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mrsmaybankhere · 2 years

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you feel me in your stomach, angel?

THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CAN NOT USE MY WORK

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: you lie tell everyone Rafe has a small dick and he is not happy about it

warnings: adult content, public sex, unprotected sex, mentions of Rafe having a ginormous cock, dom!Rafe and unedited work

gif credit @starkey-babie

You sat in a circle in a disgustingly childish game of Truth Or Dare. Rafe watched you from across the circle as you took a sip of your drink, He had already scolded you twice for being a brat but frankly you didn't give a damn

"Y/N" you looked towards Kelce's Girlfriend Hailey "Truth Or Dare?" You sat up straight rolling your shoulders back "Truth"

"How big is Rafe's dick" one of the other girls blurted out causing the other girls to erupted in giggles and Rafe seemed to stare at you silently telling you not to answer the question not because he thought he had a small dick but rather you were a little too drunk and you might say something ✨controversial✨

"It's pretty small if you ask me"

Rafe choked on his drink as everyone silenced in shock at your answer but you stared at Rafe with a smirk. That was the last fucking thing he expected you to say.

Topper cleared his throat "I think that's enough for today" he began to sit up "Yeah" Rafe said standing up grabbing you "What the fuck Rafe I don't wanna leave?" He didn't care about your protests as he practically carried you out of the party before pushing you infront of him "Always fucking play too much" he mumbled more to himself.

"It was just a game" you said crossing your arms over your chest your heels clicking on the concrete as you walked towards the car "Shut up" you rolled your eyes "Always so fucking bossy" you mumbled and he pushed you up against the side of the car "What the fuck did you say?"

You smirk "You heard me" his hand gripped your chin roughly "You've been acting like a damn brat all fucking day"

"Did I hurt your ego baby?" You said teasing and he let out a growl "Get in the car"

"No" he grabbed you by your arms practically tossing you in the car buckling you in before climbing in the the other side.

The car ride was silent, his nails digging into the steering wheel, his heavy breaths filling the small car.

He pulled up to the home reaching over and unbuckle you like he usually did "Get inside" he said voice eerily calm "I want you in the room on the bed naked" he told you "You're a fucking dick" you whined crossing your arms and getting out the car. He let out a growl getting out the car and grabbing you before you could step away from him "Don't you fucking forget who the boss is here"

"Yeah me asshole" you growled but it quickly turned into a gasp bending you over the hood of the car. Your breasts pressed up to it and your hands holding you up a bit.

"What the hell are you doing?" You squealed out when he pressed his hips against you "Showing you how big my fucking dick is" you couldn't help the moan that slipped from your lips when he grinded against you "We're outside" you gasped out and he chuckled.

"That's never stopped you before" he said in your ear bringing up the many times you've sucked him off in your driveway but that wasn't the point.

"Tell me if you want me to stop" he whispered in your ear before his hand ran over your ass. Truth was you didn't, you were practically soaked when the idea of someone seeing you crossed your mind. "Gonna fuck you so hard, make sure the whole neighborhood hears"

He pushed up your skirt "No panties, you little whore" he slapped your ass roughly causing you to let out a squeak the stinging pain making you wetter.

He bit his lip, his hand running over your ass before pulling his cock out of his jeans. He brought a hand up to your lips "Spit" he told you, you followed his orders spitting on his thick fingers before he brought his hands back to him rubbing your saliva on his hard cock.

He kicked your legs open, his cock slid through your folds before he slapped the head against your clit. You bit your lip when he shoved the head cock inside you but he made no move to give you the rest of him. "Rafeeeee" you whined "I thought I had a small cock baby"

You let out a loud whine "I was playing" you huffed "I swear" you opened your mouth to speak more but he was shoving himself inside you causing to let out a scream but he was quick to shove two fingers inside your mouth. "What's the matter? if its so fucking small you should be able to take it all"

You whined against his fingers

Rafe pounded into you roughly your nails digging into the paint of the hood. He was so deep inside you he had to be in your guts. To tell the truth Rafe had a very very large cock and he hit all the spots inside you that no one ever could.

