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Usually John gentled himself around you, and in fact everybody knew that if you hadn't been Tommys John would probably have made you his a long time ago.

When the door had slammed on its hinges you had frozen, eyes wide. The plate you had been washing falling to the floor and smashing into little pieces. It was the sound of shattering china which had pulled his attention to you. But even then, even when his eyes settled on you, he didn't calm.

Instead he surprised you. Snatched you up by the neck of your dress and shook you like a rag doll.

"Where the fuck is he girl?" He demanded, his expression taut, his teeth bared at you.

"I don't know John!" You gasped feeling the ridge of the sink digging into your back, soapy water soaking into your dress as he trapped you.

"Don't fuckin lie to me y/n, where the fuck is he!"

You looked back at him with tears in your eyes, too shocked to speak. Oh so suddenly aware of his strength as you watched rage pulsing through his veins.

"Where the fuck is he love, ain't messin around with you, where the fuck is my brother eh I'm gonna fuckin kill him!"

And just like that something split inside you, your temper and your fear unleashing a sudden surge of adrenaline.

The slap you delivered to his cheek echoed around the kitchen and stunned you both. Left you trembling, your breath hitched. Left him stark still, his chin tilted down and to the left, his jaw slack mouth slightly open from the impact of your sudden temper.

"No you ain't John!" You cried, your voice sharper than he'd ever heard it before. Your temper flaring in a way which if he'd been quite honest, he hadn't been expecting from you. "No you fuckin ain't!"

You fixed him with a steely glare, one you knew wouldn't last long. One which couldn't last long when he smirked. His expression changed slowly. He closed his mouth first, hand moving slowly to the red already blooming across his pale skin. Then he corrected his gaze, stood tall over you, chin tilted down as he crowded you back harsher against the kitchen sink.

You couldn't tell from his smirk if he was angry or impressed. Could only tell from the way his muscles rippled in his arms, the way he tensed his fists, that he was still tormented with adrenaline.

You began to tremble. Your own rush of anger had been fleeting, fuelled more by fear than scorn and now looking up at him, at the darkness in his eyes, you felt that fear curdle with something else. Something you recognised but refused to name.

Because John looked hungry. And that left you wanting.

"Do that again..." he said, his voice lower now, daring you. But surely not?

You hesitated, blinked up at him with wide eyes, your hand trembling at your side until his found it, stilled it and then raised it between you. He admired your fingers, delicate as they were they had delivered quite the sting, and he smirked. Locked eyes with you and said again, "do that again."

You couldnt quite tell if he was joking but you had a feeling he wasnt. That this was an order. You weren't used to taking orders from John.

"What?" You asked, voice quiet, uncertain. You tried to lower your hand but he caught it. Caught your hip in his other hand and pressed his thumb into your waist. Holding you still and firm.

"Go on girl," he said fixing your gaze, "I said. Do. That. Again."

You looked back at him, hesitant until he bit his lip and smirked. A smug, shit eating sort of grin as though he were sneering at you, as though he were trying to put you in your place and say 'see, i know youre scared of me.' When you saw that smile the anger snapped in your chest again and just for a moment your temper got the better of you. This time your slap echoed, sharp and sore. The force of it turned his head and sent him stumbling back a pace, hand raised to his cheek where your hand had cut him. When he corrected himself he was grinning, his lip split. He licked the blood away and chuckled.

You stood there, staring at him in horror. You couldnt believe you'd actually hit him, actually broken the skin. You couldnt believe he'd let you hit him twice. Couldnt understand why he was smiling about it.

"Wanna know what I'm so pissed off about love?" He asked, his grin unnerving you a little now because you could see the anger in his eyes. "Wanna know what he's done?"

You bit your lip. In all truth you weren't sure. You knew the things Tommy kept from you he kept from you for good reason. You knew he was no saint by any means and if John was going to start spewing the grizzly details in a fit of childish poor humour you wanted no part in it.

"I..."

