Pre Bite! Isaac Lahey

Damn It Pope

Pairings: JJ x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, dirty talk, oral (male receiving), caught, unedited.

Summary: Pope catches reader giving JJ head.

Authors Note: Hey my first quick blurb! I think...I'm still new to this!

"Yeah gag on that fucking cock Y/N/N." JJ looks down at you and holds your hair tight. He makes a makeshift ponytail and assists you by pushing your head farther. "Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me Y/N/N." He moaned out. You were nearly gagging on his dick while he continuously pushed your head down. You swirled your tongue around his tip which made a groan come from JJ's lips. "Fuck I'm go-" You two were interrupted by the door swinging open. You pulled away as fast as you could but you guys definitely got caught. "Hey JJ do you ha-" Pope was stopped in his tracks by what he saw. He turned around as soon as he could but he wasn't fast enough. He saw you on your knees with saliva all around our lips and your red face, but most importantly, he saw his best friend's hard dick. "Uhm, it can wait. I'll give you guys a few minutes." Pope closed the door and walked out without looking at anything. "You said you locked the door." You whisper yelled at JJ while he giggled. "I thought I did sorry Y/N/N." JJ giggled again. "So wanna continue or what?" He scratched the back of his head. You rolled your eyes in response.

“ what's on your mind? ” you gently question, combing back the small wisps of brown hair from carl's eyes. he was gazing up at you angelically while you sat upon his lap and cradled his head to your chest.

big brown orbs blinked up at you, darting back and forth as they danced over your face. memorizing every freckle, and crease, and smile line for the hundredth time over. “ nothing... ” he sighed- only to close his eyes and tilt his forehead forward. lying it against your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the fabric of your shirt with a deep inhale. “ I just... love you, y/n. ”

a hum leaves your lips. smile of loving, graceful understanding stretching over as your nails rake up through his scalp, only to curve down and behind his ear. “ I love you too, sweet boy... ” you whisper gently, voice smooth as silk. an all too familiar warmth to your tone that carl adored. “ always will. ”

his grips tightens around your waist; fisting twisting into the back of your shirt. “ promise? ”

“ I promise, carl. ”

hormones

words: 800

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pregnancy sex

it’s not your fault, not really, it’s the hormones raging inside your body. at least that’s what you’ll blame it on, the insatiable feeling inside of you, the need bursting in you at all times.

you bounce up and down on his cock, rubbing your clit as you use rafe, his body slack against the mattress, letting you move up and down on his cock. you take his hand, putting it over your pussy, and he knows exactly what you need, rubbing his thumb over your clit.

“close.” you moan, throwing your head back, clenching around rafes cock. “cum in me, baby.” 

rafe nods, letting out a groan as his thumb speeds up, making you cum in time with him, cunt clenching around him while his cock spurts thick ropes of cum inside of you. it’s not like he can knock you up anymore than he already has, the little bump on your stomach being what is making you insatiably hungry, horny always for your husband.

--

“yes, god!” you moan, holding rafes face against your pussy. he leaves his tongue out, letting you move him however you please, flicking the tip of his tongue whenever it gets over your sensitive bud.

“ahhh, suck! suck!” you tell rafe, who quickly sucks your clit into his mouth, making you throw your head back as your orgasm takes over your body.

--

“right here?” rafe asks, chest pressed against your back as he fucks into you quickly, knowing he’s hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“yes, god! right there!” you moan, pressing your chest into the cool kitchen countertop after begging rafe the second he got home from work to take you, and he could never say no to you, but especially not when you’re carrying his baby inside of your belly.

--

“wake up.” you whisper against rafes lips, giving him another kiss as he stirs, eyes blinking up. “wake up, rafe, i need you.”

“of course you do.” rafe laughs, reaching into his pants to stroke his cock, getting it hard for you. it’s one of rafes qualities that you’re most thankful for at this moment, how quickly he can become solid for you. 

“i got it from here.” you say, moving one leg over top of his body, tugging his pants down just enough to get his cock, sliding it inside of you as you let out a satisfied sigh.

--

rafe watches the road, but his hand moves inside of you, hoping that no one looks over into the cabin of his truck while your legs are spread, skirt raised up, his fingers thrusting in and out of you in quick motion.

he’s attempting to get to a secluded spot so he can really focus on fingering you good, but you were too impatient, baring your pussy for him before he could find a parking space away from anyone else.

--

“are you sure?” you ask. rafe gives you a nod, and you forget all your worries in favor of bringing your cunt down over his face. rafes hands grab your hips, pulling you the rest of the way down onto his awaiting tongue. 

you moan as his nose rubs over your clit while his tongue slurps up your wetness.

--

“please, baby, any other time i would understand that you’re horny from the baby, but please, i do have to work.” rafe says. 

“let me just sit on it.” you say with a pout, batting your eyelashes. “i’ll sit so still, i promise.” rafe sighs, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out. before he can even look up you’re jumping onto his lap, sinking down onto him with a satisfied moan, knowing there’s no way either of you will be able to sit still for more than a few minutes. 

--

rafe checks his watch, reaching over to squeeze your thigh. “you know what it is?” he asks.

“what?” you ask, leaning into his touch.