His fingers tangled in your hair yanking you up against his chest. He pulled your head back a little to look at him.

"Small cock huh? Is that why you've got tears in your eyes?" It wasn't like you could answer with his fingers in your mouth but he was still smirking when you whimpered against his fingers. "I bet you feel me in your stomach, you feel me in your stomach angel?" He asked his hips moving faster causing your eyes to shut "No no princess you better fucking look at me"

He pulled at the ends of your hair causing you to open them back to look at him. His hand reached around you to slide his hand under the front of your dress running over the bulge in your stomach from his cock. His ring was cold against your stomach as he let out a dark chuckle "Look at me all in your stomach, you sure I have a small cock?" He pulled his fingers from your lips and you gasped for air, the feeling of him hitting every spor inside you getting way too much for you.

"T-t-too much" you gasped out and he shook his head with a chuckle "If it's so small baby take it" you were gasping between your moans and whimpers and suddenly you didn't care if the neighbors heard or saw.

He tilted your head back spitting in your mouth and you swallowed it quickly. The hand that was on your stomach moved down to your clit rubbing it fast "Squeezing around me so tight" he chuckled "Beg for it, beg to cum" you could hardly form words to answer him causing his hips to slow. You let out a whine "Beg" he growled

"Please Rafe, Please let me cum" his hips sped up a little but not enough to give you the orgasm you so desperately needed "Tell me I have a big dick" you would have rolled your eyes at him in any of other situations but right now he could tell you to say anything and you would say it. "You have a big dick Rafe, it's so fucking big"

"Tell me I've ruined you for anybody else"

"You've ruined me for anybody else Rafey"

"Whose pussy is this angel?" He growled his hips moving unbelievably fast "Y-yours" he chuckled darkly rubbing your clit at a rapid pace "I want you to cum for me angel" he slapped your clit the pain only adding to the pleasure.

A loud scream tore through your throat and your eyes rolled back as you came around his cock. You tried to control your breathing but he was still moving inside you chasing his own orgasm.

He groaned his nails digging into your hips as his cum filled you up. You let out heavy breaths and he pulled your skirt down after he pulled out of you. His arm wrapped around your waist to hold you up.

"That was fuckinh amazing baby" he tilted your head back to kiss your forehead. You smiled tiredly "You're gonna tell everyone I have a big dick tomorrow right?" You let out a scoff shaking your head "Hell no" you giggles leaning your head back against his chest.

"Do you think you can walk?" You shook your head and he chuckled picking you up bridal style "Is everything okay!?"

Ms. Smith the old woman next door came out looking at you "We're fine"

"I heard screaming and groans" the old woman said eyes scanning over the two of you "I don't know what it could've been we just got hear" Rafe lied

"Oh well, I'll notify the neighborhood watch. I think there's something funny going on" you let out a chuckle "Okay Mrs. Smith goodnight" you waved at the old woman as Rafe carried you towards the house.

"We're not actually gonna let her tell the whole neighborhood she heard moaning and screaming right?"

"Uh yeah we are"

A/N: PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK BECAUSE MAMA NEEDS YOUR VALIDATION AND FEEL FREE TO REQUEST

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tyy for all the love, babe❤️

Ten things I hate about you

soo there is it!! i’m very sorry for any mistakes

lmk what you guys think, your feeback is the most important!! ty and ily all xx

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**I DON’T OWN THE GIF, CREDIT @toesures **

“I hate the way you talk to me…

“Hey, Kook princess!” A familiar voice screamed behind your back, but you didn’t even bother to look at him. You already know who it was since no one else call you Kook princess with so much mockery than JJ Maybank. His job is to laugh at you and he enjoys it very much.

“I know you heard it, princess!”

Daddy’s girl or just princess was the other nicknames he use very often and you hated every single one of them.

“What do you want, douchebag?” You snap turning around and you almost throw your cup of liquor in his handsome face. Yeah, he irritates the shit out of you on a daily basics, but you admitted to yourself only that he’s one of the most handsome man you ever saw. He don’t have to ever know that.

