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[littlelamy]

i haven’t been on here 100%, but i wanted to take a moment to say this—this space is for writing, creating, and supporting each other, not for bullying or tearing people down. if i’m moots with someone who has been hurting others, please let me know. i don’t tolerate hate in any form, whether it’s through words or actions. this is a safe space to share and express, not a free pass to be cruel. we uplift here, not destroy.

[littlelamy]

rereading to feel something

Milkshake - Rafe Cameron One Shot

+18 Minor DNI

OlderPerv!Rafe x BestFriend!Reader

both are in their 30’s

⭐️ republished ⭐️

+18 Minor DNI

🪄 (spoilers) Cheating, swearing, name-calling, oral (male receiving), cum play, choking, Rafe’s a perv 🚩, has pictures and videos of reader w/out her consent, mentions listening to her masterbate,fetishizes simple things (reader licking whipped cream and drinking from a straw) because he’s a perv

📖 OlderPerv!Rafe is obsessed with his best friend (reader) and is willing to do whatever it takes to get you. Based off of an ask: Perv daddys best friend paying yn to only put the tip into her Because thats not really cheating on his wife it is not all the way in is it? But it feels so good too her and she just pushes herself all the way down rafe is totaly in awe as she starts riding him Her putting his hands on her tits

✨ “What?” You cut him off, pulling back a little, staring into his lust-blown eyes. He leans in, not wanting to explain any further. You take your hand, resting it on his neck, pushing him back to the headrest, making his eyes flutter shut. Rafe releases a primal groan, the vibrations felt against your palm. He likes this. You squeeze his throat a little tighter, making him moan. ✨

2.8 K lightly edited (<- mostly smut)

Reader’s POV:

“My mouth is watering, Rafe,” you groan. “This is torture.”

His eyes cut over to yours, rolling back in annoyance. “If you think you’re drinking a milkshake in my car, you’re crazy. I don’t even let my wife bring food in here. This ride is my baby. It’s ten-minute tops.”

“You don’t eat or drink in your car… ever?” You pout, poking out your bottom lip as you look around his pristine ride. The answer is so plainly written in the details.

“You can fuck up my bimmer, my G-Wagon, hell even my Escalade. Aight? Dealer’s choice. But you’re not eatin’ in the DB5.”

“Did this come with your mid-life crisis starter pack or what?”

Rafe sucks his teeth and laughs. “Yeah. Yeah. This and that fleshlight-“

“TMI!”

“TMI?” He gasps through a laugh. “It’s the only thing fuckin’ me these days. M’always in the doghouse. Always…”

“What did you do this time, Cameron?”

“Nothin’.”

“Bull-fuckin’-shit,” you retort. Rafe rakes back his hair nervously, scratching at his 5 o’clock shadow. Fuck, he’s handsome… You stare at him a little more. His head snaps your way, catching you with a smirk on his lips.

“You like what you see or what?” He challenges.

You roll your eyes and scoff. “What did you do, Ray,” you mimic his Sofia’s voice, making him cringe.

“Fuck, you’re too good at that. Don’t do that shit.”

“What?” You mock her again.

“Like nails on a chalkboard. I swear. Use your voice. Please.”

“Mhmm… If you let me eat in your car and IF you tell me why you’re in trouble.”

“You’re a nosy little shit. You know that?”

“Ray…” You breathe in her tone again.

“Shut up about your goddamn milkshake,” he huffs. “It ain’t gonna happen. What adult drinks a milkshake anyways?”

“It’s got booze in it.”

“And?” He sasses.

“Island Club makes the best mudslides. You know that. Stop stalling and tell me what’s up.”

“Fine! She found pictures on my phone. Okay?”

“Pictures?”

“Pictures.”

“Of what?”

“It’s personal.”

“Of who?”

“Leave me alone!”

“Pussy.”

“It’s none of your goddamn business. Alright?”

You turn toward him, dramatically swiping your finger across the whipped cream, bringing it to your mouth. Rafe’s eyes dart from you to the road and back. “C’mon, Rafey.” You slip your finger between your lips, leaving a little mess on the bottom. Rafe lifts an eyebrow in your direction, a smirk pulling on his perfect lips.

He punches the gas, making you grip your seat wide-eyed. “We’re almost there,” he smiles as his car barrels through the night. Your heart starts to race along with the speed of his Aston Martin, the pointer kissing seventy miles an hour.

“R-Rafe. The speed limit is twenty-five.”

“It’s optional.”

