— Warnings: Titty Fucking, Strong Language.

jj has like a 6th sense for when you want him to eat you out because you get all squirmy and keep sliding his hands up your skirt when your kissing him

and like he knows, but he’s not doing shit unless you ask 🙄 why? because he thinks it’s funny.

you slide his hands up your skirt for what feels like the 10th time in five minutes, sighing against his lips with a frustrated whine when they slide right back down and clasp behind your knees where you’re straddling him.

“that a happy noise or a sad one?” he asks, playing dumb. you pull away from him, watery eyes staring at him pointedly as you try and push his hands up your skirt where you needed him — only for him to fight his hand out, coming up to clasp both of your cheeks instead.

“jayj, you know…” you whimper, and he squishes your cheeks.

“i’m,” he kisses your lips. “not. doing. shit. ‘til. you. use. your. words.” each word is punctuated by a kiss and you groan, gyrating on his lap with the hopes to convince him.

“jayj please…”

“jayj please what?”

“please eat me out.” you quietly request after a pause and he grins, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you round completely so you’re on your back on the couch, making you yelp in surprise.

“there y’are. now was that so hard?” he hooks his fingers into your panties beneath your skirt, starting to drag them downwards as he slides further down your body where you recline.

wisdom teeth

words: 1.1k

warnings: dentist, blood

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“ma’am?” the voice rings through the waiting area. your head shoots up, realizing that she must be talking to you.

“hi, how is he?” you question, slinging your purse over your shoulder and pocketing your phone.

“the procedure went completely fine. we are trying to place the gauze in his mouth now but he keeps insisting on seeing you.” the receptionist says, a slight blush to her cheeks.

“oh!” you say, eyebrows raising. 

“follow me, please.” she says, leading you back further into the building.

“he’s being quite rowdy, isn’t he?” you ask, able to hear through the shut door the incessant questions, asking where you are, asking why you aren’t with him.

“some patient react differently to the anesthesia. it’s nothing we haven’t seen before, so don’t be embarrassed, doll.” the receptionist assures you, opening the door and letting you into the post op room.

“baby! there’s my baby!” rafe says, his hair a mess over his forehead, blood dry and crusted on his chin.

“hey, rafey.” you say calmly, hoping your relaxed attitude will influence him to calm down. “i’m right here, honey.”

you cross to his bed, glancing briefly at the dental assistants, one who looks annoyed that their clean up is taking so long, but the other gives you a sweet smile.

“you’re so pretty.” rafe slurs. “i love you.”

“i love you too, honey.” you coo, taking his hand, still slightly limp, in yours. “you have to let the nice women help you though. they’re here to clean you up for me.”

“you gonna kiss me when im all clean?” rafe asks, his lower lip pouting out.

you nod. “gently though, baby.”

“what did they do to me?” rafe questions, now sitting still as the nurses wipe away the blood on his chin.

“they just took your wisdom teeth out. they were hurting you but you’ll feel all better now.” you explain softly, petting his hand and arm to calm him as the nurses continue to rub at the dried mess.

“open your mouth.” the mean looking nurse says, her voice too stern for your liking, but before you can speak up, rafe turns to her, a look of fury in his eyes.

“i will not open my mouth for you. i only do what my baby tells me to do, so fuck off.” “rafe, oh my god!” you shout as the sweet nurse cracks up. “watch your language.” “i’m sorry, but this girl was trying to flirt with me! she wanted me to open my mouth for her, can you believe that?” rafe asks, his eyes flickering between looking softly at you and glaring at the assistant.

“they just want to put some gauze in your mouth. open up and let them, sweetie.” “fine.” rafe hums, his brow scrunched together as he turns back to the nurse. “i will because my baby asked me to, not for you.”

you shake your head but smile when rafe opens his mouth, allowing them to finish cleaning up. you stay next to his bed, holding his hand firmly in yours.

“can i be alone with my baby now?” he asks them as the nice assistant tells rafe he can close his mouth now.

“we recommend waiting at least a half hour until the anesthesia wears off a bit more before trying to get him out to the car. we can leave you two in here, but try not to let him talk too much, it’s only going to cause his mouth to bleed more.” “that’ll be hard, but i’ll try. thank you.” you nod to them as they leave the room.

“rafey, be quiet for me, okay baby?” you tell him, sitting down on the side of the bed, stroking your hand through his hair to smooth it out over his forehead, back in its proper place on either side of his part.

“but i want to tell you how beautiful you are and how much i love you and how much i wanna marry you one day and how much i lov-” “thank you, rafe.” you cut him off. “you can tell me all that real soon, but for now you have to be quiet so your mouth can heal, mmkay?”

“fine, i’ll stop talking. but you did promise me a kiss.” rafe says, and then dramatically shuts his mouth before puckering his lips.

“a gentle one.” you remind him, leaning forward and pressing your lips as softly as you can against his, putting your hands on his chest to stop rafe from leaning forward and deepening the kiss.

you pull away, but before rafe can open his mouth to complain, you kiss along his cheeks, then forehead, covering his face in soft presses of your lips to keep him happy and calm.

you tuck your chin into the crook between his shoulder and neck, stroking your hand over his chest as you cuddle up to him. “i’ll talk to you to keep you entertained, yeah?” rafe nods, nuzzling into your hair. you begin to whisper stories into his ear, anything you can remember to pass the time. tales your mother told you when you were little, or recapping movies that you’ve watched enough times to remember the plot clearly.

theres a knock on the door as you straighten up, calling out for the assistant to come in. she enters the room with a wheelchair. “time to go!” “yes.” rafe says, pumping his fist in excitement. “did you here that baby? its time to go.”

