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You wanted to try ‘n fuck yourself on his cock mid fuck

Frat!Rafe telling you to moan louder so that the gc will have better audio to get off to

Rafe fucking you while you cling to the stupid bear he bought you

Pounding into you while you’re supposed to be on top until you squirt all over the place

It’s giving stepdad!Rafe

Rafe definitely loves to fuck you like this <3

Rafe x bratty gf vibes, idk why just the vibes this vid gives

Loser!season1!Rafe core

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— texts with your sugar daddy (and maybe boyfriend), rafe

rating: n/sfw — cw: some sexually suggestive parts

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can you do rafe still wants you but you’re barry’s gf

this is so good yesssss

OFF LIMITS?

pairing. boyfriend’s bsf¡rafe && reader

content. 18+. smut. cheating (not on reader). unprotected sex. breeding kink(ig?) language. mention of drugs.

he couldn’t believe you were with barry.

you were everything he wasn’t; kind, smart, well-mannered, innocent.

god, you were so fucking innocent—not in the ‘never been kissed way’ just the way you looked at him, eyes wide like you’d let him do anything to you. it drove him crazy. rafe couldn’t help but think about ruining you. you were so delicate, so breakable. and rafe—he wanted to break you in. it was all he thought about; at night with his dick in his hand, at dinner when he was supposed to be partaking in family conversation, when he woke up in the morning, every. single. shower. you were every thought—even his dreams had you in them.

and you were with barry? what did he do to deserve you?

he was a drug dealer—a bad guy. he was an asshole with no morals, a guy who’d do anything for a stack of cash, or a bag of coke. rafe liked to tell himself that you were only doing it to prove a point, maybe fuck with your parents or friends, freak them out by dating ‘the drug dealer’. that was the only thing that kept him sane—not that he was. he was far from it when it came to you.

so, it was inconvenient that every time he needed his next fix, he had to see you.

—

rafe’s fist banged against the metal door of barry’s trailer. he didn’t bother to wait for him to open it—his pounding was a warning rather than a request.

he walked into the trailer only to find barry sitting on the couch… with you in his lap. barry played with the hem of your shorts with one hand, the other occupied with a beer bottle. your tiny tank top left little to the imagination, and your shorts had the same effect. the ‘B’ necklace hanging from your neck made rafe’s skin crawl. he hated it, hated you for wearing it, hated barry the most. your dark hair fell perfectly against your flawless skin, and your perfect legs were on full display across the couch.

this sight should be considered a form of torture.

“ayo country club! what’s goin’ on my man,” barry greeted rafe with a faux level of enthusiasm… and you just sat there, all pretty and perfect and fuckable and rafe was losing his damn mind. your big doe eyes looking up at rafe when he entered had blood rushing to his crotch. it was pathetic, and he hated it (he loved it).

you climbed off barry’s lap so he could retrieve rafe’s coke. you knew how this worked—not only with barry, but with rafe. he was a loyal customer. you sat yourself back down on the lumpy couch, the tv playing something on a low volume. you pretended to watch, but all you could focus on was rafe’s gaze burning into you. you shifted uncomfortably—mainly because the couch was uncomfortable, but rafe’s eyes didn’t help either.

barry came back with a bag of cocaine, exchanging it with rafe for some cash the blonde pulled out of his pocket. a sudden ring was heard through the trailer, barry reaching into his pocket to pull out a phone.

“yeah? … shit! a’ight, a’ight. … CALM DOWN. fuck ‘m on my way,” he hung up without another word.

“yo rafe, imma need ya to stay here with y/n. i gotta go handle somethin’,” he said frantically, grabbing the keys to his bike and something else before heading toward the door.

“wait! barry where–?!,” you started, you weren’t necessarily worried about him leaving—more worried about him leaving rafe alone with you.

“i’ll be back, princess. just gotta handle business. y’know how it is. stay here a’ight?,” and he was out the door without another protest from you or rafe—not that rafe had any protest.

“okay, bye…,” you muttered to yourself as you heard the bike starting, and sputtering off. rafe couldn’t help the smirk spreading across his face as he plopped down on the couch next to you.

“looks like it’s just me and you ‘princess’,” he mocked barry’s nickname for you (even though rafe would love to call you it at any given chance).

“looks like it,” you responded, bringing your knees to your chest. you didn’t mind rafe, but he had a tendency to ‘flip switches’, and you would be lying if you said that didn’t scare you… just a bit.

“c’mon doll… ‘m not gonna bite,” he taunted quietly. he scooched just a little closer to you. he leaned over so his mouth was right next to your ear, “unless you want me to,” he whispered. you would be lying if you said that didn’t send chills down your spine.

the next thing you felt were his fingers pushing strands of your hair out of your face. he peered down at that awful necklace, reaching out to toy with it. you couldn’t move—you should have, should have gotten up and walked to the other side of the trailer—but you were stuck. not physically—mentally. you didn’t know why, but your brain didn’t even want you to move. told you to ‘stay put. let him do it’.

he released the necklace, letting the metal fall back against your chest. his fingers trailed around your collarbone, featherlight like you would crack if he was too rough. your breathing was uneven and shallow, and rafe was thriving off it.

“haven’t pushed me away, sweetheart,” his low tone aggravated you. not because he was annoying, just because he was so smug. he knew what he was doing to you right now, and he was enjoying it.

“y’know you’re too good f’r him, baby,” he was whispering as if he had to keep it a secret, as if barry was on the other side of the wall. you were frustrated with your speechless-ness, frustrated with the way your thighs clenched together at his words, at his touch. your knees were starting to hurt from being pressed together so hard.

you finally looked toward him, met his lust-filled eyes. his pupils were so blown that his eyes barely looked blue anymore. your breath hitched, plump, glossed lips parting ever so slightly. rafe could feel your warm, unsteady breaths against his face, and his mind went foggy.

he closed the space between you like if he didn’t kiss you now barry might come back before he could—like he had to seize the moment.

you wished you had pulled away, slapped him right across his face, told him how wrong it was—how messed up he was, and kicked him out… but, you didn’t. you couldn’t.

—

“shit, doll… so fuckin’ tight f’r me. barry not big enough f’r ya?,” he said breathlessly as he pumped in and out of you. your naked body was caged against the couch, rafe’s equally naked body moving above you. all you could do was whimper in response. you didn’t know how long barry had been gone at this point, and shamefully… you didn’t care. if he walked in right now while rafe’s dick was making imprints on you, you don’t think you’d even want him to stop. you felt shitty, but rafe quickly distracted you.

"answer me,” he demanded, moving his hand to grasp your throat just enough to grab your attention, and knock the wind out of you.

“fuck! no– no rafe,” you responded. you couldn’t even think—the way his dick was hitting spots you didn’t even know existed was making your head spin.

“say it,” he spat at you—not in a mean way, he was being cocky. he wanted you to say he was better, say barry couldn’t compare… unfortunately, you were too cock drunk to protest.

“barry’s– not… he’s not big– enough. shit!,” your words were broken by moans and sobs—and the pressure rafe had on your throat right now. your back arched off the couch after a particularly deep thrust, sending your eyes to the back of your head.

“yeah… ‘nd fuckin’ remember it, too,” he was putting his all into fucking you. he would make sure he got this opportunity again, but he didn’t know when. he was going to make the absolute best of this. make the best of his best friend’s girlfriend opened on his dick, mascara running down your face, hair messy, totally gone.

his hand left your neck, moving both hands to squeeze your tits—stabilizing him in a way—as he continued moving in and out of you. he looked back at the ‘B’ resting on your chest. you noticed a smirk spread across his face, but you were too blissed out to say anything.

he wrapped his hand around the metal, ripping it from your neck forcefully. you shrieked from the sudden movement, the back of your neck stinging from the action.

“open up, baby,” he cooed. your lips parted instantly, he smiled at your obedience, placing the ‘B’ between your lips, instructing you to bite down on it.

“let barry hear your moans, princess. let him hear how good i make you feel,” the smug look on his face drove you insane—not in the way it did not even 30 minutes ago—in a way that had you clenching around him.

“fuck– jus’ like that… holy shit, pussy’s fuckin’ perfect,” his jaw tensed at the sensation. your arms were hooked around his neck, but when you felt your orgasm approaching, your manicured hands mindlessly raked down his back. a hiss could be heard from the man above you.

"there ya go… cum on this dick, sweetheart. make a mess f’r me,” his hand moved down to rub circles into your clit, and that was all you needed. you were convulsing around him, shaking beneath him, and coming undone with a loud moan that was barely muted by the metal in your mouth.

“want me to cum in ya? get ya all fat with my babies? let barry see you carryin’ my kid? fuck you’d look so hot all plump f’r me,” his words came out in breaths. you could tell he was close.

