ongoing jarah oneshots from outer banks!

extension of 4x08: part 3

note: hello! I decided to do a part 3 to the continuation of 4x08 but I think this will be my last part and then I'll move onto random oneshots! I hope you enjoy!

tw: smut (not much of a plot here really just smut lol)

"ahh!"

john b jolted out of bed as he heard sarah utter a noise that he was almost certain was a moan. he ran his hand through his hair, looking over at her side of the bed. she was panting, and was seemingly trying to catch her breath.

"john b mmm" she breathed out as her nose scrunched up. she shifted from her place in their bed, shaking ever so slightly.

"right there, oh my goddd" she gasped out as her moans started to get louder. john b watched her in awe, trying so hard not to wake her up. she had just told him how exhausted she was, but hearing her moan his name was extremely difficult, and was adding to his already evident hard-on.

john b considered waking her up, but he didn't want to be selfish. he would be waking her up to what, ask her if she wanted to have sex? right now? in the middle of the night? it didn't seem practical or logical, but then again, when does john b ever do the logical or practical thing? he glanced over at the time on his phone.

4:36am.

is it worth it? john b questioned in his head. all of their friends were definitely still asleep, and they would have lots of time. they had probably been asleep for six hours or so, so she had gotten some rest. tomorrow was sunday, so they could sleep in. he was weighing every pro and con in this situation. he just wasn't sure-

"ooooo ohh...myyy don't stop I'm...right...there... ahhh" sarah's moans had brought him out of his thoughts and back into reality.

he looked over at her. her shirt has risen up in her sleep and he could see the outline of her waist. the scrunch of her nose paired with her gasps moved him along, and he hadn't even touched himself yet.

as she moved her hand to reach for her sensitive nerves, john b had to wake her. he couldn't watch her get herself off, when he could bring her to that bliss instead. he grabbed her hand to stop her movements and began peppering her face with kisses to wake her.

she opened her eyes soon after, as a confused look spread across her face.

"mmm, john b what are you doing?" she asked, yawning.

"well, you seemed to be having a dream about me, my love" john b said as he began kissing her neck.

"what dream-oh, that dream. yeah that was pretty good but you just interrupted it, so do you plan on allowing me to finish, or?"

"planning on allowing you to finish? who do you think I am, you are always first to finish, sarah."

"well since you didn't let me finish my lovely dream, can you help me along here?" sarah questioned him.

"help you along-" he mumbled as he cut himself off and began roaming his hands under her shirt and to her breasts.

sarah's breath hitched as his calloused hands made their way along her skin. she had already been turned on from her dream, but now the heat was pooling between her legs.

his hands rubbed up along the curves of her body, and goosebumps rose on sarah's skin leaving of trail of where his fingers had been.

"john b.." she breathed out, nearly breathless.

"sarah" he replied as he found his way to where she had needed him. in her dreams, in real life, always. she always wanted him down there.

as his fingers collided with her sensitive folds, sarah began softly moaning and grinding into his hand. he softly rubbed her clit, waiting for sarah's signal that she was ready for him to penetrate into her with his fingers.