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echobx · 4 months ago

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I slay rarely but this is definitely one of those times, gotta pat myself on the back here 🙈

A Surprise Visit - JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: JJ goes to visit his long time girlfriend y/n at college in New York, but not all is like he had thought it to be and he makes it his mission to set things right between them. || this plays after s3 with both of them having the Eldorado gold money to keep them afloat

word count: 9.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fighting, swearing, jealous!JJ, lies and uncovering them, y/n being bratty established relationship, biker!JJ, smut, JJ POV

smut warnings: p in v (unprotected), dvp (with toy), fem!masturbation with toy, grinding, oral (fem and male receiving), squirting, body worship, switch!JJ (first sub leaning, later dom leaning), creampie, cockwarming (on a technicality), shower sex, back shots, slow sex, overstimulation (fem and male), hair pulling

author's note: originally written as an au to one of my fics I have decided to change this into a y/n fic and hope you like it

When I got to the address that she had texted me a few weeks prior, I was a little surprised. It was a townhouse in Lower Manhattan, and it had taken me quite some time to get there after picking up the rental bike, which was now parked right out front.

Yet I wasn't surprised about the fact that she was living in a townhouse that was probably more expensive than some of the mansions on Figure Eight, or that she had joined a sorority. No, I was more surprised by the fact that there was a rager being thrown inside, and she had told me that she was “solely focusing on her studies.”

My footsteps felt heavy as I stepped up towards the front door and opened it without anyone stopping me-

“This party is invite only. You don't have one. I know everyone who was invited. Now leave,” a girl with spiky black and purple hair was standing in front of me. She was tall and had broad shoulders and a very mean glare in her eyes.

“My girlfriend lives here,” I smiled at her, but she just clucked her tongue.

“The only one here with a boyfriend is Theresa, and he's already inside. So, fuck off to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

“Who's that?” Another girl jumped next to her and placed her head on the shoulder of the first girl. Her fae-like appearance stood in stark contrast to the first girl, especially with the long blonde and blue hair that fell down over her shoulder and arm.

“No one. He was just about to leave,” the first girl sneered.

“I'm not leaving. And I promise you, my girlfriend will be pretty pissed if you don't let me in,” I couldn't help but hiss at her just a little, but the faery girl wasn’t bothered at all by me.

“What's her name? If you can give us a name, we can check back, and then you can come inside,” she smiled politely.

“No he won't-”

I interrupted the first girl as fast as I could. “Y/l/n. Y/n y/l/n,” I told the faery, and she started giggling.

“You? You and Tuna?”

“Tuna?” I was a bit perplexed. Why did they call her after a massive fish that wasn't even pretty?

“I think her boyfriend would know that that's her nickname,” the dark haired girl crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Oh, come on, Lou. Even if he isn't, look at him-” the faery gestured at me; armored pants, zipped open leather jacket with a plain black shirt peeking out and a helmet on my arm. “If Tuna isn't having fun, someone will.”

Lou looked me up and down before raising her eyebrow. “If I go in there and ask her where her boyfriend is, and she's giving me any different answer than-”

“It's a surprise. I didn't tell her because I didn't want her to not focus on her work. I was trying to surprise her, but I guess she wasn't that honest with me either.” I leaned to the side to look inside a bit more, the party was still going strong and- Was that y/n dancing with some guy? “Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped, the two girls were completely forgotten as I pushed the door open some more and stepped inside and right towards y/n.

I hadn't even made half the way when she picked up her head and looked straight at me. It felt like time had stopped, and we just stood there and stared at each other as if it was the first time I got to lay my eyes on her.

A tight sparkly dress that accentuated every single curve, a pair of high heels that could poke your eyes out, and the red lipstick that I loved so much. She looked perfect. She looked more than perfect. She was ethereal. How had I survived the last few months without being able to actually look at her?

The guy had vanished, and she stepped closer, so I did the same, meeting her in the middle of the room, and before I could say anything she had her legs wrapped around my core and I did my best to hold her up with my left arm while my right one was still occupied with holding onto the helmet.

Her lips were as soft as ever, and she tasted sweet and a little drunk, but not too much to be concerning. Her hands raked through my hair and I moaned into her while my tongue kept exploring her mouth just like the first time.

“Upstairs, now,” she whispered before letting go of me and I placed her down on the floor just for her to drag me towards the stairs. It didn't escape me that a few more heads had turned to watch us, but I didn't mind at all. Especially not the single holler that sounded like it came from the fae-like girl while y/n kept dragging me upstairs until they couldn't see us anymore.

We stopped in front of a room on the third floor and I watched y/n fish a key from her bra and unlock her door.

“I don't want anyone thinking it's okay to have sex in my room, you know,” she mumbled after turning the key and opening the door. It wasn't a big room, but it was enough. A decent sized bed that could comfortably hold two people, a small closet, a desk that stood in front of the window and a bookcase on the wall opposite the bed.

“Understandable,” I grinned at her and fully stepped inside, just for her to close the door and lock it again. I put the helmet down on the desk and turned around to look at her again. The dim light that came into the room from the moon shining outside was reflected in all the glitter on her dress.

