Stepbro!rafe Popping Ur Cherry 🫢

too nice

words: 1k

rafe is turned on by you... being nice?

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex (no climax included lol i ended it early bc it felt right)

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it's not that rafe isn't used to people being nice to him, but it's a different kind of nice. it's being pleasant out of fear of him and what he will do. you, on the other hand, don't see him that way for whatever reason. you are nice to him simply because you are a nice person, and wouldn't think to be anything but sweet to the cameron boy.

“hey rafe, how's your day today?” you ask, leaning your chin onto your first as you prop your head up on the side of the boat, the sun hitting your skin and warming it. 

“good, thanks for asking darling.” rafe says, really not in the mood to be out on the water, but when topper said you would be joining them on the boat, he couldn't pass up the chance on getting close to you

“no problem.” you smile, bending your knees and bringing your heels to rest on the plastic couch material, looking off into the distance as the boat flies over the water, humming along softly to the music.

“do you want something? a water or a coke?” you ask rafe, feeling your mouth is a little too dry and needing something to replenish it.

“water is fine.” rafe nods. “thank you, y/n.”

you smile at him before standing up to find the cooler, getting out a water for rafe and a can of lemonade for yourself. you return to the spot on the couch, noticing that kelce has moved to rafes other side.

“here ya go.” you tell rafe, taking your seat again after handing him the water. 

“you're too nice.” rafe says, shifting in his seat. 

“im not too nice.” you roll your eyes. “im just being friendly.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, taking a sip of his water. when the boat stops and everyone jumps off, he has to run to the bathroom, surprised he lasted so long with you sitting next to him, so fucking sweet, and barely covered by your small bikini.

he fucks his fist, the image of you in his head, imagining you between his legs, your mouth on his cock, or bending you over the sink as he takes you from behind, holding your plump ass in his hands. 

he cums thinking of your moans, thinking of fucking your tight pussy, how nice you'd be about it, how much you'd thank him and bat your eyelashes.

he cleans up before heading out of the interior to see you standing on the deck, dripping wet, and he instantly rehardens in his swim shorts.

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“rafe!” you gasp against his lips, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt.

“can't believe you're this nice to everyone.” he kisses you harder, not allowing you to think as his lips slide against yours. “such a fucking sweetheart.”

“please!” you gasp out, grinding your hips against rafes as he presses into you.

“begging me to fuck you.” rafe laughs, pressing his cock into you through the layers of clothing. “and being so nice about it. such good manners, baby.”

“need you.” you tug at rafes clothing, desperate to get him naked. rafe steps away to free himself of the sweatshirt and tshirt, tugging his sweatpants down as well to leave him in just underwear. it had been a long day out on the boat, and rafe was glad he brought a change of clothes for after he was done swimming and the sun fell in the sky.

“i wonder…” rafe says, tugging at your coverup, navigating the confusing straps until it's off your body. “if you taste as sweet as you act.” rafe tugs the zipper on your bikini top down until the sides split apart, your breasts spilling out.

rafe props you up onto the sink, wishing he was fucking you in someplace nicer than the bathroom on toppers family boat, but it was clean and big enough to make do. 

rafe latches onto your nipple, his other hand covering your breast as he toys with it. you throw your head back, pressing it against the mirror as rafe attacks your chest, sucking, licking and pulling at your nipples.

“ive always wanted to taste your pussy.” rafe lifts you off the vanity with one hand, tugging your swimsuit bottoms down with the other, not even needing your help in getting you naked. 

rafe sinks to his knees, the bottom of his feet pressing against the opposite wall but ignoring the cramped space as he spreads your thighs, revealing your wet cunt to him, already leaking from his kisses elsewhere.

rafe buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping over your folds without spreading them, keeping his touches teasing and not where you truly want him.

“please, rafe, come on.” you tug at his hair, pulling him closer and causing his tongue to push through your folds and separate them. rafe slurps at your juices, making obscene noises that you hope no one else can hear as he pulls away and looks up at you with a half smile. “i knew it.” he nods. “you taste just as sweet as you act.”

rafe licks at your cunt like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, not tearing himself away until his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night, and he still makes sure to lick up all your sweetness before standing.

“want me to fuck you, darling?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over his cock, still covered by his underwear.

“yes, please, rafey, want you so bad.” you pant, tugging at the waistband of his underwear until rafe concedes and pushes them down his legs.

“let me taste you-” you begin, going to get off the sink, but rafe stops you from kneeling on the ground.

“as much as i’d like that baby, i need to be inside of you. you’ll have plenty of time to suck me off later.” you pout but nod, fine with hurrying it up if it means getting to feel rafes impressive length in your cunt. “so theres gonna be more times?” you ask, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders.

“princess, you thought once i got a taste if your pussy that i would be satisfied with just fucking you once? of course there will be more times.” rafe leans in and kisses you gently. “you’re too cute.” he states, and then pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside of you.

At Last

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj's cousin comes to town and attempts to get with y/n, pissing off jj in the process.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: dean turns out to be an ass, pet names (baby & sweetheart), oral (m & f), dirty talk, language, and p in v {there might be more, let me know!}

a/n💌: she's here! thank you for all your patience while i worked on this fic, hit some writers block while working on it. some of the smut might be familiar if you've read some of my old work, it's because i copied it from gentle. i will be deleting that fic and 'replacing' it with this one!

JJ Maybank couldn’t remember his childhood without Dean Maybank in it. There wasn’t a time he could recall when the nearly identical blonde wasn’t by his side. From diapers to teens, both boys spent most of their time together. Separated by only two months, the boys were practically brothers. There were mistaken for siblings nearly everywhere they went. Whenever one went, the other one was sure to follow. Their moms used to pretend they couldn’t tell the boys apart when they were little, sending both boys into a fit of giggles as they desperately tried to get their moms to remember their sons.

He was twelve when his mom left, and everything fell apart instantly. Luke turned to bottles upon bottles of alcohol to soothe the ache she left in her wake, and JJ was forced to grow up quickly. Andrew and Cecelia Maybank weren’t far behind, taking Dean with them. JJ never knew why his mom left or why his aunt and uncle followed him closely behind. But he was left alone to wonder for many nights why he was left behind.

JJ had years of practice burying the hurt and anger he felt, but as he sits across from his cousin at a table of The Wreck, he can feel the anger simmering. He’s not particularly fond of his cousin being back in town, but that’s not getting under his skin. It’s the fact that Dean has been eyeing you for the past twenty minutes.

“Wait, how long since you have been here?” Cleo asks Dean, attempting to break some awkward silence between JJ and him. Cleo slides into her chair next to Pope while she sends a welcoming smile to Dean, who sits across from Pope.

“Been a while, about seven years now.” Dean Maybank answers with a soft smile. He’s got the same blonde hair as JJ, but he keeps it a lot shorter and has dark blue eyes. They look like they could be twins.

“No wonder I haven’t met you then; I haven’t been around long.” Cleo supplies as Pope tosses his arm over her shoulder and presses a kiss to her temple.

“And Y/n?” Dean asks as he glances back over at you as you laugh with Kiara and Sarah while waiting for your order. Cleo’s lips part a little, and she spares a glance over at JJ, who has pulled his attention away from his phone at the mention of your name. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is tense as he stares down at his cousin. Dean doesn’t notice, his eyes glancing back at you.

“She joined the group about six years ago.” John B answers just as the three of you walk over with full hands. John B is sitting next to Dean, saving a spot for Sarah. From the look his best friend is giving him, he’s glad he sat next to Dean.

“Kiara, I love this place, but it’s so slow when you aren’t working here.” Sarah sighed as all the plates were set down and passed around. There’s a rumble of agreement at the table, and Kiara laughs loudly before sitting beside Sarah.

You slip into your spot between Cleo and JJ. JJ would never admit it out loud, but having you fall into the seat next to him and speak softly to only him sends a spark of possessiveness. He loves it when your attention is only on him.

“I got us a milkshake to share,” He watches as you rip the wrapper off the straw before pausing, eyes darting between the straw in your hand and the milkshake sitting in front of you. “They only gave us one; I’ll go grab-”

“We can share.” He grabs the straw from your hands before plunging it into the chocolate shake between you and taking a quick sip. You flush, realizing that you both will be sharing a straw. This wouldn’t bother you in any other case, but it’s JJ. You wouldn’t have thought twice about it if it had been anyone else. But something about him fills your stomach with that giddy feeling that makes you almost jittery with nerves.

His grip is still on the straw as he gives you a slight nod to take a sip. Your cheeks flush when you realize that he’s holding the drink, expecting you to take a sip like this. You lean forward, taking a tentative sip, ignoring how JJ watches you so closely. Having his eyes on you sets off that flurry of butterflies again.

“So cute, guys.” John B teases, making a heart with his hands, and your cheeks burn. You fight the urge to toss a fry at him. John B was notorious for calling out any moments you shared with JJ, which always left a hot flush on your body. Were your feelings for him that obvious? Did JJ know?

You peek over at JJ, who is flipping his best friend off.

The table is quickly drawn back into the conversation as your friends try and get to know Dean more. JJ stays quiet, instead choosing to eat and mutter things to you occasionally. You can’t help but be curious about why he avoids talking to his cousin. John B said that they used to be close, but from how JJ is acting now, you can’t help but wonder what happened.

“Y/n isn’t much of a surfer either.” Your ears perk up at the mention of your name. Sarah is giving you a pointed look indicating that you totally missed out on something.

“I was saying I’m not a big surfer,” Dean supplies at your confused expression. “Maybe we could do something else so everyone heads out to surf later.” The soft smile he sends your way makes your cheeks flush.

You open your mouth to answer, but JJ cuts you off.

“You used to surf all the time.” JJ’s tone is flat, surprising you that he finally decided to speak during this lunch. He had spent the last hour not saying a word to Dean. You glance over at him to see he’s sending an unimpressed look toward his cousin.

“Used to. Not anymore.” Dean shrugs, and you can tell he feels a little unsure around JJ, and you don’t blame him. If JJ was looking at you the way he was looking at Dean, you would feel a bit unwelcome too.

Ever the people pleaser, you send a smile over at Dean. “I would love that, Dean.”

“Dean Maybank is cute.” Sarah breathes out dramatically once all four of you are alone in her room. The boys are all at the Chateau; Cleo thought this might help JJ warm up to Dean more. You highly doubted it.

Your cheeks flush when you realize Sarah is directing this comment at you. You give a little shrug as you sit on the edge of her bed.

“Are you calling JJ cute then? Because they look like brothers.” Cleo teases as she pulls her bikini out of her bag. In front of the mirror, Kiara braided tiny pieces of her hair, laughing lightly at Cleo’s comment.

“Is that what we’re really gonna talk about right now?” You ask, feeling apprehensive about comparing the two. There’s no way you wanted to compare the two, mainly because you knew that JJ would always come out on top in your eyes.

“Yes! He seems pretty damn interested in you.”

“Maybe, but Dean isn’t the Maybank she wants.” Kiara sings songs, and your mouth parts as your sputter out a reply, but you can’t seem to deny it.

