description: you seduce your long time crush into sleeping with you, your dads bsf, rafe cameron.
includes: dads bsf, age gap, unprotected sex, p in v
wc: 3,055
now playing - angel by massive attack (instrumental)
The tension between you and Rafe had been building for what felt like forever. It started innocently enough, with him helping you fix your form in golf, your breast "accidentally" brushing against his chest when you brushed past him, the way you'd catch him watching you walk away in those tiny little shorts.
Rafe was your dad's best friend, a man who'd been in and out of your life since you were young. You always had a crush on him, missing the days he would pick you up on Friday’s after school, taking you to lunch. After freshman year of high school he became more busy and those days eventually stopped. With you two growing apart, yet your little school girl crush never seemed to go away, and he seemed to never notice. But over the past couple summers, something had shifted. You were no longer the teenager he remembered, and he then seemed to be noticing.
This month he had come to stay the week over. On the first day, you'd worn a particularly revealing bikini by the pool, making sure to apply sunscreen slowly and deliberately while he watched from the patio. You'd seen the way his jaw tightened, how he'd quickly look away when your dad glanced over.
Yesterday, you'd "forgotten" to grab clothes to leave out after your shower, walking to your room in just a towel wrapped loosely around your body, making sure to go the long way, the hall you’d know he’d walk past. You'd heard his sharp intake of breath, the way he quickly turned around and mumbled something about checking on the grill.
But today was going to be different. Today, you had decided you were going to push all the boundaries. The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows as you sat at the table with your dad and Rafe. You were wearing a simple white sundress with nothing underneath, a fact that only you knew. Your dad was rambling about some work thing, completely oblivious to the tension.
You pulled out your phone under the table, pretending to check messages as you sent him a video of you last night, touching yourself. Making sure to include just enough of your face for him to recognize it was you. Your heart was pounding as you hit send, watching Rafe's phone buzz on the table beside his coffee mug.
He picked it up casually, expecting a normal notification. You watched as his eyes widened, his fist squeezing his fork. A flush crept up his neck as he quickly locked his phone, placing it face down on the table.
"Everything okay, Rafe?" your dad asked, noticing his friend's strange reaction. "Fine," Rafe muttered, his voice slightly hoarse. "Just some spam." You suppressed a smile, taking a slow sip of your juice as you watched him try to compose himself. Throughout breakfast, you caught his eyes on you multiple times, each time filled with a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else, something darker.
The day passed in a blur. You could feel Rafe's eyes on you whenever you were in the same room, but he kept his distance, clearly trying to process what you'd done. That evening, as you were getting ready for bed, you heard your door open. You turned around, expecting your dad.
But the door opened to reveal Rafe, his expression serious. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Lock your door," he said, his voice low and intense. "We’re going to talk about the text you sent this morning." Your heart raced as you complied, the soft click of the lock echoing in the room. When you turned back around, Rafe was standing in the middle of your room, his arms crossed over his chest.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, his eyes fixed on you. "Sending something like that when your dad was right there?" "I was thinking I wanted your attention," you replied, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. "And it looks like I got it." Rafe ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "This is inappropriate, you know that, right? I'm your dad's best friend. I've known you since you were a kid."
"I'm not a kid anymore," you stated, leaning back on your elbows, your dress riding up slightly. "And I think you've noticed." His eyes dropped to where the hem of your dress had risen, exposing more of your thighs, before quickly looking away. "This needs to stop. Whatever game you're playing." he says, taking a step towards you.
"Who says it's a game?" you interrupted, your legs over the side of the bed. You slowly raised one foot, placing it against his chest to stop him from taking another step. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your sole. Rafe's breath hitched, his hands coming up to grip your ankle, though he made no move to push you away. "You need to stop," he commanded, though his voice had lost some of its conviction. "Or what?" you challenged, your foot trailing down his body, over his stomach, until it rested against the growing bulge in his pants. "You'll tell my dad? About how his best friend can't stop eye fucking his daughter?"
“Yeah…” you said, humming, “I see the way you look at me… well, my body.” you add with a smile. Rafe's grip on your ankle tightened, his eyes darkening with desire. "What do you want out of this, huh? What do you gain?" "You." you whispered, your foot rubbing against him through his pants. “Stop,” he warned. You smiled, looking up at him, “I know you want this.” you stated, sweetly. "I can't believe you're doing this," Rafe sighed, his voice tight, his eyes fixed on the floor as if looking at you was physically painful. "Get your foot off me. Now."
