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[outermaybanks]

someone on twitter predicted pregnant kie and my whole day is ruined

[outermaybanks]

Mutt

tfw your boyfriend is also your biggest bully

JJ wasn't a bad boyfriend, not necessarily. he just had his quirks. Possessive? Absolutely. He sat so casually with an arm around your neck you barely even blinked at the feeling of him tightening his hold around you.

He played too much--shoving your face into his armpit until you came out gasping and sweating. Standing idle was a dangerous game with him because he'd find a way to put you in a full nelson, he might even wrestle you to the ground until you were crying and frustrated with the fact he wouldn't let go.

Aggressive? Well you just like to think he's passionate. It's not just you he does it with, it's everyone. Nobody can ever say JJ doesn't have heart, in fact you think his heart occupies the space where his brain should be. It pumps through his veins and fires all his synapses to the point he's always in trouble.

Like now. A hangout can never just be a hangout. You chalk it up to this not being his normal spot, he just doesn't understand the culture cultivated here. This isn't the boneyard, this isn't his house. It's a shitty bar with no name packed tight with drifters and bikers and punks all tracing a familiar path along the premises. The corner booth has a groove you swear you've molded yourself since you've been coming here underage. You think you've paid your tab once. The local band has at least 3 songs about you being kind of a cunt.

In short, this is your territory. That's probably why JJ decides to piss all over it.

Nobody can get too close, the second they do he's there with a tight smile and a death grip on your shoulder. You can see the regulars eyeing him suspiciously, you can see JJ getting antsy.

The whole place is a powderkeg just waiting to go off.

"One fucking night. I just want one fucking night where you keep it cool do you understand me?" You had pulled him off to the side, a death grip on his face as you bring him down to your level.

JJ just smiles that mean smile, eyes already read and darting around, "I'll be a good boy. Scout's honor."

When you let him go, your nails have indented on his cheeks. For once you've marked him and it feels good. And for once you can tell he's trying to behave--he gets you drinks, requests your favorite songs and doesn't pitch a fit when you whoop his ass in pool. There's a tentative ease that you hope stays.

Semms you never get what you ask for, because on your way back from the bathroom, you see an ex fling make their way to you.

Idiot. You try to show your disinterest. You snarl and roll your eyes but all of a sudden his arm is over you and its over. No less than a millisecond later you hear a sickening crack and he's on the floor, bruise already blooming on his cheek bone and it's over.

A beer bottle whizzes past you, all you hear is JJ cursing and yelling coupled with the sounds of fists meeting flesh. Chaos erupts, and the whole bar has turned into a gauntlet in the blink of an eye.

And this motherfucker is laughing. Honest to god laughing as he snatches you up and out the back door as you punch and curse at him yourself.

"Have you lost your rabbit ass mind? I asked for one fuckin night but you're so goddamn evil you have to ruin everything for me!"

JJ shrugs, "I know."

"...You know? What the fuck is your problem?"

He stares for a bit, backing you up onto the side of the building until you're completely shadowed, finds his way to tucking his face into your neck and sniffs, "You smell like him when you come home."

You freeze, "JJ what are you talkin about I haven't done shit with him."

"i know, but he's around. He's too close." He sinks his teeth into your neck, feeling your pulse speed up under his tongue before he pulls back to grab your face in a cruel imitation of your earlier actions, "I got you. You're mine."

The chaos seems to quiet around you, the music and fighting and yelling all disappear when he kisses you this time. Slow and sweet like his teeth arent puncturing the delicate flesh of your lower lip. But you taste all of him, the bleeding of his heart being spit down your throat and in your belly where you feel it burn and bloom back into your chest. When he pulls away the string of saliva can only be disconnected when he licks it clean, and you wish you got it first.

"You're mine," JJ reiterates, dropping to his knees and pushing you tight against the wall, "and it's gonna stay that way."

It can't be right here, just because you're in the shadows doesn't mean you can't be seen. All it'll take is one open door or the highbeams of a truck to put you on display but he doesn't care, he's ravenous he disappears under your skirt to tongue and your clit through the mesh of your panties.

The grip he has on your thighs keeps you trapped, the bite of his rings warming from how hot your flesh is in the muggy air. JJ tugs your panties to the side with his teeth, nipping and tugging at your sensitive lips and clit until you're panting and squirming in his hold. Each stroke of his tongue makes your breath hitch, it's like he's digging at the root of your core when he licks a stripe from your hole to the very tip of your swollen nub. You don't even think he's getting any air.

"Shit, JJ slow down! You need to breathe." You tangle your hands in his hair to wrench him back, only to be met with his hungry gaze--face wet, cheeks flushes with a predatory grin as he tongue trails across his lips to get another taste.

"Don't be like that c'mon," he turns his head and kisses your wrist, then leans forward to kiss your knee, smattering then up to the crease of your thigh, "if I die, I'll die happy." He presses one more kiss to your cunt, deep and slow so he can lick you from to to bottom before you feel his fingers.

There's no starting slow, on instinct he crooks his fingers up with enough pressure you shove your own palm against your mouth.

"There you go, almost there just a little more." He uses his opposite hand to spread you open and he almost looks enthralled by how you swallow up his fingers, each movement causing you to puddle in his palm, "Ain't nobody out here but us, just cum."

The relentless pressure causes you to break with a loud keen muffled into your hand, and he fucks you through it with his fingers knuckle deep and his mouth on your clit just to feel it throb between his lips.

