A Little Less Lonely — Jj Maybank X Reader
a little less lonely — jj maybank x reader
part 2 can be found here
☄. *. ⋆ content warning(s) & genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, adultery mentioned, rebounding, one-sided feelings, explicit sexual content under the cut: unprotected sex, creampie, tit play, overstimulation, squirting — angst, smut
˚♡ ｡˚ synopsis: what better way is there to heal a broken heart than over-complicating things with just a few glasses of wine to start things off?
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things had never been so complicated. under any normal circumstances, people found themselves drawn in by the beauty of the carolina coast. so eager to strip themselves of their everyday stress, all they seeked was a temporary sense of peace—an artificial promise that everything would be alright. maybe not right then and there, because all those problems found a way out the minute sunny, warm skies and salty waves came into the picture. the people were friendly, despite the tension. the food was great, as was the company. there was no better example of the perfect place.
however, bad luck had a way of clinging to those who found themselves with no way out, not even on earth's paradise.
you were never able to figure out where it all went wrong with john b. no matter how many hours you spent thinking about it, let alone distracting yourself from it, you failed to point out where exactly the bridge began to shake. the possibilities were endless. did it have anything to do with sarah's sudden presence amongst the group itself? did it have anything to do with growing tensions between him and rafe? he could've been drained, you could've just grown apart. in the end, he offered no explanation when he chose to end things with you. it was a swift, clean cut.
to be frank, you were feeling quite zen with the entire situation. despite having spent two full years with him, it truly didn't affect you as much as you expected. if you were asked about it two years ago, you'd have thought your life would fall apart. when the moment finally came, you accepted it with a gracious heart, no matter how much you truly yearned for him. you loved him, there was no denying it, but you knew you had no say in the decisions he made. you knew that from the second you met him.
you found yourself in front of his doorstep, offering a few quiet knocks to the wooden door. up until that point, he had returned a two full boxes of a few of your personal belongings he had grown to collect throughout your relationship. a third box with your name on it was waiting for you, just on the other side.
when the door opened, you found yourself face-to-face once more. you offered him a kind smile, gazing up at him. it was impossible to read his expressions, to tell what and how he was feeling. perhaps stoic, maybe sympathetic, even. his eyes were almost soulless, despite the smile he returned.
“hey,” you broke the silence, clasping your hands together. “you have the box, right?” he showed no interest jn accompanying your dialogue, offering only a small nod in response before turning on his heel, heading towards the box. you bit your lip, as if ashamed for giving in so fast, it definitely chipped away at the zen you were feeling just a few minutes prior. thankfully enough, your thoughts didn't offer much consolation for long. loud, angry, familiar voices pierced your ears, you couldn't help but turn in the direction of the source.
the last person you had expected was to see jj, someone you had spent a good portion of your life dating despite the messy ending. you had spent a decent five years with him, no matter how bad the last few months were. he was somewhat of a childhood best friend, with the two of you growing up in the same area, both of your fathers being best friends. after a while, perhaps just before puberty, you grew distant, but when the growth spurts finally hit, you were inseparable. he was your first boyfriend, and you were his first girlfriend. you had gone through so much together, teaching each other the rights and wrongs of a relationship, and you truly expected it to last. everybody did. all of that joyous hope went to waste when he met kiara, leading to the ultimate decision of throwing five years in the water for a cheap one-night stand, which eventually led to a serious relationship over the course of a few days. needless to say, no matter how angry and heartbroken it left you, you remained civil—for everybody's sake.
much like every other day, he wasn't alone. you squinted your eyes amidst the sun's beaming rays, making out kiara's frame trailing behind him, down the stairs of the house's front porch. there was all too much screaming from her side, frantic arm waving, long strings of curses. however, jj wasn't hesitant to retort. you couldn't tell what the argument was about, but the way he stormed off and climbed into the white, worn-out travel van could only tell you one thing—whatever they had going on, was over.
you turned around once again, only this time, returning john b's stare. he had come back, arms wrapped around the box. you didn't know how long he had been standing there, you were more focused on the way the top of the box was sealed shut, your name written atop in big, black letters. “damn, at least we aren't acting like them.” it was your subtly unsubtle attempt to lighten the mood, but no matter how subtle you could be, all john b responded with was a shrug—before closing the door, right in your face.
it wasn't necessarily a feeling of defeat, as much as it was a sign that you needed a glass of wine in your system as fast as possible.
when the sun had finally set, the moonlight gladly took its place, casting shadows alongside your trailer park. you were sat on your dining room chair, a bathrobe hugging you warmly as you crossed your legs, admiring the bottle of cheap wine calling your name. there really wasn't much negotiating needed to win you over—you found yourself reaching for the bottle before you even began thinking about it. maybe that was all you really needed for the zen to reach its full potential.
all that potential may as well have gone to waste when you heard the doorbell ring, a feeling of unease settling. nonetheless, no matter how ticked off, you clutched the front of your bathrobe tightly as you treaded toward the door. “who is it?” you called out, once in front of the door. a sigh was heard at first, but you didn't know what to expect anymore. perhaps john b, perhaps another one of your friends coming in to offer their condolences.
“it's your ex-boyfriend!” the familiar voice practically chirped. of all the unexpected guests you could have had, this one really took the cake. you rolled your eyes as you hesitantly reached for the doorknob. “jj, what do you want?” you were taken aback once you opened the door, taking a step back when you got a good look at jj, two suitcases by his side and a bag slung over his shoulder. he offered you a friendly smile, accompanied by an almost nervous wave.
“you saw the shitshow today, i presume,” he let out a nervous laugh, free hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck. “kiara and i just broke up.”
maybe your conscience truly was getting the best of you, or maybe you were healing. whatever it was, it made you sympathize with him. no matter what the past stated, you couldn't help but return the smile, opening the door just a little bit more as you stepped aside. you knew they've had their fair share of arguments, but you never really expected them to break up. not yet, at least. “oh, well, come on in.”
his gratitude wasn't immediately evident, not as much as his shock. he expected many things, from more yelling to bag-throwing and even hissy fits, but not any acts of kindness.
in no time, you found yourself in his company, right on the chair next to you, and it was time to crack the bottle open. he couldn't help but laugh, seeing you so eagerly fiddle with the corkscrew. it wasn't in a taunting matter, despite the look you shot him, but rather in pale admiration. you had poured yourselves each a glass as you brought your knees back up to your chest, awaiting further explanation from him.
“sorry to come over on such short notice, but i couldn't face going to a motel.” you raised an eyebrow, shooting him a playful look. “that's okay,” you murmured in response, tracing the shape of your glass before leaning it in for another sip. “is there a reason you're crashing here and not at john b's?”
he shrugged, clasping his hands together quietly as he stared into his glass, watching the ripples and bubbles the pale yellow liquid provided. “didn't feel like dealing with his shit today,” he licked his lips as he paused, eyes flickering between you and the glass, as if hesitant. “also, sarah was with him. didn't feel like dealing with her shit either.” the unexpected mention of her name sent a sharp twinge in your chest, and you couldn't help the silent feeling of defeat from pressing into your chest. jj definitely noticed it, his following look all too sympathetic as he watched you down the rest of your wine.
“am i allowed to ask what happened?” you finally broke the silence, head tilted to the side as you locked eyes once more. he laughed, but there was nothing funny about it. “you could ask, but i won't tell.” you quirked an eyebrow up, his tactics all too familiar as you shot him a look of disappointment.
“why not?”
“'cause it's embarrassing.”
“jj, did you cheat again?”
“no,”
“did she cheat?”
“nope,”
“you finally saw her without any makeup?”
it was his turn to shoot a disapproving look of his own, but neither of you could hold back the laughter that followed. despite it all, he shook his head, signalling that the break-up truly must've been something much deeper. “are you okay?” this was the first of your questions that was truly genuine. he nodded, once more. “yeah,” he responded, grabbing ahold of the bottle, filling your glass up alongside his. “it hadn't been working for quite a while. this was inevitable.”
you knew exactly what he meant by that, exactly what he was talking about. it was as if you, too, had sensed quite a while ago that a bad ending was written in the stars for you and john b. “well, these days anybody going through a break-up gets my sympathy.”
jj clicked his tongue before taking another swig of the wine. truly, he had been used to beer up until this point. the taste of grape brought back memories—how you would always have a bottle or two in your fridge while you were together. “that's right,” he responded, leaning back in his chair. “i heard johnnie boy lost feelings.” despite how painful it felt hearing everybody's thoughts out loud, you couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “no, johnnie boy lost love. found it somewhere else.”
it wasn't supposed to be a personal attack on jj's behalf, but the shoe definitely fit. his eyes were filled with a sorrow you never sought to uncover, guilt tugging at his heartstrings. “so, there will be no gloating from me.” you proudly continued, shooting him a smile as you raised your glass. he returned the smile, clinking away with his own glass. “well, here's to no gloating.”
you had explained to him that you were trying to keep a positive outlook on the whole thing, no matter how much it ate away at your pride. you talked and talked, and all he wanted to do was listen. “i even started writing last night,” you continued, downing what was left in what was definitely your fourth glass of wine. “and, well, i think there's a potential book in there.”
he couldn't fight off the pride he felt for you. “a book, really?” you nodded, the last of the bitter juices coating your tongue. “about all my failed relationships.” jj laughed appreciatively.
“you're not writing about me, are you?” he teased, earning him nothing but a humorless retort. “please, you're like the first fourteen chapters.” he grinned, even though he knew what was awaiting him.
“are you gonna be fair?” he asked teasingly. you nodded, just an edge of irony to your words. “i'm gonna be honest.” he feigned a worried sigh at your response, offering a displeased look, “i was afraid of that.”
it was nice to finally get some things off your chest, it was nice having someone to talk to, even if it was your ex-boyfriend. it felt like time was flying, and everything that had been bothering you up until then disappeared. “give me your glass, gotta finish this bottle off,” he insisted, gesturing toward what was left of the bottle, but you couldn't. shouldn't, really. “no way, jj, four glasses is my limit.” you made a weak, tipsy attempt at snatching the bottle away, but he was two steps ahead of you, pulling it away and coming to face you, as if he had a business proposition.
“if you help me finish off this bottle, i'll tell you what happened between me and kiara.” he was good, really good. you couldn't resist it, perhaps his story would provide at least some consolation. “hit me.” and so, he did.
you sipped away at your fifth glass of wine, ignoring the way your mind went fuzzy as the taste overwhelmed your senses once again. once jj had seen how dedicated you were, he smiled. “kiara was making the bed, and found a picture i kept under the mattress,” you shot him a look of surprise as you brought the glass back up to your lips. “a picture i didn't want her to see.”
“what kind of picture?” you questioned, a genuine edge of curiosity to your tone. your first guess would have been some sort of dirty magazine. your only guess, really, but kiara never seemed like the type to make such a big fuss over that. jj lowered his gaze along with the empty glass, only to lock eyes with you, once more.
“it was a picture of you,” he finally admitted. “it's something i like to take a look at every now and then.”
you didn't know how to respond. for the first time in a long time, jj had left you speechless. your reaction wasn't negative by any means, as much as shocked. you could only utter out a small “wow,” with truly nothing else to say. your eyes remained locked as you stared at the man you had once loved more than anyone else in the world, the same one that had truly messed you up in the long run. despite all of it, you harbored no hatred toward him whatsoever. not even to the extent where you found him leaning in, something you would've definitely pushed him away for. the only problem was that you didn't push him away, you found yourself returning the kiss.
however, you were the first to pull away, vision blurry as you both filled each other's ears with drunken laughter. “what the hell was that?” your tone was all but stern. jj leaned back once more. “that was something i've been wanting to do for quite some time.”
you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the stupid sentiment, despite the shared laughter. “oh, that's just you rebounding from kiara.” he shrugged, although he knew it was far from the truth. “so, you're on the rebound from johnnie boy. no harm, no foul.”
what really tipped the scale of morality for you was the fact that you truly had nothing against his proposal. you let out a sigh, “jj, it would be so weird.” he was quick to cut you off before you could rest your case. “we're two old friends who suddenly find themselves single, nothing weird about us helping each other out to be,” he paused, as if trying to find the write words. “a little less lonely.”
resisting would have been the appropriate thing to do. whether the answer was to push him back or pull away, the right thing would've been to resist. it wasn't right, no matter how good it felt or how familiar his touch was, it was morally wrong. it was wrong to use each other, it was wrong to go behind john b's back, just as kiara's. they were your friends. jj was your friend. it didn't matter, because neither of you resisted.
your mouths melded together, creating an all too familiar intimate connection, the air crackling with intensity. you couldn't help but succumb to his magnetic pull, allowing him to weave his fingers into your soft locks of hair. “shit, jay,” you exhaled through a moan, and it was the first time in a long time he's heard thst nickname. it's been years since he's heard it from you. he tapped at your lips with his tongue, eagerly awaiting your access. you gladly obliged, every gram of the guilt that had been building up, finally washing away as he continued to pursue you.
he wrapped his arms around your thighs, sliding you off the chair and into his grasp, not once breaking the kiss. you gasped, saliva trickling down your chin as jj stumbled drunkenly, barely getting it together as he located the entrance to your bedroom. when you fell onto the bed, the kiss finally came to an end, but it was only the beginning. with your head on your pillow and jj on top of you, heat coursed through your veins.
his lips attached themselves to your jaw, peppering kisses along the thin layer of skin. you whined, fingernails gliding down his clothed back as he sucked at your sweet spots. he could read you like a book, knew all of your weaknesses—all of your sweetest, most sensitive points. his tongue travelled further down your neck, veiny hands pulling apart the front of your robe, giving him access to your chest. you swore you heard him growl, but your own moans seemed to block out his noises as he took a tit into his mouth, the rough surface of his tongue circling your nipple before enfulfing the flesh whole.
he was hard, so painfully hard. you knew it, felt it, while he rutted his hips against your bare legs, erection hard against your soft skin. he whined, although he'd never admit it to anyone else. you were all he needed, this was all he'd been waiting for all those years.
