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Baby Daddy: Alimony

BABY DADDY Part 1!

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Breeding kink. Dom!Rafe. Daddy kink. Choking kink. Blade play.

SUMMARY: You believe you've finally gotten a step ahead over your toxic baby daddy. Foolish you…

WORD COUNT: 3000

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could there be a part 2 to baby daddy w rafe? 

Alimony 

He always had a way of winning. Poker. Business. His way into your sheets yet again. At least he had until lately. Excuses and appointments on your end had allowed you the chance to form some sort of dominance over your toxic situationship. And somehow beyond worry and former threats, your heels came to a click through his office on your most recent expression of altered submission. 

"Excuse me, you can't go in there-" His assistant called from behind her desk, desperate for you to obey or risk his wrath. For a moment, you couldn't help but wonder if she had been a replacement to some complaint her predecessor made against Rafe for misconduct. 

"Just a piece of advice…he's not worth the expensive perfume…" You explained as she blushed, the clear unbuttoned decolletage set in such a way to garner his focus as her intentions had been spoiled. Too much in shock to your audacity, you were allowed into his meeting without any further protest. 

"If we focus only on the west-" His words ceased immediately once his eyes fell to you. If not for the look of pride across your face, he would have believed that something happened to your shared offspring. For the absence of this, he simply tightened his jaw to wait for the reason for your presence. 

For the years he had bombarded you and infiltrated your life, you finally had the chance to return the unpleasant favor. Without a second thought, you set down the collection of bills before him with a glare of challenge cast in his direction. 

"If you weren't so busy buying expensive and inappropriate dinners for new assistants you'd know that you're three months late in alimony. Money needed to take care of your son." You spat as he didn't wear an expression of embarrassment, maybe awe, even arousal, but you hadn't been allowed the reaction you sought out. Because of this, you continued. 

"A lifestyle you demand he has. A private school. Expensive clothes and toys he'd be fine without. But since you won't let me raise him modestly…you pay for these…things I could without you…but you won't let me." 

"Excuse me, but this isn't the time or place to exercise your hormonal-" You narrowed your eyes towards the man who spoke against you. One Rafe told you enough about to offer a stain against his reputation amongst fellow colleagues. 

"How's your wife?" He cleared his throat before fixing his tie. 

"What does-"

"Does she know you have a proclivity for your assistant? Your male assistant-"

"Enough. My office. Five minutes." Rafe apologized on your behalf as you left the bills at your back before moving to his office. 

Set at the rim of the desk, your palms rested on the wooden edge as you were left in wait. Pictures of your son lay in pride on his desk along with one of you and him closer to his closed laptop. You couldn't help but feel warmth when on observation of the simpler time. A time before you really knew him and the poor excuse he had for a heart. 

"I've ruined men's lives for less than what you did…" 

"I'm not afraid of you, Rafe. I am tired of all of this…You dictate every aspect of my life with our son even though I am the one with him day in and day out. All of his doctor's appointments. Teaching him to read. Playdates. Sick days. When he broke his wrist last summer from being at the park with the nanny YOU were too busy eye-fucking to to notice!" He clenched his arms, your eyes drawn to the strain of fabric caused by his muscles. 

"So you're mad because I showed interest in someone else?"

"Are you really THAT much of a narcissist? Your son got hurt because you were reckless and put him as anything but a priority!"

He took a step closer to you, the entire collection of oxygen around you seemingly thinned as he drew a finger to his bottom lip. The signet ring on that leading finger forcing your focus to his lips. Those damn lips that held talent no man should be able to possess. The same talent that made you forgive him so many times before. At least long enough to give you both an orgasm. 

"I wasn't "eye-fucking" her-"

"I don't care what you call it Rafe, he got hurt because you were-"

"I was trying not to fuck you in the middle of that park in that goddamn sundress you know makes me hard enough to split you in half." He explained behind clenched teeth.

 "Looking at her was the only thing that kept me from looking at you. The only person I'll ever eye-fuck Because nobody compares to you. No matter how many girls I've tried to test that theory on…" He was now only a foot or so in front of you. 

"I told you you ever needed anything, you just ask. But you made a scene…" His hand was suddenly in the back of your hair. 

"So now you're going to make sure they hear what happens when you rival me." You were taken against the desk, palms forced at the surface. 

"Don't hurt my reputation, baby…scream for me like you always do and I might just let you come…" His hands were feverish and gluttonous to a competitive degree. Harsh but through as he reached within your house and directly beneath your bra. It took only one repressed moan and shuddering breath before he smirked at your cheek. He knew you wanted him. And he was shameless to broadcast the same need to you. 

A single scoff felt at your back and he pulled the straps to your shirt downwards until exposing your bra to him. 

"Now you didn't come here in my favorite bra just to talk…" You hesitated, unaware you had subconsciously dressed in his favored piece of lingerie. When you didn't respond, he turned you to face him, a letter opener set as a threat to your jaw. The life suddenly behind his eyes was frightening as it was only born from your fear. And yet, you were aware he wouldn't bring true harm to you. Not anymore than what he'd already done, anyhow. Your thighs aching at the thought of that very thing. 

"Anyone else were to talk to me like that and they would…" He paused. "Let's just say he wouldn't find it as pleasurable as I could make it for you…"

"I didn't come here for-"

"If your panties match this bra then you came here for exactly this." But as his hand rode into your pants, a violent unbuttoning of the closure and you gasped to the feeling of his fingertips against your naked clit. Not an ounce of fabric separating you. 

"No panties?" He scoffed. "Making it a bit too easy for me, baby…" He lowered the edge of the blade to your chest, teasing your nipple with its cold tip. First the left. Then the right. Circling it until lowering still. In the meantime, your breathing was sporadic to the crusade as your body shifted in accordance to the cold edge making contact. 

"Maybe it wasn't for you." You shot, some random surge of courage allowing you to rival him. 

"Don't ever say that shit to me again. YOU are for me. You can try to fuck anyone else and I promise you'll always be left wanting me. You know why, baby?" He suddenly took hold of the middle section of your bra to pull you closer to him. A gasp leaving your lips as he set the edge of the potential weapon to the fabric. 

"Because you love this." He sliced the fabric, exposing your breasts that he was quick to apprehend. But the blade continued lower until it teased the line of your parted jeans. 

"I-"

"Guess I need to prove it." Lowering to his knees, he pulled your pants to your knees before drawing the blade at an angle so it didn't cut you. 

"One wrong move and you'll bleed for me…You know I don't mind ." His eyes flickered with mischief as you breathed sharply. The contact of the blade at your sex made you shift. 

"You ever let anyone know how sweet this is…" He explained while pulling the blade to his tongue, a single lick of your excess removed, and rolling his eyes to your familiar taste. 

"I'll fuck you with this very blade so you can only be with me." You tensed at the thought. It was a threat. Not some attempt to entice you with dirty words. And he meant it. Every ounce of predatory dominance was always exercised with that promise. But this was sharper. Deeper. A vow of sorts, spoke on his altar of domineering existence. 

"Every time I want to be sweet to you…you open that pretty little mouth and make me want to come in it instead…Making you cry and plead…But today, you made a fatal error, baby. And now you're gonna make it up to me." He rose back over you. 

"You know you belong on your knees here in my office."

"I'm not fucking you, Rafe." He smirked and nodded. 

"You're right. I'm fucking you-" Distracted by his words you were taken aback by the sudden lift of your leg over the desk and his cock penetrating you with a cruel eagerness. And yet, you cried out for him as you always had. Only to return to that familiar hesitance. 

"I don't want you on your knees looking up at me, because I always forgive you too quickly. I want you to earn it. For embarrassing me. So it's only fair I do the same to you." He was harsh with his focused touch, exercising your erogenous zones with fervor as you refrained from rewarding him with any sound. Instead, you held your breath to suppress those moans so desperate to be released. 

"You can try to fight it all you want, baby. But your body is telling me just how much you missed me. How sorry you are-'"

"I'm not-" He silenced you by turning you into his mouth. His left hand came around your cheek, pressing you deeper into him as his tongue wrapped around yours. 

"The more you fight it, the harder you're gonna come. You're edging yourself baby…doing my work for me…" He spoke against your lips as he continued to pump you against the desk. The gift of his successes shook before you until a specific statue came to the floor to break. He smirked, falling into the illusion of your submission as he loosened his grip on your hand. 

It was just the window needed as you pushed him away from you and took the letter opener in hand. 

"I'm not some toy to you anymore! You don't get to decide anything."

"You gonna stab me? Yeah?" He tried for you but you only cocked your jaw. 

"Knees, Rafe. " You surprised him. "Make me come on your desk like you used to…" You smirked as you played with the tip of the blade. 

"All over those contracts you used to get so made you'd have to print again…only to fuck me over the copier…counting each page out as punishment…"

"You think-"

"Your name might be on that door. The lease to my apartment. Even following our son's name. But you don't own me, Rafe. You don't decide where I go or who I see. When I come or with you. I want this for me. So knees. Or I'll leave right now and you won't-" He rushed against you, a kiss to your lips as he gathered your face between your palms. The letter opener, thrown across the floor, where it became lost to some bookshelf as you watched him pull away just slightly. 

"There's that fire…"

"Shut up and make me come." He smirked before taking his hand to your neck. In the attempt made to keep dominance, you could only wrap your hand around his wrist as he pulled you to him. 

"You're right…" His middle finger came to your sex. "I might now own you. God knows you have your own opinions. But I own your body. Your moans. Your orgasm. Even the denial you have after you regret giving in to me…again…"

"You-"

A second finger set at a curve made you gasp in relief. 

"I own sex. With you. And I'll always make you mine. Make you come. Every time. And you show your ass like that again…I'll let them see it as I make it the darkest shade of red I can until you can't even sit." He scoffed. 

"How will you explain that to our son? Hmm? His mom's a whore who can't learn to keep her mouth shut but keeps her legs open for daddy? Mmm…I like the way that sounds…" 

He gripped your throat harder. "Call me it. I'll let you come. Just like you want. But call me it."

"Bastard." You shot as he kissed you sharply. 

"That's fine. I'll just take you how I want…" He pinned your back flat against the desk before thrust you down onto him. The fulfillment of his cock sending your eyes to an immediate roll as your back arched from his depth. 

"Not so dominant now with my cock deep enough to remind you how much you need it, yeah? Then fucking take it, baby…" Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk as he bowed into you. One harsh grasp to the back of your neck brought you into him as another held himself up from crushing you. It would only take until the third thrust before your reservation turned into the need for more as you wrapped yourself around him. Feet tied over his waist and your fingers pulling at his hair, he moaned into your kiss with approval. 

"Rafe-" 

"I know you're about to. Think I need to be warned after how many times?"

"No…I…I want more…" He smirked, kissing you once more before pressing your calf into his chest and holding you tightly. 

"That enough for you, yeah? Feel me that deep inside of you?" He hit his hand on the surface of the desk beside you. 

"Answer me!"

"Oh my God…" You only kissed him, softening his anger, but not his passion. "You feel so good…fuck me, Rafe…" His eyes rolled to your command. 

"Daddy…" you teased directly into his ear before nibbling on the lobe beneath as he unleashed himself into you. The desk at a threat to break as it even cried out beneath you. But as you moaned shamelessly beneath him his hand came around your mouth. A slip allowed by losing himself in the greed of your lower lips. 

"I thought you wanted them to hear me…"

"Nobody gets to hear you come but me." He lifted you off of the desk and onto the couch across the way until you straddled him. Without the need for guidance, you began a lace of bouncing and clenching as his fingers ate sharply into your hips. 

"Yes!" He belted behind clenched teeth. "My girl never forgot how to ride me…" You diverted the grip over his shoulders into that of the fabric behind him as he corrected you back to his skin. 

"It will hurt you."

"I want you to." He confessed, allowing you a chance to read beyond the lines of your toxic relationship, where sex governed and compassion was sparse. But in this moment, he became gentle. If he could even be such a thing, this was the closest you'd ever seen him. 

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I do. I want you to. Because I want to hurt you…" He explained with tears in his eyes as you kissed him sweetly, surprising him. 

"Then hurt me." He clenched his jaw, turning you onto your knees before pulling you back to face him. A smack to your ass and a vice if s grip made you wince as he repeated it twice over. 

"Just say it once. You don't have to mean it…just say you're mine…"

"I'm yours, Rafe…So fuck me like it…" He pounded into you, your body pinned between him and the arm of the chair as only his hand through your hair pulled him back. 

"Yes!" You chorused. 

"Oh shit…" He moaned for you, the desperate groan making your eyes roll in approval. 

"I wanna fuck it so deep inside of you that you get pregnant again-" Your eyes shot open. 

"Rafe-"

"Just one more time…You let me use every part of you to come…you were more horny than I was…" You hesitated. 

"Yep…one more time…"

"Rafe, no-"

"Yes baby…you're gonna be so fucking good again…so beautiful, so full…tits so fuckable…"

"Raaaaafe!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"If you don't want it, are you you clenching so hard? Hmm? Why are you so close to coming for me?"

"Because you're so deep…"

"Deep enough for you to give me another baby…come on…take it baby…" he pulled you back against him. One arm wrapped as a sash as he used the other at your clit. 

"You can come…I know I am…"

"Oh fuck!"

"Good fucking girl…oh yeah…oh you want it…say it…say you want my cum…say it!"

"Ah! I want it! Cum inside me, Rafe!"

"Yeah? Why?"

He smiled as you faced him. "Oh…tell me before I come…I'm close…you're too fucking tight…"

"That's fine…you're still gonna take every drop…" he thrust violently into you, as you belted and stiffened for him. 

"There…Now I'll forgive you for acting like such a little bitch…" he moved to kiss you but you moved away. 

"Don't be that way. You could have said no."

"I did…"

"Your body wanted it…I bet it still does…"

"Rafe…" He moved to his desk, pressing the intercom to his assistant. Pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt you left loose and stretched, he kept his eyes to you. 

"Cancel the rest of today."

"Mister Cameron-"

"Thank you." He moved back to you. 

"Looks like you're mine for the rest of the day…" 

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Shark Tooth Necklace

TW: Severe angst (all the feels). Language. Cheating. Smut. 

SUMMARY: The effect of your gift to JJ remains even after you've broken up…

WORD COUNT: 3500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Shark Tooth Necklace

It became a statement the same way his dimples, lighter, and rebellious reputation wore over him like a second skin. An accompaniment to which you use to be a part of up until six weeks ago when you found the attention of a Kook following an argument JJ had come to regret since it transpired. It haunted him for the words he spoke, and more importantly, the ones he hasn't. And yet, he kept the evidence of his care for you tucked beneath the curve of his shirts in the belief he could keep a piece of you close. Even if it hurt like hell…

TWO MONTHS AGO

As if the wood making up the floor of the screened in porch had been blistering, your feet danced over the surface as you came to your boyfriend lounging in one of the chairs set for such inactivity. The excitement of a child bouncing down the steps in a similar gait on Christmas morning pulled his attention from his lighter as he illuminated to the joy across your face. 

"I have something for you…" His brows lifted as his eyes descended. That lecherous glance he always gave you in the broadcast of his perpetual desire. 

"Then why are you still dressed?" He teased while pulling you into his lap. But upon doing so, the small drawstring bag hidden in your palm was brought to him. 

"Sure you've got the right pogue, princess?" He taunted to the color of the bag having been a light pink. 

"Just open it…" You whined, having tried to wait until his birthday, but found every day a struggle. 

"I made it…from the rocks we used to skip at the pond near Rixton's Cove…" He poured the contents of a necklace to his palm, his face plagued with disbelief. 

JJ was rather particular to the jewelry he wore. Gaudy rings set over sporadic fingers as you were often the recipient to the chills it allowed, and yet, this was something you'd chosen specifically for him. 

"The chord is from the guitar that broke the night…" You hesitated, remembering a dinner night caused by his father that was sweetened by your presence. It wasn't even that next week until you were officially titled as his possession. But the details of that night no longer mattered to the beautiful adornment he held to catch the sun. 

"It's layered so it won't wear…"

A sable black shark tooth necklace, the perfect length as it came short just before his clavicle.

"If you don't like it-" 

"I love it…" he moved closer to you as you bounced on his lap. 

"Really? I tried to wait and I just couldn't…I almost told you about a hundred times and it was burning a hole in my back pocket-" He shook his head to one of your infamous nervous ramblings as he kissed you. 

"Do you really like it, J?" 

"I'll never take it off…" he confessed as he tried to set the string over his head before you corrected him and tied it perfectly stilled. 

"Maybe I had an ulterior motive…" You divulged why tracing the new necklace over his naked chest. Your fingers tempting a southern descent as your eyes widened to the tones physique you were never able to be tired of. 

"Oh?" 

"It does work for leverage…" You hooked two fingers around the strong chord and used it to guide him to the bench beneath you, his weight pinning you softly as your lips touched in a silent promise of a small forever. 

"I love it." His eyes remained to yours as if speaking the words to you and not your gift. But they were words he hadn't spoken. Not only to you. To anyone. At least aside from a joke when discussing the other pogues. But never when it made him vulnerable. And never when he had so much to lose. 

Since that day, he wore it with pride as a woman would wear an engagement ring. It was his favorite accessory up until the night your relationship crumbled. 

"JJ-" You ridiculed his name alone as he took the contents over John B's dresser and forced them to the ground. 

"You can't tell me you didn't fucking notice-"

"I didn't!"

"You're too smart to be that dumb. EVERY guy wants you-"

"So what if they do? I don't care!"

"You get off on it don't you? All that attention? Everyone wanting to get in your shorts…Maybe I can tell them all it takes is a few compliments and a blunt-" Your hand came to his cheek, an immediate regret as you knew his father had done the same the night before. It was why you'd forgiven the way he bloodied the Kook's face who got a bit too handsy for his liking. And even if he knew you were devoted to him, the frailty of his already weathered emotions had made this his final straw. 

"I love you, JJ." The words came out as a surprise to you both. It was a confession neither had stated until now. But it did not warrant the reaction you'd hoped for. No kiss or embrace. Instead, it seemed to be disappointment. Fear even. But anger still residing as his lead emotion. 

"That's just too goddamn bad." He finally responded after an endless silence. 

"If I go, JJ…I won't come back…not after that…I've been here…I've been the one here…" You reminded with tears streaking down your cheeks. 

"I don't want you here…" He shrugged. 

"You're…this isn't you…" 

"Maybe I'm just tired of watching my girlfriend pawed on anytime we go to a party and you doing next to nothing to stop it…" 

"Well you don't have to worry about it anymore…I'm not your girlfriend to be pawed over." You slammed the bedroom door, pushing last Kiara and Sarah as they heard enough of the argument to cast glares to JJ who followed behind. But it would be his pride and stubbornness that kept him from chasing after you. 

And he had come to regret it ever since. 

"Should have told us you were going out, would have waxed my board last night…" John B greeted your new boyfriend as they had been acquaintances during JJ's downward spiral and had since become a friend. A decent Kook with more common sense than a means to fit in with the princes of the Outer Banks, he fit in with the pogues well. 

Everyone but JJ who stared at him as if his looks could truly kill. 

"Probably couldn't keep up…" JJ teased as your eyes narrowed. Despite the cruel words and messy breakup, he seemed almost indifferent since that night. Almost as if you'd never dated. Aside from these twinges of jealousy of course. Yet you write it off as it being a part of his sarcasm as he had done it to Pogue and John B as well, but there was something a bit colder if he had done it to your boyfriend. 

This specific afternoon was no exception as you were on the HMS Pogue. A small vessel in its own right, it was spacious enough to keep a distance. And yet with JJ making it worse on everyone, it seems ni larger than the door in which Jack was arguably denied in the Atlantic ocean in "Titanic"

"Never teach you how to fish on Figure Eight?" He would begin the insults lightly. Almost as a term of endearment as he turned right around and teased Pope for choosing literature over nature, as he often did. But then they became personal. 

"I remember when we were together and you liked to hold my pole just right-" And even as Kiara nudged him, he wore a smile of pride in knowing he made you and your new beau uncomfortable. 

But it wasn't until you reached land, the boat tied off by Sarah and your boyfriend as Pope, John B, and JJ made their way inside The Chateau. You hadn't meant to follow them, but absentmindedly took the steps behind their trail and came upon the argument you were never meant to hear. 

"I don't even know why she's still here?! She's Sarah's friend-NOT my girlfriend anymore. And I still have to see her almost every fucking day!"

"Pogues for life…" Pope attempted to remind him. 

"She isn't a goddamn pogue anymore than HE is…"

"JJ-" John B attempted to stop him as he saw you on the other side of the screen door leading to the docks you'd just come from. 

"You know what…fine…you all want to keep her around, that's fine…but don't come complaining to me…there's a reason I'm not with her anymore-" He turned to leave, tears in your eyes as he pushed past you. 

"He's just-" Pope began as he tried to console you. 

"JJ…" John B finished the sentence as you slowly nodded. Until now, you'd hoped for civility, if anything. Maybe even he'd find someone else…a thought that razored and scorched your heart to think of, but you believe it was only fair. Even if he wasn't JJ, he was dependable and stable. 

But he still wasn't JJ. Your reckless, passionate-

No. He was not yours anymore. You corrected yourself to think of him in only past tense. It was best that way for everyone. 

Later that night while around a new fire, JJ was sulking on the rival side of the flames. It was debated from whatever angle one sat that he was more enraged that the embers aglow as a core for the group as stories and tales did nothing to alter this. He was fixated on the fire. 

"Truth or dare?" Kiara groaned as Sarah called excitedly. 

"Finally some fun!" 

"We were having fun.." John B defended as Sarah rolled her eyes. 

"Me first! Kie-" She proceeds to dare Kiara to do a keg stand, to which she excelled. John B asked Pope to recite Shakespeare naked, to which he convinced his boxers would suffice, and your boyfriend asked Sarah a truth of her biggest regret, which she named as a single ex. 