JJ doesn't stop, not until he's wrung three orgasms out of you and soaked the front of his shirt. You have to physically hit him to get him to stop.

"You just never know when to fuckin quit." you pant weakly as he fixes you up, "you're lucky nobody saw us or I'd kick your ass."

He grins again, the same predatory smile from earlier as he wipes his face dry, "Oh nah, someone definitely saw us, hella people walked past."

"JJ what the fuck!"

Laughing, he leans next to you and lights a joint, "You'll get over it."

[outermaybanks]

Out of the Woods - ch. 13

a/n: kept putting off posting out of anxiety bc i was gone for so long but i miss them so i'm back

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JJ drove the boat up the water to the dock near his house. JJ had only let me to his house three times, he only brought me when he was absolutely sure Luke wouldn’t be there, and he wasn’t. But some of his beer was, JJ grabbed one while I went straight to his room, exhausted beyond belief.

I was almost asleep when JJ came into the room. “You sleepin’ bug?”

“Mmm.” I mustered out. I could hear footsteps coming closer, but couldn’t open my eyes. I felt JJ kiss my head, so I let out another small noise. Then, I felt the bed dip behind me, and JJ’s arm came across to hold my waist.

“Get some sleep, sweet girl,” JJ whispered.

I was about to fall asleep, maybe I already was.

“I love you, Juniper.”

When I woke up, this time, I was nestled in JJ’s arms, I must have turned in my sleep because now I was facing him. He looked so peaceful while he slept, like all the worries that haunted him during the day just melted away. I wished he could always look like this. I carefully lifted my hand to his face, rubbing his cheek with my thumb.

“Just can’t keep your hands off me, huh?” JJ mumbled, and I giggled. “We slept too long. We gotta try to find John B.” I said.

JJ groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He took some time to wake up, then we were back on the boat, heading back to the Chateau. 

When we got there, we found him waiting at the dock with Kie.

He looked defeated, hopeless. He told us he went back to check the gold, and Ward had gotten all of it. 

“Every bar.” John B repeated when Kie asked if he was sure. John B ripped off his cast, and Kie scolded him for it, before we all heard shouting that made us turn around. Pope was running full speed towards us.

“Guys! Oh- god- I ran all the way here.” Pope panted.

“How was the interview, Pope?” JJ asked.

“Don’t ask. JB- I’m sorry, dude, about everything.”

“I don’t have a lot of time and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron’s big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I’m there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, ‘Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down?’”

“Gold.” JJ answered.

“Exactly! Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go.” Pope finished.

“Guys, we can’t give up now.” Kie said.

“What’s the plan, big man?” JJ asked.

“We’re gonna steal that shit back.” John B answered, and we all took off running towards the Twinkie.

“We go in there, guns a-blazin’, and make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos, get the hell out of there.” JJ said, reloading the gun from where he sat beside me. 

“Send that shit right down the Intracoastal.” JB added.

“Wait for weather.” Kie chimed in.

“Exit to Cuba.” Pope finished.

“Cuba? No, man, Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan. Lobsters so thick, mangoes, and no word for money.” JJ countered, finishing reloading the gun.

“Yucatan, baby.” I said, making JJ smile at me. He grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss, making Pope groan.

“So when did that happen?” John B asked. “I was gone for like 36 hours.”

“A lot happened in 36 hours.” Kie answered. 

John B drove the Twinkie to a road across from the airport and parked next to the fence, and we all ran out to see what we could see. Pope used the binoculars, and said they were loading up the gold. 

John B quickly took the binoculars. “There’s Ward.” Then something John B saw made him lower the binoculars.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s Sarah.”

“She’s with him?” Pope asked.

John B looked back through the binoculars. “Wait a minute… He’s hurting her. They’re fighting.” John B handed Pope the binoculars than ran off. We heard the Twinkie start up and turned around in confusion.

JJ grabbed me, pulling me out of the way before John B drove forward to ram the fence.

“John B! What are you doing?!” JJ screamed, but John B just kept driving, down to the runway.

“What do we do?” I asked, blocking the sun with my hand, trying to get a better look. 

We quickly heard sirens approaching.

“I can’t go to jail.” Pope said.

“I’m on probation.” JJ added.

“Look, we’re no good if we’re all in jail.” Kie said.

JJ grabbed my hand, pulling me along as we all took off running. We found a nearby shack and hung out in there, waiting. Then we saw the plane fly overhead.

“There goes the gold.” Pope said.

“Shit!” JJ shouted, kicking a box. Pope threw something at the wall of the shack. “Fuck!” 

“Pope!” Kie tried. Pope picked up a wrench and hit a pole. “God damn it!”

Pope began breaking more and more things, shouting every curse under the sun.

I watched helplessly, like my body was frozen. I didn’t want to be standing there, I wanted to comfort my friend, but my feet wouldn’t move.

Eventually, Pope ran out of steam and sat down.

“Yeah dude. I was wondering when this was gonna happen.” JJ said, walking over to Pope.

“JJ what the hell are you talking about?” I asked.

JJ held out a cart for Pope. “Here you go, Chief. A little weed never hurt no one.”

“JJ…” Kie said.

“C’mon Kie-”

“You know he doesn’t smoke.” 

But then Pope grabbed the cart. “Maybe not before today.” JJ retorted.

“Yeah what is that gonna help?” Kie questioned.

“What is it gonna hurt?” I countered.