“he ever get you wet like this?” the question came out before he could stop himself. there was a specific edge to his voice, a silver lining between curiosity and possessiveness. you couldn't bring yourself to answer, not while he had a hand fondling your tits so roughly, pushing and pinching, the latter rubbing your bare cunt, fingers almost immediately drenching themselves in your juices. all you could do was shake your head.
he was satisfied with the answer, enough to move onto his own clothes. he kept his gaze on your frame, wetting his lips as he took you in—tits bare and hanging out, bite marks littered around your nipples, robe untied, sweat trickling down your stomach, legs spread with your sticky juices coating the outside of your cunt. he peeled his shirt off, followed by the shorts and boxers he had dropped to his ankles.
eager. that's what he was. there was nothing romantic about the way you felt, eyes glued to his dick. you hadn't felt any of it all these years, and though it may have been the alcohol talking, you needed him more than ever. “jay, please,” how was he supposed to say no to such politeness? it wouldn't have been right, not with the way your desperate pleas made him want to ruin all of you.
that's exactly what he had in mind. he grabbed his shaft, lining it up with your entrance, a sigh of relief passing his lips the second he felt your slick coating his tip, and he hadn't even put it in yet. you bit your lip, knowing what was coming, hands pulling him in by his back. with every inch you took, more and more moans spilled out of your mouth. once again, he found himself peppering kisses. this time, on your cheeks. he cooed in your ear, telling you it'd be better soon. “just a few seconds, baby. little more and you'll feel so good,” he slurred.
he was never one to lie. the more you relaxed, the deeper he allowed himself to go. “fucking shit,” he growled, throwing his head back at the familiar feeling of your warmth. you took him well, walls clinging to his shaft, giving him barely the space he needed. you couldn't hold your moans back, and you knew your paper thin walls on the tiny island would do you no justice.
with your nails clawing at his back. he grabbed your legs, placing them over his shoulders to get a better angle going. your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head at the feeling. he drilled into your sopping cunt, hips snapping at an impeccable pace as he chased his high. his balls slammed against your clit, along with his thumb as he pushed his palm into your lower belly, smirking at the way he could practically feel his dick in there. his thumb rubbed at your clit, eliciting the sweetest moans he'd ever hear.
he watched your cunt swallow him whole, the foreign feeling making both of your heads spin. your eyes widened as jj picked up the pace, your heart racing at what was awaiting you. “jj, i gotta pee,” you whined, feet making an attempt to push him away, but it was no use. he shushed you, pressing down on your lower stomach once more. “that's it, fuck.” he quickened his pace, fingers aching as he abused your clit. your orgasm hit you like a brick. your mouth hung open but you remained inaudible, the only focus point being the way your legs shaked as your juices dripped down his shaft.
to add fuel to the fire, instead of stopping, jj began rubbing your clit a second time, flesh slicking the bundle of nerves up with your wetness. he was close, even closer after watching you cum all over his cock. “such a mess.” he teased, and he wasn't wrong. your sheets were soaked, your vision blurry, his pelvis dripping with your arousal.
“hurts so bad.” the sympathy he felt was overwhelming, but he couldn't stop now. he used his free hand to stroke your hair, moving lose strands out of your face. “give me one more, i’m about to cum, baby.” the overstimulation made your eyes water, hips stuttering to meet his powerful thrusts. all he could do was abuse the soft spot inside you, and it didn’t take long before you both came. he buried his face in your neck as he came, burying his cock into your pussy as he emptied all the cum he had to offer, hips stuttering as he moaned. you couldn't pull yourself together at all, head spinning as you did your best to recover.
when he did pull out, you found yourselvee sitting in silence. you were too tired to say anything, only able to turn to your side, eyes begging to be closed. you didn't mind the silence as much as jj did, he watched you closely.
he knew this would be the last of your interactions. he'd go back to kiara, you'd go back to john b. that's the way things would always be, and he knew that. he hated the thought of it, it left him feeling empty. unfulfilled. there was nothing he could do except make the most of the time he had left with you, wrapping his arms around your bare body and pulling you in close as he fought his tears back.
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hii! i love your content and i literally scream with excitement everytime you post :) may i request ethan landry smut?
i was thinking of a plot where reader takes ethan to meet her family for the first time during christmas. she teases him making ethan flustered and a little mad about it? you could do whatever you want to fill in to the story !!
i dont know how to explain it properly, this is my first time ever requesting 😭
scratches down your back — ethan landry
word count: 2,072
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: y/n teases ethan all evening and then he punishes her.
warnings: smut. p in v. masturbation. bondage. unprotected sex. dirty talking.
ETHAN'S GRIP ON THE STEERING WHEEL WAS SO STRONG THAT HIS KNUCKLES TURNED WHITE. His body felt hot and his forehead was covered in sweat. Y/N was looking at him worriedly from the shot-gun seat, a wave of guilt rushing through her body. They were parked in front of Y/N's parents' house and Ethan was having a nervous meltdown.
"Eth, it's totally fine if you're not ready for this. I'm sure my parents will understand." she said caressing his knuckles softly.
His hands relaxed and he shook his head. "No, I want to meet them. I'm just really nervous and scared."
"Love, you know that you don't need to win them over, right? Because you already have. I'm always sending them pictures of our dates, and tell them how you spoil me and you don't even know how often I tell them how amazing you are and how much I love you. They love you, Eth. They only want me to be happy," she kissed his cheek and made him look her in the eyes as she said "and hell, Ethan, you make me so happy that my chest hurts."
That made Ethan smile and feel like doing cartwheels. Y/N always said the exact words to calm him down. “Okay. I’m ready.” he nodded. Y/N turned around to open the door but he stopped her, making her furrow her brows. “I love you.”
No matter how many times they had told each other those three words, she still felt like melting into a puddle everytime. It was the way his voice softened and his eyes glistened like snow—they showed they weren’t empty words, he meant them and felt them with his whole heart.
“I love you, too. More than anything.”
When they finally entered the house, all his fears washed away. Y/N’s parents greeted him like he was an old friend and made him feel more at home than his own parents. For the first time in very long time, he didn’t feel alone during holidays. His heart warmed everytime he stole glances at his girlfriend’s concentrated expression as she made gingerbread cookies, or when he witnessed the way her whole face lit up when she watched him exchange words with her parents. But mostly, his heart warmed at the way they made him feel like he was a part of the family, like he had always been part of the family.
Y/N could see that too, and it was the best feeling in the world. Ethan deserved to be surrounded by people who loved and cared about him, and as long as Ethan let her be around him, she would ensure he got everything he deserved. He would always have someone to go home to.
His laugh brought her out of her sappy thoughts. God, how much she loved his laugh. It was deep and full of life, and it made creases appear by his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to press her lips against them.
Y/N faked an annoyed expression once she realized her mother and Ethan were laughing at her. They had been exchanging embarrassing stories about her and laughing their asses off together, like they were long-time best friends.
“No, no. Please continue laughing at me like I’m not even here.” she said feigning hurt.
“I’m sorry, love. But really? You climbed the wall to the neighbor's backyard? You little trespasser.” Ethan said smiling at her.
“I was 10! And bored. And the asshole left his dog there so I thought—he must not be at home and the dog is as lonely as I am, and I wanted to play with him.”
“Aw, babe, you make trespassing look adorable.” he said as he stood up and walked towards her around the counter. He hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder.
“Yes, but then the neighbor caught her and she started calling him out for leaving the dog outside alone. I swear I’ve never seen a forty-year-old man so intimidated by a little girl.” her mother said and started laughing with Ethan.
“That sounds like something she would still do.” Ethan said between laughter. Her mother nodded in agreement.
“Okay, stop it you two. I don’t like this little alliance.” Y/N frowned.
Her mother blew her a kiss before standing up. “I’m going to check on your father.”
Once her mother was out of the kitchen, Y/N turned around to face her grinning boyfriend “Bonding with my mother over making fun of me? Not cool, Ethan.”
“I’m sorry. It was a really adorable story, tho. You’re so cute.”
Y/N started kissing his neck and once she reached his weak spot, she started sucking the skin in there. Ethan’s hands gripped her hips tightly and he let out a quiet moan. Her lips trailed upwards, kissing his Adam apple, jawline and finally met his lips.
Her hand, which was resting on his firm chest, slowly moved down until it made contact with his hard on. He gasped in surprise and stopped the kiss. “Babe, what are you doing?”
“Me? Nothing.” she shrugged innocently, feeling his dick pulsing against her knuckles. His breathing quickened and he had to bit his lower lip to not make any sound.
“Please….”
“Please what?” she said in a whispery breath. “Do you want me to touch you?” Ethan nodded desperately, his eyebrows furrowed with agony. “I’m sorry, babe. You’ll have to wait until dinner’s over.”
“Okay.” he wasn’t exactly happy about it, but he understood they couldn’t do anything while her parents were on the next room.
Apparently, Y/N wasn't on the same page and she continued to tease him throughout dinner. At first, he didn’t think anything when she put her warm hand on his knee, but then she slowly drew her index finger up. This time, she didn’t just brush her knuckles against his bulge, she massaged it with her whole palm to the point that Ethan began to leak inside his boxers. And then, she went one step forward and sneaked her hand inside his pants and underwear to stroke his dick.
Ethan bit the inside of his cheek so hard it drew blood, but continue to do it to stop the whimpers that threatened to escape his mouth. He threw his girlfriend a begging glance, and she understood by the way his length was pulsing and his fists clenched that Ethan was close, which made her stop.
With a wink, she withdrew her hand and continue chatting with her parents and having dinner as if nothing had happened. Ethan was beyond mad, and when they finally said their good nights, he practically hauled his girlfriend to her childhood room, where they would be sleeping for the night, and threw her to the bed.
“You think it was funny, don’t you?” he asked as he hovered over her. “Teasing me knowing there was nothing I could do because I would never do that while your parents were there.”
“I was just giving you a preview of your gift.”
“And what is my gift?”
“Well, I wanted to suck you off while I wore the lingerie I bought for you.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Too bad, I don’t like what you did, and I think you need to be punished for torturing me like that.” Y/N’s eyes sparkled with lust as her boyfriend took his shirt off and then his pants and boxers. She extended her hand, ready to touch him but he quickly grabbed both of her hands. “No touching.”
“Ethan, please. I’m sorry, let me touch you.” she begged.
The boy shook his head. “Take your shirt and shorts off.”
His eyes followed every movement, making her feel hot and excited for the night that awaited her. She loved when he took charge and was commanding—it was a side of him only she knew about. No one would ever imagine that the shy smart boy liked to tie his girlfriend’s hands to the bedpost as he touched himself in front of her.
“You’re killing me, Eth.” she said in a broken voice while trying to free herself from the leather belt around her wrists.
“You don’t even know how hot you look right now.” Ethan panted, stroking his length faster and he drank the sight of her in green lacy lingerie and doe eyes begging him to let her touch. “You like what you see, love?”
Y/N nodded “I want you in my mouth.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” he started, as he continued to drive himself to his release. “I’m going to come on your tits and then I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’ll be begging me to stop, but I won’t. I won’t stop until you’re full of my cum. Understood?”
Y/N groaned, his words already had her completely soaked. “Yes, Ethan.”
“If you really want me to stop, say 'Red', okay?” Ethan asked, his voice soft this time. Y/N nodded and he gave her one sweet kiss before going back to the dominating role.
Y/N watched in awe as he came all over her breasts. With his head thrown back, lips parted and eyes shut, Ethan was quite the view when he came. “You’re so beautiful.”
Ethan smiled as he used to fingers to clean the cum off her chest and then tapped her cheek with his other hand. “Open up.” she opened her mouth and then closed it around his fingers, sucking and tasting him. “Good girl.” he eyed her wrists, that seemed to be a bit red and frowned. “Does it hurt?”
“A little bit. It’s not tight but the bedpost is a bit tall and the position makes it hurt a little.”
“I’m sorry.” he said, freeing her hands and pressing kisses on the red spots.
“I’m okay, don’t worry. I liked it.” she smiled reassuringly. “Can you fuck me now?”
Ethan laughed and got rid of her panties. He opened her legs and his dick got hard again when he saw her completely soaked. “Fuck babe, I’ve never seen you this wet.” he dragged the head of his dick up and down her slit, making both of them moan. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked as he slowly slid inside of her, her walls practically squeezing his length to death. “You wanted me to fuck you in your childhood room? While your parents are upstairs, not having any idea how much of a slut their daughter is for her boyfriend, right?”
“Yes.” she breathed.
“Yes, what?” he demanded as he increased his pace.
“I wanted this. I knew you’d get mad.” she cried, her body shaking from the intensity of his thrusts. “and you’d fuck me like the slut I am.”
“That’s right.” he said putting one of her legs on his shoulder, and this new position made him go deeper. “I will never get over how good you feel. Nothing will ever feel better than this.”
Tears fell down her cheeks, the pleasure overwhelming her. “Faster.” she begged, and he complied. “I’m coming. I can feel every inch of you, holy shit.”
“Hold it.” he ordered. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, trying to stop it. Her nails were practically stabbing his back, Ethan was sure she was drawing blood but didn’t care. It was good pain. “God, you’re so tight and you keep clenching around me. It’s a crime how good you feel.”
“Are you close?” she whispered.
“Yes. Ready?” he asked and she gave a quick nod. He gave one more brutal thrust and then Y/N felt him unload inside of her. “Fuck, there’s so much.”
“Eth, can I come now?” she was barely holding on.
