Okay But... JJ Teaching His Girl Shit About Cars On The Twinkie, And Then He Ends Up Fucking Her Against

No Movement

REQUEST | reader being into cock warming and JJ having issues to not starting to fuck her because he has so little control over himself when he's inside her, and she wants to try and low-key train him to hold out longer before giving into his urges

PAIRING | jj maybank x fem!reader

WARNINGS | 18+ only MDNI! smut, no plot, cockwarming, p in v, kind of sub!jj, praise, light choking, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N | thank you for requesting! 💕

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"Jay, you gotta stop moving, that's the whole point of this." you sighed softly when he had to readjust again to be more comfortable like he said 3 times already, his cock is buried deep inside of you for the last 20 minutes.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm trying- but it's not easy when you're squeezing the hell outta me," he grunted, relaxing a little the second he felt your hands going through his hair.

And he really was trying, you have to give him credit for that. JJ wasn't usually someone to hold back, especially in bed. So when he fucks you, he's showing no mercy.

That's why it's so hard for him to keep still right now, being able to touch you yet not allowed to move even just a little is torture for him, but he's doing this for you. He understands that you just want to savor having him so close and all to yourself.

"I'm proud of you, Baby. Doin' so good for me." you praised him, leaning forward to peck his lips causing him to groan from the small movement. "Think you can hold on a little longer?"

He lets out a shaky breath but nods his head anyway. You tried to distract him by scratching his scalp or running your fingernails up and down his heaving chest.

The noises he made and the way his eyebrows pinch together in focus to not lose control and disappoint you, had you almost giving in to his desires, but feeling in charge for once is something you never knew you needed.

JJ's at your mercy now and you knew he would do anything in this moment just to get some kind of release.

"Please I-" He chokes on his own words, his hands gripping onto your hips desperately.

"What do you need, hm?" you teased by rolling your hips one time.

"Fuck- move, please. I can't-" You cut him off by crashing your lips to his, moaning against his mouth when his hand reached up to cup one of your breasts a single finger flicking over your hardening nipple.

You only pulled back from the lack of oxygen, smiling at how dazed JJ already was. You surprised him by starting to rock your hips slowly, throwing your head back.

Suddenly you felt his arm wrap behind your back and before you knew it your back was pressed against the mattress, wrists held up above your head, and JJ pounding into you at a punishing pace, letting out all the built-up frustration.

"Shit- just like that," you whined, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even closer.

"Would you look at that." he chuckled, not slowing his movements in the slightest. "Teasing me this whole time and who's whining now?"

He was holding your wrists in one hand while the other moved down to wrap around your neck, applying some pressure, not enough to choke you but enough to have your eyes roll in the back of your head.

"I'm close." you whimpered, feeling his hips stutter slightly.

"Cum with me." he pants, letting go of your wrists to rub fast circles on your clit.

All the stimulation he was giving you was overwhelming and the coil in your stomach finally snapped. JJ followed soon after, nuzzling his face in your neck, moaning as he did so.

He fucked you both through your high, pulling back to look at you. "You good?"

"Fucking amazing" you smiled, breathing heavily.

He chuckled, starting to pull out of you slowly and you whined at the loss of contact. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here, not goin' anywhere."

He laid down beside you, pulling you on top of him carefully, planting a gentle kiss against your forehead.

JJ would never admit it out loud but this was one of the best things you two have ever done. The way you were in charge was one of the reasons, as dumb as it sounds, that it was so hard for him to not fuck you stupid.

You just laid there while he traced random patterns on your back for a while until you let your eyes flutter close, knowing JJ would drag you to the shower the second you open them again.

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Donations

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Thigh Riding

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Isaac x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Isaac, Y/N

Description: Isaac is feeling a little mischievous and doesn’t let Y/N get what they want.  

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♠️ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 — CARL GALLAGHER

Experienced!Gentle!Carl x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, squirting, gentle sex, unprotected sex, talking through orgasm, slight overstimulation, creampie. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Carl comes over to your new apartment on the west side because you don’t want to spend the night alone. But things take a sexual turn after you ask him something.

Word Count: 3,191

Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!

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“My turn.” You say with a smug grin.

The two of you were sprawled out on your bed in your new apartment on the west side. Carl came over to keep you company since you had just moved in and had convinced yourself that the trees at night looked like burglars. He teased you for this but didn’t mind being of assistance.

It was a little past midnight, the moon and stars twinkled in the dark night, shining a dim light through the cracks of the blinds. Neither one of you could sleep and finally decided to play a card game to help pass by the time.

The two of you had half the deck of cards and you would both pull a card from the top and flip it over quickly, not knowing what card you’ve dealt. Whoever had the higher number got to ask the other person for something. Whether it was a favor, a dare, or just an embarrassing questions. You hadn’t really bothered to set up any strict regulations so everything was on the table.

Carl rolled his eyes yet again for what seemed like the fifth time tonight. He was convinced that you purposely shuffled the cards like this so you could ask all the questions.

“Go ahead. I’m an open book, anyway.” Carl huffed out, his eyes piercing yours.

“Okay..” you say, adjusting your weight in bed. Your eyes scattering across the room as you thought of what to say. But you had been playing for the past hour and were basically out of questions.

Except for one that kept rattling in your mind. But you refused to ask him that. You have no idea how he’d react and how the conversation would shift afterward. You didn’t want to fuck up the good friendship the two of you had going on.

“What is it, y/n? Spit it out, I can see you wanna ask me something.” Carl retorted, flicking his fingers through his smaller deck of cards.

“No, I can’t ask you that.” You try to chuckle off the embarrassment but your flushed cheeks have it away. “I’m trying to think of something else.”

“Well, clearly you can’t. There’s nothing you can ask me that I won’t answer, so just say what’s on your mind.” He says, his voice low and raspy. Sending shivers down your spine.

You waited a moment for your body to calm its nerves before finally mustering up the courage to ask, “Have you ever..?”

Carl, of course, being the idiot he is, genuinely does not know what you’re referring to as you move your hands in every which way, as if they were going to speak for your lack of words.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He asks, his brows furrowing. He watched in pure confusion as you truly struggled to find the right words for him.

Finally you sighed and blatantly asked him, “Are you a virgin?”

He paused for a bit, probably just taken aback by your sudden curiosity. But when he didn’t speak it felt like your heart was skipping a beat, just waiting anxiously for his answer.

“I’m not, no.” Carl replied. His gaze ran along your curves for a split second and went back up to your eyes. “What about you?”

Knowing that’s not how the game works you decided to give him an answer anyway, his voice was nearly intoxicating. You just wanted to do anything he said with a voice like that.

“I am.” You say, but then furrowing your brows, and taking back your reply, “Well, sort of.”

“Sort of?” Carl asked, shifting his weight in the bed. Sitting up straight and talk to get a better view of you. “Either you had sex or not.” He chuckled.

“I guess, technically, I am. But I’ve had a boyfriend in the past and I was never comfortable going all out with him but we had done other stuff.” You explain.

He gives you a nod, processing what you said. He really tried to hold his tongue but his curiosity got the better of him.

“What other stuff have you done?” He asks, grabbing your deck of cards from your hands and combining it with his. Completely forgetting the silly card game that started all of this.

