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Shaved Confessions (j.m)
Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: An innocent moment of watching JJ shave turns into a little more.
Warnings: Fluff, slight suggestive content
Word Count: 1.6k
Gif creds: @cherryusa
“JJ,” I call, entering the Chateau without knocking first. John B always gave me shit for drumming my knuckles against the front door before entering his house, so I’ve finally broken the habit.
“You’re at my house more than you’re at your own, Y/n, it’s really not necessary to knock. Just come on in and let your presence be known,” he’d chuckled one day after answering the door to find me shyly twiddling my thumbs.
“In here,” he responds from the bathroom, leading me towards his voice. I find him hunched over the sink with his toothbrush hanging half out of his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed as he runs his fingers over the stubble on his chin. His hair is damp and disheveled, the towel wrapped haphazardly around his neck indicating that he’d just gotten out of the shower. “You like what you see?” My eyes lock onto his boyish grin for a split second before rolling back into my head.
“Just surprised by the fact that you actually shower. I always assumed you thought a dip in the ocean did the trick,” I quip back, shrieking when his towel whips against my bare thigh in retaliation.
“Oh shut up,” he smiles, throwing the towel back over his shoulders before spitting the toothpaste into the sink so he can rinse his mouth out. “That accusation holds no weight when you’re always telling me that I smell good.”
“Touché,” I hum, pushing past him to sit on the toilet. He gives me the side eye, ensuring that I catch the wink he sends my way before rummaging through the drawers to find his shaving cream. “Damn, you got a hot date tonight that I’m crashing by being here?”
“Bold of you to assume that you’re crashing my date instead of being it,” his eyebrows raise for a brief moment before he returns his focus to smearing shaving cream across his jawline. A sarcastic laugh falls from my lips, but the awkward cough that follows kills it’s credibility. JJ’s lips twitch knowingly, but he doesn’t say anything, instead he drags his razor across the left side of his jaw, ridding it of the stubble.
“That seems like a satisfying process,” I hum after roughly thirty seconds of comfortable silence.
“It is,” he agrees, turning the faucet on to clean cream off the razor. He moves to continue shaving before his movements pause. JJ straightens up, angling himself towards me, “You want to try it?” The question takes me off guard, my cheeks burning under his curious gaze. I opt for nodding rather than trusting my voice, standing from my position on the toilet to meet him at the sink.
“Sure,” I shrug, taking the razor from his hand. “The angle’s going to be a little awkward though.” JJ nods in agreement before hooking his hands around my waist to hoist me onto the counter in front of him. “You’ve gotta give a girl a heads up before man handling her, J,” I giggle, steadying myself with his shoulders.
“Noted, ma’am,” he comments, his own laugh mixing with mine before he situates himself between my legs. “Better, though?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, gesturing for him to look to one side so that I can focus on the task at hand. I gently hook one hand behind his neck to keep my grip steady, unintentionally sucking in a breath before carefully continuing the job. We stand in silence for awhile, JJ’s fingers mindlessly drawing shapes on my legs attempt to steal my focus but I reel my thoughts in rather than allowing them to make something out of such a small gesture.
“You look really cute when you’re focused like this,” JJ points out, just before I’m finished with the last section of his face. My eyebrows crinkle together at his words, a slight scoff escaping my throat while I rinse the razor one last time.
“I do not,” I huff, steadying my free hand against his neck again, my thumb resting right again his jaw. His adam’s apple slowly bobs at the touch, his tongue swiping across his lips before they curve into another smile.
“Yes you do,” he whispers, just as I finish up. I roll my eyes at him, moving to remove my hand from his neck but he halts my movements with his own, catch my hand with his to keep it in place against his skin. “In fact, you always look really cute. God, how’d I get so lucky to have you in my life?”
“JJ, what the hell are you saying,” I murmur, unable to fight the blush erupting across my cheeks. He’s always unapologetically flirted with me but it’s always been in a joking manner. The tone in his voice makes me believe that this time is different. “You sound love sick.” My voice wavers at my own words, disbelief evident as they rolled off my tongue. His eyes search mine for a moment, clearly an act of contemplating if he wanted to say what he was thinking while I remain frozen in place.
“Maybe I am,” he admits so easily, no hint of laughter evident in his words. I never thought he could be so focused on me before, his eyes seemingly swimming over every aspect of my face as an attempt to gauge the effect his words have on me.
“Don’t play with me,” I sigh, discarding the dirty razor into the sink. My voice low and unsteady. I’ve always wondered and desired for his attention to be on me in this way, to solely have his undivided attention as more than just his best friend, but now that this reality is unraveling in front of me, I can’t help but feel as though he’s joking around and tooling with my emotions. “I don’t think this is funny.”
“I don’t either,” he murmurs, casually catching my loose strands of hair with his fingers so that he can hook them behind my ear. His hand reminds in that position, his palm gently resting against my cheek as his eyes focus solely on mine. “Who said anything about playing? I’m being dead serious.” Another sigh rolls off my tongue, but I can’t keep myself from leaning into his palm, my eyes closing at the effortlessly comfort that his touch brings. “God, you’re so beautiful, Y/n.”
Now my eyes are snapping open with his admission, my head lifting to lock with his gaze long enough to assure myself that he’s being genuine. “JJ,” I begin, but immediately close my mouth when he shushes me, clearly not finished.
“God,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across my jaw. “I’ve been in love with you for so damn long that it physically hurt me to keep it to myself anymore. I know we’re best friends, but I’ve always felt like we’ve been more than that beneath the surface. I just didn’t want to say anything in case I was wrong, but I couldn’t go another second without telling you the truth.” He pauses for a second, sucking in a sharp breath as he’s met with silence. “Please say something,” he breathes, both hands finding a home on either side of my face. My eyes flutter closed while I intentionally take a moment to cherish the feeling bubbling in my chest right now. “Tell me I’m not the only one that feels this way.”
“Kiss me,” I whisper, internally jolting as the words slip off my tongue before I can catch them.
“What?” he chokes out, his grip on my face tightening in the slightest so that I’ll look at him. My eyes flutter open to meet his gaze once again.
I lean forward in the slightest, just enough to where our noses nearly graze one another. “Kiss me,” I command gently, my heart skipping a beat when I catch his endearing expression just before he leans in, breaking the space between us to cement the truth that both of our heart have been living in denial about for ages. That we’re two best friends who were always destined to fall in love.
I gasp the moment our lips collide, my hands instinctively pulling him flush against my body while he takes the opportunity to fight for dominance, winning almost instantly. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair as he trails his lips down to my neck, the unexpected contact earning a breathy moan from me. He reattaches his lips to mine immediately following the noise, quickly hooking his arms under my thighs to hoist me into his embrace again, not breaking contact as he effortlessly carrie’s me to his bedroom and closes the door, pinning my body against it as his fingers swiftly twist the lock. He presses me into the faux wood of the door, slightly grinding his hips into mine with a husky groan.
“JJ,” I murmur breathlessly as he makes his way back down to my neck, his kisses growing more desperate with every passing second. “Hey,” I stop him, hooking a finger under his chin to force his attention onto me. “I’m all yours if you mean everything you said. I’ll let you prove it to me unless you’re gonna go changing your mind tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t take any of this back if my life depended on it,” he mumbles, before turning around and dropping me onto the soft covers of his bed. “Count this as proof, you’re tied to me forever.”
I blink up at him, blindly shuffling backward toward the headboard with a daring smile dancing on my lips. “Oh, I’m tied to you forever?” I pause, deepening the intense stare I’ve locked onto him while nibbling at my lip. Sparing him a slow, unquestionably seductive, once over before meeting his eyes again, I muster a taunting smile. “Why don’t you prove it?”
The expression on his face twists into something more feral, an exasperated groan bubbling from his chest as he launches himself on top of me, earning a surprised squeal in response.
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A/n: I’m currently dusting off some of my drafts in celebration of season fours oncoming release, when reading this one, I simply had to finish and share it with anyone willing to give it a read.
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Sit Still and Study
Summary: Studying isn’t in JJ’s nature and neither is sitting still, but he’ll do both for (Y/N). 18+ Only.
Warnings: Cockwarming, mentions of failing a class/summer school, description of untreated ADHD, unprotected sex
Author’s Note: I know I usually only write for Topper, but this just popped into my brain and took root. I was thinking of expanding my writing to other characters anyway and figured it was a sign that I couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Enjoy!!!
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“JJ, you need to focus so you can pass this test. Or do you want to spend your summer retaking it instead of surfing?” (Y/N) looked at her boyfriend who had stood up to look out the window for the tenth time.
He turned back to her, puppy dog eyes in place. “I know, (Y/N/N), but I just can’t sit still, you know that.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, murmuring to herself, “I can think of one thing that will keep you still.”
JJ’s eyes lit up, obviously having heard her despite her effort to the contrary. “Then let’s do it.”
(Y/N) glared at him. “JJ, I was joking!” she exclaimed, somehow shocked at his enormous sex drive even after dating for two years. “You need to study, and I don’t think me sitting on your cock is going to help.”
JJ knelt in front of her, his eyes pleading. “Come on, (Y/N/N), you said yourself I need to pass this test. I need some sort of incentive and getting to fuck you after you’ve warmed me is the best one I can think of.” He could see she was breaking at his compliment, so he brought out the puppy dog eyes again, not even sorry that he was playing dirty. “Please, teddy bear?”
Her will always broke whenever he brought out that nickname, and he knew it. She stood, sighing, “Fine. But the minute you move, we go back to studying my way and you won’t get anything but a passing grade on the test, got it?”
He nodded quickly, beaming. In a blink of an eye, he had removed his shorts and laid down on the bed, patiently waiting for (Y/N) to join him.
