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valeskafics · 11 days

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"Greedy" - JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader x Rafe Cameron

a/n: threesome fic requested by an anon & @acutely-autistic, inspired in part by this tweet hehe 🩷

Summary: Liking your brother's best friend is complicated enough. But liking your best friend's brother too? Now, that's just fuckin' greedy.

Word Count: 3,000

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, jealousy, degradation kink, daddy kink, oral f receiving, oral m receiving, fingering, anal fingering, ass eating, overstim, choking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, p in v sex, anal sex, double penetration, honestly i might've forgotten something

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

What’s more of a cliche? Crushing on your brother’s best friend? Or crushing on your best friend’s brother? Well, you decided to go and do both. You’ve known JJ ever since you were kids. He’s been John B’s best friend for as long as you can remember. Hell, you don’t think you can recall a time when JJ wasn’t in your life. But, as far as you’re concerned, you might as well be one of the guys. Not once has JJ ever given you any indication that he has feelings for you. He teases you and can be sweet to you, sure, but from what you can tell, nothing goes beyond friendly banter.

Maybe that’s why, when Sarah came into your life and became your best friend, you started crushing hard on her older brother. Rafe is a cocky bastard, that’s for sure, and he definitely knows how to make your heartbeat a little faster when he stares at you a moment too long to be appropriate whenever you come over, when he “bumps into you” when you’re getting out of Sarah’s shower, wrapped in only a towel. He’s always making little comments that have you wanting nothing more than to jump his bones, always getting a little touchy.

But he’s Sarah’s brother. And you don’t want to cross that line, even if she is dating your twin. No, that just has the potential to get way too damn messy. So, when Rafe throws a party at Tanneyhill - inviting Sarah and the rest of the Pogues as a sort of peace offering after Ward’s death - you tag along. You dress to impress - a sexy bralette and a pair of denim cutoffs - and it has your brother giving you the most suspicious look he has in his life. And he’s definitely given a few.

“Wow, babe, you look great!” Kie compliments, grinning at you, “You got a date or something?”

You fail to notice the way JJ’s head whips up at the question, as well as the way his eyes travel along your body, lingering placing they shouldn’t on his best friend’s sister.

“Or something,” you grin at her, “It’s tourist season. Lots of mainlanders visiting the island. Figure I can use that for my benefit.”

John B frowns slightly, “I don’t want some douchebag tourist getting all handsy with you-”

“Relax, JB,” you roll your eyes good-naturedly at your brother, “I just wanna make some new friends, that’s all.”

Well, that was a big fat fucking lie, JJ muses. Because right now? He’s watching you cuddle up to some douchebag by Rafe’s pool bar. And apparently, Rafe has noticed it too. JJ finds himself walking toward Sarah’s brother, giving him a hesitant nod of greeting, one that Rafe returns. The two then turn their focus back on you, watching the way this asshole’s hands move to your hips, squeezing slightly, the way you giggle and bat your lashes at him. Rafe’s gaze turns icy, his jaw tensing. JJ’s hands clench into fist, nails digging into his palms when you let out a giggle that sounds a bit too coquettish to be real.

“Oh my God, Chad, you’re so funny!”

“Of course his name is fucking Chad,” Rafe sneers, crossing his arms.

JJ nods in agreement, “Who the fuck does this guy think he is? Touching her like he fuckin’ owns her or something.”

Rafe lets out a sharp breath through his nose. Fucking Chad. Fucking prick ass mainlander. You’re not meant to be with a guy like that. So, Rafe continues glaring at the newcomer, JJ doing the same. Chad leans in closer to you, as if he’s about to kiss you. Both boys watch the scene unfold, holding their breath in anticipation, just about ready to combust if you actually kiss this dickhead. At the last moment, you dodge the kiss, grinning playfully, but by now? JJ and Rafe have had enough. They move in toward you, walking in unison like wolves moving in for the kill.

Rafe reaches Chad first, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, making you yelp with surprise as he’s tugged away from you, “Rafe? What the hell?! And JJ? Why the fuck are you two even together-”

“We’re together because we both want this asshole to learn to keep his fuckin’ hands to himself,” Rafe snarls, shoving Chad up against the wall of the house.

“Keep your fuckin’ hands off her, bro, she’s not yours,” JJ adds.

Chad looks at both of them, and before you can say anything, he has the audacity to laugh in the boys’ faces, “Come on. We were just having a little fun-”

“Fun?” Rafe cuts him off, jaw ticking.

Oh, shit. You’ve seen this before. The infamous “Rafe Rage” as you and Sarah have termed it. He’s about to have a BF. You step between the boys, glaring up at Rafe and JJ.

“I don’t know what kind of macho bullshit showdown you think is going to happen here-”

“Don’t tell us you fucking like this asshole touching you?” Rafe demands, pointing at Chad, looking toward JJ for support.

JJ presses his lips together in a thin line, gritting his teeth, “I swear, if he touches you again-”

“Can you two just fucking calm down?!” You snap, pushing past them, growing too irritated at the situation to even bother continuing to talk to Chad, “I swear to God…”

The boys follow after you, Rafe grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back toward him and JJ, fixing you with a stern look, “Hey. Stop being a little fuckin’ brat, alright? We’re trying to look out for you.”

“And for what?” You scoff, looking between the two of them, “Rafe, you’re just my best friend’s brother, okay? And JJ? You’re just John B’s best friend. I don’t get it!”

“Yeah, that’s the fucking problem, you don’t get it,” Rafe replies, an edge to his voice that has your stomach turning in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant. He pushes you against the wall of the house, him and JJ crowding against you, the air between the three of you charged as he murmurs, “I am not just Sarah’s brother to you.”

“And I’m not just John B’s best friend,” JJ echoes the sentiment, brushing his fingers along the bare skin of your upper arm, making you gasp lightly, a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch, “We’re not letting you go back to that dickhead.”

You clear your throat, trying not to let them show how they’re affecting you, “What? So you two are besties now?” You demand, crossing your arms, drawing their attention to your cleavage, “You hate each other.”

JJ rests his hand on the wall beside you, “Well, for once, we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah,” Rafe agrees, smirking slightly, “You shouldn’t be with that asshole. You should be with someone who can treat you right.”

Scoffing, you question sarcastically, “What, like you two?”

“Exactly,” they reply at the same time.

Oh. Well. You definitely did not see that one coming. You blink a few times, wondering if this is all just some insane fever dream before letting out a nervous laugh.

“Alright. Didn’t see that one coming. Anyway, I think I see Kie,” you try to make your escape, taking a step to the side, “Good talk, fellas.”

But they cut off your path, Rafe chuckling darkly at the feeble attempt, “Oh, no you don’t.”

“Come on, Rafe,” you protest, “You’re Sarah’s brother. And JJ, you’re my brother’s best friend. This has the potential to get really messy really fast.”

“Thing is,” Rafe murmurs, his lips ghosting along your jaw as he moves to whisper in your ear, “I don’t think either of us mind that, Princess.”

“Just admit you want us, baby,” JJ’s hand rests on your hip as he nips at your earlobe, making you gasp sharply, “C’mon. Admit it.”

After a moment or two of this exquisite torture, you give in, blurting out, “Fine! You win! I like my best friend’s brother and my brother’s best friend. One cliche wasn’t fucking enough for me, I had to be a greedy slut and go for two! That’s my fucking life!”

JJ and Rafe exchange amused looks before turning back on you, two apex predators having surrounded their prey, the latter speaking first, “You really are a greedy little slut, aren’t you? Maybe JJ and I should do something about that.”

“Maybe we should take her up to your room, bro,” JJ suggests, his tongue tracing the shell of your ear, making you whine slightly, “She’s been a little fuckin’ brat all night, hasn’t she? Walking around in those little shorts, showing off that ass that’s only meant to be for us. I think we should fuck her so hard that she can’t walk.”

“Fuck her so hard that she can’t even say anything but our names,” Rafe chuckles, his teeth grazing against your neck, “What do you think, Princess? Does our greedy little slut wanna get punished by her daddies?”

“Aw, look at her getting all shy now,” JJ teases, pinching your side, “Come on, baby. Tell us and we’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You hesitate for a brief moment. Going ahead with this has the potential to ruin everything. Your relationship with your brother, with your best friend… But for once, you decide to do something for yourself, gazing up at the two boys in front of you, your voice soft and low as you speak.

“Want you to punish me for being a greedy slut. For being a brat.”

When JJ and Rafe said they were going to punish you, they definitely meant it. Within moments of entering Rafe’s bedroom, you’re manhandled onto the bed, your clothes being thrown to the ground along with theirs in a flurry of movement. JJ comes to you first, palming at one of your tits, groaning against your lips as he kisses you, pinching at your sensitive nipple before moving to the other one. Rafe comes to lie on your other side, his fingers teasing at your slick folds, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Greedy little slut. Already wet? Just from that little show you put on to make us jealous?” He mocks, whispering against your ear before landing a slap against your pussy, making you whine pathetically, “Aw, I’m sorry, baby.”

He doesn’t seem very sorry when he gives you another slap, then another, while JJ’s lips move to your chest. His tongue drags along your nipple, wetting it with his saliva before wrapping his mouth around you, suckling greedily. One of your hands twists in his hair while the other reaches for Rafe. But Rafe isn’t feeling as kind as JJ is. He pins your hand over your head, moving to your neglected breast, mouthing at it before nipping at your soft skin, grazing his teeth along your stomach before biting down on the meat of your thigh, soothing the injured skin with his tongue. JJ’s lips meet yours again, palming and squeezing so hard at your tits that it has him moaning against your mouth. Rafe, meanwhile, pushes two long, thick fingers inside you, groaning at how fucking wet and tight you feel around him.

“So fuckin’ wet for us, Princess,” he hisses, “God, such a tight little pussy. Gonna ruin you.”

“Please,” you manage to gasp out between JJ’s onslaught against your lips, squeezing so tight around Rafe’s fingers that he almost finds it difficult to move, “Fuck, ‘m so close, Rafe, please…”

“Come for Rafe, baby,” JJ murmurs against your skin, “Come on, soak his fingers, pretty girl. Do it for your daddies, huh? You can do it.”

And somewhere between Rafe’s degradation and JJ’s praise, you let yourself go, your arousal coating Rafe’s fingertips, eliciting a smirk from him as he brings them to his lips, suckling greedily, moaning how good you taste, how he needs to taste that sweet little pussy again. He rolls you onto your stomach, landing a harsh slap against your ass, making you whimper slightly, while JJ’s hand threads in your hair, dragging your face closer to his cock. You nuzzle your face against it, giggling slightly, before giving a few kitten licks at the tip.

As you do that, you moan when you feel Rafe spit on your cunt before grasping at the flesh of your ass and burying his tongue inside you. Your lips wrap around JJ’s cock as he begins fucking your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, making you gag, drool collecting at the corners of your lips as you gaze up at him, whimpering at the feeling of Rafe fucking you with his tongue. It’s almost too much, especially when JJ caresses your cheek and coos what a good job you’re doing.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby,” JJ says, moaning as his balls tighten, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge, “Fuck, Rafe, how does she taste, man?”

Rafe pulls away just long enough to whisper, his breath hot against your skin, “Fuckin’ perfect, bro.”

JJ spills himself on your tongue, his eyes hazy with pleasure as he watches you swallow his cum. And moments later, you spill yourself against Rafe’s, the lewd suckling noises he makes as he continues lapping at your folds making you whine. He laughs to himself, pulling back and watching the way you squeeze around nothing before burying his tongue inside your other hole, making your eyes go wide.

“Fuck, Rafe!”

JJ watches, his cock already twitching as he palms at it, working himself up again, wanting nothing more than to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. He pulls you into a heated kiss, sloppy, messy, his mouth moving against yours as he tastes his cum on your tongue while Rafe spreads your ass, continuing to devour you. His tongue pushes past the tight ring of muscles and it doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak once more, especially with the way his fingers tease your cunt.

You collapse against the bed, pulling Rafe in for a kiss, moaning against his mouth as JJ positions himself at your back. You blindly reach for the condoms you see on Rafe’s nightstand, grabbing two, smirking to yourself as you rip open the wrapper to the first with your teeth, easing it onto Rafe’s achingly hard cock, giggling as you give it a little squeeze. Rafe arches a brow, grabbing you by the throat, squeezing slightly, grinning at the way your eyes roll back, your lips parting.

“Don’t be a little brat, Princess.”

“Yes, Daddy…”

He nods in approval, slowly sheathing himself inside you, his cock so long and so thick that part of you feels he might split you in two. And you feel JJ pressing up against you, preparing you for his cock, pushing one finger inside your puckered hole, his breath hot against your shoulder as he presses a kiss to your bare skin. Rafe begins to fuck into you, slowly picking up the pace when you finally relax against him, grabbing your leg and hooking it around his thigh. Meanwhile, JJ gives his cock a few quick tugs and rolls on the condom, landing a light smack against your ass. And then, they’re both inside you, filling you up so fucking perfectly.

You never once thought that this would happen. That you’d be like here between JJ and Rafe as they completely ravage your body, Rafe’s hand around your throat, JJ’s palming at your tits. You’re helpless to do anything but cling to Rafe as the two of them fuck you without any mercy. Rafe moves to tease your clit with his free hand, drawing circles around it with his fingers while kissing you again. JJ’s lips are on your neck, biting down on your skin as he pounds into your tight little hole, your body trembling from the onslaught of pleasure.

And when you come all over Rafe’s cock? He has no interest in stopping. The two of them keep fucking going. JJ’s hips snap against yours, faster and faster, panting against your neck as he whispers how fucking tight you are, how good it feels to finally be inside of you. He finishes before Rafe, spilling himself against your back, content to lay back and rest a hand against your hip while Rafe continues pounding into you, driving you to the edge once more.

“I came, I came,” you all but sob, your nails digging into his back as he continues fucking into your overstimulated pussy, “Daddy, fuck-”

“Yeah, you came, Princess?” Rafe mocks, moving to grab your jaw, “Good for you. But Daddy hasn’t yet. So stay still and let me wreck that pretty little pussy.”

You can hear JJ chuckle as Rafe moves to pin you down to the bed, resting his entire body weight on top of you, that hand moving to wrap around your throat again as his hips roll against yours. JJ pulls you into a kiss and you moan against his mouth as you feel yourself nearing your climax once more, Rafe reaching his end before you with a groan of your name, fucking you until he begins to go soft, a light slap at your clit sending you over the edge yet again.

The three of you lie there, a mess of tangled, sweaty limbs, gasping for air. JJ moves to grab a towel to clean you off while Rafe holds you in his arms, uncharacteristically tender as he finally praises you for being such a good girl for them. JJ wipes you down before wrapping his arms around you as well, the three of you closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

Sure, this could all go up in flames. It could ruin everything, you being your greedy little self.