“i did, rafey. remember we are supposed to be quiet though.”

“thats right.” rafe nods. “im letting my mouth heal.”

the nurse laughs gently, wheeling the chair towards the bed. rafe is able to get into it pretty much without your help, but sends the assistant a glare when she tries to push the wheelchair.

“you’re gonna take me someplace without my baby again?”

“no, honey, she’s just helping us get to the car. and then i’m gonna take you home.” you explain softly, moving to walk ahead of the wheelchair so rafe can keep you in his sight.

“we live together?” rafe asks as you help him into the passenger side seat of the car.

“we do.” you remind him, taking the buckle and strapping it across his chest. you thank the assistant, who tells you again what rafe can and can’t do over the next 24 hours, before bidding you both farewell. 

you carefully shut rafes door before rounding the other side of the car. you lean over to press a kiss to his cheek before putting the car into drive, thankful that its a short way home so you can get rafe laying and relaxing again soon.

you click the radio on, but rafe frowns and shuts it off. 

“whats wrong baby?” you question. “don’t want to listen to music?” “no.” rafe shakes his head, an adorable pout on his lips. “i want to hear more of your stories.”

you let out a soft laugh before conceding. “of course baby.”

just a taste 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

babydaddy!jj + babymama!reader

warnings: nipple play, lactation, mention of pregnancy

word count: 514

jj couldn't help but stare at the way your enlarged breasts sat in the tank top you wore, your nipples peeking through as the faint drops of milk drench little wet spots.

if he was a farmer, he would have milked you dry by now, but he wasn't sure if you'd even be into the idea. though, seeing you waddle around with his infant inside you, stomach blown up with your hair messily sitting on your head as if you hadn't cared for it in days, he couldn't help but be painfully hard in his boxers.

as you sat in the bed, putting pillows behind you to prop yourself up, he gently settled beside you, rubbing on your stomach as he kissed down your neck.

as one of his hands settles on your hip, the other trails down to squeeze your sensitive breast, earning a low moan from your lips.

"j, what are you doing?" your breath was ragged as he massaged you, his eyes darkening as he settled on your soft expression, your eyes closed, jaw slack and your eyebrows furrowed.

"i been looking at these milkers all day--i want a taste mama."

he uses his strength to pull you on his lap, pulling your weighed down tits out of your top.

"god, they're so big~" he groaned, holding both of your tits into his hands. his hands squeeze you, his thumb circling over your nipples as the buds harden from his touch.

"you’re so fucking full, baby. so soft...i can't stop thinking about it--just one taste mama, please?"

"is this not weird j? i dont know..."

he's salivating so heavily, his tongue brushing over his lips as he stares as your leaking buds, small drips falling onto your tummy.

"baby, these were my tits first--worshipping whats mine is never weird. so, just relax, and let me have taste."

as your body eases, jj 's tongue swirls over the tender nipples of your breasts, latching on as he practically drools from the contact. as this happens, your body arches into him, your head thrown back as your jaw goes slack from the sensation of him sucking the drops of milk he could from your tits.

"f-fuck, jj slow down..." you whimpered, but his yearning for your juices overruled the pleasurable pain you felt from his sucking. jj begins to move his hips, his aching cock pulsating with pre-cum as he rubs himself against you, almost as if he's getting off from draining your tits.

"so sweet," he murmurs, his mouth latched onto the breast closest to him as his cheek lies on the plump fat of your chest, as if he's the child himself. his large hand massaging the other as he drinks up.

your soft sounds encourage him even more, his cock close to coming in his own boxers just off the sweet, milky taste of your liquid in his mouth. small dribbles fall down his chin as he looks up at you with desperate eyes.

you cursed under your breath as you looked down at him, almost as desperate as he is. "is it really this good babe?"

"mhm' mama, i have to fuck you now--wanna feel your milk on my tongue while i make you cum."

cherry

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, stripper!reader, prostitution, protected blowjob, protected p in v sex

“that hot guy is back again.” sugar says, pulling back the curtain just an inch, pointing into the crowd.

“ugh, he is so fine.” you whine. “we never get hot guys in here.” it’s your number one problem with your new strip club, in a much different area than your last, therefore attracting a far different crowd, mainly, an older one.

“girl, i know. everyone wants to take him into the back.” sugar raises his eyebrows, knowing you share her proclivity for taking clients into the back rooms to get an personal “dance.”

“it’s gonna be a fight for who he picks.” you giggle, quickly closing the curtain when the strip club house mom walks into the backstage area.

“i know i’m going right to him when lapdances start, but so is every other girl.” sugar says, adjusting the bra she’s wearing.

“if he stays, remember he left after the shows last time.” you point out. he stayed for all the girls to do their solo shows, but by the time lapdances and duos and trios came out, he was gone.