“I-no! JJ and I are just friends; we always will be.” You wanted to be sick saying these words.

“Are you serious? He looked ready to kill Dean when he asked you out.” Kiara glanced over her shoulder at you making your cheeks burn.

“He did not ask me out.”

“He made a move for sure,” Cleo called as she headed towards Sarah’s bathroom with her bikini. A sigh passed your lips just as the door clicked shut.

“Nothing is gonna happen whether he made a move or not.”

“Why not?” Sarah asked, tossing herself on her bed next to you.”

“I just-it feel wrong.”

“Because it’s not JJ,” Kiara states this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world as she finishes her hair and turns to face you. Sarah and Kiara nearly scream at the expression on your face, giving you away.

Maybe it was selfish, but JJ had been hoping you had forgotten about agreeing to spend time with Dean while the group went surfing. But here he was, watching the two of you walking up the beach and away from the group. Surfing with his friends meant you would be sat higher up on the beach immersed in one of the many romance books you owned. 

Not this time. He watched as you walked away, this time as his cousin held your bag for you.

“JJ, you comin’ or what?” John B hollered. JJ sighed and headed towards the beach, aware that this was the first time in his life that he did not want to go surfing.

“It’s not a date, man; quit pouting.” His best friend mumbled, clapping JJ on the shoulder. The blond sent him an irritated look.

“But he damn well wants it to be,” The thought made JJ’s stomach tighten with discomfort. “She could want it to be.”

“I doubt it,” John B shook his head in disagreement. All the different times he had caught Y/n or JJ pining after each other had proved otherwise. But that wasn’t his place to tell. “Listen, if you like Y/n, you need to tell her. I’m not saying she’s gonna end up with Dean, but I know she won’t be single forever.”

“It’s complicated,” JJ grumbles as he rakes his hand through his hair. He needs a haircut but refuses to get one after he overhears you say you like long hair on guys. Maybe that makes him pathetic, but so be it.

“It’s really not; you’re just making it that way by avoiding telling her.”

“John B, fuck off,” JJ snaps, but his best friend knows not to take offense. “Telling her how I feel could mean losing her as my best friend, and that’s not worth it.”

“But what if telling her means you get her as your girlfriend and best friend?” John B’s words cause his stomach to flip at the thought.

“Wishful thinking, man.”

Your time with Dean was going well, and you were thrilled that you got on with him so quickly. Part of you wanted to ask, but you were scared of making a fool out of yourself if he told you no. Not that you were hoping it was; you just genuinely weren’t sure how Dean viewed this hangout.

He had taken you to a little ice cream shop, one that he said his mom used to bring him and JJ to all the time. Your heart had squeezed in your chest at the reminder that you weren’t there to watch him surf, one of your favorite pastimes. Quickly reminding yourself to enjoy the present moment, it was fair to Dean if your mind was caught up somewhere else.

“This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had; how did I not know about this place?” A quick moan of appreciation slips pasts your lips as you bite, proving your statement true. Dean laughs at your reaction, thrilled to see you enjoying one of his favorite places so much. The last time he was here was with his mom and JJ to have a quick treat after dinner. They left two days after that.

“One of the best places in OBX, hands down,” He replies, studying you with a soft fondness that you are oblivious to. Your entire focus was on stirring your ice cream to make it nice and smooth.

“Totally out of my comfort zone today,” You confess as you take another bite of the cotton candy ice cream. But the soft pink color was so pretty you just couldn’t resist. “JJ and I usually share mint chips.” Dean drops his eyes down to his ice cream at the mention of his cousin. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally asks, and you quietly hum to tell him to go on.

“Are you and JJ..?” He trails off, unsure if he should continue his question by the look on your face. You place your spoon in your bowl and sigh.

“We’re just friends,” By the shrug of your shoulders and the way you naw on your bottom lip, Dean can tell you aren’t a man of this.

“And you’re alright with that?” He asks, hoping for an answer that could turn this into a date between you.

“I-uh-” You clear your throat and glance at the window towards the ocean, hoping to catch a glance of JJ. To no avail. “I’ve liked him for years, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t interested, so we’re just friends.”

Dean gives you an understanding look, but inside, he’s thrilled about your answer. You weren’t JJ’s.

It had been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Dean: trips to the beach, talking about books, getting ice cream, and movie marathons. You knew how this looked, but it was purely just as friends. You knew that, and Dean knew that. Or so you thought.

“So let me get this straight, you guys have been going on dates pretty much but just as friends?” Cleo asked, totally confused by what was happening between you and Dean.

“Yes, just friends,” You clarified as you attempted to fix your hair in a way you liked for tonight’s party.

“He brought you flowers this morning.” She deadpanned, glancing over at the bouquet of pink poppies on your bedside table. They were placed next to a picture of you and JJ, making Cleo snort quietly.

“He was just being nice,” You sounded exasperated, and Cleo wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or her nitpicking. “Nothing is going on.”

“Maybe for you! He’s clearly interested; he’s been taking you on dates -“You open your mouth to cut her off. “Yes - dates, all week. He’s interested.”

“I thought you were team Dean.” Your hair fell from your hands as you gave up on making the perfect bun; it just wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“That was Sarah. I’m team whoever makes you happy.”

“So, would you be happy if I went out with Dean?” You nibbled on your bottom lip as you waited for her response. Her eyebrows rose, and she stared at you for a second.

“Thought you were just friends.”

“We are! I just-“You paused, taking in a big breath of air and holding it for a second. “I don’t wanna miss a chance with a great guy because JJ doesn’t return my feelings. I can’t hold out hope forever.”

“First party of the summer, Dean! You excited?” John B asks as he presses a beer into Dean’s awaiting palm.

“It’s not the first party of the season,” JJ grumbles, and you shoot him a look, hoping he can control his anger towards his cousin for the night and enjoy the party.

“The first one he’s been to; he’s been too busy with our Y/n here.” John B taunts, sending you a wink when he sees you looking flushed. JJ feels sick. Are you blushing at the thought of being with Dean? Have you actually been going on dates with him all this time?

“Baby, leave them alone,” Sarah admonishes, giving a light slap to his arm. He lets out a laugh and drops his arm over her shoulder, leading her in the direction of the house.

An awkward silence falls over the three of you. Pope, Kiara, and Cleo had already headed inside to get drinks, and you were now desperately wishing JJ had too. Anything would be better than the way he is currently glaring at Dean for standing too close to you.

“Want a drink?” Dean leans to whisper in your ear, and you send him a grateful smile.

“Yes, please,” You smile up at him, watching him for a second longer as he slips through the crowd. JJ clearing his throat is what brings your attention away from him.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing with him?” He asks, taking a step towards you. 

“We walked here together, and I-”

“No. What’s up with you spending so much time with him? I’ve hardly seen you in the last few weeks.” He steps closer and closer until the two of you are standing so close you can count all the freckles on his nose.

“We’ve been hanging out.” You supply, not wanting to give too much away. It’s not that we’re trying to be secretive, but you knew that JJ had a habit of getting protective over you. Guess what happens when you’re friends with someone for so long.

“Hanging out or going on dates?” His hand pushes the stand of your hair, blowing in the breeze. At the proximity of him, your heart squeezes, and your breath catches.

“Hanging out?” You answer in nearly a whisper, so focused on starting up at him. The heat of his fingers touching your skin feels like you have been branded.

“You don’t sound so sure.” There’s that cocky tone. He can tell you’re flustered by how close he is to you. You’ve always reacted to him this way. It’s moments like these where it doesn’t seem unbelievable to him that you might like him back.

“We’ve been hanging out, but it might be becoming more and-”

“Y/n” At the sound of Dean’s voice, you take a step away, startled. There’s a tone to Dean’s voice that JJ doesn’t like. He sounds possessive, too possessive for a guy who has only met you a couple of weeks ago.

Dean’s eyes flicker between the both of you, quickly picking up on the tension and closeness. In an act of jealousy, he slips his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, something he’s never done before. Your features flash with surprise that JJ quickly notices.

“Have a goodnight, JJ.” Dean bites out before steering you toward the direction of the house.

“I thought you said that you and JJ didn’t have anything going on.”

“We don’t.” You glance up at Dean, who still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His jaw is tense, and you feel a flash of discomfort at seeing this new side of him.

“Didn’t look that way. He was close enough to kiss you.” Dean grits out, squeezing your shoulder that makes you wince.

“But he didn’t. I don’t understand-”

“You said that he wasn’t interested. I thought I clarified my intentions when I started taking you out on all these dates.” Your stomach flips, and you glance around at the crowd. None of your friends are nearby.

“I didn’t-“You clear your throat, willing yourself to make your voice come out stronger. His shift in personality has really thrown you off. “I thought we were hanging out. I didn’t realize you thought these past few weeks were dates.”

“They were dates, Y/n. Does John B or Pope ever take you- just you - out for ice cream or to the movies?”

“No, but JJ-”

“Jesus, Y/n! JJ doesn’t view you as a friend. If we’re gonna be dating this summer, I don’t think you should hang out around him.” You were utterly confused. There was never a time when you two were hanging out. Did he act like this or make his intentions about dating you clear. And there was absolutely no way you would give up being around JJ, even if Dean’s attitude hadn’t done a 180.

You were beginning to panic, unsure how to handle his growing anger. 

“Dean!” Your shoulders immediately relaxed at the sound of another Pogues voice. You were sure his name was Noah, and that he was friends with the boys, but other than that, you didn’t really know him. You watched as Dean plastered a smile on his face and greeted his friend. Without warning, you slipped away from Dean and slipped through the crowd towards the bathroom.

Usually, a party like this is just what JJ needed, but his mood was much too sour to enjoy it. Not when you had shown up with Dean and disappeared into this run-down house on the Cut nearly an hour ago. He has tried desperately to shake you from his thoughts. But nothing has worked in the past couple of weeks, so he has spent this entire night pathetically sober and on edge.

John B and Pope had tried to include him in the conversation with other guys from the Cut, but he didn’t have the energy to pretend to be interested. So instead, he sat next to the fire along the group and continuously glanced back at the door as if somehow he could keep an eye on you that way.

Dean’s voice catches his attention and pulls him from his thoughts of you. Dean comes jogging down the steps carrying a beer and quickly finds an open seat amongst the guys. JJ ignores the urge to tell him his seat is taken; it feels too middle school.

“Where is she?” JJ asks, sounding terribly protective, but he can’t help it. He’s sat rigid in his seat, waiting for his cousin’s answer. He wouldn’t have left you alone at that party even for a second if he was with you.

“She wanted to spend some time with the girls.” Dean looks flatly at JJ, both boys growing frustrated with each other. Dean is becoming sick of JJ only acknowledging him when it has to do with you. He doesn’t want JJ’s thoughts to be of you at all. The tension between the two is glaringly apparent to the group, so Pope incessantly glances at the house door for about twenty minutes before JJ incessantly glancing at the house door finally pays off.

There you were.

