Teenage Dirtbag IX (JJ Maybank X Reader X Rafe Cameron)

they are obx. carried the whole show. And this damned season. my cameron siblings :(

this is gonna live rent free in my head for the foreseeable future btw!!

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𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚄 & 𝙵𝙸𝙲 - 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 #2

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢/𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚖𝚍𝚗𝚒, 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕-𝚖, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚢)

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𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 <3

𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎… 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

It had been a rollercoaster these past few months. The kind that had shaken both of you to the core. But now, as the dust settled, things were finally starting to feel like they could go back to normal. The accusations against Rafe had been false, his name cleared, his family in custody, and the tension that had been hanging between you both for days had dissolved into a sense of relief.

Tonight, the whole crew—JJ, Kie, Sarah, John B, Pope, Cleo, Topper, and Kelce—were out at a local restaurant celebrating the victory. You and Rafe sat at the center of the table, everyone laughing, joking, and teasing each other like they always did.

It felt like old times. A sense of normalcy returning to your life. But there was an undercurrent of emotion inside you. You couldn’t stop glancing at Rafe, your heart swelling with love and guilt all at once. Love because of the way he looked at you, his eyes soft and full of warmth. Guilt because, for a moment, you had doubted him, and that thought made your stomach turn. And then, there was the quiet simmering rage toward his mother and stepfather—the people who had caused so much turmoil in his life.

“Hey, you two!” JJ said, raising his glass of beer in the air. “How about a toast to clearing your name and getting back to doing whatever it is you two do best?”

The table erupted in cheers. You clinked your glass with Rafe’s, your fingers brushing his as you held it up. Rafe flashed you a grin, his expression playful but tender.

“You sure?” You teased, trying to sound casual. “It’s a completely common thing, getting to celebrate clearing your name after being accused of… well, you know. Nothing to cheers over." The group laughs at your sarcasm.

Rafe smirked, leaning in closer. “I’ll take any excuse to drink with you, babe,” he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear.

You smiled, the warmth of his words melting any lingering doubts. Both of you moving in to share a kiss. It deepening quickly as you forget where you are.

“Okay, okay,” Sarah interjected interrupting you, her voice a little too loud as she waved her hand dramatically. “Now that we’ve got the formalities out of the way, let’s talk about something important—who’s going to win in a rematch between Rafe and JJ in pool? Place your bets!”

“Definitely not Rafe,” JJ said, shaking his head. “He’s got no chance against me.”

Rafe laughed, an almost mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re delusional, JJ. I’ll be taking that victory home, no problem.”

John B grinned. “This is gonna be good. I wanna see this.”

The whole table erupted into laughter as the conversation turned to playful jabs about past pool games and who had the best shot. But all the while, your gaze kept drifting back to Rafe. He was laughing, joking, but you could see the subtle relief in his posture—he was no longer carrying the weight of false accusations on his shoulders.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been lost in your thoughts when Cleo nudged you gently. “You okay? You’ve been staring at Rafe all night,” she said with a sly smile.

Your cheeks flushed slightly. “Yeah, just… a lot on my mind. I guess I’m just happy things are back to normal.”

“I can tell,” she said with a wink. “Just don’t get too lost in him. We’ve got the whole night ahead of us.”

You laughed, a little too loudly, and nodded. “I’ll try not to.”

But deep down, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection every time your eyes met his. It was like all the pieces were falling back into place. The stress, the doubt, the fear—it was all fading, and the relief was almost too much to bear. You still hated his mother and stepfather for everything they put him through, for trying to tear you two apart. But tonight, it didn’t matter. You had Rafe, and that was enough.

The night continued, the laughter and joking never stopping. At one point, Topper even stood up and did an exaggerated version of an old dance move, which had everyone in stitches. Rafe, grinning from ear to ear, leaned over to you and whispered, “Can you believe we’re here, celebrating this?”

You took a deep breath, the weight of everything lifting off your shoulders. “I’m just glad we’re here. Together.”

“And I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

Later that night, as you and Rafe walked back to your car, hand in hand, the world felt lighter. You felt a burst of anticipation growing inside you. There were things you wanted to say, things you needed to say. Emotions that had been bottled up too long. The guilt, the anger, the frustration—it was all about to be released.

The house was eerily quiet, empty except for you and Rafe. Noelle was staying over at your cousin’s house for the night, and that gave you the perfect opportunity to finally let loose and express everything you had been holding in. Tonight, it was just the two of you—and nothing else mattered.