“I lost my scholarship. Walked out in the middle of the interview. Every- it’s gone. It’s not gonna happen.” Pope explained, his voice cracking.

“You did that for us?” Kie asked.

“No, not for us. For nothing.”

“I’m here for you, Pope. Welcome to my world, okay?” JJ tried again.

“JJ-” Kie sighed.

“What, Kie, he’s right. It doesn’t matter anymore.”\

“JJ,” I said softly, and he sighed, putting his hands on his head in frustration.

Pope took a hit.

“You don’t have to do that.” Kie said.

“What do you care?” Pope threw back at her. But then I heard footsteps and turned around, seeing John B.

“Oh my god-” I said, making everyone turn around, we quickly ran over to him. He had blood on his hands.

“Is this yours?” JJ asked.

“Whose blood is that?” Kie asked.

We heard sirens before he could answer, we all had to duck and hide. Once the sirens passed, we ran to Kie’s house, she was closest and she had keys to her mom’s jeep.

John B told Kie to drive us to the police station, and she didn’t question him, but JJ did once we pulled up, but John B was adamant he had to tell the cops what happened. 

Pope hit the blunt that JJ rolled, and let out a cough just as Kie parked the car. I took the blunt from him and took a hit.

“Easy there, chief. Damn.” JJ drew out.

I leaned forward to pat Pope’s back while he continued coughing.

“Alright. I’m just gonna be real with you right now. You might end up in the lion’s den, but you don’t go there on purpose. It’s fundamental, just like my old man always told me, you should never trust cops, no matter what the circumstance is.” JJ said.

“Your old man’s an abusive liar.” Kie spoke up.

“I agree with JJ. Fuck the police.” Pope said, taking me by surprise.

“You goin’ to the dark side now?” Kie questioned.

“When’s the last time the police helped us?”

“Peterkin looked out for me, alright? Tried to, at least. They need to know.” John B said before opening the car door and stepping out.

JJ blew out some air. “What are the chances the cops are any help?”

“I’d say slim to none.” I said, before taking another hit. JJ pulled the blunt from my lips and replaced it with his lips, taking the smoke straight from my mouth before exhaling it. We sat in silence for a few minutes, but then we heard shouting.

“Start the car, Kie!” John B’s voice shouted. The door opened and JB practically fell in, yelling at Kie to go. A cop banged on the window, but Kie started driving, and we got away from them. 

Once he regained himself, he told us what happened. Ward pegged the murder on John B, and now every cop in the county was looking for him. We couldn’t go back to the chateau, that’s the first place they’d look. We didn’t have many options, so we parked on the side of the road and took turns sleeping. Kie and Pope took the front, while me, JJ and John B were crammed in the back.

In the early morning, we all heard sirens heading our way, so Pope and Kie reclined their seats to hide, and the three of us in the back ducked down until the sirens passed. The radio was on, but then they started talking about the murder of Peterkin, so Kie turned it off.

“Let’s game this out.” JJ said, fidgeting with his lighter. He had me laying on his arm, with his hat lowered. “Maybe you guys can help, being the smart ones and all, but… who are the cops going to believe? Ward Cameron or us? So the accuser is a bigshot developer, kind of lord of the island, got the governor on speed dial kind of person, and the accused… is John B who is… pretty much a homeless 16-year-old boy at the moment.”

“Thanks.” John B replied. I turned my head to look at JJ. “You’re not being very helpful.” JJ lifted his hat slightly to look at me.  “Shit.” Pope spoke up. “You want me to be helpful, baby? I’m telling you guys, Yucatan, alright? I’m saying that’s the only option.” JJ said. “Enough with the Mexico bullshit. Sarah will bail me out.” John B said. “She did witness the whole thing.” Kie pointed out. “And she’s gonna snitch on her brother?” Pope countered.

My face twisted with conflicted feelings, both side had good points, and as much as Sarah was growing on me, it didn’t feel right to rely on her to fix this problem. I looked over to JJ, concern etched into my features, making him let out a sigh as he sat up, carefully guiding me up with him. “It’s not happening, bro, okay? We’ve gotta get you off the island.”

“The ferry. It’s the only way.” Pope said. “Yeah, exit stage left while you still can, dude, okay? Before the entire island is on lockdown.” JJ added.

Sirens came into earshot. “Guys just get down.” Kie said softly, and we all laid back while more police cars drove past.  “Sarah’s not a Pogue, John B.” Pope said. “Yeah, you can’t stay here, man.” JJ added, laying back down, pulling his hat down with him. Kie turned around to look at John B. “Ferry?”  John B let out a sigh. “Ferry.”

When we got to the ferry, Pope went to check it out, and buy John B’s ticket for him, but he returned with bad news.

“The ferry’s closed, and there’s this.” Pope said, handing a paper to Kie. I sat up from the twisted cuddle pile that had become the trunk of the jeep. 

“What is that? What is this?” John B asked. Kie handed me the paper, but JJ quickly snatched it from me. “Well, John B, uh, this is a good framer of you.” JJ said holding up the wanted poster. 

“Okay, so the whole island’s lookin’ for John B right now.” Pope said. “That’s a lot of money.” Kie added. “Congratulations, John B, you’re famous.” JJ said.

“Remember what I said about not being helpful?” I asked, taking the poster back to look it over. Cops were offering $25,000 for him.

“Okay, guys we gotta get to the HMS. We need small, no running lights-” Kie started planning.

