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disney zombies fandom where you at

no really where you at

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I'M BEGGING YOU

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.

Star-crossed lovers

Y/n's POV

Wally’s POV

Author's Note: It's possible that this could turn into a series, but for now, this is just a singular fanfic. If there are any recommendations for future fics or a continuance of this one, my requests are always open ♡

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Drabble Flashbacks

Key:

☆: fluff

◇: angst

♡: smut

Freshman Year

Pt.1 Protection and Cameras 📷 ☆

Pt.2 Ferris Wheel Nerves 🎡 ☆

Pt.3 Ice cream Meltdowns 🍦 ☆

Pt.4 Arcade Nights and Almost Wins 🎮 ☆

Pt.5 Lake day shenanigans 🤪 ☆

Pt.6 Lazy Mornings at the Diner 🍽 ☆

Pt.7 Fireworks and Almosts 🎆 ☆

Sophomore Year

Pt.8 Night swims 🏊‍♂️ ☆

Pt.9 First "Date" 🥤 ☆

Pt.10 Bike Races and Bruised Knees 🚲 ☆

Pt.11 Halloween of 1981 🎃 ☆

Pt.12 Homecoming Proposal 81' 💃 ☆

Pt.13 > Homecoming Dance 🕺 ☆

Junior Year

Pt.14 Late-Night Drive-In 🚗 ☆

Pt.15 Record Store Arguments 💿 ☆

Pt.16 A Mistake That Changed Everything ◇

In progress:

Pt.17 Aftermath - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.18 Doubt - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.19 The Truth - Y/n's POV ◇

Pt.20 Collision Course - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.21 Aftershock - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.22 Late-Night Diner - Wally’s POV ◇

Pt.23 Rebuilding - Wally’s POV ◇

Stepdad rafe finding out reader has been skipping school

Reader is 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

House Arrest

masterlist 

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - smut

note - 16+

summary - you and your house arrest officer have some fun

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what was that?” carl questioned. 

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

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

Keep reading

New Message

Pairings: JJ x fem!bestfriend!xreader

Warnings: MDNI, unsolicited dick pic, sexting, mention of masterbation, making out, etc.

Summary: JJ woke Y/N up at early hours of the morning because he needed her help.

Authors Note: Enjoy! Let me know if I should write a part 2!

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I looked at the clock that sat next to my bed. It read 1:36am.

*1 New Message from Jayj <3*

JJ: Hey are you awake?

I groaned. What could my best friend possibly need at this time? Was he in trouble? Was he hurt? I had no idea.

Y/N: I am now. What's up are you okay??

I wasn't expecting an immediate response but that's what I got.

JJ: No I need your help

Y/N: What's wrong?? Do I need to come get you?

JJ: No but if you came over I wouldn't mind 😉

That is not the kind of response that you use when your friend thinks you are dying, well unless you are JJ Maybank.

Y/N: Okay then what do you need?? Why did you wake me up???

JJ: I'm hornyyyyy

A sudden redness shot to my cheeks. JJ definitely play flirted with his friends, including me but this takes the cake. Yes he was hot, yes I had a little crush on him, no I did not expect this.

Y/N: Uhm- why are you telling me this JJ?

JJ: Bc you're my best friend, and I've noticed the way you've been looking at me. You undress me with your eyes every time you see me

Somehow I was blushing even harder than before. How did he know? Before I could respond I heard my phone ding again.

JJ: I know you wanna see what I'm packing, you're at least a lil curious.

(Authors Note: MDNI!!! This is a RANDOM dick pic I found online. Please proceed at your own risk.)

I gasped. I wasn't entirely ready to see that, but I'm not gonna lie I did like it.

Y/N: JJ. You're my best friend, and don't you have a line of girls ready for you at all times?

JJ: I mean I guess, but none of them are you.

JJ WANTED ME?!?! OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WHO I HAVE HAD A CRUSH ON FOR A YEAR, WANTS ME?!?!

Y/N: What do you need from me JJ?

JJ: I need you to talk dirty to me please. I'll do anything.

I gave in so quickly. This could be the one chance I have with him.

Y/N: Are you touching yourself baby?

This was my first time talking like this so I had no idea what I was doing.

JJ: Just for you princess.

The thought of JJ touching himself to me and calling me princess got me extremely excited.

I couldn't stop my hand from creeping into my pants as I texted JJ back with my non-dominant hand.

Y/N: Mmm Jayj I can't stop thinking about your huge cock.

JJ: Oh fuck, please tell me you are touching yourself too.

I wasn't sure if I should lie or not.

Y/N: Of course I am after seeing you.

JJ: Good girl.

Fuck. Me. That is so hot, especially coming from him of all people.

Y/N: JJ I need you. I can't just do this by myself. I'm no good at dirty talk.

JJ: *Read 2:04 AM*

Oh no. He hates me now. He knew I wasn't experienced but he was always nice about that. This will be awkward to bring up at a later time.

About 10 minutes went by and I heard a *tink* on my window. I look over and see JJ sitting on my roof waving back at me. I eagerly opened my window and welcomed him in. Before I could get any words to leave my mouth his hands found my hips and his lips had found mine. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the edge of my bed. He laid me down and continued our deep kiss.