“Yes, come all over my cock” with the sweetest moan he had ever heard, Y/N arched her back as she rocked her hips and came while he was still inside, covering him in her juices. “You did amazing, love. But we are not finished.”
“I can’t feel anything.” she said tiredly, but she could not bring herself to say the safe word. She didn’t want to. She didn't want it to be over.
“That’s too bad, should’ve thought about it before teasing me.” he grabbed her hips and turned her around. He slapped her ass softly. “On your knees and hold onto the bedpost.”
It was going to be a long, torturous night and Y/N wouldn’t have it any other way. Best Christmas ever.
gym
^^ required viewing before reading this fic ^^
words: 1.6k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex, riding
“hey rafey.” you call, stepping into his gym. “i missed you.”
“aww, baby.” rafe laughs, dropping his weights onto the ground. he pushes his sweaty hair out of his face before coming over and giving you a sweet kiss.
“seriously.” topper says, making you jump, so focused solely on rafe that you had forgotten that topper and kelce were working out with rafe and therefore in the room aswell.
“can’t you spend two minutes apart?” kelce mutters in agreement.
“hey, why don’t you shut the fuck up?” rafe says, before turning back to you. “wanna hang out in here, princess?”
you nod, taking your seat on the fluffy armchair rafe bought and put into the corner of the gym just for you when you want to watch him workout in, that way you never had to be far away. you rest your head against the arm of the chair, eyes on rafe as he goes back to working out, upping his weights to impress you.
“jesus, can we talk about something instead of just sitting here in silence while your girl eyes you up?” topper asks. you give a little giggle, knowing topper doesn’t dislike you, not by any means, he just does occasionally get annoyed with how lovey dovey you and rafe get.
“what the fuck do you want to talk about, top? your feelings, you little bitch?” rafe mocks him.
“rafey, don’t be mean to top, he can talk about his feelings if he wants to!” you chastise your boyfriend. he gives you a smirk as topper starts to argue, “i don’t want to talk about my feelings, fuck!” “what do you wanna talk about then?” kelce asks, grunting as he continues his curls.
“fuck, i don’t know, whatever, the weather!”
you throw your head back in laughter. “the weather?!”
“that’s the best you could come up with, topper?” rafe joins you in laughter.
topper groans in frustration, kelce starting up some conversation about sports as you sit back and turn your attention back to rafe, watching him raise and lower the bar of weights. you lick your lips as your eyes track the way sweat drips down his muscles.
your eyes flicker up to his, catching him staring right back at you, smirking knowing that he’s caught you staring.
rafe sets the weights down before taking a seat on the bench, picking up a dumbbell and leaning over as he raises and lowers it. you bite your lip as he spreads his leg, full on eyeing between his thighs.
you let out the tiniest moan as rafe continues his workout. rafe suddenly drops his weight, making topper jump.
“get out.” rafe says, eyes not straying from you, but you know exactly who he’s talking to.
“what?” topper asks, and rafe snaps his head to his friends.
“get the fuck out!” rafe says, shooing them away.
“sorry.” you mouth to the boys as they leave the gym. you hop up from your spot once they leave, slowly, teasingly slowly, walking across the open space until you reach him.
rafe grips your hips once you’re within reach, pulling you down onto his lap. “dirty girl, is this what you wanted when you came in here, huh?” “always want you to fuck me.” you giggle, reaching down and rubbing your hand over rafes cock, cursing the sweatpants for getting in your way.
“baby, that wall is all windows.” rafe warns, and you know what he means, that you have to be quick, that you can’t get too undressed.
“wouldn’t be surprised if topper was out there watching.” you giggle, still teasing him even though he isn’t here.
“me either, only way that guy can get some action is by watching us.” rafe laughs, pinching your nipple through your shirt suddenly.
“ah!” you shout, frowning when rafe laughs at you. you pull his cock out of his pants, making his laugh turn into a moan as you begin to stroke him, getting him to full hardness.
rafe pushes his hand underneath your skirt, with the intention to move your underwear to the side, only to discover that you haven’t gotten any on. “oh, you slut!” rafe barks out a laugh. “no panties. can’t believe you.”
you giggle, melting into his body when rafe’s fingers rub over your clit, working to get you even wetter for him. you continue to stroke his cock as he rubs you, dipping down to spread your wetness.
“you absolutely deserve to get punished for this.” rafe says. you let out a whimper, shaking your head no, giving rafe a pout that you hope wins him over.
“oh, yes you do honey. you can’t just come crying for my dick all the time.” rafe says, hand coming to smack against your ass.
“rafey.” you whine in complaint, rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock.
“alright, i’ll forgive you if you ride me real good.” rafe says. you nod with a smile, loving when rafe lets you ride him. you nod and pull a condom out of between your boobs, since you didn’t have any pockets to keep it in. rafe bites his lip as you roll it onto his dick.
he keeps your skirt pulled up as you hold his cock up, rubbing his head over your pussy before sinking down on top of him. you flutter your eyes closed as he fills you.
you take a moment to adjust to his big cock, squeezing your pussy tightly around him before relaxing. you start to slowly grind your hips, almost indistinguishable movements.
rafe’s hand suddenly falls on your ass again in a hard slap. “move, princess.” he commands.
you nod, eyes opening as you place your hands on his shoulders, beginning to bounce up and down. you keep your eyes on rafes face, the way his mouth has fallen open, jaw slack, eyes almost glasses over in pleasure.
“my little bunny.” rafe smiles at you, tugging you into a quick kiss before letting you go to continue your movements. “my little bunny hopping on my dick.”
you giggle and bounce even faster, rafes eyes dropping to your cleavage, the way your hard nipples show through your shirt and bounce up and down with every reentry of his cock.
“am i doing good, rafey?” you ask with a sickly sweet smile on your face.
“of course honey.” rafe says, squeezing your hips. you bite your lip and throw your head back as you grind your hips down, your clit rubbing against his bare skin.
you moan as you start to bounce up and down again, feet firmly planted to give you as much leverage as possible, still, it doesn’t take long until you find yourself tiring, luckly rafe places his hands on your hips, helping you move up and down.
“feels so good.” you whimper, moving a hand from where you were stabilizing yourself on his shoulders to rub over your clit.
“mhm, your rafeys big cock filling you up so nicely?” rafe asks.
“yeah, yeah.” you nod, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves you faster, starting to thrust his hips up to meet yours, spearing himself even deeper inside.
“fuck, rafe!” you shout.
“faster, come on baby, i’m close.” rafe says. you nod, wanting to get your man off, so you muster all the strength you’ve got left in your legs to move again, gripping his shoulders with both hands.
rafes mouth drops open as you tighten your pussy around him, clenching your cunt on his cock, making him struggle to thrust in and out, but he persists anyways.
“coming- ahh, coming!” rafe shouts out, pulling you down onto his cock as he fills the condom. you squeeze your pussy as tightly as possible as rafe pants, milking everything out of him that you can, wishing that he was filling you up instead of the condom.
“god, stop it baby, stop, it feels too good.” rafe says, literally pulling you up off of his cock. you giggle and bring your hand to his cock, stroking him slowly as his chest heaves, coming down from his orgasm. you pull the condom off his cock, sliding off his lap onto your knees, giving his dick a few licks until it’s clean.
“damn, baby.” rafe laughs, watching you hop up and throw the used condom away in the trash. “come here, let me get you off.” rafe says, tucking his softening cock back into his pants.
“mmm, it’s okay, i should let you get back to your workout.” you say, giving him a kiss. “besides…” you drop your head to whisper into his ear, “when you’re done and the boys leave, you can come up to your room…” you turn your head and take his earlobe between your teeth, giving it a tug. “where i’ll be waiting for you.”
you take rafes jaw in your hands, turning his head to give him a passionate kiss. “and i expect you to use that cute mouth on me, mhm?”
rafe gives you a crooked smile, “can’t wait to bury my head between your legs.” rafe says, squeezing your thigh.
you giggle and give rafe another kiss before heading out. you turn back to rafe before you close the door behind you, giving him a wink as you flip the bottom of your skirt up, giving him a quick view of your bare ass.
“oh come on, that’s so unfair!” rafe shouts as you let the door swing shut behind you.
you skip towards the house, knowing rafe will be very quick to finish his workout. you see topper and kelce, sitting on the patio.
“hey boys, you’re good to go back in.” you say with a wave. “enjoy the rest of your workout!”
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.
--
“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.
He's Mine part 2
Summary: Bianca tries to get closer to JJ, but you're the only girl on his mind
Warnings: Bianca being weird, kissing, flirting, slight smut but not really, JJ is still very much obsessed with you
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"She did what?!" Kie yelled out of disbelief. You're all at the chateau now. You and JJ came a bit later when the sun was already setting. He did say he would take you home right after school.
"It was so awkward! She could not read the room!" You told the group.
"I would have to bleach my eyes if I saw you two make out" John B fake gags. "Ugh even the image of that is-" he acts like he's about to throw up. JJ grabs a pillow from the couch and throws it right at his friend's head.
"Shut the fuck up Bree!" JJ laughs when John B's hat flew off his head from the pillow.
"I do find it weird that she went to bother you guys after we told her you wanted privacy," Pope states. This caused you to furrow your eyebrows, "wait what?"
"Yeah," Pope starts, "she asked where JJ was and when we told her you two usually go to the tree to spend alone time-"
"fucking" John B fake coughs. JJ throws another pillow at him but he catches it this time.
"-we turned back to her and she was gone. I thought she went to the bathroom or something, not sneaking up on you two exchanging saliva." Pope also grimaces at the possible sight of what you two do behind the tree.
"So you're the reason why she interrupted us!" JJ points to Pope, getting up from his spot and marching over to him on the chair.
"Technically it was Kie!" Pope puts his hands up in surrender and points to Kie who's right next to him.
"I didn't think she would actually go to you! I mean who the fuck would want to go talk to someone who clearly wants to be alone? Especially with their girlfriend," Kie defends herself, pushing away JJ who tries to ruffle her hair.
"Because she likes JJ! Just like I said!" You said, annoyed that they haven't seen the clues from Saturday.
"I do kinda see it actually," Pope backs you up and you give him a relieved smile, happy that someone finally believes you.
"Something's off with her. I want you to stay away from her JJ." You were never one to tell him what to do, although he would do anything you asked, but that girl really made you uncomfortable. She knew you were with JJ and still went to talk to him.
JJ sits back down next to you and throws his arm over your shoulder. "And I will love...after I help catch her up in class," he groans, throwing his head back against the couch. He's dreading the thought of having to spend time alone with any girl that isn't you, Kie, or Sarah. Mostly you though.
"Wait, she asked you, JJ, always sleeping in class, Maybank, to help catch her up in class?" Pope asks.
"Yeah," JJ sighs, running a hand over his face. "But who knows, maybe I could get extra credit out of this bullshit idea." He tried to find a positive outcome for this, knowing he would be miserable.
"God knows you need it," Pope mutters. JJ was too lazy to throw a pillow at his friend so he just flipped him off.
-
After class the next day, Bianca walked up to JJ's seat. He managed to snag a seat across the room from her, much to his relief.
"Hey JJ, do you think you could come over to my place and help catch me up later today?" She bats her eyelashes with a sweet smile. She was really trying to sell that sweet girl act to him. Too bad for her, JJ prefers spice.
"Actually, no. I have a date with Y/n." It wasn't an official date, more like hanging out as usual. He figured if he told her it was a date, it'd be a better excuse.
“Well, what about tomorrow?”
“I have work. We can go to the library during lunch today.” JJ figured it was best to get this over with as soon as possible. He had no interest in spending time with this girl outside of school.
Her smile drops, "oh, okay. Lunch it is then"
You sat at the table with the rest of the pogues. Your frown deepened as you rested your cheek on your fist. You missed JJ so much. You hated not seeing him during lunch, not kissing his perfect lips, or hearing his stupid jokes.
You tried not to groan when you read his text that he'd be in the library to help Bianca. You supposed it was better since the two of you could spend more time together after school. You assumed that having them in the library, around all the other students, would mean Bianca wouldn't make a move. You were wrong.
"So, where are you taking Y/n for your date?" Bianca asks JJ while he takes the only notebook he has out.
"We're going to the Wreck. It's this seafood place that a lot of tourons usually go to," JJ tells her. He's not interested in making small talk. He just wants to get this over with and meet back up with you.
"That doesn't really sound like a romantic place for a date." Bianca tries her best to hide her disgust, although she thinks that sounds like a place you deserve for a date.
"Yeah well, it's our favorite place to eat. Plus Kie's parents own the place so we like to support them," JJ shuts her down, "anyway do you need my help or not? Cuz I wanna eat." Bianca nods and opens her notebook.
JJ was attempting to explain something about chemical reactions. He had no clue what was written down to be honest. "You're so smart JJ," Bianca places her hand on his on the table which he quickly slides out.
"I'm literally just showing you my notes," he replies in a flat tone. By "his" notes, he actually means the notes he copied from another student because he fell asleep.
"I still think you're smart," she touched his bare arm this time and JJ jolted up from his seat. Feeling another girl's touch made his skin burn, and not in a good way. He needed to get back to you now!
"You know what? I don't think this is gonna work. Sorry but you'll have to ask someone else to help you." He doesn't give her the chance to say anything before he bolts out of the library and straight to you. It was like a breath of fresh air when he stepped outside and saw you. Boy were you a sight for sore eyes. One look at you and he already felt the burn on his arm begin to cool.
"I'm never fucking taking notes ever again! I'd rather fail the class than go through that again," he groaned when he reached the table. He plops down next to you and immediately turns your body so he could hug you from behind, then kisses your head. You rub his arms around you, a comforting action you do to calm him.
"What happened?" Pope asks from the other side of the table. JJ takes a chip you offer him before speaking. "She kept complimenting me in a flirty tone and- and touching me!"
