Pink Sundress

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."

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Where Savanna Rios, the reigning queen of Beacon Hills High, learns that while she may be at the top of the social food chain, she's not the only predator prowling the campus.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!OC

© teen wolf ( season 3a - TBD ) » villain playlist

Warnings: swearing, sexual themes, death, blood, gore, violence, brief mentions of cannibalism (she's a man eating siren), oc being a bully with a heart of gold, human sacrifices, biting, hair pulling, slowburn, eventual smut.

00. prologue

01. femme fatale

02. maneater

more coming soon . . .

Alright @blueicequeen19 here's my take

Exhibitionism

Sub!JJ Maybank x dom!fem!reader

(My work is not to be copied or transfered. However, you may reblog the shit out of it.)

A/n: literally the first thing I've managed to write in what feels like for ever

Warnings: sub!JJ, dry humping, mommy kink, usage of sex toys, exhibitionism (obvi), humiliation kink, degrading, praise kink, unedited,

His constant squirming kept you bitting back a smug grin of obviously enjoyment. You were in public - dinner, a date - and he couldn't stop his clearly uncomfortable fidgeting. Blue eyes widening, lust blown, as you trailed the toe of your maroon stilettos up the inner portion of his thigh. "Behave yourself, beautiful, if you want mommy to take care of you later." The words, whispered seductively, carried only far enough to reach his red tented ears, eliciting a needy whine from your sub. You brought your lips together in a way that feigned shushing him and he sat back, shying against the booth.

"Hi, my name's Lizzy, I'm going to be your server today. What can I get you guys started off with?" The brunette looked from you to your boyfriend, taking in his twitching fingers and bouncing thighs, napkin laid over his lap. She turned to you with concern but you met her gaze with nothing more than a polite smile. You took the opportunity to turn up the remote, watching your waitress's gaze snap back at the audible gasp from your date. "I'll have an ice tea, please, if you don't mind and- JJ?" He looked up at you with tear filled eyes, watching your smirk lift up with amusement. "I- I'll, um, I'll have the same."

You beamed proudly at him, making eye contact before he quickly dropped his back to his lap. You turned back to the waitress to see her staring at you with an odd look. You put on a faux look of sympathy, whispering to her as if revealing a secret. "He's really shy. There's just a lot for him to take in right now, being here." She nodded, lips forming an "o" in understanding. Quickly, her look was replaced with a cheerful smile and she snapped her pad shut after having written down the drinks. "Alright, I'll be right back with those. Do we need menus?" You turned up the vibrations again, watching the way JJ jumped but your waitress seemed to have missed the difference this time.

"No, thank you. We're just going to discuss." She nodded and walked away and you turned back to your boyfriend, taking in his white knuckle grip on the edge of the table. "Please, mommy, please... I- I need it." His eyes found yours, bottom lip bitten to the point of drawing a bead of blood. Your face softened but as your foot came back up to graze his bulge he could tell it wasn't genuine. "Need what, baby? More bread sticks? I'm sure we can ask our waitress." His eyes were pleading, lip trembling with desperation. "Please." It was so faint, carried on a breathless exhale at best. "Rut against my foot, J. That's all you're getting."

He slid up in the booth, hissing as your pointed toe pressurized against his bulge. You reached for another bread stick, slowly nibbling away at it as he started rubbing himself against you through the confinements of his slacks. You glanced over the restaurant, taking in the laughing faces of couples, some less happy than others it seemed as one girl got up and stormed out. You watched her go, turning back to the confused face of the man she had been dining with. Your own company made a needy little sound and your turned to him, knit brows telling you he was close. It hadn't even been three minutes.

"Aww, is my little boy close already? You like humping mommy's foot that much, babe?" He flushed deep with embarrassment and you laughed. Of course, you knew he didn't really have some sort of fetish for the thing, no. He was just desperate and needing for any form of relief he could get. If that meant humping your foot, he'd take it. "Are you going to make a mess for me? Let me feel you cum under my foot and then sit there in soaked boxers for the rest of dinner?" Your words set him off and he gasped loudly, though thankfully the noise was swallowed by the buzz of the busy restaurant. You felt him twitch and throb beneath your shoe, hips bucking a bit more sporadically now than they had been. He was making a scene and yet no one else seemed to notice.

Finally he stopped humping you and slumped back in his seat, hands still gripping the table until you finally turned off the toy and gave him some relief. You leaned forwards across the table and eyed the large cum stain on his slacks, amusement bubbling from your chest in a teasing giggle. His eyes were half closed in a post orgasmic haze and you grinned. Reaching your hand across the table to offer him the last bite of your bread stick. He took it obediently, blossoming a fuzzy feeling beneath the prideful smile you gave him. Then your waitress returned and put a damper on the moment. "Okay, here are your drinks and- are we ready to order yet?"

