#obx x y/n

[moremaybank]

thinking about rafe cameron giving his girl booty rubs. his large palms aren't nearly enough to hold the ample amount of flesh in them. in fact, this is the one time where they're incapable of taking up all the space available. he kneads the doughy flesh with strong hands, pulling them apart so he can sneak a peak at your folds. the more he squeezes and plays with the full cheeks of your bum, the more arousal he watches seep out of your hole. he bites at the cheeks, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave prints behind on your soft skin. he sucks harshly enough to leave behind hickies, slaps them to watch the blood rise to your skin and turn your flesh crimson and raw. his cock grows against his pelvis as it's restrained by the cotton of his boxers, jumping and straining to be nestled in the snug comfort of your sopping walls. he watches with pride as you rut your hips against the mattress beneath you, trying to gain friction against your poor, neglected clit. you whine out for him, begging for him to stop dragging out the foreplay and just satisfy you the way only he knows how. but he denies you as if it's nothing to him. his thumbs string along the insides of your cheeks, each time creeping closer and closer of your pussy. he spreads your folds, watching more slick pool from you until your core looks like a glazed dessert laid out just for him. glistening, awaiting his arrival. he can smell your sweetness, his tastebuds salivating the more he thinks about feeling you coat his tongue. "so wet, angel..." he breathes, the pad of his thumb pushing into you just slightly. "you need daddy's cock that bad?" he rises onto his knees, shoving his boxers out of the way and drawing his cock out. he lines himself up with your entrance. "bet if i just slipped myself inside..." he murmured, narrating his actions as he sheathed himself into you. he hissed in content, closing his eyes as he wet his lips. his balls kissed your bum, and he was elated by the cries escaping you. "see that? yeah. soaked 'n tight 'cause my whore needs to be fucked until she's broken."

concepts ; concepts ii

[ervotica]

thinkin about a hidden relationship w best friend’s brother!rafe — lol this is so unserious but i <3 rafe

perspiration clings to your every pore as you saunter into the kitchen with a swish of your hips, clad in a tiny triangular bikini that barely covers your peaked nipples. rafe cops an eyeful as you lift an arm to push your hair out of your face, scowling before he eats the space between you and presses his chest to your bare back.

“why you parading around in this shit, huh?” he rasps in your ear, a broad palm snaking down to palm at the globe of your ass. the sides of your boobs are visible, spilling from the sides of the flimsy material, every movement sending you closer to a nip slip. rafe curses his sister; if it weren’t for her, he’d have his way with you right over the kitchen counter.

“i’m tanning.” you roll your eyes as if it’s obvious, tipping back your head to take a long sip of water.

“slut,” he seethes.

“prick,” you trill back, a perky grin cracking your expression; he fights his own amused smile, pinching your exposed side until you squeal and leap away from him. you brush past him, every inch of your skin begging to be touched, groped with hands and teeth and lips.

“come back here,” he demands; you blow him a kiss as you make your way back to the pool to lounge with sarah, balancing a cap precariously on top of your head until loose wisps curl around your ears where they’re pressed flat to your temples. you wiggle your fingers through the open doorway in a taunt.

bending down, you set your drink down by the edge of the pool and before you can straighten yourself, a pair of warm hands grab at your sides, lifting you and spinning until you’re moved out of his path; your head spins. rafe grins, sticking his middle finger up in a gesture that has your nose crinkling in disdain even as heat prickles up your spine from his touch alone. sarah groans.

“stop bothering her, you perv!” she yells, and you dip your head to hide the flush that creeps over your neck and heats your cheeks. she rolls onto her stomach and lays down, eyes falling shut, and rafe takes the opportunity to sneak a filthy kiss, prying your lips open with his tongue and a set of rough digits clamping around your bared throat. his spit clings and stretches across your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“comin’ to my room later, princess?” he whispers; you shoo him away, flustered, but nod regardless.

“get outta here,” you giggle. he winks, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

you wobble your way back over to sarah’s side, lightheaded. she scowls in her brother’s direction.

“he’s such a dickhead,” she murmurs. you snort and roll your eyes.

“tell me about it.”

[cameronspecial]

Rafe Cameron's Masterlist

Series:

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Complete)

Before The Last Petal Falls (Complete)

Let Me, Angel (Anthology)

Assisting In Deception (Complete)

A New Kind Of Normal (In Progress)

Oneshots:

Some People Can Change

I Don’t Share My Candy

Cheese Head

Do You Want Those Things?

The First Son And The First Spare (Part 1)

The Prince Consort And The First Daughter-In-Law (Part 2)

Violation Of Privacy

Bad Friend

The Story Of Them

To Earn Your Love

Really, Rafe?!

Death By Clothes Rack

Stubborn Little Girl

You Deserve Better

Mistakes That Can Be Undone

The People We Used To Be

Blurb:

Boyfriend Rules

I'm Here

Fight or Flight

Summer Secrets

The Lesson (Part 1)

The Lesson (Part 2)

Rafe To The Rescue

Pretty Girl

I Want To Be With You (Part 1)

I Want To Be Your Boyfriend (Part 2)

Miscommunicated Silence

The Lies You Tell The Other Woman (Part 1)

The Lies She Tells Herself (Part 2)

Pretty Abs

Picture Perfect Snow Globe

Shit Friends

Clingy Bitch

You Are My Lover

His Saviour

Too Big

Two Happy Kitties

Violation of Privacy

No Recognition

Rafe’s First Love

Who Do You Love?

Dude, That's My Sister

Don't Know How To Show I Care

Hammocks, Massages and Cookies

Missed Connections

Fading Memories

Her Wildest Dreams

Can't Deal With Your Shit

Dirty Floors and Wrinkly Hands

One Lock, Two Locks, Three Locks More

My Particular Girl

Maniac

Candle-Lit Dinners

Cute Asshole (Part 1)

Cute Pogue (Part 2)

You Will Always Be My Business

Matching Hair

I Know

The Help

Bow

Mrs. Cameron All But In Name

At Her Beck And Call

Ghost Of A Memory

The Speed Of Light

Musical Chairs

Smell My Shirt

Neverending Texts

Burning Obsession

Little Subway Things

Oedipus Rex

Red Light Kisses

Lifting My Own Weight

Headcanon:

Anxiety Whisperer

[drewsephrry]

kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

[undercovercameron]

stamina

summary: you have a tiny bit of an issue that can only be resolved through intercourse. no, really.

notes: hello everybody i have returned after a month and a half and this one just simply popped into my head today! i would say i have no idea why but ive been watching clips of the other zoey on tiktok and they’ve corrupted me… cabin in the woods with drew starkey? till the walls crumble. features: choking kink, explicit language, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, and generally rough sex. enjoy my darlings

tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2859

You don’t know exactly when it started, but your little problem had become a real nuisance.

You just know the first time it happened, however long ago, made Rafe Cameron finally fall in love with you. Hey, it took months of him fighting with himself about you and struggling with a multitude of other family issues, but the day did finally come. It was glorious, you remember that. But this long repeated issue was kind of impeding your sex life. Well, it was affecting your sex life that actually had been affecting your sleep and caffeine and food patterns. It was a big ole circle. You even had been feeling faint due to the excessive cardio.

The issue wasn’t as much an issue as it was one of Rafe’s favorite things about you, turns out. And he wasn’t afraid to show it. Well, make you show it.

You two had dozed on the couch for a little more than an hour, your head pressed to his shoulder and your body curled around the side of his. He had an arm caging you to him, fingers splayed across the curve of your abdomen. Turns out, some documentary his younger sister recommended wasn’t as interesting as you two thought.

The TV makes a loud beeping noise, and Rafe jerks awake at the intrusion. His hand not pressed to your (now exposed) stomach rubs at his eyes, blinking rapidly. Christ. It’s late.

The fire beneath your TV crackles, and he can feel the slight warmth from it on his cheeks.