"Truth or Dare…" JJ asked you as you tensed. The sudden mischief on his expression was worrisome in contrast to the point he wore the earlier duration of the day. 

"Truth…" he scoffed as you'd taken the safest bet. 

"Do you love him?" For the group that usually came to your defense, they were all silent with curiosity. In truth, they believed you and JJ would find your way back to each other. Even wishing the same as you introduced your new boyfriend, who was annoyingly charismatic and likable. And for that reason alone, nobody interfered for your answer. 

"I…" You looked at your boyfriend. 

"It's early…and there's A love-" Your boyfriend answered for you. 

"But do you love him? The way you did me?" 

"JJ-" Sarah now warned as tears filled your eyes. 

"No…I mean, if she doesn't want to answer it, she can always do a dare instead…" 

"Fine then…dare…" you countered. 

"Kiss him. Like you used to with me. Sitting across my lap…feeling how hard you made me-"

"Okay…" John B reached for JJ's beer and arm before he stood up. 

"The way you pulled on my necklace when you wanted me on top and clawed on my chest when you were…Oh just wait, man…wait until she's on her knees and you'll be wondering how she can be so sweet with a throat like a wh-" Kiara now forced JJ into the Chateau as you had your face in your hands. 

"I'm so sorry…" You told your boyfriend as he tried to console you. And yet his touch was suddenly suffocating. 

"Maybe you should try to talk to him…"

"What?!"

"If we all keep hanging out, you're gonna have to see him. I think the tension needs to be-" He became distracted by his phone. 

"Shit, I gotta get back to Figure Eight before the boys find out I was here." He kisses your temple, abandoning you when you needed him most. The usual reliability always faltering when it came to being Rafe or Topper's right hand man. 

But as he left, you stormed in behind JJ. 

"What is your problem?!" 

"Maybe we should all cool down-" Sarah began before she was pulled away.

"Let them hash this out…it's been a long time coming…" John B led the group out of The Chateau. 

"Just don't break any of the pictures. The glass is hell to clean up-'" JJ glared. 

"Nothing's getting broken, because I'm not staying-"

But as he tried to leave, you couldn't help yourself. 

"Do what you do best and run away." You spoke the first hurtful thing that came to mind. It was enough to stop him in his tracks. 

"Last time I recalled being here alone with you and you were the one who left, sweetheart. Probably just couldn't wait to get back to him…"

"I would never have cheated on you! Him and I were together after us! Not even after you talked to me like that. No matter how insecure you were-"

"Insecure. No, princess, you've got it wrong. I knew my place with you. It was just under everyone else."

"What?! I always put you above everyone else! When my friends told me you would only hurt me, I told them they were wrong. I denied invitations to parties and made excuses for why you ruined the ones we did attend! Because I love you!" The present tense stilled him. 

"Loved-" You corrected as he took a step closer. 

"No no no..you said-"

"Because you make me crazy, JJ! I've tried to make it easy-"

"Easy?! Bringing your new fuck you around so you can rub it in my face is making it easy?!"

"I'm not…we're not-" You suddenly became defensive once again "But even if we we're, it doesn't pertain to you!" 

He moved even closer until you were directly in front of him. The only person you feared and craved in equal measure. 

"Everything you do "pertains" to me, cupcake…" As you went to speak he walked you to the wall directly beside the door. His body never touching yours and yet every nerve set on fire by his proximity alone. 

"Because dating or not, you're still my girl. You'll always be my girl-" he surprised you with the weight pinning you to the wall and the soft kiss reminding you of how sweet he could be. The direct kiss similar to the one you allowed now as you fell into the familiarity of how he excited you. Even in anger. Especially in anger. 

His hands were quick to rise from the wall to your hips as he walked you back to the couch, your calves greeting the edge for only a second before you were pushed flat to the cushions. 

"JJ-"

"I'm not stopping. Not after tonight. Not after knowing you don't love him and you still love me…" 

You tried to cease. His touch. His words. 

Him. 

But everything was intoxicating. Even as guilt weighed within your stomach, you couldn't fight this. You couldn't and didn't want to. 

"JJ…" He only kissed you into silence, his tongue reminding you of its strength as it coerced your own into submission against him. After only a moment of this French kiss, your shirt was lifted and disposed of and that same skilled tongue came to your nipples. 

"JJ!" You gasped. 

"That's how you should always say my name…Screaming for me, not at me…" He pinned your hands over your head before returning his grip to your breast. 

"Fuck, I missed your body…I miss how it missed me…" His secondary hand came into your panties, an elastic band of your shorts making it easy. 

"Please-"

"If you insist…" He angled you on the couch before lowering to his knees, kicking the table away so he could pull your legs over his shoulders. 

"Too bad he isn't here to hear how to make you come…God knows he could learn…" He dove into you, your body reacting immediately to the torturous flicks and sucks made of his technique. As you would begin to tremble for him, he would withdraw, edging you in repetition as you pulled his hair into disarray. 

"I want you in every fucking position to make up for the nights I should have…" he began at the arm of the couch, lifting you to a bend, before undressing behind you. Undressing so quickly that your guilt didn't have time to register before he was inside of you. 

"Fuck!" You belted to that identifiable plunge and width that was incomparable to anyone else. To worsen the seduction, he played with your nipples and clit in alteration, before pulling your hair until you were again this chest. 

"Does he touch you?"

No. You answered silently. 

"You're dripping for me like you haven't been touched since me…Was always so easy to make you come…" 

"JJ please…we can't." The cruel thrust he made were ended as he pulled you over him in a straddle on the couch. Your hands caught the back supporting him before he kept you in place with his own large grip. 

"I'm not letting you go. Not this time…" 

"What you said-"

"I was jealous as hell because everyone looks at you. Because guys like him get to. They deserve to…I want to. I want to deserve it." 

You looked away, the sight of your clothes making your expression sour. 

"I can't-"

"I love you." He spoke the words in a pained delay, as if he had been punched upon trying to speak each word aloud. 

"I should have said it that night but I'm saying it now. I love you." He spoke it again, this time with conviction. 

"Tell me you don't and I'll let you pretend to be happy with him. No more comments or cheap shots…" You searched through his lustful eyes for deceit. But if ever, he was the most authentic he had ever been. 

"I don't…" He exhaled in defeat, rising as you pressed your hand into his chest. 

"JJ…"

"No, I told you if you said…" 

"I wasn't finished…" his expression illuminated with hope. 

"I don't want to hurt anybody…" 

"Please tell me there's a 'but' in there…"

"But…I…I love you…" He scanned your entire expression. Looking for a moment in which you would falter or second guess your own confession. When it wasn't found, he sunk you onto him. 

"I love you…I love you…" The declaration faded into grunts as you kissed him once he'd struggled to speak. 

"I'll tell you every minute on the goddamn dot if necessary…" 

"Just show me…" You ignored the guilt and focused solely on the pleasure he allowed before reaching for his shirt. It was then that you saw it. Your motions slowing as you hooked two fingers beneath the chord of the necklace. 

"You kept it on…"

"Every day." He answered. "Even the ones that hurt…"

"JJ…"

"And I still will…Even if I fuck up again.." You used the necklace to pull him closer. 

"Just don't fuck up again. Just fuck me…" His lips parted into a parting of disbelief. 

"This is making love now, not fucking." 

"Then make love to me…" He lifted you slowly but pulled you down harder, his body reacting in accordance to your own. As you arched, he fell into you and when you fell he met you at the center. When he began to tire, he reclined and pulled you to follow him. 

"Fuck, I missed making you come, sweetheart…" 

"Then make me, JJ…please…" 

"Anything for you, princess." He pulled sensation from your body in which only he could. Caverns visited and inhibitions unlocked that only he could access as he had you moaning and screaming in alteration. 

"That's it baby…come for me…all over-" You clasped your hand over his mouth. 

"I know how to come, JJ…You're the only one who's ever made me…" He clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes, that confession pulling his own release. Your hips are sorely bruised against his own due to his impressive stamina as perspiration and ecstasy joined together in those final moments. Your names intertwined  at that final buck of his hips as he claimed you as his own once again. 

"My girl…" But as the bliss faded, your eyes fell to the side. 

"Whatever happens, I'm not going anywhere…And neither are you for the rest of the night…" 

"JJ, I have to…" 

"Forty three."

"What?"

"That's how many nights I could have had you here in my arms. In my bed. So I have a lot of orgasms to make up for…" 

"Forty three?! He nodded, lifting you around him and carrying you to the bedroom. 

"We'll start slow…"

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For A Friend

TW: angst about body "issues". Language. Soft smut. Soft JJ. Praising. 

-Pogue Reader x JJ Maybank

-Body Positivity Fic

SUMMARY: Your crush on JJ reaches is finally reciprocated...but it takes a bit of convincing to believe it is reality. 

WORD COUNT: 3500

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

For a Friend

It was everything about him. His charisma. His passion. His loyalty. Even his stubbornness and hot-headed reactions for protecting those he cared for. And yet it was all you were to him. Even though you longed for him to look at you the way he had to Kiara. Finding an excuse to touch you or make you laugh. And maybe just once, look at you with the same lust that you saw cast in any random touron he hadn't been accepted or even rejected by. 

And tonight...You would. 

"Okay. I've got everything." He explained, taking the open space in the log beside you as the fire remained ablaze. 

"I'm okay..." You confessed, your mind counting up the calories to the snack offered as he glared. 

"I can't be friends with you anymore if you don't make a s'more right this second." He pushed the items towards you as you couldn't deny the tradition. Every pogue bonfire since you could remember had only truly begun when the marshmallows were melted well into the chocolate and taken against one's lips. But much like your hesitance, many things were off about tonight. Including the absence of the other pogues. Yet, you favored this time alone with JJ. No matter how you could get it. Even if it would only ever remain platonic. 

"That's my girl." His simplistic comment made your heart swell as you shied down to your sweet. 

"Cheers." He teased before you cocked your jaw in nervousness. After only a moment, you were summoned from your fantasy lengthening this moment as he pulled this vision to reality. 

"You've got uh...here..." Using his thumb, he pulled the chocolate from your bottom lip and took it in his smirk, unaware or unphased by how intimate this moment had been as well as his affect on you.

"I think yours tastes better than mine..." He suddenly took a bite of yours from the other side, making you chuckle at his method of consumption. 

"Definitely...So much better..." He explained with a mouth full. But suddenly he moved closer. His knee pressing against yours as your eyes lifted from beneath your lashes. 

"Do you want a drink?" 

"No, I'm okay..." As he reached to the cooler, you couldn't help but look at the direction of The Chateau. It was rare for there to be darkness and silence within the small space, but it was how it existed now. 

"Where is everyone?" You turned to face him, his hand suddenly on your cheek as his lips to yours had surprised you enough to make you still. You hadn't retracted or responded in anything else but silence. 

"I'm sorry...I've just always really wanted to do that."

"What?" The disgust on your face surprised him. Nervously, he ran his hand through his hair. 

"I didn't know if you...if we...Being Kiara's friend I didn't want to make it weird but...I had to know..." He kicked the dirt. 

"And now I do...so...now I need more than a drink..." He pulled a rolled blunt from his pocket as you quickly searched for a fix for the fleeting moment. 

This was what you'd wanted for years. Since Kiara has introduced you to him at the summer bonfire half a decade ago. When he spent the night talking about music and surfing and you fell in love with how he saw the world, or better yet, how he made his own within it. 

"I was..." Your words were quick as they were as ceased by your own ambition. 

"Why?"

"Why?" His eyes narrowed. 

"Why me?" 

"Why...why not you? You're passionate, caring, warm..." He paused. "Beautiful..." 

"You said it last..."

"What?"

"Nothing...I'm just gonna go home..."

"What did I say?" He was on his feet as you were on yours. The way he spoke your name having rooted you into the estate that has become your second home. 

"It's stupid..."

"I rarely see you upset, so clearly it's not...what is it?"

"I'm just gonna go..." But as you tried, he blocked your exit. Although you could have easily maneuvered around him, you didn't want to. A larger part of you wanted him to know. 

"I've watched you with Tourons and Kie...you always say that they're hot and...and you said it last..." His eyes narrowed. 

"See I told you, it's stupid..." 

"No...I just...I'm confused...I'm trying to understand."

"So am I..." To this, he softened in hearing the panic of fear behind your breath. 

"What's wrong with wanting to make you feel beautiful?" He questioned while pulling a hair behind your ear. But this romantic gesture was rejected as you took a step back. 

"Why now? Is it because you're bored? Because I'm...I'm here?" Tears brimmed in your eyes as you were well aware you risked being left behind in his frustration. But the only thing you wanted more than to be with JJ was to be with him when he meant it. Not for a night. Not for a moment. 

"You think I wanted to kiss you because I was drunk? Or...desperate?" 

"You've never...until tonight...I just want to understand..."

"Because I couldn't take it anymore! That goddamn rule about no pogues macking and yet everyone has...And the one girl I wanted to..."

"Was Kie..."

"Why can't you understand that it was you."

"Because it's never me, JJ. I'm not the girl guys look to stand next to them rush and post photos of online okay? I know that. That's fine. But if this is some joke or curiosity-" 

He set both hands on your cheeks. 

"The only thing I'm curious about was your reaction because I wasn't sure how you felt about me. We've been friends for a long time and you're right, I've been with a lot of girls...but I want it to mean something with you..." 

You saw the truth behind his eyes. In the same moments he spoke of his father or the other pogues, you found him like this now. Only his focus was on you. 

"But it's you. My focus. My interest. Whatever other interesting word Pope would come up with...It's you." 

"Then can you try it again?" He nodded. A soft kiss pulled you against him. His hands were gentle to your cheeks, brushing away the tears as evidence of your former pain as he walked you towards the steps of The Chateau. You chuckled on the missteps before you were successfully inside. 

"Would you let me make you feel beautiful?" 

You could only answer with a nod. You'd expected him to be direct and vulgar, you, nervous to chuckle, but found only excitement to replace this as he led you to the back bedroom. 

"Wait...Can you go back outside?" 

"You want me to...okay..." 

"Just for a second..." You nodded before waiting on the steps. 

"Shit!" He cursed as he tripped moving in shock steps from the kitchen to the hallway. Cabinets and cupboards slamming behind his wake until only silence remained. The sudden presence of hands over your eyes returned him to you. 

"Okay...Step up..." He guided before leading you to the bedroom once again. But this time, as the door opened, you found it illuminated with candles. In true JJ fashion, he used turned over beer cans as holders for the tealights, but it made his effort that much more beautiful. 

"JJ..."

"I want you to be comfortable and-" You turned to him. 

"I'm not as experienced as what you're used to..." You interrupted him in nervousness as he nodded. 

"That's one of the more selfish reasons I like you..." He moved closer, a finger below your chin as he brought you to his lips. 

"All the things I get to teach you..." Your cheeks flushed and your thighs tightened at his words before he interlaced your fingers. 

"Do you know the reason I said beautiful last?" He asked as he pulled the sweater from your arms as he stood behind you, kissing your shoulders as you shook your head in rejection. 

"Because...I saw you. Passionate. Caring. Smart. Maybe even more than Pope." You chuckled. "Creative. Stubborn. All of it made you beautiful. Because I've gotten to know you. Those other comments, those other girls...that's all I knew were their looks..." You looked away for a moment as he collected you back to face him. 

"But sweetheart, I noticed that too...Your eyes...your smile..." He kissed your lips softly. "And if I have to even begin to describe your curves...I'm gonna need to see 'em..." He began to pull at your tank top as you paused. 

"I want you to know how beautiful you are...even if it takes all night..." He kissed you again, making you forget all of the reservations that had consumed you until now. 

"Lay down for me..." You surrendered to him. Even if the smallest of voices remained to contradict your growing confidence. 

"If there's anything you don't want, just stop me..." He pulled his hair from over his torso as your eyes glue to his muscles. He was bronzed and rigid. A dream in every way. And you basked in knowing you got to witness it. 

"But you better tell me now...because I don't think I'll be able to stop once I know how you feel...God, I've thought about it so long..." He swallowed hard as his fingers traced your thighs. 

"Can I...kiss you?" You nodded as he lowered over you. Your body tensed in the anticipation. But instead, he used the kiss of his breath along your skin. Beginning at your mouth, he casted a smirked exhale down your jaw and at your chest before lifting up your shirt. Your fingers quickly wrapped around his wrists. 

"I want to see all of you. You're so beautiful...please let me, sweetheart..." You hesitated before closing your eyes as he helped you out of your shirt. But once he noticed your distant glance, he brought you back to face him. 

"Look at me..." He was sweet, soft kisses continuing down your stomach. 

"Can I see all of you?" He inquired as he teased the cup of your bra around the entire perimeter before you slowly nodded. Lifting up to your elbows, he corrected the attempt you'd made to undress. 

"I'll do it..." He explained as you nodded. He was effortless before exposing your breasts. He scoffed. 

"Shit..." He took one within his hand before focusing on you. 

"I just want to make you feel good for me..." Your lips parted as he began to roll your nipple between his fingers. A new fire developed between your thighs as your gasp informed him of your favorable reaction. 

"Does that feel good?" 

You nodded. 

"I'm gonna do both..." You bit your bottom lip as he had done just that. Both breasts given equal attention. But he needed more, quickly, as you began to motion beneath him. And as you relished in his touch, his mouth surprised your skin with his wrap. 

"JJ-"

"Mmm..." He moaned, repeating this affection to both sensitive mounds. 

"I asked earlier if I could kiss you...I didn't get to make it clear where..." He kissed down your stomach again. The insecurity you once had to the vulnerability was now replaced with the confidence he left behind. 

"Nobody's ever-" You confessed as he rose from between your thighs. 

"Oh sweetheart...I love knowing I get to be the first..." He prepared you for him. Removing your panties, you swallowed hard to now be completely bare for him. Sending your nervousness, he stood between your legs. Undressing. Completely. 

"Now it's fair." He smirked as your eyes adored his physique. Every perfect inch that you were now able to appreciate without hiding your interest from afar. 

"Where was I?" He asked himself as he positioned both your legs over his shoulders. 

"Nobody's here...so be as loud as you want..." 

"I..I don't want to annoy you.." He scoffed. 

"It tells me I'm doing a good job...it's nothing to be embarrassed about... especially with me." He kissed down your thighs in slow succession to savor how you trembled beneath him. As he inches closer and closer to your sex, he smirked as you shifted in pure unbridled uncertainty yet trust. 

"If anything hurts, tell me..." You nodded. He began with a teasing kiss to your clit as you smirked. But this fell to pleasure as he took that sensitive bundle of nerves between his teeth, sucking you into his tongue. When he watched how your fingers fisted the sheets in approval, he began to flick his tongue in the hold made with his new clench until only that suction remained. 

He worked himself against you as you allowed the breathless moans to validate his endeavors. But he craved more. He needed more. So he led your hand to his hair. You took this instruction and began to take hold of his locks instead as he nodded. 

"JJ..." He withdrew to the sound of his name. 

"I want you to try to do something for me..." 

You waited anxiously for his request. At first, your mind became plagued with illicit positions and actions. All things you'd be willing to try, but need guidance for. But instead, he would surprise you with his selfless submission. 

'I want you to come on my face...Do you think you can do that for me?" You hesitated. 

"I don't care how long it takes...you taste..." He licked his lips, "I could do this all night...I just want to make you come...to make you feel beautiful...to make you feel good..." You nodded softly. 

"Then take your time, princess." He moved between your legs again. Only now, he was a man on a mission. Kindness now secondary, he dove into your lower lips. 

"Please...let me hear you.." He breathed into you as your body betrayed any attempt to remain silent. 

"Mmm..." He moaned between your legs as your eyes witnessed his motions. He was ravaging your most intimate of nerves and you struggled to do anything but reserve your tremors. When he sensed this, he pulled a hand to your breast until the kneading left you shameless. 

"JJ...I'm..."

He only nodded before rising just high enough to insert one finger into you. The surprise made you gasp and a quick lift of his eyes validated that this was from pleasure. But with the second came the arch of your back as the pressure along with the suction became too much. 

"JJ!" Your body rushed against him in ecstasy as he held you down with an arm across your waist.

"I thought you were beautiful before...something special about when you come for me..."  He licked his lips, kissing your thigh in his exit as he stood between your legs. 

"I don't want to sound selfish, sweetheart...but tasting you and heading you moan like that...Any change you can take a bit more?"

You nodded quickly. "Please...." He smirked wide enough to deepen his dimples. 

"Good...I'll start slow..." He aligned himself with your sex before pausing. Tearing through the drawer, he breathed a sigh of victory to the lone condom in wait for him. Even though your thoughts casted to the others he'd used before you, his voice returned you to this moment exclusively with him. 

"Fuck..." He exhaled once he'd set himself inside of you. 

"Is it-" you nodded, clenching around him in the foreign fulfillment you'd been denied until now. 

"If it's too much..."

"Please...don't stop..." You pleaded as he began in soft motions. These eased thrusts began to grow in desperation as he brought you deeper against him. 

A blur of skin became of the two of you as you shifted the sheets beneath you. Perspiration made the glide easier as he built to an ungodly  pace into you. His moans vibrated at the gluttonous suck made at your breast as his hands were feverish for any skin he could adorn. 

"Shit!" He cursed behind his building release. "How do you feel so good?! Goddamnit!" He chortled as you rolled your hips as he held them down with his own. 

"Unless you want me to come right now you need to sit still..."

"I want you to..." 

"Yeah?" His hand came softly to your cheek once pressing the softest peck to your lips. 

"Can you say it for me?" 

"Co-come for me, JJ...please..." He kissed you again, this time with the tease of his tongue at your bottom lip, before he returned to his focus. But in the process of coming back to that curvature of pleasure, a second release began within you. Your skin chilled. Your abdomen tightened. That echo of what was about to come has been broadcast in your expression. 

