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Smut - ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Darker themes - ࣪₊˚ ☾. ⋅

Before he Cheats ₊˚ ☾. ⋅ - a pair of toxic exes ruining each others lives.

Sea Salt ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - he can't resist you in that skimpy bikini.

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Sea Salt⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Pairing - JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings - 18+, smut𐙚 (teasing, piv sex, public sex, choking, daddy kink, use of pet names).

Word Count - 2978

Summary - Rising temperatures mean spending the day at the beach with the Pogues. And with you looking oh so tempting in that skimpy little bikini, JJ can't help but take you for a swim.

One thing about your friends was they never missed an opportunity to spend their days lazily longing around at the beach. And lucky for them, the scorching sun had called for exactly that. As you all trudged through the hot sand, shoes in hand letting your toes burn under the scolding floor, finding a perfect spot nestled within on of the coves far down the beach. Within seconds the boys had discarded anything they had been holding prior replacing their grips with their surfboards. 

"Not so fast Maybank" you scolded, rifling through your bag trying to find the suncream you had packed earlier this morning. As soon as your hands pulled out the white bottle you saw JJ roll his eyes and huff, "ugh mom do I have to wear that?" he pouted, teasing at the fact that you mothered him, probably way more than you should. You couldn't help yourself, you were the only constant female figure in his life - you may be his girlfriend, but you felt responsible for him like you had to step up and show him a love a mother should give. 

You raised your eyebrows at the boy watching him throw a fake tantrum as your friends laughed along at him. "All of you, suncream!" you exclaimed, it wasn't just JJ you mothered it was the entire group. You'd somehow become the mother of the Pogue group; you had no idea how providing the fact that it was usually you being carried home after a few too many drinks or dragged down from any surface you found fit to dance on. Maybe it was because you had a constant supply of whatever was needed to hand; bandaids? you had them. lighter? of course. snacks? always something to keep JJ quiet when he was hyper and chewing your ear off. 

You'd rubbed cream all over your boyfriend making sure you take extra time massaging over his yummy abs, wouldn't want them to burn after all. Though that would mean you could lather him up in aloe vera later... maybe you should let him burn? "Your turn princess" JJ whispered against your neck, letting his hot breath linger on your skin. He took the bottle from your hand squirting all over your chest with no precaution leaving a string of white cream all over your skimpy bikini holding your tits up.

"Hmm think I've seen this one before" he joked, such a filthy mind. His hands eagerly spreading them all over your upper body, hands slipping in between the material flicking lightly at your now erect nipples. A small moan escapes your lips, JJ's face laced with a shit-eating-grin knowing it took absolutely nothing to have you putty in his hands. Your eyes flashed to your friends, unfazed by the two of you, too busy talking with one another. 

JJ's greasy hands hung on your waist spinning your body so you were facing away from him, soaking in the view of the waves crashing ahead of you. His hands continuing to knead at your skin from your shoulders down to your lower back and then to your ass. His hands lightly pulling your cheeks apart letting your bikini bottoms slide between the crease. You could feel the heat rushing between your legs.

That boy knew exactly what he was doing. And with a tap of your arse and a kiss on the crown of your head, his hands left your body. Leaving you a little touch starved. Your head turning over your shoulder to see him already back with John B and Pope grabbing their surfboards. You shook away all the dirty thought from your mind and lying down next to Sarah and Kiara.

The day ticked by slowly, spending the majority of it sipping beer, watching the boys surf and gossiping with your girls about anything and everything. That's what you loved most about Kie and Sarah, even though things were not always smooth sailing especially between the two, the bond you three now shared was unbreakable. 

You hand one of JJ's caps resting on your face blocking the UV from scorching your cheeks anymore than it already had, as you lay with your hands resting by your hips dozing in and out of consciousness. It was nice for all of 5 minutes until you were abruptly awoken by your lover shaking his soaked hair all over your slightly pink skin leaving you slightly gasping at the contrast of cold, salt water.

