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[rafeys-angel13]

don’t touch her

summary: when you’re at the beach with your friends and some boys get too persistent about taking you on a date. jj helps diffuse the situation without exposing your relationship.

warnings: none

summerfling!jj x spoiledkook!reader

you and jj had been sneaking around together this summer. his friends don’t know and your friends don’t know. it’s not that you’re embarrassed by him and don’t want people to know, it’s that if people people knew you guys were dating, everyone would think you’re a weirdo and you have a status to uphold.

this morning, you and your friends made a last minute decision to go to the beach. you guys drove to the beach in the g wagon your father had bought you when you passed your driving test.

once you guys get settled with your bottles of alcohol and lemonade, fruit bowls and all. some other looks show up, you greet them warmly as usual and they join you. adding to the collection of alcohol.

you guys swim, surf and draw your names in the sand like every time you’re at the beach. it’s a little later in the day now and it’s the hottest it’s been all day so you go back to the cooler and grab a waterbottle, opening it and taking a drink.

you see some guys you’ve known since elementary school, you smile at them and they walk over.

“hey, pretty girl” marcus smirks, giving you a side hug.

“hi, you guys want some water, it’s pretty hot” you point to the cooler and they chuckle and shake their heads.

“nah, we’re good… but you know what i want?” luke tilts his head and steps forward.

“what?” you sip your water and look back at your friends playing in the water.

“how about, you and me go on a date… how does that sound?” luke smirks, grabbing your face and tilting your head up. he has that stupid smirk on his face you swear he’s had since he came out the womb.

“i’m okay thank you… i’d rather have a boy-free summer” you chuckle, trying to figure out how you’re going to get them to leave you alone without straight up saying ‘i have a boyfriend’.

“oh come on… you don’t want me to take you to a nice restaurant?” he smiles, pulling you in by your waist. you push his hand off your waist.

“no i don’t.” you snap, stepping back. only to bump into someone, immediately smelling the familiar scent of jj, thank god.

“hey, you don’t suppose i could take a water, do you?” jj smiles at you when you turn around to look at him. you shake your head and grab him a water out of the cooler.

“princess, don’t give this pogue a damn drink. he can get his own.” marcus sighs. jj side eyes him.

“so who are you? her boyfriend or something?” jj smirks, marcus shakes his head.

“no i was just talking to her…”

“get out of her business then…” he fake smiles and the two back up, chuckling and mumbling something between them.

“thanks jayj” you sigh and hand him the water bottle.

“no problem, princess” he smiles and kisses your forehead, before making his way back to his friend group.

you walk back over to your friend, ruthie who was sat on a towel.

“hey, girl… what was that about?” she tilts her head.

“oh just marcus and luke being annoying, it’s fine though” you smile and sit next to her.

she narrows her eyes and smiles.

“i mean with jj… do you two have something going on…?” she giggles and leans in, giving you the look that makes you feel bad for keeping secrets from her.

“you can tell me…” she grins

“fine but you can’t tell anyone…” you hold out your pink and she wraps hers with yours

“i swear, now tell me.” she giggles

“me and jj have been seeing each other for a while… i haven’t told anyone and neither has he” you smile slightly, happy to finally be able to tell her.

“oh my god… like hooking up or just seeing each other…?”

“like hooking up…”

“is he good?” she giggles

“fuck yeah… it’s jj, of course he is”

later that night, you’re at home. jj is laying next to you, giggling at something stupid on his phone and you turn to look at him.

“i told ruthie…”

he snaps his head to look at you and his eyes widen.

“what?! you said we couldn’t tell anyone!” he sits up

“you can tell john b… then we’re even.” you giggle and he lays back down with a smug smirk.

“can i tell john b and pope? please” he dramatically grabs your hand and kisses the back of it. you giggle and nod.

“sure”

“yes! thank the lords above!” he sits up and grabs his phone

“lords…? i thought there was only one lord above…” you mumble in thought.

“who gives a shit? i get to tell everyone you’re mine” he lays on top of you and kisses all over your face before resting his forehead on yours.

“slow down, not everyone… just john b and pope” you giggle

“you’re still mineeee”

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[princessbrunette]

i want to suck on dbf rafe’s fingers. respectfully ofc

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thank god for the lock on your bedroom door.

if you hadn’t had one, your dads voice yelling out “sweetheart, i’m home!” might have startled you into a heart attack whilst you bounce on rafe cameron’s dick in your girly pink bedroom.

he jolts up beneath you, an adorably frightened look on his face as you both momentarily freeze. you clear your throat, placing a hand on rafe’s chest before yelling out “okay dad!” and immediately continuing to roll your hips.