He watched as you struggled with your words and fiddled around with your fingers anxiously.

Shit. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. You probably thought he was being an asshole right about now. He immediately switched off all the lewd thoughts of you in his head. The thought of you squirming under his touch at all the unfamiliar feelings of immense pleasure that he desired to give you.

“Y/n, you don’t have to answer that. Just ignore I said any-“ he began to mutter out until his lips were met with yours.

For a half virgin you sure were bold. The plushness of your plump lips contrasted against his slightly chapped ones. The kiss started out gentle and sweet and quickly switched to something more hungry and lustful.

A strong arm snaked behind you, gripping the small of your back and gently guiding you to lay down against the soft mattress. Your dainty hands cupped both of his cheeks, drawing him closer into the heated kiss.

He was now on top of you, his body heat making your heartbeat increase and the subtle scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. All of him was purely alluring and you craved so much more. Even if he was your best friend. You couldn’t think of anybody else that you’d want your first time with other than him.

His hands wrapped around your waist, giving the most gentle squeeze as his knee probed against your core. Shamelessly grinding against you, desperate to get just the smallest amount of friction.

But you were a virgin. He didn’t want to rush this.

He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“Are you okay with all this?” He huffs out.

“Yes.” You mumbled, poking out your bottom lip. “I want to do this with you.”

It took every fiber in his being not to pounce on you and have his way with you right there and then when those words fell from your mouth. But he knew better than that, he was willing to control his urges to satisfy your needs.

“Okay. Tell me if you want to stop and I will.” He replies, his voice soft and low, sending vibrations all throughout your needy body. Having him on top of you like this was felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You could only imagine how you’d be when his dick pressed its way inside you, filling up your walls.

You sighed at the mere thought. Your lustful gaze never left his hands as his fingers danced around the hem of your shirt. He looked up at you, his eyes taunting you with want.

You nodded, giving him nonverbal permission to remove your top. He slowly pushed it up and pull it over your head.

“This too?” He purrs, his warm breath brushing gently against your soft skin. His fingers hooking around the waistband of your pants, eager to get these off and on the floor too.

“Yeah.” You mumbled. Watching his lips curl up into a smug grin as he pulled your pants down below your waist and tossing them onto the floor.

You were left in nothing but your bra and panties now. You shuddered underneath all his soft touches and gentle kisses he pampered your body with.

Strong hands snaked behind you, struggling at first to unhook your bra. Finally when he was successful he quickly discarded it, just itching to get to your tits.

Needy whines escaped past your lips, watching him squeeze your breasts together and fondle them gentle in his large hands. The softness of your mounds contrasted against his rough hands.

Your hands flatten against his shoulders, clenching onto the soft fabric of his shirt as he took your nipple into his mouth, sinking down as if trying to fit the whole thing in his mouth.

“Oh!” You whimpered as you uncontrollably squirmed under his tongue. Of course, you’ve experienced this before but it was so long ago. You forgot how amazing this felt.

“Carl..” You whine, desperately grinding your core against him. You entire body rocking back and forth from the mattress and up towards his body.

He bummed against your skin, never breaking contact with your tits. His warm, moist tongue swirled effortlessly around the sensitive bud as his other hand gave the other a gentle squeeze.

After a few more moments, Carl unlatches from you and rewards your body with warm sloppy kisses that trickled from your breasts down to your belly. Each kiss felt as if butterflies were swarming all around you and you were floating, just overcome with pleasure.

He groaned against the plush of your skin before muffling out, “So fucking perfect, y/n. I gotta be the luckiest man right now, hm.”

His hands wrapped gently around the outside of your thighs, caressing them slowly as he sat up straight supporting himself on his knees.

His flushed cheeks and hooded gaze fell onto you. Mentally taking thousands of pictures of you so that he could remember this lewd sight of you forever.

He crossed his arms and pulled at the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it over his head. Your heart fluttered in your chest watching your best friend strip right in front you.

He prodded at his joggers, eager to get those off. He left his briefs on but you could see his very obvious hard on pressing it’s way through the thin fabric. Tingles traveled through your core and throughout your stomach, just pure butterflies of excitement to get this experience from no other than Carl Gallagher.

Warm hands flattened against your knees, slowly spreading your legs for him. Two fingers slithered down and met your clothed pussy. Your cute little whines were music to his ears as he watched you grind against his hand.

“So needy, hm?” Carl whispered. “Are you ready for to make your pussy feel good? I’ma have you whimpering and crying all night.”

You shuddered over his lewd choice of words. Your hands slide down and yanked at the waist and of your panties, desperate to get them off.

“Already a step ahead, huh?” He smirked, giving you a helping hand. “So eager for my tongue, I see.”

He beamed with pure amusement as he slid your panties down past the plush of your thighs and tossing them aside. You were completely nude for me, his body ached desperately for you but he pushed aside his pleasure and catered to yours. He was determined to make tonight all about you.

His warm hands flattened against your thighs, pushing your legs farther apart more firmly this time. As if to keep them there and don’t even dare to move.

He lowered himself to where his mouth aligned up with your cunt. It practically begged to be touched, your juices slipping out of your needy little slit, ready to drench the sheets.

One hand remained on your thigh but the other rested at lower stomach, his thumb pressing up against your puffy clit. A series of choked out moans spewed out from you as he began to rub tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Such a pretty pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up with my cum.” He grunted, inhaling the alluring scent you put out for him. “Is that what you want? For me to fill you up to the brim, watching it pour out of you when I’m all finished?”

His words were ringing in your head, they were all so much to process. Your hands flew up to your face, hiding your flustered face before giving him a quick nod of embarrassment.

“No need to get shy now, y/n.” He cooed. “We’re only getting started.”

Without hesitation he moved away his thumb from your aching clit and flattened his tongue against your pussy. The moist muscle licking a stripe from your dripping slit up to your throbbing clit.

“Carl! Holy shit.” You cried out, your body curling up towards his. Your fingers ran through his soft locks as he swirled his tongue against your core. Shamelessly licking and sucking you, simply devouring your needy cunt.

Your hands harshly squeezed around both side of his head, desperately pushing his tongue deeper into your heat. He groaned against your soft skin, sending vibrations all through out. He didn’t mind your sudden roughness, in fact it only turned him on even more than he already was. His neglected cock twitched in his briefs from all the moans and whines you let fall from your lips.

He loved the way he was able to make your body move in ways they haven’t before. He loved that he was the first one to ever make you feel this way. To have you overcome with nothing but pure pleasure.

You legs trembled around him, trying desperately to keep them apart for him but you couldn’t help but clamp them around his head as you felt a familiar pool of warmth build up in the pit of your belly.

“Keep going, please.” You mewl, the grip on his hair getting tighter as he continued the same rhythm against your clit. “So close!”

Shortly after your warning, Carl grunted against as your core feeling your juices flood his mouth. A strangled cry came out of you as you rode out your very deserved orgasm.

He swallowed each and every bit of you juices before lifted up and wiping it from his lips and chin. Giving you that notorious grin of his.

“Bet you never had it like that, huh?” He says, his voice low and raspy.

You sigh out in relief, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. You shake your head no, “Never. Not like that at least.”

