Breeding Session

VIRGINITY — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kiss me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Greedy, are we?” 

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

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

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

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

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

“I wanna cum in you.” 

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

“Yeah, mama.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I move?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead, baby. Cum. Cum for me.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Blurb idea: jj gives jb advice when jb cant get a girl off? Like jb cant get her over the finish line?

Warnings: talk of sex

“I don’t know, man. It’s weird. Sarah can’t get off during sex. With my fingers or tongue, sure, but not during sex.” John B grumbles, handing the joint back to me. I don’t even know how we got on this fucking topic but here we are.

“Are you playing with her clit when she’s close? Or having her do it?” I ask as I take a long inhale. John B’s confused look says all I need to know.

“Uhhh… no. I thought my dick would be enough.” John B confesses and I choke, coughing as smoke exits my mouth and nose.

“Dude, no. When you feel her clenching down around you, play with her clit. Don’t stop rubbing it until she’s coming down. Whether you’re hitting it from the back or she’s on top. Most girls can’t get off from penetration alone.” I take a drink of my beer as I hand the joint back to him.

“And if that doesn’t work?”

“Use a vibrator. Toys are friends, not competition.”

John B suddenly stands and I look at him confusingly as he takes out his phone and sends a text.

“Where are you going?”

“To fuck Sarah.”

“Wow, okay. Happy to help, man.” I laugh. At least someone was getting fucked tonight.

here's one of the prompts from this ask: presenting... camboy!Rafe

After yet another falling out with Ward, Rafe had to find some other way to make quick cash. He didn't expect to keep this virtual career going for over a year, growing to love the flattery and attention as much as his real-life hookups.

You're Sarah's best friend, a fellow kook-turned-pogue, and spent more time at the Cameron house than your own. This summer, Rafe travels back home from college and gets a little careless, so used to his private dorm where he didn't need to stifle any moans or dirty talk.

It's a late night by the pool, music plays from Kie's speaker and empty beer bottles litter the patio. John B and Sarah are cuddled by the stairs, chatting with Pope as JJ does his umpteenth cannonball, splashing you and Kie as you lounge on floaties.

Unfortunately, it's your turn to get more snacks and drinks. You begrudgingly trek through the big house, already a little inebriated. You gather chips, popcorn and beer on the shiny island counter before a loud noise catches your attention. Curiosity gets the better of you and you follow those strange noises and find yourself in front of Ward's office, the door just barely cracked open.

Rafe sits in his father's chair, pristine white shirt unbuttoned with a light sheen of sweat on his chest. Your eyes drift to his arm, the sleeves rolled up and muscles tense under his tanned skin. He murmurs something under his breath and you creep closer, trying to make out his words.

"Hm, is that so? You think you deserve my cock?" His pink lips stretch into a smug smirk, "you're gonna have to bend over my desk and show me where you want it."

The angle blocks his lower half, but you don't need to see it to know what he's doing—the jerking motions of his arm, the hitches in his breaths, and his blue gaze locked on the screen before him.

"If you beg real nice, I'll let you taste my cum. Shoot my load on your pretty face and claim you, maybe I'll even take a few pictures." Rafe groans heavily, his arm speeding up, "is that want you want? You wanna be daddy's little cumrag?"

For the next few days, you avoid him like the plague, but that's hard to do when it's his damn house. Every time he comes around, you slip away, muttering an excuse about going home or doing an errand. Sarah is the only one partly concerned since you were never at Rafe's throat like the rest of the Pogues.

Your luck had to run out at some point: he corners you at a kegger, you should've known he'd show up at the Boneyard with the rest of his friends.

"I've been back for a month and you haven't said more than three words to me."

You grip the solo cup tightly, nervously peering up at him, "hi, Rafe, how are you?"

He laughs, shaking his head. His new buzzcut makes him appear more rugged and confident. Ugh, he never used to make you weak in the knees, but now you're having trouble standing upright—hopefully, it's just the alcohol.

"I'd be better if you didn't look at me like I'm covered in blood. C'mon, you're Sarah's only friend that I can actually tolerate." He rolls his eyes, "don't tell me they turned you against me in a couple of months?"

me thinks... one thing leads to another and you're making out against his truck, your dress hiked up to your thighs as he hooks your knees around his hips. You pull away for a breath and his hand wraps around your throat, his wet lips trailing down to your jaw: "Is it bad that I want to get caught right now just to see the look on JJ's face?"

