Stepbro!rafe Getting The Reader Pregnant And She Tells The Family It’s A Random Tourons Baby But Race

clingy

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, clingy reader, unprotected sex, semi public sex, caught

“where are you going rafey?” you pout, grabbing onto his hand as he gets up from the couch you were chilling on.

“shh, it’s okay baby.” rafe laughs gently as you stand up to follow him. “i’m just going to the bathroom.”

“can i come with you?” you ask, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. you really don’t want to be alone at this party.

“of course, honey.” rafe wraps his arm around your shoulders, leading you through the crowd. “can’t be away from me for even a minute?”

“nope.” you shake your head no. “need you always.”

rafe opens the door to the bathroom, checking there’s no one doing lines or fucking in the bathtub before leading you in. “i know, baby, i need you always too.” he picks you up so you can sit on the sink counter, giving you a deep kiss.

you pull your knees up to your chest, leaning your head against the mirror as rafe pees, not shy in the slightest with you watching him, used to having you near at all times.

“it doesn’t bother you?” you ask rafe as he zips his pants back up.

“what doesn’t bother me?” rafe asks as you scooch over so he can wash his hands without getting any droplets of water on your dress.

“that i’m so clingy.” you pout.

rafe lets out a laugh. “clingy? baby, if anything i want you around me more. you will never be too clingy.” rafe dries his hands before grabbing your waist, pulling you to the edge and giving the tip of your nose a kiss.

“you sure?” you ask, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“of course i’m sure. i love you, pumpkin.” 

“i love you too, daddy.” you whisper, leaning forward and burying your head in his neck, feeling shy. “i want you.”

“of course you do.” rafe’s hands glide down your back to your ass. “you always want me, huh? always need your rafey?” “mhm.” you lower your hands to his pants, rubbing over his cock.

“we’ll have to be quick.” rafe says, “and quiet.”

“do we reaaally?” you giggle, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out.

“yes, silly baby.” rafe rolls his eyes. “we are at a party.”

“everyone hooks up at parties!” you exclaim, fisting your hand around his cock and jerking it, wanting him to get hard quickly so you can feel him inside of you.

“don’t use that tone with me.” rafe warns, pushing your already high cut dress up, looking down to see you don’t have underwear on. you let go of his cock, knowing you’ll need to hold on the counter to brace yourself for whats coming next.

“my little slut.” rafe shakes his head. “did you know this would happen?” he presses a finger against your entrance, “did you plan this when you asked to come to the bathroom with me?” he shoves it inside, immediately pulling out and pushing in again, starting to thrust.

“i didn’t plan it,” you gasp out and squeeze your eyes shut as rafe quirks his finger to press against your sweet spot, “i wanted it though.”

rafe chuckles, adding another finger in, needing to open you up quickly and get his cock inside of you. rafe rubs his thumb over your clit, giving you a kiss to silent your moans.

“fuck me, daddy.” you pull away from the kiss, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your entrance.

“i don’t have a condom.” rafe says, looking around the bathroom like he could find one in here.

“i wouldn’t want you to use it anyways.” you say, “need your cum in me.”

“yeah?” rafe laughs, grabbing your ass and sliding you to the edge of the counter, pushing his cock inside of you.

you let out a quiet moan, a shiver moving through your body. rafe begins to thrust his hips forward, keeping you from falling backwards with his hands gripping your ass.

“feels so good.” you whine, gripping the counter with one hand and wrapping your free arm around rafe’s shoulders.

“this close enough for you now?” rafe asks with a laugh.

you nod, nuzzling your nose into his neck. you’ve been craving rafe all day and this really is exactly what you needed. 

rafe moves quicker than normal, chasing your lips to kiss you. there’s a sudden knock on the door, making you jump and clench your cunt around rafe, but he forces his movements anyways.

“occupied!” rafe shouts back.

“are you fucking in there?” the man shouts back, but you can hear his footsteps move down the hall.

“told you to be quiet.” rafe says, angling his hips so he hits the spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back in your head.

“can’t help it that you’re so big, daddy.” you say, unbuttoning a few of the buttons of his shirt, grabbing his collar and pulling him into a heavy kiss. 

“don’t wrinkle the shirt.” rafe says quickly, but then rejoins the kiss. 

you roll your eyes, but rafe doesn’t miss it, giving you a particularly hard thrust and then grinding his hips, making you wince as the pleasure is almost overwhelming.

“rub your pretty pussy for me.” rafe says, and you quickly drop a hand to your clit, using two fingers to rub in time with rafes thrusts.

“you’re going to cum for me.” rafe demands, knowing he can’t last much longer himself.

“yes, daddy.” you nod, rubbing faster, feeling rafes cock pulse inside of you.

rafe presses your lips together to cover your moans somewhat as your orgasm overtakes your body. feeling your cunt pulse around him, rafe spills inside of you.

“fuck, you feel so fucking good.” rafe says, giving you a couple final thrusts as he your cunt milks him.

“i love you.” you coo, a tear escaping your eye as you feel yourself shake, knowing rafe needs a couple finishing thrusts, but you’re so overly sensitive from your orgasm.

“i love you too.” rafe kisses you. “so good for me honey.” he pulls out slowly, letting his cum spill out onto the counter. you cringe at knowing this is someone elses sink, so as rafe fixes his clothing, you hop off the counter and clean it up quickly.

“now you’re leaking out of me and i don’t have panties.” you pout.

rafe chuckles, knowing that this is exactly what you wanted. “i guess we will just have to go home then.”

hiii, could i request reader pranking rafe/drew? Maybe telling rafe/drew that she got waxed by a guy or pretending to be on a call with a friend and telling her friend ways to cheat? It’s up to you, thank you soooo much!!

possessive!rafe(?), illusions to sex

“babe, im home!” you announced entering the house, the door swinging shut as you kicked off your shoes.

you made your way into the kitchen where your boyfriend was preparing lunch, his eyes falling on you with a smile.