But somehow? You think that this is the start of something incredible.

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cameronspecial · 7 months

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Rafe Cameron's Masterlist

Series:

Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Complete)

Before The Last Petal Falls (Complete)

Let Me, Angel (Anthology)

Assisting In Deception (Complete)

A New Kind Of Normal (In Progress)

Oneshots:

Some People Can Change

I Don’t Share My Candy

Cheese Head

Do You Want Those Things?

The First Son And The First Spare (Part 1)

The Prince Consort And The First Daughter-In-Law (Part 2)

Violation Of Privacy

Bad Friend

The Story Of Them

To Earn Your Love

Really, Rafe?!

Death By Clothes Rack

Stubborn Little Girl

You Deserve Better

Mistakes That Can Be Undone

The People We Used To Be

Blurb:

Boyfriend Rules

I'm Here

Fight or Flight

Summer Secrets

The Lesson (Part 1)

The Lesson (Part 2)

Rafe To The Rescue

Pretty Girl

I Want To Be With You (Part 1)

I Want To Be Your Boyfriend (Part 2)

Miscommunicated Silence

The Lies You Tell The Other Woman (Part 1)

The Lies She Tells Herself (Part 2)

Pretty Abs

Picture Perfect Snow Globe

Shit Friends

Clingy Bitch

You Are My Lover

His Saviour

Too Big

Two Happy Kitties

Violation of Privacy

No Recognition

Rafe’s First Love

Who Do You Love?

Dude, That's My Sister

Don't Know How To Show I Care

Hammocks, Massages and Cookies

Missed Connections

Fading Memories

Her Wildest Dreams

Can't Deal With Your Shit

Dirty Floors and Wrinkly Hands

One Lock, Two Locks, Three Locks More

My Particular Girl

Maniac

Candle-Lit Dinners

Cute Asshole (Part 1)

Cute Pogue (Part 2)

You Will Always Be My Business

Matching Hair

I Know

The Help

Bow

Mrs. Cameron All But In Name

At Her Beck And Call

Ghost Of A Memory

The Speed Of Light

Musical Chairs

Smell My Shirt

Neverending Texts

Burning Obsession

Little Subway Things

Oedipus Rex

Red Light Kisses

Headcanon:

Anxiety Whisperer

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writingreadinglurkingandsmirking · 9 months

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Hold Me Down (Is This A New Start?) - Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: After a long, hard day of work you just want to go home and go to bed. But, when you get a persistent knock on your door from Rafe fucking Cameron. you know you’re gonna have a long night ahead. Letting him in, after two months of not seeing him, you fully anticipated a screaming match. But, you got something much different than you bargained for—much better too.

CW/TWs: brief angst, brief mentions of Rafe being on house arrest lol, feminine pronouns used, gorgeous/sweet girl/baby/darlin' as nicknames, toxic behavior, canon-adjacent Rafe, mean-ish Rafe, smut, piv sex, oral sex (male receiving), impact play, (not really) lowkey daddy kink, brat reader, dumbification, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, breath play, unprotected sex (be safe I am nawt your mom gn), allusions to a pain kink for sure, mushy gushy sweet ending, not highly edited or reviewed

Words: 8.1k+

Note: 18+ MDNI, really just fucking don’t. I wrote this one in first person because writing in second person irritates my very soul. Uhhhh so this kinda came out of left field and I did nawt plan on writing this but here we are! But such is life! Anyways…back to regularly scheduled programming.

It had been a long day - too long. There was something exceedingly exhausting about living paycheck to paycheck that the average person didn’t understand. There was nothing quite as specific as the exhaustion that you encountered by overworking yourself day after day, week after week, month after month, all for nothing. Because that’s what this all amounted to. Nothing. Nothing extra at the end of the week to take home, nothing to do anything nice with. Just nothing. And nothing sucked the joy out of your day like knowing you’d have to get up the next day and do it all over again.

When I’d finally gotten home from a shift that didn’t end until almost the crack of fucking dawn - a good twelve hours after I was supposed to have gotten off shift - there was not a thing I wanted more than to sleep. Still, even as I sat on my fucking couch, my woes could not end. There was a loud, demanding knock on the door.

The first time I ignored it.

The second time I ignored it.

The third time, an annoyed voice accompanied the knock.

“Baby, open the fucking door,” came the snarl from the other side. I groaned and ran my hands down my face. I really didn’t want to deal with Rafe today. Not like that had ever deterred him before. “Baby, come on. Listen. Please. The cops are fucking trolling around outside. Baby, please open the door.”

I groaned and pulled myself to my feet, opening the apartment door. Standing there, looking at pitiful as ever was Rafe fucking Cameron. The bane of my existence. My more-or-less on-again-off-again boyfriend—though I’d sooner bash my head against the door than admit that. I glared at the ass who had done nothing but make my life harder since he’d entered it. Then, I stepped to the side and let him in. He stepped in and closed the door quickly, locking it behind him. He turned to me and pressed an absent-minded kiss to my forehead before going to sit down on the couch.

“You look like shit, darlin’,” he said. When he even had the decency to look up and notice I was there.

“Thanks,” I said dryly. I looked down at his leg. His ankle monitor looked fucked. “What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Just a little mod,” he said casually. “I needed to get out for a minute.”

“Why did you come here?” I demanded. “Did you stash more fucking coke in my house I swear to fucking God I will kill you. I am not catching a fucking charge for you, asshole.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would I leave my coke with you knowing that you’d throw it out, baby? That’s just bad business. Besides, darlin’ the cops aren’t outside for me some loser is probably getting caught selling a few doors down again. And hey? It’s a crime to want to see you now, darlin’?” he asked, winking.

“No. But it is a crime to skip out on house arrest, Rafe,” I said blandly. “And I know damn well that you’re not here because you want to see me. I’m just convenient to you like fucking always.”

He rolled his eyes as if I were being the dramatic one. “What’s wrong now, gorgeous?” he drawled. “Always seems like there’s something these days, hmm?”

I clenched my jaw. “Fuck you, Rafe. Get the hell out,” I snapped.

Rafe frowned. Stood again and walked over to me. He placed his hands on my hips, refusing to leave. I, in turn, refused to look at him. “Look at me, darlin’,” he demanded. Reluctantly I did. “What’s wrong?” I didn’t answer. He brushed my hair back from my face and just kept looking at me. “Come on, sweet girl. Tell me…what’s wrong.” He smiled to himself when I still didn’t answer. “You know better than anyone I’m not going to leave until you tell me, baby…so come on…what’s wrong with my sweet girl?”

“Fuck you,” I repeated weakly, pulling out of his arms. I plopped down on my couch, curling into myself and closing my eyes. “Just fucking leave when you see the cops are gone. I can’t be bothered today.” The asshole had the audacity to laugh at my words. “Shut the fuck up, Rafe.”

Dramatically, Rafe sighed and knelt down on the ground in front of me. I felt him grab my knees and pull me to face him. I had no choice but to unfurl, otherwise, I would’ve fallen into him, which I had no interest in doing. So, I leaned back into the couch, trying to ignore the heat of his hand sinking into my cold legs through worn jeans. It was hard to ignore that. Hard to ignore any of him, really. And he knew that. That’s why he only waited through my stubborn silence for a few minutes.

“Come on, baby,” he hummed. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’m sorry I’m a dick, darlin’…you know I care.”

I laughed weakly, eyes still closed. “No. No, you don’t,” I said flatly.

He ignored my words and kept rubbing my legs. “It’s so fucking cold in here, baby,” he commented. “And your legs are freezing. Your heat not working?”

“No, it's working. It’s just too fucking expensive to heat this shitty goddamn apartment and I’m not forking over more money to the cunt landlord,” I said sharply, glaring at him. “Did you suddenly forget what life is like if—” I cut myself off, shaking my head.

He had the audacity to glare back if you could believe it. Then, he slapped my inner thigh. “I told you to call me if you needed help,” he hissed. He slapped my other thigh. “The fuck are you doing? What game are you playing at, baby?”

I pushed him away from me with my foot. “A game where I don’t need to rely on a man who is a fucking wannabe felon,” I snapped.

He rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Newsflash, baby, you do need me,” he said, sounding way too smug about it.

“Fuck you, Rafe. I need a bullet to the brain more than I need you,” I sneered.

“That’s cute.” He continued on like I didn’t even speak in the first place. “I could give you that, if you want. But that doesn’t change anything about it, darlin’. You need my money, you need my cock, you need my love. You’ve said it yourself that no one gives it to you as good as I do. And I know you haven’t been looking which means you’re still as invested in this as I am. So.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “When I tell you if you need my fucking money to heat your stupid apartment because your ass is too stubborn to move in with me…then you fucking call me.”

“You are not my fucking father,” I snapped, pulling out of his tough.. “Like I said. Bullet to the fucking brain before this shit anymore. I’m sick of it.”

“I don’t know. You do call me daddy a lot,” he mocked. He smiled down at me, but there was hardly any warmth to it. “But, oh? You’re so sick of it, hmm? You want to be brainless?” He laughed. “Well, I can make you brainless without having to put a hole in your pretty little head.” He wound his hand tightly in my hair, pulling my face towards his while I sharply inhaled. “And you’ll remember exactly why you’re not done with me, gorgeous.”

I glared at him. “I haven’t seen you in two months. The last time I did see you, you called me a stupid, worthless cunt and told me that you never wanted to see me again. And you think you can just show up here and get me to listen to you?” I demanded. I felt my face heating with my frustration. “Just like that? You think you’re…you think you’re worth me listening to?” I laughed. “Like I said. Fuck you, Rafe. I deserve…I deserve so much better than this. Than you.”

There was a mocking pout on his face. He reached out and grabbed my face again, squeezing my chin. “You think you’re going to find someone better than me?” he asked incredulously. He let out a laugh. “And where do you think you’ll find someone like that?” I didn’t answer. I refused to give him the satisfaction. He chuckled, but then his face went serious. “I’m sorry that I haven’t seen you in months, darlin’. I’m sorry that I said I never wanted to see you again. I was pissed, sweet girl. I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh you never mean it,” I said, the sarcasm’s impact dampened by the tearful sound of my voice.

He moved his hand from my chin to cup my face. I hated myself for it, but I did lean into the touch. “Come on, sweet girl…don’t be like that, baby,” he said. He leaned forward and dropped a kiss to the side of my neck. “You know that I love you.” Another kiss, followed by a short nip. “I’ve been busy, darlin’. That’s all. I’m sorry. I should’ve called, sweet girl. I know that. I’m not mad.”

“You were mad,” I accused, glaring at him.

“I was mad, baby,” he said, deceptively calm. “I was…frustrated that you wouldn’t let me take care of you. I just want what’s best for you. But I’m not mad anymore.”

“Well maybe I’m mad at you,” I retorted, harshness still lessened by the teary voice and the way I leaned into him.

“That’s okay,” he practically cooed. He pressed another kiss to my neck then moved so we were face to face, just a breath between us. He smirked, eyes drifting down to my lips and then back up. “You can be mad at me as long as you want, sweet girl. Just as long as you tell me that you love me.”

I sighed and closed my eyes. “No,” I said stubbornly.

“Come on, sweet girl, please,” Rafe purred, stroking my neck with his hand lazily. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you,” I said, voice breaking. My eyes popped open and I felt the tears in them.

Rafe’s smirk didn’t waver, but his eyes did soften. He let out a hum and wiped a tear that slipped. “There’s my sweet girl,” he cooed. He leaned forward and pressed a long, languid kiss to my lips. “Let me make it up to you, baby.” Another long kiss—lazier this time. “Let me apologize for calling you names, baby.” Another kiss. “Remind you that you’re my special, sweet girl.”

I huffed. “Oh so you wanna fuck me and suddenly I’m not a stupid, worthless cunt then?” I spat, voice dripping insecurity.

Rafe rolled his eyes so hard I was shocked that his eyes didn’t stick in the back of his head. “You’re not a stupid, worthless cunt. You’re my sweet girl and you know it,” he drawled. “I was a little fucking high when I said that. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”

I gave him a withering glare. “Oh and you’re not high now?” I asked even though I could already tell he wasn’t. He gave me a flat look and I deflated, leaning back, covering my face as I leaned against the arm of the couch. I sniffled. “Okay, I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair. I didn’t mean it.”

He chuckled dryly and rubbed my leg gently. “It’d be fair if you did,” he drawled. He squeezed my leg. “And it’s fine that it’s not fair, sweet girl. I wasn’t fair. So.” He grabbed my legs and lowered them both to the floor. He gently pried my legs open leaning further into my space, hands dancing up both my thighs now. “How about I be real nice and make it up to you?”

“No,” I said stubbornly, glaring half-heartedly down at him. I felt his hand toy with the waist of my jeans, dancing just over the button. “I don’t want you to.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, unconvinced considering I’d begun to lean into his space more, opening my legs to give him more space to occupy, more space to get closer. “Oh?” he posed, tone almost mocking. “You don’t want to?”

“No,” I corrected, grabbing his hand, putting it back on my hair to silently prompt him to grab it just as he did before. “I don’t want you to be nice.” I glowered at him .”It’s been two months, Rafe. I need…”

He let out a low chuckle, eyes dark with quickly emerging lust. “Fuck, darlin’, tell me…what do you need?” he asked.

I blinked slowly, still looking right into his eyes, intoxicated by him already from such a short time together. “I need you to take care of me like you always do,” I said quietly.

Immediately, his hand wound tightly through my hair and he rose to his feet, forcing me to tilt my head up. I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes wide and wanting. I bit my lip, eyes trailing slowly down his body, to his belt at my eye level, and then back up. He chuckled again, grinning down at me. He wound his hand a bit tighter in my hair making me let out a squeak as he dragged me just a bit closer to his body.

“You need me to take care of you?” he posed, tone just shy of mocking. “Need me to help turn off that gorgeous fucking brain of yours, baby?” He used his free hand to trail down my cheek, fingers briefly touching my neck and stopping there. “Need me to fuck you stupid, sweet girl?”

Taking a shaky breath, I reached out, hand loosely holding his belt buckle. “Yes,” I said breathlessly.

I reveled in the sudden, sharp sting in my cheek. “Try again,” he warned, voice raspy.

“Yes…please fuck me stupid, daddy,” I said, batting my eyes up at him. “I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“Fuck,” Rafe muttered, his voice raspier still, thick with lust. He chuckled and loosened his hand in my hair before dropping it. He took his shirt off and then knotted a hand back in my hair. “Okay, baby. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of my sweet girl.” He stroked my cheek gently with his free hand before moving it to his belt buckle and undoing it with ease. He then smirked down at me, inclining his head. “Well? Take me out, darlin’.” I glanced down at his open belt but he tutted, tilting my chin back up. “No, baby. Keep your eyes on me.” His request was one that was most easy for me to accommodate considering I felt like I’d die if I looked away from him.