This was his Aunt Meredith’s house, and she was letting the two of you stay in it for a little while as a makeshift fall break. You’d slept three nights so far in this big wooden mansion, but you could hardly say you felt rested. You always were taking futile catch-up naps throughout the day in front of this lovely fireplace.

Rafe’s movement makes you phase into consciousness, eyes coming into focus as your ears adjust too.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, stretching both his hands up above his head. The hem of his shirt lifts, just a little taste. You blink at him. “What?” His face splits into a grin and his eyes close as his muscles flex and relax.

“You know what.” Your lips twitch and you look teasingly up at him.

“Mm, I don’t think I know what you mean.” His hand brushes the hair from the side of your face not facing him, and he pulls away slightly to thumb at your chin. “Could you explain?”

“No,” you sigh, pulling yourself up slightly with a hand pressed to the seat cushions. Your leg curls once again around one of his as you turn towards him. You relax against the back cushions, eyes on his face. “No.” Your eyebrows raise, challenging.

“I don’t think you want me to have to make you explain,” he mutters, sliding down to a little above your eye level. His eyes stay on yours.

“I don’t think you could if you wanted to.” Your eyes snap back to the TV, pulling your legs away from his. “I’m trying to watch this.” You grab the remote from the ottoman and turn it up. Rafe just watches you earnestly.

You're about sixty long seconds into “watching the documentary” with your feet up until you feel Rafe’s breath on you. His lips meet your forehead, ghosting a kiss to your skin, before sliding down to your temple. You try your best to remain focused. But his opposite hand from you (always his hand) slides up your waist to settle near your collarbone, fingers lightly pressing into your shoulder. His lips migrate to your jaw, and then your neck. You fight a shiver.

You feel yourself tilting your head around to satisfy this position, eyes falling closed briefly before snapping back open. You grip his wrist.

“Rafe,” you say, but what you thought was confident just sounds weak.

He hums, mouth pressing to your neck and getting into dangerous hickey territory, and your eyes just close. It feels so good, this man leaving you breathless and pliant. It makes you so weak.

“You know you want to,” Rafe murmurs, eyes moving up to your face, and he relishes in your intake of breath.

Your fingers find his jaw and cheek and you pull his mouth up to yours, finally kissing him like you need. He makes a noise into your mouth, triumphant, and his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you, sliding you onto the long part of the L sofa, and follows you with his forehead pressed to yours and his lips so close but so far. You pant up into him.

He slides further between your legs, parting them with a hand behind your knee, and you let out a content sigh when you feel the weight of him. The weight of that.

His hand finds your throat and then he’s leaning over you, hips pressed to yours and kissing away your sounds softly. His hips rock forward into where the seam of your sweatpants is, and your moan is swallowed. You grip tight on the hand on your neck, squeezing your eyes tight. It shouldn’t feel this good, this quick.

You cant your hips up into his, sloppily matching his rhythm, and your cheeks flush when your heart beats heavily in your throat. His mouth parts from yours and slides wetly down to your upper chest, the neck of your slightly cropped sweatshirt pushed away. You just gasp above him, hips picking up. The slide of his pants is so perfect on your clit, and you feel your blood pumps at the place he squeezes you around your middle.

You recognize what he’s doing, now. His fingers press into your abdomen, pushing it up and down and up and down, and you push your hand on top of your mouth to muffle the embarrassing cries you’re letting out.

His head raises from your collarbone, lips wet and pink, and he tugs your wrist down.

“I need to hear you, baby.” And then he’s pulling back to shove your sweatpants off of you and to the floor between the couch and the ottoman. He dips back down, mouth and hand insistent upon you, and he digs a hand into the crotch of your underwear. Your hands flail for a moment, useless, and settle on gripping his shoulder and the arm that pins you to the cushions.

“Rafe,” you sputter, head pushing hard back against the cushions. Your hair is messy and probably tangled with this friction, but you don’t have even half a thought to care. “Please, Rafe, don’t stop.” Your back arches, trying to push your body tight against his. He tries not to grin above you, watching your face contort at his touch. His fingers slide in your slickness, an embarrassing amount, and your throat catches a breath. The tension in your abdomen twists.

“I thought you wanted to watch the show, sweetheart.” Two of his fingertips push past your slit easily and curl. He bites his lip above you, loving the look on your face. You squeeze your eyes even harder, fist clenching in his shirt. Your heart beats louder and louder until—

“And we’re going to practice your stamina, too.” His voice is raspy when he pulls away.

There it is. The issue. Your not-so-issue-but-sorta-an-issue issue. Yes. You had been having trouble—well, stopping. Your libido was extremely high, you had a very sexy man at your disposal who liked to please you, you were confident in your body, so why not?

Why not is because your body was sore constantly. Between your legs was the perfect amount of sore, but still sore. You had trouble sleeping and drank more coffee and energy drinks. Rafe, ever the giver, obliged you always. He liked to fuck. He really liked to fuck you. So it was a terrible, terrible cycle. You were really starting to wonder about your self control. So it makes sense that maybe you should consider working on it.

But Rafe deciding that right now? The second he finally fingers you? It makes your head spin.

Literally, as when you sit up your vision is flooded with spots.

“What the fuck?” You croak, sounding miserable, and your eyes look up at him, almost teary. (Hey— you really like what he does to you.)

“You’re fine, baby, you’re fine. I just want what’s best for you.” He pulls away from your neck, instead smoothing a hand from your sternum to your hips.

“What are you, a fucking counselor?” You grump, eyebrows furrowed, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Better start being grateful, Y/N. You know how I get.”

He settles onto his stomach, keeping your legs loose around him as he bends to kiss you. You kiss back, still annoyed but also still wildly turned on, and you can’t help but curl a hand around his neck and up into his hair. His lips part from yours and start their trek downwards.

His hands push your sweatshirt up when he gets to right above your belly button, and his touch is light on your sensitive skin. You close your eyes in the nice feeling.

His fingers curl around where your thigh meets your ass, pressing tight into the muscle, and you reflexively lift them up and settle them down onto his shoulders. Sneaky. His mouth finds your inner thighs then, biting into the flesh, and you successfully fight a shiver. His breath is hot on the crotch of your panties.

His fingers find the hem of the fabric, eyes settling briefly on yours before tugging your panties to the side and getting his mouth on you.

You immediately moan— figures. You push your head up slightly, wanting to see, and his head shakes between your legs, hair tickling your thighs as you whine. So hot it should be illegal.

One of Rafe’s hands crawls up your flesh to your chest, fingers finding the underside of your tit and cupping it. He squeezes right as his tongue curls into your seam and he shakes his head again. You nearly shriek but slap.a hand over your mouth, no punishment in your future with his hand on your tit and the other gripping your outer thigh.

Well, you were wrong for the second time tonight. First, thinking your loving boyfriend would give you an orgasm when you wanted one, and second when you assume the same very boyfriend wouldn’t do things simply to piss you off or edge you. Rafe reaches up with the hand previously on your thigh and grabs your wrist. He snags the other one and presses them tight against your lower abdomen, eyes fiery. Your blood surges hot in your veins and the tension in your abdomen resurfaces.

You just flex your legs and bring them further up, wanting your seemingly increasingly distant misery to end.

He hums in approval at that, the feeling making your pelvis vibrate; and you try desperately to suck in a breath. It feels so good, you don’t know how to last longer. Your head slowly tilts to the side, a little tired, and your glazed eyes meet the TV screen again.

Your third folly. Thinking Rafe Cameron would let you live any mistake down.

“Oh, you wanna watch it now?” He pulls away, spitting at your pussy, and an eyebrow quirks. You just still, not sure of the direction here. “Okay. Watch it.” He licks you once, twice, and pulls away slowly. You turn your head, wanting to gauge his reaction, but he pushes your head back towards the TV with his hand. You see in your peripheral him pushing down the waistband of his pants. Your eyes flinch ever so slightly towards him, and he smacks lightly at your outer thigh.