"I was down the Garrison with Arthur earlier love, an he told me something didn't he..." he said, his throat bobbing as he swallowed down. His eyes glistened and that too surprised you. He wasn't crying but there were tears there, or at least the threat of them. "Something about you love..."

Your brow furrowed in confusion, the bridge of your nose creasing as you tried to make sense of Johns mood. He was shaking you noticed now too. His eyes caught the light when he blinked. When he inhaled and wiped the blood from his lip again his nostrils flared and the vein in his neck pulsed.

You weren't sure youd ever seen him so wild.

"Yeah..." he said, "told me somethin about you didn't he sweetheart... wanna know what he said?"

You tried to back away from him but your back hit the edge of the sink and he stepped forward with you caging you in. His hand still held your hip and he dug his thumb into your waist a little deeper. Just enough to bruise. Just enough for you to feel the ache of it. It made your heart race, made you feel torn because you'd always known you'd like John touching you there, in such a possessive way.

"I... I don't know John..." you said your voice shaking, "I'm not sure... please... I know you're angry with Tommy but, don't say anything you'll regret..."

He grinned and blood oozed from the cut on his lip. You licked yours instinctively and the flick of your tongue caught his eye, distracting him for a moment. You watched him freeze for a second. Watched him hesitate.

And then he raised his hand to you, he let his fingers trail your cheek, let them trail down your neck and along the bodice of your dress.

"You were always meant to be my girl you know." He said finally, his voice lower, more gentle now than it had been and yet still thick with emotion. Still angry. "Everyone fuckin knows it... wear me heart on me fuckin sleeve like a fuckin idiot so everyone saw it, how much I fuckin loved you..."

You caught your breath, his words bewildering you because you'd never known. Never noticed. Always thought a lad like John could do better than a mousey little thing like you. Tommy had told you as much so many times.

"And then you started fucking my big brother... and I felt like a fuckin fool didnt I, should have known a lass as pretty as you would want more than John fuckin Shelby... eh?" He asked, his hand snatching your arm then, shaking you for a response you couldnt give him. All you could do was shake your head, your wide eyes brimming with tears, your heart skipping beats. Perhaps with fear or perhaps with something else. A secret spilled that you'd longed to hear.

That he'd always wanted you...

But he'd said loved, he'd said wanted, and now his eyes were fiery and unforgiving and your hope sat like a peach stone in your throat and left you struggling to breath. Frightened. Perhaps he didn't want you anymore.

"You know I've heard you..." he said then, leaning closer to you, licking the blood from his bottom lip as he inched closer to you. His body warm against yours now. "I've listened to you, through the walls... know how you sound... always fuckin thought it should be me makin you cry like that..." he snarled, his teeth catching the light as he lowered his head and leant into you.

For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you. For a moment your heart soared with hope and you froze.

"John..." you whispered but he cut you off gripping your face in his hand, his fingers squeezing your cheeks enough to bruise.

"Shut up y/n i ain't finished..." he glowered down at you, his breath warm against your lips as he squeezed your mouth open. "Know what I reckon though darlin, about all those pretty little sounds you make when he fucks you?" He asked watching with a carnal satisfaction when you shook your head so quickly. "I reckon its all a fuckin lie ain't it... my big brother couldnt make you come if his life depended on it..." he said narrowing his eyes at you as he turned the statement on you, "could he y/n?"

You starred back at him, unable to hold his gaze as the shame flushed your cheeks and you felt a familiar stir in the pit of your stomach. One you only ever felt when you thought of John.

You knew you shouldn't do it, shouldn't admit to such a scandalous thing, but in that moment with his fingers digging into your waist and his every breath brushing your lips you couldnt lie to him either.

So once again you shook your head. And when you did he didnt smile, instead something snapped inside him, his determination hardened his expression and the look he gave you was merciless.

"Tommy's been telling tales about you girl... an fucken Arthur an Isaiah an every other bastard down the Garrisons been havin a good laugh yeah..."

He stepped closer to you, his body pressed against yours so firmly now you felt helpless and small as he stood over you.