My hands trembled as I reached forward, taking the belt off of him. I was ready to throw it to the side but Rafe held out a hand. Without even questioning it, I placed it in his hand. He then set it to the side and gestured with his head at me to continue. Which, I happily did. I heard him let out a quiet chuckle as I undid the button on his pants and brought down the zipper without breaking eye contact. I almost hastily pulled down the fabric until it sagged the rest of the way down. I raised my eyebrows at Rafe in a silent plea.

“What, baby?” he asked, amused, tightening his grip on my hair. I let out a weak whine and pouted. “What? You gotta tell me what you want, sweet girl. Use your words.”

“I wanna see your cock,” I responded, hooking my hand on the hem of the waistband of his boxers. I tilted my head to the side, jutting my bottom lip out further. “Please, daddy.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “Okay, baby,” he drawled. I hummed, pleased with myself, and looked down, prepared to take his boxers off. But, he tutted, turning my head up with his grip on my hair so I’d meet his eyes again. “Nuh, uh, darlin’. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me still. Don’t you dare even think about looking at my cock yet, baby. Just get it out.”

“But—” I began to complain before being silenced with another warning slap on the cheek making me whine and pull back slightly; not that Rafe let me get very far.

“No but, baby. You listen to me. Be a good girl,” Rafe warned, tone darkening. “You know I want what’s best for you, right, sweet girl?” I nodded through teary eyes, looking back up at him. He cursed under his breath at the sight, tightening and then loosening his hand in my hair once more. “Good girl, baby. Such a good fucking girl. Now, get my cock out. And don’t even look at it.”

I shivered at the order but complied. I reached and used two fingers to gently drag the fabric of the boxers down until they too gave way, falling down past his knees. Using every bit of restraint I had, I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to look at his dick even as it hung directly in front of my face. Rafe hummed, his free hand moving from his side to wrap around himself, pumping lazily. I swallowed, biting my tongue as a reminder to keep my eyes up. A mocking laugh fell from Rafe’s mouth at the sight and I felt my stomach tighten.

“Oh there’s my good girl,” he cooed. “She can finally fucking listen, huh? So proud of you baby. Little slut that you are, I didn't think you’d be able to do it.” I let out a tiny whimper at his words, feeling a growing, heated pit of arousal low in my stomach. I shifted slightly, just barely able to keep my eyes from falling down. He chuckled again and pursed his lips. “How about you take your clothes off for me baby? Then I’ll let you look all you want at your favorite part of me.”

“All my clothes, daddy?” I checked. He nodded. I all but raced myself to do so. I whipped off the shirt I had on with ease and shimmied out of my jeans easily enough. Sitting there in my bra and panties, Rafe told me to stop and so I paused, looking up at him. “Yes, daddy?”

“Nothing, darlin’…just wanna look at you a minute,” he said, eyes dark with lust. “So fucking pretty, baby. God on fucking high, can’t imagine what I did to deserve such a blessing.”

“Stop,” I dismissed, blushing.

“Nah, baby. You’re a fucking twelve-course meal and I plan to have all of ‘em,” he dismissed, stepping closer and grabbing my chin. “And you aren’t gonna say some dumb shit like that again. We clear, baby?”

“Yes, daddy,” I murmured, feeling his thumb ghost up to trace my bottom lip. My breath hitched in my throat and he seemed to remember himself.

He pulled away and smirked down at me. “Bra and panties off. Let me see that pretty pussy, darlin’. Been missing it so much while I was gone,” he purred. I shivered at his words but peeled them off, shivering at the cold feeling of the air against my nipples and the cool fabric of the couch against my exposed core, quickly growing wet. “Fuck you’re so pretty. Look at you…all this…just for me.” He came closer again—even more this time—and his hand loosely went around my jaw, jerking my head up. “You are just for me, aren’t you baby?” I nodded immediately. He glared, his voice gruffer. “Words, darlin’. Or I might not be inclined to be too nice to you.”

“Yes, daddy,” I said breathlessly, wide-eyed. “All yours. Just for you.” I felt my heart beating rapidly in anticipation of seeing Rafe smile down at me. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?” he asked, hand still hooked around my jaw.

“Can I look please?” I asked sweetly, pouting up at him.

His lips quirked into a smirk and he narrowed his eyes looking at me, appraising. “I don’t know, baby. You think I should let you?” he asked.

“Please,” I said, pouting. “I just wan’ you. Want to see you. Wanna have you.”

“Awe with my sweet girl saying all that, well how could I say no?” he drawled, removing his hand from my neck to trail back and join the other in my hair. “Go ahead and look, darlin’. Take as long as you’d like.”

Ever so slowly, I broke my eye contact with Rafe, trailing my gaze down to his dick. Rafe’s confidence even as he stood bare as the day he was born was one of the things that had initially attracted me to him. But, looking at him now, lazily pumping his hand over his cock while he smirked down at me? I don’t think that I’d ever been quite so down bad for him. Which was…concerning, maybe? Pathetic, perhaps? But I didn’t care. At that moment, with his long, thick dick just hovering right in front of me, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. Of how long I’d wanted him…of how long I’d waited.

“What? I don’t even gotta fuck you to turn that pretty brain off anymore?” he said, voice an alluring growl as he let out a dark sort of chuckle. “Got you so trained to take my dick you don’t even try to fight it, do you sweet girl?”

I shifted at his words, suddenly feeling my core flutter at his words, clenching regrettably—miserably—around nothing. His smirk increased tenfold at that and he stepped closer so that there was practically no space between us, not that there had been much before. Now, his cock stood proudly just next to my face. Again, ever so slowly I raised my eyes to meet his again. And the desperation must’ve been clear in my gaze if the smug, self-satisfied look in his were anything to go by.

“And this was supposed to be for you,” he hummed. “My dumb little baby won’t be able to think for herself and tell me what she wants when I get started, will she?” I let out a pathetic little whimper. “You just need something in that sweet little pussy and your perfect mouth, huh?” His eyes trailed down to my lips, briefly displaying the heated desire he was feeling before moving to meet mine again. “Tell me one thing, darlin’, okay? Think your cute lil’ brain can take that?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, voice coming out breathy. I squirmed slightly, squeezing my thighs together to avoid doing something like grinding on the couch and making him stop this before it even started.

“I don’t have too much patience before I gotta get in that tight fucking cunt, gorgeous,” he drawled. “So…tell me. You want me to eat that pretty pussy? Or do you want to choke on my cock?” He grinned, sharp-edged and shark-like. “It’s up to you.” An aborted moan came out of me at his words. The answer for me, right now, at least, was obvious. I glanced down at his dick and then back up. “Nuh uh, darlin’. You tell me which one you want.”

“I want you to fuck my throat,” I whined, looking up at him wide-eyed.

Rafe chuckled, hands tightening in my hair. “I’ll give you a pass on not addressing me properly this once because you said something so sweet, darlin’. But don’t do it again,” he said, half-mocking, half-warning. I nodded eagerly. One hand released my hair. He pat my cheek and then held my jaw tightly between two fingers. “That’s my girl.” The possessiveness dripped off his tone. “Now be good for daddy and open that fucking mouth.”

My mouth fell open without much thought after that. He grinned as I left it open, tongue sticking out just the way he liked it. His thumb pressed down on my tongue, head tilting slightly to the side as he looked at me. I moaned at even that simple feeling, my body practically trembling with want for him. But, for a good few long moments, that’s all he did, slowly pressing his thumb more against my tongue. But, after a few moments, he drew it away, using his free hand to lazily pump his cock—still only half-hard—in his hand. I inhaled shakily, eyes looking at his heavy cock, knowing the weight and feel of it without even touching it.

“Mmm,” Rafe said, letting out a leisurely sigh as he jerked himself off in front of me. “You want my dick, sweet girl?” I nodded eagerly, tongue still shamelessly hanging out of my mouth. “You want me to make you choke on my fucking cock, baby?” Again, I nodded and he groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy, darlin’, fuck.” I watched with rapt attention as a bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip of his dick. I heard Rafe chuckle not a moment later. “Holy shit are you drooling, baby? Fuck, you really want this dick, huh? Well, I don’t wanna leave you wanting.”

Rafe used the hand in my hair to bring my head closer and anchor it in place. His other hand still held his dick that he was bringing towards my awaiting mouth. The second I felt the tip of his dick touch my tongue I groaned in appreciation at finally having something, feeling myself growing wetter and wanting. Already, with him not even having touched me yet, I was a mess. Rafe knew it damn well too. He chuckled, slapping his dick against my tongue making me inhale sharply then let out a tiny little whimper.

“Should I stop teasing you baby?” he said, voice measured, even, and entirely unaffected—as if he were in a business meeting and not getting ready to ruin my throat. “Should I make sure you lose your voice tomorrow now?” I nodded as best I could while ensuring that his dick did not fall from my tongue which just made him let out another low groan. “Alright, then, baby. You asked for it. Time for you to put that fucking mouth to work.”

I barely had the time to inhale before I felt Rafe’s heavy member settling against my tongue. I let out a breathy moan, reflexively hollowing out my cheeks and bobbing my head to take him further into my mouth. I moved my hands to touch him and he slapped them away.

“No fucking hands,” he grunted, pulling my hair so I’d look up at him before pushing me down to the hilt of him, nose settling against his pelvis. He cursed and I felt his dick pulse in my mouth as he looked down at me, eyes dark and wanting. “So fucking pretty when I’m stretching your fucking mouth open, baby. Look at you. So fucking good.” My core fluttered again at his words, clenching and unclenching while I felt myself starting to dampen the couch slightly the wetter I got. “Gonna fuck your throat now, darlin’.”

With the minimal warning issued, he thrust heavily, pulling out of my mouth almost entirely before thrusting entirely back in. I forced myself to breathe through my nose, relaxing before something unfortunate could happen like my gag reflex being triggered. I moaned around him, using my tongue as little as I could find myself able to when he started to consistently, aggressively thrust himself to the back of my throat. I whimpered at the feeling, grinding absent-mindedly against the rough fabric of the couch, letting my tongue trace along the vein on the underside of his dick.

Rafe caught sight of my desperate rutting against the couch and he let out a dark, slightly breathless chuckle without interrupting the pace of his thrusting. “God, look at my desperate fucking baby. What, is daddy not taking care of you fast enough? Fuck,” he grunted. “You wanna grind like a desperate, needy, brainless little toy? I should make you fucking get off of my thigh without me touching you?” My choked whine of displeasure at the threat made him let out another mean sort of laugh. “Don’t worry, darlin’. That’s gonna be for later.” I let out another whine at the promise then. “Yeah, baby. Gonna make you get yourself off on my leg and then I’m gonna eat your pussy so good. Gonna make you cum for me at least five times before I stop. I’ll fucking tie you up if I gotta, gorgeous. Gonna make my sweet girl so overstimulated she’s not gonna think ‘bout anything but my fucking cock…my fucking mouth…my fucking hands.” Each word was punctuated by a pointed thrust down my throat. “As if you think about anything else, my dumb little fuckin’ baby, yeah?”

When he pulled out of my mouth entirely, releasing my hair, I reflexively gasped in a breath of air, eyes wide and watering. I looked up at him. But, Rafe was still non-plussed by how fucked out I already was. He wasn’t even pausing, barely breaking even a bead of sweat across his gorgeous, obscenely perfect body. No, instead, he knelt down in front of me, one hand making its way immediately to my pussy and finding my clit like two ends of a magnet attracting to each other. He let out a low tutting sound, shaking his head at me as I bucked my hips against his hand before I could stop myself.

“So fucking sloppy, pretty girl. Is this all for me?” he asked, his voice both teasing and harsh. “Barely even done anything to you, baby. You’re just that much of a needy little fuckin’ slut for me, huh?” I let out a high-pitched keening noise and he hummed, wrapping his hand around my throat to make me focus on him even as he slipped two thick digits inside of me. “You want me, baby?” His voice was husky, rasping and his alluring eyes were locked intently on me.

“Yes, daddy,” I whined, voice weak around the whining and moans that I couldn’t help but release as he finger fucked me into oblivion. Even with so little direct stimulation, I felt my legs starting to tremble and my stomach starting to tighten, coiling and ready to barrel quickly towards release. Rafe could tell too based on the way my pussy was practically trying to swallow his fingers whole. “Please.”

“Please what, sweet girl?” he cooed, pretending like he didn’t already know damn well what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you’re whining, gorgeous,” he groaned. “And I need you to be nice and fuckin’ ready for me. So I need you to cum for me before I fuck you.” My stomach tightened further just on the edge of sweet, sweet release that I’d been missing the past two months while he was missing on fucking house arrest. “Okay, baby?”

“Okay,” I sobbed, hips trying to buck even as he used his massive hand to direct my hips to keep the rhythm he wanted, the other tightening around the outside of my throat, making my eyes roll.

“Good girl,” he huffed. He paused his speech a moment, his fingers moving even faster, making me choke out a sobbing moan, head falling back until he squeezed my throat again in warning, making me lift my head. He then issued a command. A single word. “Cum.”

And who was I to disobey?

The coil in my stomach exploded into a mirage of light behind my eyes as they rolled back. I felt a slightly shrill shriek erupt from my mouth more than I actually heard myself. And all that I could think of beyond the veil and haze of pleasure was the feeling of Rafe’s hands, his skin so close to me. He supported my body as I slumped against him, both of his hands moving to rest low on my hips.

“Good job, gorgeous. You look so fucking pretty falling apart for me,” he encouraged, his voice an appreciative, warm grumble of affection. His hands ghosted up and down my sides. “You ready for me to fuck you, pretty little thing?”

“Yes, daddy,” I said, letting out a long, shaky sigh. I reached out, hands trailing up the planes of his solid chest, leaning my head on him to listen to his steady, calm heartbeat. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course, baby,” he said. I could hear the smugness in his voice but I didn’t care. He leaned me back on the couch and moved to get up. I let out a whine of dissatisfaction and grabbed his hand tightly, pulling him back towards me. He looked amused as he raised a brow. “I have to go get a condom, sweet girl.”

“No,” I said stubbornly.

“No?” he asked.

“Have you been fucking bitches on house arrest?” I asked, bottom lip jutting out.

He reached out, pulling my lip down and looking at it in undisguised intrigue. “No,” he admitted.

“Well, then you haven’t worn a condom with me before. So fuck’s sake, Rafe just fuck me,” I demanded.

Rafe’s eyes had a hardened sort of glee to them. His hand moved before I registered it and my head turned as his palm made contact with my cheek. Again, my core clenched around nothing. This time, I bit back the moan that threatened to escape.