“Watch it, since you wanted to so bad.” He pulls his dick out from his underwear and spits into his hand. His gaze is locked on your pink face, waiting for you to react. He moves his hand tantalizingly slowly, knowing you can see the movement. You pant, catching your breath, and he just watches your chest heave.

His heart rate catches when he gets the full sight of you, open and wide in front of him with dirty panties and your sweatshirt rucked up to expose your bare chest. It makes him even harder.

“What are they talking about right now?” His eyes bore into the side of your face, hand moving steadily still.

“Uh-h, whales.” Your voice cracks and you swallow. He doesn’t laugh like you think he will, he just bends down and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Doing so good.” It’s so quiet you think you miss it. He kisses you full on when you tilt up to him, neck straining at the angle.

He finally, finally pushes his weight onto you, dick pressed tight against your pelvis. You meet his mouth again and groan at the feeling, moving your body in a way you hope feels good. His jaw clenches, which is a good sign.

“You do it, you want it so bad,” he murmurs, lips hovering over your cheek bone. “Since you can’t ever have enough, baby.”

You exhale through your nose, concentrating, and push your hand down. You fumble for a second but eventually get your hips angled in a way to where he can sink into you. He does, pushing against your hips, and slides easily all the way to the hilt.

He groans openly, eyes closed for a moment, and you choke on a moan. So deep, so fast that it steals the breath from your throat.

On second thought, Rafe’s hand finds its place on your throat as the other braces against your hip.

“So wet,” he says through his apparent awe, bottom lip drooping slightly. You revel in the look on his face. He’s all pink and dewy, it makes you sweat. He pushes forward, a bruising strength in his hips, and you feel yourself be pushed up an inch on the couch.

He follows you and lowers himself slightly, keeping you in place as he jerks sloppily into you, overwhelmed by sensation. You curl your leg around his waist, fingers interwoven in his hair as he dips to kiss you. He pants into your mouth, hot and demanding. You just arch your back, feeling him squeeze hard at the flesh of your waist as you clench around him.

You do it again, loving the reaction, and bite your lip as he chokes slightly in surprise. His hips slow, the sounds of your hurried panting slowing as well, but he goes twice as hard. With the intent to bruise, you think. Probably. He would love that.

His eyebrow arches slightly before he’s burying his face in your neck and really giving you his all. You feel the muscles flex on his back where you press your hands, mouth open and wide and silent. Your eyes roll back into your head as he lets go of your neck and fixes his grasp on your hip.

“Rafe,” you gasp, barely getting a comprehensible sound out. “Yes, shit, baby.” Your man, finally treating you so well.

“Let me hear you,” he says, hot in your ear, and reaches down to rub that one spot he’s memorized the location of. He’s a little too familiar, as we know.

You inhale and exhale shakily, and then you’re silent and your head is pushing back into the cushions. Your body floods with feeling, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. Your toes curl. You feel like you’re floating.

It’s on the come down that you moan shakily and it turns into a bashful laugh.

“Fuck,” you whine, and his thrust turns into his last as he buries himself up to the hilt and groans in a staccato. You feel him catch your shoulder slightly as he bites the cushion, muscles slowing.

“Fuck.” He desperately tries to catch his breath. He peels himself slightly from you, sitting up.

His vision comes back into focus, and it’s then that he notices the marks on your neck. He thumbs an especially red one, eyes scanning your face.

“Oops.”

“You’re an idiot.” But you smile.

“Hey, we traded,” he says, pulling away completely from you and standing up with a stumble. He winces as he pushes his shoulder blades to meet.

“How’s that?” You ask, thinking you’re humoring him. You sit up, bringing your now cold and damp panties back to where they should lie and pulling your shirt down. You’re just realizing how cold it is in here.

“My back hurts like a bitch, and you have hickeys. Plus I didn’t let you cum so we practiced that. Boom.” He gestures wildly and lets his hands smack back down to his sides. You just stare at him.

“You are the weirdest motivational coach I’ve ever met, young man.”

“Don’t call me a young man.” He turns towards the primary bedroom you’d been sleeping in and disappears into the darkness. “I fuck like I’m 35.”

[maybnksdoll]

jj maybank is the type of boyfriend ♡

1. sends pics of him and any of his friends with texts like "bro wants to see u baby"

2. no matter where he is, if hes with you, he will always (i mean ALWAYS) bring his gun in his bag or pockets. even if you tell him to not bring it, he would always excuse himself saying "just in case babydoll, imma not letting any dude touch you".

3. every anniversary he would just make a mess on the kitchen to make only two little cupcakes with pink frosting with tiny flags that says "happy _th aniversary ♡" (frequently he just burns them a little, only a little).

4. he would use cute nicks with u like "babydoll" "little one" "my angel/baby" or "cupcake" just cuz he loves seeing u all shy and blushed.

5. good morning and good night texts, ALWAYS.

6. talking about texts, if youre with your friends (and visceversa) every 10 minutes he would text u like "what is my baby doing".

7. when he used to fight with his father he would just come to your house asking ur parents if youre there, and then goes running to your room and hugs u and cries about the fight.

8. dreams to adopt a puppy with u.

9. actually he teached you how to surf, he would just put you in front of him in his surf board and take your waist UGGGGGHGH i love him.

10. and after it, you two just sit together in the surft board a little far away from the beach and talk about anything.

11. when he goes shopping he has an instinct of what do u want from the supermarket, even if u didnt told him to bring you anything.

12. has a BIG photo album of polaroids of you two on trips, on the twinkie, you two eating etc (im totally sure he has a lot of them he taked of you while you didnt noticed).

13. has your initials on his motorcycle.

14. you two have a "cuddle day" monthly. you two just lie in bed while watching some movie/serie, eating sweet treats and cuddling, literally all day (he takes this day like RELIGIOUSLY)

15. when youre with him and the pogues, they would always tease him cause he always talks about you when youre not there.

this is my first time writing so im sorry if it isnt cute or smthing tot

with love, bunny 🩷

[countryclubkook]

Tight skirts and parties

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut. degradation, mean rafe, language, rafe calls himself daddy, pure filth, cream pies, no condom (it’s not mentioned but reader is on birth control), rafe thinks about making a sex tape, nicknames, if i need to any anything else please let me know! NSFW 18+ ONLY

Summary: When you show up to Rafe’s party wearing that tight little skirt and top he likes so much, he has to show you that you belong to him in every way possible.

do not copy, translate or repost my fics as if they are your own to any third party sites. all work on this page belongs to ME @countryclubkook. likes, comments, and reblogs here are always appreciated🤍

Rafe had pulled you into the bathroom faster than you expected. Sure you’d shown up to his party wearing that tight little skirt he loved so much and that top that fit you just right, but he barely lasted five minutes.

“You think you’re cute huh? You just want everyone to see what’s mine? Such a needy little whore, don’t worry baby, i’ll give you what you want so fucking bad” he’d whispered in your ear while undoing his belt and discarding his pants and boxers before pulling your skirt up. You waited for his reaction and then…

“No panties? What a naughty thing you are” a harsh slap against your ass and then to your pussy had you gripping the sink, your knuckles white.

“All I’m hearing is a whole lot of talk Cameron, maybe your dick just isn’t good enough so you have to stall” that was a lie, Rafe was the only person that ever made you cum until you were seeing stars, his cock was more than good enough, but it was fun to provoke him.

“Oh is that so? Should I take you back out to the party, fuck you like the dirty slut you are in front of everyone and let them all see how easily I wreck that pretty head and pussy of yours? Show them all that you’re mine” he’d shoved his cock inside your dripping hole at the last word he spoke causing you to let out a loud moan of surprise.

