Pool Party

Movie Night

Warnings: mutual masturbation with JJ🥵

I shifted in my spot as the sex scene in this action movie captured my attention more than I realized. It was damn good. I almost couldn’t believe that it was fake. I almost didn’t register the hand slipped between my parted thighs until pressure was applied to my clit. I gasped, unable to tear my eyes from the screen as I pictured myself instead.

The female lead was being feasted on so ravenously by a hot naked male that my clit throbbed in sync with her cries and moans. The pressure on my clit became rougher and I risked a glance to my left, seeing JJ equally focused on the screen, my eyes locking on the massive tent in his sleep shorts.

I looked back to the screen just as the guy climbed up her body, tangled his tongue with hers before thrusting his body forward. I jerked into JJs hand, whimpering as I neared my edge.

I didn’t think as I shifted closer and reached for him. JJ sucked in a breath as my nails grazed the skin below his navel and the soft hair there before dipping lower into his shorts. We both groaned as I wrapped my hand around his impressive girth and stroked him from root to tip, trying to keep up with the tempo of the movie and his fingers.

“Shit.” JJ bit out, his length pulsing in my hand as we kept our eyes on the screen. The couple had rolled and now she was riding him, her glorious tits bouncing on the screen. There was cool air then his fingers were in my shorts, sliding inside me with ease and hooking towards my sweet spot. I bucked, my head threatening to drop back on the couch from the intensity of it all.

It took me a moment to realize I’d stopped stroking him and I quickly withdrew, spat in my hand, and began again. JJ moaned, making me clench around his fingers as my release neared it’s edge. My limbs trembled and my nipples were painfully hard. I was ready to burst at the seems and scream the house down as I made myself keep stroking him.

“Finish me with your hand or I’m going to do that to you.” JJ bit out, eyes locked on the screen where the girl was now pinned on her stomach beneath the guy as he pounded her into the mattress, their cries sending me over the edge. I came hard, my grip tightening on JJ’s length until he cried out and spilled. JJ pressed his palm hard to my pulsing clit as I stroked him until he was panting and shaking as the last drops of him coated my hand.

The scene changed and we both slowly withdrew our hands, clarity washing over me. My cheeks flushed as he brought his cum coated fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes still on the damn movie. I looked down at my own cum coated fingers, most of his release in his boxers but still enough that needed cleaned up.

I stared at the side of his face as I brought each finger to my mouth and cleaned his release off them. His nostrils flared, his lips thinning into a tight line until I ran my tongue up my palm. His blue eyes finally snapped to mine, the desire burning there had my body pulsing again. I could see the glimmer of regret there though. We hadn’t been thinking. We’d just acted. And tomorrow we’d have to face our friends and pretend we didn’t finally act on months of sexual tension.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” JJ finally said, his voice gruff as he got up, not bothering to conceal the tent there again as he strode from the room.

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daddys home

words: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, establish relationship (theyre married!), dad!rafe, mom!reader, p in v sex (protected), female receiving oral, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, readers stretch marks are described briefly

“when is daddy getting home?” your daughter asks for what feels like the millionth time since rafe left for work this morning.

you sigh, rubbing your forehead, hoping it alieves your splitting headache. “any minute now, poppy. why don't you go get a cup of water for him and leave it on the counter?”

you know that the task will occupy her for some time, having to drag her step stool that she uses when helping you cook around the kitchen to get a cup and fill it.

you let out a breath of relief when you hear rafe pull into the driveway.

“daddy! daddy!” poppy hears the noise as well, running to the garage door, jumping up and down excitedly as she waits for rafe to come in.

she jump-tackles him as soon as he opens the door. rafe laughs, catching her in his arms.

“hi baby.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head, toeing his shoes off onto the mat.

“welcome home.” you say, moving over to rafe, pressing your face into the shoulder that poppy isn't currently resting hers against.

“you okay?” rafe whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. he sets poppy down carefully, only half listening as she begins to tell him about getting rafe a water all by herself like a big girl.

“yeah, she's just been… a lot today.” you sigh, wrapping your arms around rafes waist, snuggling into his warm body.

“hey, poppy. wanna spend the night at aunt wheezies?” rafe asks.

“yes! yes! yes!” poppy screams, quickly flying up the stairs to her room with her unstoppable toddler energy to pack a bag.

“thank you.” you look to rafe, taking a moment to press a kiss to his lips.

“wheeze has been begging to have her over, she'll be so happy.” rafe says, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “and you can get a real break.”

“god, i need it too.” you laugh, pulling away from rafe but not before giving him another kiss. “i love poppy to death, but she can be so exhausting some days.”