“mhm! fuck– please ray,” you looked up at him, innocent, big, doe eyes staring right at him, and he was done for. he came in you with a shattered moan, painting your walls white. he pulled out slowly, watching his release drip out of you, and onto barry’s couch. he groaned at the sight, quickly pulling out his phone, taking a picture of your current state—he got all of you, from your messy hair, fucked out expression and glossy eyes, to the mess between your thighs. the ‘B’ still sticking out of your mouth in a sinful way.

you didn’t care. you never let barry take pictures of you—said it was ‘creepy’ and ‘borderline sadistic’, but for some reason when rafe did it… it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

"hope you can keep a secret, doll… because this cannot be the last time i fuck you.”

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cw: bf!jj x ARTSY!READER, fluff, gifts.

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JJ wasn’t great with money—never had been, never would be. But now that the Pogues weren’t constantly fighting to survive, now that there was a little extra cash in his pocket, he found himself wanting to spend it on you.

You, who painted on scraps of wood and sketched on his hands when you ran out of paper. You, who had once stopped in front of that one expensive wooden box of oil paints, fingers trailing over the surface before stepping away with a quiet maybe someday.

JJ decided someday was now.

So he dragged John B to the mainland, walked straight into the fancy art store, and bought the exact paint set you had wanted.

“Only the best for my girl,” he told the cashier, grinning.

By the time JJ got back, it was late, but he couldn’t wait. He found you in your boutique, humming along to Kie's indie song playing in the background, absentmindedly patching up one of his torn shirts.

JJ leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “Hey, cutie.”

You turned, your face brightening instantly at his welcome intrusion. “Hey! Where’d you disappear to all day?”

JJ just handed the bag to you. “Got you something.”

You held it loosely, confusion tainting your features. “What is this?”

He didn’t answer. Just watched, running his doodle covered hand through his hair. The black pen ink sharply contrasting his golden hair.

You hesitantly opened the bag, pulled out the box, and then—

Silence.

Your fingers ran over the smooth wooden surface, tracing the embossed logo. The exact same one that broke a year ago. The one you had once passed by in a store while you were shopping for boutique supplies and said, “Maybe someday.”

And apparently, that someday was today.

Your breath hitched. “JJ,” you whispered, voice wobbly. “This is—this is expensive, I can’t—”

He shrugged, casual as ever. “It's nothin', baby. I've been saving up to buy it for a while now”

Your eyes welled up. JJ Maybank. Ever the reckless one, had been saving up money for you.

JJ panicked. “Wait—babe, no, no, don’t cry—”

You sniffled, smiling through it. “I just—I can’t believe you did this for me.” A laugh broke through your sniffles as you hugged the paint set to your chest.

JJ softened, thumb reaching out to brush a stray tear from your cheek. “I'd do anythin' for you, angel.”

You pulled him into you, arms locking around his neck, the paint box pressed between both your bodies and JJ held you with ease, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You really remembered?” you whisper-asked into his shoulder, feeling his biceps tighten around you as he pulled you closer into him.

“Of course I did” he murmured, running his warm hand over your back.

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[cherrygirlfriend]

─ FIRST LOVE THEORY ♥︎

...or rafe reuniting with his ex-wife.

♥︎ pairing .ᐟ ex-husband!rafe x married!reader

♥︎ summary .ᐟ reader goes over to her ex-husband's house when she finds out he introduced their son to his new girlfriend. rafe has a better idea for what they could do instead of arguing.

♥︎ warnings/tags .ᐟ smut! MDNI. cheating, unprotected piv, breeding kink. wc: 2.7k

♥︎ author's note .ᐟ first fic on my 3k celebration!!! i hope you guys like it <3 i have to wake up in six hours… 😭

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there's a theory that claims that men never get over their first love; that they're always going to be thinking about her, dream of her, mumbling her name in their sleep...

and if you wanted to prove said theory wrong, rafe cameron was the wrong person to go to; no matter what the occasion was, he would abandon it all for her if she called; anything for his first love.

you had been dating rafe since sophomore year of high school, starting to go out just days after you moved to the island. your family lived in a small, run-down house on the so-dubbed poor side of the island. even if your family couldn't afford much, they put all the money they had just so you could attend kildare academy.

when you started dating and he finally introduced you to his friends, you could see it in the eyes of every one of rafe's friends; they all looked down on you simply because you didn't come from money. one time while you'd been at a party rafe was hosting, you could hear his friends whisper about you, talking shit. saying how he was probably just dating you because you let him fuck you whenever, or how he pitied you.

that was the first time you two broke up; and a few days after, rafe came knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a well-practiced apology prepared.

after that? you two pretty much became the most notorious on-and-off couple on the whole island. it was like every other week, you and rafe broke up, got back together, and broke up again. one moment, you'd be all over each other; the next moment, you were all over each other in a completely different way. the problem was, as you got older, your situation stayed the same.

you parked your car in front of the house rafe was living in; the bastard had gone and introduced the woman he was dating to your son without asking you, without even saying a word. you slammed your car door closed, your heeled knee-high boots clacking against the concrete.

"rafe!" you shouted, banging the side of your fist against the wooden door, the wreath hung up on the door shaking with the force of your punches "rafe fucking cameron, i need to talk to you!"

rafe pulled opened the door, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed, "what the hell do you want now? child support not come through?" the man scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"why the fuck did you introduce some bitch to leo without mentioning it to me?" you pushed him, your ex-husband stumbling backwards, "do you have no common sense? i told you, i don't want you to introduce any of your sluts to him before asking me first."

"you introduced your damn boyfriend to him when i told you not to!"

"rafe, i've told you a million times, will is not my boyfriend; we've been married for a year." you let out an annoyed scoff, "and that's completely different. you told me not to introduce him to a guy i had been with for a year and was getting engaged to, meanwhile i'm telling you not to introduce him to your third girlfriend of the month."

"can you shut the hell up? i'm not some fucking town bicycle." you followed rafe into the living room, watching as your ex-husband poured whiskey into a glass. you watch as he downs the glass, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, continuing to pour more amber liquid into the glass, turning to you, "i'll have you know, sofia and i have been exclusive for three months now."

"well, that's basically as good as marriage when it comes to you." you let out a small scoff, "i don't want you to introduce our son to anyone i don't know, rafe." you grabbed the glass of whiskey from him, downing the liquid, burning as it went down your throat. you slammed the glass onto the tray, pointing a manicured nail at him, your engagement ring and wedding band glimmering under the light. "don't fuck with me. not when it comes to him."

"you're so fuckin' selfish." rafe scoffs, throwing his hands in the air "he's my son too, you have no right to tell me what i can and can't do!"

"i've got a custody agreement that says i do." you narrow your eyes, poking him in the chest, "if you do shit like that again, i'm calling my lawyer."

"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe shook his head in disbelief, a bitter laugh leaving his lips as he brought his face closer to yours, gritting his teeth, "you're gonna try and change our custody agreement because of this? there's no way you're that much of a vindictive bitch."

"you really must not know me," you scoff as you look up at him, your eyes narrowed and your voice low, "because if you did, you'd know that that's exactly how much of a vindictive bitch i am." you stared into each other's eyes, your heavy breaths mingling together. rafe's jaw was clenched, his steely eyes focused on nothing but you.

his lips crashed against yours.

his hands were in your hair, tangled in the strands, tugging on them only to bring you closer to him; his lips were devouring you, a clash of lips, teeth, tongue; and even though you tried to pull away at first, it was like every time he got his hands on you, you melted. every time rafe kissed you, it felt like you were clay and he was molding you into yourself.

your back hit the solid wall behind you, and rafe let out a slight groan when his hands wrapped around under your thighs, and you hopped into his arms, your hands around the back of his neck as rafe held you against the wall. his hands trailed up to cup your ass, the hem of your skirt now all bunched up, your ex gripping the fat of your ass.

rafe carried you into the bedroom you used to share with him like you weighed nothing, dumping you onto the bed and causing your body to bounce on it slightly. grinning up at him, you took your dress off, the blonde looking at your body up and down, cocking his head to the side.