“Who?” he warned, sounding all too happy to remind me of my place.

“Fuck me, daddy,” I reiterated, still with an extreme attitude. “Fuck me, don’t pull out cum in me, I don’t care. Just fuck me, daddy.”

“Drop the attitude,” Rafe said, a final warning.

“No,” I spat, knowing exactly where it would get me. You know, right where I wanted.

Instead of slapping me again as I’d first expected, Rafe tilted my head up with just his pointer finger under my chin, his shark-like smile back again. “Do you want to be punished, baby?” he asked, sounding all too eager. I offered no answer. He used his free hand and slapped me, harder this time. I couldn’t bite back the moan this time, or the way that my hand tried to drift between my legs. He caught my wrist easily to stop me. “Answer me or I’m gonna stop. I’ll walk out the fucking door, darlin’.” My bottom lip quivered at the thought, chest heaving. “Do you want a punishment, baby?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” I admitted after another stubborn moment.

“Well why didn’t you say so, darlin’,” he cooed sarcastically.

In a flurry of movement, Rafe sat on the couch and had me over his knee. My bare, soaked cunt made contact with his hard knee and I choked on a moan at that feeling. I barely had time to register the change in position before he landed his first hit on my ass. I yelped at the feeling, reflexively trying to squirm away from the pain, even as I felt a jolt of pleasure at the feeling. Rafe held my hips in place easily with one hand, keeping me firmly on his lap, and used the other to lay a hard slap against my ass, making me yelp again.

“That feel fucking good baby?” he grunted, slapping me again. I didn’t answer, a sharp, hissing inhale coming from my mouth. Another slap. Another whimper. “You should be fucking thanking me for this, darlin’. Disciplining your unruly fucking ass. Making you my good girl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you. Please,” I whimpered, reflexively trying to squirm once more when his hand made contact with my ass yet again.

“Please, what, sweet girl? Remind you that you’re fucking mine? Oh, I am gonna, darlin’. This is just part of it,” he ground out. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressed against my side and I was torn between wanting it stuffed in my mouth and my pussy. Both thoughts escaped from my mind entirely as he landed another slap against my ass.

“More,” I ground out through clenched teeth, barely able to resist the urge to grind against his thigh and knee with the desperation that I was feeling.

“Needy little slut, you are, huh?” he asked, amused. His hands stopped their cyclical pattern of slapping my ass to rub the abused flesh for a moment. I felt his hand move between my legs more, teasing my entrance with his fingers. Naturally, I opened my legs for him. He chuckled at that. “Can’t wait to be stuffed with me, can you? Already brain dead to everything but me, aren’t you, sweet girl? You’re just my little plaything right now, aren’t you?” I buried my face in the couch and let out a groan, feeling his hand circling my clit again, lazily, not creating enough friction to do anything.

“Daddy, please,” I whined.

“Don’t worry, pretty little thing. I know just what you need to cum again. I decided I need two from you before I fuck this sweet little fucking pussy,” he grunted. With sudden and almost startling accuracy, Rafe slapped me again. This time, his hand made contact not with my ass but with my pussy, the sharp slap making me gasp and jerk from the pain. I let out a half-aborted scream and rocked back into his palm, panting from surprise. He openly laughed. “You didn’t think I forgot how much you liked that, did you, darlin’? Remember that real fucking well? So I’m gonna take care of this pussy just the way I know you need it.” I let out a breathy moan mixed with a cry as he spanked my clit once more. Again and again and again he did it until I felt like I was dripping sweat on my whole body and my pussy was soaked with my juices—the couch too for that matter. “Fuck me, baby, your pussy is so pretty all puffy like this. She’s just crying for me. You want me so bad your poor fucking brain can’t handle it, can it?” I let out a pathetic little whimper, unable to muster much more. “I tell you what, darlin’. You cum from me slapping this pussy and I’ll fuck you til you pass out if that’s what you want. You wanna do that for me?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped immediately, hardly even grasping the words just knowing that I wanted the pleasure that had been slowly building to finally reach its fucking crescendo.

“Good girl,” he said before unleashing a series of slaps to my pussy in a pattern that I couldn’t have anticipated if I were in his damn brain myself.

This time, as I tumbled over the edge of pleasure, I wailed, jerking against his hand. I collapsed against Rafe’s leg as the aftershock of the second orgasm washed over me. I gasped for air like I’d been drowning and I felt Rafe’s hand tracing up and down my back lazily. As I caught my breath, he placed a final sharp slap to my pussy making me let out a weak yelp of complaint. Without being too gentle, Rafe maneuvered me off of his lap and over the arm of the couch. He let out an appreciative groan and I lifted my head to look back at him. I was startled to see him lifting the belt. My eyes widened as I felt him wrap it around my wrists, quickly binding me.

“You’re not getting away from me, gorgeous. Not when I finally get to fuck my pussy again. You’re nice and ready for me,” he said, sounding almost absent-minded as he spoke to me. He grunted as he slid into me with a single thrust. When he bottomed out we both let out moans—his low and mine high and keening—and I felt my body shake. “Fuck. When you can feel your legs I’m gonna fuck you so hard in doggy you’re gonna not walk the day after. But right now I just gotta finish the job, baby. Gotta turn your fuckin’ brain off forever.”

With that, he started to purposefully piston his hips, holding my bound wrists behind my back for better leverage. I was nearly boneless, shrieking in pleasure as his hot, throbbing cock stretched me open and brushed against each and every nerve ending just right—at least that was how it felt. How he felt. His thrusts were deep and slow and pointed. I sobbed against the feeling, wanting to rut back into him to make him speed up. But, I couldn’t muster the strength. So I just let him fuck into me at his own pace and I felt myself starting to build towards another bout of pleasure—this bound to be even stronger than before if the stars already behind my eyes were anything to go by.

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed, not knowing if I wanted more or less stimulation, more or less pleasure, from him.

Regardless of what I wanted, Rafe didn’t say anything. He grunted out a noise of acknowledgment that I’d spoken then doubled down in his efforts to make me cum again. And when he wrapped his arm around my throat again, tightening quickly and entirely, it was over. This time, as he forced me to a third orgasm, I was actually sobbing, tears running down my face from the fucked up amount of pain and pleasure entwined in being so overstimulated in such a short period of time—especially after so long away from him.

“There’s my good fucking girl,” Rafe said, voice slightly hoarse as he slowed his thrusts to a stop.

He still hadn’t cum himself, his dick fully pulsing inside of me with how hard he was. I dreaded what that meant, even though I also fully anticipated what I knew would come. He gently undid the belt from around my wrists, releasing me, and then eased himself out of me. He flipped me around on the couch and I looked at him with big watery eyes.

“Please no more,” I said, tears slipping down my cheeks. “It’s too much, please.”

“Come on, darlin’,” he cooed, pressing kisses to my cheeks. “Come on, sweet girl. You can give me one more. Been missing my pussy so much. You know I need one more from her.” Another series of kisses, the last one a long and lingering, filthy one to my lips where his tongue entwined with mine and we both pulled back needing air. “Please, baby. One more for me.”

His hand moved down, gently tracing my clit, making me jolt. Already I was so sensitive, so overstimulated. But, the impossibly sweet and imploring look on his face? The hunger he had for me? It was impossible to deny.

“Okay, daddy,” I agreed, sniffling.

He leaned his forehead against mine, grinning. “That’s my girl,” he said softly.

He hitched my leg up over his hip, settling between my legs on the couch. He used his free hand to grip his cock, looking down at us. He gently slapped the head of his dick against my clit once, twice, a third time until I whined and he chuckled, reaching over to press a short kiss to my lips to shut me up. He ran himself up and down my slit over and over until I was shivering and he saw a tiny dribble of new arousal dripping from me. He let out a low moan of his own and then sank into me in one, hitching my leg up again so he could thrust as deep as humanly possible.

“There you are, gorgeous. There’s my beautiful fucking girl,” Rafe praised, pressing a kiss to each cheek, to my lips, and to my forehead as he steadily thrust into me. “So fucking perfect for me. So fucking good for me, baby.”

“You feel so good, daddy,” I said, eyes rolling back and then curling as he pressed down on the slight bulge in my stomach only present because of him. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Anything for you, baby. Fucking anything,” he grunted. He ground slower against me instead of thrusting for a few moments. “You don’t get to keep me from my pussy anymore, baby. I gotta fucking be with you.”

“Wanna be with you, daddy,” I babbled in agreement.

“Good fucking girl,” he huffed, pressing down on the bulge again making me whimper. I felt his dick pulsate again and I tightened around him habitually making his breath hitch. “You gonna cum for me one more time, baby? I’m so fucking close.”

“Yeah, daddy, I’m gonna cum,” I whined. “Please can I cum? Please, please, please?” I begged.

“Fu-fuck yeah,” Rafe stuttered. “Cum with me baby.”

And this time, as I fell across pleasure’s razor edge once more, Rafe fell with me. I felt as he came inside me, hot and deep. My eyes rolled at the feeling, almost addicted to the mere feeling of him being so close and intensely part of me at that moment. I held him without realizing it, nails digging into the skin of his back as I held him against me, ignoring the fact that I was trembling like a leaf.

“So proud of you, my sweet girl. So good for me, gorgeous. Love you so much. So good for me.” Those were the first things I was coherent of hearing again when the whooshing in my ears had faded. They were the sweet praise that Rafe was offering. He went to move—to pull out—but I held him to me still, almost wrapping myself around him like a koala to stop it.

“No,” I denied. “Don’t move yet.”

“Okay, baby,” he agreed. “I won’t pull out. Do you want me to hold you?” I nodded. He carefully moved us. I winced as he adjusted us so that I was sitting up and in his lap because it made him deeper for a moment still but as we settled that faded and I just melted into his chest. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You did so good.” He stroked my skin and hair for a moment. “I gotta get you cleaned up, sweet girl. Get you some water.”

“Not yet,” I denied again, eyes closed as I leaned against him, as much of my skin touching him as possible. “Take care of me in a minute.”

He chuckled. “Oh? You’re gonna let me take care of you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I answered absent-mindedly. “Fine. You can take care of me, Rafe. I’ll stop being stubborn.” I needed his help. He’d been right about that when he showed up, I was adult enough to admit that. And I knew that he loved me. That he meant it from the best place.

“Really?” he asked, disbelieving. “You’re gonna move in with me? Let me take care of you? Just like that? All I had to do was fuck you like that?”

“Yeah. That’s all you had to do,” I agreed, far too exhausted to explain the complex detail of it in truth. I let out a breathless laugh though, a thought occurring to me when I felt a cool bite of metal and plastic on my leg. “Well, as long as you don’t get arrested for busting out of house arrest.” I cracked open my eyes to give him a smile.

“Shut up, I'll be fine,” he muttered. His hands held me closely, tightly, possessively to him. “You don’t get to take it back. I get to take care of you now. To make sure you’re safe. You’re gonna live with me, sweet girl.”

“Okay, Rafe,” I agreed softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. He leaned into the touch and I smiled. “I will.” I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, laying my forehead against his.

“I love you, baby,” he murmured, so quiet I could barely hear it.

“I love you too,” I replied, just as quiet, just as simple.

He smiled at that, the sight making his eyes go warm and sweet. “Alright, then, gorgeous. Let’s get you cleaned up and get the fuck out of here,” he said. His smile morphed into a cheesy sort of grin—the kind I rarely got to see. “Let’s go home.”

For once, I couldn’t disagree. And I couldn’t help but echo the cheesy smile. “Okay, then, Romeo,” I teased. “Let’s go home.”

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drewsephrry · 16 days

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kook besties with the big 3

inspo creds to the lovely @erwinsvow

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rafesgoldrings · 11 months

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One Hell of a Night

Warnings: smut, oral (m + f receiving), Topper and Kelce jerk each other off, drug usage, two in one hole, language, brief mention of choking and face slapping, teensy bit of degradation, foursome, slight groping from the boys, Rafe does a line off the readers tits because it’s me, this is literally just pure filth

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem Kook!Reader, Topper Thornton x Fem Kook!Reader, Kelce x Fem Kook!Reader, slight Kelce x Topper

Summary: It’s strictly platonic between you and the three kook boys to anyone else, but when you’re alone it’s a totally different answer. A daunting game of cat and mouse lands you in an interesting position one Friday night.

If anyone asked you, the friendship between you and the three kook boys that dominated the island was strictly platonic. There was absolutely nothing else there, not when you took turns sucking their cock. Not when they were knuckle deep in your cunt. Not when their cum was coating every inch of you. Just a couple of friends helping friends to relax. But to you four? There was something there, pure animalistic desire to tear each other apart. Each one of you playing a daunting game of cat and mouse.

You’d wear the shortest golf skirt you owned when you went to play with them. They would wear the tightest shirts they owned, flexing their well defined muscles every chance they got. Your freshly painted nails would slowly trail up one of the boy's thighs, dangerously close to his cock, another boy's hand would disappear into your skirt, and the final boy would have his hand ‘innocently’ around your shoulder groping your tits. Each one of you eager to see who broke first, to see who gave into their desire.

It was usually always you. One look at their cocky smirks as their fingers danced a well choreographed dance inside your cunt and you were done for. You’d always ended up pleading for them to just stop the teasing and have their way with you. That exact same scenario is how you ended up in your current situation.

Rafe invited the three of you to his place to hang Friday night. Wheezie was at her friends house for the weekend, Sarah was out with those grimy pogues, Ward and Rose away for some business thing, which left the house all to himself. He’d told you he managed to secure a gram of coke from Barry and some alcohol, all you needed to do was bring your pretty ass over there with Topper and Kelce. Knowing it would just be the four of you, you put on a tiny skirt and crop top that was perfectly cut to show off your tits. The Cartier bracelet Rafe bought you, Chanel necklace Topper bought you, and Hermès ring Kelce bought you proudly on display. You’d put on the perfume you knew drove them crazy, sliding on your sandals and getting in your Jeep to head over to them.

You should have known it was a Trap, as soon as you walked in you should have known. None of the boys had their shirts on, passing around a half smoked joint and legs spread. Their hungry eyes staring you down the second you walked in the door like they were predators and you were the helpless prey. They paid extra close attention to your tits that were practically uncovered by the small piece of fabric you called a shirt, their adam’s apple bobbing as they swallowed harshly.

“Why don’t you come sit princess” it wasn’t a question, Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you into his lap, discarding the joint and smirking at the squeal you let out from the sudden collision.

He already had lines laid out on the table and passed you a rolled up hundred dollar bill insisting you go first. The small skirt (and no panties) left little to the imagination as you bent down to the table, Rafe jerking his thigh up and hitting your cunt in the perfect way. You swallowed the whimper that threatened to escape your lips, covering one nostril before placing the bill inside the other and snorting a single white line off the table relatively quickly.