“it’s the first time since you’ve gotten pregnant that we’ve gone more than 24 hours without having sex.”

“24 whole hours?” you gasp, “we’ve gone an entire day without sex?” “i know, can you believe it?” rafe asks, letting you tuck in against his chest. you sit in peaceful silence for a minute, eyes going back to the movie that was on.

“don’t want to make it 26 hours, do you baby?” rafe asks.

“mmm… actually i kind of don’t feel like it right now.” you admit with a shrug.

rafe sits up suddenly. “noooo.” he falls onto his knees, twisting to face you on the couch, dropping his head onto your lap. “your hormones are shifting from horny all the time to never horny and i’m not gonna have sex for months.” “rafey.” you giggle, taking his face into your hands. “we are absolutely going to have sex a ton still, i’m just invested in this movie. why don’t you pause it or wait half an hour for it to be finished.”

rafe pauses to consider his options for a moment, “pause it, i want to fuck you right now.”

Blackout

Warnings: unprotected intoxicated sex

I wake up naked with a sticky mess between my thighs and my pussy sore. More sore than it’s ever been. I’m still groggy from sleep as I try to wake up and put together what happened last night. The familiar smell of the room tells me that I’m in JJ’s bed which means the arm thrown over my waist belongs to him. My head is still spinning from the alcohol so I don’t try to sit up to look at him. He’s sleeping peacefully on his stomach, our bodies pressed firmly together. He’s practically burning me with the heat of his body. JJ’s chin is resting against my shoulder as he exhales low and long, the smell of alcohol still there but he looks so damn cute.

We definitely fucked last night and I don’t remember a thing about it.

Thank god I’m on birth control.

The urge to empty my bladder suddenly hits me the more alert I become so I have no choice but to carefully untangle myself from him to dip into the bathroom. I clean up the best I can although my hair is a rats nest and I’m still slightly swaying on my feet.

I make a mental note to never play Tequila Slaps with JJ ever again. The thought of tequila makes me nauseous so I quickly take sips of water from the sink. I straighten again to study myself in the mirror. No one had ever marked me - or claimed me - the way that he has. Aside from my hair, there were more hickies than I’d ever had in my life along with teeth marks and finger bruises.

How did we fuck this intensely and I don’t even remember? Fucking tequila. My arm brushes my nipple and I wince, the nubs sensitive as hell and throbbing. What did he do to me?

I wonder back out to the bedroom to find JJ still in the same spot I’d left him in. It would be stupid now to go sleep out on the pullout couch after what obviously happened last night so I scoop up one of his shirts to pull on when he clears his throat, telling me he’s awake.

“Don’t put that on.” His deep, throaty sleep filled voice instantly gives me butterflies, my greedy and sore pussy pulsing in response.

“I’m naked.” I hiss, like he doesn’t know that.

“I’m aware. Lay back down.” JJ grumbles without ever opening his eyes. I hesitate, fully aware that if I climb back in that bed that I might as well mount him too because when he rolls over onto his back, his dick is painfully hard and ready. His blue eyes finally open just enough to glare at me as he holds his arm out, waiting for me to curl in next to him.

“I think we fucked last night, dude.” I mumble, slowly lowering myself down on the bed next to him. I want to hide myself but what’s the point? He’s obviously already seen it.. fucked it.. tasted it. “I don’t remember anything.”

“Hmm. I can tell.” JJ murmurs, his voice still low and filled with sleep. And now lust. “My dick is raw.” I let him pull me into his arms, my breasts smashed against his side and he pulls my leg up over his waist. This felt.. right. I just had uncontrollably butterflies in my stomach and my pussy was throbbing.

“JJ—.”

“Shut up and kiss me.” JJ immediately cups my face, tilting my head up as he smashes his lips to mine. I moan into his mouth, my hand twisting in his hair as he turns to press his body against mine. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began as he devoured my mouth. I’m gently pushed onto my back before he’s on top of me, spreading my legs wide. He pulls back to sit up and watch between our bodies as he runs his cock up and down my slit.

“You cleaned up. That’s not fair. I wanted to see my work.” JJ rasps, his hooded gaze focused on my dripping pussy.

“JJ.” I whimper, aching to have him inside me but I was nervous. Maybe even self conscious.

“Shh. We’re still drunk. We don’t know what we’re doing.” JJ gives me a small smile, making me relax a little before he thrusts inside me. My eyes widen and my mouth falls open as he fills me deeply, too deeply. I watch as his head tips back with a low sexy moan that has me clenching even harder. His mouth covers mine again as he starts to move, his hands shoving my knees to my shoulders.

“Oh, fuck.” My back threatens to arch as he hits that sweet spot with every stroke, my eyes nearly crossing as I claw at his back.

“Do you remember now?” JJ growls in my ear, moving just right so the bed doesn’t slam against the wall. I hiccup a sob as my body heats beyond measure. Images of us sweaty and rolling around in the sheets flashed before my eyes, his tongue buried between my thighs, and his cock so far down my throat that I can’t breathe. I suck in a breath as I start to cum, his hand clamping down over my mouth to muffle the sounds that I can’t stop as he completely wrecks me. I become desperate. Desperate for more as I claw at his shoulders, locking my legs around his waist as I meet his movements. One orgasm quickly turned to two and tears filled my eyes from the pure intensity of it.