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Broken Toy

Warnings: non-con, Dark JJ, oral, overstimulation, orgasm denial, reader got JJ fired, unprotected sex

I yank her into my bedroom, slamming the door shut and shove her against the dresser. The noise of the party is muffled but I can still feel the thump of the bass letting me know if she screams, no one will hear her. Her big doe eyes glare up at me defiantly as I crowd her space but I can see the way she’s trembling. I know she’s scared.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growl, caging her against the door with an arm on either side. I hate how good she looks. I’ve never seen her with a speck of makeup on and I can’t be the only guy that’s noticed her tonight. She’d cause a fucking wreck.

“I was invited. If I’d known it was your place, I wouldn’t have come.” She tries to keep her voice firm but she fails. I don’t buy her bullshit. This girl is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A snake in the grass, waiting to strike. She hides behind fake innocence and her manners but I know the truth. I plan to make her life fucking miserable for what she did.

“You don’t belong here.” I snap, letting my gaze openly descend her body in the tight little dress she showed up in. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra and it makes me wonder what kind of panties she’s wearing under something so tight.

“Then let me leave.” She pleads, her cheeks red with embarrassment.

“Where’s the fun in that?” I lean in until I can smell her sweet scent mixed with her shampoo. I bite back a groan and resist the urge to kiss her neck. I love that I can see her pulse racing. That she’s breathing so quickly, trying to catch her breath.

“JJ, please just—.”

“Tell me you love sucking cock.” I demand in her ear, loving the way her body stiffens. Goosebumps appear along her bare shoulder.

“I’ve never—.”

“Say. It.”

“I love sucking cock.” Those words mixed with her breathy whimper have my cock hardening in my sweats.

“Now say, fill me with your cum JJ.”

She swallows. “Fill me with your cum JJ.”

“Say, you own all my holes.”

“You own all my h-holes.” She sniffles and this time I can’t stop myself from kissing just below her ear, pressing my cock against her so she feels how hard I am just from her words. I don’t care if I made her say them.

“You don’t talk or even look at another dude until I say so.” My free hand finds her throat so I can grant myself easier access to her neck. She whimpers, her body rigid against mine as I leave sloppy wet kisses.

The thought of marking her makes me feral. I want every guy on the island to know she belongs to me. I don’t realize how hard I’ve bitten down until her nails bite into my chest where she’s pushing against me. One of her tears lands on my cheek and I smile as I release her flesh and trail my tongue up the side of her face.

She makes a frustrated noise, her eyes narrowing into slits as I step back. When she notices the bulge in my sweats, her eyes nearly bug out and she flushes a deep shade of pink. But not as dark as the huge hickey on her neck.

“Take your panties off.”

“No.”

My eyes widen for a moment before I take a step forward and she quickly shoves her hands under the skin tight material. She struggles but I watch in fascination as her dress moves higher and higher with her attempts until just when I think I’ll see the triangle covering her pussy, she bends to shove them down her legs and leaves them on her ankles as she works her dress back down her thighs.

“Don’t move.” I instruct just as she makes a move for the panties. She freezes before putting her back against the door, eyes wide as she watches me kneel in front of her. I carefully lift each of her high heels so I can free her panties. My plan was to humiliate her but now I’m losing it. I look up at her as I bring her cute little pink panties to my nose and sniff, making me groan from her scent alone. I don’t miss the wet spot either. She gasps, quickly looking away in humiliation but I grab her leg roughly in warning.

“Don’t look away from me again.” I growl, her wide eyes quickly finding mine again. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I don’t even recognize myself.

I shove her panties in my pocket and quickly lean forward, burying my face in her dress just over her pussy. She whimpers, attempting to pull her hips back but it’s no use. I shove her dress up over her hips the best I can and nearly cum in my pants from the site of her shaved pussy slick with arousal. She’s glistening and I can’t stand it. I don’t know if I want more or less. Do I love it or hate it that she’s so turned on?

“Have you ever had anyone done here?” I ask, looking up at her trembling form. She shakes her head, keeping her pleading eyes on me.

“Good.” I lean forward but she bucks in fear. I slap her thighs hard, making her cry out as I push her legs open a little wider.

“If you move I’ll bite.” I hold her terrified gaze so she knows I’m serious before I dive in. Her scent and taste overwhelms me immediately. A soft sob escapes her as I lick and suck and pry her with my tongue. I use my hands to spread her lips and easily find her swollen clit. I suck it into my mouth and she mewls, her knees threatening to buckle as I suck harder and harder.

I resist the urge to make her cum. The urge to hear her cries and moans. The urge to hear her scream my name. I have to remind myself that this isn’t for her pleasure. It’s for me. So I back off her clit and lick everywhere but there. When her breathing comes quicker and needier, I move to a different spot. I tease her until her arousal drips down her thighs and my chin. Until her knees are fucking shaking and I know she’s moments away from fisting my hair and shoving my head where she needs.

It takes every ounce of my strength to pull back and meet her gaze. Her eyes are hooded, lips parted, and her cheeks are flushed. She’s fucking delicious.