“how was it?” he asked, wiping his hands on a towel before coming over to wrap his arms around your waist, bending down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

“good! it didn’t hurt as much this time,” you responded, watching as he hummed before turning back to finish his lunch, a small smirk making its way on your face.

“he was really nice as well, gave me a discount-”

“pause-” rafe cut off, whipping his head around with wide eyes, almost as if he didn’t hear you the first time.

“he?”

you pretended to act confused, slowly nodding as you shrugged your shoulders, “it was this new guy, but he did a good job.”

“y/n what the fuck- slow down-” he said, bringing his hand up to run through his hair before he let out a huff, “you let a guy wax you?”

“mhm,” you nodded, “what’s the big deal?”

his jaw dropped, completely flabbergasted at the way you were responding to all of this.

“he waxed your vagina!”

you nodded once again, keeping up the act of pretending to be confused as he stalked closer.

“you let another guy look at what’s mine?” he asked, voice low and breathing slow as he brought his hand up to hold the side of your face.

you could genuinely see the hurt in his eyes, deciding to stop the prank as you let out a small giggle, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“im just joking rafey,” you laughed, taking his free hand and holding it up to your lips to give his knuckles a kiss, “i had a girl do it, like it’s always been.”

“god woman,” he groaned, stepping away from you to run his hands over his face as you couldn’t help but giggled.

“you’re in for it now,” he said before taking you by the waist and hurling you over his shoulder, a squeal leaving your lips as he took you upstairs.

let’s just say, lunch was forgotten about.

Hear me out-

What if y/n was model and rafe was a obsessed fan, to the point rafe comes in break into her house and takes what he wants. Breeding kink? Yes please on the table.

loved this idea!!! 1.4k words and still so much to say…yall know i get carried away with stalker!rafe 😖 (tw NONCON + mentions of r*pe, stalking, breaking and entering, breeding kink, use of knife as a weapon, model!reader, dark!stalker!rafe aka my fave)

you’d graciously given your house staff the night off for new year’s, opting to stay in by yourself, a change of pace for you this year. being a model kept you on the go constantly, and although it almost felt sinful to refrain from going out and making a hundred posts for your instagram followers, you wanted to go for a more chill vibe this time around.

surpisingly, you made it to midnight, watching the ball drop before retiring to your bed almost immediately after. sleep found you quickly, and you were completely knocked out when rafe finally managed to make his way into your room through an open window.

he stood at the foot of your bed now, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you sleeping so peacefully underneath the blanket. he wondered what you were wearing underneath, if anything at all.

desperate for an answer, he couldn’t stop himself from hooking his fingers around the duvet, peeling the fabric back from your limp frame to reveal a silk pajama set. the cheetah print material left hardly anything to the imagination, barely stretching past your ass and hanging so low on your chest, your tits were almost completely out.

rafe had to bring a palm down to his pants, adjusting his growing erection as it twitched behind the fabric of his boxers. your lips were parted slightly, chest rising and falling slowly, and it was clear you weren’t much of a light sleeper when your body failed to move, even after the entirety of the cover was removed.

rafe’s tongue darted out to lick his lips at the same time his hand moved towards your face, the back of his knuckles grazing the soft skin of your cheek ever so slightly. your face twitched at the feeling, and you stirred slightly, but rafe wasn’t the least bit concerned.

he wanted you to wake up. he wasn’t worried about what would happen when you did; he already took note of the absence of your staff tonight, and he knew you’d be no match against him, especially fresh out of a slumber.

just the thought of you waking up and failing to fend him off had him growing impossibly harder in his pants, until rafe saw no choice but to free his erection. it sprang to life with a slap against his hard stomach, and rafe was quick to spit in his hand and subdue his length, which he pumped gingerly as he stood before you, a close distance he’d only ever dreamed of seeing you at before.

when your eyes finally did flutter open, you couldn’t understand what was breaking up the darkness in your room. it took you a few moments to blink away your sleepiness, eyes focusing in on a dark figure looming over your bed.

you’d planned to recycle the sharp breath you’d drawn in into a scream, but a sticky hand slapped over your mouth, quickly detouring that idea. a saltiness coated your lips and in turn your tongue too, and you instantly gagged around the hand at the sensation. your attempts to push yourself up off of your mattress only proved to be futile as the stranger climbed on top of you, quick to sink all of his weight down onto your body.

it didn’t take much force at all to mount your weak frame down, but rafe pulled out all the stops anyway, exerting all of his strength down onto you, pinning your body further into the bed.

your cries were muffled beneath the large foreign hand, and your screams made it no further either. you shook your head, tearful eyes pleading with the stranger, hoping to pull some sort of empathy from him, to convince him he didn’t have to do what your mind knew he’d come here for. why else would someone break into your home, jerk themselves off to your sleeping body and then force themselves on you when you woke up if they didn’t plan on raping you? you mentally cursed yourself for being so courteous to your staff, wishing you’d kept at least one around for the night.

rafe translated the look in your eyes to that of fear, and the sight had his own blue orbs rolling back in his head. he tightened his hold on you, hand clamping down harder on your mouth while the other pressed against your chest, moving to fondle your breasts through your silk top. ‘just relax, m’not gonna hurt you…’

his words didn’t relax you at all. in fact, rafe could feel you tensing up even more beneath his harsh hold. ‘…but if you try to fight me, i might not be able to help myself.’ hungry blue eyes raked over your frame as you shook beneath him, your attempts to lift your hips up only heightened rafe’s arousal, giving his hard on the friction it was searching for.

your fight was weak, but you didn’t let up. it was clear you were no match against the taller, stronger man, yet you still scratched and shoved at him as he continued trying to subdue you beneath him. when he’s finally had enough, rafe delivers a swift slap to your face. you’d never felt a pain so sharp and stinging before. your head whips to the side, and you’re disoriented long enough for rafe to easily brandish a knife from the pocket of his cargo shorts that had pooled at his knees.

the cool blade against your neck has your breath hitching in your throat, and rafe chuckles in satisfaction. ‘there we go,’ he drawls out tauntingly, ‘there she is,’ referring to the way your body stilled beneath him, frozen in terror as the threat of the knife cutting into your skin lingered over you.