“It’s at the Chateau, Kie.” John B reminded her.

“And I wonder if the cops got the entire place staked out, let me think. Oh, yeah, no they definitely have that place locked down.” JJ said sarcastically. “Let me think, just give me a second… JJ!” Pope said. “What?” “Does your dad still have that boat? The cigarette boat, the Phantom, the one he used to race.” “Maybe…” “You could get right up the coast, no problem.”

Kie, Pope and JJ all started talking at once while Pope tried to get us out of there, but traffic wasn’t moving, and I was starting to get antsy.

“Can you relax? JJ, how much weed did you give him?” Kie asked. “Pope drive!” I said loudly. “Hey the car’s on the poster.” John B pointed out.

Pope honked his horn, but people starting pointing and gathering around the jeep. He tried to turn the engine over, all of us shouting at him until the car lurched forward and bumped the car in front of us. Pope quickly turned the wheel and push forward, peeling out of there. Pope hit a mailbox, laughing hysterically while I held on to the seat in front of me for dear life.

“I should be the last one to tell you this, but you are not okay to drive, dude, stop!” JJ helping me stay upright while Pope swerved. Pope halted to a stop. 

“John B get out.” He said.

“He’s right, we’ll draw the cops, you run.” JJ agreed. “I’ll get the rig and I’ll meet you in the dump tomorrow, okay? Three o’ clock tomorrow at the dump!” JJ shouted as John B practically fell out of the car and began running. Pope immediately sped off again. We kept driving even after losing the sirens.

“Hey, you okay, baby?” JJ asked softly. “I’m fine, but I think you’re right, Pope shouldn’t drive.” I said, looking at Pope through the rear view mirror. “I said I was sorry.”

“Papa J will roll you a blunt, make you feel all better.” JJ said, reaching for his bag. “Ew. Is that a sex thing?” Kie asked. JJ’s head whipped around back to look at me. “Can it be?” I rolled my eyes and pushed him gently. “Just roll the blunt, I’m pretty sure Pope gave me whiplash.”

JJ broke out laughing hysterically. “You clocked that car, man, it was so bad.”  “I’m just glad I’m not driving now.” Pope joked. “Real funny.” I said. “Pull over!” Kie commanded, and Pope obeyed. “It’s not funny, JJ, he shouldn’t be driving.” Kie scolded as she got out of the car, switching seats with Pope. “Uh oh... she's mad.” JJ mumbled. “Where are we going, Kie?” I asked. “The last place they’ll look.” Kie answered before driving off.

That meant Ward Cameron’s home.

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im not dead ive just been really involved in my classwork dont worry i still love that blonde fucker

[outermaybanks]

if tumblr shuts down you can find me on tumblr. ill still be here. they cant make me leave

[outermaybanks]

cus yeah. (via @/jiarastruelove on twt)

[outermaybanks]

pervert - sarah x reader x rafe

kinktober day 4 - incest?ish? sorta not really they don't touch.

lets all pretend that sarah is still kook princess and rafe is crazy but not murder people crazy for this okay? ok. they're all still a "happy" family.

rafe hated you almost as much as he hated sarah. he hated how you two whispered and giggled in your own language. how you moved in synch, like a hive mind. sarah couldn't have everything she wanted, and right now he wanted you too.

sarah was your best friend, so much so that when her family went on vacation so did you. to say you were attached at the hip was an understatement. ward used to say it was like you were the same person, two halves of a whole so to speak.

rafe saw it differently, he saw how sarah bossed you around. even when she did it with that sweet smile on her face, rafe swore there was a mean glint there. almost self satisfied. because if sarah said you were going out thats what you did, and if she changed your outfit even though you told her you liked it well you just trust her opinion. and when sarah told you to "ignore her weirdo brother" you did that too, darting your eyes away when he looked at you and scurrying behind her when she left you alone with him.

he thought he had you figured out. sarah had to own everything, even you, and it pissed him off.

now you thought you were better than him. you scoffed when he spoke and rolled your eyes every time he entered the room. just like sarah. and it made him ache with the need to wipe the smirks of both your faces. he would imagine pinching into your soft flesh, digging his nails deep until he broke skin and you were crying. just how he did to her when she was little. rafe figured nothing would be funny when he was done with the both of you, maybe then you'd respect him more.

but there was a little hope this vacation would be different, you were all adults and if he tried rafe wouldn't run into you at all. you and sarah spent your days on the beach and nights at beach parties and clubs just like he hoped. it meant he had time.

when everyone was gone rafe would circle back to the house, scavenging through you and sarah's shared belongings in the dark, flipping through newly updated scrapbooks and rummaging through dirty laundry. it was a rush every time, his heart would thud and his dick would pulse at the thought if the invasion. neither of you had any idea of what he was doing. he would spit in mascara tubes and drag pairs of clean panties across his balls. didn't matter who's it was--yours or sarah's--as long as something was defiled in some way. as long as rafe was included.

it was gonna be routine as usual when he picked up a pair of pink polka dotted underwear, could be yours, he saw you pull them out of your suitcase. could be sarah's, he saw her wear them.

but he stopped, you left your camera and it was still on, it's led screen slightly dimmed but rafe grabbed it. he started to scroll through. there's no way there's pictures he hasn't seen.

there was. and videos. you and sarah in the shower together, kissing and soapy. flashing the mirror in a dressing room. another in your room, grabbing each other's asses in the mirror with your skirts flipped up. you're wearing the panties this time.