“There she is. My little wild cat, desperate for cock.” JJ taunts, lifting up on his knees and planting a hand on my chest to hold me down as he keeps delivering brutal blows to my sore pussy. He was right. I was desperate for his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant, bringing my fingers to my clit in time for my pussy to gush more cum. I didn’t even care how sore I was from the inside out. I just didn’t want to stop cumming and I didn’t want to miss his face when I did.

I can tell by the way he’s panting as he pounds into me that’s he’s close too but I was far from satisfied. There was no way I’d be able to leave this room anytime soon.

Stepdad rafe finding out reader has been skipping school

Reader is 18+

As soon as Rafe heard the door shut downstairs and your babbling voice, he came out from his office to see you throwing your backpack onto the marble countertop. He almost thought it was comical how innocent you portrayed yourself as the sweetest most innocent girl who’s mommy married the troubled boy that was Ward’s Cameron’s son. Your plaid school skirt, raising up to show the fat of your ass as you reached into the fridge to get a bottle of water.

Clearing his throat, he watched you turn around, your eyes wide in surprise as you didn’t know your step-dad would be home so early. “Hi Rafe! I didn’t know you’d be at home.” You blurted out quickly, trying to read his facial expressions.

His jaw tensed, his eyes a usual light blue now dark and intense. “Didn’t know huh? Is that why you decided to skip school today, not thinking anyone would find out, because your mother is out of town and I’m working?” He asked, squinting as he stalked over towards you.

He towered over you in height as you swallowed the lump in your throat, looking down at your backpack sitting on the table. “I.. I went.” You squeaked out, avoiding the intimidating stare coming from the six foot two man.

A dark chuckle rang throughout the kitchen, his ringed hand coming to the column of your throat to squeeze. “Oh so you wanna lie to me now? Just because you got dressed in your uniform and brought your bag, you think I’m gonna believe that shit?” He gritted out, his hand in a tight grip around your throat.

Shaking his head, he forced you to bend over the island, his hand coming off your neck to yank your skirt up. His ringed fingers rubbed your cunt through the panties you wore, laughing at you were already wet on his thick digits.

“You are gonna lie to me? Skip school to probably meet some dirty pogue boy over on the cut that you send pictures of your pussy to? And now you are turned on by me catching you?… Wow. My stepdaughter really is slut.” Rafe grumbled out behind you, as he shoved two fingers in your warm cunt.

You let out a gasp at the intrusion, your head falling down from the fire that ignited your lower tummy. “Daddy.. please.” You whispered, pushing your plump ass against his fingers to get more. Pulling them out of your hole, had you whining only to get shut up by him shoving the two digits into your mouth.

“Shut it slut- maybe you’ll think twice before you do dumb shit. You can fool your mother, she’s fucking naive. But me? You know better.” He whispered in your ear, shoving his fingers further down your throat, causing you to gag. “Now, get on your knees. I’m gonna fuck your face since you wanna spew all that bullshit to me.”

daddys home

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, establish relationship (theyre married!), dad!rafe, mom!reader, p in v sex (protected), female receiving oral, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, readers stretch marks are described briefly

“when is daddy getting home?” your daughter asks for what feels like the millionth time since rafe left for work this morning.

you sigh, rubbing your forehead, hoping it alieves your splitting headache. “any minute now, poppy. why don't you go get a cup of water for him and leave it on the counter?”

you know that the task will occupy her for some time, having to drag her step stool that she uses when helping you cook around the kitchen to get a cup and fill it.

you let out a breath of relief when you hear rafe pull into the driveway.

“daddy! daddy!” poppy hears the noise as well, running to the garage door, jumping up and down excitedly as she waits for rafe to come in.

she jump-tackles him as soon as he opens the door. rafe laughs, catching her in his arms.

“hi baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head, toeing his shoes off onto the mat.

“welcome home.” you say, moving over to rafe, pressing your face into the shoulder that poppy isn't currently resting hers against.

“you okay?” rafe whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. he sets poppy down carefully, only half listening as she begins to tell him about getting rafe a water all by herself like a big girl.

“yeah, she's just been… a lot today.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around rafes waist, snuggling into his warm body.

“hey, poppy. wanna spend the night at aunt wheezies?” rafe asks.

“yes! yes! yes!” poppy screams, quickly flying up the stairs to her room with her unstoppable toddler energy to pack a bag.

“thank you.” you look to rafe, taking a moment to press a kiss to his lips.

“wheeze has been begging to have her over, she'll be so happy.” rafe says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “and you can get a real break.”

“god, i need it too.” you laugh, pulling away from rafe but not before giving him another kiss. “i love poppy to death, but she can be so exhausting some days.”

“aw, baby.” rafe coos. “why don't you go get in the bath, ill help poppy pack a bag then take her over the wheezies.”

“mmm, sounds perfect, can't wait to spend a night just us.” you wink at rafe before both heading further into the house and up the stairs. poppy has had a string of clinginess lately, especially at night knowing you and rafe are just down the hall, so she fakes nightmares to sleep in your bed.

it's nice having her so close, but at the same time you haven't been intimate with rafe in months.