At the mention of your friends, you snap out of it and shove him away. Guilty and ashamed, you can't imagine what Sarah would think about you hooking up with her brother, and the rest of the Pogues definitely wouldn't be happy about it either.

You leave the party early and once again, avoid Rafe, going as far as faking sick when Sarah invites you over.

fast forward to the filthy stuff: don't even get me started on you starring in his cam shows. Rafe is all too eager to show his viewers every inch of you, how pretty you moan, how you melt with just the slighest of touches.

He's such a tease: he grinds his hard cock along your clothed cunt, showing his fans just how needy you get, "look at that, she's soaking her panties," he chuckles, reading the rush of comments on the laptop screen, "Yeah, she's gonna ruin them tonight—maybe we'll have a little fun and send them to the highest tipper. How's that sound, baby? You want a stranger owning your messy panties?"

He's obsessed with cum shots: he’ll cum on your pretty, tear-stained face or one of your used holes, "open wider for daddy." And of course, you obey, blinking up at him with his seed on your cheeks and lips. He leans down and spits, spreading his saliva and cum on your tongue, "such a good girl, you'd let me do anything to you, hm? You wanna show our fans how pretty you look right now?"

this au makes me very interested in Rafe's and reader's exhibitionist adventures 😳 ofc fooling around at the country club, mayhaps golf cart shenanigans, and definitely riding him in his truck... this will be a full fic 😌 or a collection of drabbles !! we'll see hehe

── scotty doesn’t know

paring stiles stilinski x mccall!reader, word count 548, genre kinda suggestive, ( masterlist )

scott can’t find out. you’ve somehow managed to hide a big secret from your brother. you’ve been secretly dating his best friend, stiles now for a couple months without scotty knowing. he would freak if he found out that his baby sister was dating his best friend because of his rule "my sister is off limits" that scott made up in middle school after stiles looked at you for "a bit too long" for his liking.

you just wanted a moment where you could be together intimately and not get caught. so, the best you could do in a spur of the moment on a sunday night was in the middle of a empty parking lot. since stiles dad is home and, so was scott with alison in his bedroom doing god knows what.

stiles turned his key, turning his jeeps engine off. you balled up his flannel in a fist drawing him closer to your lips into a desperate kiss. it wasn’t a want at this point it was a need. it was a craving that needed to be fulfilled.

stiles didn’t hesitate as his hand reached up to your jaw, cradling it and bringing you closer. your hand slipped down to under his shirt your fingertips dancing over his skin.

stiles disconnected his lips from yours, so that he could kiss down your neck. he made sure to leave marks that was definitely going to be visible and hard to cover up for school the next day, but that was your last concern at the moment. your head tilted back to give him more access. your hand now finding a place in his hair tugging at the roots drawing a muffled whine from him.

"backseat, l-lets go to the backseat." a whine falls from your mouth.

your shirts discarded in the front seats as you followed him climbing over the console to the backseat. your hands exploring each other bodies in desperation and desire. out of desperation he tugs at your jeans without breaking the kiss. he fumbles with the button before quickly abandoned them in the floor of the jeep.

he grabbed your thigh rubbing smoothing circles with his thumb. every single touch seemed to set fire to your skin and a chill up your spine. his hand rested on the car door pulling away from your lips to catch his breathe. you take a moment to adore the beauty of the man in front of you. the soft lighting that lit his features. the moles scattered across his face. his brown eyes. gosh, he was too perfect. if anyone asked you the definition of what is perfect he would be the first one to pop into your mind.

the sound of heavy breathing and the melody of "scotty doesn’t know" that played on the radio was heard in the jeep.

his head dropped in the crook of your neck pressing a gentle kiss on your skin. your hand reaching down to unbutton his jeans as he brings you into a heated kiss once again.

"my brother can’t know." you mumbled against his lips. his agreement was muffled as he was too focused on you to think about anything else especially an actually answer. he’s mind was too cloudy and hazy.

scotty doesn’t know.

© JPNRIIKICORE, 2023

older stepsis!reader jerking off rafe and he’s just a whimpering and crying mess but rose and ward are in the room next to them, and reader keeps telling rafe to shut up because he wouldn’t want his parents to hear how much of a slut he is for his stepsister right?