As soon as Rafe unlocked the front door, you didn’t hesitate. You shoved the door open, grabbed him by the back of the neck, and pulled him inside. His surprised expression shifted into one of excitement as you pressed your lips to his, silencing any questions with the intensity of your kiss.

He responded immediately, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. You backed him up into the living room, never once breaking the kiss, your hearts pounding in sync. He stumbled slightly, and you took the opportunity to push him down onto the couch, his back hitting the cushions with a soft thud.

Rafe looked up at you, breathless and grinning. “You sure know how to make an entrance,” he said, his voice rough.

You smiled wickedly, running your fingers through his hair. “Just getting started,” you whispered, your voice low with a mix of affection and desire.

Rafe’s grin widened, his hands trailing down to your hips, pulling you to straddle him. “Well, I’m all yours,” he murmured, his eyes darkening with intent.

You leaned down, hands resting on his thighs, pressing your lips against his again, this time slower, more deliberate. The world outside felt so distant, the only thing that mattered was him—the way he kissed you back, the way his hands gripped you as if he never wanted to let go. You had so much to say, so much to release, but for now, this moment—this feeling—was enough.

You pulled back slightly, your forehead resting against his as you caught your breath. “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” you admitted quietly. “About how much I want you right now.”

Rafe’s chest rose and fell with the same urgency, his eyes meeting yours with that familiar intensity. “I’ve been thinking about it too,” he confessed, his fingers trailing down your spine.

You smiled softly, your heart fluttering. There was so much to say, so much to share, but right now, this was all that mattered. You let the weight of the moment wash over you, savoring the connection between you two, the undeniable spark that had never really faded.

“You’re mine,” you murmured, claiming him in a way that felt like both a promise and a declaration a reminder of everything you've gone through recently.. “And I’m not letting go.”

Rafe’s lips curled into a satisfied grin as he pulled you closer. “Never wanted you to.”

Rafe’s eyes never left you as you stood up, your fingers working quickly to remove your clothing. The look of surprise in his eyes shifted to something deeper, something primal. When you slipped off your last piece, standing before him only in your lingerie and heels, his breath caught.

“You… didn’t tell me about this part,” he said, his voice husky with desire, his eyes darkening as they roamed over your body. He looked like he wanted to reach out, touch you, but you held up a hand, signaling for him to wait.

You took a slow step toward him, a wicked grin curling on your lips. “This night is all about you, Rafe,” you said, your voice low and seductive. “About your win.”

Rafe’s breath hitched, and he nodded without a word, his hands already moving to undo the buttons of his shirt. You watched him intently as he stripped away his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers. His chest was bare, his muscles rippling with every movement, and the sight of him made your pulse quicken.

As he finished, he started to stand up, but you quickly stepped forward, a firm hand on his chest, pushing him back down into the couch. His eyes searched yours, confused but trusting, and you could see the heat building in him.

“No,” you said firmly, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart. “This is about you tonight. You sit here and let me take care of everything. I’m going to show you just how much you mean to me.”

He leaned back, his eyes locking with yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “I like the sound of that,” he murmured, but there was something in his gaze that told you he was willing to let you take control, to let you set the pace for the night.

This wasn’t just about passion—it was about reclaiming what was rightfully his, what was rightfully yours. It was about power, trust, and desire. And tonight, everything was going to be just as you wanted.

You took a deep breath, watching the fire in his eyes flicker as you stepped closer, ready to begin your celebration.

You drop to your knees in front of Rafe and run your hands up and down his thighs, until you reach all the way up and wrap your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them off.

As you pulled his boxers off, Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with anticipation. You could see the tension in his body, the way his muscles flexed as he waited for your next move. You slowly trailed your hands back down his thighs, feeling the softness of his skin, the gentle curve of his muscles.

"Fuck, I've missed this," Rafe whispered, his voice low and husky.

Your fingers danced across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. Rafe's breath caught in his throat as you leaned in, your lips brushing against the tip of his erection. He let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the sensation.

"You have no idea how much I've missed it," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

You wrapped your lips around him, taking him deep into your mouth. Rafe's hands instinctively went to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided you. But you were in control, setting the pace, determining the depth and the pressure.

"Oh, god, yes," Rafe moaned, his hips rising to meet you. "Just like that."