"I'm not doing anything," you replied softly, keeping your foot pressed firmly against the hard line of him. "I'm just sitting here. You're the one standing in my room." "I came to tell you to stop," he snapped, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "To tell you that video. it was a mistake. And you need to fucking behave." he yelled, throwing your foot off of him.
"Yet you watched it," you countered, tilting your head, letting the silence stretch. "And you didn't delete it. I saw you lock your phone, but I didn't see you delete it. You kept it." Rafe took a sharp step back, breaking the contact, running a hand over his face. "I didn't delete it because I was in shock. Because your father was sitting right there. Do you have any idea how close I came to losing my shit on you at the table?"
"Did you?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Lose your mind, I mean. Or did you just sit there thinking about what I was doing? About how I looked?" "Stop it," he warned, pointing a finger at you. "You are playing a sick game. I am your father's best friend. I’ve watched you grow up. I’m not... I’m not some guy you can flirt with, I'm practically your uncle."
"I'm not flirting," you admitted, standing up slowly. Your eyes on him as you watch his breath hitch, his eyes instinctively tracking the movement of your body, the way your white dress clinged to you tight. "I'm telling you the truth. I don't want some guy. I want you."
"Just, stop–fuck," he said, his voice rough, turning away from you to pace the small space of the room. You laughed, a low, dry sound, walking over to him, grabbing his jaw to turn towards your face. He stopped pacing. He turned slowly, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. His gaze swept over you, lingering on the curve of your hips, the exposed skin of your thighs.
"You're making this impossible," he gritted out. "Good," you whispered, taking a step toward him. He didn't retreat, but his body went rigid, every muscle coiled tight. "I want you to stop pretending you don't want this too. I saw you watching me by the pool. I felt you tense up when I walked past you in the hall. You think I don’t notice?"
"I can't," he breathed, his eyes squeezing shut as if in pain. "I’m twice your age." "I don’t care," you said, taking his hand in yours, bringing it down to your stomach. “I watched you grow up.” he whispered, voice ruined. “Rafe.” you said, as you brought his hand lower, dipping it under your dress for him to feel, feel how you had nothing under. “Shit.” he murmured, dropping his forehead down to yours.
With a groan, Rafe gave in, your hands pulling his face closer to yours. He leaned down, his warm breath fanning across your lips. You kissed him softly, light. With it only lasting about 30 seconds until he felt his consciousness slowly creep back in. He started to pull back, shaking his head, “No, no.” he whispered lightly. Your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, pulling him in again. Kissing him harder, as your other hand trailed down, palming him through his pants.
Rafe’s head dropped forward, his mouth open. “Fuck,” he breathed out. You continued touching him, through the fabric. And finally he kissed you hard, all the pent up tension of the past few days finally breaking free. Rafe's lips moved against yours with a need that matched your own, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hands roamed your body.
He walked the two of you back until you felt the bed hit the back of your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him down with you onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His hands found their way under your dress, touching your bare skin, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. "God, you're not wearing anything under this," he groaned against your lips, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip.
"I told you I wasn't a kid anymore," you replied, arching into his touch. He helped you slowly peel your dress off, watching you. "Fuck," he breathed, his gaze lingering on your breasts before moving down to the wetness between your thighs. "You're perfect." His voice was wrecked. When his fingers found your wetness, you arched off the bed, a whine of pleasure escaping your lips. He teased you mercilessly, his fingers circling your clit without quite touching it, driving you wild with need.
"Rafe, please," you begged, your hands fisting in the sheets. "Please what?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to torture you. "Tell me what you want." he said, softly. "You," you gasped. "I want you." That was all he needed to hear before he quickly tore his own clothes off, body lean and muscular. Your gaze trailed down to him. Mouth watering at the sight of him, thick and hard, already leaking with precum.
He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly entered you. You both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you completely. Rafe's mouth found yours again, kissing you, biting the bottom of your lip. You whined, in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. As his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own.
“God," Rafe groaned, as he pushed frantically into you, moving in and out of you relentlessly. He looked down at you, firmly holding your jaw “Open your eyes baby.” he said, increasing his speed. You bit down on your lip, brows furrowed in pleasure. “Look at me.” he said, harshly, pulling your bottom lip open. You opened your eyes, while he leaned down to kiss you, his other hand working on your breast.
Fuck, you looked so hot like this he thought, hitting places you never felt before. Crying out in pleasure. But you wanted to feel him more, feel all of him. You pushed lightly at his chest, his thrusts slowing a bit in confusion. You breathed out heavily, moving over, pushing him against the bed. He watched you intensely as you climbed over him, slowly sinking yourself down onto him.