“You look stunning, y/n/n,” I rasped and stepped closer, my hand finding her cheek and holding onto it. With the heels on, she was only two inches shorter than me, which was something I would never grow accustomed to.

“You too, dumbass,” she whispered and put her hands in the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that would've lasted longer if I had managed to take off my jacket without standing up straight.

“Fuck it,” I muttered and ripped the jacket off as fast as I could, and immediately rid myself of my shoes too, just for her to pull me back in.

“Let's not leave this room until tomorrow morning, okay?” she smirked and bit her lip, connecting her lips to mine as soon as I had nodded a yes.

She started fumbling with my belt and I took her hands and placed them on my shoulders instead so I had more space to take off my pants. And as soon as they laid on the floor, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my seat, kissing me still and not planning on stopping anytime soon.

“Feels like you missed me a lot,” she moaned into me and rutted against my erection. If she kept going, I wouldn't last long, but I also didn't want her to ever stop. I was so hard that it was hurting, but I needed to appreciate every single little moment of it because I dreaded the moment I would have to drive back home while she would be staying here to finish her degree like we had planned it.

“Y/n/n,” I whimpered as she dragged her cunt over my dick another time. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.”

“Need you too, J,” she hushed against my lips and kissed me again, while pulling up my shirt and only letting go for the second it took to pull it over my head and throw it somewhere else in the room.

“God, how I missed this,” she mumbled while kissing herself down my body, hooking her fingers under the hem of my boxer briefs and pulling them down as soon as I had lifted my hips.

“Maybe we should wait and-” but my words were cut short as she spat on my dick and started pumping it. And with a last delicious grin, she dove down and started sucking me off like I had never felt before. I only managed to fist her hair so it wouldn't be in her way, but other than that I was a mess of curses and moans, and it would've been embarrassing if I didn't know how much she loved to hear me like that.

Her tongue was swirling around my tip, head bobbing up and down so far that she let me hit the back of her throat every single time. Her saliva was dripping down my balls and onto the sheets.

I wanted to hold on for some more, to not seem too desperate, but I couldn't and with a single thrust upwards into her hollowed cheeks, I spilled my cum down her throat. Panting, I let my head fall back completely while she kept pumping me and licking the last of my cum off my cock.

“That was-” I panted, and she pulled me up to kiss me again. Tasting myself on her lips and tongue was another thing I would never get used to, no matter how much we did it.

“I missed you a lot,” she giggled and hugged me tightly.

“Fuck- Missed you more- Holy shit,” I was still rambling as I tried to come down from my high.

Yet it didn't take me any more than a few seconds to be rock hard again as I watched her get up and take her dress off to reveal a black lingerie set that I had never seen before.

“This is new,” I noted and held my hand out for her, and she took it, stepping in between my legs and nodding somewhat shyly.

“Bought it last week. Want me to take it off?” she asked softly, and I shook my head.

“If anyone is going to take that off you, it's gonna be me, princess.” And with that I picked her up and threw her on the bed.

My lips connected to her soft, warm and sweet skin as I took my time to explore every single inch of her, just like I always did. I knew she was waiting for more. I knew she hated being edged on like that. And yet, I couldn't help myself. She was too perfect for me to not worship her the way she should always have been, from the day she was born until the day she died.

“You smell like heaven,” I simpered and nuzzled into her lower abdomen, moving to her hips and softly nibbling on the flesh, making her gasp with it.

“J, please,” she begged, and I smirked, crawling up to have my head level to hers and planting a kiss on her lips.

“Will you let me do this my way, princess?” I rasped and she nodded quickly. “Good girl.” As a thank you I squeezed her nipple and she bit down on her bottom lip to not scream.

I kissed her a bit harder, enough for her back to arch up and let me unhook her bra, but not yet taking it off. I rolled down the lace and cupped her tits while kneeling in between her legs. Y/n had gotten a new tattoo on her rib cage, right under her right tit. It was a small, very fine line of a stylized wave, but from a certain angle it looked like a J, and I let my thumb run over it.

“For you,” y/n breathed heavily. “I got that one for you.”

“I figured, my love,” I chuckled and started kissing up the valley of her breasts before turning to each separately. Squeezing them and then taking her bra off. My lips and teeth closed around her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I flicked and tugged and basically tortured the small bud. Screaming even louder when I turned my full attention to the other side. My hips moved on their own account, and her hands gripped the sheets harder as my dick kept poking at her entrance.

“Please,” she begged another time, and I stopped to move down and pull her slip off.

“Fucking gorgeous. Look at you. All of that just for me,” I rambled and ran my fingers over her wet folds, dipping in between just a tiny bit, just enough to make her gasp. “You are dripping already, baby,” I praised her, and she mewled.

She was right, though, and I couldn't deny it anymore. With a loving smile on my lips, I pressed my face into her seeping cunt.

My tongue leapt at her folds, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at how good she tasted.

It didn't take long for her to spill out onto my tongue and scream my name while doing so, but I didn't even think of stopping anytime soon.