You kind of caught JJ off guards. He didn’t wanted to tell you something, he just messed with you because that’s the only way he get to talk to you. And now that you actually give him the chance to speak, he doesn’t know what to say to you.

“So?” You raise your eyebrows at him, your arms at your chest and your cheeks a slightly red because of all the booze and the dancing around with your Kooks friends. JJ looks at you, analyzing your features and the way your body looks in that yellow dress and he just can’t think straight and lie to you.

“You look pretty tonight.”

You don’t even have the time to think about what to say because he just walks away from you, going back to the Pogues like nothing happened. But your first reaction is to genuinely smile, happily like a little girl who get noticed by her first crush.

And you probably were one.

… and the way you cut your hair.

“You think he would do a good job?” JJ asks for 100 times in that day. You sigh as you let aside the old Vogue magazine you were looking into, waiting for your hairdresser to be ready for your boyfriend.

“I told you this many times Jay, but yes. He would do a perfect job.” You chuckle a little as JJ is running a hand through his long blond locks. He looks amazing and very hot like this, but it’s time for a little change. “How can you trust John B to cut your hair and not a professional hairdresser?”

“It happened one time and we were shitfaced, so…” JJ says laughing and you quickly do the same, the little room now full with your colorful laughs.

“Don’t worry. You will look just like Rafe after it.” You casually say and you can see how big his eyes got, you biting on your lip to stop you from laughing and ruin your joke. Bobby, your hairdresser, got into the room just in time and you wink at them, especially at your boyfriend.

“I’ll kill you.” He mutters to you after sitting down onto the chair in front of a big fancy mirror and you laugh happily because you know he won’t.

Twenty minutes later, JJ gets up from his chair and you can see the smile playing on his plump lips. His hair is still long enough to run his fingers through it, but shorter on side parts and at the back. He looks even hotter now with a fresh cut. How’s that even possible?

“So…” You smile as you walk out of the salon.

“Don’t say it.” He says quickly, knowing you well enough to anticipate your next words.

“I told you.” You say it anyway and you jump onto his back, forcing him to carry you back to the car.

I hate the way you drive my car.

“Fucking hell, JJ! Please, look at the damn road!” You scream and pull the steering wheel. He was too busy looking at Pope who was laughing onto the back seat.

Smoking on a hill at the sunset was a very good idea back then, but now you realized that JJ has to drive your mom’s car back to your house since you don’t have a driving licence. JJ driving was already a hard pill to swallow, but him high off his ass and driving? That’s another level.

“Damn, you almost smashed that car!” Pope is laughing with not a single worry in the world and you want to slap them both right now.

“At least I’m not driving.” JJ says with a smirk towards his friend, still smoking a blunt and driving way past the speed limit. They both burst into laughs again and you just can’t hold your anger anymore.

“Is not fucking fun!” You yell catching their attention and for a few seconds they got quiet until your boyfriend speaks with a lower voice.

“Momma’s mad.”

He looks at you only for a second and that was more than enough. The car got off the road and stopped right into a tree. Luckily, JJ slowed down when you screamed and that probably saved your life. You wanted to scream when you felt the impact, but you just couldn’t and the three of you stayed in silence for a while, not knowing what to do.

“My mother is gonna kill me.” You mutter for yourself and JJ opens his mouth, ready to say something to calm you down but you stop him with your index finger pointing at him. “And I’m gonna kill you.”

I hate it when you stare.

“She really did that? Omg” You scream while laughing with the rest of the Pogues, leaning your head on Kie’s shoulder as you can feel tears on your cheeks. Nights like these when you all are around a bonfire with cold beer and some weed, telling stories and jokes are your favourites. Even more than any party.

You catch JJ looking at you as lean your body towards him, smiling but still having some tears in your eyes. As you lock your eyes with his you can see something different glaring back at you. Something you don’t know how to explain. Maybe awe? Adoration? Love?