“Rafe!” You squeal, grabbing onto the door as you round a tight curve. He lets out a wild laugh, eyes trained on the road ahead as the engine roars.

“This is so fucking dangerous!”

“Please… You should have thought about it before you did whatever the fuck that was,” he groans. “And it isn’t dangerous, baby. You’re safe.” Baby…

The trees around you melt into the night as you fly by them. Nothing is visible but the road before you. Rafe doesn’t look frightened in the slightest, completely confident, blissed out even. “Where are we even going?” You spit.

“Our spot.”

“Our spot? What spot?”

“The spot where we smoked weed for the first time… Riddler Cove – Beach Access,” he blurts breathlessly. “You were wearin’ that little red bikini,” he smiles as he wets his bottom lip, twisting his hands a little tighter on the steering wheel as he recalls something from 16 years ago.

Rafe reaches for the speaker, cranking up the music. The bass bumps in your chest, dueling with the rapid beating of your heart. You see the Riddler Cove parking lot come into view, vast darkness stretching ahead as you near the water. He smiles in your direction, his mood changing in an instant. A shameful look spreads on his face as he slows his roll. “I should have asked,” he sighs. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Jesus Christ. Just give me a fucking warning next time,” you let out a nervous laugh, punching his arm hard. Rafe coasts down the route, sailing into the vacant parking lot. Your heart rate slows, and your grip loosens on the leather seat.

Rafe quickly cuts off the engine, turning toward you hastily, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Show me.”

”Show you what?“ You laugh lightly as you turn your body toward him again.

His eyes lower from yours, landing on your cleavage. Rafe’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight of your tits pressed together. ”Uhh.. That thing you did with the whipped cream. Show me again. It wasn’t fair… I didn’t get to see.“

Your cheeks burn from your smile. You shake your head dizzily. “No, Rafe.”

“Pretty please.”

“We’re friends. What the fuck do you wanna see that for?”

“Why did you do that in the first place? Huh? What do you expect from me?”

“I don’t know…” You scoff. “Perv.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“I’m no perv. I’m just a guy. Sue me.”

“If I do it again, will you let me have my shake in here?” You relax your head into the seat, fluttering your lashes.

“If you do it again, you can have whatever you want.”

“Depends then. Are you telling me your secrets?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

“I really, really wanna know,” you smile.

“Ugh. FUCK! Fine. They were… pictures of – well… Pictures of you.”

“We’re best friends. Why wouldn’t you have pictures of me?” You sneer as you think about his perfect little housewife.

“Uh… Yeah. Not those kinds,” he laughs weakly.

“Tell me. Please.” You throw your gaze down to the shake, hand drawing toward it slowly. Swiping again, you collect the sweet cream on your finger, bringing it to your lips.

Rafe’s gaze follows you closely, watching as it passes your lips, grazing your tongue. His lips mirror your own, slightly parted. You leave a little mess just like before. “Kelce,” he mumbles, too lost in the moment to even think straight.

“Excuse me?” You laugh breathily.

“Sorry – umm,” he fumbles as he watches your tongue slide across your lip. “You guys dated.”

“Duh,” you scoff.

“Been… Mmm,” he moans, watching you wrap your lips around the straw, watching you suck.

“Been?”

“I’ve been stealing your nudes off his phone for years.”

“Rafe!” You gasp through a broad nervous smile.

“Yeah – Yeah. You seem real upset about it, sweetheart,” he teases you as you try to act serious about it all.

“Why? I mean do you want me?”

“Obviously. I’d do anything. I mean anything to have you,” he sighs. “Even a little.”

“Even a little?” You ask, riding off the high of your beautiful best friend’s admittance. I mean, I should be upset, but I’m not. Not in the slightest.

“Just the tip. Please,” he pleads. “I’ll – I’ll pay you even.”

“Jesus, Rafe. Pay me? What the hell?”

“No – No. Stop. Think of it as a thank you. Okay? And it’s just the tip, so it’s not technically cheatin’.”

“Would your Sofia say the same?” You ask.

“Do you care?” He questions louder as he cocks an eyebrow in your direction. You think about it momentarily, shaking your head no before looking back into his beautiful blue eyes. “I don’t.”

“Yeah. That’s what I thought. So, please,” Rafe whispers, lessening the space between you.

“I should be upset about the pictures, Cameron,” you whisper as you match his movements.

“You really, really should be. But you aren’t,” he subsists as his lips hover mere inches from yours. Rafe’s hand works up your arm, toiling around the back of your neck. “10k.”