A groan tore from Rafe's throat, his head falling back against the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut. The sensation of taking him in this way, of controlling the depth and the speed, was overwhelming. You threw your head back, a moan escaping your lips as you adjusted to his size, feeling every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The feeling was too intense, too much. But it didn't last long. You started to move, slowly at first, rocking your hips in a circular motion that had Rafe's hands tightening on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. Then, faster. Rafe's hips bucked up to meet you, his restraint gone. He was no longer trying to hold back, no longer trying to be careful. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, gripping you tightly, helping you lift and slam down on him with every thrust.
You could feel the pressure building inside you, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to spill over. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. You moved faster, harder, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rafe's hands moved to your throat, squeezing light, his thumbs pressing gently against your pulse point.
His body tensed beneath you, his hips stuttering. You knew what was coming. You could feel it in the way his hands gripped you, in the way his breath hitched in his throat. He was close. Too close. He tried to speak, to warn you, but you silenced him with a kiss, your hips moving faster, harder, refusing to let him stop. You wanted this. You needed this. Needed to feel him.
With a groan that was half agony, half relief, Rafe grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard onto him as he thrust up one last time, burying himself as deep as he could. You felt his body tense, his muscles coiling before he came inside you, warm and deep. You cried out, your own orgasm ripping through you. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, as you both tried catching your breaths, broken gasps.
The room was now suffocatingly quiet, except for the harsh, uneven sound of Rafe's breathing as he scrambled away from you. He pulled out abruptly, the loss of him leaving a cold emptiness inside you. He didn't look at you. He couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his head hanging between his hands as he ran his hands through his hair. His shoulders hunched.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough. You sat up slowly, the sheets wrapped around you now. You watched the muscles in his back tense and coil as he shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips."I can't believe I did that," he spat, finally turning to look at you. His eyes were filled with a cold, hard regret. "I actually... inside you. Jesus Christ." He stood up, frantically gathering his clothes from the floor. "You have no idea what you've done. No idea."
"I know exactly what I did," you said, your voice calm, steady. You turned, lifting the sheets around you a bit, allowing him to see the red marks his hands had left on your hips, the evidence of what you had just done together. "And so do you." Rafe froze, his shirt clutched in his hand. He turned slowly, his face pale, sweat still drying on his forehead. His gaze swept over you, but this time there was no desire in it. Only anger. "You manipulated me," he accused, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You planned this. The video, the towel, everything." You looked at him as he watched you slowly put your clothes back on.
"I gave you what you wanted," you corrected, a small smile playing on your lips. Standing up slowly. You took a step toward him, and he instinctively took a step back, hitting the wall. "You wanted it just as much as I did. You just didn't have the guts to admit it until I forced your hand."
"This is a nightmare," he groaned, turning away again. "Your father... he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me, and then he's going to kill you. Do you understand that?"
"He doesn't have to know," you said. You reached out, tracing a finger down the spine of the man who had just fucked your brains out, feeling the tremors running through his body. "Nothing has to change."
Rafe spun around, yanking your hand away, his eyes with a mix of anger and desperation. "Nothing has to change? Are you insane? Everything has changed! I just.. I just fucked my best friend's daughter." He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "This isn’t happening again."
"Whatever you say." you replied, your voice flat, as you stepped into his personal space again, forcing him to look at you. Rafe stared at you, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked violently in his cheek. He looked like he wanted to shake you, to scream at you, to never look at you again. But he didn't move. He couldn't. He was trapped by the reality of what had just happened. By the fact that he had enjoyed it, that he had come inside you.
"What, you think I'm not serious?" he snapped, voice full. "Not by a long shot." you responded. His eyes widened in horror as the implication hit him. "What are you talking about? This never happened." he demanded, his voice cold, final. As Rafe turned to leave, he heard you, “See you at the barbeque next weekend.” you remarked, smiling. Rafe froze, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn around. He didn't answer. He just stood there, his shoulders stiff, before he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, leaving you alone in the room.
✰ jj learns that his girlfriend has never smoked pot before and whenever she said she’s down to try it out, he’s at her service.
rating: sfw — cw: marijuana, suggestive, kissing
“can’t believe you’ve never smoked before,” jj muttered in disbelief as he sprinkled the ground cannabis from between his fingers onto the rolling paper. admittedly, it wasn’t that surprising that a girl like y/n, fresh out of figure eight, hadn’t partaken in any drug before — though it wasn’t too unlikely, either.