"you wore red?" rafe tsked, referring to the lingerie set you were wearing, a wine-red one, a color you knew rafe loved on you, having ruined many a set while you were together, "you should've just said you wanted to fuck."

you bit your lip when rafe finally took off his shirt, revealing a set of abs you'd caressed, kissed, licked, more times that you could count. his long fingers made work of his belt buckle, swiftly pulling his belt off. he snapped it once before throwing it to the side.

his pants were off, the outline of rafe's hard cock visible through his white calvin kleins. you rubbed your legs together, your nipples hard and straining against your bra. "you gonna come here, or do i need to come and getcha?"

rafe shook his head with a chuckle, and at his words, his body was on yours, grinding against you. a gasp left your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed cunt, and you could feel your arousal starting to form a wet patch in your lacy panties. his lips trailed down your jawline as his hands trailed down the strap of your bra, the man letting out a chuckle against your skin, the words he mumbled against your neck causing vibrations to run down your spine. "let's get this pesky thing off, huh?"

you arched your back off the bed, and rafe's long fingers darted to the clasp of your bra, swiftly unclasping it and throwing it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. within seconds, his lips were on your nipple, licking on the hard bud before his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it in a way that made you to arch into his touch, gasps of pure pleasure leaving your lips.

one of his hands slid into the waistband of your panties, bringing hid middle finger to your clit and pressing on it, making you mewl as your hand found his hair, tugging on it slightly. rafe groaned against your nipple, causing a wave of shivers to run down your spine as his finger lazily rolled around your clit.

"please..." you whined, and rafe let out a small chuckle against your nipple before releasing it with a pop!

his lips started to trail down your body, pressing kisses from between your breasts, down your belly button, continuing all the way until his lips made contact with the waistband of your panties.

"please what?" rafe asked as he started to press kisses on your panty-covered pussy, getting closer and closer to the wet little patch that was now decorating them.

"take them off..." you mewled, your hands grasping the sheets underneath you. rafe pressed a small kiss right over your clit, accompanying it with a teasing lick, before his long fingers finally tightened around the waistband of your panties.

"look at that." rafe huffed in a way that resembled a laugh, and as you looked down, you could see a large patch on the inside of your panties. you scrunched up your nose and looked away, making him let out another chuckle as you hid your face in your hands, "you're so cute when you're embarrassed, baby..." he cooed mockingly, throwing your panties to the side. "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. we both know you get soaked within seconds when it comes to me."

rafe licked a stripe up your slit, making sure to slightly suckle on your clit, a moan leaving your lips, your back arching off the bed you used to share with him. he moved himself up, until his face was over yours. when rafe placed a small, dazing kiss on your lips, you licked your lips, tasting yourself; he always loved doing that; always loved to make it known that only he could have such an effect on you.

the blonde grinned as he tugged his boxers down, gripping the shaft and moving his cock so the tip of it was pressing against your clit, drawing tiiiiny circles of it as if it was another 'funny' game he liked to play with you.

"come on...!" you whined, smacking his shoulders, "i need you..."

"what's wrong, sweetie?" rafe cooed mockingly, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes, "your husband not enough for you?"

your eyes flit to the engagement ring and the wedding band on your ring finger, but the feeling of rafe's cock drawing circles on your needy, throbbing clit, before they looked back into his blue eyes that were mostly overtaken by the black of his pupil.

"please..." you looked at him through your lashes, pouting at rafe. he let out a slight chuckle, moving his shaft down to your entrance, "this what you want?" he asked, pressing a peck on your lips that felt like he was ridiculing you; but your body didn't care; all it cared about was having him inside of it. now.

"yes..." you whispered, "please..."

you felt the mushroom tip of rafe's cock finally enter into you, and even that was enough for a small smile to twitch up your lips; you knew it was pathetic, you knew that this wasn't something you should be doing but "aaaaaaahhhh-" as he sunk his cock deeper into you, you couldn't resist.

and before you were prepared for it, rafe had forced himself all the way into you, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside of you as you gasped for air, pressing your eyes closed in a way that brought tears to your eyes.

"tell me who you belong to..." he growled, his lips pressed against your neck as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of you, only leaving a tiny bit of it at your entrance.

"rafe..."

"tell me." rafe grabbed your thigh, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder so he could get even deeper inside of you, "tell me, who you belong to."

"i..." you whisper, your eyes fluttering open, eyelashes wet with tears, "i belong to you, rafe..."

and as he pistoned his cock into you, you couldn't help but throw your head back, your eyes closed, the tears stuck to your lashes ruining your eye makeup.

when rafe's hand slowly made it's way to your pussy, you could tell that he was close; your ex was a sucker for having you both come at the same time. rafe started drawing lazy circles on your clit as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of you, hitting you right where you needed him, and that combined with his thumb on your clit was making the pressure in your abdomen grow, and grow, and grow...

"i'm gonna fuck another baby into you..." rafe mumbled into your ear, "always wanted a big family..." his thrusts grew quicker to the point that you were having a difficult time keeping up with him, "gonna give you a second baby..." his thumb's pace on your clit quickened, "tell me you want it... c'mon, baby..."

your brain wanted to tell him no, but it was as if your heart and your body were in control, every inch of them screaming out the answer that left your lips.

"yes!" you screamed out, "yes, rafe, yes!"

you could feel your cunt clenching around him, moaning out rafe's name as your orgasm washed over you, every part of your body blissed out, until a sense of clarity hit you, and although you tried to shove rafe off you, you couldn't do so, feeling as warm ropes of his thick cum started painting the walls of your slick cunt white.

as rafe got down off his high, he let out a small chuckle as he pulled his cock out of you, the slightly pinkening inches of him soaked in a white mixture of you and him, only for him to shove the cum that was dripping out of you back into you, making you let out another gasp.

rafe laughed as he pulled his fingers out of your hole, bringing them to your mouth. "taste." and you knew; it wasn't a request, it was a command. and so you did.

some moments went by and you were nuzzled in rafe's arms, the both of you content and satisfied as you laid under the blankets, rafe smelling the raspberry-scented shampoo you always wore with a smile on his face; he hoped that your scent would linger; your shampoo, body wash, perfume; he hoped it'd all just... be there, in his bedsheets, forever.

you took the picture frame off the nightstand, and you saw exactly what you were expecting; a picture of you and rafe kissing only moments after you said i do; rafe in his ridiculously expensive tuxedo and you in your custom vera wang wedding dress, your ex-husband having told you that you didn't only deserve the best; you needed it. as you traced the hem of your wedding dress, rafe let out a chuckle, and you couldn't help but turn to him with your brows furrowed, "what?"

"it's just..." rafe brought his hand to rest over yours, his finger right where yours was, trailing your hem, "this kind of reminds me of how i bunched up this dress around your waist a little bit before the wedding..." his icy blue eyes turned to you, "and how i did the same with your most recent wedding dress, and fucked you. what was it you wore to your wedding with will?" he pretended to ponder, "valentino?"

you looked up at him your eyes narrowing, "you can never tell him this happened."

"don't worry, baby." rafe's hand detached from the frame as he cooed mockingly, going to trace your cheekbone with his long, ringed fingers, "i'm sure he can figure it out when your baby ends up looking nothing like him."

♥︎ author's note .ᐟ thinking of writing a fic about rafe and reader on her wedding day... lmk if you want that.

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𓂃 before ROCKSTAR!READER'S big show, jj's gotta give her some encouragement𓂅   

season 2 jj & dom!jj warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, pet names, oral (f receiving ), slight choking. a/n: SORRY i got carried away.. but anyway! enjoy

"your gonna do amazing, n-ngh.." jj mumbles into your now soaked pussy, his hands pushing your shaky thighs apart all while his cold rings sunk into your hot skin. you have about one exact hour until your show starts and there is no fucking way your gonna be able to focus after this.

but does he care? nope.

feeling your thighs tremble, a shaky moan leaves your throat as your desperately search for something to hold onto, hips bucking involuntary toward jj's mouth. His tongue swirls and flicks at your sensitive clit, making your brain feel all fuzzy.

jj grins up at you, not an ounce of remorse in his almost feral eyes as he feels your body shake and heave each time he touches you. He knows exactly what he's doing to you and he has no hint of stopping. not now.

he lifts his hand, bringing it your cunt and plunging two long fingers into your heat with a obscene squelch. "ah, yeah, she likes it- loves it." he pants, lips parted as he watched it. all of it. his mouth seels back onto your pussy, eyes closing as he hummed- the vibrations making you jerk.

JJ pulls back just enough to catch his breath, his chin glistening with your juices. He grins up at you, eyes blazing with lust as he pumps his fingers slowly in and out of your fluttering cunt.

"Tell me how bad you need it, baby," he coaxes, curling his fingers just right to rub mercilessly against that spongey spot deep inside you. "Beg me for it like the good girl ya are. i wanna hear you fuckin' scream before I let you come all over my face."

His other hand slides up your body to tweak and roll your nipple between his fingertips, pinching the stiff peak until you cry out. "jj- oh god, i need it. bad. please." you beg, eyes squeezed shut as you breathed heavily.