My lips closed around her clit, sucking and tormenting it relentlessly, while my fingers curled up inside her and my own hips kept rutting against the mattress trying to find the tiniest of release for my aching hard dick that felt like it was about to explode just by the way she was squeezing my fingers.

“J- J, is’ too much,” y/n moaned, but I knew her body, every little notion it gave me had been ingrained in my memory upon seeing it for the very first time.

“Gimme one more, darling,” I groaned. “Cum for me, baby.”

Her back arched up, and she screamed curses and musings all the same while coating my fingers with her delicious cum.

“Good girl,” I praised her and licked off my fingers just for her to pull on my hand and do it for me.

“You're here,” she panted and pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.

“Yeah, of course I'm here. I was starting to wonder if you were still real,” I joked, but the thought had haunted my mind once or twice before, especially at night. The nightmares had been the worst, and without my friends and the constant late night calls to y/n I wouldn't have made it out without going crazy.

“I missed you, I missed this,” she whispered and kissed me longingly. “Touching you. Feeling you. Watching you closely.”

“Fucking love you so much, y/n/n,” I hushed and kissed her again, rolling herself onto me and rutting her hips over my hard-on.

“Need you so bad, J. Please let me fuck you,” she begged as I reached my hand out to stroke over her tit.

“What if I wanna do other things first?” I smirked, and she whined almost instantly, rubbing herself over me with more purpose. “Shit, I'm gonna cum,” I panted as I felt my balls tighten, and she moved faster, pressing her thumb to my tip and drawing soft circles on it as I moaned under her.

“Look at you being such a good boy for me,” y/n mused and kept gently squeezing my cock just enough to get all of my release from it.

“Your toy- where-” I broke out in between pants, and she returned my question with a pout.

“Why?”

“Fuck- Promise will be good- One more- Please,” I breathed heavily as she had her hand around my neck.

“Maybe,” she whispered and pushed her fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them, and I did it without thinking twice about it. “Will you behave and finally fuck me if I let you do this one last thing?”

I nodded diligently, and she pulled her fingers from my throat with a pop escaping my lips around them.

Then she got up and opened the drawer of her nightstand, revealing not just one vibrator like I had imagined but a multitude of different toys in different shapes and sizes and colors.

“That's a lot,” I grinned at her, and she pulled out a bunny vibrator, it was about the same length as my dick, just slimmer.

“This one's my favorite,” she smiled and handed it to me. “It's waterproof too, so I can take a bath sometimes.”

“What about the rest?” I asked and leaned over to look at the different variations, but she closed the drawer before I could reach inside.

“I don't use the rest much, they were more trial and error devices I guess,” y/n shrugged and sat down next to me.

“Maybe we can still find some use for them,” I whispered and held the soft silicone device to her nipple before pushing the button to turn the toy on.

“God!” she yelped and jumped a little, but I held her in place, making her squirm under the pleasure the vibrations caused on her sensitive bud.

“I want you to fuck yourself with this. I wanna know what you do to yourself when you think of me late at night,” I rasped into her ear before kissing her neck and holding onto the other side of it so she couldn't move away from me.

“Lonely mornings and bored afternoons and so very horny nights with no one here to take care of me,” she moaned quietly as I set the intensity to the second level.

“How many times do you make yourself cum, baby, tell me,” I rasped again, and she sighed, her hand coming up to grasp into my hair.

“I lost count,” she answered, and I nipped at her neck. “Until the sheets are soaked. I only stop to clean up.”

“You won't have to clean up this time, princess,” I whispered and pulled her earlobe between my teeth.

“I won't stop until you tell me to?” she asked, a bit raspy, and I nodded, my nose brushing over her ear.

“No stopping until I say so,” I repeated, and she took the vibrator from my hand.

“There's lube on the bedside table,” she said, and I grasped for it, watching her put a miniscule amount of it on the tip of the toy before moving it down to her entrance and swiping over it once or twice to spread the product.

She turned her head to look at me, batting her eyes and biting her lip, a small gasp leaving her as she thrusted the device into herself for the first time.

My thumb got caught on her bottom lip as I gazed into her glossy eyes, pulling it down before leaning in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as I did.

“Now pretend like I'm not here, like I'm just in your head, darling,” I whispered and moved away to sit at the foot end of the bed.

It was a show for a lifetime to see her make herself cum over and over again, moaning and squirming, throwing her legs up high one moment, and closing them harshly around her own wrist as she kept fucking herself, in the other. She was squirting so much that I feared we would need to buy a whole new mattress once I was done with her.

And there she was, her legs propped up and the toy slipping from her fingers, drenched in her juices, and it was impossible to hold out any longer.

With a quick move, I pushed myself between her legs, holding her hand fast on the toy that still remained inside her pussy.

“You think you'll manage two?” I asked with a smirk, grabbing for the lube that was still lying next to her.

Tears had started to stream out of her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure she had already brought herself, but her eyes were filled with an intriguing confusion. “What?”