“i mean, i’ve thought about it, but i just… i don’t know,” y/n shrugged, watching intently as her boyfriend’s long fingers twisted and turned at the forming blunt in his grasp. jj nodded as he listened, his gaze still latched on the project before him. “that’s okay, baby — first time for everything,” he replied, glancing at her with a soft smile before pulling the blunt to his mouth, wetting it.
“woah, wait, you—you have to lick it?” y/n quickly interjected, sitting forward and watching as jj sat with his tongue idle on the rolling paper, his blue eyes wide at her sudden eruption as he was frozen in place. a moment passed before he realized his awkward stance, closing his mouth with a cough.
“uh, i— yeah, makes it, like, stick… why? worried about germs or somethin’?” he questioned, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “i mean, i—i just didn’t know you had to use spit to do that,” she mumbled, a faint warmth rising to her face as she felt his gaze on her, feeling a subtle embarrassment at her outburst. “y/n,” jj started, a sudden seriousness on his face, “my tongue’s literally been inside your mouth.”
“okay, that’s—,” she began dismissively, but jj was quick to resume. “many times — just swappin’ spit back and forth, you ‘n me,” he stated matter-a-factly, an amused smile on his face as y/n groaned. “stooop,” she pleaded, reaching up a hand in an attempt to cover his mouth, though that couldn’t stop him. “aye, i’m just sayin’,” he quipped, using his free hand to gently hold her smaller one away, “my germs’re already all up in there.”
“okay, i get it,” she laughed along pitifully, pulling her legs underneath her and leaning back into her corner of the couch. “alright, i’m just makin’ sure,” he murmured jokingly, feigning surrender as he finished assembling the joint, plucking the lighter from the coffee table and turning to face her. each item laid flat in either of his palms as he presented them as though they were sacred artifacts.
“these are your holy grail, alright? the yin and yang of life. and if you don’t got a yang, use a toaster — same shit,” he explained simply, to which y/n furrowed her brows. “right…” she muttered, slowly nodding, her eyes flickering between his face and hands. “now i’m not a teacher or anythin’,” the blonde warned, flicking open his lighter and igniting the spliff, “so you just watch and learn, young buck.”
he brought the blunt to his pink lips and inhaled deeply, allowing the substance to marinate in his lungs for a moment before blowing it out the corner of his mouth. “what’s it feel like?” y/n asked curiously, and jj smirked lightly at her innocent question. “different for everyone,” he began with a shrug, taking a quick drag, “but for me? cloud nine, baby.”
“different?” she wondered aloud, feeling her nerves rise at the opened ended statement. “mhm,” jj hummed as he held the smoke in, letting a few seconds pass before tilting his head back and letting it dissipate into the air, “but since you’re a virgin, we’ll start slow — you’ll be fine.” once again, y/n quirked her face at one of the many strange things her boyfriend had to say.
“y’know, like a—like a weed virgin, not a virgin virgin,” jj clarified as though it was needed, and y/n was quick to respond. “no, yeah, i got that,” she muttered quickly, pursing her lips as she silently prayed he would drop the tangent — but of course, he didn’t. “i mean, i know you’re not a virgin virgin ‘cause—,” he rambled, to which she abruptly interjected. “okay, jj, please,” she begged, watching as a small grin crept onto his face.
“alright, mama — your turn,” he spoke enthusiastically while scooting himself closer, the blunt pinched between his ring clad fingers before he held it out for her. “don’t grab the wrong side,” he warned (though he only felt it was necessary because he himself has once grabbed the wrong end, burning his fingers).
“so, i just, like, breathe it in? or…” y/n questioned nervously, having a general idea after watching her boyfriend so many times, though she was virtually clueless. “i mean, yeah, you kinda have to suck it like a straw,” jj advised, his demeanor instantly shifting as a laugh erupted from his lips.
“hah, suck it,” he repeated to himself with a grin, finding himself to be nothing less than absolutely hilarious. “you’re not helping,” y/n murmured, visibly on edge, her boyfriend’s immature joke not helping in the slightest. “sorry, i’m sorry, baby,” he laughed out pitifully, rubbing a comfortingly hand up and down her bare leg, “you good?”
“yeah, i just—i feel like i’m gonna burn myself or like, inhale it down my throat or something,” she explained hurriedly, knowing it sounded insanely ridiculous but they were concerns nonetheless.