“poppy.” you call into her room, seeing her stuffing pajamas into her backpack. “you be good for auntie wheezie, okay? ill pick you up in the morning and if you behaved, we can go to the park.”

“okay, mommy.” poppy nods, a serious look on her face.

“daddy is gonna help you pack then take you over.” you finish, looking to rafe.

“thank you again babe.” you whisper, rubbing your thumb over his cheek before heading towards your bedroom. you turn on the hot tap in the master bath, letting the jacuzzi tub fill as you scrounge in the cabinets for your epsom salt.

you let out a groan when you sink into the bath, eyes closing as you relax into the hot water, your muscles finally getting a break after entertaining poppy all day.

you relax in the bath until the water starts to turn room temperature. you pull the drain before getting out, toweling yourself dry. you go through your skincare routine quickly before pulling your robe on.

you exit the bathroom to see rafe on the bed, back against the headboard, having changed out of his work clothes to sweats.

“was she excited?” you question.

“poppy or wheezie?” rafe jokes, a soft smile on his face. “both of them were so excited, but i think wheeze might have more fun than poppy does.”

“that's good.” you laugh before taking a deep sigh.

“how are you feeling now?” rafe asks, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. you move to stand in front of him, letting your knees press into the side of the mattress.

“a million times better. no more headache.”

“good.” rafe tugs at the strap on your robe, not hard enough to undo it, but making his intentions clear. “wanna lay down?” 

“just lay down?” you smirk, raising one eyebrow.

“if that's what you want,” rafe takes your hands in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin. “mrs. cameron.”

“i want you.” you tell rafe, taking your hand out of his grasp to tug your robe open, revealing yourself to him. you slide the fabric off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

“you're so beautiful.” rafe says, eyes sweeping over your naked body. he rubs a hand over your stomach, the small lines running over your skin, the physical reminder of your pregnancy.

“this part of you is the most beautiful.” rafe leans forward, kissing the stretch marks. “because it shows that you carried our daughter. kept her safe inside you for nine months until he she was ready to see the world.”

“you're gonna make me cry.” you sniffle, feeling tears start to form.

“wanna make you cry a different way.” rafe says, standing up suddenly while turning you swiftly, pushing your hips down so now you're the one sat on the edge of the mattress.

rafe sinks down to his knees, spreading your thighs open for him, revealing your cunt.

“you know-” you gasp when rafe begins to kiss along your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. “i was worried when i first got pregnant that you wouldn’t be attracted to me after i gave birth.”

“really?” rafe questions. “why would you ever worry about something as impossible as that?”

“pregnancy brain.” you shrug, eyes fluttering closed as rafe spreads your thighs further, wrapping his hand around your ankle and bringing your heel up onto the bed.

“well, mrs. cameron-” rafe leans in, licking a stripe straight through your folds. “no need to worry anymore, i find you very attractive.”

you smile, bringing one hand to rafes hair, clutching it between your finger as he dives in, tongue swiping through your wetness, tasting you on his tongue. rafe works his way up from your entrance to your clit before lapping over the sensitive skin there.

“taste so good mama.” rafe hums, letting his tongue flick and play with your clit. you let out a cry, glad that you’re able to be as loud as you want with poppy out of the house.

“more.” you whine.

“all these years later, carrying my baby and you're still my little slut.” rafe tsks, bringing his finger to your entrance and plunging it in, thrusting in and out slowly as his lips wrap around your clit, giving gentle sucks to build you up, tease you.

“can’t wait for you to fuck me.” you toss your head back, pushing your hips even further into rafes face.

“yeah, you miss my cock?” 

“all the time.” you whine, bringing your other foot onto the bed as well, spreading your knees wide open to give rafe even more space to work into you as he adds a second finger.

“you think after being married for five years you’d be sick of me.” rafe jokes, but you shake your head.

“never, daddy.” the nickname impacts rafe differently now that he is actually a dad, knowing it comes from a different place.

“god, i was gonna have you cum on my tongue three times before i fucked you, but i need you too badly.” rafe stands up, but not before pressing another kiss to your clit, now puffy and red from the attention.

rafe hesitates before reaching for the nightstand drawer, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but before you can comment on it, he is removing his clothes and rolling the condom onto his length and lining himself up with your cunt. 

he rubs briefly through your folds before pushing in, sinking into your pussy. you let out a loud moan, unafraid to get interrupted by your daughter as rafe copies your moan right back.

“such a perfect pussy for me baby.” rafe coos, beginning to pump his hips forward. you wrap your legs around his hips as he leans forward, pushing until your back is resting against the sheets. he hovers over you, pressing your lips together. 

you moan into his mouth, moving your hips up and down in sync with his thrusts. your bare chests are rubbing together, yours still slightly damp from the bath. your nipples catch as rafe moves, making you whimper.

“so big.” you cry out, hands moving along rafes back, feeling the cords of muscles as they stretch with his movements.

“filling you up real good, huh?” rafe smirks, cocky that he can still get you in this state just from his dick.