She did a moment later, notebook in hand, easing down onto his cock that was standing at attention for her. Once she was settled, she cleared her throat, all business as if she didn’t have her boyfriend’s cock kissing her cervix. “Now, tell me the major effects of the Compromise of 1850."
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High on You - JJ Maybank Imagine
A/N: so I wrote this when I was in this state the other night and I think it turned out cute
“Do you think raccoons will take over the world one day?” The words left your lips as you laid on the hammock at the chateau, your eyes glazed and staring at the stars. You couldn’t help but hear JJ snort laughing beside you, smoke bellowing out of his lips. He gave you a goofy, lopsided smile as he thought over your question. “I mean, they could. They have opposable thumbs and that seems like a quality you must have to rule the world.” His justification sent you into a fit of giggles, John B and Sarah rolling your eyes at the two of you.
“How do you get even weirder when you’re high?” John B’s voice called over to the two of you, looking at you questioningly as Sarah playfully slapped his arm. “John B, you are just jealous the raccoons won’t want you in their army.” JJ’s voice was mixed with a chuckle as the boys threw their middle fingers up at each other, John B mumbling under his breath. Sarah took his hand and led him inside, a final middle finger being thrown your way.
You sat there giggling and zoned out, your hand absentmindedly pulling chips out of the bag beside you and eating them. “You know what sounds good?” Your eyes moved over to JJ as he was grumbling on about John B, his gaze moving to you as he took in your high state. You normally looked gorgeous, but you currently had never looked prettier to him. Your eyes were absolutely glassy, your hair slightly messy, and a drunken smile on your lips. “Mozzarella sticks?” His voice was hopeful as he looked at you, a childlike smile present. “No, I was thinking pizza. But, now I want mozzarella stick pizza.” You we’re lost in thought before you heard JJ brace himself on the hammock, his leg coming down to stead the two of you. “I think we need that right now. I knew there was a reason I loved you.”
You just chuckled and smiled as JJ helped you off the hammock, taking your hand and running towards the door. The two of you were headed off to make John B and Sarah disappointed in you as you explained what you wanted for dinner and schemed how to make it happen. But, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Hey i was wondering if you would do a obx barry request? maybe some smut and fluff
had like three different ideas for this one, but hope you enjoy my dear! (went more with the implied smut with this idea)
"who's that?" rafe asked, stepping closer to where barry stood as he grabbed what rafe came here for.
barry glanced over to where he saw rafe looking, it was you curled up on the sofa reading the most recent book you had started. "don't worry about it, country club. that's my business, you worry about yours."
"ah, so that's who takes up most of your time when i'm not around?"
"yeah, when i can get away from your bullshit."
"i see why she does, she's hot."
"ah, i'm gonna stop you right there. that's all i'll hear about her from you, now go," he said, quickly guiding him out of the house. turning back towards you, he noticed you already looking at him, "hi, pretty girl."
"hi, baby. that was a bit much, don't you think?"
"no. i think it was perfectly reasonable, he was looking at what's mine," he walked closer to where you sat on the couch, looking at the book in your hands. "how's your book coming along?"
"it's really good," you paused as you felt him sit next to you on the couch, "you have that look on your face."
"what look?"
you placed your bookmark and set down your book before you settled on his lap, "the jealous look."
"there's nothing to be jealous of," he said, settling his hands on your hips, "i know you're mine, you know i'm yours. same old, same old."
you watched his face carefully, wrapping your arms around his neck, "you know, it's okay just to admit you're jealous. you don't need to be, especially of rafe cameron of all people."
the grip on your hips tightened slightly, "i'm not jealous."
you simply hummed in response as your hands went to his hair, "you're cute when you're jealous."
"and you're cute in general," he said, dipping his head as his pressed a kiss to your neck causing your breath to hitch, "you like that, mama?"
"you're asking stupid questions and also proving that you're jealous with the new initiative to mark me up."
"gotta make sure they know you're mine, pretty girl."
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obx blurbs
rafe cameron:
- Mirror Sex w/ Rafe
- Riding Rafe
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The summer that changed everything
Type: One Shot about John B (Outer Banks)
Rating: Rated R
Trigger Warning: Kidnapping
Word Count: 4500+
Pairing: John B & Karly
Enjoy!
It was finally summer time which meant that it was time to go to their summer vacation home. It was in a small town in North Carolina called outer banks. Karly was ready to get out of the city and just be free for three months. Plus she was missing her best friends. She was in her room packing her bags with her other best friend Amy.
"I'm going to miss you," Amy said.
"I know and I'll miss you," Karly said as she pouted slightly.
"Are you finally going to tell John B?" Amy asked.
"Tell John B what?" Karly said as she tried to act as if she had no clue what Amy was talking about.
"You know what Karly," Amy said.
"I don't know, see how the summer goes," Karly said.
"Uh huh," Amy rolled her eyes.
"Whatever" Karly laughed slightly.
"Seriously though, I'm going to miss you," Amy said as she hugged Karly. "Call me every day," she said.
"I will," Karly said as she hugged Amy. "I think I'm all packed," she said as she closed her suitcase.
Kalya took her suitcase down and placed it in the car with the rest of her family's stuff. She hugged Amy one last time before they left for North Carolina.
-Meanwhile in North Carolina-
John B and JJ were getting ready for Kayla and her family to arrive. Made sure everything in the house was ready and stocked so they wouldn't have to worry about anything.
"Are you ready for her to be here?" JJ asked.
"Of course I am," John B said.
"Are you going to tell her?" JJ asked.
"Tell her what?" John B asked.
"That you like her" JJ nudged John B.
"Maybe" John B shrugged.
"You need to," JJ said.
"Mind yours and I'll mind mine," John B said.
"Uh huh," JJ said as he rolled his eyes. "What time are they arriving?" he asked.
"Late tonight, so probably won't see her until tomorrow," John B said.
"Alright" JJ nodded.
They finished getting everything ready for them to arrive. JJ left the house but John B ended up staying because he wanted to be the first one who saw her. They didn't arrive until late and Karly was asleep in the back seat.
"Hey, John B" Karly's mom said.
"Hey Ms. Jordan" John B said as he hugged her.
"She's asleep in the car," Ms. Jordan said.
"I'll get her," John B said as he opened the car door.
Karly's brother Mack and her father went inside with her mom. John B gently snaked his arms around Karly and picked her up out of the car. She moved slightly as she started to wake up, resting her head on his chest. He took her into the house and laid her on the bed in her room.
"Hey Karly," John B whispered.
"John B?" she rubbed her eyes..
"In the flesh" he smiled as he looked at her. "Go back to sleep, I'll see you in the morning," he said.
"Ok," she nodded and cuddled to a pillow as he placed the blanket over her.
He turned off the light before he left her room. He said his good night to the rest of the family before leaving and heading back to his place. When John B returned to his place of course JJ was there waiting.
"Where have you been?" JJ asked.
"I waited for them to arrive," John B said.
"Oh, you did now?" JJ said. "I wonder why" he crossed his arms.
"Oh huh JJ," John B said as he playfully pushed JJ.
"Did you see her?" JJ questioned.
"She was asleep so I carried her inside and put her into her bed," John B said.
"Oh look at the gentlemen" JJ chuckled slightly.
"Shut up JJ," John B said as he rolled his eyes.
"You are her hero," JJ said as he lay on the couch.
"Uh huh," John B said as he lay on the bed.
Within a few seconds of their heads hitting the pillows, they were fast asleep. In the morning John B was woken up by JJ making loud noises in the kitchen. John B groaned and threw a pillow at JJ before turning back over and going back to sleep.
"Hey Karly," JJ said.
"Uh, what?" John B said as he sat up.
"Gotcha" JJ smiled.
"You asshole," John B said as he laid back down.
"Get up," JJ said.
"I don't want to," John B said as he yawned.
"Don't you want to be all ready when she comes over?" JJ asked.
"Do you even know if she's coming over here or not? No? So hush it" he said as he placed the blanket over his head.
"Uh huh," JJ said as he rolled his eyes.
JJ continued making noises in the kitchen while he made his coffee. John B sighed and pulled himself out of the bed and went into the bathroom. He took a shower and got ready for the day. By the time he finished the rest of the gang was there.
"Hey, guys," John B said. "I thought you couldn't hang out with us anymore Kiara" John B said as he hugged Kiara.
"What my parents don't know won't hurt them" she smiled as she hugged him.
"Guess who's in town," JJ said.
"Who?" Pope asked.
"John B's girlfriend," JJ said.
"What? Karly's back?" Sarah asked.
"Yes she's back in town and she's not my girlfriend," John B said as he pushed JJ.
"But he wants her to be," JJ smiled.
"Oh stop it," John B said.
"We all know it's true John B," Kiara said.
"Ok but she doesn't so can I be the one who tells her?" John B said.
"Of course, you can but don't wait too long," Sarah teased him.
"Not you too," John B said as he rolled his eyes.
"You have liked her forever, you need to tell her," Pope said.
"I know, just trying to figure out when," John B said.
"We are going to hold you to that, this summer," Kiara said.
"Ok if I don't tell her by the midsummer event then you guys can," John B said. "Deal?" he looked around.
"Deal" Everyone said as John B rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch.
John B rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch. He didn't know how to tell Karly. They were best friends and he didn't want to do anything to lose her. Before he could think about it any longer Karly pulled up. Everyone went outside to greet her.
"Look, it's a stranger," Sarah said.
"Uh huh," Karly rolled her eyes as she hugged Sarah.
"Hey Karly," JJ said as he hugged her.
"Hey, you" She smiled as she hugged JJ and then Pope.
"Hey," John B said softly.
"Hey I saw you last night," She said as she hugged John B.
"Yea and I put you to sleep," He said as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Look at our boy all grown up," JJ joked.