(im the anon btw who said i had an thought about sub!rafe 😭)

he’s trying his hardest to stay quiet, he really is, but the task is proving to be impossible as rafe sits with his legs spread out on the loveseat in your room, head lulled back between his shoulders as you fist his cock in your hand.

he can hardly sit still, constantly bucking his hips and readjusting himself in the seat as you drag and twist your hand skillfully up and down his hard shaft. occasionally, you’d let a string of saliva drop down onto his pink tip, added lubrication for your palm, which would quickly smooth the saliva out around his cock.

you were doing a pretty good job of keeping quiet, aside from the tiny moans you’d let out here and there. you always got off on pleasuring others, but you toned down your arousal now, careful as to not alert the wandering ears on the lower level of the house.

your step-brother on the other hand, was not doing as good of a job. no matter how many times you scolded him, slapping at his thighs or tugging at what hair you could reach on the top of his head from your position on the floor, rafe couldn’t help but groan out, whimpering even. it was all too much for him, but it was just pathetic to you.

“can you shut the fuck up?” you taunted, eyes sporting a devious glint as you glared up at him lustfully from your knees. “god, can’t even think about taking you in my mouth, you’re just too fucking loud.”

rafe gritted his teeth, hands gripping the sides of the sofa beneath him as he let out another loud groan. “m’trying, you just-ah-you know what you’re doing.”

“ehh, i don’t think you’re trying hard enough.” you taunted, pairing your words with a doe-eyed look as you kept you eyes fixed on your step-brother. you allowed your thumb to smooth over his tip softly, teasingly.

your palm came to a halt when rafe let out a particularly loud groan, and you both heard a stirring in the room on the other side of the wall. “guess i should just stop,” you shrugged, and rafe struggled to right his breathing again.

“no,” he blurted out, and you raised an eyebrow at his eagerness. “i-i’ll be quiet, swear.”

you smirked devilishly up at him, allowing your hand to replenish it’s movements from moments ago. “good boy. wouldn’t want your daddy to find out how much of a slut you are for your step-sister, right?”

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

Damn It Pope

Pairings: JJ x gn!reader

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

Summary: Pope catches reader giving JJ head.

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

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

pool party

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, chubby!reader, fatphobia including internalized fatphobia

“i don’t know rafe, i really don’t want to go to this pool party.” you say, flopping down on the bed. you’re truly just not interested in it, not interested in being under the hot sun on a day like today, not interested in being surrounded by thin girls in bikinis, not interested in your boyfriend being the target of every one of those girls flirtation.

“come on baby, it’s for kelce and his girlfriend! it’s their anniversary.” rafe pleads with you.

“they’ve been together for like a month, is that really worthy of a whole celebration?” you ask. you hate kelces girlfriend, melissa. she’s always been mean to you, but never in front of rafe or kelce, and you don’t want to seem crazy by bringing it up to your boyfriend when shes so fake-sweet in front of him.

rafe sighs as he sits down on the bed. “i want to go and have a good time with you. please.”

that word has you melting, and the pout on rafes face, his bottom lip stuck out in a desperate but successful attempt to change your mind. “fine. because you’re so cute.” “you’re cuter.” rafe says, plastering a smile on his face as you head towards your closet. you rifle through your drawer of swimsuits. you certainly aren’t wearing any bikinis around these girls, so you opt for a one piece that has some frills around your stomach to hide any of your perceived imperfections.

you put it on as well as a loose dress over top of it, before sliding your sandals on. rafe is in just his swim shorts and a tank top, his muscled arms on display for you to ogle at.

“ready, babe?” rafe asks. you nod and let him lead you out to his truck. you already feel the nerves starting in your stomach. rafe never seemed to treat you any differently because of your size. he acts like your hips aren’t wide, like your thighs don’t always touch, like your arms arent double the size of most girls. all of his friends on the other hand tease you for it, not as much now that you’re dating rafe, but you still feel the eyes and notice the whispers.

you get to kelces house and all you want to do is hide inside, but rafe is so effervescent, greeting everyone and tugging you alongside with him, giving you kisses on the side of your head when you have a moment alone, showing you off.

“lets hop in, babe.” rafe says, pulling you to a table and taking his shirt and shoes off.