"what the fuck..." rafe couldn't stop scrolling. he guesses topper's fears of you two being dykes werent unfounded because here you were, eating her out no less than what had to be 15 minutes before you left the house.

when you walked into the room, lip gloss already smudged and already tipsy off two vodka crans he froze.

"rafe you fucking pervert gimme that!" you lunged at him, tripping over your heels as he jerked back, holding the camera above his head.

he knows you can feel him hard against your stomach, he doesn't care, "mind telling me what this is about."

for once you look nervous, "none of your fucking business rafe give it here--"

rafe jerks back again, "now given how this shit is full of videos of my sister cheating on my best friend, i think it is my fuckin business." he dangles it over your head, watching as your expression shifts to a glare, "and need i remind you...you have a boyfriend sweetheart. there's a lottt of people who would be very interested in knowing the kook princesses are dyking every night."

you laugh, and rafe's taken aback, "please rafe give me a break." you laugh again, leaning closer against his chest with a smirk, "you're just fuckin jealous."

"of who? sarah? you fuckin wish." rafe's blood runs cold when you shake your head no, leaning up on your toes until your lips brush his.

"of me. cause i got to her first. but i'll share, just this once." you kiss him, tongue first with a flick against his own and he moans.

there's the taste of your lipgloss yeah--strawberry and sticky sweet, but something else. headier, muskier, that lights up his tastebuds and he almost melts.

sarah, still lingering on your lips with such potency rafe's sure you had one more round before coming back. he's so hard he's dizzy, letting you direct him to the bed with a hand shoved down his pants, rolling your palm over his tip.

"you think we don't know rafe? you think we just see your nasty fucking cum in our underwear and don't know where it came from? cmon now i'm a slut but not that big of one." you waste no time with build up, shoving his shorts down. you were only supposed to come back for a quick second for the camera and you needed to be back soon.

rafe's flustered, for once. bucking his hips up to chase your fist, mouth agape as he keeps licking his lips, "you-- think that's all i did? christ you're fuckin stupid." he lets out a pained groan when you smack his balls, but you snort when he lets out a sticky spurt of precum against his torso.

"as if, now shut the fuck up i have to go soon," in a slight fumble you reach under your dress, slipping off your underwear you shove them in his mouth. he barely has time to register it as you spit directly on his tip, making him shudder as you spread it across his shaft, "now hurry up and you can snoop to your heart's desire."

with a kiss to his panty suffed mouth you speed up, keeping one hand resting at his base as the wet schlick of your motions fill the room, "damn rafe, you almost get as wet as she does." your hands are covered in him, precum running down your knuckles and your wrists as he groans beneath you.

"fuckfuckfuck," rafe's voice is muffled, but his quickening breath and tense thighs are all you need to know he's close. already you can feel his balls drawing up, so you cup them in your hand, massaging and coaxing him along.

"fuckin finally, there you go let it out."

he cums so long and so hard you're worried he'll black out. hips stuttering as he struggles to catch his breath."

while he's still fazed you grab the camera, wiping his cum off on your shorts as you get up to leave, "make sure you clean up okay? if sarah finds out i did this without her she'll be pissed."

with that you leave, heels clacking as you rush down the stairs and the door slams.

rafe takes the underwear out his mouth--this time baby blue with little clouds on them.

sarah wore these earlier.

[outermaybanks]

thinking about mean jj after you tease him... ᥫ᭡

your boyfriend was in a shitty mood, and you knew better than to tease him, but you wanted to see just how far your could push him.

just before you and the pogues went to the beach, jj repeatedly told you to change out of the skimpy bikini you were wearing, but you didn't listen because the bikini was just so cute!!

when you all got to the beach, you sat on jjs lap in a beach chair, and you decided to grind on him intentionally, knowing it would wrack up his nerves again.

but what you didn't expect to happen, was for him to pick you up by your thighs, and carry you over to the twinkie. you look up at his face, and immediately realized how fucked up you are.

his eyebrows are furrowed, his tongue is on the inside of his cheek, and his jaw is clenched, his eyes filled with a mixture of rage and lust. your cheeks immediately flush, and you speak with a soft voice, but he cuts you off before you can even get a sentence out.

"jay—"

"shut up."

you gulp and look everywhere else but his eyes. you could tell you really set him off, and you didnt wanna fuck yourself up more than you already had.

he sets you down in the passenger seat in the twinkie, slamming the door. he goes over to john b, telling him that me and him were going back to the chateau.

john b nods him off, and jj comes back with that same cold and irritated expression he had with me a few moments back.

he gets in the drivers seat, slamming the door and putting the key in the ignition.

~

when he parks outside the chateau, he gets out, opening your door and tugs you out by your arm roughly. hes dragging you into the nearest empty room, shutting and locking it behind him.

he slams you down on the bed and wraps a large hand around your neck, squeezing it with little pressure. "you think 's funny to tease me an' shit, huh?" he says, using his other hand to smack your cheek, the force causing your head to turn sideways.

you couldn't deny that it was turning you on, seeing him so mad made you wanna get your brains fucked out, but if you pushed him any further, all hell would break loose.

"no daddy 'm sorry" you squeak

"—y'know what, shut up and turn around."

you silently obey him, and turn to lay on your stomach, your face pushed into the pillow causing your lipgloss to smear.