As you moved up and down, Rafe's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure. You could feel his thighs trembling with restraint. You reached up, your hands cupping his balls, gently massaging them as you continued to suck.

"Fuck, you're going to make me come," Rafe warned, his voice strained.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Not yet," you said, your voice firm.

Rafe's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. "You're killing me," he whispered.

You slowed your pace, teasing him with gentle licks and soft sucks. Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with desire.

"Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Please don't stop."

You smiled, your lips still wrapped around him. "I won't stop until you're begging for mercy," you replied, your voice husky.

Rafe's eyes flashed with excitement, and he leaned back, his hands falling to his sides as he let you take control. You could see the trust in his eyes, the knowledge that you were in charge, and he was yours to command.

As you continued to suck, Rafe's moans grew louder, his body tensing with pleasure. You could feel his thighs trembling with restraint, his hips rising to meet you.

"Oh, god, yes," Rafe whispered, his voice strained. "I'm going to come."

You looked up at him, your eyes locking with his. "Come for me," you said, your voice husky.

Rafe squeeze his eyes shut and he let out a low groan as he came, his cum filling your mouth. You swallowed, feeling the warmth spread through you, and then you stood up, a smile on your face.

Rafe's eyes never left yours, his gaze burning with desire. "You're amazing," he whispered.

You reached down, your hands slipping under the hem and pulled off your panties. Rafe's eyes widened as you straddled him, your legs wrapping around his hips. Unhooking your bra as you settled in his lap.

"I'm not done with you yet," you said, your voice firm.

Rafe's hands went to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as you lined him up to your entrance. You could feel his cock, already hard again and ready, and you sank down onto him, feeling him fill you.

"Oh, god," Rafe whispered, his eyes closing as you began to bounce on his cock.

You leaned forward, your hands on his chest, and rode him, feeling the pleasure build inside you. Rafe's hands went to your breasts, his fingers tweaking your nipples, and you let out a low moan. You let your hair fall around you, creating a curtain of privacy around the two of you. Rafe's eyes locked with yours, his gaze burning with desire, and you could feel the connection between you, the spark of attraction that seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. The one that's always been there but reignited again after everything.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Rafe whispered, his eyes opening to lock with yours.

You smiled, your eyes never leaving his. "You feel so fucking good," you replied, your voice husky.

"Oh, god," Rafe's voice strained. "You're going to make me come again."

As you continued to ride him, Rafe's hands went back to your hips, his fingers guiding you, helping you set the pace. You could feel the pleasure building inside you, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you came.

As you rode him, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable. You leaned forward again, your lips brushing against Rafe's ear, and whispered, "I'm going to come."

"Come for me," Rafe whispered, his voice strained. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

As you reached the peak, your body surrendered to the intense sensation, shuddering with release. Rafe's hands grasped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he felt your inner muscles contract around him.

In the same moment, Rafe's body began to stiffen, his cock surging with renewed arousal. You felt him twitching inside of you.

"Come with me." The words sparked a fierce response, and Rafe's body erupted in a frenzy of pleasure, his cum filling you as he reached his own climax.

The dual release created a whirlpool of sensation, a swirling vortex of pleasure that swept you both up in its depths. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythmic contractions of your inner muscles milking Rafe's cock as he emptied himself into you. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a delicious overload of pleasure that left you both breathless and trembling with aftershocks.

As you both settle from your highs, Rafe's hand strokes your lower back as his head hangs off the back of the couch as he tries to catch his breath. Your hands sit on his shoulders and your thumbs draw circles on sweat slicked skin.

"Y'know, this isn't just my win, right?" Rafe asks as he lifts his head back up, looking into your eyes.

"What do you mean?" You ask through a curious smile.

"You've been so strong through all of this, whether you think so or not, this is your win too baby. You didn't have to end up here with me like this. I want to do something for you too." Rafe said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

He lifts you off of him standing up and setting you back down on the couch on your knees, your upper half hanging on the back.

As Rafe's words hung in the air, you felt a shiver run down your spine. You looked back at him, your eyes locking with his, and saw the intensity burning within them. "You're going to fuck me again?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe's smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with desire. "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before," he promised, his hand stroking his cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You've been so strong for No, taking care of her and putting her needs before your own. Tonight, is about you to. Tonight, you get to let go and just feel."

You felt a surge of excitement at his words, your body already responding to the promise of pleasure. "I want that," you whispered, your voice husky with desire.

Rafe's eyes flashed with heat, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to give it to you," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll forget your own name."