“I'm gonna fuck you while this pretty thing stays inside you,” I hushed and covered my dick in lube. It was a stupid idea, but I had always wanted to try it, and I certainly wouldn't share her with anyone else. No chance.

“What if-”

“That's what save words are for, cupcake,” I hushed against her lips before kissing her. “Just relax, baby. It's all gonna be fine,” I tried to calm her down as I lined myself up, the tiny vibrations of the toy against my tip were already overwhelming me a little, so I decided to turn it off until I had managed to fill her out.

“Ready?” I asked, and y/n gave me a nod and a hushed yes, making me smile proudly.

She started gasping and cursing me out the farther I pushed in, but she never once mentioned the safe word, so I kept going, slowly and carefully to not hurt her too much.

“You're doing so great, baby,” I praised her, and she swatted at me in response.

“You have- Fucking hell, JJ! Such a stupid- God! Very stupid idea,” she cursed me out while moaning.

"Want me to stop?” I lifted my eyebrow at her and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Don't you fucking dare stop,” she gasped, and I pushed in a bit farther.

“Just a few more, princess. Fuck, you're so tight, baby,” I moaned. Maybe it was a bad idea to try this before actually fucking her like I had planned to, but my plans never worked out like I wished them. I hadn't been inside her since she had left for college a few months ago, and this was worse than anything I had ever imagined.

“J, ‘s too much, please,” she begged, black mascara filled tears staining her cheeks.

“Nearly there,” I mumbled, right before groaning louder than I thought possible while bottoming out. “Shit, this is tight. God, I love you.”

“What now?” she whispered, and I leaned in to kiss her, the slight shift made her moan instantly.

“Now, I'll turn this pretty thing back on, and then I'm going to fuck you like never before,” I rasped, and she kissed me with even more passion than before, pulling on my hair and forcing her tongue into my mouth.

As soon as the vibrations started, I felt like I was about to explode. The tip of the toy was nudging against my own and I lost all control over my body. I came with a loud groan and y/n took the advantage of my ineptitude and started to slowly pull the device out, just a little before forcefully ramming it back inside, making both of us scream.

“Wanna kill me?” I asked jokingly, and she smirked through tired, glassy eyes.

“You started this, I'm ending it,” she hushed and kept thrusting the device in between us. I could barely manage to hold myself up over her and not cum every time the toy pushed against my cock, which was made worse because she kept intensifying the vibrations until I came again, biting down on her shoulder, so I didn't wake all of New York by screaming her name.

“Kiwi,” I breathed heavily, and she immediately turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it out, laying it onto the mattress right next to our hips.

“I won,” she whispered in my ear with a light giggle.

“Next time, I'll be more prepared for it,” I breathed heavily, and she pulled my face towards hers, brushing some of my sweaty strands from my face.

“Next time we'll use a better toy for it,” she whispered against my lips before kissing me harshly, and clenching around my semi-hard that was still nestled inside her.

“Not done yet?” I asked with a smile, and she shook her head while biting her lip.

“You promised.” Her hand traveled down between us until she reached my balls, gently rolling them in between her pretty fingers while I became an even worse babbling mess than just five minutes earlier. “Please, JJ,” she begged, and there was no way of denying her.

I fucked her slow, never letting my eyes leave her own, sharing whispered musings and loving confessions. If there had ever been a place I called home, it could always be found in her; in the way she looked at me, or how she smiled, or the way she never questioned the importance of my interests and actions, but most of all it could be found in the way she had made me love slow, sensual sex more than anything else we ever tried. In the end, we would always go back to it because it was such a clear contrast to our daily life, and it was so much more than just calming and fulfilling; it was pure love like I had never experienced it before she came along.

“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered and let my forehead fall back to hers after brushing through her hair.

“I love fucking you so much, too,” she giggled, and I thrusted a bit harsher at her words. “Oh God!” she gasped and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. “Make me cum, JJ, please.”

So, I fucked her harsher, still painfully slow but with more purpose, nudging at her cervix until she was screaming again, and then I watched her lose herself, and she drifted away a bit, her eyes went blank for just a moment until I connected my lips to hers, and she came back to me just as I filled her up and pushed my cum deeper into her for what felt like the millionth time that my night.

“Thank you,” she panted and slung her arms around me a bit tighter before drifting off to sleep, and I didn't complain about it as I was rather tired myself.

We would get cleaned up the next morning, it wasn't that big of a deal and I really didn't like the idea of having to leave her as she was still fully wrapped around me.

I woke up from the early morning sun shining through the half opened blinds, illuminating her perfect body that was curled up next to me. I sat up, planting my feet into the mattress and leaning my head on my knees as I watched her. Steady breaths that lifted her chest and belly, the glistening skin and smudged make-up from the night before, hair messy and lips slightly parted as small inaudible mumbles left her throat.

I wanted to touch her, to kiss her and feel her body against mine just like I had all night long, but I refrained from it. She needed her sleep, and I wasn't going to steal more of it than I already had.

On soft soles, I got up, pulled a fresh pair of boxers out of my backpack and made my way to the bathroom. It was 7am on a Saturday after a night of partying. I was the only one awake.