"Come with me...please, sweetheart...I know you can do it..." You nodded, feeling him favor your motions against this one. Every wave of your hips met graciously with his own until the pleas silenced to sharp inhales and a final utterance of your name from his lips. 

"Fuck!" He validated as you smirked. Kissing you one final time, he collapsed beside you. 

"Come here..." He set you at his chest. 

"Why haven't we done that sooner?" He asked as you cradled tighter into him. With a wide smirk, you shrugged. 

"Get some rest, sweetheart. I'm making you the best waffle from the toaster in the morning. Maybe two." You smirked as he kissed your head.

But somewhere in the night as bliss had been a means to stay asleep as long as you had, you heard familiar voices pull you to your soles. Using rj sheets as you were left naked, you heard Kiara, your best friend, speak to JJ. 

"How was it?" 

"I'm not telling you any details...If you wanted to know, you find out for yourself...actually..." You could hear Kiara hit him as he fell off kilter. 

"Did it work?" You stilled. 

"Come on JJ, I don't need details. I just wanted to give her a bit of a confidence boost...so..."

Your heart caved into itself. 

"Was it bad?"

"It shouldn't have happened, not like that-" You didn't care to wait for another word. Instead, you dressed in whatever clothes you could find behind your tears. Stealing your keys from the floor as they'd fallen during the undressing, you barreled passed them as both realized you were awake. 

"Shit..." Kiara uttered as JJ chased after you. 

"At least now I know why...a pity fuck?! That's even worse!"

"No!"

"So Kiara didn't ask you to do it? And you'll just do anything for her, right?"

"It's...fuck, there's more than that, okay-"

"No there isn't! You used the feelings I had for you because you knew you'd...you'd get laid...and I believed it was more…'

"I meant it. The way I went about it was wrong, I admit it-' you tried to leave again but he took hold of your hand. 

"But I don't regret it. I HAVE wanted to do that for a long time. And it wasn't until Kie told me that I knew you liked me for sure. But I didn't know...I have never been more nervous for anything!"

"Because you didn't want Kie mad at you?"

"Because I didn't want to lose you! But I couldn't stand being around you for another second without knowing! It just happened to be the same time. Two birds with one stone. And yes, I used it as an excuse to know. But now I do and you can't deny it now!" He took your face between his hands. 

"Not when my sheets smell like you and I know exactly how you sound when you come. Not that I know to bend my fingers just right and rub slowly to make your toes curl. But more than that...how you talk in your sleep. How you smirk after you have sex....how your heart feels against mine when you're at peace."

Your eye flashed to Kiara as she emerged with worried eyes. 

"How can I believe you?"

"If you think I only did it to please her? I'll take you back in there right now and make sure she can hear it this time. Maybe record it. Maybe broadcast it-'

"JJ-"

"Whatever it takes to prove it. This wasn't a one time thing. It was a risk. And I'm scared as hell that if you leave...you can't leave! I...I love you..." Your eyes returned to him. 

"No games. No lies. No fucking ulterior motives. The truth. I'm risking it all and-" You silenced him with a kiss. A tender passion that ended the eventful night on the highest and sweetest note as you were wrapped in the arms of the man you loved. 

"I love you too..." You confessed as he smirked. 

"Good. I still intend to make her hear you next time, though..." He winked as you blushed, feeling as if no moment could ever be greater than this. Unaware how he was just getting started. 

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Baby Daddy: The Fundraiser

TW: public sexual actions. Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. Toxic behaviors from both reader and Rafe. 

SUMMARY: You decide to get even against Rafe after he goes way too far…

WORD COUNT: 1700

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Standing before the mirror, skin luminescent with a glossy sheen from a rendezvous with someone other than Rafe and you could actually smile to the pleasure left in a buzz between your thighs. Better yet, it had been with someone close enough to him that he was certain to offer the mind-blowing details Rafe knew made the moment truly authentic. It had been a small step in distancing yourself from him. Even if it still failed to produce that same thoroughly fucked feeling you came to know with him, it would take time. 

At least that was what you'd hoped. 

Coming back into the minimalist bedroom decorated in slate hues and golden accents, you found Topper quickly adjusting something on his phone before returning his focus to you. 

"You seem like a pancake type of girl..." 

"With whipped cream..." His brows rose. 

"Maybe we should test it out now? Make sure it didn't go bad?" You nodded. 

"Ready when you are." Thrusting the sheets aside, you couldn't help but admire him. As if there was one thing he was better at than Rafe, it has been his reliability. The fact you knew you'd see him when he made original plans, call when he said he would. He was healthy for you. He was considerate both in and out of bed. He was-

Your eyes couldn't help but magnetize to the screen illuminating within the darkness. Peeking over to ensure it wasn't detrimental or time sensitive, you saw Rafe's contact. Aware you had only a second, you heard him return, which meant the contents would have to wait. 

"Do you think we can wait until tomorrow? I think you tired me out, champ." He beamed at the compliment, more susceptible to agree  to this, before falling asleep at your side. It took only a handful of minutes of feigned sleep and a light whisper of his name to validate that he had been asleep. Using his hand to unlock his phone with a thumbprint, you found the message in question. 

"I owe you, Top..." Your eyes narrowed as you scrolled upwards, finding a video file. Your heart sank as you watched yourself in technicolor, angles and positions only Rafe had set you in before. 

It was enough to leave that instant. You didn't care if he heard you dress or even slam his front door as you slipped into your car at rest in the parking garage in the complex. Not when you were a woman scorned and your fury contradicts even the hottest of hells.

Lucky for you, you would be able to enact vengeance this very night as Rafe happened to be downtown at an event for his company. With a quick touch up to your makeup and adjustment to your hair, you strolled into the fundraiser with a million dollar smile as eyes fell to you immediately. Without a chaperone or companion, you stood out even more, which allowed all eyes to address you, whether intentional or from a distracted note of peripheral inquiry. 

"That isn't what you told me last week, though..." You interrupted Rafe's conversation as he was split between anger, confusion, and arousal. The dress worn battled against the contradiction he had against you to use it as binds for your hands or as a trophy for everyone else to remind any who questioned that you were his. But it was your belittling of his character that threatened the glass in his hand to break. 

"You told me you were looking at telling "those assholes from corporate that they should focus on the properties around Charleston and get their heads out of their," You feigned embarrassment, "Oh shit...you're from..."

"Corporate..." One man offered his hand as the two others were too busy glaring at Rafe or basking in your ensemble to make note of the insult. 

"Sorry, a bit too much champagne-" Rafe pulled you against his side. 

"We're going home-" But to this, you slipped from his grasp. Because you knew Rafe was dominant through and through, but he would not risk the reputation of his surname, even if it meant putting you in your place. 

"Mister Cameron! It's been..."

"I was pestering Rafe to bring someone worth talking to. All these old guys are stiffs." You narrowed your eyes to Ward. As many found him to be intimidating, you always managed to have effortless conversations. This only aggravated his son further as he seemed to hollow whenever he was near his paternal figure. 

"The only thing you ever did right." Ward reminded his son, who clenched his jaw. 

"So tell me, how did we get so lucky to have you with us tonight? And where's my grandson?" 

You answered his question with the grace and eloquence expected from anyone connected to a demure family such as their own. All while throwing daggers at Rafe when possible. This continued through the night as Ward showed you off with pride until his offspring had enough. Somewhere between discussing how Rafe wasn't smart enough to keep you and how you'd be a better fit to the role of an employee than him as you shared ideas, you were dragged away to a more secluded corridor within the hotel. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing here in a dress like that wanting all this attention when you know all you have to do is ask..." 

"Who says I want your attention?" 

"The dress. The fact you're here..." He paused, eyes triangulating to your eyes and finally your lips as he took a step closer. 

"You are not leaving this room unfucked..."

"Maybe not. But not from you..." His brows arched in curiosity. 

"Oh?" 

"But you can watch, Rafe...I know how much you like to watch someone else fuck me..." His expression stilled and drained of all color. For the first time in the entirety you'd known him, you had not only made Rafe Cameron speechless, but also fearful. 

"What are you-"

You pushed Rafe up against the wall, nose nuzzling his jaw as you could feel it tense beneath your motivations. 

"Mmm..." You began softly, guiding his hands up your back. "Did you watch it yet? Did you see how he kissed me?"

"What are you-"

"Did you see how he was sweet and then nearly broke his bed with how hard he thrust into me? How he pointed me to the camera for you? But he was sweet...he felt so good...I can still feel how deep and hard he was...bigger than you-"

"Shut that slutty little mouth if you know what's good for you-" He threatened as you moved to his ear, capturing it between your teeth. Your entire body was close enough against his that you could feel every instead breath and repressed word. Even the strained cock expressed against you. Your favorite tattle you felt often.

"Mmm Rafe....oh....ahh..." You voiced a false orgasm, quiet enough to be concealed from the earshot of any other guests but directed at him.

"My car. Two minutes-"

"You have your little video, Rafe. Enough to watch as much as you want..." You teased the outline of his cock as you brushed your lips across his own. 

"You want to fuck me?" His jaw tightened as you retreated enough to read his expression. 

"Then watch how he did. Because you won't get to again." You pushed hard into his chest, using his torso as a means of stability to distance yourself before he clenched his jaw and watched you leave. 

This was the high you'd been searching for. Better than any release, even those given by Rafe. Having the last word, the look of shock and defeat across his expression, and you moved to your car to return home to your son. 

But you only managed to make it to the stone wall directly outside of the elevator before a hand forced you to a dimly lit alleyway. Before you could object or speak, your skirt was lifted and you were taken into a bend against the wall. 

"You will always be mine. I hope you got him out of your system because nobody else will ever get the chance to have you again. You're fucking mine." He thrust. The familiar cruelty making you arch immediately as he breathed heavily into your ear. Without a care of courtesy to be quiet or reserved, he unleashed himself into you as the animal he was. Unapologetic as fueled solely by his lust. 

"Look at me when I make you come-" He forced you to face him, teasing your sex with his cock as he kept another hand in your jaw. 

"That face. That one belongs to me." He lifted you over him, your body crashing down onto his rigid shaft as every nerve was left electrified by him. You stood corrected. Nothing had felt like this. He had never been this desperate. This focused. And it left you feeling manic. Your skin too hot, his breath too close, his thrusts too deep. And it has you howling like the bitch in heat he made you into for him. 

"All of you." He forced the top part of your dress to tear, groping you in possession, palming as you moaned and cried in pleasure beneath him. He was ecstasy and chaos. Pain and pleasure. And you were the unlucky recipient to both his kindness and selfish collection. 

"Anybody else pulled shit like that and they'd be fucked in an entirely different way...but you...you drive me fucking crazy!" He confessed as you scoffed. His body building into a climb that would certainly leave marks upon your back from the stone behind. But you accepted it as wounds of desire as you were pounded and raised in equal measure. 

"Yes! Fuck!" You belted as he rested his lips into your neck. An uncharacteristically silent pause as he took you in force to accept him. 

"M..." He began, his release promoting your own as he burst around him. 

"Marry me..." He exclaimed into your skin. No matter how muffled the words, you could have identified them anywhere. 

"It wasn't a question..." He explained as he set you back to your feet, your wide eyes and lips set in the same part. 

"You will…"

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Retribution

TW: Dark!Reader. Smut. Language. Public sex. 

SUMMARY: You seek out Rafe to avenge your broken heart. 

WORD COUNT: 2400

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Dark!reader getting back at JJ fucking Rafe while holding eye contact with him the entire time and Rafe totally unaware of JJ

Retribution

JJ Maybank hated Kooks. It wasn't a secret. The way his sarcasm was directed as more of a means of pain than humor was a reason the feelings were well beyond mutual. But nobody hated JJ more than Rafe Cameron. And it was because of this exclusive animosity they wore for one another that had you set to him as your destination. Knowing it was the only way for JJ to understand the pain he caused to your heart. The war raged to an already fragile muscle he exercised almost as much as the excuses he attempted to make against his actions. 

"Please don't make me drink alone..." You whined as you approached him in the surf of the beach. Only his toes kissed by the meeting of each thrusting wave as you offered him a glass bottle of some off brand alcohol. He accepted and moved to the side despite the fact you had over a mile of beach to choose from. 

"Maybank prefer the cheap stuff?" He asked, always affected by the mention of any pogue, but something specific in his tone as he spoke against JJ. Especially when you started dating him. 

"I want to make a bet..." His brows rose. 

"Okay..." You bit your bottom lip. "I can drink faster..." His eyes narrowed in observation of you. 

"And I'm guessing you want something?" You leaned forward with a gentle nod, teasing him and making your intentions well known. 

"A kiss." His expression softened from any former angst that was in his attempt at contentment. Something mirroring relief or even anxiety came in the near lift of a smirk as his eyes illuminated. 

"And if I win?" To this, you set your hands on his thigh and positioned yourself in place of your recent palm. You now straddled him.

"Winner's choice..." You rocked against him, his breath hitching beneath you. 

"What about-" he motioned back towards the heart of the beach, just out of sight of you and Rafe. 

"Do you want me to go back?" His fingers dug into your hips as his head waved in rejection. 

"Then cheers..." But as you went to carry the neck of the bottle to your mouth, he pulled it away. He brought you close enough to taste the whiskey he had prior as a kiss of his breath teased your eager mouth. 

"You didn't follow the rules..." You reminded as your hands ran over his shoulders and collected behind his neck. 

"I usually don't. Breaking them is more fun." To this, he compressed the distance separating you. Soft lips to your own surprised you with the carnality you expected. Passion remained in reserve as he took this initial interaction as a test for what you were prepared for, as he didn't want to frighten you with his deprivation. 

"Let's say I won..." He explained while kissing down your jaw after making you breathless. A brush of his thumb over your nipple leaving you to shudder. 

"I want to touch you..." You nodded. This simple act of consent motivating his hand beneath your bikini. The second your nipple was exposed, his fingers began to roll it in a pinch. 

"I don't care why you came to me...but you're not leaving until I've seen every inch he doesn't deserve to..." He wrapped his second arm around your hips, forcing you to feel his swollen cock at your sex. 

"While you feel every inch of me..." 

"Rafe..." You were taken to the sand, your body at rest with the warm grains beneath you as he shuffled to bring you as close to him as possible. But as you reached for his face, he took your wrists above your head with his singular dominant grasp. 

"Keep them there..." His breath teased your lips as you craved more. The recklessness of how exposed you had been was enough of an aphrodisiac and yet you didn't expect to need his kiss this deeply. Convincing yourself it was because it was forbidden, in truth, it was because he knew how to kiss you. He didn't rush or kiss for the sake of being a lover. He kissed as if he had the ambition of washing the memory of all others away. And with only the tease of his fingers and the kiss itself, it was successful. 

"Until you feel my tongue." Your eyes opened to understand what he meant before he kissed down your neck, chest, and continued lower still. The line of your suit was infiltrated in a taunt before a finger slipped beneath the fabric. 

Your hands reached for him in the desperation for anything but the useless sand beneath your grip. 

"Not yet..." As your lips parted to plead, a finger curved inside of you, the pressure of your g-spot located, sending your back to pull into an arch. 

"Jesus, has he ever made you come?" You refrained from answering as nothing had felt like Rafe's fingers. Absolutely nothing. 

But you were only allowed a moment of this before he retracted those slow pumps. 

"Rafe..." You whined his name as a prayer, hoping it would be answered somewhere in the hollow of his own patience. 

"I've thought about this for so long...I'm gonna savor it..." His breath was hot in the remaining distance made from your chest to your hip, his fingers pulling aside your suit as he smirked. 

"You're already pouring out for me baby and I've barely touched you...But I still have so much to do so unless you want to be overstimulated, pace yourself ..." He warned as he carried a single stripe between your folds. 

"Shit..." One taste and he dove into you. Your legs pulled over his shoulders and your fingers wrapped through his locks in desperation. He smirked when feeling you drive yourself against his tongue. But he was the dominant between you. At least for now. And with a set grip to your hip, he pinned you into the floor of the beach. 

"Rafe...RAFE!" Your lips pried apart in desperation as he pulled your thighs wider. 

"How long does it take him?" You struggled to do anything but moan. His skillset rivaling even your fantasies. As he quickened that very touch until retracing his tongue and denying you the pleasure. 

"I want to know if he deserves the way you're drowning me..."

"Longer-it takes longer." You confessed. Not necessarily because he wasn't versed, but because he was unable to focus on one thing without needing a change. The irony, not lost on you as you knew he viewed you the same. He has gotten comfortable. Bored. And found something new to test out. But Rafe was devoted like a man starved as he savored you throughout until you were on that edge for him. 

"You're so beautiful baby...I am going to make you come in every way he did but replace all those fake orgasms with real ones..." He spit between your lower lips strictly for the reaction you offered. 

"And then, I'm gonna do it again for me..." He flipped you onto your knees and removed your  bottoms before two long fingers pumped into you. Each reset making you more desperate as you hands convicted to the sand with purchase. 

"Bad girl getting fucked like a whore but feels like an angel and yet I'm the lucky son of a bitch that have the contradiction..." He spoke while pulling you up to his chest. 

"I'll never take it for granted, baby. Not the way you sound. The way you feel. And definitely not the way you're gonna come..." He took a hand around your neck as the other sashed down to your clit. 

"Focus on me baby...forget about him..." But as he spoke these words, your eyes fell to JJ from when he searched for you once noticing your absence. It could have been minutes or hours as it no longer mattered in the contrast to how Rafe felt. 

"I'm gonna put in it-" You craned your arm around the back of his neck to pull him in to kiss you. 

"Hard..." You issued softly as he nodded. The immense stretch from his cock making you gasp as you had forgotten about JJ long enough to deny the guilt and pleasure at war in your lower abdomen. 

"You're so big!"

"Does it hurt?" You nodded quickly as he bottom outed with each thrust. Not ceasing them, but slowed them for effect. 

"Good." He growled carnally in your ear as your eyes rolled closed. 

"More...please..." It was all you could ask for. 

"How do you want to come first?" 

"On top." You spoke quickly, wanting JJ to see the way Rafe held you, the way you would arch your back, while also keeping Rafe unaware of his audience. 

He withdrew himself from you and laid flat on the sand, your fingers gingerly playing with the fabric. 

"I wanna kiss every inch of you, Rafe..."

"Let's compromise," He directed your fingers to drive in a trail based on your nails. "Leave marks, baby...I want to look at them and remember how this felt..." 

"You plan to forget?"

"Not as long as I live." He pulled you down on to him. Your mouth wide and desperate as he pulled you down onto a kiss. 

"You set the pace and I'll follow..." He guided as you began slowly until he ended up taking over. Your nails leaving the marks he requested as he sneered beneath you. You noticed immediately at the rush this brought him. A soft sadist beneath your touch. 

"Harder..." He breathed to you as you dug your nails deeper, his teeth clenching before he battered your sex, your breasts taken by each hand. 

"I love those little sounds you make when I do this...even more cause you mean it..."

"Please keep...keep playing with me..."

"Sweetheart...I'm not fucking playing." You were rolled into the sand, his toes anchoring him flat as his body weighed you still, his hips thrusting against yours in a bruising rush that you welcomed with ease. You forfeited the care against JJ and focused solely on Rafe. 

His breath. His muscles. His body. His presence. His fingers. His tongue. 

His cock...fuck...his cock. Penetrative and thick, curving perfectly inside of you to hit every spot JJ needed to work to achieve. And you adored that he did. Just not that he did it with others as well. It was what made your coming orgasm stronger. Knowing you were being watched. Knowing he would see how Rafe was making you come. In a way he never could, and he'd now never be allowed to try.

"You feel so good-" You explained as he nodded into your shoulder. 

"Say it again."

"You feel so fucking good, Rafe! Better than JJ!" He clasped his hand over your mouth."

"Then he and nobody else deserves to hear how I'm about to make you scream..." Your body buckled and erupted beneath him as he held you in place. Wave after wave of ecstasy met with his hips as he slowed himself just enough for you to have only a hint of overstimulation. 

"On my face, baby...you belong here..." He guided you there until you say on his chest, thighs framing his chiseled features. 

"I'm gonna suffocate you-"

"I hope so..." He groaned as he sunk you down onto him. Only dark eyes rolling closed as you called out his name. Your body rolled and guided so he could savor you completely while JJ was in awe. Somewhat aroused to witness but also more bewildered. Your body having never moved quite that way for him and because of it, he seemed to study you. But he was undeserving. At least without a reminder. 

"Let go..." You guided Rafe before positioning yourself with your ass towards JJ. A smile over Rafe's face validated his approval as you took his dripping cock in your kiss. But as you tried to find a rhythm, he was expertly between your folds. 

"Slow down, I'm gonna come again..." 

"I said every way..." He explained as you worked him well. Twisting and sucking as he snickered and groaned. Cursed and your name called in a summoning before he sucked hard solely on your clit and abandoning your opening. 

"Please tell me he's taken you here..." He asked, teasing your ass as your body trembled. 

"No..." 

"Good..." His thumb brushed, supplying enough pressure to tease. 

"Next time, I'm starting here..." He bit your ass cheek before slapping it. "Now come on my face, I can't take much more of your mouth. Ride my tongue baby...mmmhmm..." You worked with his tongue before your body shook over him. 

"Yes!" You called into the sky as he pulled your legs as close to him as possible. But something else found pressure. A foreign pressure you never had before, something building deep in your core , a pressure that tested your bladder. 

"Rafe, stop! I have to...I'm gonna...oh, fuck-" but he only smiled and kept you pinned as you poured over him, his mouth taking every drop. 

"Knees. I need to come..."but as you watched him prepare to take you from behind, you lowered yourself over his thighs, hands at a rest to set him back down. 

"I wanna swallow you, Rafe...every drop..."