Your pussy fluttered watching him hook his fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Swiftly pull them down and watching his flushed cock spring out, eager to slip inside the tight hole of yours. Ready to bring you orgasm yet again.

He grabbed onto yours thighs and pushed them back, putting your messy pussy on display for him. He beamed with amusement seeing how fucking drenched you were for him. He couldn’t wait to explore your wetness.

He slapped his heavy cock against your clit, your pussy squelched with each movement he made. Rubbing his member along your slick folds, teasing the both of you.

“Are you still positive you’re ready for this?” He huffed out, “We don’t have to keep going if-“

“I’m ready, Carl. I really need you inside me, please.” You cut him off, begging him with needy eyes and pouty lips.

Who was he to deny that? He gave you nod and pressed his dick lowering, searching for your entrance.

He grunted, his nostrils flaring as you let out a shaky exhale as he sank down into your warm cunt. You cried out for him, feeling his member gently press its inside of you.

Your nails dug into his arms, feeling each inch of him slowly make its way inside. Each movement was careful and his eyes never left your face, examining each and every change in your expression. Even if it was slight. He would immediately stop if he suspected that you were in pain.

But you took him so well. You didn’t put up a fuss as he pushed himself all the way inside.

“Fuck, y/n.” Carl sighed, his eyes rolling back into his head. He had no idea how he was going to last from the way your soft, moist walls clenched around his member. You whined feeling him twitch inside you. “You’re squeezing around me so tight.”

He stayed in that position, waiting for you approve his movement as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

He lowered himself, peppering soft kisses along your jaw and the nape of your neck. Brushing his lips against all your sweet spots he found earlier.

“You can move now.” You say, your voice soft and shaky.

He hesitated, pressing his forehead against yours. His lustful gaze never leaving your eyes as he watched every expression change in your sweet face while he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his dick inside your hot cunt.

He slowly increased the pace of his thrusts when he knew you could take it, but keeping each movement steady for him to be able to get you to finish first.

Being so sensitive from cumming earlier you were practically meeting underneath his touches. His sweet praises he whispered rang in your ears and the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust made your legs shudder and your hips buck up towards him.

“How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out for the first time, hm?” Carl hummed through shaky breaths.

Your pussy fluttered, your walls clamping down around his member; earning a low grunt from him.

“So good, Carl.” You choked out, through a series of strangled and muffled moans. “Fill me up, please. I’m gonna cum again.”

He pressed a warm kiss against your forehead, as if saying your very wish was his command.

Your tits bounced as he sped up his thrusts that grew sloppier by the second. He was close too, you could tell by how his cock throbbed inside you.

His groans and your cries filled each other’s ears as the sound of your bodies clapping against each other filled the room.

A devious grin spread across Carl’s face as a hand slithered down your body and his thumb circled around your clit again. You let out a strangled cry, feeling him press up against your aching clit. It was all too much.

“I know, I know. Cum for me, y/n.” He purred. “Squirt all over this dick. Show me how good I can make you feel.”

Shortly after his words of encouragement, your walls tightened around him. You cried out his name, completely unraveling underneath him. Your arousal coated the base of his cock and fingers.

“My turn.” He huffed out. His strong hands flattened against your thighs, pushing them back. You were so overstimulated but you didn’t even care, you cunt hugged around him as he continued to ram his member inside you.

Leaving you a ruined mess as you squirmed against the mattress, “Cum inside, please.” You choked out.

As if waiting on your command, his cock gushed out his hot load of cum. You whined loudly feeling the warmth of his load filling up your walls and slowly pouring out of you.

He fucked his cum back into you with a few sloppy thrusts before finally dragging out his fat cock from your ruined cunt.

“How was I for your first?” He huffed out, with a smirk.

“Perfect.” You say through a shaky sigh.

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reader & rafe at midsummers/cameron family event and getting in trouble for basically fucking right there bc rafe doesn’t care who sees😩😩😩

put on a show — rafe cameron x reader

☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, softish!bf!rafe, explicit unprotected sex, tit play, spanking, vouyerism, public sex, dirty talk — smut

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: they'd give it all up to spend a second in rafe's shoes, with you on their arm, but some wishes do more harm than good

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oh, to have it all. to have everything you've ever wanted and so much more. to throw money at any problem in your way, to rely on everyone but yourself in order to have what you want. big villas, expensive champagne, fresh seafood, fast cars, pretty women, and parents who never gave a shit about their kids. that was the life you had dreamed of, and the one you were currently living.

on the ocean course of kiawah island, you seemed like nothing but a dazzling accessory on rafe's arm—pure eye candy, all eyes on you, none of the attention on him. everybody was looking at you. midsummer events were made to live in the moment, to rid yourself of stress in order to feel the wind in your hair and the cool summer breeze on your aching tan lines. unfortunately, they were also made to show off by, not saying, but showing—my cars are faster than yours, my mansion is cleaner, my pockets are heavier, and with you standing with someone like rafe? it was only fair to assume you were just a trophy he could show off.

that wasn't the case. nobody had to know it, it was nobody's business but yours amd rafe's. you were well aware of the reputation your boyfriend had gained, the infamous status he had earned through the consequences of his own actions. you had been aware of it from the moment you met him, but you did something for rafe that no one else had done for him. something that had unintentionally broken down his stone cold walls of confinement he had spent his life building, revealing a treasured part of him that no one got to see, but you. you gave him a chance.

you were willing to take the risk. you were willing to sit through his anger issues, his fits of rage. you'd be lying if you said you haven't ended up in tears, sobbing on the cold floor after an argument, after he had gone off the rails once more, but you never gave up on him. he would leave you in an attempt to seek solace on his own, to calm down. each time he was on his way back, he had expected you to be long gone, but you never were. you would always be there, waiting for him with opens arms.

it softened his heart, knowing that someone was willing to put up with his issues. he couldn't put up with his issues, yet you found a way. you found a way past the misconceptions people had of him—past his jealousy, his need to control and manipulate, his fits of pure aggression that often led to threats and punches. you met him at his worst and stuck it out with him. he was still flawed, slightly more than your average kook, but nothing you couldn't handle.

the sun's radiant rays practically bounced off your skin, illuminating your eyes as you gazed up to look at your boyfriend. he was so fond of the sight of you, eyes soaking in admiration as a smile graced his lips. you were so magnetic to him, so stunning. it was a popular opinion amongst both kooks and pogues, but nobody would have you the way rafe did. “how are you feeling?” you murmured, voice gentle as you gestured toward john b's group yards away from the two of you. rafe was tense, you could feel it even as you held his hand, but he shook his head. “it's not worth it.”

he had all the time in the world to go after the pogues, all he wanted to do right then and there, was to spend some time with you. nothing more nor less to it. although, during every event, there always came a pivotal point where rafe's feelings would get the best of him. he would try his best to stay strong, to refrain from causing anybody harm, but sometimes? he had to do this his way, just to make his point. this was one of those times.

“hot for an ex-pogue, that's what i think,” one voice from behind commented. the unfamiliar face was accompanied by two more unfamiliar faces, who also chimed in. “nah, rafe can't handle allat. she's a knockout.” you were a knockout, that was a common fact. rafe was no longer looking at you; his eyes were glued primarily on the group of guys sitting in the background, his blood boiling as he listened to their shared snickers and comments. you desperately called for his attention.