“good point, cherry.” sugar nods, using your stripper name, which is always a bit of a shock when its the girls doing it, but you learned quickly here that its a sign of respect to keep your real name out of the workplace at this club, so you quickly adapted to only using stripper names.

“alright girls, music is starting!” the house mom shouts out. you are later on in the set, so you head back to your station and adjust your costume for the night, a cherry red number to fit your name, matching your nail polish and lipstick. 

you wait until its your turn to go on, hearing the music play and waiting for the right beat to walk out, the club letting out a cheer as you strut onto the stage. the routine is an old one that you’ve done a million times, and your body easily works through the motions, running almost on autopilot, giving you time to look into the crowd, gauge the reactions, including the handsome guy everyone wants sitting forward, eyes intense.

you are out of breath and completely naked except for your heels as you walk back behind the curtain, pushing your hair back that got caught in your face.

“girl, shut the fuck up! hottie was totally into you!” lola says, her voice sounding excited, despite a couple of the other girls giving you a jealous look.

you pull your next lingerie set, the one you liked for lap dances as you shrug. you noticed that he was paying very close attention to your dancing, but you didn’t know that he wasn’t giving everyone else the exact same heated look.

“i think its only fair we let cherry at him first.” sugar suggests, and there’s a smattering of agreement from the other girls, which is enough to set it as a rule, you get to approach the attractive man before anyone else could take their shot.

it makes you excited for the individual sets to end as you make sure to touch up your lipstick and blot any sweat and oils from your forehead. you saunter out as soon as you are allowed, the last stripper still making her way off the stage.

your eyes immediately set sight on your target. “hello there, handsome.” you purr, watching as the handsome mans eyes slowly drag up your body. “can i interest you in a dance?” he smiles, a closed mouth smirk that conveys powerful confidence. he doesn’t even use his words, simply pulls a bill out of his pocket. you smile with all your teeth back at him, knowing they’re framed by your bright red lips as you tug at the waistband of your lacy panties, letting him slip the folded bill against your skin, fingers briefly brushing against your hip.

you turn around as the man sits back in his chair. you place your hands on either side of the arm, giving yourself some support as you lower your ass over his crotch, hovering and moving side to side, teasing before you finally press down, letting your ass roll over his crotch and thighs.

“you like that?” you ask with a smirk, but the man know he doesn’t need to answer, not when you can certainly feel his excitement growing in his pants.

you continue your lap dance for longer than usual, even parting your thighs slightly to give yourself some pleasure as well, hoping its not too noticeable for anyone watching, and you’re sure some of the other girls are staring in anger as they have to give lap dance to old drunk men.

you rise up before turning back to the man. “would you like another dance? a private one in the back?”

he nods, standing up to follow you as you lead him into the back hallway with various doors, cracked if they’re empty, and locked shut to indicate someone else had already been taken back. officially, your club is a stripclub, but its an unspoken rule that lapdance time also meant that dancer could take clients back for anything they wanted to do in private, and that money would stay solely with the dancers, not needing to give the bouncers or bartenders a percentage. 

“whats your name, handsome?” you ask, gesturing him into one of the empty rooms, the lights already low, red velvet couches pushed up on either side of the wall with a small table in the center. the room is small, but plenty of space for just the two of you.

“rafe.” he answers with a smirk, hand coming to your waist, touching the bare skin there. “and money is no object so whatever we do, don’t worry, i can afford it.” he pulls a bill out his pocket to prove it, tucking it again into your panties.

“hot and rich, i like that.” you hum.

“is there anything thats not allowed?” rafe asks, fingers rubbing over your sides, clearly excited to get started.

“wear a condom. no hitting or leaving any sort of marks on my body. any hard kinks, you need to tell me beforehand.” you explain quickly, having gone over the spiel with other customers before.

“just wanna fuck you.” rafe smirks, his voice deep and alluring, making you for once feel yourself getting excited about sleeping with one of the clients.

“why don’t you sit down then?” you gesture to the couch. rafe sits down with the same smirk on his face, his arms resting on the back of the couch as you begin to dance, able to hear the music from the main lounge of the club, using it as your tempo as you move your body, slowly taking off your lingerie under rafes watchful eye.

you get yourself completely naked, all while rafe watches you with that same look on his face, clearly growing in his pants, his cock pushing against the zipper.

you kneel down between his legs, tossing your hair to the side while you rub over his cock before undoing the button teasingly slow, followed by his zipper. “so big.” you coo. it’s usually what you say to make your average sized customers feel better, but for once you mean it with rafe.

“gonna suck me, cherry?” rafe asks, your eyebrows raising slightly when you realize that he remembered your name from when it was announced on stage before your set. “get that pretty red lipstick all over my cock?”

you tug his pants down in response, taking his underwear down with it as you watch his cock spring free, already hard and pulsing with need.

“gotta put a condom on for oral too.” you remember suddenly, having gotten so excited you almost started sucking him without it.

“aw, come on, i promise i’m clean.” rafe says, his voice so sickly sweet you hesitate, but remember the horror stories of other strippers getting stds from breaking rules.

“sorry handsome.” you shake your head, grabbing a condom out of the bowl on the table before sliding it over his cock. you make up for the condom quickly by sinking your lips over his dick, the red lipstick transfering onto the condom instead as you suck.