"She did what?!" You turn your head to look at your boyfriend, anger written all over your face.
"She touched my hand and my arm," he gestured to spot she touched as if there would be a mark.
"So what did you do?" John B asks.
"I got the hell out of there! If I stayed any longer, I was scared she would touch my thigh or worse, my hair!" Everyone in the group knew not to touch JJ's hair, that was reserved for your touch and your touch only. You have a certain spark that makes him instantly relax when you comb your fingers through his hair.
Immediately, you reach behind you and start massaging his head. He sighs and hugs you harder, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Mmm right there baby," he mutters against your neck. You lightly giggle from the vibrations of his voice. You took pride in the fact that your simple touch can instantly have JJ melting. Bianca can't take that power away from you, even if she tried.
-
After school, JJ had to talk to Mr. Anderson first before your date.
“Hey Mr. Anderson, I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be able to help Bianca anymore. She’s gonna have to ask someone else.” JJ figured he would just walk in, say that, and leave, but that was until Mr. Anderson spoke up.
“What are you talking about JJ?” Mr. Anderson looks at JJ with a confused look on his face, JJ’s expression soon matches his.
“Bianca Watson? She said that you told her to ask a student to catch her up.” JJ felt a nervous pit in his stomach. Something wasn’t right.
“That’s strange. I offered to help her or find her a tutor but she said she already learned everything at her old school.” JJ felt his blood run cold, Bianca lied to get closer to him. All JJ could respond with was, “oh okay.” He gave Mr. Anderson a stiff nod and walked out to meet you.
When he walked out, you were leaning on the hood of your car. His heart squeezed when your face lit up once you saw him. “Hi handsome, how was it?” You immediately wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, he happily hugs you back.
He wanted to tell you what he found out straight away but he couldn’t. The way your face lit up when you saw him, you’re so happy. He didn’t want to ruin your mood by talking about another girl.
So he kept his mouth shut and smiled, "It went fine, quick and easy. Are you ready for our date?" He begins kissing your neck, smiling when he feels your breath hitch. He's not the only one that melts under a simple touch. "Mhm so excited," you reply.
Yeah so you never made it to the Wreck.
You took JJ back to your place because you wanted to shower first. However, as soon as you entered your room, JJ began getting too needy for you. "Just one kiss baby. Just one," he whined, reaching for your hips.
One kiss ultimately led to a make out. Which led to clothes being thrown on the floor. And now you're both tangled up in your sheets. "How about we just order takeout huh? I don't wanna leave anymore," JJ mutters against your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw.
"Sounds like a plan. Now excuse me, I still want to take a shower." You try to move JJ but he doesn't budge, he just puts more of his body weight on top of you.
"We will shower...after round 3," he winks down at you with a cheeky grin.
"You have quite the sex addiction. Has anyone ever told you that?" You laugh.
"How can I not when I have this whole lot of hotness as a girlfriend?" He runs his hands all over your body, stopping at your tits to give them a squeeze.
"One more round and then we shower and order take out. I'm getting hungry," you scold him.
"I'm getting hungry too, this exercise is working up quite the appetite." He begins moving down your body and disappears under the blanket. In just a few seconds he turns you into a moaning mess.
After showering(and a round 4 in the shower), Kie came over to drop off the food. "I saw Bianca at work earlier. She was acting weird, like she was looking for someone. Do you think she made some new friends?" JJ stiffens when he hears Bianca’s name. He still hasn’t told you what Mr. Anderson said. First of all, you were both preoccupied and it slipped his mind. Second of all, you were having such a good day and he didn’t want to ruin it. So, he stayed silent once again.
"Pfft who cares? As long as she leaves us alone," you tell her as you take the food. You try to give Kie the money but she refuses, "Nope. I already told you no paying" she pushes your hand away but you insist.
"Kie take the money-"
"Nope! Gotta get back to work! Byeeeee", she says as she runs back to her car.
"Kie!" Before you know it, she's already driving away.
"Oh well, free food," JJ smiles widely and happily starts digging in. All thoughts of Bianca are out the window. The only thoughts in his head are you and the delicious burger he’s about to devour.
-
After JJ’s shift the next day, he’s on his way back to the Cut when his bike breaks down. "No no no!" JJ frantically yells out. Next thing he knows, he's stuck on the road in Figure Eight.
He's too far to go to your place. Tanny Hill is only a few blocks away, he could probably ask Sarah to give him a ride to the Chateau. JJ groans, moving his bike to hide it behind a tree and starts walking to Tanny Hill.
During the walk, JJ's mind starts racing. That bike was expensive, he won’t get paid until two weeks from now. And it'll most likely cost way more than his paycheck to get it fixed. It's his only transport to work and knowing him, he won't want to ask anyone for a ride because he doesn't want to be a burden.
He can't tell you because you'll insist on paying and he doesn't want you spending money on him. JJ groans and takes his hat off to squeeze at his hair. How is he going to get the money?
"Excuse me? Young man?" JJ looks up and sees an older man at his white picket fence. "Hi, do you have a moment? I just have a question."
JJ nods and walks over to the man, "what's up?"
"I don't want to sound like a snob but do you mind mowing our lawn? We're having guests over this weekend and I would do it myself but my family and I are very busy so we don't often have the time." JJ thinks about it for a moment. The man speaks up again, "I'll pay you of course! How does 1k sound?"
1k seems about the perfect amount to fix his bike. If he does this, he can get his bike fixed without having to worry about the money.
With that, he says "yeah I can do it. Is tomorrow okay?"
"Yes, that's perfect! Thank you!" The man shakes JJ's hand and makes his way back into the house. JJ walks next door to Sarah's house. Thankfully, Sarah is able to take JJ back to pick up his bike on the road and drive him to the Chateau.
-
When JJ returns to the man's house the next day, the lawn mower is already out. He sees a note that says his daughter is home and he and his wife are at work. The cash is in an envelope on the kitchen counter.
Just before JJ can start the lawn mower, he hears someone speak.
"JJ?" He turns and sees the light blonde kook girl.
'Oh fuck'
This is Bianca's house
purity ring
words: 2.5k
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, reader is virgin and religious, purity rings/waiting until marriage, virginity/innocence kink, female receiving oral, fingering, p in v sex, protected sex <3 (yay! for once!), one scene takes place in a church
you are perfect. an innocent angel, untouched by anyone. you wore a silver purity ring firmly on your finger, gifted to you by your father on your 16th birthday. you don’t take the promise you made that day lightly, and while you have had one serious boyfriend in high school, you have remained abstinent.
rafe overlooked you at first, seeing you as a sweet harmless girl, but didn’t take any real interest until you grew out of your teen years, your body developing without him realizing until he saw you at the beach one day, wearing what would be a modest swimsuit if it wasn’t for you wide hips and large breasts, threatening to spill out even with your high neckline.
rafe took a liking to you right then and there. he knows how pure you are, how you are a proud virgin and don’t partake in any of the partying or drinking like most of the people your age, even though you are over 21. it may be legal, but you always say it doesn’t feel right, and only have a bit of wine at dinner on occasions.
“hello.” rafe says as he sits down on the church pew next to you. you give him a confused look. you have never seen rafe at your church before, and you thought that he wasn’t religious, but you are never one to judge, so you wipe the confused look off your face and give him a pleasant smile instead.
“hello, rafe. it’s been a while.” “i know, haven’t really seen you since high school.” he says.
“i don’t think we have the same interests.” you giggle. if you were more into partying, you’re sure you would see rafe a whole lot more often.
“really?” rafe questions. “you didn’t develop a love for golf since we graduated?”
you scoff, shaking your head. rafe smiles at you, and you are surprised to find yourself liking his attention.
“how about mini golf?” he asks. “i could take you after the service. get ice cream too.”
you go to say no, not wanting to hang out with someone as wild and crazy as him, but you remember your vow to god to not judge others, and end up agreeing.
rafe smirks at you when the pastor starts his sermon and you turn your attention away from rafe.
hes sweet throughout the whole date, respectful of your boundaries and chatting with you with seemingly real interest. he asks you when you finish all 18 holes of mini golf if you’d be willing to see him again.
you say yes, which leads to more and more dates until you’re comfortable with rafe, even going as far to officially begin courting him.
you fall head over heels, in love with the attention he gives you until you're kissing in the back seat of his truck, his hands moving all over your body.
“wait, rafe-” you pull away with a gasp. “we can't.”
rafe frowns but nods. he's been progressing the physical touch more and more, trying to get you to open up to him, but every time things start to get hot and heavy, you stop him.
he is determined to change things, especially when he realizes he's lost sight of why he became interested in you in the first place. he wants to claim you, not just court you, and he's quickly falling just as hard.
rafe convinces you to spend the night. a movie marathon and cuddle session. you tell rafe that you need a separate bed to sleep in, but he's hoping to convince you to share one with him.
rafe ignores the movie playing on the tv, his head buried in your shoulder, pressing kisses to your neck.
“rafey.” you giggle and squirm when he sucks a spot onto your neck.
“come on, baby.” rafe begs, moving to kiss your jaw. “haven't i proven how serious i am about us?” he questions, his hand resting on your thigh, pushing it closer to your core. you can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your body betraying your mind.
“just let me make you feel good. you'll love it, i promise.”
you think it over, briefly glancing at the ring on your finger, at the promise you made.
“baby.” rafe cups your hand in his, taking the ring out of your sight as he captures your mouth in a kiss.
he moves so you're laying down against his pillows, covering your body with his, hovering over top of you.
he moves one hand to under your knee, pulling it so you have to wrap it around his waist. rafe keeps kissing you, keeps you breathless and dizzy as he presses his hips into you, letting his hard length rub over your core.
you moan into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders.
“please.” rafe says against your lips. you blink your eyes open to meet his bright blue ones. “i love you baby.”
you melt at rafes word, giving him a nod of permission. “i love you too.” you coo.
rafe presses his lips against yours, letting you get lost in the kiss as he continues to grind into you. he can tell from the way your other leg loops around him that you like the feeling a lot.
rafe lets a hand wander underneath your top, feeling the smooth skin of your stomach before moving higher, cupping your breast over your bra.
you reach behind your back and unclip it, letting rafe continue to feel you up as you take the bra off from under your shirt, tugging it away.
rafe grips your breast, toying with your nipple immediately, not letting you think too hard about what he's doing, needing to keep you focused on what new part he's touching.
he makes sure to give both sides of your chest equal attention. he wishes he could pull away from the kiss and rip your shirt off, wanting to see your tits bare, but you keep your arms locked around his shoulders as you kiss.
“baby, i can make you feel even better with my mouth.” rafe says, pressing kisses to your cheek.
“n… no.” you whine. “don't want you to look.” you feel enough shame as it is letting rafe defile you this way, and you certainly aren't confident enough to have him seeing you naked.
“how about i turn the tv off?” rafe offers. the light is already off in the room, and theres only a bit of moonlight peaking through the drawn curtains, the tv providing all the light in the room. you nod as he reaches for the remote, clicking the movie off.
“wait-” you realize that he's forgetting something. “you need to use a condom.” while you may be giving up your virginity to rafe, you certainly will not be letting him get you pregnant before marriage.
“yeah.” rafe fumbles in the dark through his nightstand, pulling a condom out and setting it on the bed for when he's ready.
rafe leaves your shirt on, hoping it will make you feel more comfortable as he tugs on your pajama shorts. it's a bit of a fumble in the dark, but he eventually gets them off.
he reaches for your underwear next, feeling the frilly fabric against his fingers. rafe has to pause before taking them off to squeeze his cock through his pants, needing relief. he's finally so close to his goal, finally close to taking you, to being your first.
“just tell me if anything hurts.” rafe says, taking two fingers and running them through your slit, feeling how wet he's made you.
“rafe!” you shout.
“does it feel good baby?” rafe asks, pressing a finger against your entrance, needing to open you up quickly before he can't control himself and hurts you by forcing his cock inside you too soon.
“yeah, feels really good.” you moan out. rafe moves his thumb to your clit, glad he knows pussies well enough to find it easily in the dark. he let's the sudden overwhelming pleasure take over your mind as he plunges his finger in.
he can't help the groan he lets out when he feels your tightness wrap around his digit. he begins to pump his finger, his thumb continuing to massage your clit, smiling at your nonstop moans. he's sure that you've never even touched yourself before by your reaction.
rafe drops himself onto his stomach between your legs, needing to have your sweetness on his tongue. he swears you taste better as he licks around your folds, knowing that you haven't been sullied by other men.
he moves his thumb in favor of licking at your clit, pushing a second finger into your cunt as soon as he feels a bit of give.
you reach down, gripping rafes hair in your hands. you push his face further into your pussy, his fingers stretching you out when he begins to scissor them.
“can't wait to be inside you.” rafe says, his voice vibrating against your skin.
“want you now.” you tell rafe. you need more than just his fingers pumping into you, need to feel connected in the most intimate way possible.
rafe moves quick, shucking his pajamas and underwear off. his cock is finally freed. he takes your hand in his, wrapping it around his shaft while he kneels against the bed.
you aren't fully sure what to do to make rafe feel good, but you stroke your hand up and down, and judging from the sound rafe makes, it feels good.
rafe can feel your purity ring as you stroke him. he grabs the condom and takes it out of its wrapping, pushing your hand out of the way as he slides the rubber over his cock.
“gonna take you in this position, as long as it feels good.” rafe says, moving back between your legs. he gets a pillow and shoved it under your hips, raising them up and hopefully making it easier for you to take him.
“rafey.” you whine, hand reaching out for his. rafe loops his fingers through yours, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. rafe moves slowly, his breathing heavy and deliberate as he splits you open, his heavy cock touching places no one has ever gone before.