“rafey, come on,” you held onto his hand, tugging at it ever so gently as you frowned, face drenched in worry. if you weren't able to stop him, who knows what would happen? he was capable of just about anything. “don't do anything to them, it isn't worth it.” for a split second, he glanced back at you, face softening the second he saw how worried you really were.

truth be told, in that moment, rafe felt as if he was the most intelligent kook to ever live. every thought about how long he could beat those guys without security coming, and how fun it would be to peel back their nails for every apology they uttered, went right out the window. you were right, they weren't worth it. not in front of everyone, at least. you were worth it. you were the grand prize men spent drooling over the minute you showed up—the same one women spent sneering at. ever since you had gotten together, it had been nothing but the same condescending comments. it pained him as much as it angered him, knowing everyone wanted what was his.

“you're right,” he replied dryly, and you swore his eyes darkened. it was his turn to hold your hand, pulling gently as he turned on his heel. “come with me, princess.”

more confused than worried, you did as you were told, following his tracks as he pushed past all the eager hands and widening eyes glued to you, his grip tightening with every step. he led you down the halls and helped you down the stairs. as the crowd's laughter died down, you neared a secluded room down the hall. you couldn't figure out what it was, for whom it was, but you didn't bother to question rafe as he forced the door open, ushering you inside.

despite the closed door, there was a wide and tall array of windows—more windows than walls themselves, actually. rafe noticed this, muttering a quiet “fuck,” under his breath before leaning against one of the windows. you frowned, walking towards him as you watched everyone outside, analyzing the tiny selections of unaware bystanders. “rafey, what's wrong?” you whispered, the back of your hand caressing his cheek. “can't stand it anymore, (y/n),” he shook his head. “can't stand the way they all leer at you.”

his jealousy had been an ongoing, consistent problem for him all throughout his life. as a kid, he was jealous of the other kids with better shoes. as a teenager, he was jealous of the ones with loving fathers. during his young adult years, all he's been jealous of was the way people stared with watchful eyes, praying that someday you could be theirs instead of his.

“no one else will ever have me,” you assured him, stroking his hair as he gazed up at you. “not the way you have me. not now, not ever. i can promise you that much.”

he loved knowing, despite it all, that you were his. you were his, despite the stares. despite the ongoing, blood-boiling comments. despite the praises and the compliments and the sheer amount of people submitting to you every day, just for an ounce of attention, you were still his. he couldn't make anyone accept it, but he could definitely make them wish they were dead.

“rafey,” you didn't have time to finish, not a second longer. he stood up, hands cupping your jaw as he pressed a kiss to your lips. your eyes fluttered, as if a common reflex, as you kissed him back just as sweetly. the kiss deepened, your mouths melting together as you stepped back, looking for leverage before your back hit the wall. his hands slid up your waist, right up your back as he pushed your arms up against the wall, kiss never coming to a halt.

the air was hot as you moaned quietly against his mouth, put in your place and unable to fight against his grip. he held your arms down with one arm, using the free one to explore every crevice of your body. he traced every curve, hands calloused, cold and rough against the bare, warm skin under your dress. “so perfect for me,” he gasped out, inches away from your mouth as he savored the drool from your lips. he couldn't control himself, rough palm squeezing your barely-clothed tits, thumbing each nipple as he tsked. “almost like you want everyone to stare, yeah?”

you moaned at the sensation, at a complete loss of words. he brought his knee up, sticking it in between your legs. a gasp left your mouth at the feeling of his rough knee, decorated by his dress pants, against your lacy underwear. you couldn't help but rut your hips against his knee, bottom lip tucked between your teeth and mouth open as you chased a friction of any kind. your boyfriend retracted his knee, a smirk playing on his lips as a whine of protest left his lips. “rafey, no—”

“why don't you answer my question first, yeah?” you frowned, eyes glossy as you stared at him. “don't want anyone else to watch, rafey. just you.”

he seemed pleased with your answer, hitching your dress up, the sight of your soaked lacy pink panties causing the strain in his pants to tighten. “i'm so glad to hear that, baby,” he cooed. before you could even smile, you were flipped toward the windows, hands pressed against the glass. “unfortunately, that won't be the case tonight.”

you couldn't even struggle with the position you were in, eyes widening as you realized what he was planning. “you aren't serious, are you?” all you earned at first was a dry laugh in return, but the sound of his pants dropping was enough for you. you caught the sight of him in the mirror, his collared shirt hanging just above his hips, v-line toned and his cock erect in his grey boxers. you swallowed at the sight, failing to catch his smirk. “there a problem, sweetheart?”

his rough hands traced your bare ass, fingers desperately pulling down your panties as he groaned quietly, watching you spread out and bent over for him. a string of slick connected your bare cunt and panties as he slid them down your thighs, and that was enough for him. he slid his own boxers down, sighing as the cool air hit his flushed, painfully hard dick. he brought his palm down against the flesh of your ass, a yelp leaving your mouth as the sting spread across your skin. he couldn't help but laugh.

“careful with those noises, princess,” he nodded toward the window. the one with a picture-perfect view of the inside catastrophe that was unfolding. all it took was for one person to turn around, and a nightmare would come true. “or, don't. let them see and hear how good i fuck you.”

that should have been your warning, because you had absolutely no time to react. not with him pushing into you, his tip squeezing between your tight, wet walls. you gasped, the foreign size intruding sending you into pre-oblivion. “shit, fuck, rafe, 's too big,” you barely croaked out. he groaned loudly, the feeling of your pussy sucking him in raw ready to send him over the edge. he watched the people outside, waiting for someone to finally turn around and get a load of the sight he had especially prepared for them. he wanted them to see past their delusions, realize who you belonged to.

“pussy suckin' me in too good,” he grunted, hands gripping the sweet flesh of your ass as he slowly began to drill your sopping cunt. you moaned at the sudden change, taking in every vein and every inch that fucked into your cervix. “drippin' all over my cock, baby.” his words made you whine, back arching as he watched your cunt engulf his cock whole.

he stared at you wherever he got the chance. his eyes watched the way your back curved for him, the way your ass rippled with every thrust that came your way, the way he'd just look straight and watch your tits jump with every second he spent plowing your cunt. he watched the way your mouth hung open, a string of moans passing your glossy lips. “never gonna get fucked this good,” he growled, and it was a promise. he grabbed a fist full of your hair, twisting and pulling your head back as he leaned in, pressing his lips against your ear. you moaned at the way your scalp tingled, the way he went even deeper, the sound of your pussy squelching accompanying your moans. “let'm know who fucks you this good, princess.”

he didn't have to tell you twice. it was all too overwhelming, anyway. the way he bit your earlobe while pounding your sweet, abused pussy, hitting your sweet spot while his free hand toyed with your tits, twisting and flicking the nipples beforw dropping to your clit, giving generous rubs to your slick, sweet bundle of nerves. “rafe, please, i'm gonna cum,” you moaned, and all he could do was continue, rubbing faster and harder as he continued to pound into you, balls tightening as your cunt gave his dick a sweet, hard squeeze.

he grunted, and looked up and through the window. he watched carefully, eyes scanning the lawn before stopping once the gaze had been returned. he stopped, a devious smirk playing on his face the minute he realized who was staring. the guy from earlier, the one who was so eager to get any kind of reaction from you. he stood there, alongside one of his friends, jaw hanging and eyes wide in pure shock. he gestured with his eyes toward your face, making sure he watched the way your face scrunched up in pure pleasure as he continued to fuck your pussy open. he made sure all of it was seen.

