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Pedestals (OBX one shot, JJ Maybank’s perspective)

Alternative perspective for chapters 8 + 9 of Butterflies (JJ Maybank x OC fanfiction) From JJ’s POV

Warnings: smut, light voyeurism 

Pairings: JJ Maybank (OBX) X Lexi Aldridge (oc) 

Don’t worry if you haven’t read the story, as of right now it is set after John B finds the video tape from his dad (end of episode 2). If you want to read the story, I’ll leave the links at the end of the one shot. 

I’m not even sure if I believed she was entirely real.

Inhaling smoke into my lungs, I pretend I hadn’t been so caught up with thoughts of her, and focus on my high instead. After all, I wasn’t one for putting people on pedestals, especially when their daddy could buy out half the island if he wanted to, and with looks that had everyone turning to look their way. Sure, was she the most attractive person I had ever laid eyes on? Yes. Did I find myself getting caught up in what to say when she was around? Perhaps.

My gaze lands on hers, passively, though all it took was for her to meet my eye and I was mentally dragging her onto that pedestal I kept telling myself I didn’t have for her. Lexi grinned, taking the joint I had past her and smoking it without breaking her gaze.

I swallowed, or I guess it was more like a gulp as I watched her through lidded eyes, trying to not forget that I was supposed to be casual about the whole roommate thing, like I promised myself I would.

Which meant no pedestals.

It was easy enough when all we were doing was having a smoke, not thinking about her lips as they parted around the joint, definitely not thinking about what happened in the Twinkie, when she had managed to find herself on my lap. My lip twitched as the weed does me no favours in thinking about my hand that had instinctively wrapped around her waist, as I think about her cheeks that had flushed when she realized why I had gone still.

She had blushed, her composure had actually faltered.

It was, like, the first time she appeared entirely human, and not some unachievable thing. I wasn’t quite sure what I found so shocking about it, as it wasn’t like I thought she was some superhuman goddess or anything, she was still Lexi Aldridge: the girl that—for some reason—had started hanging out with us.

I still couldn’t figure that bit out: why she was hanging out with us, or me, I guess I should clarify. I could barely even string a God damn sentence together with her, or so it felt at times. That couldn’t be fun to be around.

Should I tell her that I’m usually more fun?

At first, I assumed it was the obviously fact that she was the most attractive person I had ever met, and used it to explain why the back of my neck would get hot whenever she was around. It was annoying more than anything, as the last thing I wanted was to validate some kooks ego, never mind an insanely attractive one. But then, I found myself fucking relating to her, as if it weren’t bad enough that she could really make me laugh at times, and she had this ability where she could look at you like you were the most important thing in the world.

And you’d believe it.

“Here.” She murmured, handing the joint make to me with a lazy smile, one that made me my mouth twist upwards in return.  

I inhaled, smoke filling my lungs as she caught my eye, and she looked like a fucking dream I couldn’t wake up from.

There was no argument towards why I should even be considering it—her—except sometimes I swear I could feel a sort of tension fill the room when our eyes would lock. Like they do just now, making the silence a comfortable afterthought. Hey, maybe I was less annoying than I thought, maybe, maybe I was actually overthinking this one. Maybe she actually liked me too.

In all fairness, I was also pretty high.

Like, the type of high that has your feelings bubbling to the surface, and your head too light, and you think dumb things like how you might actually have a chance because she blushed when she was in your lap. In fact, she might’ve actually been turned on.

I finished the joint—she lights another one, and neither of us mention what happened in the van. But that doesn’t mean it’s been forgotten about.

She thought my dick was the gun.

I really tried to stop myself, but I felt the smile growing on my face, and my passive, casual approach to her gets abandoned.

“To money,” she said, passing the joint to me.

“To money,” I agreed, wondering if she was trying to have me green out before realizing that this joint was more… floral than the other ones. She had, like, fucking lavender and rose pedals in this one, which she could tell that I’ve noted as I make some comment about the taste.

But I laugh because she put fucking flowers in the joint and it was adorable.

I passed it back to her, and watched her as she brought it to her lips.

It was a bad habit of mine, I’ve noticed—the staring.

I never had this sort of habit before, but, I’ve also had the ability to talk to girls without my neck getting red; not needing to try and be cool, not really caring what they thought of me at all.

I might have, like, a crush.

Which was new, and weird, and horribly inconvenient that she was who I’ve decided to like given that she was ten times out of my league and Pope said I couldn’t flirt with her because she’ll leave the second I get weird (because I get weird with girls after I’ve slept with them). The worst bit about Pope’s large speech, which he had given yesterday, might I add, but, the worst bit was the feeling I got when I realized that I didn’t want her to go. I liked having her around.

“I don’t like it when you do that.”

I blinked. “Do what?”

She shrugged at my question like it was obvious; “look at me like that. I don’t like it when you look at me like that.”

It took everything in me to not blush, but I’ve gotten somewhat used to that feeling she gave me and so I’m able to pretend it didn’t exist. “You don’t like it… when I looked at you?” I teased; lightly.

I could almost ignore just how out of my league and perfect she is, and focus on the fact that I literally had every opportunity to make a move—I mean I was crashing on her fucking couch. No one would ever believe that if they met her, I could almost imagine the responses I’d get in the fall, when school starts again.

Yea, hey Ben! Guess what, I slept on this girls couch all summer and got high in her bedroom, but don’t worry! I didn’t even attempt to make a move!

That’s a lie, I’ve sort of attempted, like, in a joking but not really type of way that she doesn’t seem to mind.

“No. I mean when you stare,” she clarified, rolling her eyes as she caught my smile, “it’s like when you call me princess... or attractive... like, you're making fun of me or something."

"You think that I'm making fun of you when I call you attractive?"

"Yes." She sensed my disbelief, letting out a laugh that echoed in my ears as my brain chose to replay it over a few times. "I'm being serious!” She insisted, “I always feel like you’re telling a joke that I'm not getting when you say shit like that!"

I laughed with her then, figuring that by now she’d have already decided if I’m cool or not, and it wasn’t like she seemed overly keen for me to go. With that, I moved forward and took the joint from her hand. “So when I look at you—"

"—No, when you do that weird stare thing!"

"Ok, so when I stare at you, you think I'm making fun of you?"

If she had been anyone else, it would’ve been a little annoying to see her be so oblivious to her presence, to how people treat her as a result. But, it felt genuine, somehow, it made her feel real. It made me want to kiss her, and smoke her weird floral joints in her bedroom more often.

She nodded; still laughing. "You know what I'm talking about," she accused, her voice high and I still wanted to kiss her.

"Ok well the next time I call you hot, I'll be mindful of my tone."

She lightly kicked my foot. "Or just don't call me hot?”

"No can do, princess," I sighed, noting how she still hadn’t moved her foot, and so our legs sorta touched when I shifted in my seat.

It was embarrassing that something like that warmed the back of my neck, to the point where I abruptly stood to clear my head. I moved to peer over the railings, staring at the couch I was meant to be sleeping on, already dreading my decent down, knowing I’ll be wishing I stayed longer.

"There is like a very high chance that I'm going to fall to my death walking down these stairs," I joked, or, I think I joked. Though, the more I thought of it, the more it didn’t really sound like I was joking, and there was actually a chance that I’d fall—given that I couldn’t really walk in a straight line—so maybe I hadn’t been.

She sits up a little straighter, and I watched her eyes travel to study the stairs. There’s a pause; “just stay. I don’t want to clean up your guts in the morning.”

Suddenly very interested in the craftsmanship of the railing, I asked the question that would confirm reality. “Stay? Where?”

“It’s a big bed,” she assured (and it was). “Just stay on your side.”

I was already half fucking hard.

I let out a laugh before I could help it, which sounded high and incredibly nervous. I sounded nervous, and probably because I lie down in her bed with thoughts of pounding into her warm, throbbing cun—

“—you sleep in cargo shorts, you psychopath?”

I nearly choked on my breath, my head spinning to look at her as she casually reached under her pillow for for her pyjamas. “No,” I told her. There was no way she’d know the thoughts I had, and so I shoved my feet under the covers and shift so that I can conceal the bit of myself that would have her putting the pieces together on her own.

“I just, y’know, didn’t know what you wanted me to do.”

She nodded once, her eyes darting around the room as it seemed to only then register to her that she might have put herself in a position. It made me almost want to offer to go downstairs, my gaze fixed on her as she fiddles with her pyjamas that seem to slip between her fingers.

“Fuck, okay,” Lexi sighed, “just, turn around and don’t look until I say so.”  

I don’t offer to go downstairs, and focused on the couch that the morally equipped version of me would be on.

“Okay.”

She hastily moved almost as soon as I turned to her, giving me only a glimpse of the blue silk that now covered her body. She casted a quick glance my way, and I swear she takes that moment to take in the fact that I was half-naked in her bed, her eyes flicking across my chest—blushing as if she was the one who should be feeling flustered.

I mean, if looks could kill, I’d be fucking screwed.

I hadn’t meant to watch her to drift off after she said goodnight, my body just refused to follow suit, and so I was left with my thoughts. Which was great. It was a good thing that she fell asleep, I decided, Pope was right—I did get weird with girls. I also decided that I was right in thinking that I liked her. Honestly, I blamed this place for getting me to care about this privileged girl, like, why should I be bothered by the fact that she seemed had a mother that mistook her for the anti-Christ at times?

Or by the fact that she felt the need to apologize for it.

The only thing I should care about is the fact that I felt a need to protect this girl I barely knew, all because of a simple glimpse into what went on behind closed door. I should be more considered about that. Because that… well, I’m sure it can’t be good. We all have family shit, after all, I could probably relate to half the fucking town if I tried.

I guess I just didn’t need to try with her.  

I watched her shift in her sleep, her hand brushing against my pinky finger as a reminder that she was still there, and renewed the excitement between my legs. Fuck. I reached down to carelessly adjust myself, ignoring the fact that I quite obviously took a few more seconds than I should have to feel around. All it took was the palm of my hand, and I was thinking about her in graphic detail, picturing how she’d moan my name when she’d cum, how it would roll off her tongue and…

I replay the thought, something clicking in my subconscious and making me turn back to her, my eyes going wide when I realize that I wasn’t picturing it, but experiencing it firsthand.

She had cried out in her sleep.

I forget to breathe as I’m sitting up to watch her, not really knowing what else to do but listen to her quiet voice as it echos throughout the empty house, but stare at her flushed skin that glistened in the dark. I’m trying to tell myself that some weed could have anyone talking in their sleep when she says my name again, her collarbones sticking out as she twists closer, my hand carefully closing around hers as she places her palm right over mine.

Fuck, she was hot.

I almost curse when she wakes with a jolt, realizing the moment was over and she was back to her senses. Before I could think twice I’m going limp next to her, refusing to open my eyes when she whispered my name, making sure I had left our hands de-tangled before ‘falling back asleep.’

But she had still wanted me.

I felt her as she tossed and turned for a couple minutes, and part of me wonders if I should come clean, but curiosity kept me quiet. Curiosity had me needed to know how she really felt. Another minute, only this one was quieter, and I’m giving in to see it for myself. My mouth watered, and and I’m actually squeezing my eyes shut to try and see if I was sleeping as well—all too good to be true.

She was fucking touching herself.

I was still feeling the remnants of my high, and perhaps it was that which gave me the courage to open my eyes and watch. I watch her teeth sink into her knuckles, and before I can help it I risk it all by shifting to graze my hand along her thigh. Her pyjamas are as soft as I imagined to be, slipping between my fingers when I push them away to reveal her bare skin. How could I reach out and touch her? How…

She had noticed, my eyes shooting up to meet hers as she tries to comprehend what was going on. “I.. uh…” she tried again; “how long have you been awake?”

I don’t remove my hand, she didn’t push me away, looking so incredibly human in that moment as she stared at me without knowing what to say.

“I heard you say my name, thought it was important,” I told her, “turns out, it was.”

She shifted, and for a moment I’m thinking I’ve lost her as I see her try and pull herself together. “Lexi, don’t try to get away with this.”

“Get away with what?” She almost sounded innocent enough to be believable, smiling at whatever look I gave her as I tired to figure out what I’m meant to do. I could still hear Popes voice in my head, telling me to not screw things up; I could still hear her moaning my name.

I took my hand off her thigh, and watched her eyes flash with something that looked suspiciously like disappointment before she met my gaze, and she saw I wasn’t about to back down. I felt her body go slack as I took her hand, bringing her fingers to my mouth; “see,” I chuckled darkly, making a point to swallow, “you taste like fucking sex.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a good line or not, but it didn’t matter as it’s made her blush.

“It was just a dream,” she whispered, “and I couldn’t go back to sleep so I figured—”

“—You’d play with yourself?” Something vulgar in how she tries to avoid the simple truth, everything about the way she was looking at me making me want to kiss her.

“Like you haven’t. It was a very compelling dream.”

"Yea? And I was in it?"

She took her time with her response, “you were also very compelled,” she finally said, sounding weak in defeat, before adding: “it really is a shame that it was a dream.”

She wanted me.

“Who says we aren’t still dreaming?” I questioned softly. She wanted me.

Her eyes closed, I continued on; “I always imagined you’d be good at that sort of thing.”

It was true too, as there was something about her that made her seem… experienced. Not in a bad way, but in a compelling one. In the way that had her dating 26 year old drug dealers, and getting her tits pierced on a kitchen counter.  

Her eyes hardened, confirming my suspicion that she was good at this sort of thing. “Stuff like…”

I’m not sure if she went onto say anything else, as my mind had suddenly gone blank and her hand was trailing down my front, my body actually lurching forward as she went onto play with the band of my boxers with a coy smile.

Kissing her was like a instinct, though, I hadn’t expected myself to react so… affectionately.

She seemed as surprised as I was when I met her lips almost desperately, my fingers in her hair while I explored the corners of her cheeks with my tongue. She pulled me closer by the nape of my neck, my stomach tightening as she murmured something about how good it felt, and I’m happy to know I wasn’t the only one to note it. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”

It wasn’t enough for her, as her mouth is grazing my neck to get me to say more, sucking where the skin is sensitive, causing me to shiver. “The things I want to do to you,” I whispered thoughtlessly as I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate to not get too carried away.

“You make me so desperate to fuck you.”

She smiled at that last one, I could feel it on my skin as she kissed my neck. She pulled away, finding my lips with a quiet noise that sounded like an invitation, and my heart is pounding in my ears as I react by slipping my hand beneath her shorts.

Fuck, she was wet, and I was shaking, hoping to some higher power that she wouldn’t notice my dick practically leaking through my boxer and I rub until I find the bit of her that swells to my touch. Her legs wrap around my waist to pull me in closer as I draw circles into her, my mouth half open as I watch her moan. I hear my throat make a noise when I watched her eyes roll before I’m moving to kiss her, wondering why everything felt so right.

My teeth graze her neck, nipping just enough to get her to gasp as my hand interlocks with hers. I squeezed her hand, my thumb rubbing her knuckles as something new dawns in her eyes when I pull away to watch her. She sucks in, and she almost seemed… shocked? Gulping, she looks at me frantically; “fuck. Fuck, you’re going to make me—” she turned away, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as she seemed to stumble for a sense of composure, struggling with whether to give in or pull away.

I take her by her jaw and turn her to face me. “Look at me,” I murmur, my thumb brushing past her lips, my eyes desperate to not miss a second; “be a good girl and look at me when you cum.”

Not sure where that came from, going to be honest, but before I could embarrass myself I’m watching her go rigid beneath me, her muscles twitching as she’s arched into the touch, and giving in completely. I feel my thumb still rubbing into her, more as an afterthought as I make sure to go until she’s crying out and writhing against me. But all I could really focus on was her.

When I do stop, she takes a second to comprehend what had just happened, slowly closing her mouth to swallow in a way that makes me laugh breathlessly. I help her fix her hair, taking the time to brush my fingers along her lips, to kiss her temple and draw as little attention to the fact that my cock was aching in anticipation.

I think back to the car ride, when she had been in my lap and I had realized I was a few bumps away from cumming in my pants. “Talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t handle a bit of friction,” she had said, and so in that moment when she lifted her head to look me in the eye, that was what I repeated back to her.

She shook her head and laughed with me, careful in noticing how I lick my fingers clean without breaking my gaze. I almost make a comment about how good she tastes, but figured I might be pushing my luck when it came to blurting out my dirty thoughts. Still, she knew the comment was on the tip of my tongue, and when I moved to caress the side of her face, she moved to kiss my thumb, letting it slip into her mouth.

I hissed unexpectedly, leaning over her as I watched my thumb disappear into her mouth, pulling out to see her smile innocently and bat her eyes. “What? Is it passed your bedtime or something?”

I shifted back, kneeling with my weight on my ankles and bringing her up with me so that I could take her shirt off, revealing her tits and everything I’ve been imagining. I kiss her, careful not to stare as I knew I wanted to, still remembering the day she told me she had her nipples pierced and the image that first came to mind.

So I kissed her instead, and for a moment I forget we’re meant to just be hooking up as I find myself holding her when she leans into me for warmth, exploring each curve of her body with my hands. I twitched as she passed my abdomen. “Are you ticklish?”

She prodded at the spot that made me jerk away, making me chuckle at her amusement. “Fuck off.” I take her hands off of me and bind them together, making an effort to be somewhat compelling as I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her nipple. Fuck. Her fucking tits, and the gold jewelry that decorated them. My tongue twirls each one in my mouth as I nudge her onto her back, giving me a complete view of her body.