“oh, thats good.” rafe moans, leaning back against the couch as you bob your head, his hands moving to your hair.

you work your tongue against his cock as you suck, pulling out all the skills that you’ve learned in your years of working in clubs. you resist the urge to smirk as rafe moans loudly, not afraid to have his noises of pleasure heard.

you nuzzle yourself against rafes abs as his cock slides down your throat, swallowing repeatedly to not gag as you deepthroat him. you go to pull off when rafe pushes you back down, his hips lifting to keep your lips pressed against his pelvis.

you flutter your eyes closed and breathe for your nose as rafe pumps forward, lifting his hips off the couch to fuck his cock down your throat. you hum, creating vibrations around his dick while rafe grips your hair, tugging you down to meet his thrusts.

you are about to tap out, needing to take a real breath when rafes cock throbs in your mouth and pulls you off, your scalp burning slightly from rafe using your hair to tug at you.

“god, you’re good, i was about to cum.” rafe groans, relaxing back into the couch as you’re still kneeled below him, wiping away the spit that has fallen down onto your chin.

“how do you wanna fuck me?” you ask, standing up over rafe.

“hands and kneels, cherry.” rafe stands, shucking his pants off of where they are pooled around his ankles.

you climb onto the couch, arching your back to present your ass to rafe. he rubs his hands over your bum before rubbing his fingers through your folds, surprised to find how wet you already are.

“you're actually turned on, huh?” rafe smirks, taking his cock and rubbing it through your folds. 

“yeah.” you whine, trying to push your hips backwards, to get him inside of you.

“damn cherry, you're acting like you're the one paying me here.” rafe laughs, and you know you should be more professional, and maybe you would have if rafe would have asked you to ride him, but being bent over the couch, waiting for his big cock to enter you has you actually turned on for the first time when with a client.

“come on.” you moan, arching your back to present your cunt to rafe, which finally has him satisfying your wishes, sliding forward as his cock stretches you open.

“fuck.” rafe groans, instantly snapping his hips forward, slick sounds echoing around the empty room as he moves.

you finally remember that you’re the stripper here and begin to push your hips back onto him, meeting every one of his thrusts. as soon as you start to move, rafe grabs onto your hips to help out, slamming your bodies together.

“such a pretty pussy, cherry.” rafe says, hands squeezing your hips, just gentle enough to not leave bruises.

“such a big cock.” you compliment right back. “feels so good in me.”

“yeah, you like this big dick, huh?” rafe smirks, moaning when your cunt clenches down on him. you’re determined to make him cum quickly, despite not wanting it to be over any time soon, you also want to impress rafe and show off your skills.

you spread your legs a little more and press yourself forward so you can sink down onto your elbows, giving rafe a whole new angle, which you can tell he likes from the groan that escapes his lips.

“so good for me, gonna have to come back here and fuck you more often.” rafe says, hips grinding into your ass.

“yeah, yes, please.” you whine out, reaching between your legs with one hand to rub at your clit, knowing you shouldn’t worry about yourself and just focus on rafes pleasure, but your clit is pulsing and begging to be touched as you massage it.

“such a dirty whore.” rafe says, and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

rafe continues to fuck you hard while you get yourself closer to the edge, surprised how easily your high is building as rafes cock pumps into you.

“you close cherry? can feel you clenching round me.” rafe asks, sliding his hands to your ass, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them open, using the grip on your bum to continue to pull your hips back onto his cock.

“yeah, real close.” you moan, making sure to exaggerate your noises, hoping it would spur rafe along, and it does as he starts to moan incessantly, panting out a mix of curse words and your stage name.

“gonna cum.” he manages to warn seconds before he releases inside of the condom, grinding his hips into you as it triggers your own orgasm, fingers rubbing speedily as you cum, slumping into the couch as shivers rack your body.

rafe keeps himself lodged inside of you until your highs are thoroughly rode out. he pulls out with a groan, not able to help himself as he brings a hand to smack your ass, not hard enough to leave a print despite your no hitting rule, but you let it slide, especially as your wetness drips onto the couch.

“did i wear you out cherry?” rafe smirks, taking the condom off and tossing it into the trashcan before getting his clothes back on.

“fuck yeah you did.” there’s no use denying it, rafe can tell by the way you’re still breathing heavily.

“can you hand me a towel.” you point towards a small rack by the door that rafe hadn’t noticed before, clean towels stacked neatly on it. rafe grabs one of the washcloths, stepping over to you as you manage to turn yourself to sit upright on the couch.

“let me, yeah?” he kneels down, one hand gently rubbing at your thighs while he wipes your fluids away from your cunt, cleaning you off with surprising gentleness.

“thanks.” you mumble as rafe tosses the cloth into the trash as you redress in what little clothing you were wearing.

“how much?” rafe asks, pulling out his wallet as you collect the money that fell out of your waistband when you stripped for him.

you rattle off the number as rafe opens his wallet, pulling out more than enough to give you a generous tip, but he’s clearly not hurting for cash.

“do you go on again tonight?” rafe asks as you tuck the money into the cup of your bra.

“yeah, i’ve got one more number.” you nod as you head towards the door, opening it for rafe.

“i’ll stay just for you then, cherry.” rafe says, walking out the door past you with that signature smirk.

you feel your cheeks blush slightly as you watch him saunter down the hallway and then take his same seat as you rush backstage.