‘good girl. now let me see these pretty tits,’ rafe eagerly grips you by your pajama top now, slicing the blade down through the silk material. it splits with ease, drooping down either side of your chest to reveal your perky tits, which instantly hardened as the draft from the open window hit you.

rafe wastes no time plucking at them, twisting and kneading the rounds of flesh all while your tears keep flowing, sliding down around his hand. he’s too satisfied with the state he’s got you in to be concerned with your crying.

when you feel the stranger’s hand dip down into your pajama pants, your struggle reinsues. you attempt to scream out again, but the man moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, and the other one joins right after, holding the blade just under your chin.

instantly, you’re robbed of any and all air, the intruder showing no mercy as he chokes you out. you’re gasping and clawing at his skin, eyes forced to stare up at the terrifying sight above you. every vein in the man’s head seemed to protrude out as he gritted his teeth, lips curled inward as he forced all of his strength into the hand around your neck.

his words were fleeting as a loud ringing took over your ears, stars beginning to cloud your vision. ‘be a lot better f’you if you’d just lay there and listen to me, hmm? don’t wanna have to hurt you, pretty girl. can’t model with bruises all around your little neck. be a good girl and i might let you live after this…’

even though you’d seen enough movies and listened to enough true crime podcasts to know the likelihood of escaping with your life after this was slim, the man’s last comment gave you the tiniest sliver of hope, one that you snatched and ran with. it prompted you to force your muscles to untense under the man, trying your hardest to relax in hopes of making the inevitable a bit less painful for yourself.

the relief you felt when your neck was released was short lived, only able to draw in a few erratic breaths before the man forced himself into you in one harsh thrust, determined to use you for his own pleasure, fulfilling his sick fantasies with the blade pressed to your neck the entire time, no mind paid to the cost you were forced to pay for him to do so.

though you tried your best to dissasociate during the assault, you’re sure at one point you feel the man finish inside of you, though you can’t be sure as his stamina never lets up; he just continues forcing himself in and out of your tight cunt long after your own body betrays you, walls clenching around the stranger despite your better wishes.

{ send your dark!rafe ideas and don’t hold back!!! }

Rejection

Warnings: unprotected public sexy time

My chest heaves as I fight to calm myself, my fingers tight on the sinks ledge as I stare at my tear streaked face. Goddamn him. He’s nothing. A nobody. Not worth my fucking time. But that doesn’t lessen the sting of his rejection or seeing him with someone else. If it’s a show just to make me jealous then it’s working. I hate him for making me like this.

I could have anyone on this island but my body craves the one who doesn’t do relationships. The one who refuses to be tied down or commit. I could live with keeping whatever we are in private if he’d just agree not to see anyone else. The thing is.. I don’t trust him even if he did promise.

The bathroom door flies open, slapping the wall and making me jump out of my skin as I spin around. I’m too shocked to move as I watch JJ shove the door closed and lock it. When he faces me again, chills run down my spine and my toes practically curl. He’s looking at me like he wants to eat me alive.

“You’re a real piece of work.” JJ bites out, his hands balled into fists at his side and his blue eyes sparkling with anger.

“It’s your own fault.” I snap, hating how good he looks even in the dim light. The way his hair hangs in his eyes makes him look even more dangerous.

“My fault, huh? Fine.” He shoves off the wall, advancing on me in the small space as I quickly look for a place to run but it’s no use. He reaches for me but I slap his hands away.

“Let this be my fault too.” He snags the front of my top in his fist and yanks me against his broad chest.

“Don’t you dare..” I hiss, my back meeting the wall as he presses his erection into me.

“Or what?” His answering growl lights my blood on fire. I don’t get to respond because his mouth suddenly smashes against mine, his free hand in my hair to hold me in place. Every thought leaves my body while he kisses me in a way I’d never been kissed before. I’m practically melting. His tongue dives into my mouth and my knees nearly give out. I fist his shirt, needing to get even closer to him while also never letting him stop.

“Goddamn, let me in.” JJ groans, his kisses becoming even more urgent and wet. I can hardly keep up. I bite his tongue and he sucks mine into his mouth. I dig my nails into his chest and he squeezes my breast. His hands are everywhere and still not enough.

“Why are you doing this to me?” It slips out on a sob and I can’t help it. I hate the way he drives me so damn crazy all the time but he doesn’t seem bothered as his hands cup my ass.

“I need to know what you feel like.” JJ murmurs, making me moan as his lips move to my neck and he unbuttons my shorts, butterflies erupting inside me.

“I’m not having our first time in a public restroom.” I breathe, even as I let him turn me to face the mirror and watch as he tugs my shorts and panties down my thighs.

“I’m done waiting.” I feel the heat of his cock between my legs as he presses his front to my back. I lift up on my toes as he guides himself to my entrance, my body buzzing with need. For once I just didn’t want to think. I just wanted to feel.

“Please, JJ. We need to be quick.” I plead, feeling the smear of his precum between my thighs. The head finally slips inside and we both suck in a breath.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry.” JJ fists the back of my shirt, holding my gaze in the mirror as he pushes the rest of the way in. I cry out just as his hand slaps over my mouth, the burn and stretch of his cock was almost too much. No wonder he was so arrogant. His cock was massive.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Don’t want half the town getting the wrong idea about us. We hate each other, remember?” He winks at me in the mirror and I resist biting one of his fingers.