You slowly lifted the cap off your head to meet his lopsided smile and wide eyes towering over you, how could you stay mad at him. He laid behind you lifting your head so it sat across his damp trunks, sighing contently as his hands rubbed against your scalp. Your eyes flicking over to your friends each talking to their own lover in their own bubbles. 

One thing about JJ was he could not sit still for 2 fucking minutes, unless he was stoned out of his mind - which was pretty frequently. And so his pestering began, 'come swim with me darlin', which you dismissed promising you would in a little while, which he knew would be a lot longer than he was willing to wait. 

Your heavy lids opening when he shifted to sit up, forcing you to do the same giving him a sleepy smile as you cupped your face with his large, rough palms. "hey pretty girl, come play mermaids with me?" he pouted, he knew you loved any excuse to act like a stupid fool with him and there was nothing more idiotic than when the two of you shoved snorkels on your faces and splashed around in the sea.

But you were oh so tired and you felt so cosy resting against his lap dozing off whilst he stroked your cheek and whispered silly little facts and words at you. You hummed, conflicted with the idea of just lying with your friends and he could see that on your face but the boy was not going to take no for an answer.

So there you were being thrown over his shoulder, giggling like a school girl as he ran towards the crashing waves. Your friends shaking their head, humoured by you two fools. "How cold is it Jay?" you asked, now pouting yourself, you loved the sea and that's why you loved your life so much having such easy access to the beautiful beaches of Outer Banks, but the initial feeling of icy water against your skin always put you off, only slightly. 

You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for the shock of cold water as JJ dropped you down into the sea, causing a huge splash which sent your entire body below the waves. As soon as your face emerged he was wading away from you knowing what was coming, chasing after him ready to drag him below the surface in revenge. 

"It's only a lil' cold baby" he joked trying to make light of the situation but watching you slightly shiver with your nipples poking through your bikini top made him feel slightly guilt. Calling truce and swimming over to you, let you rest your arms around his neck and legs around his waist providing you couldn't quite stand in this depth. But he could, he was so dreamy and tall, hands resting on your butt stroking circles across each cheek. 

Your wet lashes fluttering looking at his blue eyes, full of lust and love. He used one hand to gently push your face closer to his own, noses touching. His tongue slipped out and across your lips, before you parted them allowing him unrestricted access to your mouth. Your hands running through his damp curls tugging at the ends. Your tongues gliding across one another, sucking and biting at anything the two of you could get a hold of. 

"You taste salty" you laughed in between kisses. "You taste so fuckin' good" he growled back, his mouth parting with yours and latching onto your neck peppering it with wet kissed, biting slightly at your ear before whispering into it, "And I can't wait to taste something even fuckin' better later". And with that he let go of your waist leaving you to tread the water as he splashed around you.

Those words left your cunt aching, desperate for his thigh, his fingers, his tongue, his dick, anything and everything. If there was one thing you knew about that boy it was that he would alway act nonchalant after teasing you and leaving you a desperate mess, even though you knew he would most certainly have a raging boner, he'd never show it on his face. You took a sharp deep breath trying to compose your self and swimming over to him joining in his splashing antics. 

The two of you had spent longer than you'd like to admit 'playing mermaids', telling each other 'watch this' before doing a handstand under the water or some sort of silly trick like you were kids. It was JJ's turn to show off his next 'impressive skill', he swam towards you with a cheesy grin and suggestive eyes, "watch this bae" he winked before plummeting below the surface.

Your eyes squint at the water, the reflecting rays making it hard to work out where he was until you felt his hand graze your foot, then your calf, then your thigh and then in between your legs. Your breath hitched, a slight moan caught in your throat and before you could process what exactly it was he was doing you felt the cold water against your now exposed lower half.

That little shit had skilfully untied your bikini bottoms and swam further into the ocean with them. Your eyes widened. It wasn't the first time you were bathing the nude, you and your friends were partial to a skinny dip but that was usually when you had alcohol fuelling your system and it was way past midnight.

"JJ Maybank! Get back here right now!" Your voice laced with warning. He'd push his luck, he always did. And that's why you were following the blonde further into the sea till the water was a deeper shade of blue. His hands still grasping your pathetic little excuse for bikini bottoms, flinging them around your neck and dragging you closer to him. Your exposed pussy rubbing against the fabric of his trunks, the friction causing you to moan. 