“so good.” you turn your head to bite rafes earlobe, tugging on it. “you know,-” you gasp when rafe speeds up. “this is the same position we were in when i got pregnant with poppy.”

you remember the night well, when you ran out of condoms and decided together fuck it, were married, and you were blessed with your little girl soon after.

“yeah? want me to take the condom off mama? fill your belly up again?” rafe asks, moving a thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly.

“yeah, daddy, yeah i do- fuck!” your back arches off the bed as rafe pumps faster, your body quivering as his thumb strokes you to orgasm, the tightening of your cunt causing him to spill into the condom.

rafe breaths heavily, hips slowly grinding into you as you work through your highs.

rafe pulls out as you try to stop your deep gasps of breaths. he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash can before climbing back onto the bed, flopping down next to you.

“were you serious?” rafe asks.

you don't need any more context to know exactly what rafe is referring to.

“i wouldn't mind having another baby.” you say honestly. “besides, poppy will start kindergarten in around a year, so think about in around nine months having another little one.” you feel yourself already beginning to tear up at the thought, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“oh, baby.” rafe coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into him. “well, since poppy is still at aunt wheezies…” rafe trails off, moving his hand from your waist lower to cup your pussy. “we can get trying right now.”

“it only took you one try for poppy.” you remind rafe, slinging your leg over rafes body, twisting yourself to sit on top of him, rubbing your cunt over his length.

“yeah…” rafe places his hands on your hips, flipping you over so your back is against the bed. “but maybe i want more than one try.” rafe says as his cock slides back inside of you.

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CAUGHT RED HANDED — jj.maybank

pairing: jj maybank & fem!reader

summary: keeping your relationship a secret has been pretty easy so far, but when the both of you get carried away one day, it’s hard to defend yourselves when you get caught by fellow pogues.

warnings: making out, marking, dry humping

author’s note: requested by anon, thank you, i had fun writing this! also i just realised that my blog’s aesthetic is rafe and yet somehow i have more jj content lol. oh well. i hope you guys enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated!

taglist: @rafetopia @rvfecamerons @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut

“Y’know,” you mumble out breathlessly as JJ sucks on the soft skin of your neck. “They could come back any minute.”

You feel JJ smile into his wet kisses, your hands threading into his blonde hair, gently tugging at the roots when he sucks on your sweet spot. He grumbles against your neck.

“What?” You ask, eyes fluttering closed as his lips begin sucking and teeth nibbling. You’re 100% positive that he’ll leave marks and you’re not sure how you’ll explain it to the others. Bad mosquito bite? Maybe a bad reaction to some new lotion? Please, since when did you buy new lotion?

“Jay…” you shift in his lap, your barely covered core rubbing ever so lightly against his crotch. You can feel him through his cargo shorts… so, so, so big. “S-stop. You gotta-gotta stop. Jay, baby. I can’t have you mark me up.”

JJ pulls away with a pop! from your neck. His eyes sparkle as he stares at his handy-work. “And why not? I think I did a pretty good job.”

You roll your eyes, hands sliding out from his hair to rest behind his bare shoulders— his t-shirt thrown somewhere behind you. “You do realise who we’re friends with, right? They literally came up with ‘Pogues don’t mack on other Pogues’. We’re literally breaking that rule and you’re making it obvious.”

JJ hums in thought, “What they won’t know won’t hurt them.”

You suppose he’s right, but still… the others could be back at any moment. They only went out to get some beer and food— a twenty minute errand at the most.

The angel on your shoulder tells you to call it quits before you get caught, but the devil is speaking louder; a few more minutes won’t hurt, in fact, you’ll enjoy this moment a lot more if you kept going.

“Come on,” JJ slides his hands to your hips, gently squeezing the supple flesh as his fingers toy with the waistband of your lacy underwear. “They’ll be arguing over what food to buy anyway, we have plenty of time.”

And with that, it seems he’s convinced you to keep going.

JJ smiles up at you before capturing your lips against his. You turn your head slightly to deepen the kiss and a rogue moan echoes in your throat as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. It feels like torture not having him inside you, so the next best thing is to grind against him until your body feels like putty.

Your hips move slowly at first, feeling the thickness of him through his shorts drives you crazy and you open your mouth slightly to allow JJ to slide his tongue in. You drop a hand from his shoulder to trail down his chest and torso, your own stomach tensing when you feel the hard muscles underneath your fingertips.

JJ pulls away briefly, allowing the two of you to catch your breath; his lips turning red from the force of his kisses.

“Look at you, baby.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he watches you grind against his erection. It takes everything in him not to flip you over and make you cry out his name. “Could watch you all day—“

His words get cut off by a loud slam.

You stop your movements abruptly, heart hammering in your chest. “What was that?”

Another loud slam and muffled voices now reach your ears. “Fuck! They’re back!” You push off JJ in lightning speed, your head snapping in every direction to find your shorts. “Where the fuck are my shorts?!”

JJ scrambles up from the sofa, diving towards his strewn t-shirt lying on the floor near your feet. His eyes practically bulge out of his head as he tries and helps you find your shorts but for some fucking reason they’ve vanished.