“You don’t get to cum.” I don’t wipe my mouth as I slowly get to my feet and she seems to sag against the door in defeat. When my hand shoots out to fist the back of her hair, the lust is quickly replaced with fear as I yank her forward and smash my mouth over hers. She’s too stunned to put up much of a fight as I make her taste herself. Taste her desperation and need on my tongue. I devour her until she’s putty in my hands and leaning into me. When she moans, I pull back with a snarl. I don’t want her to see how much I want this. I don’t want her to get any sort of pleasure from this. This is me owning her.

“Your turn.” She blinks at me until I put a hand on each of her shoulders and force her down.

“JJ, please—.” Her begging has my cock pulsing in my sweats and I know she can see it by the way the whites of her eyes are showing.

“Save your begging for when I’m balls deep inside your sweet pussy. Now take it out.” I grind out my words, moving my hand to her hair to guide her movements.

“All this over a job?” She spats, shooting me a defiant look as she tentatively reaches for the waistband of my sweats. Her fingers brush over my skin as she peels the material down and I can’t help but shudder.

“I warned you.” I snap, intrigued with her delicate movements. I’m not wearing any boxers so when her hand slides inside the material and immediately meets my cock, she gasps, shooting me a surprised look.

“You’re not wearing boxers and you have a house full of people?” She scoffs, her voice soft as she wraps her hand around my cock and pulls it free.

“Easy access for when I’m getting my dick sucked.” I taunt, her lip rolling in disgust. “Now put it in your mouth.”

“No.” She removes her hand. I step forward, pinning her against the door with my legs. She glares at me, my cock in her face.

“Either it goes in your mouth or it goes in your ass.” My threat hangs in the air for a moment before you wraps her lips around the weeping tip, making my knees weak as I brace myself against the door. I try not to make any sounds but I can’t stop them as she works just the tip until she’s more comfortable to take more. I’m barely half way in and she’s gagging, backing off only to try again.

“Suck harder.” I rasp, unable to tear my eyes away as she moves back and forth, hallowing out her cheeks until I can hear the suction. My balls tighten and sparks shoot up my spine as she sucks. I don’t want this to be over yet so I shove her off with a growl and yank her to her feet.

“What—.” I pull her into the attached bathroom and slam the door before making her bend over the vanity.

“You want to make it up to me? You want all to be forgiven and go back to the way it was?” I demand, our eyes locked in the mirror.

“Y-yes.”

“Then pull your dress back up and spread your legs.” I’m shaking with need, hanging on to the last bit of restraint I have left.

“You promise?” She whispers, already tugging her dress up then widening her stance as she sniffles. Her makeup is running but I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful. I love that she looks like that because of me.

“Yes. Arch your back. Stick your ass out.” I push down on her back and she juts her ass out as I step up behind her. I palm her bare ass, my cock leaking precum all over the pretty flesh.

“Are you going to wear a condom?” She whispers.

“What do you think?” I snap, guiding the head to her wet entrance.

“I-I’m not on anything. I’m a virgin.” I suspected that but having her confirm it only lights my blood on fire more. I’m the first to have her. She’s mine.

“Then you better hope I pull out in time.” Her eyes widen and I thrust in, tearing through her hymen in one go and making her scream out. She’s so wet that there’s very little resistance but I feel it when her opening finally gives. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my skulls as her tight, wet, heat washes over me all the way down to my toes. I give her a moment to adjust, until she lifts her head and looks at me through the mirror.

“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits while I fuck you.” I pull her upright by her hair and she whimpers, tightening around my cock and making me groan as she quickly frees her tits. I reach around to palm one, rolling the hardened bud between my fingers until she’s mewling and backing up against me.

“You’re so goddamn tight I can barely breathe.” I growl into her hair as I slide my hand up to squeeze her throat. Her hands find my waist as I slowly pull out half way then thrust back in. We both moan.

“Tell me it feels good.” I whisper, my lips grazing her ear as I give another short thrust.

“It does. It feels good.” Her breathy voice has me thrusting in harder and her sounds turn to pained whimpers, her nails digging in my hips.

“My good little broke toy.” I turn her head and kiss her hard, fucking her mouth with my tongue while I fuck her pussy with my cock. Her inner walls begin to quake and I know she’s close. Her lips wrap around my tongue, sucking it like she did my cock and I nearly lose it.

When I finally jerk away from her mouth she moans loudly against my lips, her eyes closed as she lets the pleasure wash over her. I hate that I like kissing her. I hate that I love the sounds she’s making.

I yank out with growl, noting the blood on my cock as I open the shower door and turn on the sprayer. I grab her arm and haul her in with me. She doesn’t protest as I shut the door and the hot water rains down on us. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, leaving her pussy and tits free, her heels on the bathroom floor, and her makeup now running down her face as her hair sticks to her.

She looks different now that I’ve been inside her. Like she’s no longer afraid and wants more of me.

“Legs together. Wrap your arms around my neck.” I instruct, pressing my body to hers as I guide my cock between her thighs. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck as we both watch my cock slide between her thighs. I bend my knees as I find her entrance and when I do, I thrust upwards and she cries out, her head falling back against the shower wall.