“10? Are you kidding?”

“I’ll make it 15 if you stop askin’ questions-”

“Deal.” His lips crash into his, taking your breath away. Mouths, parting; tongue, greeting his as you throw your seatbelt off. Rafe reaches for you, pulling you onto his lap. He grabs your hips, driving you closer. You can feel the chill of your wetness as your panties graze his belt buckle, making you moan softly into your kiss. Rafe smiles against your lips.

“20 if you just let me play a little,” Rafe hums like he snorted a line, finally getting his fix. “20 G’s.”

“Rafe…”

“I’m serious. No more questioning me. C’mon. Your moans sound so much prettier close like this-” he pants.

“What?” You cut him off, pulling back a little, staring into his lust-blown eyes. He leans in, not wanting to explain any further. You take your hand, resting it on his neck, pushing him back to the headrest, making his eyes flutter shut. Rafe releases a primal groan, the vibrations felt against your palm. He likes this. You squeeze his throat a little tighter, making him moan.

“Fuckkk,” he drawls. “You’re killing me,“ he rasps.

You lean in closer, brushing your lips against his, making him whine when you pull away slightly, causing him to chase your mouth. “How do you know what it sounds like when I moan, Rafe?” You whisper against his lips.

“I’ve heard it before. So, so, so many times…”

“How?”

“Through the wall, on my phone, out your window, behind a door. I know what it sounds like when you cum on your fingers, your vibrator, or a dick. Just – Just please don’t stop. I’m sorry. 40… Alright? 40k. 50 if you let me take off your clothes. Me. Not you.”

He rests his head on your shoulder, burying himself in your neck as you think. His lips press against your skin; wet kisses planted as he moves to your jaw, working his way back to your neck, sucking lightly. “You smell so damn good,” he groans hungrily, making you pulse below. “So perfect.” Your hands fall slowly down his chest, working lower and lower.

He breathes your name against your skin as your fingers graze over the top of his jeans; his cock, rock-hard underneath, making him suck in a breath. “Rafe,” you pant against his lips as your fingers continue to outline his length, working down his thigh.

His hands skim higher, pinching your lace thong between his fingers. “I’m begging you,” he pleads pathetically.

“Okay.”

“Okay? Seriously?”

Rafe grabs the door handle fast, pressing it open before you can change your mind. A strong breeze whips through the car as the two of you step out. Rafe shuts the door, quickly backing you into the vehicle as his hands work around your neck, kissing you deeper. His hips drive into yours, tongue slipping through your lips. You moan his name softly, making his hold on you even tighter.

His hands fall to your hips, gripping tightly, turning you away. Your hands rest against the driver’s side window as he works up your thighs, slipping under your skirt. You look over your shoulder, matching his gaze as he seizes your hips. You can feel his cock through his jeans, stiff against your ass. Rolling slowly, you work yourself against him, listening to his muttered praise. His fingers dig deeper, a bruising hold on your body that’ll surely leave marks.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. Rafe reaches under your skirt, looping his long fingers around the string of your panties, pulling them over your ass. Rafe quickly grabs them from the ground, tucking them in his pocket for later. You feel the chill of your wetness against the open air, the warmth of his hand following close behind, gliding up your inner thigh, drifting closer and closer. Rafe’s thick fingers sweep up your wet pussy. “Shit…” He moans, huskily quickly stuffing them in his mouth, sucking you off. Rafe reaches forward and grabs your neck, pulling you back to his lips. He kisses you, causing chills to fall over your body and nerves buzzing from head to toe as you taste yourself on his lips. “Get in the back.”

Rafe grabs the door and pulls it open, letting you sink inside. He follows closely behind, snatching you and pulling you back onto his lap. You pinch the bottom of your dress, but he stops you. “You said I could-” He huffs. “We had a deal.” You give him a nod, and he smiles boyishly, pinching the little zipper between your tits, tugging it open achingly slow; Rafe hanging onto every moment. His mouth falls agape, eyes wide as he drinks you in. ”Goddamn,“ he groans as he tosses his head back, a broad smile painted on his lips.

You draw your mouth to his neck, kissing him roughly. He lets out a sinful chuckle, taking a grip on your ass, spanking you, circling your bare skin. “Mmm… Let me look at you, baby,” he says. Rafe bites his kiss-bitten lip, studying you carefully as his fingers trace up your spine slowly. He lands on the clasp of your bra, unfastening it. The fabric slips off your shoulders and onto his lap. His eyes follow the lace, journeying up your body again, landing on yours. He takes your nipple in his mouth, swirling and biting, before moving to the other side.