“Now is not the time for things to go missing. Where are they?” You hiss at him. Your heart is beating erratically in your chest.

“I don’t know!” JJ is picking cushions up, books up, pieces of furniture and your shorts are still nowhere to be found. “Look, hey. Just sit on the sofa, put a pillow on your lap and pretend to look comfy. I’ll sit over here and just… sit.”

You freak out at his idea but drop down on the sofa when several footsteps sound from down the hall.

“Hey, we got so much food. Kie and John B didn’t know what to get so… uhhh what’s going on?” Pope looks between you and JJ, one hand on the back of the sofa as he studies the two of you.

Sarah moves into the room next, her eyes landing on your face before swivelling to JJ’s and squinting at his hair. “What’s up with your hair, JJ?”

JJ swipes at his hair until he thinks it looks normal again. It does not.

John B and Kie file in next, the bag of food drops from Kie’s hand and she tries not to laugh. Whereas John B is holding a box crate of beer and if he dares to drop it you know you’ll get the blame for causing a distraction.

“What the hell did you two do?” Kie always figures things out first. “And don’t lie. It’s obvious you two did something. Spill.”

You look over at JJ and he shakes his head. “Nothing. We were just talking the whole time you guys were out.”

You wince at his poor excuse but from the way Pope shrugs his shoulders you think you’ve gotten away with it.

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.” Sarah says, arms folding over her chest. “I mean, if you two were just talking, then why is JJ’s shirt inside out and Y/N, why are your shorts hanging off the back of the couch?”

“Oh.” Is all you have to say. Well. That’s that then. Relationship exposed or whatever.

“Yeah, I’m not dealing with this.” John B turns on his heels and walks back outside with the beer, Pope just nods and follows him. Kie and Sarah give each other a knowing look.

“Pogues don’t mack on other pogues, remember?” Kie says, her head tilting at you but her smile says she’s not even remotely bothered. “Just don’t do it on the sofa next time, we gotta sit there.”

You and JJ nod your heads so quickly you feel as if they’re going to fall off. You both watch Kie leave the room, Sarah trailing behind so slowly but stops just before she’s out of sight. She leans against the wall and points to your neck, “Nice work, JJ, but Y/N you got to cover that up.” Her voice is soft, low, almost as if she doesn’t want the others hearing so you don’t get even more embarrassed. “I’ve got some makeup in John B’s room, use some of that.”

You nod your head, mouthing thank you. Once she’s gone back outside, you stand from the sofa and make your way over to JJ. You slap him on the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” He’s rubbing the spot you hit him on.

You stalk out of the room. “That’s for marking me up, dingbat.”

“I love you, though!” He calls from the living room.

“Yeah whatever.” You shout back from John B’s room. “I love you, too.”

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

Stepbro!rafe getting the reader pregnant and she tells the family it’s a random tourons baby but race is still fucking her every night

It was a surprise when you, Ward Cameron’s step-daughter fell pregnant at the age of 19. Word got around the island about who’s baby it could be? Which led you to ultimately telling your parents that it was a random touron’s that happened one night at the boneyard. They could never know the real truth, that being the eldest Cameron sibling was the real father of your baby.

“How would mom and dad feel if they found out I’m plowing my pregnant step-sister every night?” Rafe whispered, his toned hips thrusting into your soaking cunt. Ever since you had at started your second trimester, you had been hornier than ever and dripping wet with little to no effort. The sloppy sound of your hole, echoing throughout the bedroom as the taller boy had no signs of slowing down. “The pregnant step-sister that is carrying my baby.” He laughed.

“Rafe.. I’m gonna cum again.” You moaned out quietly, voice small as you felt the pit of your belly tighten as your third orgasm was coming strong. The poor towel beneath you, already soaked from your previous climaxes. His words never let up, always vulgar and dirty, reminding you of just how messed up all of this was, yet it made you soak his cock.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good little pregnant slut for daddy and squirt again? Turns you on doesn’t it? Knowing you are knocked up by your step-brother’s baby.”

pink sundress

dark!rafe x innocent!reader

based on: this ask!!!

cw: rough p in v sex , fingering, manipulation/coercion (DUBCON), slight sir kink (GOODBYE I HAD TO), degradation (rafe calls r a slut like twice), i think that’s it??

a/n: ok everyone please be nice bc this is my first time writing smut😭😭 i think it’s goooooood though and i’m excited to hear what y’all think! i actually worked really hard on this (like i deadass did research😭😭) and also got a bit carried away bc it’s 1.7k words but i’m very proud of it so i hope u all enjoy!!! anon bae i hope u love it and thank u so so much for ur request <3!!!!! and @sugarcoatedstarkey THANK YOOOUUU for helping me when i got stuck and for beta reading🥹💐💐💐<3

you swiped one more layer of chapstick on before turning your car off and hopping out. you walked through the front door of tannyhill, slipped your shoes off, and made your way up the stairs and into rafe’s bedroom. 

he met you at the door, opening it swiftly just as you were going to knock. 

“hey angel.” he pulled you into a hug and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, making you giggle.