As he spoke, his hand caressed your ass, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheeks and sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself leaning back into his touch, your body arching towards him like a cat seeking attention.

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Rafe's laughter was low and husky, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh, baby," he whispered, "You're gonna love this."

"Ah, fuck," Rafe growled, his voice low and husky, as he slipped his cock into you from behind. You felt him fill you, his thickness stretching you to the limit, and you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

"Yes, yes, yes," you whispered, pushing back into him, urging him to start moving.

Rafe didn't need any further encouragement. He began to pound into you, his hips slamming into your ass with a relentless rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself being driven forward, your upper body bending over the back of the couch as Rafe's hands grasped your hips, holding you in place.

Just as you were getting into the rhythm, Rafe's hand reached up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and straining your neck. You felt a surge of pain mixed with pleasure as you were forced to look back at him, your eyes locking with his.

"Look at me," Rafe growled, his eyes blazing with intensity. "I want to see your face when you come."

You couldn't help but obey, your eyes fixed on his as he continued to pound into you. His other hand reached around, his fingers rough and insistent as they rubbed your clit. You felt yourself building towards another climax, your body trembling with anticipation.

"Come on, baby," Rafe urged, his voice low and husky. "Come for me again."

You didn't need any further encouragement. As Rafe's fingers rubbed your clit, you felt yourself tumbling over the edge, your body shuddering with pleasure as you came for the second time. Your legs weakened, shaking beneath you as you felt Rafe's cum spill into you once again.

"Ah, fuck," Rafe groaned, his body stiffening as he came, his hips jerking forward in a final, spasmodic thrust. "Your pussy is so perfect, you're so hot...I couldn't hold back."

As he spoke, his hand released your hair, and you felt yourself collapse forward, your upper body slumping over the back of the couch. Rafe's arms wrapped around you, holding you in place as you both caught your breath, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasms.

"Fuck, that was good," Rafe whispered, his voice muffled against your ear. "You're so beautiful when you come."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure wash over you.

As the last of the tremors subsided, Rafe gently lifted you up and laid you down on the couch, his body spooning yours as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt a sense of comfort and security wash over you, your body relaxing into his as you both caught your breath.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness wash over you. It had been months since you'd felt this way, months since you'd felt like you could just let go and be yourself. But with Rafe, you felt like you could be vulnerable, like you could trust him to take care of you.

You snuggled deeper into his arms, feeling his warmth and his heartbeat against your back. His hand stroked your hair, gentle and soothing, and you felt your eyelids growing heavy.

"I'm so glad we're here again," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Rafe's arms tightened around you, holding you close. "Me too," he whispered back. "I've missed you so much."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you thought about how much you'd missed him too. But for now, you just wanted to be in this moment, to savor the feeling of being back in his arms.

As you lay there, you felt your body start to relax, your muscles unwinding as you let go of all the tension and stress of the past few months. Rafe's body was warm and comforting, his presence a balm to your frazzled nerves that came from everything.

Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep, your body intertwined with Rafe's as you both lay on the couch. You felt safe and protected, like nothing could ever hurt you as long as you were in his arms.

As you fell deeper into sleep, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. This was where you were meant to be, in Rafe's arms, surrounded by his love and his warmth. You knew that tomorrow would bring its own set of challenges, still having to rebuild from the turmoil his family caused, but for now, you just wanted to bask in the happiness of this moment.

And as you slept, Rafe's arms held you close, his body wrapped around yours like a shield. You knew that he would always be there for you, to protect you and to love you, no matter what. And with that knowledge, you felt your heart fill with joy and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be.

a/n- a couple of more posts before I take my break. Clearly this is hard for me to leave but I hate unfinished business. Thank you all for your support <3

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Right here-Chris Sturniolo

summary: chris is your best friend, he has been for a couple years. one night you and chris are laying on his bed talking about anything and everything, somehow the conversation leads to sex, where you tell him a confession, leading to him taking your virginity.

contains: smut, fluff, swearing, aftercare, chris talking u through it, virgin!reader.

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9:43pm

chris and I have been laying on his bed together, staring at the ceiling as the conversation rapidly switches between topics.

"remember like the first time we met, how it took us a solid hour to start up a real conversation" chris laughs,

"i was working chris! i was like 16 i wasnt gonna risk my job to leave from behind the counter to talk to you" i nudge him with a grin.