Standing on the porch with tears streaming down your pretty cheeks and arms wrapped protectively around your stomach. JJ felt his stomach drop and the immediate desire to kill whoever made him feel like this. But it seems his cousin has the same desire because both boys stand up at the sight of you.

Dean is the first to step towards you, softly muttering your name. You don’t even glance in Dean’s direction. It isn’t until he repeats your name again, louder this time, that you finally look over at him.

JJ watches as you descend the steps, whip away a stray tear on your face, and stand a couple feet before the group of boys. You don’t take your eyes off Dean, and JJ prepares to watch Dean take you home and knows he will comfort you.

“I just wanna go home,” JJ doesn’t think he has ever heard you so broken up, and it makes him feel physically sick. “Can you please take me home?”

Dean immediately turns to grab his jacket that it tossed over one of the logs he was sitting on. “Of course, let me just-”

Then, you make eye contact with JJ, and the brief eye contact causes your eyes to tear up again. Without thinking, JJ jogs over and wraps you in his arms.

JJ has hugged you plenty of times, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt you hold him this tight. Your arms are tossed around his shoulders as his arms are looped around your waist. Dean turns, ready to take you home, and falters when he sees you wrapped in JJ’s arms.

“JJ, I’ve got her. She asked me to take her home.” Dean’s voice is flat, and you tense in JJ’s arms. Hoping to get a look at Dean, you pull away from JJ slightly so you can look over at him. While hugging JJ, both of you had shifted so JJ’s back was no longer to the group. Instead, Dean has a clear shot of both sides and how you and JJ are so intertwined. He feels sick watching you grip JJ so tightly.

“I was talking to JJ.” At this, JJ’s grip tightens around you as a possessive feeling strikes through him. He wants to be smug; rub it in Dean’s face that you chose him. But he would much rather get you home and figure out why you were so upset.

You turn your head, looking up at him, with his shirt clenched between your fists. Looking down at you, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes. “JJ, I want you to take me home.”

“I know, baby. Let’s go home.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and leads you in the direction of the Chateau. 

It wasn’t until you got to the Chateau that you finally let JJ know that happened, and he had been pacing around his bedroom ever since.

“I’m gonna kill him,” JJ practically grits out, his jaw so tense from anger.

“No, you’re not,” You sniffle as you stay wrapped up in JJ’s hoodie and sheets. The second you had reached his room, you climbed into his bed, you’re ultimate comfort place. There were so many times when you ended up in JJ’s bed, feeling wholly protected just by being next to him.

“Y/n, he acted like you were his. He didn’t even ask you! He was-fuck!” The bed squeaks as JJ tosses himself down at the bottom edge of the bed. His head is buried in his hands, and you can see the tension in his back. You slip out from beneath the covers and crawl towards him without saying anything. He tenses when he feels you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder, but then he shifts to hold you to him.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with men in my family.”

“You don’t have to apologize; you’re the only Maybank man I care about.” JJ nearly melts at the kiss you place on his cheek.

“Y/n.”

“JJ.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if I had told you sooner.”

“Told me what sooner?”

“About my feelings for you.” Your heart feels like it has given out when you hear him say this.

“No.” Your voice is a whisper as you look up at him.

“No?” His voice is just as soft as yours.

“That isn’t fair to put on yourself; Dean did what he did because he’s a dick.”

“I should have told you that I’ve been in love with you for a long that I can’t even remember when it started. It feels like I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I’ve loved you so for so fucking long, and I never told you,” He pauses, tucking a stray hair behind your ear like he did earlier in the night.

“I never thought I’d have a shot with you, and then I saw you with Dean. God, Y/n, I wanted to kill him. He had everything I ever wanted,” A soft sigh leaves his lips, and you simply watch him, your stomach fluttering at his confession.

JJ, you sigh, “Everyone knew my feelings about you; I don’t know how you didn’t. Why do you think I was always the first to clean you up after a fight? I would always share the couch with you if I had to. Not like it was a problem for me. I invited you to stay at my house; when have I ever invited Pope or John B to stay in my bed? I’ve always liked you, J, and always will.”

He stared at you as you talked, and you moved closer to him, taking a chance, sitting in his lap, and interlocking your hands behind his neck. His hands quickly found your waist and held you in his lap.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” You whispered softly, too nervous to say the words too loud, worried you might scare him off despite his previous comments. He didn’t say anything at first, simply tugging you into his chest so you had your legs wrapped around his waist as you hugged him. He pulled back to look at you, and your stomach flipped when you saw how he looked at you.

As close as you and JJ always were as friends, you had never been this close as you stared at him. Your heart was racing to see him stare at you like he found you stunning; he had never looked at you like this before. If he had, you had never gotten to see it.

“J?”

“Yea?”

“Can you kiss me?” When his lips meant yours, it wasn’t rough, or fast-it was gentle and soft-like he wanted to take all his time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours, slipping his hands into your hair. Relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him. His lips were soft and slow against yours, making you melt into him. Of all the times you had pictured kissing him, it had been quick and heated. But as he laid you down and pressed gentle kisses to your lips and neck, you preferred this to your fantasies.

He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed all over your body, barely touching against your skin, but enough to leave goosebumps behind. When he reached your hips, he would give a gentle squeeze. Sitting up, he used an arm to bring you up with him. You had waited so long to kiss JJ; now that you were, you didn’t want it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs as you sat in his lap, leading the kiss.

“Arms up, baby,” He told you as he pulled your sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. This was your chance to admire his body’s dips and curves. There was never a time that you could admire him up close, and that you had, you never wanted to stop. You knew he was muscular from the countess times you had watched him surf and walk around shirtless, but getting to touch him this way was entirely different. Being alone meant you didn’t have to worry about your friends catching your longing looks; there was no John B to relentlessly tease you. Just you and JJ.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He said as he slipped his fingers under your white bra straps and let them fall down your shoulders.

“Thank you, you’re pretty beautiful too,” Your voice teased as you threw your arms around his neck. Quickly, he leaned forward to kiss you, not wanting to waste another second without tasting you.

“Damn right,” He mumbled, making you giggle. You were about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when he stopped you.

“That’s my job from now on,” He shot you a cocky grin and pushed your hands away from your bra to do it himself. He reached one hand around you, and you felt your bra drop.

“One hand, baby,” He joked. You laughed loudly, remembering that JJ and John B had borrowed yours and Kiara’s bras years ago, hoping to learn to do it one-handed. They eventually did know after you and Kiara stepped in to teach them.

“Pure fucking talent,” You sarcastically answered him, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He groaned when he saw your bare tits and perky nipples. Your mind blanked as you heard the noise that came from him. 

His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Their back arched into his chest to give him better access. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning his hair wild from when you had your fingers through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs grew more apparent as he touched you.

He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs; you were not used to having someone see you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart. 

You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his shorts down. Oh fuck. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You had always wondered whether he would be big or small, and you weren’t surprised he was in the bigger size. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before he touched your chest, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.

“God baby, you’re soaked for me,” You could only answer with a whimper as he slipped his fingers over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He was slow as he began to circle your clit, adding fingers to pump in and out of you.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t if you asked him to go faster; he seemed pleased to take things slowly and gently.

“Your pussy tastes so good, it could eat you out for hours,” He mumbled against you, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers twisted in the sheets as you continued licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs began to shake, and you were momentarily embarrassed. It had been months since you were last touched, and without warning, JJ between your thighs was bringing you to your orgasm embarrassingly quick. Without warning, he pulled away from you, leaving you a little confused.

“Lay at the end of the bed,” You were still shaky, but you did as you were told and glanced up at him, kneeling at the foot of his bed. He kissed your lips before standing up, and you realized what he had in mind.

You watched as he grabbed his cock between his hand and guided it into your mouth. The moan that left his mouth as he felt your mouth had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Holy fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Desperation laced through his voice, making you feel entirely feral for him. You were willing to do anything that he told you to do.

His hands were in your hair as he created a makeshift ponytail to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. Youhines were muffled b cock, and from the sounds that were leaving him, you could tell he was enjoying this. A quick peek up at him let you know just how good he was feeling. The flush on his cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows were your indicators.

You pulled away from him with a pop, leaving a trail of salvia attaching you to him, “I need you to fuck me; I’ve waited too long to do this.” 

Your voice sounded incredibly desperate as you begged him. He said nothing, just leaned down to kiss you before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his shorts before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You sent him a soft smile and laid your back against the pillows, waiting for him. He sat before you, then situated himself between your legs and used his arms to hold himself above you. He looked down at you, and you sent him a giggly smile.

“I love you, J,” You told him, causing him to gently lean down and kiss you.

“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips, sending butterflies throughout your stomach. 

He sat up, grabbing your thighs with both hands, moving your legs so that you could slip between them. Your knees were bent, and your legs were on either side of him as he brushed his fingers against your clit again.

“God, you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” His simple words caused a gasp to be pulled from you.

His cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you. At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. JJ quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Jesus Christ,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking good.” All you could do was moan in response.

His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.

“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were desperately cried a pathetic, moaning as he quickly flipped you over and grabbed get enough of you.”

When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But he was quick to flip you over and grab your hips, pulling you onto all fours. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze and placed a few kisses on your shoulder. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he ran his fingers down your spine. Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.

“Fuck J, please go harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making JJ grin.

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, JJ! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to fucked rougher?”

As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew the neighbors could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.

His name and curses fell through your lips, and you got closer and closer to coming. You knew you would come quicker than you usually would since you had spent years fantasizing about JJ. You had spent countless nights getting off to the thought of getting to be with JJ, and if you knew him at all-he did too.

“Fuck JJ, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”

“Fuck. Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” you knew you could let go with him. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.

When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.

“JJ! Fuck, I-”

“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” that admission, your back arched as you felt your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to God none of your friends had decided to come back from the party.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him switching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.

“Jesus, baby,” JJ mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.

He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.

“God, I love you.” He kisses your head before standing up and heading into your bathroom. You hear him come back after a few minutes.

“Turn over, baby.” You turn to see him with a warm washcloth; he slowly moves your legs apart and cleans up the mess between them. Your heart melts as you watch him take care of you. Once he’s done, he tosses the rag and lays beside you; you move so that you’re lying against his chest, and he throws his blanket over the both of you.

“JJ?”

“Yea, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“Be fucking quiet; you’re gonna wake her up.” JJ snapped, sending a glare over at John B. It was nearly 9 am, and they were the only two awake, the rest of the group fast asleep after the party.

“I am being fucking quiet, dumbass.”

“I don’t need her finding out what happened this morning,” He grumbled, glancing down at his bruised and bloody knuckles. John B’s snort caught his attention, and he glanced up at his best friend, who was looking at his hand.

“Like that won’t give it away?”

“I’ll just say I got into it with some kooks.”

“You’re gonna lie to her?” John B sent him an unimpressed look.

“Jesus, John B! I don’t know what I’m gonna tell her yet.”

“Tell her the truth. That you beat the shit out of our cousin for her,” He shrugged like it was the most straightforward option. “Where is she anyway? Did you take her home?”