When he starts to move, grunting and groaning in my ear as his harsh pace increases, I know I’m done for.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑻𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 . . . ethan had been crushing on you ever since he saw you. but he has yet to find out who you truly are. 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.

warnings : blood, smut with little plot, knife play, bondage, orgasm denial, somnophilia, p in v sex, small amount of violence. please tell me if I missed anything!

Ethan was completely infatuated with you. There was just no other way to put it. Ever since he saw you, you were all he could think about. You were one of the survivors of the 2022 Woodsboro Massacre. But unfortunately, you got a lot of backlash. Your sister, Amber Freeman was the 8th revealed Ghostface killer. Everyone thought that you would end up just like her. But the thing is, those accusations were correct. You were angered at the fact that you had to loose your beloved sister. The two of you were so close. Luckily, you could keep the sweetheart act on. You stayed calm and polite towards everyone. That was something Ethan loved about you. But then again, he would still be drooling over you even if you weren’t.

It was around two in the morning, everyone was asleep by now. You had your mask on, and the black robe. You made sure your boots made barely any noise against the floor. You scanned through the windows, looking for something to signal you that you were looking into Ethan’s room.. You knew you would find it, because he always left his window opened. “What an idiot,”you thought. But you liked it, you liked how much he would defend you. Anytime anyone would accuse you of possibly becoming a killer just as your sister did, he immediately shut it down. “Guys seriously, it’s not her. She was with me the entire night! And besides, she would never do something like that!” Poor thing. He may have been smart in academics, but in real life situations..he was completely clueless. What would he do without you protecting him? You finally found his window, of course the curtains were open. You grinned at that. You slowly crawled up the ladder that was placed there. You had your knife in hand, opening the window slowly and sliding it back down once you were in.

You were immediately met with Ethan’s sleeping form. He looked so cute, so relaxed. His hair was all in his face, his shirt slightly lifted from him shifting in his sleep. You had to hold in a moan from the sight of his chest. You slowly walked towards the bed, staring and over him. How could he not feel you there? Was he that deep into sleep? Or was he just that clueless? You didn’t care which. But you needed him to be awake. So you placed your knee on the bed, hovering over him before getting close to his face. Your hand grazed over his lips, making his eyes flutter open. He looked like he was about to scream, so you covered his mouth. “Shhh, you gotta keep quiet baby. If you make any noise I won’t hesitate to slash this knife here on that pretty neck of yours, is that clear?” He looked so frightened, so fragile. You could even some tears welling up in his eyes while he nodded. You slowly took your hand away.

“Are you going to kill me.?” He asked, his voice cracking between words. You shook your head. “No no no honey, of course not. That is if you can listen, you can listen right? It’s simple enough.” He nodded again, he shouldn’t be turned on so much right now by how you were talking to him. Like he was stupid, like he couldn’t think for himself. “Good boy.” You nodded back at him.

You began to crawl over to him, gripping his chin. You decided to show your face a little early. You slid the mask off your face by the sorrowful looking mouth. He couldn’t believe it, he was so stunned he couldn’t even speak. “Y/N? what? What are you doing? You’re..you’re Ghostface?” His voice cracked again, he was such in a state of shock. “Surprised, baby? God you’re so stupid, you looked so pathetic defending me all this time. But it’s okay, I like it.” You grinned wider, pinning him to the bed. He panted heavily, staring at you with mixed feelings. Was he afraid? Was he upset? Was he turned on? Maybe all three. He hated how much his cock was throbbing in his shorts. He hated how much he wanted you right now. Ethan accidentally bucked his hips up into you, making you gasp. “Oh? Well would you look at that, you like this. Gosh, I knew you were a little freak.” He whined at your words, trying so hard not to let his aching cock control his actions.

“Now what am I gonna do with you?” You asked mockingly. His expression turned to fear in seconds, making you laugh. “I’m just joking, baby. You know I’d never kill you, right?” You asked in a baby voice that made his hips buck up again.

You held his hips down to the bed with your legs. He bit his lip, desperately trying to move again. “Ah ah ah, don’t do that. Be a good boy and don’t move again, okay?” His breath hitched and he nodded slowly. “You’re so hard already, and I didn’t even touch you yet. What a man whore.” He sighed, throwing his head back into the pillow. You slid your hand into his pants, pressing your palm against his crotch. He moaned the second he felt your hand. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?” You asked, he frantically nodded. “Please, touch me..” You tilted your head off to the side. “You gotta beg more than that, sweet thing.” He whined just by hearing your voice ringing through his head. All those times that he gripped his cock for you, covering up his moans so his roommate wouldn’t hear him. Any picture he had of you, he would get hard just by looking at it. And now he’s getting what he wanted, just not exactly how he expected it. “Please I-I’ll be so good.. just please touch me!” He pouted at you, making you grin in satisfaction. “There you go.” Your hand gripped his aching cock in his pants, making him gasp. You pulled the waist band of his shorts down, along with his boxers.

He hissed at the cold air hitting his already leaking tip. You hummed, running your thumb gingerly over his tip with your glove. He twitched with anticipation, gripping the sheets tightly. “I wanna see you, please..” You raised an eyebrow and grinned down at him before sliding the black rob off of your body. You unbuttoned your shirt and threw it off to the side. He bit his lip and groaned. “S-So pretty..” You giggled at his words. You decided to take a step further, letting your hands slide behind your back and unclip your bra.

Your bra fell to the side, causing Ethan to blush furiously. He felt like he should’ve looked away, but he knew he didn’t have to and he absolutely didn’t want to either. “C-Can I touch you?” He bit his lip and looked up at you, waiting for to respond. You nodded and leaned in, holding onto the headboard. Ethan let his hands go up to cup your breasts. You sighed the second he did, his cock twitching in response. He continued to fondle with your breasts, your nipples falling between his fingertips every few times. “Please fuck me, I need it so bad.” He whined, trying to buck his hips into you again. You groaned, gripping the headboard tighter. “So needy..” You beam, taking off your gloves before undoing your jeans.