"Uh huh" John B rolled his eyes.
"So what are we doing today?" Karly asked as she stayed close to John B.
"Probably drink and get on the boat," JJ said.
"Sounds good," Karly said. "Let's get the summer started," she said.
"Yea let's" John B smiled.
"Well I'm going to get changed, you guys get everything ready?" she asked.
"Sure," Pope nodded.
She grabbed her bag out of the car and went inside. She went into the bathroom and started to get undressed when John B entered the house. He walked towards the kitchen, walking past the bathroom and catching a glimpse of Karly.
"Sorry," John B said.
"It's ok," She nodded.
"You are hot," He said.
"You think?" She asked.
"Yes of course," he said as he moved closer into the bathroom. "I always have thought that," he said.
"You have?" She looked at him.
He nodded as he moved closer to her gently placing his hands against her hips. She looked up at him as he pulled her closer to him. He placed his hand against her jaw, leaning down slightly. She leaned up allowing their lips to meet, she hesitated for a second before kissing him. He deepened the kiss, pushing her against the wall. She grabbed his hips, keeping him close as she kept the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, placing his lips against her neck. She grabbed the back of his neck as she started to moan.
"Door" she whispered.
"I got it" he pulled away slightly pushing the door shut, locking it before returning to her.
He placed his hand against the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. She kissed him softly but it turned intense pretty quickly. She parted her lips allowing his tongue to slip on, running her hand down his body. She placed her hand over his groin, realizing he was already hard. He pulled back from the kiss as he felt her hand against him.
"Is this ok?" she asked.
"I'm sure they are looking for us," he said.
"I'm sure they are," she said, annoyed.
"Let go" he grabbed her hand and led them back outside.
"Love birds," JJ joked.
"I got the beer" John B rolled his eyes.
He dropped her hand and got onto the boat with the boys. They helped the girls up before sailing off into the lake. Karly grabbed her a drink and went to sit on the bow. Sarah and Kiarra joined her as the boys were talking.
"So anything new with you?" Sarah asked.
"No, I've been focused on school," Karly said.
"Any boyfriends back home?" Kiarra asked.
"No," Karly said as she looked at John B.
"Wait you got it hot for John B as well," Sarah said.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"You are looking at John B, staring at him actually," Kiara said.
"I'm not! He just caught my attention for a second" She rolled her eyes.
"What happened back at the house?" Sarah asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You two were gone for a while," Sarah said.
"He was getting beer and I was changing," Karly said as she nodded.
"If you say so, but you seemed upset when you came out," Kiarra said.
"I'm fine," Karly said.
Sarah and Kiarra dropped it since it seemed to be something bothering Karly. They sat on the bow and enjoyed their time together, just drinking. Finally, the boys joined them, John B sat next to Karly placing his arm around her shoulders. She looked out towards the water.
"So does anyone need a refill on their drinks?" JJ asked.
"I could use some more, I'll get it," Karly said as she pulled away from John B.
"What did you do?" Sarah asked as she pushed Sarah.
"It's complicated," John B sighed. "I'll talk to her," he said as he got up, following Karly.
"You need some?" She asked.
"No I'm good, but you're not," he said.
"I'm fine, enjoying my night with my friends," she said.
"Karly, I know you," he said. "Can we talk?" he asked.
"Nothing to talk about," She said as she grabbed her cup.
"Stop please" he grabbed her arm. "I know I cold shoulder you back there but I don't want to rush this," he said.
"There is no this apparently" She looked at him.
"Because I didn't want to hook up that quickly?" He looked at her. "Karly," he said.
"You can't kiss a girl and almost hook up then walk away" She crossed her arms. "Without any explanation," she said.
"I'm trying to give you that now," he said. "I've liked you for too long to just rush this, " he said.
"I've always wanted this with you John B and I had it then it slipped from me," she said.
"No, it didn't because I'm still here I just don't want to rush it," he said. "I like you too much for that, you deserve better," he said.
"I'm scared that I would lose you if I told you," she said.
"And I feel the same" he pulled her to him. "But I want this" he tilted her chin up. "With you" he whispered.
She leaned up and kissed him softly as everyone started to cheer. John B wrapped his arm around her, keeping the kiss between them. She smiled against his lips as she pulled away, resting her forehead against his. They finally pulled away from each other and went to sit with the others. She leaned against his chest as they watched the sunset. He kept his arm around her as the night went on.
"So we do this every summer" JJ started to say.
"Yea we do," She nodded. "Wait NO JJ," She said as he grabbed her, picking her up.
Pope and John B picked up Sarah and Kiara and threw them overboard with Karly. Of course, the boys jumped in after them so they all got wet. Once the girls surfaced back up they splashed the boys. John B grabbed Karly wrapping his arms around her. She leaned in and kissed him softly only to push him under the water. He resurfaced and tried to grab her but she swam away. JJ got out of the lake and went to start the fire. John B and Pope also got out of the water to go inside to get blankets. The girls got out of the water. John B wrapped a blanket around Karly and handed one to Sarah.
"It's cold," Karly said.
"Yea yea" JJ laughed. "It's tradition," he said.
"Uh huh," Sarah said.
"One day, you'll pay," Kiara said.
"I'll wait for that day," JJ said. "I got the fire ready," he said.
"Thanks," John B said as he wrapped his arm around Karly. She opened the blanket up so he could also get warm.
They sat around the fire together. Karly cuddled up to John B to stay warm.
"This is nice and all but I'm going to go get warm and go to bed," Karly said.
"I'll join you," John B said.
"Lightweights," JJ said.
"Uh huh" John B flicked him off as he walked with Karly.
She went and changed into her sweatpants and tank top as John B changed as well. He went into the kitchen to grab them a snack when she came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her hand against his back. He placed his hand on hers, just taking in the moment. He then shifted his weight as he turned to face her, placing his arms around her. She moved her arms around his neck, moving closer to him. He gripped her hips, picking her up and placing her on the counter. He moved between her legs as he rested his hands against her thighs. She grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer to her. Allowing her lips to linger against his, making him want it that much more. He finally gave in and kissed her hungry, pulling her to him. She wrapped her legs around him as she kept the kiss, gently tugging at the bottom of his lip. He picked her up off the counter and moved her onto the bed. Moving over top of her still resting between her legs. Pulling away from the kiss to look at her, but she didn't allow him to look for too long. She pulled him back down and kissed him, pushing her hips up and rolling them over. She sat up and pushed the hair from her face as she looked at him. He placed his hands against her hips, sitting up slightly. She leaned down, allowing her lips to linger against his again.
"Not tonight" she whispered before she moved off of him.
"Ok," he said as he took a deep breath in, laying back against the bed.
"Oh you don't like that feeling now do you?" she asked.
"Just getting me back from earlier" he shifted so he was laying on his side.
"Maybe" she looked at him.
"Yea I get it," he said as he brushed the hair from her face.
She snuggled up against his chest as he pulled a blanket over them both. She drifted off to sleep first but he wasn't too far behind her. The rest of the crew finally turned in and found a place to sleep around the house. In the morning John B woke up and got out of bed as gently as he could. Karly was still sleeping, John B went outside where he saw JJ.
"Hey," JJ said.
"Hey," John B said.
"How did that happen so quickly?" JJ asked.
"I don't know, I just saw her in that bathing suit and then we started to make out," he said.
"Oh, that easy huh?" JJ said.
"I guess so," John B shrugged.
"Yet you were so nervous all those years," JJ said.
"I don't want to ruin this," John B sighed. "She's important to me," he said.
"I know that she is important to you," JJ said. "You two are perfect together," he said.
"You think so?" John B asked.
"Yes I do, everyone does," JJ said.
"Last night she killed me," John B joked.
"What do you mean?" JJ asked.
"Well we were making out again and I thought we were going all the way until she pulled away," John B said.
"Did one of your moves I see" JJ nodded.
"Oh, stop," John B said as he pushed JJ.
"You did it to her so pay back," JJ said.
"Uh huh," John B said.
"But seriously, I'm happy for you two," JJ said.
"Thanks, man," John B said.
Karly finally woke up, moving her arm around the bed to realize that John B was gone. She sat up in bed and stretched, looking around for John B. She got out of bed and made herself a cup of coffee, sitting at the kitchen table. JJ and John B finally walked back in.
"Morning sleepy head," John B said as he walked over to Karly, kissing her softly.
"Uh huh," She said.
"Let's go get breakfast down at the cafe," Kiara said.
"Sounds good," John B said. "Are you coming with us?" he said as he looked at Karky.
"Yes, it has food involved so yes" she nodded.
They all went down to the cafe that Kiara's parents owned. They grabbed a table and Karly grabbed a menu. She was the only one since the other knew what they wanted. She leaned against John B as she looked over the menu. She finally decided and they ordered their food.
"So I know you two just got together but is it just a summer thing?" Sarah asked.
"Excuse me?" Karly asked.
"Is it a summer thing?" Sarah asked.
"I hope it's not," John B said as he pulled Karly closer. "We will figure it out," he said.
"I don't think it's just a summer thing" She looked at John B. "I would hope not any way" she whispered.
"It's not" he leaned down and kissed her softly. "I got you now so I'm never letting go," he said.
"Good," She smiled.
The food finally arrived and the conversation went silent. Of course, now Karly was thinking about what Sarah said. Was it just a summer thing? What would happen when they said goodbye at the end of summer? There were so many questions that she wanted to have the answers to but didn't. She pushed it to the back of her mind and decided to live in the moment now. She was his and he was hers so right now that's all that mattered. Plus they had all summer to figure it out so why rush it? A few weeks went by, and John B and Karly were always together. It was the midsummer party, Kiara got them all tickets to go. Karly was at her parent's place getting ready for the event when Amy walked in.
"NO WAY" Karly screamed as she hugged Amy.