“tell me everything!” sugar shouts.

“oh my god,” you flop down on one of the couched, muscles still tired. “he is BIG.”

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"Baby's Day Out" - Rafe Cameron x Trophy Wife!Reader

a/n: @howyouloveyourdragon and @aemonddtargaryen keep encouraging my rafe obsession so dedicating this to them, ya nasties 🩷

Summary: Rafe loves it when you get pretty for him. He just doesn't love that it involves you being away from him.

Word Count: 2,560

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, breeding kink, baby trapping, mirror sex, soft dark!rafe, possessive/toxic rafe, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex

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Rafe Cameron knows he isn’t the best at making decisions. No, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone on the planet, but deep down, he knows it. The best decision he’s ever made, however, one that he knows he’ll never regret, is marrying you. His adoring little wife. High school sweethearts, he made sure to lock you down the moment your father gave him permission to propose. The two of you were practically Outer Banks royalty, the king and queen of Figure Eight.

He adores you. He loves showering you with affection and gifts, spending on you lavishly without a care in the world. And you? You return that affection to him tenfold, something he’s never experienced in all his life. No one has ever loved him the way you do, made him feel wanted or needed the way you do. His pretty baby girl, his darling wife. The only thing that irks him?

The fact that you have a life outside of him.

Rafe is possessive. He knows he can take it too far. And he often does. He hates whenever another man so much as looks at you, hates when you show anyone attention or affection other than him. He tries so goddamn hard to be good for you and not let it show, but his blood boils at the thought of someone stealing you away. Today is no exception. He’s just gotten back from playing a round with Topper at the Island Club, only to see you getting ready to leave the house, looking like a fucking five course meal in those tight little pink yoga pants that hug your ass, your thighs. And that matching sports bra that your gorgeous tits are almost spilling out of. You have your Chanel sunglasses on your head as you apply that Dior lip oil that always has your plush lips looking so kissable, rushing over to him when you hear the door shut.

“Rafey!” You coo, embracing him and then moving to pour him a glass of lemonade, “Have a good game?”

He nods, grinning at you, “It was great, baby, just wish I had my favorite little cheerleader there.”

You giggle, leaning against his palm when he strokes your cheek, “You know me. I don’t like being perceived before ten in the morning. And I hate outdoor sports,” you wrinkle your nose in that way he finds absolutely adorable, “You have to get all sweaty and hot and disgusting.”

“I could get sweaty and hot and disgusting for you,” Rafe smirks, his hands moving to grab at your hips, pulling you flush up against him, only for his jaw to drop when you squirm out of his grip and tell him that you can’t right now, “Wha- What do you mean? Where are you going, baby?”

“I have my pilates class and then I’m going shopping and to the spa with Wheezie,” you chirp, hanging your purse on your shoulder, quickly applying another coat of lip oil, “Remember, I told you about this yesterday?”

He knits his brows together, knowing you probably told him and that he was too busy either fucking you or thinking about fucking you to pay attention. He lets out an annoyed little huff, grumbling to himself, asking if you really have to go.

“I wanted to spend time with my wife. Wanted to have a little fun with you,” Rafe moves to grab at your ass, squeezing your soft flesh in his hands, making you shake your head, pecking his cheek.

“You’re always in the mood. Love ya, bye.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rafe shakes his head, pulling you back toward him, his lips grazing against your shoulder blade, “You smell nice.”

You giggle at the feeling of his hands tracing your upper arms, holding you so tight, “I know. It’s Chanel. You bought it.”

Rafe bites down on your shoulder, grinding his cock against your ass, groaning at the feeling of your body against his, “Worth every penny. You smell fucking delicious. Don’t want anyone smelling you like this, baby.”

You roll your eyes, turning to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as you smile, “Rafey, don’t be all jealous. I’m gonna get waxed and my nails and hair done, get a massage and all exfoliated for you,” you coo, batting your lashes at him, “Don’t you want me to look good for you, Daddy?”

“So you’re getting everything done,” Rafe questions, raising a brow, leaning in to whisper, “Including the…”

“Brazilian? Of course.”

Your words go straight to his cock, mind running wild with visions of you and him after your little spa day. Rafe lets out a quiet groan before nodding, allowing you to squirm out of his arms, fixing your clothes.

““Fuck, fuck, okay. You… Fuck. Text me when you get there,” Rafe demands, watching you walk out toward the pink Mercedes he bought you for an anniversary present, “And send me pictures of your nails! You know I like seeing them!”

“Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, blowing him a kiss as you drive off, only to squeal with delight when you see the bouquet of pink roses on your passenger seat, “Rafey!”

He chuckles, waving you off, watching as you speed toward the Island Club, already missing you something terrible.

Rafe knows it’s ridiculous, but he checks your location on Snapchat every two goddamn seconds. He can’t lose you. You’re the only good thing in his life and he’s going to keep you with him no matter what. He’s not the only one who sees your value. He knows that. He’s the one who put a ring on your finger, but that doesn’t stop assholes like JJ or John B giving you an appreciative once-over whenever they see you. He fucking hates it. He sees that you’ve posted a selfie on your instagram at your pilates class, looking like a fucking model. And, of course, JJ, Pope, and John B have all commented on it.