BEEP.

Your stomach drops. The gravity of the situation is setting in as you see a text notification from his wife. You pull away, grabbing your bra off his lap. “Hey. No – N-No. Stop. Please. Just – Just c’mon. I need this. Please. I need you-”

“Who said I was gonna stop?” You whisper as you toss your bra to the floor.

You lean over, grabbing his phone, declining his wife before flicking your finger a couple of times, angling it straight at the two of you, pressing record. “Did you just… Are we? Oh my god,” he babbles as you help him out of his polo. You let out an airy laugh, resting your hand against his chiseled chest, using the other to trace his signature gold chain.

“Am I recording this? Yeah. Yeah, I am,” you hum. Rafe’s heart bangs under your palm, the man unable to catch his breath. “Just the tip.”

“Just the tip,” he stammers as he races for his belt, quickly fighting with the button and zipper. Rafe strips down to his boxers, letting you do the rest. You tease him, taking your time, revealing his length inch by inch. His dick springs free, slapping against his toned stomach; his fat tip messy with precum. Your gaze flicks to his as you lower your mouth to his cock. Rafe’s lips part, eyes hooded. His thick breathing and moans fill the car. “Shit,” he hisses as you pull away, looking down at you with a mix of emotions. “55… 55k?”

You hover over his tip, running a line of spit onto the head of his cock. His muscles tighten, fist slamming down on the leather seat.

“60,” you tease.

“Just – just take it. The black one. Fuck the black card in my wallet. I don’t care. Anything you need… Anything you want… Anything you think about, it’s fucking yours.”

“I’m not taking your money,” you whisper, blowing lightly on his cock before swirling your tongue around his head, collecting his precum.

“Oh fuck,” he moans. Rafe’s mouth falls open, his long, thick dick cumming in ropes of white almost instantly. His apologies get caught in his throat as you lick a line up his stiff shaft, cleaning the mess. Rafe reaches for air as he watches you suck him off some more, using what remains to stroke his cock as you tap his tip against your tongue. He looks over at the phone in a fucked-out daze, smiling in satisfaction before throwing his head back. “Yeah… Yeah you are. You’re taking my goddamn money.”

He grabs you, pulling you into his arms, lips crashing into yours. Rafe wraps his strong arms around your body, pulling you nearer, his bare chest pressed against yours. Your heart races a little faster as your adrenaline starts to kick it. ”The tip?“ He asks hopefully between kisses, getting greedy, hoping you’ll cave and give him more.

“Only the tip,” you respire as you thrust your hand between the two of you, taking hold of his cock.

“I’ll take it,” Rafe whispers as his head meets your cunt. He lets out a deep groan, thundering in his chest. His eyes meet yours again. “This is for me?” He asks shakily. “Please say it’s for”

“You, Rafe. It’s all for you.”

He takes control, gripping his cock in his fist, running his fat mushroom tip through your slick folds, swirling softly on your clit. Rafe shudders in overstimulation but there’s no fuckin’ way he’ll stop for anything. He slows down slightly, a smile spreading on his lips as he glides lower.

“Mmm… Right there,” you whisper against his mouth as his head toys with your entrance. His lips press against yours as you widen your thighs, dropping down on his tip, feeling a big stretch.

“Fuck me,” he pants.

“Feels so good, Rafe,” you whimper.

“So damn good. Holy shi-” You sink lower and lower unable to stop yourself. Rafe lets out a long, drawn-out moan against your lips. “Oh… Oh fuck,” he stammers as he clutches your hips when you’re fully sat, pulling back to look at you in awe. He pushes you down a little more, making your eyes roll back in your skull, filled to the brim with him. The sight of your pleasure is almost too much to take.

The two of you watch as you rise up, Rafe’s thick cock glistening with your essence. You hook one hand behind his neck, leaning back slightly, gripping the leather seat. You start to ride him, grinding and bouncing on his big cock as his large hands hold onto your tits. Rafe grabs your hips and slap your ass; just playing with your body, worshiping your curves like he’s always wanted.

“I’m not gonna last – just keep going. Please-” He begs.

“Just keep cumming for me…” You moan as you start to roll your body, working him in and out of your soaked pussy, 60 thousand dollars richer.