“Woah pretty girl, you’re so desperate tonight” Topper cooed, his eyes full of lust and mischief as the other two let out a small laugh.

“Awe come on guys, sweet girl just wants to make sure we don’t take it all before she gets her high. Isn’t that right baby?” Kelces hand rubbing your knee and the small amount of coke in your system made it hard to get out a complete sentence.

“Y-yeah, you guys always take it” you pouted, bending back down and doing two more lines before Rafe plucked the bill from your hands.

“That’s enough now.” he never let you overindulge like they did. He knew exactly what it did to you and while letting you snort any of the blow was bad, he’d rather you do smaller amounts with them.

A small hmph escaped your lips, arms crossed as you leaned back against Rafe’s chest. They could do all the coke in the world but you do three lines and it was the crime of the fucking century. You felt large fingertips grip your jaw firmly and turn your head towards them, Rafe’s blue eyes darkened as he spoke to you.

“Lose the fucking attitude and be grateful I allow you any princess. Don’t make me bend you over the table and slap your ass until it’s black and blue to teach you manners.” you knew he meant it. He’d done it once before when you wouldn’t stop bitching about everything one night, your widened eyes never left his as you nodded.

He whispered ‘good girl’ and placed a soft kiss on your forehead before he smirked, glancing at the table and your tits.

“Take your top off” the others quickly joined in agreement.

So, slowly, you began peeling it off. It’s not like they hadn’t seen your tits before, half the time you didn’t bother wearing a bra and changed in front of them because they’d touched and marked them plenty of times in the past. Topper passed the bag to Rafe who then instructed Kelce to push your tits together. You felt him press against your back, arms wrapping around your front and pushing your tits together with his hands, before Rafe poured some of the white powder between them. He covered one nostril and snorted it all away, lightly licking them to ‘get the rest’ off.

By this time, the drugs had kicked in. Your eyes holding a glazed over look, pupils dilated, cunt throbbing as you watched them. You began grinding into the couch, desperate for something, whining loudly and attracting all three boys' attention to you. Each one stared at the wet spot you’d made, eyes matching yours but with a bit more lust swimming around. Giving each other a knowing look, they listened as you begged for them to touch you. To use you as they pleased and make you cum

“Fuck princess, okay”

“That’s our good girl”

“So fucking pretty when you beg baby, we’ll take such good care of you”

Rafe had your legs spread apart, hands grabbing your tits and pulling at your nipples while Topper fucked your face. Kelce had his cock buried inside you, fucking you so hard that you swear your cervix was actually bruised. You couldn’t think clearly, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were currently experiencing from both your high and being used this way, a harsh slap to your inner thigh bringing you back to reality. Your eyes were full of tears from the combination of your favorite boys using you like their personal toy, Topper was all the way in the back of your throat using it like it was nothing but a hole made to take his cock.

You knew they were both close, they went harder, each thrust more sloppy than the previous. Their moans getting louder and more broken until they couldn’t form words, only cries of your name. Their thick seed filled both of your holes at the same time and you swore you died right then and there. You could feel your cunt get stuffed full and loved it more than anything, especially knowing it was from one of your favorite boys. Rafe’s cock was pressed against your back, rock hard, leaking precum, and desperate for the same attention the others just got.

The two of them would pull out, each one with a proud look on their face when you whimpered at the sudden empty feeling and swallowed Topper's load, giving Rafe the opportunity to move in front of you. Groaning at the sight of your hole leaking out the mixture of yours and Kelce’s cum, he slowly bent down till he was eye level with your cunt. His lips quickly attached to your clit and then your tight hole. Moaning against you at the taste of his best friend's release with yours mixing together on his tongue. Your hands flew to his hair and held it with a tight grip, legs trembling from the previous orgasm you just had.

“D-don’t stop. P-lease” it came out broken, sounding pathetic enough for the two boys to laugh and mockingly frown at you.

You snapped your head in their direction and rolled your head back, eyes screwed shut and toes curling when you saw them stroking the other's cock. It was all too much for you, Rafe’s tongue working its magic on your abused cunt, the other two pleasuring each other while they watched you fall apart yet again. You swear to god Rafe was tracing his name against your cunt when you finally came. That rubber band in your belly finally snapping as you grinded into Rafe’s face, riding out your orgasm to the best of your ability in your drug altered state.

“Such a goood fucking girl baby. Oh my god” Rafe moaned out when he finally detached his mouth from your cunt, licking his lips clean and groaning at your taste.

“Taste so fucking good baby” he pulled you into a rough kiss, hand wrapped around your throat, allowing you to taste yourself on your tongue.

Your head moved up when he went to pull away from the kiss, lips still attached to his until he pushed you back against the bed. Topper and Kelce had managed to get each other off at some point during your orgasm and the thick white ropes covered their abs. They’d both walked to join Rafe in front of you before speaking up.

“Since Kelce got to fuck that pretty cunt of yours baby, Rafe and I want to try something while Kelce fucks your mouth”

“Do you trust us baby?” Even while high, they each made sure you were okay with whatever they were doing.

“Of course” your voice came out small, too fucked out, high, and tired to speak much louder.

“Okay baby. You’re going to take Rafe and I inside that tight cunt of yours…at the same time. You think you can handle us both baby?” that certainly woke you up, eyes shooting open as wide as they could go and sitting up on your elbows.

You looked between each boy, trying to see if they were serious. When there was no indication that they weren’t, pure desperation on Rafe and Toppers faces, you nodded your head.

“Fucking hell princess, you’re so perfect.”

“If it’s too much, you tell us okay?” they both spoke at the same time, you again nodded at them.

They flipped you to your stomach before pulling you up, wanting you on all fours. Once you were in position, Kelce walked over and slid his cock in your mouth. Rafe slid his cock inside you, groaning at how tight you were and the way your cunt clenched around him reactively. He thrusted into you a few more times before making sure you were okay with this. Once you gave him a thumbs up, mouth too full of cock to answer verbally, Topper joined him. He slid his cock in, letting out a loud groan at the feeling of your tight hole and his cock rubbing against Rafe’s inside you, slowly until it was all the way in. You were so lost in pleasure, moaning non stop around Kelce's cock, that you forgot to suck him off. He slapped your cheek to bring your attention to him “Just because you’re taking two cocks inside your cunt at once like a little whore doesn’t mean you stop paying attention to me. Now fucking suck princess, make me proud”

You bobbed your head up and down, trying your best to keep your attention on him while Rafe and Topper fucked into you at the same time. The room full of pornographic sounds, just moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls.

“I hope you know baby, we aren’t done with you. We’re going to ruin you to the point you’re just a drooling, babbling, trembling cock hungry whore. This is just the beginning” Rafe moaned into your ear, gripping your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

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undercovercameron · 6 months

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stamina

summary: you have a tiny bit of an issue that can only be resolved through intercourse. no, really.

notes: hello everybody i have returned after a month and a half and this one just simply popped into my head today! i would say i have no idea why but ive been watching clips of the other zoey on tiktok and they’ve corrupted me… cabin in the woods with drew starkey? till the walls crumble. features: choking kink, explicit language, degradation, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, and generally rough sex. enjoy my darlings

tags: rafe cameron x fem!reader

word count: 2859

You don’t know exactly when it started, but your little problem had become a real nuisance.

You just know the first time it happened, however long ago, made Rafe Cameron finally fall in love with you. Hey, it took months of him fighting with himself about you and struggling with a multitude of other family issues, but the day did finally come. It was glorious, you remember that. But this long repeated issue was kind of impeding your sex life. Well, it was affecting your sex life that actually had been affecting your sleep and caffeine and food patterns. It was a big ole circle. You even had been feeling faint due to the excessive cardio.

The issue wasn’t as much an issue as it was one of Rafe’s favorite things about you, turns out. And he wasn’t afraid to show it. Well, make you show it.

You two had dozed on the couch for a little more than an hour, your head pressed to his shoulder and your body curled around the side of his. He had an arm caging you to him, fingers splayed across the curve of your abdomen. Turns out, some documentary his younger sister recommended wasn’t as interesting as you two thought.

The TV makes a loud beeping noise, and Rafe jerks awake at the intrusion. His hand not pressed to your (now exposed) stomach rubs at his eyes, blinking rapidly. Christ. It’s late.

The fire beneath your TV crackles, and he can feel the slight warmth from it on his cheeks.

This was his Aunt Meredith’s house, and she was letting the two of you stay in it for a little while as a makeshift fall break. You’d slept three nights so far in this big wooden mansion, but you could hardly say you felt rested. You always were taking futile catch-up naps throughout the day in front of this lovely fireplace.

Rafe’s movement makes you phase into consciousness, eyes coming into focus as your ears adjust too.

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, stretching both his hands up above his head. The hem of his shirt lifts, just a little taste. You blink at him. “What?” His face splits into a grin and his eyes close as his muscles flex and relax.

“You know what.” Your lips twitch and you look teasingly up at him.

“Mm, I don’t think I know what you mean.” His hand brushes the hair from the side of your face not facing him, and he pulls away slightly to thumb at your chin. “Could you explain?”

“No,” you sigh, pulling yourself up slightly with a hand pressed to the seat cushions. Your leg curls once again around one of his as you turn towards him. You relax against the back cushions, eyes on his face. “No.” Your eyebrows raise, challenging.

“I don’t think you want me to have to make you explain,” he mutters, sliding down to a little above your eye level. His eyes stay on yours.

“I don’t think you could if you wanted to.” Your eyes snap back to the TV, pulling your legs away from his. “I’m trying to watch this.” You grab the remote from the ottoman and turn it up. Rafe just watches you earnestly.

You're about sixty long seconds into “watching the documentary” with your feet up until you feel Rafe’s breath on you. His lips meet your forehead, ghosting a kiss to your skin, before sliding down to your temple. You try your best to remain focused. But his opposite hand from you (always his hand) slides up your waist to settle near your collarbone, fingers lightly pressing into your shoulder. His lips migrate to your jaw, and then your neck. You fight a shiver.

You feel yourself tilting your head around to satisfy this position, eyes falling closed briefly before snapping back open. You grip his wrist.

“Rafe,” you say, but what you thought was confident just sounds weak.

He hums, mouth pressing to your neck and getting into dangerous hickey territory, and your eyes just close. It feels so good, this man leaving you breathless and pliant. It makes you so weak.

“You know you want to,” Rafe murmurs, eyes moving up to your face, and he relishes in your intake of breath.

Your fingers find his jaw and cheek and you pull his mouth up to yours, finally kissing him like you need. He makes a noise into your mouth, triumphant, and his hands grip your hips tightly. He moves you, sliding you onto the long part of the L sofa, and follows you with his forehead pressed to yours and his lips so close but so far. You pant up into him.

He slides further between your legs, parting them with a hand behind your knee, and you let out a content sigh when you feel the weight of him. The weight of that.

His hand finds your throat and then he’s leaning over you, hips pressed to yours and kissing away your sounds softly. His hips rock forward into where the seam of your sweatpants is, and your moan is swallowed. You grip tight on the hand on your neck, squeezing your eyes tight. It shouldn’t feel this good, this quick.

You cant your hips up into his, sloppily matching his rhythm, and your cheeks flush when your heart beats heavily in your throat. His mouth parts from yours and slides wetly down to your upper chest, the neck of your slightly cropped sweatshirt pushed away. You just gasp above him, hips picking up. The slide of his pants is so perfect on your clit, and you feel your blood pumps at the place he squeezes you around your middle.

You recognize what he’s doing, now. His fingers press into your abdomen, pushing it up and down and up and down, and you push your hand on top of your mouth to muffle the embarrassing cries you’re letting out.

His head raises from your collarbone, lips wet and pink, and he tugs your wrist down.

“I need to hear you, baby.” And then he’s pulling back to shove your sweatpants off of you and to the floor between the couch and the ottoman. He dips back down, mouth and hand insistent upon you, and he digs a hand into the crotch of your underwear. Your hands flail for a moment, useless, and settle on gripping his shoulder and the arm that pins you to the cushions.

“Rafe,” you sputter, head pushing hard back against the cushions. Your hair is messy and probably tangled with this friction, but you don’t have even half a thought to care. “Please, Rafe, don’t stop.” Your back arches, trying to push your body tight against his. He tries not to grin above you, watching your face contort at his touch. His fingers slide in your slickness, an embarrassing amount, and your throat catches a breath. The tension in your abdomen twists.

“I thought you wanted to watch the show, sweetheart.” Two of his fingertips push past your slit easily and curl. He bites his lip above you, loving the look on your face. You squeeze your eyes even harder, fist clenching in his shirt. Your heart beats louder and louder until—

“And we’re going to practice your stamina, too.” His voice is raspy when he pulls away.

There it is. The issue. Your not-so-issue-but-sorta-an-issue issue. Yes. You had been having trouble—well, stopping. Your libido was extremely high, you had a very sexy man at your disposal who liked to please you, you were confident in your body, so why not?

Why not is because your body was sore constantly. Between your legs was the perfect amount of sore, but still sore. You had trouble sleeping and drank more coffee and energy drinks. Rafe, ever the giver, obliged you always. He liked to fuck. He really liked to fuck you. So it was a terrible, terrible cycle. You were really starting to wonder about your self control. So it makes sense that maybe you should consider working on it.

But Rafe deciding that right now? The second he finally fingers you? It makes your head spin.

Literally, as when you sit up your vision is flooded with spots.

“What the fuck?” You croak, sounding miserable, and your eyes look up at him, almost teary. (Hey— you really like what he does to you.)

“You’re fine, baby, you’re fine. I just want what’s best for you.” He pulls away from your neck, instead smoothing a hand from your sternum to your hips.

“What are you, a fucking counselor?” You grump, eyebrows furrowed, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Better start being grateful, Y/N. You know how I get.”

He settles onto his stomach, keeping your legs loose around him as he bends to kiss you. You kiss back, still annoyed but also still wildly turned on, and you can’t help but curl a hand around his neck and up into his hair. His lips part from yours and start their trek downwards.

His hands push your sweatshirt up when he gets to right above your belly button, and his touch is light on your sensitive skin. You close your eyes in the nice feeling.

His fingers curl around where your thigh meets your ass, pressing tight into the muscle, and you reflexively lift them up and settle them down onto his shoulders. Sneaky. His mouth finds your inner thighs then, biting into the flesh, and you successfully fight a shiver. His breath is hot on the crotch of your panties.

His fingers find the hem of the fabric, eyes settling briefly on yours before tugging your panties to the side and getting his mouth on you.

You immediately moan— figures. You push your head up slightly, wanting to see, and his head shakes between your legs, hair tickling your thighs as you whine. So hot it should be illegal.