JJ smirks at your desperate plea, his eyes glinting with triumph. He loves seeing you like this - wrecked, wanton, completely at his mercy. It's everything he's ever wanted. "what? i can't hear ya." he teases mockingly, raising a brow down at your wrecked face.

you pant, looking up at him with a lust-filled gaze. "i said, i need it. you.." you wipe the few beads of sweat from the corner of your forehead with the back of hour hand, nudging his belt with your shoe. a silent plea.

JJ's grin widens. Your silent plea only spurs him on, making him want to push you even further."Mmm, I need it. You," he repeats back teasingly, his voice a low, sinful purr. "And what is 'it', baby? Use your words. Beg me for my cock like the dirty girl I know you are."

He punctuates his words by sucking your clit hard, flicking his tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. At the same time, he plunges his fingers deep, curling them just right to stroke that secret spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet. I could eat this perfect cunt for hours," JJ groans, releasing your clit with a lewd pop. "But I think you need something more, don't you?" He stands up slowly, towering over you. The bulge in his jeans strains against his zipper, just inches from your face. He palms himself roughly, letting out a low groan.

you swallow hardly, shifting your hips to a more comfortable position, eyes locked on his face. "yes..more, j" you whisper, making him whisper back. "know ya do.."

He takes a second to unbuckle his belt and shimmy out of his jeans, freeing his cock while his eyes stayed locked on you. He grabs the base and bangs the swollen head against your dripping slit, coating himself in your juices. Your body jolts at the contact, a needy whimper escaping your lips.

JJ smirks as he feels your nails raking down his back, your desperation growing with each passing second. "Fuck yeah, that's my good girl," he praises, his voice a low, approving growl. "Begging so pretty for my cock. I fuckin' love it."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, JJ buries himself to the hilt inside your soaked, clenching heat. A guttural moan tears from his throat at the exquisite, silken feel of your walls gripping his aching cock like a vice. you instinctively lift your legs up to wrap around his hips, eyes squeezed shut as small moans left your throat each time he moved his hips.

"Shiiiiiit," he hisses through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "So fuckin' tight and wet. This cunt was made for my cock."

He starts to move, withdrawing until just the tip remains inside you before slamming back in, setting a hard, driving rhythm. The room fills with the obscene slap of sweat-slicked skin against skin and the creaking of the dressing room couch beneath you.

One hand slides up your body to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse pound beneath your skin. The other hand finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rapid circles. Your moans turn to high, keening cries as he pounds into you.

JJ leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your scream of ecstasy. His tongue plunges into your mouth, tangling with yours in a filthy dance of dominance and desire. He devours you, consuming you, until there's nothing left but the taste of him on your tongue.

All the while, he never stops moving, never stops fucking up into your spasming heat. Each powerful thrust drives you higher, pushing you closer to the edge. The hand around your throat tightens just a bit more, making your head swim and your heart race.

"Fuck, baby, I can feel you fuckin' squeezing me." JJ pants against your lips, his hips never faltering. "You gonna come on my dick? Fuckin' soak my cock in your cum and scream my fuckin' name?" His words are punctuated by the slap of skin on skin and the creaking of the couch springs beneath you.

He drives into you one last time, grinding his pelvis against yours as he buries himself to the hilt. At the same time, he pinches your clit hard, sending you hurtling over the edge in 2 quick ass seconds.

JJ throws his head back with a hoarse, guttural shout of your name as your pussy clamps down on his cock. Your orgasm crashes over you like a fucking truck, your body convulsing and shaking with the force of it. He hilts inside you, his cock pulsing and twitching as he paints your insides with his hot, sticky seed.

"fuck," JJ whispers under his breath, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside you. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he holds you in place, making sure you take every last drop.

He collapses against you, his sweat-slicked body heaving. For a long moment, he just lies there, his softening cock still nestled inside your tender, fluttering walls. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as the aftershocks roll through you both.

He leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before claiming your lips in a deep, languid kiss. It's a far cry from the brutal, dominating kisses of before, but no less intense in its own way. When he finally pulls away, he smirks at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief and something softer, more genuine.

"You gonna be able to walk to the stage after that, baby? Or do I need to carry you?"

[rhyslarsenlover]

the long game

cw: SMUT!!! minors dni. rafe x older!reader. possessive!rafe.

you were folding laundry when you heard the back door creak open. the one topper and his friends use when they want to slip in unnoticed. you’ve learned the rhythms of this house, the way it breathes, the way the doors sound depending on who’s coming and how fast. this one always means him.

“topper’s not home,” you say without looking up.

“i know,” rafe’s voice calls back, smooth, unfazed.

he’s twenty now. you remember when he was eighteen and full of swagger, leading topper around the estate like he owned the goddamn place, well he did, so.. 

you’d been new then, twenty-five. you were fresh out of a breakup, grateful to have a job, especially in such a rich home. topper’s dad took a liking to you, and you were silently grateful that he was traveling so much that you didn’t have to see him so often. and then there was rafe, already too intense, already too watchful.

other boys his age flirted to amuse themselves. but not him, because from day one, he looked at you like you were something he’d already decided belonged to him.

he never bothered with girls, never brought them around. while the others got sloppy, rafe never bothered. instead, he was always watching you. sitting on the edge of the couch, arms spread wide, eyes fixed on you while you dusted, mopped, moved through the house like you were invisible. not to him.

at first, you told yourself it was a phase. he’d move on. but he never did.

and now he’s here still, two years later, leaner, more confident. you glance up and he’s watching you, his arms crossed, sunburnt and golden. he was playing the long game.

“you can’t just let yourself in,” you say, trying to sound bored.

“you didn’t lock the door.” he smirks, tilts his head. “almost like you wanted me to come in.”

“you’re twenty,” you mutter, like it’s still a valid excuse.

“and you’re twenty-seven,” he counters. “not married, not my teacher, or my boss. you know what you want and don’t play games like girls my age. that’s what i like.”

you blink. that’s new. not teasing, but honest.

“you don’t even know what you want,” you whisper, voice dry.

“don’t i?” he takes a step forward. “i’ve been coming around here for years. you don’t think it’s because of topper, do you? i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i’m not watching. the way your breath catches when i get too close.”

you should say something, push him away, but you don’t. because he’s not wrong. 

“you don’t have to keep pretending, y/n.”

he’s in front of you now. not touching. just waiting, always waiting.

“tell me to leave, and i will,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “but i don’t think you will. not this time.”

you don’t say anything. you just look at him, those sharp blue eyes, the tilt of his mouth, the loose way he holds himself like he’s not about to wreck you and enjoy every second of it.

his gaze drops to your mouth. lingers.

“that’s what i thought,” he mutters.

his hands find your waist, your hips, your throat. rough, sure, desperate in that way only years of waiting can build. his mouth crashes into yours like he’s trying to prove something, like he’s trying to make you feel all the years of restraint, all the nights he spent wanting, waiting, holding back.

your back hits the laundry counter. clean towels tumble to the floor. you don’t care.

you gasp into his mouth and he groans like he’s been starved for it. like tasting you finally shuts something up inside him. his fingers dig into your skin, pulling you flush against him. and fuck, he’s hard already, straining against you through his jeans, no patience left.

“god, i’ve been needing this. you.” he growls against your neck. 

your head falls back, fingers curling into his hair, dragging, pulling. “rafe..”

he bites your collarbone, not gentle. “say it again.”

you breathe his name and it’s a mess. 

he grips your thighs and lifts you onto the counter like it’s nothing. your shirt rides up, his hands under it instantly, rough palms sliding over your stomach, your ribs, up to your bra. he pulls the fabric down and his mouth is on you before you 

“i’ve only ever wanted you.” he growls out as his teeth graze your tight, hard nipple.

your nails dig into his shoulders. you should tell him to slow down, that this is insane, that you could lose your job, lose everything. but instead, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer, letting him feel your wetness seeping through your panties.

he groans against your skin. his hands slide down, gripping the backs of your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the counter until your hips meet his. there’s nothing gentle about it. not with the way his fingers bruise into your skin, not with the way he ruts forward like he can’t stop himself.

“every fucking time i saw you bent over folding sheets, wiping down counters like you didn’t know what you were doing to me.”

you let out a broken breath, hips grinding forward instinctively. the friction is sharp, messy. your skirt was lifted up, only your panties and his jeans between you, but the pressure alone makes your head spin.

you grab a fistful of his t-shirt and yank him closer, lips crashing into his like you’ve been holding back just as long.

he curses against your mouth, hands flying to your waistband, tugging the cotton to the side in one rough pull. the room smells like detergent and heat and him. even more so when he unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his length, precum spilling from the tip.