"Oh shit...I'm not gonna last..."

"Good...I want it now..." You moaned, eyes kept to Rafe long enough to see JJ tense. He knew your mouth just as well and felt the loss of watching Rafe shift beneath you. 

"Fuck! Oh God!" 

You smiled. "Yeah?" You broke as he sat up on the support of one palm, bent over you. 

"I'm gonna come...fuck...keep going...oh...come here...." He lifted your ass to fuck the dripping pussy beneath. Only his fingertips, as you came as he had. New cum joining the former . Covering him as he called out your name. 

"Fuck, I needed that..." He grinned.

"So did I..." You bit your bottom lip once swallowing him. 

"Is he still there?" Your eyes widened.

"N-no-" He looked over his shoulder. 

"Good." You were taken back to the sand. 

"Because this time it's for me, and I'm not gonna be as nice..." He was inside you again, cock hardening from within. 

"Fuuuuck..." You breathed in finality, having arrived for a purpose but remaining for a different one entirely. 

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From Afar

TW: Dom!JJ. Smut. Public acts of sexuality. Language. Degrading Language. Cheating. 

Kook!Reader x JJ Maybank. 

SUMMARY: Your decision to entertain yourself at the expense of a pogue has unforeseen consequences.

WORD COUNT: 3000

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

From Afar

Halfway through the summer meant all of the best parties had come to pass and became memories of such reckless and immature highlights. Memories you may come to regret or cringe at when describing in reminiscence had been proof of your vitality. But for now, it just meant that you were unbelievably bored. 

Picking at your nails had been the most productive trait you'd performed today. And with the heat blistering and a lack of motivation from an entitled lifestyle you had become entitled to as a birthright, you sought out entertainment in the most unethical, and immoral, of ways. 

A way that came in the form of a six foot blonde surfer loitering outside his best friend's father's store with a puff of smoke omitting between a set of dangerous dimples. The same dimples you'd always noticed even when the words spoken between would be mindless and a reason to cringe or become upset as he often spoke against those you called friends. Those dimples were always a means of silent intrigue. 

But as you looked at him from the passenger side car while in wait, you saw his eyes flick towards you. You tested the duration of his focus, almost as if to ensure he was worth the risk you were preparing to take. Once his eyes trained to you, almost as if to question if you were truly before him, you set two fingers into your puckered lips. The slow insertion was contrasted by the satisfying pop as you lowered your fingers into the bottoms of your bikini. His eyes widened as his jaw tensed at the sight. 

Shameless. 

His eyes followed the rise and twist of your wrist as you experimented to what angle could bring you to that edge fastest. But you were aware the only way to find that release would be a fondling of a secondary sensation. To this, your second hand rose to your breast, pulling down the fabric just enough to tease the breast he has been tempted with in the design of the suit already leaving such little to the imagination. Rather slowly, and with eyes set into his own, you pulled at the pebbled nub and released a silent moan that set him to shift in place. 

You were always a luminescent yet untouchable object just out of reach. An ornament to some Kook as you accompanied them throughout the island. But at this moment, you were performing for him. Striking those unsavory chords with nothing more than your well versed fingers and a former layout of late night practices. 

"JJ..." You mouthed his name as your body rose from the seat, chest heaving, and an expression compressed to fight the desperate whimpers you knew he would elicit from you. His reputation between your friends, and advisaries, validating this. Positions and sensations even those before him in their most valiant of attempts couldn't come close to. And he could do so without much effort. It was that effortlessness and danger you craved above all else. The unknown you wanted to uncover, even if you were the one bare for him now. 

"Fuck..." He breathed to himself, a tightened jaw showcasing his dimples and bone structure as you looked at him from across the scene, forgetful of how risky this had been. But that high was near enough to accept such radicular beratement. 

Heat pooling at the center of your suit, that release was on the other side of a handful of swipes. Thoughts of his skin rushing yours, his face contorting to his own pleasure, and the ultimate sound of your name as a whimper from his lips sent you riding into your hand as you shuddered midday in broad daylight with that well needed orgasm. 

In the nick of time of your fingers leaving your jean shorts pulled apart when first witnessing JJ, the door to the hardware store came open to reveal your boyfriend. The very reason you could never act on your fantasies no matter the desire to do so. A constant desire it was, always just out of reach. 

As the car passed the corner in which he stood, mouth hung open and eyes heavy with lust, the most victorious of smiles came over your expression as you left the moment of recklessness at your rearview. 

But he would remember. Every detail of how you appeared to him. How you tormented him. And JJ Maybank was the type of guy to get even...

Hours passed as Topper's arm pulled from your shoulders to slink down onto Kelce's couch. He kept you close, a sign of possession worn on the heavy hand at a rest between your thighs, but he was too drunk to notice, or care, for how monotonous the night had become. The same conversations of them discussing surfing and college as you felt as more of an accompaniment than a partner. But you blamed it on your inability to find comfort at rest. Too lively to be content in one place for too long. A nomad at heart. Possibly born into a family on the wrong side of the island. 

"Want a hit?" Rafe teased as you rejected his offer of the line drawn on the table. Making some comment about how you couldn't handle it anyway, you took it as a chance to leave as Topper was fading on the couch. Half drunk and half fatigued, you left him behind you. 

Your cheeks blushed as you thought of your actions earlier that day as everything at this party reminded you of it. Any girl in matching jean shorts or any guy with blonde hair. Even the song playing as background noise had returned you to the bold moment you'd experienced without so much as his touch. 

The heat between your thighs returned as you wondered if you could satisfy it without returning with a guilty expression. But ultimately, your duties as a girlfriend would come first as Topper swayed as he stood. It was enough to make you roll your eyes and regret coming with him. 

Finishing the drink you'd made in the kitchen, you promised your mutual friends you would take him home when you came back from the restroom. Pushing through a selection of nameless guests, many of whom were friends of friends, you climbed the steps in a slow gait, no need to rush. But the second you broke from the stair and to the steady ground of the second floor, you were taken into a bedroom. The door closed behind you and a familiar scent of sea, marijuana, and salt exposing his identity. 

"I don't like games, princess..." 

"Who said I was playing anything?" You asked with a grin wide enough to be noted in the darkness. 

"You couldn't afford to play with me..." You teased, the smirk heard in your words as you could feel his scoff, see his dimples, read the sin behind his eyes. The very sin you were responsible for not even a handful of hours prior. 

"Who says I want to?" 

"You're here..."

"Because I'm tired of you Kooks thinking you can do whatever you want without repercussions." Your lips parted in surprise. 

"A big word for you, Maybank, gold star..." 

"Think you're cute, huh? Think every guy is just dying to take you out? Buy you flowers?" He took a step closer, the extent of his body felt as he pinned you to the door at your back. The wood creaking as you turned to view it before turning back to him. But once you had, you were a centimeter from his face as the edge of his nose brushed yours. 

"I don't want to date you. I don't want to be nice to you." He set his palms on the wall on either side of you. 

"I want to fuck you." 

"What's it like to want?"

"That's right..." He slowly nodded, "You don't, do you? Want a necklace or some bracelet and you scheme one of your monetary idiots to get it...daddy buys everything for you...right? Guys lining up from here to The Cut for a chance with you? Well...they must not be doing it right if you were touching yourself in broad daylight to get my attention..." His hand was on your hip, a thumb extended to your seam. 

"So you have it...what are you gonna do with it?" He teased as your fingers rushed through his hair as you pulled him into you. The curiosity to know his kiss was no longer an unknown. His lips were softer in ambition and existence than you could have imagined, worsened by the smirk that crafted by your initiation. 

"Who says I want it?" He appeared indifferent before those fingers brushed your clothed clit. A short skirt making this easy as your back arched from the wall. 

"Every inch of you...Jesus, can Kooks do anything right?" His second hand came to your breast before you could defend the group in which you belonged. But trust funds and money could not teach them what experience he brought onto you. The perfect motions of his touch, tormenting you just enough to be unbearable and the occasional peace brought in the pleasure offered for only a moment. 

"Apparently you didn't come hard enough earlier if you're still this wet...this desperate...So let me show you how to do it properly..." He set your own fingers to your sex , mimicking how his fingers danced just moments prior, but with the pads of your own touch. 

"Maybe you don't have to risk touching yourself on my side of the island just to get my attention...." Your mouth pulled apart. "Maybe you can just get yourself ready for me..." His fingers suddenly withdrew as he had you nearly panting for him. His name, a near plea on your lips. Your body tremulous in the desperation of his touch. 

"Let's see what sounds a princess makes when she makes herself come for a dirty pogue..." The way your fingers fisted his shirt widened his smirk as you pulled him harder into you. His scoff felt at your parted lips. You needed more. All of him. But as you ventured to capture a kiss, he retracted. 

"You aren't in control here, sweetheart. You had your fun. Now it's my turn..." With your fingers still active between your lower lips, he pulled you to the bed you had forgotten was even present in the room. Yet, he wouldn't allow you the comfort of a rest. As you went to sit, he took hold of the back of your neck and pounded his fingers into you. 

"You don't say a fucking word. Listen to how wet you are...listen to your body wanting me." He spoke against you, forehead at rest to yours that strained beneath him. 

"Don't come-"

"JJ-" He scoffed. 

"This isn't the part where you scream my name..." To this you were offered a few more pumps before being pushed to the bed. 

"I want to watch closer." He explained, standing between your legs and unlatching his belt. His rings catching the light of the window as you craved the fingers against you. Inside of you. Pinning you. Anything! It was maddening. 

"I want you..."

"Probably the first time in your life to want..." You gasped as he pulled you further to the bed, closer to him. 

"You wanted to show me...so show me..." His voice was low. Guttural. Threatening even as you began to stroke yourself. Some forbidden chord set in a perfect rhythm as he lowered, sending your eyes to roll. But the lower his descension, the wider your legs would be pulled until your knees were against the bed. 

"Faster-" He instructed, his mouth parting, nearly watering, as you toyed with yourself for him. 

"I just showed you how...you can do better than that..." He patronized as you narrowed your eyes. 

"JJ-"

"Just what would all your little friends say to you touching on yourself for a pogue? Hmm? Calling out his name?" His fingers swiped around you motions. "Dripping for me?" His mouth parted as he licked his lips. 

"And Jesus, you are dripping…fuck…"

"I don't care.."

"No? So you don't care if they hear you?" 

"No!"

"Don't. Come."

"JJ!" 

"Faster." He forced your hand to make the speed you hesitated to. At the moment as your body became lost to the sensations, he retreated. 

"Well I don't want anyone to hear you. Can't ruin my reputation thinking I want some bratty little Kook."

You were breathless. Winded. Even more desperate for him that you were in the car-even ten seconds prior. 

"JJ..." 

"For the first time in your life, you're going to do it yourself. You want it...take it..." He motioned down to his pants. You moved from your elbows and closer to him. 

"Go on..." He continued as your eyes flashed to him. But as your gaze fell to take in his anatomy as it was pulled by your activation, he pulled your hair slowly. 

"Keep your eyes on me..." You didn't fight him as you only lowered to your knees and pulled his shorts to his ankles. An intimidating yet aesthetically pleasing cock teasing your kiss. A teasing peck set on the edge as he breathed a simple deep exhale. 

"Don't act all sweet. You wanted to be a whore, so take me in the back of your throat like one-" He gasped with the depth in which you took him. The same depth you kept and released as he bent over you and grilled onto the bed. 

"Fuck!"

It was the only utterance he was able to make. Your name sounded too innocent and God himself shied away as he called on his wavering faith. You were his anchor, his pain, his pleasure, and at this moment, his vice. Your hand twisted from base to tip as you  broke for breath. 

"Enough..." He winced weakly, hoping you'd be more desperate than him. But your suction and hollowed cheeks, the vibration from your moaning, all of this became too much too quickly. He was spilling into you despite his best efforts, forcing him to pull you on conviction. You were allowed even a breath before being turned on the bed. 

"My way, princess...like the whore you are..." He smacked your ass, making you gasp, before he arranged himself with a condom. You looked back in the nick of time to watch him align his cock with you and slip in effortlessly, you holding him like a vice once he bottomed out. 

"Goddamnit-" he grunted. 

"I know you aren't a virgin, but you're too fucking tight to be the whore I thought you were...maybe you just need the right dick, right?" You bit your lip.

Plowing into you, you were unhinged before him, a vessel as your release was on the other side of his mercy. 

"JJ!" You shrieked as he swipes your ass again. 

"Look at me...Watch me fuck you..." 

"I can't..." You explained as he pulled you at an angle in which your leg would come to rest at his shoulder. 

"No more fucking excuses." He spat, eyes wide for a moment as his lips parted in pain of a rush of stimulation. Too much pleasure. Too much of you. 

"You like that?"

"Yes...." You groaned. 

"Tell me it feels good..."

"It..." He took his hand around your breast, a pinch made to your nipples as you trembled. Your legs taking on a life of their own as they were kept locked by his motions.

"You like being fucked like this, don't you sweetheart…can't even tell me how good it is…" Not a nerve untouched as your eyes pryed open to take in the way he responded to you. The look across his expression, the sweat gathering at his naked chest, you could recall had been made bare, and the animalistic groans and grunts acted accordingly to the rise of your release. That close release, too deep and too favored to be truly appreciated. 

"Tell me..." He almost begged, a wince of unbearable pleasure making his cadence alter as he bent your leg to your chest as he pulled over you. His grip eating into the sheets beside you for stability as he rooted into you. Your cervix teased and tested as he pounded ok repetition. Pain quickly eased by pleasure as you moaned in accordance to him. 

"JJ!"

"Fucking tell me how good I feel or you-"

"You feel so good!"

"Better than him?" 

"Fuck, yes!" 

"Beg me to let you come. Tell me you want me to make you come..." He spoke through accelerated thrusts. Your body gliding easily beneath his as you continued. 

"Make me come."

"I said beg. You demand enough."

"Please!" With a recline of corrected posture he spit on your clit unnecessary for anything aside from the aesthetic of eroticism between you, before rubbing vicious circles. Your body rose from itself. Ethereal life and deaths at war to claim you first until pleasure won overall. Your body in tremors your eyes pulled into a roll, and your voice silent following that whimper of release. You looked over him, a gush granting his final thrusts at ease as he tightened and relinquished himself in that final flex before kissing you. 

"You pull another stunt like that in public sweetheart, and THAT happens on the hood of whatever car whose seat you're leaving wet." He retracted from you. 

"No matter whose car it is." 

"JJ..." 

"Until you can learn to keep these dry, I'll take em for ya..." He stole your panties from the floor before setting his shirt over his damp skin. 

"See ya 'round, princess."

If you could have walked, you would have followed him far enough into the hall to berate him. If anything, to demand he return your underwear. But a part of you liked the fact he had a piece of you. 

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Toxic

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Dom!Rafe. Bondage. Smut. Language. Degrading Language. Mentions of cheating. 

SUMMARY: a toxic exchange between you and Rafe…

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Toxic!rafe trying to convince reader to not leave him after he slept with one of her friends 

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Toxic

You knew better than to make a scene in public. And yet, it didn't spare him from the way your eyes narrowed as he spoke to each and every one of your friends. Especially her. The girl who you'd known for half a decade, who had taken it upon herself to play the guise of a friend all to steal your role as a lover to your boyfriend. And yet, you couldn't blame her as much as you did him. For acting on the curiosities fueling his wandering eye after you believed you kept him content. But how could anyone keep someone like Rafe Cameron content?

"Are you going to keep pouting?" He asked while retracting his hand from the effortless rest it made on your thigh. A usual source of comfort now scorching you as you couldn't help but wonder if he had done the same to her. Was this touch how it began? Was it the night of your birthday when he left early for what he told you to be an illicit transaction from Barry?

It didn't matter to him as the car continued through the gates of Tannyhill as you couldn't comprehend why you agreed to go with him. Especially since you couldn't stomach his touch or look him in the eye. All because you knew if you looked in the icy stare that he would convince you to forgive him. Even just the brush of his fingers would bring him absolution. Just to feel him a bit higher. A bit deeper. A bit-

No. 

Not this time. Not after the countless ways he had subjected you into a situation where you were forced to bend your morals for someone so undeserving. Your grace pushed and pulled into withered strands leaving only patience in frailty. And each and every time, he pulled a bit further. 

And you let him. 

"If you're going to act like this, I might as well just take you home...I could be with Top and-"

"Alyssa?" The sound of her name made him smirk. This made your eyes sharpen as you couldn't help but think about the reason behind it. Was it that she felt better? Made him last longer? Until you ultimately decided it was because she was more experienced. Not a guy in the Outer Banks that didn't know the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick. 

And yet, no matter the reason, you were left undeniably insecure. Questioning the lay of your hair and choice of attire. Even the way you treated your anger with silence. You just knew she would have done better. As apparently she had. Such evidence in the continued smirk. 

"You still aren't over it?"

"It was a week ago.." You spat, eyes sharpening further with a hand on your hip and he slowly nodded. 

"And for a week I've had to deal with you acting like a bitch...moping and shit, but I'm the victim here..." 

He had defended himself in idiotic ways before. Yet this gaslighting self-victimization was a new low. Your heart twisted to respond as you took a step to act on it. And yet, the pain behind his eyes in what you were certain was self sabotage kept you staring at him. 

"If you're that mad then go..." He ordered rather dismissively before optioning for the bag set in his back pocket. That trusty hit he required whenever reality became too much. 

Which was often. 

"Not like I need you here...Got everything I need..." He spoke to himself, the words scaring you as you turned to leave. But the second your hand wrapped around the handle, you turned to face him. 

"Why her? Why did it have to be my friend?"

"Why are you coming at me? SHE was the one who started it. You said it, she was YOUR friend..." He rose from the bedside table, leaving behind the preparations he'd made to take a hit before facing you. 

"Because you are MY boyfriend!" 

"And that could change..." His words brought tears to your eyes. After everything you'd endured and you remained. Near overdoses. Cruel words. Dominant and submissive sex that left bruises and marks that brought deprecating words from those you called friends. Fights with those same apparent safe havens and confidants that left you isolated. Everything for this...

"Asshole..." You spoke softly, as if testing the word aloud. The next time it was uttered, it was stronger. Your fists pounding at his open chest as he was taken aback by the first hit. 

"You're such a fucking asshole! If you don't want to be with me then just tell me, I don't deserve this you son of a bitch!" But as you believed your impromptu boxing match would result in some moral consciousness shaken, he would only take hold of your hands and push you against the bed. If not for his grip, you would have fallen flat, and yet, he had you bent just enough to threaten it. 

"Yeah, that's right baby. And you threaten me and tell me it all you want, but you'll always come back..." You tried to pull free, thin eyes expressing your anger against him. 

"No...Not this time..." He scoffed, amused at your attempt to rival him. A lift of his brow and light alteration from his content scowl and you were taken into a single shake before he returned you to that slight bend. 

"No? You aren't dripping for me then?" Your eyes softened to the surprise of his words. You expected the usual cruelty. The coldness you'd come to know in moments like this. Not lust. Not arousal. And certainly not from yourself. You were too angry. Too hurt. Too...wet. 

The grip between you allowed him to pull his thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath the bralet beneath your thin shirt. His favorite combination if you insisted on remaining dressed. 

"I didn't even come...That's something I leave for you..." You couldn't validate if this had been the truth as your eyes rolled closed to the full grasp made over your breast. He was greedy with this hold, rising the weight until doing the same with the other side, your hands collecting your descent into the bed. 

"Thought you wanted to leave..."

"I do..." 

"Yeah?" He teased his question over your lips. 

"I think you wanna come..." He pushed you flat. 

"Because you and I both know I'm the only one that can make you..." You hated how this was the truth. Nice guys were only that from your experience. Careful and behaved. You basked in the way he pumped unhinged between your thighs. The way he pulled your hair to quell your daddy issues. And the way he left you sore enough to feel him hours, even days later. But you questioned if the cons were worth the high. 

"I hate.."

"You hate me? You aren’t alone there, sweetheart…" He existed amused once again. His ringed finger tracing your breast before he tore your chosen bottoms from your hips until only your panties remained. The wet-soaked, panties that he forced this way once again. Every pair ruined by him whenever in his presence. And these would be no exception, apparently. 

"I love how easy it is to make you wet..." 

"No-"

"You lying to me? You know how much I hate when you try to..." You parted your lips to retort. The double standard was enough to leave you dizzy. You couldn't even offer a smile to someone across the room without him marching in their direction with a prepared fist. And yet you were subjected to hear the details of him and your friend as she was shameless about it, discussing it as if you were sharing the same toy. 

"Your body knows me. It's why you always come back. No matter how mad you are-"

"I'm mad at you..." You managed while his lips pulled upwards. 

"Yeah I can tell...moaning like this...real mad..." He patronized as your body betrayed your attempts. But as you wanted to move away from him to clear your mind, you would only drive further into him. Up until his hand cupped your sex. His large, warm hand, all encompassing of you. 

"You want me even when you hate me. Even when I hurt you..."

"No I-" He slipped his hand over your face, smearing your arousal over your face before taking hold of your jaw. 

"Keep lying, see where it gets you..."

"Stop..."

"Stop?" He pulled your lips apart as you instinctively sucked his finger, needing to use something as an outlet.

"But you're desperate. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you practically pouring and panting for me?"

"I-" 

"Unless your next words are "fuck me", you keep those pretty little lips shut...Or I'll fuck you quiet..." Your eyes widened to his threat. You were graceful on your knees for him. A favorite act for you both. And yet, you knew the threat meant it would be less than desirable. You would not be an equal or a partner. You would be an outlet. Tasrs, pleas, claw marks on his thighs and ass would do nothing but motivate him until you'd served your purpose. It was not an experience you wanted when you waged the rival side of pleasure he could offer. 

But only after he got what he wanted one way or another. 