“Fuck Rafe, a little warning next time yeah?” you panted out. He only laughed and grabbed a fistful of your hair to pull your head back against his shoulder. His lips moved down your neck and to your shoulders before moving back up, right next to your ears, as he left marks all over your skin.

“You wanted this princess. You get no kind of warnings or mercy tonight, might even keep you here and treat you like a little fuck toy all night. How’s that sound?” the small whimper you let out and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him told him you loved the thought of that.

“Please Rafe, want it so bad” he’d managed to break you down into a begging and desperate mess in just one thrust.

“Begging already? So pathetic, one thrust,” another harsh thrust into your pussy “and you’re already begging to be used”

You tried to protest but his cock was hitting the perfect spot inside you making it hard to form any words. His grip on your hair was tight and your makeup had smudged significantly as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Rafe had his eyebrows furrowed together as he let out small groans at each snap of his hips, your mouth was hung open as whimpers fell out harmonizing with him. It was a filthy scene, the only sounds being heard were your moans mixed together, skin slapping, the wet filthy sounds of your pussy being fucked into tomorrow, if Rafe could have it filmed he would. Maybe he would the next time you had sex, he’d prop his phone up on his nightstand and record all the pretty faces and sounds you make while being used like a whore. Make sure to grab it and get nice and close to where his cock connected with your dripping hole and pull all the way out before teasing you with just the tip so he could hear you beg for it over and over again. But right now he needed to focus on the present moment and the fact that he was very close to filling you up with his cum.

“R-rafe” you squeaked, that knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter with each harsh thrust. His hand moved from your hair to your throat and squeezed it just tight enough to restrict your breathing, but not to the point it hurt you (more than you liked at least).

“Yeah? You close pretty girl, going to cum all over my cock and milk me dry?” his moaned into your ear loving the way you whimpered.

“Fuck! Yes” you whined out knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer.

“Fucking greedy whore. You want all my cum baby? Want me to fill you up so full and let you go back out there with my cum leaking down your thighs for everyone to see?” he lifted one of your legs to get deeper and you nearly collapsed from the new angle. He moved one hand to your hip and the other to right under your breasts, groping them roughly, to keep you standing.

“Please Rafe, need to cum so bad”

“Fucking cum then baby, make a mess for daddy” the nickname did something to you, sure you’d thought about calling him that and the two of you had lightly teased each other after you’d accidentally let it slip once, but it had never gone farther than that.

This orgasm felt different than ones you’d had before, it was longer and it made your head spin. You felt Rafe fill you up, the moaning from him making you even more dizzy than you were, before he gave a few more small thrusts and gently pulled out. You let a small gasp and whimper out at the now empty feeling and heard him chuckle in amazement.

“What’s so funny Cameron?” you turned around to look at him when you realized his thighs were soaked, your face instantly turned red in embarrassment. “Oh my god Rafe i’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened. I really didn’t mean to I-“ but he cut you off with a kiss.

“Baby, that was so. Fucking. Hot. You just squirted for me” excitement evident in his voice and you suddenly felt less embarrassed at what just happened.

“Oh yeah? You’ll have to make it happen again” you gave him a flirty wink before bending down to suck his cock clean.

“No need for that baby, there’s more important things needing to be done” the smirk on his face should have told you he was up to something, but you were still slightly too fucked out to care.

“And what would that be…daddy” you were pushing his limits, you should have known better.

“You’re going to go back out there and enjoy the party, you stay by my side the whole night, and you enjoy the feeling of my cum inside your needy cunt. If it starts to drip, you leave it there or so help me i’ll bend you over the fucking table in front of everyone here and fuck you full of cum over and over and over until you pass out from overstimulation. You’re staying here tonight baby, you’re all mine” your eyes went wide, his face was dead serious and you didn’t want to push anymore. You knew he’d make it hell for you later if you did.

“Yes sir” your voice was small as you nodded. He gave you a cocky smile and a gentle kiss before pulling your skirt down and walking you back out to the party.

“Yo Cameron! We’ve been waiting for you two to finish fucking, come check this out” Kelce hollered causing you to hide your face in your hands as embarrassment flooded over you. Rafe just gave you a smirk before hollering back.

“On my way man!” before dragging you over with him, his cum slowly starting to drip down your inner thighs. Fuck, you were in for a long night.

[theemporium]

rafe request: reader and rafe are a couple ro something but she knows he and sofia have been with eachother so at the party she gets jealous, angst -> smut -> fluff <3

“C’mon, don’t be like this.” 

“Leave me alone, Rafe.” 

“Not until you talk to me.” 

“I don’t wanna talk to you.”

This had been going on for the better part of the last half an hour. The party was still thriving downstairs, most guests oblivious to the tension just a few floors above them but more than enough saw the way you stormed up over thirty minutes ago, with Rafe Cameron quickly following you. 

Things with Rafe had been…complicated, to say the best. There weren’t really labels or talks of exclusivity, but there was a mutual understanding that it was just you two for the last few weeks since you had started whatever game it was going on between you. 

Or at least you assumed it was mutual. That was until you walked into the party to see some pogue waitress—Sofia, you believed her name was—all over him and Rafe doing nothing to put a stop to it. The whispers of them hooking up in the past told you more than you needed to know before you were storming upstairs, ignoring the way the blond was calling your name behind you.

“What are you doing?” Rafe asked as he stood in the doorway, watching you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“What does it look like I’m doing?” you snapped back, not even bothering to look at him as you continued to shove clothes and other belongings you had left around his room into a duffel bag. 

“Hey, hey,” he was quick to move towards the bed, pulling the duffel bag away from you. “What the fuck?” 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you hissed at him, reaching for your bag and growling when he pulled it away from your reach. “Go have fun with your little waitress, I’m not really in the mood to be made a fool of.” 

Rafe paused. “It’s not like that—”

“Oh, so she wasn’t two seconds away from sucking your dick in front of everyone?” you retorted with raised brows. 

“I don’t care about her,” Rafe said with a sigh. “Not like I care about you.” 

“You fucked her,” you stated bluntly. 

“And now I only fuck you,” Rafe said as he stepped around the bed, hands finding your waist as he tugged you closer to him despite the fact you tried to pull away from him. “I promise, baby, it’s just you.” 

Your eyes narrowed. “Do you really think I’m dumb enough to believe that? She was all over you, Rafe, and you didn’t stop her!” 

“I know, I know,” Rafe murmured as he ducked his head down to meet your gaze. “And I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve thought about how that would make you feel.” 

“Yeah, would you like it if I had a guy all over me? Some dude I fucked a few times?” 

Rafe’s eyes darkened, hands tightening their grip on your waist. “No. No, I fucking wouldn’t.”

“Exactly,” you grumbled and tried to move out of his hold but Rafe didn’t let you, instead making you walk back until you hit the wall. “Let me go, Rafe.” 

“I can’t do that, baby,” he murmured as his head dipped down, pressing soft kisses along your neck. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” 

“How do I know you won’t do it again?” you gritted your teeth together. “How do I know you aren’t fucking her?” 

“I’m not. I wouldn’t,” Rafe said against your skin, hands already pushing the fabric of your tank up so he could touch the bare skin of your stomach. “Don’t wanna fuck anybody but you.” 

You let out a laugh. 

“I mean it, baby, I’m gonna prove it to you,” he whispered as he slowly kneeled down in front of you, hands on the back of your thighs as he stared up at you. “You’re it for me, princess. Just me and you.” 

“Is that what you said to Sofia too?” you remarked, unable to hide the bitter tone of your voice.

“No, those words are just for you,” Rafe told you, eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. 

He didn’t look away as his fingers found the button of your shorts and quickly undid them. He didn’t look away as he tugged your panties down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. He didn’t look away as he hiked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses along your inner thighs before his mouth latched onto your cunt. 

“You’re it f’me,” he murmured against you, tongue lapping along your slit as you let out a shaky breath. “You’re the only girl for me.” 