“been waiting to hear you fall apart for me,” he whispers, lining himself up, breath hot against your cheek. “don’t hold back now.” you don’t.

you moan into his neck as he pushes into you, deep and rough. your fingers claw at his back, desperate to hold on, to ground yourself as he sets a pace that’s fast, relentless, so possessive. it’s not soft. it’s not careful. it’s not sweet.

it’s everything you knew it would be with him.

the counter shakes beneath you. towels scatter to the floor, your knees dig into his sides, and he groans like he’s losing his mind with every thrust.

“look at me,” he grits out, one hand in your hair, forcing your gaze up to meet his. “don’t look away. not after all this time.”

so you look at him, a small whimper as his fingers tugged your hair. his flushed skin, his clenched jaw, the dark, blown-out eyes that have never looked at anyone but you.

you feel it snap. that last bit of resolve. gone. his other hand snaked around your throat, squeezing gently as he fucks you harder. it was even better that he was so vocal too, grunting and groaning as he felt your walls squeeze around him. you were the best he’d ever had, and he didn’t want anyone else.

“cum inside me rafe, fill me up and mark me,” you moan, head tipped back as your back arched. and with a final shout, his dick twitched before spurting his load inside of you, pushing you over the edge too. the feeling of him taking you, marking you as his, it left your legs shaking and pussy squirting around his thick length. 

“meet me here, tomorrow night?” he asks, his forehead now pressed against yours. your breath hitches, heart still racing. 

“you’re serious?” you whisper, more stunned than anything.

he leans in, brushes your lips with his. “i’ve always been serious.”

you look at him for a long second. at the boy who never acted like one. who watched you for years like he was just waiting for the right moment. and now that he’s had you, he's still looking at you like he’s starving.

your throat is dry. your body aches in the best way. you should be saying no. you should be pushing him away.

but instead, you nod.

“okay,” you breathe. “tomorrow.”

he kisses you again, longer this time. before he finally pulls back, tucking himself in, tugging your panties gently back into place like he’s already memorised how to handle you. he picks up one of the towels off the floor, tosses it at you with a lazy grin. 

a/n: oh LORRRD.

[222col]

JJ’s first encounter with maneater!reader and absolutely being amazed

maneater!reader x jj maybank

summary: jj spots you in the middle of the boneyard and is immediately entranced

cw .ᐟ hints at nsfw

“holy fuck…” jj’s grip on john b’s arm is almost bruising, his jaw slack, eyes bulging out of his skull. it doesn’t take john b long to follow his gaze and lay eyes on you.

“you’re seein’ this, right?” jj continues, hands unwrapping from john b’s arm as he begins to repeatedly slap his chest with the back of his hand. “jb, if i’m dreaming, don’t fuckin’ pinch me. never wanna wake up if that girls in my head.”

you were something else. shotgunning a beer in the middle of the boneyard, the barely disguised cheetah print bikini underneath your unbuttoned denim shorts. the crushed beer can hits the floor, liquid dribbling down your chin, laughing as you wipe it off with the back of your hand. spillage is lickage, and jj wants a taste. bad.

he’d never seen anyone like you on the island, may as well have walked out from a page of the playboy he used to keep under his bed in middle school.

“j, keep it in your pants,” john b laughs, shaking his head as he pats his best friend on the back. keep it in his pants? jj’s ready to dick you down in the middle of the boneyard if you’d let him.

jj doesn’t say anything, just pushes away from his friends and heads straight in your direction. snatching two cans of beer from the stray cooler on his way.

“want another, mama?” jj smirks, hands in the air as he shakes up the cans. the blonde can’t stop the way his eyes undress you, not that his imagination needed to work that hard with small amount of fabric covering you up.

hands on your hips as you observe the blonde before you, a slight shrug of your shoulders as the smirk graces your features. jj’s never been soft, but he nearly fucking whimpers as your hand touches his to take the can of beer from him.

pulling the pocket knife from his shorts, stabbing a small hole into both cans before the two of you pop them open and down the liquid. jj’s eyes are laser focused on you, watching the bobbing of your throat as you swallow. the red of your lips wrapping around the can. the curve of your neck as you lean back to swallow all the beer.

you’re making it almost impossible for him to keep his thoughts at bay. but also, this is fucking jj we’re talking about. when has jj maybank ever been able to keep his perverted thoughts to a minimum? never has, never fuckin’ will if you keep giving him those eyes.

“you’re the hottest girl i ever-“ the words are cut off by your lips on his. manicured nails clutching at the messy locks at the base of his skull, jj’s brain can barely acknowledge what’s happening, but his body knows exactly what he’s doing. big hands caressing the bare skin of your back, pulling your body tight against his. tongue sliding over yours, the taste of beer on your tongue with a hint of cigarette tastes like fucking perfection to him in this moment.

his hands move downward, grabbing a handful of your ass. jj couldn’t give a fuck about the eyes on him. he knew you didn’t too, ‘cause you were letting him touch you anyway he wants. his hands are all but slipping under the fabric of your shorts to grope at the bare skin exposed.

“uh, uh,” you smirk, shaking your head as you pull away from his lips. a string of salvia connecting you, and jj thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. he’s having visions of spit running down your chin, his own coating your tongue. "don't push it." you warn, snapping him out of his disgusting daydreams.

his lips are still chasing your own, even when you remove his hands from your body. shaking your head with a smirk as you turn from him and head back to your friends. leaving jj all but drooling as he watches you walk away.

one quick look over to the pogues, a mixture of approval and disbelief over their faces, and jj's jogging in your direction. he couldn't walk any other way if he tried.

girl’s gonna fucking kill him.

© 222col. do not steal or repost my work without permission.

[especially-obsessed]

Affection

affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS

“I’m laying on the floor, We’re drinking ‘cause we’re bored Oh, I’m looking for affection in all the wrong places And we’ll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”

Summary: Bored, drunk, and lonely. Throw in the fact that the two of you had the house to yourselves?

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Warnings: descriptions of inebriation (drunk JJ & reader), fluff, light smut?, infidelity (whoopsie)

Word count: 2.5

Masterlist | JJ's Playlist

The fifth of tequila falls from your lips and to the floor, leftover droplets staining the dirty floorboards of the Chateau. You can feel your body swaying, swimming, while you sit with your back against the couch. 

JJ sat next to you, his eyelids hooded. His body movements were relaxed and slow, completely unlike his everyday mannerisms. 

“Can I ask…ask you a question?” You slurred, turning your head to look at him. His face went serious for a moment, looking you in the eye. 

“I didn’t…do it…but if I did, I was…definitely drunk,” he said slowly, holding a straight face. The corners of his mouth started to lift before you both broke out into a fit of laughter. JJ rested his hand on your thigh, a natural movement that you were familiar with. 

“How come you never have a g’friend?” you blurted out. In the back of your head, you knew that you shouldn’t have asked that. It wasn’t even really what you had wanted to ask him in the first place. Your turned away from him, feeling your cheeks start to heat up. When he didn’t reply right away, you looked back over at him. He still had a smile on his face, not even phased by your question. 

“I’ve’ad girlfriends b’fore,” he shot back and squezed your thigh lightly. You just rolled your eyes at him, almost losing your balance as your body tried to follow your eyes. JJ held on to your thigh, helping keep you in place. 

“Nah, m’ybe for a week. Nothin longer than that. Nothin’... gone out on a date.”

“No? I’ve…I have taken a girl out on a date b’fore!” He raised his voice, still smiling. “What do’ya call surfin’ the surge?” He asked. 

“I’m not talking about us J,” you said, feeling heat rise to your cheeks again. “Some girl y-you find at the boneyard..” You use your arm and motion from the back room to the door. Your arms felt like jelly, which made you giggle. JJ didn’t respond to that, and his facial expression was unreadable. Suddenly, his hand was in front of your face, a finger pointing right at you. He brough it closer, and poked your nose. Both of you erupted into a fit of laughter again. 

His hand went back to your thigh.

“Okay, okay,” he slurred. “Fair ‘nough. Wha’ ‘bout you?” he asked. You just shook your head. Thinking through the brain fog, you weren’t sure what he was asking. The confused look on your face made him smile. “I’mean, Friday night, an’ Mr. Kook is nowhere to be seen. ‘Nd you’re here wi’me, the guy who can’t keep’a girlfriend. What’s wrong w’that picture? Hmm?” he hummed slightly, his own word vomit slightly surprising him. You let out a long sigh and threw your head back, resting it on the couch. 

“Mr. Kook is curr’ntly on figure 8 with Mrs. Kook Slut,” you replied. And it was true. He had told you he was going to be off the island this weekend. But it was a lie, and it wasn’t the first time he had done this. 

“Wh- what?” JJ asked, not fully understanding. 

“He’s out fuckin’ someone else J,” you said bluntly. You quickly perked up, not realizing the weight behind your words. “But it’s fine. He not very good at it anyway. Who needs’em? I’ve got you guys and a bottle of tequila!” you exclaimed. 