It makes me want to say something stupid, and so when she moved to cover herself I’m stopping her, and the words are tumbling out of my mouth. “I know this is really corny but I just have tell you once that you’re fucking gorgeous,” I muttered, kissing her before I could get a reaction.

But, she still gives one as I catch her blush. “Fuck you.”

It was sorta satisfying to see her flustered, and so I grin and finished removing our clothes.

“Jesus you’re…” I see where she’s looking, and suddenly felt confident in fucking the living shit out of her—to her great despair.

Our eyes locked, and the words die in her throat as she could tell what she’s done to my ego. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I said with a smirk.

She did mistake it for a gun.

“Not too gentle.”

I slid into her, and for a moment I think I’ve come undone right there, my body dissolving in the pleasure she gives with a silent gasp. “Fuck you’re tight,” I hummed, my voice low as I steady her hips and squeeze my eyes shut, listening to her moan as I find it in me to sink into her again.

So fucking warm, I thought to myself while my head rests in the crook of her neck, whispering words of encouragement into her ear. “That’s it,” I said, “take it like a good girl, princess.”

She seemed to like that one, I could tell by how she clutched me a little tighter and pulled herself into my chest.

"Holy shit JJ," she whimpered, compelling me to want more of her; all of her. So selfishly, my fingers bump against her clit, silently pleading for her to lean into the touch, wanting to feel her as she starts to clench around me, as she wraps her legs around my waist and urges me to go deeper.

She responded effortlessly, meeting each thrust with the flow of her body, and my hand is bringing her foot up to rest against my shoulder.

“Fuck. Fuck JJ.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. I watched her tits bounce as she clung to me, something primal bubbling to the surface as all I could think about is watching her cum, begging my body to hold off for a little longer, and wishing I wasn’t about to burst.

But, I basked in the fact that I was getting her off, and I hold on a little tighter in hopes it will edge her on, delighting in the sight of her helpless beneath me. She took it as a challenge.

Her hand reached out to suddenly grasp between my legs, my breath hitching as I felt her cup my balls and massage them with a determined look in her eye.

She knew what she was doing, and it was fucking intoxicating.

I gasped out as it just about willed me over the edge; “fuck Lex.” Lex. My Lex. I groan as I watch her cum agonizingly hard around my cock with her hand still pulling on my balls, drawing everything into the pit of my stomach. It has everything shattering around me, and I’m pulling out to spill onto her chest with a staggered lurch forward.

She could definitely feel me shaking now, just as I could feel her trembling limbs as we try to catch our breath in the others arms.

Once our breath stilled, we stay together, just for long enough for me to note how nice it felt to embrace her, and to comprehend what we’ve done. I hear her swallow, and I’m shifting so that I could meet her eye.  

It had me reach out to caress the side of her face before I could stop myself, pressing a kiss to her forehead when she doesn’t pull away, and watching her expression melt. I wondered if this meant I could stay the night.

I think of how it would feel as I reached for the box of tissues and my boxers, stumbling a bit as I stand too quick when I go to put them on. But, I figured the tissues were a good excuse to lie back down, watching as she notes how my arms still shook a bit as I awkwardly clean her front. In that moment I wished I wasn’t so flustered around her, as my face heats up when I catch her eyes traveling over my body, wondering if she could pick up on it as well.

But, she’s quick to remind me why I liked her, bringing me out of my own head.

"Do you... do you always fuck like that?" Her question stirred the silence that had filled the room, and my head is snapping to meet hers as she clearly regretted the words that had just left her mouth, and I remember that she’s real.  

It was then that I noticed how I was simply happy to be with her, which of course brought me to realize that I wasn’t getting the same feeling in the pit of my stomach that I always did when I’d hook up with a girl.

"I was going to ask you the same thing princess," I admitted, my voice a little shaky as I discarded the tissue and go back to studying her. Where was the dread, the icky feeling that scratched at my skin, telling me to run?

Maybe it got lost in her eyes, caught between trying to make sense of what colour they are or something. That feeling wasn’t there to tell me to go, and all I was left with was a sort of lightness I didn’t have before. Did she feel it too?

Why have neither of us spoken?

For some reason, our silence seemed rather comedic all of a sudden, and we found ourselves overcome with laughter before I could figure out why, a high giggle filling the room as neither of us could find the worlds to use. "I mean, shit," I laughed, "I really don't know what to say."

"Well... that was fun," she suggested, grinning as I mindlessly agree before watching her re-dress. I follow the curve of her spine as she twists into her pyjamas, and once again I think about touching her.

When she goes to lie down, I’m turning her to look at me, planting a kiss on her mouth before I could stop myself.

"What was that for?"

"In case I don't get to do it again," I told her.

She kissed me back.

I let myself lie down next to her, trying my best not to think about what this all means, definitely ignoring how I actually resented the thought of this being a one time thing.

Was this a one time thing?

It felt better when I’m closer to her, and so I shift into her, while she moved to tentatively place her head on my chest. I chuckled at how she burrowed closer, and she hummed in response.

"If John B has us up at 8AM, I'm killing him," she muttered before drifting off to sleep, while my hand lightly ran itself through her hair before, I too, closed my eyes.

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Anywhoo, 

Hope you enjoyed. This was mostly to get back into a better grove of writing, so excuse the many tense changes and whatnot. 

If you want to read the whole story then here are the links (warning: very messy, chaotic, and underdeveloped as I wrote it a while ago), it’s still a fun read and I almost appreciate the support. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33188524/chapters/82399279

https://www.wattpad.com/story/243790336-butterflies-obx-jj-fan-fiction

[rafescurtainbangz]

Rafe Cameron

P Links

+18

Minor DNI

I’ve never done one of these before. Hopefully it’s not awful 🩷✨

🖤 Frat!Rafe During Rush Week

🤍 After a Swim

🖤 Pussy Drunk

🤍 Making Rafe Cum in His Boxers as Punishment

🖤 Rafe Playing with his Girl

🤍 Rafe Getting You Ready

🖤 Rafe Teasing You Both

🤍 Riding Rafe on the Couch

🖤 Teasing Sub!Rafe Part 1

🤍 Teasing Sub!Rafe Part 2

🖤 Daddy

🤍 Mirror Sex

🖤 Back Shots

🤍 Tit Job

🖤 Taking Control from the Bottom

🤍 Study Break with BF Rafe

🖤 “Just Gonna Tease You” Accidental Slip

🤍 Just Take It

[simpforboys]

just… just sit here and hear me out.

rafe was so fucking close, his hands tied up on the bed post as you rode him.

his cock was hitting your cervix deliciously, making you almost forget the whole reason you came to tannyhill in the first place.

“you wanna cum, baby?” you asked, staring down at the dangerous man that fell apart like putty in your hands.

he nodded widely, his eyes pleading as he threw his head back.

“tell me you’ll give the cross back to us.”

your tone was harsh as you reached down to choke him, pleasure consuming his face as you were fucking him dumb.

he hadn’t had a good fuck in months, and the way you were so skillful and teasing drove rafe insane.

“y/n-“

“promise me and i’ll let you come.”

you stalled your hips, grinding low circles as your clit rubbed against his pelvis. he was so desperate for you, so pathetic.

you gripped his hair and forced him to look at you, his eyes showing signs of caution.

but he wasn’t thinking straight, too overcome by lust and pleasure.

“i promise-“ he choked out. you grinned, grinding your hips more.

you took your fingernails and dragged it along his chest, bright red scratches leaving your mark.

“promise what?” you hummed.

“i promise i’ll give the cross back.”

“good boy.”

and with that, he came inside of you. he whimpered out at the feeling of you milking him, eyes squeezed shut, unaware of the deal you just made.

[ashes-writing]

outer banks ● one girl two guys pt. 4 ● j. maybank + t. thornton

warnings

angst / hurt comfort / fluff. Complicated relationships, reader/you does not get along with Kiara Carrera at all, mentions of reader/you having a not so great home life, 🍃 and alcohol + confrontations, partying and potential violence between characters, eventual filth.

<- reader is female. vague descriptors including hair/clothes/body parts and personality traits, possibly a nickname or petname.

word count

4008 exactly. Welcome to part 4, babes. pt 3 is ( here ) for missing context.

y'all are gonna be so tiredt of this i s2g, but i'm having a blast. i've never played around with this type of scenario before.

summary

( continued from here, a few days later )

Two guys, one girl. There's no way this is gonna go painlessly, right? Who will you wind up with by the end of it all, Kook or Pogue? How much will you lose along the way?

taglist

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other links

masterlist ● jjs masterlist ● topper's masterlist ● about + rules

JJ spots you sitting in the sand,your knees drawn up and the wind blowing your hair. He pauses and takes a  deep breath. Does a quick look around as jealousy floods him at the thought he’s having about the way Topper Thornton is always lingering close by to you lately. A fat raindrop makes contact with his skin as he wanders over and flops down, sitting beside you wordlessly.

“Hey.” 

You jump a little because you were lost in your own mind and you didn’t hear or see JJ when he wandered up and sat down. You take a sip of the Dr. Pepper sitting next to you and shift your gaze from the choppy water over to JJ.

“Hey.” you finally respond.

JJ takes another deep breath. “I know you’re mad..” he starts. Goes quiet. Takes off his baseball cap and drags a hand through platinum colored hair. He glances over at you and then continues, “I know, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t say something. I was just kind of worried about you.”

You look up, raising the Dr.Pepper bottle to your lips. JJ shifts around the way he’s sitting as blue eyes catch on the way your mouth looks wrapped around the opening in the bottle. He coughs abruptly. You still haven’t said anything to him beyond the quiet Hey a few seconds ago. And his stomach is churning, it’s doing lazy flips inside him.

“See, here’s the thing.” you place the bottle back down in the sand next to you. “You really weren’t. I think you spent the whole time we talked prodding me about Topper and asking me to be nicer to Kie.. Or am I remembering wrong?”

“I asked how your mom was! You’re the one who told me everything was fine. I’m not a mind reader, ___.” he fumes, words dying away on his lips as soon as he looks at you and it sinks in just how much you're hurting lately. And he's angry with himself because it's mostly his fault.

“And you weren’t a jerk either. You’re changing, okay? It hurts.” you interrupt before you can stop yourself. 

“I’m not though.” JJ insists. "I've just been busy. There's been a lot going on, damn it."

Yeah, you think, a lot of stuff that you're shutting me out of when you normally wouldn't. 

Instead of saying it out loud, you shove the thought down. Go quiet for seconds that feel like hours to him as he's sitting there, taking a deep breath. Staring out at the water and trying like hell to keep from letting himself look like a bitch and start crying.

“You haven’t asked if I wanted to hang a single time since..” you raise a hand, rubbing the bridge of your nose. “I wish I’d never gotten high with you guys that night and acted like that. You’ve been distant and cold since. I was stupid.”

“No..” JJ protests, going quiet. Because you’re not wrong, it was awkward. It was awkward in the sense that he hadn't known what to do or how to respond when it happened. This didn’t mean he didn’t want you being affectionate towards him or that he didn’t like it or anything like that, it just felt.. Wrong at the time. And just having that thought feels so bad, it’s so hard for him to have. He doesn’t want it, it feels intrusive.

But then he thinks about watching the sun set with Kie the night before when you bailed on him at the last second. Fair enough, he’s aware that he bailed on you most of the summer. And he hasn’t been telling you anything that’s gone on, you freaked out when he went missing, only to have him return and not offer any sort of explanation.

He knows he’s one thousand percent in the wrong.

He knows he’s been a shitty best friend. He knows he’s pushing you further and further away but he doesn’t know how to stop it from happening.

“It’s not that, okay?” he’s looking at you, you’re looking at choppy water. You shrug. “It’s really not a big deal. If you’re out here to ask if I’m okay with you and Kie, I don’t care. It’s  your life, JJ.”

The whole time you’re saying it, you can feel your stomach churn. You can feel the bitterness in your mouth because you don’t mean a single word of what you’re saying to him. You want to be angry, you want to scream, to make a scene, to finally be brave enough to tell him what you’ve already tried and failed at showing him.

Most of all, you want this nagging feeling in your gut that you’re losing him to leave entirely. You want your sunshine boy back. The one who wants to be around. The one who doesn’t keep secrets or leave you out of things just because they might be a little ‘too dangerous’.

“You don’t..” JJ trails off. Tenses up slightly. “You don’t mean that. Just do it already. Get pissed. Do something, ___ because this isn’t like you, cupcake.”

“Maybe I’m tired, JJ. You can only fight the current so long before you drown. Maybe I’m just ready to drown.”

“That’s fucking morbid.” JJ mumbles. And he glances over at you, concern in baby blue eyes. Your ocean eyed boy and your heart is breaking when the thought comes because you knowit’s happening. You’re losing him. One day, maybe not long from now with the way things are going to hell in a hurry, you’ll see him in the street and you won’t even acknowledge. 

His next question makes you laugh to yourself quietly and turn to look at him with a brow raised when he asks, “You don’t.. Like you don’t wanna die or somethin..”

“What the hell? No. No, JJ, I don’t want to die. I’ve got too much spite in me for that?” you laugh softly. “It was a metaphor. Just a metaphor.” and you go quiet again. Digging your toes into cool, damp sand.

“If she really makes you happy, go for it.”

“I think she might.” JJ answers quietly. “Can’t you give her a chance? You guys used to be best friends.”

“Nope. That ship sailed. It sailed when her mom had to go butting in. She’s the reason I nearly had to go live with the old man over in Figure 8.. Or did you forget? And Kiara’s the one who put her up to calling in the first place.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I have a feeling.”

JJ grumbles quietly. In a sour mood now, he asks with a scowl, “Where’s your appendage today, huh? Over on Figure 8? Golfing? Whatever the fuck it is they do?”

You roll your eyes and shrug. “Topper comes and goes when he wants. It’s not like I’m his girl or something. He doesn’t own me and I don’t own him.”

JJ looks at you. “Are you trying to say something?”

“Nope.” but he knows damn well you are. He knows that sometimes he was possessive. A little bit too overprotective when it came to you. Because it caused clashes so many times over the course of your friendship.

It never bothered you before though. You told him once that you liked it. Then after certain things went down and he tried acting like everything was normal and it felt too weird to do.. He just kind of stopped.

He’s wondering if it bothers you.

“I’m sorry. I mean it. I’ll be around more, alright? You’re not going to lose me, ___. You’re stuck with me.” he chuckles as he looks at his hand. “Blood pact.”

You manage a weak laugh and you shrug. “Things have to change sometimes, JJ. It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re with Kiara now, you should enjoy that. Enjoy her.” but what you aren’t saying is that you won’t be around to bear witness because you refuse to subject yourself to it.. Or to her. Because you can’t stand her and you’re not going to pretend otherwise. It’s bad enough that you do it for the sake of a job that puts food on the table and occasionally, pays whatever bill your mom magically forgets.

“But you’re my best friend. And I care about you too.”

“I know, JJ. I know you do.”

“I haven’t acted like it lately.” JJ admits, dropping his shoulders slightly. You lean back, propping elbows in the sand. “It kind of goes two ways though, doesn’t it? I could’ve reached out sooner, I know where you live, it’s just..” you go quiet and shake your head. “Nothing. It’s dumb and I’m not gonna be like her.”

“What? Tell me, ___.”

“You’ve been busy a lot lately. With John B and Pope. And I didn’t want to bother you with the stupid bullshit that’s been going on? Because it’s not different  than it was or anything, so there wasn’t any need to bother you. I just.. You could’ve asked me to help too.”

“It was too  dangerous and you know it.”

“I’m not a child, JJ.” you rub the bridge of  your nose and laugh a little. “It kind of feels like you just wanted to leave me out. Because things got weird.”

JJ mulls it over. “Whatever you think.”

“I’m not wrong. Look,we’ve both been shit at the best friend thing lately. Not just you.”

“I could’ve come by.”

“You could’ve let me know you were alive when you took off and went missing too. I was worried sick. Then you come back and it’s like.. Nothing. Not a word.”

JJ stretches and leans back with you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you mumble, falling silent again.

“You’re not seriously into Topper…” he asks, going quiet. Staring at you expectantly. Waiting on an answer.

You shrug. “I don’t know, okay? He’s nice.”

JJ scoffs at this. “He’s an asshole. He jumped Pope.”

“I know. Why the hell do you think I’m not all over him? Because I’m not lying when I tell you that physically, the attraction is there. But then I think of all the shitty things they’ve done to us in the name of some stupid ages old feud.. And I dunno, okay?”

“So you’d fuck him?”

“You don’t want an answer to that, JJ.” “Actually, I do.”

You take a deep breath. “Probably. Doubt that’s what he wants though. Can we talk about anything else? I’m not asking you if you want to fuck Kie, am I?”

“Nope. But this is different. He’s one of them, cupcake. Kie isn’t.”

“But here’s the thing, JJ.. Technically, she’s as much one of them as Topper.”

“She’s not.”

“Whatever, JJ. I’m not fighting with you. If you want to fight, go find somebody else, okay? I’m tired.”

And there’s something about the way you say it that has him moving to sit closer. Slipping an arm around you and pulling you against him til you can smell the faint sweat and saltwater in his skin and hair. You know you need to pull away but you can’t because it hits you how bottled up you’ve kept everything and JJ’s just letting you rant and rave, an arm around you as he listens.

For a minute, it feels like nothing’s changed.

This all changes when Kie clears her throat. She gives you a slight glare as you pull away from JJ and wipe at your eyes while standing. “I’m going to go now, JJ. See you around.”