“aw, baby.” rafe coos. “why don't you go get in the bath, ill help poppy pack a bag then take her over the wheezies.”

“mmm, sounds perfect, can't wait to spend a night just us.” you wink at rafe before both heading further into the house and up the stairs. poppy has had a string of clinginess lately, especially at night knowing you and rafe are just down the hall, so she fakes nightmares to sleep in your bed.

it's nice having her so close, but at the same time you haven't been intimate with rafe in months.

“poppy.” you call into her room, seeing her stuffing pajamas into her backpack. “you be good for auntie wheezie, okay? ill pick you up in the morning and if you behaved, we can go to the park.”

“okay, mommy.” poppy nods, a serious look on her face.

“daddy is gonna help you pack then take you over.” you finish, looking to rafe.

“thank you again babe.” you whisper, rubbing your thumb over his cheek before heading towards your bedroom. you turn on the hot tap in the master bath, letting the jacuzzi tub fill as you scrounge in the cabinets for your epsom salt.

you let out a groan when you sink into the bath, eyes closing as you relax into the hot water, your muscles finally getting a break after entertaining poppy all day.

you relax in the bath until the water starts to turn room temperature. you pull the drain before getting out, toweling yourself dry. you go through your skincare routine quickly before pulling your robe on.

you exit the bathroom to see rafe on the bed, back against the headboard, having changed out of his work clothes to sweats.

“was she excited?” you question.

“poppy or wheezie?” rafe jokes, a soft smile on his face. “both of them were so excited, but i think wheeze might have more fun than poppy does.”

“that's good.” you laugh before taking a deep sigh.

“how are you feeling now?” rafe asks, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. you move to stand in front of him, letting your knees press into the side of the mattress.

“a million times better. no more headache.”

“good.” rafe tugs at the strap on your robe, not hard enough to undo it, but making his intentions clear. “wanna lay down?” 

“just lay down?” you smirk, raising one eyebrow.

“if that's what you want,” rafe takes your hands in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin. “mrs. cameron.”

“i want you.” you tell rafe, taking your hand out of his grasp to tug your robe open, revealing yourself to him. you slide the fabric off your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

“you're so beautiful.” rafe says, eyes sweeping over your naked body. he rubs a hand over your stomach, the small lines running over your skin, the physical reminder of your pregnancy.

“this part of you is the most beautiful.” rafe leans forward, kissing the stretch marks. “because it shows that you carried our daughter. kept her safe inside you for nine months until he she was ready to see the world.”

“you're gonna make me cry.” you sniffle, feeling tears start to form.

“wanna make you cry a different way.” rafe says, standing up suddenly while turning you swiftly, pushing your hips down so now you're the one sat on the edge of the mattress.

rafe sinks down to his knees, spreading your thighs open for him, revealing your cunt.

“you know-” you gasp when rafe begins to kiss along your inner thighs, inching closer to your center. “i was worried when i first got pregnant that you wouldn’t be attracted to me after i gave birth.”

“really?” rafe questions. “why would you ever worry about something as impossible as that?”

“pregnancy brain.” you shrug, eyes fluttering closed as rafe spreads your thighs further, wrapping his hand around your ankle and bringing your heel up onto the bed.

“well, mrs. cameron-” rafe leans in, licking a stripe straight through your folds. “no need to worry anymore, i find you very attractive.”

you smile, bringing one hand to rafes hair, clutching it between your finger as he dives in, tongue swiping through your wetness, tasting you on his tongue. rafe works his way up from your entrance to your clit before lapping over the sensitive skin there.

“taste so good mama.” rafe hums, letting his tongue flick and play with your clit. you let out a cry, glad that you’re able to be as loud as you want with poppy out of the house.

“more.” you whine.

“all these years later, carrying my baby and you're still my little slut.” rafe tsks, bringing his finger to your entrance and plunging it in, thrusting in and out slowly as his lips wrap around your clit, giving gentle sucks to build you up, tease you.

“can’t wait for you to fuck me.” you toss your head back, pushing your hips even further into rafes face.

“yeah, you miss my cock?” 

“all the time.” you whine, bringing your other foot onto the bed as well, spreading your knees wide open to give rafe even more space to work into you as he adds a second finger.

“you think after being married for five years you’d be sick of me.” rafe jokes, but you shake your head.

“never, daddy.” the nickname impacts rafe differently now that he is actually a dad, knowing it comes from a different place.