“does it hurt?” rafe asks once he's seated all the way inside of you.
you whine in response, causing rafe to frown. as much as he wants to make you his, he doesn't want to put you in any sort of pain. he leans over your body, pressing his lips to your cheeks.
“im sorry baby, but you're doing so good for me.”
“just-” you gasp when you move your hips a little, making him touch a new part of you. “just give me a minute.”
“take your time.” rafe says. “i love you.” he thought he was just saying it to get you into his bed, but rafe finds himself really meaning it.
you breathe deeply for a minute before pressing your lips to rafes. “you can move now.”
rafe hums against your lips, continuing to kiss you as he begins with gentle thrusts, wanting to build you up. he finds much more patience within himself now that he's been inside of you.
you move your arms back to rafes shoulders, pressing your nails into his back, dragging them down his back when his thrusts increase in tempo.
“scratching me already? what a dirty girl.” rafe chuckles into your ear.
“shh.” you complain, brows scrunching together, not wanting to think about how dirty you are being at the moment, wanting to focus on how good rafe is making you feel rather than the fact that you're letting go of your virtue.
“my innocent little girlfriend, squeezing around my cock.” rafe continues to tease you.
“it feels so good.” you say, as if it's some sort of excuse as to why your cunt is repeatedly pulsing around his dick.
“i know it does baby. your pussy feels so good too. so tight for me, my little virgin.” rafe presses his lips against yours in a kiss. “although i guess you're not a virgin anymore.”
you cry out when rafe presses his thumb back to your clit, whatever response you had brewing cut off as he begins to thrust with earnest now, able to slide in much easier than when he first got inside of you.
“gonna cum for me?” rafe questions. he can tell from the way your body has gone tight that you must be close.
“i-i think so.” you whine, feeling a rush of wetness flood to your pussy, rafes thumb pushing your clit perfectly as your orgasm rushes over your body, a loud moan forcing its way out of your mouth, your entire body shaking with the force.
your cunt is squeezing so tightly rafe almost can't thrust his cock back into you, but he manages to force himself through your walls to release into the condom deep into you, your pussy milking him. you would surely be bred if it wasn't for the thin layer of rubber.
rafe pulls his cock out slowly as you breathe deeply underneath him, coming down from the ecstacy that he just brought you to.
rafe moves to pull his condom off, discarding it in the trash.
“can we put our pajamas back on to sleep?” you ask as rafe begins to get back into bed. he can't help but smile at you, still so shy even after he had his mouth buried between your legs.
“of course.” rafe gives you your underwear and shorts back, eyes adjusted somewhat to the dark, but still not able to make out many details as he redresses himself, but leaves his shirt off.
rafe slides into bed next to you, pulling you in close. you fall asleep almost instantly, which rafe is glad about, not giving you a moment to regret what just happened on a tired brain.
rafe hears your breathing change and grabs your hand, sliding your silver purity ring off your finger. it's his now.
you don't overthink the act when you wake up in the morning, especially when rafe sinks to his stomach and eats you out in the morning light until you cum on his tongue.
you even go as far to thank him for showing you how good sex can be for a couple. you are certain rafe will become your husband, and you suppose you are just starting your martial acts early.
you are walking with rafe through a crowded restaurant the next day. he's treating you to a nice dinner when you realize he has a silver chain hanging off his neck.
you furrow your brow, tugging it out from underneath his shirt, gasping when you realize that your purity ring is hanging around his neck.
“well, it's not like you could keep wearing it.” rafe smirks, leaving the ring out for everyone to see.
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neglected | mattheo riddle
summary: Theodore completly ignores you and doesnt take it serious that you miss him while he flirts with another girl at a party.. so his best friend has to help you filling up that hole inside your … chest.
warning: cheating? but is it if he does it first?, mattheo eating out the reader, fingering, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, getting caught, he‘s a munch don‘t fight with me over this -
note: i do not support cheating, this is just for the story
— monday —
I don‘t know how many times I already begged but from time to time.. i felt more and more neglected.
"Theo, please just this one weekend! You had been busy with your friends and studying the last 3 weeks!" Yeah, 3 weeks since my boyfriend went on a date with me, had some quality time or touched me.
"Y/n I told you I don‘t have time. I already promised the boys I‘d come to the party. We‘ll see us there, I have to go study now, with Lydia." Before I could even say a word he left his dorm. I hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room, making me turn my head in it’s direction.
"Told you you deserve better baby." Mattheo, Theodore‘s best friend said, sitting on his bed. They share a dorm and every now and then he would see Theo and me arguing.
I huff and leave the room, a aching feeling in my body.
— the next day —
"Theo please, I need you. You didn‘t touch me once the last few weeks." I whine into his ear, sitting next to him. He just groans, but not the way I want him to and gets up with his book in his hands. "Don‘t you see that you‘re distracting me?" Irritated he leaves the room, probably walking off to the library again.
Ugh.. i let myself fall back down onto the mattress and cross my arms over my face. Is it my fault? Did my body change somehow? Why the hell won‘t he touch me? But before I could continue my thoughts, I hear the door again, my head shooting up, hoping it is Theo who changed his mind but no, it‘s Mattheo. I groan frustrated and let my head fall back.
"Wow nice to see you too baby, but I think you‘re laying on the wrong bed." he says, teasing me.
"Sometimes I think like that too." I mumble into my arms and more to myself.
"What was that?" he asks. "Nothing."
— two days later —
Patiently I wait on Theo‘s bed, dressed all up.. or down, in his favorite lingerie set and a pair of black knee socks. When we got together half a year ago he told me he loved them on me, made my legs look even longer.
As the door opens my heart starts beating faster and I look up, shrieking and pulling the blanket over my body as I see who it is. "Damn mami is that for me?" Mattheo asks as he stand in front of Theo‘s bed with a smirk on his face, his mouth wide open.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked furious, not wanting him to see me like that. What If Theo comes in and would see us, what would he think?
"Last time I checked this is my room, sweetcheeks." "But you‘re supposed to have quidditch practice!" I whine and look for my clothes.
He chuckles and steps a bit closer as I stand up from the bed. "Could you turn around? I wanna get dressed." "No." "You are such a pain in the ass!" I roll my eyes at him and take my wand, mumbling "Colloportus“. and holding it towards the door so no one can come inside.
I let go of the blanket, thinking fuck it, and grab my skirt, pulling it over my legs and then my hips. "Did your cute little boyfriend leave you unsatisfied again?" he grins and takes a step closer. "You know.. I could help you with that." he says in a suggestive tone. "He’s your best friend Mattheo, stop this shit." "I can’t princess. Hurts me to see that pretty little body of yours, knowing how desperate it must be after all these weeks." he whispers the last part as he lets his fingers slowly brush over my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "See? It’s so hot for just a little attention." "No, it is cold, thats why." I say, swallowing down the clump in my throat as i nod towards the opened window.
Just as I wanted to reach down for my top, I see Mattheo getting down on his knees in front of me. He looks up and licks his lips. Damn.. something about a men on his knees for me made me feel slme type of way.
"Please let me touch your legs, please. Need to know how soft these pretty thighs feel." I could feel his warm breath against my skin, again, sending shivers down my… spine. wet pussy
"Mattheo get the fuck up I swear to god!" i hiss at him. Yes I closed the door with a spell but it wasn‘t really hard for everyone above first years to open it with a spell.
"Please, I swear If you let me just touch it I‘m gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week!" he pleads, looking at my face and then my legs. I sigh as I think about letting him. Damn was I really thinking about it? Am I really going to let my boyfriends best friend touch my thighs?
But I mean.. nothing’s wrong If I don‘t feel anything for it, right? Plus he would just leave me alone for a bit. "Fine." I press out.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his big warm hands on my thighs. "Shit.." he mumbles as he lets them wander up and down my legs. He slighty squeezes them, making me sigh in relief.
I feel his curls against my skin before I can look down and see him kissing my flesh, grabbing it with a bit more strengh now. I had to bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging them. Completly lost in thoughts, I realize too late what he was doing.
Suddenly he stands up and kisses my cheek "Thank you, doll.", before leaving the dorm and leaving me breathless in the middle of the room. As I slowly come back from the dizzy feeling inside my head I again, stretch over to get my top but gasp with shaky breathing as I see what Mattheo left on my skin.
A hickey. And a bite mark. I didn‘t even notice him biting my leg. Shit.
— Saturday —
To say i was pissed, while sitting on a chair in some corner of the common room, was a big understatement. Theodore and I arrived at the party he talked about a few days ago.. 2hours ago. I saw him drinking with his friends and playing truth or dare in a little group, always walking away from me as soon as I approached him. So I decided to stop chasing him.
"What are you doing here all alone sweetcheeks?" I look to my right and see Mattheo. Of course it was him. "Leave me alone." I say, rolling my eyes and looking back to my boyfriend, sitting beside this girl named Lydia. She was a year under us I think.
Mattheo followed my gaze and shakes his head. "Well , the deal was I would leave you alone till end of the week. The week is over." I don‘t even answer him, not in the mood to argue.
"Yeah thanks for the hickey and the mark between." i say sarcastically. "Yeah it‘s not like your boyfriend would see, right?"
I roll my eyes again and look back at Theodore, to see him standing up. What was he going to do? Suddenly I see him taking Lydia‘s hand, pulling her up with him and kissing her. In shock I opened my mouth, but instead of crying like i normally would, my face got red in anger.
I tried everything and here he stands sucking of the face of that stupid thot. In the middle of the common room? With the girl he "studys" all the time? I bet that’s not the first time they kiss. Mattheo seems to see it too and looks at me more serious now. "Hey.. are you okay? I mean he‘s not worth it If you - " but before he can continue I grab him at the collor of his shirt and drag him with me to his dorm.
— 30 minutes later —
"Oh fuck yes, Mattheo!" I moan into the air, pushing his head against me while his lips suck on my clit, his fingers pumping inside me. "Shit who would have known that you go this feral for my tounge huh?" he smiles and mumbles against my skin.
"Stop talking and continue!" I whine and push his head back. I hear him chuckle before he laps at my throbbing clit again. God If I would have known how good this feels I would have had ended things with Theo way sooner.
His free hand slides across my body up to my left boob where he started to tease my nipple. I gasp and push my hips up, arching my back. My body was so sensitive I wanted to cry out of pleasure everytime he touched me somewhere.
It didn‘t took me long before my body starts trembling and shaking, Mattheo licking everything up as I come on his tounge.
"I could get drunk on your pussy." he groans before kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips.
"I hope you‘re ready cause that pussy screams for me." he whispers against my lips before going down on me again.
A few minutes in I hear someone yell. "WHAT THE FUCK?"
My head shot up and I looked to the door where Theo stood, looking ag us with an angry face.
I saw Mattheo looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at him with glistening lips. "Hey men, hope you don‘t mind? We got the impression you were busy.. never mind – bro how could you not eat that pussy like.. all day?"
"I‘m gonna kill you, Riddle!"
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Best Friends Club
summary: prompt fill. Wally's been your best friend since the Grade 4 puppet show. a disaster that brought you together for life. only now, years later and months away from graduation, Wally needs to get something off his chest. he just...didn't exactly plan to do it this way... (request)
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: smut. friends to lovers. protective behavior. AU. silliness & fluff. Simon and Wally are bros (fight me).
bon reading, frens
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Best Friends Club
Wally's chatting with Maddie and Charley before school, has his arm around your shoulders as you focus on your phone, laughing and joking and smiling wide until:
"Holy crap, Jake Tremblay just asked me to go out Friday," You announce, pretty eyes wide, blinking in shock at everyone.
Wally goes still, smile sliding off his face as his stomach drops and his heart ups and lodges itself in his throat. God, this hurts.
See, the thing is, you're Wally's best friend. And while he has his arm around you—is always reaching for you, hand on your back, arm, shoulder, whatever—it's never been anything but friendly. Best friendly. Because you and he are f r i e n d s. And it sucks. Royally.
Why? Yeah, no one needs three guesses to figure out that Wally's been in love with you since Grade 4. That massacre of a puppet show the kids put on for their parents during Spirit Week. You and Wally spent the entire performance using sock puppets to have a dialogue about who'd win in a fight: Goku or Sailor Moon. Didn't even notice the blood vessel about to pop in Mr. Toast's temple when things really started to spiral.
Wally only comes down to earth when you say his name for what must not be the first time, everyone's eyes on him. Yours, especially, beautiful and concerned as you stare at him expectantly.
"What was that?" He asks, feeling simultaneously dumb and unable to function.
You repeat, "I asked you what I should say..." and turn to face him fully. Still close enough that your body heat soaks through his hoodie. Fuck, how can he say anything negative when you're giving him that sweet, earnest expression? Seeking advice from someone you trust implicitly.
Against his better judgment—or maybe for it—Wally slaps on a smile and says, "Yeah. You should go for it."
This isn't the first time you've been asked out. Of course, those last few times you didn't look so keen on accepting the offer. When you turn back to your phone, Wally's face immediately falls. He doesn't look at Maddie or Charley, can't handle the pity he knows he'll see in their eyes.
Everyone in the circle knows about Wally's crush on you (fuck, it's so much more than that), but apart from insisting he talk to you, no one points it out. You're the only one who hasn't caught on, Nicole having informed Wally that you giggled over popcorn, what are you talking about? Wally's always like that, when everyone was at the APEX for a midnight screening of some scary movie Wally couldn't have cared less about.
And, sure, Wally is 'always like that': Goofy, charming, flirtatious; standing in line at concessions for you and holding your bag when you go to the bathroom... What you don't seem to grasp is that Wally isn't like that with anyone else. And now you're saying 'yes' to Jake Tremblay and Wally has to muster the strength not to punch a wall.
‗•‗
Simon closes his locker only to jolt backwards. Wally appeared out of the fucking ether, what the hell? He has his forehead pressed against the locker beside Simon's, shoulders slumped, looking all-in-all miserable to exist.