You hastily slid them down your legs. You sat on top of him, now only in your black lacy panties. He couldn’t stop staring at you, he was so close to just turning you over and having his way with you. But at the same time, he wanted you to have control over him. He wanted you to be the one that made him cry and yell in pleasure. He whimpered, placing his hands on your hips before you smacked them away. “No no no, can’t touch me yet, baby.” He whined while his leg bounced up and down in desperation. “Beg for it, I wanna hear you.” Ethan huffed at your words, slowly nodding. “Please please please fuck me, I need it so bad. I-I need to be inside you. It really hurts.” You hummed, feeling your arousal grow between your legs. You sighed and slid your underwear off, leaving them to the side. Ethan turned his head over slightly and made a mental note to make sure you wouldn’t be getting those back.

You grabbed his sore dick, lining it up at your entrance. Ethan threw his head back once more, trying so hard not to grab your hips. You raised your body before sitting back down fully. You gasped and moaned as you felt him inside of you. “Oh fuck! You’re so fucking big..” Your eyes fluttered shut as you began to bounce up and down at a slow pace. He twitched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He had never ever felt this kind of pleasure before. But it was amazing. “Shit, oh god! You’re so tight!” He yelled, jerking his hips up into you to match your rhythm. You were stuck between bouncing and grinding your hips until his hands met your body again. You groaned in fake annoyance, grabbing his wrists and putting his hands over his head. You looked around before grabbing your shirt and tying them to the headboard. Your hands left his wrists to touch around his chest. He sighed and moaned just at the feeling of your hands.

He always dreamed of just being touched by you. It didn’t matter in what way. You could’ve hugged him, held his hand, or even just brush your fingers against his. But this was a whole other way he would have never expected for you to touch him. God, he loved you so much. Ethan suddenly felt his dick twitch inside of you. “I-I’m going to-” You shook your head and lifted your hips again, he winced in response. “B-But I was about to cum..why did you do that?” He looked up at you with the most adorable eyes. You almost felt like letting him finish, but oh how much you wanted to see him cry and beg. “No, you can’t cum yet. Not until I say so.” You sat back down on him and began to bounce again. “You can hold it in, right? You’re a good boy for me?” His lips parted as he stared at your cunt and nodded. “Yes, I’m your good boy.”

You giggled and grabbed the knife that you had left on his bedside. His eyes widened and his cock twitched again. He felt fear, but at the same time he felt more pre-cum leak out. “What are you gonna do with that?” He asked in a quiet tone, his gaze not leaving you once. “Shh, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” You placed the knife to his collar bone which made him gasp. “Don’t worry, all you have to do is not move.” He whimpered and whined more, his eyes becoming watery. “Please please please I’m so close! Please let me cum!” He cried out, his pretty eyelashes getting wet. You groaned at the sight. “Soon, baby.”

He was now full on sobbing after just a few minutes. You felt your knot began to tighten in your stomach soon after. “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! Please mommy!” He cried out, now thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. He couldn’t stay still so he already had small leaking red cuts over his jaw and shoulders. You huffed and moaned, leaning down. Your lips pressed against his for the first time tonight. He moaned into your lips before you pulled away. “Cum. Cum for me then.” You whispered into his ear. Your hot breath tickling him. He gasped and screamed loudly, shooting a heavy load into your tight cunt. His gaze felt dizzy and his lips stayed parted. You slapped him across his cheek to keep him awake. “Wake up.” He yelped, looking up at you with red eyes. “Do you want me to stay? Or do you want me to leave?” You asked, to which he immediately shook his head. “No, please stay..please.” His hair was stuck his forehead, sweat beaming from his body and cheeks. You smiled and pressed a kiss to his ear. “Thank you, thank you..that was amazing.” He choked out, still trying to regain his composure but it felt impossible at the moment.

“You’re welcome, baby. Now get some sleep.”

The second those words left your mouth, his eyes closed shut and he sighed. The only think he could think about was how you fucked him until he was screaming and crying in ecstasy. Not that he just learned you were a serial killer. . .

Jesus that was long 💀 hoped you liked it though!!

Alright @blueicequeen19 here's my take

Exhibitionism

Sub!JJ Maybank x dom!fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Team Player

Based on this request: “Zombies req!!!! Zed x bruh girl reader where she just transferred and is human, on the football team friends w tension to lovers?”

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous in your entire life. Your heart is racing, your palms sweaty, everything. One task lies before you, one impossible task that you’ve been dreaming about since you moved to Seabrook in the first place. Football team tryouts await. 

It’s not like you’re a stranger to football- you played on your team back home, and were pretty good at it. This, though, is different: it’s the middle of the season, and for the Seabrook team, tryouts have already ended. No one here thinks the football team needs another player. You’re here to prove them wrong. 

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just a taste 𐙚₊˚⊹♡

babydaddy!jj + babymama!reader

warnings: nipple play, lactation, mention of pregnancy

word count: 514

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 :)

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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"

a little less lonely — jj maybank x reader

part 2 can be found here

☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, adultery mentioned, rebounding, one-sided feelings, explicit sexual content under the cut: unprotected sex, creampie, tit play, overstimulation, squirting — angst, smut

˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: what better way is there to heal a broken heart than over-complicating things with just a few glasses of wine to start things off?