As soon as your gone, Kiara folds her arms and pouts up at JJ. “What the hell was that about? Did she say anything about why she’s so angry at me lately?”

“Not a word, babe.” JJ watches you walk away and Kiara notices. Sighing to herself. Upset because she’s starting to realize that sooner or later, she’ll either lose JJ to you or JJ won’t have his best friend anymore because you’ll move on. Distance  yourself from him. From all of them, probably.

And it really bothers her because she never meant to cause any of this. All she wanted to do was be with JJ.

“This isn’t your fault, Kie. She’s been like this all summer, okay?” JJ mutters, managing a smile, slipping an arm around her. “C’mon. Let’s go surf or something.”

But he catches sight of you as you disappear into the dive you like to play pool and darts in and he's wondering if any of what's happening is right. Is he making a big mistake? 

—

"Damn, girl."

You roll your eyes and just as the asshole reaches for a handful of your ass, a throat clears from behind you. 

"Hey, didn't anybody tell you to keep your hands to yourself?" Topper’s looking at the older man in disdain, arms folded over his chest.

"Top.." you start, but you're too tired to insist that this is strictly a you problem, after all you're the one who turned in forged papers to get a job working the bar in the first place. And something tells you if you were to point that out, he'd still do it.

And maybe deep down, you like it. It feels nice to let someone else handle something instead of doing what you normally do and just handle it yourself.

"This your man?"

"Well-" you start to say he's not but he speaks up in a hurry. "As far as you're concerned, yeah.. yeah I am."

The man scowls about Topper’s answer and Topper smirks, giving you an amused shrug as he walks away, disappearing into the crowd in the back.

You put it down to another chance encounter and you assume he's long gone but as you make your way through a crowd so thick you almost can't breathe, hands grab you by the hips and you're standing out in the alley behind the bar before you can even process. 

"Hey. Easy. It's just me." Topper could see you about to react like you would if a stranger grabbed you and he wants to calm you down. You let your head roll back and lean against the wall as you catch your breath.

 "It's a madhouse in there, huh? How are you even working here?" Topper asks, stepping up into you. He shields the flame to your lighter as you light your cigarette. You shrug. "I know people, lets leave it at that.. It's this or live without electricity for a while." you laugh quietly, "but I'm fucking exhausted."

You step away from him a little so the smoke doesn't smother him. 

"I figured you left." you speak up after a long pause. Topper watches as you thump your cigarette towards a puddle nearby and then he looks up, locks eyes with you. 

"I was going to. Then I remembered how many times a week Peterkin gets called down here. I didn't wanna leave you alone in this crap."

You exhale and it's shaky. Squeeze your eyes shut as you lean against the wall to rest a little. Your ass is numb from the amount of times some overgrown frat boy masquerading as a man has grabbed it tonight.

You hate this job already but you hate the prospect of asking anybody for anything even more, especially if that somebody happens to be the rich asshole who fathered -and totally fucked up at raising- your mom. 

"Are you okay,___?"

"I'll live." you let Topper pull you off the gravel where you'd sank down to sit on the ground. When he pulls you up it puts you pressed up against him and you melt into him even more. You're exhausted, you're dead on your feet and there's a whole hour left in your shift to go yet.

Topper tries to stop himself but he can't. An arm wraps around you. You don't even try to get distance between you. "You smell so good." it slips out before you can stop it and you want a hole to open up and suck you down. You don't dare look up at him, you can't. 

He chuckles. "Thanks." but what he manages to stop himself from saying back is that he's breathing in the sweet berry scent of your drugstore shampoo and it's soothing, it's the sweetest scent he's ever smelled and it's you. 

Someone hisses your name and you pout at the idea of pulling away and going back into the madhouse.

"I'll hang around.. take you home."

"Top.." you start to protest but you're too tired. And you know it'll be late when your serving shift ends and you'll be twice as dead on your feet than you are now by then. "Don't get in trouble because of me, please?"

Topper chuckles quietly. "I won’t. It's not a big deal."

"Okay. Alright. But if you wanna leave before then, it's okay." you insist. You don't want to make him think he's obligated and you definitely don't want to get too used to him.

You don't want to get too used to him because it'll only hurt in the long run. It always hurts. The thought has you flinching and he notices, studying you intently. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Totally." you make yourself smile at him and just hope that he believes it.

"You're sure?" he's stepped into you. When the guy who works the kitchen clears his throat Topper gives him a calm glare. "She'll be inside in a minute, man. Give her a fucking minute."

You raise up a little, a fist caught in the front of his designer polo. "I better get in there. Listen, if you wanna leave, it's okay, I get it."

As you disappear into the building, he leans against the brick wall and takes several ragged breaths, an attempt to pull himself together.

"Well..if the goal was to stop myself from getting too into her, that's gonna backfire." he muses to himself as he walks over to the door of the crowded bar and steps inside. Finds himself an empty booth in the back and then he waits.

As the end of your shift approaches, you find yourself stopping. Glancing around the bar. When you see no sign of Topper Thornton sitting at any of the tables in your station, you sigh and laugh at yourself, shaking your head.

By the time you’ve clocked out and you’re saying a quick goodbye and thanking the owner for letting you pick up a busy shift for tips, you’re pretty sure Topper’s been gone for a while. But the second you step out of the bar and pause beneath a streetlamp to light up a cigarette, you catch sight of him, leaned against the driver side of his Jeep.

Topper catches sight of you and starts to make his way over, coming to a stop in front of you. “Hey.”

“Hey.” you’re laughing quietly. “You didn’t have to stick around and wait.”

“I told you I was going to.”

You shrug. You almost argue that what he’s doing, consistently promising things and actually holding true, it’s not something you’re that accustomed to. But you don’t. Instead, you smile and nod. “I’m glad this is a one night a week gig. If I did this every night, I’d probably die.”

“Tired, huh?”

“Exhausted, man.” you answer, exhaling deep. “You’re sure you won’t be in deep shit for waiting? I.. I don’t want to be any trouble or anything, okay?”

“For the last time, ___. I told you I was going to. It’s not any trouble, alright?” Topper insists, studying you for a few seconds. He steps up into you and a hand lingers at your hip. Your breath hangs in your throat and you try to remind yourself that if anything, this is a summer fling at best. That he’s a Kook and you’re just a girl from the wrong side of the island. That he’s probably bored, he’s probably just looking for something to salvage what’s left of his summer.

Or maybe the girls over in Figure 8 really are all that boring, stupid and toxic. All you really have to judge by are Kiara and Sarah Cameron, who you barely know and are intent on keeping it that way. So, maybe they’re all just snakes.

“What’s that look for, ___?” Topper asks as the two of you make your way back across a gravel parking lot to where he’s parked his idling Jeep. He opens the door for you on the passenger side and you climb in. He leans in across you, pulling the seatbelt over you and fastening it. And as he straightens, there’s this second or two where you’re nose to nose and you’re lost in the multi-hued depths of his eyes with the scent of whatever designer cologne he wears that smells yummy enough to eat. He bites his lip and you try to  swallow down a lump in your throat. You remind yourself again that he’s a Kook and you’re not.. And if he’s anything like your Pogue friends, that loyalty is stronger than anything else.

The overhead light bathes your face in a dim glow and Topper’s staring. Hard. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself and as soon as he realizes what he was just about to do, he raises a hand and smoothes some hair out of your face to tuck behind your ear gently instead. “What’s on your mind?” he questions, because you’ve yet to answer his question. “Something was funny, you looked like you wanted to laugh.”

You swallow hard again and shrug. “Nothing. Maybe I’m just surprised you were actually still hanging around.”

When you say it, he chuckles quietly. And on the inside, he feels just a little angered and annoyed by everybody who has ever told you one thing and done the opposite. But it’s something he identifies a little too heavy with himself, especially Sarah, he thinks to himself, I would’ve done anything for her, she couldn’t love me and I doubt she even tried. 

“I told you I would. I meant it.”  Topper answers quietly and you nod. Raising a hand to fluff the front of his hair. “Yeah. You did.” you answer, going quiet. He closes your door and makes his way around to the driver side of the Jeep, getting in. And the drive back to your house is quiet. The silence is a little heavy, you notice but you keep the observation to yourself. 

As you pull to a stop in front of your mother’s house, you take a deep breath. “This is me, I guess.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the um.. The lift.” you smile as you say it, lingering in the passenger door of his Jeep after you open it. “Be careful going home, yeah?”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

You’re starting to walk towards your house when he calls your name. You turn around, a hand caught in your hair. Waiting.

“So I’m surfing tomorrow. If you want to come with me..”

“The boneyard?” you ask. Topper nods. “Yeah. That’s where Kelce and I usually go.”

You think it over. Glancing at the darkened windows in JJ’s house across the street. Remembering the conversation that you had with JJ earlier.

Knowing damn well that despite his promise, he’s going to spend the rest of the summer wrapped up in treasure hunts and his pretty new girlfriend. And maybe you find yourself wondering what the harm might be..

After all, it’s not like anything will happen between you and Topper, right? Because you have this iron clad vision in your mind of the exact type of girl Topper Thornton typically dates  and probably sleeps with.

And you frown as you remind yourself that you’re not that girl. At all.

You laugh softly. “Yeah! I’ll be there. I mean, I can’t surf or anything, but I’ll watch.”

Topper grins. “See you tomorrow then.”

You give him a thumbs up and he waits until you’ve disappeared into your house before he drives away.

[maybanccs]

y’all what is up with the dads on OBX

Ward- crazy fucker who tried to kill his daughter

Big John- obsessed with treasure and treated John B like shit

Mike- calling children trash and not helping them when they become basically orphans (JJ & Sarah) / having his daughter kidnapped and sent to a facility where they medicate girls and boys.

Luke: do I need to explain? FILTH.

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WIP Game

Thanks for the tag, @passionatewrites! These games always read me for filth but I love them. 😂 If nothing else, it proves that every time I make a post or ramble in tags and my author's notes about "having a wip that..." I'm not full of shit and the wip actually does exist 😂💯

Rules: share your unpublished WIPs. No updates to ongoing fics, just new shenanigans :)

I'm doing multichaps and only a couple of my one-shots because if I did all of my one-shots this post would be way too fucking long lmao

Please feel free to send me asks about any of these! Snippets, questions, lore, whatever you want! I'm always more than happy to talk wips!

Multichaps:

They Were Roommates (Nestor x OFC, Angel x OFC): Based off a request that someone sent in literal years ago at this point but I've been trying to pull it all together ever since. Nestor starts seeing a girl who is new to town, but what he doesn't know is that her roommate is dating one of the people he dislikes most in the world: Angel Reyes

Untitled Gilly/Tasha Fic (Gilly x OFC): When life with her family in Northern Cali starts to fray at the seams and get messier than she can handle, Tasha packs a bag, gets in her car, and drives to the one person she knows will take her in no matter what: her Uncle Bishop. What was just supposed to be a couple weeks-stay to cool off suddenly becomes much more complex when she meets the men from the MC.

Bloodline OBX Crossover (Gen Fic): After finally managing to get back to the mainland from Poguelandia, JJ brings all of his friends to the only person that he has left anymore, and truly he doesn't even know if the man is still going to know who he is. Lucky for JJ and the Pogues, Danny Rayburn never forgets anyone.

Bad Ideas (Canche x OFC): Bad blood between charters and the aftermath of the shoot-out at the clubhouse means hell for the MC> None of that is really on Lia Reyes's radar when she stops by to check in on her brothers who have gone radio silent. In the midst of all the drama, the last thing she expects is to strike something up with the one person that her brother can't stand, and who can't stand her brothers. It all becomes a waiting game to see how long it takes for her last name to come into play.

Untitled The Bear Fic (Marcus x OFC, Carmy & OFC): Carmy finally broke down and started going to Al-Anon meetings, not expecting to actually get anything out of them, certainly not expecting to make his approximation of a friend. Lucky for him, Ray hasn't ever stopped herself on someone else's account. When bad luck and family troubles bring her to The Beef, she finds Carmy and a whole lot more.

Your Mess (Nacho x F!Reader): Being new to town meant that you had no idea what you were really getting yourself into when you met Nacho and extended an invitation to him. He knew, though. It wasn't long until you both realized why you should've taken the first 'no' he gave you and ran.

For Everything (Happy Lowman x OFC): Everything about the Teller family spells out bad luck, but it doesn't stop Happy from falling into bed with one of them. However, before the curse of the Teller family can catch up to them, ghosts from Happy's past rear their ugly heads first.

Brick by Brick (Opie x OFC): In the aftermath of getting out of prison and finding that his entire family had taken off while he was still behind bars, Opie tries to put the pieces of his life back together again. Despite his better judgment, he allows someone close to help with it all.

There and Back (Nestor x Erin): They only got along because proximity didn't allow otherwise when they were teenagers, but as time went on and everything in life got more complicated, their feelings did too. Both of them promised not to be the type to fall hard and fast, but Erin was the only one who kept her word no matter how many years went by.

Coming to Terms (Rafe x OFC): Despite all the fight that he put up about it, Rafe finds himself drying out and thrown into more therapy sessions than he can keep track of in some rehab center on the mainland. He was determined to fake and lie his way out until he met someone who frustratingly calls him on his shit at every possible turn.

Boxing AU (EZ x OFC): Fresh out of prison and looking for something extra to keep him from going back inside, EZ finds himself walking through the doors of one of the most old-school boxing gyms in Santo Padre. He's expecting a ring, some sparring, a coach who gives him more grief than necessary. What he doesn't expect is the woman who meets him at the door and flips his entire world upside-down.

Against All Odds (Juice x OFC): Juice knows better than to think that getting involved with Jax's younger sister is a good idea. He knows it's not. But as time goes on and tensions start to thicken, it's not enough to stop him. What he wasn't ready for, though, was realizing that their relationship was the least of their problems.

Pieces Into Place (EZ x OFC): College AU. From Stanford all the way to Harvard, EZ has been one-track minded. Always focusing on school and the next step beyond it. When someone comes in and pulls his focus from that, it's a breath of fresh air, at first. But the familiarity of it comes at a cost that EZ isn't ready to pay, and has him putting up walls before he can stop himself.

Tragic (Angel x OFC): EZ going to prison caught everyone off-guard Nothing made sense to Angel, or their childhood best friend. Both of them lost with no one else to turn to, they turn to each other in an attempt to figure it all out.

Figuring It Out (Happy & OFC): Happy showed up to the tattoo shop looking for one particular person to give him one particular tattoo. When that person wasn't there, though, he settled for the young woman who was at the shop. One smiley face later Happy realized he had no say in the matter of having her in his life from then on out.

From The Start (Opie x OFC): Falling for his best friend's little sister hadn't been part of the gameplan, but it was too late to go back on it now. The problem was, that for as good as it all sounded in his head, the reality of who he was dealing with was far harsher than Opie bargained for.

How We Got Here (Coco x OFC): Despite not knowing her his whole life, Coco couldn't remember a time before Daniela Reyes. Pain was what brought the two of them together, but it was also what drove the two of them apart. Coco clung desperately to everything that happened in between, hoping to mend those fences one panel at a time.

Untitled Juice Fic (Juice x OFC): Desperate to get out from under the thumb of the club for a night, Juice finds himself in a bar just outside of town, getting far drunker than he should. The bartender who could have and should have tossed him right out onto the street extended a little kindness instead, unknowingly creating an entire web of secrets for the two of them.

Love Triangle (Carrillo x Reader, Javi x Reader): You hadn't known Javi as long or as well as you'd known Carrillo. You certainly didn't expect that to change as things with you and Carrillo got more serious. However, as things start to disintegrate between you and the Colonel, you start to wonder if there's more to Javi offering you a shoulder to lean on.

Chaos at the Lakehouse (Gen SOA & OC's Fic): Years after everyone had grown up and moved away, the entire crew that had once called Charming its home base all decide to get together again. Everyone is grown with their own families now, and life looks different for everyone, but in a lot of ways they all pick up right where they left off.

One-Shots:

Beautiful Stranger (Bucky x Natasha): After losing Steve, and losing just about everything else, Bucky and Natasha both take off separately, desperate to start over in different corners of the world as people with a little less pain to carry around with them. However, after a lot of time and a lot of moves, they somehow end up on opposite sides of the same bar together and realize that maybe they just aren't supposed to be staying away from each other.

Lovers to Enemies (Carrillo x F!Reader): Things that seem to good to be true, usually are. If anyone was well-acquainted with that fact it was Carrillo. And yet, when you came traipsing into his life, he couldn't help but to hope that he was wrong. But. He wasn't.

Better Than That (Coco x F!Reader): In the aftermath of a messy breakup between you and Angel, you find yourself growing closer to one of the last people you expected.

Like I said before, if any of these make you go 👀 then feel more than free to send me an ask about it! I'm more than happy to gush about them all! 💖

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#5

A Deal With the Devil

TW: Violence, language, smut, drug use, blood due to virginity loss. PURE FILTH ;) 

SUMMARY: Every Kook party was the same. Trust fund kids taking out their ‘frustrations’ via drugs too strong and alcohol too sweet, all while comparing their latest purchases, golf scores, and recent fucks. But this had been the first time you arrived with a purpose...And that ‘purpose’ stood a few feet over six inches with his expected polo and daddy’s money rolled into a tube to use as a vestibule for consumption. 

Rafe Cameron...