“right behind you, princess.”

heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))

Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.

I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.

“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.

“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.

“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.

“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.

“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”

thinking of JJ teaching you how to kiss 🥺 starting off with little pecks that slowly drag into short kisses. you try hard to follow his lead, but your inexperience is so painfully obvious 😖

this drabble has been turned into a fic 😋 here’s the masterlist: what friends are for

allow me to set the scene: it’s movie night at the chateau, beers and snacks litter the floor, everyone is tucked under blankets as the opening credits flicker on the television screen.

as the marathon went on, JJ couldn’t help but notice that you’d look away during the sex scenes. as your best friend, he knew you weren’t the most experienced, but kissing? “You’ve never been kissed?”

You cover your face, embarrassment flooding in. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

“I’m not—I’m not teasing.” His smile says different. He easily pulls your hands away from your face, “it’s just not what I was expecting.”

“I know, I know. You probably find it so funny.” You huff and roll your eyes, “laugh all you want, jerk.”

And like you expected, he does but quickly apologizes. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, maybe it’s a little funny. But not in a bad way! It’s actually cute.”

Cute?

“It’s adorable.” He coos, pinching your cheek, “itty bitty baby hasn’t had her first kiss… not even with that poster in your bedroom?”

ooohh and when he kisses you: it’s so sweet, so tender. he tastes like beer and a bit of weed, and his lips are softer than they look. he’s slow and steady, pressing his forehead against yours while you take a break.

“You can breathe while we kiss.” He chuckles, nudging your nose with his, “don’t want you passing out on me, sunshine.”

One of his hands slip behind your neck and the other falls to your thigh, warm and gentle. “Do you want to stop?”

You glance at your friends, still passed out on the floor and other couches, the movie playing dully in the background. “No?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“No.” You repeat, firmer this time. “I don’t want to stop. Pl-Please don’t stop.”

How could JJ deny you? Especially when you ask so dreamily with that glazed look in your eyes. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and touch you all over, and make you into a pretty mess. So he connects your lips again, taking the lead and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

The unmistakable wet noises make you a little tingly 😖 along with him tilting your head to kiss you deeper. “You can touch me too,” he murmurs, bringing your hand to the back of his neck, your fingers automatically curl in his blond hair and draw a low groan from his throat.

That’s when you go completely dumb, totally thoughtless, all concerns flying out of your mind and joining the blue birds above your heads.

JJ pulls away, voice raspy, “you keep forgetting to breathe, baby.”

“I’m sorry,” you exhale heavily, heart fluttering in your chest. “I’m not good at this yet.”

His lips trail to your jaw, the movie long forgotten, “It’s okay, we have lots of time to practice.”

I just know he’d offer to teach you other things too, all in the realm of pleasure and intimacy 😌

some over the clothes touching, getting hot and heavy in your bedroom after he sneaked in through the window:

“You gotta keep quiet, baby,” he coos, rubbing your swollen clit through your panties, your juices soaking the poor cotton, “I know it feels good, feels real nice when I play with your pretty pussy, huh?” He can only imagine how you’d taste, “Are you paying attention? You’re gonna have to show me what you learnt after we’re done.”

— summary: stuck at the chateau with jj— who hates you— during a hurricane turns into a night you definitely didn’t expect.

— pairing: jj maybank x kook princess!reader

— warnings: smut! 18+ hate sex!! dub con, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking, some language, jj is a so mean in this. i think that’s all.

↠ note— i literally found this in my notes from back in June lmao. thought i’d finish it and post it.

❥ the storm— j.m

“i’m not afraid, sare! i just don’t necessarily like storms. i don’t understand why you and john b. couldn’t stay here tonight”

a sigh leaves your lips, fingertips pushing the thin curtains of the room you’re in to the side as you watched the rain pour down, the trees roughly swayed from the strong winds as booms of thunder and cracks of lightning fill your ears.

sarah chuckles. “y/n/n you’re going to be fine! besides jj is there too, why don’t you go hang out with him? the storm should be passed by morning”

you groan, letting the curtains fall from your fingers. quickly turning your body, you make your way toward the bed, tossing yourself back onto the mattress as you roll your eyes.

you’d gladly hang out with jj, but he hated you. you never understood why, but he always acted like he would rather be anywhere else when you were around.

“jj hates me, sare. you know that”

the sound of john b’s voice and sarah’s giggles fill your ears, making you roll your eyes again.

“he doesn’t hate you! he just doesn’t like kooks, so he’s taking his time on warming up to us”

boom!

a loud rumble of thunder causes you to slightly jump. you completely throw the fact that jj hates you out the window and jump up from the bed, slowly making your way toward the door. “okay sare, i’m going to find jj, y’all have a good night”

sarah says her goodbyes and you hang up the phone. you slowly pull open the bedroom door, slipping out of the room in search of jj.

you make your way down the small hallway and into the living room, finding a shirtless jj standing at the screen door of the house as he watched the storm roll in.

you find yourself staring at him longer than you probably should, but you couldn’t help yourself. you had thought jj was attractive from the moment you first laid eyes on him, and how couldn’t you? he was beautifully tanned and toned, his back muscles contracting with every move he made, his messy blond hair framed his face perfectly, his perfect plump, pink lips, and his eyes. his bright, ocean blue eyes could make any girl melt.

but you would never openly admit any of that.

“hey j, can’t sleep either?”

your voice startles him, making him jump and turn to face you. his face quickly turns into a look of annoyance when he sees it’s you, not like he could see anyone else, you’re the only two here.

he turns back toward the door, his focus back on the storm outside. “what do you want?”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair and sitting on the old couch.

“i just couldn’t sleep, it’s really coming down out there huh?”

jj groans, resting his head against the screen door before he pulls back and turns to face you. “are you really trying to make small talk with me right now? you and i don’t get along, so let’s not pretend we do”

you scoff, turning yourself on the couch and sitting on your knees to face jj fully. “you don’t like me, i try to be nice, but you make it so goddamn hard when you act like you can’t stand me!”

jj opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it when a loud rumble of thunder shakes the small house. you jump slightly at the sound, your eyes going wide as you frantically look around the small house, cursing yourself for coming here in the first place and getting stuck overnight with jj fucking maybank.

jj notices your tense demeanor, snorting out a laugh as he smirks in amusement. “you’re seriously scared of a hurricane? haven’t you like lived here your entire life?” he pauses, snapping his fingers in mock realization as he laughs darkly. “oh wait, that’s right. kook princess is used to her generators and big fancy house on figure eight, never been stuck in a small house on the cut during one of these i assume?”

you sigh exasperatedly. “why are you such a dick, jj? what the fuck have i ever done to you?”