"Apparently," he said, his tone almost mean, "you talk in your sleep y/n..." he said, thumb digging into your cheek. He leant down, lips brushing your ear. His teeth grazed your neck and you flinched, not from fear but desire. "Apparently you say my name..."

You couldn't look at him. Your long lashes fluttered to hide the whites of your eyes which would certainly betray you should they meet his. But John didn't need to see the whites of your eyes to know that the tale his friends had taunted him with earlier that morning was indeed true.

You weren't sure why he chose mercy in that moment. Had been so certain he wasn't about to let you get away with silence and starring at the floor but for a moment he did. For a moment he remained still and silent, the only sound between you that of his heavy breathing. All that pent up frustration threatening the quiet. He was holding his nerve and you, well, you were biding your time. Your mind was a mess, conflicting thoughts of shame and desperation entangled and tugging you in different directions. You had every mind to shove him away, to slap him again and run as fast as you could, though you knew there was nowhere in this town you could hide from John Shelby for long enough to live down this shame. You had every mind to kiss him too.

His grip on your jaw loosened. Your heart sank at the thought that perhaps he was going to let you go. But then he clutched the back of your neck instead, forcing your head back, holding you in place so that your chin was tilted towards his and you were looking at him down the bridge of your nose like a frightened animal.

"Say it now." He spat, pushing the words out between his teeth, scorn driving his every move. "Fuckin say it now y/n!" he gave you a little shake and you snatched back a little yelp, a tear spilling from the corner of your eyes and trickling down your flushed cheek towards your hair. He couldn't hide what that did to him, his body pulled in all the closer to you as if he were caught in your gravitational pull.

"Say it." He said one final time, his voice icy and hard now.

"John." You gasped, struggling to breath, shaking and so confused. He was scaring you but that wasn't all. He was sparking something deep in the pit of your belly you'd been trying to ignore for so long. A need Tommy could never satisfy, one you'd always known belonged entirely to John.

"Again!."

"John!" your voice cracked as you cried out a little louder and this time your words were followed with a sob, "John please!"

You weren't sure what exactly you were asking for. Whether you wanted him to stop, to put you down, to leave you be, or to close the gap between you entirely. You didn't know what you wanted until the thought of his kiss crossed your mind and your your stomach flipped.

"Please John don't torture me!" you stuttered, your breaths feeble and shakey, stirring a twisted little smirk from him.

"Oh you mean like you've tortured me?" he asked, his voice low as he lowered his lips to yours, his mouth centimeters from yours as his nose knocked the tip of yours. He let his forehead rest against yours. Closed his eyes. When he smirked you said a little prayer.

"Please." You spoke so quietly you weren't sure you'd said anything at all but John had heard you, and John wasn't as cruel as he wanted to be. Couldn't deny his girl the kiss he'd been craving for so long.

He wasn't gentle, his fingers squeezed the back of your neck and tilted your head back, your mouth opening for him without demand. His teeth clashed with yours, his tongue pressing into yours as he consumed you in his kiss. And when you moaned he felt it vibrate inside him, grinned with satisfaction with the knowledge that you hadn't meant to. He could feel the heat of your blush glowing from your flushed cheeks, felt the shiver he sent down your spine when he deepened the kiss a little more, taking everything he could get from you. He ground his hips against yours, impatiently forcing his knee between your thighs to open your legs.

He needed you, but he was confident in the knowledge that you needed him more.

"Please what love?" He panted into your mouth, breathless and struggling to keep a mean temper. All he really wanted to do was take his frustration out on you, take everything he'd wanted to take from you for years. Better still he wanted you pliable and willing, wanted to see you write the wrong and beg for him. Wanted you to admit you should never have been Tommys girl. That youd always been Johns.

"I dont know!" You gasped, "I don't...please John just..." you could hardly think, with every push of his hips grinding his clothed hard on against you you lost a little bit more of your ability to think rationally, your head clouding with a neediness youd never experienced before.