After a quick shower, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Luckily the house wasn't as much of a mess as I had expected, so I started to clean up a little, just enough to make a good impression.

When the trash was dealt with, I got to cleaning some of the dishes, because I needed something to eat out of, not because I was prone to doing the dishes.

With a bowl of cereal in my hand, I leaned back against the counter, eating and wondering who these people were that y/n had chosen to live with.

“Food only for residents,” someone yawned close by, and I looked up to see the dark haired girl from last night, Lou, in a crop top and boxer short sleep combo.

“Good morning to you too,” I rolled my eyes and went back to eating in peace.

“It's not. I couldn't sleep. You were loud,” she complained, and I huffed, but I didn't reply anything.

“Isn't this a beautiful morning?” A girl I hadn't yet seen came in from the back door. She was wearing a full set of sports clothes and her light brown hair was fixed in a strong ponytail. “Oh, who's that?” she asked Lou.

“Tess, asshole. Asshole, Theresa,” Lou replied in a monotonously annoyed voice.

“JJ,” I said, and suddenly both their heads perked up. “What?”

“Nothing,” Theresa squeaked and blushed.

“I don't know why the fuck she even lives with you guys,” I mumbled to myself, but I wanted them to hear it and get annoyed. I didn't like not knowing what they knew about me, what y/n had told them, and I especially didn't like that they knew my name but hadn't known that I was her boyfriend.

Half an hour later, the kitchen was filled by five girls and me. They had each introduced themselves politely, and each one had made a similarly high-pitched sound when I introduced myself. The eerie feeling in my gut wouldn't go away until someone might finally decide to fess up.

The elvish girl from the night before was called Bella, and Louisa, aka Lou, was her girlfriend. And that was more shocking to me than the fact that they all looked at me like I was a ghost.

Rebekah was just as tall as Louisa, but slimmer and with more hair, dyed red in her case. And Cara was British, and two whole heads smaller than me, which made talking to her a bit uncomfortable for the both of us, but we managed.

None of them seemed to mind much that I had nothing but underwear on, but it became apparent that all of them had bore witness to how y/n, and I had spent the night. Even more so when she came into the kitchen, dragging her feet and heading straight for my chest.

“Good morning, princess,” I smiled at her as her arms closed around me, and she planted a few kisses on my chest before laying her head against my shoulder.

“Morning, dumbass,” she mumbled, and I held onto her, not planning on letting go anytime soon.

“You look like shit,” Lou said, but there was a small laugh hanging in the air after the words had left her, and as soon as y/n had flipped her off, the laughter tumbled out quickly and quietly.

“Tired,” y/n muttered, and I let my hand run over her back. The black shirt of mine was loose on her body and I couldn't wait to wear it again just to bathe in her scent.

“This was what the best sex of your life sounds like?” Rebekah asked, and y/n tensed around me.

I took her chin in my hand and lifted her head to look at me. “The best one? Really?”

“Who else would it be?” she whispered, and I leaned down to kiss her as softly as I could to not hurt her swollen lips anymore. She hadn't even thought about getting cleaned up at all. She looked just like she had when I had awoken two hours ago.

“Tuna and the secrets. Could be a quiz show,” Bella giggled and brought us both back to reality.

“Yeah, Tuna?” I looked at y/n and she rolled her eyes.

“I just left out some minor details. It's not that bad,” she argued.

“Minor details being that you do have a boyfriend, and he didn't know you didn't tell us, and he's also very pissy,” Louisa countered.

“I'm not pissy,” I complained, and y/n raised her eyebrow at me. “All right, I am, but you can't fucking blame me. You were the one to not tell them about us, and the only reason I got inside was because I had to force myself in after watching you grind up to some asshole.”

She let go of me and stepped back, her angry eyes locked down on me, but I didn't really care. If a fight was what it took, then I would have to take it.

“I was not grinding up to anyone,” she hissed.

“That's the part you are focusing on?” I huffed. “I saw you do it, don't fucking start and tell me I'm wrong when I know what I saw!”

“That's exactly it. You're so fucking jealous all the time. Oh, the cashier smiled at me? The guy in the diner looked at me for two seconds too long? Get a grip, JJ!” she yelled at me.

“That one didn't just smile, he wrote his number on the receipt while I was standing right next to you! And you don't even wanna know what the other one was doing, all right,” I snapped back and she laughed hysterically.

“Why did you even come here if all you wanted to do was get your dick wet and yell at me?” she screamed, and a few tears fell down her cheeks, and I knew I had gone too far. I didn't know where or how, but it needed to stop.

“Y/n/n,” I whispered and took a step over to her, but she backed away.

“No,” she shook her head, but I took another step.

“Papaya,” I whispered, and she stopped moving and let me hug her. Dumbest safe word ever, but it did the trick.

“I love you, princess, and I missed you,” I whispered, and she looped her arms around me.

“I love you too, pretty boy,” she replied just as quietly but pulled away a moment later.