WORD COUNT: 4,000

The Deal With the Devil

“Two fifty a line...” He spoke to you, not even bothering to look up at you for even a second as he fingered the string of cash given to him as payment. Meanwhile, your eyes came to the collection of white powder that seemed so innocuous in comparison to the warnings around it-much like its host. You knew its effect, you knew it was reckless, irresponsible, and plain stupid. But you came here tonight to indulge. 

Bowing forward, rolled Grant between your petite yet perfectly polished pinch, you followed suit to the same kooks who were always present at these parties. Inhaling the bitter burn of the stimulant, a rush of adrenaline from the regret of what was to come left you temporarily breathless as you corrected yourself. Yet any side effect expected of what you had consumed paled in comparison to the blue eyes having now fixated on you. 

“Well THAT was about three...” He explained, holding out his palm. The display of his long fingers forced your neglected satisfaction to conjure the most illicit of visions by his hand alone. 

“I...I only have a fifty...” You confessed sheepishly, removing the bill from your pocket as everyone around the table suddenly drew quiet. It was almost as if you had insulted him, which you would have believed, if not for the way a smile crept over his full lips. Yet his lack of response left you desperate for an apology he didn’t exactly deserve. 

“Maybe we can do an I-owe-you?” You offered, your tone peaking in hope as he scoffed before lifting his right arm. Set along his forearm, offering an unintentional flex that was purely natural from his toned physique, showcased a burn mark extending on his otherwise sun-kissed skin. 

“Nah...I don’t DO favors anymore...” He began to shake his head, leaving you fearful of what it meant to be on the receiving end of his disapproval. But the way your confidence became grated into silent fear; the furrow of your brows draining your features into worry as your bottom lip became captive between your teeth, his focus would lift to you. You were unaware that the way you appeared, needy and desperate, had been enough to quell something eager within him. 

“Maybe there IS another way you could offer payment...” He intrigued you as your eyes illuminated with wonder before feeling his eyes suddenly lower the extent of your curves. It had been the first time tonight that his attention came to the efforts put into your appearance. But you didn’t know if you should revel in this newfound focus from the kook prince himself or be terrified in it. 

“I don’t have...” You moved to object, unaware of what he was in reference to exactly, before he was suddenly close enough to you to ensure nobody else could hear the words he spoke dominantly to you. 

“You have a choice here, sweetheart. Either you get me the rest of my money by the end of the night...Or you give the rest of your night to me.” You knew it was immoral, cheap even. And yet, a part of you didn’t care. You adored the way his eyes seemed to devour you, lips parting in anticipation that curved into a smirk when he realized he held your attention. It was only then that you managed to regain some sense of confidence as you leaned slightly into him. 

“You want to...collect your payment out here?” He was amused by your bold reaction as he motioned to Topper, a blonde pretty boy half high and a quarter drunk. 

“Sort the rest of this out, yeah?” Before you could object, your wrist was pulled to follow his quick steps, each time your soles collided with the smooth wood supporting you, your nerves inflated with uncertainty. You knew the rumors of the eldest Cameron were intense, a reputation of a good but swift fuck that left those he took to his bed with souvenirs of his dominance and possessiveness. But you couldn’t lie to yourself how it excited you to be on the receiving end of this. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned as he closed the door to the bedroom, turning to find you playing with the zipper of your dress. 

“You want me to keep it on?” You questioned, confused and slightly curious about such a question. Most guys would already be halfway to their release to see any girl willing to get naked. But not Rafe. Not with you. You immediately worried he wasn’t attracted to you before finding those usually light irises darkening to you and leaving your insecurities silenced. 

“I want to savor this debt. Two fifty is more than just a quick fuck.” You fought the smirk from spreading your content lips into development as he began to run his forefinger across his bottom lip while cementing his feet in front of you. 

“But I want to know...How many other people have you been with?” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Once again, you knew most guys wouldn’t care as long as they got the same release that you would have given others. Because of this and the slight irritation of your arousal fading from the interrogation and hesitancy, your response came out almost in a scoff. 

“You want to talk?” He answered in objection, stepping forward to you as if willing to swipe across your cheek for speaking against him. Yet he didn’t do anything but use those intimidating eyes to silence you and make you regret questioning him. 

“I want to know if I’m dealing with a slut or a goodie-two-shoes-” Your eyes narrowed to his choice of words. 

“I’m not a slut.” The usual insult would have enraged you if it had come from the lips of anyone else. But there was something about the way he spoke it that exhilarated you. And yet, you didn’t want him to know that. At least not yet.

“I know I’M clean...I just want to know-”

“Two.” You lied, wanting to stop the conversation and get to the distraction of his touch as this was becoming too intense to stomach. His close proximity and abundance of his cologne leaving you dizzy, you wanted his touch. You needed it. It’s why you were here...

“Well baby girl...” His fingers began to pull the edges of his shirt upwards until revealing his torso to your gluttonous view. You were shameless in appreciating the way his body was well sculpted in details that made him defined but not too bulked-perfect and even better than you had imagined. 

“Those two other dicks will pale in comparison to what I’m going to do to you...” You repressed the moan from leaving your lips as he returned closer to you, well aware of how just him moving in your direction had you dripping for him. 

“But...I’m going to take my sweet time...making you work for every cent...Can’t forget about interest...” He teased, that arrogant smirk occupying his clean shaven bone structure, as he moved to a chair set across the space that was suddenly too small. 

“Knees.” The simple direction spoke with the tone somehow both sweet and sultry, had you moving to obey. Dropping to the level of his waist, you were drowning in your own arousal to the way he looked at you with such darkness behind such pretty features. The mischievous smile spread across his face only fueled your ambition as you pulled apart his ensemble while he prepared your hair into a makeshift ponytail. In a way that was almost painful, his grip tightened, teetering that line between dominant and dangerous. 

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633 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

A Hole in One

A Hole in One

TW: Smut, as always. Slight potential exhibitionism. Daddy kink. Derogatory language. Rough sex.

Summary: Bored as you are dragged to one of Rafe's golf days, you decide to make things a bit more interesting...

Kook girlfriend x kook prince

"Baby, why are you pouting?" Rafe sighed, half amused as he usually preferred your lips puckered for him. But in this instance, with your arms crossed over your full breasts concealed beneath your tight crop, his interest came in the way your body tightened. He always made it obvious how he craved to devour you, even more so when you had an attitude against him. This was because he knew how easily your mood would change just by his touch alone and he basked in the power behind it.

"We were supposed to go shopping..." You detested everything about the consolation activity. It was too quiet, too hot, and you were always berated for asking questions whenever you did try to act as if you cared to please your boyfriend.

"Just one hour...and then after that, I'll buy you something real pretty..." He leaned across the console of the car separating you. When you first started dating, these small moments would force you to aquiesce as you didn't want to upset him. But now, you learned that rivaling him only enticed him more. So by the response of only your eyes pulling backwards into a roll, you pushed the door open and made your way onto the exterior of the golf course.

Sitting in the golf cart for the majority of the first half, fanning yourself, you realized how futile this was. Of course they would pick the hottest day of the summer to hit balls into holes-you just couldn't understsnd it. There were a million other things you'd rather do. A root canal. The DMV. But the most enticing thing had been Rafe, who was mouthwatering in his backwards cap, tight shorts, and gray top buttoned at the top with the exception of those exposing hints of his toned chest to you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of you eye fucking him across the green.

Carrying your soles to the small cart used for servicing members of the club, you ordered a water and an ice cream cone before returing to your seat. Peeling the package and licking your lips in anticipation to the vanilla sweet, you nearly seduced the cone, even relasing an unintentional moan, until your eyes found all three boys now looking up at you. But where Topper and Kelce were somewhere between aroused and humored, Rafe was pissed.

Rafe was the type of boyfriend who wanted to parade you around at every party, his hands never leaving your body for too long. But when it came to moans he believed only he deserved to know the sound of or even the sight of your skin he knew had been touched solely by him, he wanted all of that for himself. Which was why when you pulled your thumb to your bottom lip to withdraw the rebellious ice cream from staining your chin in its sticky makeup, an epiphany entertained your boredom.

You offered a smile so the boys would return to their game, allowing a moment to pass, before optioning for a way to gain your boyfriend's attention. Usually, you never had to fight for it, but when it came to golf, Rate was precise. You usually didn't mind because you got to treasure him prior to his games, the cute ensembles crumpled between your fingers as he gave insights to how your patience would be rewarded just before he left you to fantasize of the ways you would return your fervor for his return. But now, having been lured here under false pretenses, well over the hour agreed upon, you wanted to ensure he knew his mistake. After all, how did he expect you to entertain yourself with nothing more than a golfcart and the heat?

Pulling your crop top down just enough, you used the condensation of the water bottle to cool your temperate skin. Feigning closing your eyes, you allowed your head to rest in the expected padding of the chair behind you before notcing the three pairs of eyes on you again.

"Top!" Rafe ordered through clenched teeth as you ked the water between your thighs. From the outside glance, it seemed as though you were simply cooling yourself off. But to Rafe, he knew you too well to know this was anything but an instigation.

With the shock of ice cold water to your skin, the sudden heat of his grip sent you stumbling off of the cart and onto his feet by the main dependency of his hold.

"Are you not going to be happy until I fuck you in front of them?" His jaw tense but his eyes desperate for your rebellion, you only chuckled.

"You wouldn't dare leave a game-".

"Fuck the game-" He retorted, moving closer to you as you took this as a chance to fondle the buttons keeping his loose shirt away from the muscles contracting beneath. You had left claw marks every interaction upon the skin concealed beneath this chosen button up, and yet craved it each time as if it had been the first sight.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" You questioned, eyeing him beneath your long lashes, batting them just as you would if in preparation of a blow job, the way you knew he loved to be adorned.

"Will that make you behave?" He asked through a continued clench of his teeth, although reveling in the games you two played.

"Probaably not...But you could try..." His eyes sharpened into an amused narrow as he cocked his jaw.

"So I make you cum and you you'll let me make par?" The illumination behind your eyes electrified his own steely gaze as you felt his forefinger bend beneath your chin to draw your attention exclusively to him.

Another idea suddenly crossed your mind, this one far more alluring then making yourself cold against the art of seduction.

"You think too highly of your skills..." You slipped from before him, traveling the remaining meters to his friends while hearing him mutter 'brat' in the final moments you remained in earshot.

"Can I try?" You asked, hands pulled in unison behind your back and chest pushed forward to achieve their undivided attention as Rafe remained at the golf cart, hat removed in his hands and folding its bill as if purposely trying to reshape it.

"Just one swing?" You pleaded, your tone rising in the particular way he knew well just at the cusp of your orgasm. The way your usual boisterous confidence fell to dependency in that whimper of a release, one you knew effected him well, was now spoken to someone who was not him.

"Here..." Topper offered, any excuse to make the moment end as quickly as possible having pushed him to volunteer.

The cold metal of the club was heavy between your fingers as you purposely fumbled your stance as you knew the only thing to drive Rafe into annoyance beyond repair would be the delay of how you acted brainless. This usually got you a reward when you were behind closed doors as if the only brain cells you had existed to pleasure him. But this was something you knew you would pay for later. The skin of your nearly exposed ass twitching in a premature ache of what was to come.

"You want to follow through on your swing. Carry your hips towards the hole-the flag-" He quickly fumbled as you giggled, Rafe now standing beside Kelce, who was enjoying the rivalry to who usually remained from getting such a rise out if Rafe. You knew him well to know if you were anyone else, you'd be abandoned or ridiculed. But this was how you operated. Games and tension all for reward and benefit coming imminently. You acted the brat and he corrected you in the only way he knew how-cuming.

"Can you show me?" You batted your lashes to Topper, who quickly looked to Rafe for permission. When only finding a hard line and white knuckles wrapped around his club, he nervously agreed as lining you up to swing.

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732 notes - Posted August 24, 2022

#3

Best Friend's Girl

Best Friend's Girl

TW: Smut, cheating, language. Fluffy also intense first time sex with vulgarity of quelling and praise kink ;)

Word Count: 2100

You had been dating Topper this last summer. In contrast to your past, he was everything a good girl like you deserved. He pulled open car doors and convinced your parents he adored you, which he did, all while making you question if they preferred him over you. He even brought you a flower every week to commemorate those you were together as boyfriend and girlfriend. 

But being entangled in the handsome Thornton also meant you were subjected to those within his life. Among them was his mother, who was perpetually over eager to correct you. And then there were his friends. Kelce was easygoing, if not a bit of a negligent guy who followed more behind his friends than leading any life of his own. But then there was Rafe…

The eldest Cameron sibling was six foot two, blue eyed, and got under your skin like nobody else could or ever would again. This was because he tormented you with silence.

It began the night you met with scoffs and comments to others in regards to how you were too 'pure' and ‘boring’ for Topper. But just as you knew Rafe's reputation for being gluttonous in everything from drugs to girls, he knew yours for your chastity, grace, and polite quietude unless spoken to or otherwise provoked.

Which he did.

Constantly.

But the moments became more direct towards the end of the summer. This came in the form of his eyes following you shamelessly around as you dressed scantily in a bikini, hung over your boyfriend with the intent to annoy him, to even something as innocuous as reaching popcorn on the top shelf, only to turn and see his eyes raise, which exposed him for having been shamelessly staring at your ass. And the most aggravating detail was brazen in his smirk in knowing he had been caught.

"I've been thinking-"

You quickly gasped, raising your hand to your chest as if simulating a heart attack.

"Must be a strange feeling for you..." You teased, carrying your bare feet across the cold tile before coming to the cabinet harboring the bowls. Pulling one down, you felt a collision in the form of his frame.

"Rafe-" You spoke in frustration before watching him pin one arm on either side of you until you were at his will.

"You think you're cute, don't you? Think you can say whatever you want and get away with it?" He slowly shook his head in disapproval.

"Top needs to keep you in check. MY girl wouldn't get away with the shit you do-"

You scoffed at his misogynistic and anti-feministic response as he continued.

"If you walked around in front of MY friends with your poor excuse of a swimsuit, I'd rip it off of you with my teeth, bend you over the closest surface, and make you cum  over it so you thought of what I'd do the next time you tried to dress like that-" Your lips parted to object, but his words emerged swifter than anything you could accumulate.

"Or...I'd leave handprints on your ass so everyone knew you could be looked at..." His hand collected your chin, surprising you with his kindness, as he leaned closer.

"But only I could touch you-" You became lost in his eyes for a moment, your body betraying you against the way their cool blue irises left a false sense of security compared to his words. You knew if you allowed his words to be made a reality, even for a minute, that you would loathe yourself beyond what you could handle. 

But that was the final reason you hated Rafe....because of just how badly you actually desired him.

"Trouble finding it babe?" Topper called from the living room as this prompted enough of a reality check to push Rafe off of you. But you fumbled to pour the contents of the pre popped kennels into the bowl, clearly affected by his words, as he chuckled at you.

"No-I-I've got it-" You offered an answer back, pushing beyond your flustered body while feeling him watch you in amusement.

"Shit...He REALLY needs to do right by you-" Your eyes rose to him in a glare.

"He is!" You spoke in annoyance, mostly originating from his effect on you.

"No, sweetheart...because if he was REALLY taking care of you..." He moved back towards you, eyes sharpening, smirk widening, and breath temporarily stilled before speaking. "Then you wouldn't be so damn tense. He'd have you so damn satisfied, you'd feel high..."

"I'm-" Before you could iterate how Topper was everything Rafe wasn't, the reasons waiting on a list at the tip of your tongue, his hand was on your hip.

"Please." Your plea was weak, defining the detail behind it to act as consent as you did precious little to convince him otherwise.

"One finger-" The rush of his bare finger to your equally naked pussy sent your expression to lift in disbelief. Not only had Topper never touched you, nobody had-at least not like Rafe was now.

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803 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

#2

The Dare

TW: Masturbation, smut, language, angst.

SUMMARY: A dare during a sleepover leads you to learn just how badly Rafe wants you…

WORD COUNT:

The Dare

“You can’t be serious…” The words left your lips behind a heavy scoff that led Sarah and Kiara’s eyes to connect in silent confirmation before looking back to you with shared agreement. 

“It’s only fair with the picture you made me send to Topper-” Sarah explained. 

“AND the text you had me send to John B-” Kiara added, “I’m just glad he didn’t answer…” She muttered, half relieved and half disappointed. 

“This is different! You’re dating Top! And Kie and John B just have to get a bit of a push-Technically I did you favors-” You tried to convince your supposed friends to alter their minds, but found the expressions of pride and amusement spread across their faces to inform you that this would be futile. 

“Consider this karma…” Kie lifted her drink as if to cheers to her own words before finishing the contents of her makeshift cocktail, courtesy of stolen liquor from Tannyhill’s kitchen under the allowance of a lack of parental supervision. 

“Besides…I remember a time when you LIKED Rafe-” Kie’s eyes flashed in surprise as this was a detail she couldn’t have possibly have known as her and Sarah had only been friends for a few months but appeared as close as sisters, a friendship recently sweetened by the reconnection you made with the middle Cameron after drifting apart following Junior year. 

“I did not!” You lied, your cheeks betraying your attempts to convince them otherwise. In truth, Rafe Cameron always had your thighs pressing together with the way his voice said your name and his full lips pulled to a grin when he noticed your eyes making note of him. 

“It’s only fair…” Kie teased as you now shot up to your feet in objection. 

“I don’t want to play anymore-”

“Oh come on…” Sarah whined, “You don’t get to get out of it so easily…Not after we followed through on OUR dares…”

“Then I change mine to truth-” You spoke quickly, not caring to hide the pout from your lips. 