"Cmon girl, had plenty of words for my brother on Friday night didn't you..." he smirked, nipping at your bottom lip as he forced you back against the sink edge a little sharper. You could feel a bruise already and tears pricked at your eyes, confusion sparkling in them as you reached to take his face in your palms. Not to push him away but to hold him. To let your fingers spread across his cheek bones and his jaw the way youd daydreamed of doing so many times before. In your dreams however it had never been as sordid as this, never been as sharp or as desperate. Never laced with the bitterness he was showing to you now.

"John youre... you're hurting me!" You cried suddenly, still kissing him, still clutching his face in your hands. Your hips still moving with his, your thighs squeezing his. Every part of you just as desperate for him as he was you. And perhaps it was that pained edge in your voice, that plea that made him stop just for a moment. Just long enough to work out how he was hurting you and correct it. Seeing your back pressed against the corner of the counter and lifting you up off the floor to sit atop it instead.

His hands pushed your skirts up as he lifted you in one swift motion, his fingers kneading the tops of your thighs as he spread your legs wider and ground against your sensitive core.

You could feel your pulse racing, could feel the need throbbing between your legs and inside you too, your walls clenching hopelessly around nothing. Even now, when he'd barely touched you, John was making you feel something Tommy had never once stirred in you.

"Fuck sake y/n whyd you have to go with him eh? Whyd you have to choose him?"

You were speechless and Johns words, the anger in them, made you want to cry. Made tears bristle in your eyes that you tried to blink away as you held onto him and kissed him blindly, deep and desperate. Your words muffled as you tried to show him how you really felt. How much you really wanted him.

"I didn't know... i thought you didn't... he told me you didnt want me... that... that.."

He laughed, a sharp, cutting laugh. One mean enough to flush your cheeks red raw, but he didn't pull away. It was as if now neither of you could. No matter what happened, no matter what you said to one another, something had snapped inside you both, something had been set in motion and you were feral with it. A violent desire.

"You thought I didn't want you..." he panted the words into your open mouth, your head tilted back, your eyes shut as you struggled for breath yourself, kissing him wherever you could, along his jaw, down his neck when he pulled away, nuzzling into him, sinking your teeth into his shoulder through his shirt. He snatched your hand, your wrist clenched in the close of his fist and then he pulled away just enough to shove your hand clumsily between you. Rubbing your palm over his erection, holding you there, forcing you to feel as he ground his clothed cock into the palm of your hand.

"Feel that... fuckin tell me I dont want you now eh girl, does it feel like I dont want you now?" He growled as he rutted into your palm. He was rock hard, undeniably wanting of you. But the size of him had left you speechless. Overcome by your own need for him. You didnt want to play games anymore. Didnt want to talk.

Your mouth watered for him, your fingers curling instinctively to try and feel him better. When you slipped his buttons loose and dipped your hand into his trousers you couldnt help the needy little whine which escaped you. Because when your fingers found him you brushed a bead of precum from his tip and smeared it over his head, your fist closing around him eagerly.

When you opened your eyes his were closed, his head tipped back in a state of grace. He looked like he'd ascended to heaven but only for a moment. You rubbed slowly down his length painting a picture of his cock in your imagination, feeling the shape and size of him, mapping the veins and tormenting yourself with wondering what he might feel like on your tongue or, dug deep inside you.

As your hand reached the bottom of his long shaft something snapped inside him and just like that he'd snatched your hand away. Trapped it behind your back, both your wrists held captive in the close of your wrists.

"I'm gonna make you cry flower..." he said his voice hoarse as he shoved his trousers down and then pushed your skirts up around your waist. He had you trapped, your heart racing as you looked up at him helplessly, desperately.

You couldnt even bring yourself to fear his temper now. You could only plead with him to take it out on you.

"Please..." you whispered, "please John..." you said again a little louder, your eyes locked on his as he hooked his fingers into the crotch of your pants and pulled them aside. He wasn't going to waste anymore time being careful with you. He just wanted access to you as quickly as he could get it. Didn't care how rough he was when he lined himself up and pushed himself inside you. Didn't matter anyway because you were ready for him, had been soaked the moment he'd burst through your door and turned on you with that fury in his teary eyes.