"working at topgolf.." he teases back, "i mean i only knew nick from middle school, but i did serve your food and we spoke!" i say defensivley.

chris shakes his head, rubbing his eyes before he adjusts his chain which hangs around his neck.

"what was...." chris starts, thinking about what to say next. i tilt my head on the pillow to look over at him.

"your worst sex experience." chris asks casually with a stupid smile on his face,

my heart sinks slightly, truthfully im a virgin, and i'm almost 21. chris has no idea about this.

a silence fills the room, i clear my throat "well- uh"

"oh my god how bad was it" chris laughs.

i feel tears somehow prickle at the corner of my eyes, it doesn't bother me that much.

a small laugh exits my mouth, chris looks over at me "are you okay-?" chris says with a small laugh.

"yes! yes i'm good-" i say, sitting up and crossing my legs.

"chris can I tell you something" i sigh, wiping my face as a nervous smile forms.

"anything- hey you know about that time at graduation when i went the wrong way when i went up on stage to get my fuckin' paper thing." he yaps,

"oh my god and they had to guide you in the right direction" i scoff back.

"stopp" chris groans, sitting up and pushing me over onto my side, "now speak"

"this is like- the wrong time but.." i start,

"i've never done like anythingg.." i say, dragging out 'anything'

chris goes silent,

"like you've never fucked-" he says, but i cut him off "yeah."

he nods understandably, "thats okay!" chris chirps. "are you planning to loose it or not?" chris asks

"well, i've always wanted to its just like i'm worried that i wont fully trust the person who i hook up, and it'll just be a desperation thing- i don't know though." i say, opening up to him

"yeah, that makes sense." chris nods.

"but i really want to, like its always on my mind" i groan, flopping my head back down onto the pillow.

"i mean we could fuck" chris says with a shrug, i laugh it off,

he's clearly joking...?

"no like honestly think about, i'm horny 24/7, your wanting to loose your virginity, and you trust me i think?" he continues rambling with a cheeky smile painted on his face.

chris says stuff, a lot of stuff, and i'd say 90% of it is unserious

"chris... stop fucking around this is a serious topic" i scoff.

"no, like actually- deadass." chris says, slightly more nervous than earlier.

i go silent, sitting up in bed and looking down at him "yeah?" i ask quietly, chris sits up aswell "i can't tell if you're being serious chris"

he grabs my jaw, "i'm serious.." chris leans closer to me, my heart thumps aggressively as i stare at the brunette's lips, which are practically begging to be kissed.

chris's hand falls slowly from my jaw to my hand, "like 100% serious right?" i ask again, my mind now not being able to comprehend that chris could be inside me in a matter of minute.

"100%." he says,

i rip my white tank top off from over my head, chris scrambles to remove his shirt, i pause for a second as chris's eyes lay over my exposed chest.

"chris- I don't know what i'm doing this is gonna be so embarrasing for me" i start, but chris interuppts me

"shh- sh." he shushes me, grabbing my hand again, "do you want me to talk you through it?"

i nod, playing with chris's long fingers as an anxiety reaction, "can you tell me with your words what you want please?"

with a wobbling breath i start, "please talk me through it, i- uh.. i need you? please."

chris nods, "oh shit wait,yeah- if you want i'll go get nick and matt out of the house, they won't think we're doing anything 'cause they know that i don't bring girls over to fuck,- and they wouldn't think we'd do shit together"

i shake my head 'yes' rapidly, "thank you."

chris stands up off the bed, throwing on his shirt and unlocking his door, he walks out of the door, closing it behind him as i lay back in his bed,

anxiety rushes through my veins, my bare back presses against the soft plush of his mattress that i have been so used to for so many years, where chris told me all about his first hookup at 16, now hes gonna be mine on this same bed.

i hear his distant chatter with matt, "hey we need some shit from target from tomorrow, take nick with ya hes probably interested in childrens toys" he says with a laugh before matt agrees,

chris walks back into the room a minute or two later, his cheeks instantly turning maroon again as he says me laying half naked on his bed, he takes a deep breath "matt and nick are going to target in a few, you okay?" chris asks, discarding his shirt to the side of the room again.

"yeah! i'm just nervous." i laugh slightly,

"about what?" he questions, flopping down on the bed next to me,

"i just feel like it's gonna hurt- or i mean.. i don't want this to change things between us, 'ya know?" i sigh.

i hear matts van pull out of the driveway, the small pebbles crunching under his tires.