“god, i was gonna have you cum on my tongue three times before i fucked you, but i need you too badly.” rafe stands up, but not before pressing another kiss to your clit, now puffy and red from the attention.

rafe hesitates before reaching for the nightstand drawer, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, but before you can comment on it, he is removing his clothes and rolling the condom onto his length and lining himself up with your cunt. 

he rubs briefly through your folds before pushing in, sinking into your pussy. you let out a loud moan, unafraid to get interrupted by your daughter as rafe copies your moan right back.

“such a perfect pussy for me baby.” rafe coos, beginning to pump his hips forward. you wrap your legs around his hips as he leans forward, pushing until your back is resting against the sheets. he hovers over you, pressing your lips together. 

you moan into his mouth, moving your hips up and down in sync with his thrusts. your bare chests are rubbing together, yours still slightly damp from the bath. your nipples catch as rafe moves, making you whimper.

“so big.” you cry out, hands moving along rafes back, feeling the cords of muscles as they stretch with his movements.

“filling you up real good, huh?” rafe smirks, cocky that he can still get you in this state just from his dick.

“so good.” you turn your head to bite rafes earlobe, tugging on it. “you know,-” you gasp when rafe speeds up. “this is the same position we were in when i got pregnant with poppy.”

you remember the night well, when you ran out of condoms and decided together fuck it, were married, and you were blessed with your little girl soon after.

“yeah? want me to take the condom off mama? fill your belly up again?” rafe asks, moving a thumb to your clit, rubbing it quickly.

“yeah, daddy, yeah i do- fuck!” your back arches off the bed as rafe pumps faster, your body quivering as his thumb strokes you to orgasm, the tightening of your cunt causing him to spill into the condom.

rafe breaths heavily, hips slowly grinding into you as you work through your highs.

rafe pulls out as you try to stop your deep gasps of breaths. he pulls the condom off and tosses it in the trash can before climbing back onto the bed, flopping down next to you.

“were you serious?” rafe asks.

you don't need any more context to know exactly what rafe is referring to.

“i wouldn't mind having another baby.” you say honestly. “besides, poppy will start kindergarten in around a year, so think about in around nine months having another little one.” you feel yourself already beginning to tear up at the thought, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“oh, baby.” rafe coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead and pulling you into him. “well, since poppy is still at aunt wheezies…” rafe trails off, moving his hand from your waist lower to cup your pussy. “we can get trying right now.”

“it only took you one try for poppy.” you remind rafe, slinging your leg over rafes body, twisting yourself to sit on top of him, rubbing your cunt over his length.

“yeah…” rafe places his hands on your hips, flipping you over so your back is against the bed. “but maybe i want more than one try.” rafe says as his cock slides back inside of you.

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too nice

words: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

rafe perving on his step mom since like forever and he knows ward is out of town and catches step mom off gaurd by jerking off in ward/readers shared bed when reader gets out the shower

this is something i’ve been wanting to write but i’ve been lazy LOL

dis was hottttt 🤭 (tw masturbation, stalking/creept/pervy behavior from dark!rafe, reader is much younger than ward and prob less than 10 years older than rafe, shhhh just act like it makes sense ok)

leaving the door to your ensuite cracked was a mistake you would’ve corrected if you realized your step-son was going to be home today.

the sound of the water trickling down from the faucet and landing on the shower floor had drowned out any sounds rafe made when he crept into your room, dropped his pants and sank down onto the bed you shared with his father. he planted himself in the perfect spot, offering him a view of you behind the steamy shower glass through the cracked door.

the lotion in his palm was smoothed over his dick, which was already standing straight up at just the thought of his step-mother’s naked body on the other side of the steamed glass.

rafe pumped at his shaft gingerly at first, easing his hand over his tip and twisting it up and down his length until he started to get into a good rythym, then his hand picked up its pace.

he continued like this for minutes, hunched over the edge of the bed, free hand alternating between gripping the side of the sheets that you slept on and massaging his balls when they felt tight.

rafe’s so caught up in his sick deed that he doesn’t even hear the water shut off, doesn’t hear you pull the door open and step into the large room.

but he can’t miss the startled scream you let out, and his eyes flutter open to find you standing in the doorway, clutching your towel to your wet body as your breathing picked up.

rafe wasn’t nearly as freaked out as you were. in fact, your step-son seemed eerily calm, like he hadn’t just been caught jerking off in his father’s bed, the same bed that you slept in.

“are you kidding me?!” you brought a hand up to shield your eyes from the sick sight in front of you. “you’re digusting! get the hell out of my room!”

the boy only let out a long sigh of frustration, rolling his eyes and reluctantly dragging his boxers back up his legs, containing his still prominant erection back in the thin fabric. “relax,” he slurred, “quit freakin’ out.”