"I told you I wanted to come down at some point in the summer," Amy said.
"I know but you didn't tell me you were coming this weekend," She said.
"Surprise," Amy said. "Where are you going, all dressed up?" she asked.
"It's a midsummer party," Karyl said. "I'll text Kiara and tell her that I have a plus one," She said as she texted Kiara.
"You want me to join in?" Amy asked.
"Of course I do, now get dressed," She said.
"Sure" Amy smiled as she went through her bag.
They finished getting ready, right on time because John B just knocked on the door. They came down and went outside to meet John B.
"This is my boyfriend John B," Karly said.
"Oh, boyfriend?" Amy asked. "It's nice to meet you," she said.
"You as well," John B nodded. "Your name was?" he asked.
"Sorry this is Amy, my best friend from home," Karly said.
"Oh, nice to meet you, Amy," John B said.
John B grabbed Karly's hand and intertwined their fingers as they walked to the car. He opened the door helping both of them inside before getting in the driver's seat. Karly snuggled close to John B as they drove towards the midsummer party. John B parked the car and opened the door for them. They meet Karia outside to get their tickets so there wouldn't be any questions. John B went to get them some drinks as Amy and Karly walked around taking in the scene.
"I have something to tell you," Amy said.
"What?" Karly asked.
"Dylan is here," Amy said.
"Are you serious?" she asked. "Why?" she sighed.
"He threatened me to get the information about where you were at," Amy said.
"I thought he was in jail," Karly said.
"He got out," Amy said.
"Is he here at the midsummer party or just here in general?" She asked.
"I'm not sure, I'm so sorry," Amy said.
"It's not your fault," Karly said as she hugged Amy.
"Here you go babe," John B said as he handed her a drink.
"Thank you" Karly nodded as she took the drink.
"And one for you," John B said as he handed Amy one.
"Thanks," Amy said.
"Ok, what did I miss?" John B asked.
"Nothing," Karly said.
Karly took a few sips from her drink before placing it down. She grabbed John B and pulled him onto the dance floor. They spent most of the night just dancing away. All of a sudden Karly saw Dylan at the midsummer party.
"Hey I'm thirsty, can you get me another drink please?" She said,
"Sure," John B said as he went to get her another drink.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she walked up to Dylan.
"To find you, my love," Dylan said.
"I'm not yours and you are supposed to be staying away from me," She said.
"And what's fun about that?" Dylan asked.
"You went to jail and I have a restraining order," she said.
"Oh my love you are funny," Dylan said as he grabbed her arm. "I like breaking the law" he whispered in her ear.
"I see that, now let me go," she said.
"No, you are coming with me," Dylan said.
"Excuse me, who are you?" John B said as he walked up.
"Her boyfriend, pretty boy," Dylan said.
"What?" John B asked as he looked at Karly.
"You don't need to talk to her," Dylan said as he moved behind Karly, keeping his grip on her arm. She could feel the knife he had against her back.
"Yea he's my boyfriend," she said. As those words came from her lips she could see John B's heartbreak.
"You told me you didn't have a boyfriend," John B said.
"I'm sorry John B," Karly said.
"You heard her, we should go," Dylan said.
She walked out with Dylan, she looked back at John B. She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry" before disappearing with him. John B walked off from the midsummer ball, the crew followed him down to the beach.
"Go away," John B said.
"You know we won't leave you alone," Sarah said.
"How could she do that?" John B asked.
"I don't know," Kiara said as she placed her arm around John B.
"I fucking love her" John B said as he placed his head down in his hand.
"It's not what it looks like," Amy said as she walked up to the group.
"SHE LEFT WITH HIM!" John B said.
"John B calm down," Sarah said.
"I'm sorry but it's not what it looks like," Amy said.
"Then explain!" John B said.
"That is her ex-boyfriend who just got out of jail" Amy started to say.
"Out of jail? Why was he in jail?" JJ asked.
"For beating Karly" Amy looked down. "He got out and threatened to kill me if I didn't tell him where Karly was," She said.
"She's in danger," Kiara said.
"Where did they go?" John B asked.
"I don't know," Amy said. "I'm sorry," she said.
"Ok, we all need to calm down and think straight so we can help her," Sarah said.
"Yea we need to make a plan," Kiarra said.
They went back to John B's place and tried to figure out where he would take her. He was in a new town so he probably did know many places. They stayed up all night trying to figure it out but everything turned out to be a dead end. John B was getting frustrated because he knew every second she was with him she could get hurt. He wanted her to be in his arms, he wanted to keep her safe but right now he couldn't, and that killed him. He slammed his hands down on the table as he stood up, walking away from everyone.
"We will find her," JJ said.
"She could be dead," John B said as the tears slipped from his eyes.
"She's not dead, we will find her John B" Sarah said as she hugged him.
"She's everything to me Sarah," he said as he started to cry.
"And we will bring her back to you," JJ said.
He sat down on the ground, leaning against a tear as the tears fell onto his cheeks. He needed to find her, needed to be strong but right now all he felt was hopeless.
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Blurb Requests (Open)
i’m going to open up blurb requests bc i’m bored and want to get my brain moving
Request any scenario you’d like but please keep it short because this is for blurbs only
what I won’t do:
- smut
- sad endings
who I write for
- JJ Maybank x reader
- John B sister!reader
- Winchester sister!reader
- Jack Kline x reader
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asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..
he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.
he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.
consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.
you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”
“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.
“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.
“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”
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Gucci Induced Heartbreak (r.c)
Pairing(s): Rafe Cameron x Reader; JJ Maybank x best friend!reader
Summary: The girl from the Gucci store captivated Rafe's attention, and you never got it back. JJ helps gather the remnants of your broken pieces.
Warnings: Cursing, cheating, angst, asshole Rafe :)
Word Count: 5.7k
A/n: MY WORK IS ORIGINAL AND IS NOT TO BE COPIED OR REPOSTED ELSEWHERE. Be kind. DON'T steal other people's writing, thank you.
Gif Creds: @seredelgi
I wish I was that girl from that Gucci store
She never wore any makeup and she owns couture
I got pimples where my beauty marks should be
I got dry skin on my elbows and knees
I never liked her, wanted to be like her
Hate how you look at her, 'cause you never saw me
Like I was an arm piece, like I was an ordinary girl
“Rafe, why do we even have to go to Gucci? We’ve had a hundred conversations about how ugly all of their products are. How many times have you insisted that their stuff looks like it’s modeled after the tackiest pieces you’d find in your grandmothers house?” You groan, not understanding why he’s suddenly so interested in a store that he’s always hated. Rafe rolls his eyes at your displeasure, continuing to guide you down the busy street toward Gucci. “Why waste time ogling over things that cost more than your bike?”
“Because, Y/n, there’s a pair of sunglasses that Ward absolutely despises, and I want to buy them for our trip to Boca next week, to piss him off,” he explains, making a point to hold the gaudy door open so that you can walk in. You shoot him a displeased glare, begrudgingly walking past him into the overly air conditioned building, immediately crinkling your nose at the strong scent that wafts into your nose upon entering. The Pogue side of you immediately switches into overdrive at the proper atmosphere of the building. There are countless couples and shoppers ogling over various overpriced products, each of them looking straight out of a vogue magazine with their perfectly pressed clothing and expensive accessories. You can’t help but feel out of place in the vast room, the only sense of normalcy you feel comes from Rafe’s arm slithering around your waist to guide you through various display cases.
“Rafe Cameron, it’s good to see you again,” a sickly sweet voice muses, making the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your eyes follow the voice, confusion clouding your features due to the unexpected greeting. Your eyes fall on a woman that can’t be much older than you. She’s naturally gorgeous, no sign of makeup adorning her face as she shoots your boyfriend a, much too, friendly smile. Bile rises in your throat at the sight of her inadvertently scanning over Rafe with a hungry expression, completely oblivious to your presence.
"Ah, Marissa, the pleasure is all mine," Rafe's flirtatious tone only adds fuel to your inner fire, confusion coursing through your veins at their being on first name basis. Unsolicited insecurity embeds itself into your chest the longer you witness them staring at each other. The woman's beautiful attributes and unwavering confidence makes the crisp air in the room feel like it's choking you out. You're convinced that if you walked away right now, neither of them would notice, and that fact makes you wish it was possible to combust in the thin air. You suddenly feel very aware of the weight of Rafe's hand on the small of your back, the normally comforting touch feels fiery and tainted against the fabric of your shirt.
"Who's your friend?" Marissa questions, not tearing her eyes away from Rafe's as she nods in your direction. The boldness in her lack of even sparing you a glance only makes you feel smaller and more out of place.
"Girlfriend," you speak before you're able to catch yourself, noticing the way Rafe's hand dropped to his side the second Marissa addressed you. You look in his direction, expecting an introduction, but opt to speak for yourself when he doesn't. "I'm Y/n."
She shoots you an overly cheery grin, reaching to shake your hand. "Y/n, that's a pretty name." You can tell she's being inauthentic by the way her voice grows slightly more shrill as the complement rolls from her tongue. Her focus doesn’t stay on you for too long, her eyes dancing to Rafe again, the insincere complement she’d uttered seemingly wasting away with the passing moments. “Can I help you find anything?” The flirtatious tone comes back the second he’d focus returns to Rafe, making your blood run cold at the way he clearly appears to be eating up her attention.
You willingly become a shadow in the conversation, opting to watching their interaction unfold as though you’re nothing more than an irrelevant fly on the wall. While the flirtatious demeanor and seductive heart eyes she’s pointing at Rafe emit a sour taste in your mouth, all you can focus on are the stars in Rafe’s eyes as he drinks her in. The sudden suspicion that Gucci sunglasses weren’t Rafe's actual intention behind stopping at this god forsaken store hits you like a ton of bricks, making you feel embarrassed by the fact that he dragged you into this interaction with zero regard of how it'd make you feel to see him so engrossed in another girl.