It takes every inch of self restraint in Rafe not to throw his phone across the room. He inhales sharply through his nose, pacing across the room. Why would you post a selfie before texting him? Shouldn’t he be more important than posting a thirst trap on your fucking instagram? That’s when his phone goes off and he sees he has a new message on Snapchat from you. His jaw drops slightly when he opens the image, seeing you posing in the mirror of the Island Club’s shower room, your tiny little towel barely covering anything, blowing him a kiss.

“Showering then heading to the mall. Love you xoxo”

He quickly screenshots the image, adding it to his steadily growing album of sexy little pictures you’ve sent him, palming at his cock, wishing that you were here to take care of his raging hard-on instead. He’s going to fuck you so good tonight that you’re going to be screaming his name. Everything’s going to be different tonight. He’s decided that there’s only one way to prove to the assholes who lust after you that you’re his and only his.

He wants them to see you with a cute little baby bump. He wants them to see that he’s the only one you’re ever going to fuck, the only one who you’re ever going to love. Rafe knows you wanted to wait a couple of years, but surely you won’t care? He’s always complaining and making you feel guilty about how uncomfortably tight the latex condoms you use feel on his cock, so he’s sure with a little coaxing, you’ll let him fuck you raw. You don’t have an IUD and you aren’t on birth control, so all he needs to do is “forget” to pull out.

It’s the perfect plan.

You send him a text an hour or so later with a picture of your shopping bags, his lips twisting into a smirk at the one from Agent Provacateur. Oh, you’re definitely getting bred tonight, he can already imagine you bent over on the bed, his hands in your hair as he fucks you mercilessly, your new lingerie lying on the floor.

And then? A picture of your nails. The text along with it?

“They match your tip xoxo”

Fuck, how the hell is he supposed to wait this long? He needs you right now.

Your biweekly day out with Wheezie is both his favorite and least favorite day of the month. By the time you get home, still chattering away to her on your phone, shopping bags on your arm, looking like a million bucks, Rafe can barely resist running after you and humping your leg like a bitch in heat. He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, snatching your phone from you and tossing it aside, ignoring your protests that you were still talking to Wheezie.

“I said to get off the phone,” Rafe says firmly, turning you around to face him, gripping your jaw in his hands.

You bite your lip, gazing up at him. He knows you love it when he gets like this. All dominant, reminding you who your daddy is. He watches as you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together as you nod.

“‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk, “Now show me what you bought, baby.”

You immediately begin showing him all of your shopping excitedly - items from the Chanel spring collection, a few Dior pieces, some macarons from Laduree, and then? Finally? The item he’s been waiting for. Rafe eyes the pink set with no small amount of greed, his mouth watering.

“Go put that on for me, baby girl. Wanna see you in it.”

“Don’t you want me to heat up dinner?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“No, I want to feast on that delicious little body of yours, baby.”

Rafe watches you strut off toward the massive walk-in closet in the bedroom you share, trailing after you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He waits, drumming his fingers against his thigh, anticipation building as he imagines how fucking good you’re going to look in the sexy little number you’ve bought.

When you finally walk out of the closet, wearing those cute little white thigh high stockings with the pink ribbons at the top, a pair of pink Versace platform high heels, and the lacy bra and panties with a garter you bought, all pink of course, his jaw drops. You’re a goddamn vision, prancing around the room, twirling for him. You cover your mouth and giggle, wiggling your ass a bit.

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

He nods, licking his lips and stalking over toward you, pressing you up against your dressing table, “You’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to tear that off you-”

“Nooo,” you protest quickly, shaking your head, “No tearing! Rafey, this is couture!”

“Fine, fine,” Rafe rolls his eyes, running his thumb along your lower lip, “You’re such a little tease, you know that?”

“Am not,” you pout as he turns you around, making you face the mirror, “Daaaddy…”

“You are too,” he chides, moving your hair off your back, trailing kisses along your skin, “You love to flaunt your sexy little body but never let me have too much at once.” Rafe presses himself against you, whispering in your ear, lips ghosting along your neck, “You know what I want from you, baby. Be a good little girl and give it to me.”

You finally seem to realize that the two of you are in front of the mirror. You look at his reflection and pout slightly.

“Raaafe, not in front of the mirror. You know I don’t like looking at myself when we…”

“But Daddy wants you like this, baby,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe, hands moving around to the waistband of your panties, snaking inside to rub at your clit, loving the way your face twists in pleasure, “Just look at how fuckin’ sexy you are.” You moan his name softly as he kisses your neck, his other hand moving up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it, “Yeah, baby?” Your head falls back against Rafe’s chest, your gaze half-lidded as you watch his fingers push your panties down and tease your wet pussy. “God, I love it when you let me touch you like this,” he grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you, crooking them and watching you squirm, “You’re mine, baby. Nobody gets to touch you but me. You understand?”

You nod, your voice coming out in breathy pants, your hand moving to rest on top of Rafe’s, urging him to move faster, “Uh huh…”

“Uh huh who?” he demands, pinching at one of your nipples, grinning as you whine, “Use your words, baby. Or am I fucking you too stupid with my fingers? Did you forget who this pretty little pussy belongs to?”