"don't even wanna see your face right now." you hear him grunt from behind you, following the sound of his swim trunks coming down and his erection springing against his stomach.

he pushes your head further down into the pillow, and his two large hands grab your bikini bottoms, ripping it in half with no sort of effort. he tosses them off onto the floor, and gives you no warning as he pushes his whole length into your cunt from behind.

you let out a loud scream from the sudden fullness in your belly, trying to crawl forward to ease some of it out. he immediately jerks you back forward with an annoyed sound, burying himself to the hilt, the action causing his heavy sack to slap against your clit, making you whine.

he pulls himself out almost completely before slamming back in, his balls hitting your clit with every deep thrust he makes.

all you could do is take it. you were so helpless beneath him as he completely destroyed your pussy. you were drooling onto the pillow, your face pressed down into it forcefully, sticky lipgloss all over your mouth.

you reach a hand back (stupidly) to try and slow his harsh thrusts, but he throws your hand back where it was, and wraps a meaty arm around your throat, trapping you into a tight headlock.

he nears his release, his thrusts become faster and deeper, his balls now hitting your clit with more force. all you can do is whimper and whine from beneath his strong and meaty arm.

next thing you know, he's cumming inside your cunt with a groan, his thrusts slowing.

when he finishes, he shoves you down onto the bed, pulling out and tugging himself back into his swim trunks.

a/n: this shit is so filthy and i love it. requested by my baby @jjmaybankssurfergf enjoy, mwah ᥫ᭡

[outermaybanks]

Jawbreaker

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...

warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies 

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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…

You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.

Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.

“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”

He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.

“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.

Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.

“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.

It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.

Your boyfriend heard it.

“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”

His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…

Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.

“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.

When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“He was helping me with something.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.

“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”

Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.

“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.

You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.

“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”

You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.

“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.

Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.

While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.

Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?

“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”

Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.

It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.

You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.

When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.

“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”

His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.

“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”

It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.

“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”

He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.

“I know that’s what you like, and-.”

“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”

“No!”

The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.

“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”

It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.

“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.

You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.

“I feel like you’re mad.”

Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.

“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”

You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.

“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”

Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.

You’d done it for him.

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.

At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.

“Well, let’s go…”

You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.

“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”

That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.

Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.

Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.

Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.

…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.

He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.

“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.

“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”

“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”

“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”

A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.

“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.

“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”

A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.

“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.

He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.

“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”

He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.

“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“It’s like putting on a football game.”

“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”

“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”

His hand found it’s way to your throat.

“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”

You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.

“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”

You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.

His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.

“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.

You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.

You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.

He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.

“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”

On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.

Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.

Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.

You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.

The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.

Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.

“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.

When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.

“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.

You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”

[outermaybanks]

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝒀 𝑷𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑶𝑾 & 𝑴𝑨𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑨𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 . Outer Banks ( 2020 – ) .

[outermaybanks]

jj letting you touch him soft

in which… you and jj start having your daily cuddling talks and you ask jj if you can touch him while he’s soft…

warnings: smut, oral (m!receiving) p in v (wrap it) creampie, fluff, switch!jj

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it wasn’t an unusual thing for you and jj to talk sexually, he always told you about his hookups, and vice versa. (even though the only person he talks about that he hooked up with was you)

“y’know there’s one thing i’ve always wanted to do?” you ask jj softly, your voice barley audible. he looks down at you, cuddling you closer. “what’s up?”

“i wanna touch your dick while it’s soft, that’s it”

“oh.. uh what made you wanna do that?”

“i dunno, im sorry”

“nah ima let you, cmon you got it”

you carefully pulled his sweatpants down. and of course, he wasn’t wearing underwear. you look at his soft dick, you instantly shoot your hand out to touch it, wrap your tiny fingers around it and stroke his soft member.

“if you wanted to give me a handjob, coulda just asked… i never say no to you” the blonde boy said with a breathy moan. “no i wanna suck” you got between his legs and let his soft dick disappear in your mouth. jj quickly got hard.

“fuck mama, keep goin… just like that baby cmon, you can take it.” jj started to roughly fuck your face. he went faster and faster until he exploded down your throat with a load moan. “lay down, you’re getting fucked.”

“i missed fuckin’ this pretty pussy…” without a warning, jj went balls deep inside you, unable to hold back any longer. he was rough fucking you for the first time, and damn did it feel good. “you squeezin’ me so tight… that pretty pussy don’t ever want me to leave huh?”

you were so drunk from his dick the only thing you could do is babble your moans. he laughed and went as deep as he could inside you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. you screamed in utter pleasure, you weren’t sure if you could take his rough fucking anymore. you push him back as best as you could. “nuh uh, you takin this shit mama, you gon take every inch i fuckin’ give you..” with that, he rubs tight circles on your clit, making you cum on the spot, a white ring covered his dick when he pulled out.

“fuck im puttin my dick back in..” he smashed his dick back inside you, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow. he went so deep inside you, even your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. after what felt like eternity, jj busted his load deep inside your womb. his eyes rolling back as his intense orgasm crashed over him.

“cmere, touch lil man now” he smiles as he guides your tiny shaken hands to his softening dick. “how it feel?” you squeeze him a bit, he moans in response. “i like it when you’re soft, it’s cute.”

“be happy then cause this isn’t an everyday thing.”

“yes it is and you know it, tomorrow i’m gonna touch your soft tiny dick tomorrow watch me.”