“Oh— god—.” She moans, pushing her tits against my chest as her back bows off the wall.

I don’t hold back as I fuck her hard and fast, resisting the urge to kiss her again or to lick up the water droplets running down her face. I want to taste her everywhere. I want to be inside her everywhere although I can’t get any closer. I brace one arm next to her head and grab her bouncing tit with my free hand, twisting her nipple.

She moans loudly, her hands fisting my hair as I fuck her way harder than any virgin should be fucked the first time. The sound of skin slapping skin increases along with her moans and whimpers.

“JJ!” My movements falter when she cums hard and suddenly, erupting from her so powerfully that she sucks in a breath to scream until I clamp my hand over her mouth. She shakes uncontrollably, her eyes rolling back as her pussy chokes the life out of me.

“Fucking shit.” I bite out, unable to hold mine back anymore as I step back and fist my cock. I only have to stroke it once and spurts of cum meet her tits, stomach, and mound. I love it.

We’re both panting for air and the water is starting to get cold but all I can think about is how I want to do that again. Only this time I want to fuck her in my bed until she screams my name, her nails leaving marks down my back.

She’s blinking at me, her eyes dazed with lust as she waits for my next move. I’m suddenly wishing she’d fought me more. But that just means that she gave in and trapped me in her web. I didn’t win. She did.

“Get out.”

“B-but—I don’t have any clothes!”

“Not my problem.”

House Arrest

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pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

warnings / includes - season 11 spoilers!! language, eating & food, teasing, usual crude shameless humour, smut - some dry humping, unprotected penetrative sex, riding, use of handcuffs. you are both adults in this !! also i just want to say, when i say “perky breasts” and “glowing skin” i mean that your nipples are hardened and yours aroused, and that your skin is beautiful and it looks perfect. just wanted to disclaim bc i dont want you guys to think im writing for a particular look of a person, because i dont have perky boobs either, or perfect looks but i just mean these descriptors as objective and just describing that youre turned on and that carl thinks youre gorg…. i felt like yall know this but i just wanted to say this ok bye enjoy reading lmao

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*gif isn’t mine* (i had to change the sexy gif guys sorry lmao)

“morning, miss, uh, l/n,” carl greeted. 

you ran your tongue over your lips, smirking and looking at him up and down. 

“you aren’t officer foster,” you stated. 

“uh, yeah, i’m not. she’s on vacation, so i’m her fill-in,” he explained. “mm, i bet you could fill me,” you muttered. 

“what was that?” carl questioned. 

you giggled as you saw his ears go pink. he obviously heard you, but he was trying to avoid starting anything. 

“nothing. so, how old are you?” you asked. “19,” he answered. 

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Party Foul

Warnings: fingering at a party 🎉

JJ looked up from his beer just as a gorgeous Kook girl appeared feet from him, clearly breathless and disheveled. Her hair was up in a bun and her clothes were askew like she’d taken them off and hurriedly shoved them back on. She was hot, even in her fearful state.

She was running from someone.

JJ knew that look too well. When her eyes suddenly land on JJ and she makes her way forward, his breathing seems to stop.

“Just go with it.” You insist just as you drop down on JJ Maybank’s lap and burying your face in his warm neck.

“What the—.” JJ’s entire body tenses beneath you but when he feels you shaking, his arms immediately wrap around you as his eyes try to track the source of your discomfort. The raw urge to protect immediately took hold.

“I’m gonna take your hair down.” JJ says softly after a few moments while the party continues around you. You nod, your lips finding his neck and sending a zap of pleasure through his body. JJ fights back a moan as he tugs your hair loose from its tie but he can’t stop his cock from starting to swell.

You whimper, shifting on his lap and against his cock as your intoxicating scent washes over him. You smelled incredible. You felt even better. JJ grits his teeth as his hands tighten their hold on your waist just as Rafe Cameron comes into view, clearly looking for someone. Now JJ felt even better about what he was about to do. His hands slid lower to find the swells of your plump ass and gave a squeeze. Rafe’s eyes scanned the party, not even settling on where JJ was seated before walking off in another direction.

JJ was just about to tell you that Rafe was gone when your fingers tightened in his shirt and your hips rolled just a little. He was fully hard now and there was no hiding it. Your gasp rang in his ear as you did it again. And again.

“Stop.” JJ rasped, his hands squeezing your ass harder in an attempt to halt your movements but you only moved harder. He could feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of his swim trunks, making his head spin.

“Stop.” JJ bit out again, his hand sliding down the crack of your ass to cup your pussy from behind. You jerked, your tongue coming out to taste the skin on his neck and JJ nearly blew his load right then and there.

“If you don’t stop..” JJ’s words trailed off as you took a chunk of his flesh between your teeth.. and sucked. You marked him. He knew it. He could feel the heat behind your bite and the way your tongue thrashed at the skin.

JJ sucked in a breath as he cupped your pussy harder, dipping his hand low enough to find your slit while his other hand pushed you down harder on his cock. You were trembling again but it wasn’t from fear.

