched him. There was a crease between his brows and a slight hollowness of his eyes that marked exhaustion. Wrinkles were starting to form all over the softness of his skin and his lashes lay gently on his lids.
Always on the move. Always working. This man clearly didn’t know when or how to stop.
My hands splayed over his stomach and it made its way down on his thighs. It simply wasn’t fair for him to look as ravishing as he does at times like this―worned out, somewhat distressed and irresistible. The touches started out innocently with the purpose to simply soothe the weariness. But I couldn’t resist the ferocious greed that was starting to fog up my senses. He took notice, of course, the moment my thumb dared to touch a few more inches up the length of his thigh with one of his brows twitching.
Eyes still closed, John murmured, “What are you doing, hm?”
“Nothing.”
“Y/N.” His voice now laced with playful warning as he let the lids of his eyes peel open, peering up at me with a hooded gaze. “What?” I asked and rested my hand, now on his crotch as I palmed him over the rough clothing. John jumped lightly as if he was burned and he picked up the glasses once more to put it on, smiling at me apologetically, “Need to get back to work.”
The tent in his trousers was unmistakable. Too late now.
I got off the couch and situated myself on the floor between his spread thighs, crossing my forearms over each other and stared up at him. “John.” I whispered, tongue curled as I prolonged the ‘n’ in a teasing tone.
My index finger traced the zipper over his lap, creating a zing sound as it resonated in my head in anticipation. He stayed still, letting me have my fun until he spoke up again, trying to sound firm, yet I recognized a slight edge slivered between his words. “I have to finish this. Then maybe we can-”
“I want you in my mouth.”
John exhaled, his ribs expanding as his fingers twitched. Brazenly, I added, “I want to suck your cock, John. I want to taste you.”
“Fuck.” He cursed quietly as his head fell back, the tent now unrelenting that I felt the warmth over his trousers. I resisted touching him further as he visibly held himself back. “Tell me no and I’ll stop and leave you to your work. I promise.”
A beat or two, I waited in silence. I waited for a ‘no’ that never came. Instead, he grunted, “God…”
Like a switch, I immediately undid the button and pulled the zipper down, sliding everything down at the same. Just in time I stared up at him, he was removing his glasses once again. “Don’t. Keep it on.”
John merely chuckled in response and kept it on, watching my hands skating themselves up along the thickness of his thighs. His cock lay flat, rigid and beautiful against his pelvis and I could only weep at the sight―swollen and red with prominent veins running along the thickness of his girth.
I rested my cheek against his thigh, feeling the curls of hair tickle my skin. Index finger wondrously tracing the underside of his tip, my lips curling at the sound of his molars grinding together. I inhaled softly as my eyes rolled back, unintentionally taking in an intoxicating smell that I felt all the hairs in my body rise up. I wrapped my palm around his base and he shuddered.
“So pretty.” I stroke the velvety skin slightly. How can something look as hard as steel feel so soft? “God, I just want to…”
I have touched, smelled, seen and heard, now was the time to taste. John’s thighs clenched against my forearms as my tongue touched his tip, my hand never ceasing its strokes in a languid pace. Finding his eyes over the frame of his glasses, I made sure he was watching as I slowly took him inside my watering mouth, the two of us moaning in unison.
Heat bloomed inside of me. It spreads through my skin and sends tingles all throughout the tips of my toes as I meet his dark eyes with mine, staring me down. My cheeks blushed and hollowed, tongue running against his underside as I moved. His own hands draped over his belly and I watched his fingers twitch. As my teeth scraped ever so softly against his skin, he whimpered and let his head momentarily drop on the head of the couch. “Oh, my God.”
It spurred him to cup the back of my head as his hips started to stutter up against my parted mouth. I stopped moving and let him do the work, spit spilled all over his heavy sacks and trembling thighs. Everything was raw, filthy and balmy.
“Fuck. Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful.” John grunted, voice laced with primal need as he pushed my head down, hitting the very back of my throat as tears now blurred my vision. He hissed, “Your mouth, so perfect and warm around my cock. So good for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well.” My hands curled over his hips, feeling it flex as he moved back and forth in sloppy desperation until I heard his loud cry.
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This is most certainly on the top 10 list of moments to be a fly on the wall for. I MEAN…this king iconically said…oh, Elvis? Fine ig. And had Elvis eating out of his hand. Please. WITHHOLDING. MFER. You know this man had a sloppy impression that made the girls giggle one time and he kept doing it even when no one laughed anymore.
Um also “just started exchanging clothing” sir what.
A Mickey Mouse watch. A mickeymotherfuckingmousewatch.
And finally. Capricorn solidarity is so strong here that it’s almost laughable. Shut the fuck up king.
Idk what’s gotten into me today with my editorializing but this man should be stopped lest I find him so so dear.
some more scream for help era jonesy for the girls