JJ faltered at that question, the memories of last night running through his head. He still needed to update John B that your friendship had been properly ruined. But he didn’t know what the two of you were now. Were you dating? Casually seeing each other for now? That was something that he should clear up soon.

“No, she’s uh-“His door creaked, and you were wrapped in his sheets. Your hair was a mess, a couple of marks littered your neck, and your eyes were squinted with sleep.

“J?” You called quietly, and JJ nearly melted. How did he get so lucky? How did this angel have feelings for him? “Can you come back? I miss you.”

You must have been delirious with sleep and not have even noticed John B because there was no way you would’ve felt comfortable looking and speaking this vulnerably in front of him any other time.

“Yea, baby. I’ll be there.” You sent him a sleepy smile and closed the door. JJ nearly jumped up from his spot to get to you.

“Baby?” John B let out, sounding incredibly smug and wearing a grin. “Looks like you finally told her.”

JJ didn’t say anything; he just flipped him off with a smug smile as he closed the door to his bedroom and slipped into bed with you.

“Hi,” He quietly greeted as he settled into his pillow facing you.

“Why’d you leave?” Your voice was laced with sleep as you scooted closer to him.

“I went and saw Dean,” He felt you tense in his arms, and for a second, he wondered if he had made the wrong decision by telling you. He would never regret punching his cousin for the way he treated you.

“J, what did you do?”

“I punched him, and I know you aren’t a fan of that, but-“His words were cut off by pressing your lips to his.

“Thank you, he deserved it,” You quietly mumbled before snuggling back into his chest.

JJ had never loved you more.

heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))

Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.

I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.

“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.

“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.

“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.

“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.

“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”

He's Mine part 4

Summary: JJ has found himself in an unfortunate situation, he's alone with Bianca at her house.

Warnings: sexual assault(forced kiss), angst, yelling, Bianca being a bitch, smut, piv, oral(f receiving), hand job, MDNI, fluffy ending, 18+

A/n: So there's actually gonna be a fifth part cuz I didn't want to have so much in one chapter but it'll be shorter :)

Series Masterlist

As soon as her lips touch his, JJ's mind starts spiraling. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" His fight or flight response finally kicks in and he shoves Bianca off of him. He's panicking, another girl's lips touched his! Someone who wasn't his girlfriend kissed him!

"I- I thought-"

"Thought what? I have a girlfriend for fuck's sake! And you know that! You've known that since day 1! What, did you think I'd cheat on her?!" He yells at her.

"I don't care!" Bianca finally says back.

"You don't care?!" JJ says in disbelief. What the fuck is wrong with this girl???

"JJ, I love you!"

JJ stares in complete disbelief. Did he just hear what he thinks he heard? He thinks she's joking but the look she's giving him says that she's completely serious.

"WHAT?!" JJ exclaims so loud that Bianca worried her neighbors might hear. "You don't even know me!"

"I know enough! And I want to be with you-" She tries to reach for JJ but he just shoves her arms away and backs up further.

"Get it through your thick skull that I have a girlfriend!" He taps at his head as he speaks. "What the hell is wrong with your fucking brain that would make you think I'd ever be with you?" JJ is losing his temper, and for a very very good reason.

"I can treat you better than she could! I know it!" Bianca tries to defend herself.

JJ lets out a humorless laugh, "You're actually crazy!" Bianca's eyes widen in offense. "I love my girlfriend with everything that I have! My heart will forever belong to her and there is nothing, NOTHING you or anyone else could change about that so stay the fuck away from me you fucking psycho!" JJ moves to the other side of the counter to grab the envelope of cash.

"Do you know who I am? I am a Watson! I get everything I want, no one says no to me! I have connections!" Bianca yells at him.

JJ smirks, "yeah well.. Y/n L/n has more. And let me be the first person to tell you this," he moves back over to her and looks her dead in the eyes with nothing but pure disgust and anger, "no."

He walks away through the kitchen arch way. "You'll regret this JJ!"

"I highly doubt that, have a shitty life bitch!" JJ shoves up the middle finger and walks through the front door. Once the door shuts, Bianca lets out a screeching sound, as if a dead animal was being tortured. To her, this could be considered torture.

She didn't get the guy.

JJ picks his shirt up from the porch and pulls out his phone. Covering his lock screen, a picture of you kissing his cheek, is tons of missed calls and texts from you and his friends

5 missed calls from My future wife 💍

Bree: Pls tell me you're alive

Pope: Dude where are you??

Kiara: Y/n called me, are you okay???

Sarah: JJ, Y/n is really worried about you

"Shitshitshit!" JJ frantically pulls up your number and calls you, running a hand through his damp hair.

'JJ?!'

'Baby!'

'J where are you- are you okay?!'

'Princess, I'm on my way over. I really need to talk to you!'

'O-okay'

'And Y/n?'

'Yeah?'

'I love you, so so much'

'I love you too JJ'

JJ hangs up and takes a deep breath. He quickly makes his way over to your house, not glancing back at the horror mansion he just left.

-

"JJ!" You hastily wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace as soon as you see his figure in the door frame. "I was so worried about you! No one knew where you were and you weren't answering! I was so scared something happened!" You cried into his neck.

He holds you tight against his chest, smoothing your hair and kissing your head. "I'm okay Princess, I'm here now."

You nod and pull away from him, "good. Now what the hell were you doing at Bianca's house?!" You slap him on the shoulder. JJ winces and looks at you with wide eyes, clearly taken aback by your outburst.

"Ow-Wha- how did you-"

"Sarah called me. She said she heard Bianca call your name and when she looked out the window, you were following her inside. Without your shirt! Why were you at her house and why were you shirtless??" You tried to smack his arm again but he took ahold of your wrist before you could leave another mark.

JJ sighs, "we need to talk." He pulls you up to your room for some privacy. Once you entered your room, you sat at the edge of your bed with your arms crossed over your chest. "Okay then, talk."

JJ explains everything that happened from his bike breaking down to Bianca kissing him. Your blood began boiling as he spoke but you tried to stay calm until he finished.

Once he finished explaining everything, you were both furious and confused. Why did he not want to tell you about his bike? "I just don't understand why you didn't tell me about your bike. I could've paid for it."

JJ sighs and holds your hand, "that's exactly why. I don't want you spending your money on me and my problems. It's my bike and I should be the one paying for it, not you."

"JJ, you know money isn't a problem for me. I was a pogue once too remember? I saw you struggle every day and there was nothing I could do to help you. Now that I have the money, I just want to spoil you."

JJ moves to sit next to you, "I know you do princess, but there are times when I need to do things on my own. You're my girlfriend, not my sugar mommy."

"I can be both," you shrug with a smirk. JJ's frown breaks into a smile, "You are impossible." You smile and cups JJ's face between your hands. You glance down at his lips and remember how they touched someone else's. The anger you felt a few minutes ago quickly returns.

That fucking bitch

JJ notices your demeanor change and furrows his eyebrows, "what?" He asks.

"Someone needs to be taught a lesson," you say through gritted teeth.

"I could take you over-"

"Oh I'll deal with that bitch later...I'm talking about you."

"Me??" JJ was astonished. He thought he was in the clear after explaining the whole situation.

"You went there after you told me you'd stay away from her. And I don't care if you didn't know, you still stayed...you're in trouble Maybank." You push him to lay down on his back and straddle him.

"Teach me a lesson then mama," he smirks. The fear and anger he felt before is long gone, now replaced with love and lust.

You grin when you feel his quickly hardening dick underneath you. You've barely touched him and he's already melting. That bitch really tried to take him from you.

"Looks like I need to mark my property again." You start by kissing his lips. He lifts his hands to deepen the kiss but you pin both of them to the bed. "No touching," you tell him. He whines against your lips. He hates not being able to touch you, especially when he's so hard.

Your kisses move down to his neck, "I'm gonna make sure everyone knows you're mine." He nods and breathes heavily as you leave multiple hickies along his neck.

Once you were satisfied with your work, you removed yourself from him. He quickly sits up and looks at you with wide eyes. Before he could complain, you removed your top to reveal you had no bra. You removed your pajama pants next, only left in your panties.

"Oh fuck me," he mutters to himself.

"Is that what you want JJ?" You slowly walk back towards him. He quickly nods. "You didn't let that bitch do anything else right?" You touch his groin, palming him over his shorts

He shakes his head, "nuh uh! Nobody can fuck me as good as you cupcake," he moans out. He's so desperate for you, he'd to anything.

"Good, because you're all mine."

"All yours baby, mind, body, and soul."

You slam your lips onto his again, still palming him. "Strip." And he does, only removing his lips from yours to take off his shirt, then reconnecting them.

Once his clothes are off, you moved past him to lay on the pillows. You open your legs to show the effect he has on you. JJ practically salivates at the sight. "Show me how sorry you are," you tell him.

"Yes ma'am." He gets back on the bed and kisses your covered clit before tearing your panties off. He dives in as if it's his last meal on earth. He's so pussy drunk that he doesn't care if he didn't get off, although he really wanted to.

"I'm close J!" You tighten your thighs around his head and squeeze at his hair which only causes him to moan into you. "Let me taste you princess," he mutters against you. You let go, moaning his name as loud as you want.

"Lay down." You push him down to lay in your spot. You dig through your bedside table to pull out what JJ thought would be a condom but was actually a pair of handcuffs. You dangle them in front of his face and smile as you watch his face contort into horror.

"Baby no- no please no!" He was dreading what was coming. "Sorry J, this is your punishment." You drag one of his arms to the headboard and cuff it, then doing the same to the other. The whole time you did this, he had a deep frown on his face.

He hated when you would do this. Having a Goddess ride him while he couldn't worship her was a punishment indeed. JJ is super touchy, even more during sex. So not feeling your skin under his finger tips as you bounce on him was pure torture.

"You're so mean," he pouts.

"Aww poor JJ. Maybe this will help." You drop down on his dick, catching him off guard.

"Shit princess," he throws his head back with a groan. "Just like that!" He moves to hold your waist but is constricted by the restrains around his wrists. He groans in annoyance.

"No one will ever take you from me JJ," you clench down on him, a choked moan leaves his mouth.

"Oh princess- fuck! Never...in a million years" he struggles to get the words out. You feel too damn good.

"Mine...mine...mine," you enunciate every word by bouncing harder.

"Yours baby- yours!"

"Oh fuck I'm cumming JJ!" You throw your head back in utter bliss. Your eyes are closed as you keep bouncing.

"Yes! Cum princess, cum on my dick. I want you all over me!" He presses his heels harder into the mattress to meet your thrusts.

Seeing you fall apart on his dick has JJ finishing not long after. You collapse on his chest and he kisses your head. Once your breathing has calmed down, you take the key and unlock the handcuffs.

Immediately, JJ wraps his arms around you and rolls over on top of you. He had red marks around his wrists but he didn't care. Touching you was all that mattered.

"I love you Y/n. I'm sorry for being so damn stubborn and I'm sorry I let Bianca get so close. I'll do better, I promise." He leans his forehead against yours.

