Idk why John was in a wheelchair, he got shot in the arm. Whatever, screw it
Btw light smut. I will put a line where it starts if you don't want to read it.
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And with that you were out the door
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*le time skip*
You were lying on John's bed crying. John came into the room.
"Hey, let's get you dressed in something less depressing."
You nodded and motioned to his closet
He went over and got an outfit
You realized the shirt was his.
"J-John you shouldn't put your shirt on me."
"Why not?"
"Because I am garbage."
Silence.
"Why would you say that?"
"I KILLED MY BEST FRIEND YESTERDAY JOHN! Why would you even like this." You pointed at yourself
"I don't care what you did, you defended yourself, you protected me. You have a heart of pure gold when it comes to people you care about." He smiled and pulled your dress off. He put his shirt on you and buttoned the buttons.
"You think so?"
"I know so."
You laid your head in his lap
He savored the moment but realization hit him
"Do you want to get your pants on now?"
"Ehh, they can wait. Plus this shirt covers everything, so I'm good." You nuzzled into his lap
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He smiled and snaked his hand over to your thigh.
"Do it Laurens."
"What was that?"
"Do it."
"Ask nicely."
You settled on one name
"Please Daddy...."
He smirked and hungrily smashed his lips into yours.
Your tongue slipped into his mouth and started to wrestle for dominance.
John broke away slowly.
A string of saliva being the only thing that connected you together.
You took the string, wrapped it around your finger, and slowly licked it.
That did it
He started to rub your thighs, admiring how soft your skin is.
You bit your lip as John slowly made his way up.
He unbuttoned 'your' shirt and just let it hang there.
"Damn." He breathed
He started to kiss your collarbone and worked his way up to your jawbone where he gently bit down and revealed a hickey.
He pressed his lips to yours once more before...
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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Hey John, can I come in?" Alex walked into the room "I have something I-" he looked at you then John then back at you.
"-I'll go now."
You just giggled
"It's okay John, it's to be continued."
You buttoned 'your' shirt back up and slipped your pants on and walked out of the room.