“That's not the only reason you came here, though. It's mid-season, on a good weekend, no storms coming in- Why are you here and not home?” she bludgeoned me.

“Can I not keep a little secret to myself? I mean, you got some too,” I tried to get her to smile, but she didn't want to.

“Low blow, dude,” Lou said from behind us, and I was reminded that all of this had been visible to them. All of it.

“Don't comment on shit you got no clue about,” I turned a little to glare at her.

“Don't talk to her like that, that's my best friend,” y/n snapped at me, and I had to laugh.

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Is this it? The version of yourself you ‘hate’ so much?” I drew the quotation marks with a bit more gusto to underline how stupid she was acting.

“There's no ‘versions’, there's just me,” my girlfriend countered and threw her hair to the side, and at that moment she reminded me of all the Kook chicks that I hated, the same ones she had hated with me.

“Money changes people,” I said, and took for the stairs. I needed to leave. Coming here had been a mistake and a huge one at that because all I could feel was my chest getting tighter and tighter, something that hadn't happened in a long time when it came to y/n.

“JJ, wait!” she yelled after me, her steps sounded heavy on the stairs, but I didn't turn around to look at her. I couldn't cave and forget all that I had just found out about her new little life in the city.

“I'm leaving, I'll just stay in a hotel until I can go home.” I huffed and picked up the dirty clothes of mine that were scattered on her floor.

“JJ, let me explain,” she begged while standing in the opened door.

“No. You had months in which you could've explained it to me or to them. But you didn't. Instead, you lied. You lied about me, about the Pogues, and most of all about yourself,” I spat out and she winced.

“Papaya,” she mumbled, but I shook my head.

“No, not this time. The only way this is ending is if you let me leave right the fuck now, or if you finally tell me the truth.” I was almost begging her to tell me why she had done it, but she was stubborn, even more stubborn than me.

“You got what you wanted then? A good fuck that'll last another few months? Is that it?” she sneered, and I scoffed and shrugged.

“Yeah, exactly, that's all I wanted. That's why I drove up here for hours on my own, because I needed to get my dick sucked by some bratty little-” I stopped her hand before it could land in my face, and she stared at me in shock. Verbal fighting was our thing, but we had never purposefully tried to physically hurt each other, so this was a first for both of us.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what- why- I-” she started babbling and then crying and sobbing.

“I just wanna know why you put up this fake whatever the fuck it is, because I really hate it. I know it's not you,” I whispered after pulling her into a hug.

“I love you, I do,” she mumbled into me, but I couldn't say it back, not unless I knew what else she had lied about.

“We should sit down,” I noted and pulled her towards the bed and made her sit down.

“What happened?” I whispered and brushed over her cheek so she would look at me. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes were filled with tears, and the day-old makeup was running down her cheeks. My eyes searched the room and landed on a pack of makeup wipes on her nightstand. With the wipes in my hand, I sat back down and started gently cleaning her up while she collected herself enough to be able to speak without breaking out into tears again.

“I don't know. I wanted to be honest, but then- It's complicated,” she muttered.

“I think I'll be able to follow, I'm smart, remember?” I whispered and she smiled a little.

She spent the next half hour explaining to me how she had first lived with Louisa in a dorm and how they had both applied for the sorority and had managed to get in without many issues. How she was quick at making friends with the other four, and how good it felt to have real girl-friends that didn't judge her all the time because they didn't know every little dark secret. But that was where it ended with the truth. She had switched up quite a lot when it came to her backstory.

For example, she had told them her mom was dead, not her dad, but that he was always on business trips and never home. And that I was her summer love, not her boyfriend of nearly three years. They knew about Kie, but not about the rest of the Crew. But they did know of her ex-girlfriend, all about her actually, more than I knew.

“So, they don't know anything about what we went through? Nothing?” I asked for probably the millionth time, and she shook her head.

“If I tell them that I lied, they'll hate me, J,” she whispered and started crying again.

“Guess we have to take that risk, ‘cause I'm not going down there and pretend like I'm just your summer love, cupcake,” I smiled at her.

“What about the rest?” she whispered.

“Maybe you should mention your mom, in case she plans a surprise visit too, but other than that, I can hold up a lie,” I winked at her, and she threw herself into my arms.

“Thank you,” she squealed and started kissing me all over.

“Princess, I have something else to say,” I managed to press out, and she lifted herself off me after having pushed me into the mattress.

Her wide doe eyes would’ve made me cave, instantly, always, but this time I had already planned to tell her, so it didn't do much but make my dick twitch.

“I’m not just here because I missed you. I'm also here because I'm picking up a bike, a new one,” I said and she bit her lip.

“A pretty one?”

“And fast too,” I smirked, and she leaned down to kiss me again. “I have the rental out front if you wanna go for a ride.”

“I'm not even cleaned up yet, and I didn't have breakfast,” she mumbled and tipped her index finger against her cheek while pretending to think hard about the decision. “I think I have time.”

“Oh, you think?” I gasped and turned us around and started tickling her a little until she screamed and squealed and laughed so much that I heard someone run up the stairs to see what was going on.