“Had a bottle of t’quila,” JJ replied, kicking the empty bottle at your feet. You let out a giggle, thinking about just how the two of you had managed to drink the entire bottle. The image of the two of you doing body shots off of each other brought a grin to your face. 

And while you were in your own little world, JJ was also letting his mind wander. Except, he wasn’t thinking about anything other than how his hand was still on your thigh. He started drumming his fingers, his drunken mind getting lost in the sensation of it. JJ could feel his head lolling to the side and breathed in heavily, trying to straighten himself. He overcorrected, and sent himself the other way, falling in slow motion and landing harshly on his shoulder. You giggled and attempted to to reach for him, but your arms just couldn’t reach. They felt like they were filled with jello; orange jello, to be specific.

JJ sat back up slowly, still swaying slightly. He slumped against the couch, running a hand through his hair. JJ smiled and looked at you. You were still giggling to yourself, and JJ loved to hear it. 

“Hey,” he spoke softly, 

“Hey ‘rself, handsm',” you mumbled back. 

“I was thinkin’…” he started. 

“We need more tequila? I was thinking the same thing!” you said. JJ started to say no, but you were already moving away from him. You started to stand up, stumbling on your feet and falling forwards. You landed on your knees right next to JJ’s hip. He shot his hands out to catch you, resting a hand on your hip and giving it a squeeze. You were giggling again. Your movements felt so delayed and your brain wasn’t catching up to your mouth before you blurted out: “Shoulda’ jus’ fell on ya.” You looked at JJ with a smile, and attempted to stand back up. 

But JJ had other plans. 

He used his grip on your hip to pull you forward towards him. As you fell towards him, you lifted your leg so it wouldn’t land on him. Instead, you landed perfectly on his lap, straddling his legs with yours, your knees resting on either side of his thighs. You looked down at JJ, who was staring back up at you, an unreadable look on his face. He looked almost…hungry. 

“J what’re ya doin?” you asked, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

He didn’t say anything, just moved his hands from your hips up the side of your body. He stopped at your neck, using his thumbs to stroke your jawline. You instinctively leaned into his touch. JJ cupped your face in his hands, staring at you through hooded eyes. You were drowning in him, your close proximity even more intoxicating than the tequila. You were unable to break his gaze, no longer feeling like you wanted to giggle. 

“We shoul’t,” you started, but he placed his thumb over your lips. 

“‘N why not?” he stared up at you. “I like you, y’know that. Yer boyfriend ain’t here. I don’ have any girls ‘round right now,” he slurred, his breath warm on your face. 

“Yeahhh, right…right now,’ you spoke softly. JJ leaned closer to you, arching his back off the couch ever so slightly. His hands moved back down to your hips. 

“Just t’night,” he whispered. “I don’ wanna be ‘lone again.” His eyes misted over, and you knew exactly how he felt. That’s why you came here tonight. You refused to sit at home alone while your boyfriend was out. You would’ve come over anyway if JJ hadn’t invited you. 

You brought your hands to JJ’s face and pulled him closer, connecting your lips with his. HIs grip tightened on your hips as you kissed. He pulled you closer to him, aligning your core with his crotch. You moaned into his mouth as his boner pressed into you. 

JJ pulled away first, smiling wide at you. He licked his lips, his grip unwavering on your hips. Your own smile faltered, a wave of sadness washing over you. You looked down, not able to meet his eyes. 

“‘M jus’ so lonely J,” you mumbled, surprised you were even saying the words out loud. JJ felt it deep in his chest. It was something he would never admit to anyone else. Not John B; not even the Pogues. 

“Me too, baby,” he whispered to you, cupping your face with his gentle hands. They trembled slightly. 

The room felt heavy — the kind of heavy that only comes when you’re too far gone, when the weight of everything you’ve been holding in finally catches up with you. The tequila had burned through your veins, but it wasn’t what was making your heart race now.

It was him.

JJ’s thumb brushed against your cheek, his eyes flickering between yours and your lips. His breathing was uneven, his hands still trembling where they held your face like you might slip away from him at any second.

"Don’t wanna be alone," you whispered, your voice cracking and slurring just enough to remind you both how far gone you were.

"You don’t have to be," JJ murmured back, his forehead falling against yours. His breath ghosted over your skin, warm and familiar, tinged with tequila and desperation. “Stay here. Stay with me.”

It wasn’t just the tequila talking — you knew it, and so did he. But the booze had blurred the lines, made every touch feel heavier, every glance more heated.

The space between you disappeared when his lips crashed into yours, this time more desperate, more certain — but still sloppy, still drunk. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, and you moaned into his mouth, the sound sending a shiver through his body. His fingers slid into your hair, tugging just enough to make you gasp against his lips. He took the opportunity, deepening the kiss until you were completely breathless and dizzy, and not just from the alcohol.

Your hands fumbled with the hem of his t-shirt, your fingers brushing the warm skin of his stomach as you pushed it up. He broke the kiss long enough to yank it over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him. The sight of him like this — hair tousled, chest rising and falling fast, eyes dark and hungry — made your thighs clench around his lap.

"C’mere," JJ whispered, his voice rough and slurred as his hands found your waist and pulled you closer. You could feel every inch of him against you, the heat of his skin searing into yours even through your clothes. The hard press of him beneath you made your breath catch. "You’re killin' me, baby."

Your hips rocked against him without thinking, the friction making both of you gasp. His head fell back against the couch, his grip on your waist tightening. "Fuuuuck baby," he groaned, his voice wrecked. His hands slid under your shirt, fingers splaying across your back as he leaned in to kiss along your jaw, down your neck, leaving a trail of heat and tequila-flavored kisses in his wake.

"Tell me you want this," he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and shaky. "Tell me you want me."

"I want you," you breathed, your voice thick and needy, and there was no hesitation. JJ’s eyes snapped up to meet yours, glassy and dark with desire. For a second, everything else fell away. No more tequila. No more loneliness. Just him.

And then his mouth was on yours again, messier this time — teeth and tongue and breathless desperation. You were both lost in it — in the heat, the need. His hands roamed over you with a sense of urgency, sliding up under your shirt and dragging it over your head before his mouth found the newly exposed skin. You whimpered as his teeth grazed your collarbone, his lips following with soft, open-mouthed kisses. His fingers traced every curve like he was trying to memorize you, his touch sending heat pooling low in your stomach.

"You feel so good," JJ slurred against your skin, his voice rough and almost broken. His hands slid down your sides, finding the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down with impatient fingers. You helped as best as you could, both of you fumbling and laughing through it, the haze of alcohol making everything slower and more desperate.

When you finally settled back on his lap, your bare skin pressed against his, the heat between you was almost unbearable. You rocked against him again, and the sensation drew a low, needy sound from his throat. His hands gripped your hips tighter, guiding your movements as his mouth crashed against yours once more.

"Baby, you're killin' me," he groaned, his voice ragged and breathless. "I need you." JJ's eyes flashed with something dark and needy before he kissed you again, his hands and mouth claiming you in a way that felt like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. And you didn’t want to stop — not when the world outside felt so far away, and the only thing that mattered was the way you fit against him, the way his touch made you burn.

But at some point, the kisses slowed. The urgency softened. You don’t even remember when it happened, only that your body was heavy and warm and his arms were wrapped tightly around you.

When morning came, the sun slipped through the blinds, casting warm light over the tangled mess of limbs on the couch. You stirred first, the dull ache of your hangover settling in as you shifted. The blanket draped over you slid down, and you realized just how little you were wearing — JJ’s shirt, and not much else. 

Beside you, JJ slept soundly, his bare chest rising and falling slowly. His arm was still looped around your waist, his face tucked against your neck. The weight of him was comforting, even as the reality of the night before started trickling back. You didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break the quiet peace of the morning, the warmth of his body still pressed so close.

But you knew things wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

The sound of voices outside the Chateau made your stomach drop.

"Shit," you whispered, your eyes snapping open fully. You shook JJ’s shoulder. "JJ. JJ, wake up." He groaned, burying his face deeper into your neck. "Five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

"JJ, I’m serious," you hissed, pushing at his chest. "They’re outside."

That got his attention. His eyes flew open, and when they landed on you — your bare legs tangled with his, his shirt hanging off your shoulders — his face went pale.

"Oh, shit," he whispered, scrambling upright. The blanket fell away completely, and you both froze, staring at each other.

Neither of you could look the other in the eye.

"Where—where’s my shirt?" JJ asked, his voice rough and panicked.

"I’m wearing it!" you whisper-shouted back, yanking the blanket up to cover yourself. The sound of footsteps on the porch made your heart race.

"We need to—"

"Shh!" you hissed, scrambling off the couch and searching for your clothes. JJ did the same, both of you tripping over each other in your rush.