“quit freaking out?” you repeated his words in disbelief, “get out!” when the blonde simply sat and stared at you, you nodded your head and turned back towards the bathroom. “i’m just gonna call your father.”

the threat pushes rafe to his feet, and he’s easily able to clear the space between you two in seconds.

he stops you with a tight grip on your wrist, taking you closer to him. “yeah, i don’t think you wanna do that,” he spoke so lowly, and you felt so uncomfortable being this close to rafe. he looked even scarier towering over you, and your uneasiness was elevated when you tried to tug your wrist free from his grip, to no avail. “y’think i dunno what happened to wheezie’s little secret stash?”

you swallowed hard at that, clutching your towel tighter to your chest, and rafe smirked. “yeah, gotcha there, huh? you might have my dad fooled… but you’re not foolin’ me, sweetheart.” you cringed at the petname, futilely attempting to tug your arm away from your step-son again.

“you tell my dad about this, and i’ll tell him about his gold-digging whore of a wife stealing money from his own daughter. your choice.”

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He's Mine

Summary: New girl moves to the obx and thinks she can steal JJ from you. Little does she know that JJ is absolutely obsessed with you.

Warnings: New girl being a fake bitch, JJ is obsessed with you, unwanted flirting, fluff, heavy make out, dirty talk, all characters are 18

A/n: This is my first mini series! I didn't want to make this super long so I decided to cut it into parts.

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"You're so hot. Have I told you that today?" JJ asks, as he parks the car, looking over at you.

"Yes J. That's like the fifth time you've said it during the drive over here," you giggle. He gets out of the car and rushes to your side to open your door.

"I just gotta make sure my girl knows her worth." He smacks your butt with a cheeky grin before connecting your hands. You begin to walk up the porch steps of the chateau, still hand in hand.

"Sup Bree. Where's everyone else?" JJ greets his friend who is on the couch on the porch.

"They're coming later. Kie had to work at the Wreck, Pope had to drop off groceries for Heyward, and Sarah's on her way," John B replies. You both nod in acknowledgement.

"Well, I'm getting a beer," he gestures inside, "you want one baby?" he turns to you. You nod and he gives you a kiss on the cheek before heading inside to grab two cold beers. You move to sit on the couch opposite from John B.

"Oh yeah! Sarah's bringing her new neighbor with her. That alright with you?" John B asks you. Even though she's already on her way, you say yes anyway.

Right after your response, Sarah's car pulls up. The passenger door opens to reveal a girl around your guys' age. She was pretty. She had long blonde hair, a little lighter than Sarah's.

"Hey guys! This is Bianca," Sarah gestures to the girl.

"Hey, I'm John B and this is Y/n" he gestures to you. She waves at you with a sweet smile.

"Hi, it's lovely to meet you both," she smiles. Even if you didn't know she was Sarah's neighbor, you could tell she was a kook from a mile away. Her outfit screamed country club. And her jewelry looked like it cost more than the chateau.

"Yo, you need to buy more beer-" JJ pauses when he sees a random girl standing on the porch. "Um hello?" he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"And that's JJ" John B points to his friend. Bianca's freezes when she turns and sees the blonde boy in front of her, she’s completely love struck.

"JJ, this is my new neighbor-" Before Sarah could introduce her friend, Bianca cuts in.

"Bianca. I'm Bianca" she says in a flirty tone, holding out her hand. JJ moves one of the beers to his other arm and shakes her hand with a tight smile.

You frown when you notice the way she's looking at him. She looks at him like she wants to jump his bones. You know your boyfriend is jaw droppingly beautiful, but she's looking at him like she wants him. You didn't like that.

JJ lets go of her hand and plops down next to you. He hands you your beer, which he opened for you. He mutters a "here ya go princess," and drapes his arm over your shoulder. You watch as Bianca's smile falters. You hide your smirk by sipping on your beer.

"Please, sit down" John B gestures to a chair between the two couches. Sarah takes a seat next to John B while Bianca takes the chair.

For the next hour or so, you tried your best to ignore how Bianca was behaving around JJ. Every time he said something, she would be way too attentive, keeping her eyes on him the whole time, lips perked up slightly, batting her eyelashes. You hated it. No one was supposed to look at him like that besides you. Except you weren't cringe about it.

At one point, you said a joke which caused JJ to laugh hysterically. "Good one baby" he mutters before kissing your forehead. You don't miss the way Bianca glares at you, then smiling when she sees you look at her.

"So how long have you been together?" She asks it in an overly nice voice.