You decide right then and there that you don't like this girl. This apparent goddess, in Rafe's eyes. Yet, the reason for the dislike can't fully be attributed to the way she's shamelessly undressing him with her eyes. While that fact is a valid reason for your dislike in her, a bigger part of you dislikes her because you envy her. You envy the way that Rafe's soaking in her presence, latching onto her every word. You envy the way that he looks at her like she formed the stars in the sky, because he's never looked at you like that. Not even the first time he he'd admitted to being in love with you.
Being in the the presence of another woman that Rafe seemingly idolizes makes him feel like a stranger next to you. Rather than being Y/n Y/l/n, the girl who tamed Rafe Cameron by teaching him what it's like to be loved, in this moment, you feel like a nameless bystander. Nothing more than an ordinary girl. And it leaves you spiraling, standing invisible as they carry on in fruitless conversation.
I wish I was special
I'd give all my special
Away to a loser
Now I'm just a loser
Standing in the Gucci store, silenced by insecurity and frustration, all you can do is feel envious of Marissa while harboring a major resentment for your boyfriend. The entire situation makes you feel ridiculously small, a wave of sadness settling into your chest the longer you remain unaddressed. Everything in you screams at you to move, to at least excuse yourself and pretend to scale the items in the store while the two catch up, but your feet feel glued to the tile floor below them.
Your sadness only grows when self deprecating thoughts begin trickling to the forefront of your mind.
Maybe if I wasn’t entangled in friendships with the Pogues. Maybe if I learned to bite my tongue and smile pretty during business events. Maybe if I let Rafe do whatever he wanted, be it coke, be it dealing, be it getting handsy with other girls at parties. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be deemed as special in his eyes. Maybe I’d have even an inkling of what this girl has that makes her so special. Maybe I wouldn’t be and feel like such a loser. Your brain relents, causing your hands to tremble and your breath to catch in your throat. Your eyes sting with tears of humiliation, but you quickly blink away all evidence of them. The last thing you need is for either of them to catch you getting emotional.
God, Y/n, you’re so pathetic. You scold yourself, forcing a tight-lipped smile when their conversation ends and their focus returns back to you. You notice them that, in the midst of their conversation, Rafe secured the sunglasses he came for. They’re now perched on the edge of his nose as his arm moves to snake around your waist again, the comforting touch feels insincere now that you’ve witnessed the way he looks at her.
“Ready to go,” Rafe asks, glancing down at you the second Marissa walks away to assist another customer.
“Yeah,” you hummed, your voice feeling poisonous on your tongue.
I used to be special
But you made me hate me
Regret that I changed me
I hate that you made
Just like you
You gon' hear mouth, you could kick me out
You say I'm too wild, you gon' hate me now
"You're too wild, Y/n," Rafe's voice was condescending and low when he addressed you. His hand ripped through his previously styled hair after slamming the driver's side door, locking you both into the confined space. His eyes pierced through you, clear disapproval etched onto his expression as he glared deep into your eyes. The pressed suit he wore to the business event was wrinkled, no longer pristine due to being jostled in his manhandling you while dragging you out of the club to save himself further embarrassment.
You couldn't contain the bitter laugh that bubbled from your chest after he uttered those words, disbelief replacing the anger you were feeling when he shamelessly allowed that woman to throw herself all over him in front of everyone, knowing you were standing right there. "Of course that's all you have to say to me right now," you snorted, breaking eye contact to slide the uncomfortable heels from your feet. You needed something else to focus on outside of his insufferable gaze.
"What the hell else am I supposed to say? You know how important this event was for my family, and you just had to make a scene and ruin our chances of a normal night of business," he seethed, ripping at his tie. "Jesus Christ, you're a fucking child."
"I'm the child," you released an incredulous scoff, the insincere smirk on your painted lips growing. "That's right, I'm the immature one in this relationship. Have you stopped to realize that I wouldn't have caused a scene if you had enough respect for me to keep other women's paws off you? Hm? You didn't seem too concerned with your reputation when she was trying to rip your jacket off."
"That's enough," he barked, slamming his fist against the steering wheel, earning a startled jump from you. Your reaction gave him enough reason to compose himself. He sucked in a sharp breath and blinked his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose before straightening in his seat with a clenched jaw, finding you with his eyes again. "That's enough, Y/n. Your insecurity in yourself isn't enough reason for an unprofessional outburst in public. I get that you're half pogue, but that doesn't mean I need you flaunting it during business dinners like it's some special prize. Reputation may not be a big deal to you, but it matters a whole lot to Ward. If you want to keep him from forcefully extracting you from this equation, you'll hold your tongue next time your pride feels threatened by another woman."
Your jaw dropped at the audacity he had to utter those words to you. Of course he couldn't, or wouldn't, see your side. Of course he wouldn't admit that he should've had enough respect to politely deter the woman's advances. In Rafe's eyes, he's never wrong. Conflict and disappointment always fell on everyone else when it comes to him.
"Your insecurity isn't enough reason for an unprofessional outburst in public." "..hold your tongue next time your pride feels threatened by another woman." Rafe's words echoed through your mind the entire way home that night, your heart heavy with their hurtful connotations which you couldn't help but accept over yourself during the drive. It was one of the many times you were left to accept false realities over yourself after a situation that could’ve been shut down had he spoken up for your relationship.
You’ve always felt that having your feet on both sides of the island, being half pogue & half kook, made you special with your ability to understand both sides. Yet, Rafe always makes a point to remind you that your Pogue side makes you a liability, it hinders you from being extraordinary. At first, you told him off about it, throwing his antics right back at him whenever he declared that being half pogue was a major flaw. As the months dragged on though, the constant reminders, warnings, and arguments were tiring. You love Rafe and every arrogant, infuriating, slightly manipulative aspect about him. So, you stopped letting him hear your mouth. You stopped talking back and instead took everything that he had to say about your inescapable flaws, internalizing them. Eventually letting them silence you completely as you became the cookie cutter girlfriend he appeared to want.
That’s what you do when you’re in love. You compromise, no matter what it costs you. Right?
Boy, you got me fucked up, now I'm gettin' fucked up
Thinkin' 'bout us fuckin', why you'd have to fuck her?
"Rafe, what the-" you stop in your tracks, jaw falling slack, at the sight of him in bed with another girl. "Rafe, what the fuck." Your voice comes out low and bitter, eyes trying to make sense of the scene in front of you as they scramble to separate from each other, clearly surprised by your presence. Rafe clamors out of his bed, swiftly pulling his boxers back on while you stand unmoving, in complete shock. Your fight or flight reflexes appear nonexistent as you freeze completely, the room spinning as Rafe approaches you.
"Y/n," he begins, eyes lacking any trace of sympathy as he grasps your face in his hands. "You weren't supposed to see this."
"You told me to come over an hour ago," you spit, shocked that any words rolled from your tongue in your seemingly vegetative state. "How am I supposed to believe that you didn't want me to see you fucking another girl?"
"It's nothing personal, baby. This is on me," he continues, resisting the urge to turn around at the sound of his guest shuffling out of his bed in nothing but his t-shirt.
"Obviously this is on you," you agree, words dripping with malice. "You're a piece of shit, and in case it isn't obvious, we're done."
With that, you shove him away from you, feeling accomplished when he stumbles backwards, managing to catch himself before he crashes to the floor. "I hope she was worth it." Your breath catches in your throat when the girls identity registers in your mind. The girl from the Gucci store. Marissa. The realization hits you like a freight train, carrying you out of Tannyhill hastily. Your brain solely focused on exiting the house as fast as possible.
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"Y/n," JJ calls after noticing you approaching them on the beach. He rushes to embrace you once you’re close enough, the water droplets on his tan skin dampening your clothes. "We didn't think you were coming." A light smile forms on your lips when he blots at a wet spot on your shirt with an apologetic grimace.
"I wasn't," you hum, keeping your voice and stature light. "Last minute change of plans but I'm here and I brought snacks for everyone. Maybe a bit of alcohol for me." JJ's eyebrows furrow, his eyes subtly doing a once over on you, knowing fully well that you only willingly provide alcohol when shit hits the fan or there's something worth celebrating. Kie runs to greet you before he can question it, immediately dragging you towards the rest of the Pogues. You refrain from meeting the concerned look JJ's been sending your way since you walked onto the beach.
"You're drunk at five o'clock on a Tuesday, Y/n. What gives?" JJ asks, knowing full well that your filter disappears after a few drinks. Everyone’s seated in a circle on the sand playing a game of truth or dare, letting the afternoon sun dry your wet clothes.
“You’re supposed to say, Y/n, truth or dare. You can't just assume I'm picking truth,” you state matter of factly, taking another swig of the drink in your hand. Silently testing JJ with the sarcasm lacing your slurred words.
“Okay, you got me, Y/n, truth or dare?” His eyes are expectant, clear anticipation showing in his raised eyebrows.
“Dare,” you wink, a shit-eating grin on my face at the sight of his shoulders deflating in defeat.
“I dare you to jump off the dock, alone,” he huffs, obviously displeased by the obvious deflection.
“That’s too easy. You’re too kind to me, J,” you giggle, kicking your shoes off. You shrug your flannel off and take a big breath. “Rafe cheated on me.” You’re bolting toward the dock, enjoying the feeling of the wind whipping against your face at the break of dawn before you can catch any of their reactions. You miss the looks of shock plastered on all of their faces, and the way JJ immediately rushes after your retreating figure, calling your name as you sprint to the furthest dock without a second glance. Your speed and coordination shocks you due to the sheer amount of alcohol coursing through your veins, but you don’t falter, allowing your feet to carry you over the aged boards as you anticipate the fall.