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-a/n: i feel this is a little short but i’ll have something up longer in a few days!

taglist: @sturniologirlzz @sturns-mermaid @aaliyahsturniolo @ethanthequeefqueen @sophand4n4

more bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader here

feel free to request anything!”

[outermaybanks]

what if i told yall i wrote a kook!jj au for out of the woods pre season 4 and forgot until i found it in my draft,,,,

[outermaybanks]

calm after the storm pt ii - you and jj decide to give it one more chance when you find out you're pregnant again. part i cw - smut!!! 18+ mdni; i am not responsible for your media consumption wc - 1.5k

The second the two lines appeared on that pregnancy test, JJ got exactly what he wanted: you. When you called to tell him the news, he wasn’t shocked, wasn’t even phased, like this had been exactly what he had planned. Because it had been, it had been exactly what he had planned. And you should’ve known, he practically warned you.

So when you showed up at his place, Lilly safe with your mother for the night, to talk logistics for this new pregnancy, you were only half surprised when JJ had cooked you dinner, tidied up his place, kicked John B out for the night, and dropped to one knee to ask you to marry him. 

A part of you knew better, knew that there was just something in you, and something in JJ, that clashed so terribly nothing good could come from it, but you and JJ had also made Lilly, the best thing you had ever done in your eyes. And maybe… just maybe… you guys could make it work, if both of you were willing to drop the toxic behavior. So you said yes. 

Your pregnancy hormones didn’t make it easy, you knew that. But to your surprise, JJ never faltered. He showed a new patience, new understanding. Even when you yelled, even when you made it so easy to fight, JJ never resorted to his old ways, in fact, he had found a new way to deal with your attitude. 

“JJ! How many times do I have to tell you to not leave your dirty socks everywhere? We have a hamper in our room and the bathroom!” You shouted, moving to bend down to pick up the sock, but JJ rushed in to grab it before you could. “Woahhh there, mamas, careful-” he said softly, placing a hand on your swollen bump. “You’re gonna bust a seam bendin’ down like that.” “I’m gonna bust something alright. The fact that you came running here proves you knew this sock was on the floor. Are you trying to drive me insane? How many times-” “Hey, uh, where’s Lilly?” JJ interrupted you to ask. “I- she’s- she’s asleep in her crib it’s naptime-” you reply, a bit thrown off by his sudden change in topic. A smile started to form on JJ’s face, one that you had seen before and knew well.

JJ threw his sock into the hamper in the bathroom, then took your hands in his as he walked backwards into your shared bedroom, pulling you along with him. 

“Oh no no no-” your resolve was already faltering by the time JJ wrapped his arms around you, using his foot to shut the door. “-I’m in no mood-” “Oh, she’s in no mood, guys,” JJ said to the imaginary audience as he began pressing soft kisses to your shoulder. “JJ! I’m serious-” “Uh oh-” JJ huffed as he kissed up to your neck, moving your hair out of his way, his fingers sliding up the back of your head to tangle in your hair. “She’s serious-”

When JJ licked up your neck, pulling a soft whine from your lips, you knew it was game over. But that didn’t mean you had to make it easy on him. “JJ-” you dragged his name out in a complaining whine, making the blonde chuckle against your skin. “I know mamas, you’re so serious, and you mean it, I know baby… can’t help it, baby, it’s so hot when you use your mama voice on me…”

Against your will, a soft moan left you as he sunk his teeth ever so slightly into your neck. “JJ…” “I know mamas… let me take care of my girl, hm? You take such good care of us… giving me another baby…” his voice was low and husky, but still somehow smooth, and more importantly, he knew just what to say so you wouldn’t protest when his fingers hooked under the waistband of your leggings toyingly. 

“Come lay on the bed for me, baby girl, let daddy take care of you…” he said softly, but he didn’t give you a chance to reply before he guided you down on the bed, but it’s not like you were protesting. JJ settled himself between your legs, kissing your neck, your jaw, as he tugged down your leggings with ease. Once your leggings were on the floor, his hand slid up your thigh to push the bottom of your shirt up, his hand gliding over your swollen belly. “Cooking my baby girl in here… we’ll have to keep trying for that boy, hm?” “J- I’m 22 weeks, you can’t already be thinking about putting another baby in me-” you said through panting breaths as his fingers continued their delicate dance across your skin. “Says who, hm? I’m pretty good at puttin’ babies in you… and you look so pretty all round like this…” His hands pushed your shirt higher, until you raised your arms so he could take it off of you. 

As soon as the fabric lifted above your swelling breasts, JJ attached his mouth to the sensitive flesh, pulling a soft moan from you despite your best efforts, and the sound just seemed to spur him on even more. He wrapped his lips around the bud of your nipple, moaning softly as he sucked, his other hand coming up to show love to your other breast. 

After that point, everything moved so fast, JJ revved up by the sight of your body as it grew him another baby, and suddenly, the blonde mess of hair was between your thighs, with his arms wrapped around each leg to hold you still as he feasted. 

“Just like that- don’t stop-” you begged with a breathless moan. You reached to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging slightly as encouragement, but by the way JJ was moaning against your aching core, he didn’t need encouragement, and the way his hips rutted against the mattress told you he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

 When JJ brought you to your climax, your own hand had to cover your mouth to keep you quiet, thank god you still had the mind to remember your daughter was napping in the next room. But even behind your hands, muffled moans and whimpers made their way to JJ’s ears, his lips and tongue slowing before stopping their movements as he was sure to lap up the juices from your orgasm. 