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things had never been so complicated. under any normal circumstances, people found themselves drawn in by the beauty of the carolina coast. so eager to strip themselves of their everyday stress, all they seeked was a temporary sense of peace—an artificial promise that everything would be alright. maybe not right then and there, because all those problems found a way out the minute sunny, warm skies and salty waves came into the picture. the people were friendly, despite the tension. the food was great, as was the company. there was no better example of the perfect place.

however, bad luck had a way of clinging to those who found themselves with no way out, not even on earth's paradise.

you were never able to figure out where it all went wrong with john b. no matter how many hours you spent thinking about it, let alone distracting yourself from it, you failed to point out where exactly the bridge began to shake. the possibilities were endless. did it have anything to do with sarah's sudden presence amongst the group itself? did it have anything to do with growing tensions between him and rafe? he could've been drained, you could've just grown apart. in the end, he offered no explanation when he chose to end things with you. it was a swift, clean cut.

to be frank, you were feeling quite zen with the entire situation. despite having spent two full years with him, it truly didn't affect you as much as you expected. if you were asked about it two years ago, you'd have thought your life would fall apart. when the moment finally came, you accepted it with a gracious heart, no matter how much you truly yearned for him. you loved him, there was no denying it, but you knew you had no say in the decisions he made. you knew that from the second you met him.

you found yourself in front of his doorstep, offering a few quiet knocks to the wooden door. up until that point, he had returned a two full boxes of a few of your personal belongings he had grown to collect throughout your relationship. a third box with your name on it was waiting for you, just on the other side.

when the door opened, you found yourself face-to-face once more. you offered him a kind smile, gazing up at him. it was impossible to read his expressions, to tell what and how he was feeling. perhaps stoic, maybe sympathetic, even. his eyes were almost soulless, despite the smile he returned.

“hey,” you broke the silence, clasping your hands together. “you have the box, right?” he showed no interest jn accompanying your dialogue, offering only a small nod in response before turning on his heel, heading towards the box. you bit your lip, as if ashamed for giving in so fast, it definitely chipped away at the zen you were feeling just a few minutes prior. thankfully enough, your thoughts didn't offer much consolation for long. loud, angry, familiar voices pierced your ears, you couldn't help but turn in the direction of the source.

the last person you had expected was to see jj, someone you had spent a good portion of your life dating despite the messy ending. you had spent a decent five years with him, no matter how bad the last few months were. he was somewhat of a childhood best friend, with the two of you growing up in the same area, both of your fathers being best friends. after a while, perhaps just before puberty, you grew distant, but when the growth spurts finally hit, you were inseparable. he was your first boyfriend, and you were his first girlfriend. you had gone through so much together, teaching each other the rights and wrongs of a relationship, and you truly expected it to last. everybody did. all of that joyous hope went to waste when he met kiara, leading to the ultimate decision of throwing five years in the water for a cheap one-night stand, which eventually led to a serious relationship over the course of a few days. needless to say, no matter how angry and heartbroken it left you, you remained civil—for everybody's sake.

much like every other day, he wasn't alone. you squinted your eyes amidst the sun's beaming rays, making out kiara's frame trailing behind him, down the stairs of the house's front porch. there was all too much screaming from her side, frantic arm waving, long strings of curses. however, jj wasn't hesitant to retort. you couldn't tell what the argument was about, but the way he stormed off and climbed into the white, worn-out travel van could only tell you one thing—whatever they had going on, was over.

you turned around once again, only this time, returning john b's stare. he had come back, arms wrapped around the box. you didn't know how long he had been standing there, you were more focused on the way the top of the box was sealed shut, your name written atop in big, black letters. “damn, at least we aren't acting like them.” it was your subtly unsubtle attempt to lighten the mood, but no matter how subtle you could be, all john b responded with was a shrug—before closing the door, right in your face.

it wasn't necessarily a feeling of defeat, as much as it was a sign that you needed a glass of wine in your system as fast as possible.

when the sun had finally set, the moonlight gladly took its place, casting shadows alongside your trailer park. you were sat on your dining room chair, a bathrobe hugging you warmly as you crossed your legs, admiring the bottle of cheap wine calling your name. there really wasn't much negotiating needed to win you over—you found yourself reaching for the bottle before you even began thinking about it. maybe that was all you really needed for the zen to reach its full potential.

all that potential may as well have gone to waste when you heard the doorbell ring, a feeling of unease settling. nonetheless, no matter how ticked off, you clutched the front of your bathrobe tightly as you treaded toward the door. “who is it?” you called out, once in front of the door. a sigh was heard at first, but you didn't know what to expect anymore. perhaps john b, perhaps another one of your friends coming in to offer their condolences.

“it's your ex-boyfriend!” the familiar voice practically chirped. of all the unexpected guests you could have had, this one really took the cake. you rolled your eyes as you hesitantly reached for the doorknob. “jj, what do you want?” you were taken aback once you opened the door, taking a step back when you got a good look at jj, two suitcases by his side and a bag slung over his shoulder. he offered you a friendly smile, accompanied by an almost nervous wave.

“you saw the shitshow today, i presume,” he let out a nervous laugh, free hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “kiara and i just broke up.”

maybe your conscience truly was getting the best of you, or maybe you were healing. whatever it was, it made you sympathize with him. no matter what the past stated, you couldn't help but return the smile, opening the door just a little bit more as you stepped aside. you knew they've had their fair share of arguments, but you never really expected them to break up. not yet, at least. “oh, well, come on in.”

his gratitude wasn't immediately evident, not as much as his shock. he expected many things, from more yelling to bag-throwing and even hissy fits, but not any acts of kindness.

in no time, you found yourself in his company, right on the chair next to you, and it was time to crack the bottle open. he couldn't help but laugh, seeing you so eagerly fiddle with the corkscrew. it wasn't in a taunting matter, despite the look you shot him, but rather in pale admiration. you had poured yourselves each a glass as you brought your knees back up to your chest, awaiting further explanation from him.