"it won't hurt." chris says, his voice serious, yet reassuring.

chris sits up off the bed, he turns around to face me. i sit up aswell, i feel chris's large hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him on the edge of the bed.

"i'm going to take these off, yeah?" chris says, his fingers lingering on the waistband of my shorts.

"yeah." i smile up at him, laying back on the bed. chris pulls my sweat shorts and panties down to my ankles in one yank, his eyes widening as i feel his gaze drawn between my thighs.

"so perfect," chris says, his voice raspy.

"okay- wait." he whispers, rubbing his eyes, "can I ask, when you say you've never done anything, what's the most you've done.. sexually" he almost cringes at his words.

"um.. probably just doing stuff with myself.?" i reply, chris nods "okay good."

"okay, just try not to be too loud, the neighbours are always in their backyard" chris laughs, hovering above me, his face directly ontop of me as i lay on the edge of the bed.

my eyes widen as i feel a veiny cold hand on the inside of my thigh, "you sure?" chris asks for the 80th time,

"chris i need you, yes- please."

i close my eyes, the brunette presses a finger against my hole "just gonna stretch ya out a little bit first hm?" he says from above me before pressing his long finger deep inside of me,

"fuck." i whisper under my breath, my back arching slightly off the bed.

he begins to curl that finger inside of me, adding another finger quickly

"look at me."

he says, i squint my eyes open, soft whimpers escaping my lips. i lock eyes with him as he continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me.

a desperate gasp escapes my mouth as i feel his mouth attatch to my clit, "oh my god- fuck oh my god." i repeat under my breath.

"gonna finish already for me?" chris says with a hint of a cocky tone in his tone.

i let out a loud whine which echoes through the room as i feel my orgasm rapidly approaching "you got it, im right here." chris says into my ear.

i instantly clench around his fingers, the knot in my stomach snapping with a moan of chris's name. "there she is, let me hear you."

i flop my arms above me on the matress as chris pulls his fingers out of me, he wipes them on my thigh before starting to yank down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers

“tell me when your ready okay?” chris says, sitting down on the bed next to me as i lay down,

“chris”

“yeah?” he replies

“thank you, you didn’t have to do this.” i say with a small smile, my cheeks still flushed.

“no honestly i’m more than happy to do this” chris laughs, earning a nudge from my elbow to his rib.

i sit up on the bed, giving chris a certain look. he nods, standing up off the bed and pulling down his boxers.

i stare very obviously at his length, my eyes fixed on the long vein which follows the whole left side of his cock.

“you okay?” chris laughs slightly, i look up at him “yeah, no- just nervous.”

chris grabs my hand “listen, i’m going to talk you through everything, it won’t hurt, i promise.”

“okay.” i reply, “what position do you want me in?” i ask slowly letting chris’s hand go.

“just lay down on your back, wanna see your face okay?” chris says with a smile.

i lay back down, my bare back hitting the soft plush of chris’s matress. chris takes my hand again, “squeeze my hand if you need a break” he whispers.

i breathe in heavily, then out as chris positions himself between my legs.

“can you spread a little more for me sweetheart?” he asks, the pet name making me clench around nothing.

i spread my legs further, chris admires me, the position i’m in right before his eyes.

“there we are.” he says under his breath,

“i’m just going to give you the tip, and if it’s uncomfortable tell me okay?” chris says, squeezing my hand lightly as he rests his tip against my core.

“please.” i breathe out, looking up at his addictive eyes.

chris slowly pushes inside of me, a burning sensation as i stretch around him. i let out a pathetic moan. he pauses,

“you took the tip, feeling okay?” chris asks, looking down at me, his brown hair flopping on his forehead as he leans down to hear my awnser.

“feels new.. but good.” i whisper, chris nods.

he nods before pushing further inside of me, i arch my back off the bed, strings of whimpers exiting my mouth, i squeeze chris’s hand hard, he instantly stops

“chris- how much more?” i ask, overwhelmed

“you took half, should we try the other half aswell?” chris asks in a serious tone.

after a few seconds i reply “yes.”

chris places a kiss onto my lips, i kiss him back.

my eyes widen, i guess it was a good distraction because i barely notice chris pushing deeper inside of me, i let out a pleasured moan “fuck- chris”

i feel him bottom out, he has small droplets of sweat sitting on his forehead, his pale cheeks are a deep red.

chris starts to speak after about half a minute of silence, accompanied by our shared heavy breaths. “can i move?” he says, “yeah.” i reply.

he slowly starts to thrust in, and out of me. almost pulling out, but then pushing back inside of me, his pink tip pressing against my cervix lightly.