Before you could even catch your breath, JJ was untying the strings to his sweatpants and pulling them down before he was back above you. “Need more, mamas…c’mere-”

He sat up a bit to put both hands on your hips to pull you down to him, running his red, leaky tip through your folds, pulling a pathetic whine from you. “Shhh daddy’s gonna take care of you- just let me make you feel good…” he said right before sliding all the way into you, letting out a huff of air as he felt your velvety walls welcome him in. “Mmm- that’s it baby-” “JJ!” you whimpered, and he took it as a sign to move. He knew how to read your body, your noises, and had it down to an art. “I got you-” You heard him mumble as he held your hips in place, sneaking an arm around to your lower back to support you so you wouldn’t be sore later. “I always got you, mamas…” When his hips started moving faster, more mercilessly, all you could focus on was the white hot burning in your stomach that grew with every moment, your body still sensitive from your first orgasm. 

“Oh fuck-” “That feel good, baby? C’mere- I know what you need-” Before you could process his words, he was gently moving your body so you were on your knees, a mix between a gasp and a whine leaving you when he slid back inside you with ease thanks to your juices. “Fuuuuck yeah, that’s it baby-” JJ groaned lowly, the sound making your eyes close. Suddenly, this became about JJ’s pleasure, not yours. You arched your back so your face could rest against the pillows, muffling your sinful noises without putting pressure on your growing stomach. 

You could hear JJ’s heavy breaths and small groans as he moved with purpose; chasing the pleasure only you could give him. “God baby- mmmm feels so fuckin’ good- you take me so well, mamas.” You couldn’t respond, his words giving you the final push you needed. A soft cry leaves you as you cum, and in the haze of your orgasm, you almost don’t hear JJ’s soft moans and gasp when he finally cums inside you. “Mmmm that’s it- fuck baby girl…” JJ mumbled through heavy breaths before he slowly pulled out of you, guiding you to lay on your side, cuddled up into him.

You let out a soft happy, satiated hum as you nuzzled into his chest. JJ played mindlessly with your hair as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead.

“I can’t fucking wait to make you my wife, baby…”

[outermaybanks]

If requests are open, can you make a part 2 for calm after the storm? Like reader is pregnant again which gives JJ the opportunity to just fuck her all the time cuz he thinks she looks so hot when she's pregnant.

the blessing of being so sick means when i'm not having fever dreams i can write lmao this was pretty much where i wanted to take the story but i made it more sexy for u anon <3 coming up in a minute

[outermaybanks]

Overstimulating JJ bc he pissed you off?? I wanna put that boy is his placeeee!! Also it’s okay if you don’t do smut—was just curious 🫦

“Ma—ma, please, please please ma—“ JJ whined out desperately, his head tossed back, his hips in a battle between chasing into your hand and pulling away.

His bare chest was heaving and coated lightly in sweat and his own cum, legs spread wide open, body completely bare to you in comparison to your clothed self. His hair a mess from your tugging, his lips kiss swollen and slick with saliva.

“What J?” You coo mockingly, moving your hand a bit faster and squeezing him—laughing tauntingly as he throbbed pathetically in your hand, already coated in his previous releases. “Fuck. You’re so pathetic. I give you everything and your needy little cock still wants more?”

“‘M—not—‘m—ah,” JJ babbled, his entire body shaking, his cheeks flushed. “God—Ma, Ma, please—I can’t.” He whimpered, tears building in the corner of his eyes even as he arched into your grasp, his hips twitching hopelessly.

“You can.” You hum back, leaning forward to kiss at the tip of his dick, already leaking yet again. Achingly hard and throbbing hotly in your hand, the tip a bright angry red. “You can and you are. This cock is mine J, and I’m taking every. Last. Drop. Of your cum. Understand?”

JJ cried out at your words and your actions, bucking against your mouth, his thighs trembling so much they were shaking the bed.

“All—it’s all yours ma.” He babbled, the tears leaking down his face now. “All—all yours, I’m yours. Everything.”

You simply laugh mockingly as you take him into your mouth, lapping your tongue around his angry throbbing tip, your nails digging into the sensitive skin of his thighs.

It barely takes a few licks and swirls of your tongue before JJ is crying out so loud he can barely breathe, aching so so bad from the pleasure and the overstimulation—so incredibly sensitive as he cums into your mouth, his hands clutching frantically at your hair, pulling and tugging as he trembles and sobs.

You tear his hands from your hair and hold them down behind his back with one hand as the other grabs his jaw and yanks him down—kissing him, a mix of rough sultriness and the beginnings of softness. You push your tongue into his mouth, making him taste and swallow his own release and he whimpers pathetically into your mouth, tasting himself. Kissing you back weakly but surely, ready for whatever you want to give despite the pleasured aching pain you’ve put him in.

“My poor pretty baby.” You coo mockingly against his lips, fingers grasping his jaw and holding his face to yours. “All fucked out. Nothing left in ya, huh?”

JJ simply shakes in your grasp, his eyes watery still with little tear tracks on his face, a pout on his lips - his lips fall open slightly as though he wants to speak but can’t get the words out, a whine suck in his throat as he simply looks at you. Needy, pleading and aching.

“I’ll make sure of that.” You grin a bit, your hold on his jaw dragging it open enough so that you can fit your fingers into his mouth, making him suck off his sticky, hot cum. “But clean up your mess first pretty.”

(this is my first ever proper smut, don’t know how to feel abt it😫😫)