Teaching-ish (18+ content MDNI)
Inexeperienced!John Walker x Fem!Reader x Bob Reynolds
This was a mash up of my brain throughout being ill. Enjoy!
Reader and Bob are established, John grew up practicing 'sex is only to have kids' and needs to learn otherwise. No real warnings I believe.
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"It's unnerving how casual you're being about this." John groaned, sliding his hands across his face dramatically.
"I think you need to be more casual about it." Bob chuckled, sliding his hands down your arms and pulling your back closer to his chest.
You joined in, laughing as John pouted. Despite the minor complaint burned onto his face, his hand absentmindedly traced along the bare skin of your thigh, reaching higher and higher without breaking his expression.
"Nothing wrong with friends helping friends John." His breath hitched at your words, the slight sultry tone getting to him without much effort. "You can say no if it's too—"
"No I want to." John was quick to cut you off, making the brunet behind you laugh louder. "Can we just fucking get on with it? And try to ignore the fact that I'm a grown man in this position?"
His grip on your thigh tightened experimentally, watching your face for a reaction. With a smile you placed your hand on top of his, encouraging him to continue.
For a moment he looked behind you, and you could feel Bob shift slightly. Your boyfriends hands came to rest on your waist sending a shiver through you.
John seemed to gain a burst of confidence. He leaned into you, pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You smiled into it as you kissed back, the intimate feel of the kiss much sweeter than you expected from the large man.
"If you keep kissing her like she's glass we'll be here for hours." Bob broke the silence, chin resting on your shoulder too close for the other man's liking.
There was a rebuttal on the tip of John's tongue, one that you knew could potentially start an argument and end this whole thing. Before he could ruin the fun you reconnected your lips to his, paining your tongue past his lips to deepen the kiss instantly.
John gasped, reciprocating within seconds. His other hand quickly slid to your neck, holding you against him. Bob chuckled, clearly happy with the progress. He pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder before leaning back.
Rough hands started to trail along your body. John couldn't seem to keep his touch in one spot for long. You brought your own to his chest, dragging your palms across the toned muscles.
"You're being too rough." Bob spoke up, making you both break the kiss.
"You just said to stop kissing her like she's glass." John replied, looking at him over your shoulder. "Make up your mind."
"Said stop kissing her so soft, doesn't mean you need grope her like that man. Balance Johnny." The blond sent a mean look to the man behind you, met with what you only imagined was a mean grin.
He didn't argue like you expected. Instead, he listened. John's touch grew softer, each move more targeted setting your skin ablaze as he reignited the kiss.
Your own hands traveled downwards, making a beeline for the leather belt blocking your path. He groaned against your lips, bringing his hands down to yours, helping you undo the cool metal.
"Fucking hell." He sighed, head falling back as you immediately slide your hand beneath the waistband of his pants, quick to graze over his boxers.
"Feel good?" You giggled, putting on a little bit of an act as you applied more pressure.
"Too good." John whispered, letting out a moan when you connected your lips to his bare shoulder. "Fuck that's good too."
"Small amount of foreplay gets you this bad? Shit Walker what did you two even do?" Bobs voice rang through the room, moving closer to the pair of you to help you awkwardly push down the thick fabric sitting on John's waist.
"Didn't do much beyond try and have a kid." His voice was quieter somehow, as if shame was riddling his mind.
That's the entire reason you were here. John had drunkenly admitted him and his ex had only ever done the basics due to their upbringing, and he didn't know where to start to try and learn at his age.
There was no reason to be ashamed, you'd both told him that before he suggested teaching the older man. Something that didn't go over well at first but, well, you're here now.
You didn't reply, letting the awkwardness settle between the two men. Rather you continued trailing soft kisses down his torso, teetering on the delicate line of too much and not enough given how he was reacting to each touch.
"Do you trust me?" Both men nodded, not sure who you were talking to.
They both followed your movement, eyes glued to you as you shifted off the bed. You nudged John to follow you, and he did without hesitation, his legs now hanging over the edge of the bed in front of you.
Bob let out a curse as you pulled the loose denim off into a pile around the others ankles. Looking up at him for a split second you could see his excitement despite not being the one in front of you.
John followed his lead and started to groan expletives once your lips hit his thigh. His boxers were thin enough that he could feel every touch as if it were bare.
His hand handed on your shoulder, not pushing or pulling but just staying, grounding himself to you, to reality. The grip tightened slightly the closer you got, breath hitching once your nose nudged against the twitching bulge.
"Is this okay?" You whispered staring up into wide eyes.
John nodded, free hand slipping under the elastic, pushing it down the second you okayed it. He pushed it down just enough for his cock to around free.
"Holy shit." John groaned the second your lips pressed against the tip. "Fuck okay this is happening."
"Oh it definitely is." Bob laughed, coming to sit directly behind John who stiffened at first, only relaxing when you repeated the previous act again. "Should've known better, she's never patient." He chuckled, reaching a hand down to brush a fallen strand out of your eyes.
"I'm not—fuck—complaining." Nails dug into your shoulder, hips bucking against your mouth.
You gripped John's wrist, dragging it to your head, attempting to weave your hair through his fingers. He caught on, doing what you wanted with ease but still refusing to pull.
"I like you like this." You hummed before licking the underside of his cock with ease.
"Like what?" He barely managed, taking a deep breath between words.
"Desprate." Bob cut in, unable to keep his gaze on one of you.
"Willing." You glared at him, struggling to hold your look when he smiled. "Submissive even. It's kinda hot."
"I am not—" John cut himself off with a moan, head dropping forward. "Please."
"Well that was easy."