"Yoouu okay?" Simon ventures, raising a brow.
Slowly, Wally turns his head and nothing else, eyes puppy-dog sad and lower lip pursed in a pout, "No." And then, after turning to face the locker again, "She said yes to Jake Tremblay."
"Dude, I've told you a thousand times, talk. to. her." Simon says like a mother insisting Wally clean his room.
Pointed, "Oh, you mean like you talked to Maddie?"
Simon takes a moment to reevaluate his life before, in a placid, neutral tone, declares, "I regret this friendship."
"No you don't." Wally says, but he's still glooming into the locker. "What do I do?"
"Aside from talk to her?" Simon shrugs helplessly. How's he supposed to know? He and Wally have been paddling the same sinking boat for approximately the same number of years. "Do you...wanna threaten Jake?" Simon asks in a pitch similar to that used when asking children if they want to go for ice cream after a tantrum.
Wally seems to seriously consider it but glumly decides, "No. I want her to be happy." A heavy sigh. "Even if it's not with me."
"This isn't going to make you some kind of martyr, you know."
"I know."
Simon doesn't think Wally does know, but fine, he'll play along. "Maybe it'll go so bad that she swears off dating forever."
"A guy can dream," Wally mumbles as he straightens, and, Jesus, he looks like every puppy in the world just got kicked and he was forced to watch.
Simon can see beneath Wally's utter despair to the gears turning in his brain. Can sense what ill-advised plan Wally is cooking up (because this isn't the first time he's done something stupid to ensure you're safe). In an effort to, a) avoid criminal charges and, b) make Wally feel better:
"What if I happen to be in the same place at the same time? I could keep an eye on things for you." Simon suggests and he already wishes he didn't say anything.
Wally brightens, "You'd do that for me?"
"Apparently..." Simon says, questioning himself. "Look, better me than you, right? Otherwise, it'll be exactly what it is and she'll never talk to you again."
"Why? What would it be if I do it?"
"Stalking, Wally," Simon states as he heads into History, Wally at his heels.
"Hey!" Wally protests, "It's not like that!"
Taking his seat, Simon just gives Wally a pointed stare, "Buddy, I know you read those BookTok romances, but following your BFF on her date with another dude isn't a romantic gesture. It's creepy a-f."
"But...you'll do it for me?" Wally wants to confirm, his eyes all wide and pleading.
Simon sighs, thinking this is a terrible idea, but seeing Wally so sad breaks Simon's heart and he can't bring himself to take back the offer. "...Apparently."
‗•‗
Friday comes. It's all you've been talking about since Monday and Wally has had it up to here with Jake This and Jake That, and if he hears one. more. thing. about Jake, Wally's going to burst into a million pieces of ragehate and take the whole school with him.
But he smiles and nods and teases you like he would in any other situation, bumping your ass with his hip when he finds you at your locker at lunch. You don't even need to look to know it's him, simply continue to shove your backpack in your locker and grab your jean jacket.
"Diner?" You give him a sunshine smile that Wally returns, almost forgetting about your date and Jake and how you're not actually Wally's girlfriend.
Not in this lifetime, his brain reminds him bluntly.
His blood stings.
Over lunch at the diner down the street, you outline exactly what Jake has planned. Dinner at the Italian place beside the Arcade (it's fucking Olive Garden, Jake, do better) and then—Jesus, really?!—stargazing on the roof of the old cigarette factory. An organized thing. The planets will be in some kind of super rare alignment or something, and local enthusiasts have banded together to share their telescopes.
"No offense, but since when do you care about the planets?" Wally wonders as he dips his fries into your ketchup.
You shrug, "I mean, it's something to do, right? And you're always telling me to 'branch out and try new things, dorkface'," You exaggerate the last part in a parody of Wally's voice before continuing as yourself, "so, why not astronomy?"
"Because it's outside and you hate outside things before May." Wally chuckles and shakes his head, "You're gonna get cold and complain and steal Jake's hoodie like you've stolen five of mine."
Wally loathed the idea of you stealing another guy's anything, but he smiled through the jealousy. Perhaps a little too intent on smearing more fries through your ketchup as his knee bumps the underside of the table in quick, nervous intervals.
Oh, he is not doing well.
He instantly notices how you've gone still, how you're studying his expression, words, behavior like a zoologist at the gorilla enclosure because Wally can't fucking keep his cool when he's forced to think about you being cozy and cute for someone who isn't him-shaped.
Wally keeps his eyes on his plate for a few moments; long enough that you gracefully change the subject and ask Wally what his plans are for tonight. As if they don't involve hanging out with his phone while he obsessively waits for Simon's updates throughout the course of your date.
"Nothing special," He says, patting himself on the back for keeping his voice even, "just hanging out at home."
‗•‗
It's 8:43PM when Wally's phone lights up with a call. As promised, Simon kept Wally abreast of every. single. thing. you and Jake did on your date. From flirty conversation over unlimited breadsticks to shifting to one side of the booth to split dessert.
It's only been an hour and a half since you and Jake were seated. What on earth could Simon have to tell him that couldn't be texted?
"Don't freak out—" Wally promptly freaks out "—but something happened."
Wally shoots up in bed, where he's been whiling away since he got home from school, and is immediately on alert. Heart pounding, blood pumping, ready for war.
"What's going on? Is she okay?"
"Oh. She's fine." Simon reports. He sounds like he's hiding, voice a harsh whisper just loud enough for Wally to hear. "Jake might be in a permanent body cast for the rest of his life, but she's totally fine."
Wally breathes a sigh of relief, although he's still confused, "What happened?"
Simon clears his throat, "She's probably going to call you in, like, a minute, so you have to act...just...be cool, okay?" And then, finally, he reveals, "Jake tried to stick his hand under her skirt. And I mean, he went for it. Full grope from behind."
At that moment, Wally sees fucking r e d. He's off the phone and in his car faster than a bullet, tearing out of his parents' driveway with a screech. Burns rubber around every corner; breaks several traffic laws; and pulls up just as you're about to get into an Uber. There's no sign of Jake. Unfortunate, since Wally has a surplus of adrenaline thrumming through his veins, and the only cure is beating the guy's face to a fucking pulp.
You look confused for all of a second before your face crumples. Wally shoots out of the driver's seat and hurries toward you. Gathers you in his arms as soon as you're within reach, and holds you as you shake. He rubs your back, soothes you with soft words; managing to simultaneously shoo the Uber driver away with a polite nod and a gesture.
"Are you okay?" He asks after a minute. "Do I need to kill him?"
"...No," You mumble into Wally's chest. "I already did that."
Wally grins, though it's sad at its edges. You shouldn't have had to.
"That's my girl," He murmurs into your hair after he places a comforting kiss on your head. "Come on. I'll drive you home."
You go without resistance, even allowing Wally to fuss over you and buckle you in. As he settles behind the wheel, he glances at you again and realizes, "Whose jacket is that?"
You press your lips together and stare at your lap, "I got cold... Besides, after what he did, I think I earned it." You end firmly, folding your arms.
"Did you take it before or after you kicked his ass?"
"After, duh." You say like it's so obvious, "We were inside before. But I didn't want to wait for my Uber in front of everyone who saw what happened. So...I made him give it to me."
Wally barks a laugh as he takes your hand, holding it in that platonic way, fingers not laced how he wants them to be, but he'll take what he can get. Your knuckles are scraped where they made impact with whatever part of Jake you punched. Wally smooths the pad of his thumb over them. Gentle. Loving.
"Where to, sweetcheeks?" He asks, "Home or ice cream?"
"Home." You decide with finality which makes it hard to swallow around the lump of disappointment in Wally's throat.
Call him selfish, but he hoped you'd want to let him comfort you. Regardless, he does as he's told and pulls away from the curb, pulling a uey to head toward your house.
‗•‗
On Monday, Wally finds Jake in the boys' locker room after swim practice, his black eye looking like it needs a twin. Wally punches Jake hard enough that even he sees circling birdies.
He shakes his hand as he leaves without a word, hardly feeling the pain through the smug satisfaction warming his belly.
‗•‗
It's the next weekend when you invite Wally over for a casual afternoon kick back. Games and snacks and Domino's on the menu for dinner. You're feeling better; spent the week oscillating between tense and weary, but that sweet sunshine glow you normally have is back when you answer the door for Wally.
You lead him to the basement, everything already set up: coffee table pushed aside for the nest of blankets and pillows on the floor, bags of gummy worms and twizzlers (Wally's favorite) and those Canadian chips you like piled on the floor beside cans of Dr. Pepper and Coke Zero.
Wally wore his cleanest sweatpants for the occasion, matching your chill vibe. And damn those low-slung yoga pants and that fucking tight-as-sin tank top, no bra because you love to drive Wally crazy.
"Ready to have your ass handed to you again?" You joke as you get comfortable on your side of the nest.
Wally claps back, "Hah! You haven't won in three months, sugarlips, what makes you think today's the day?"
You just smirk and hand Wally a controller, "I have a plan." And that's all there is to it. You don't elaborate, don't hint, don't give Wally any indication whatsoever what this plan might be.
Fishy...but effective. You're already in Wally's head. Hmm, maybe that's the plan? Wally shakes himself to attention and starts the game, grinning like a shark as he gets the lead right off the bat.
Just as he's about to cross the finish line, "So much for your pla—" when the world suddenly tilts sideways. He can't finish his thought, barreled over by your weight crashing into him as you grab the controller right out of his hand.
You squeal victoriously, the sound rebooting his brain, and he realizes what just happened.
"Hey!" He tries to grab the controller, but you hold it up and away from him, big smile on your face as the screen announces Wally came in dead last after his car smashed a wall he could've easily avoided. "Not fair!" He wraps his arms around you and flips you onto your back; presses his weight into you as he uses the advantage of his longer limbs to snatch the controller back.
Apparently not taking this lying down, you band your legs around his waist then surge up, somehow summoning the strength of five Wallys and rolling him onto his back again. Stunned, he stares up at you as you wave the controller victoriously.
"You were saying?" You chuckle, smug as ever, slightly out of breath.
Oh, but Wally isn't done yet, miss ma'am. He snaps his hands up, clamping his fingers for the controller which you arch your back to hold away from him, crying out when he takes advantage of your off-balance position to knock you backward. Once more, he has you squirming beneath him.
He grabs one wrist and then the other, transferring both into the grip of one of his large hands while he plucks the controller from you with the other. That's about the moment he realizes, uh-oh, he can feel your breath on his lips. Your face is such a beautiful shade of pink, and your thighs are on either side of his hips. Wally's body is completely flush against yours. All of him. Every. Last little bit. of him.
Wally should move. Definitely. He should move right now; just get off you and pretend everything's normal and you're not gazing up at him like that and his lips aren't so fucking close to yours, and the air hasn't been sucked out of the room that no longer exists around you and him because there's only you and only him and fuck. Shit.
"Wally~?" You say, voice a whisper tinged with something that makes Wally's cock twitch. Heat, maybe. Or need. You swallow, the sound audible, and, oh fuck, Wally watches your eyes flicker to his mouth then back, like you're finally on the same page, like you want it, too.
His hand flexes around your wrists, body settling more firmly on yours, and he stares at your face as he rocks his hips, just once, experimental, just to see what you'll do. He knows you can feel him, stiff and hardening further, all his inches against the heat of your pussy through your thin as fuck yoga pants.
Your reaction almost explodes Wally's brain. That sweet little whimper, how your eyes glaze over and your lips part; how you mimic the action with one of your own, sending sparks of electricity through Wally's nervous system.
"Fuck," He chokes out, grip loosening around your wrists, but not letting go. He drops the controller. Instead uses that hand to brush his fingers across your cheek and down the slope of your jaw. His breath mingles with yours, the heat in him rises, his heart beating a frenzied tattoo in his chest. Is he really going to do this?
"Please," You say, so soft, so perfect, that, yes, Wally is absolutely going to do this.
He gently bumps the tip of his nose against yours, smiles in wonder that this is really about to happen, and then slowly, to give you a chance to turn away if you don't want this, he leans in, stopping only to tease, "One more time, princess." His voice low and husky.
He feels you tense and then release before whispering, "Please, Wally..."
That's all he needs to lean in and kiss you for the first time, his lips capturing yours with years of hunger and desire and fucking love. So much love it threatens to go nuclear if Wally doesn't share the burden right this minute.
He moans, grinds his hips against yours, his cock throbbing against you, God, he needs you so badly. Has needed you so badly since he first discovered how his dick works and probably even before then. He lets his hand roam down down down, then up under your tank top, fingers caressing the soft shape of your breast.
You keen and arch into the touch, and, holy shit, he can't do this slow. Next time—please Jesus, let there be a next time—he'll do this right. He'll do candles and rose petals and Barry Manilow, but right now, he has to know what it feels like when you come around his cock.
His kisses turn urgent, his movements more hungry, and you match his crazy like a mirror. His shirt first, thrown behind the TV, then yours, tossed somewhere near the coffee table. Wally takes a second to admire your bare chest, licks his lips, and then descends, starving for a taste. He sucks your nipple, twirls his tongue around it, moaning as if it's the best thing he's ever had in his mouth.
Which, as soon as he peels your yoga pants off and resituates himself between your spread-wide thighs, he knows isn't true. This is the best thing he's ever had on his tongue. He spears it in and out of you, moaning and panting as he kisses your pussy deeply, brings one, two fingers into the mix; pumping into you over and over until you shake and beg and arch so fucking pretty for him.
"Fuck, baby, I need to feel you come," He groans, shoving his sweatpants and boxers off and throwing them somewhere to find later.