"I love you too JJ. I forgive you, but just be honest with me next time. If you're going through something, we need to communicate. You know I'll support you whatever it is." You connect your lips with his to further your point.

When you pull away, you can tell something is going through JJ's brain. "What is it-"

"Marry me," he blurts out.

"What?"

"Marry me baby, right now Routledge style." He sits up on his knees to remove his favorite ring from his finger and holds it out in front of you.

You sit up as well, "JJ-"

"I know we're still young and we can sort the legal stuff later but I just want to be your husband." He looks at you with hopeful eyes. You look down at the ring that has been with him through so many memories.

"Yes," you respond through teary eyes. JJ's eyes widen as if he hadn't heard you correctly.

"Really?"

"Yes JJ, I'll marry you." He connects your lips in a bruising kiss that causes you to fall on your back.

You get up to slide the ring on a chain since it was too big to fit your finger. You stand in front of your vanity mirror about to put it on when JJ intercepts.

"Let me," he takes the necklace from you and clasps it around your neck. Once it's secured, he wraps his arms around your waist and leans his head on your shoulder, just admiring you in the mirror.

"Y/n Maybank," you say, smiling down at the ring around your neck.

"My wife"

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words: 2.4k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, sexting, sending nudes, f receiving oral, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of pregnancy

y/n: what time are you home?

you know you could go and check his schedule that he sent you access to, but honestly, you just want an excuse to communicate with rafe. it takes him twenty minutes to reply, meaning he’s really busy, because he never takes more than five to get back with you.

rafe: 7:30. you should eat dinner without me. 

y/n: when are you gonna eat?

rafe: i’m working through dinner. will make something when i get home

you love how hardworking rafe is, but hate how he will sometimes ignore his needs to get something done. he’s taking you on a week-long vacation soon, and he’s doing a lot of extra work to prepare for being off, as if he doesn’t already have enough to do.

you sigh and throw your head back onto the pillow, glancing at the alarm clock. only 1pm. you hope rafe at least paused for lunch, but you’re not sure you can wait a whole six hours to see rafe, especially considering he left before you were even awake.

y/n: i miss you so much

10 minutes pass before you get a response back

rafe: i know baby, i’ll be back before you know it, and we will have all that time alone soon

you know while you’re looking forward to the upcoming vacation, rafe needs it. 

y/n: i want alone time with you right now :(

rafe only reads the message, making you pout, wondering why he’s not given you a response. it’s most likely that something else has just come up, tearing his attention away, but it still makes you upset, wanting to override anything else for him.

you leave your phone on the bed and head to the closet, pulling out a couple of things you know rafe can’t resist. you start with his favorite lingerie, a pale blue that shows off your tan, then layer it with his favorite dress, it’s a white cotton sundress that just drives him absolutely crazy every time you put it on.

you sit back on the bed, placing your phone on the pillow and posing, using the self timer to take a couple innocent pictures.

y/n: do you like my outfit? *two images attached*

rafe responds instantly, making you laugh.

rafe: i love it. what is it that i see peeking out from under the strap?

you knew rafe would pick up on the blue lace peeking out. you tug the dress off, careful to hang it back up, wanting for sure to take it on your vacation, before taking a few more pictures, in a lot less clothes.

y/n: oh, just your favorite *one image attached*

rafe: baby… you know i’m at work

y/n: i know… i just miss you so bad. need you.

you do consider for a second that you don’t know exactly where rafe is, and he could have had anyone sitting near him see you scantily clad, but you need and miss him too badly to care.

rafe: you have to be patient, darling. 7:30.

you roll your eyes at the message, knowing no way in hell that you were waiting 6 hours to see your husband.

rafe: i’m going into a meeting now. will check on you in 30 minutes, okay honey?

you smirk to yourself, knowing 30 minutes is the perfect amount of time to get yourself into a little bit of trouble.

you open your camera up, taking hundreds of photos in the lingerie, venturing into wild poses and sending all the best ones to rafe.

you then start to strip away the lingerie before you get an idea, sliding the straps back on before starting to record a video. you stay silent, knowing rafe is more than likely going to have to watch on mute. you smirk at the camera, blowing a kiss before reaching behind you to unclip your bra, giving what you hope is a sexy wiggle of your shoulders as you slide it off, exposing your breasts. you grip them, opening your mouth in a moan, shutting your eyes to imagine rafe’s hands instead.

you move onto your underwear next, getting onto your knees and turning so your ass is facing the camera. you slowly slide them down your legs before spreading your ass, revealing both your holes to the camera. it’s the most scandalous you’ve ever been, but you’re extra needy for rafe today.

you flip over so you’re back facing the camera, keeping your legs spread wide as you run a finger down the center of your chest, over your naval, until you dip into your core, not suppressing the shudder that moves through your body. 

you stop the video there, sending it to rafe without really thinking of the consequences. you know that you’ll get punished when he gets home, but that homecoming will be a lot sooner than originally planned.

you lay down on the bed, completely nude, and try to do something to pass the time. you try scrolling through social media, or playing some mobile games, but you can’t get your mind anywhere other than between your thighs.

you let a hand trail down to between your legs, not yet rubbing directly on your clit, but near enough to make you moan. you open up your secret folder of rafe. it’s mostly shirtless pictures you’ve taken of him at on the boat or around the house, but there’s a few nudes in there as well, only sent when you’ve been away from each other for a long time. rafe isn’t one to normally send pictures, preferring to interact over a video chat instead.

you pause your play before you get too excited, opening up your chat with rafe.

y/n: i’m touching myself

y/n: thinking of you

y/n: i need your cock so bad, baby. come home and take care of your wife

you head back to the folder, flipping through pictures as your fingers rub over your clit. you press a finger inside, rolling your eyes back in your head as you prepare for the feeling of rafe’s cock inside of you.

you swipe to one of his nudes, admiring from top down, how wide his shoulders are, how his abs are even more prominent in the low bathroom lighting, eyes finally trailing down to his cock, hand wrapped around it, mid-jerk.

rafe: baby… 

your heart skips a beat in happiness at his response.

y/n: still touching myself… i need you rafey

rafe takes 10 minutes to respond, and you hope that it’s just filled with him canceling meetings and driving home.

rafe: heading home now

you let out a little cheer, springing up from the bed, smoothing down the crumpled sheets, deciding to wait downstairs for rafe. you forgo any clothes as you get ready for his arrival, lighting a candle and setting it on the living room coffee table to scent the whole house, and turning on the perfect amount of lights to create a moody atmosphere. 

“princess.” rafe calls, and you hurry to the front door.

rafe smirks when he sees you, pulling you in for a kiss. “there’s my little brat.”

you hum against his lips, having expected some punishment. rafe shrugs off his jacket, leaving him in a crisp white button down and professional yet stylish pants and shoes. rafe in his business attire always leaves you feeling extra horny for him, wanting nothing more than to slip his cock out through his pants and get on your knees for him.

“i’m sorry, rafey, i just missed you so much.” you pout, pressing kisses to his jaw. “i couldn’t wait.”

“i had so much work to get done, you know?” rafe grabs your wrist, leading you into the kitchen. “had to cancel four different meetings, and i could barely concentrate in the last one after you sent me that picture.”

you try to kiss rafe to make up for it, but he stops you. 

“bend over the island.” 

you quickly do as he says, getting up on your tip toes to lean over the island counter, glad that you took the time to clean it this morning. your bum sticks out, and you know exactly what is to come. rafe’s punishment is hard and swift, but he always makes up for it after.

his hand swats at you ass, making you mewl as you try your best to keep quiet, knowing any comments are only going to extend the spankings further.

rafe lands a few more blows, but they’re overall very gentle, not wanting to actually hurt you, more using it as a delay to giving you your pleasure, but you know what is coming, and it has the wetness between your legs increasing, starting to drip down your thigh.

“you really can’t wait, can you?” rafe laughs, sinking down to his knees behind you.

“what are you?- oh!” you’re cut off as rafe buries his face into your pussy, his tongue lapping at your slit, wanting to taste everything you have to offer.

you know he must have been desperate for you too to not have punished you any more than a few light spankings, but you honestly don’t care as his tongue flicks over your clit.

you drop your forehead onto the cool counter, already having built yourself up before rafe got home, and wanting to hold back on your first orgasm to enjoy rafe eating you out for longer.

rafe hums as he practically makes out with your pussy, alternating between using his tongue and pressing wide, open mouth kisses to your sensitive skin.

“rafe, oh my god, right there.” you moan as he sucks on your clit, knowing that your orgasm is very quickly appraoching.

“cum for me.” rafe says when he pulls away momentarily, kissing along your ass, covering the red marks in smooches. “cum all over my face”

with that, he buries his mouth back in between your legs, making obscene slurping noises that have you blushing, whole body starting to shake, half from the exhaustion in your legs, half from the pleasure.

“oh my god, rafe!” you scream out as he flicks your clit rapidly, making you see stars as your orgasm washes over you like a wave.

rafe slows his licks, letting you ride out your orgasm until you’re satisfied and slumped, boneless against the counter.

“come here.” rafe says softly, helping you stand up straight. rafe kisses you gently, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as you stretch out your sore legs. the kiss quickly turns passionate, rafe groping your tits as you work on the button on his pants before unzipping them, letting out his hard cock.

“aren’t you happy you came home early?” you ask rafe as he lifts you so you’re sitting on the counter, his cock the perfect height to slide over your pussy.

“always happy to be home with you, wifey.” rafe says, dropping his head to kiss along your neck while he continues to grind against you, giving you some time to recover from your orgasm.

“fuck me, please.” you ask rafe, giving him your best doe eyes.

rafe gives you one more peck on your lips before nodding, taking his cock into his hand and lining it up with your entrance, sinking into the familiar place. your walls adjust perfectly to him, moulding around his cock.

“feels so good.” you whine, bending your legs at the knee and bringing your feet up onto the edge of the counter, opening you up wide for rafe.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he starts to thrust, the sound of his trousers slapping against your skin creates a thwap that vibrates throughout the kitchen.

it’s extra obscene, you completely nude, versus rafe still completely clothed, right down to the shiny shoes on his feet.

“perfect.” rafe says, already sounding slightly out of breath. “the perfect pussy for me, baby, just like you’re the perfect girl for me.”

you moan at his praise, pressing kisses along his jaw and neck, at least what you can get to that’s not hidden under a collar.

“i love you.” you tell rafe, always getting the urge to remind him when his cock hits that one place inside of you.

“i love you too baby.” rafe says, squeezing your hips tightly. “even when you’re a brat and send me dirty pictures to make me come home early.”

“it worked didn’t it?” you smile, knowing exactly what your cockiness is going to get you, as rafe delivers a slap to your hip before leaning down and sucking a hickey into the crook of your neck, bound to create quite the bruise that you’ll have to cover up tomorrow.

“can’t wait until a week from now, and this is all we’ll be doing.” rafe says, and your mind goes foggy at the thought of your vacation being completely sex-filled, not sure if you can handle all of that.