The voices outside got louder, and the doorknob started to turn.

"Shit," JJ whispered, his eyes wide as he dove behind the couch just as the front door started to creak open.

The last thing you see before John B steps inside is JJ’s panicked face, his bare shoulders still visible above the couch’s edge.

"Morning!" John B’s voice was way too cheerful for the way your head was pounding.

But the heat from the night before lingered, and you knew this wasn’t over. You slipped out the back door without another word. You were still wearing his shirt.

Masterlist

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[bumblesimagines]

you didn't like that comment, huh.

is that what you really think of me?

you don't make this whole love thing any easier.

rafe cameron

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

(Y/N) couldn't remember when or how he managed to befriend the cruel Kook Prince of Figure Eight, but ever since the fateful day Rafe decided they were pals, he refused to let (Y/N) have a moment of peace.

No matter where he went, the menacing blond appeared over his shoulder with his fancy cartier sunglasses and stupid polo shirt-khakis combo, often complaining about one thing or another. Some days it was endless blabbering about how unappreciative his father was; other days, it was about Barry and 'their' business; but most days, his complaints involved his sister and her new friends.

(Y/N) wanted to be working on his car and listening to some good music, but then Rafe pulled up in his shiny red motorcycle, kicking up a trail of dust and dirt down his driveway. He hadn't even taken his helmet off before the complaining began, nor did he bother giving a proper greeting before rifling through his cooler for a beer can. He plopped his behind on the step of (Y/N)'s porch like he owned the place and began his usual spew. Rafe even had the gall to reach over to his speaker and lower the volume, something (Y/N) could only sigh at.

The only option (Y/N) had was tuning him out, as he did on most days. He hummed and grunted along to whatever Rafe said while he changed his car's oil, slipping underneath his jacked-up car and letting Rafe's words go in one ear and out the other. He wasn't sure if this was how Rafe treated all his friends, but if it was, it was no surprise that Barry barely enjoyed having him around. 

"And those dirty, fuckin' pogues, man. I can't fuckin' stand them. It's like, you should be thankful we give you jobs to begin with, and you repay us with puttin' a gun to our heads and- and stealing our shit and- God," Rafe sucked his teeth. "Good for nothings." 

(Y/N)'s jaw ticked, and he slid back out from underneath the car, his eyes finding Rafe's face. Rafe's gaze flickered over to him, the beer can in hand tilted to fill his mouth with its contents before he peeled it away from his pursed lips.

"You didn't like that comment, huh." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his features scrunched up from the sun rays peering down at him.

"Is that what you really think of me?" (Y/N) questioned as he got up from the floor, stained hands rubbing along his pants to faintly clean them. He arched a brow at Rafe, nearly rolling his eyes when Rafe clicked his tongue in exasperation as if (Y/N) were an obnoxious child. "A dirty, good-for-nothing pogue?"

"C'mon, man. You're not like them. You- You're different." Rafe argued with a loose shrug, a crinkling noise coming from the can when he squeezed it and tossed it back into the cooler. (Y/N) was really starting to get tired of his nonchalant attitude. "Don't be such a baby, dude."

"You ever considered that Topper and Kelce only hang out with you because you're a Cameron? 'Cause you're really fucking annoying, too." (Y/N) huffed, itching to slam the bottom of his shoe into Rafe's bike until something broke and he'd be forced to crawl back to the father he so often groaned about. Instead, he thumped up the porch steps and past the guy who reeked of expensive cologne. "You're not an easy person to like, asshole."

Rafe got to his feet, his brows tucked together in a frustrated furrow. "You don't make this whole love thing any easier either, (Y/N). At least I'm trying to make whatever 'this' is work, but you keep brushing everything off!" 

"What-" (Y/N) whirled around to face the spoilt blond, almost staggering backward from how quickly he moved. "-are you even talking about?"

"Us?" Rafe scoffed softly, unimpressed. "What else would I be talkin' about? You drink too much already?"

Whatever bubbling irritation had flared up in (Y/N)'s belly died, replaced by stunned confusion despite the sneaking suspicion he had an idea what Rafe was on about. "What exactly do you think we are, Rafe?" He asked, voice losing its previous heat and softening in the slightest. 

"I dunno... something? We've been on dates but you act like a damn prude every time I try something." His ringed fingers ran through his short strands, pushing them out of his eyes. "You're not the waiting 'til marriage type, right?" His nose crinkled.

(Y/N) wanted to laugh. "We're not together, Rafe. But, fix your attitude, and maybe we could be something."

[legendofaj]

Twin bitches, twin bitches Twin bitches hoppin' off a jetski

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[narcobarbies]

CARLACIA GRANT as CLEO ANDERSON OUTER BANKS 4.10, “The Blue Crown”

[simpforboys]

let me b-a-n-g baby

rafe cameron x fem!virgin reader

summary: “she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit” - nle choppa

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, dirty talk, reader seems sweet and innocent but is secretly dirty, dom!rafe, sub!reader, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv sex, a spank, creampie, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, cheating, reader has a boyfriend that is not rafe, degrading, praise, cursing, celibacy but not specified why

obv this is based on gang baby by nle choppa

God, you drove Rafe fucking crazy.

Wearing those skirts that were normal length around your family, but hiked up to barely cover your ass around him.

Whenever Rafe would see you with your boyfriend, you always seemed so uninterested, giving him looks with your pretty eyes.

He just wanted you so bad.

You currently stood in Rafe’s living room as he threw a party, one of his lavish ones that everyone in Figure 8 knew about.

Sipping on whatever little drink was handed to you at the beginning of the party, your boyfriend, Miles, spewed on and on and on about some side project at work.

“Good job, baby.” You hummed, not paying attention, eyes locked on Rafe’s icy blue ones.

Rafe was smirking at you, drinking a glass of scotch on the rocks as he noticed you not even paying your poor boyfriend any ounce of attention.

“Y/n.”

You snapped your gaze back over to Miles.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“I think I’m gonna head back home, you coming?” Miles asked sweetly.

Miles was genuinely an okay-ish boyfriend. He obviously cared, the two of you had been together for three months.

But when you first got with him and told him you were waiting til marriage, it set some kind of tension in the relationship.

“No, I’m gonna stay. I’ll get a ride home, though. promise.”

You felt Miles give your kiss a soft cheek, patting your knee as he stood up to leave.

As soon as he was gone, a familiar voice loomed over you. “not desperate to leave with your boyfriend?”

You glanced up, making eye contact with Rafe as he towered over your sitting position. You swallowed, licking your lips.

“The party isn’t over yet, is it?”

Rafe smirked at your response, taking the last sip of his scotch as he moved to sit in the seat that was previously occupied by Miles.

You had spoken to Rafe multiple times before, always seeing him at events.

“You’re not wearing your little skirt?” Rafe hummed, his eyes trailing your form.

You crossed one leg over the other, heart pounding at his intimidating gaze.

“Decided on wearing some jeans… ‘s too cold at night for a skirt.”

Rafe didn’t respond, not bothering to hide the fact he was blatantly checking you out. But he always did that.

“You don’t seem very into your boyfriend.”

Your eyes widened as he randomly called you out. Face feeling warm, you broke eye contact with him.

“I don’t think he’s very into me,” you murmured back, feeling suddenly shy.

“Yeah? How come?”

Rafe leaned closer, his large, veiny hand coming to rest on your knee. Goosebumps erupted on your skin from the contact, and you were grateful you decided to wear jeans to cover them.

“Told him I’m celibate on our third date… been a little awkward ever since,” you admit softly.

Rafe was shocked, but he masked it well. His eyes widened a little at your confession, those soft wrinkles tightening a little on his forehead.

“You practice celibacy?” Rafe hums, his thumb running along your knee still. No way this girl who hikes her damn skirts up so much to show him her ass was celibate.

“I try to, yeah.”

“Try to?” Rafe questioned, a small smirk curling on his lips.

“Guess it depends on how horny the person makes me,” you blurt out, feeling your face immensely warm from your admission and the cocky grin Rafe gave you, you sank back into your seat.

“Oh, pretty girl. You tellin’ me your boyfriend doesn’t get you all worked up? Doesn’t know how to make you all needy?” Rafe cooed.

Oh god.

His voice was enough to send shivers down your spine and a throb in your clit.

Rafe took your lack of response as something good, his self-assured smirk still plastered on his sexy face.

“I… uh… don’t really know how to answer that,” you murmur shyly.

“Mhm. How about I take you somewhere more private? Can’t hear your sweet voice surrounded by all these people,” he suggests.

You knew it wasn’t a good idea, no way in hell was following Rafe Cameron to a private bedroom ever a good idea.