"Fuck you're so hot." He whispered in my ear after sucking on my soft spot. There would definitely be a mark on my neck for a little while. I blushed when I heard him call me that. No one has ever called me that. Then I started to get self conscious. "JJ...before we continue I want to know your intentions." "Y/N. I have been in love with you since the day we met. I was waiting for you for years. I realized you probably would never want me, so I started acting like a slut. But my intentions are to please you tonight and hopefully every night for the rest of our lives. Ya know if you let me ask you out." I couldn't stop the redness forming in my cheeks. I tried to put up a wall of confidence really fast. "Is that your way of asking Maybank? Or just what you say to all of your random hookups?" My eyebrow lifted as I stared into his gorgeous blue eyes. "Maybe it is, and I've never said that to anyone else, I cross my heart and hope to die." His eyes never left mine as he made the hand motions to go with his phrase. I trusted him. I trusted this man with my whole heart. I didn't say anything, I just attached my lips to his once again. This was going to be a long night and a good life.

(Authors Note: Let me know if you'd like a part two! I was going to write a whole sex scene but I thought this was already long enough.)

act like a brat, get punished like a brat

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, exhibitionism, spanking, punishment, drugs (reader is high, rafe is a dealer), established relationship, fingering (in front of barry), barry tastes reader?? lol

you knew you were being a brat, you knew you would get punished for it later, but you didn't care as you whined and pressed your face into rafes bicep, wanting more attention from him.

“baby, i love you.” rafe hums. “but shut the fuck up.”

you pout, your hands trying to grab at his, to lace your fingers together, but he's busy, busy chatting with barry, going over whatever business stuff, when the next coke shipment is coming in, plans for upcoming parties where people will buy from rafe.

your boyfriend never tried to hide his dealing from you, and you honestly didn't care if it meant access to free drugs. he doesn't let you do them too often, not wanting you to get addicted and strung out like some of the people he sells them too, but he let you take a hit of weed so you would sit happily through his talk with barry, but it just made you needy instead.

you manage to stay quiet for an entire minute before you whine again, trying to force rafe to put his arm around you, to let you get closer, to let you snuggle into his side.

“she's a needy little thing, huh?” barry questions, raising his eyebrows. you glance briefly to him before burying your face in rafes skin again.

“goddamn it, y/n.” rafe groans. he takes your face in his hands, smushing your cheeks together, forcing you to keep your reddened eyes on him. “stay quiet baby.”

“kiss me.” you plead, puckering your lips.

rafe sighs, hating showing this type of affection in front of barry, but he hopes a kiss will keep you quiet as his lips press against yours.

you moan into his mouth, making rafe pull away with a glare. “you got your kiss now keep quiet.”

you nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. you manage to distract yourself by tracing shapes on rafes thigh, mostly hearts and stars.

rafe and barry move on to talking about some people whose names you don't recognize as your patience begins to dwindle again.

“rafey.” you complain.

he pulls away from you, an angry look on his face that says you've finally pushed him over his limit. 

“stop being such a brat.” he grunts.

“rafe, man, it's fine. if your girl needs you to go-”

“no, she can have a bit of fucking patience.” rafe interrupts barry, pulling you down onto his lap, moving you to line your stomach up with his thighs. 

“rafe!” you shout when he flips the bottom of your skirt up, putting you panties on display, not caring that barry is watching with his dark gaze.

“you act like a brat, you get punished like a brat.” rafe says, bringing his hand down on your ass, the slapping sound echoing throughout the room.

“ill be good.” you whine, squirming on his lap. you try to reach and pull your skirt back down, but rafe takes your wrists and holds them together, pressing them into your lower back.

“stop it.” rafe says, giving you another spanking. he looks back up to barry, not caring about the surprised look on his face. “keep fucking talking barry.”

barry continues whatever he was saying, even as rafe delivers another spanking to your bum.

you feel tears welling up in your eyes and bury your face in the couch in shame, especially when the next spanking rafe gives you makes you let out a muffled moan.

“first you act like a brat in front of barry and now a slut?” rafe questions, looking up to his friend. “man, do you see what i have to deal with?”

barry just nods, looking at the smooth curve of your ass. he won't say that he wishes you would act that way for him, clearly needy and desperate, not caring how depraved you're acting.

rafe doesn't miss the spaced out look on barrys face, the way his eyes track down your exposed thighs.

“baby girl, why don't you tell barry you're sorry?” rafe questions.

you squirm again, letting out a muffled sorry, before you shout when rafe delivers another hard spanking.

“you look at someone when you apologize.” rafe says, tugging your oanties down your thighs. you squeal and press your legs together, not wanting barry to see your leaky cunt.

you turn your head as rafes hand rubs over your exposed red skin. “‘m really sorry bear.” you say, using the nickname rafe chastised you not to use, just to feel another spanking delivered, this time to your bare skin.

“it's okay, doll face.” barry says, licking his lips as he leans forward from the couch across from you, trying to get a better line of vision to your pussy.