“Rafe,” you choked out when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. 

His hands squeezed your ass, pulling you closer towards him as you shook and squirmed under his touch. He let out a small groan as you began to chant his name, ringed fingers slowly pushing into you as you rolled your hips against his face. He didn’t let you go even after you came all over his face, loving the way you sobbed his name as you tried to wiggle away from him. 

Rafe Cameron was fucking obsessed with you and he would be damned if he would let you get away. 

“My pretty girl,” he muttered as he pressed a kiss on your sensitive clit, smiling softly at the whine you let out. “Not letting you leave this room until you believe me.”

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[juneberrie]

my girl 🩹 john b. routledge

based on this request ✉️ john b is so yummy tbh. can I request something with him and shy!reader? maybe ur at a party or hanging out with his friends and he notices you’re overwhelmed so he takes you outside for some quiet + kisses 💗

pairing 🧸 john b. routledge x shy!fem!reader

warnings 💭 mentions of drinking, mostly fluff + kisses, 0.495k words

parties weren't typically your scene. you would rather have stayed home, curled up on the couch with your boyfriend and watching a movie. of course, it was said boyfriend who had practically gotten on his knees begging for you to come this party.

compared to every other party the pogues threw, this was was relatively low-key. it was just the seven of you guys, plus a few of your classmates from school. that being said, the house was still packed. kie and sarah were out in the middle of the living room, dancing along to the music. cleo was arguing with pope over something, you couldn't hear what they were saying but it looked light hearted. jj was feeling up some girl on the couch, his red solo cup forgotten on the table.

john b was over with one of his other friends from school when he noticed you standing in the corner, nursing a cup of water and picking at your nails. he smiled, gave his friend a fist bump, and made his way over to you, his expression turning to one of concern.

"you alright, babe?" he asked, gently grabbing your hips and pulling you into his chest protectively.

you nodded, then shrugged and shook your head. "there're a lot of people," you mumbled, taking a sip from your drink.

he sighed and rubbed your waist with his thumb. "you wanna go outside?" he asked, looking down at you. you looked past him at the sliding doors and the porch.

"mhm," you hummed quietly. "that'd be nice."

he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "c'mon." he pushed through the crowd, a protective arm around you, and slid open the door. he pulled it shut and smiled at you. he sat down in one of the wicker chairs and pulled you to sit on his lap. he looked up at you, smiling softly. he put his hand in your lap and let you fidget with his fingers. "better?" he asked.

the night was quiet, the only sound being your breathing, the sound of whatever insects were out there, and the muffled sound of the bass reverberating through the house.

you nodded, playing with his fingers. he hummed and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

"you're adorable," he said.

you smiled softly, still playing with his fingers. "you can go back inside, if you want to," you offered quietly. "i know you were looking forward to this party."

he shook his head and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "nah. i'd rather be out here with you."

you glanced at him for a second before looking back down at his hand in your lap. "john b..."

he shakes his head again. "i want to stay with you," he insists. "i'd rather be out here with my girl rather than with a bunch of drunk assholes."

you turned to him, smiling. " 'my girl?' " you questioned. he gently cupped your cheeks and kissed your nose.

"my girl."

[sarahmysweetie]

rafe and y/n on their honeymoon!!! are you kidding me? he would spoil her rotten on that honeymoon! i cannot wait to see what your brilliant mind writes for this. i love you <33

Honeymoon

Rafe Cameron x Wife!reader

Hiii thank you so much for the request, i loved this idea and loved writing it so i hope you love it too<3

Warnings: just slight cursing

The taxi driver opens the car trunk and Rafe helps him pull out our suitcases. I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from the shining hot sun. I look at our hotel. Through the wide glass doors i see a receptionist greeting and checking-in the visitors. Rafe tips the taxi driver and i try to grab my suitcase.

"Nah i got it", Rafe says and grabs them both.

"You sure?" i smile and he nods. We walk inside and i immediately feel relief from the hot weather of Italy. My heels knock on the floor and i grab the hem of my dress as i step down the few stairs. Rafe is right behind me with our suitcases.

"You can go sit while i check us in", he tells me and kisses my cheek. I sit down on a comfortable armchair and Rafe leaves our suitcases next to me.

"Would you like some refreshment?" i hear and turn my head. There is a sweet lady with a tray full of drinks.

"Thank you", i smile and she carefully hands me one. She leaves and offers a drink to a couple that just walked in. I sip the drink. It tastes like fresh lemons. I look at my husband handling our reservation. It’s always been my dream to have my honeymoon in Italy. When we started to plan the trip, Rafe told me that he would be taking care of everything. First it was hard for me to not get involved and to not stress about the plane tickets and reservations, but then i learned to just trust Rafe and let him handle everything. I’m lost in my thoughts when i feel a hand on my shoulder. 

“Third floor”, Rafe says, waving the key cards in front of my face.

Our room is large and spacious. There is a king size bed and an antique style balcony. I open the balcony door and step outside. The views are beautiful. I can see the pool below us, but when i lift my gaze, i see the beautiful blue sea. I feel Rafe stepping out behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You happy?" he asks while swaying us from side to side.

"So happy", i whisper.

"What do you wanna do now?" Rafe spins me around. I look at his deep blue eyes that remind me of the sea.

"I want to swim."

I change to my new blue bikini with golden details. I look at my reflection in the mirror and suck my stomach in.

"Nah don't do that shit you look great", i hear Rafe saying. I look at him through the mirror, taking off his shirt and looking back at me with only swimming shorts on.

"Why did i eat all that chocolate at the airport?" i groan and squeeze my stomach, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Cause you were hungry and you like chocolate", Rafe says as he puts his slippers on.

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You always look beautiful. Now, let's relax and have fun", he places his hand on my waist pulling me to his side. I look up at him and he pecks my lips. I smile and we walk out holding hands.

We decide to stay at the pool, the sea can wait. The beach is filled with kids running and splashing around and there is only few people at the pool so the decision wasn't hard. I lay down on a sun lounger, putting my shades on.

"You need sunscreen", Rafe says sitting down a lounger next to me, opening a bottle. I smile and sit up, turning my back at him. I feel his warm hands spreading sunscreen all over my back. I close my eyes as he massages my sore muscles. When he's done, i turn around and he squeezes the cream on my hand. I spread it all over my arms, legs and body.

"Your turn", i say and start massaging the sunscreen on my husbands back. I peck a kiss on his jaw when i'm done. We lie down on the sun loungers, but then i remember.

"Shit, i forgot my facial sunscreen inside. I can't use this, it will give me pimples", i sit up and take off my sunglasses.

"No, no, i can go get it", Rafe shoots up.

"It's fine you don't have to do everything for me" i resist and grab him by his arm.

"But i want to", Rafe insists and gently pushes my body back down. I sigh and smile, closing my eyes again.

I guess i fell asleep, cause i wake up to something touching my face. I open my eyes and see Rafe's face. He is spreading the cream on my face, carefully stroking my cheeks. I almost start laughing. He is spoiling me rotten.

"Shh, don't laugh, i don't wanna get this in your mouth", Rafe smiles, looking focused. I obediently close my mouth, trying to control my expression but still smile.

"Don't think this would taste pretty good", he mumbles under his breath.

"How did i manage to fall asleep in that time?", i wonder.

"It took me pretty long, i also got us drinks", Rafe passes me a red drink with a straw.

"Thank you sweetie", i reach my hand and grab it. Rafe smiles as i sip the drink.

I'm not sure how long we spent at the pool. We swam and lied on the loungers, until Rafe said that we should probably head back inside.

"Why?" i ask as i stand up and wrap my towel around me.

"We got a dinner reservation at seven", he answers me.

"Really? Where?" i start getting excited. I grab Rafe's wrist. He is the one who always wears a watch, i always forget to. I slightly bend his arm and my head to see the clock from the right angle. 5:30. I'm glad that Rafe remembered to give me time to get ready.