"4 years, but our 5 year anniversary is coming up," JJ answers. He pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head.

She nods and then you add "we've been together since middle school." You try to subtly tell her to back off and that he's yours by leaning your head on his shoulder.

She only gives you a fake smile and says "well isn't that cute." Nobody else seems to notice how fake she's being except for you. It's really starting to piss you off.

Throughout the hour that she's been there, you've slowly become clingier to JJ. Not that he minded of course, he loves having you touch him. In fact, there are some times when he wishes he could attach himself to you and become one.

John B was busy talking about something that happened at work when Bianca's phone chimed. "Oh I'm so sorry! I hate to cut this short but I forgot I was supposed to go shopping with my mom before school starts," she says. You let out an inaudible sigh of relief that she's finally leaving.

"Do you need me to drive you home? It's no problem at all," Sarah offers.

"It's okay, she's just down the street." Soon enough, a shiny new Tesla pulls up in front of the Chateau. Bianca gathers her things and begins to pass the couches. "Thank you again for inviting me Sarah," she gives Sarah a hug, "and it was lovely to meet you all."

She gives one last look at JJ and then, not so subtly, sneering at you. She walks back down the steps and you couldn't be more glad.

"Oh sorry!" you turn to see Kie and Pope have finally arrived. Kie's arms were full of food from the Wreck. "Who the hell was that?" she gestures to the girl walking back to the fancy car and sets the food down.

"Sarah's new neighbor" John B replies.

"New bitch" you mutter.

"Woah! What the hell happened?" Pope was shocked at the sudden vulgar words.

"She was totally checking out JJ! With that 'Hi I'm Bianca tell me more about your adventures JJ' flirty shit" You bat your eyelashes as you mock her.

"I don't think she was flirting, just being nice. And for the record, I like to consider my adventures to be pretty interesting" JJ adds, stroking your hair.

"I saw it JJ! She was into you!" you exclaim. He just holds you tighter against him, allowing you to lean further into his touch.

-

When Monday came around and you had to go to school, you were furious when you saw who was in class with JJ. JJ had this class by himself, you nor the pogues had it with him. He was all alone...with her.

"It'll be fine baby. It's just an hour." He saw the way you glared at the girl taking her notebook out at a desk.

"What is she even doing here? She's a kook!" You tell your boyfriend, ignoring his attempts at reassuring you.

"You're a kook too love," he says through furrowed eyebrows.

"I wasn't always. I only reached kook status a few years ago when my dad got the lawyer job. Plus I've always gone to this school."

"Y/n," he cups your cheeks, "my beautiful girl, I love you and only you. There is nothing to be worried about." He moves your face to look at him again after you glare at her during his speech. "If it'll make you feel better, I'll sit in the farthest seat from her. I can't stand seeing my girl upset." He lifts your frown so you're smiling, causing you to laugh.

"Yeah that would make me feel better," you tell him.

"Then it's settled," he gives you a forehead kiss, "I gotta go but I'll see you later yeah?" You nod and give him a long kiss, one he happily leans into. For obvious reasons, you didn't see Bianca glaring at you through the window of the classroom.

You reluctantly separated from JJ, pouting when you had to go to your class and he had to go his. With her. You know JJ is deeply in love with you, borderline obsessed, but it still made you uneasy knowing she liked him. He's yours.

Unfortunately for JJ when he walked into class, the only available seat was next to Bianca. 'Shit', he thought to himself. He looked around the room again only to find out that the seat was indeed the only available one. He took a deep breath and hesitantly sat next to Bianca.

"Oh! Hi JJ!" Bianca greets with a huge smile.

"Hey! Uh, what was your name again?" For the life of him, JJ could not remember her name, he was still hazy from your kiss. That tends to happen a lot for him. The only name that crosses his mind was "bitch" but he's obviously not gonna say that.

Bianca's smile faltered but she picked it right up, "It's Bianca."

"Oh right! Sorry about that" he gave her a guilty smile and turned back to the front of the class.

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"That's fucking hilarious!" You laughed when JJ told you what happened. He was relieved you weren't upset when he said he had to sit next to her. You knew it wasn't his fault and he would've sat somewhere else if he had the chance. Sometimes he forgets how understanding you are, he still wasn't used to that.

"I felt so bad! I blame you cupcake," he points a finger at you, who is still laughing.

"What? Why me?!" You ask through your giggles, trying to regain your breath.

"Your fucking kiss got me all hazy and shit. I can't think straight when you kiss me!"

"That sounds like a you problem J" you point a finger right back at him. He grabs it and kisses it, then sliding his hand into yours.