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[littlelamy]

I need more of Pathetic!Rafe x Stripper!Reader or I’m gonna lose my mind ur too good at writing them 😭

☺️ my love @rafesplaymate wrote it!! 🤍🤍

[littlelamy]

in reference to catching him cheating, the audacity????? the switch up from being "apologetic" when he was caught to saying the reader isn't perfect either??? as if he wasn't just caught in the act??? i am baffled and disbelieved (and sofia is, in fact, also the problem in that situation 💀 if she knew he was taken at least)

RIGHT!!!! he thinks he can apologize and all is forgiven, but you literally cheated and tried to justify it smh I hope you still liked reading it 😭🤭

[littlelamy]

just here to say that ily and i’m so glad we are mutuals 🐰 muah muah muah

STAWP because I LOVE YOU MORE 💗 one of my BIGGEST inspirations!!!

[littlelamy]

OMG THANK YOU BABY🤭🤭

hi lovelies! it’s naomi / babydoll! tomorrow is my birthday and i just wanted to make a post on all of my favorite writers and just the writers who inspired me to make this blog in the first place! i’m so grateful to be mutuals with some of them and some of them i’d love to be mutuals with but obviously no pressure :)

if you guys haven’t already you should hundred percent check this blogs out! they are all so incredibly talented

@rafesangelita @issues4him @slvbun @thehydraethereal

@sarahsangelicdoll @castielsloversblog @cameronfever

@echobx @cherienymphe @rafesplaymate @feverg1rl

@simpforboys @rafeyssugar @harryspet @dollyfiles

@interlude63 @ds-angel1 @rafey-baby @outerhills

@cameronsprincess @bambrinaa @softbabybelle

@sweetlolita666 @shawtycoreee @nativegirltapes

@rowdydevs @ickyrafe @dark-fics-4-you @rafesbowbunny

@littlelamy @meimei-archives @eerielamb @pointocean

@hauntedfawnn @babygazette @tinythebunni @rafelust

@isasweetie @messylustt @rafesaddiction @nemesyaaa

@thyme-in-a-bubble @rafecameronssl4t @crookedteethed

@tinyluvs @aemndxx @erwinsvow @princessbrunette

@cal-flakes @rafes-slut

[littlelamy]

OMG THE NEW THEME IS ADORABLE

ahhhhhhh thank you so so much 🤭🤭🤭

[littlelamy]

i love you and your work itches my brain

i love you and your work puts the biggest, warmest smile on my face

[littlelamy]

sooo you basically want to make out

omg what kind of girl do you take me for (yes when and where?)

[littlelamy]

😮‍💨 speechless.

I Wanna Feel You From The Inside.

warnings: body worship. descriptions of sex. bodily fluids. male x female. p in v.

a/n: this movie sparked this something in me as someone who’s so carnal. can be imagined as rafe or drew… maybe even eugene

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He is so alluring, desirable, entirely delectable.

A decedent dessert that she wants to savor on her tongue.

She desires to consume him entirely, for his body to be completely and irrevocably intertwined with her own.

For their souls to be interlaced in a way that is entirely in indestructible.

He’s standing in front of her, his gorgeous body her own personal statue. One she traces her fingers over. Reaching every curve, mark, crevice and flaw.

His beautiful being entirely addicting, the one she knows will be her downfall.

She’s a junkie and he’s her fix.

He’s looking at her with those endearing cobalt eyes, standing inbetween her bare legs as she traces her hands over every inch of him. Her nails lightly grazing over him in a way that leaves him shuddering.

Holding his eyes, she leans in and presses a delicate kiss to his lean stomach. His breath shuddering as he brings a large hand to tangle in her hair. Her nose rubbing against his heated skin, lips grazing against him as she feels his peach fuzz tickle her.

God, he is so beautiful.

She can’t tear her eyes away.

She spreads her legs wider from where she sits on the edge of the bed, sheets strewn from the way they rolled around them. Tangled in each other with passionate fervor.

He groans with hunger at the gleaming wetness inbetween her spread legs. The patch of groomed hair his favorite thing to nuzzle against. His eyes taking in the peaks and curves of her body exposed beneath him.

His lover who worships him just as much as he worships her.

His breathing becomes heavy when she runs her soft hands up his toned stomach, her soft fingertips grazing his hardened nipples. Her hands worshiping the peaks of his body.

Worshiping the warmth of his skin.

He whines when she nuzzles her nose against the messily groomed patch of hair inbetween his legs — that is still wet from their lovemaking. Feeling the soft hairs tickle against her skin as she turns to rub her cheek against his throbbing cock.

Still gleaming from her arousal. Feeling the dampness and his length resting on her skin.