"Tell me you're sorry." He took a hold of your hair as your eyes darted from his lips to his hand as it dismantled his shorts. 

"Better yet, show me..." He pulled you to the edge of the bed. "Show me why I came back..." You were ambitious to his shaft, beginning in a complete swallow of his cock as he pulled you back. 

"Don't be a whore about it. You're my girlfriend...take your fucking time..." He corrected as you slowed, taking him deep behind hollowed cheeks. 

The immediate presence of a distant saltiness swelled your ambition as a compliment before you slowly nodded. 

"Look at me." He groaned, unnecessarily pulling your hair further to a glance you'd already offered him. 

"You look so fucking hot...I could come all night down your pretty little throat...Even better than her…" You nodded, aware it was impossible, but your agreeability would be favored. 

"Come here-" He groaned more to himself as you were taken to the edge of the bed, turned away from him as he ripped the bra from your torso and used the fabric on your hands. 

"It will always be you. You're mine. I'll always come back to you. You know why?" He asked, guiding you into the mattress until your ass alfines with his dripping cock. 

"Because you let me fuck you like the whore you want to be for me..."

"Rafe-" He smacked your ass. 

"Because you deserve this. For questioning me." Another blunt rest made you shudder. 

"So apologize..." When you didn't, he pulled you up by your hair. 

"Apologize before I lose my fucking patience and use your ass instead-" 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, Rafe!" 

"Sorry? For what?"

"Please-"

"Tell me or you don't get to come..."

"I'm sorry for being upset." The words tasted sour once spoken and yet the way he pushed himself inside of you aided the bitterness. The clutch made to your breast as he teased your nipple and the final trace made over your clit became reasons to forgive him. All until you were resigned from reality and set in the comfort of this toxic behavior. 

But it was all for this moment. When his dominance faltered in the release only you could offer him. The comfort only you could grant as his words were true. You would always come back. You would always forgive him. Because you loved him. And in the final motions of his hips slamming into you, he showed this as well. That soft hand to your cheek and kiss swallowing your strained breathing and panting of his name would prove this. The peace among the storm. The reason within the madness. It was worth it all for the way he collected you around him. For you knew no matter the position he has her in or the duration in which she has impressed him with, she would never have this. 

She would never fully have him in the way you had. Even if it was in pieces. It was pieces you could make illusionary to be together. By remaining at his side. By believing his lies. By forgiving him once again. 

And you would. 

Every damn time…

"I'M COMING!" You exclaimed, body in shattered tremors as he nodded, leading you against him as you pulled through a mutual high that reminded you why you worked. The destruction somehow your form of stability that would exist for a time to come. Your body left in shambles and aches he quelled when necessary. An undeserving apology. Another dual existence of a shared release. And a sweet kiss sealing another dysfunctional moment as yet another premonition of what was to come. 

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Trophy

TW: cheating. Smut. Public sex. Language. 

Kook!Reader x JJ

SUMMARY: your forbidden relationship with JJ continues until an ultimatum is given…

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

but I was thinking yn is a kook and jj and his girlfriends bsf but jj and yn don't resist each other and so then at a party jj is dared to show my eyes only and its pictures of her body but not her face yn storms off but then texts jj to come fuck her by the pool and jj was talking ab during sex how he only wants her and how he hopes someone walks out and yns bf and his gf see

but all the pictures were hickies he left on her and one he has his thumb in her mouth with the rest covered other than her mouth

ANONYMOUS ASKED

JJ x Kook!reader where she cheats on her boyfriend w him and he steals her panties and hangs them on his motorcycle and everyone on the island wonders who those are from and reader bf is like you have a pair like those and she blushes like crazy  

*SAW THE POTENTIAL TO PUT THESE TOGETHER, HOPE YOU ENJOY!*

Trophy

You loved Christmas until this year. The year your best friend began dating your longtime crush, JJ Maybank. Even if it had been against the social acceptance of a Kook and a pogue to be anything but rivals, it had become more accepted with John B and Sarah's relationship this past summer. But as you watched his arm drape around her to show pride of that silent ownership, his eyes quickly flashed to you. All because she may have the title you wished to, but you were the one who held his attention. 

"Truth or dare?" Topper asked with his hand on your leg as you watched JJ clench his jaw to the interaction. But with his own affections public to your friend, you chose to treat this as a game of chicken of sorts. 

"Truth." The crowd groaned at your response. 

"Fine then. Dare."

"I dare you to show me your last text." Topper teased as your cheeks flushed red. Your last text was a sexy tease that was not directed for your boyfriend. Instead, it had been to JJ. Your best friend's boyfriend and your boyfriend's former nemesis. 

"A text? I thought Kook parties were supposed to be fun." JJ spoke as a way of defending you both as you offered a look of approval as your friend sunk further into him. As your eyes fluttered away, he rose to his feet. 

"Goodie-two-shoes never make this game any fun anyway..." He whined. "How about me, Top?" He challenged. "If you ask pretty please, that is."

"Alright...show us YOUR phone, Maybank. That little folder every guy has to keep from a curious girlfriend."

"Easy." Your jaw clenched as he slipped his phone from his back pocket and broadcast the photos to view. Ones you recognized immediately as you had been the ones to send them. Familiar lingerie Topper apparently remained ignorant to connect to you, had made you flush bright red with embarrassment. 

"I'd never wear that!" Your best friend challenged as you couldn't fight your smile. 

"It was a girl before you-" He tried to write you off as if you were the past, although you were very much the present. So present that he wore the evidence of your latest interaction as scratches on his arm just as you had with the bruising on your clavicle. You'd both laughed it off as having been your natural accident prone personalities to hide the lack of monogamy. 

When your friend left out of anger, JJ continued on in talking of you. 

"Let me tell you, this girl was...whew-"

"Only a Kook girl could afford something like that..." Topper began to place the pieces together as you excused yourself rather abruptly, just hoping it wouldn't be enough to be suspicious. But this was only after he had spoken of you as if you were someone else. He described the way your body felt in his hands and as you were tightly wrapped around him at any willing location with your eager participation. Not a section of Figure Eight untouched by some secret rendezvous as the memory became too much to bear without needing to shift. Every word, every memory pooled between your thighs. 

And then THOSE pictures came to your gaze. The reason you had to leave before someone recognized the very same powder pink strap peeking from beneath your shirt now. A photograph of only your torso in shot, his thumb within your mouth, and the clear anatomy of his body spotted behind you. A thin line of sweat was present on his skin as he had been midway through those initial thrusts and to the rise of an orgasm only he could grant. But it was evident now. Just as it had been in a following snapshot of your skin adorned with hickies. The ones you spent nearly a whole bottle of your expensive concealer and half of your foundation to cover up since you'd begun this affair.

"Pool. Ten minutes." You texted as he pulled his phone back to view, eyes lifting to you in mischief as you and your way outside. 

Late December meant you were safe to convene here as no Kook would be inconvenienced enough to venture to find you. Not even Topper. But as JJ made his way outside, he only found you with your arms crossed at your chest. 

"And when I thought this was a booty call-"

"What were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to show anybody those! What if Topper recognized my bra or-" His sun-kissed features darkened. 

"Wait a minute, sweetheart. I thought I made it clear that I'm the only one that gets to touch you..." 

"What about her?"

"Doesn't matter-" You scoffed. 

"She seems to think so. Magnetized to your arm like that...like she owns you..."

"No different than his hands on you."

"I don't let them behind closed doors..." 

"I know." He confessed as you now looked to him in confusion. 

"Because if you were fucking him. Hell, if you just gave him a goddamn hand job he would be beaming. I know your work." You wanted to loathe his words as they seemed as forbidden as they were dirty. Yet, they were also a source of your forbidden need for him. 

"JJ-"

"In fact..." He pulled you just beside the doors of the rest exit, the French exit covered by only sheer curtains that barely concealed you from any given angle from within the party. Luckily, everyone seemed to be affected by the spiked Eggnog to notice either of your absences. 

"I was thinking you could give me my gift now..." Your eyes narrowed. 

"Your gift?"

"Christmas is less than a week away and I thought you'd be considerate enough to get your booty call something special." Before you could respond he shrugged. "I could always just unwrap you-" 

"Anyone could see us..."

"Never stopped you before..." He teased a kiss as you looked to the direction of the party. "if you're so worried about being seen...you could always just be quiet..." He chuckled. 

"Who am I kiddin', I know how much you love to scream my name...Maybe if I go slow?" The skirt of your dress was lifted just enough to reveal his favorite pair of your panties at his fingertips. 

"Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Please."

"If you really want me to stop, I will. But I didn't have blue balls on my Christmas list." He joked as you blushed. 

"You DO have a girlfriend." You dropped your head at your own comment. 

"But what if I want you?" Your eyes widened to him before he turned you towards the wall. He lifted your skirt with one hand, grinding himself against you one single time, before turning your jaw to face him. 

"I want you and only you. So much that I can't wait. You'll just have to forgive me-" Suddenly you were taken against the wall, chest to chest, as your leg was escorted to his hip. Your panties were left at your ankles, as he lifted you around him. 

"Fuck-" He breathed deeply. The familiar way you savored him between your thighs having been both his ethereal rest and sordid inferno. 

"JJ..." You whimpered, craving more. A kiss. A trace. Even one of those infamous one liners. Anything that could make you feel closer to him. But all he would grant would be deep thrusts. You were taken down to his base, his cock set inside you completely. The pain of the stone wall at your back and the bite of the winter air did nothing to interrupt the heat building between you. 

"Faster-" 

"No. I had to watch him touch you all night. So you're gonna know what it did to me. You're gonna feel how badly I need you." You were set back down to your feet and turned back to the wall. A gentle guide of his fingers pulled you back to his hips as he began to push back into you. Only the sound of his name called by your friend slowed him. He never stilled, but altered his motions just enough to hear exactly the steps she made throughout the perimeter of Topper's house. 

"I want them to know. I don't give a shit anymore." 

"What!?" You curved to try and face him, but in doing so he would only kiss you.  

"I hope Topper hears you and Scarlett sees me." He proved this by the way he was shameless against you. The way he didn't care to hide his grunts behind the clenched teeth he usually bared in your interactions. Even the sound of skin-to-skin would be celebrated in place of being hidden.

"I need to feel you. Every day. You." He groaned. A hand at your breasts would keep you silent in any attempt to remind him of what was at stake. But the longer he touched you and remained between your trembling thighs, his point began to sway you. 

"Tell me this is just sex and I'll let you come like I do everytime. But it will be the last time. Because I can't see you with him."

"I can't see you with her." You validated as his fingers interlaced with yours. 

"Tell me why. Tell me." He begged into your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin he chilled in contrast to the cold. Where you should have shivered for the weather, you had done so for him. Just as you'd always done. 

"Because I've wanted this since I can remember. Because I can't stay away from you. And I don't want to..." He craned himself to your mouth as he captured it in place against his. Stillness remained before a thorough kiss would allow you to feel the shift of his breathing. Inhaled and exhaled of a closing orgasm rushing through his body and shared by your own. Fingers tightening until his knuckles turned white before you called out to him. 

"This is the last time you'll come without being mine." He explained before spinning you to face him. 

"I'll do it tonight. Meet me at the chateau in an hour."

"Not yet." His eyes narrowed. 

"You wanna fuck 'em one more time..." He clenched his jaw as you rejected the idea with a clear expression of distaste for his remake. A passionate kiss, having begun sweetly, redirected his focus to you. 

"I only want you, JJ. I swear. But I don't want to do this on Christmas. He's already been through so much with Sarah...I want to let him down easy..." He took hold of your jaw. 

"That's fine. You let him down easy and I'll do the same for her. But you'll get it hard. For making me wait." He smirked before kissing you farewell and moving to his motorcycle. 

The rage of his bike sent everyone to witness his departure as he looked in your direction one final time before leaving. The sight of a familiar pair of panties you'd suddenly realized you had been without, having hung off of his handlebar. 

"Those look like yours..." Topper spoke aloud as a joke before him and Scarlett both looked at you with disbelief to your blush. 

So much for waiting until after Christmas...

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Unexpected

TW: Angst. Hints of domestic abuse. Fluffy Rafe. Protective Rafe. Mentions of pregnancy.

SUMMARY: Rafe defends you against his father and reminds you why this new life with him is worth it all. 

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Hi! I have a request for when you come back! I hope it isn’t too similar to anything you’ve written before. This is kind of long so if you write this please take out/change anything you want! So you are a pogue and are dating rafe (not canon rafe) and ward is still kind of ehh about you (meanwhile rose, sarah, and wheezie love you) and your parents are still ehh about rafe. Even though you and rafe are always careful, you end up pregnant and when you and rafe tell your parents they kick you out. So of course rafe tells you to move in with him and when rafe (and you) gets back home he asks everyone to come downstairs and you guys tell his family. Ward plays it cool but later that night you wake up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water and but see rose standing in the hallway listening to rafe and ward arguing about you and ward says stuff like “how could you be so stupid” “she’s just using you for money” and rafe is trying to be civil and not argue (cause non canon rafe) but then ward says something REALLY bad like “are you even sure it’s yours?” And rafe goes OFF on ward and it gets really bad that rose and eventually you step in and rafe looks at you and is just thinking like “please tell me she didn’t hear all of this”. You and rose calm rafe and ward down and go to bed and rafe is just like “what all did you hear” and you tell him and he’s like “you know everything he said isn’t true” “if he ever talks to you or treats you like that you tell me”. You could end it here and just have it be them going to bed or maybe add the next day (or a few days later) ward apologizes. If you wanted to make it even longer then maybe some time jumps to different stages! Like first doctor appointment, finding out what you’re having, stating to show more, etc.  Can’t wait for your return! 

*THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST AND I HOPE I AM ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE!*

Unexpected

You weren't exactly sure what you were expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. The expressions in which you only wanted to wear pride in reference to you, were now filled with such disappointment. A silent conversation of lowered eyes and scowled mouths that ultimately offered their lack of support in a mutual shaking of their heads. It was during this that Rafe extended his large hand over yours as confirmation. A quiet but powerful grip that reminded you that you were in this together. 

"We raised you to be smarter than this..." Your mother finally spoke as Rafe tensed to how you were addressed. Yet, he did not want to infiltrate the clear frailty of the situation you seemed to have somewhat control over. Instead, he remained on the fringes of a defense. 

"I hope you don't expect us to be raising this baby..." Your father added. 

"Sir, I-" Rafe attempted. 

"You've done enough." Rafe's jaw clenched as he carried his hand to your knee in a further attempt to console you. 

"We've been careful. Always. I never wanted to disrespect her, I've only ever wanted to take care of her..." Rafe validated and simplified his intentions as your eyes illuminated and paused from the tears your parents brought behind your eyes. 

"You think you can?"

"I know, I can..." Your father's jaw pulled to a cocked rest as he slowly nodded. 

"Then she's yours." Your mother looked at your dad for a second before bowing in submission. 

"I think everyone's a bit on edge-"

"One more word, Rafe..." Your father threatened as you moved tearfully to stand before he collected your hand. 

"Just come with me..."

"My stuff-" You looked towards the hall leading to your bedroom as you sniffled. Once happy memories in pictures surrounding this heartbreaking exchange as you could feel the tension grow the longer you lingered. 

"I will take care of you. I promised that a long time ago," His eyes rose to your parents. "And it's a shame they won't get to see it." Before you could reject, he guided you to his car. 

The car remained silent as his hand kept to your thigh. Not a moment since you read the handful of tests to be positive that you were left untouched. 

"I can't do it again..." You confessed as he cut the engine before moving out of the car. In what you believed to be anger, you prepared for a true apprehension to place the blame on you. But once that door came open, he lowered until he could see your expression from beneath the fold you'd made towards him. A bent finger offering every contortion of your expression now made knowledgeable to him. 

"It's you and me. Nobody else but us," His hand rested on your stomach, "matters. And I'm sorry it hurts, but I promise you, I'm never going anywhere. Not when you've given me something so...so beautiful...something that's mine. Ours " He quickly corrected as you nodded. 

"Ours..." You agreed as he helped you from the car, treating you as if you were glass before leading you into Tannyhill. It had taken only a moment before Rose and Wheezie were already in the kitchen discussing your outfit and how they favored it. Of the handful of girls they knee held Rafe's attention, you had been the one in which they adored. All because you didn't care about price tags or club memberships. You cared about authentic hearts, no matter how battered. And Rafe was one you wanted to nurture as you saw the potential beauty it possessed. And even under the shade of a star crossed sky, it bloomed by the nurture offered by you both. 

"What, are you pregnant or something?" Sarah asked with indifference, kind enough to you to not be an enemy, but too wrapped in her own drama to worry about getting close to you one way or another. When your eyes darted to Rafe, who smiled with nervous pride, Sarah's expression changed. 

"Shit..." 

"Well..." Ward was taken aback, catching the confession at the very last second before surprising you with an embrace. But there was something in the grasp that was clearly forced. 

"Her family wasn't as...receptive..."

"Our house is always open to you. Especially now..." His eyes fell to your stomach as Wheezie was nearly bouncing off the walls from excitement. A thousand and one questions came about from baby names to gender wishes as you were unaware Ward had pulled Rafe away. 

After being given the celebration you were denied by your own blood, you were taken to your room. But as you had fallen asleep in his arms rather quickly when he returned to you,  from an exhausting day, you were too immersed in slumber to notice the isolation that came somewhere after you found this rest. 

But your feet were only able to move a few steps before muffled voices were heard beneath your soles. Low enough to not make out the conversation itself, but passionate enough to shake the antiquated bones of the landmark you resided in beneath the grace of the owners. Because of this, whatever reason you'd been made conscious for faltered, and you searched the source of such vocality. 

At the bottom of the steps you would find Rose against the wall outside Ward's study, a pinch on the bridge of her nose as her head came to shake. You knee the scene well as it was often a ridicule of Rafe in what should have been kind yet constructive criticism. 

"We were safe-"

"Apparently not safe enough! I knew if it came down between you and Sarah that I wouldn't be able to rely on you for the brains of any operation, but how could you be so stupid?" Your eyes narrowed. Rafe never explained how cruel his father could be. Instead, he evaded the moments instead and often distracted you with soft kisses, your teasing, and even eventually sultry games of tag, but never in detail as you witnessed now. And it made your blood boil and her jaw tighten before Rose caught your arm. 

"Let them deal with it..." She spoke in warning, true fear behind her eyes as you released a sigh before looking in the slit of the door. 

"She's just using you for your money, don't you get that?!" You commended Rafe for remaining posies through this emotional degradation. Hurtful words from someone who was always supposed to instruct had spoken volumes of his character to not retaliate. But it would take one unwise comment and he was in his soles and towards his father. 

"Sounds to me she doesn't have very high standards...and she hangs around those other pogues all the time. Where she belongs. But how do you know it's even yours?" Rose bolted into the room, trying to keep the men apart as the volume became too obnoxious to make out what either of them had said. But where you were worried about Rafe acting on impulse and doing something he would regret, he was focused on you. Hoping you didn't hear how his father spoke of you. Especially after the rejection and heartlessness of your own family. But now it was your turn to defend the relationship so many had waged against. 

"I love Rafe, Mister Cameron-" He scoffed, fishing a hand through his hair to correct it as you held yourself in front of Rafe as his hands were soft on your hips. But when you spoke these words to hope it would soften the tension,he only scoffed. 

"What could you possibly see in him?" You could feel Rafe deflate behind you. His sole weakness against his promise to you having Ren his father's words. 

"Everything you don't." Ward sent himself forward to speak as Rafe stood before you in immediate defense before you continued. Even as his body shook, symptoms of an unhealthy exchange worn in his tremors, his priority was to protect you. And his child. 

"Rafe has more heart and compassion, that I am beyond grateful he doesn't get from you. And not only is he going to make an incredible father, despite the fact his role model was less than ideal, he is going to excel in all he does because he is smart and devoted and attentive and liayal."

"If you think you get a single penny-" 

"I don't want your money!"

"Maybe not now, but when you are eating off of three days old take out and your power gets cut off-"

"You have no idea, do you?" You asked with narrowed eyes as his eyes rolled. 

"Humor me..."

"Just how much he is going to excel being away from you..." You interlaced your fingers in Rafe's as you led him from the house and down the driveway. Mindless steps continued until he pulled you to a stop. 

"Maybe we can stay at Topper's just for the night until I can get a plan...But I promise you-"

"The only promise you need to make me is that you'll love me...This responsibility doesn't fall on you, Rafe. Not alone anyway." He bowed his head. "And he wasn't right about what he said. Any of it."

"I'm sorry you had to hear any of it...I just want to protect you and I feel like you being with me only hurts you..."

"What hurts is being away from you." To this, he illuminated. More than the stars overhead or the fire in your hearts. 

"Well then you'll never be in pain again, baby. You're stuck with me..." 

"And you're stuck with us..." He grinned widely as your hand set over your stomach. 

The first few months were trying for the initial changes of the coming life within you. Milestones and moments came and distanced as occasional stress and tension found their way within. Following the first doctor's appointment, and a guilt trip from Rose and Wheezie, Ward altered his attempts until you were on chivalrous terms. Maybe never close, but close enough to supply a healthy enough environment for the coming child. 

A boy. A baby boy you'd hoped would harbor Rafe's kind eyes and strong heart. But he would teasingly argue against this as  you were wrapped within his arms at night. The days that continued were spent watching you round, kicks and heartbeats sounded at every chance and sonogram photos hung proudly in the mirror of your shared bedroom to view them as often as possible. 

"You and me, baby..." Rafe reminded by his arms coming around you with a humorous strain to what was once so effortlessly, his hands coming to a rest over yours as your son kicked. 

"Us."

"All of us."

"Forever." You turned to kiss him, such a simple notion validating why this would never be a regret or a mistake in any context. Even if it was unexpected, the best things often are...