“Y/n,” JJ shouts from behind as you near the edge of the dock, the sound of the waves crashing below only adding to your adrenaline high, which started the second you dropped the bombshell of your ended relationship on them without second thought. You reach the last of the dock before he can stop you. Your foot beats against the wood one last time before you shoot into the air, arms out as though you’re taking flight. Time slows as you stare at the horizon before the view is torn away when you collide with the water.
The sheer momentum from running, partnered with the crashing of the waves, drags you further and further into the waters depths. Rather than fighting against the current, your body freezes, instinctively letting the breath inside your lungs escape in a mass of bubbles, slipping away for several moments. Peace floods your chest as the water tears the weight of the last several hours away. You let yourself go with the waves, body unmoving while the water takes its course.
The next thing I know, I’m being dragging out of the ocean and onto the beach. There’s a series of yelling as my body falls limp against the sand. The weight of someone’s body comes over me, their hand softly, yet firmly, smacking against my cheek in an attempt to pull me back to a conscious state. In a matter of seconds I’m sputtering and coughing up the water I’d sucked in moments before, my lungs screaming for a breath of fresh air as my eyes fly open, immediately falling on my friends who are gathered around me in a panic.
“What the hell was that Y/n?! What were you thinking, you could’ve gotten yourself killed,” JJ exclaims, his hands falling on my shoulders now that I’m awake.
“JJ, let her breathe,” John B instructs, carefully dragging JJ from his position on top of me while Kie and Pope help me sit up. JJ follows John B, his hands flying everywhere while he rambles incoherent words while John B does his best at consoling him.
“Here,” Kie breathes, draping a towel across my shoulders which I gladly accept. I tap her hand gently as a silent ‘thank you’ my eyes instinctively drifting back to the horizon where the sun has fully began setting. Heaviness welcomes itself back on my chest with the reality crashing back onto me like the waves did moments ago. My body constricts on itself, my arms tangling themselves around my legs when they fold against my chest. There's a heavy ringing in my ears, drowning out Kie and Pope's voices asking if I'm okay.
"Y/n," Kie's voice sounds distant, but you feel her collapse next to you, promptly throwing her arms around your trembling frame. She pulls your head into her chest, her hand running up and down your back in a comforting manner while your eyes remain fixed in front of you in a daze.
"I didn't mean to scare everyone," you whisper, voice trembling with the tears stinging the back of your eyes. "I just needed it to stop for a second. I can't believe I thought he changed."
"Oh Y/n," she pouts, pulling you closer to her. The tone in her voice is what sends the tears pouring down your cheeks partnered with strangled sobs. More bodies surround the pair of you as you unfold, becoming a blubbering mess of heartbroken cries.
"That was stupid," JJ scolds, dropping on his knees in front of you, cupping your face in his hands to give himself a little extra assurance that you're okay. His thumbs swipes at the ongoing mass of tears pouring down your cheeks, the frown on his lips creasing his brows together as he studies you. "Being the idiot in the group is my job. I don't need you trying to take my spot." His words successfully lighten the dim mood, earning a watery laugh from you as he pulls you against his chest. Shooting John B a sad look as your body molds against him, his heart still hammering in his chest due to the fact that he'd nearly lost you to the high tide of the sea.
I don't wanna see you, why'd you have to treat me
Like I was an ordinary girl?
A few weeks later, you're at the boneyard with the Pogues, and a good half of the island, enjoying a kegger to take advantage of the crispy summer breeze.
"Do a shot with me," you command to no one in particular, unconvinced that any of the random people around you by the fire actually heard the request. Your eyes blearily search the group to see if any of them make even the slightest move to humor you through shots.
"Come on kid," JJ interrupts your haze, his hand on the small of your back as he helps you off the stump you're seated on. "I'll do one with you."
"This is why you're my favorite," you gush, shamelessly leaning against him as he guides you toward the booze table.
"If taking a few shots with you is what it takes to be your favorite, I should've been your favorite person a long time ago," he jokes, slipping a disposable shot glass in your hand, humoring you. You graciously tip the cup in his direction as a wordless "thank you," your blushed cheeks beaming with the smile you're directing at him. He notices that it doesn't quite reach your eyes, but chooses not to comment on it. Knowing that your hurt from Rafe's betrayal is still so fresh and that you're utilizing alcohol to cope tonight, he doesn't want to be the one to distract you from the attempted progress.
"You've always been my favorite person," you admit. Though there's still a lighthearted aura around the two of you, your words drip with a sincerity that doesn't go unnoticed by him, humbling the heavy heart in his chest as he studies you.
"Good," he hums, knocking his cup against your gently. "You've always been my favorite person too, and it'd be really awkward for both of us if you didn't reciprocate the feelings. Now, what do you say? Can we drink to that?"
"Hell yeah, we can drink to that," you giggle, knocking your cups together one more time before welcoming the stale liquid into your mouth, letting it coat the walls of your dry throat. JJ smiles fondly at you, watching as you immediately turn to find another drink, mumbling incoherent words in his direction. Once you find the beer you were looking for, you slide one into JJ's hand, accepting the arm he throws over your shoulder to lead you back to where the rest of the Pogues are seated.
The rest of the night carries on for several hours until your alcohol driven carefree energy depletes, welcoming your sleepy drunk side with open arms. Your eyes droop as you fully lean into JJ's side, who's got his arm draped across your shoulder as he carries on with a few tourons who'd seen him surfing several days prior.
"Yeah, man, I'm going back out tomorrow if you want to join," he tells them, catching the exhaustion oozing from your position against his side. "Listen, we've got to get out of here, but I'll be at that same spot around noon. Meet me there if you guys are free." Each of them nod, a few of them dabbing him up before the two of you retreat.
You grumble into his shoulder at the movement, having been enjoying the opportunity to get comfortable where you two were standing.
"Tired sweetheart?" he asks, scanning the plethora of people in hopes to find John B and the rest of the group. He tuts his tongue at the sight of Pope, practically dragging you to where he's seated next to Kiara. You simply nod against his chest, shivering due to the temperature that's dropped drastically since the sun disappeared over the horizon. "Yo, Pope, round the troops. Princess needs sleep." Pope glances in your direction, nodding in understanding before ending the conversation he'd been in. JJ follows his friends retreating figure for a second before turning the two of you around to make the short trek to the Twinkie. You'll be able to get comfortable while Pope gathers the rest of the Pogues, and that's JJ's sole focus due to the fact that you're fighting to keep your eyes open.
Several minutes later, the rest of the group is filing into the Twinke, sliding into random spots around the van as John B starts the ignition.
"We good? Everyone's here?" he asks, shifting the van in reverse. After being assured that everyone is accounted for, he pulls off of the beach, making the short drive back to the Chatteau.
"Alright, sleepyhead, let's get you inside," JJ instructs, shaking your sleeping figure awake one the van pulls into the driveway. Everyone files out before JJ moves to help you up.
"Too much moving," you grumble, folding against the seat you've been napping in. "Just let me sleep in here."
JJ rolls his eyes at your antics, not releasing your arm from the gentle hold he has on it to help you out of the vehicle. "No can do, sweetheart. You'll be complaining for the next week about how your neck hurts from sleeping like that, and I refuse to endure that. If you sit up long enough, I'll let you ride my back into the house." He smiles when you straighten up at his words, immediately climbing onto his back which he promptly offered you. His arms hook around the bottom of your thighs to steady you against him, making sure that you're situated before he guides you into the house, passing all of the Pogues to get to the guest room.
"Home sweet home," he breathes, carefully setting you on the bed to find more comfortable clothes for you to sleep in. "Here you go, tiny."
You smile at the nickname he'd given you back when you were in elementary school, gladly accepting the small pile of clothes he hands you. "I'm gonna change in here," you inform him, your smile growing when he immediately nods, spinning to face the wall so that you have privacy to do so.
The second you're both changed, JJ switches the light off and meets you by the bed. He tucks you into the covers, combing his fingers through your hair as he sits in the space next to you. You hum at the feeling, unable to keep your eyes from drooping further.
"You're lucky you're my favorite. I don't just give my bed to anyone," he teases after a few seconds of favorable silence, his heart swelling at the way his presence seems to ease the emotions swirling behind your tired eyes.
You scoff at him, thinking back to the amount of times he's shared this bed with other people. "Actually," you begin, but pause, unsure of what you're even thinking about saying before the question rolls from your tongue. "Can you stay with me? I don't really want to be alone."
He blinks at you from his spot, barely making out your features before he nods. His voice is steady as he murmurs, "Of course." He accepts the spot next to you as his own, unsure why he feels so shy about sharing the bed with you. Having grown up together, you've fallen asleep together countless times. You've even crashed in his bed here, and vice versa, but that doesn't stop a humble feeling from spreading through his chest as you cuddle into him.
I wish I was special
I'd give all my special
Away to a loser
Now I'm just a loser
I used to be special
But you made me hate me
Regret that I changed me
I hate that you made just like you
Just like you
"I hate myself," you breathe after several moments of silence. The utterance of your inner truth brings a fresh round of bitter tears to your eyes, which you hurriedly wipe away, hating the bile rising up your throat at the brief moment of vulnerability.
"Don't say that," JJ hums, reaching to brush your hair away from your face. His voice is stern, but there's an undertone of sadness to match the look in his eyes.
"It's true," a forced laugh bubbles from your chest, furthering the anguish threatening to burst out of you. "I hate myself so much." There's a heavy silence after the words roll from your tongue, JJ's hand lingers on your cheek for a moment before falling dormant against the mattress, along with all of the words he clearly wants to say. "Why couldn't I have just been enough?" The words were whispered more to yourself than to JJ, it was meant to be an unspoken thought but your mouth opted to spew it regardless. Normally you'd feel embarrassed for unintentionally allowing yourself to be vulnerable, but the heaviness in your entire being is consuming all of the excess energy you have left, so you can't force yourself to care.