“Is this what you wanted? Use me to get off? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?” Jealousy washed over him at the thought of Rafe touching you and you weren’t even his.

“I’m not close to getting off.” You finally spoke, an edge to your voice that made him smirk. If you weren’t in the middle of a house party, JJ would impale you on his cock and hold you there, not letting you move until you were left a whimpering, begging mess.

“I can feel how wet you are through your fucking shorts.”

“That’s normal when you’re sitting in someone’s lap.” Her smart mouth surprises him and he doesn’t think as he moves his hand between the two of your bodies and dives his fingers under the cuff of your shorts. JJ’s rings dig into your skin as his fingers stroke your slit, the evidence of your arousal no longer a lie.

“So this is normal? It would take nothing for me to slip inside you with all this.” JJ growled, pressing firmly against your clit. You jerked, biting him again in anger. JJ chuckled, circling your clit over and over again until your body shook and your nails pierced his chest through his shirt. You whimper against his neck, fighting the urge to roll your body against his hand.

“Okay.. okay.. stop.. please..” You practically beg, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Not till you cum. Show me how not wet you are or how close you are. Lie to me again.” JJ’s teeth sink into your shoulder and you shatter.

“Oh god..” Your body tightens just as his fingers dip inside your aching pussy and his free hand finds your hair, pulling hard. Your orgasm gushes from you and the only thing muffling your sounds is the music and his shirt between your teeth as you rode out your high.

“Yep. Feels pretty dry to me.” JJ’s sarcasm was evident as his hand slid out of your shorts and you sat up in his lap with a glare. His intense blue gaze didn’t leave yours as he popped two of his fingers into his mouth, tasting you and humming in delight. You licked your suddenly dry lips as he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Not bad for a Kook.”

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“How did you convince Derek to let you host a Christmas party at his loft?” you questioned, laying on Stiles’ bed as you crocheted. Stiles spun around in his desk chair and occasionally put more red string on his “murder board.” 

“Because of my charm,” Stiles turned towards you, clicking a pen in one of his hands. You paused your crochet project to look at him with exasperation. “Okay, fine; I promised to leave him alone for a month and clean his car.”

“That sounds more accurate,” you chuckled, resuming your project. You let out a huff of annoyance as Stiles threw a paper ball at your head. “Why is this so important to you?”

“I thought you liked Christmas.”

“I love Christmas; I want to know what has got you in the overt Christmas spirit this year,” you asked pointedly. You started another row as Stiles let out a short breath. 

“We’re all graduating, and I’m worried that we’ll never spend another holiday together again,” Stiles admitted, scooting his chair back to slap a new magnet on his board. You dropped your project, scooting to the end of the bed so you could look at Stiles. He refused to make eye contact. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you sighed, touching Stiles’ shoulder. “Even being friends with you couldn’t get me to leave this place behind.” Stiles smiled, covering his hand with your own. You knew Stiles was nervous that we would all go our separate ways and never speak again, especially with him attending the FBI academy in the fall. Even the people you knew Stiles would pretend not to miss (Liam, Isaac, etc.), as his friend, you were fully aware he would miss everyone. 

“Y/N…thanks for always being my friend,” Stiles sniffled. You jumped off the bed to hug him, Stiles laughing as you almost tackled him. 

“You’re my best friend, buddy boy– you can’t ditch me,” you collapsed on the ground at Stiles’ feet, a smile covering your face. “Now, what must we do to prepare for this party?”

“Well, Lydia has got most of it covered. I did manage to convince her to do one thing, though, as a gift for you,” Stiles held his hands in front of him like a movie villain, and you started to get very suspicious. You got back up on the bed, curling your legs into yourself as Stiles gave himself a drum roll. “I got Isaac to be your Secret Santa.”

“You what?” you screeched, eyes growing wide.

“Look, even though I think Isaac is the worst, I know you’ve had a crush on him for years. This is why he will be giving you a gift this year.”

“That’s not very secret.”

“I’m also setting up mistletoe all over the loft. There will be other casualties to my mistletoe plan, but I will happily sacrifice that for your happiness.”

“I…have no words,” you gulped. You liked Isaac since you first saw him, even before he became a wolf. And then he joined your pack, everyone started hanging out together, and your crush grew stronger. You jumped at the opportunity every time you got to do stakeouts or other missions with just Isaac. You didn’t believe that he liked you back, though. You were human, a lot quieter than the other pack members, and also prone to word vomit when feelings of awkwardness arose. 

“This way, you’ll have something he got specifically for you.”

“Unless he gives me a gag gift because he doesn’t care.”

“If he does that, then he’s not worth your time. I’m saying that as your friend with the knowledge that you are a great person,” Stiles grins. He turns back to his laptop, feet propped up on the corner of the table and fidget spinner in his other hand. You had a slight smile as you returned to your project, and that smile didn’t leave your face as you spent the rest of the night with Stiles. 