“And here I thought he killed you,” Cara was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Yeah, as if I could ever lose you,” I mumbled and kissed y/n as passionately as I could. My hand that had been holding onto her cheek, slipped down to hold her neck, squeezing just enough for her to gasp a little.

“I'm still here,” Cara reminded me of her existence, and I pulled out of the kiss while leaving a few dozen more pecks on y/n's soft lips.

“J, please,” she whispered, and I let off completely, standing up and running my hand through my hair. I hadn't felt this all over the place ever since we had decided to settle down together. Ever since the treasure hunt had been finished. And I was sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

“Cara, can you ask the others to meet me in the garden in an hour? I think I have some explaining to do,” y/n spoke softly, and Cara nodded before giving me another narrow eyed glare and then leaving just as fast as she had appeared.

“Okay, now I should really get ready,” y/n sighed, and I pulled her up and into my arms.

“We had a fight,” I whispered with a smirk on my lips.

“We did.”

Perhaps my implication wasn't strong enough, so I cupped her cheeks and whispered, “maybe a part of me did come here solely to get my dick wet, but you're so good at that. The best, actually. Who could ever blame me, darling.”

“Not me, not even a little. Just be upfront about it next time,” she stuck her tongue out at me and slipped away from me and towards the bathroom.

The door wasn't locked. She was basically inviting me in. And as soon as I stepped inside and locked the door, I heard her groan. Deep and raspy, and it sent a jolt of desire through my body.

“If you don't get in here- Oh god- I'll be done before you can start-” Her words were cut off by gasps and moans, and I had no other choice but to step into the huge shower. Maybe it was too much to ask of her to not play with me like she did- As if I actually ever would've said no to her, but I should at least keep up the facade.

I watched as she played with herself, the strong water stream pointing straight at her clit, while her other hand was occupied with thrusting her pretty fingers into her perfect cunt. Her head was thrown back against the tile, mouth agape as she moaned through a smile and her eyes fixed on me.

“So close,” she panted, and I stepped closer, taking the shower head from her hand and putting it away. The whimper that left her upon the sudden change and her glossy eyes made my dick even harder, if that was even possible by now.

“You’ve been a real brat this morning, baby,” I rasped and pulled her hand from her pussy, sucking every single finger off individually until there was nothing of her arousal left on them.

“You should put me in my place,” she whispered and looked at me with hopeful eyes.

I twirled a wet curl of hers in between my fingers before tucking it behind her ear with a smile. “Oh, I plan on doing exactly that.”

“Ahh!” she gasped loudly as I thrusted my middle and ring finger into her core, curling them just like she loved it.

“That's it. I'm the only one who gets you to make all those pretty noises. Isn't that right, cupcake?” I asked as she dug her fingernails into my shoulder and biceps, trying to hold onto literally anything while I brought her to her orgasm.

I slowed my movements after she still hadn't answered, and she whimpered in response.

“Please, JJ, so close,” she begged, but I shook my head, just to have her whine some more.

“Gotta answer my question first, princess. Who's the only one for you? The best you ever had? Tell me!” I demanded, and she cried out my name as I thrusted my fingers harder into her seeping cunt. My thumb was caught on her clit, drawing harsh circles and making her twitch with it.

She kept clenching around my fingers, refusing to let go. My lips connected to her neck and her hand went to my head almost instantly. Tugging on my hair as I kept kissing and licking her soft skin.

“Don't you wanna cum for me? Make me proud, baby?” I whispered with a light growl swinging in my voice, and she moaned a little louder at it.

Moving my fingers became increasingly more difficult with the hold she had on me while cumming, but I still pushed her through it until my whole hand was covered in her juices.

Usually I would've helped her stay up and recollect herself, but I was too eager and it was still a punishment.

“Kneel,” I ordered, and she followed on wobbly knees, holding onto my thighs as her head became level with my hard dick.

I spread her cum over my cock with a few purposeful strokes, trying my best to not moan over what was to follow.

“Open up and stick your tongue out,” I told her as she kept looking up at me with her doe eyes. And once her tongue lay flat, I placed my dick onto it, spraying my precum in her mouth and pulling away again to see her swallow it like it was the most normal thing to do.

“I'm gonna fuck your throat now, princess, and I won't stop unless you use the safe word,” I told her, and she gave me a cocky smile.

“Don't you mean safe slap?”

“That just granted you another round of not being allowed to do anything but follow orders. You really into that shit, aren't you?” I huffed, but she didn't reply and simply opened her mouth for me.

I started gentle, testing the waters because we hadn't done this in a long time and I needed to be sure that she was okay, but she kept on massaging my butt and swirling her tongue for me to indicate that she was more than okay with what was happening. Slow thrusts became harsher as I grew closer to my orgasm.