“i don’t really want to.” you say. “i’ll just watch you for a bit, yeah?”

rafe frowns, worried is something wrong, but he doesn’t want to push you, so he just nods and gives you a peck on the lips before running into the pool. you do genuinely enjoy watching him. it’s just the boys in the pool right now, and they come up with all sorts of games, which all devolve into wrestling. 

less than an hour later, rafe gets tired of being apart, leaving the boys to their games to rejoin you. he sits down next to you, but not before moving the chair as close as he possibly can to your own.

“hi baby.” rafe says, slightly out of breath from all the swimming at fun. he kisses your cheek before leaning back, laughing as he watches one of the guys jump out of the pool, swooping up a girl in his arms and jumping in with her, soaking her in her clothes.

“you better take that dress off and come in with me before i have to do that to you.” rafe says.

the thought of rafe picking you up, of others seeing the strain in his face as he has to really utilize his muscles, makes you cringe, worse than everyone seeing you in your swimsuit. you stand up and quickly shuck off the fabric before walking down the steps of the pool, hoping the water obscures your body somewhat.

rafe follows you back in the pool, concerned by how fast you got in. he can tell by your expression that something is wrong, you’ve always worn your emotions and anxiety on your face.

“baby, is something up?” rafe asks, tucking a strand of your behind your ear. he backs you into the corner of the pool so you’re as far as you can be with everyone around.

“i’m just… feeling insecure right now.” you admit. you’ve never talked about it with rafe, no matter how badly you want to ask. want to ask why he sees you the way he does, and not like everyone else does.

“insecure? baby you’re the most gorgeous woman here. do you not like your swimsuit, is that it?” rafe asks, not able to wrap his mind around you not liking your body.

“yeah, thats it.” you say, not wanting to ruin his day. “i just wish i would have chosen a different one.” “ahh.” rafe says with a nod and a pout. “i’m struggling right now because i like how much this one covers-” he traces a hand over your shoulder strap, “because i don’t want anyone looking at what only i get to look at, but at the same time, i very selfishly wish you wore something more revealing.” you let out a little chuckle, which is quickly swallowed by rafe as he kisses you, probably imagining you in something skimpy and revealing. 

“lets just try to have fun and when we get home we can toss this swimsuit knowing you don’t like it and i’ll take you shopping tomorrow for some new ones.” “okay.” you nod, trying to put the insecurity out of your mind as you have fun during the rest of the party with rafe. you really just ignore everyone but him, letting your sole focus be on your boyfriend rather than a girls perfectly flat stomach or from the stare some guy gives you.

“are you ready to go home?” rafe asks, hours later after the sun had set and darkness has taken over the sky.

“mhm. i’m tired.” you admit with a yawn. you only spent an hour or so in the pool before you were able to put your dress back on and the party shifted towards drinking and dancing. rafe had abstained from anything, knowing he’s driving you home and not willing to risk even a single drop of alcohol.

“okay, i’m just gonna say goodbye to kelce, then we can head out.” rafe kisses you gently, seeing the sleepiness in your eyes.

you watch rafe walk away blissfully, knowing you’re so far gone for your perfect boyfriend. you watch as he heads onto the patio to say goodbye, taking a step closer to hear whats going on.

“hey man, congrats again on making it to three months, can’t wait to see what a one year anniversary party looks like.” rafe laughs, slapping kelce on the back. you smile, while you and rafe were not the kind to throw a party for your anniversary, preferring the celebrations to stay between the two of you, it’s sweet that kelce and melissa have so many friends wanting to celebrate them being a couple.

“thanks rafe.” kelce says, clapping his back in response.

“oh and rafe!” melissa calls before he turns his back. “if you ever want to ditch that whale of a girlfriend, i have lots of hot single friends.”

you feel your skin go hot at her words. it’s reminiscent of so many things you’ve been called before. chubby, big, jiggly, whale.

“what did you just call my girlfriend?” you want to go out there and stop rafe before he explodes, but you can’t move, your feet are glued to the spot.

“oh, i mean just look at her.” melissa laughs, and you can hear a few other girls join in. “and look at you! someone like you should not be with a girl like her.” “baby stop-” you can hear kelce trying to interject.