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Hearts and Minds

TW: slight angst. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: JJS POV of what happens when your starcrossed romance is threatened. 

WORD COUNT: 2000

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Kook!Reader cheating on her boyfriend with JJ the pouges know and every time you call him they tell him is bad that he has to stop and mean things about you and he promised that will be the last time but when he gets to your house you tell him you broke up w your bf because you’re in love with him (maybe JJs pov)

Hearts and Minds

JJ's POV

My cheek came to a rest against my knuckles, all to hide the way they tightened as they spoke of her. All because she was a Kook and they held their own thoughts in regards to her. For John B, he was worried about my feelings whereas Pope was the philosopher he was in describing how she was simply exercising her "daddy issues" on me. But it would be Kiara's words that struck a sensitive chord within.

 The way this beautiful yet privileged girl had kept me a secret for the better part of a year. My importance in her life only meaning anything when it was too late to be noticed at her side. And until lately, I didn't mind. But with Kiara, Pope, and John B often left in the dirt as I made some poor excuse when they knew it was to see her, I understood their concern. Even if I didn't agree. It made sense. Painful sense. 

"It's always the same, J. She calls and you drop everything and dip…for what? An hour-" I was quick to scold her for my reputation. 

"Excuse me, Kie," I feigned hurt with a hand to my chest. "Never had any complaints before…"

"She's bad news…" Pope commented from behind his book, a title set on the upcoming collegiate year's syllabus as he remained a step ahead in all things which included stepping on my patience. 

As they continued to discuss her selfishness and greedy tendency to care little for the way I seemingly lived to please her, not that it took much, her name spread across my phone. My eyes shifted to find them looking at me with a unified glare of disappointment. 

"Look, we're just having fun-"

"Having fun?" Kiara scoffed. "She's dating someone else, J! You deserve better than that. I mean…be with who you want…but at least be with someone who is proud to be with you!" Her words, as always, were crass but necessary. And just as before, she was right. I wasn't in the belief I deserved a grand love like something based off a book one of the bored housewives at the country club read between brunch and tennis practice. But I know I should be smart enough to at least distance myself from someone already spoken for. Maybe I was a glutton for punishment. Because every time I was over her, feeling her nails in my skin and her breath whimpering my name, I forgot who I was. The pain. The trouble. She was worth it all because she made me think of only her. But of course, they didn't know this. How could they? Why should they? Because to them, she was just some Kook. 

"You're right." I sighed. "It has to end…I'll go over now…" John B scoffed. 

"If you aren't back in half an hour, I'm dragging you out myself!" Kiara called after me as I hiked myself over the center of my dirt bike to read her message. I fought the smirk on the rise at either edge of my mouth to the familiar picture sent to entice me. It took such little motivation and I'd leave everything behind for her. Because it was more than sex. We smoked. We talked. We fucked. It worked. And now I agreed to walk away from it. From her….

It took only a handful of minutes before I convinced myself they were wrong. It didn't matter what they thought of her, I know how I felt with her. Her touch. Her voice. Her presence. It was worth the shit they gave me. But as I made it in sight of her driveway, prepared to leave the broken promise to my friend along with the gas burned to come to her so quickly, I found her with him. 

Her arms wrapped around him as he kissed her cheek, a sight rage-inducing enough to wrap my hands around the bars of my bike. I could best the other guy in seconds, proving some masculine point that she'd only ridicule me for exercising. But she was worth it to me. That comfort. The conversations nobody knew or had to know that we shared. The way she made everything hurt a little less and feel the pleasure a bit more. But right now, I could leave her this way. Waiting for me. Wondering if I'd show. Just for her to know the pain I felt now. But Kiara's voice returned in my mind that she'd just find someone else. Some other 'victim'. 

"JJ!" Her usual sweet tone made me clench my jaw as she stood beside my bike. The attitude I loved to tame by forcing her to her knees and making her with my need to test her throat was now set against me with humor. A humor I didn't share. 

"Can we talk?"

"Usually when we talk, it's after you got what you wanted…" I explained once I crossed the threshold of her bedroom, the door closed softly behind me. Her eyes sharpened in having been upset. 

"JJ-"

"Sorry, princess, isn't this what you wanted? Me to follow you, like I always do? Make you come and then you go back to him?" It wasn't until now that I realized how jealous I was of her boyfriend. It didn't seem to matter until Kiara compared us. How I couldn't offer much of anything but what she'd already taken in repetition. 

"JJ-" My hands came to my belt. 

"Can't hear you, you're wearing too many clothes-" She moved towards me, but with futile attempts. 

"JJ-"

"Did you want me to see you together? Like I'm not reminded every weekend at the boneyard or everyday I go to work?" I stepped closer. "Does he know how many times I fucked you in that bathroom just around the corner of his favorite table at the Island Inn? How I know you like two fingers bent inside of you and another," I stopped myself. 

"Well it doesn't matter now. I'm done sharing you. I'm done with all your games and your-"

"I broke up with him." I paused. I longed for those words. More than I thought. Not realizing just how much until hearing them. 

"Wh-Did exactly look like it when I got here…"

"We've known each other our whole lives. Not all breakups are explosive…"

"How do I know this isn't some game? Just so I won't leave-" Sighing she pulled her phone to my focus. Written in black and white of a floral background, her phone was broadcasting the conversation she had with her boyfriend. Now ex. A title I favored more than any other. 

"Because I love you, JJ." I was frozen by her words. 

"So now…" She pushed me to the edge of her bed, straddling me. 

"You can have me all to yourself…" Her body felt like sand between my fingers until this moment. Even if I had her in my grasp, she was always slipping away. But now, she was mine. 

"Say it." I ordered with a hand set through her loose waves making up her long hair. Licking her lips, she teased my own as I moved forward to kiss her before she would back. Proving once again she was somehow controlling me still. 

"I'm yours." The smile making up my entire face was enough to make her take the lead once again. Only now it was to remove her shirt. 

"Every inch, JJ…"

"Didn't realize you wanted my cock already, usually you like when I-'' She hit me against my chest as I was quick to set her onto her back. 

"You don't want to take your time?" She teased as I tore her shorts from her hips. I answered by pulling her to the edge of the bed, her legs set over my shoulders. 

"I've already wasted enough time…" I found her favor as she ran her perfectly manicured fingers throughout my messy hair. That familiar pull and accompanying purr made me moan into her, deepening her pleasure. In what seemed like seconds she was already arching her back in protest to the quick orgasm. 

"JJ…" She moaned. 

"Not yet." I dove deeper into her, my arm keeping her flat as she rode into my tongue making quick work of a release. 

"Please! I'm yours!"

" Yeah?" I asked while pulling myself from her thighs as she nodded. For a moment I grinned, rising between her legs. 

"What are you-" She questioned as I removed my phone. 

"You're mine, princess?" She nodded. 

"Then open wider for me, sweetheart. Let me see just how you're mine…" She was bold. Proving this by posing for the camera with her fingers between her legs. Her clit thoroughly adored by her fingertips as I groaned at the sight. 

I leaned down to her, my hand playing with the breast newly owned by my grasp as she writhed beneath me. 

"JJ…" She whimpered as I bit my bottom lip as she rode on her elbows. 

"I think I want to make you come…" She whined. 

"You think?" She moved to the edge of the end as I kept the camera trained on her. 

"This way…" She took my cock in her hand, stroking in perfect corkscrew turns as I humed for her. Torn between watching her and basking in her glossed lips inching closer to me. Suddenly she took me in stride. The feeling of her cheeks hollowed for me made my own suck in with a gasp. 

"Goddamnit!"

She smirked before quickening. All too proud of herself for my liking. Disposing of the phone and my willpower, I pinned her flat. But not to ravage her immediately. I wanted to return the favor of her torment. 

I began softly. Slow enough to feel every goosebump and hear every shudder of her breath. 

"JJ…" She whined as I silenced her with a hand to her mouth. Two fingers, she sucked without guidance to do so as I set them between her legs. 

"Yes…" She breathed in agreeability before her hand wrapped around my wrist. 

"My girl will be thoroughly fucked-" She gasped as I took my other hand around her breast. "And next time it will be at The Chateau so all my friends can hear why it is I put up with your little attitudes…all to hear you beg like this…"

"Because you love me…" I reminded her as she nodded. 

"I do…" 

"You love fucking me…Feeling me inside of you…feeling me come…letting you-" She suddenly turned, her hand pulling at my hair. 

"I love you, JJ…Everything. You." She spoke quickly as I smirked, positioning her leg higher so I could access her as I pleased. And with one final kiss, I felt her wrap around me. 

Time was meaningless as I based it on her moans. For each dire plea came a minute in knowing she was getting close for me. I teased her relentlessly for it, reminding her how I owned every sound she made. She agreed in making such responses even louder and longer for me. Sweat made it easy to glide against her as I gripped my fingers into the sheets over her own. 

"Come with me!" She whined as I was beneath her orders once again. If her body hadn't already offered me such pleasure, maybe I'd have teased her a bit more. But to know she wanted this. For her to know I did, it was enough to forgive her former attitude and taunting. 

"Yes, JJ…baby…just like that…" I bit softly into her shoulder. I loved being hers just as I relished in her being mine. And I proved just how much, as I came as deeply inside of her as I could. Reminding her of me even after I'd return to The Cut. 

"I love you…" I confessed beneath my quick breathing. 

"What was that?" She smirked, simply wanting to hear it again. So I turned her to face me. 

"I love you, princess."

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Extortion At Tannyhill

TW: blackmail. Coercive behaviors and decisions. Dark(ish) Rafe. Language. Degrading language. Smut. 

SUMMARY: A moment of ignorance leads you into the debt of your least favorite Kook. But you quickly learn it's more than appearances.

WORD COUNT: 2500

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This could be anyone but I feel like it fits Rafe or jj (maybe Topper?) the best. So one day you’re trying on new clothes in yoru room and you forgot to shut your blinds and either you see the flashes and go outside and confront him, or he sends them to you the next day, and blackmails you into pretend to be his girlfriend in front of his friends and family for some reason (maybe Rafe could be for a date for midsummers, idk what big thing jj would need a date for other than trying to make someone jealous) And a few days or so afterwards, you’re about to leave and he says something like “there’s still one thing you haven’t done as my girlfriend” and he fucks you -💎

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Extortion At Tannyhill

You had managed to learn to stomach the way his grip pulled you over him through the estate. His lap at dinner. His side in discussion. His greedy fingers teased the thin existence of your fabric as if trying to count your beauty marks as you were left stationary. All for a set of photographs meant for someone else. A cautionary tale in sending such promiscuous poses through texts as you were now forced to endure the consequences. 

"Smile." He nearly bit into your ear. The cruelty in his tone and marching grip to your hip did nothing but worsen. Until this entire exchange, you believed Rafe to be a facade of an intimidated and even insecure man. But you learned this was only the case unless he found something he wanted. 

And it was clear this new focus had found you. 

"You have to sell it or there are going to be one thousand people who see that perfect little ass on social media by the end of the hour-" Your stomach clenched to the idea. 

"Those weren't even meant for you." You groaned back as he pulled you closer to his side, his strength incomparable against your own futile attempts. 

"Sweetheart, they were always meant for me. Now if they stay just for me, is up to you." He lowered even closer. 

"Behave." This single word made your eyes flutter as your core tightened to his presence. You hated just how he had this effect on you. And you hated just how complacent he made you with just the reminder of a moment of recklessness. 

"I've got to hand it to you..." Sarah offered as you found the finish line behind the coming farewells. 

"I honestly thought Rafe bought you or something. But I think you'd be good for him." Rafe blushed at the words as Rose nodded in agreement. As Ward offered a half hug to his son, he then moved to you. 

"It was a pleasure to meet you. I hope we can do it again soon." You nodded, with little intention of repeating the fake smiles and pleasant enough conversation. 

"Absolutely. Thank you for opening your home to me...I-" 

But as you tried for the door, Rafe interlaced his fingers with your own. A swallowing grasp just as symbolic as the claustrophobic state of your circumstances. 

"Like they'd believe just having dinner would be enough for me..." He issued you into the direction of the steps that led to his room as you paused. For just a moment, you caught Wheezie analyzing your apprehension. To ensure that the state of your reputation remained intact, you gave one final smile before cresting that top step. 

"What are you doing?" You asked as the door locked behind you. Your eyes that perpetually narrowed at him were now wide with horror as you moved to unlock it. But he took hold of only one of your wrists and pulled you to him effortlessly. Your lips a mere inch from his as he spoke down to you. 

"You were supposed to play my girlfriend to keep my family off my back...but there's still one thing you haven't done..." 

"I'm not kissing you-" You spoke quickly, eyes inevitably falling to the temping pair of lips set into a grin. All for your naivety. 

"No..." He walked you to the bed, the backs of either leg pinned by his body threatening to knock you flat. 

"You're gonna fuck me-" You were lifted into the bed and his hands were already beneath your dress. Silk fingers with carnal desperation seized your apprehension for only a moment. 

"I'll scream-" You threatened as this only widened his grin. 

"Not yet...gotta make it a bit more believable..." Your dress was bunched at your hips as he kept your hands above your head with only one of his grasp. 

"You're not innocent enough to be wearing white..." He explained when your panties came to view. "Maybe we'll make 'em red-"

"Rafe-" You tried to reprimand him, but he only forced your legs wider. 

"You might love the idea even more than me...fuck...you're almost dripping through them..." He made contact with the saturated center. 

"Why are you dripping?"

"I'm thinking about Topper..." You lied, as Rafe knew the photos that gave him this governing over you were meant for him. 

"I don't think so..." His second hand came to your jaw. 

"Now you want to try being honest with me and," The hand that recently pinned your wrists was now between your legs, infiltrating that soaked cotton. "Maybe you'll get to come in pleasure instead of pain...because baby I can offer both..." Your eyes rolled as one digit meticulously rounded your clit. The naked contact makes your cheeks crimson and your lips part. 

"It's okay...your reputation is safe with me..." He teased before feeling your hands take a hold of his face. For the duration of the day you'd felt his hands take the liberty of the falsehood of your titles, you offered yourself this ease now. 

"You don't even need any foreplay...shit..." He dropped that finger inside of you, slow pulsations sending your fingers to indent into his skin. 

"If you make me bleed, it's only fair I return the favor..." You gasped, clenching around him as he scoffed into a low chuckle. 

"Oh you like it...you want me to hurt you, baby? You want to bleed for me?" But he held no intention of ruining your flawless skin. Instead, he quickened his prime finger, adding a second as you moaned loudly in approval. 

"I'll kiss you like you're my girlfriend, I'll fuck you like one even...but you're gonna come like a whore for me..." You were turned into your stomach, hips raised until you were aligned with his own. And yet, he didn't rush to strip. At least not himself. His grip focused on you. 

"I've looked at those pictures every fucking night...and no matter how many times I come, nothing compares to the real thing..." You knew it was against proper morality but you adored to know how he craved you in the night. 

"Show me." He ordered as you willingly undressed for him. His hands accepted your skin as payment for your debt as he focused on your bare nipples. 

"Yes...keep making those little noises..." 

"Rafe..." You whined as he pulled and twisted, every action making you clench as if his fingers remained. 

"You want to come, baby?" You nodded, resting against his shoulder. 

"Oh my God..." You whimpered. 

"Ride my hand...I want to see if you're worth the high..." Two fingers returned inside of you, his palm at your clit. 

"Ah....Raaaafe..." 

"Oh you're a desperate little thing, aren't you? Bet you're already close-"

"Shit!" 

"Bend over..." You obeyed as he pulled your panties to your knees. This slight bondage somehow more erotic than even the one when this first began. 

"I want you to come over those little panties-"

"Mmm!"

"Not yet!" He snapped, a strike to your ass making your ride harder into him. 

"You want another?" 

"Yes...more..." He obliged, slap after slap as you tensed around his fingers through every strike. 

"You're making me so fucking hard whimpering like that..." 

"Fuck...me..." You whimpered as he applied the perfect pressure to your clit while his fingers curved with the intent of your g-spot. 

"I might have to..."

"I'll be good...I'll be so good..." He scoffed. 

"Being a willing whore isn't the same as being "good" His fingers accelerated even further. The most delicious sound of skin to wetness making both of you sent to bask. 

"Lucky for you, I want bad..." He forced himself free as his cock teased your ass. 

"You're my girlfriend...and that means I can take you wherever I want..." He teased the divide of your ass, just the crying tip leaving a trail as you gripped the sheets tightly. You didn't want to allow it and yet you desired to feel him in anyway you could. 

But he had only done this to tease you. A slight disappointment as he lowered to your opening. 

"You're drowning my cock already, baby...Jesus!"

"I want it..." You groaned behind clenched teeth. 

"Oh?"

"Yes Rafe..." 

"Then take it-" he thrust sharply as you gasped. 

"Fuck!" You were forced into the sheets by a new grip to your hair as another focused on your hip. Even if pain was present, the way his cock filled you in abundance made your cries emerge in ecstasy. 

"Yes! Rafe! Shit!" 

"Quiet baby... they're gonna think you're coming already-"

"I'm close! I'm so close...so close...so-" He pulled you back flat, his shaft returning to you until he withdrew again. Only to be replaced by his fingers. The second you became familiar with this pressure, he added his tongue to your clit. The edge in sight, he withdrew and returned with his cock. 

The epitome of edging you. And you never wanted it to stop. 

"Fuuuuuck..." You drew out as your hands pulled through his hair. 

"Come...I can't fucking wait..." 

"Ah...ahhh....ahhhh!" You waved over him as he pulled your legs wide to observe you spill for him. 

"Fuck yeah..." And you continued. His thumb brushing I've your clit as you continued in spurts. 

"Keep going..."

'what....fuck!" 

"You're fucking squirting for me...." He continued. 

"Yeah...yeah yeah...keep going..." He pumped himself within his hand, using that spray as lubrication. 

"Do it again."

"I can't-"

"You wanna come ever again, you fucking squirt...it's so hot…" 

"I want you-" 

"Then take it." He groaned, relating that trifecta of pleasure. Cock. Then fingers. Then mouth. Withdrawing each time before you finalized a grip around his fingers. 

"Jesus, I've never been this fucking hard...feel me..." He forced your dominant hand around him. 

"I wanna come inside that pretty little mouth....the same one that's been teasing me all fucking day..."

"Yes...please..." 

"You that desperate?" You nodded as you felt that build again. 

"There she is...come on...come on..." You whimpered as he cursed. 

"Fuck yes! Oh my God! Keep-" you pulled his hands deeper as you sat up and rode into him. 

"Please...don't stop..." 

"Ride into my fingers .."

"Ahhh...yes....YES!" You gasped. 

"Knees. Get on your fucking knees." He subjected the discomfort to your kneel as you took him between your lips. Expertly as if the gag truly did not deter you, his mains were well worth any discomfort. 

"Fuck! You think Top could make you come like that? Hmmm?" To this, you grinned wickedly, the sight making him withdraw himself. 

"If you are stupid enough to say your thinking of him-"

"It was never about Top..." You twisted his shaft as you spoke. 

"I meant for the pictures to be sent to you...I wanted this..." He was in utter disbelief. 

"You-" you took him back on your mouth as you made him fuck himself slowly, trying to comprehend the words you spoke. 

"You had no way of knowing I'd use them for-"

You shook your head, taking him faster, just at the tip. Your hands playing with his weight breath as he winced at the rush of pleasure this brought him. It made him submissive as he bowed over you, gripping the sheets at your back as you were forced to cry from the positioning. Your nails are into his lower thighs until he pulled you off of him again. 

"You wanted to be on your knees for me?" 

"Everywhere for you." You confessed as he groaned. 

"Then get on your hands and knees on the bed. I'm not stopping until you've had your fill-" He submitted himself inside of you once again as you shook the bed and the headboard beneath. Even as though you were aware of how you could easily be overheard, the way he held your body to his own was worth the embarrassment. Whenever it was you'd be able to walk and face then again. 

Not an angle or position left undone by the time he held you beneath him completely encased by his desperations. 

"One more for me, baby...come on..." 

"I..."

"Shh...one more." He returned to a softer dominance as he pounded into you as his fingers wrapped yours into the sheets beneath. The bedding in complete disarray and your voice hoarse from pleads and endorsement. And yet, the countless times he made you coat him had gone by without a single one from himself. You'd only realized he'd edged himself to make it last for you. And for that, you demanded you finish him on top. 

"This way..." You cemented your hands into his chest as he adored the goddess you became for him. Inhibitions banished and confidence exuberant behind any former fear as he adored you. The way your chest rose and hollowed to how he felt inside of you, the clench and lazy pull of your mouth, and the way your eyes screwed closed and shot open when he brought you close again. 

"I'm gonna come!" He confessed as he watched himself unsheathed, your wetness accentuating his cock with the sight. It was too much. His stamina was spent. You bobbing over him was too much. You were too much.

"Come for me, Rafe..." But once again you were taken into your back. The chaos in which he made as a lover continued until the sweetbitter end as you felt him tense and tremble once claiming you as his own. 

"You're more like me than I thought..." To this, you grinned and pulled to the side of the bed, a camera taken from behind a frame. 

"Even more than you think." You pulled the came to view, showing even earlier in the morning when he had sat on the very edge you were on your knees for him, casting his release to his feet as he looked at those photos of you. 

"Now we're even." 

But as you dressed, leaving him in awe behind you, he called out to you. 

"Not even close..."

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Blackmail 2

PART 1!

TW: Blackmail. Smut. Cheating. Language. 

SUMMARY: The aftermath of JJ's blackmail brings you into his arms once again...