"That's right baby, no one can he you out here, moan as loud as you can for me" he teased, his eyes slightly darker in this state. He tugged at the material around your neck pulling you closer, latching his lips against yours whilst you grind your hips against his rock hard cock. Even in the depth of water you could feel your core was dripping wet, begging for his dick to be deep inside of it. 

Your hands leave his shoulders, fumbling around with the elasticated waist band of his swim wear, tugging them down slightly just enough for his very large and very erect cock to spring free. Hitting your clit as it escaped the restrictions of his pants. Your hand positioning his length to rub against your folds, causing him to moan against your lips. 

"You feel so good mama" he panted, his lips licking up and down your salty skin. Sucking lightly at your neck, not enough to leave marks. He'd do that later, when he was balls deep inside your pretty little cunt painting your tits a dark huge of purple. You continued rubbing against him, eyes rolling back as you lined his tip up with your entrance, not quite allowing him to push his full length into you. "Quit teasin' baby, let daddy fuck that little hole of yours yeah?" he whispered.

You nodded, giving into him, as much as you'd love to have teased him just as much as he had been teasing you all day - you couldn't deny the feeling of his girth stretching out your tight pussy. Lower yourself onto his dick slowly, he didn't move, not yet, allowing you to adjust to the slight sting your cunt felt being opened up as he always did. The salt water not quite helping the situation, causing tears to gather in your eyes.

"Shh pretty girl, no need to cry gonna take such good care of you" he soothed, his dick twitching slightly at the feeling of your walls squeezing against him. He was trying his best to start of slow, but being that you were both so far out into the ocean, his legs were treading carefully to keep you both afloat which was causing his cock to shift up deeper into you. 

It didn't take long for your aching pussy to adjust, begging for him to thrust deep. And that he did, frantically pushing his hips against yours. The both of you panting frantically, him more than yourself considering he was doing the majority of the work alongside keep both your faces above the water. Lips hungrily finding one another again, salt water occasionally splashing into your mouth, not that you minded you enjoyed having salty liquid fill your throat...

You knew you wouldn't last long, you'd been dripping wet the moment you saw JJ pull his shirt over his head earlier that day revealing his huge biceps and toned abs, he really was your weakness. The feeling of his dick pumping in and out of your tight little cunt tapping against your cervix threatening to split you open, had you screaming his name. His name rolling off your tongue in such a whiney and desperate tone had him bucking his hips faster against you, his chest flush against yours. His public hair tickling your clit, the friction making you subconsciously grind against him in an aggressive manner. 

You were so drunk of his dick you'd forgotten the two of you were fucking in the middle of the ocean, right in plain sight. If anyone were to look out at the two of you bobbing up and down, tightly grasping at one another, greedily kissing one another they would most definetly know exactly what you were up to. But neither of you cared, needing a release more than ever and the thrill of being so out in the open, in public, begging to cum over his dick was making this all the more better.

One of his hands dropped your bikini which was hung loosely around the back of your neck, as the now single hand grasped the other side of the material and pulling tightly behind your head choking you. Your eyes rolling back at the slight lack of oxygen mixed with the intervals of salt water splashing into your wide open mouth every time JJ flexed his hips against you. His free hand now dragging down your wet body before his thumb grazed across your swollen bud.

"Jay- Fuck- Don't... Stop" you panted bucking your hips to grind against his digits. Begging him to give you that final push over the edge. As your pussy clenched against his cock, his moans becoming louder, you were both so close. "No cummin' 'til I saw so, yeah?" he taunted. "Mhmm ye-yes daddy" you growled back, desperately shaking around him.

It only took a few rough thrusts and fast fingers toying your sensitive clit for you to be wriggling against him, screaming out his name, finger nails digging along his back that'd be sure to leave a few marks. You were coming undone, the familiar feeling brewing in your pit, your walls squeezing his cock ever so tightly pulling him into a trance. "You' gonna cum all over this dick now, aren't you mama?" he growling, coaxing you to your release.