“Didn’t realize we were playing with Wheezie-” Sarah taunted in reference to a version of ‘truth or dare’ with her sister where the latter was excluded. 

“If you don’t do this, I am ABSOLUTELY telling Rafe that you used to have a thing for him.” Kie interjected as you scowled at her. 

“Is it REALLY worth him holding that over your head over just stealing his phone?” Sarah added, the peer pressure making you anxious. 

“Why do you even want it? I mean…what if he’s using it or something…” You continued to try and convince them of an alternative torment, but they were too convinced of their aforementioned decision. 

“The fact he hasn’t been down her ‘perving’ on you or Kie in the last hour tells me he’s definitely asleep. And I have my own reasons for wanting it…so…” Sarah and Kie stared at you with growing excitement to see you squirm behind a series of grunts and groans. 

“Five minutes and an impromptu 007 mission or a lifetime of Rafe knowing you used to have a thing for him…Every time you come over having to hear him tell Topper and Kelce how you missed your chance with him…Every dinner him finding an excuse to remind you-” Your mind darted at the thought of him teasing you with this, a detail you couldn’t fathom having to live through as you could barely handle the touchless banter you shared now. 

“Okay!” But this is blackmail-'' You glared before reluctantly crossing into the corridor responsible for holding the ascension of the staircase leading to the bedrooms. The second your hand wrapped around the railing, you considered returning to them to say you couldn’t find it or he was awake. But an even larger portion of you was desperate to have an excuse to be close to him. He made this a necessity by the way he greeted you with his usual teasing and his eyes kept on you until he climbed those very stairs a few hours prior. It was maddening-but also enough to commit to this action. 

By the time you reached the top of the steps, having turned back when hearing Kie and Sarah chuckle at your expense, you were now a mess of tremors and anxiety. It would only take approximately ten steps before you’d reach his door and you were horrified on how you would go about it. 

What if he wasn’t asleep? What would you say that would make your presence believable at two in the morning?

“Three minutes-” Sarah called as if to remind you of your mission as you turned back to shush her, ultimately deciding that the lesser of two evils would have to work as being appealing enough to convince you forward. Pressing your ear to his door, you weren’t able to hear anything close to a conscious Rafe, who was usually in motion one way or another. Validated enough for your entry, you twisted the knob slowly before finding a dark room set before you, relief relaxing your nerves for a time as you realized he had been asleep. 

You were thankful for the darkness for many reasons, but mostly for it making it impossible to appreciate his figure which had beckoned you since he had begun to take care of himself in the last few years. But the thought of this gratefulness left you to think of the muscles in question; specifically how they would collect you in passion and pull you around as he saw fit. But with this existing only as a fantasy, you were able to return your focus rather quickly to your task. 

A deep groan stilled you as the springs from the bed gave away the adjustment as you lowered behind the rival side of the bed as you began to conjure a thousand varied explanations from throwing Sarah under the bus or claiming you simply walked into the wrong room. But before you could begin either or, you heard it again. Only this time, it was spoken in the accompaniment of a deep breath. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, your eyes widening as you deduced quickly that he certainly wasn’t asleep. Instead, he had been portraying the most decadent moans, keeping your gaze locked onto him as you were able to make out the motions of self pleasure embedded in the darkness before you. 

“Walking around in those shorts…thinkin’ you can get away with that shit…” He moaned, the sound of self pleasure breaking the silence of your deafening heartbeat as you kept yourself concealed at the side of the bed, remaining magnetized to the way his body moved to his ecstasy, you were further rooted by his words.

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911 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

No Nut November

TW: Masturbation references. Smut. Semi-public sex. Language.

SUMMARY: Partaking in ‘No Nut November’ would prove difficult when you become a bit too needy for him to stay true to his ambition. 

WORD COUNT: 1500

REQUESTED:

Anonymous asked:

Reader x one of the obx guys and him and his friends (so either the other kooks or other pogues) are challenging each other who can go the longest for no nut November and it’s been a few days and you’re being needy so you do everything to tease him until he finally gives in and fucks you

*I WANTED TO CHANGE THIS A BIT TO MAKE IT A BIT MORE INTERESTING…

No Nut November

The odds were stacked against him from the second he agreed to this display of self control; one thing he already wasn’t known for possessing. But by the two week mark, having lasted longer than anyone thought he would, JJ was busting at the proverbial and literal seam of his pants as you only made this worse. Purposely wearing only his shirts and tracing him such ways that if you’d only move slightly north, he’d certainly stain his shorts after denying himself that release for so long. But if there was one thing JJ Maybank was above all else, it was stubborn. Especially when money was on the line. And this was the deal he made with the other pogues. Two hundred dollars for who could last. But you had an ambition all your own. 

“JJ?” You asked as he relaxed in the hammock, trying to think of anything but how his cock throbbed at even just the sound of your voice. He was desperate, but too stubborn to let anyone else have that two hundred dollars. 

“I’m bored…”

“I think Sarah and Kie are-”

“I want to play with you…” You watched his jaw clench and his chest rise in a deep breath. 

“Sweetheart-”

“Please J…I miss you…” He sat on the edge of the hammock, tapping his knee as you knew the invitation well as it was all you had for the last two weeks. But no matter how skilled he was with his fingers or his tongue, you wanted HIM. Because there was nothing like the sensation of his fullness-the closeness. And for that, you were willing to risk appearing desperate or even feral. 

“I want YOU, JJ…”

“Baby, I can’t-” For this, you dropped to your knees, running your hands up his thighs and to his belt as he contracted against you. 

“Is THIS worth more than two hundred dollars? Shit, J, I’ll pay you myself, just fuck me!” 

“Ahem!” John B cleared his voice at your back as you turned to find Pope and Kiara smirking at your desperation. 

“You’re so screwed, J…” Kie commented as he was able to distance himself from you long enough to ignore the temptation you forced on him. 

A few hours later, you were all set around the inner heart of The Chateau. Some conversation of a recent movie spoken between Kiara and John B with passionate standpoints on either end as you could only focus on the fringe of the blanket at the ends of your fingers, unable to meet anyone’s gaze as you were too embarrassed. All because of a stupid deal that made you completely unhinged. And in the attempts he made to warrant a response from you, you would only ignore him, until he tried to pull your legs over him, to which, you’d just pull yourself into his room, slamming the door closed without a care of how this could embarrass him or yourself. 

He waited only a short while before following behind you, finding you in one of his shirts yet again, only now, without a care to use it as a means of seduction. But the second that you would find him wrapping his arms around you, no matter how tempting his embrace had been, you pulled away from him. Or at least tried to before feeling him pull his grip to between your thighs. As you tried to fight him, but found the expert circles and perfect pressure to draw you into more of an agreeable state than what you would have preferred. 

“JJ-”

He silenced you by a hand around your mouth, “You’re gonna want to keep this there…I’m not stopping until you know how sorry I am…And I know how much of a screamer my girl is,especially when I make her squirt…” You groaned into his palm as he was quick to take you to that precipice of that orgasm, only to edge you. 

“JJ, Please…”

“I know what you need…And I know exactly how to give it to you…but you need to give it to me when I’m ready…”

“Please, J…Nobody has to know…Just the tip…Just let me see it-fuck…please…” 

“You really love it that much?” He smirked against your ear as his hand had lowered so you could talk. 

“I need it, J…Please…” You began to rock your ass against him, rubbing and circling him, before his hands stationed at your waist. 

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1,000 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

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1K on "No Nut November' :O THANK YOU!

[hollandsmushroom]

Could you maybe do a smut where the reader never had a big o, and Sarah and kie got her a vibrator, and she thinks no ones home while she’s using it but jj is home to check on her and they end up doing a mutual masterbaustion

First Peak || JJ

okay but literally i feel so attacked by this because my friend told me that and i straight up pulled up bellesa asked her about her vulva and then picked out the vibrator i thought she would like best lmao. (not me answering this imediately)

word count: 1366

warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, use of a toy

"Wait wait wait" Sarah stopped, looking at you with wide eyes and her mouth dropped open. "You are telling me that you have never had an orgasm?" Kie was looking at you with a similar expression to Sarah. "JJ has never given you one?" she clarifies.

"Um" you stuttered, stalling with heat rising through your body, you were embarrassed at yourself, the fact that you had never cum, never made your own toes curl. Your hand brushed over the back of your neck anxiously, worried about their reactions. "No, we um, we haven't really gotten their in our relationship" you muttered it, they had heard you earlier when they were talking about their best highs and you had blurted out that you didn't have any to rank.

"Oh we need to fix this, Kie, give me a phone" Sarah stuck her hand out, still intently wanting you as she waved her hand around gesticulating for a phone which Kie promptly set in her hand.

"We gonna find them a toy?" Kie inquires, scooting closer to Sarah on the log. Your eyes widened at her words, this wasn't the way that you thought this was going to go, you thought that they would be shocked and then they would move on but alas your friends were too good, they wanted to assure you felt good in every way possible.

"You bet your ass" Sarah exhales as she taps violently away at the screen before turning the phone to you "Which one do you like?" you were speechless at the sight in front of you, the screen filled with so many toys of all shapes and sizes, it was nearly intimidating and also...arousing?

"I don't exactly know what I am looking at" you mutter, scrolling through the options, was that a...tentacle shaped dildo? Some toys looked more appealing than others but you didn't wanna get too adventurous, you wanted to play it safe, not get too adventurous with something that you were going to have to learn the basics with.

"Just choose whatever you think will feel best" Sarah suggests, nudging you with her shoulder "And don't worry about the price, I'll just use my dad's card"

"Won't that show up on his credit card history that like...you bought a vibrator?" you looked at her in shock.

"Nah, it usually just says that I bought like a really expensive blouse from a boutique or something" she laughs before pointing back to the phone. "Now chose something!"

"Okay okay, I think I like this one" you spoke as you clicked on the icon of small bullet type vibe and handed her back the phone.

"Good choice for your first toy, I think you are gonna have A LOT of fun" she chuckles, adding the item to the cart and typing in here fathers credit card number. "It should show up at your house soon, let us know how it goes after" she wiggles her eye brows at you and returns to the previous conversation.

A week later the small unmarked package arrived on your front doorstep and even the concept of it had you fluttering in between your legs as you ran back to your room, closing the door and falling onto your bed, tearing open the cardboard and pulling out the small oblong with a soft button on the bottom to control the speeds, pressing the button and feeling how it shook in your palm.

"Oh fuck" muttering to yourself as you examined the object, feeling how it felt as it rolled across your skin before apprehensively rolling the plastic toy between your legs, your eyes immediately rolling back at the sudden pleasurable sensation. It felt like nothing you had ever felt before this insane sensation of a cold burning and it made you want to scream, so that is exactly what you did, letting the euphoric sounds escape your gaping mouth.

"Y/n? Are you okay? Why are you screa-holy fuck" a familiar voice came into your pleasure filled haze making you shoot up, your eyes rolling back and settling on a slightly burnt and sandy looking JJ leant against your doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes wide as he examines the scene in front of him with joy.

"Fuck-uh-JJ!" you cry out, pulling the toy from between your legs and eyeing your boyfriend timidly.

"Don't stop on my account, seems like you were having fun" He was smiling at you, a genuine smile that also contained strong hints of temptation and arousal.

"Are you serious?" you gape at him, the toy still vibrating against your thigh, still tempting you, any apprehension that you would normally have melting away by the pure horniness that was burning against your skin.

"Oh yes, you think I am gonna pass up the opportunity to watch you get yourself off? You are strongly mistaken" he mutters, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, pushing you back with the force of his kiss. His fingers were dipping beneath your waistband, teasing the heated skin with his calloused touch. “Can we talk these off, wanna see you” he mumbles, pulling back and toying with the buttons on your shorts, you couldn’t form words, too wracked with lechery to truly convey how much you wanted him to take them off, to leave you bare for him to see. “Words, babe, need words”

“Yes, JJ, fuck, please” you groan and he doesn’t waist a second, pulling you off your clothing and letting your core become exposed to the air, the coolness of the room reaching your heat and making you gasp. 

“You look so pretty, baby, so fucking pretty” JJ sighs, examining your cunt as he pulls back, tugging at his own shorts catching your attention. 

“Wait, J babe, I am not ready for us to um” you stutter.

“Oh no, baby, no I know, I just um, I was gonna get myself off while you do you, like if thats alright” his ring clad hand scratched at the back of his neck anxiously thinking that he had overstepped. 

“Fuck yes please” you whimper, setting your toy to the side and undoing his cargo shorts, tugging them down as he watched but you were intently eyeing his hard cock, your mouth watering. “Oh fuck yes” falling back against the bed you pull him down with you his cock brushing your stomach before he wraps a hand around it, tugging at the flushed flesh as you grasp out for your vibrator, bringing it to your now exposed cunt making your cry out, JJ watching you with hungry eyes as he kissed your lower lip passionately, drinking in the sounds of your moans as he groans against your chin. 

“Fuck fuck fuck” moaning against your skin, it was burning everything was burning for the both of you and JJ was fighting a fast approaching orgasm, it was hard not to rush to the peak when he was watching his beautiful partner fuck themselves beneath him, he could hear the sounds your cunt was making and watched the way that your face pinched as your wrist hit his thigh while moving your toy.

“JJ, fuck, I-I-I’m think I’m cu-” you cut yourself off mid word with a loud cry, your back arching up into his chest as he sped up the pace of his hand, spilling his seed onto your bare abdomen, milking himself for everything that he had as he heard you get wetter and wetter, it was nearly overwhelming how hot it was. 

When everything calmed down, JJ rolled off of you panting as he looked over at you with inquisitive eyes. 

“What did you mean you ‘think’ you were cumming?” he asks, brushing his hand over your cheek(the on that wasn’t just on his dick)

“Oh uh, I had never had an orgasm before” you mumble, looking away from him as not to see his judgmental face but when he was silent you looked back at him, finding a soft smile on his face. 

“Well I am glad I was here to experience it with you” he grins cheekily as he moves to press his hot mouth to yours. 

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[mcybank]

. . . ⇢ COMPLIANCE ; JJ

summary jj and the reader have been dating but haven’t told anybody about it. due to their relationship being extremely private, they tended to make each other jealous by flirting with other people, and one day, the reader took it a little too far for jj’s liking.

pairing jj maybank x female!reader

warnings smut; submission, choking (slightly), oral, swearing, etc. just pure smut tbh.

“You’re on,” was the last thing you said to JJ Maybank, your secret boyfriend of three months before you strutted towards a guy that had been eyeing you for quite a while, knowing exactly what you’ll be doing. JJ had the exact same intentions as you as he walked towards a girl that was sitting alone near the place with a lot of drinks; she was fairly attractive and neither you nor JJ could deny that. 

The guy who you were with glanced at you, then your body, licking his lips in awe. You mentally threw up, you didn’t want to be flirting with the guy ahead of you who was looking at you as if you’re some kind of object, but just to get your boyfriend heated, you went ahead with it. “Hey, you, what’s your name?” you questioned, your hand making its way to the necklace wrapped around his neck, slowly toying with it. “Name’s Daniel, how about you?” the way his words fell out of his mouth, you instantly knew he was a Kook, one with quite a bit of ego. “y/n. So, I saw you looking at me a few seconds ago,” you began, your eyes meeting his dark brown ones that stared into your own intently, filled with lust. “Yeah, talking to your boyfriend?” he questioned, it was an excuse for him to just know if you were single or not, not that he really cared, but it would be good information for him. 

His hands made their way to your waist as your lips curved into a smile, a rather fake one, but he didn’t notice either way. “No, don’t have a boyfriend, fortunately,” you spoke, your voice loud enough to catch JJ’s attention from a few feet away, chatting up the girl in front of him. He stared at the two of you, and the way the boy held onto you; exactly how he did to you. His fists bawled up, but nobody noticed, he continued speaking to the girl who seemed to become more and more interested in JJ, and he gradually lost interest in her, which caused him to excuse himself and walk over to you and the guy whose name you learned was Daniel.

“Hey, bro. Looks like she has to go home now, correct, y/n?” JJ informed Daniel, his eyes filled with rage at the boy who was still holding onto you gently, his hands creeping down your back. “Right, y/n?” he repeated, aimed at you, a lot more sternness present in his voice. You nodded hesitantly, quite afraid of what JJ’s thoughts were; you knew that he was jealous, he envied Daniel and the way he touched you in public. This guy has gotten to know you 4 minutes ago and can hold you in front of everyone, JJ can’t do that. 

“Somebody’s jealous,” you cooed, a chuckle escaping your lips as JJ dragged you through the crowd of people. As soon as those words poured out of your mouth, JJ stopped in an instant and turned you to face him, his tall frame towering over you. He leaned down to reach your ear, “your place or the Chateau?” he whispered, his voice was rough and laced with every ounce of dominance he had present in him. It sent cold shivers down your spine,  “M-mine, JJ,” you responded, stuttering on your words knowing that you had given in to the irresistible boy already. His lips tugged towards one side, smirking at how you had already presented your role for the night. “Your parents aren’t home, correct? Wouldn’t want them hearing you calling somebody else daddy, would you?”

“Strip,” he instructed as the two of you entered your room, the only light being the large beige-tinted one above. He took a seat on the edge of your bed, impatiently waiting for you to do as he told you to. Your hands went to the bottom of your cropped top, taking it off rapidly, not wasting any time teasing him, and then went down to the short-cut skirt you were wearing, one that he had been thinking of ripping off all night. You were left in just your bra and underwear, both matching one another and red; JJ’s absolute weakness. He felt the hard through the uncomfortable material of his jeans, groaning in annoyance at the pain it caused the boy. His groan was enough for you to walk closer to him and sit on your knees, knowing that it would be his next instruction. 