“Why are you staring like that, you creep?” You say amused but only for him to hear and you bite on your lower lip as his fingers slowly grab a piece of your hair, moving it away from your face. Soft little gestures like this made you fall hard for him in just one month of relationship.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

You take a few seconds to realize what he just say to you only because you expected something like “you have something on your face” or “your laugh is ugly” because you are kind of insecure about it, but in his eyes you are the most beautiful girl. And not just outside, like most boys see you, but on the inside.

You can’t say anthing because you get really emotional at his words, instead you just pull him into a kiss long and deep enough to hear disapproving shouts coming from your friends. You and JJ show them your middle fingers while smiling into the kiss, not ready to be apart yet.

I hate your big dumb combat boots…

“Come on, baby! Are you ready?” JJ screams for you to hear. He’s been waiting in your living room, playing on the Playstation for what feels like hours. The others are already surfing without you by now and JJ loves to be the first onto the waves.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Couldn’t find my new bathing suit.” You say and you know JJ will forgive you when he will see your new sexy black suit. You bought it especially for him.

“Can’t wait to see it, but come on. We have to-…”

“Wait.” You stop on the last step of the stairs and watch his combat boots. JJ groans because you’re not hurrying to leave at all and you groan because he’s still wearing them.

“Jay, can’t believe you’re wearing boots when there is a heat wave…Seriously. You are gonna sweat your ass off. ” You mutter while coming closer to him, wearing your comfortable pink flip flops.

“The girl with flip flops is talking about my boots? You should keep your pretty big mouth closed.”

“Or?” You ask and a smirk is quickly to rise on JJ’s face. He knew you gonna say that.

“Or I will make sure to close it for you, baby.”

…and the way you read my mind.

“Guys, you know what I’m craving sooo bad right now?” You yell out of nowhere, making John B jump in his place in the hammock. You are on your period and you’ve been a mess all day. The heat is already insupportable and the pain you feel in your lower stomach make it even worse for you as you lay on the porch’s floor with a warm bottle on your stomach, hoping the pain will go away.

“What’s that?” Kie asks, understanding your pain.

“Burgers and melon ice cream.” You smile, thinking at your favourite ice cream flavor and your friends chuckle a little. Right now that’s all you need: some ice cream and your boyfriend back from work.

“I will text JJ and he’ll get you some. Okay?” Pope says with an amused grin and you nod your head, your smile fanding into a frown as you’re in pain again. “I forgot there is no signal.”

You close your eyes, but after a few minutes of hearing them talking about the hurricane that was here days ago, you also hear a motorbike you can recognize it from anywhere. JJ got up from it and as he does the Pogue salute with John B, Pope and Kie you can see a bag in his other hand.

“Hello baby” You get up a little and manage to smile at him, ignoring the constant pain. He smiles back at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and your lips.

“Hello beautiful. How are you feelin’?” He asks because in the morning when he got up from work, you were still asleep and you stained the sheets. That didn’t mattered to him, but he assumed that you are not feeling too good now. Periods are awful, he knows from Kie.

“The pain is killin’ me and I wanted some…”

“Ice cream?” He raises his eyebrows to you and opens the bag, pulling out your favourite melon ice cream, some chocolate and burgers for all of you. Your friends are looking at you, all speechless and JJ saw it.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He says, confusion all over his face.

“I just said I wanted ice cream and a burger…” You say and you almost forget about the pain because emotions take now control over you and your body. So much that you can feel tears in your eyes.

“You know me so well!” He pulls you into his arms, wrapping his arms around your body as he’s softly kissing the top of your head.

“‘Course I do. I got you, sweet girl.”

I hate you much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right.

“What a hell of a shortcut you knew, Pope! Thank you!” JJ says with a roll of his eyes and you look around, trying to recognize something but there are just trees. There’s nothing you can actually recognize.

“Well, it was a good camping night guys.” Kie says with sarcasm fulling her tone and everyone quickly starts arguing for nothing.

“Hey, hey! Chill out” You say, knowing this is going nowhere and you speak again after a short moment of thinking. “I think we have to go to the left.”