“maybe i’ll bring you back home pregnant.” rafe says, making you gasp, tightening your pussy around him at the thought of it.

“you like that?” rafe laughs, throwing his head back as he fucks you even harder, showing you no mercy as he works himself up to orgasm. you feel tears fall from your eyes at the hard thrusts, but you ignore it in favor of bringing a hand down to rub your clit, trying to time your orgasm to the same time as rafes. you can tell from his pulsating cock that it’s not going to be long until he’s spilling inside of you.

“close.” rafe warns, and you aren’t far behind. the second you feel his cum start to spurt inside of you, you also fall, burying your face in his shoulder as you moan, unconcerned with your noise level.

“that’s it.” rafe says, rubbing a hand up and down your bare back as shivers overtake your body. he slowly thrusts until he’s completely spent, before gently slipping out of you, knowing his cum is without a doubt leaking onto the countertop and floor.

“was that worth it?” you ask, sitting up only to be pulled back in by rafe.

“you’re always worth it, princess.” rafe kisses your forehead. “now why don’t i undress and we fuck in the shower? then again on the bed?”

you give rafe an exasperated look.

“what?” he says. “we have to make the most out of the evening!”

hii! i love your content and i literally scream with excitement everytime you post :) may i request ethan landry smut?

i was thinking of a plot where reader takes ethan to meet her family for the first time during christmas. she teases him making ethan flustered and a little mad about it? you could do whatever you want to fill in to the story !!

i dont know how to explain it properly, this is my first time ever requesting 😭

scratches down your back — ethan landry

word count: 2,072

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: y/n teases ethan all evening and then he punishes her.

warnings: smut. p in v. masturbation. bondage. unprotected sex. dirty talking.

ETHAN'S GRIP ON THE STEERING WHEEL WAS SO STRONG THAT HIS KNUCKLES TURNED WHITE. His body felt hot and his forehead was covered in sweat. Y/N was looking at him worriedly from the shot-gun seat, a wave of guilt rushing through her body. They were parked in front of Y/N's parents' house and Ethan was having a nervous meltdown.

"Eth, it's totally fine if you're not ready for this. I'm sure my parents will understand." she said caressing his knuckles softly.

His hands relaxed and he shook his head. "No, I want to meet them. I'm just really nervous and scared."

"Love, you know that you don't need to win them over, right? Because you already have. I'm always sending them pictures of our dates, and tell them how you spoil me and you don't even know how often I tell them how amazing you are and how much I love you. They love you, Eth. They only want me to be happy," she kissed his cheek and made him look her in the eyes as she said "and hell, Ethan, you make me so happy that my chest hurts."

That made Ethan smile and feel like doing cartwheels. Y/N always said the exact words to calm him down. “Okay. I’m ready.” he nodded. Y/N turned around to open the door but he stopped her, making her furrow her brows. “I love you.”

No matter how many times they had told each other those three words, she still felt like melting into a puddle everytime. It was the way his voice softened and his eyes glistened like snow—they showed they weren’t empty words, he meant them and felt them with his whole heart.

“I love you, too. More than anything.”

When they finally entered the house, all his fears washed away. Y/N’s parents greeted him like he was an old friend and made him feel more at home than his own parents. For the first time in very long time, he didn’t feel alone during holidays. His heart warmed everytime he stole glances at his girlfriend’s concentrated expression as she made gingerbread cookies, or when he witnessed the way her whole face lit up when she watched him exchange words with her parents. But mostly, his heart warmed at the way they made him feel like he was a part of the family, like he had always been part of the family.

Y/N could see that too, and it was the best feeling in the world. Ethan deserved to be surrounded by people who loved and cared about him, and as long as Ethan let her be around him, she would ensure he got everything he deserved. He would always have someone to go home to.

His laugh brought her out of her sappy thoughts. God, how much she loved his laugh. It was deep and full of life, and it made creases appear by his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to press her lips against them.

Y/N faked an annoyed expression once she realized her mother and Ethan were laughing at her. They had been exchanging embarrassing stories about her and laughing their asses off together, like they were long-time best friends.

“No, no. Please continue laughing at me like I’m not even here.” she said feigning hurt.

“I’m sorry, love. But really? You climbed the wall to the neighbor's backyard? You little trespasser.” Ethan said smiling at her.

“I was 10! And bored. And the asshole left his dog there so I thought—he must not be at home and the dog is as lonely as I am, and I wanted to play with him.”

“Aw, babe, you make trespassing look adorable.” he said as he stood up and walked towards her around the counter. He hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Yes, but then the neighbor caught her and she started calling him out for leaving the dog outside alone. I swear I’ve never seen a forty-year-old man so intimidated by a little girl.” her mother said and started laughing with Ethan.

“That sounds like something she would still do.” Ethan said between laughter. Her mother nodded in agreement.

“Okay, stop it you two. I don’t like this little alliance.” Y/N frowned.

Her mother blew her a kiss before standing up. “I’m going to check on your father.”

Once her mother was out of the kitchen, Y/N turned around to face her grinning boyfriend “Bonding with my mother over making fun of me? Not cool, Ethan.”

“I’m sorry. It was a really adorable story, tho. You’re so cute.”

Y/N started kissing his neck and once she reached his weak spot, she started sucking the skin in there. Ethan’s hands gripped her hips tightly and he let out a quiet moan. Her lips trailed upwards, kissing his Adam apple, jawline and finally met his lips.

Her hand, which was resting on his firm chest, slowly moved down until it made contact with his hard on. He gasped in surprise and stopped the kiss. “Babe, what are you doing?”

“Me? Nothing.” she shrugged innocently, feeling his dick pulsing against her knuckles. His breathing quickened and he had to bit his lower lip to not make any sound.

“Please….”

“Please what?” she said in a whispery breath. “Do you want me to touch you?” Ethan nodded desperately, his eyebrows furrowed with agony. “I’m sorry, babe. You’ll have to wait until dinner’s over.”

“Okay.” he wasn’t exactly happy about it, but he understood they couldn’t do anything while her parents were on the next room.

Apparently, Y/N wasn't on the same page and she continued to tease him throughout dinner. At first, he didn’t think anything when she put her warm hand on his knee, but then she slowly drew her index finger up. This time, she didn’t just brush her knuckles against his bulge, she massaged it with her whole palm to the point that Ethan began to leak inside his boxers. And then, she went one step forward and sneaked her hand inside his pants and underwear to stroke his dick.

Ethan bit the inside of his cheek so hard it drew blood, but continue to do it to stop the whimpers that threatened to escape his mouth. He threw his girlfriend a begging glance, and she understood by the way his length was pulsing and his fists clenched that Ethan was close, which made her stop.

With a wink, she withdrew her hand and continue chatting with her parents and having dinner as if nothing had happened. Ethan was beyond mad, and when they finally said their good nights, he practically hauled his girlfriend to her childhood room, where they would be sleeping for the night, and threw her to the bed.

“You think it was funny, don’t you?” he asked as he hovered over her. “Teasing me knowing there was nothing I could do because I would never do that while your parents were there.”

“I was just giving you a preview of your gift.”

“And what is my gift?”

“Well, I wanted to suck you off while I wore the lingerie I bought for you.”

Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Too bad, I don’t like what you did, and I think you need to be punished for torturing me like that.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with lust as her boyfriend took his shirt off and then his pants and boxers. She extended her hand, ready to touch him but he quickly grabbed both of her hands. “No touching.”

“Ethan, please. I’m sorry, let me touch you.” she begged.

The boy shook his head. “Take your shirt and shorts off.”

His eyes followed every movement, making her feel hot and excited for the night that awaited her. She loved when he took charge and was commanding—it was a side of him only she knew about. No one would ever imagine that the shy smart boy liked to tie his girlfriend’s hands to the bedpost as he touched himself in front of her.

“You’re killing me, Eth.” she said in a broken voice while trying to free herself from the leather belt around her wrists.

“You don’t even know how hot you look right now.” Ethan panted, stroking his length faster and he drank the sight of her in green lacy lingerie and doe eyes begging him to let her touch. “You like what you see, love?”

Y/N nodded “I want you in my mouth.”

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” he started, as he continued to drive himself to his release. “I’m going to come on your tits and then I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll be begging me to stop, but I won’t. I won’t stop until you’re full of my cum. Understood?”

Y/N groaned, his words already had her completely soaked. “Yes, Ethan.”

“If you really want me to stop, say 'Red', okay?” Ethan asked, his voice soft this time. Y/N nodded and he gave her one sweet kiss before going back to the dominating role.

Y/N watched in awe as he came all over her breasts. With his head thrown back, lips parted and eyes shut, Ethan was quite the view when he came. “You’re so beautiful.”

Ethan smiled as he used to fingers to clean the cum off her chest and then tapped her cheek with his other hand. “Open up.” she opened her mouth and then closed it around his fingers, sucking and tasting him. “Good girl.” he eyed her wrists, that seemed to be a bit red and frowned. “Does it hurt?”

“A little bit. It’s not tight but the bedpost is a bit tall and the position makes it hurt a little.”

“I’m sorry.” he said, freeing her hands and pressing kisses on the red spots.

“I’m okay, don’t worry. I liked it.” she smiled reassuringly. “Can you fuck me now?”

Ethan laughed and got rid of her panties. He opened her legs and his dick got hard again when he saw her completely soaked. “Fuck babe, I’ve never seen you this wet.” he dragged the head of his dick up and down her slit, making both of them moan. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked as he slowly slid inside of her, her walls practically squeezing his length to death. “You wanted me to fuck you in your childhood room? While your parents are upstairs, not having any idea how much of a slut their daughter is for her boyfriend, right?”

“Yes.” she breathed.

“Yes, what?” he demanded as he increased his pace.

“I wanted this. I knew you’d get mad.” she cried, her body shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. “and you’d fuck me like the slut I am.”

“That’s right.” he said putting one of her legs on his shoulder, and this new position made him go deeper. “I will never get over how good you feel. Nothing will ever feel better than this.”

Tears fell down her cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming her. “Faster.” she begged, and he complied. “I’m coming. I can feel every inch of you, holy shit.”

“Hold it.” he ordered. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop it. Her nails were practically stabbing his back, Ethan was sure she was drawing blood but didn’t care. It was good pain. “God, you’re so tight and you keep clenching around me. It’s a crime how good you feel.”

“Are you close?” she whispered.

“Yes. Ready?” he asked and she gave a quick nod. He gave one more brutal thrust and then Y/N felt him unload inside of her. “Fuck, there’s so much.”

“Eth, can I come now?” she was barely holding on.

“Yes, come all over my cock” with the sweetest moan he had ever heard, Y/N arched her back as she rocked her hips and came while he was still inside, covering him in her juices. “You did amazing, love. But we are not finished.”

“I can’t feel anything.” she said tiredly, but she could not bring herself to say the safe word. She didn’t want to. She didn't want it to be over.

“That’s too bad, should’ve thought about it before teasing me.” he grabbed her hips and turned her around. He slapped her ass softly. “On your knees and hold onto the bedpost.”