The party happened a week later. You, Kira, and Mason had spent time getting a bunch of decorations to make it look more festive and then left Lydia to boss Parrish around on where to put things up. Lydia had a vision; none of you dared ruin it. It gave you time to go home and get ready anyway. You dressed in a simple burgundy sweater with jeans and boots but bothered putting on more makeup than usual. You even clipped your hair back with some star clips you found in the back of your drawer. When you returned to the loft, your jaw almost dropped with how pretty it looked. Twinkly lights and tinsel covered the available surface area, and a tree was in the back with presents already stacked. There was a table with all the amuse bouches one could wish for, and the scent of cranberries and oranges filled the room. 

“Happy holidays, Y/N,” Peter said from right next to you, giving you a minor heart attack.

“Someone invited you?” you exclaimed, earning an eye roll from Peter. 

“I’ve been tasked with taking coats,” he sighed, already bored. You handed him your jacket and quickly left, not interested in being another meal. Malia was by the dining table eating all the different meats and cheeses. 

“Merry Christmas, Malia,” you said, grabbing an olive and popping it in your mouth. 

“Who knew food could be so fancy?” Malia mumbled, not taking a breather before eating more. She looked like a kid at a candy store, and it made you laugh. 

“Food is still food, just prepared differently,” you responded. You watched in slight admiration as she chugged a glass of champagne before eating half a block of cheese. You wished for her metabolism so you could eat so openly. 

“I like the pigs in a blanket the best,” a voice said behind you. You turned around and felt your heart catch as you saw Isaac, a slight grin on his face. He was dressed in a blue henley, and the lights reflected brilliantly off his eyes. “Although, I’m more a fan of the blanket.” He proceeded to suck off the bread part of the pig in a blanket, leaving you with a confused expression. 

“Did you seriously just suck the bread off?”

“I said I was more a fan of the blanket,” Isaac answered, finishing the rest of his snack with an expression that read duh. Before you could react to whatever that was, you were handed a holiday cracker by Lydia, who was running around and gifting them out. These were wrapped in a green and gold floral print and tied with red ribbon. You held your cracker to Isaac, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. He took the other end of the cracker, and you both pulled, the contents exploding from inside. You happily picked up your kazoo and paper crown before helping Isaac open his Christmas cracker. You traded your kazoo for his deck of cards before putting your crowns on. 

“Let me help,” Isaac said, positioning the paper crown on your head at the perfect angle. His fingers brushed down your hair as he stepped back, and you felt a blush coat your cheeks before you could stop it. “Look, now you’re a king.”

“Not a queen? Or a princess?” you asked cheekily. 

“Pretty sure you could be whomever you want,” Isaac replied, hands in his pockets as he looked down awkwardly. For a boy who wasn’t always the best with words and frequently struggled to pick up social cues, he somehow managed to find a way to flatter you. Before you could respond, Stiles clinked his glass to alert everyone to Secret Santa starting. You found a spot on one of the couches, curling up into the corner. Malia sat beside you, offering you a candy cane she stole from somewhere. 

“Thank you guys for bothering to show up today,” Stiles started, fingers anxiously tapping the side of his glass. “I’m happy to be included in this group of people, and…I don’t intend to lose you guys even when we graduate.”

It was one of the more severe things Stiles had ever said, and you could tell that it took a lot of willpower not to break into a joke. Everyone clapped and yelled kind things, though, and you knew it relieved some pressure from Stiles’ chest. 

“Alright, let's start this party as we trash Derek’s loft!” Stiles clapped as Derek glared from the back. “Chill out, big guy; I was kidding.”

You had to give your friends credit; they put together some perfect gifts this year. You were excited as you had Kira the crochet fingerless gloves you had made in pink and black yarn. 

“It has a mitten cover that you can button back,” you explained as Kira excitedly put them on and cooed over how soft the fabric was. Liam did try to steal them at one point before you promised to make him a pair. 

You were shoving a cookie in your mouth when Lydia announced that it was your turn to receive your gift. Avoiding Isaac’s gaze, you watched as Lydia brought over a small box wrapped in brown paper with a silky ribbon. You anxiously untied it, carefully peeling the paper away. You were greeted with an emerald green velvet case that you opened with a small gasp. Inside was a simple silver chain with three different charms on it. One of the charms was the Celtic ruin for protection, another a car with a Christmas tree on top, and finally a coffee pot. 

“I think I remembered that your family uses that sign for protection all over your home,” Isaac mumbled, a flush coating his cheeks as you finally looked up at him. “And the car is for when we were sent to get the Christmas tree, and you argued with the seller for trying to overcharge us. And the coffee pot is because of how you complain about needing coffee every time we hang out.”

You could feel your eyes tearing up as you looked at the thoughtful gift. Not only was it perfect, but Isaac gave it to you and put a lot of thought into it. You sat up, enveloping him in a hug that caught him off guard. Your face was buried in his shoulder as you inhaled the sweet vanilla scent that seemed to follow him. He tentatively hugged you back, bringing you in even closer. 