“you’re doing so well, let me hear those pretty noises.” chris says, his voice low and croaky.

i fill the room with loud moans

“look at me, look at me.” chris says, grabbing my chin which is tilted upwards from throwing my head back. he tilts my head down, locking eyes with me.

“you feel so good around me mhm?” chris groans, my eyes squinted but still staring into his.

“i’m not gonna last long chris.” i whimper out, chris nods

“that’s perfect, i’ll tell you when to finish and you will” he replies, i nod frantically.

i feel my high coming, with every thrust i clench around chris.

“ready..” he says, almost whines,

“you okay?” i ask, my breathing intensifies

“just need to cum, real bad.” he replies, his voice strained.

and with that, i finish with a scream of his name.

chris instantly pulls out, painting my chest and stomach with white streaks. “fuck y/n, oh my god, fuck-.. fuck.” chris throws his head back, stroking his length a final few times.

he falls down on the bed beside me, propping himself up on his elbows.

after a handful of seconds he sits up, pulling me onto his lap. “you okay? you did so well, took me so well.”

“i’m okay.” i laugh into chris’s chest.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” chris says, tapping my hips then carrying me into the bathroom.

he places me down on the countertop before grabbing a damp cloth.

he pats my inner thigh with the cloth, he lets out a small laugh,

“yeah?” i question

“i never woulda thought you’d be screaming my name.” he says casually.

i scoff as chris leaves the bathroom, he comes back with the clothes i was wearing earlier he starts to redress me, his concentration at an all time high.

after chris had redressed he helps me off the counter, “cmon let’s go get something to drink.” chris says, grabbing my hand and leading me out of his bedroom.

i’m met with nick and matt, leaning on the kitchen counter. my heart stops, i thought chris got them out of the house?

chris instantly drops my hand “thought you guys were at target.” he says with a embarrassed laugh.

“we got 2 minutes down the road then decided to get it another day.” nick says, eyes fixed on chris’s.

“so are you two offical?” matt asks with a smile, chris’s head snaps round to look at him “what do you mean!” he says defensively

“trust me, we heard those fucking screams” nick laughs, slapping chris’s bicep.

“no guys, i can explain i swear.” chris starts, following nick and matt close behind, as they walk into the living room.

“it wasn’t what you think-“ chris rambles, i can hear the smile on his face.

i laugh to myself, shaking my head with a scoff.

————-

See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron

WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex

(wrap it before you tap it😉)

Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.

“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.

"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.

"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.

“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled

I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.

"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.

"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.

“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.

“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.

“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.

“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.

I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.

"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.

“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in

"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.

“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.

“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.

"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.

“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.

"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.

“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.

“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.

Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.

Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.

His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.

“Please don’t tease me.” I begged

Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.

Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.

“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.

"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.

“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."

"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.

"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.

"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.

”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.

"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.

"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.

"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined

“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.

“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.

“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.

“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.

Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.

I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.

"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.

mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.

Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.

“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.

“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”

I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.

We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.

“It’s Topper.”

rafe is SO much better than me bc i woulda taken a chunk outta his neck right here

I Hate You~Liam Dunbar

WARRING: Cussing,P-in-V Sex,Hate Sex

It was nearly impossible to find a hotel this late at night with rooms available, but we were lucky—until Scott revealed Liam and I would be sharing a room.

"You have to be kidding, right? I glare at Liam and yell, "There's no way I'm sharing a room with him."

"Listen, I understand it's not ideal, but we have no choice. Scott sighs, "It's one night you'll both be fine."

Liam complains, "This is going to be the worst night of my life."

"Oh my god, I'm done listening to the two of you." Let's head to our rooms and leave early in the morning," says Stiles.

Liam and I keep giving each other glares as everyone nods. After arriving at our room, unlocking the door, and setting all of our stuff down, there was only silence.

"I'm going to change."

"Good for you," Liam murmurs.

I changed into shorts and a basic t-shirt. When I walk out, I can feel Liam's gaze moving over my entire body. He has changed, too, and he's not wearing a shirt. I decided not to say anything about it.

I sighed as I climbed into bed, already irritated by how much room Liam was taking up.

"Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side," I scoffed.