“i just don’t fucking like you”

you groan, pulling yourself from the couch and making your way into the kitchen. you pull the fridge open harshly, grabbing a beer and popping it open. you bring the rim to your lips, taking a long sip from it before harshly sitting it on the counter. “well good to know. i don’t fucking like you either, you’re a complete asshole who thinks he’s some hot shot because he’s attractive, but newsflash, you’re not special jj”

jj’s head whips in your direction, his eyes narrowed toward you. he takes a few long strides toward you, making your breathing accelerate the closer he got. your bodies were so close together you could feel his breath fanning over your face, and you were sure he could hear your heart rapidly beating in your chest. you swallow thickly, straightening yourself and locking your eyes with his.

you gasp loudly, your hand hitting the counter and knocking your beer bottle onto the floor when he wraps his large hand around your throat, squeezing so tightly your vision began to instantly blur from the tears forming in your eyes.

“and you’re a fucking kook princess who thinks the world revolves around her. you think everyone has to fucking like you, but newsflash. you ain’t special either, princess”

you begin clawing at his hand, trying to pry him off of you, but he was much stronger than you. you whimper as he squeezes tighter, his fingers surely bruising the skin of your neck, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle under his hold. you tried to get words out, wanting to beg him to let you go, but you couldn’t breathe, much less talk, due to the grip he had on you.

“what was that princess? i didn’t quite catch that”

you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand, leaving half crescent shapes in the skin. you use your free hand to continue pushing at his chest, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you felt your head becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

jj finally releases your throat, pushing you back into the fridge when he does. you begin gasping for air, trying to suck as much oxygen as you could back into your lungs. “what the fuck jj? are you fucking psychotic?”

you begin rubbing at your throat, trying to ease the sting from where his hands were. another gasp leaves your mouth when jj is in front of you again, bodies so close you could feel his bulge against your thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. he takes his hands and tightly grabs your arms, turning your bodies and pushing your back into the countertop, more pain shoots through you from the impact.

“you really need a fucking attitude adjustment, princess. and i think i know just how to fix it”

your breath hitches in your throat as jj inches his face closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. you’d be lying if you said the aggression that spewed from him wasn’t a turn on to you, the ache between your legs and arousal pooling into your panties an obvious indicator that you were in fact turned on.

“what- what’re you gonna do? hmm? i bet you don’t even know how to properly fuck a girl” you spit out, your noses brushing over one another as you keep your eyes locked on his.

this just made jj even angrier, he places his hands back around your throat, smashing his lips against yours roughly. you let out a strangled moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, using the grip on your throat to pull you further into him.

you melt into him for a moment, your lips moving fervently with his. it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, the feel of jj’s hard cock pressed firmly into your thigh making you wetter, needier. he releases your throat, running his hands up the sides of your face and digging his finger into your hair, tugging at it lightly.

your mind begins racing, your senses finally hitting you. you push jj off, slapping him across the face, his head whips to the side from the impact.

“i’m not sleeping with you, jj”

jj slowly turns his head toward you, bringing a hand up to rub at the spot you’d just slapped. “oh yeah? i’d bet you’ve soaked those pretty little panties of yours, why don’t we find out, hmm?”

you begin rapidly shaking your head, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you taste blood. you try to push past jj’s body, but he has you caged in, your back firmly pressed against the counter top. jj’s hands fly to the waistband of your sleep shorts, pushing a hand down and into your panties, his thick fingers running through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“what’d i say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

a small whimper escapes your lips when jj shoves his index finger into your soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on yours. you could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching you fall apart for him, he loved the control he had over you in the moment.

and as much as you wanted to push him off of you, tell him to go fuck himself, you were enjoying this too much.

“jj” you breathe out, chest heaving up and down.

he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into your cunt. he begins harshly thrusting them in and out of you, his palm firmly pressed against your clit.

you feel your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that no man has ever found.

“i-i’m gonna cum, jj. fuck, s’close!” you whine, grinding yourself against his hand, chasing your high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. you begin clenching around his fingers, your release threatening to burst out of you.

jj stops, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking them clean. “mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

you throw your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “jj what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

jj chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you moan against his lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

you pout. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, jj’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

jj tosses you onto the couch, a dark laugh falling from his mouth as he watches you stare back at him in frustration.

“take your clothes off, now”

you hesitantly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of jj for your liking.

jj sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of your naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

jj pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. your eyes go wide when you see his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about jj’s size, but seeing it for yourself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

jj leans forward, gripping at your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making you cock your head to the side in confusion.

“c’mon, lay across my lap”

you do as he says, laying your body across his lap. you weren’t sure what his plan was, but you were too turned on to care, whatever he had in store for you would be worth it.

slap!

you wince, the feel of jj’s hand landing harshly on your ass making you whimper. “what’re you-“ slap! jj’s hand lands another harsh slap against your ass, tears forming in your eyes from the pain left behind.

“just a little discipline, you need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude”

he lands another harsh slap to the other side of your ass, the burn you felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down your face.

jj begins rubbing at your ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. you sigh in relief when you think he’s finally done with the spanking, but your mind goes blank when you feel him land yet another rough smack.

he pulls you up, sitting you on the couch and wiping his thumb across your cheek. “stop fucking crying”

you sniffle, nodding your head and wiping your tears away from your face.

you watch as jj makes his way toward john b’s room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. you watch in awe as he slides his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.

“stop staring, princess. s’not nice” your eyes meet his, an amused smirk on his face when he sees the look of fear in your eyes. he strokes himself a few times before he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward you. “it’ll fit, don’t worry. and if it doesn’t, i’ll make it fit”

you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head as you watch him fall onto the couch. “come sit on my cock, want you to ride me”

you stand from your spot on the couch so quickly you trip over your own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into jj’s chest. you throw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. you begin grinding your hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“stop fucking teasing me, i don’t want to have to hurt you again, but i will”

you nod your head, reaching behind you and grasping his cock in your hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with your entrance. you push the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushes into you.

jj groans. “fuuuck”

you fully sink yourself onto him, a loud moan falling past your lips. you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you sit still, trying to adjust to his size.

jj grips your hips, sliding you up slowly before pushing you back down harshly. your breath hitches in your throat when the head of his cock hits your g-spot. “fuck, jj, fuck!”

he lands a slap to your ass, a whimper falling from your lips at the action. “move, now” jj demands, both his hands landing harsh slaps to your ass cheeks again.

you quickly do as he says, bouncing yourself up and down his length. the sounds of both your skin slapping together, soft whimpers and loud moans fill the room.

jj runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. “such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you”

you whimper, jj’s cock pushing into you so deep you could feel it in your stomach. the head of his cock continuously hits at your sweet spot, the band in your belly begins to tighten, your vision blurred with tears. “jj, i’m gonna cum- fuck! i’m gonna cum!”

you hear jj tsk, his hands making purchase on your hips again as he stops your movements. “you don’t fucking cum until i say you can, got it? brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want”

you whine, your hand slithering between the two of you, fingers finding your clit instantly. you begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive bud, trying to chase your orgasm despite jj’s telling you no.

jj’s hand grabs yours, pulling it from your clit and twisting your arm behind your back. “are you disobeying me, princess? i would recommend you not do that”

jj begins pounding his hips up into yours, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from your lips at his continued abuse to your cunt.

“such a tight fucking pussy. who knew the girl i fucking hate would feel so fucking good” jj groans, his voice low and raspy.

he begins placing sloppy kisses around your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, letting you know he was close to his orgasm. “j, can i please cum? please” you whine, tears flowing down your face from the pressure you felt between your thighs.

jj sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his dick stiffening as he bursts into the condom.