Your frail hands went to his jeans, feeling his cock through his jeans slightly, and slightly touching it to arouse him. He was quick to slap your hand away, “You tease, you get punished,” his voice was filled with tension, the nerves in his body were already riling up, waiting for this exact moment. You looked at his face that showed frustration, you then proceeded to unzip his jeans and bring them down his legs. His hard was visible for you to see through his black boxers, enough to make your thighs clasp together due to the feeling you had below. 

JJ waited for a minute, allowing you to stroke his cock through his boxers, before he pulled them down from his waistband, his cock springing up, making you anxious to take his size. Your hands wrapped around his member, you looked up at him for approval, to which he nodded to and mumbled something you couldn’t make out. Your mouth wrapped around his cock, slowly feeling it in your mouth and adjusting to it. “Fuckkk,” JJ moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure as he felt his cock hit the back of your mouth, taking all of him in. The small gags that you let out were enough for him to place his hand on top of your head and force your head down, causing you to gag a lot more like a reflex, but eventually getting used to it. 

“Yeah, you like that?” he asked, moaning after he saw how perfect you looked taking him nicely, just how he asked. You slowly nodded, as you continued to lick the tip of his cock, before going back to sucking it. His hands now found their way to your hair, tugging harshly on it making you go even lower on his member. 

“When I ask you a question, you look up at me and answer me, okay?” 

You pulled away from his cock and your hands rested on your thighs, before you hurriedly replied to him, “Yes, JJ,” his eyebrows raised in confusion, and you realized what you had done wrong. “I meant—” he stopped you by pulling you by your shoulders, his hands finding their way to your back, unclipping your bra, and letting it fall to the floor. “Don’t care what you meant, you made this a whole lot eventful for yourself. Lie down,” he instructed, his voice asserted dominance. It’s as if he wanted you to call him by the wrong name just so he could make punish you with what he had in mind. He stood up from where he was previously sitting, allowing you to lie down comfortably on your back, only in your red underwear. “Look at you, waiting for daddy, looking so pretty,”

He forced your legs open, presenting yourself to him, licking his lips in the pleasure of the sight ahead of him. His face went between your thighs, his teeth hungrily taking off your underwear with the aid of his hands. As soon as you were completely exposed to him, he teasingly licked your opening, causing you to moan in pleasure and arch your back at the sudden connection between JJ’s lips and your pussy. “Shut the fuck up,” he instructed, his tongue toying with your pussy along with his index and middle finger. You couldn’t control yourself, you let out another moan, this one a lot louder than the previous one, and JJ’s head whipping up to meet your eyes was when you realized you were in trouble. “Can’t take a command nicely, can you? Forcing me to rough you up even more than I planned to, little one?” 

Within an instant, he stopped playing with you, and made his cock rub over your pussy, up and down. Your mouth remained shut, as much as you wanted to let out a moan you’ve been holding in, you couldn’t. “Ready to take me, baby?” he questioned, his voice a lot more careful and gentle, knowing that after he inserts himself into you, you’d be in a daze. You nodded quickly, you were already feeling your heartbeat pumping for him to put himself in, and so he did. 

Your mouth opened, but it was covered by JJ’s hand, “don’t scream,” he told you. The smirk on his face was evident, he was proud to see you taking him in so nicely, watching your eyeballs roll to the back of your eyes in pleasure, and your mouth zipped shut. “Want me to faster?” he asked, even in his dominant state of mind, he wanted to make sure that he didn’t overwhelm you too much, and if you denied, he wouldn’t even think of going faster. “Yes, daddy,” you softly said, afraid that your speaking would make him angrier at you. 

His pace sped up gradually, but to you, it felt like a millisecond. He thrust in and out of you, your fingers curling up and holding the white sheets in pleasure. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good around my cock,” he complimented, his eyes were squeezed shut for a few moments, getting the most out of the feeling. 

Your right hand went to your throat, lazily grabbing it, telling JJ to do so himself. His hand reached out to your throat, wrapping it around and choking you slightly, causing your eyes to close and enjoy the painful pleasure. He didn’t like the idea of choking you a lot, nor was he in the mindset to do it intensely, so his hands pulled away from your throat and were placed on each side of you, as his hips thrust his cock.

He felt your cunt clench around his cock, he knew you were close to an orgasm, however, he was getting close to cumming, but not yet. “Wait for me,” he demanded, your mind just thought of how well JJ knew you, but you weren’t willing to wait, you felt that you were incapable of waiting for him. “Daddy—” you began, in a seductive tone to get him to give in. “I said, wait for me,” he growled, his face nearing your own as he felt got close to cumming. 

His thrusts became a lot faster then the speed fluctuated, and you knew he was going to cum. “Now,” he said, both of you in your final seconds before cumming for one another. “You gonna cum for me, huh? Cum for daddy, princess,” he said between short breaths.

You felt a wave of euphoria run through your veins, letting out a loud moan in pleasure as you came for the boy inside you. His body came to a halt as he let himself free inside you at the same time, waiting for a second to calm down, and letting out a loud groan as he laid beside your shaking body. 

“What do you have to say now, baby?” he asked, letting loose of the sternness he had in his voice previously. “Thank you, daddy,” you replied, turning around and facing JJ, whose face was flushed due to your actions. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he tried to calm you down. 

You were still overwhelmed, your body was trembling due to the sexual gratification, and due to how he inside you made you feel, your vision was blurry and you slurred on your words. 

JJ pulled himself closer to his body, allowing you to feel his warmth before he had to clean himself up, along with you. His hands ran through your disheveled hair, stroking it, causing you to feel calmer. “How would you like a bath after this, princess?” he suggested, his voice was soft and comforting, giving you the idea that he was back to being caring, giving you aftercare. You nodded slowly, feeling as though a bath would be the perfect thing at this moment, with JJ.

His hands moved from your hair to your back, drawing small circles, which soothed you, a lot. 

“I’ll just get some water and a snack for you, alright?” he informed you after he felt your body at ease and the shaking was minimal. You nodded, although you didn’t want to feel the cold air hit your body since he was shielding you from it, you were thirsty, and the snack was a major plus.

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Read on Ao3 and Wattpad!

https://www.wattpad.com/story/285682974-paris-and-other-european-destinations-jj-x-rafe-x

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35548321/chapters/88619356

[rafescurtainbangz]

Professor Cameron #2 - Rafe Cameron One Shot + 18

Minor DNI

Part 1: Link

Rafe × female reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings: smut, language, swearing, drinking and smoking

Fingering, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, pet names, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, ownership kink, older Rafe, possessive rafe, jealous rafe, obsessed rafe, choking, spanking, degradation, name-calling, pussy slapping, mating press, reader calls rafe daddy

Lightly edited

4.1K

Don't let the beginning fool it’s a lot of smut lmao 😂 thank you for all the love on part 1! 💕💕💕

Taglist @imyourdaninow @gri959 @redhead1180 @romaescapes

Enjoy! ❤️✨

Tanneyhill...

Later that night

"Holy shit," you whisper, eyes following Rafe's house all the way to the top. The grandeur of it all begs the question, does a professor really live here? I mean, I'm sure the university pays him well, but not this well. This is old money.

Tracking the brick walk, you make your way to the front door, smoothing out a very different ensemble than you wore this afternoon. You breathe a sigh of relief, thankful at this moment that you decided to dress up. Your pink satin mini-dress blows lightly with the cool night breeze, an open back cinched tight, showing off your curves.

Truthfully, I didn't think that would happen. Just teasing between friends until that fictional tale came true. I never thought he would actually cross the line.

Rafe was right... The boys at school weren't cutting it. They were selfish, inexperienced, and immature. That was only an hour? What could Rafe do with a whole night? On a bed instead of a desk? He said he had a 'real big house,' which is the understatement of the century. I can make as much noise as I'd like. He's going to take care of me... Me.

I've never felt pleasure like that in my life. The part that excited me the most was that I was holding back, not wanting to get caught. What would happen if I let myself go? The part that scares me, however, is the fact that I'm already in too deep.

What if Rafe's thought about it since? Not in the way I'm hoping he would, the way that would stop him from doing it again. A moment of clarity where Rafe realizes that he may have made a mistake. I'm his student... He's my professor.

What if he's doing this with other people? What if I'm not the only student in Professor Cameron's class getting "extra credit"? Am I just another one of his girls?

I can't think about that.

I'm feeling things. And, I can't stop.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

You can hear shuffling behind the door, watching as the knob turns. The door fans open; Rafe meets your gaze with a smile. "You... Wow. You look stunning," he hails, bearing the door as you pass through.

Fuck, he looks good. You feel yourself get a little frazzled as you take Rafe in. A slim black button-down and slacks, coupled with yet another pair of designer dress shoes. He smells delicious; that same cologne reapplied, already burned into your brain. "You alright?" He smiles, looking down at you.

"More than alright, Rafe. Just a little nervous."

"About what?" He puffs, cocking his head to the side as he shuts the door. "Told ya I didn't bite. Not unless you want me to," Rafe chuckles warmly, turning you under his finger as he checks out your little dress again. "Goddamn. You're flawless."

"Thank you," you whisper as your cheeks blush. Rafe keeps his hand in yours, guiding you deeper into his house, letting you take it all in.

"So, what are you so nervous about?" Rafe presses a little further, not wanting to let it go until he figures it out.

"I don't know... I didn't expect to be here. I'm just - I hope you aren't having second thoughts."

"Me?" He chuckles; twisting his face slightly as a crooked smile spreads on his lips. "Never. No second thoughts."

"Okay... And, am I the only one-"

"Who's gettin' extra credit?" He snickers, reading your mind entirely. "You are the only one."

"Ever?" You ask, your voice just above a hush, kicking yourself for asking it in the first place to a grown-ass man. Rafe turns you toward him, lacing his fingers in yours; his lips meet your forehead, kissing you softly.

"If you're askin' if I've ever had sex in an office, and I said 'no,' I'd be lyin'," he chuckles weakly. His palms come up, resting gently on your cheeks, guiding your watch to his. "But, if you're askin' me if I've ever done that with a student... never. I've never done that."

You give him a soft smile. "I'm so happy I'm here with you."

"Me too," he hums. "Now, let's go relax. Yeah?" You nod as Rafe leans in, meeting your lips; kissing you deeply. Heat spreads across your body; the contact sets you ablaze, your entire being craving more of him.

Rafe walks you to his study, the mahogany countertop, adorned with six elegant bouquets. "Do you like flowers, princess?" He smiles; his hand resting on the small of your back.

"Of course," you respond dreamily, bending in to smell each. "Six? Rafe, this-"

"I didn't know what your favorite was..." He interjects, "Pink roses?" Rafe guesses, based solely on your reaction.

"Yeah, pink roses," you giggle. "Thank you."

He steers you to his leather couch, taking a seat. Before you can sink down, his hands are on you, guiding you to straddle his lap. You rest your hands lightly on his muscular chest as Rafe eyes you in his arms. His rough hands graze your back, landing on your bum; kneading your curves slowly.

"M'so glad you're here," he soughs, his lust-laced eyes locked on your lips. His crystal blues lift slowly to yours, sending chills down your spine. "You're still nervous sweetheart? Aren't you?"

You shake your head 'no' as you lean in close, kissing him tenderly. His hands drift down your bare thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress. "I'm not... I swear," you whisper as you widen your thighs, pressing your pussy against his rock-hard bulge as you start to grind slowly. Your lips hover close, Rafe, matching your steady breathing. Tension builds as you wait for the other to break.

Rafe kisses you deeply, a passionate exchange, pushing your hips to ride him clothed. "Need to taste you again. Fuck, you tasted so sweet," he mumbles between kisses. Rafe wraps you in his arms, lifting you off the couch. "Just a little bit now. I need it. Don't let me go any farther. Alright? Not yet."

He rests you back down on the couch, pulling you where he wants you, your body desperate for his lips. Rafe drops himself down to his knees for you, taking control as he spreads your thighs, eyeing your glistening cunt with a hungry groan. "No panties?" He chuckles darkly, his dangerous gaze flickering to yours. Rafe brushes your folds, gathering your essence all over his fingers, before sucking them clean as your eyes roll back. "M'so fuckin' hard, princess. Can't wait for you to suck my cock; make me cum again. Get that pretty little mouth of yours around my dick," he sighs. His strong arms loop around your thighs, pulling you closer than before, slumping you on the couch.

Rafe's eyes stay locked on yours as his lips do the same to your clit, sucking and brushing his tongue from side to side. He moans against your pussy, as his fingers toy with your entrance, teasing your pearl with the chilled ridges of his gold ring. Your thighs tremble, tightening around him.

"C'mon, baby," he taunts, spreading you wider, sucking and finger-fucking you with a little more force. You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, holding back your cries of pleasure.

"Hey... Woah. Woah... Wait a minute, baby girl," he chides. "Need to hear you. Alright?"

"Yes, daddy..."

"Well, shit..." Rafe rasps as he grabs your legs, slinging them over his shoulders. "I could get used to that."

Everything increases; your heart rate, the pressure, the depth of his tongue in your soaked hole. "You taste like heaven," he pants, bumping his nose against your clit, making your thighs quake. Rafe laps at your pussy, devouring you completely. He breathes deeply, taking in your scent; the vibration of his low moan felt against your heat.

Rafe takes your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly, making you cry out; heels digging into his black dress shirt as you buck your hips; voice echoing through the large house. "There ya go... Atta girl."

Your back arches, lips crying out for him. "Fuck, Rafe. M'right there," you blubber. You reach for your satin straps, tugging down the top of your dress, letting your breasts spill free. Your hands instantly draw up to your tits, squeezing and pressing them together for him. Rafe bites down on your swollen clit; making you throw your head back. A choked sob spills from your lips.

Your hands drop down, weaving into his hair, giving it a rough tug. You grind your pussy on his face, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "Rafe, s-shit." Your eyes screw shut as you cum on his face, pleasure coursing through your system as your pussy clamps down around his thick fingers. Rafe works you through your orgasm, waiting until you're fully unwound to release you with a panting breath.

"Need it - Fuck. I need your cock in my mouth," you gasp; eyes still shut as you do your best to recover.

"Baby, c'mon..." He chuckles breathily as his lips find yours. You can taste yourself on his lips, making your mind fuzzy. "I wanna share a drink. Take you on a tour... You were supposed to hold me back. You can wait. Right?" You can hear the taunting in his tone, a devilish smirk playing on his kiss-bitten lips.

"Yes, daddy."

Rafe cups your breasts in his hands. Pinching and rolling your pebbled blush between his fingers. He sucks down, trailing wet kisses before biting your sensitive skin, causing you to moan again. "You're mine," he whispers, nuzzling himself into your chest. "I don't want anyone else to have you but me. Understand?"

"What - Wait..." You ask breathlessly. "I mean. Are you sure, Rafe? You barely know me. What if I didn't come into your office today-"

"You would have... eventually. I just got lucky. I always get what I want, princess. I don't wanna see you come into class with anyone else. Don't wanna overhear some douchebag talkin' about some absolutely stunning girl he took home from the bar. You're mine. My pussy," he breathes, making your breath hitch as he slaps your sensitive cunt, soothing it with his cupped palm. "My tits," he mumbles, licking a line through your cleavage as he palms them together. "My lips," he whispers as he kisses you again. "My fuckin' girl. Mine."

"M'yours, Rafe."

**********

"So, you're a professor? Just a professor?" You ask through a flirty grin as you swirl your champagne.

"Yeah... Got bored. Decided to go to college, then grad school; got my doctorate for fun," he rasps before taking a sip.

"So..." You look around, letting your silence speak for itself.

"I made some smart business decisions when I was young. Set myself up nicely."

"Mob boss?" You quip, making him cock his brow and laugh.

"If I told you, princess. I'd have to kill you." Rafe plays along, shooting you a mischievous look. "So, you're pretty far from home. You plannin' on going back for Spring Break, or are you gonna hang around here?"

You laugh nervously, wrinkling your brow, confused yet intrigued, charmed that he went out of his way to find out more about you. "How do you know where I'm from?"

He clears his throat, regretting his words slightly, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt on his thick forearms as he shifts anxiously. "Uh... Um," he puffs, draining some more liquor into his champagne flute. "Your student account," he mumbles sheepishly.

"Professor Cameron!" You gasp, flirtingly, as you lean in a little closer.

"S'bad. Alright. I know. I know! I couldn't help myself. I had to be proactive. Alright? High stakes. I gotta be real careful who I associate myself with."

"And you can associate yourself with me, Rafe?"

"Yeah. I have a good intuition, princess. Questionin' yours a little," he bullies. "That neighborhood you live in is shit, by the way. It's not safe, baby."

Your eyes double in surprise. The more he exposes, the more it should worry me, I know, but he's pulling me deeper. He's possessive, calculated, obsessed even. But, I fuckin' love it. How much more does he know about me?

I need to know.

"You look handsome," you laud; just a slight bite of your lip as you lean into the armrest, hair tumbling to the side. You cross your legs, letting your little dress ride up your thigh.

His eyebrows raise, running his palm against his wide smile, attempting to play it cool as he stares at the valley of your thigh. "Just tryin' to keep up with you, baby. You look stunning. Did you wear that-"

"On New Year's Eve..." You finish his sentence as a smirk pulls on your lips, Rafe taking the bait effortlessly. "Do you follow me on Instagram?"