"You'll see where", Rafe grins.

"Not you keeping me on my toes", i smile and look at him, trying to read his face. He just shrugs his shoulders, looking smug and proud.

"Can you zip me up?" i ask and turn my back to Rafe. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and zips up my red dress. He buttons his button-up and then we leave. He told me that the restaurant wasn't far away and i wanted to walk. I hold Rafe's hand as we walk down the street, the air slowly cooling down.

"Here we are", he says and holds the door open for me. I walk inside to the dimly lit restaurant. There is some people eating and chatting, but overall it's very quiet and atmospheric. We walk to a man who greets us smiling.

"Hi, a reservation for Cameron", Rafe says. The waiter browses a list and then puts it down.

"This way sir", he says politely and shows us the way to our table. Rafe pulls me the chair and i sit down smiling. There is pretty flowers and a li candle on the table. The waiter hands us menus, and we thank him.

I ordered my favorite dish. We chatted while we waited for the food, and now we're eating in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you for taking care of everything", i say after a while. Rafe looks up at me and smiles.

"I wanted you to have a fun, nice honeymoon", he says and cuts his steak.

"It's only the first day and i'm already ready to live like this", i laugh.

"At least we still got a week", he smiles.

"But to be honest Rafe, i would be happy everywhere with you", i tell him and he grabs my hand over the table.

"Me too. I really love you, i hope you know that", he squeezes my hand.

"You've made it pretty clear", i smile and look into his eyes.

"And i really love you too."

We are lying on our hotel room bed, my leg draped over Rafe's body. My eyes are closed and my head is resting against his chest.

"I'm really happy to be married to you", Rafe whispers.

"Me too", i say and his hand tighten around my body.

"I had really fun today", i lift my head and kiss his cheek.

"I'm glad that you did. All i want is to make you happy", he says in a sleepy voice.

"You make me so happy", i whisper. Rafe lifts my head up from his chest and presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arm around his neck and place my other hand against his cheek. His hand is in my hair, the other one holding my waist. I could drown into this feeling. I try to put all the love i feel for him in to this kiss, make him know what i feel when i see his face, what i feel when his hands touch me or when we breathe the same air. The kiss becomes more intense and I throw my leg over his body, breaking the kiss for a second, gasping for air before he pulls me back in. My hands go from Rafe's face to his shoulders and back. I feel his hands on my waist, then on my back, and then everywhere. I lose my surroundings as i melt to his touch.

[moremaybank]

jj eating you out for as long as he wants while you squirm around him. your hips rise off the bed, the feeling so overwhelmingly powerful, so good but so fucking much. you squirm, legs shaking vigorously. jj just peers up at you, slipping two fingers into you while this thumb replaces his tongue on your clit for a moment. "where you goin', baby? don't run from me." and he says it so sweetly, voice a little raspy. then he buries his face back in your pussy, lips latching onto your oversensitive bud as he groans in satisfaction at your taste. "not goin' nowhere, pretty girl. now cream on my face."

[ervotica]

rafe with a pogue!reader that just says the most out of pocket, ridiculous shit all the time. he’s perpetually exasperated. you’re jj in female form— really, rafe doesn’t know how he ended up liking you in the first place.

this is him when he looks at u btw

you’re so unserious it actually pains him. he bends over to pick his vape up off of the sidewalk and you air-hump him from behind, with sound effects and everything; you've never seen him move faster, and you squeal when he takes your face in his hands, his brow set deep on his forehead, lips pursed. it pushes your cap halfway off of your head, mussing your already frazzled hair.

"hey, idiot. look at me," he barks, expression hardening as you giggle. you smirk, tongue in cheek.

"what?"

"what the fuck is wrong with you? like actually. you're so fucking weird," he seethes through gritted teeth, unaware of the group of pogues that watch, barely concealing their laughter; you shrug innocently, putting on your best doe eyes for your grumpy boyfriend.

"what are you talking about? i didn't do anything!"

"oh, you didn't do anything?" he parrots; it's something out of a cartoon, truly– his reddened face, pinched features. if you look closely enough, you're sure you'd see steam curling out of his ears.

"nope." you pop the p and he pushes closer to you, crowding your personal space.

"you're a little fucking freak, you know that? you need psychological help."

"yeah, that's fucking rich," you snort, patting his cheek in condescension. you bite his finger when he reaches for your face again. "quit it!" you garble around the digit.

"i can't." he throws his hands up, exasperated as he strides away. "i can't with you."

you grin, scampering after him as he paces. you're bursting at the seams with childlike amusement, skipping happily until you lace your fingers through rafe's. he grumbles something rather unsavoury but still tucks you beneath his arm, scowling as you needle your way into his side.

"gonna be the death of me, kid."

[cutielando]

i'm trying for you ~ rafe cameron

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If Rafe Cameron was anything, he was a softy at heart. 

Only problem was, he didn't know how to voice or express his feelings. Given the environment he had grown up in, it wasn't necessarily a surprise. 

He had Ward as a father, it was all the explanation one would ever need.

Frankly, he hadn't had a reason to get in touch with his feelings for a very long time. He would occasionally hook up with random girls, but it would never turn into something serious.

He just wasn't the type of guy who would be in a relationship.

Until you came along.

He had found a reason to change, to become a better person for you, to try and show you just how much he loved you and appreciated you being in his life.

From the very first moment he had seen you at one of his friend's parties, he knew that he had to get to know you. You were so intriguing to him, he would find himself thinking about you at the most random of times.

The first time you spoke and when he asked you out were imprinted in his mind like it was yesterday.

You in your flowery-themed swimsuit, swimming on your board in front of his house, stopping when you had heard him calling your name.

"What's up?" you had asked him once he had stopped running and came face to face with you.

"What are you doing all the way out here? This is nowhere near your house" Rafe tried to hide how nervous he was while talking to you, not wanting to let you know how nervous he would get in your presence.

Your eyes squinted, wanting to ask how he knew where you lived but decided against it. Your family was rich as fuck so you also lived on Figure 8, it shouldn't be a surprise that the Kooks would know where she lived.

"I was bored, decided to swim around a little and get accustomed to the marsh and everything" you explained, watching him closely with a hint of a smile on your face.

"Well, if you want someone to show you around, I could do that. I could walk with you around the island, show you the best places and then we could get something to eat" he was scratching his head, mentally punching himself because of how childish he sounded.

"I'd really like that" you smiled and nodded, almost chuckling once you noticed how surprised Rafe was.

"Really? Okay, perfect. Give me your phone number so I can text you the details" he said, almost dropping his phone in the process.

You bit your lip and typed in your phone before biding your goodbyes and continuing your activities.

That was the moment when Rafe knew he was a goner. The way you looked at him when he spoke, the smile you would try and hide from him, the twinkle in your eyes and your dimples, he couldn't get you out of his head for days.

When the day of your date came, he was a nervous wreck. He didn't want to screw anything up, knowing that he couldn't lose you because of how rusty he was in the love department.

He had enlisted Wheezie and Sarah to help him, the girls giving him some advice on what to talk about, how to act, what to do and so on. Rafe even took some notes, writing down some prompts to make sure he wouldn't forget anything.

You found it cute, how he would constantly check his phone and go in his notes, thinking that you couldn't see from across the table.

"Rafe" you put your hand on his and it made his head snap back to look at you, his other hand hurriedly locking his phone.

"Y-Yeah?" he tried to seem natural, but he knew deep down that you had caught him in the act.

"You don't have to be nervous and you don't have to keep checking the notes you have on your phone. You're doing fine and you don't need those notes when you're so amazing yourself. Loosen up, I won't bite" 

After that, Rafe could feel all the stress leaving his body as he finally relaxed back onto his chair, a soft sigh leaving his lips.