WORD COUNT: 1900

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I’ve never sent in a request, so I hope I’m doing to right. But for your march return, would you ever think about a sequel to Blackmail? I’ve been wondering what their dynamic became after the whole thing

Blackmail 2

You wish everybody knew that behind that smile wore the most devious intentions to ever exist. Words no girl, especially the girlfriend of his best friend, should ever be subjected to. All because of some video you'd made when you were too incoherent to understand your implications. And even though he wore that sadistic grin with eyes too kind to contrast as they'd cast to you as you often took him on your knees, as this was his preference in the brief time you were allowed, you denied every ounce of approval that came in being used to this new normal. No matter how satisfied you would be left as he learned your body after exploratory fingers and a skilled but wicked tongue, you wouldn't grant yourself or him the satisfaction of "getting used" to this. 

You loved Pope. You loved the life you could have with him. You loved...

"JJ..." You groaned behind tensed teeth. His hands gluttonous to your hips as he pinned you deeper into the sheets of the bed. Your eyes flashed to the hallway with the voices of your mutual friends just beyond the thin door. But no matter the girth of any wall separating you from them, nothing could contrast the noises JJ pulled from you. 

He was animalistic and passionate. Depth and force in equal measure as the bed threatened to give way beneath every brutal thrusts he'd make prior to now. But in this instance, he used only his tongue to pull such belting responses from you. You bit into your arm when he removed the pillow you'd used to try and keep quiet. Noticing this, he groaned in disapproval before pinning your hands just over the mess he made between your thighs. Your eyes met for only a moment before he noticed the desperation in your strained expression. 

"Isn't it better when you stop denying me?" He questioned as your mind flashed to the last few weeks. 

The first interaction since that fateful night had been met with full rejection. The reminder of how he could shatter the perfect illusion you'd made with Pope leading you to your knees for him in the nick of time to your boyfriend's return. The time after this would be spent in submission for the sole purpose of getting yourself within his good graces. As he lay asleep as the rest of the pogues were at work, you slipped out of bed and to his phone, finding a picture of him giving you the middle finger as his background. You glared at him as he lay awake once being made to wake by your eager steps. The small moments between them and now had become a game of cat and mouse of sorts as you had become as obsessed with the thrill as he was with the result. Of course, you'd deny this. But each and every time, your body would ultimately betray you. Losing yourself to him more and more. 

"Don't tense up on me now..." He kisses softly into your thigh, a soft and almost romantic sentiment before he returned to devour you. When your hands fought for freedom beneath his grasp, he gave a compromise by leading you to his hair. 

"Pull...As hard as you need." He explained hovering over your sex, a grin glistening with your excess. A symbol of his commitment to what your own boyfriend wouldn't entertain in even the most selfless of instances. It was this contrast that silenced the guilt against Pope. He was good but JJ was better. He was sweet but JJ was a sugar rush. And he was a good listener where JJ was devoted and attentive. 

"Harder..." He spoke behind closed teeth, sucking your clit in rapid fire pulls as you nodded into you. Your fingers were merciless to his locks, the sunkissed tresses that knew this hold well. Familiar to that if a song you knew be heart came that rush of pleasure he'd optioned for. The same that coated his lips and fingers in repetition. 

"Turn around." He spoke as you were too blissed out to notice his order. When you didn't oblige, he removed himself from the comfort made between your thighs. Shamelessly, he looked to the evidence of his talented tongue dripping down your core and onto the sheets beneath you. 

"Delicious...." 

Your eyes moved to the door as the steps passing throughout The Chateau left you trembling. Although by now, you couldn't tell if that was solely from fear or pleasure. 

"Sweetheart...You've made such a mess for me..." His hands came slowly down your thighs at the beginning of your knees, inching closer and closer to that needy clit begging for more. Throbbing and summoning him. 

"I don't think there's anything we haven't done-" Your mind flashed in memory to validate this. Every position and angle thoroughly exercised in the brief and even sporadic exchanges. Yet, each one leaving you with a thorough ache of the memory of what only he could offer you. 

"But one thing..." Your eyes raised in horror as he smirked, eyes cast to your ass. 

"Okay two things...But this one is all about you, princess..." He led your fingers to your entrance, guiding you. 

"You keep denying this....And it's only hurting us both. So let me show you how good it can be..." Your eyes came closed to relish the pleasure before they shot open to the abrupt cessation made in the grip around your wrist. 

"Turn over." You fumbled as he pulled you to the headboard of the bed. His dominant hand was used to part your lips. 

"Touch right here. Small circles," His breath was hot at your ear. 

"Don't come." You repressed a moan as you heard him undress behind you. Your peripheral gaze catching the door with the thought you could leave. And yet, you were too curious to stay. To know he would be sweeter now. Helpless to compare it to Pope as that was the vast comparison. Where Pope was cool ice to soothe you, JJ was the heat that ignited within. One could easily outweigh the other, and you wanted to be consumed either way. 

"I can be sweet. Fuck you in the Twinkie after a date, putting candles in the cupholders to make it romantic and shit..." You fought a smirk to the idea. "Because it should have been me." He directed your hand faster. 

"God, you must have been so deprived before me...You're touching yourself like I didn't make you come yesterday…" He craned around your torso to watch you continue. He pulled you to an angle to which he could watch. 

"I could come just by watching you...Knowing it's because you're thinking of me..." He grinned. "But goddamn, you make it look so good...Keep going..." You obeyed, torn between rivaling and relishing as both have a reward incomparable to a release. The latter would prove more seductive however. 

"Please..."

"You wanna come?" You hesitated. 

"How about we..." He began to twist your nipples softly, making you groan. 

"Try this for a bit?" But the second he began to show kindness to you, a looking question took precedence. 

"Has he ever made you come?" You nodded, hoping this would be enough for JJ to understand this would never be any more than what it was. A continuous mistake. But he only used it as fuel against an apparent fire within. 

"Since I have?" He almost scolded what should have been a question as you answered in an earnest shaking of your head. Im truth, you could only manage to look Pope in the eyes long enough to say goodbye, one which always brought relief. 

"Is that because I'm better or because you don't love him anymore?" You hesitated, a question that had remained on your mind since the day that damned video was taken. But the soured expression came from your confusion. 

"Let me make it clearer for you." He was suddenly inside of you, a single jolt made against the wall of the bed as it was a tattle to this afternoon delight. 

"You love how I make you come, I know that. But you don't even have to love me..." He grunted into your ear. "But you always let me...sure, you fight it at first..." 

"The video...." To this, he pulled his phone from the pants left within reach. Withdrawing his phone, he showed you the file. A deletion you'd craved for months now allowed. And yet, you couldn’t shake the disappointment in your expression as he remained inside of you. 

"But you always need it…No more excuses, sweetheart. You can walk away right now and keep lying to yourself. Or you can stay and let me show you yet again why it should have been me..." He flexed inside of you. 

"Won't you just tell him?" He paused, removing himself from you completely as he sat on the side of the bed. 

"Like he'd believe it..." JJ scoffed. "A smart, pretty girl like you...the way you make me laugh and want you in the same sentence...thinking of all the ways I want to-" he paused. Your heart twisted as Pope has once complimented you every hour on the dot. And now you couldn't remember the last effort he'd made. But JJ did. A glance over the edge of the hottub when the pogues collected to celebrate their fuck-it lifestyle. A crush beneath any table or when crossing in any proximity. Not to mention the sensations once he got you alone.

"Just go..." You were on your feet, already halfway towards the door before feeling victory within your reach. Your hand came to the handle as his eyes fell in defeat. 

Click. 

"Now we won't have to worry about any potential interruptions." His eyes flared as you moved to his knees, standing between them. 

"I don't know what this is and I'm going to hate myself for staying...but..."

"I won't let you hate yourself..." He pulled you over his lap in a straddle. 

"I'll make you come until you love that feeling more than the hate..." He teased you with his cock before looking at you,marveling at home your face twisted for him. A snarl made of your lips, parted and needy and wide eyes nearly animalistic only to fall heavy when his hand cupped your breast. 

"I'll show you why I love you " His words surprised you as you were suddenly filled with his thick shaft. 

"Why I had to blackmail you because I couldn't take it anymore."

He paused in speech, pulsing into you. 

"And why you won't ever have to fake it with me. A girl like you should never have to fake it. Now you won't have to...because you're mine-"

"Yours."

'"Say it again..." He begged, a pang of pain in his expression as he flexed inside of you. You weren't Able to obey immediately as he spun you onto your back, pounding into you as your submission was what it took to swell his lust into the threat of expulsion.

"I'm yours, JJ " 

Your body fell apart beneath him as you felt his warm release spurt, his body shuddering in accordance to this. Your own high shared through this as you came down at the same moment. But it was short lived.  He pulled his phone again. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I want to make a new video..." 

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The Proposal

TW: Mentions of drugs (cocaine). Dom!Rafe. Language. Degrading language. Smut. Angst. Cheating. 

SUMMARY: Rafe's emotions get the best of him when a situation presents itself...

WORD COUNT: 3100

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Rafe being in love with reader for years but never making a move then finds out she’s been dating Ward and he’s going to propose he’s mad at his dad for stealing his girl end it however you want 

Rafe comforting reader crying after sex because she doesn’t know why she’s crying but she’s just overwhelmed by how good it felt 

The Proposal

Rummaging through his father's desk drawer, Rafe was prepared to memorize the combination to his father's safe in order to obtain cash for his next hit. The only thing that could get the pain of you dating his father from his mind. Even if only for the duration of the high. Finding himself to be the more age appropriate suitor, he always kept you at arm's length as your close proximity left him on edge to act. On every devious thought that sent his hand into his boxers at the latest hours of the night. Your name a mere whimper from his lips as he thought of instances he could have taken advantage of your isolation. Even moments in public when he could have touched your skin or stolen a glance. But he was a good son. 

At least, good enough to not go after his father's girlfriend. At least he had been until today…

But once he found the combination, your birthday, he scoffed at the further daggering to his heart to know your bond had become so serious. But it was the identifiable box set at the center of the safe that sobered any need for that dangerous fix. 

A few hours later, shopping bags in hand, you pulled yourself over the threshold of Tannyhill summoning for help. 

"Anyone home to help me?!" You nearly pleaded as your stubbornness called for you to try and venture into the house in a single trip. Biting off more than what you could chew, you managed to set the groceries onto the counter before shuffling up the steps.

It wasn't uncommon to find visitors in and out of your boyfriend's house as his family seemed to have a rather vivacious schedule. Especially his kids. But it was the heat behind the gait that had you approaching with caution. 

"It's your fault...it's all your fault..." Rafe spoke to himself, just low enough to make out the words but with enough volume to identify him from around the corner. 

"Always fucking shit up-'" The sudden sound of plaster to knuckles made you gasp as you heard him retract that sudden exercise of brute rage. A single gander over the curve of the corridor let you validate that he had taken out his frustrations on the architecture of the antique plantation wall. Your eyes widened before you shuffled back down the steps to act as if you were none the wiser. All because Rafe frightened you. More specifically, what he was capable of had been what frightened you. 

After the final bag was disposed of in the receptacle, you climbed the steps into the room you shared with Ward, a strained neck accommodated by the pull of your fingers, you released a sigh before closing the day away at your back. Beginning to pull the buttons from your blouse, your eyes came to your reflection as you saw him on the bed. His silhouette intimidating enough in any crowd as he easily towered over you. Light eyes contrasting the dark thoughts within. 

But as you turned to scold him, you made note of his appearance. His cheeks were damp and his eyes low, but at the perfect angle to make note of the evidential emotion. A step closer to him made him shift as his hands came to a rest on his knees, both sets of knuckles ruined and bleeding as the obvious pain did not affect him whatsoever. 

"Rafe, what are you doing in here?" You finally managed, any strength behind your tone having grated down to an attempt, at best. 

"I didn't say anything because I didn't think it'd last...but...now I know I'm too late and it doesn't fucking matter and-"

"What are you talking about?" You watched him rise on his soles, pulling something from his pocket as your stomach twisted. 

He was unhinged. A constant reason for embarrassment at functions that often played out against his hotheaded nature. And it was the fear of this you were worried to now know. But as he revealed whatever was in his pocket had fit within his hand, your nerves settled. 

No knife. No gun. Just a box. A very noticeable and life altering velvet box you had hoped one day to be a gift for you. Just not this way. 

"What would you say if he asked?" His eyes rose to you, a single tear confessing feelings you believed to be only lust until now. His lingering gazes and teasing comments overheard to Topper and Kelce having sent your eyes wide to him. But you could only stare at the box. 

"What. Would. You. Say?" He asked, nursing each syllable carefully, almost regretfully. 

You slowly began to nod, the life you'd created with Ward often a means for gossip you didn't care to entertain. But you also didn't want to hurt Rafe. You believed you had a healthy relationship with all of the Cameron's, which is what made his reaction so unnerving. Especially once he threw the box directly at your head, missing by maybe an inch. 

Your steps were quick to leave, but his were swifter to make you stay. Pulling you to him with a new and cruel hold to your arms, he pinned you against his chest. 

"You can't! Not until you know!"

"Know what-" Before you could ask, he collided into you. Both sets of exhales ceasing to the surprise. 

You couldn't deny your curiosity to how his lips must feel so full and tempting, lightly glossed by a tongue peeking through every so often as a nervous tick. And now you knew. Madness. Chaos. And then the final rush of peace that existed once he softened to know a part of you wanted this too. He had expected you to bite his lips and tongue in a manner that was rejective. But instead, your hands wrapped around the fingers of his hold. It was enough for him to release you in order to fully commit to the kiss. 

But nothing had surprised you more than his tenderness. A slow glide of his hands ascending your ribs and falling chastely to your cheeks let you forget of the implications that allowing this continuation would bring. It was only when his lips came to your jaw and neck, smirking slightly to your moan that you recalled your commitment to someone else. 

"Wait, Rafe..." But he only pulled your hands over your head, pinning them with his dominant hand. His second focused on your blouse. 

"You make me hate buttons.". He smirked. "Clothes, too..." His grin widened before he unbuttoned your shirt until only a bra remained. 

"We can't..."

"Then stop me." He challenged, the futile try made with your grasps only tightening as his hand lowered to your skirt. 

"Please... Rafe, we can't..."

"Then why are you moving like you can't wait to get out of your panties?" Your cheeks flushed. 

"I-"

"Don't worry sweetheart, I won't make you come inside them..." He pulled back enough to view the panties in question as he lifted your skirt with only the knuckle of his ringed finger. 

"With the suits you wear, I half expected a thong..." Your breath was taken by his words as well as this newfound confidence. 

"Rafe-" He dropped his hold on your wrist. 

"Doesn't matter. They're ruined for me already, aren't they?" Before you could speak, he was moving onto his knees. Your eyes flashed towards the bedroom door and the lack of it being locked. His fingers pulling your panties to your ankles had been the cause for your focus to move back to him. 

"We're the only ones here..." 

"For now...what if your dad-" He glared. 

"Don't. This is about you and me." His hand parted your thighs just enough to make note of the line caused by his words. 

"And now that I know you want it..." His eyes rose to you. 

"You're mine." He dove into you with passion. No quick flicks intended to rush the moment, but a deep and thorough tongue that pulled you apart without much effort. 

"Rafe!" You gasped before your hand ran through his long bangs, pulling back as he smirked. 

"Watch..." He moaned into your folds, driving one hand to your clitoral hood and pulling it apart. You looked down to see the way his tongue traced your clit and teased your sex. 

"Fuck..."

"Keep. Watching." He demanded, your eyes trained as he pulled a finger into your sex and your eyes rolled. 

"That okay?" He patronized as you trembled beneath him. He now focused on your pleasures, no more jokes. Only his tongue focused on your sensitive nerves. Until a second finger had you riding into his former grimace. 

"I'm gonna come! Shit! Rafe!"

"Come...come on my face-" His command made you curve to that edge before your name echoed on the steps outside of the bedroom. 

Rafe's fingers pulled you wider for him. His teeth over your clit as a threat as he sucked hard and quick to offer a slurping sound. 

"Now-" he growled as you washed over him. Only squeaks and squeals leaving between your lips. But the second that blissful rush was reached and every nerve as you swore he had, you were reminded of what you'd done. The sin you'd committed. And worse than any detail, how you didn't regret it. 

"Rafe, we-" But he only turned you around, your palms instinctively at a rise to the wall in front of you to catch yourself. But that flat grip quickly clawed as his breath climbed from your ass, where he left a teasing bite, before ascending to the point of his body's full extension. 

"My turn, baby-" In one swift motion, you were thrust into the wall. Your dominant hand craned behind you to pull him closer as the other dug into his thigh. 

"You can try to hurt me, I can take it..." 

His dominant hand pulled you to him, lips only an inch or so apart. 

"Can you?" He asked as you slowly nodded, his speed increasing as the overstimulation was painful. His thrusts were calculated but cruel, increasing through each return into you. 

"He could hear us-" 

Rafe scoffed. "You've never sounded like that with him..." You tensed, realizing this wasn't a momentary rush of desire. This was something he'd lived with well beyond what you had been aware of. Those moments you caught him looking at you were not as innocent as you had originally thought.

"So I know he's never actually made you come, has he?" When you didn't answer, his hand draped down your jaw and onto a steady clench around your throat. The bend of each finger felt as he enclosed tight enough until feeling your exhale affected. 

"Tell. Me." He slowed his thrusts as you paused. 

"No..." 

"Don't worry, baby, we aren't done yet..." By the grip on your neck, he pulled you to the bed until you sat on its ledge. 

"Off." He pulled your blouse from the hem of your skirt. 

"I want to see all of you..." He explained as you hesitated. .

"You let him see you and he didn't just make you come...So show me why you deserve to do it again...motivate me, sweetheart..." He pulled you into him with a sudden grip beneath your thighs. The gasp made him illuminate with approval as your eyes fell to the intimidating shaft separating you. Hard. Dripping. Mouth-watering.

"If you're gonna look at it like that, you better put your mouth on it and give it everything you've got. The least I deserve, yeah?" Your breath hitched to his sensual tone had become. Breathless yet controlled and dominant yet somehow needy. It was enough to bypass the threat of discovery and weight of guilt. You needed this. You needed him. 

Hands to his lower abdomen, you pushed him forward until you could rest on your knees. 

"So pretty-" Something came over you. Something carnal. Dirty. Devious. Consuming. 

"I'm even prettier with a cock in my mouth." 

"Fuck..." He breathed a deep exhale before feeling you pull him tightly into you. Your throat, now a vestibule, offered to him. Immediate teary eyes and a pressured reflex and you took him in stride. Approval heard behind his terse breathing as you accelerated your skill set. The hand stabilized at his base twisted and spiraled to his tip when you'd take a breath, your second hand lowering to his heavy balls beneath as he gripped tightly in your hair. 

"Such a dirty little mouth..." He bent over you, relentless thrusts forcing drool to cascade down your jaw before he finally withdrew. You weren't allowed even a second of returned equilibrium before he thrust you against him. Pulling your blouse clean from your body, your skirt was ruined by the force he made against the zipper. 

"I'll buy you a new one. But only if you agree not to wear any panties under them..." 

"Rafe-"

"You said you could take it. Did you change your mind?" He was everything you didn't know you needed, offering you even more, and you were susceptible to the taunting. 

"No..." 

"Then shut up and take it-" He turned you away from him, bra unlatched and disposed of as he gripped your breast and guided you onto all fours onto the bed. 

"The same bed you lie to him in. The one I'll make you come in," He thrust into you. 

"Over. And over. And over again." Your mouth pulled apart in the need for a release he teased before you pleaded. 

"Please, Rafe..."

"I'm not stopping sweetheart. You got yours...don't be selfish-"

"Not this way...I want to see you..." You felt him shift, surprised before retracting. 

"How?" You were allowed temporary dominance as you climbed into his lap. His cock in your hand as you aligned him to you. 

"I want you to keep your eyes open. I want to watch everything I do to you..." You nodded as you sunk yourself onto him. Even though you'd felt him seconds prior, this was different. Softer. Deeper. 

"Shit..." He groaned, kissing your breast and pulling your nipple with his teeth. 

"I love your mouth..." 

He smirked. 

"You want it to make you come again, don't you?" You bit your lip, bobbing your head. 

"So you don't want to ride my cock then?" He bluffed in beginning to pull away as you cemented him beneath you by tightening your thighs. 

"You are a greedy little thing aren't you?" You pulled his hand from your breast to your mouth, sucking on his fingers. 

"I already know what your mouth does...I wanna know how well YOU take me." He forced his hands to your hips, keeping you in place as he rooted up into you. Your response was inaudible and only heard in gasps as he brought you to bounce over him. 

"Fuck, yeah...take it...keep fucking taking that cock baby...you're doing so good for me...oh fuuuuck..." He groaned until you slowed over him, fatigued. 

"I can't..." 

"Yes-"

"I can't stay quiet..." You corrected him as he twisted you onto your back, a hand over your mouth. 

"Don't be." This acted as the silencer needed as he pounded into you. His second hand used through your hair to pull you closer to him. 

"Mine." He grunted in repetition into your neck, unbridled more and more by the second as you nodded. His hand removing once you'd agreed. 

"Say it." That former fold now in a cruel grip around your jaw. 

"Tell me you're fucking mine." 

"I'm yours, Rafe.-"

"That's right. My dirty little slut is all mine." Your back arched to the words that you should have loathed. The ones that made you clench harder around him. 

"Oh, you like being told you're dirty?" You nodded. 

"You like being told you're a whore?" You clenched again, his lips pulling apart to accommodate his scoff. 

"My whore?" 

"Yes!" You rasped. 

"Then ride into me...come on...show me..." You took control as he allowed you to straddle him, your body taking him perfectly until he took control again. 

"Fuck! Baby, you're too good...shit!" 

"Yeah? You close, Rafe?" He pounded up into you. 

"You're gonna be so fucking sore..."

"Good..." He pulled you down to him with a kiss as his second arm wrapped around your hips, locking you in place. 

"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna fucking come..." He moaned against your mouth as you nodded. 