Her hands slide down his body, curving over his slim hips as she brings them to settle on his backside. Groping it in-between her hands as she pressed delicate kisses across his throbbing hard on. Her lips grazing the reddened, leaking tip as she stares up at him through teary eyes. Mischief in her gaze.

He is so irrevocably addicted to her.

The way she worships him, the way she kisses across every inch of his body like it was her haven.

Her nails fingers run over his rear, finger tips grazing sensually over where the peaks separate. Bringing her hands down to the inners of his thighs. Pulling them apart before she lets them go and brings her nails to dig in the apples of his back side.

His whines and breathy groans get harsher, panting as she presses heated kisses across his cock. Then his hips, to his pelvis, up to his abdomen.

Her eyes gleaming with worship like he was her god.

He uses the hand tangled in her hair to pull her head back, a small string of saliva connecting them from her desperate kisses to his skin.

She whines at the loss of contact, her gorgeous eyes and wispy lashes fluttering as she begs him to let her worship him.

He gives her a soft, endeared smirk. Bringing his free hand to her face, his index finger sitting softly under her chin as his thumb grazes her swollen, plush, wet lips. Pushing his thumb in and pressing the pad of his finger against her tongue as she happily accepts it.

Immediately wrapping her lips around him and shutting her eyes in satisfaction, slightly bobbing her head as she sucks it fervently with hollowed cheeks.

Desperate to please him.

Her hands against his bottom push him closer to her. Sliding her hands up and to the lower of his back before dragging her nails down to his backside once more.

Marking him as hers.

He already was the moment they locked eyes that night in the bar.

He lets go of his grip on her hair, his fingertips brushing delicately over her smooth décolleté. Before running them down her soft peaks, running them over her hardened nipples. Using his position inbetween her legs to nudge her thighs apart wider.

Watching with satisfaction as the delicate flower in-between her legs blossomed for him beautifully. Opening up invitingly. Still leaking his cum as it wets the strewn sheets below her.

She’s looking at him again, watching as his eyes run over her bare body with the hunger. His need to ravage her entirely.

He brings the thumb from in-between her lips and uses the same hand to tangle in the bottom of her hair once more. Pulling her head back with a harsh grip as she whines.

Not from the pain.

From the need to have some part of him inside her mouth; pressed against her lips.

Her leans down, his throbbing hard-on bobbing in-between them as he smashes his lips against hers. A kiss that is all passion, want, need. Desire laced in every smack of lips, sloppy with saliva as they breathe harshly against each other.

He pushes her back against the messy sheets, urging her to lay down as his legs nudge under her thighs and spread her wide open for him once more. His arms encasing around her head, encasing her in their little world of unadulterated passion.

Their eyes are locked into each other’s. Their pupils swirling with emotions that say what their lips don’t.

He brings a hand down to his throbbing cocking, slapping it against the mess in-between her legs. Once, twice, three times before he pops the tip into her messy, leaking hole.

Both of them whining and groaning, their breathes hitting each other’s faces as he sinks himself in. His hand coming to brush her messy hair back so he can see the entirety of the face he loves.

Her legs spread wide and allow him to defile her once more, welcoming in his cock like her pussy was his home. Her arms wrapping around his strong back as she bucks her hips to get him all the way in.

And when their hips meet, his heavy balls pressed to her ass — eyes locked onto each other with an energy that left them suffocating. Drowning in each other and never wanting another breathe of air if it meant not having this.

They both said to each other with their gazes; what their lips didn’t.

This mutual addiction was worth succumbing to.

[littlelamy]

okay update!! i’m currently working on a new reader (!!!) and i also have like 15 requests i’m planning to finish up 🫣 i should have everything done by the end of this week, but things are a little crazy rn—i’m wrapping up applications and getting ready for a big school thing so these next two weeks are gonna be jam packed 💌 thank u for being patient w me i luv u guys!

[littlelamy]

i luv your blog so much <33 you’re genuinely such an inspiration to me

thank you so much, my love!! 💗

[littlelamy]

any requests you got that you’re excited about writing?

these; but there are couple more I’m excited about !