“What? Bullshit. We have to go straight” Your boyfriend says and you put your arms in your hips, looking at him and already starting to get angry.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I’m the best at orientation and-…” You just can’t shup up so you interrupt him.

“Who ever said this, hm?”

“Well, actually no one. But I’m better than you anyway.”

“Oh, bite me. We are going left.”

“No, we’re not.”

And you should shut up right there because after a huge fight, you went straight and you find the camping spot.

After loading off the Van, JJ loosely grabs your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. A proud smirk on his lips as he’s talking to you.

“Do you have something to say, [Y/N]? An apology maybe?”

You frown not wanting to do that, but when you try to move away from him, he pulls you even closer to his side.

“I can’t hear you yet.”

“Oh, shut up, you’re enjoying this too much. You were right, okay?”

“Don’t worry” He peck your pouting lips. “I still love your stubborn ass.”

I hate it when you lie.

“JJ, tell me the truth. You did it?” You ask and you watch him impatiently, hoping to hear what you wanted and not be a lie. “You pulled the gun at Topper?”

He already lied to you a few days ago when it happened. You weren’t there as you were stuck at a family dinner and later he didn’t wanted to ruin the first night between you two. So he didn’t told you what happened at the boneyard. Even if he knew you will eventually find out.

He just hoped it won’t be that soon.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why would you lie to me, Jay?” You slowly ask and you take a step back, for the first time ever feeling really disappointed in him. He can see it on your face. He gets up from the stairs, trying to grab your hands in his, but you reject his gesture and you can see the hurt flashing in his beautiful eyes.

“Don’t act like this, baby…Come on. It’s not that big of a deal anyway.”

“It’s not? Do you really think that? Cause I think it is!” Your voice is higher by a tone and you don’t want to turn this into a screaming match, so you just take another step back. “I need to calm down, okay? Don’t call or text. I’ll do it when I will get over it.”

JJ said nothing as he’s watching you leave the Chateau’s backyard and he can’t stop the feeling that he’s letting you leave for good. But you said that you’ll call.

And you will. He hoped so.

I hate when you make me laugh…

“Stop, stop it now please!”

Everyone who’s hearing you right now would think that you are getting hurt or something. Thank God that John B doesn’t have any neighbors because you are just begging JJ to stop tickling you as you laugh so hard you can barely breath properly.

… even worse when you make me cry.

“You want what?” You ask, your voice cracking even if you try so hard to keep yourself in one piece in front of him. You’re pride is too important for you, but is getting hard to lock your tears in.

“A breakup. I’m sorry [Y/N], I really am but…” He looks away from you, trying to find his words and when he looks at you again, his eyes are watery too. How dare he? How can he be the one crying when he’s the one taking the decision? “I don’t feel good anymore. I feel like I’m caged up and I’m not that type of guy. I’ll never be. I know that’s what you wanted princess, but-…”

He didn’t saw it coming, but that nickname made you slap him across the face. His head is now turn to the left, a red mark of your hand imprimed on his cheek.

“I guess I deserve that. But I can’t be what you want and you know it…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You don’t even realize that you are crying that hard, not until you hear yourself sobbing and gasping for air in front of him. His face is a blurry vision for you, you can’t really see him anymore because of the waves of tears, the pain shattering you inside.

“No, shut up! You’re not sorry. Don’t sell me shit.” You scream and you run your shacking fingers through your hair. You wipe your eyes with your palms, trying to stop the tears and instead you just ruined your mascara.

“Please, don’t hate me.”

Tears are wetting his cheeks as well and you simply can’t stand there with him anymore. You shake your head, still watching him while you slowly take steps back. You need to get out of here before you fall apart for good in front of him. You can’t be more pathetic than you already are, humiliating yourself for a guy when all you wanted to do was to love him.

“Don’t hate me. Please, don’t.” He says again and you want so bad to scream that you do hate him for breaking your heart, but you can’t. Your lips can’t move as you just walk away, almost running with a hand to your mouth stopping a scream.

I hate it that you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.