“don’t EVER speak on my girlfriend again.” rafe yells. “you’re clearly jealous, and i would feel sorry for you if you weren’t such a nasty bi-”

“rafe!” you shout, finally finding your voice. rafe gives melissa one last glare, but as bad as he wants to chew her out, you’re his bigger concern right now.

“baby-” rafe says, going to take your face into his hands, but you step out of his hold, heading towards the door.

“i just want to go.” you say, and rafe is hot on your heel, feeling terrible that you heard anything she said.

“y/n-” rafe says as you get into his truck, but you just shake your head. “can you take me home?” rafe hates seeing you upset, his whole lifes purpose since he met you was to never see your pretty face sad. his hands grip the wheel and he takes every turn a little too fast, he’s just pissed right now that you’re upset.

“do you finally see it now?” you ask when he pulls to a stop in your driveway.

“see what?” rafe asks, wondering if melissa had been nasty to you before.

“that i’m too big for you. too chubby. i don’t get what spell you got put under to fall in love with me, but it doesn’t make sense, we don’t work.” 

rafe gets out of the truck without a word, slamming his door hard shut before coming around to your side. he opens it and before you can even move, he has you over his shoulder, marching up the stairs.

“rafe!” you yell as he takes the familiar walk to your bedroom.

“we don’t fucking work together?” rafe asks, setting you down onto your mattress. “we don’t fucking work together?” he repeats, throwing his shirt off. 

“rafe, i-” you want to clarify what you mean, but he doesn’t give you the chance as his lips connect to yours. he moans into your mouth as he grinds against your thighs, only disconnecting your lips to tear your dress off over your head.

he pulls away for a minute to work at getting your swimsuit off. while it dried while you were at kelces party, it’s still tight on your body. you always feel insecure when you’re with rafe, and you hate that feeling, but this is the worst it’s ever been after being reminded by melissa and the girls at the party.

“you’re fucking beautiful. the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe looks down at your naked body, his cock clearly swelling in his swim shorts. “you’re so gorgeous, i don’t want a single bad thought about yourself in your head.”

rafe stands up to take his shorts off, his cock springing free. “come here.” he demands, reaching a hand down for you. you don’t want to accept, you just want him between your legs, but you comply, letting him pull you up off the bed and into the bathroom. he positions you so you’re in front of the mirror. your eyes immediately diverge, not wanting to witness yourself under the bright white lights in the nude.

“no, baby.” rafe says, coming to stand behind you. “look at your face for me.” 

you feel tears well up in your eyes, but you do it for rafe. you meet your own gaze in the mirror as rafe begins to speak. “i love those eyes, those eyes that see every part of me. i love the curve of your nose. i love kissing your soft lips, i love how they always taste like strawberries. i love your cheeks, i hope our kids have your cute cheeks.” 

rafe pauses to take your jaw in his hand, moving your head up so he can bend over your body with his vast height and press a kiss against your lips.

“i love your hair.” he turns your face back to the mirror. “i love wrapping my hand around it when i’m fucking you. i love the way it falls in your face when you’re reading one of your novels.”

rafe kisses along your neck, hands coming to your waist. you briefly close your eyes but a sudden bite to your neck has you snapping them open, continuing to look where rafe speaks about. “i love your hands, i love holding them between mine. i love your arms when you wrap them around me.”

“i love your tits.” rafe moves his hands from your waist to your boobs, cupping one in each palm. “i love the way no bra seems to contain them. i love the way your nipples show through one of my tshirts when you put it on in the morning.” rafes thumbs rub over your nipples until they turn into stiff peaks. “i love the way they feel in my mouth, i love that someday you will feed our baby with them.”

rafe drops his hands to your stomach, and you want so badly to push them away, to not let him so unabashedly feel your least favorite part of yourself. “and i fucking love your tummy. not only is it cute and sexy, but it’s giving me more of you to love. it’s letting me know that you’re keeping yourself healthy and not starving yourself. i love your tummy because one day it’s going to hold our child safe. i never-” rafe pauses to look you in the eye- “want you to feel insecure about your tummy, okay?”

“rafe-” you sob out, letting the tears fall free.

“let it out if you need to, my love. let out every bad thought you have about your body and replace it with my good ones until you have your own good ones. i love every inch of you. everything you see as an imperfection, i see as beautiful.”

you know better than to doubt his words, he’s candidly telling you the truth, what you look like in his eyes.