“Isaac,” you sniffled, pulling away. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

The smile that covered his face was infectious, and you knew that if you sat there any longer, you would combust into giggles and likely start screaming (something Stiles has witnessed you do whenever Isaac would do something personal and pleasant for you). You excused yourself, exiting to the kitchen to get some water. As you poured yourself a glass, you also went to the hot cocoa bar and stole a snowflake marshmallow to nibble on. 

“Are you okay?” you hear Isaac ask in the doorway. You turn to face him, softening at the look of concern coating his features. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure. “It was just a perfect gift; I didn’t want to get too emotional.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Isaac whispered, looking down at an invisible spot on the floor. “I wanted to get you something that showed I cared.”

“I know you care,” you smiled, leaning against the counter. 

“I mean, like how I care about you,” Isaac breathed, slightly shaky. You furrowed your brows as your brain struggled to catch up. Isaac looked at you, waiting for realization to set in. When it finally did, your eyes widened to the size of saucers, and if the counter didn’t support you, you would’ve passed out. Instead of saying something, you glanced at the kitchen doorway's opening where Isaac was standing. 

“Mistletoe,” you whispered. 

“Huh?” Isaac looked confused, glancing around before finally glancing up. Conjuring courage you didn’t always have, you stepped right up to him and pulled him down for a kiss right under the mistletoe. He made a noise of surprise before finally placing his hands on your waist and kissing you back. 

“Happy holidays, Isaac,” you smiled, pulling away and looking up at him from under your lashes. His hand cradled your cheek before kissing you again, this time with the confidence of a boy who found his footing. You melted into his embrace, arms wrapping behind his neck and burying in his hair. One of his hands held the small of your back while he preserved your jaw, deepening the kiss. You let out a happy sigh as you let Isaac kiss the living daylights out of you as you thought to yourself:

This is the best Secret Santa ever.

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.”

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

VIRGINITY — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings (sort of) inexperienced!jj, experienced!reader, loss of virginity, dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk/language

kinktober masterlist ;; jj masterlist ;; buy me a coffee

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Having an inexperienced boyfriend was fun. You could introduce him to so many feelings and sensations, watching as they blew his mind. The way he’d be under your spell, handing himself over to you and trusting you wholeheartedly, all while at your mercy. 

Now, that wasn’t to say that he hadn’t been making you see stars as well. His mouth and fingers were more than skilled, and every time he made you cum, you had to wonder if he’d been lying about his lack of training. That’s just how good he was. But sometimes, the two of you would get so wrapped up in each other that it was hard to slam on the breaks. There had been many close calls, where you two threatened to cross the one line you hadn’t. And your current state was the perfect example of that struggle.

Things had been getting hot and heavy. What had started out as an innocent (or at least semi-innocent) make-out session had quickly transformed into something different. More risky, but ultimately more rewarding when it came to the aches that were pulling at you two. You were perched on JJ’s lap, rolling and bucking your heat against him. His hands found purchase at your hips, giving you support as you continued to rut against his clothed cock. Your puffy clit throbbed with every movement, rubbing at the thin lace fabric that covered it and the rock-hard bulge confined in JJ’s briefs. 

“Shit, keep going, baby. ‘M gonna cum.” 

JJ’s eyes were locked on your chest, full tits waving themselves in his face, begging for his attention. His palms climbed your body, cupping and massaging them as you humped him harder. Your thighs quivered under the realization that you were getting closer too. 

“Kiss me.” 

You were more than eager to, obliging instantly. JJ’s throaty groan vibrated against your lips, and you happily swallowed the noise. Your lips were far past addicted to his. Every brush, every press, every swipe of your tongue only made things hotter. Forced more of your blood to rush to your most intimate places, making them yearn for more contact than they were being gifted with. 

JJ’s lips trailed down your neck, sucking at the spots that made you craziest. One of your hands ran up his shoulders and looped at the back of his neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pressing his mouth further onto your skin as your high crested. 

“J, I’m cumming.” Your cunt spasmed, closing in on nothing but emptiness as you found your sweet release. JJ wasn’t far behind, his cock twitching beneath you as he guided your hips. He bucked up against you, reaching his own orgasm and cumming inside his boxers. His breath tickled your skin as he panted against you. 

“Baby?” He asked, withdrawing from the crook of your neck so he could meet your gaze. “I want more.” 

“Again? Look at you go,” you spoke, your voice still thick with pleasure as you nudged him teasingly. Your hooded eyes and breathy tone made his stomach swirl with nerves and love all at the same time. He was hooked on you, and there would be no letting go. 

“No, I—” He released a sigh, averting your gaze. “I want more. I wanna feel you.” 

Your brows rose with surprise. “Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life, princess. Not the way I am about you.” His hand found your cheek, stroking your face gently. You leaned into his touch, and he smiled when he felt you press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “Come on, show me those skills you’re always talkin’ about.” 

You huffed a laugh, leaning down to press your lips to his. The kiss was soft, gentle and dripping with the adoration you felt for him. Just one look at him pulled at your heartstrings. Your JJ, strong and loyal and goofy. The most beautiful boy you’d ever known, and he trusted you with things he hadn’t felt he could with anyone else. His heart. His mind. His body. His whole self. 