From that moment on, Rafe had done nothing but be himself. With the good, with the bad, he was being Rafe. The Rafe you would soon come to love.

He took you on several dates after your first one, only asking you to be his girlfriend after the 5th one, making sure he wasn't being too pushy and making moves too soon.

You thought it was very sweet of him, knowing that it was a significant change on his part from his previous relationships with girls all around the island.

The first time he told you he loved you was a very big moment in your relationship. Having already known how difficult his relationship with his feelings was, you wanted him to take it slow and not push him. He would slowly let you in when he would be ready.

It was a very chill evening in the Cameron household, a comfortable silence hanging in the air around you. Rose and Ward were attending a gala and would be back late in the night, Sarah was at a party with the Pogues and John B and Wheezie had so kindly agreed to having a sleepover with a friend of hers in order to leave the two of you alone.

Because of your busy schedules, you had barely spent any time together in the last couple of days, days which made Rafe realize how much he valued your presence and how much he appreciated it when you were around, even if you weren't doing anything.

As you were trying to focus on the movie playing on the TV, you felt Rafe's eyes burn a hole in the side of your head, which made you smile and look at him.

"You're going to strain your eyes if you keep looking at me so much" you giggled, which made his insides turn to mush and a stupid smile to appear on his otherwise broody face.

"I can't help it. I love you too much not to stare at your beauty all day long" he confessed.

At first, you hadn't quite registered what he had said, but the little unsure smirk he had on his face made you do a double-take and your eyes widened in surprise.

"What did you just say?" you whispered, your hands suddenly becoming sweaty.

"I love you" Rafe repeated, and now you were sure that you had indeed heard the right thing.

You couldn't stop yourself from jumping onto his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing every inch of his face that you could reach from your position.

"I love you too" you whispered, looking into his eyes before you finally leaned in and kissed his lips.

Rafe hadn't grown up around love, but he knew that what he felt with you was love.

Love in the purest form from the purest soul.

You.

You were his love. 

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[redroses07]

Forgotten Breakfast // JJ Maybank drabble

Synopsis: JJ surprises you with breakfast.

Warnings: suggestive, implied smut, swearing.

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You feel the warm sun beating on your bare shoulders, as you awoke from your deep slumber. Someone had opened the curtains. Not that you were complaining, the weather was wonderful in the obx this time of year. You yawned and felt the opposite side of the bed, only to find it empty. Your boyfriend was never up before you, and it was worrying that he wasn’t in bed. You sat up, reluctantly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You didn’t feel like digging through your drawer for clothes so you picked up one of your boyfriend’s t-shirts and put it on. You smelled the faint aroma of his cologne as the fabric fell around your waist.

You opened the door and stepped out into the hall, you were immediately hit with the scent of freshly cooked breakfast. Was JJ cooking? No way. You didn’t think he had ever cooked in his life.

Your assumption was quickly disproven when you entered the kitchen to find your boyfriend practicing his pancake flipping skills. He looked adorable with his face concentrated on tossing the pancake up in the air and perfectly landing it in the pan.

“And the amazing JJ makes another touchdown in the great pancake bowl!!! The crowd goes wild!!!” Your boyfriend said with enthusiasm, unbeknownst to your presence.

you giggled, causing him to turn around quickly, an excited smile spreading across his face.

“baby you’re awake!” JJ said, flinging the spatula to the side and rushing towards you. He wrapped you in his embrace, his toned arms squeezing you tightly. JJ picked you up by your waist and placed you on the countertop.

You leaned back, while keeping your arms loosely around his neck. You looked past his ocean eyes and noticed a dot of pancake batter on his cheek.

“I made you breakfast” JJ announced proudly, placing his hands in either side of you.

“I see that.” You said softly, pointing to the spot on his cheek.

“Dammit! And for once I thought I didn’t make a mess.” JJ smirked, wiping the batter off his cheek and licking it off his finger.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, taking his face in your hands.

“I love you, you know that right.”

JJ leaned into you, brushing his lips to yours.

“Do you now?” He whispered.

You pressed your lips to his, hands still cupping his face. JJ leaned into you, running his hands down your waist and then trailing them along your bare thighs. You pulled him further into you, deepening the kiss. JJ’s tongue slipped into your mouth, and you let out a soft sigh. You felt his hand navigate towards the hemline of your panties, but as badly as you wanted to go there you couldn’t ignore the ever growing burning scent in the kitchen.

“Jayj, I think the food is burning…” You said breathlessly.

“Shit! I forgot!” JJ shouted as he ran over to the stove, scrambling to waft the smoke away before the smoke detectors went off.

JJ held up the pan with the remains of the burned pancakes, a sheepish smile on his face.

“That’s what you get for distracting me with that pretty face of yours!”

You jumped down from the counter, wearing a playful look of shock.

“Fortunately we still have enough food to eat.” JJ pointed to the plate of food that was already prepared.

You shook your head, and walked over to him. You ran your hands down his biceps, softly squeezing his arms.

“I don’t care if the food is burnt or not, it’s the thought that counts for me.” You kissed JJ’s left dimple lightly.

JJ smiled nervously, trying to hide how flustered he had become. He reached behind his grabbing a bottle of maple syrup.

“Maple syrup?” JJ asked, still smiling ear to ear.

“I have something even sweeter for you.” You replied before kissing him hard. You pulled JJ back to your shared bedroom, keeping your lips connected.

“But-“

“Food-“

JJ spoke between breaths, pointing behind him.

“It’ll be there when we get back.” you replied, closing the door behind you and kissing him again.

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[stvolanis]

you couldn’t help that Rafe was a kook, and you were a pogue! he’s just too pretty to not fuck :(

sneaking around with him at night when you aren’t going on adventures with your friends to get your holes filled full of his meaty cock. Tears running down your flushed cheeks as the grip of his hand in your hair tightens with every thrust, and the bruising grip of his hand on your hip seared into your memory—along with the way he sounds from behind you.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl. So hungry for some dick, hm?” He’d mock, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear when he was balls deep in you. “How would your little friends feel knowing you were getting bred by a kook?” He chuckled out, the fire in him growing as he heard you whimpering underneath him. You gripped the sheets below you, desperately trying crawl away from the sheer force of his dick kissing your most sensitive spot inside of you. He grunted from behind you, throwing his head back in bliss at the way your walls squeezed around him.

“Don’t try n’ run now, pogue. Take this fuckin cock. best you’ll ever get.” He laughed.

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No Pogue On Pogue

Summary -> whilst stranded on Poguelandia, you feel alone, despite your best friend JJ being there with you. And so he reminds you, as long as he’s with you, that you’re never alone (2.1k)

Warnings -> 18+ minors dni pleeeaasseee, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, friends to lovers, fluff, pinch of angst, no pogue on pogue rule

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JJ Maybank was one of a kind, and he was your best friend. There was nobody that you trusted more than him, he was an honest young man, and he made you feel safe despite all the danger and threatening situations that you had endured. You felt lonely in Poguelandia, as much as you wanted it to feel like home, it wasn’t.

Your parents were most likely wondering where you had disappeared to, and there was no way to contact them, you were lost to the society of which you had grown up in. You rested your head upon your knees as you sat by yourself on the sand, watching the ocean dancing just to pass the time.

Everybody else, your friends, were making the most of the escape of this island whilst it lasted, but you didn’t want to be here. They were all crowded around a fire, farther down the beach, but you didn’t want to celebrate, even if you had survived. This wasn’t where you belonged, wherever the hell you were.

John B had Sarah, Pope had Cleo even if he didn’t realise it and Kiara, well she never needed any reassurance, she was a strong girl, but you were breaking. That left you and JJ, distant yet close at the same time. His footprints paved their route over to you, noticing how you were so far away, he was concerned.