The sound he dragged from your lips was scandalous. His head pushed between your lips and as he dug his cock up into your core, stretching you open, a moan rose from the pit of your stomach and silenced him for a moment. Stunned him. You sounded beautiful, like forbidden music.

Your head spun after that. You couldn't think. Didnt know what you were saying, could barely grasp where you were as the tip of his cock brushed your cervix and then began to drag torturously slowly back out. He was slow, savouring the sensation of your greedy cunt suckling on him, trying to hold him inside you. He felt the suction and it send a trecherous shiver down his spine.

"Fuckin hell love, you were made for me weren't you, you shoulda always been mine... fuck I'm gonna ruin you, gonna make you forget all about my brother..."

You cried out as he thrust back into you suddenly, the movement sharp and merciless, his cock bruising your cervix as he hammered into you. It was as if he couldnt control himself, as if something had snapped and the animal in him had taken over. He couldnt hear your whines, your gasps or your cries or, if he did they only spurred him on. Only drove him to fuck you harder.

All the while you felt yourself slipping away from yourself. The animal in you taking over as you ground your hips against him, desperate to get closer. Your cunt clenching around him trying to grip him good and strong, like you wanted him to keep you stuffed like that forever. He felt too big, you were aching, could feel the stretch even when your head began to spin and your hips began to relax. But it was such a good ache. One youd never felt before, one Tommy had never been able to satisfy you with.

With every thrust his head hit your gspot and made you see stars. You couldnt hold onto your senses and you knew it was no good. He had you completely at his mercy because you had wanted this for so long. Now that he had you in his grip you melted for him.

"My fuckin girl y/n, always fuckin have been aint you... always been mine... nobody else is ever gonna touch you... you belong to me right, this cunt was made for me..."

"Uhuh..." you whined, "only want you john, belong to you i promise... im your girl... s'always been you.." your voice cracked with every thrust of his hips, your breath catching in your throat every time he hit your sweet spot. In that moment he was your whole world, all you could hear was his breath panting in your ear, his voice low and husky claiming you viciously, his balls slapping rhythmically against your ass as he fucked you almost violently. His desperation made him merciless and the heaven it was inspiring in you was overwhelming.

Every thrust pushed his crotch against your clit leaving your sensitive little bud burning with that delightful electric feeling. Your moans tumbled from you as he fucked you senseless and you became certain you couldnt take much more.

"Please John, make me yours..." you cried, tears spilling from your eyes as you buried your face into his neck and then sank your teeth into his shoulder. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm ripped through you. You made a sound caught between a whine and a scream, disolving into stifled sobs as he carried on fucking you just as mercilessly. As if he hadnt even noticed you reach your climax. As if he wasnt satisfied hearing you crumble like that only once.

You fell forward against him, your chest rising and falling rapidly, tour skin sparkling with a fine layer of sweat. All fucked out and yet John hardly noticed at all. He felt you weaken, felt your legs squeeze around his waist desperately one moment and then fall open all the wider the next.

Your body relaxed, completely exhausted, completely pliable. You were like a rag doll in his arms when he picked you up from the counter and lifted you up into his arms. His cock burried to the hilt inside you as he walked you to the kitchen table and lay you down.

He braced himself, hands flat on the table either side of your head. His arms taut as he looked down at you and admired the mess he'd already made of you. Your skin glistened. Your eyes were cloudy, almost delirious. Your thighs were trembling, stained shiny by your cum. And still it wasnt enough for you.

He pulled out of you slowly, delighted in the pained whine you let out as you trembled so over stimulated.

You looked up at him helplessly through misty eyes and he couldnt help himself.

He pushed the flat of his thumb to your clit and applied a little pressure rolling you beneath him, watching as you jolted and tried to close your legs. He shoved your thighs open and held them forced. Then he did it again. The most subtle of movement but so torturously thrilling for you. You felt the pleasure in every nerve. Your cunt clenched around nothing and John licked his lips watching your hole quiver with need.