“fuckfuck, go on, cum. be a good slut and cum all over me”

his words were all it took to send you flying over the edge, your release bursting from you in body shaking euphoria.

“jj, shit, feels so fucking good jj” you cry out, his hips pounding into you a few more times before he goes limp beneath you.

you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to slow your breathing. jj slaps at your ass, making you lift your head as he lifts you from his lap, tossing you to the side.

jj chuckles, standing from the couch and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “thanks for that, i’m gonna sleep good now”

he opens the fridge, pulling out a beer and opening it. he takes a long sip as he makes his way back into the living room, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“we don’t talk about this, ever. got it? it was just.. hate sex? someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. this changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and i still hate you”

you sit on the couch, tears beginning to fill your eyes again as you stare at him in shock. you felt dirty, used, hurt. he just fucked you for fun? he still hated you? you were regretting your decision to sleep with him now, even though you never fully said you wanted to, you never said no, never stopped him.

jj laughs darkly at the expression on your face, taking another sip from his beer, his head shaking in amusement as he disappears down the hallway and into john b’s room.

you bring your knees up to your chest, letting silent, choked sobs escape your throat. jj fucking maybank. this changed everything, and now, you fucking hated him as much as he hated you.

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— warnings: titty fucking, strong language.

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❥ titty fucking w/ jj

“fuck, y/n, that feels so fucking good” jj rasps, his thick cock thrusting slowly between your smushed tits.

you squeeze your breasts together more, letting them squeeze jj’s cock tighter, the feeling of his thick, veiny member sliding through your tits causing your arousal to pool into your panties.

“cum all over my chest, j. need to feel your hot, sticky cum all over me”

jj thrusts faster, making it harder for you to keep your breasts squeezed together, your pussy aching to feel him inside you, but letting him enjoy this, something he’d been begging you to let him do for weeks now.

“i’m about to fucking cum, want my cum on your chest or in your pretty mouth?”

you bite harshly at your bottom lip, wanting him to paint your chest with his cum, but also craving the taste of him.

“mouth, need to taste you j.”

jj’s thrusts become sloppier, his dick beginning to twitch when he pulls himself from between your breasts.

he grips the back of your head, pulling you closer to his cock as he jerks himself off, your tongue splayed out for him to shoot his release onto it.

“fu-fuckkk” jj groans lowly as the hot, white ropes of cum spurt onto your tongue.

you catch every last drop, pulling your tongue back into your mouth once he’s finished and swallowing all of it.

you stick your tongue back out for him, proudly showing that you’d swallowed every last drop, leaning forward and placing a quick kiss to his lips.

he hums in satisfaction at the taste of himself on your tongue, pushing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs wide.

“that was so fucking hot, baby. but now it’s your turn, want to taste you on my tongue”

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He's Mine part 2

Summary: Bianca tries to get closer to JJ, but you're the only girl on his mind

Warnings: Bianca being weird, kissing, flirting, slight smut but not really, JJ is still very much obsessed with you

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"She did what?!" Kie yelled out of disbelief. You're all at the chateau now. You and JJ came a bit later when the sun was already setting. He did say he would take you home right after school.

"It was so awkward! She could not read the room!" You told the group.

"I would have to bleach my eyes if I saw you two make out" John B fake gags. "Ugh even the image of that is-" he acts like he's about to throw up. JJ grabs a pillow from the couch and throws it right at his friend's head.

"Shut the fuck up Bree!" JJ laughs when John B's hat flew off his head from the pillow.

"I do find it weird that she went to bother you guys after we told her you wanted privacy," Pope states. This caused you to furrow your eyebrows, "wait what?"

"Yeah," Pope starts, "she asked where JJ was and when we told her you two usually go to the tree to spend alone time-"

"fucking" John B fake coughs. JJ throws another pillow at him but he catches it this time.

"-we turned back to her and she was gone. I thought she went to the bathroom or something, not sneaking up on you two exchanging saliva." Pope also grimaces at the possible sight of what you two do behind the tree.

"So you're the reason why she interrupted us!" JJ points to Pope, getting up from his spot and marching over to him on the chair.

"Technically it was Kie!" Pope puts his hands up in surrender and points to Kie who's right next to him.

"I didn't think she would actually go to you! I mean who the fuck would want to go talk to someone who clearly wants to be alone? Especially with their girlfriend," Kie defends herself, pushing away JJ who tries to ruffle her hair.

"Because she likes JJ! Just like I said!" You said, annoyed that they haven't seen the clues from Saturday.

"I do kinda see it actually," Pope backs you up and you give him a relieved smile, happy that someone finally believes you.

"Something's off with her. I want you to stay away from her JJ." You were never one to tell him what to do, although he would do anything you asked, but that girl really made you uncomfortable. She knew you were with JJ and still went to talk to him.

JJ sits back down next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. "And I will love...after I help catch her up in class," he groans, throwing his head back against the couch. He's dreading the thought of having to spend time alone with any girl that isn't you, Kie, or Sarah. Mostly you though.

"Wait, she asked you, JJ, always sleeping in class, Maybank, to help catch her up in class?" Pope asks.

"Yeah," JJ sighs, running a hand over his face. "But who knows, maybe I could get extra credit out of this bullshit idea." He tried to find a positive outcome for this, knowing he would be miserable.

"God knows you need it," Pope mutters. JJ was too lazy to throw a pillow at his friend so he just flipped him off.

-

After class the next day, Bianca walked up to JJ's seat. He managed to snag a seat across the room from her, much to his relief.

"Hey JJ, do you think you could come over to my place and help catch me up later today?" She bats her eyelashes with a sweet smile. She was really trying to sell that sweet girl act to him. Too bad for her, JJ prefers spice.

"Actually, no. I have a date with Y/n." It wasn't an official date, more like hanging out as usual. He figured if he told her it was a date, it'd be a better excuse.

“Well, what about tomorrow?”

“I have work. We can go to the library during lunch today.” JJ figured it was best to get this over with as soon as possible. He had no interest in spending time with this girl outside of school.

Her smile drops, "oh, okay. Lunch it is then"

You sat at the table with the rest of the pogues. Your frown deepened as you rested your cheek on your fist. You missed JJ so much. You hated not seeing him during lunch, not kissing his perfect lips, or hearing his stupid jokes.

You tried not to groan when you read his text that he'd be in the library to help Bianca. You supposed it was better since the two of you could spend more time together after school. You assumed that having them in the library, around all the other students, would mean Bianca wouldn't make a move. You were wrong.

"So, where are you taking Y/n for your date?" Bianca asks JJ while he takes the only notebook he has out.

"We're going to the Wreck. It's this seafood place that a lot of tourons usually go to," JJ tells her. He's not interested in making small talk. He just wants to get this over with and meet back up with you.

"That doesn't really sound like a romantic place for a date." Bianca tries her best to hide her disgust, although she thinks that sounds like a place you deserve for a date.

"Yeah well, it's our favorite place to eat. Plus Kie's parents own the place so we like to support them," JJ shuts her down, "anyway do you need my help or not? Cuz I wanna eat." Bianca nods and opens her notebook.