“okay, so, first of all, you’re not gonna burn yourself, alright? i’m watchin’ you,” jj reassured, trying his best not to express the humor he’s found in her worries, “and second, only way you’d swallow the shit is if you were trynna suck the soul out if it.”
a laugh escaped y/n’s lips as she shook her head, causing jj to laugh along lightly. “i’m serious,” the blonde insisted with a smile, “you’re fine. look, you want me to hold it for you?”
“yeah, actually,” she agreed, handing the blunt back over to jj and he accepted it with a humored grin. he placed it between his lips, holding it there while he patted the place directly beside him, “come ‘ere.” y/n obliged, shuffling her way across the couch until their thighs were flush together.
“right, so, when you breath in, make sure it’s all the way down, like, to your chest — not just in your mouth,” he instructed, eyeing y/n intently to gauge if she was following along, “make sense?”
“mhm,” she agreed, and jj was content. “you’re probably gonna cough, like, alot but that’s normal, okay? so don’t freak,” he warned, and y/n nodded, almost impatiently, the prefacing explanations only increasing her urge to get the ‘initiation’ process over with already. “yup, gotcha — no freaking,” she clarified.
“alright, you ready?” jj asked with a small smirk on his lips, genuinely excited. y/n nodded once again, tucking her hands under her thighs as she straightened her posture. he took the blunt from his lips before reaching his free hand up to her jaw, gingerly resting it there before instructing, “open.”
she obliged, allowing him to set the spliff on her bottom lip before he lightly pushed up her chin, her lips encasing the tip. “you got it — go slow,” he muttered, crystal blue eyes trained on her mouth as he admired the soft flesh, almost mesmerized by the sight before him. y/n sucked in slowly, feeling the thick, earthy warmth cascade across her tongue before entering her lungs.
“okay, that’s enough,” jj laughed lightly as he pulled the joint from her mouth, watching intently as her brows furrowed, “let it out, baby, don’t choke yourself.” as if on cue, the breath she was holding was forced out by a violent series of coughs, her throat burning as she choked out puffs of white smoke.
“hey, you’re good,” jj coaxed, lightly patting her back with an amused smile. “oh, god,” she choked out with a hand over her mouth, her coughs merging with a laugh, “what the fuck.”
“good shit, baby,” jj praised, taking another lengthy hit before putting the blunt out the full ashtray. “what—we’re done?” y/n questioned, a couple small coughs escaping her lips as she watched him. “you’re done,” jj clarified, leaning back on the couch as he gazed lazily over to her, “just for now — wanna see how you’re feelin’ before you do any more.“
“i feel fine,” she shrugged. “takes a minute — come ‘ere,” jj insisted opening his arms. she leaned to the side, resting her head on his shoulder before he wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her into his chest. the smell of weed was far more potent in the cloth of his tattered shirt, mixed with the distance remnants of his cologne and natural musk — his scent alone always gave her it’s own kind of high.
“how do i know if i’m high?” she muttered. she felt his chest vibrate as he laughed, running a hand down her side and letting it rest on the plush of her thigh before giving it a pat. “don’t think you’re high off one hit, babe,” he informed with a humored, toothy grin. “well how long ‘till i can try again?” she questioned.
“oh, god, i’m ruining you,” jj sighed dramatically, laughing again when y/n playfully hit his chest. “oh whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “i’m just, like, anxious to see what it’s like.”
“i know, baby,” he comforted, running his fingers along her skin, “twenty minutes — that’s all i’m askin’; don’t want you getting sick or anythin’, yeah?” she nodded, admittedly knowing it was a bit excessive to ask, though it was simply the excitement and anticipation of it all.
“what — m’so boring you can’t wait that long?” he teased, looking down at her with pure blue eyes, blonde hair lazily resting across his forehead. “yeah, that’s it,” she teased back, letting out abrupt giggles when his hands suddenly made their way to her sides, poking softly at her ribs before she fell back in a fit of laughter, resting flush against the couch cushion.
“m’just boring you to death, huh?” he joked before pressing a firm kiss to her lips, swallowing her giggles as his hands ran up her torso, resting softly underneath her arms. “mhm,” she hummed happily against his mouth, the pair smiling so hard it was almost impossible to keep their lips together.
he pulled away before resting soft kisses along her jawline, mumbling out a sarcastic, “aw, poor baby,” before gently nipping at her neck, causing her to shriek out in laughter, softly pressing her hands to his shoulders.