When you walked into the house with your hair and clothes soaked wet from the rain, your makeup smashed all over your face and your eyes puffy from all the crying, your mother already knew what happened. He wanted to say “I told you” because she really did told you that the Maybank boy is just trouble and you didn’t listened to her. And as she hold you, she hoped that you didn’t get to love him, that you will be fine after a few hours of sleep or a day or two. But now it’s been two week and nothing could get you out of your room. Not even Kie and Sarah, your best friends.

You felt pathetic as you kept watching your phone screen, waiting for him to call you. To text you, to do anything to get to you. You even deleted his number, knowing you would want to call him and you did it anyway with a private number. He answered and you both stayed in silence for two whole minutes. He knew it was you and he was smiling with tears in his eyes. You didn’t care that knew.

Listening to his silence was better than nothing at all. His absence was killing you.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.

You think that Kie, Sarah, Pope or John B are knocking at your door now, trying their best to get you out of the house. You went out with them for a few days for a few hours while you know JJ was working and before you had to meet him, you would left. But you open your door now and you can’t leave.

You don’t know what to say. There’s nothing to say as you both are looking at each other. You can see on him the same dark circles that you see everyday on you. You are wearing his shirt and he’s wearing your hairband at his wrist. You blink a few times just to stop yourself from crying again.

“What are you doing here, JJ?” You ask after seeing that he’s beating himself up to say something and he can’t find his words.

“I-…I don’t know.” You can see how dilated and red his eyes are. He’s stoned and your heart sting at the thought of him being here only because of this, because he can’t think straight.

“Okay.” You want to close to door, but his combat boot got into your way stopping you. “What do you want from me? I gave you everything I had, I tried to be the best girlfriend and-…And it wasn’t enough. What more can I give you beside myself, hm?”

Not even close…

“What?” JJ slowly ask, shocked to hear that you are thinking this way. All this time he was sure that you hate him, despite him and regret ever welcoming him into your perfect life only for him to ruin it, but you were doing the opposite.

You think that there’s something wrong with you, not with his damaged ass. You think that you aren’t good enough, when in fact you are more than he can handle. That’s the problem: you are too much, too precious and too good and he’s the dirty douchebag who just found a diamond and he doesn’t know his true value, he doesn’t know what to do with it. In JJ’s point of view, that was your relationship like.

“Why wasn’t I enough for you?” You voice crack and you fall, but JJ catches you into his arms before you can hit the floor. He walks into your house, holding you tight at his chest while taking a sit on the couch. That damn couch when he made love with you for the last time.

“You are enough, babe. You always were enough, but I’m not.”

“Fuck you!” You scream while crying and you try to break his hug around your body, but there’s no way he’s letting you go away from him again. “How can you say that? Don’t you see?”

“See what?” You raise your head from his chest, his fingers tracing lines on your cheeks. He wipes your tears and you do the same with his.

“You can’t see that I don’t hate you? I wish I could hate you. But I can’t….

…not even a little bit…

"I’m not even close to that….

…not even at all…”

“You broke my heart into pieces and I can’t hate you at all.”

JJ is the one who’s crying now. You never saw him like that before, not even after the worst fight with his father. Sobbing that hard while holding you tight, his head into your chest as he keeps repeat “I’m sorry” and “please forgive me”.

“I’ve never been loved like this, [Y/N] and-…I kept telling myself that I don’t deserve it, that you try to change me because you don’t love the piece of shit I actually am and…And I almost lost you because of that.”

“Don’t ever say that. You are amazing and you deserve love and happiness.”

You kiss the top of his head, his forehead and his salty lips before pulling his head back at your chest, both of you trying to calm down. This shouldn’t happen, but you know that this is gonna bring you even closer to each other.

“Do you still love me? Like you did before.” You ask with a little smile playing on your lips. JJ raise his head to look at you and his eyes speaks even before his lips.

“Yes. I’m crazy for you, [Y/N].” You both meet in a sweet kiss before he pulls away, his forehead pressed against yours. “Do you-…?”

“Yeah, I do. I do love you, JJ. You have no idea how much.”

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