You whine as he pinches at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Y-yes, Daddy. Belongs to you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You roll your hips in time with his fingers, confessing as he kisses your neck, marking your skin, “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Have you?” He whispers back, feeling you squeezing around his fingers, knowing you must be close, “What’d you think about, baby?”

“When you came home from golf all sweaty,” you admit, lashes fluttering, “Mmm, your fingers feel so good, Daddy… Need you…”

He chuckles, groaning as you rub your ass against his cock, his self restraint leaving him bit by bit when he feels you, “God, my little princess is demanding today. I like that.” He feels you reach your peak, soaking his fingers with a cry of his name. Rafe keeps eye contact with you in the mirror as he licks them clean with a moan, “Get on the bed on all fours.”

You immediately do as he asks, stripping out of your bra and panties, but leaving the stockings and heels on. Rafe unbuttons his pants, removing his clothes in a hurry, letting them join yours, giving his cock a few quick tugs. He presses his chest against your back, burying his cock deep inside your wet folds. His hand moves to squeeze at your throat as he fucks into you, his balls slapping against your ass, the feeling of him taking you raw being more intimate, letting him fuck you deeper than ever before.

“Daddy, no condom?” You ask breathlessly, though you make no effort to pull away.

“I’ll pull out, baby. Don’t worry.”

Too drunk on him, on your shared pleasure to care, Rafe continues slamming into your tight little cunt over and over again, one hand on your throat, the other groping at your tits as he gets closer and closer to his end, your walls pulsing around him over and over as he fucks into you with abandon. He hears you cry out his name, your whole body going lax as he gives one more, two more, three thrusts, cumming deep inside you, his hot spend seeping out of you. But he just pushes it back in with his fingers, ignoring your little whimper, pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently.

“Take a little breather, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

meeting

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: pregnant sex with Rafe in his office

Word count: 1k

Warnings: +18 ‼️ smut, pregnant sex, unprotected sex, kinda public sex?, sweet Rafe, dirty talk

A/N: requests are open <3

When you decided to take a walk outside and visit your husband in his office, you expected to spend some time with him or possibly have lunch together. But definitely not to be placed on his table with your summer dress only slightly covering your pregnant belly while Rafe was going in and out of you at a steady pace. 

Rafe was still wearing his white, perfectly ironed shirt; his pants were just unbuckled and slightly pushed down. Your eyes tried to focus on one thing but you couldn’t decide what in him looked more attractive to you. His was big, slightly hovering over you, with that familiar smirk on his lips and mischievous glimpse in his eyes. Yeah, your hormones were crazy because of your pregnancy, but having the sexiest man alive look at you like you were the best thing ever definitely added something to it. 

Rafe actually had a planned meeting in that exact room in twenty minutes but it was one of his latest concerns. Not when his beautiful, glowing, very pregnant, and very sensitive wife was spread in front of him. 

“Rafe—people can probably hear us.” You half whispered and half moaned as he gently lifted your leg onto his shoulder, allowing his cock to sink deeper into your greedy cunt. 

“Don’t care, sweets. Let ‘em hear how good you feel.” He grumbled, moving one hand to your heavy breasts and pinching your overly sensitive nipple. “Shit, your tits look so perfect right now, princess. You know I can't resist you when you’re all round and with my baby growing inside. So fuckin’ hot, and look at that… your pussy ‘s just sucking me right back in.”

Your eyes rolled back both because of his words and the way his cock was perfectly hitting that spot inside of you. You grabbed his hand that was currently playing with your tits, too desperate to have Rafe closer, to feel his skin on yours, but you couldn’t do much because of the belly that was already way too big. 

“I need you closer, please.” You almost cried, tears gathering at your waterline, while you tried to stay quieter and not be too obvious for people outside the office.

“Sh-h, baby. You know I can’t lay on you, yeah? Gotta protect both of my girls right here.” His hand slipped lower, gently caressing your bump. “Let me fuck you nice and slow, and then we’ll snuggle the whole evening after I get home.” 

You nodded a few times, eyes locked with your husband’s as his hips gently slapped against your skin. Rafe turned his head to the side, kissing your leg that was still thrown over his shoulder. His lips curled into a smirk, noticing how hungrily you looked at him, barely able to stay focused because of his thrusts. 

“Please don’t stop, Rafe—oh god, I’m gonna cum!” You squealed, arching your back from the wooden table beneath you. One hand was wrapped around Rafe’s wrist, digging your nails into his skin, and the other one was placed over your mouth to muffle your moans.

“Mhm, that’s right, cum for me, princess.” His low moan filled the office, along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the creak of the table. “Your sweet pussy squeezes the shit out of me. Fuck, gonna make me come too. Want me to do it inside of ya, huh?” 

“Yes-yes, please! I need it!” With the first touch of Rafe’s fingers on your clit, you had finally reached your climax. He wasn’t far behind you, spilling his load inside, while your pussy was pulsating around him and almost not letting him move even for an inch.

“That’s right, take everything.” Rafe moaned, slowly sliding inside with eyes locked on the place where you two were connected. He swore that he could’ve come again just seeing your mixed cum glistering on his cock. “I would’ve fucked a baby right into you right now if you weren’t already pregnant. Shit, you look so hot, you can’t even imagine.”