“can i keep going?” rafe asks in a minute once you calm down. you let out a nod as his hands move to your hips.

“i love these hips. i love putting my hands on them, holding you there. i love these thighs,” his hands move forward, making your breath hitch, “i love the way these thighs protect that special part of you.” he keeps a hand on your thigh while the other dives between, finding your wetness.

his finger circles your clit as you brace yourself with both hands against the counter top. “i love the way i touch one small part of you and it has your knees weakening. i love taking my tongue to your pretty pussy and tasting every drop you have to offer me.”

rafe presses his cock against your ass, unashamedly rubbing it as his hand drops lower, pressing his finger inside your entrance. “i love the way your pussy welcomes me inside because it knows we were made for each other.”

rafe adds a second finger quickly, a slightly painful stretching sensation taking over only for a moment before it becomes pleasurable again.

“i love the way your ass moves when i thrust my cock against it.” he gives an example with a particularly hard rub against your backside. “i love everything about you, baby.” his fingers speed up as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

“and i hate that you didn’t see it. but you see it now, right? you see that you’re beautiful?” rafe asks, and when you don’t respond his fingers suddenly stop moving, making you cry out.

“say it.” rafe says, catching your eyes in the mirror. “look at yourself in the mirror and say it.”

“i’m beautiful.” you whisper, eyes shining as you for once believe it. if a man like rafe cameron can fall so deeply in love with you, can hold all these truths, for once you can believe them as well.

“louder.” rafe says, his hands regaining speed suddenly.

“i’m beautiful.” you say again, letting your full tears drop onto the counter as your clit pulses under rafes attention. “i’m beautiful!” you shout, and with that declaration, rafe bends you further over the sink, exposing your pussy to him as he slides his cock in between your folds, only removing his fingers for a short second before his cock is deep inside of you.

“you feel that baby?” rafe asks, picking up the same rhythm his fingers were thrusting to. “you say we don’t work? well baby, we fit perfectly together.” 

one hand grips your hip to help him thrust in and out as the other continues to rub at your clit, and you know you’re not going to last much longer, not after all the attention.

“my cock is meant to be inside this pussy. our hearts are meant to be together. we’re it, baby. the perfect match.”

you nod along to rafes words, agreeing in your loud moans. you know he’s right, that you were meant for each other from the way his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you with every single hard thrust.

“my beautiful baby.” rafe praises you. you meet his eyes in the mirror, meet the look of pride and pleasure mixing together on his face.

“thank you.” you mumble out. rafe seems to understand what you’re thanking him for as his thrusts increase in depth and speed, needing to feel that sweet release so he can hold you against him, kiss your face, make you feel loved in every way he can.

rafe rubs your clit faster, hoping you’re as close as he is as his cock begins to pulse inside of you. rafe forces himself to keep his eyes open as he cums, wanting to see the way your jaw is dropped open, the way your boobs sway with every thrust, the way your ass ripples every time he presses his hips into you.

rafe cums with a loud moan, and you have no choice but to follow, feeling that ultimate connection as his orgasm brings your own as you shudder, feeling his fingers continue to rub your clit through your orgasm even as his hips thrust impossibly deep inside to finish as far inside of you as he possibly can.

rafes fingers eventually slow as your heart rate also returns to normal. you push your hair out of your face and rafe gives you a toothy grin in the mirror before he slowly pulls out, admiring the way his cum drips onto the matching white bathroom floor. you know you’ll have to clean it later but right now all you want to do is lie down and rest your tired legs.

“come on baby, i got you.” rafe says, picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into the bedroom, setting you down on top of the comforter. you feel yourself blush as he shows no strain at all in lifting you. “you really are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” rafe says, laying down next to you. “i just want you to see it too.”

“i do.” you tell rafe, resting your head against his chest. “i really do, thanks to you.”

CAUGHT RED HANDED — jj.maybank

pairing: jj maybank & fem!reader

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

warnings: making out, marking, dry humping

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

taglist: @rafetopia @rvfecamerons @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His words get cut off by a loud slam.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

So real, can never catch a break😔

Blackout

Warnings: unprotected intoxicated sex

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

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

Thank god I’m on birth control.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“JJ—.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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