It was going to be a long, torturous night and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. Best Christmas ever.

Stealing Rafe’s juul as a prank and he literally goes insane and you’re like 😟

- 🦇

okay this got nsfw so... warning for that

no bc you spot it on the nightstand, sitting forgotten, most likely placed there when rafe was getting changed, meant to go into the pocket of his new pants.

you smile and pluck the vape off the surface, taking a hit of the sweet vapor before shoving it into your own pocket.

you head downstairs, pressing a kiss to rafes head as he sits on the couch, a football game on tv.

“are we winning?” you question, rounding the couch and plopping down next to him. you don't know who is playing, you don't really care, but you know rafe must be rooting for someone based on the way his hands are clenched into fist, his eyes only briefly flashing to look at you.

“we're not.” he says. “this coach is fucking shit.”

you don't dare giggle, even though you want to. you nod your head in agreement, always just parroting rafes opinion when it comes to sports.

you turn your eyes to the game, trying to care when you realize that it's almost half time. maybe the cheerleaders will put on an entertaining performance. it's always your favorite part of the game.

“fucking shit!” rafe shouts when the other team makes a touchdown right before the timer runs out. he stands up off the couch when the halftime commentators come on screen, his hands patting down his pockets.

you smirk to yourself and sink further into the couch, knowing he's looking for his juul. he stomps up the stairs, and you can hear the commotion in the bedroom as he looks for his vape.

rafe comes back downstairs after a minute. “baby, have you seen my juul?” he questions. you give a shake of your head.

rafe begins to pat the cushions of the couch, before throwing them off, making your eyes widen.

“rafe-” 

“get up.” rafe grunts. you stand quickly and move out of the way as he throws the cushion you were sitting on off the couch, a crazed look in his eye.

“where's my fucking juul?!” rafe shouts, not at you specifically, but it still causes you to freeze up as he moves out of the living room, and you can hear him in the kitchen, shifting through cabinets. you put the couch back together quickly, hearing rafes angry mumbling to himself, jumping when a glass breaks.

“r-rafe.” you call out.

“what?” rafe shouts, reentering the room, his brow furrowed in anger.

you pull the vape out of your pocket, a pout on your face. “im-im sorry i thought it would be funny to hide it.”

rafe sighs, grabbing the juul out of your hand and taking a hit. 

“im really sorry, rafey.” you continue. “it was just supposed to be a prank.”

“it's okay.” rafe says as his eyes flicker back to the television, the game restarting. he plops down onto the couch. “you can make it up to me by warming my cock while i watch the game.”

you swallow, moving to take your shorts off, but rafe gives you a glare. “not with your cunt. do you think you deserve that? you can use your mouth.”

you don't dare let out a whine or voice your complaints, simply kneeling between his legs while rafe unzips his shorts and pulls his cock out, already half hard.

he takes another hit of his juul before blowing the smoke over your face, laughing when your eyes flutter closed.

he takes your head in his heads, pushing your mouth onto his cock. you gag slightly but ultimately adjust as he pushes you all the way down, his cock swelling in your mouth as you try to breathe through your nose.

“now stay fucking still.” rafe warns, his eyes moving back to the game as his team regains possession.

purity ring

words: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is virgin and religious, purity rings/waiting until marriage, virginity/innocence kink, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex <3 (yay! for once!), one scene takes place in a church

you are perfect. an innocent angel, untouched by anyone. you wore a silver purity ring firmly on your finger, gifted to you by your father on your 16th birthday. you don’t take the promise you made that day lightly, and while you have had one serious boyfriend in high school, you have remained abstinent. 

rafe overlooked you at first, seeing you as a sweet harmless girl, but didn’t take any real interest until you grew out of your teen years, your body developing without him realizing until he saw you at the beach one day, wearing what would be a modest swimsuit if it wasn’t for you wide hips and large breasts, threatening to spill out even with your high neckline.

rafe took a liking to you right then and there. he knows how pure you are, how you are a proud virgin and don’t partake in any of the partying or drinking like most of the people your age, even though you are over 21. it may be legal, but you always say it doesn’t feel right, and only have a bit of wine at dinner on occasions.

“hello.” rafe says as he sits down on the church pew next to you. you give him a confused look. you have never seen rafe at your church before, and you thought that he wasn’t religious, but you are never one to judge, so you wipe the confused look off your face and give him a pleasant smile instead.

“hello, rafe. it’s been a while.” “i know, haven’t really seen you since high school.” he says. 

“i don’t think we have the same interests.” you giggle. if you were more into partying, you’re sure you would see rafe a whole lot more often. 

“really?” rafe questions. “you didn’t develop a love for golf since we graduated?”

you scoff, shaking your head. rafe smiles at you, and you are surprised to find yourself liking his attention.

“how about mini golf?” he asks. “i could take you after the service. get ice cream too.”

you go to say no, not wanting to hang out with someone as wild and crazy as him, but you remember your vow to god to not judge others, and end up agreeing.

rafe smirks at you when the pastor starts his sermon and you turn your attention away from rafe. 

hes sweet throughout the whole date, respectful of your boundaries and chatting with you with seemingly real interest. he asks you when you finish all 18 holes of mini golf if you’d be willing to see him again.

you say yes, which leads to more and more dates until you’re comfortable with rafe, even going as far to officially begin courting him.

you fall head over heels, in love with the attention he gives you until you're kissing in the back seat of his truck, his hands moving all over your body.

“wait, rafe-” you pull away with a gasp. “we can't.”

rafe frowns but nods. he's been progressing the physical touch more and more, trying to get you to open up to him, but every time things start to get hot and heavy, you stop him.

he is determined to change things, especially when he realizes he's lost sight of why he became interested in you in the first place. he wants to claim you, not just court you, and he's quickly falling just as hard.

rafe convinces you to spend the night. a movie marathon and cuddle session. you tell rafe that you need a separate bed to sleep in, but he's hoping to convince you to share one with him.

rafe ignores the movie playing on the tv, his head buried in your shoulder, pressing kisses to your neck.

“rafey.” you giggle and squirm when he sucks a spot onto your neck.

“come on, baby.” rafe begs, moving to kiss your jaw. “haven't i proven how serious i am about us?” he questions, his hand resting on your thigh, pushing it closer to your core. you can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your body betraying your mind.

“just let me make you feel good. you'll love it, i promise.”

you think it over, briefly glancing at the ring on your finger, at the promise you made.

“baby.” rafe cups your hand in his, taking the ring out of your sight as he captures your mouth in a kiss.

he moves so you're laying down against his pillows, covering your body with his, hovering over top of you.

he moves one hand to under your knee, pulling it so you have to wrap it around his waist. rafe keeps kissing you, keeps you breathless and dizzy as he presses his hips into you, letting his hard length rub over your core.

you moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders.

“please.” rafe says against your lips. you blink your eyes open to meet his bright blue ones. “i love you baby.”

you melt at rafes word, giving him a nod of permission. “i love you too.” you coo.

rafe presses his lips against yours, letting you get lost in the kiss as he continues to grind into you. he can tell from the way your other leg loops around him that you like the feeling a lot.

rafe lets a hand wander underneath your top, feeling the smooth skin of your stomach before moving higher, cupping your breast over your bra.

you reach behind your back and unclip it, letting rafe continue to feel you up as you take the bra off from under your shirt, tugging it away. 

rafe grips your breast, toying with your nipple immediately, not letting you think too hard about what he's doing, needing to keep you focused on what new part he's touching.

he makes sure to give both sides of your chest equal attention. he wishes he could pull away from the kiss and rip your shirt off, wanting to see your tits bare, but you keep your arms locked around his shoulders as you kiss.

“baby, i can make you feel even better with my mouth.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your cheek.

“n… no.” you whine. “don't want you to look.” you feel enough shame as it is letting rafe defile you this way, and you certainly aren't confident enough to have him seeing you naked.

“how about i turn the tv off?” rafe offers. the light is already off in the room, and theres only a bit of moonlight peaking through the drawn curtains, the tv providing all the light in the room. you nod as he reaches for the remote, clicking the movie off.

“wait-” you realize that he's forgetting something. “you need to use a condom.” while you may be giving up your virginity to rafe, you certainly will not be letting him get you pregnant before marriage.

“yeah.” rafe fumbles in the dark through his nightstand, pulling a condom out and setting it on the bed for when he's ready.

rafe leaves your shirt on, hoping it will make you feel more comfortable as he tugs on your pajama shorts. it's a bit of a fumble in the dark, but he eventually gets them off. 

he reaches for your underwear next, feeling the frilly fabric against his fingers. rafe has to pause before taking them off to squeeze his cock through his pants, needing relief. he's finally so close to his goal, finally close to taking you, to being your first. 

“just tell me if anything hurts.” rafe says, taking two fingers and running them through your slit, feeling how wet he's made you.

“rafe!” you shout. 

“does it feel good baby?” rafe asks, pressing a finger against your entrance, needing to open you up quickly before he can't control himself and hurts you by forcing his cock inside you too soon.

“yeah, feels really good.” you moan out. rafe moves his thumb to your clit, glad he knows pussies well enough to find it easily in the dark. he let's the sudden overwhelming pleasure take over your mind as he plunges his finger in.

he can't help the groan he lets out when he feels your tightness wrap around his digit. he begins to pump his finger, his thumb continuing to massage your clit, smiling at your nonstop moans. he's sure that you've never even touched yourself before by your reaction.

rafe drops himself onto his stomach between your legs, needing to have your sweetness on his tongue. he swears you taste better as he licks around your folds, knowing that you haven't been sullied by other men.

he moves his thumb in favor of licking at your clit, pushing a second finger into your cunt as soon as he feels a bit of give.

you reach down, gripping rafes hair in your hands. you push his face further into your pussy, his fingers stretching you out when he begins to scissor them.

“can't wait to be inside you.” rafe says, his voice vibrating against your skin.

“want you now.” you tell rafe. you need more than just his fingers pumping into you, need to feel connected in the most intimate way possible. 

rafe moves quick, shucking his pajamas and underwear off. his cock is finally freed. he takes your hand in his, wrapping it around his shaft while he kneels against the bed. 

you aren't fully sure what to do to make rafe feel good, but you stroke your hand up and down, and judging from the sound rafe makes, it feels good.

rafe can feel your purity ring as you stroke him. he grabs the condom and takes it out of its wrapping, pushing your hand out of the way as he slides the rubber over his cock.

“gonna take you in this position, as long as it feels good.” rafe says, moving back between your legs. he gets a pillow and shoved it under your hips, raising them up and hopefully making it easier for you to take him.

“rafey.” you whine, hand reaching out for his. rafe loops his fingers through yours, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. rafe moves slowly, his breathing heavy and deliberate as he splits you open, his heavy cock touching places no one has ever gone before.

“does it hurt?” rafe asks once he's seated all the way inside of you. 

you whine in response, causing rafe to frown. as much as he wants to make you his, he doesn't want to put you in any sort of pain. he leans over your body, pressing his lips to your cheeks.