“open up your legs.” rafe says. “show barry how wet you are.”

rafe doesn't really want barry to see you like this, but he needs you to learn your lesson, whether from the spankings or the embarrassment of barry seeing you this way. maybe every time you think about him it'll be a reminder to behave.

you spread your legs, tilting them towards barry as your pussy spreads. rafe smiles down at you, moving his fingers through your folds, spreading the wetness around.

“you gonna offer barry a taste?” rafe questions, letting go of your wrists.

“that's your girl man…” barry says, not sure if rafe is trying to set him up.

you reach down anyways, swiping your fingers through your cunt. you hold them out to barry, keeping your eyes on his mouth as he leans over the coffee table separating the couches, wrapping his lips around your fingers. he sucks the juices off your digits, his tongue briefly flicking against your fingertips before he pulls away and sits back.

rafe grabs your hands to hold them behind your back again, not ready to let you move freely as his other hand continues stroking over your pussy.

your eyes stay on barry, even as he spreads his thighs, showing off how hard he is in his shorts.

rafe suddenly pushes a finger into your cunt, making your back curl as you let out a moan.

“happy now, slut?” rafe asks, thrusting his finger with very slight movements. “you got the attention you needed?”

you whine, burying your face in the couch again.

“answer me.” he commands, pulling the finger out and spanking your ass.

“yeah.” you say as rafes finger retakes it's place lodged inside of you. “gonna be real good now.”

“that's what i thought.” rafe grunts.

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Dark! Rafe as a police officer and you as his wife who is innocent

OMLLL it’s giving me red and blue vibes, when i tell u i’m OBSESSED with dark!officer!rafe 😖 PLS send me the darkest thoughts u have on officer/CO rafe i’m begging on my knees….

“i thought you weren’t supposed to be doing that…”

your voice was quiet as you lingered in the doorway. you didn’t usually question your husband, didn’t dare challenge him. he was scary and powerful, and he’d shown you on multiple occasions what standing up to him would cost you, emotionally, verbally and physically.

but seeing the man you married hunched over the coffee table, snorting lines of the same white substance you were sure he’d kicked years ago made you feel extremely uneasy.

last time you’d actually seen rafe snort coke, he’d laid into you so hard in his coke-fueled rage, the only reason you didn’t go to the hospital was because everyone knew you were the sherriff’s wife, and it would be painfully obvious who gave you the busted lip and bruised ribs.

that was at least a year and a half ago, so finding him with a startling amount now told you this couldn’t be his first time relasping.

another loud snort filled the air before rafe finally let out a long sigh, pushing himself to his feet with one hand while the other swiped at his nose, “and why wouldn’t i?”

instantly, you regretted saying anything. your husband’s eyes were already dialated, pupils drowning out the blue hue you always searched for. his shoulders were broad, chest puffed out even more with his bulletproof vest tucked under his uniform. he wiped the tip of his nose again before bringing his hands to rest on his utility belt, a stance you always found to be intimidating.

swallowing hard, you fiddled with your hands in front of you, a sign of your nervousness.

“you’re the sherriff…don’t you get drug tested or something? what if somebody told on you…?”

your question came from a place of genuine concern, but rafe took it as a threat that needed to be addressed instead. cocaine tended to up his paranoia.

“oh?” he questioned, “what? you plannin’ on-on tellin’ on me or somethin’? something i should know about?”

rafe took slow steps towards you that you were sure he intended to intimidate you with, and you couldn’t shake your head fast enough.

“n-no! no, it’s just, i just… i don’t wanna see you get in trouble, s’all…”

suddenly, rafe was right in front of you in no time. you were worried the hand your husband raised would come down across your face, but you let out the breath you were holding when rafe gently caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand instead.

“well, you’re the only one who knows, sweetheart,” he brushed a few strands of hair from your face, and you couldn’t help but wince. “so as long as you keep this pretty little mouth shut,” his fingers moved to graze your lips, thumb tugging lightly on your bottom one, “we shouldn’t have a problem.”

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

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.

jj has like a 6th sense for when you want him to eat you out because you get all squirmy and keep sliding his hands up your skirt when your kissing him

and like he knows, but he’s not doing shit unless you ask 🙄 why? because he thinks it’s funny.

you slide his hands up your skirt for what feels like the 10th time in five minutes, sighing against his lips with a frustrated whine when they slide right back down and clasp behind your knees where you’re straddling him.

“that a happy noise or a sad one?” he asks, playing dumb. you pull away from him, watery eyes staring at him pointedly as you try and push his hands up your skirt where you needed him — only for him to fight his hand out, coming up to clasp both of your cheeks instead.

“jayj, you know…” you whimper, and he squishes your cheeks.

“i’m,” he kisses your lips. “not. doing. shit. ‘til. you. use. your. words.” each word is punctuated by a kiss and you groan, gyrating on his lap with the hopes to convince him.

“jayj please…”

“jayj please what?”

“please eat me out.” you quietly request after a pause and he grins, grabbing you by the hips and flipping you round completely so you’re on your back on the couch, making you yelp in surprise.

“there y’are. now was that so hard?” he hooks his fingers into your panties beneath your skirt, starting to drag them downwards as he slides further down your body where you recline.