"Come for me..."

"Yeah?" 

"For me..." You whined. "Fuck me until you come-" You were taken onto your stomach, pinned flat as he fucked his final thrusts into you. You were unable to move, completely helpless and mindless as he pulled you to another orgasm while in the build of his own. 

"Keep coming..." He groaned, replacing his cock with his fingers. 

"Keep coming until you stain the sheets baby..." But as his fingers worked inside you, something else unbuckled. Something that made you cry out into the mattress as you sprayed over him. 

"Fuck yeah...keep doing it...keep fucking doing it..." You whimpered, your body pulled to another pornagraphic release as you lost count of the times he left you trembling. Overstimulation and pain paled to the pleasure he left behind as you sniffled. 

"Shit..." He pulled you to face him. 

"Did I hurt you?"

"That...it felt so good..." You sniffled. "I'm sorry..." He pulled you towards him a soft hand to your cheek. 

"I'm not. Come here..." He pulled you up to his chest. 

"Rafe-"

He directed you to his face. But he silenced you with a kiss. 

"If you didn't want me, you should never have kissed me back...Because now I'm not letting you go..." 

"But..." Your eyes flashed to the door. 

"Marry him." 

"What?" 

"I don't care who you're married to. Who you sleep next to...As long as I'm the one who makes you come...and you mean it..."

"Rafe..." He kissed you again. 

"Consider it MY proposal. No need for a ring or bullshit ceremony. Just say it. You'd be mine and I'd be yours..." 

You hesitated for a moment to think of what this meant. But with your body still wrapped in bliss and his own physique keeping you to him, something well beyond reason set your head into a nod. 

"Yours." He took your jaw into his hand. 

"Mine." He repeated, louder, before leading you into a romantic kiss. The kind that showed his attention beyond lust and desire. That showed he meant his words...

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The Newlywed

TW: Dom!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading Language. 

SUMMARY: Rafe makes the most of a moment alone with you on your wedding night. 

WORD COUNT: 2300

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

The Newlywed

His eyes had followed you since the second he witnessed you within that white dress. Such preying eyes broadcasting every illicit thought held as a silent conversation between the two of you. As you accepted the congratulations with him sipping his whiskey neat from across the room, you felt those eyes shameless to your physique. But where the majority of your guests complimented how happy you were in your post-marital glow, his faded cobalt irises sharpened as if it were only the two of you. 

In a room full of friends and family, you solely existed for each other. 

But his patience was dwindling. He kept his hands to himself when you passed with the easy observation of your mutual crowd. He refrained from making his ambitions known even as you seduced him with the cutlery to remind him of what was his. But it would take him watching you dance with someone who was not him before he had to act. Even if he was well aware you belonged to him in every way of importance and relinquishment, he favored the dominance you allowed him. 

"Come with me." He growled to your ear before pulling you from your commemorative celebration. A simple gasp came from a single gasp as you were taken to the hotel room designated for him. 

"Rafe-" You warned as he pushed you up against the door to quicken the time in which it would close. 

"I've had to wait all fucking day to get you out of this dress…" His fingers searched quickly for the zipper or buttons he had been used to. Frustration read across his face as you turned to reveal the array of crossed ribbon that made up this antiquated tie. 

"I'll tear it off of you if I have to…" He explained behind clenched teeth as you couldn't help but illuminate at the idea. 

"Then again…" His hand came beneath the skirt, an A-line constriction that kept you too distanced as is. His touch now beneath the layers of tulle as your breathing labored by this alone. The anticipation nearly too much as he offered a side smirk almost invisible beneath the one present with lust. 

"I don't need you naked to make you come…." Your cheeks flushed at the proof lain in memory of his claims. Parties, events, even a rehearsal dinner in which he'd been the reason behind such ruined panties by his touch alone. The accompaniment of dirty words such as theses only making this release swifter. 

"But I've earned seeing all of you…" You were turned against the door, palms pressed to the cold false wood. He hesitated for a moment at the labyrinthine ties before deciding on the most efficient plan of action. 

"Sit on the bed. Don't touch anything I've already made wet or come on…" He explained, fingers at a rest beneath your chin. As your eyes cast to the side on a mischevious thought to start without him, that kind grip altered to one of possession at the entirety of your jaw. 

"Or you don't get to do anything but watch." You offered a single nod of understanding as he left for a moment. The sound of the hotel room door coming closed had offered you a moment of reflection. 

You came to adore your ring. The promise of eternity held in the vows spoken as it slipped deeper onto your left hand. Those very words hollow against the lust you fell now as romance was exchanged for need. The need that made you consider Rafe's wrath in contrast to the sensations you were deprived by his absence. But before you could silence that pulsating desperation between your thighs, he returned. 

"Stand up." He explained, the sight of the very knife used to cut the cake, now in his grasp. 

"Don't cut the dress….' You guided as he scoffed. 

"Not like I paid for it." He chortled as you rolled your eyes before he cut the strings loose. The compression of your bodice released as the fabric fell to your feet. 

"Shit…" he breathed in disbelief at the sight. Your flawless skin set before him as his fingers worked to your curves. 

"You have an entire hotel full of people wanting to celebrate you…and yet here you are with me…" His lips rose from your shoulder as he collected your hair in such a way that made you mobile to him. He pulled you to face him, an unnaturally craning made of your neck as you faced him. 

"Why is that?" 

"Because I need you." His hands ran down the lingerie worn for him now. Ivory lace covering the most sacred curves and caverns. The same ones he knew well. The ones he made his. The ones you let him. 

"And you'll always choose me over them…won't you?" You nodded as your eyes came to a rolled closed as his touch reached your panties. 

"Because you're desperate?" You continued to affirm his suspicions. 

"Because you're mine?" 

"Yes." 

"And you listen?" This question took you back as you watched him lift your hand to his lips. 

"Didn't do anything to yourself while I was gone….yeah?" That simple question, the final word drawn out in the cadence only he could speak in such a way, and you were complacent to him. 

Before you could answer, he pulled your fingers to his smirk, using them to part his lips and test his theory. 

"Oh you were good…but you thought about it…didn't you?" You paused, cheeks flushed. "Dirty girl…"

"The things you've let me do to you and you're embarrassed by such an innocent question?" He couldn't and didn't care to hide his amusement at this. 

"Sit."

"I-" He corrected you by a new hold to your jaw. Only now, teasing his lips. Ones you'd craved all day. 

"Sit." He spoke against, brushing passed you as you took the side of the bed as your stage. Your eyes watched him as he pulled the chair from the window and just out of reach of your feet. 

"Rafe…"

"You look wrong." Your eyes narrowed. 

"You know I prefer you in red or nothing. But since you are the bride…I won't punish you for it…But…you are gonna wait…and show me…what your new husband has to look forward to now…" He lifted his finger to his lips as you smirked. 

"Panties off." You moved gracefully with his instruction. 

"Toss em." You obeyed as he collected them for a second before chuckling. 

"Jesus, how did they not drop to your ankles? They're fucking drenched…" You bit your bottom lip. 

"Knees up. Feet flat. Let me see it…" You pushed yourself further back on the bed to acquiesce to him. 

"Start slow. And if you even think of coming before I say, everyone in that reception hall is going to know just how fucking desperate their bride is…So slow." You pulled your fingers to your folds. 

"Use one hand to part your lips…I wanna see all of it." He explained behind clenched teeth. 

"One finger. Just like I'd do it…" You mimicked the slow insertion. "Now two. No bending. Only I get to touch that spot that knows me so fucking well, doesn't it?"

"Yes…' you exhaled sharply. 

"Faster…just a bit…" He leaned closer to you, elbows on his knees as he studied you. 

"Faster…" 

"Rafe…" You moaned, now supporting yourself on your own elbows. 

"Such pretty nails…I love how they feel leaving those marks all over my back…"

"Please…Let me…" he now stood, moving to the edge of the bed as you slowed. 

"Did I say to slow down?"

"Please…I want it to be you…" 

He lowered over you. A hand to your cheek offering a false sense of security as he pulled you to him by a harsh grip to your hair. 

"Keep doing it. I love how fucking desperate you sound." He managed to undress as he spoke. The attire loose and disposed of by the time your eyes came back open from rejecting that nearing orgasm. 

Desperate kisses from your lips lowered down his abdomen before he pulled you back. 

"Does your new husband have your impatience to look forward to?" 

"Just say-"

"Answer me or you won't be able to talk at all." He threatened, motioning to the impressive erection at war with his boxers. 

"I wanted to be nice tonight. Try to even be gentle…maybe let you come without crying…But you just can't keep that pretty little mouth shut can you?" He pulled you to look up at him. 

"Convince me to forgive you. Not like the whore you just acted like touching yourself either. Like a good girl who deserves this cock…" You parted your lips before he nodded. 

"Maybe I'll let you come on it if you're really convincing." But where others may take this as an invitation for deepthroating. 

You knew Rafe well. He prefers the build up. The delayed gratification that gave him an excuse to leave marks on your body. The way he could cross that line with your consent as the pain fell just as intense as the pleasure. 

"You're so good…so good…" His voice began to fade into groans and heavy releases of inhales as you took him in stride. The only sound to now last between you was the combination of your fingers in a continuation between your legs and that of the fellatio exercised by your skilled mouth. 

His pornagraphic breathing motivated you to ignore the pain he left in the stretch of your increasingly sore throat as you pulled him deeper to the abyss of ecstasy. But as he created that edge, release validated in the beads of precum as a condition with your spit, you were pushed into the bed. 

"Enough of this shit." He explained before aligning your hips with his own. But prior to any penetration of a familiar tongue or fingers, his touch rode up your spine. 

"All of you." He explained in an answer to your silent question to the pause, before his bare cock was teasing your entrance. 

"Rafe…"

"For me." This singular grunt sent him to thrust into you. Your pleas silenced as he reintroduced pleasure to your clit with the presence of his fingers. 

"I don't even have to do anything you're already dripping…" 

"I could make you come so fast, couldn't I? Make you loud enough for every guest in every room to know who's responsible for making you hoarse?"

"Rafe-" He twisted his body to witness your expressions as he forced you into the mattress but his grip to your hair brought your eyes back to him. 

"I could make you come by doing this….just like for your birthday…" The memory made you moan louder. 

"Or like this…" his dominant hand moved to your breast, your nipples teased and pulled between his pinch. 

"When you wore that suit and decided to let everyone see what belongs to me?" 

"Oh….Rafe…"

"Or maybe…" His finger brushed your lower lips, drawing you to his mouth. 

"Have you ride my face like you did after getting engaged…You'd never tasted sweeter…" 

"Rafe…I need to…"

"How? Since tonight is special…tell me…" he winced for a moment to the clench you made around him. 

"I'm close!"

"My choice?" He lifted you back in alignment to his hips. 

"You know I love this ass…let's see just how red we can make it before you come…" You began to shiver to each strike until the rise of your release contracted this pain. Just as always, he made you not only endure it, but savor it. 

"More…"

"My girl wants welts?"

"I'll take whatever you give me…" you admitted breathlessly as he scoffed. 

"Oh I have something to give you…" You gasped to his brutal thrusts. "Every last drop baby. Just like when you swallow…" He flexed at the thought as he held your grip harsher into the fabric of the comforter. 

"Oh my God…you're so fucking perfect for me…you feel so good baby…I could come inside you all night-"

"YES!"

"But you've got a party to get back to…" He lowered his lips to your ear, "and a husband…" 

But at the mention of these reminders, he has you on the edge of that orgasm. Your body forgiving him as well as yourself for your transgressions as very penetration silenced your morals. His teasing of your nipples and seats to your ass deafened it further until all that remained had been the thought of you and him. 

"Careful. He might hear you-"

"I don't care! Fuck! I'm so close, Rafe!" 

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

"Oh…you are…shit…Slow down."

"I can't."

"On your back. I wanna watch you come for me." You were directed to your spoke as he thrust into you once again. Harshly. 

"Fuck! Yes! Rafe, you feel so good-"

"Is that why you're clenching me like this? You've never been this tight ..shit…"

"I wanna come so badly! I'm so close! Please!"

"Oh…fuck…Oh…"

"Raaaafe-"

"Keep coming…" He ordered as you contracted your expression beneath him. His fingers wrapped in your damp hair forcing you upward. 

"Look how you take me! Fuck! Look at it! Look! Shit!" 

"You look so good inside me…" you whimpered. 

"Yeah? Then make me come…make me come…use that pussy and make me come-' 

He ravages your chest as you clenched around him, raising your hips to meet his motions. 

"I'm gonna make you come all night. Make him wonder where you are-'

"Ahhhh…I'm gonna come again…"

"It's gonna be a long night, baby…might wanna save your breath…" He wrapped his hand around your neck. 

"Gotta make it up to me for choosing him…"

"It's you."

"Prove it."

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In the Middle of the Night

TW: smut. Language. Cockwarming. Slight Dom!JJ. Somnophilia.

Kook!Reader and JJ Maybank

SUMMARY: JJ awakes to a pleasurable sensation he continues you to quell. 

WORD COUNT: 2000

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JJ sleeping over at his girlfriends house for the first time (kook gf)

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🤍Totally ignore this if you don’t like it but while JJ and reader are cockwarming she has a wet dream with jj and he doesn’t know what he should do 

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In The Middle of the Night

JJ'S POV

It was the first time I could hold her in my arms without interruption. No curious younger sibling with an ear to her door and therefore no need to be silent. And there was also no fear of being ridiculed after she left in some quick afternoon rendezvous by Kie or Pope, where John B would have probably offered a high five. But for now, I could appreciate her for myself. No other Kooks trying to steal her attention and no other pogues reminding me of how she would get tired of me in due time. 

No, I had her completely to myself. Her skin as soft as her hair as it rested on my lips. The scent of sex and coconut still lingering in the sheets beneath us as a swore I could never get enough of either. Her scent or her. My fingers began to trace her, needing to touch her for more than a moment. Favoring the way that, even in her sleep, her body reacted to my touch. With the angle in which she laid, I was able to adjust slightly and keep her at rest, before managing to witness her expression. Furrowed brows coming from the tease I made over her nipples, covered by the thin sheet from her adolescent bedroom. I fought the urge to suck, bite, even pull it free.

 I needed her. I needed my girl. And I needed her now. 

She was perfection, where I was stained. Gold to rust. Good to bad. And even as I lay nocturnal at her side, stealing every second I could to witness her, she was angelic and pristine before me. Even with skin still damp with former sweat and hair tousled in how I pulled it to my will in every position she allowed. Not one we haven't tried yet. But her body was still ethereal. Warm. Wet. Chilled. Clenching. 

"Fuck..." I smirked, believing she was initiating some kind of encore to the apparent lack of satisfaction or desperation to repeat it. But I could feel her clench around me, my cock finding a home as she remained asleep, feeling her warmth wash over me in a single rush. Too warm. Too wet. Too fucking hot. 

"JJ..." She moaned still asleep, my expression hollow in anything but lust.

I froze for a moment, wondering if it was how I touched her that made her coat my dick. A smile caught by the sliver of moonlight offering the same illumination to her. The squint made in her sleep and slight breathlessness coming back to rest as I couldn't and didn't care to fight my pout. Just as quickly as she found ecstasy, it slipped as a stain beneath us both. My cock suddenly brought to life to the flickers of her tension as my hand wrapped around her breast. 

I needed her. 

More than I ever thought possible. 

Her skin felt softer, warmer, as I took it into my possession. There didn't exist a single inch of her skin that I hadn't touched, but it felt new to me at this moment. As if I saw her as vulnerable as our first interaction and the countless between now and then were fantasies. But I was desperate. I was hard as a fucking rock as I could feel my release already forming by those handful of clenches. And if I had to endure it, goddamnit, so would she. 

My lips were soft to her neck but my hands were tight to her breast. I was sure they'd bruise and I didn't care. I wanted those pained moans to be because of me. I wanted them to wake her up. 

Just not yet. 

With my second hand beneath the same pillow hers had been for rest, I intertwined our fingers until she was helpless to me. I had her pinned, my ankle keeping hers flat on the bed, as she began to awaken beneath me. 

"JJ?" She was already breathless. "What happened?" 

"You came in your sleep, princess...had a nice little wet dream about me..." I could feel the heat from her blush on my forehead as I kissed her shoulder. 

"I did?" You nodded. 

"Made quite a little mess, too..." 

"Ah...JJ..." She winced as I kept her flat. I was certain after how she'd come before falling asleep on my arms that she was still sore. And having come a handful of minutes prior, she was certain to be overstimulated. And I loved it. The pleas. The trembling. The way she spoke my name in desperation to stop, even as her body pulled for me to continue. Thankfully for her, and my own throbbing cock, I was never good at following directions. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, you don't have to dream about it...I'll make it real..." I began a steady pace as she fought beneath me. But not to move or to stop, but to rival me. She wanted me deeper and she showed this in the way she would move against me. But my grip kept her still. It would show still in the way she spoke my name. That little whine that could annoy me when she complained about something first class was the same I craved in moments like this. Knowing I was both her savior and her tormentor. 

"JJ..." She gasped as my thumb made teasing brushes over her clit. 

"How many times have you had a dream like that? Waking up to soaked little panties?" 

"Too often." I was slightly annoyed by this. All the times I could have made good on it as I intended to now. Well better late than never I suppose. 

"All those ruined panties..." I scoffed into her shoulder. "When I can just ruin you myself..." 

"Please...you do...so well..." I tightened both grips on her as my breath came to the shell of her ear. 

"You always dream about me?" 

"Every night..."

"What did I do?"

"This..." She confessed in relief before I retracted.

 I was close. Too fucking close. I could come if she looked at me with those kind eyes beckoning me as the siren she could be. I wanted this to last. Even if I throbbed. Which happened to be a side effect to being with her. 

I pinned her arms beside her head as I hovered over her, by chest intentionally breathing heavy to feel her nipples against me. Something so light had me needy to be inside her again. Not even the way she held onto me, which was enough to end me altogether. 

"Did I take my time?" She shook her head "no". 

"Was that because I wanted to come or because I wanted to make you?" I kissed her breasts as her fingers pulled through my hair. 

"Please, JJ..." I raised my eyes at the perfect time to the two fingers teasing her entrance. Poor girl was drilling. Practically pouring out for me. 

"You want my fingers, princess?"

"Two!" She gasped in desperation. 

"Always so greedy-" but against my words, I obliged. One finger followed by the other as she stretched around me. Sultry and tight, just as she always was for me. No matter how many times I fucked her. She was always so fucking tight. 

"I love how I can hear how badly you want me..." I explained as I relished the sounds made of my fingers and her excess. Not to mention the way her breath hitched when I came to that spot. The one that had her hands wrapped around my wrist. 

"I'm not gonna last, JJ..."

"And who said I wanted you to?" I teased, dropping between her thighs and over her clit. She was soaked enough no spit was needed, but I loved the way her eyes rolled when I did. A single spurt and she was moaning uncontrollably beneath me. 

"I'm so close, JJ-"

"You want them to hear back at The Chateau?"

"Wouldn't be the first time..." She reminded as I illuminated at the memory. 

"Or the last..." I threaten sex as she arches her back. 

"Right there!"

"Here?" I tease, slipping my hand just beneath where I knew could unbuckle her again in seconds. She attempted to move me back but I slip away. 

"Stop edging me, JJ...please..."

"Not until you tell me what you dreamt of specifically, sweetheart. I wanna make all your dreams come true..."

"Then fuck me!" She belted as I paused for a moment, savoring in making her wait. 

"Just like you did earlier. Harder. Deeper. Please, I'm so fucking desperate..." I planned to worsen this. I set myself between her legs however, her thighs clenching around me immediately. Fuck, she has that perfect vice I felt long after she was gone. 

"Aren't you always?" I taunted as she whimpered and nodded. 

"But I want to kiss you... everywhere...watching you squirm like that...moan like that...did something to me..."

"And I want that something inside of me, JJ...please..." But I wanted to torment her. I offered one finger, a handful of pumps, and a retraction. Two fingers, bending them to her g-spot and kissing her breasts, before pulling back again. I released this, taking occupancy over her nipples and clit as she shook beneath me. All until I knew one more stroke of my tongue would be her undoing. 

"Say it again." She was exhausted before I was even inside of her on my final brigade of thrusts. Poor thing thought it would end this way. 

I align myself to her sex. So fucking wet I could slide so easily. The thought making me flex. 

"Fuck me, JJ...please..." She was weak but needy as her fingers to my shoulders validated this. And finally, our mutual torment was over. 

"It's too much!" She cried out beneath me as I kissed her softly. 

"You can do it, sweetheart. You always do. So fucking good for me..." It was difficult to speak with how she felt wrapped around me. But I needed to commend her. But then again, not enough words, or at least none I knew, could explain how I felt with her. 

"JJ...I can feel it..." But somehow it wasn't enough. Knowing she was close, I needed her closed. Deeper. Harder. Just as she asked for. I pulled her knees to her chest and kept myself in this angle over her. The bed pounding into the wall as I wrapped my hand over the headboard, but it only sent it harder into the foundation. 

"Can you still feel me, princess?" She was silent, her lips pulled apart as no sound emerged. And I knew the look well. She wasn't just coming, she was squirting. Her gasps returning as she coated me, our mutual thighs, the sheets, and I still needed more. 

"Keep coming for me, baby..."

"I can't..."

"One more time...I know you can do it...just one more for me..." She complied, fighting the jolts made of her body as I climbed to my high within her. 

Something erupted between us. Her or me, I couldn't dispute or claim. But the sheets were a mess along with our bodies. Claw marks and bruises would be left in the exchange as I kept her beneath me. Heaven on earth for only a moment before hellfire consumed me as my eyes opened to find her exasperated. 

Even after this, I still wanted more. 

And I would get it. 

Just maybe after some sleep. As long as she didn't clench me like that again...

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