One of Rafe’s hands crawls up your flesh to your chest, fingers finding the underside of your tit and cupping it. He squeezes right as his tongue curls into your seam and he shakes his head again. You nearly shriek but slap.a hand over your mouth, no punishment in your future with his hand on your tit and the other gripping your outer thigh.

Well, you were wrong for the second time tonight. First, thinking your loving boyfriend would give you an orgasm when you wanted one, and second when you assume the same very boyfriend wouldn’t do things simply to piss you off or edge you. Rafe reaches up with the hand previously on your thigh and grabs your wrist. He snags the other one and presses them tight against your lower abdomen, eyes fiery. Your blood surges hot in your veins and the tension in your abdomen resurfaces.

You just flex your legs and bring them further up, wanting your seemingly increasingly distant misery to end.

He hums in approval at that, the feeling making your pelvis vibrate; and you try desperately to suck in a breath. It feels so good, you don’t know how to last longer. Your head slowly tilts to the side, a little tired, and your glazed eyes meet the TV screen again.

Your third folly. Thinking Rafe Cameron would let you live any mistake down.

“Oh, you wanna watch it now?” He pulls away, spitting at your pussy, and an eyebrow quirks. You just still, not sure of the direction here. “Okay. Watch it.” He licks you once, twice, and pulls away slowly. You turn your head, wanting to gauge his reaction, but he pushes your head back towards the TV with his hand. You see in your peripheral him pushing down the waistband of his pants. Your eyes flinch ever so slightly towards him, and he smacks lightly at your outer thigh.

“Watch it, since you wanted to so bad.” He pulls his dick out from his underwear and spits into his hand. His gaze is locked on your pink face, waiting for you to react. He moves his hand tantalizingly slowly, knowing you can see the movement. You pant, catching your breath, and he just watches your chest heave.

His heart rate catches when he gets the full sight of you, open and wide in front of him with dirty panties and your sweatshirt rucked up to expose your bare chest. It makes him even harder.

“What are they talking about right now?” His eyes bore into the side of your face, hand moving steadily still.

“Uh-h, whales.” Your voice cracks and you swallow. He doesn’t laugh like you think he will, he just bends down and kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Doing so good.” It’s so quiet you think you miss it. He kisses you full on when you tilt up to him, neck straining at the angle.

He finally, finally pushes his weight onto you, dick pressed tight against your pelvis. You meet his mouth again and groan at the feeling, moving your body in a way you hope feels good. His jaw clenches, which is a good sign.

“You do it, you want it so bad,” he murmurs, lips hovering over your cheek bone. “Since you can’t ever have enough, baby.”

You exhale through your nose, concentrating, and push your hand down. You fumble for a second but eventually get your hips angled in a way to where he can sink into you. He does, pushing against your hips, and slides easily all the way to the hilt.

He groans openly, eyes closed for a moment, and you choke on a moan. So deep, so fast that it steals the breath from your throat.

On second thought, Rafe’s hand finds its place on your throat as the other braces against your hip.

“So wet,” he says through his apparent awe, bottom lip drooping slightly. You revel in the look on his face. He’s all pink and dewy, it makes you sweat. He pushes forward, a bruising strength in his hips, and you feel yourself be pushed up an inch on the couch.

He follows you and lowers himself slightly, keeping you in place as he jerks sloppily into you, overwhelmed by sensation. You curl your leg around his waist, fingers interwoven in his hair as he dips to kiss you. He pants into your mouth, hot and demanding. You just arch your back, feeling him squeeze hard at the flesh of your waist as you clench around him.

You do it again, loving the reaction, and bite your lip as he chokes slightly in surprise. His hips slow, the sounds of your hurried panting slowing as well, but he goes twice as hard. With the intent to bruise, you think. Probably. He would love that.

His eyebrow arches slightly before he’s burying his face in your neck and really giving you his all. You feel the muscles flex on his back where you press your hands, mouth open and wide and silent. Your eyes roll back into your head as he lets go of your neck and fixes his grasp on your hip.

“Rafe,” you gasp, barely getting a comprehensible sound out. “Yes, shit, baby.” Your man, finally treating you so well.

“Let me hear you,” he says, hot in your ear, and reaches down to rub that one spot he’s memorized the location of. He’s a little too familiar, as we know.

You inhale and exhale shakily, and then you’re silent and your head is pushing back into the cushions. Your body floods with feeling, from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. Your toes curl. You feel like you’re floating.

It’s on the come down that you moan shakily and it turns into a bashful laugh.

“Fuck,” you whine, and his thrust turns into his last as he buries himself up to the hilt and groans in a staccato. You feel him catch your shoulder slightly as he bites the cushion, muscles slowing.

“Fuck.” He desperately tries to catch his breath. He peels himself slightly from you, sitting up.

His vision comes back into focus, and it’s then that he notices the marks on your neck. He thumbs an especially red one, eyes scanning your face.

“Oops.”

“You’re an idiot.” But you smile.

“Hey, we traded,” he says, pulling away completely from you and standing up with a stumble. He winces as he pushes his shoulder blades to meet.

“How’s that?” You ask, thinking you’re humoring him. You sit up, bringing your now cold and damp panties back to where they should lie and pulling your shirt down. You’re just realizing how cold it is in here.

“My back hurts like a bitch, and you have hickeys. Plus I didn’t let you cum so we practiced that. Boom.” He gestures wildly and lets his hands smack back down to his sides. You just stare at him.

“You are the weirdest motivational coach I’ve ever met, young man.”

“Don’t call me a young man.” He turns towards the primary bedroom you’d been sleeping in and disappears into the darkness. “I fuck like I’m 35.”

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faetreides · 13 days

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summary: situationship!rafe cameron x afab nerd!reader

cw: angst undertones w/ a hopeful ending, black cat!coded reader x whatever rafe would be, suggestive action in the shower & mentions of off screen nsfw (cum and thigh fucking but the latter is a bit more graphic lol) , class differences, rafe is pathetic and weird, implied drug use, rafe beats a man but you can decide if he killed him, reader has implied mental health issues and low self esteem, ambiguous feelings on rafe’s part (he said ily but he could be lying), dark content themes, rafe calls reader kitty in both a mean way and a pet name way, if the thing with reader’s first crush sounds too real that’s cause it is 🤫, started my period while i was formatting this (i just thought y’all should know)

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“Hey, babe, would you be a good kitty and let me in?” Is what you’re greeted with when you swing open your screen door. Rafe Cameron looks pleased as punch, all things considered, soaking wet due to the pouring rain and no doubt high as a kite.

The slurred speech doesn’t alarm you as much as the river of blood flowing from his mouth.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, what the fuck?” You try to sound harsh but the fuck is noticably softer than your other words and Rafe smiles, more blood drips down his chin.

You look over his shoulder to see his bike on its side in the dirt, it’s raining and you just know he’ll be pissed to see the mus clinging to it tomorrow. But for right now, you have an injured situationship to patch up.

He stumbles as you struggle to yank him aside, and he sways but collapses on your couch. You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to lose your shit immediately. The audacity of this man to waltz in on you barely alive and expect some twisted kind of comfort, after everything.

“I was studying you know, textbooks are expensive so don’t start getting your blood on them.”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I know.”

Rafe grunts but keeps his body away from your books. That’s the least he can do, the bare minimum. You sigh and walk over him, kneeling in front of the couch. His eyes are dazed and unfocused as you brush the hair away from his forehead, but his fingers twitch.

“Why did you come here, Rafe? To me?” You whisper, tired and unamused.

You’re startled by his harsh cough, his fingers twitch in your direction again, “ ‘Was nowhere else, wanted you.”

Isn’t that good enough?

You blink dumbly at that, but you have no answer for his crazed ramblings so you slap your knees and make your way to the bathroom. You procure a wet washcloth and some measly bandages, he would just have to deal with it. Rafe’s eyes drag towards you when you kneel back in front of him and bring the cloth to his mouth.

You avoid his stare as you sop up the copious amounts of blood, praying that this wouldn’t need a visit to the hospital. In some ways, you’ve seen too much blood since Rafe Cameron decided to make a mockery of your existence. The gaggle of rich girls he used to have on each arm disappeared but he excused it by detailing his plans to lead you on in front of his friends, checking to see if you were in ear shot.

There’s nothing you did, in your mind. You stuck to yourself and somehow invited the attention of some psycho. That’s the hardest part of the situation, you can’t pinpoint a true beginning. You can only remember being in this murky middle, devoid of an ending. Rafe does have a pretty face though, unfortunately, the water from cloth making his skin glisten. You’ll throw the rag out after this, there’s no point trying to get the stain of blood out of anything.

Eventually, you’re done with the first part and have an excuse to turn away from him. You get back on your feet to reach for the bandages but a groan coming from behind stops you. You turn around and freeze when Rafe buries his nose into your lower stomach, barely brushing the top of your mound over your pajama shorts. He hisses through his teeth in pain as he pushes your shirt up with his bloodied knuckles.

“Rafe Cameron, what the hell are you-“

“ ‘Smells good as fuck, love you.”

You refuse to admit that you love him too, you can’t give him that. Okay, now shit’s really getting out of hand. He dips his head to get closer to your pussy but the second you see the tip of his tongue touch your shorts, you direct his face back to your stomach. You’ve never gone further than ‘will they-won’t they’ type touches with Rafe, but you just can’t give in no matter how much you lie awake at night thinking about it.

“All this is because of you, you know that? You fucked me up and made pummel the crap outta that guy.” The vibrations his clumsy words send through you gives you a serious case of the shivers, so you distract yourself by running your fingers through his matted hair. Because of course there’s blood on his head too. You’d usually chalk what he’s saying up to drugs and insanity, but with Rafe you just never know.

“What?”

“He said maybe I should lay off you so he could have a piece instead, and I just…. lost it. Why should some chump get a part of what’s all mine?” He says with a startling amount of clarity, voice flat and low.

You don’t designate him with a response, and truth be told he doesn’t want you too. You stretch for what in actuality is a $3 dollar package of hello kitty bandaids and rip the white coverings off a few of them. He makes god awful sounds as you apply them to his mouth, head, and hands. The mess in his hair probably isn't his but your conscience won't let you leave it alone. Something foreign to your head and your heart won’t let you leave him alone.

You decide to put the knife in your back all on your own and look up into his eyes. They’re too half lidded to get a clear reading on them but you’re afraid to rely on the emotions underneath the surface. You used to be scared that he couldn’t feel anything. Now, the idea of Rafe Cameron believing he’s in love is far more terrifying.

He’s a bit ridiculous with My Melody, Kuromi, and Keroppi all over himself, you can’t help the small smile that comes over you. You quickly flatten it before he can get too pleased with himself but the fingers curled against your tummy spasm as they spread out to caress your skin. Rafe has an unreadable look on his face as he smears blood over your womb, but you think if you step away he’ll lunge at you.

“I can help you wash the blood off in the shower.” Saying that is in no way a promise of commitment or change, but it might be the closest you ever get.

You’re used to scraps, scraps are fine.

And well, for much you pride yourself on being perfectly fine being alone, it’s achingly human to crave being loved more than anything else. You wander aimlessly because you won’t go where you’re not wanted, and for the longest you’ve been wanted nowhere. But here you are, obsessed over by someone who everyone wants.

Maybe you’re sick of trying to make all the right decisions if this is where it gets you, cold and alone. Is it so bad to not care anymore? It couldn’t be worse than when your first crush told you he loved you and then had a baby with your bully, you reason. Or when he dated one of your friends and she would “joke” about marrying you when you were alone.

The short trip to the shower is awkwardly silent, you have to lead Rafe and make sure he doesn’t trip. You stare more than any Twilight character as you help each other strip. You try to avoid the bruises on Rafe’s torso, but he chuckles about how “You should see the other guy, kitty.”

So you don’t back away when he slows the trajectory of your calloused hands and drags them up his body. Your nails are bitten unevenly, some leave scratches on his abs and some don’t. It’s exhilarating to see Rafe Caneron’s thread come undone, to watch as he tilts his head back and sighs. You rest your hands on his pecs and kiss the hollow of his throat before you can stop yourself.

You won’t mention the squeak he tries to stifle with the back of his balled up fist.

You step away from him to be vulnerable in return, his satisfaction is much more evident this time around. He rips your camisole in two and unhooks your bra too well, clearly having had practice. He cups your breasts in his hands with tenderness that you’d think is out of character for him. Rafe doesn’t even honk them in the dude bro way that you’d always assumed he would. No, he… massages the flesh in his palms between slow squeezes.

“Don’t see why you’re so insecure about these, I like them just fine.” He huffs, bending down to motorboat you before pulling you in the shower through his grunts of pain and exertion.

You notice that he doesn’t steal a glance at your pussy, almost like he’s scared of seeing it bare and puffy… and wet.

You like to feel like a boiling lobster in the shower, so you turn the dial the same direction as always. You’re worried that Rafe will hate the sting but when the water hits, he moans with an open mouth, eyes shut tight. Before your next breath, you’re pushed against the wall and now the blood’s in your mouth as you're taken into a french kiss right out the gate.

You go with it against your better judgment, until Rafe pulls away to pant against your collarbone. His next kiss is softer, shy like it’s an unknown thing to the two of you. His lips glide and mesh with yours as the water trails down in between your slick bodies. You feel like you’re going to pass out but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

You open your eyes to see the water at the base of the shower run red, and you lose yourself in the swirling motion until the pop of your honey scented shampoo bottle lid snaps you out of it.

“Turn around kitty, ‘said I'd help you scrub down.”

He’d be embarrassed if you said it, but it’s obvious he’s never done this before. He’s like a bull in a china shop gathering you up in a loose bundle and sloppily spreading the soap throughout it. You stay silent, preferring to bask in the absurdity of it all.

Washing Rafe’s hair takes less time, but like he did when you were cleaning him up earlier, he chooses to stare at you the entire time. You scratch his head to really work the shampoo in there and get the dried blood out, he latches onto your wrists and lets his eyes drift shut. He makes it inconvenient to help him when he kisses your jawline, but you allow it.

“Thanks, you’re pretty good with your hands.” Rafe whispers with a wry grin, pecking your mouth and dropping to his knees. Your pomegranate body wash in his uninjured hand. The amount he squirts onto the dollar store loofah on his other hand is a touch too generous.

You have to replace the hello kitty bandaids when the originals fall off after Rafe steps out of the shower minutes later, he insists on it. You make him lean against the bathroom counter and watch as you take a second shower to clean out the cum, he wears a petulant frown the whole time.

You’re bent over that same counter when you’re back in his orbit, teary eyes wide as he fucks your plush thighs.

The rain turns into a thunderstorm outside.