"No... Just stalk you," he admits, not an ounce of shame in his voice. He can see that you clearly enjoy his attention. "Like I said... Gotta be careful who I keep around. Not to mention, I had to keep an eye on who else was watchin' you. I don't share." He smirks before tossing back the rest of his champagne. Oh...

"That's all you did, Rafe? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"

He gives you an open-mouth smile as a blush creeps across his cheeks. "You really wanna know?"

"I really wanna know..."

"That red swimsuit you wore in Cabo might be my favorite thing, princess."

You roll your eyes, expelling a dizzy laugh. "So... Again, Professor Cameron, is that all you did? Just look at my pictures; make sure I was safe?"You bully before taking a sip.

His gaze darkens on yours, the look in his eyes telling you more than enough. "Absolutely not."

Rafe adjusts himself in his chair, spreading his thighs a little wider as he pinches a fresh cigar between his lips. He reaches over to the coffee table, snagging the Perrier-Joute, drinking from the bottle. You can see that he's getting more comfortable as time passes by, as well. Laughing a little more, a few more buttons on his shirt undone, drinking straight from the source.

"So, Rafey," you ask in an unholy tone as you stroll from your chair to his, dropping down to your knees to slink the rest of the way. "Is there anything I can do for you? I really need that A." 

He quickly forgets his cigar, resting it in the ashtray without a second thought. Rafe extends the bottle to you, pouring it carefully, some still dribbling from your glossed lips down your chin. He leans down, pinching your cheeks in one hand, licking the mess to your lips. "I got a few things you can do for me, princess."

"Tell me," you whisper, fingering the buttons of his Dior button-down before pulling it open fully. Your fingers trace down his tanned chest, passing through the deep indentations of his abs to his black leather belt.

You can already see his long, thick cock; trapped in Italian wool, making your mouth water. "Since you're on your knees," Rafe smiles as he pinches the button of his pants, opening that, then the zipper. "Why don't you choke on daddy's cock. Hmm?" You can feel the wetness between your thighs, the soft sweetness of his voice contrasting his domineering words, making your head spin. You draw the material over his hips, releasing his aching dick.

You glide your fingers through your pussy; gathering your slick on your digits, taking hold of the base of Rafe's cock. He shakes his head and smiles as his teeth tug on his bottom lip. You work him slowly, watching as the little bead of precum grows larger.

Rafe's hand toils through your hair, brushing it away so he can get a better view of your face. "So pretty on your knees, baby-" Rafe's words get lost in a moan as your warm tongue traces along his prominent vein, catching his cum as it drips down the side.

You lick a few fat stripes up his shaft, kissing his ruddy tip wetly as his dick twitches in your palm. "Fuck, honey," he groans deeply, tossing his head back on the leather chair. "Might not ever let you leave." His hold on your strands tightens as your warm, wet mouth wraps around his swollen tip. A deep moan follows as you suckle on Rafe's head, flicking your tongue along his slit. You caress his balls, taking him to the back of your throat.

Rafe pushes you a little farther, releasing a needy moan as you deepthroat cock. Tears roll heavily down your cheeks as you take as much of him as you can get, gliding off slowly; swirling to the tip, making Rafe's eyes roll back. "Jesus Christ, angel, where's that gag reflex? Huh?" He laughs airly. "So good at sucking cock." Rafe pitches his hips, ramming you deep, making you gag. "Mmm... Shit. There she is," he groans.

Rafe slumps a little lower as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking a pull. "Gonna bust my load already... Damn, you look good," he praises through a panting breath, making his stomach muscles flex. His thick thighs tremble as you start to stroke him with your mouth, rolling his heavy balls in your tiny hand. You release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a desperate plea for more.

"M'so wet, Rafe," you whine, feeling your wetness drip from your pussy, gliding down your inner thigh. You take two fingers, skimming them through the mess. Rafe's already set, snatching your wrist; guiding your dainty fingers to his mouth.

He savors the taste, only releasing them when you tighten your lips around his dick again. Twisting your hand at the base, you bob up and down. Rafe follows your strokes, pressing you down here and there as he mumbles praise. "Lips look so good around my cock, sweetheart. Look at you, take it, baby. Such a good little slut f'me. Gag on it. Fuckin' gag on me. Mine... This mouth is fucking mine."

You hollow your cheeks, milking his cock with your mouth, making him whimper and shift in his chair as his eyes slam shut. "I'm right fuckin' there. I - I'm... Fuckkk," he moans, hazy eyes widening as you sink your pussy down on his dick instead.

"Bounce on my cock. Tits in your face," you whisper against his lips, repeating his words from his office as you lower the top of your dress as well.

"You're a fantasy, baby. Fuck." Rafe slaps your ass cheek roughly, then the other side, hissing out a breath as your pussy tightens around him. Rafe pants and groans, his muscles wound tight as he tries to hold steady, watching you as you ride and bounce on top. He's speechless, eyes moving from your face to your breasts; losing control when he glances down, watching the place where you connect; his thick cock glistening with you.

"Fuck me," he grunts in blissful defeat, taking a harsh grip on your hips, pounding deep. Rafe moans your name as he cums hard, continuing to fuck upward, gritting his teeth in overstimulation. No part of him wants to stop now that he has you like this. Rafe pulls you into his lips, kissing you slowly as you grind through his sticky spent.

"Should I stop?" You whisper, feeling Rafe's smile spread against your lips.

"No, princess. Don't fuckin' stop."

********

Your garter belt wraps around your thighs, lingerie hugging the fullness of your breasts; something new, something bought by Rafe just for you. It's a gorgeous set; cups made of two large satin ribbons tied at the center; your crotchless panties, a delicate red lace.

"C'mon, princess. Stop makin' me wait," he croons.

"This is too much, Rafe... I don't need all of this. Truly," you sigh as you round the corner, relaxing against the doorframe.

Rafe licks his lip, savoring each glimpse of bare skin. "Nah... This one's for me." He pushes off the bed, moving toward you, pulling you close before kissing you deeply, breaking away from time to time, solely to take you in. "Better than I imagined..."

"You thought about this?" You hum.

"More than I should, princess," Rafe breathes, lifting you into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as you bend your arms a little tighter around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Rafe walks you over to the bed slowly, taking his time as you press your chest against his, hearts picking up pace together. He sets you down on the mattress, mounting you a moment later.

Rafe's absolutely beautiful like this: dark blonde hair a mess, flushed cheeked, skin dewy. He cages you in, admiring you for a moment before starting again. He grinds his dick against you, trailing pre cum on your skin as he works his body against yours. Rafe continues to tease the both of you, his cock, painfully hard as you wait for him to ease your ache.

He swirls his dick through your arousal, nudging your entrance with his swollen head. Rafe gives you one last look before dropping his focus low. "Shittt," he groans as your walls pull him in. He fights the urge to throw his hips into you, working slow enough to let you feel every curve and ridge until he's filled you to the brim. You don't even realize you're holding your breath until he rests his heavy head on your shoulder.

"Fuck, Rafe."

"Squeezin' me so tight," he breathes. Rafe completely bottoms you out, balls resting against your ass. He grips your hips, forcing himself even deeper, pressing his cock into you with his full weight making you squirm away slightly.

"Where are you goin', Princess?" He mumbles against your warm skin, the safeword you joked about during dessert right on the tip of your tongue, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.

"Nowhere, daddy," you pant as you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to stay.

"My girl," Rafe growls, lips latching onto your neck, sucking harshly. He marks you with his lips, branding you with what will surely leave behind a dark purple hickey. His teeth sink into your skin, causing you to whimper.

Rafe starts to rock his cock into you, nailing your sweet spot each time. You wrap your arms around him, marking him in your own way as your manicured nails drive into his skin. Rafe moans your name, getting off on the ache.

His body drags away from yours, tugging at the bow between your breasts, letting the satin fall to your sides as he changes positions. Rafe starts to stroke as hands move from your hips to your breasts, gripping them tight, pinching and rolling your nipples before settling on your neck.

You wait impatiently for his grasp as Rafe studies his skin on yours. He smirks wickedly, watching the way his rings glint in the low lighting, his hand wrapped like a necklace around your pretty little throat.

Rafe tightens his grip, making your eyes roll back as he pumps into slow and deep, snapping his hips each time. You can feel yourself a little more breathless than before; your pulse felt under his heavy hand. You let out a choked cry as his other hand finds your clit, rubbing circles on top.

"Faster," you beg, your voice cock-drunk and hoarse.

"Mmm... Bet my little slut wants it harder too. Yeah?"

"Yes - Fuck," you squeal. Your breasts bounce with each clap of his hips, his fat tip kissing your g-spot with each thrust. Rafe gives it to you harder and faster as you feel your pleasure about to boil over.

He's just as pussy-drunk, eyes glossed, pupils blown. Your eyes flutter closed, drool seeping out of the corner of your plump lips. You feel Rafe's breath on your skin, his soft tongue cleaning you off just as he did with the champagne, spitting it back into your open mouth this time.

His tongue tangles with yours, sloppy and breathless, as you swallow each other's sounds. "M'gonna cum," you gasp, feeling tears of pleasure well in your eyes.

"Me too, baby. You gonna make a mess? Let me clean it up for you," he pants.

"Yeah-ahh," you answer shakily. Warm liquid squirts from your sex, soaking Rafe's thick cock and his expensive sheets. "Fuck, Rafe," you whimper. I can't believe I just did that... I've only seen that in porn. Rafe quickly snuffs out your embarrassment as he coaxes you further.

"Fuck, baby. Just like that. I think my girls got more in her. Don't you?" He grunts, not letting up, applying more pressure to your clit. You feel it again; a second release, Rafe fucking you through the spurts of your climax.

Rafe was right. He always gets what he wants.

"Gonna cum... Gonna fill you so full, Princess. Fuck," he moans.

"Cum in my pussy, daddy."

Rafe's eyes roll back at the sounds of your voice, his release following close behind, muscles tightening as he floods you with his finish.  He throws his head back, breathing deeply as he comes down from his high.

"Co'mere..." You whisper. Rafe gives you a satisfied smile, burying himself in your neck; holding you close for a moment before rolling you on top.

You rest your head on his chest, listening as his heart starts to slow with his breathing. Rafe's rough fingertips skim your spine as he releases a deep breath. "Mmm... Baby?" He mumbles sleepily, wrapping you tightly in his arms.

"Yes," you whisper, blissed out and breathless as you meet his beautiful eyes.

"You're never leaving."

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𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 | 𝗿. 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

「 SYNOPSIS 」 / you have a big crush on your brothers friend, the kook prince. your lustful longing for him finally came to an end, beautifully ♡︎.

「 PAIRINGS 」 / rafe x barry!sister!reader

「 WORD COUNT 」 / 2653

「 WARNINGS 」 / SMUT, oral (fem receiving), cunnilingus, porn wit lil plot, yall this is just filth, lil mentions of drugs/drug dealing, spitting, manhandling, dirty talk, u got that woo woo nana, language, squirting, a bit of d/s dynamics, thats it? NO SEASON TWO SPOILERS!

➪ author’s notes : ❝omg y’all i was really in the zone when i first wrote this and think i like how it turned out? another thing, this is also all over the place so apologies for that but other than that i hope u guys enjoy, i love you as always <3 ❞

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to say you have a crush on the kook prince, rafe was an understatement.

the perks of being barry’s sister means you were most likely going to see rafe every other day since he is a regular client of his and even though barry hates to say it, rafe is his friend. well his only friend since he doesn’t really socialize with other folks besides the clients he’s dealing with on a day to day basis. you love your shit-talking of a brother even though his ways to get around are not good, but he does them for you and to take care of you and him. so you support him by helping him sometimes with cars and getting some jobs around town yourself to pitch in with keeping you both fed and clothed.

when you first saw rafe come to your brother for drugs interested you somehow and someway, a kook coming down to the wrong side of the tracks for hardcore drugs? and plus a broken rich boy was enough to pull you in and be nosy.

you could guess and tell he had some stuff going on inside but the outside of him would completely make you forget all about it. from the way he always looks put together and so fine made your mind wander and wander too far, sinful places. and the fact you became so lucky to have a brother who’s cool with him made your thirst for him so much easier from time to time.

you and rafe know each other. not enough as barry but you both definitely know one another exists and what’ll you like to do in both of your free time. he’s seen you work at the country club for a while and spoken to you, mainly about your brother though. rafe being rafe means he probably dated the whole population- well fucked. you don’t think you ever heard him or anyone say he officially had a girlfriend so you couldn’t really say but that doesn’t mean your crush was one-sided.

it was another blazing day in the obx.

you were outside of yours and your brothers shared trailer, sitting on a folded chair in the front yard with a new cover of a magazine in your hands. airpods in your ears blasting music, putting you in your own little world as you sat there in the heat with a lace bralette that was unfortunately not quite your size anymore and some short denim shorts.

you weren’t really taking notice of your surroundings at all so you didn’t see the fact that rafe pulled up on his bike, parking it a bit sloppily in front of your yard. the boy walked up towards you and the trailer but not before taking a long glance at your lying figure in the chair. your supple breast almost spilling out of the shrunken clothing made his mouth water but he wouldn’t say anything because he knows about the little school girl crush you have on him and you don’t know that he knows about it. therefore in rafes mind, he would never make the first move, he’ll just wait for you to make it, which he knows wouldn’t be long by the way he sees how you’ve been gawking at him for the past few months.

rafe walked up to the door of your trailer and banged on it, a low shout of your brother’s name leaving his lips. the boy stood there after knocking for the third time, an impatient huff leaving him when he received no answer back. the cameron then took a moment before turning to look at your sun soaked form on the chair a few steps away and decided to make his way towards you.

before you began to notice the sun was disappearing right in front of you, you felt your earphones being yanked out and away from your ears. a surprised scream escaping you, your widening eyes quickly connecting to the culprit who was holding on the still music blaring earphones in his veiny-ring clad hands. rafe cameron.

your shocked stare soon turned into an irritated, stunned look once you made eye contact with your crush. one because he was so close to your lips and second he just pulled your earphones out from your ears. “all of us aren’t rich and can just simply replace broken earphones, rafe” you say with a grimace-like smile, your hand coming up to swipe the wires away from rafe’s hand just for him to move his own hand away once yours got close.

rafe tsked, his head slightly tilted as he licked his lips. a little grin appeared at the corners of his mouth when he heard you huff under your breath. “ah-ah, princess. where’s barry?”

you sighed, “he’s not here-“

you didn’t even finish your words before you reached out to try and grab your earphones away from him again, only for him to just move away from you once more, a low chuckle leaving him this time.

“where is he?”

“he’s out with a client, okay? now can you please give them back rafe?” you slightly whined, a small pout forming on your glossy lips that rafe just found so cute. with a swift “fine” he gave you back your earphones. you thanked him before pausing your still-going music playlist on your phone, making sure to wrap the wires around the device and setting it down on the small little table beside you where a fresh cold bottle of water was laid.

“if you need something… i can just grab it for you. i know where he keeps his stash” you implied with a small smile that was for the first time actually genuine since you first started talking to him today. rafe nodded and started to follow you to the inside of the trailer, his eyes not skipping a beat while checking the way your perky ass was bouncing in those jean shorts you were wearing as you walked in front of him. he had continued to check you out until you both were standing inside of the small living space, only stopping once you turned to look at him.

“so what do you want?”

rafe ran a hand along his backwards-hat fitted head before readjusting the accessory, looking back up at you with a shoulder shrug at your question. “you know just the usual” you scoffed at his reply, a giggle leaving you because the one and only rafe looked… nervous? you couldn’t really describe it but that’s what it looked like to you.

“prince, you know that’s my brother who carries the ‘drug dealer’ title right? i don’t know your usual so you’re going to have to tell me”

now it was rafe’s turned to scoff, only this time it was because of the stupid nickname you always called him that he hated. prince, but it was only right since he always called you princess. “coke alright?”

at his tone you raised both hands up in faux surrender, a sarcastic ‘calm down buddy’ leaving you which rafe got pissed at. he hates having his time wasted and you weren’t about to be an exception.

“hurry the fuck up and stop wasting my time, y/n” he spoke with aggravation, his tone arms coming around to wrap themselves in front of his chest as he stared at your figure. you immediately dropped your act which you thought was funny but apparently not to rafe. you have no idea why you listened to him that easily. maybe it was because of the way he demanded the words with such authority or how so sexy he looked in front of you, it was most definitely for those two reasons.

you opened the little box under your brother’s bed, a box where he kept a little extra stuff. you grabbed the little plastic baggie with the correct label rafe wanted and started to place the box right back under the bed, standing up to face the much taller and bigger person in front of you. with internal smirk you had come up with a small idea as you stood in front of him with the item he wanted. you threw the bag of drugs at his chest in perfect aim. “100” you said sharply with a now condescending smile.

rafe easily caught the baggie and stared down at it for a split second before he looked back up to meet your familiar irises with a lifted brow. he chuckled darkly, lowly. his face turning to look at the window of the trailer, eyes turning back to you once again.

in a flash rafe threw the baggie on the counter and charged to your body ahead with an urge of strong desire he could not contain any longer or any more. ‘good job on not making the first move rafe’ he spoke to himself internally, both of his large hands making contact with the warmth of your smaller neck while his pillow-like lips connected to your own lips. you didn’t kiss him back for a second because of how shocked you were but once you caught a good enough grip on reality you began to kiss him back with the same amount of passion. this was your long awaited dream and you weren’t about to just stand there frozen while it happened.

the kiss was becoming sloppy quickly as you both went on with almost devouring each other’s faces. things falling and cabinets slamming as rafe picked you up by his hands on your ass, sitting you down roughly on the counter and picking you right back up to maneuver you up against the wall. a loud sound echoing around the small place as your back had made contact with the wood but the pain of it was the last thing on your mind as rafe bit your bottom lip, pulling before letting it go; watching the flesh snap back to its original place with guttural groan.