"Woah, woah, woah," JJ's voice intercepts you from your inner turmoil again, your eyes tearfully meeting his. The look on his face makes your heart clench further, the sadness in the pit of your stomach churning into guilt prompted by over sharing. “I can’t, in good conscience, be your best friend and let you bash yourself on that assho-on Rafe’s account. Y/n, I’m going to say something, and I really need you to hear me.” He pauses, eyes scanning your face to ensure that he’s got your full attention.
He opens his mouth to speak, but closes it, instead moving to cup your face in his hands so that your eyes lock solely on him rather than insecurely bouncing all over the dark room. “He has you convinced that you’re a million things, but everything he’s forced into your head is wrong.” He takes a deep breath, wiping a stray tear away with his thumb. “You are more than enough, you understand? I get that you might not be able to accept that right now, but that’s the full truth. And I’ll be right here proving it to you until you believe me, you got that? No pogue left behind, ever. Especially not you. Especially not on some lowlife kook, who didn’t know how great he had it’s, account. I need to know you’re hearing me.” He finally pauses in the middle of his short rant, hands and eyes remained delicately locked in their original position, acting as glue holding your pieces together. He stares deeply into your eyes, silently searching for his answer before speaking again. “Are you hearing me?”
Your lips wobble at the interaction, eyes unable to bat away the reservoir of tears threatening to spill over your eyelids. Unable to trust your words, you nod, your hands gripping the front of his t-shirt for support.
“I need to hear you say it,” he murmurs, his expression soft yet stern.
“I’m hearing you,” you choke out, before erupting into a full on sobbing fit. He quickly shifts to wrap his arms around your shoulders to pull you flush against his chest. Your back twinges at the awkward position you're in, but the emotions bubbling from your chest keep you from having the energy to care as you fully break down against him, your hands balling themselves in the back of his shirt.
Weeks worth of a broken heart, self deprecation, anger, replaying scenarios over and over in your head, and various other emotions unapologetically pour from your chest while he steadies you against him, his comforting antics not faltering for a moment.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes into your hair, kissing the crown of your head. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
"He's such an asshole," you tearfully groan, feeling ridiculous for wasting your time on the king of the kooks. "God, I feel like I molded myself into exactly what he wanted me to be, and for what?"
"Rafe's blind, Y/n," he responds, pulling back s he can rest his chin on top of your head. "And you're far too kind for a guy that didn't accept all of the qualities that make you so special."
You can't help but physically cringe at the word. You stopped feeling special the second Rafe convinced you that your Pogues side was a hindrance to your personality, a flaw in your relationship. The moment you realized he viewed that side of you as an eyesore, you did everything in your power to shield it from him, and seemingly lost yourself in the process.
"I don't feel special," you state with a sigh, wiping the leftover remnants of tears from your cheeks. You're over crying over the man who climbed in bed with another woman.
"Just because you don't feel special doesn't mean you are," JJ hums, snaking his arm around your waist. "I'll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that's what it takes to make you believe it."
A sad laugh sounds from your chest at his promise, knowing that JJ means everything he's said. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Maybank."
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A/N: Here's another draft that I finally dusted the spiderwebs off of and finished up. I hope y'all enjoy it!
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Congrats on 500 babe! You deserve every single one of them and so many more 🤍 Can’t wait to see you continue to grow and flourish 🦋 love you so much
Can I please request an angsty but fluffy blurb based on this prompt “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.” with Rafey baby? I will cry 🥹
Need You
Author's Note: Aww, thank you so much!!! You are too sweet! Thank you for always commenting/reblogging my fics, you seriously don't know how much it means to me! I hope you like this one, I almost cried making it! 💕
Summary: Rafe is lost without you.
Warnings: Pregnancy/labor complications, mention of surgery, depiction of a coma, possibly unrealistic depiction of pregnancy/labor complications
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It had been over a week. Eight days, thirteen hours, and forty-six minutes to be exact.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. For the past seven and a half months, your pregnancy had gone off without a hitch. Every sonogram, every little kick, was a source of joy for both you and Rafe.
Sure, you were young, practically still kids, but you knew you were meant to be. You had been planning your life after college for years, even before you had started to date. You were just doing things a little out of order.
But then you had gone into labor early - six weeks too early to be precise. The doctors said you were lucky to be alive, let alone fortunate that the baby had survived. They had said that it was a condition called placenta previa, but Rafe hadn’t been listening. He was still looking at your seemingly lifeless body on the operating table as they handed him the baby, asking for a name.
But he couldn’t even bring himself to name the baby. He knew it was a boy, but it didn’t feel right to do something so monumental while you were still not awake. He let his dad and Rose handle everything else, let them make him eat and listen to the doctors say they didn’t have much hope.
Rafe hadn’t even let himself cry - he was still too stunned to do so. He just sat at your side, watching you. On the eighth day he broke down, exhausted and drained, and he started to talk to you.
“He’s healthy, you know,” he said, his voice raspy from disuse. “He’s perfect. Ten fingers, ten toes.” He took a shaky breath - the only kind he knew how to take these days. “He’s got your eyes. Rose says he has my smirk, though, so I don’t know if that is a good thing,” he chuckled.
He paused and took your hand, gently caressing it. He sniffed. “The nurses keep telling me all the stuff I’m going to have to do for the baby. I know we took those classes, but I feel so overwhelmed. I just can’t mess anything up for him, you know? I thought I was going to have you to help me. You have always been there, (Y/N/N), ever since we were kids. Always so level-headed, getting us out of trouble wherever we found it.”
Tears started to roll down his face, slowly, but he couldn’t feel them. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” he sobbed, finally letting himself feel the emotions that had been pent up for over a week. He buried his head in your hand, kissing it and covering it in tears in equal measure.
He sat there for what seemed like forever, simply expelling all of the grief and terror from his body. When he finally looked up, he gasped and started crying anew.
You were awake. Rafe leapt out of his seat to kiss your beautiful lips carefully, his trembling on top of yours. When he pulled back, his heart caught in his throat, and all he could manage to say was a small, “Hey.”
You giggled lightly, still tired. “Hey,” you replied, also lost for words as Rafe once again took your hand to kiss it reverently.
Rafe smiled, his eyes shining with love as they always did when they looked at you. He took a deep breath and swallowed before licking his lips as he always did when nervous. “Would you like to meet our son?”
You just smiled, and Rafe knew that everything was finally going to be alright.
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stepbro!rafe tricking you (being innocent) that he needs help but actually you cockwarm him and you ask him why you feel so weird on your privatparts and he just talks with you through it until he just cums inside you cause he couldn’t take it anymore
Hehe. 🤭
“Lock the door behind you.” Rafe’s voice said quietly as you patted into the bedroom.
You wondered why your step-brother wanted the door locked to watch a movie, but didn’t say anything as he always told you he knew best. Kicking off your furry slippers, you happily climbed into the bed where he was waiting.
“What movie are we watching Rafey?” You asked cutely, voice soft as you snuggled next to him. Your heavy tits pressed against his bicep as you looked up at him with curious eyes.
The ache ran straight to his cock as he glanced down at you. You were the fucking prettiest thing with your long eyelashes, full lips and gorgeous little body. He absolutely had to have you and he knew you would do anything to make him happy.
“Whatever you want sweetness.” He told you.
Your eyes widened at this as Rafe hardly ever let you pick. You eagerly grabbed the remote and began shuffling through one streaming app to another, not realizing your step-brother was getting a little impatient. The way you were wiggling around as you babbled on about how you couldn’t decide was making Rafe’s cock swell. Your tits bouncing with each little movement you made, nearly spilling out of the tiny silk tank top you wore.
Grabbing your hips, he sat you down in his lap to be still, not caring about the kitten like whine that left your mouth. “Sit still and pick the fucking movie. Yeah?” He said roughly.
You nodded with a bratty frown, as you finally picked the Cinderella Story. You snuggled your back further into Rafe’s chest, your ass resting snugly between his spread legs. He reached over to turn the lamp off, making the room dark except from the girly movie playing. Your eyes engrossed into the shit that he could care less about, as he leaned back against the pillows.
Half way through the movie, you didn’t even realize the large tip of your step-brother’s cock was poking at your entrance. You had been so focused on the screen that Rafe’s hands pulling your shorts aside hasn’t even crossed your mind.
“Rafey what are you-..” Your voice turning into a whimper as he pushed his cock into your warm cunt.
“Hush and watch your movie. You are gonna help me. Okay? You love helping your big bro don’t you?” He whispered in your ear.
He was right. You did love helping him. So you sat there and took it like a good step-sister. You tried your best to turn your attention back to the movie, all while your princess parts felt so full. Rafe had you right where he wanted. Tight little cunt fluttering around his fat length as he held you still, warming his cock in the process. He couldn’t help but let out a small groan as he had never felt anything so incredible.
“Rafey-why do you feel so weird?” Your voice shaky as you unknowingly soaked his cock.
“Shhh- sweetness. You just sit on my cock like a good girl.” The older boy told you, hands coming down to hold your waist firmly. He was embarrassed to say how close he was to bursting inside of you, your pussy squeezing his dick in vice grip.
Little moans and whimpers left between your lips as the weird sensation just kept getting more intense. You knew somewhere in your mind that this was wrong but your step-brother knew best didn’t he? You were helping him after all.
“Shit.. sweet girl keep squeezing me like that.” Rafe grunted, each time your cunt clenched around him when he would move even slightly. The pride he was losing at the edge of already cumming inside of you, made him want squeeze your throat in frustration. How dare his step-sister have such an incredible pussy that made him want bust his load?