“Stop!” You smiled through the post-orgasmic fog in your head, keeping your eyes closed. He just gave you another smirk before gently placing your leg down and lowering to kiss your stomach. 

You almost jumped from your place when you heard a quiet knock on the door. Rafe immediately reached behind your back to make you sit upright so that way he could cover your almost naked body from whoever was behind the door. 

“Um— Sir? I’m really sorry to disturb you, but your meeting is in two minutes and people are already waiting here.” Rafe rolled his eyes at the voice of his assistant, who luckily had enough brains to not walk inside. 

“Oh my god, Rafe. It’s— they heard us. They know what we were doing here!” Your eyes were rounded in embarrassment, looking at your almost unbothered husband. 

“You’re pregnant with my baby, princess. I’m sure everyone has already figured out that we have sex.” Rafe smirked at you again. “Give me five minutes!” He said to his assistant before focusing back on you. He helped you get your dress back on properly, put himself away, zipped up his trousers and then sank in front of you on his knees to put your panties in their place. “Are you both feeling alright?” 

“Mhm, but I’m so tired now.” You yawned and lowered your head on Rafe’s shoulder, as he stood up and brought you closer to his chest; your eyes became too heavy to keep them open.   

“I know, baby. C'mon, my driver will get you home, and I will be there as soon as possible, okay? I love you both so much.” He gently touched your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then placing a kiss on your forehead, nose and, finally, on your puffy lips. 

“We love you too.” You smiled into the kiss before Rafe helped you get off the table and walked you out of his office. You were trying not to die from embarrassment from all the knowing looks thrown in your direction while your husband proudly placed his hand on your lower back, not even batting an eye at others. 

i dont care what ANYONE says. ZED NECRODOPOLIS IS HOT.

THERE. I SAID IT.

you cannot look at this man and tell me he was not FINEEEEE

milo manheim is hot on his own, but that green hair and pale ass skin did smth to me.

this is coming from the fact my lil cousin put on the zombie movie today when he came over, i was just sat there foaming at the mouth for this man

LOVE AND BLOWIES — jj.maybank

pairing: jj maybank & fem!reader

summary: just a lovely blowjob

warnings: oral (m. receiving), dirty talk, throat fucking, slight spit.

author’s note: hi i’m back with a small smutty drabble for jj :) i was intending on making it longer but my brain went numb just thinking about him this way. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!! <3

taglist: @rvfecamerons @bbadiehoe (comment to be added)

He could never get enough of the way it felt to have your lips wrapped around his cock.

Every time you sink to your knees, hands fumbling with the buttons on his cargo shorts, so eager to free his length as you mumble how bad you want and need him, he falls head over heels in love with you again.

He could stare at how beautiful you looked with a mouth full of cock. His cock.

“Aren’t you so pretty, baby?” He’d coo at you, his fingers threading in your hair as you take him further down your throat.

You gurgle around his cock in response— your eyes looking upwards through your lashes at him. If you could stay like this forever, you would. Just the thought alone of having him in your mouth and pleasing him until he whines your name like a mantra turns you on tenfold. So to do the real thing? It’s like nothing in this universe could compare to it.

Your hand finds its place on his balls, gently tugging and massaging them in your palm. Each and every time you fondle him, his breath quickens and you know he’s edging closer to his release.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." JJ curses under his breath, his hands sliding into his messy blonde hair and tugging at the roots. He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip and whines when he feels your throat squeeze the tip of his cock.

You moan around his length, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. He gazes down at you with pure lust and fondness mixed into one expression. "I'm gonna fuck your throat now, okay, baby? Just take a deep breath for me... good girl."

You inhale deeply and wait for him to start using your throat. One hand grips your jaw whilst the other holds the back of your head, holding your hair back as best he can with his fingers.

It doesn’t take long for JJ’s hips to slowly move on their own accord. Your hands fly to his thighs, fingers gripping the muscle there to brace yourself against his cock sliding down your throat with each tiny thrust.

JJ digs his fingers further into your jaw, making your mouth hurt from the pressure. He’s grunting above you, and you feel your arousal soak into your panties.

“Baby, fuck.” JJ bites down on his bottom lip once again when he feels your throat close around his sensitive tip. “Your mouth feels so warm ‘n wet. Could stay like this forever.”

You moan around his length, spit now drooling down your chin as JJ picks up his speed. The lewd sounds of your gurgles and the snap of his hips echo around his room in the château.

You gaze up at him through teary eyes and tap his thigh three times— a signal you both decided on earlier in your relationship for when one of you needs a breather. JJ immediately stills his hips and gently eases his cock from your mouth, “You okay? Was I too rough on you there?”

You breathe in deeply through your nose and shake your head. “No.” Your voice comes out hoarse. “I just needed to breathe for a sec, I’m all good. You’re good.”

JJ smiles down at you, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. “You’re cute, baby. C’mon, stand up.” He grabs your upper arm and helps you stand up on wobbly legs. “How ‘bout you get on the bed and let me tap your thigh three times, hm?”

You roll your eyes, fingers finding their way to his spit covered cock. You feel it twitch in your palm and you begin salivating once more. “I think I’d rather have your cock inside me, Maybank.”

He smiles teasingly, “Anything for you.”

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