[littlelamy]

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pogue!jj and lovely!kook!reader having sex for the first time

lovely!kook!reader mlist

cw: smut, teasing, mutual pining, friends to lovers, not so innocent touching, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), dirty talk, cream pie

it was a typical night at the chateau—the scent of saltwater and cheap beer lingering as the pogues lounged around. you sat between sarah and kie, legs draped lazily over the armrest of the worn-out sunchair, a red solo cup dangling from your fingertips.

the bonfire crackled in the background, casting flickering shadows over the group, but jj wasn’t paying attention to any of it.

from the moment you had walked in that night, wearing those tiny denim shorts and a turquoise fitted tank that hugged you in all the right places, jj had been fighting a losing battle. and he wasn’t subtle about it either.

his eyes had been glued to your every move—the way your lips curved around the rim of your drink, the way you tossed your hair over your shoulder when you laughed, the way your bare legs stretched out in the dim light. he was down bad, and you damn well knew it.

the speakers hummed with a slow r&b beat, something smooth and sultry that had you instinctively swaying to the rhythm, rolling your hips ever so slightly as you nursed the last sip of your drink before getting up to dance.

jj swallowed hard, gripping his beer tighter. he was trying to act cool, but the heat spreading through his body told him otherwise. you caught his stare and smirked. he was always easy to read—boyish charm barely concealing the tension thrumming through him.

you had been teasing him all night, brushing against him when you passed, leaning in just a little too close when you spoke. and now, as the music wrapped around you, you decided to push him over the edge.

walking off the porch, you made your way over to him, slow and deliberate. “you good, maybank?” you teased, placing a hand on his shoulder as you leaned down.

jj’s breath hitched. “m’fine,” he muttered, but his voice was rough, uneven. “yea?” you smirked, your fingers tracing along the back of his neck. “you don’t look fine.”

you didn’t give him time to answer before you straddled his lap, rolling your hips against him in time with the music. the pogues hollered in the background—pope choking on his drink, kie cackling, johnb shaking his head with a knowing grin—but neither of you paid any attention.

jj’s hands flew to your waist, gripping you firmly as you moved against him. his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged. “y/n,” he growled low enough that only you could hear. “you tryna’ kill me, or what?”

you leaned in, lips brushing against his ear. “just giving you what you’ve been staring at all night.” jj groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. you could feel him—hard and needy beneath you—and the realization sent a thrill down your spine.

“you’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. you grinned, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to his jaw before slipping off his lap, grabbing his wrist as you pulled him toward the chateau. “mm, wanna join?”

and of course jj didn’t hesitate. with a low curse, he let you drag him inside, ready to lose himself in whatever the hell you had in mind. both of you ignoring the knowing smirks and little mumbles from your friends.

the moment you were inside, jj had you pressed against the nearest wall, his hands sliding down your sides, his lips ghosting over your neck. you sighed, tilting your head to the side to give him better access, “shit, what the hell took you so long, jay?” jj chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “jus’ waited for you to give in first.”

you grinned, your fingers slipping into his hair, tugging him closer, your lips barely touching, “shut up.” and then you kissed him. it was both heat and hunger and something dangerously addicting. he pressed you closer, his hands sliding lower, gripping your plump ass and picking you up with ease. your legs locking around his hips immediately.

jj wasn’t going to wait any longer, so he carried you over to the worn out couch of johnb’s crib, laying you down rather carefully unlike his earlier movements. tongues tangled up in a passionate kiss.

the second your back hit the roughened up cushions, he was on you, pressing you into the sheets with his body, his lips trailing a slow, teasing path down your neck while he toyed with his own shirt, desperately trying to get it off while not pulling away from your lips.

you let out a breathy laugh, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging him back up to face you. “need some help there?”

jj smirked, blue eyes flickering with something wild. “you’ve been grinding on me for the past twenty minutes, y/n. there’s literally a whole circus going on in my head right now.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, your hands moving down his chest to tug the dirty shirt off of him. his perfectly toned body presenting itself to you. jj chuckled as he saw you bite down on your lip, eyes raking over his golden skin.

you had seen him bare chested more times than you even saw him wearing a shirt, so the sight wasn’t new to you. but still, this time it felt different. this wasn’t just some drunken mistake or a moment of reckless indulgence. no, this was something that had been simmering beneath the surface for a long time now.

jj’s hands moved to undo the button of your shorts while your fingers were working on getting of your glittery tank top. it was more than obvious that the both of you needed each other bad.

soon you were left almost bare, the curves of your naked body perfectly displayed infront of the pogue boy. and you swore you could see his pupils dialate to almost twice their size.

jj had always known you were beautiful—everyone did. but seeing you like this, only in panties beneath him, your skin glowing under the dim light of the room, was something else entirely. he had never seen anything so perfect, so tempting, and for the first time in his life, he felt like he had something that was just for him.