"Say it..." he said his voice low and menacing. "Cmon girl speak up... say it..."

Your head was so hazy that for a moment you didnt understand.

"What..." you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut, "please john.... please... cant... cant..."

But that seemed to piss him off and before you had a chance to process what was happening hed turned you over, bent you over the table, your cheek squished against the wood, one hand forcing your hips down against the grain, the other scrunched in your hair.

He kicked your legs open with his foot and rubbed his cock between your legs, spreading your cum around, painting your ass with it. Slapping his head against your clit. Delighting in every new noise he could make you shiver with. Revelling in every little whine, every sob which dissolved into a moan. Every muttered please, every murmur of his name like a desperate prayer on your lips.

And then without warning he shoved himself back inside you, deeper somehow now than even before.

"John!" You gasped, your body moving instinctively, grinding down against the table trying to find friction despite your heart hammering in your chest and the certainty that you couldn't take anymore. "John!" you whined as he fucked into you breathlessly, the pace determined and rushed, almost selfish. He wanted you, wanted to take what had been denied him for so long. Fucking you like he had something to prove because he did have something to prove.

"Gonna make you cry flower, all mine, my girl, my fuckin woman." He punctuated his sentences with unforgiving thrusts into you, his fingers dug into your hip and he pressed his thumb into the soft flesh of your belly, hard enough to bruise and yet it didn't hurt you. It grounded you. Brought you back to him as he bent over you and tugged on your hair to raise your head. He had his lips on your cheek in a moment, his breath warm on your ear as finally something settled inside him. You let out a sob, tears trickling down your cheek, the salt of your tears on his lips grounding him too.

"All yours John," you said between feeble, fucked out little breaths, "always have been all yours..."

He was tiring, or something in his resolve had changed. His temper had broken the way a fever breaks and suddenly his movements gentled and grew tender.

You felt him shake above you, he let go of your hair and instead took your cheek in his palm, guided you, tilting your gaze up to his.

You felt caged, perfectly caged between the weight of his body and the hard table. He had full possession of you, and the thought of it, of being claimed by him, of giving yourself to him entirely, so vulnerable for him, dizzied you. Especially now when he was being so careful with you, looking down at you as if you were bathed in holy light.

He let out a stifled sob of his own then, his movements so slow now as though he were trying to savour every last drop of you. He was on the edge you could tell, so close and yet for some reason he was letting himself teeter there, tormenting himself.

"John please..." you whispered looking up at him with wide teary eyes, "Tommy never..." you started to tell him, about to beg him to fill you up the way Tommy had always refused to. Tommy had always been so cautious, never wanting to take any risks, never wanting to knock you up. You'd never truly been his because he'd never truly wanted to claim you. And at your words John groaned, strained as he nuzzled into your hair, his lips grazing your neck, warm wet open mouthed kissed dragged over your skin as he searched out your mouth. And when he finally found it he sighed into your mouth, his breaths vulnerable and heavy with pleasure.

He rocked his hips, digging his cock deep inside you, nudging and coaxing your cervix, teasing your gspot, savouring the way you trembled in his arms. Your voice so sweet as you mewled and begged and then finally, when he let himself let go, moaned all blissed out, sobbing his name. And he was crying too, couldn't believe himself but he was. Tears of relief perhaps, tears of pleasure. He felt his cum mixing with yours, fucking it into you slowly, burying himself inside you plugging you up so that not a drop could escape. And then he let himself collapse on top of you, his chest warm and sticky against your back as he let his lips drag across your cheek.

"Say it again..." he murmured, his own voice trembling with vulnerability now. You closed your eyes, focussed on the grounding weight of his body pressed to yours. You could feel his heartbeat thumping through your body. His cock twitching inside you. His hand trailed your arm, tickled your wrist and found your hand. He linked his fingers with yours and raised your hand to his cheek, pressed your palm to his skin and closed his eyes. Releif rippling between you both as he kissed your palm and clutched your hand to his mouth tenderly. "Say it," he murmured into your hand.

"I'm all yours John," you breathed, "always have been an always will."

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