You agree enthusiastically, reaching for him as you hook one leg over his hip, the other over his shoulder—fuck, were you always this bendy!?—and cry out like a heavenly chorus when he drives his cock into you. Fuck, God, his eyes roll back in his skull, it's the most incredible feeling, an indescribable euphoria flushing through him from scalp to soles.
"You feel so...big, Wally, oh my god," You gasp when he begins to move, and doesn't that just rub his ego the right way?
He genuinely can't even find the brain cells to reply, too busy losing himself to the sensation of being inside you, finally, so much more intense than any and every fantasy he's had of you and him entwined like this.
"Baby," He moans, hips pumping faster, fat tip hitting your sweet spot over and over and over until he feels you tighten around him, hears you gasp, and then moan in ecstasy.
He wishes he could last, that he could keep going until you come again, again, again, but he's waited so long for this and it's overwhelming, he can't do it. With one, two, three more quick thrusts, Wally tenses and then groans, grinding his release into you; leaning down to take your lips in a feverish kiss.
As you and he recover, he rests his forehead against yours, releases your wrists—oops—and cradles your face in one hand, his most precious girl a vision in the afterglow. You shift, your hands on his jaw, and you're looking at him like the sun, moon, and stars.
"How long?" You eventually ask.
Wally doesn't need you to clarify. He knows exactly what you mean.
"Grade 4." The confession is terrifying and freeing at the same time.
He watches you absorb the information, nod, and then your eyes meet his when you make your own confession, "Grade 3. Ms. Houette's class. You made a joke about seagulls that was so lame it was funny."
Wally about short-circuits. He begs your finest pardon, but what was that? "Grade...3?"
"Grade 3."
"...are you saying that I could've been loving on you—" He emphasizes with a roll of his hips, winces from oversensitivity, "—since before I even understood what that meant?"
"I'm saying I've had a big, stupid crush on you since Grade 3." You say, innocent and solemn, "You take that however you want."
Wally chooses to forego the existential crisis and simply enjoy that he has you under him. There's a lot of time to make up for and a lot of fantasies Wally wants to bring to life, which you and he do with gusto until your parents get home and call down a hello.
It's only later, after stammering greetings and life updates over pizza, when you're snug as a bug in Wally's arms on the couch in the basement, dozing to the third Harry Potter movie, does Wally begin to mentally prepare for the speech of a lifetime that he knows Simon is going to deliver.
He already hears Simon's voice in his head: "I told you to talk to her—"
And Wally huffs a quiet chuckle, strokes your hair back, and kisses your forehead. Because, yeah, he should've. There would've been no pining, no pseudo-martyrdom, no Jake Tremblay.
It really is invaluable advice.
If only Simon would take it himself...
fin.
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hi bae :D just wanted to send u this rec if u have time to write it
fluff, suggestive, maybe a bit of smut if you want to add ;)
ethan and y/n are at the restaurant being all cute and lovey dovey
hand holding, arm brushing and of course y/n can't help herself but to kiss her boyfriend
"okay let's pay and go home ethan"
"y/n w-wait" he said, cheeks flushed
"what's wrong with you you finished ur plate 15mins ago"
he then pointed at his crotch, ears getting red, the boy got a little bit too excited after she kissed him
y/n laughs bc hes so cute when embarrassed
based off this tiktok
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJWKdFce/
coming undone — ethan landry
word count: 1,366
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: anniversary dinner turns hot when ethan gets aroused by a kiss.
warnings: smut. public teasing. public handjob under a table. p in v. blowjob. release denial. unprotected sex (don't do that, please). elevator sex. that's it, i think??
author's note: i'm back!!! i'm so sorry i disappeared, between studying for finals and the excitement for the eras tour shows on the weekend, i couldn't get myself to write. i promise this week i'll post more! <3
USUALLY, ETHAN AND Y/N PREFERED TO HAVE DINNER DATES within the commodities of their house, but because it was their one year anniversary, they decided to go to a restaurant.
"I missed you today." Y/N said intertwining their hands that were resting on the table. They were sitting on the same side of the booth, and they had just finished eating.
"Me too, love. I hate the days we don't share classes."
Y/N grabbed the side of his face and pulled him close enough so their lips could meet. It wasn't a heated kiss, quite the opposite, but Ethan couldn't resist her. She drove him crazy even with the slight brush of their arms. And he had been wanting her all day long, hence why he got a little bit too excited by that kiss.
"I love you, happy anniversary, babe" she said when they broke the kiss.
"I love you, too." he smiled softly. "Happy anniversary."
"Let's pay and go home." Y/N suggested, attempting to stand up.
"Y/N/N, w-wait." he said, cheeks flushing a deep red. Shaky hands grabbed hers to stop her from leaving the seat. “Not yet.”
“What’s wrong? You finished your plate like fifteen minutes ago.” she furrowed her brows in confusion.
Ethan bit his lip nervously, ears turning red, as he pointed to his crotch. Y/N looked down and swallowed a chuckle. “Don’t laugh. I couldn’t help it, I’ve been needing you all day.”
“I’m sorry, you are just so cute when you’re embarrassed.” she said, playing with the collar of his shirt. Then, an idea crossed her mind and bit back a smirk as she set the plan in motion.
Y/N’s hand disappears under the table, her fingertips slowly running down Ethan’s thigh. His breath hitched as she pressed the palm against his hard-on. “What are you doing?” his eyes scanned the room to see if anyone could tell what his girlfriend was doing to him.
“What do you mean?” she smirked, shrugging innocently.
“Love…” he warned her, but at the same time he sounded like he was asking her for more. “We could get caught.”
“We are in an isolated corner. Besides, no one is paying us attention.” Y/N said before undoing his belt. Her hand sneaked inside his pants and boxer and it made contact with his throbbing dick. A whimper escaped his mouth, glossy eyes begging her to continue. “You have to keep quiet, tho, baby. Can you do that for me? So I can make you feel good?”
“Yes, please.” he whispered in a broken voice.
“So, so responsive, baby.” she said against his ear as she started stroking his length, pre-cum soaking her fingers. “Is this really because of me?”
“Only you. Always you.” he muttered, hiding his flushed face on her neck. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” and that’s when her hand stopped moving, and seconds later her fingers were zipping up his pants and buckling his belt. “W-hy did you stop?”
Y/N smiled at his frustrated tone. “Sorry, love, but no one gets to see you come but me. And I want to hear you moan my name loudly when that happens.”
“Can we go now?” Ethan begged.
FIFTEEN TORTUROUS MINUTES LATER, THE HORNY COUPLE ENTERED THE ELEVATOR OF THEIR BUILDING. Ethan didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close before he was cornering his girlfriend against the wall and devouring her mouth. It didn’t take long for his dick to harden again, and he made sure she could feel how much he needed her.
“This is what you do to me.” he growled against her neck, sucking the spot above her collarbone. “Why do you have to torture me like that?”
“I didn’t mean to torture you, I was just giving you a preview of our night. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.” she said before switching positions, his back hitting the large mirror.
“How?” he panted.
She looked up, grinning like a devil, and slowly kneeled in front of the boy, never taking her mischievous eyes off his. “Wasn’t fucking inside an elevator one of your fantasies?” she asked, and he nodded eagerly. “Well, I would be a terrible girlfriend if I didn’t make that happen.”
Ethan’s eyes were clouded with lust, his body growing warm in anticipation. He extended his fingers, pressing the 'stop' button of the elevator. “Go on” he tapped her cheek. “I want that pretty shade of red smeared all over my cock.”
Her thighs clenched, looking for some sort of friction. It was unbelievable the way he could make her so wet with just one sentence. He had a power over her, and she wasn’t ashamed to admit it. She would do anything he asked her to.
Y/N unzipped his dress pants for the second time that night, this time letting it fall to his feet alongside his boxers. The red angry head of his cock leaking pre-cum was right in front of her face, and she didn’t hesitate to clean it with a swirl of her tongue.
Ethan clenched his teeth “Jesus christ, I’m not going to last. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry.” she assured him. “I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you’re going to have to beg me to stop.”
“Promises, promises.”
Y/N arched an eyebrow, taking it as a personal challenge. Next thing Ethan knew, the tip of his cock was hitting the back of her throat, her nose brushing against his pelvis. The boy forced his eyes open and the sight drove him closer to the edge—his girlfriend's glossy eyes looking up at him as she stoked and sucked at the same time.
"So fucking beautiful. You love having my dick on your mouth, don't you?" he asked in a raspy voice, grabbing her hair as he moved his hips, fucking her throat. "Fuck, I'm about to come."
And that’s when Y/N took his length out of her mouth. Ethan was about to protest, frustrated for being denied of a release for the second time, but she pressed her lips against. “I want you to come inside me.”
Ethan’s eyes turned even darker, and he didn’t waste a second to pick her up and set her on the metal railing. Sneaking his hand under the dress, he pulled her panties to the side and dragged his finger up and down her slit. “So wet for me. Are you ready?”
“Yes, please. I need you.”
No matter how many times they had had sex, the burning feeling of his length stretching her walls was always there. “Are you going to let our neighbors know how well I fuck you?”
Y/N shouldn’t be so turned on at the thought of other people hearing the way she screamed Ethan’s name, but she was. “You fill me up so good, Ethan.”
“So tight and warm, baby.” he panted, quickening his thrusts. The sound of skin against skin filled the small elevator, and it only made the scene even more erotic. "You are making a mess on my cock, love. So wet. And all mine."
“Only yours.” she threw her head back, eyes shut in pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so fucking deep. I can feel every inch.”
“And you’re taking it so well. My good girl.” his fingers were gripping her ass so tight that it was going to leave marks. "I'm coming." Y/N quickly pressed the heel of her feet against his ass, pulling him even closer, and Ethan came undone. “Shit, that was the hottest thing ever.”
“It was.” she nodded in agreement, trying to catch her breath. “But we’re going to get caught, so we better go.”
“Wait, you didn’t come.” Ethan said embarrassed. Usually, his priority was always her. He wouldn’t let himself come until she did, but she had been teasing him all night and he was so clouded by lust that he couldn't thing of anything but the urge to release the bottled up tension.
“It’s okay, love. Today was about you.” she reassured him.
Ethan shook his head. “It’s our anniversary, so get your cute little ass to our apartment, I’m going to eat you out until your legs can’t function anymore.”
hiii, could i request reader pranking rafe/drew? Maybe telling rafe/drew that she got waxed by a guy or pretending to be on a call with a friend and telling her friend ways to cheat? It’s up to you, thank you soooo much!!
possessive!rafe(?), illusions to sex
“babe, im home!” you announced entering the house, the door swinging shut as you kicked off your shoes.
you made your way into the kitchen where your boyfriend was preparing lunch, his eyes falling on you with a smile.
“how was it?” he asked, wiping his hands on a towel before coming over to wrap his arms around your waist, bending down to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.
“good! it didn’t hurt as much this time,” you responded, watching as he hummed before turning back to finish his lunch, a small smirk making its way on your face.
“he was really nice as well, gave me a discount-”
“pause-” rafe cut off, whipping his head around with wide eyes, almost as if he didn’t hear you the first time.
“he?”
you pretended to act confused, slowly nodding as you shrugged your shoulders, “it was this new guy, but he did a good job.”
“y/n what the fuck- slow down-” he said, bringing his hand up to run through his hair before he let out a huff, “you let a guy wax you?”
“mhm,” you nodded, “what’s the big deal?”
his jaw dropped, completely flabbergasted at the way you were responding to all of this.
“he waxed your vagina!”
you nodded once again, keeping up the act of pretending to be confused as he stalked closer.
“you let another guy look at what’s mine?” he asked, voice low and breathing slow as he brought his hand up to hold the side of your face.
you could genuinely see the hurt in his eyes, deciding to stop the prank as you let out a small giggle, causing him to look at you in confusion.
“im just joking rafey,” you laughed, taking his free hand and holding it up to your lips to give his knuckles a kiss, “i had a girl do it, like it’s always been.”
“god woman,” he groaned, stepping away from you to run his hands over his face as you couldn’t help but giggled.
“you’re in for it now,” he said before taking you by the waist and hurling you over his shoulder, a squeal leaving your lips as he took you upstairs.
let’s just say, lunch was forgotten about.
Ride
Ryan Baker x Fem!Reader
Summary: A year after the chaos at Rightmart, you find yourself locked in a supply closet with the one person you hate the most.
Warnings: 18+, dry humping, enemies, slight edging, pure smut w/little to no plot.
a/n: you guys asked, and I delivered ;).
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The sound of your feet slapping on the linoleum floors echoes off the walls of the dimly lit hallways. Your lungs burn, your feet hurt and your throat is raw from screaming. Every time you breathe in, it sends bursts of pain through your chest, leaving you whimpering. But you know you can’t stop.
For the past 10 minutes, you’ve been swerving through the halls of your high school, trying to escape from the wrath of a killer. Plymouth, Massachusetts very own, John Carver.
Well, not actually John Carver. Exactly a year after the ‘incident’ at Rightmart during Black Friday, a psychopath decided to dress up in a plastic John Carver mask and go on a spree. He’s already claimed 2 victims in the past week alone. And, unfortunately, you’re next on his list.
His victims (so far) were each featured in the video your dumbass friend, Evan, posted online during the incident. He stood on a cashier counter and recorded the chaos of the shoppers around him, killing each other over 20% off waffle makers. Of course, you had your very own cameo. That video alone might earn you an axe in the head.
You turn a corner, skidding to a stop as the sound of the killer's footsteps completely ceases. The school is eerily quiet, the only sound you hear is your own blood pumping loudly in your ears.
Just as you begin to relax, assuming he left, a hand wraps around your hoodie, pulling you into a dark closet. A sharp gasp slips from your lips, filled with surprise and fear, but it's abruptly stifled as a strong hand clamps down over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut, worried if you open them the first thing you’ll see is the cool metal of an axe pummeling towards your face.