He currently had your plush thighs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the sheets, noises escaping your mouth as he ate your cunt as if he was starving.

His eyes were locked onto your face, watching how with every delicious swirl of his tongue against your clit, it contorted up in pleasure.

“That feel good, pretty girl?”

All you could do was mumble something incoherent, the pleasure completely new and overwhelming to you.

Miles hadn’t offered to eat you out, despite you sucking his dick once. You were fine doing other sexual things, just not penetration, as that was what you wanted to wait for.

But when Rafe’s long fingers slid into your soaked hole, the idea of penetration was driving you insane.

“Clenchin’ around my fingers so much… never had someone pleasure this sweet pussy?” Rafe murmurs, sucking on your clit.

“no… fuck, Rafe,” you gasped.

Rafe had that stupid cocky smirk on his face as he purposely hummed around your clit, the vibration making your body twitch.

“I can tell, baby. So turned on but still so tight… you gonna let daddy put his dick in here?”

Your brain was so fuzzy, the coil in your stomach tightening as the pleasure started to get overwhelmingly good.

Rafe just chuckled against your cunt, watching as you came undone on his mouth and fingers.

Panting for breath, you were out of it for a good minute. No one else had ever made you orgasm, only used to your own fingers or a vibrator every now and then.

The tall man pulled away from your cunt, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants and boxer briefs.

“Taste so good, baby.” Rafe leaned forward, connecting his lips to yours in an attempt to pull you back down to earth.

“Mhmm, Ray…”

“Yeah? What do you need?” Rafe smirks.

You lifted your head, finally looking at his dick. Eyes widening a little, mouth growing a little damper with drool.

He was big and thick. A pretty mushroom tip that was leaking precum, two prominent veins that ran along the whole shaft.

“Can I suck your dick?” you mumbled.

“What was that? Speak up, pretty girl. Tell Daddy what you want.”

Of course, Rafe heard you, he was just an asshole.

“Can I suck your dick, daddy? Please?” you asked a little louder, staring up at him with your pretty eyes.

“Good girl, askin’ so sweetly for daddy. You gonna let me fuck this mouth?” He placed a large hand on the side of your head, guiding you over to the side of the bed.

You lay on your stomach in front of him, eyes still locked onto the leaking tip.

“Open your mouth.”

Wasting no time, your mouth dropped open, a small lick being delivered to swipe off his arousal.

The little noise he breathed was enough to give you more encouragement, slowly wrapping your lips around the head.

“Relax that throat f’me… good girl.”

He slowly guided your head down more of his base, tears pricking your eyes. he was bigger and thicker than Miles, again, giving you a whole new experience.

He threw his head back slightly, a soft moan leaving him. You took your hand up, starting to stroke whatever couldn’t fit.

His hold on your head never released, but he stopped guiding you. As badly as he wanted to just hold your head still so he can ram his cock in and out of your mouth, he knew he had to be patient, as you were a virgin.

“Mhm, yeah. Suck that cock, pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ naughty, huh? Lettin’ daddy eat your sweet pussy and now you’re suckin’ his dick. What would your boyfriend say?”

You would never admit this, but his words were spurring you on. Just the idea of being in Rafe’s room, having only talked to him a few times, both of you doing oral on each other, while your boyfriend sat at home.

Obviously, you couldn’t respond. Not when he was beginning to buck his greedy, sculpted hips into your mouth, making you choke on his dick.

You bobbed your head, eagerly trying to please him as your manicured hand stroked the bottom of his shaft.

"Fuck, where'd you learn to suck dick, hm? You secretly a slut?"

Rafe leaned over onto the bed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. His forward motion caused his cock to slide deeper into your tight throat, his balls tensing.

He was going to cum sooner than he wanted to, but he slowly stopped caring. Not when a pretty girl like you was sucking him off so desperately.

"You gonna swallow my load? Drink it all down like a good fuckin' whore?" He grunted, his hand starting to guide you again.

Spit was dribbling down your chin, small gags leaving your dirty mouth as he choked you on his member.

You took your left hand and began to gently massage his balls, feeling the way they tensed up, signaling he was close.

He twitched in your mouth, sexy, deep grunts leaving his filthy mouth.

"Shit, take my cum."

Hot spurts of semen slid down your throat, the sensation and taste of it weird, but not disgusting. You swallowed it down like a shot, gasping and panting for air when he finally released your head from his crotch.

"You look like a cheap whore, spit and cum dripping down your chin. But you love it, huh? Bet that little cunt is just throbbin', desperate for this cock."

A small whimper escaped your mouth involuntarily. He was right, and you hated it.

"Want daddy to take that sweet virginity?" He cooed, watching as you laid on your back and spread your thighs, showing him your leaking cunt.

A guilty shiver ran down your blood, the idea of Rafe Cameron, someone who you had barely any romantic involvement with, taking your virginity instead of your boyfriend or future husband.

But the way his throbbing cock was staring at you, hovering over your aching clit, the idea of just saying fuck it was stronger.

"Ray?"

"What, baby?"

"Can you... nail my pussy? Fuck me hard?" You asked softly, staring up at him with those fucking eyes that drove him insane.

"Yeah? You want daddy to break this cunt in? What about your boyfriend?" He snickered, loving how needy you looked for him.

"He can't please me like you can, please, daddy. Want you to take my virginity, don't wanna wait til marriage." You were pleading pathetically.

His smirk was downright evil as he slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your drenched lips, making sure to tease your clit nice and slow.

"You're not as sweet and innocent as you make it out to be, hm? You're just a desperate cock-whore for daddy."

Another small whine escaped your lips at his degradation, clit throbbing with need.

"Please... need you s'bad."

He leaned down to gently capture your lips in his, although it slowly became more rough as he dominated your tongue and mouth.

He began to gently slide the tip into your leaking hole, the sensation making you gasp into his mouth.

"Relax f'me, yeah?" He murmured, sucking hickeys onto your throat as he began to slide further in.

Desperate fingers dug into his muscular back, eyes squeezed shut as he stretched you out. Luckily, you were soaked, so it was easy for him.

"Feel so good, stretchin' you out on my cock. You're not celibate, huh? Just wanted to wait for daddy."

A soft moan left your throat, feeling him suddenly stop moving. Your chest rose and fell as you gasped for breath, trying to relax enough to make it feel good for yourself and him.

"Rafe, fuck..."

"I know, sweet girl. 'm fully in, just loosen up f'me so I can show this little pussy what 's been missing," he cooed.

It took a few moments, but you finally felt him start to push his hips in and out. Your painted toes curled as he continued to press kisses to your neck, getting sloppy the quicker his sculpted body moved.

"Takin' this dick so well, this pussy was made f'me, yeah?"

You nodded your head, brain fuzzy from the sensation and his naughty words. Rafe fucking Cameron was taking your virginity, inflating his already high ego.

He brought a calloused thumb down to rub your hardened clit, your legs tightening around him at the added pleasure.

"That's it... let daddy claim this needy cunt. Your boyfriend is gonna be so mad, huh? Knowing you're Rafe Cameron's bitch now."

Your walls fluttered around him at his words, a low groan leaving his lips.

"feels so good, daddy," you whined.

He just hummed, his skilled hips rolling roughly into yours, the added pleasure of his thumb on your clit was only driving you closer to the edge of release.

"You gonna cum f'me? You gonna cum on daddy's dick while he takes your slutty virginity?"

"Yes, yes -- shit."

Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking as the coil in your tummy snapped. Eyes squeezed shut, walls clenching around his twitching shaft.

"Good girl, good girl. You want daddy to cum in this needy cunt? Give you a baby to remember your first time?"

An embarrassing sound escaped you, head nodding quickly. If you were able to think rationally, you would have said fuck no.

But his body was so warm, his grip was so tight, his thrusts were so rough yet deep, you just begged.

"Please, Ray? Please fuck a baby into me?"

He grunted at your pleading, voice so sweet, how could he refuse?

His hips snapped quickly against yours, grunts and filthy words being poured out from his mouth as he chased his release.

Finally, you felt him twitching, and the new sensation of his cum coating your vaginal walls instead of your throat made you whimper.

"Fuck..." he gasped.

All you could do was pull him down into another sloppy, breathy kiss. Lips smashed together, tongues brushing and fighting.

He rolled over onto his back when he disconnected your swollen lips from his, a big, calloused hand caressing your hip.

"How was that?" He asked softly, a tone you had never heard from him before.

"Really good," you nodded, still out of breath.

He hummed, letting you rest for a moment.

"C'mere, pretty girl."

He guided you onto his lap, still caressing your hip with one hand, the other going to grope your left boob.

"Daddy's gonna teach you how to ride dick now."

Your eyes widened slightly, knowing you were in for a long night.