His grip against your throat tightening as muffled moans escaped your puffy lips, your orgasm washing over you, tightening around his cock milking his cum out of him letting it paint your walls. Both slowly riding out your highs, lips finding each others once again sucking and biting against one another, piercing the skin ever so slightly. The irony taste mixing with your salty spit and your eyes rolling out the back of your head.

"Always such a good girl f' me" he whimpered, releasing the material around your neck which had left a slight mark. You didn't mind, you both loved marking your territory in one way or another. The slightly raised scratches on his back and the littered hickeys across your body a constant reminder of that. His dick slowly sliding out of your aching pussy, leaving it feeling empty, almost begging to be stuffed again. And it would as soon as you got home, he'd be worshiping your sweet pussy, licking and fingering it before filling it once more with his cum.

JJ pulled you close, planting a kiss on your forehead before flashing you a lazy smile. A yawn escaped your lips, all that swimming clearly tiring you out. "Let's get you back to dry land huh, pretty baby?" he whispered. He released you from his grasp splashing back under the water placing his lips on your sensitive bud before quickly pulling your bikini bottoms back where they belong and emerging from the water.

You giggled, "thanks merman", alluding to the stupid games you had been playing way earlier. By now the sun was slowly starting to set and your finger tips were all pruned. He turned allowing you to rest your shoulders on his back as he began your decent back to your friends, they'd probably be wondering where you had gotten to. Then again they probably knew exactly what had you both so caught up in time, some things never change and you two were always going at it like wild rabbits.

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Before he Cheats

Inspired by Before he Cheats by Carrie Underwood

Pairing - Toxic!Rafe x Toxic!Reader

Warnings - 18+, darker themes‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅(mentions of; drug use, alcohol use, abusive behaviour, toxic relationships, sex, degrading).

Word Count - 1455

No one thought anyone could match Rafe's quite literally bat-shit-crazy attitude, but you could. The two of you were the epitome of toxic love. A constant cycle of screaming arguments; things being thrown from one to another, both verbally and physically; cheating on one another in a hopes to make the other jealous, which always worked; the endless debate of whether you were a couple or not; and in those very few moments you both saw sense which ended in extremely hot, steamy, rough make up sex. 

The thing was neither of you could be apart, you would never find another lover. It was easy enough to find a quick fuck, someone to make the other envious, but there wasn't a person in the entirety of Outer Banks that would be willing to see past your psychotic behaviours, or your ex's. You may be the hottest little thing in Figure 8 with all puffy, pouty lips and dark siren eyes, but the risk of their life if they came within an inch of Rafe was not worth it.

And so, here you were again - seething. You saw red, nothing but rage coursing through your veins, staring at him from across the bar not taking a single interest in the cute guy trying to converse with you, tempting as it was. Instead watching your current 'ex' or 'boyfriend', after the argument you two had the night prior which left your voice horse and his face still lingering with a slightly pink stain of your hand print on his cheek, flirting with some bleach blonde bitch wearing a skimpy little top which did nothing for her small tits. 

You felt bad for the girl, sure she'd get a quickie out of him; he'd take her to the bathroom, not before purchasing a greasy condom that that had probably been in the machine longer than he'd been on earth, give her a half arsed fuck leaving her unsatisfied but most certainly wanting more from him. Which he could never give her. 

Your eyes squinting so violently at her, you might have actually broken the glass of cheap cocktail she was trying to seductively sip on. Rafe on the other hand was doing a very good job at pretending you didn't exist, probably the combination of whiskey and coke making him disoriented. It'd be a miracle if he could even hear anything the bleach blonde was saying to him but he could definitely feel her hands, the ones covered in chipped white nail polish, getting a little too frisky for your liking. 

Though the second you felt a pair of large hands getting a little too frisky on your own waist, a small smirk appeared on your face. Two can play at that game, Cameron. It didn't take long for your tongue to be slipped down the throat of the handsome guy, who name you hadn't asked for or hadn't heard when he had been attempting to chat you up. He'd whispered something about pining you down in the back of his car and giving you a ride. 