My eyes were fixed on her while my arm was propped up against the tile to make me not lose my stance in the process. And there was something to it. To seeing her completely at my mercy, tears staining her cheeks and saliva trickling down her chin, while her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. I was being rough, maybe a little too rough considering that she wanted to be able to talk later, but it was a punishment after all. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she looked like a goddess, moaning around my cock and trying not to gag too much as I kept pushing farther. Her tongue lapped at my tip, pressing against it every time I pulled back and then instantly giving me space again to thrust into her throat another time. Y/n’s lips were past swollen. They were red and strained, and I couldn't wait to kiss her and hear her tiny whine after. I thought about how I had to wash off the lipstick stain she had put on my cock the night before, and it made me jolt a little. Her nails dug into my ass, and it made me even more feral for her, nearly cumming already, but I restrained myself.

“Want me to stop? Had enough?” I asked, and she moved her eyes from left to right, signaling a no. I knew she was as much into this as I was. Maybe it was even worse like this because she wasn't even the one receiving anything from it, not that I considered it an unfair deal, but at least when I got to eat her out I could do much more to her than she initially asked for, and she wasn't always capable of saying no to me.

“You're so perfect. Fuck, princess-” Y/n managed to hollow her cheeks some more, putting so much pressure onto my cock that I had an even harder time pulling out, but the thrust in was like heaven and hell combined. She moaned around me, and I threw my head back, pushing my dick so far into her that I was scared she wouldn't be able to breathe. But before I could check on her well-being she started moving her head, taking me even faster than I had managed, and with a few more pumps I was shooting my cum into her, and she swallowed it all while gazing up at me.

“Did I do good?” y/n whispered and gave me the most innocent look she had in herself while her hand held onto my cock, softly stroking it and hitting her lips with it.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I panted and pulled her up to kiss her. “My perfect little cock slut,” I hushed against her lips, and she squirmed instantly. She was mewling, tiny delicious noises leaving her throat as I held onto it and forced my tongue into her mouth.

“Punish me, J,” she gasped, and I smirked before spinning her around, my hand still fast around her throat while the other slid down between her legs and toyed with her pulsating clit. She always got so riled up while sucking my dick that it was hard to not want to eat her out in return every single time.

I took a step back and pulled her with me, her ass pressing harshly against my semi-hard dick. She seemed to notice it and started pushing against me even more.

“Don’t,” I hissed, and she whimpered in response to my fingers closing a bit harsher around her throat. “For that, I won't let you cum,” I growled before letting go of her throat and pushing her down, so her head could lean against the tile.

“‘m so sorry, J, won't do it again,” y/n cried softly and reached for my hand that was still between her legs.

My eyes fell to her back for the first time since I had arrived, and I was surprised to see a tattoo adorning her spine. The fine lavender flower bloomed on her lower back, right in the center of it.

“When did you get this, princess?” I asked while my index finger traced over the ink.

“The first week I got here, Lou came with me, that's why I lied because I didn't know how to-” She started rambling, and I put my hand over her mouth.

“Doesn't matter. All good now,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss her back right below where the stem of the flower started.

“Do you like it?” y/n asked as if it wasn't already clear to her that I loved it, and had always loved the mere idea of it.

“Fucking perfect, and the small bumblebee,” I kissed the small insect that was placed right next to a few leaves. “Love you so fucking much,” I murmured against her skin. Then I pulled my head back up and pumped my dick a few times before lining myself up and slowly pushing into her, with a groan leaving both of us.

“I get to take you like this every time you act like a bitch towards me, but maybe that's just what you want,” I breathed heavily while she moaned and gasped in response to my heavy and fast thrusts. I hoped the running water was and had been enough to dampen all the pretty sounds she gave me, but I also didn't really care about it. If they had heard us last night, they might as well hear us now, was all I could actually think of.

“So deep,” she moaned and pressed her cheek against the cold tile.

“You feel so good, baby,” I grunted, slamming into her, causing her to yelp. The sounds she gave me filled the room just as much as my skin slapping against hers. It was hot and heavy, and I was so close, but I knew I couldn't hold up my promise. I knew I wouldn't be able to go on with the day if I didn't let her cum.

My hand found her neck again, and I pulled her up, flush against my chest. I started nibbling on her earlobe while my other hand was putting some more pressure on her clit until she screamed and begged.

“It's okay,” I whispered into her ear. “You can let go now, my love. I want you to soak me, baby.”

And her orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It felt like she was trying to rip my dick off, that's how hard she came, and I couldn't move anymore, not until she was done.

“Y/n/n- Fuck- Relax, princess,” I cursed, and she slumped in my arms, her cunt lost the grip it had on me and I managed to keep on fucking into her until I finished. But I didn't grant her the satisfaction of feeling me cum inside her, instead I pulled out just in the right moment to spray my seed all over her back, especially on the new tattoo.

“That's how it's supposed to look like,” I grinned and let my hands run over her perfect perky tits, and she just nodded, completely exhausted by all of it.

“Can I turn around?” y/n mumbled, and I spun her around and wrapped my arms around her back.

“You good?”

“That was a whole lot for how long you've been here,” she giggled lightly, and I let my forehead fall to hers, smiling at her.

“Have to hold up the good reputation,” I hushed, and her lips got caught on my own, chasing them in a hot and mind-boggling kiss.

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