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maybnksdoll · 2 months

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jj maybank is the type of boyfriend ♡

1. sends pics of him and any of his friends with texts like "bro wants to see u baby"

2. no matter where he is, if hes with you, he will always (i mean ALWAYS) bring his gun in his bag or pockets. even if you tell him to not bring it, he would always excuse himself saying "just in case babydoll, imma not letting any dude touch you".

3. every anniversary he would just make a mess on the kitchen to make only two little cupcakes with pink frosting with tiny flags that says "happy _th aniversary ♡" (frequently he just burns them a little, only a little).

4. he would use cute nicks with u like "babydoll" "little one" "my angel/baby" or "cupcake" just cuz he loves seeing u all shy and blushed.

5. good morning and good night texts, ALWAYS.

6. talking about texts, if youre with your friends (and visceversa) every 10 minutes he would text u like "what is my baby doing".

7. when he used to fight with his father he would just come to your house asking ur parents if youre there, and then goes running to your room and hugs u and cries about the fight.

8. dreams to adopt a puppy with u.

9. actually he teached you how to surf, he would just put you in front of him in his surf board and take your waist UGGGGGHGH i love him.

10. and after it, you two just sit together in the surft board a little far away from the beach and talk about anything.

11. when he goes shopping he has an instinct of what do u want from the supermarket, even if u didnt told him to bring you anything.

12. has a BIG photo album of polaroids of you two on trips, on the twinkie, you two eating etc (im totally sure he has a lot of them he taked of you while you didnt noticed).

13. has your initials on his motorcycle.

14. you two have a "cuddle day" monthly. you two just lie in bed while watching some movie/serie, eating sweet treats and cuddling, literally all day (he takes this day like RELIGIOUSLY)

15. when youre with him and the pogues, they would always tease him cause he always talks about you when youre not there.

this is my first time writing so im sorry if it isnt cute or smthing tot

with love, bunny 🩷

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Hangover Cuddles

masterlist

pairing: jj maybank x female reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, cuddling

summary: jj had gotten wasted at a party last night, he got a bad hangover in the morning and just wants your cuddles

a/n: jj is such a summer bf (obv)

song: looking out for you - joy again

"Ughhhh," JJ groans as he hold his hand to his forehead.

You open your eyes and look at him.

"Stop complaining, you're giving me a headache," you laugh.

"But I don't feel good," he pouts.

"And whose fault is that mister? I tried to stop you from drinking all that alcohol but you said 'I can drink twice this much and be perfectly fine tomorrow morning'," you sigh.

"Why would you listen to me," he dramatically falls back onto the bed before crying out and holding his head.

You start laughing and he covers your mouth.

"Shhh, everything is a bit loud right now"

"Sorry, this is on you," you giggle.

"Whatever," he rolls his eyes.

"I'm going to go though, I'm supposed to be meeting Sarah at the beach in an hour," you tell him and get out of the bed.

"Noo, don't leave me," he frowns reaching out and making grabby hands like a toddler.

"Don't be a baby, I'll only be gone for a few hours"

"But I wan't you all hours of every day, and I want to cuddle you right now"

You sigh with a smile, how could you say no to that.

"Okay, fine, only because you are too adorable," you say booping his nose.

He sits up and crosses his arm as you climb into bed.

"I am not adorable," he pouts at you.

"Yes you are"

"Am not"

"No? Than what are you"

"Hmm, hot, attractive, sexy-"

"JJ! You cocky boy! Do not say what I know you're going to," you cut him off before he makes an inappropriate joke.

"You know me too well," JJ grins, "now come and lay with me"

He lays on the bed and opens his arms for you to crawl into. You do so and relax into his arms that hold you against him.

"I love you so much, you know that," he asks kissing your head.

"I love you more"

"Not possible, sorry for not listening to you last night," he apologizes.

"That's okay, I'm not the one with a killer headache," you grin.

"Hey!" JJ gently hits your arm and tickles your side.

"Just joking!"

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moremaybank · 5 months

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thinking about rafe cameron giving his girl booty rubs. his large palms aren't nearly enough to hold the ample amount of flesh in them. in fact, this is the one time where they're incapable of taking up all the space available. he kneads the doughy flesh with strong hands, pulling them apart so he can sneak a peak at your folds. the more he squeezes and plays with the full cheeks of your bum, the more arousal he watches seep out of your hole. he bites at the cheeks, sinking his teeth deep enough to leave prints behind on your soft skin. he sucks harshly enough to leave behind hickies, slaps them to watch the blood rise to your skin and turn your flesh crimson and raw. his cock grows against his pelvis as it's restrained by the cotton of his boxers, jumping and straining to be nestled in the snug comfort of your sopping walls. he watches with pride as you rut your hips against the mattress beneath you, trying to gain friction against your poor, neglected clit. you whine out for him, begging for him to stop dragging out the foreplay and just satisfy you the way only he knows how. but he denies you as if it's nothing to him. his thumbs string along the insides of your cheeks, each time creeping closer and closer of your pussy. he spreads your folds, watching more slick pool from you until your core looks like a glazed dessert laid out just for him. glistening, awaiting his arrival. he can smell your sweetness, his tastebuds salivating the more he thinks about feeling you coat his tongue. "so wet, angel..." he breathes, the pad of his thumb pushing into you just slightly. "you need daddy's cock that bad?" he rises onto his knees, shoving his boxers out of the way and drawing his cock out. he lines himself up with your entrance. "bet if i just slipped myself inside..." he murmured, narrating his actions as he sheathed himself into you. he hissed in content, closing his eyes as he wet his lips. his balls kissed your bum, and he was elated by the cries escaping you. "see that? yeah. soaked 'n tight 'cause my whore needs to be fucked until she's broken."

concepts ; concepts ii

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ervotica · 1 month

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rafe with a pogue!reader that just says the most out of pocket, ridiculous shit all the time. he’s perpetually exasperated. you’re jj in female form— really, rafe doesn’t know how he ended up liking you in the first place.

this is him when he looks at u btw

you’re so unserious it actually pains him. he bends over to pick his vape up off of the sidewalk and you air-hump him from behind, with sound effects and everything; you've never seen him move faster, and you squeal when he takes your face in his hands, his brow set deep on his forehead, lips pursed. it pushes your cap halfway off of your head, mussing your already frazzled hair.

"hey, idiot. look at me," he barks, expression hardening as you giggle. you smirk, tongue in cheek.

"what?"

"what the fuck is wrong with you? like actually. you're so fucking weird," he seethes through gritted teeth, unaware of the group of pogues that watch, barely concealing their laughter; you shrug innocently, putting on your best doe eyes for your grumpy boyfriend.

"what are you talking about? i didn't do anything!"

"oh, you didn't do anything?" he parrots; it's something out of a cartoon, truly– his reddened face, pinched features. if you look closely enough, you're sure you'd see steam curling out of his ears.

"nope." you pop the p and he pushes closer to you, crowding your personal space.

"you're a little fucking freak, you know that? you need psychological help."

"yeah, that's fucking rich," you snort, patting his cheek in condescension. you bite his finger when he reaches for your face again. "quit it!" you garble around the digit.

"i can't." he throws his hands up, exasperated as he strides away. "i can't with you."

you grin, scampering after him as he paces. you're bursting at the seams with childlike amusement, skipping happily until you lace your fingers through rafe's. he grumbles something rather unsavoury but still tucks you beneath his arm, scowling as you needle your way into his side.

"gonna be the death of me, kid."

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valeskafics · 2 months

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"Just A Kiss" - JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

a/n: hello my loves! first time writing for jj - i'd like to dedicate this one to my bestie @targaryenbarbie for convincing me to do it hehe ily chris 🩷

Summary: Your and JJ's "friendship" takes an interesting turn.

Word Count: 4,535

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, alcohol consumption, oral m receiving, p in v sex, unprotected sex, minor angst

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

JJ Maybank has a skill set that very few others on the island possess. Specifically, the ability to piss you off without managing to say a single word. Just his presence alone can get your blood boiling. The unfortunate part of it all is that he’s constantly over at the Chateau, hanging out with your brother. You’re unlucky enough to be John B’s younger twin, making your hatred for JJ more than a little bit awkward.

The smug little shit always seems to have some fucking comment about you - what you’re wearing, what you’re watching or reading, it’s like he has a word limit he has to hit every day when it comes to annoying you. And today is no exception. You lay down on your bed, working on your chemistry homework, balancing equation after equation, when you hear the door open. Judging by the obnoxiously heavy footsteps, you know it’s not your brother. You inhale sharply through your nose, feeling JJ’s gaze on you. There he goes, doing it again. Annoying you without even speaking.

“Why are you here, Maybank?”

He flops onto your bed beside you and you can practically hear the grin on his face, “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you. Also, John B says he left his Switch in here.”

You turn, giving him an annoyed glare, “Are you wearing your outside clothes on my clean bed?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” he replies lazily, scrolling through his phone, “Have you seen it or not?”

“I haven’t seen his stupid Nintendo, now get out of my room.”

JJ snickers, scooting even closer to you, “Wow, do you ever do anything but get pissy all the time?”

“I dunno, do you do anything except hang around my brother and smoke weed all the time?”

“Toosh.”

You give him an unimpressed look before sighing and correcting him, “Touché.”

“Whatever,” he shrugs, shoving his phone in his pocket and giving you a cheeky little smile, “Anyway, I’m surprised you even know what weed smells like. You’re supposed to be the good Routledge. Little Miss Perfect who’s never done anything wrong in her entire life.”

“It smells like a skunk,” you reply, giving him a saccharine sweet smile, “Like you, Pepe Le Pew.”

JJ clutches his chest, pretending like you’ve really injured him with that before snickering, “You know, this could be an actual civil conversation if you weren’t so bitchy.”

“No way,” you gasp, feigning shock, “It could?”

“Okay, since you wanna be such a little smartass, I’m going to take my sweet time getting off your pretty little bed.”

You scowl, turning to face him, watching as he nuzzles up against one of your pillows, “I swear to God, Maybank, if you don’t get out of my room, I’m gonna tell John B all about the time you broke his skateboard and said it was Sarah’s brother.”

“And I could just tell him you’ve been sneaking out at night to see that Kook boyfriend of yours.”

You freeze in place, feeling like you’ve been sucker punched in the gut as you croak out, “What.”

JJ leans in close to you, brushing your hair off your shoulder, the close proximity making you shiver ever so slightly. He tucks your hair behind your ear, fingertips tracing your cheek, down to your jaw, then your neck. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low whisper, barely audible.

“Did I hit a sore spot? Do you want me to pretend I didn’t notice that little hickey?”

“Fuck off,” you mutter, your annoyance growing with every passing minute, “You’re just pressed that Topper’s hotter than you could ever be.”

“Oh, please,” JJ scoffs, continuing to play with your hair, twirling it around his finger, a lazy smile on his face, “I know I’m way hotter than him. You’re the pressed one here, sweetheart, keeping secrets from your twin. I’m sure he’d just love to know all about you and your little Kook lover.”

Your lips curl back in a sneer as you reply, “Are you 80 or Taylor Swift? Because no one else says ‘lover’, JJ.”

He tugs at your hair, grinning like a little kid, “Well, I don’t know. Ask your boy toy.”

You smack his hand away, grimacing slightly, “Fine. I won’t mention the skateboard, you won’t mention Topper. Do we have a deal?”

“Hm, tempting…” JJ trails off, shuffling closer to you again, much to your chagrin, “You know, Topper isn’t all that great, and I mean, JJ is right here.”

“Why are you referring to yourself in the third person?” You question, “Also I hate you.”

“C’mon, you know JJ is perfect,” he taunts, poking your side, “What’re you so serious about anyway? You got a hot date with Topper after this, huh? Gonna go for a ride in his truck and look at the stars or somethin’?”

“Yes, you ass, I have a date with Topper,” you snap, slamming your textbook shut, “Are you planning on leaving anytime soon?”

“Ooooh, a date with your little Kook? You think he’s gonna let you sit on his lap? Give you a kiss on the cheek before dropping you home? Or is Little Miss Perfect gonna let her Kook lover do more than that? Come on, you’ve known me a long time, you can tell me.”

You lean in close, as if you’re about to tell him some great secret before, suddenly? You shove him off the bed, grinning to yourself as he lands on the floor with a quiet thud.

“Out!”

“Fine, fine, I’m leaving! Have fun with Topper, you little Kook lover.” You toss a pillow at his retreating form, hitting him square in the back, glowering when he turns back and speaks, “Wow, I’m surprised you can throw something other than a hissy fit.”

And there it is. The straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back. You let out an inhuman shriek and lunge at JJ, tackling him to the floor. He lets out an “oof” as he hits the floor, lifting his arms to block your hands as you smack him.

“You’re such a fucking dick, JJ!”

“Oooh, resorting to violence now,” he mocks, flipping the two of you over so he has you pinned to the ground, “Didn’t know my baby girl could do that!”

“Ew, I am not your baby girl,” you all but growl, wrinkling your nose in annoyance as you continue to try and slap him.

But JJ keeps blocking your hits, eventually grabbing your wrists to pin them over your head, staring into your eyes as he gazes down at you, that stupid little smirk on his face as he taunts, “Wow, someone’s angry.”

You continue thrashing against him, like some sort of caged animal, a snarl on your face that has him grinning like the cat who got the canary, “Get the fuck off-”

“Or what?”

“Or… Ugh!”

JJ leans in, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours as he murmurs, “So, what are you gonna do now, Kook lov-OOF!”

He’s cut off by you moving your hips, using all your strength to flip the two of you over so that you’re on top once again, snickering as you mock him, “You talk too much, sucka!”

His eyes widen, “Woah, damn lil mama, you’re kinda a freak-”

“Ew.” You roll your eyes, getting off of him, hands on your hips as you demand, “Okay, now seriously, get out. I need to change.”

JJ fixes his hat, giving you a quick once-over before questioning, “Wow, gonna wear a fancy dress for your fancy date with your fancy Kook?”

“Why are you being such a dick?”

“Because you’re such an easy target. Also, you look hot as fuck when you’re angry.”

You scowl, slamming the door behind him and letting out an indignant shriek, “And stay out!”

As you sneak past John B’s room, you let out a sigh of relief when you see that he’s too busy playing on his Switch to give a shit what you’re doing. You’re almost at the front door, home free, ready to turn the handle and get into Topper’s truck which is parked around back, when you hear that fucking infuriating voice.

“Off to see the Kook?”

You visibly cringe, turning around to see JJ, leaning against the wall, those blue eyes trailing up and down your body. Though you’re wearing your favorite little black dress, you may as well be naked with the way he’s looking at you.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sure he’s going to like that outfit.”

Picking up on the sarcasm in JJ’s voice, you scowl, glowering up at him, “What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s just, Topper likes his girls pure and innocent,” JJ runs the back of his hand along your bare arm, leaving goosebumps in his wake, though you do your best not to show your excitement, “And you’re definitely trying to look all sexy and shit.”