“when will your brother come back, sweetheart?”

you keen, breath hitching as rafe moved down to your neck. kissing, licking, sucking at the flesh until he sees the blood rushing to the top of the skin, even then continuing til’ he sees a bruise forming then moving onto a new spot on your neck to paint purple. rafe noticed you still didn’t answer his question so he brought a hand up to your lace covered breast, index and thumb rubbing over a hard nipple before pinching it between his fingers harshly. your loud whimper echoing the place and in rafe’s ears beautifully.

“i asked you a question, answer it” you whined a quiet sorry, your head resting against the wall; getting ready to answer him like he wants. “he left an a h-hour ago so he s-should be on his way back soon, rafe” you heard rafe let out a quiet curse under his breath, momentarily pulling away from you to turn and look at the couch right ahead from you both. a thought coming to his brain.

without a word he tightened his grip on you, removing you from the wall and beginning to move you to the small couch. almost full on throwing you on the cushion with the force he used to place you there. not even letting your ass fully connect with the couch pillow before he reached to grab at your denim shorts, little shrieks leaving you as he yanked all of your lower clothing off with a purpose.

once he finally managed to remove both your panties and shorts he threw them somewhere behind him and immediately went back to you. rough hands grabbing at your thighs to lift them up and back far and widely, revealing every inch of you. a gasp leaving you at just how revealed you were to rafe’s eyes, with shy eyes you tried to avoid his intense brown ones with every power you had at the moment which wasn’t a lot and he didn’t even do anything yet.

rafe noticed your demeanor and chuckled, placing a sweet, wet kiss at your thigh.

“don’t be shy babygirl, you don’t know how long i’ve been wanting to taste this little pussy of yours” soon after he finished his sentence, he licked a wide strip up your entire pussy. from the bottom and all the way to your swollen, aching clit. kissing the bud messily before sucking it into his mouth, a growl-like sound leaving him as he did so. from the first lick you were whimpering loudly and having a difficult time with trying to breathe.

how could you when rafe cameron was eating the fuck out of your pussy already?

the only sounds in the room were your loud whines and whimpers and the lewd sounds of rafe sucking and licking at your core. the next sound and sight you swore almost made you cum right then and there. rafe had raised up from you for a moment, intense lusted-filled blue eyes boring into your blown ones. his jaw distinctively moved as he continued to make eye-contact with you. not even a second passed before you saw rafe lips purse together and saw the sight of him spit onto your clit, lifting a ring-clad hand to rub the new wetness onto your already dripping pussy thoroughly.

“oh my g-god…” you sobbed brokenly once rafe had placed his mouth back on you, your chest heaving up and down rapidly as he kept feeding off of you like a starved and thirsted man. you could quite literally feel the smirk on rafe’s face as he soaked in your essence and noises at the same time.

“who knew shit-talkin’ barry’s little sister had such a sweet little cunt” the boy grins against you, the sight of your blissed out face and agape mouth making his cock ache inside of his khaki shorts painfully. god, you were so goddamn sexy.

it seems like the more noises and movement you made, the more aggressive rafe had got with his mouth on you. he began to try and spread you even wider, your thighs now touching your chest; giving him even more room to work his mouth on you to the awaiting finish line. “i-im so close, rafe… please don’t stop” you pleaded over and over again which the blond boy answered back with a soothing hand along your thigh and a little glint in his eye that tells you,

he won’t stop.

“yeah? want me to make you cum all over my face?”

you nodded desperately at his words, your hands coming up to wrap themselves around your twitching thighs. trying to keep them in place and spread apart nice enough for rafe.

the feeling you felt swirling inside of you was something you couldn’t describe as nothing but pure, intense, enraptured, ecstasy. you felt your whole body tensing up tremendously as he kept licking, devouring at you like there’s no tomorrow. the incoming release, that incoming fall right over the edge you know will feel like nothing you’ll never, ever feel before. the way rafe sucked loudly on your clit while his dark ocean irises flicked up to bore into yours, passionately is what triggered your powerful, body shaking release to happen.

rafe continued to eat you out while you came, prolonging your release the best he could. groans and little chuckles leaving him as he felt some of your release splash onto the bottom half of his face. in reply to your little whines and shaking he finally rose and back away from your spent core, his hand massaging the swollen folds as gently as he could before giving them a swift pat making you squeeze your together due to the sensitivity.

“i don’t have time to fuck you today princess, but i will soon”

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Golf Days (Rafe Cameron)

Author's Notes: I have very strong feelings about Drew Starkey's golf glove, this translates to Rafe Cameron's golf glove. Like..This got out of hand and I should be sprayed with the hose.

Warnings: This is filth. Pure smut. Swearing, somewhat rough sex, sexting, spanking (with and without the glove), Unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how! *Also brief mention of drinking. All characters are of age (Rafe is 19 years old as per OBX story, his girlfriend is the same age as him)

Requested? NO, but all requests for OBX are open.

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She hated golf days. Rafe was usually gone before she woke up and home late, too tired to really pay attention to her. Not that he didn't, but it was lazy. A squeeze of her thigh while her legs laid over his lap, or lazy kisses down her neck. Any other day there would beg each other for "one more, please".

Golf days he was in the sun and playing the game for hours. He would have a few drinks with his friends and come home tired. It wasn't that he didn't want to love her, he didn't have the energy most times.

This time, she wasn't having it. She woke up before him, rolled on top of his still sleeping form and placed kiss after kiss over his broad chest.

"Morning, sweetie." Rafe hummed with a smile as he wrapped his arms around her. He pulled her naked body against his to keep her close.

"Morning." She replied before she sucked at the sweet spot on his Adams apple.

"Don't start. Not this morning." Rafe moaned, his eyes still closed. She felt him continue to stiffen between her legs so made no effort to stop sucking a hickey on his already tanned skin.

"You don't like it?" She smiled against his throat with a rub of her core against his manhood.

Rafe growled deep in his chest as he flipped her onto her back, then laid between her legs. He pinned her knees to the mattress, thighs spread wide for him as rubbed his tip against her folds.

"I love it, and you fucking know it." Rafe replied with narrow eyes. He watched as her mouth fell open as she slowly slid inside of her. They had been playing with positions, and her flexibility, lately. This one was definitely new.

"B...baby." She gasped as she gripped at his biceps, her nails deep in his skin.

"Too much for you, pretty girl?" Rafe muttered as he watched her eyes roll back as he pulsed his hips. He knew what she was trying to do the minute he felt her grind her slick folds on him.

He would set her straight.

"No! Just so deep, Rafe." She breathed as she leaned up for a kiss.

Rafe smiled as he pulled his hips back, then snapped them forward harshly bottoming out as he planted a firm kiss on her lips. His girlfriend screamed against his lips as sh cleaned around him.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone, and you get this when I get back. Just like this." Rafe growled as he kept his pace steady to ride her through her orgasm.

"Don't leave me." She whined as she came, her nails scratched at his biceps. She surged forward to suck at his throat as he gave her a few final pumps to finish inside of her.

"I've got to, Sweetie. But I promise I will be back and I'll love on you how you deserve." He mumbled as he kissed her forehead.

She released a loud whine when he gently pulled out of her. Rafe placed a kiss on her lips, then her collarbone before he made his way out of their bed. He pulled on his discarded pair of sweats from the previous night then made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Rafe's girl pouted while she laid in bed, her legs still spread to accommodate his frame. She sat up in bed before she grabbed a pair of panties from her bedside drawer and scurried to the front door where Rafe's golf bag waited. She stuffed them in one of the side compartments for him to find.

*

A few hours later Rafe was on the golf course with some of the Kooks, already done a few holes. He finished off his beer before he rounded the back of the cart to grab something from his bag. He unzipped the compartment and pulled out a lacy yellow thong.

"Damnit, sweetie." Rafe scoffed as he rolled the fabric in his hands then put her panties in his back pocket. He grabbed a fresh scorecard then walked back to the guys at the tee with a smirk.

"What?" Topper asked as he lined up his ball.

"My girl is a fucking deviant." Rafe grinned as he held the small pencil between his teeth as he fixed his glove.

"What did she do this time?" Kelce laughed as he took a seat in the cart.

"Found a pair of panties in my bag." Rafe smirked as he pulled his phone out of his other pocket to see multiple messages from his girl.

"What did you do to that girl?" Topper asked as he swung at the ball, hitting it down the green.

"I didn't do anything!" Rafe replied with a laugh as he placed his ball and tee down to take his shot.

"Well, when we met her she was shy and sweet. Now she's leaving her panties in golf bags." Kelce stated with raised eyebrows.

"She's still sweet. Just way more confident than she way then, and a bit of a sexual deviant." Rafe grinned as she took his own swing. He walked away from the tee then checked the multitude of messages from his woman.

Rafe ran his glove free hand over his face as he read through the filthy text message from her, followed by pictures that got more and more suggestive. A finger in her mouth, her breasts in his favourite lacy bra, her fingers tugging at the sides of the matching lace thong.

You're in trouble when I get home.

Rafe texted back after he saved every single photo she sent him. Despite how he had left her in their bed that morning, without more than a kiss on her pouty lips and an "I love you", he hated leaving her. He was just as desperate for her as she was for him. And he wanted to play with that new position a little more.

Rafe wrapped up his golf fame around the same time as usual, but his foot was heavy gas pedal home. He practically kicked the door of their apartment down and tossed his golf bag in the foyer as he came home.

"Hi, baby." She smiled sweetly from her spot on the couch, still in her lingerie as she read a book.

Rafe pursed his lips as he pulled his golf glove from his back pocket and walked over to sit next to her. He pulled the book from her hands and placed it on the table in front of them. He gave a pat to his thighs while he gave her an expectant look.

"Ass up." Rafe grumbled as he raised his eyebrows at her.

She sat up on her knees then crawled over to lay herself over Rafe's lap. She whimpered softly when she heard the velcro of his glove tighten behind her. She lifted her backside into his touch as he glove- less hand ran over her backside.

"Rafe." She smiled as she gripped at the arm of the couch as she wiggled her backside for his attention.

Rafe laid a slap on her left ass cheek with his gloved hand, smiling as she squealed. Her hips pressed into his lap. Rafe grinned as he ran his other hand over the skin as it began to flush.

"How many times do I have to tell you to play nice?" Rafe growled as he laid another smack with gloved hand on her other cheek.

"Baby!" She cried as she tried to grind herself into him.

"I didn't take care of you earlier? Hmm, pretty girl?" Rafe grunted as he pulled her thong to the side to push his fingers between her legs. He growled as he felt her soaked, her face buried in the arm of the couch as she whined.

"Rafe!" She sobbed out, her hips rolling back to his hand as her nails pulled down the fabric of the couch.

"You sent me some filthy shit, sweetie." Rafe mumbled as his glove-less fingers worked between her legs.

"I missed you." She moaned with her back arched.

Rafe breathed out a laugh as he slipped his middle finger inside of her. She writhed above him with a sob, one of her hands reaching down to grab his thigh.

"I missed you, too." Rafe replied as hie slipped his index finger in her as well. He hooked his fingers inside of her and reached her spot, smiling as she croaked out his name.

Rafe watched her every move as she writhed on top of him, her face buried in the couch as she came around his fingers. He slowly removed his fingers from his girlfriend and placed his gloved hand beneath her on her belly to prompt her upright.

"Baby." She hummed with her hands on his neck, her slick thighs on her side of his. He knew his pants would be ruined, but he didn't care.

Rafe smirked as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. His smile grew as she whined and pushed her hips down to his, her hands buried in his hair.

"What did I do to you?" Rafe growled as he wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped her onto her back. He watched the way her chest rose heavily with her breath and he couldn't help but place messy kisses on her breasts.

"Made me a slut." She whispered as he hands pushed through his hair.

Rafe tossed his head back with a laugh before he placed a kiss on her lips.

"You're my slut." Rafe muttered against her lips as he pulled the cups of her bra down, then pinned her knees to the couch.

Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! xoxo

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rating things my bf has said to me during seccs | jj maybank x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, jj maybank, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, pure filth 

word count: 1k

a/n: this trend is wild and i love it. i want to make one for every obx character, so let me know who you want to see next!!

pope rafe kie sarah topper kelce

“fuck you’re s0ak3d”

10/10

-stating the obvious

-thank you for noticing

JJ had you pressed against the door of the bedroom. His hands had a firm grasp on your hips while his lips devoured yours. You clung to him for dear life, fingers tangled in his blonde locks as you pulled him closer. Playing with the waistband of your shorts, he pulls away to look at you.

“Do you want to do this?” He asks. You groan and nod your head. The teasing touch at your waistband already driving you mad.

“Yes! Just fucking touch me already, Maybank.”

He smirked at you, unbuttoning your shorts and fingers diving straight to your core. The tips of his thumb brushes your clit while the rest of his fingers slide through your folds.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He moans.

“yes ma’am”

13/10

-made me feel like i was in control

-i wasn’t

You are a whimpering mess beneath JJ. Ankles hooked over his shoulder, he’s set a hard, driving deep into you with each thrust, but agonizingly slow pace. You mewl as he slowly pulls out of you again. Trying to buck your hips into his to quicken the pace. JJ shakes his head at you, holding your hips down and starting to move even slower. You groan and glare under hooded eye lids.

“J, please…” You whimper.

“What do you want, princess?” He asked, smirking down at you.

“Faster. Please, JJ, just fuck me already.”

He pulls out completely, tip barely nudging your entrance. His eyes become dark, clouded with lust.

“Yes ma’am.” He says before driving into you, pounding into you at an ungodly pace.

“you’re so f*cking sexy”

9/10

-why thank you

-makes me feel confident

-basic

Your chest heaved as you came down from your third orgasm of the night. JJ sits back on his knees between your legs, lips and chin glistening from your juices, and gazes down at your fucked out figure.

“You’re so fucking sexy” He groans, running his hand up and down your thigh as it continues to shake in little aftershocks. Butterflies explode in your stomach at your words and you smirk up at him, cheeks heating up slightly.

“Damn right I am,” You giggle, voice hoarse from moaning. He smirks back and grips your thighs harder, flipping you onto your stomach.

“Watch your pretty mouth, baby.” He whispers in your ear, lining himself up with your pussy.

“get on top and prove it”

100/10

-i love a challenge

-i did indeed prove it

JJ hovers over you, one hand supporting him while the other snakes under your shirt to massage your breast and play with your nipple. The make out session continues on, getting hot and heavy until you are removed of all clothing, JJ still in his boxers as he hovers fully over you. Feeling confident, you push JJ away for a moment.

“Y’know, J, as much as I love getting fucked by you, I think I could make you scream my name if you let me ride you.”

JJ’s jaw drops, not used to this more dominant side of you. He recovers quickly and smirks, flipping onto his back and patting his lap.

“Get on top and prove it.”

Safe to say you did indeed prove it, making JJ see stars as you ground your hips into his and rode his dick until you both came hard.

“you like that princess?”

20/10

-i most certainly do

-please continue

-makes me moan

You’re on your knees in front of JJ as he sits on the bed. His dick is halfway down your throat as you bob your head, JJ’s head thrown back as he lets out curses under his breath. Pulling off of his cock, a string of spit connect your lips to his red tip. You continue to stroke him as you look up at him from under your eyelashes. One of his hands wraps in your hair and he slaps your cheek lightly with the other one.

“Open up, sunshine,” He says. You do as your told and the hand in your hair pushes you down to meet his dick. He controls your movements, making your eyes water as you gag on his cock, and you love it.

“You like that princess?” He asks and you moan around his cock, making him smirk. “Yeah, you like it when I fuck your pretty little mouth.”

Yes. You definitely did.

“I love you so much. you’re so beautiful”

infinity/10

-makes me feel loved and special

-i get all fuzzy inside

-makes sure i know he truly loves me

The night breeze filters in through the window JJ had snuck into not long before. The gentle wind wraps around the pair of you, holding you just as tight as JJ holds you as you rock your hips against him. Your chests are flush together, JJ peppering open mouth kisses across your throat while you throw your head back in bliss.

His hands are splayed across your back, helping you pick up the pace. He detaches from your neck, looking up at you, absolutely stunning in the moonlight like the goddess you were.

“I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. You smile down at him and caress his cheek, trying to avoid the large bruise adorning his face. Leaning down, you’re lips mold together like puzzle pieces, perfectly matched.

“I love you too,” You whisper back.

“you’re mine”

100/10

-yes i am

-love my possessive man

-made sure everyone else knew too

You scream as JJ relentlessly pounds into you. His hand grasps your neck from behind, pushing you down face first into the bed.

“You think you’re so cute flirting with him in front of me, huh?” He snarls, slapping your ass. You simply moan in response, noise muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in. He slaps you ass again, harder, and you screams.

“You’re mine,” He growls, slapping you again before pulling you up slightly and leaning down so his mouth is by your ear. “I’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.”

He bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, leaving a dark mark. You knew there were several more already littering your body, and you’d have more by the time the night was over.

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