You climbed off his lap, turning around and bending over as you shimmied your panties down your legs. You smirked to yourself when you heard the groan leave his lips at the sight of your dripping core. 

“Hey, no teasin’. I’m already hard,” he spoke, making grabby hands at you once you turned back to face him. “Get over here, gorgeous.” 

“Greedy, are we?” 

You reached him, helping him shed his boxers. You tossed them onto the floor, not caring too much about where they’d ended up. You sank to your knees, spitting onto your palm before circling your fingers around his shaft. You started to stroke him, eyes locked on his. 

“‘M gonna make you feel so good, handsome. Might even let you cum inside me, d’you want that?” You laughed gently when you felt his cock jump in your hold. “I thought so.”

You brought him to your lips, letting some more spit dribble onto his tip. You then swirled your tongue around, tasting the cum that still stained his skin. You moaned in excitement, feeling him coat your tastebuds already.

“Oh, fuck. D-Don’t, baby. ‘M gonna cum just like this.” 

“I don’t see a problem with that,” you spoke, continuing to jerk him off. 

“I wanna cum in you.” 

You pressed a kiss to the head as the exhilaration bubbled within you. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah, mama.” 

He knew the pet name would get a rise out of you, and he was right. Your heat started to throb again at the thought of finally feeling him stretch you out nice and wide, every vein and ridge filling you up. 

“Need to feel you, baby, please. You’re killin’ me.” 

You couldn’t argue with that. You needed him too, in every way he was willing to have you. You rose onto your feet, climbing back onto him and placing your hands at the junctions of his neck. Your eyes pierced his, and your features took over a serious look. “I love you, J.” 

“I love you too, pretty girl. So much.” 

You surged forward, connecting your lips with his. Your hands slid up to JJ’s face and you angled his head so that the kiss could deepen. You felt his large hands glide up your back, urging your chest flush against his. His heart right on yours, beating for you, and yours for him. 

Breaking away, you reached between your bodies, grasping his firm cock in your hand. “You ready?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed, giving you a reassuring smile. You nodded, taking your time as you placed the head of him at your entrance. You sank down, slowly, letting JJ and yourself be encased in ecstasy. Your gasps were simultaneous, eyes locked and lips parted once he was completely inside you. 

“Can I move?”

His head bobbed desperately. “F-Fuck. Yeah, baby. Please.” 

You planted your feet on either side of him, hands steadying themselves on his shoulders. You rose up, feeling his cock almost slip out of you before letting it fill you again. Then you picked up a moderate pace, only starting to move faster when JJ’s whimpers hit your ears. His head fell back against the couch, eyes screwed shut tightly. 

“No. Don’t close your eyes, want you to watch.” Your hand moved to his neck, gripping it and forcing his head back up. You used your head to urge his gaze to where you two were joined. He bit his bottom lip, watching his cock slide in and out of you. “Look how wide you’re stretching me, baby. I’m overflowing with you.” 

The stuttered rise and fall of his chest hypnotized you and prompted you to keep going. “How’s it feel, J? Tell me.” 

“God, you’re s-so wet, pretty girl. So tight, ‘m gonna cum already.” His length shuddered inside you, and you could tell that he was holding back for your sake. Your hooked index finger tilted his head up. 

“Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum for me.” 

“N-No. Wanna keep going, want you to feel good too.” He hugged you closer to him, bucking his hips up as he met your movements. “Please, princess. Please. I wanna feel it.” 

You inhaled sharply, feeling him slam into you deeper and deeper. “Oh my god, JJ, fuck.” 

“Need you to cum, pretty girl. Need to be good for you,” he spoke in between his huffs. “‘M I being good for you?” 

Your hands cradled his face. “So fucking good, baby. Gonna soak your cock.” 

You couldn’t help but think about how long you’ve wanted this. How long you’d wanted to be in his arms like this, with no barriers, no uncrossable lines. Nothing to hold you back. And now, you were surrounded by him. He overwhelmed all your senses, smelled and tasted and felt better than heaven ever could. You didn’t think you’d ever be able to survive if you never got to have him again, and if this was how you were going to die, so be it. JJ was more than worth it. 

“S-Shit, can’t hold back any longer, babygirl. Need to cum, need to fill you up,” JJ spoke. He knew he sounded pathetic, but you were clamping down on him so tight that he found it hard to breathe. Your pussy was dripping for him, letting him slip in and out of you with ease. Your lips had now found his neck, your teeth scraping against the spot below his ear. He fucked you and you fucked him back, your bodies slamming together harshly as you both chased your orgasms. 

“Breed me, J. Breed me.” Your pleading words echoed both out loud and in his mind, taunting him. Nothing had ever sounded so damn good. Your pussy spasmed, tightening around him and kickstarting his release. Warmth filled your core, and he moaned loudly, biting out a Fuck! right near your ear. 

JJ had barely caught his breath before he spoke again. “Get on your back. I’m making you cum again.” 

Oh boy, you thought. I’ve created an animal.

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