John/Rose NTR

There were very few things John disliked about his girlfriend, in fact he could probably name them all on one hand. It was, unfortunately, at this moment he was starting to remember all of them. Sitting at the dinner table, the brunnette pointedly avoided looking up from his dinner plate. Faintly, he could hear the television on in the other room, but otherwise the apartment remained quiet save the clinking of silverware. He was keenly, uncomfortably aware of Rose’s gaze on his thin form and he shifted under her quiet scrutiny. Why the hell was she so good at figuring out when he had stuff on his mind?

“John,” Her soft voice finally broke the tense silence. Her tone was light, almost teasing, as she continued, “it would be so much easier if you simply told me.” He didn’t have to look up to tell she had her lips quirked up in a smile. Butterflies fluttered through his stomach, nerves twisting it up in knots at the thought that perhaps Rose already knew what he wanted to say.

“....Promise you won’t judge me?” John finally manages to look up from his half eaten food to face Rose. She gives him a reassuring smile and assures him that of course she won’t judge him. It still takes a few minutes for the young man to work up the nerve and as the seconds drag on he can tell his girlfriend is getting increasingly interested in what he’s hiding.

“IthinkImightbeintontr” The words leave his mouth in a jumbled mess and it takes Rose a few moments to digest them. She gives one slow blink of her big, pink eyes before a chuckle escapes her lips. She quickly covers it up with a cough, hoping not to put John off.

“And what makes you say that?” She speaks slowly, her words deliberately chosen, and John has that weird feeling he gets when he thinks she’s using her psychology mumbo-jumbo on him. He rubs the back of his neck and goes back to avoiding Roses’ face.

“Well you know I kind of stumbled across a picture or two and one thing lead to another.” He starts rambling and Rose simply nods, giving small murmurs of acknowledgement as John spills about the porn he found.

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Bzzzzt

The noise almost gives John a heart attack and he scrambles to grab his cellphone from off his desk. He glances at the screen and notices a single text from his girlfriend.

‘Are you still interested in what we discussed previously?’

John feels like ice is running through his blood, his head instantly going light. She couldn’t be serious could she? He swallows a lump forming in his throat and with shaking hands sends her back a simple ‘yes’.

‘Be ready for a skype chat in 10.’

John puts his phone back down and tries to steady his breathing. He makes sure his laptop is facing away from the door to his office and double checks that he’s the only one on the floor at the moment. Plugging in some shitty headphones he sits back at his desk and waits.

It feels simultaneously like more than ten minutes and less than ten minutes when Skype starts to ring and John almost wants to chicken out. He accepts the call and waits for Rose’s webcam to turn on, and he’s not disappointed with what he sees. Rose waves at him happily as she fiddles with the webcam, giving John a chance to take in her outfit. A cute, but tight skirt and

“Hey what’s that for?” The voice is faint but clearly masculine and John feels those butterflies fluttering in his stomach again. Rose stands up and walks off camera for a moment and there’s the sound of muffled speaking. Rose returns, still speaking as though it’s completely normal and casual what she’s about to do. She adjusts the webcam some more before pointing it around and realization dawns on John that it’s THEIR bedroom in the background.

“Rose what the fuck you can’t fuck someone on our bed!” He squawks out without thinking and Rose furrows her brows before rapidly typing into the chatbox.

Don’t be silly, it’s just going to be a blowjob.


She presses her black painted lips to the tip of his cock before slowly taking him into her mouth. She manages to take half of him in one go before teasingly pulled back off his length. She does this a few times before finally swallowing him whole, moaning eagerly around his thick cock as she does so. Her head bobs with ease, cheeks hollowing as she sucks. She starts alternating between sucking and licking, letting her tongue drag all along the dude’s length and over the smeared black lipstick staining it. John feels his own dick twitch uncomfortably and he weighs the pros and cons of jerking off at work.

It’s hotter than he expected, watching Rose groan and moan wantonly around the cock of another man. It’s not that she doesn’t look nice when she’s sucking his dick but she’s certainly never looked like that. John’s breath hitches in his throat when he notices her start to toy with the dude’s balls, painted nails lightly dragging across the hanging sacs. Rose pauses her sucking only to kiss her way down his shaft, peppering lipstick stains over his balls before happily taking both into her mouth.

John can see a hand drop onto Rose’s shoulder as the guy squeezes it roughly. Rose lets him slip out of her mouth with a soft pop and she goes back to bobbing on his dick. More than once she manages to take him to the hilt, letting her eyes roll up as she deep throats his massive cock.

“Better than your boyfriend, huh?” Rose stays silent but doesn’t stop her tits from bouncing around his dick. Her voice is very soft when she does speak, John almost can’t hear her.

“I already told you, I’m single.” The guy rolls his eyes. It’s even harder to hear him but John can vaguely make out that he knows a guy lives in the apartment.

Rose remains quiet as she leans forward, catching the tip of his cock between her lips as she squeezes her breasts around him.

“Heh or maybe he’s one of those kinds of guys? Gets off on this kind of shit? That why you making a video?” Rose smiles around his at this, pulling back just enough to tell him that he finally guessed right. He lets out a rowdy laugh before putting his hand on the back of Rose’s head.