"The only way to help solve this problem is to kiss me again. Make me feel better." He walks you closer to the tree you stood behind, blocking you from any onlookers.

"That makes no sense-" he cuts you off by slamming his lips onto yours. You and JJ designated this spot for this very purpose. Lunch was the only time you could really spend time together and talk during school hours. You love the pogues but sometimes you just want to make out with your boyfriend with no interruptions.

"Hi John B," Bianca greets her friend's boyfriend at a table.

"Oh hey Bianca! This is Kie and Pope," he introduces the other two pogues she didn't get to properly meet. They both greet her but she hardly pays any attention to them. She doesn't see the blonde boy that's been on her mind all weekend.

"Where's JJ?" She tries to sound nonchalant about it. Fortunately for her, the pogues don't notice her disappointment.

"Probably having a quickie with Y/n-"

"John B!" Kie slaps his shoulder, "JJ and Y/n usually hang out at that tree for some alone time." She gestures to a tree farther from the tables.

"Having a quickie-"

"Dude!" Pope is the one to slap his friend this time. When the pogues turn back to the girl, she's gone. They shrug it off and continue their conversation.

JJ's tongue was swirling around yours, he pulled you impossibly closer to him. You moan against his lips, drawing a groan from his throat. "If there were no consequences, I'd fuck you right up against this tree right now. In front of everyone," he mutters against your lips. "I'd fuck you so good baby."

"Hi JJ." You both pull away and look at the source of the voice. Both of your lips are red and swollen, hair is messed up from running each other's fingers through it. Of course it's that bitch. You roll your eyes, clearly upset that she interrupted your make out session.

"Um hi?" His voice was a little raspy and his mind was hazy again. Bianca ignored the look the two of you gave her and began speaking again.

"I talked to Mr. Anderson after class and he said I should talk to a student to help catch me up," she told him. "I was wondering if you would be able to do it."

JJ looked at you and saw how irritated you were getting, then turned back to Bianca. "Shouldn't that be his job though? He's the teacher." He didn't mean to come off as rude but he was also upset that he had to stop kissing you.

"He said it would probably be better to have a student explain it in easier terms." You could see right through the bullshit. That doesn't even make any sense, she just wants to spend alone time with JJ. Your JJ.

To prove your control over him, you began kissing his neck. You didn't care that there was an audience, she needed to get the hint. "Um- I- well-" JJ began stuttering. Fuck he wanted to take you home and fuck you until you couldn't walk so badly.

"Sure whatever" he tilted his head up to give you more access. He really didn't want to help her but he needed her to leave you two alone.

"Great! Is tomorrow fine?" She completely ignored the fact that you were giving him hickies. That wasn't the only fact she ignored.

"Yeah yeah whatever." He didn't wait for her to leave before he connected your lips once more. "I'm taking you home as soon as school ends," he groans. You nod and reconnect your lips.

Unfortunately, the kiss only lasted a minute because the bell rang, signifying that lunch had ended. Fortunately though, you and JJ did have this next class together.

From the moment Bianca saw JJ, she knew she had to have him. To say she was upset when she found out he was dating you would be an understatement. She knew she'd be better for him. She could make him feel things that you couldn't. From then on, she swore to herself,

'I will make him mine'

Part 2 coming soon

professor's wife - rafe cameron

warnings: hinted smut, cursing

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

"hey, get in line!" a firm hand touched your shoulder, making you halt. you turned your head and it was only at that moment that you saw a long line of queue waiting in front of the office.

"oh no, you might have misunderstood. i'm not a student, i just need to-" you started to explain to the girl in the nicest way possible but she was quick to interrupt you, chewing and popping her chewing gum as she gave you a once-over.

"stop acting dumb." she spat out "if you want to see professor cameron, that's the end of the line." she pointed at the end of the corridor and gave you a light shove to tell you to not waste her time.

you stared astonished at her rude behavior but you didn't want to make a scene in front of all these college students. so you slowly retreated.

"do you think he's married?" the blonde's friend's question caught your attention and you pretended to look through your purse to get to know more.

"who cares. i can have him if i want." she laughed in a high pitched voice as she unbuttoned her blouse and lifted her skirt, leaving little to the imagination.

you couldn't believe your ears. but to your surprise, her friends seemed used to her blunt flirting.

suddenly, the door of the office opened, making you jump. all the chatting stopped as their professor walked out of the room.

"professor, i really really need your help." the girl from before almost threw herself on rafe, giving him sweet eyes and making you fume.

he didn't seem to notice her as his eyes immediately landed on your figure, not expecting to see you there.