“sorry to come over on such short notice, but i couldn't face going to a motel.” you raised an eyebrow, shooting him a playful look. “that's okay,” you murmured in response, tracing the shape of your glass before leaning it in for another sip. “is there a reason you're crashing here and not at john b's?”

he shrugged, clasping his hands together quietly as he stared into his glass, watching the ripples and bubbles the pale yellow liquid provided. “didn't feel like dealing with his shit today,” he licked his lips as he paused, eyes flickering between you and the glass, as if hesitant. “also, sarah was with him. didn't feel like dealing with her shit either.” the unexpected mention of her name sent a sharp twinge in your chest, and you couldn't help the silent feeling of defeat from pressing into your chest. jj definitely noticed it, his following look all too sympathetic as he watched you down the rest of your wine.

“am i allowed to ask what happened?” you finally broke the silence, head tilted to the side as you locked eyes once more. he laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. “you could ask, but i won't tell.” you quirked an eyebrow up, his tactics all too familiar as you shot him a look of disappointment.

“why not?”

“'cause it's embarrassing.”

“jj, did you cheat again?”

“no,”

“did she cheat?”

“nope,”

“you finally saw her without any makeup?”

it was his turn to shoot a disapproving look of his own, but neither of you could hold back the laughter that followed. despite it all, he shook his head, signalling that the break-up truly must've been something much deeper. “are you okay?” this was the first of your questions that was truly genuine. he nodded, once more. “yeah,” he responded, grabbing ahold of the bottle, filling your glass up alongside his. “it hadn't been working for quite a while. this was inevitable.”

you knew exactly what he meant by that, exactly what he was talking about. it was as if you, too, had sensed quite a while ago that a bad ending was written in the stars for you and john b. “well, these days anybody going through a break-up gets my sympathy.”

jj clicked his tongue before taking another swig of the wine. truly, he had been used to beer up until this point. the taste of grape brought back memories—how you would always have a bottle or two in your fridge while you were together. “that's right,” he responded, leaning back in his chair. “i heard johnnie boy lost feelings.” despite how painful it felt hearing everybody's thoughts out loud, you couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “no, johnnie boy lost love. found it somewhere else.”

it wasn't supposed to be a personal attack on jj's behalf, but the shoe definitely fit. his eyes were filled with a sorrow you never sought to uncover, guilt tugging at his heartstrings. “so, there will be no gloating from me.” you proudly continued, shooting him a smile as you raised your glass. he returned the smile, clinking away with his own glass. “well, here's to no gloating.”

you had explained to him that you were trying to keep a positive outlook on the whole thing, no matter how much it ate away at your pride. you talked and talked, and all he wanted to do was listen. “i even started writing last night,” you continued, downing what was left in what was definitely your fourth glass of wine. “and, well, i think there's a potential book in there.”

he couldn't fight off the pride he felt for you. “a book, really?” you nodded, the last of the bitter juices coating your tongue. “about all my failed relationships.” jj laughed appreciatively.

“you're not writing about me, are you?” he teased, earning him nothing but a humorless retort. “please, you're like the first fourteen chapters.” he grinned, even though he knew what was awaiting him.

“are you gonna be fair?” he asked teasingly. you nodded, just an edge of irony to your words. “i'm gonna be honest.” he feigned a worried sigh at your response, offering a displeased look, “i was afraid of that.”

it was nice to finally get some things off your chest, it was nice having someone to talk to, even if it was your ex-boyfriend. it felt like time was flying, and everything that had been bothering you up until then disappeared. “give me your glass, gotta finish this bottle off,” he insisted, gesturing toward what was left of the bottle, but you couldn't. shouldn't, really. “no way, jj, four glasses is my limit.” you made a weak, tipsy attempt at snatching the bottle away, but he was two steps ahead of you, pulling it away and coming to face you, as if he had a business proposition.

“if you help me finish off this bottle, i'll tell you what happened between me and kiara.” he was good, really good. you couldn't resist it, perhaps his story would provide at least some consolation. “hit me.” and so, he did.

you sipped away at your fifth glass of wine, ignoring the way your mind went fuzzy as the taste overwhelmed your senses once again. once jj had seen how dedicated you were, he smiled. “kiara was making the bed, and found a picture i kept under the mattress,” you shot him a look of surprise as you brought the glass back up to your lips. “a picture i didn't want her to see.”

“what kind of picture?” you questioned, a genuine edge of curiosity to your tone. your first guess would have been some sort of dirty magazine. your only guess, really, but kiara never seemed like the type to make such a big fuss over that. jj lowered his gaze along with the empty glass, only to lock eyes with you, once more.

“it was a picture of you,” he finally admitted. “it's something i like to take a look at every now and then.”

you didn't know how to respond. for the first time in a long time, jj had left you speechless. your reaction wasn't negative by any means, as much as shocked. you could only utter out a small “wow,” with truly nothing else to say. your eyes remained locked as you stared at the man you had once loved more than anyone else in the world, the same one that had truly messed you up in the long run. despite all of it, you harbored no hatred toward him whatsoever. not even to the extent where you found him leaning in, something you would've definitely pushed him away for. the only problem was that you didn't push him away, you found yourself returning the kiss.

however, you were the first to pull away, vision blurry as you both filled each other's ears with drunken laughter. “what the hell was that?” your tone was all but stern. jj leaned back once more. “that was something i've been wanting to do for quite some time.”

you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the stupid sentiment, despite the shared laughter. “oh, that's just you rebounding from kiara.” he shrugged, although he knew it was far from the truth. “so, you're on the rebound from johnnie boy. no harm, no foul.”

what really tipped the scale of morality for you was the fact that you truly had nothing against his proposal. you let out a sigh, “jj, it would be so weird.” he was quick to cut you off before you could rest your case. “we're two old friends who suddenly find themselves single, nothing weird about us helping each other out to be,” he paused, as if trying to find the write words. “a little less lonely.”