JJ was attempting to explain something about chemical reactions. He had no clue what was written down to be honest. "You're so smart JJ," Bianca places her hand on his on the table which he quickly slides out.

"I'm literally just showing you my notes," he replies in a flat tone. By "his" notes, he actually means the notes he copied from another student because he fell asleep.

"I still think you're smart," she touched his bare arm this time and JJ jolted up from his seat. Feeling another girl's touch made his skin burn, and not in a good way. He needed to get back to you now!

"You know what? I don't think this is gonna work. Sorry but you'll have to ask someone else to help you." He doesn't give her the chance to say anything before he bolts out of the library and straight to you. It was like a breath of fresh air when he stepped outside and saw you. Boy were you a sight for sore eyes. One look at you and he already felt the burn on his arm begin to cool.

"I'm never fucking taking notes ever again! I'd rather fail the class than go through that again," he groaned when he reached the table. He plops down next to you and immediately turns your body so he could hug you from behind, then kisses your head. You rub his arms around you, a comforting action you do to calm him.

"What happened?" Pope asks from the other side of the table. JJ takes a chip you offer him before speaking. "She kept complimenting me in a flirty tone and- and touching me!"

"She did what?!" You turn your head to look at your boyfriend, anger written all over your face.

"She touched my hand and my arm," he gestured to spot she touched as if there would be a mark.

"So what did you do?" John B asks.

"I got the hell out of there! If I stayed any longer, I was scared she would touch my thigh or worse, my hair!" Everyone in the group knew not to touch JJ's hair, that was reserved for your touch and your touch only. You have a certain spark that makes him instantly relax when you comb your fingers through his hair.

Immediately, you reach behind you and start massaging his head. He sighs and hugs you harder, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Mmm right there baby," he mutters against your neck. You lightly giggle from the vibrations of his voice. You took pride in the fact that your simple touch can instantly have JJ melting. Bianca can't take that power away from you, even if she tried.

-

After school, JJ had to talk to Mr. Anderson first before your date.

“Hey Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to help Bianca anymore. She’s gonna have to ask someone else.” JJ figured he would just walk in, say that, and leave, but that was until Mr. Anderson spoke up.

“What are you talking about JJ?” Mr. Anderson looks at JJ with a confused look on his face, JJ’s expression soon matches his.

“Bianca Watson? She said that you told her to ask a student to catch her up.” JJ felt a nervous pit in his stomach. Something wasn’t right.

“That’s strange. I offered to help her or find her a tutor but she said she already learned everything at her old school.” JJ felt his blood run cold, Bianca lied to get closer to him. All JJ could respond with was, “oh okay.” He gave Mr. Anderson a stiff nod and walked out to meet you. 

When he walked out, you were leaning on the hood of your car. His heart squeezed when your face lit up once you saw him. “Hi handsome, how was it?” You immediately wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, he happily hugs you back.

He wanted to tell you what he found out straight away but he couldn’t. The way your face lit up when you saw him, you’re so happy. He didn’t want to ruin your mood by talking about another girl. 

So he kept his mouth shut and smiled, "It went fine, quick and easy. Are you ready for our date?" He begins kissing your neck, smiling when he feels your breath hitch. He's not the only one that melts under a simple touch. "Mhm so excited," you reply.

Yeah so you never made it to the Wreck.

You took JJ back to your place because you wanted to shower first. However, as soon as you entered your room, JJ began getting too needy for you. "Just one kiss baby. Just one," he whined, reaching for your hips.

One kiss ultimately led to a make out. Which led to clothes being thrown on the floor. And now you're both tangled up in your sheets. "How about we just order takeout huh? I don't wanna leave anymore," JJ mutters against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw.

"Sounds like a plan. Now excuse me, I still want to take a shower." You try to move JJ but he doesn't budge, he just puts more of his body weight on top of you.

"We will shower...after round 3," he winks down at you with a cheeky grin.

"You have quite the sex addiction. Has anyone ever told you that?" You laugh.

"How can I not when I have this whole lot of hotness as a girlfriend?" He runs his hands all over your body, stopping at your tits to give them a squeeze.

"One more round and then we shower and order take out. I'm getting hungry," you scold him.

"I'm getting hungry too, this exercise is working up quite the appetite." He begins moving down your body and disappears under the blanket. In just a few seconds he turns you into a moaning mess.

After showering(and a round 4 in the shower), Kie came over to drop off the food. "I saw Bianca at work earlier. She was acting weird, like she was looking for someone. Do you think she made some new friends?" JJ stiffens when he hears Bianca’s name. He still hasn’t told you what Mr. Anderson said. First of all, you were both preoccupied and it slipped his mind. Second of all, you were having such a good day and he didn’t want to ruin it. So, he stayed silent once again.

"Pfft who cares? As long as she leaves us alone," you tell her as you take the food. You try to give Kie the money but she refuses, "Nope. I already told you no paying" she pushes your hand away but you insist.

"Kie take the money-"

"Nope! Gotta get back to work! Byeeeee", she says as she runs back to her car.

"Kie!" Before you know it, she's already driving away.

"Oh well, free food," JJ smiles widely and happily starts digging in. All thoughts of Bianca are out the window. The only thoughts in his head are you and the delicious burger he’s about to devour.

-

After JJ’s shift the next day, he’s on his way back to the Cut when his bike breaks down. "No no no!" JJ frantically yells out. Next thing he knows, he's stuck on the road in Figure Eight.

He's too far to go to your place. Tanny Hill is only a few blocks away, he could probably ask Sarah to give him a ride to the Chateau. JJ groans, moving his bike to hide it behind a tree and starts walking to Tanny Hill.

During the walk, JJ's mind starts racing. That bike was expensive, he won’t get paid until two weeks from now. And it'll most likely cost way more than his paycheck to get it fixed. It's his only transport to work and knowing him, he won't want to ask anyone for a ride because he doesn't want to be a burden.

He can't tell you because you'll insist on paying and he doesn't want you spending money on him. JJ groans and takes his hat off to squeeze at his hair. How is he going to get the money?

"Excuse me? Young man?" JJ looks up and sees an older man at his white picket fence. "Hi, do you have a moment? I just have a question."

JJ nods and walks over to the man, "what's up?"

"I don't want to sound like a snob but do you mind mowing our lawn? We're having guests over this weekend and I would do it myself but my family and I are very busy so we don't often have the time." JJ thinks about it for a moment. The man speaks up again, "I'll pay you of course! How does 1k sound?"

1k seems about the perfect amount to fix his bike. If he does this, he can get his bike fixed without having to worry about the money.

With that, he says "yeah I can do it. Is tomorrow okay?"

"Yes, that's perfect! Thank you!" The man shakes JJ's hand and makes his way back into the house. JJ walks next door to Sarah's house. Thankfully, Sarah is able to take JJ back to pick up his bike on the road and drive him to the Chateau.

-

When JJ returns to the man's house the next day, the lawn mower is already out. He sees a note that says his daughter is home and he and his wife are at work. The cash is in an envelope on the kitchen counter.

Just before JJ can start the lawn mower, he hears someone speak.

"JJ?" He turns and sees the light blonde kook girl.

'Oh fuck'

This is Bianca's house