"honey." he approached you in long fast steps, a smile adorning his face. "what are you doing here? i thought you were taking the boys to school." he lowered his figure to reach your height and pecked your lips.

"well, someone was in a rush this morning and forgot his lunch." you said in embarrassment, your cheeks heating up. there were so many people watching you, which made you fidgety.

the girl's face turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost but she couldn't detach her eyes from you.

"c'mon, let's get inside." he pulled you into his office and dismissed his students with a wave of his hand.

it wasn't your first time at the college where he taught but you've never been to his office.

"im sorry sweetheart, i had no idea you were waiting outside." he mumbled against your lips, only pulling away when he noticed you were out of breath.

you attempted to reply but rafe's lips on your neck and the feeling of his hands all over your body only made you whine.

"rafe, stop." you giggled as he positioned your smaller body on his lap.

"i cant get enough of you, pretty girl." he caressed your cheek, causing you to hide your face in his chest. after all these years together and married, you were still so shy, blushing every time your husband touched you.

you raised your head to steal a curious glance at him and began leaving shy little marks on his neck, feeling him stiff beneath you.

"sweetheart, im not saying that i dont like it but what's gotten you so needy?" he laughed, throwing his head back. you were acting unusual.

in your many years of relationship, rafe was the touchier one. sucking and biting every part of your body.

you felt silly now. and without looking him in the eyes you confessed the scene that unfolded in front of his office just a few minutes earlier.

you expected rafe to laugh in your face but all he did was to grab your face, pulling you in another wet, long kiss.

"fuck, you're so damn cute. my girl is jealous?" he said between kisses. "the only girl i've ever wanted to bend over my desk is and will only be you."

you left the room disheveled, your hair and lipstick messy, with rafe trailing behind you with a proud smile, and everyone could tell what happened, looking away in embarrassment.

it was only when you got home that you realized that you forgot to give your husband his lunch box.

you received a text from rafe "thank you honey, lunch was delicious."

he was so cruel.

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breeding session

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only! smut, somnophilia, kind of dubcon?, established relationship (theyre married), unprotected sex, p in v sex, fingering, breeding, pregnancy mentions

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rafe hums the ending of the song that was playing in the car as he enters the house, tossing his keys into the tray that catches all the junk upon entering your home. he toes his shoes off, eyes searching for you.

usually you'd run up to rafe the second you hear the door open, greeting him with a kiss and asking him how his day was. you've been married for almost a year, and still feel the same excitement every time you see him, the spark of exhilaration that he brings out in you.

“baby?” rafe calls softly as he moves through the house, not wanting to wake you if you decided to nap while he was out golfing. he knows you get so sleepy, almost always around the same time of day, and while you manage to power through the tiredness some days, most of the time you succumb and end up taking a nap so deep that you are near unwakeable.

rafe looks for you in the living room before heading up the stairs, smiling to himself when he sees you lying on the bed on top of the covers, legs curled up as you doze.

rafe doesn't bother to quiet his footsteps as he heads over to give you a kiss on the top of the head, smoothing his hand over your hair. he knows how hard it is to wake you up during these naps, so there's no way some noises from him would pull you from your slumber. sometimes he worries even a fire alarm wouldn't get you up.

rafe takes off his golf shirt to change into something new, keeping his eyes on you, your small body on his bed. he frowns at your flat stomach, covered by a soft dress that you like to wear around the house due to the warm temperatures in the outer banks. you've been trying to get pregnant for almost a month now, currently with no success. you and rafe had what you expected to be a long conversation about the right time to have kids, but turned out to be very short when you were on the exact same page.

rafe sighs as he moves towards the closet doors to toss his shirt in the hamper, again turning to look back at you as he unbuttons his pants, shoving them down his legs. rafe thinks he spots something, kicking the pants away as he moves to the bed to inspect closer.

he crawls from the bottom of the bed to where you are curled up, letting out a low moan when he flips the bottom of your dress up, the flowy fabric moving easily to reveal that you weren't wearing any panties underneath.

rafe leans back to get a better view as he places one hand on your ass, pulling it upward to reveal your cunt to him, which was hidden by your thighs.

rafe instantly starts to swell in his pants, his eyes glancing between your flat stomach that he feels should be swelled with his child already, and your delicate cunt, such a gorgeous soft peach color that it's nearly irresistible to him.

rafe pauses to think to himself. you've made it very clear that you want to be pregnant, and surely he would just be doing his husbandly duty if he fucked you right now, filling you up and letting his cum take while you slept peacefully.