resisting would have been the appropriate thing to do. whether the answer was to push him back or pull away, the right thing would've been to resist. it wasn't right, no matter how good it felt or how familiar his touch was, it was morally wrong. it was wrong to use each other, it was wrong to go behind john b's back, just as kiara's. they were your friends. jj was your friend. it didn't matter, because neither of you resisted.

your mouths melded together, creating an all too familiar intimate connection, the air crackling with intensity. you couldn't help but succumb to his magnetic pull, allowing him to weave his fingers into your soft locks of hair. “shit, jay,” you exhaled through a moan, and it was the first time in a long time he's heard thst nickname. it's been years since he's heard it from you. he tapped at your lips with his tongue, eagerly awaiting your access. you gladly obliged, every gram of the guilt that had been building up, finally washing away as he continued to pursue you.

he wrapped his arms around your thighs, sliding you off the chair and into his grasp, not once breaking the kiss. you gasped, saliva trickling down your chin as jj stumbled drunkenly, barely getting it together as he located the entrance to your bedroom. when you fell onto the bed, the kiss finally came to an end, but it was only the beginning. with your head on your pillow and jj on top of you, heat coursed through your veins.

his lips attached themselves to your jaw, peppering kisses along the thin layer of skin. you whined, fingernails gliding down his clothed back as he sucked at your sweet spots. he could read you like a book, knew all of your weaknesses—all of your sweetest, most sensitive points. his tongue travelled further down your neck, veiny hands pulling apart the front of your robe, giving him access to your chest. you swore you heard him growl, but your own moans seemed to block out his noises as he took a tit into his mouth, the rough surface of his tongue circling your nipple before enfulfing the flesh whole.

he was hard, so painfully hard. you knew it, felt it, while he rutted his hips against your bare legs, erection hard against your soft skin. he whined, although he'd never admit it to anyone else. you were all he needed, this was all he'd been waiting for all those years.

“he ever get you wet like this?” the question came out before he could stop himself. there was a specific edge to his voice, a silver lining between curiosity and possessiveness. you couldn't bring yourself to answer, not while he had a hand fondling your tits so roughly, pushing and pinching, the latter rubbing your bare cunt, fingers almost immediately drenching themselves in your juices. all you could do was shake your head.

he was satisfied with the answer, enough to move onto his own clothes. he kept his gaze on your frame, wetting his lips as he took you in—tits bare and hanging out, bite marks littered around your nipples, robe untied, sweat trickling down your stomach, legs spread with your sticky juices coating the outside of your cunt. he peeled his shirt off, followed by the shorts and boxers he had dropped to his ankles.

eager. that's what he was. there was nothing romantic about the way you felt, eyes glued to his dick. you hadn't felt any of it all these years, and though it may have been the alcohol talking, you needed him more than ever. “jay, please,” how was he supposed to say no to such politeness? it wouldn't have been right, not with the way your desperate pleas made him want to ruin all of you.

that's exactly what he had in mind. he grabbed his shaft, lining it up with your entrance, a sigh of relief passing his lips the second he felt your slick coating his tip, and he hadn't even put it in yet. you bit your lip, knowing what was coming, hands pulling him in by his back. with every inch you took, more and more moans spilled out of your mouth. once again, he found himself peppering kisses. this time, on your cheeks. he cooed in your ear, telling you it'd be better soon. “just a few seconds, baby. little more and you'll feel so good,” he slurred.

he was never one to lie. the more you relaxed, the deeper he allowed himself to go. “fucking shit,” he growled, throwing his head back at the familiar feeling of your warmth. you took him well, walls clinging to his shaft, giving him barely the space he needed. you couldn't hold your moans back, and you knew your paper thin walls on the tiny island would do you no justice.

with your nails clawing at his back. he grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders to get a better angle going. your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head at the feeling. he drilled into your sopping cunt, hips snapping at an impeccable pace as he chased his high. his balls slammed against your clit, along with his thumb as he pushed his palm into your lower belly, smirking at the way he could practically feel his dick in there. his thumb rubbed at your clit, eliciting the sweetest moans he'd ever hear.

he watched your cunt swallow him whole, the foreign feeling making both of your heads spin. your eyes widened as jj picked up the pace, your heart racing at what was awaiting you. “jj, i gotta pee,” you whined, feet making an attempt to push him away, but it was no use. he shushed you, pressing down on your lower stomach once more. “that's it, fuck.” he quickened his pace, fingers aching as he abused your clit. your orgasm hit you like a brick. your mouth hung open but you remained inaudible, the only focus point being the way your legs shaked as your juices dripped down his shaft.

to add fuel to the fire, instead of stopping, jj began rubbing your clit a second time, flesh slicking the bundle of nerves up with your wetness. he was close, even closer after watching you cum all over his cock. “such a mess.” he teased, and he wasn't wrong. your sheets were soaked, your vision blurry, his pelvis dripping with your arousal.

“hurts so bad.” the sympathy he felt was overwhelming, but he couldn't stop now. he used his free hand to stroke your hair, moving lose strands out of your face. “give me one more, i’m about to cum, baby.” the overstimulation made your eyes water, hips stuttering to meet his powerful thrusts. all he could do was abuse the soft spot inside you, and it didn’t take long before you both came. he buried his face in your neck as he came, burying his cock into your pussy as he emptied all the cum he had to offer, hips stuttering as he moaned. you couldn't pull yourself together at all, head spinning as you did your best to recover.

when he did pull out, you found yourselvee sitting in silence. you were too tired to say anything, only able to turn to your side, eyes begging to be closed. you didn't mind the silence as much as jj did, he watched you closely.

he knew this would be the last of your interactions. he'd go back to kiara, you'd go back to john b. that's the way things would always be, and he knew that. he hated the thought of it, it left him feeling empty. unfulfilled. there was nothing he could do except make the most of the time he had left with you, wrapping his arms around your bare body and pulling you in close as he fought his tears back.