Don't Need Them - John Laurens x Reader {DISCONTINUED}

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NOTE: This was initially a smut chapter, but I've since deleted most of it since I didn't want it on the internet anymore lmao. It's now merely implied with a jump over the actual scene. Godspeed from older Galaxy

~ after the reception: back home ~

Your POV

I was truly glad with the day's turnout, even with my new husband's flirting, complimenting, and... teasing. Of course though, what was John without the teasing?

Back at home, John had reverted to his usual loving self, not the charmer he had been all reception.

I was in our room, about to change. About halfway through the reception, I had decided to change into a shorter, easier dress to wear. It was still white and flowy but only went down to about my mid-thigh. It also had lacy sleeves. And from that moment til the end of the reception was when John started being a tease.

About to unzip the back of the dress, I felt hands on my waist, making me jump. "Dios mío, John! Don't do that!"

He chuckled, pulling me back against his chest. "Sorry, princesa."

"Your tone says anything but," I muttered.

John chuckled again, and I felt him place a gentle kiss on my jaw. He slowly trailed down to my neck, making me sigh.

"You're such a tease," I mumbled.

"Tell me something I don't know," he responded, picking his head back up slightly. I turned my head so I could look at him, getting an idea.

I leaned back, adjusting so I was flat against him.

"What could I tell you? There's quite a bit I could," I teased and 'innocently' adjusted my hips.

I heard his breathing hitch slightly, hands around my waist loosening.

I turned around, placing my hands on his belt. It didn't long to notice the growing rise in his black pants.

"I don't think you knew you were feeling different, príncipe," I finally answered.

"You little minx..."

John's hands moved to the back of my dress, gently pulling the zipper down. The dress slipped off of my shoulders and I unbuttoned John's dress shirt slowly.

After some prolonged moments of long kisses, I found ourselves on the bed. John hovered over me as he kissed my neck, biting gently when he found a sensitive spot.

I let John pick me up, gently setting me on the bed. His hands snaked around my back to my bra but his hazel eyes asked for permission. When I nodded, he unclasped it, it being dropped somewhere near my dress.

~

Laying on his back, I let John gently pull me onto his bare chest. His features were hot and flushed as he traced gentle circles on my back, both of us trying to catch our breath.

"You're so gorgeous, princesa," he muttered.

I giggled sheepishly as I grabbed his warm hand, lacing our fingers together.

I felt myself getting sleepy as I barely registered John gently getting me off of his chest so he could pull a blanket over us. He laid on his side, facing me as he arm draped over my waist, pulling me closer to him.

John kissed my flush forehead, holding me securely. "Goodnight chickadee.."

"G'night..." I mumbled. "Te amo.."

I didn't have to look up to know he was smiling. "Te amo."