“Sounds like a him problem,” you reply airily, hanging your purse on your shoulder, waiting for JJ to get to the point.

He leans forward, resting his forearm against the doorframe, moving to caress your cheek, “But I like girls who try to be sexy.”

You smack his hand away, mumbling, “Stop it.”

“I kinda like when you’re hostile.”

The moment is charged, the air between the two of you thick with tension. This is more intimate than it has a right to be, JJ’s face just inches from yours, your breath mingling with his.

“JJ, quit it,” you murmur.

“Make me.”

The spell is broken when your phone goes off, a text from Topper asking if you’re ready to go. You turn your back to JJ, opening the door.

“Tell John B I’ll be back by 11.”

As you walk out to Topper’s car, you hear a voice behind you call out, “Still waiting for you to make me quit, baby girl.”

Unsurprisingly, when you return home from your date, JJ is laying there on the couch, scrolling through his phone. You want to tell him off for having his shoes on with his feet up, but you’re too tired.

“Someone’s still here,” you mutter.”

“Wow, you look pissed,” JJ smirks, “Did Topper not put out?”

“Fuck off, Maybank.”

JJ laughs, getting up and following you as you go to grab a drink from the fridge, “So the little Kook didn’t satisfy you, huh? Poor baby.”

“Oh, he satisfied me just fine.”

“Really? Then why are you so pissy?”

“Because the first thing I see when I get back to my house is your smug fuckin’ face,” you retort, stopping in your tracks and turning to glare at him.

JJ raises his eyebrows, lips parted in surprise for a moment before he grins, “That was pretty good. But did Topper really satisfy you?”

“Yup. He dicked me down real good.”

“Oh, wow…” JJ mumbles, looking somewhat impressed and a bit… Jealous? “You really aren’t the little angel John B thinks you are.”

“Nope.”

“What’s going on out here? You two have a lover’s spat again?”

You glance over and see your brother emerging from his room, wanting to know what all the ruckus is about. You give him a quick wave before gesturing toward JJ.

“No, your best friend is just being a loser and not leaving me alone.”

“JJ, leave my little sister alone.”

“Yeah, JJ,” you echo, sticking your tongue out at him, “Leave his little sister alone.”

JJ rolls his eyes, flopping back down onto the couch, “I’m just minding my own business, chilling on the couch, okay? Jesus, woman.”

You take your own seat, opening the beer you grabbed from the fridge and sigh, taking a long sip. John B seems to notice that something’s wrong, and moves to sit on the chair beside you, regarding you with a concerned look, one that only he’s capable of giving.

“How was the date, bub?” He asks.

You decide that even though John B doesn’t know the guy you were seeing was Topper, he’s your twin. Your other half. Your best friend. He’s the best person to comfort you right now even if he doesn’t know all the details.

“Fine,” you pause before adding quietly, “Um, not fine, actually. We broke up.”

John B frowns and JJ’s head snaps up, watching the two of you as the former questions worriedly, “What? Why? I thought you really liked this guy?”

“He…” Your voice cracks slightly, “He likes someone else.”

“Oh, bubby,” he sighs, wrapping his arm around you, pressing an almost fatherly kiss to your forehead, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m tougher than you think, ya know.”

“Don’t be like that,” John B smiles, pinching your cheek, making you wince, his voice gentle as he comforts you, “You’re a pain in the ass, I have no reluctance in telling you that. But I can also tell you this douchebag is never going to find a pain in the ass better than you.”

You grin at him, resting your head on your brother’s shoulder, “Guess you’re the only guy I can really count on. And Pope.” You pause before gesturing toward JJ, “And that creature.”

JJ snorts out a laugh at the moniker while John B shakes his head, “Yeah, bub, you’ll always have us. Pogue for life.”

“Fuck the Kooks,” you nod in agreement before tossing a cushion at JJ, “You’re quiet. No smart ass comment?”

He scoffs, tossing it back at you, “What? Am I not allowed to be silent for a couple of seconds?”

You and John B exchange a look before chorusing, “No. It’s you.”

“Oh, God, not the twin thing,” JJ groans, “You’re like the two little girls from The Shining. It’s creepy.”

John B arches a brow before turning to you, the two of you grinning at each other before moving to tickle JJ, chanting in unison, “Come and play with us, JJ, forever and ever and ever…”

He bursts into laughter, squirming away from the two of you, you and John B only granting him mercy when he falls onto the floor with a thud. John B says that he has to be at work early in the morning to clean Mr. Cameron’s boat, so you two bid him goodnight. The minute he’s gone, JJ grabs your beer and takes a long sip from it, earning an annoyed glare from you.

“Hey!”

“What, you gonna hit me again?” He asks, taking another sip.

“When did I hit you, JJ?”

“Oh, so you don’t remember smacking me in the face after I basically told you I liked you? Man, that date musta really got to you.”

You look at him, frowning slightly as he presses the beer bottle back into your hand. You’re quiet for a beat before speaking up.

“You never told me you liked me.”

“Wow, did you hit your head getting out of Topper’s fuck ass car?” JJ teases, “Because I’m pretty sure my lips were like an inch away from yours, sweetheart.”

“That doesn’t mean you told me you liked me, dumbass!”

“I was clearly leaning in to kiss you, how was that not telling you I liked you?!”

“I don’t know, I thought you were gonna give me a noogie or something!”

JJ gives you an incredulous look, “So the thought of me kissing you didn’t go through that pretty little head? Man, you really are naive.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

“Come over here and make me,” he challenges, arching an eyebrow.

Well, you’ve never been one to resist a good challenge. You walk over to him, glaring down at him, your arms crossed.

“Fine! Shut up!”

“Or what?” JJ teases, pulling you down onto the couch beside him by the hips, a little grin playing on his lips, “You gonna slap me again?”

“Maybe!”

He leans in closer, his lips hovering over yours, your eyes meeting as he breathes against you, “Then shut me up.”

“I will… Just, gimme a second. Jesus,” you mumble, fidgeting a bit, eyes darting around nervously.

“Are you nervous? It’s just a kiss.”

“With my brother’s best friend,” you point out, “Who I’ve known since I was born. And hated almost as long as that.”

“And?” He teases, “What’s wrong with that? It’s just a kiss.”

“That’s the thing, JJ. If I start kissing you…” You trail off, your voice faltering slightly.

JJ moves his hands to cup your face, urging you to continue, “Go on, what happens if you start kissing me, sweetheart?”

“I might not be able to stop.”

His face brightens at your words as he rests his forehead against yours, “I’m not hearing any negatives there, baby.”

“Yeah, but, your and John B’s friendship-”

“Could probably survive a nuclear holocaust,” he cuts you off, “And this kiss? The one that you’re so afraid of? Sweetheart, it might turn into something amazing.”

“Okay,” you whisper, letting out a shaky breath, “Um, here goes nothing, I guess.”

JJ nods, laughing softly, his breath tickling your face, “Yeah, here goes nothing.”

Your eyes close slowly as you lean in closer and closer. JJ stays still, his gaze half-lidded as he stares at you, wanting you to set the pace, giving you every opportunity to pull away if you change your mind. And there’s something so heartbreakingly sweet about that. The fact that he respects you enough to let you dictate how this happens. You rest a hand on his cheek, and JJ leans into your touch, like a flower leaning toward the sun, craving the warmth of your palm against his skin. Your eyes finally shut as your lips press against his.

It’s slow at first, hesitant, and yet so very sweet. You’re surprised at how soft JJ’s lips are, how gentle he is. But the thing is, what you want right now? It isn’t for him to be gentle. So, you nip at his lower lip, making him gasp slightly, pushing your tongue into his mouth. And then you feel it. The way his muscles tense. The change in the air as he crushes your body to his, kissing you ravenously, like he’s been waiting for this moment all of his life. Your hands move to his hair, grabbing his hat and tossing it aside, running your fingers through his blond curls, tugging gently.

“JJ,” you murmur between kisses, “Your lips are really soft…”

“Why thank you,” he laughs, pressing his lips to yours again, pulling you onto his lap and wrapping his arms around your waist. He moves to press a kiss to your neck, mumbling against your skin, “Yours are soft too. And sweet.”

“Thanks,” you whisper against his lips, “It’s Burt’s Bees.”

The two of you exchange a smile and giggle before kissing again, one of his arms holding your waist while his free hand tangles in your hair. After a while, when the two of you need to catch your breath, he pulls away, brushing his thumb against your cheekbone.

“Wow, that was…”

“Yeah,” you smile in agreement, turning away, “It was.”

Just as you’re about to get up, JJ grabs your hand, pulling you back to him, a pleading look in his eyes as he whispers, “Can I get one more kiss?”

“Jeez, so needy…”

“Shut up,” JJ mumbles, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for another kiss, holding you even closer, kissing you like he has no intention of ever stopping.

“JJ,” you manage to eke out between kisses, “What does this make us?”

JJ laughs it off, giving your side a gentle squeeze, “You don’t need to overthink, baby. It’s just a kiss.”

“Just a kiss,” you repeat, scoffing slightly and pulling away, “Just a kiss?”

“Uh, yeah?”

You scowl, getting off of the couch, shooting him an annoyed glare, “Everything’s so fucking simple to you, isn’t it? Just a kiss.”

JJ’s smile drops as he watches you storm off to your room, hearing you slam the door shut. He scrambles to his feet, grabbing his hat off the floor as he races to your room. He tries to open the door, but you’ve of course locked it. JJ knocks.

“Go away!”

JJ rests his head against the door, sighing, “Come on, I’m sorry.”

There’s a hint of desperation in his voice, one that makes you feel slightly vindicated as you call back, “No. You’re not.”

He groans, his head hitting the door gently, voice muffled, “Ugh, can we at least talk?”

“That’s what we’re doing right now, genius.”

“Okay, but like, can I come in?”

“No, talk from there.”

JJ inhales sharply through his nose, frustrated, before speaking, “Fine then. Okay, so uh… I do like you. Always have. But I never made a move because you’re my best friend’s sister. And that kiss? Like, yeah, it was just a kiss. But it almost was a lot more than that. Cuz it made me realize that I don’t want this to be just a kiss.”

“Then why were you such a dick?!” You exclaim, “Going all ‘Ooo, you don’t need to overthink, baby’. What the hell was that?”

He groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I panicked, alright! I didn’t wanna seem like I was overdoing it if you didn’t feel the same way. So I acted like an ass.”

JJ is surprised when you actually open the door, an annoyed glare still on your face as you declare, “You didn’t act like an ass. You were an ass.”

“Okay, fine, I was an ass!” He fiddles with his cap, avoiding your gaze, “But I’m an ass who likes you. And wants to know if you wanna make this more than just a kiss. And make it a thing.”

You bite the inside of your cheek to hold back the goofy smile threatening to spread across your face, “I dunno, I’ll have to check my day planner…”

JJ pinches your nose, making you squeal slightly, laughing, “Smartass. I swear, you might just drive me crazy, you know that?” His face turns a bit serious for a moment before he asks, “Do you wanna keep this a secret from John B and the others? Or do you wanna be official?”

You think about it for a moment before deciding, “Let’s just… Enjoy each other for a while. See how this goes. Then we can tell everyone.”

He nods, giving you a warm smile, “Okay. And another question-”

“Is this an interrogation or something?”

JJ lands a smack on your butt, grinning at the way you yelp, “I wanted to ask if I can kiss you again. So can I?”

“Well, ‘can I’ is asking if you’re able to. ‘May I’ is asking the question-”

He presses a finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up as he leans in and whispers, “May I kiss you?”

“You may,” you whisper, his lips finding yours again.

You wrap your arms around his neck, the two of you falling backward onto your bed, JJ on top of you. You tug at his shirt eagerly, grabbing his hat and placing it on your nightstand, pulling him in closer by the strap of his necklace. JJ tosses his shirt aside, hands moving toward your thighs, squeezing you gently. You sit up, letting him help you pull it up over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. JJ moves off of you, tugging his cargo shorts down his hips, his boxers along with them. You sit up on your knees, moving toward him, your hand reaching toward his cock. His head falls back as you grip it with one soft hand, stroking gently, running your thumb along the most prominent vein.

JJ grits his teeth, watching as you lean in, your tongue darting out to lap at the tip of his cock, spreading the pre cum that’s already leaking from him. His hand moves to collect your hair into a makeshift ponytail, watching as you take his cock into your mouth. You gaze up at him, your lashes fluttering as you hollow your cheeks, taking him in far enough to hit the back of your throat. Your mouth is so fucking wet and warm that JJ doesn’t know what he can do except twist his hand in your hair and buck his hips slightly as you suck him off. Your hands move to cup his balls, squeezing gently, massaging them, before you pull your mouth off his cock, replacing it with one of your hands as you mouth at his balls. JJ lets out a low moan of your name, his free hand tugging at his own hair, the feeling of your mouth being almost too much for him.

Just as he feels his body tighten, about to reach his end, He pulls away, pinning you back down to the bed, a grin on his face, “Nah. Nah, baby, I’m not letting the fun end this soon.”

He moves to undo your bra, tossing the offending garment aside, replacing the fabric with his hands, cupping your tits, massaging them and pinching at your nipples, smirking as they pebble against his fingers. Your panties are the next to go, flung halfway across the room with little regard as he slaps his cockhead against your clit. JJ can’t get enough of the way your face twists at the sensation, slipping the head of his cock inside you. You squeeze around him so fucking tight that he wonders if he’ll even be able to fuck you. But as you relax, he pushes in, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside of you.

You pull him in by the necklace again, something he’s finding to be one of his favorite pastimes, meeting his lips in a heated kiss. JJ begins to slot his hips against yours, feeling your warm, wet pussy squeezing around him. You moan into his mouth, his breath seeping into yours as your arms wrap around each other’s.

Are the two of you being too loud? Yes. Do you care? Absolutely not.

“Feels so fucking good,” JJ rasps against your ear, “Feels perfect. I fuckin’ love you.”

His words make you freeze for a moment, the two of you gazing into each other’s eyes as you whisper, “I love you too, JJ Maybank,” you whisper, nuzzling your nose against his, pressing your lips to his jaw, “I love you too.”

JJ grins, moving again, holding your body tightly against his, his chest pressed against yours as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. He can feel that you’re close, how you’re squeezing him like a vice, how he can barely fucking move, you being so tight. It’s like heaven on earth for him. He hears the mewl of his name you let out as you reach your high, your head falling back against your pillow as he fucks you through it, pulling out to spill himself on your stomach.

He collapses beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

The two of you lay like that, in comfortable silence for a long moment before JJ speaks, “Crazy that it started with just a kiss.”

“Shut the fuck up and cuddle me.”

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