“im sorry baby, but you're doing so good for me.”

“just-” you gasp when you move your hips a little, making him touch a new part of you. “just give me a minute.”

“take your time.” rafe says. “i love you.” he thought he was just saying it to get you into his bed, but rafe finds himself really meaning it.

you breathe deeply for a minute before pressing your lips to rafes. “you can move now.”

rafe hums against your lips, continuing to kiss you as he begins with gentle thrusts, wanting to build you up. he finds much more patience within himself now that he's been inside of you.

you move your arms back to rafes shoulders, pressing your nails into his back, dragging them down his back when his thrusts increase in tempo.

“scratching me already? what a dirty girl.” rafe chuckles into your ear.

“shh.” you complain, brows scrunching together, not wanting to think about how dirty you are being at the moment, wanting to focus on how good rafe is making you feel rather than the fact that you're letting go of your virtue.

“my innocent little girlfriend, squeezing around my cock.” rafe continues to tease you.

“it feels so good.” you say, as if it's some sort of excuse as to why your cunt is repeatedly pulsing around his dick.

“i know it does baby. your pussy feels so good too. so tight for me, my little virgin.” rafe presses his lips against yours in a kiss. “although i guess you're not a virgin anymore.”

you cry out when rafe presses his thumb back to your clit, whatever response you had brewing cut off as he begins to thrust with earnest now, able to slide in much easier than when he first got inside of you.

“gonna cum for me?” rafe questions. he can tell from the way your body has gone tight that you must be close.

“i-i think so.” you whine, feeling a rush of wetness flood to your pussy, rafes thumb pushing your clit perfectly as your orgasm rushes over your body, a loud moan forcing its way out of your mouth, your entire body shaking with the force. 

your cunt is squeezing so tightly rafe almost can't thrust his cock back into you, but he manages to force himself through your walls to release into the condom deep into you, your pussy milking him. you would surely be bred if it wasn't for the thin layer of rubber.

rafe pulls his cock out slowly as you breathe deeply underneath him, coming down from the ecstacy that he just brought you to.

rafe moves to pull his condom off, discarding it in the trash.

“can we put our pajamas back on to sleep?” you ask as rafe begins to get back into bed. he can't help but smile at you, still so shy even after he had his mouth buried between your legs.

“of course.” rafe gives you your underwear and shorts back, eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, but still not able to make out many details as he redresses himself, but leaves his shirt off.

rafe slides into bed next to you, pulling you in close. you fall asleep almost instantly, which rafe is glad about, not giving you a moment to regret what just happened on a tired brain.

rafe hears your breathing change and grabs your hand, sliding your silver purity ring off your finger. it's his now.

you don't overthink the act when you wake up in the morning, especially when rafe sinks to his stomach and eats you out in the morning light until you cum on his tongue.

you even go as far to thank him for showing you how good sex can be for a couple. you are certain rafe will become your husband, and you suppose you are just starting your martial acts early. 

you are walking with rafe through a crowded restaurant the next day. he's treating you to a nice dinner when you realize he has a silver chain hanging off his neck.

you furrow your brow, tugging it out from underneath his shirt, gasping when you realize that your purity ring is hanging around his neck.

“well, it's not like you could keep wearing it.” rafe smirks, leaving the ring out for everyone to see.

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hi bae :D just wanted to send u this rec if u have time to write it

fluff, suggestive, maybe a bit of smut if you want to add ;)

ethan and y/n are at the restaurant being all cute and lovey dovey

hand holding, arm brushing and of course y/n can't help herself but to kiss her boyfriend

"okay let's pay and go home ethan"

"y/n w-wait" he said, cheeks flushed

"what's wrong with you you finished ur plate 15mins ago"

he then pointed at his crotch, ears getting red, the boy got a little bit too excited after she kissed him

y/n laughs bc hes so cute when embarrassed

based off this tiktok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJWKdFce/

coming undone — ethan landry

word count: 1,366

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: anniversary dinner turns hot when ethan gets aroused by a kiss.

warnings: smut. public teasing. public handjob under a table. p in v. blowjob. release denial. unprotected sex (don't do that, please). elevator sex. that's it, i think??

author's note: i'm back!!! i'm so sorry i disappeared, between studying for finals and the excitement for the eras tour shows on the weekend, i couldn't get myself to write. i promise this week i'll post more! <3

USUALLY, ETHAN AND Y/N PREFERED TO HAVE DINNER DATES within the commodities of their house, but because it was their one year anniversary, they decided to go to a restaurant.

"I missed you today." Y/N said intertwining their hands that were resting on the table. They were sitting on the same side of the booth, and they had just finished eating.

"Me too, love. I hate the days we don't share classes."

Y/N grabbed the side of his face and pulled him close enough so their lips could meet. It wasn't a heated kiss, quite the opposite, but Ethan couldn't resist her. She drove him crazy even with the slight brush of their arms. And he had been wanting her all day long, hence why he got a little bit too excited by that kiss.

"I love you, happy anniversary, babe" she said when they broke the kiss.

"I love you, too." he smiled softly. "Happy anniversary."

"Let's pay and go home." Y/N suggested, attempting to stand up.

"Y/N/N, w-wait." he said, cheeks flushing a deep red. Shaky hands grabbed hers to stop her from leaving the seat. “Not yet.”

“What’s wrong? You finished your plate like fifteen minutes ago.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.

Ethan bit his lip nervously, ears turning red, as he pointed to his crotch. Y/N looked down and swallowed a chuckle. “Don’t laugh. I couldn’t help it, I’ve been needing you all day.”

“I’m sorry, you are just so cute when you’re embarrassed.” she said, playing with the collar of his shirt. Then, an idea crossed her mind and bit back a smirk as she set the plan in motion.

Y/N’s hand disappears under the table, her fingertips slowly running down Ethan’s thigh. His breath hitched as she pressed the palm against his hard-on. “What are you doing?” his eyes scanned the room to see if anyone could tell what his girlfriend was doing to him.

“What do you mean?” she smirked, shrugging innocently.

“Love…” he warned her, but at the same time he sounded like he was asking her for more. “We could get caught.”

“We are in an isolated corner. Besides, no one is paying us attention.” Y/N said before undoing his belt. Her hand sneaked inside his pants and boxer and it made contact with his throbbing dick. A whimper escaped his mouth, glossy eyes begging her to continue. “You have to keep quiet, tho, baby. Can you do that for me? So I can make you feel good?”

“Yes, please.” he whispered in a broken voice.

“So, so responsive, baby.” she said against his ear as she started stroking his length, pre-cum soaking her fingers. “Is this really because of me?”

“Only you. Always you.” he muttered, hiding his flushed face on her neck. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” and that’s when her hand stopped moving, and seconds later her fingers were zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. “W-hy did you stop?”

Y/N smiled at his frustrated tone. “Sorry, love, but no one gets to see you come but me. And I want to hear you moan my name loudly when that happens.”

“Can we go now?” Ethan begged.

FIFTEEN TORTUROUS MINUTES LATER, THE HORNY COUPLE ENTERED THE ELEVATOR OF THEIR BUILDING. Ethan didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close before he was cornering his girlfriend against the wall and devouring her mouth. It didn’t take long for his dick to harden again, and he made sure she could feel how much he needed her.

“This is what you do to me.” he growled against her neck, sucking the spot above her collarbone. “Why do you have to torture me like that?”

“I didn’t mean to torture you, I was just giving you a preview of our night. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” she said before switching positions, his back hitting the large mirror.

“How?” he panted.

She looked up, grinning like a devil, and slowly kneeled in front of the boy, never taking her mischievous eyes off his. “Wasn’t fucking inside an elevator one of your fantasies?” she asked, and he nodded eagerly. “Well, I would be a terrible girlfriend if I didn’t make that happen.”

Ethan’s eyes were clouded with lust, his body growing warm in anticipation. He extended his fingers, pressing the 'stop' button of the elevator. “Go on” he tapped her cheek. “I want that pretty shade of red smeared all over my cock.”

Her thighs clenched, looking for some sort of friction. It was unbelievable the way he could make her so wet with just one sentence. He had a power over her, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She would do anything he asked her to.

Y/N unzipped his dress pants for the second time that night, this time letting it fall to his feet alongside his boxers. The red angry head of his cock leaking pre-cum was right in front of her face, and she didn’t hesitate to clean it with a swirl of her tongue.

Ethan clenched his teeth “Jesus christ, I’m not going to last. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” she assured him. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you’re going to have to beg me to stop.”

“Promises, promises.”

Y/N arched an eyebrow, taking it as a personal challenge. Next thing Ethan knew, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of her throat, her nose brushing against his pelvis. The boy forced his eyes open and the sight drove him closer to the edge—his girlfriend's glossy eyes looking up at him as she stoked and sucked at the same time.

"So fucking beautiful. You love having my dick on your mouth, don't you?" he asked in a raspy voice, grabbing her hair as he moved his hips, fucking her throat. "Fuck, I'm about to come."

And that’s when Y/N took his length out of her mouth. Ethan was about to protest, frustrated for being denied of a release for the second time, but she pressed her lips against. “I want you to come inside me.”

Ethan’s eyes turned even darker, and he didn’t waste a second to pick her up and set her on the metal railing. Sneaking his hand under the dress, he pulled her panties to the side and dragged his finger up and down her slit. “So wet for me. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please. I need you.”

No matter how many times they had had sex, the burning feeling of his length stretching her walls was always there. “Are you going to let our neighbors know how well I fuck you?”

Y/N shouldn’t be so turned on at the thought of other people hearing the way she screamed Ethan’s name, but she was. “You fill me up so good, Ethan.”

“So tight and warm, baby.” he panted, quickening his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin filled the small elevator, and it only made the scene even more erotic. "You are making a mess on my cock, love. So wet. And all mine."

“Only yours.” she threw her head back, eyes shut in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so fucking deep. I can feel every inch.”

“And you’re taking it so well. My good girl.” his fingers were gripping her ass so tight that it was going to leave marks. "I'm coming." Y/N quickly pressed the heel of her feet against his ass, pulling him even closer, and Ethan came undone. “Shit, that was the hottest thing ever.”

“It was.” she nodded in agreement, trying to catch her breath. “But we’re going to get caught, so we better go.”

“Wait, you didn’t come.” Ethan said embarrassed. Usually, his priority was always her. He wouldn’t let himself come until she did, but she had been teasing him all night and he was so clouded by lust that he couldn't thing of anything but the urge to release the bottled up tension.

“It’s okay, love. Today was about you.” she reassured him.

Ethan shook his head. “It’s our anniversary, so get your cute little ass to our apartment, I’m going to eat you out until your legs can’t function anymore.”

You Belong with me Masterlist

Below you will find the links to each part of the story that I have published so far 💙🏈📖

Shoutout to @whoopsyeahokay for telling me how to create a Masterlist with all the links ☺️

I wrote this in part 1 but I wanted to include it here as well. This story is Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N. It contains swearing and eventual smut which I will write at the top of the chapter so you are aware.

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