Instead, as you muster the courage to peel your eyelids apart, the world slowly comes into focus, revealing Ryan Baker mere inches away from your face. Seeing how close he is, you’d honestly rather take the axe.
It has been a year since Ryan abandoned you in Right Mart, a day that still haunts you. You still remember the cold tile beneath you as you sat, paralyzed, while screams echoed around you and chaos unfolded. Ryan, your ‘best friend’, vanished when you needed him most, leaving you shaking on the cold floors, blood pooling around you. So, you vowed to never speak to him again, let alone look at him.
You try to fight against his hand, but he pushes it further against your mouth, his leg trapping you against the wall. He looks through the slit in the door, and you squint, following his line of sight. Footsteps echo past the door, the sound of metal scraping against the wall vibrating through the thick wood.
The realization hits you like a semitruck. Ryan just saved your life. The killer must’ve turned the other way and looped around. Had Ryan not pulled you into the closet, you would’ve run headfirst into the man.
The footsteps disappear, and the only sound you can hear is the front door to the school swinging open and slamming shut. The fear and anxiety bleeds out of you once you know you’re safe, those feelings being quickly replaced with anger. Your hand finds his and you pry it off your mouth, taking a deep breath.
“Why are you sitting in a closet like a creep?”
He scowls, genuinely appalled at your lack of thankfulness. “I just saved your life and that’s all you can say to me?”
With an exaggerated sigh, you roll your eyes in a mix of annoyance and reluctant acceptance, knowing he’s right.
“Would've been nice if you did that last year.” You reach for the doorknob, fingers wrapping around the cool metal. The knob doesn’t turn, instead, it makes a horrible grinding sound that reverberates through your bones. Ryan doesn't seem to notice, instead opting to run his mouth like usual.
“Are you seriously still fuckin’ mad about that? I already told you why I left-“
“Ryan-“
“No- I’m talking! You’d be fucking dead-“
“Ryan! The door is stuck!” You yell, stopping his rant.
He finally pauses, and glances over at the knob. He turns it, the grinding sound filling your ears, making you wince. His eyebrows furrow in frustration as each turn of the knob brings the same conclusion.
He throws his shoulder against the sturdy door repeatedly, each hit resonating with a mournful groan. Despite his efforts, the door remains in place, holding its ground.
Fuck.
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He’s way too close to you. The closet is small and stuffy, leaving both of you barely any room to move. Ryan is sitting across from you, his knees pushed against yours. After sitting on the hard concrete floor for what feels like hours, you begin counting the different things that line the shelves. 27 toilet paper rolls, 18 paper towel rolls, and 3 dirty rags... A mop, 2 brooms… Okay, you’ve officially gone off the deep end.
Your train of thought is interrupted by Ryan. He hasn’t even moved, nor made any sounds in the past 10 minutes. It's his cologne. It fills the small space, and it makes you dizzy. The fragrance is expensive, musky. Fucking intoxicating.
Right now, when you’re supposed to hate him, it just makes you fucking furious. He has no right to smell like that... And look at you like that. And look like that. God, why does he look so good?
He clears his throat, his eyebrows furrowed in utter confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Scoffing, you pull your knees closer against your chest. “Because I’m mad at you!”
Ryan runs his hand through his thick brown hair, a few strands falling in front of his eyes. Shaking his head in frustration, he lets out a laugh. “I can’t believe you’re still mad about that! You’re so dramatic.”
Your face drops, and you stare at him blankly. His audacity is genuinely astounding. “Are you serious?”
Ryan opens his mouth for a second, his voice dying in his throat as you interrupt him. “You abandoned me in the middle of that fucking store. You- You left me to die, Ryan!”
The boy shakes his head, laughing bitterly again. God, he’s infuriating. “You know what? You seemed pretty protected already,” He scoffs, resting his arm on his knee. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what the hell he was talking about. Countless times, you’ve argued with him over this. It was always the same excuse: “I couldn’t find you in the crowd, so I left.” But, this? This was new.
“The fuck does that mean?”
He pauses, seemingly recounting that night. “Bobby. He was all up on you. You seemed fine, so I left,” he mutters, his voice laced with bitterness and… Jealousy? Something you can’t place.
Utterly dumbfounded, you laugh in surprise, fingernails digging into your palms. “Are you fucking kidding me? Bobby?!” It was the lamest excuse you have ever heard. Last year, he abandoned you in the middle of the purge for god's sake, because he saw Bobby ‘Golden Arm’ Di Stasi breathe within 2 feet of you.
Ryan scoffs again, his 20th within the hour. “I don’t get why you care so much! You’re fine! He seemed to have it all covered.”
“Because I wanted you there! Not fucking Bobby!” You yell out, voice reverberating off the walls.
Startled, Ryan recoils, eyes widening in shock. A brief flash of guilt crosses his face before he quickly hardens his resolve, transforming that guilt into a simmering anger. “You seemed pretty fuckin’ comfortable, princess,” he volleys back, voice laced with venom.
“I’m sorry he was actually there for me, unlike you! Seems to me that someone got jealous because they saw an attractive guy on top of me,” you blurt out.
Ryan’s face twists into purse disgust. “Attractive?? Stop dick riding for one fuckin’ second!”
“What’s with you and dicks? You wish it was you?” In all your years of being friends, you never were at the point of making sex jokes with him. Now, they seem to keep spilling out.
“I don’t know, you seem to know a lot about them!” He leans against the cool surface of the wall, tension radiating from his posture. His eyes, sharp and narrow, pierce through the dim light, filled with accusation.
“God, fuck you!” You let out a derisive laugh, a sharp sound that hangs in the air, as you avert your eyes from him.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He leans forward, his voice getting deeper. You still refuse to look at him. “Me taking you, right here in this closet?” His tone is teasing, dark. It’s meant to be a joke, played off as something just to get under your skin. But his eyes gleam with challenge.
You turn your head back to Ryan, your lips almost brushing against his, the tension heavy. He slid closer during the chaos of the fight, his body trapping you in. Cologne envelopes you like a blanket, your heart hammering in your chest.
“And what if I did?” For just a split second, Ryan’s eyes widen, his pupils blowing.
Just as you’re about to fight your own words, you suddenly feel the warmth of his lips pressing against yours. A firm hand grips your waist, drawing you closer until you find yourself nestled between his legs. Instinctively, your hands push against his chest, seeking balance as your heart races. The kiss breaks, and his eyes meet yours—glossy and unfocused.
You’re nestled between his legs, the warmth radiating from him grounding you as your fingers rest gently on his broad chest. His hands cradle your face, thumbs brushing softly against your skin. “Shit—I'm sorry—” he stammers, just as shocked as you are, even though he’s the one who started it.
Confusion swirls within you as you try to grasp the reality of what just happened. Your eyes search for answers, but all you find is a wide-eyed stare that mirrors your own bewilderment. His lips part slightly, as if he might speak, yet silence continued to hang heavily between you.
Within a few heartbeats, you pull his lips back towards you, teeth hitting his. The kiss is all teeth, desperate and intense. He gasps against you, hands wrapping around your waist to steady your body against his own. Underneath you, he crosses his legs, pulling you into his lap, causing you to yelp.
Hands finding the back of his neck, you tangle your fingers into the thick hair at his nape. He groans softly, tongue flicking across your bottom lip, seeking entrance. Obliging, you part your lips, inviting him in. With another groan, his tongue finds yours, tasting toothpaste and something sweet.
You whimper softly, eyebrows pulling together. He pulls at your hair, giving himself access to the side of your neck. Tongue sliding against your jaw, he peppers kisses along the sharp bone. Shaky breaths escape your lips with each press of his lips. For years, a part of you wondered what the curve of his mouth would feel like against your neck.
But, now, in the present? It was better than anything you could ever conjure up in your head. A nip of his teeth at your pulse point pulls you out of your thoughts. “Fuck…” Soft whines and whimpers leave your throat, matching the rhythm of Ryan’s lips against you.
All of your movements cease as he wraps your legs around his waist, pressing his hips against yours. You pull back, blinking down at him. Through all the fabric, you feel something pressing against your core. Your gaze is drawn to where your bodies meet, as you gape at the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
“See what you do to me?” Ryan groans out, grinding his hips up slowly, the friction making you bite your lip. In real time, you can feel him harden beneath you. Despite your many fantasies, you’d never imagined this. Ryan was just your best friend. The kid who used to bathe in pink bubbles. Never once did the thought that he even had a dick crossed your mind.
Now, sitting right on top of him, knowing you did that to him, your brain goes fuzzy. All thoughts are thrown out the window, your head filling with pure lust. Testing the waters, you grind against his jeans, watching each twitch of his face.
Large hands slide down your body, grabbing a handful of your ass. Ryan pulls you harder against him, guiding your hips with his hands. Each movement causes fabric to rub against your clit, your fingers digging further into his bicep. He readjusts, spreading his legs apart for you, his hand bracing on the floor behind him.
The feeling in your stomach tightens with each calculated roll of his hips. As much as you want all of him, the feeling is intoxicating. Neither of you can bring yourself to stop—even to strip. Ryan’s groans fill the closet, mixing with your escalating whimpers. The coil within you twists into knots, your hips jerking with each movement.
Ryan keeps you steady, making sure he’s hitting all the right spots. You feel your panties sticking to you, soaking straight through your too-tight shorts. Looking down, you see the denim on Ryan’s jeans darken. He doesn’t seem to mind, instead nipping at your collarbone.
“Ryan- Please,” you whimper, legs beginning to tremble softly. He leans back to look at you, grunting as he rolls his hips harder.
“Please what? You wanna come, sweetheart?” He asks, his voice mocking. All his movements stop, his fingers digging into your ass. You sneer at him, your eyebrows knitting tightly together in frustration. Heat throbs uncomfortably at your core. “Use your words.”
“Fuck you!” You spit venom at his face, your forehead pressed against his as your chest heaves. A low chuckle rumbles in Ryan’s throat, his fingers squeezing your hips. His bruising grip foils any attempt to move.
“Come on, I know you have it in you,” he urges, rolling his hips slightly, bringing you teetering over the edge. Whimpers leave your lips, frustration bubbling deep within you. He wants you to beg? Fine, you’ll fucking beg.
“Please,” you breathe out softly, biting your lip, eyelashes batting. Ryan shakes his head, seeing right through your little act. He holds you still for what feels like hours, not satisfied with any of your answers. You can tell he needs a release too, but it’s obvious how much the ‘sick fuck’ is enjoying it.
“Please, Ryan,” you whimper, desperation leaking into your voice. Your resolve crumbles as you lose yourself in a blind desperation.
“Please, please…” you repeat, over and over, pure lust crowding your vision. Never in your fucking life–especially not in the last year–did you expect to be pleading with Ryan Baker to make you come. But here you are, panties soaked, face painted with crimson, planted right on top of his dick.
Finally, he deems your pleading good enough and he continues his movements, this time moving deeper. Slower. Within a few moments, your legs tighten around his waist almost painfully. You throw your head back, your mouth open in a silent scream. He watches you tremble with a smirk on his face, your body jerking on top of him violently.
Obviously, his teasing was too much for you. Each time he brought you close to the edge, it just increased your sensitivity. Still, he rides you through your orgasm, his hips chasing yours, seeking his own release. Face twisting, he bites down on your neck, marking you as his. As he bites down, he groans through his teeth, hips jolting up. Wetness spreads beneath your ass, the evidence of his orgasm clear, even through his jeans.
You pull back to look into his eyes, still catching your breath. In the dim light of the closet, he looks fucking gorgeous. Strands of thick black hair fell over his forehead, his lips plump and smeared in lip gloss. Inside the walls of the closet, it’s only him. No Rightmart, no Bobby, no John Carver. Just him.
Basking in the moment for just a second, you press your lips softly against his. Maybe you’ll never forgive him, but as your legs continue to tremble, your feelings inevitably begin to change. Just as he opens his mouth to speak, sneakers slap on the floor just outside the closet.
Both your heads snap over to the door, pure fear cascading down on you, pulling you out of your fantasy. The doorknob twists, the harsh sound reverberating deep in your soul. Neither of you makes an effort to move, frozen in fear. What can you do? Beat him with a wet mop?
Suddenly something snaps and the door swings open, causing the person on the other side to stumble slightly. As the fluorescent light pours into the stuffy dimly lit room, your eyes widen. On the other side, your entire friend group gapes, way past dumbfounded.
Jess stares down at you both, her jaw hanging open. There was no getting out of this.
Eyes flicker over Ryan’s tousled hair. His lips, glistening with Cherry gloss, draw attention like a magnet before the group's gaze settles on the large damp patch spreading across the fabric of his jeans. As if your being caught sitting on his fucking lap wasn’t damning enough, they continue to stare blankly at you both, inspecting you like Sherlock fucking Holmes.
In a few heartbeats, chaos erupts.
“Ew! What the fuck!” Gabby yells, her voice rising by almost 4 octaves.
“I thought you hated him!” Jess says, tearing her eyes away, obviously too uncomfortable to even process what’s going on. “Does getting chased by a fucking serial killer turn you guys on?!” Evan runs a hand through his hair, genuinely shocked, a state you’ve never seen him in before. “Y’all are fuckin’ freaks!” Scuba laughs wildly, clapping his hands as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever seen.
Yulia just stays silent. You knew always liked her the best for a reason.
As your friends continue to hound you both, you slowly stand up, Ryan following suit. He follows behind you like a puppy, earning a clap on the back by Scuba. Jess shakes her head at you, too lost to even be disappointed.
You both do the walk of shame through the hallway, pants uncomfortably soaked through. As you shuffle your feet, your friends laugh and elbow you in the ribs. Ryan steals a few glances, sporting a smug smirk.
Dick.
Still, you can't help but smile back.
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