“shit, thought you said he wasn’t coming home huh?” rafe mutters quietly with his teeth grit, trying to hold himself together and push aside the anxiety of being caught so he could get his nut. he did come all this way after all, now laying mostly naked on your bed balls-deep in his bosses daughter — so it was a little too late for sensible thinking.

“are you scared of getting caught?” you giggle, laying your hand over his and guiding it to run up your soft naked body as you ride him. he shudders, the irritation melting off his face just a little.

“you should be scared.” he shakes his head, leaning fully back against the stacked pillows once more.

“m’not.” you whimper quietly, before a mischievous smile possesses you. you moan loudly and his eyes that were on the verge of fluttering closed snap open. with each loud and obvious moan, you release a giggle like you knew what you were doing. the last straw was when you moaned his name.

“hey, hey shut up kid.” he grapples you a little, one hand holding the back of your head and the other placed firmly over your mouth. you slow your grinding to stare at him sweetly as you both catch your breath — rafe through his mouth and you shakily through your nose. “alright?”

you nod, and the hand on the back of your head slides down, resting on your hip once more encouraging you to continue riding him. you do so, and the hand over your mouth starts to let up too, until his fingers are ghosting over your lips effortlessly. in a haze of pleasure, you duck down — catching the tip of his pointer with your pink wet tongue, before sucking it into your mouth, letting out a little hum.

“shhhhit.” he whispers as he watches you, taking the initiative to add another finger past your lips. “yeah… you like that huh? that shut you up?”

“mhm’ueyes” your answer comes out whiny and garbled around his thick digits and he immediately pulls them out to give your cheek a wet little slap.

“hm? speak up.”

“yes daddy.” you mewl and he licks his lips, eyes subconsciously jumping to the door for a millisecond.

“yeah… yeah damn right… i’m your fuckin’ daddy.” he hums before stuffing his fingers back in.

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[princessbrunette]

dbf!rafe thought he was doing a pretty good job at pretending he didn’t care too much about you. but it was coming to the late afternoon, and he’d driven past you wandering around town on your own wearing one of those stupid little mini skirts you’re crazy about and he had to do his duty and command you come with him. for your safety of course. he’d hate if some sick older guy got his hands on you.

“get in. c’mon.” he’s already acting irritable with you and it only spurs you on to act mischievous.

“why so glum, hm?” you pout, letting a small giggle slip through as you fasten your belt — the friend of your fathers glancing around the area briefly to see if anyone had seen his bosses daughter climb into his car before zipping off.

“what’d i tell you last time i saw you just— just walking around asking for trouble?” he berates and he’s not even sure why he’s so wound up. you just got him so pent up and touchy that he always found himself being this way with you.

“asking for trouble? mr cameron i was just hanging out.” you laugh, stretching your legs and going to rest your feet on his dashboard. he shoves your legs off, sending you a scalding glare.

“in that little skirt? yeah i wasn’t born yesterday, alright— you were probably off meeting guys.” he grumbles and you turn your head to him, heart fluttering at the jealous tone he had failed to conceal.

“oh no, not hanging out with guys my own age… that would be the most awful thing in the world, right?” you sark, and he resents the way he can hear the pretty smile in your voice without even turning his attention away from the road. he huffs out a scoff, shaking his head as he pulls up to the traffic light.

“told your old man i’d look out for you, right so — so i am just telling you that you shouldn’t be wandering around meeting guys dressed like a hooker. i know how guys brains work, okay — i am a guy. s’why i’m taking your ass home where you can’t get into any of that shit.” he rants, and before you can complain about him calling you a hooker your attention is caught by his promise to bring you home and you shoot up in your seat.

“no, please. just— anywhere else. not home.” you suddenly sound serious, and he nearly misses the stoplight turning green to glance at you in confusion.

“and why the hell not?” he drawls and suddenly you’re a lot more quiet. he raises his eyebrows waiting for a response.

“i’m fighting with my parents. i just… i don’t want to see them yet.” you sigh, staring at your manicure in your lap. as much as he wanted to teach you a lesson and drag you back into the house to your father, he knew what it was like to have a rocky relationship with his parents. because of this he sighs after his slight hesitation and turns in the direction away from your house.

“ah… shit, alright fine. the fuck do you wanna go then? gotta drop you somewhere, alright?” he relents and you beam.

“really? thanks mr cameron.” your elated expression calms itself into a pur as you lean across the gear stick and press a kiss to his cheek. he clenches his jaw.

“watch it.”

to this you respond with a giggle and he relaxes a little, knowing he had a little more time with you.

