Brat---John B Routledge*

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This was a request, hopefully yall like it!

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Fishing is my least favorite thing. I am far too impatient for it. I love being in nature, but fishing on a boat with a silently concentrated John B was not my thing.

I looked over at the boy, his beautiful dark curls moving slightly in the wind. His nose is the cutest thing too. A small smile rested on my lips as I admired the beautiful boy.

His red button up was revealing his muscular chest, and to say it wasn't drool worthy would be a complete lie.

Needless to say, I was starting to become needy. I let out a deep sigh as I stood up, walking over to John B, wrapping myself around his waist.

"I wanna go homeee," I dragged out the last word, whining slightly. John B looked down at me as he brought me to his side, resting his huge arm on my frame.

"But we just got here baby," he said. I watched him trail his eyes up and down my body, admiring the red bikini I had worn. A slight mischevious smirk rested on his perfect lips.

"But I want to go noww," I pouted at the boy. I recieved a raised eyebrow in response. "Like why do we even have to be out here, I'm bored and want to go back home." I knew I was being a brat, but seriously. I'm done.

John B reeled in his line, setting it down. Just when I thought I had won, he opened his mouth.

"You know (Y/n), you are acting like a real brat. You sure you can handle the punishment?"

My face was red, what have I gotten myself into?

Not being one to back down from a fight, I crossed my arms, glaring at the man I front of me. "Like you could even deliver a punishment. You can't even make me finish," I stated this matter of factly, but I was very wrong. And we both knew it.

John B grinned widely, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Are you sure about that? Because I vividly remember you not being able to walk after last time." Damn him. How can I ever get away with anything?

John B pulled me close by the waist, his hands resting on my ass, gripping hard. He leaned down, whispering in my ear, "We need to put you in your place," he nipped at my earlobe and delivered a hard smack to my ass.

A sharp gasp left my lips, and a stinging was very noticeable. "But we can't do it right here!" I whisper yelled, "What if someone sees us!" We hadn't seen anyone all morning, but the thought turned me on.

John B was running his large hands up and down my waist, "Well, This is what you get for being a brat," he stated. He's so damn stubborn. My eyes were wide, I was really in for it. There was a definite arousal forming between my legs.

John B smirked, and pulled me in for a harsh kiss. He controlled everybit of it. He had me jump, and he caught my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and the whole time we never broke the kiss.

I was soon laying on the seat at the back of the boat. John B was hovering over me, and finally broke the heated kiss.

John B unclasped my bikini top, tossing it somewhere on the boat. Hopefully. He took a minute to admire the sight before he started placing sloppy kisses down my neck, then leaving a trail of beautiful bruises down my chest.

He sucked on my left nipple, receiving a moan in return.

Two of his fingers had soon made contact with my clit, slowly circling around, painfully slow. I arched my back slightly, and desperately attempted to grind against is fingers for more pleasure, not just teasing.

He immediately pulled himself away, a whine had fallen from my lips from the loss of contact. "You've been bad today, you don't get to have any control," he said.

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