He couldn’t hold back anymore, his hand instinctively coming to your throat to grab. You squeaked out his name, your smaller hand coming to rest on his as the warmth of something gooey shot up inside you.
“Such a good little slut..” Rafe barely whispered. “I mean helper. Such a good little helper.”
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ꨄ︎ rafe usually goes for sweet submissive girls, since he likes to have control, but the moment you laid your eyes on the pretty boy, you knew you had to have him. and as usual, you always get what you want.
ꨄ︎ all eyes are focused on you when you both enter a room, rafe simply being your accessory as your louboutin heels clack on the ground, head held high with your make up, nails and hair perfectly done.
ꨄ︎ rafe used to get lots of attention from girls before, but now that you’re dating him? girls don’t even dare to look his way because of your intimidating aura. if they were stupid enough to still flirt with him, then you’d have no problem putting the bitch in her place. “listen, yeah? you better go flirt with topper or kelce or whoever the fuck, cause trust me, you don’t wanna know what happens when my girlfriend finds out.”
ꨄ︎ you secretly pay the bill at a restaurant when rafe’s at the bathroom, a trick he used on his previous girlfriends. he comes back to the table, pulling his wallet out before you place your hand over it with a smile, telling him it’s already been paid. “oh for fucks sake. you really gotta stop that, a’ight?”
ꨄ︎ it’s always a battle for dominance in the bedroom, rafe desperately wanting to have all the control but you not letting him have it easily. one time he accidentally slipped out a ‘mommy’, which you’ve never let go of ever since. “i never fucking said that, okay? you heard it wrong!”
ꨄ︎ topper and kelce constantly tease rafe for being your bitch but not daring to say a word when you’re around, their demeanour instantly shifting when you walk into the room, making rafe smirk as he looks at you proudly. “not much to say now, top? yeah, that’s what i thought.”
ꨄ︎ you have no trouble confronting ward whenever he treats rafe unfairly. ward was taken aback at first, not being used to rafe’s girlfriends talking back at him, making his eyes widen and almost choke on his expensive wine. later, he realised you’re exactly the kind of girl rafe needed this whole time.
ꨄ︎ you’re the centre of attention at parties— your hips swinging to the beat when you’re dancing with your girlfriends, your short dress leaving little room for imagination. you’d try to drag rafe to the dance floor, interrupting him when he’s busy dealing drugs, but knowing he won’t ever say no to you. “jesus, just fucking leave me a— i mean. i’ll… i’ll be there in a bit, okay?”
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POV: you're rafe's sneaky link and his possessive side comes out when he sees the tiny dress you're wearing at sarah's party.
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating
“maybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.” you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, you’re not sure how much longer this can go on.
“you can't tell me what i can do to fix it?” topper asks.
“you know i was a virgin before you babe, i really don’t know.” you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “maybe ask rafe?”
“rafe?” topper turns suddenly to look at you. “why him?”
“i’ve just… heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i don’t know.” you shrug. “maybe it’s something wrong with me.”
“no, don’t say that.” topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.
“you ask your friends and i’ll ask mine.” you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time you’re in his bedroom, it’ll go a lot better.
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“what?” rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.
“ive never… i’ve never made y/n cum before and i just… i need to know what to do rafe! i’m worried she’s gonna leave me if i can’t get it together and i guess- fuck! i don’t know! just help me out man!” topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.
“okay, alright, jesus, just clam down!” rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. he’s not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.
“every time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesn’t cum and she says its okay but i know it’s really not.” topper blurts out.
“alright, well…” rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. he’s never had this type of issue before with girls. “do you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.”
“i eat her out sometimes.” topper shrugs. “she says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just don’t know what to do, i just get so excited and… and i’ve never had this problem with girls before, it’s just y/n.”
“to be fair, she’s hotter than any girl you’ve been with before.” rafe comments. it’s no secret, so he doesn’t feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.
“she’s way out of my league, thats why i’m sure if i don’t fix this she’s gonna leave me.” topper sighs.
“maybe a demonstration could help?” rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.
“you are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.”
“no, man.” rafe shakes his head. “what if i’m there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?”
“yeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.” topper cringes at his own words.
“i am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.”
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rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.
“go ahead and spread your legs.” rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.
“can you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.” topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric.
“yeah.” topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free.
“so have you ever cum before y/n?” rafe asks.
“yeah, um… with my own fingers.” you cough awkwardly. “and when topper eats me out.”
“its really just when i’m inside of her.” topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.
“why don’t you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, it’ll help.” rafe instructs.
topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.
“is she tight?” rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.
“yeah, that’s why i can never last.” topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.
“does that feel good y/n?” rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.
“mhm.” you nod, but you don’t feel any urge to moan, needing more. “could add a second, top.”
“okay.” topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.
“gotta rub her clit too.” rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldn’t do before he agreed to this.
toppers finger slips easily in once you’ve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much you’re liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. “oh, just like that.” you moan, eyes fluttering closed.
“see if you can add a third.” rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.
“i’ve-i’ve never been able to take more than two.” you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.
“aw, fuck.” you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.
“keep ‘em open, cutie.” rafe says. “gonna cum?”
“yeah, yeah keep going-” you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.
“pull out, top.” rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.
“no, no, no.” you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.
“sometimes if you’re struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.” rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.
“should i fuck her now?” topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldn’t be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.
“yeah, put the condom on though.” rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.
topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.
he’s thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, “slowly, topper. deeper thrusts.”
topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.
“here.” rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one you’re laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. “try now.”
topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.
“on a beat.” rafe says. “gotta fuck her steady, can’t just jackhammer.”
“i-i-” topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. “i can’t, was about to cum.”
“damn, baby, you must be real tight.” rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.
“try again, top, it’s okay.” you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.
topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.
“gotta rub her clit too, man. remember she’s already close from getting edged.” rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.
“shit!” topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes you’re looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. “shit.” he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.
“it’s okay, top.” you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.
“you’re gonna break up with me now.” toppers voice is sad as he speaks.
“what?” it takes you back, not expecting it.
“you’re gonna break up with me, aren’t you? because i can’t make you cum, you’re gonna leave me? god, i’m so pathetic.”
“i can’t believe you think i’m that shallow.” you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. “that i would break up with you over sex?”
“you wouldn’t?” topper questions.
“you would?” you question back, growing frustrated. “topper, i let you take my virginity, i can’t believe you thought i would do that just… just go.”
“no, baby, listen.” topper begins.
“i’m not breaking up with you yet.” you tell him. “but i need some space, please just go.”
topper can’t hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesn’t want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.
you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldn’t break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.
“you okay baby?” rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.
“yeah, sorry, i can leave.” you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.
“or you could stay.” rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.
“i-but topper…”
“just finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.”
“i-i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try.”
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rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.
“still thinking about topper?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.
“no.” you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. “fuck me, please, rafe.”
rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.
“yeah, i know i’m bigger than him.” rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. “but i opened you up enough, didn’t i? or do i need to make you cum again?”
“n-no.” you shake your head, already so overstimulated. “i want your cock, i need it.”
“he always fucks you in missionary?” rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldn’t, proving yet another way he’s superior.
“yeah, we haven’t tried anything else.” you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.
rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, “you-you can fuck me raw. if you want. i’m on birth control.”
rafe can’t help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.
“tell me if it hurts or if anything doesn’t feel good.” rafe says. he’s sure it’s toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.
“mkay.” you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.
“gonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. ‘ts why you should be with me instead, baby.” rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.
“oh my god!” you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.
“oh, fuck.” rafe groans out. “you are tight, baby.” your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. “no wonder he cums so quickly.”
you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.
“feels really good, rafey.” you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.
“i knew there was nothing wrong with you.” rafe smirks. “already close to cumming, aren’t you?”
despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.
“yeah, thats what i thought.” rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. “nothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.”
“please.” you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. you’ve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and he’s close to doubling that.
“cum for me, doll. don’t have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.” rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.
“that’s it, good girl.” rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.
you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal.
rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.
“you just came on my cock, pretty girl.” rafe says.
“i know, i loved it.” you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.
“hmm, so two more? three?” rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize he’s still buried inside of you.
“wait, wha-” your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didn’t just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.
“you think i’d be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?” rafe tsks and shakes his head. “we aren’t even close to done.”
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reader and jj calling each other out about your kinks as a joke and he tells reader he has a breeding link and wants her to have all his babies
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"Your praise kink is outta hand, baby. All I have to do is say good girl and you're instantly wet," JJ laughs, poking your cheek.
You're currently lying down on your couch, both of you on your sides and facing each other. You have a fire going, the quiet crackling filling the air and the warm-toned glow casting over the living room.
Somehow, you'd gotten into the conversation of discussing your kinks. Honestly, it was just the two of you poking fun.
"Oh, please. You're the one who's always begging to fuck me in public. The back of Heyward's, the washroom at The Wreck, the hammock at the chateau..." you list. "You couldn't keep it in your pants if your life depended on it. Needy boy."
"You like how needy I am," he states, rolling his eyes.
You shrug, a teasing grin gracing your features. "Maybe I do."
"You wanna know another kink of mine?"
"Sure. Hit me."
He can't help himself. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Focus, Maybank."
JJ switches your positions, climbing on top of you and caging you in with your back against the couch. He drops some kisses onto your collarbone, and then up to your ear. "I have a massive breeding kink, baby. If I ever fuck you raw, I don't think I'll be able to pull out."
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can't ignore the fluttering in your core. "Is that so?"
"Mhm. I wouldn't stop filling you up until I was sure that you were carrying my baby in there."
And you're swooning. "Tell me again, J."
He starts pulling at the hem of your pants. "I wanna give you a baby. 'M gonna give you all my damn babies."
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