“where do you wanna go then? haven’t got all day, kid m’not a fuckin’ taxi.”

“hmm, your place?” you’re quick with your answer, almost like you had it planned. he’d given in a few times, let you have your way with him even though he knew it put his career on the line — and he told himself and you that this could go on no longer.

he huffs out a laugh, scratching at his cheek and shaking his head, choosing to ignore the suggestion. your bottom lip curls over at this, frowning a little.

“raaafe.” you whine and he resists an eye roll.

“what you’re — you’re serious about that shit?”

“mhm… i missed you…” you coo, and he feels your warm body lean across the centre console again, a clawed hand finding his thigh as you speak into his ear. “c’mon dad.” you groan and he feels a hot rush of blood fly through him at the nickname. god you were sick.

“don’t fuckin’ call me that.” he turns into his driveway at tannyhill, parking up infront of the house haphazardly before turning off the car and not making any move to get out.

“just wanna play a little bit.” you complain, kissing down his white shirt leaving lipgloss prints that he’d soon complain about down the expensive material as he watches you with parted lips, feeling your hot breath fan over his hardening crotch.

“well if you’re gonna suck me off just fuckin’ do it alright. don’t wanna hear that shrill ass little voice unless you’re tellin’ me how good that shit tastes. c’mon.”

you couldn’t help but obey.

[princessbrunette]

queen b, ex prom queen, spoiled kook reader getting involved with the pogues vibes <33

this would eat DOWN!!!! who would she end up with?

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jj. jj for sure.

he’s like, deadset on showing her the ‘real world’ and forcing her out her bubble wrap to show her how the other half live. if she’s being bratty and bitchy he’s giving it right back to her, satisfied when she shrinks a little with a pout, feeling put in her place for once (something that never happens back home)

only ever referring to her as ‘princess’ or ‘duchess’ or ‘barbie’ or just straight up ‘brat’. infact she only ever knows he’s being super sincere and serious if he uses her real name.

they went to school together as kids. not high school, no — she got sent off to kook academy, constantly being followed round and trailed by the pathetic loser jock rafe cameron who she constantly turned her nose up at. as children jj was always sticking gum in her hair and she was always dominating the playground and sending her posse of tiny girls to run and attack the blonde. all water under the bridge though.

it takes her a while to admit it but she does like jj a lot, more than she likes anyone else. because he’s real. he doesn’t tiptoe on eggshells around her, he doesn’t hesitate to put her in her place, but most of all he puts everything aside to protect her when it all comes down to it. shoving her behind him when there’s danger or pulling her down to the ground to hide, shielding her.

on top of that, she just uncharacteristically finds him sexy— so she’s just gonna keep pushing, keep mouthing off until he grabs her jaw and tells her to watch her mouth, his own jaw all tense and eyes wide. he lets go in astonishment and realisation when she returns his intense gaze with fluttering lashes and her teeth clamped to her bottom lip — telling him that she wasn’t really the bitch she cracked up to be, moreso just a kinky little girl dying to be put in her place.

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[rafeys-angel13]

spoiled kook!reader

mini masterlist

don’t touch her

[rafeys-angel13]

hi! i’m really bored and my brain isn’t functioning like usual!

ask me things about your favourite readers! (or rafe and jj)

(eg; what would bunny!reader wear to dinner? or how would bluecollar!jj react to pogue!reader being pregnant)

or even ideas for more rafe or jj au’s!

it may even inspire a fic if you’re lucky 😏

[rafeys-angel13]

all of these have been posted! the links are below!

⇘summaries bellow ⇙

don’t touch her.

summerfling!jj x spoiledkook!reader

when you’re at the beach with your friends and some boys get too persistent about taking you on a date. jj helps diffuse the situation without exposing your relationship.

don’t worry your pretty little head

dealer!rafe? x bunny!reader

you’re at a party with rafe and you have questions about what he’s selling to these random people but he thinks it’s better that you don’t know.

“who was that?”

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it, bunny”

clumsy

doctor!rafe x bambi!reader

your clumsy moments and rafe lecturing you each time about how you could “seriously hurt yourself”

try on haul

bluecollar!rafe x hairdresser!reader

rafe comes home with dresses for you after you mentioned that your baby bump got too big for your favourite dress.

[rafeys-angel13]

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bunny!reader sunshine!reader sahm!reader

bambi!reader teacher!reader

pogue!reader spoiledkook!reader hairdresser!reader

dad!rafe military!rafe bluecollar!rafe

doctor!rafe

bluecollar!jj summerfling!jj