“hey rafey.” you smiled as he stepped back to admire you. it was a particularly hot day in the outer banks, so you decided to wear the pink sundress rafe bought you recently. you loved the way it fit and how good it made your boobs look without a bra. 

by the way he was scanning over your body, almost hungrily, you could tell that rafe liked the dress, too. 

“do you like it?” you asked, gesturing to yourself with a smile. “it’s the one you just bought me.” 

“i-um-yeah.” rafe cleared his throat before he continued talking. “yeah baby, looks good on you.” 

a blush crept onto your cheeks as he pulled you in again, peppering kisses along your jaw and neck. 

his hands roamed all over your body as he kissed you. he slipped his hands under your dress and squeezed your hips harshly before moving up to cup your breasts. you gasped when you felt his rough hands on the soft skin. 

“rafe!” you tried to pull away, but he quickly moved his hands back to your hips and brought you closer to him. 

he walked you backwards to the bed and laid you down, his blue eyes growing dark as he towered over you. 

“come on, angel. you’ve been making me wait for months, and then you show up to my house, when its just us, wearing this?” rafe leans back, his eyes hungrily scanning over your body before leaning back in. you gulp at the feeling of his breath fanning your face. “and you think i’m just going to let you? that i’m not going to make you wish you’d worn something else?” 

“I…I…” you place both hands on his chest and try to push him off of you, but its no use. rafe is much stronger than you and his body is practically pinning you to the bed already. he laughs lowly and, before you know it, he’s got both of your wrists in one hand and raises them above your head. 

his grip is tightening and you’re squirming underneath him with tears slowly streaming down your face, but, again, he doesn’t budge. 

“hey, hey, stop.” rafe looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, like he can’t believe you’re actually fighting him-fighting this. “i do so much for you. i buy you anything you want. i take you on all these fancy dates and trips, and you can’t give me this one thing?” he drags his hand up your thigh, bunching your dress at your hip, before he speaks again. “don’t you want to make me happy? make me feel good?”

your mind raced as you thought about what he was saying- what he was asking of you. he did spoil you to no end, buying you whatever you wanted and letting you take his card when you went shopping with your friends. he did take you to the fanciest restaurants and he’d even taken you to his family’s house in the bahamas. he’d never asked for much in return, just for you to love and be loyal to him, and, of course, this. 

and, when you thought about it, was it really that much? after all he’s done for you, was it really too much for rafe to ask you to give yourself up to him? to let him be the one to take your virginity? 

you sniffled before answering him. “of course i do-”

“so give me this. show me how much you love me.” 

“i’m just…i’m scared, rafe, and i don’t know if i’m ready.” 

“nothing to be scared of, baby girl.” 

before you could object further, rafe was kissing you roughly and snatching your panties down your legs. 

his lips moved from your jaw to your neck, nipping harshly at the sensitive skin. 

while rafe’s mouth was busy peppering kisses up and down your body, his hands were hiking your dress up and over your head. he paused briefly once you were completely naked, his dark eyes raking over your bare figure 

he knelt inbetween your legs and hooked his arms around your thighs, snatching you towards him. before you could process what was happening, rafe buried his face in your already dripping cunt, his tongue devouring your clit like man starved. 

your back arched off the mattress as you gasped with pleasure. when you felt him insert a finger into you, your heels dug into his shoulders- the overwhelming feeling causing you to subconsciously move away from him. 

this only caused him to grab your hip with his free hand, dragging you back to him. 

“don’t fucking run from me.” he growled against your clit, the vibrations forcing a moan from your lips. 

“r-rafe, ‘s too much.” tears were streaming down your face as you spoke. 

he chuckled as he finally pulled his face away from your throbbing heat. 

“baby, we’re just getting started.” he returned to his position, his fingers and tongue making you dizzy. 

‘just getting started?’ you thought to yourself. if this was just getting started, you weren’t sure how you’d react to whatever else he had planned. your head was already spinning just from his fingers and mouth. 

“i’m-ah-’m…rafe!” you whined as the coil in your stomach strained tighter and tighter, waiting to be released. 

“yeah? you wanna cum?” he spoke, his raspy voice sending you into orbit. 

you nodded furiously. “yes! p-please!” 

rafe pulled his face away from you, his dark eyes staring directly into yours as he spoke. “hmm, i dunno, baby. you don’t really sound like you want to. why don’t you beg some more?” 

his fingers curled inside of you while he watched you, waiting to hear you beg for your release.

“please, rafe! i-i’m so close!” your back arched off the mattress again as his fingers worked their magic inside of you while he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb and palmed himself through his shorts with his free hand. 

“come for me, princess. come on my fingers.” 

one more harsh rub on your clit and you came completely undone- your body jerking and your legs shaking as you came on rafe’s fingers. he fingered you through your orgasm, his dick growing painfully hard in his shorts at the way your walls squeezed his fingers. 

your mind was still racing when rafe stood up and placed his fingers in your open mouth while using his free hand to slide out of his shorts and boxers. he knelt in between your legs again and, without even giving you time to breathe, your legs were thrown over his shoulders and his hips slammed against yours as he rammed his dick inside you. 

you gasped at the sudden intrusion and your hands flew to his back, your freshly manicured nails searing into his skin as he thrusted into you. 