He’d always had a soft spot for you, but recently he wanted to be closer to you, more than just letting your shoulders touch when you sat side by side, or sharing a doobie when things got too much. His blond hair blew in the breeze as he headed towards your silhouette, needing some of the good old solace that your company granted him.

He’d made plenty of mistakes, but you were the only one that truly never judged him for them. “Y/N, why are you over here? You should come and join us, or at least come and eat something.” He spoke as he finally reached you, his eyes trailing over your insecure form, there was something off with you, and he was the only person that seemed to realise it. You shook your unbrushed head, silently declining his offer.

Perhaps it was better to be alone, nobody could hurt you, or have you feeling as conflicted as you were. JJ wouldn’t allow to you dwell in your misery alone however, and so he seated himself beside you, the sand crawling like an insect over his legs, but he didn’t care, you were his priority right now. A spark shot through your body when he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers to comfort not only you, but himself also.

“I’m okay J, I mean it.” He fixed your empty promise with a disbelieving eye, gently rocking his shoulder to the right so that it would lightly bash against your own. You’d missed human contact, you had secluded yourself, so that you could daydream that none of this was real, and that things were no different from normal. “Don’t lie to me Y/N/N, I know you aren’t. I’m the one that can always tell, and I know that we’re stranded here, but at least we’re together. That’s gotta count for something, right?”

His smile was making your shielded exterior slowly melt, and you could only reciprocate it with a small one, but nevertheless the twinge that had crossed your lips still made JJ’s heart thump in his chest. “I guess so. It’s just, I miss home, don’t you? I know that’s a silly question, you love it here, but I mean like the chateau and the Boneyard, and stuff like that. There’s nothing here, it’s empty and everyone has someone to hold onto, and there’s just me.”

“I can’t miss home when you’re my home and you’re right here.” He confessed with a steady heart, your eyes widening from what he had said. “Come on, it’s not doing us any good just sitting here,” he stood, brushing a little sand from himself as he extended his hand down for you to grab, and you accepted the invitation. “Have you been anywhere but on this bit of sand yet?” He knew you hadn’t and so he didn’t wait for your answer and dragged your willing body towards the ever green trees, the two of you disappearing into a whole new world.

It was beautiful, there was an array of plants springing out from the ground, it seemed like this was the escape from reality that you had been craving the entire time. Your footsteps were small as you followed after JJ who took you a little further into the depths of the wilderness, your eyes taking in the nature around you. “It’s beautiful.” You said, almost star struck. A gasp rippled from your throat however when JJ, your friend, spun you around and pushed your back into the trunk of a tree.

The bark was rough against the exposed skin of your back that was concealed by little more than a loose tank, your brows migrated close together in a frown as you watched a darkness pool in JJ’s usual ocean coloured irises. “You’re beautiful.” He corrected you, leaning in evidently closer as his breath fanned across your lips, it would be right to push him away, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to do that. He was intoxicating, like a drug you knew you shouldn’t take, but he was your overall weakness.

“J…” you tried to remind him of the rule that Kie and Pope had already broken, remembering how it had ended for them, but he wouldn’t allow you to speak another word. His lips chased your own that was attempting to release excuses, until they finally landed on their destination, and he melted against you, and your hands defiantly grasped his locks, but not to push him away, instead to pull him closer. It had been a long time coming for this to happen, and here it was, finally happening; you felt as though you were about to start floating into the clouds, but JJ’s ring dressed knuckles steadied themselves on your waist, keeping you with him.

He kneaded closer to you, his kisses becoming open mouthed, tongue invading your mouth and wrestling with your own. The tension was like nothing you had ever felt before, there was a weight pushing down on you becoming more weightless with every second that passed. “I need you.” You muttered against his chapped and dry lips before biting them in a starved manner, and the man before you groaned, shuffling his feet on the leaves that carpeted the ground below you, giving you an eskimo kiss before shimmying your shorts down your sunburnt legs, wishing to dive into your deep waves of serenity.

“I’ve always needed you.” He told you affectionately, trying not to think of what your mutual friends would think. They’d be furious with the two of you, but after all you had gone through, it was the least of your problems. “And I always will.” He said with every heartfelt emotion in his body, his hands trailing down your desirable body before they came to your mound, he teased you slowly with his fingertips, dancing around the edge of where you wanted him, before he rubbed the pads of his fingers against your slit, which only made your wetness grow.

He could listen to your stammered breaths for a lifetime, he wasn’t sure where to look, whether down at your pussy that he had dreamt about, or your face where your pleasure showed. Your cheeks had grown warm from the his acts, and he wanted to make you burn alight, and so he entered a finger into you, slipping it in until you were filled to the brim of his knuckle. Your hands screwed up the fabric of his sleeveless shirt, threatening to tear it, and he wouldn’t care if you did. Seeing you so lost in the right way made him happy, he began to move his finger, eliciting whimpers from your sweet lips.

The sounds you made softly echoed through the columns of the trees, and he was thankful that the others remained on the beach. This was a moment he only wished to share with you, it was a beautiful instance that had caused the pair of you to finally crash into one, and to ready you to feel all of him, he entered another finger and scissored them within your walls, making your entire body almost burst from the sensation. It had been too long since you felt this way, not to mention that you were now receiving it from JJ.

All of those times you had been with other guys, you had always pictured it to be JJ, nobody ever lived up to him in your eyes. He was your perfect match, and with everything that he was doing to you your legs felt as though they were being scrambled and you wobbled. “I think you’re ready for me.” JJ suspected with words, removing his fingers and leaving you feel empty. You had disappeared from reality for a moment that you didn’t realise that he had slipped down his layers on his bottom half, until he held the tip of his cock against your dewy folds, brushing it against them as though he were painting petals.

He gave you a look, grasping the side of your face with his left hand, brushing your astray hairs away with his fingertips. “Do you want this Y/N? Once we do this, you know we can’t go back.” That was exactly the reason as to why the two of you had never experimented with each others bodies before, but you felt as though this time you had already gone too far to turn back. “Of course I want this J, things aren’t going to be the same if we go back home either way, so give me something not to regret.” You’d been on the search for gold for too long in your eyes, when the most precious thing was right before you.

With the consent that you had given him, JJ drove his length into your cunt, slowly, as to take in every second of it so that he could cherish your first time together. “Fuck.” He cursed, one of his hands resting behind you on the tree to keep himself upright. It would be just his luck if he were to fall, considering that there was an impending fear that this moment the two of you were sharing was going to be ruined by something. Your lids fluttered as you felt all of him inside of you, you pulled him down by his neck to connect your lips messily again, wanting to taste everything that you had craved for years.

JJ leant his shoulder down slightly, so that he could hook your leg over his waist, giving him the best angle to start fucking you. His hips clashed euphorically against your own, starting off slow until he became too eager to feel your pussy tighten around him, easing himself into a quicker pace. There was sweat dripping down both of your faces as you chased a feeling that the two of you never wanted to stop, and sooner than you hoped, it came crashing down on you, causing you to splinter JJ’s shoulders with your nails. It triggered JJ’s own orgasm that he emptied inside of you, creating a warmth that spread in your whole lower half.

“That was…” God there weren’t enough words for him to describe it, and he pressed his tired lips against your forehead, soothing your pulse that was suffering from a jumbled spasm. He slowly, much to his own dismay, retracted his length from your pussy, a little of his cum sliding down the inside of your leg. He helped you get dressed before he held your hand. “Feels good to be home.” He said as he leant down to kiss you, but he grew confused when you pulled away, especially after what had just happened.

“Do you hear that?” You asked him, staring up to the roof of the trees, heading slowly towards the beach. “It sounds like a…” you didn’t want to finish your sentence in case you got your hopes up, but you held his hand, and then he heard it too. It was the spiralling propellers of a helicopter, and so the two of you rushed towards where your friends were, and heard Pope calling your names. And there it was, your way back to Outer Banks. But you realised that wasn’t your home, JJ was.