"Trust me, I don't want to be any closer to you than I need to." He scoffed back.

Liam gives me another quick glance before he moves over, switches off the lamp, and settles in.

I turn with my back to him and try to nod off.

I woke up to Liam's body right against mine and his hand on my hip, not realizing how much time had passed.

How the hell are we in this position at all?

"You wouldn't stop moving your fucking hips, and I was freezing, so I moved over," he complains, obviously sensing that I had woken up.

"Okay, there's no reason for the fucking attitude." I scoffed

"Maybe if you weren't basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on, I wouldn't have to give attitude," he responds.

Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I became fully aware of his dick pressing against my ass.

I mumble, "Sounds like a problem," relieved that it was dark and he couldn't see the blush that had formed on my cheeks.

"Keep it up, and you'll be a whimpering mess beneath me," he responds.

That one sentence was all it took for me to start experiencing pain in the space between my legs.

"What, not another snarky return? Too shaken up by my words?" He questions.

"Fuck off and let me go back to sleep," I complained, not wanting to acknowledge that I was being affected by him.

I sigh as his hand slides under my shorts and rubs my clit in circles.

I felt his fingers go to my entrance and make circles around it, so I spread my legs wider.

"I-Liam." I whimper.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I beg, "Stop teasing," my body aching for his fingers to be inside me.

"Mm, but you sound so good begging for me, like a needy slut," he responds.

"Please, I need it," I beg once more as his teasing drives me crazy.

"I always knew you were a little slut." He curls two fingers, hitting that special spot deep inside of me.

"Oh my god," I moan.

He says something I can't hear because I'm too busy feeling good and because the knot in my stomach is getting bigger.

"Are you listening to me?" He asks, bringing me back to the present moment as he grabs my face, turns it to face him, and removes his fingers.

"I- what? What are you doing? Why did you stop?” I stammer, frustrated that his fingers aren't inside of me.

With a growl, he reaches for my neck and squeezes, saying, "God, you need to learn how to fucking listen."

"I said you're going to ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be."

"Fuck, yeah, okay." I moaned

His dick shot out and smacked his stomach as I watched him shuffling to take off his boxers and pajamas.

"Take your shirt off." He yelled as he watched me take it off, and then he took both of my breasts and played with my nipples.

"Please.” I beg

"Please what?" He asked back.

"Please let me ride you. I need you." I cry out.

I watch as his hand moves and he spits on it, then begins to jerk off.

"I don’t know. I could just keep getting myself off watching you instead," he replies.

I choke out, almost mesmerized by the way his hand moves up and down. My pussy throbbing for him.

"Liam, fuck, come on."

With a smirk, he says, "So needy, hop on."

I moved so he was facing my entrance and started to lower myself, wincing as his size caused my pussy to stretch.

"You can take it. "Don't act like you can't," he commands.

With my hands supporting his lower abdomen, he growls out as he fully enters me.

My pace fastened, moving up and down as I went. I saw his eyes follow my body up and down several times.

"Fuck me, you really are a little slut." He moans.

"So fucking tight."

I whimper, "Feels—feels so good."

Liam is starting to push his hips up, matching my pace and meeting mine every time I lower myself again, which only makes me more and more satisfied.

"Liam, fuck, I'm going to come," I moan as his dick hits my g-spot, sending a chill down my spine.

"Hold it, not yet," he responds.

"What?" I whine

"You're going to wait till I do." He groans and thrusts his hips more forcefully.

"I can't hold it."

"You can and you will."

I let out a whimper and leaned back, doing everything within me to follow his orders.

It was almost too much for me to handle, as I felt his dick slamming into me.

"Oh, I'm coming. Fuck, fuck. Liam growls, his eyes tightly shut, as I feel him release into me.

The sight of him only makes it more difficult to resist. "Don't think about stopping," he says.

"Please," I pleaded, not sure that I could even contain myself for another moment.

"Such a slut, needing to come so badly," he grumbles. "Come for me."

My legs quickly grow weak as pleasure consumes my body, and I let out moans as my climax takes over.

"That was.”

"Amazing," he finished.

"I've never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me."

"Jesus Christ, you couldn't just not be cocky for 5 minutes?" I groaned.

"Nope, it's in my nature." He shrugs

"Fuck, you're so annoying," I respond.

"You didn't seem to think I was annoying when you were screaming my name and begging to come," he grinned.

"You are now," I answer.

"Just wait. I’ll have you begging for me all over again.