his breath was uneven, his hands twitching at his sides as he took you in, trying to commit every detail to memory—the curve of your waist, the way your chest rose and fell with every shaky breath, the dark heat in your eyes as you watched him watching you.

fuck.

his fingers ghosted over your skin, brushing against one of your nipples and you shivered beneath him. that little reaction, that small sign that you were just as affected as he was, made something in him snap. “you’re so fucking beautiful..”

his control was already hanging by a thread. and when he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, all that restraint shattered. he didn’t just kiss you—he devoured you, poured every ounce of hunger, of need, into it. you could feel his hardness against your core as he pressed himself even closer, a small whine escaping your lips, “jay, please..”

he chuckled at the way you begged for him, but the tightness he felt in his cargo shorts was almost painful. “gonna let me make you feel good, mama?”

“ugh, please just shut up and keep going.” you groaned, hips grinding eagerly against his still clothed cock, which made the blonde boy audibly gasp. jj usually loved to play the long game, but with the way you were squirming underneath him, hot pink panties already soaked, he couldn’t torture you any longer.

so he let go off you, tugging at his shorts to finally free himself. you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open a little at his sight. he was rock hard, his tip a pretty pink shade and already leaking a bit of precum. it would be a lie if you said you hadn’t imagine him before, but seeing his thick cock right infront of of you now, was totally different.

you could feel your cunt throbbing already, heat spreading through your whole body as you yanked jj down by his neck to connect your lips once again. his fingers were quick to find the thin fabric of your panties, pulling them down in one swift motion and tossing them on the ground.

jj’s eyes immediately locked onto your wet folds, groaning out in desperate need. he grabbed the base of his cock, pumping himself a few times, before letting the tip rub over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “fuck, been wanting to burry my dick in that sweet pussy for so long now.”

“mygod jay, please just do it already and quit teasing..” you managed to mumble out, while the head of his cock kept on brushing over your aching cunt. and just when you were about to protest again he pushed his tip inside, the feeling of his cock spreading you open, making you both moan out.

“jeez look at that.. your little pussy’s sucking me right in.” he pushed in deeper, making your eyes flutter shut. you could feel every inch of him, the deep pressure filling you completely. you bit your bottom lip, whining slightly as he started to rock his hips in sync with the music blasting outside.

you knew jj was experienced when it came to sex, but jesus fucking christ you weren't expecting it to feel this good. he couldn’t help but smile at the sounds you were making, little moans and gaps escaping your lips, as he made his cock slip in and out of your wet cunt.

you knew you shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you were—jj was reckless, unpredictable, the exact type of guy you swore you wouldn’t get caught up with again. but right now, with the way he was looking at you, like you were something to be worshipped, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

jj was safe in the most dangerous way—not in the sense that he didn’t matter, but in the way that being with him didn’t feel complicated. there were no expectations, no weight of the past pressing down on the two of you. and maybe that was exactly what you desperately needed right now.

something light. something intoxicating. someone who wouldn’t ask her to figure out what you wanted before you were ready. jj wasn’t looking for promises or confessions. he was here, now, in this moment with you, letting the night take you wherever it wanted. no second thoughts. no regrets.

"jesus christ," he grunted against your neck, “i’m gonna nut if you keep squeezing me like that.” you harshly digged your nails into jj’s shoulders, a shaky whimper escaping you as his filthy words made their way straight to your aching cunt.

the feeling of you clenching around him was heavenly, and he swore he could stay like this forever if you weren’t so fucking tight around him. “feels so good, jay..” you moaned out, his mind full with pleasure and lust just like yours was.

seeing you squirming beneath him like that was almost too much for jj. he could feel himself getting closer and closer to releasing, and as much as he wanted to keep going, to drag it out, he just couldn’t.

“fuck, mama. gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up?” he asked for permission, your eyes opening for a second when his thrusts became more frantic and sloppy, your own orgasm building in your lower stomach making you moan out, “shit—yes, please..”

your eyes rolled back, pussy tightening and pulsing around his dick so good that he spilled inside you with the hottest moan you’ve ever heard, “goddamn..” he didn’t stop though, not before you were cumming around him with a high pitched whimper, and thank god the music was so loud, because otherwise the pogues would have surely heard you scream his name.

you were left panting, chest heaving up and down as jj smiled sheepishly at you, his cock still buried inside your sopping cunt. reaching out you brushed some of the sweat drenched hair off his forehead, admiring the boy hovering over you.

“can’t believe we waited so long for this..you’re fuckin’ perfect, y/n.” he mumbled, breath hot against your skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, leaving your heart full.

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