Your cunt already dripping wet, not at the thought of getting fucked by this hot guy (that was a bonus) but at the sight of Rafe all red faced with those veins on his forehead slightly bulging due to the fact that he was furious that you were being satisfied by another man. Slipping effortlessly from the stool you had been sat at, the alcohol you had been consuming, a little too quickly, washing over your being and giving you that last bit of confidence to really piss Rafe off. 

Hands pulling you towards the exit of the dimly lit bar, your head turning once more to look at Rafe, whose interest had finally peaked, his eyes glaring over at you in disgust. You flash him a petty smile before leaving, door slamming behind you. That was his cue to take little miss desperate to the bathroom and fuck his anger away. 

Led there in the back of this random guys car, seemingly unsatisfied. It was over before it began, pretty boy all putty in your hands, or pussy. Cum dripping down your thigh as you sat up to pull your lacy red thong up, the one Rafe loved so much. You were kinda hoping it'd been his seed filling you up. 

"We should do this again sometime", he whispered in your ear, a little too close for comfort now you had what you wanted from him. You didn't respond, just a small 'hmm' escaping your wet lips. His phone shoved into your hands, clearly wanting your number. He wasn't getting it. And so you typed your name into the contacts app followed by a phone number, it wasn't yours. It was Rafe's. 

You knew that would stir up a storm but you didn't care, you found it hilarious. The thought of Rafe receiving a text from some random number asking if he wanted to come over and fuck. The reaction would be priceless. For about 2 seconds, before he was all up in your face shouting and screaming, smashing his phone against the floor in a hissy. 

And with that, you slid out of the door of this random guys car, blowing him a kiss and winking. "Text me sometime" you joked, you loved watching these desperate men fall at your feet, it was too easy. Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable at the post sex sticky feeling between your legs, you decided it was best you left, went back home and slept away your drunken state. 

As tempting as it was to stride back into the bar, drag that little bitch off your man and demand he give you a real fuck so you didn't have find it else where; a rare rational thought crossed your mind that making a scene was not the best coping mechanism. You could deal with it another day, when you were sober. 

But you loved to make a scene, get Rafe all riled up. Only because you know he'd fuck that bratty attitude out of you, even if it was only until you rode out your high then you'd be back to your usual spiteful self. And when your eyes landed on his shiny Range Rover sat all pretty and pristine, an evil smirk crossed your face.

It wasn't like you were doing something so unforgivable, he'd done the same to your car a couple months prior. Slashed your tires so you couldn't leave in the mist of an argument, shouting something about 'facing the consequences of your actions'. Days later you had 4 fresh new tires, curtsy of his truly. 

And if he hadn't replaced them your dad would have anyway. It was no secret that just like Rafe you were a spoilt little brat, receiving anything and everything from your wealthy parents. Their only child, meant you were a pamper princess, they didn't help feeding into your delusions. They were wrapped around your fingers.  

You were doing he a favour really, he shouldn't drive in his state even though he usually would. So you took the pocket knife which was tucked away in your purse, a gift from Rafe that was 'for your own safety', ironic really using it to slide a long, deep scratch into the side of the black car. Slashing a hole in all four of his tires. Contemplating smashing the glass or the headlights, but that could wait till a later date. Maybe you'd use his own golf clubs to do that.

You left the pocket knife neatly sat on the hood of the car, just to make it extremely clear it was you who had ruined his prized possession. Not that anyone else would dare do such a thing to Rafe Cameron, but you would because it didn't matter what you did he'd always come crawling back to and vice versa.

One last look at the mess you'd caused before swiftly leaving the scene of the crime. Ruining him always left you with adrenaline coursing through your blood, maybe it was the feeling of excitement and anticipation you felt wondering what would happen next. How he'd react. More times than non it was anger.

By the time you had showered off the regret of hooking up with another random stranger and led down on your bed, the room still slightly spinning, your phone which you had thrown onto the floor earlier, flickering on 1% had hundreds of missed and texts from Rafe. You didn't bother to call him back just shooting him a quick text watching the blue bar slowly deliver the message before the battery gave in and the entire screen went black.

You; maybe next time you'll think before you cheat :/