rafe gets off the bed to take his underwear off, not touching his cock until he's back kneeling on the mattress. he plants his hand on your ass again, your pussy looking delectable as his free hand grips his dick, beginning to stroke gently. 

he moves along his length until his cock reaches full hardness, rubbing his thumb against your skin to calm you, but you don't even budge, even as rafe let's out low moans, his hips pushing forward into his hand, fucking his fist faster as he imagines being inside you once you are pregnant, well and truly his.

rafe let's go of his cock before he cums too soon. he never had a problem with bursting early before you, but something about your perfect little body, something about your sweet innocence that turns him on to such an extreme amount. 

rafe keeps one hand holding your thighs parted and uses his other to rub his fingers along your folds. he feels your wetness start to grow, your bodies response to the touch, even as your mind is still in dream land.

rafe takes one slender finger, gently pushing inside your entrance, his cock pulsing when he feels how tightly you are squeezing his digit. he twists his hand so his thumb can rub over your clit. rafe expects you to move from this, at least readjust a little, but you lay perfectly still, eyelids not even fluttering.

“fuck, such a perfect pussy.” rafe says to himself, constantly impressed by how wondrous you are. he adds a second finger to your cunt, knowing he would usually work you with one for longer, but you are so relaxed from being in a deep slumber that he knows the stretch isn't painful.

rafe pulls his fingers out, tongue greedily licking your juices up before returning to your pussy. rafe questions laying against the mattress and shoving his face between your thighs and spending however long it takes you to wake up with his mouth licking your folds and sucking on your clit, but the need to fill you up, to breed you, is simply too strong.

rafe scissors his fingers inside of you, watching as your pussy opens up to accommodate him. he licks over his hand again to taste you, even going back to your cunt to swipe his fingertips through your folds, needing even more of your juices on his tongue.

he takes his cock in his hand, rubbing the head through your now slick folds, so warm from being squished in between your thighs while you napped. rafe presses against your entrance, moving slowly as to not wake you as he sinks his cock in.

you make your first noise since rafe came home, a soft little mewl as his cock bottoms out inside your cunt, but your eyes remain firmly closed.

rafe places both his hands on your hips, keeping you in the curled up position that he knows you love to sleep in as he begins to rock into you, not wanting to thrust too roughly pull you out of your nap.

rafe grunts when you squeeze your pussy around him subconsciously. he can feel that you are just getting even wetter, your body calling and craving him even as you are passed out.

he begins to move faster, but keeps himself from fully snapping his hips inside of you, hoping that allows you to remain at rest even while he gets himself closer to cumming.

rafe imagines you once you finally get pregnant, tummy swollen full and breasts heavy. he can't wait to make you a mom, to fulfill that dream of yours, and to raise the best kid. he knew the second he met you that you were the one for him, and he worked hard to get his life on track to meet your standards.

rafe moves a hand to your pussy, rubbing over your clit. he knows you won't be able to orgasm while sleeping, but he at least wants to make you feel good, hoping whatever he is doing is translating to what you're dreaming about.

rafe moves faster now that you've shown what you can sleep through, his cock moving at a blistering pace, leaving your cunt red instead of the delectable peach.

his cock swells inside of you, unable to hold back any longer. rafe can't help himself, looking down at you, his beautiful peaceful sleeping wife, about to get her cunt flooded without even knowing it.

rafe pushes his cock as deep in as if can go, pushing against your cervix as he releases all of the cum he possibly can, your cunt tightening around him, milking his cock clean as you squirm slightly for the first time, but manage to stay asleep.

rafe stays buried in you as he softens, not wanting to pull out yet and let any cum escape. once his breathing has returned to normal, rafe pulls out, his cock flopping down against his thigh.

he spreads your cheeks again, looking at your cunt as a dollop of his cum leaks out. he pushes it back in with his finger instantly, thrusting a few times to fuck it into you.

he flips the skirt back over your bum before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom for a shower, smiling to himself as he feels like this was the time, this was the breeding session that would get you pregnant.

you wake up thirty minutes later, rafe still in the shower enjoying the hot water. you rub your eyes before stretching with a yawn, wondering why your cunt is so sticky.

Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

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Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

Written & Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 17/10/23. Likes, feedback and reblogs are extremely welcomed!!

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Isaac Lahey x Reader : Theft Of The Heart

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Story Summary: You are new at the Beacon Hills High school and catch the attention of a certain lacrosse player. Being too shy to interact properly leads to awkward situations.

Notes: This was in my WIPs for so long omg.

Word count of this fic: 2.6K words. One-shot.

Warnings: None. It’s funny (I hope)  fluff.

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