“fuck..” rafe threw his head back, groaning at the intense pleasure he was feeling between your pussy clenching around him and your almond shaped nails digging into his back. 

“this was what you wanted, huh? showing up in that tiny dress- practically begging me to fuck you like the slut you are.” 

“i…” you couldn’t find the answer he was looking for, as his pace had your mind all foggy, your vision blurry with tears. 

“answer me.” he grabbed your jaw roughly, forcing you to look at him as his hips rutted into yours- the sound of panting and skin slapping together filling his large bedroom. 

“yes! god, yes! y-yes sir!” your eyes rolled back in your head, too caught up to notice the way he twitched inside of you after calling him that. 

that, along with the way you were taking him so well and squeezing around him, your body telling him that you were close, was enough to give him the adrenaline boost he needed, picking up speed as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. 

“ra-fuck-” you breathed out. “rafe, i’m-”

“you wanna cum again, princess?” he asked, his fingers now digging into the soft skin on your hips as he held himself up. 

“mhm..” you moaned out. 

“come on then. be a good girl and ask me.” his eyes met yours, almost causing you to come undone immediately. his ocean blue eyes were now black and a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin, sticking his hair to his forehead. 

“rafe, please!” 

“yeah, come on, doll. make a mess all over my dick like the slut you are.”

and make a mess you did. your back arched off the bed, toes curling as you screwed your eyes shut. 

“uh uh, look at me. look at me while you’re cumming so you know it’s me whos making you feel this good. me, my dick, that’s ruining this tight pussy.”

you opened your eyes and held eye contact with rafe as he fucked you out of your high and into his. he let out a string of breathy “fuck”s and “Y/N”s as he released thick ropes of cum into you. once rafe finally rode out his orgasm, he pulled out of you and flopped onto the bed beside you, pulling you on top of him. 

your chests seemed to move in sync as the two of you struggled to catch your breath. you rested your head on your hands as you looked at rafe. he brushed your hair away from your forehead and planted a soft kiss to your lips. when he pulled away, he simply stared at you for a minute, causing you to giggle. 

“what?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. 

“gonna buy you that dress in every fucking color.”

bfb!mattheo who hears/sees tom fucking u and makes up a whole scenario where he can one up his brother while he staring from the crack in the door?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ boyfriend’s brother!mattheo watching you and tom through the door

warnings ; 18+ mdni, p in v, voyeurism, swearing

₊⊹ navigation ; bfb!mattheo ; au’s ; m.list

he shouldn’t be here. 

he knows that. knows it in the way his fingers curl into fists at his sides, in the way his chest tightens with something worse than anger, something uglier than hate. knows it in the way his breath is fucking shallow, standing there like a goddamn ghost outside tom’s bedroom door, the sliver of space between the wood and the frame just big enough to see you.

and fuck—he wishes he couldn’t. wishes he could turn around, pretend he never heard the first telltale sounds, never saw the way your body moved beneath his brother, never had to watch you like this, spread out, panting, moaning his fucking name. tom. like you meant it.

his jaw clenches as he watches, eyes narrowing, assessing, criticizing. tom's movements are too stiff, too controlled, too fucking careful, like he’s handling glass instead of a girl who needs to be ruined.

his fingers twitch at his sides. tom’s grip on your waist is all wrong. it’s tight, but not tight enough—like he doesn’t even fucking realize what he has in his hands. your hips don’t lift high enough, your legs aren’t spread the way they should be. you need to be tilted forward just a little more—just enough to hit that one spot that makes your breath hitch and your fingers claw at the sheets. tom won’t do it. tom doesn’t know. mattheo wants to fucking kill him for it.

pathetic.

he drags his tongue across his teeth, biting down on his cheek so hard he swears he tastes blood. he could do it better. he would do it better. he’d ruin you. have you trembling, crying his fucking name instead. make you feel it in your bones, make you crave him like sin.

his nails dig into his palms. tom’s voice is steady, collected, not even a goddamn growl in his throat. not desperate. mattheo hates him for it. he hates him for touching you without the kind of obsession that would drive a man mad.

he exhales sharply, his hand dragging down his face, trying to fight off the sick, burning jealousy twisting in his gut. it’s embarrassing, really, standing here, watching, but he can’t help himself. because the thought won’t leave his head—how much better he could make you feel.  

he wonders what you’d sound like if it was him instead. if you’d gasp the same way, if you’d arch the same way. if you’d look back at him with that dazed, hazy expression, lips parted, cheeks flushed, body trembling. he bets you would. he bets you’d look even prettier falling apart for him. bets he could make you shake, make you cry, make you forget every single fucking thing about his brother.

his cock throbs at the thought, and he lets out a sharp exhale, pressing his forehead against the wall, trying to will the heat away. he should leave. he should fucking leave.

but then he hears you whimper, soft and broken, and he sees the way tom barely reacts, the way he doesn’t even acknowledge what a fucking gift he’s been given, and something inside him snaps.

fucking tom. doesn’t deserve you.  

he licks his lips, dragging his teeth over the lower one, and exhales slowly. 

one day, he tells himself, he’s going to ruin you. one day, he’s going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. and when that day comes, you’ll forget tom riddle ever fucking existed.

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