“how much longer?” she inquired with a small smirk, deciding to play into the joke just that much further. jj reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone, quickly checking the time. “still got fifteen minutes,” he informed before looking back down at her with a suggestive glint in his eye.
their eyes met and her’s mirrored his own as she bit back a smile before jj feverishly reattached his mouth to hers, chuckling into the kiss when she squealed out giddily, raking her fingers through his disheveled golden locks as he wrapped a hand around the back of her back — that’s one way to pass the time.
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SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ [4.3k] When you and your childhood best friend start to realize your friendship doesn't quite come off as just that...and it might not be.
WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ based on an ask but i accidentally deleted it :(, childhood friends to lovers, slight miscommunication, brief unestablished relationship, allusions to sex, hurt/comfort, general angst & fluff, based on hate to be lame by lizzie mcalpine
YOU WERE FIVE WHEN YOU FIRST MET JJ MAYBANK. He was a pint-sized, ferocious, loud-mouth, blonde whirlwind who gave the teachers hell and never failed to give the other kids a show.
You, however, had just moved to mainland, never expecting to run into such a bundle of joy on your first day. You were at your desk in the corner, hunched over a coloring book, your brow furrowed in concentration as you meticulously filled in the scales of a mermaid with a sparkly blue crayon, when a flash of blonde hair caught your eye, a shadow clouding your page.
You looked up to see a boy with bright, curious eyes and a mop of sandy blonde hair. He had a smudge of paint on his cheek and a wide, gap-toothed grin. Little did you know, JJ had been watching you from across the classroom. He did it every day. That entire week from the moment the teacher introduced you.
"Hi," he breathed, his eyes wide as he peered at your artwork. "That mermaid is awesome. You're really good at coloring." He spoke, a slight lisp from his missing tooth.
"Thanks," you mumbled, clutching her crayon tighter. No one had really spoken to you in your first week at your new school. The boys were too rough and the girls were too mean.
But none of the other kid's hesitance seemed to phase JJ as he plopped down beside you, cross-legged, a sudden burst of energy making him bounce slightly. "I'm JJ," he announced, sticking out a hand that was also stained with splashes of paint. "What's your name?"
"Y/N," you replied, shaking his hand shyly.
"That's a cool name. Are you new? I haven't seen you before." He rambled, kicking his feet off the edge of his chair.
You simply nodded. "I just moved here..."
"Really? From where? Sorry if I'm talking too much, I just never met anyone from off the island." JJ beamed. He then gestured towards another boy who was attempting to build a tower of blocks that looked destined to topple. "That's John B. He's my best friend. We're trying to build the biggest fort ever." He looked back at you, his eyes sparkling with an idea. "...Do you wanna come play with us? We need someone who's good at making things look cool. Maybe you can draw a flag for our fort."
You looked from JJ's eager face to John B, who was now wrestling with a particularly stubborn block. A small smile touched your lips. It was a little scary being new, but maybe, just maybe, Kildare wouldn't be so bad after all. You nodded, putting your crayon down. "Okay," she said, a little more confidently this time. "But if I'm making the flag, it has to be pink." You smiled, crossing your arms.
JJ jumped from his seat, hand reaching into your pencil box to pull out the brightest, pinkest marker he could find, bowing and presenting it to you like it was the greatest thing ever. "Your flag, your rules."
MIDDLE SCHOOL WAS A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT STORM. Puberty, braces, eye problems, identity crises, feelings. You were so excited to be starting school with your two best friends...until you weren't.
It didn't take long to realize that you weren't fitting in well. You didn't have any trending fashion pieces, you didn't have cute gym clothes—you weren't girly. And if you had to guess, it must've stemmed from hanging around two boys for the last few years.
So, after the first week of middle school, you made it your mission to fit in.
Monday came and the scent of cheap, sugary perfume now clung to you, a stark contrast to the familiar smell of ocean water and scented lotion that usually accompanied you. Your clothes, once a signature hoodie, pair of skinny jeans and a pair of old sneakers, now morphed into the tightest shirt you could find, a skirt that just barely made the dress code and brand new pair of boots you'd begged your parents to buy over the weekend.
Middle school had hit you all like a rogue wave, but you felt like you were drowning in a sea of new expectations. You wanted to fit in, to laugh with the girls who huddled in the bathrooms during lunch, sharing secrets and lip gloss while taking mirror photos.
JJ, however, found it all profoundly weird. He'd catch glimpses of you in the hallways, your hair styled in a way you'd never care to do before, a faint redness on your cheek, and a new, almost hesitant , profoundly glossy, smile on your face when you were around the popular girls.
"What's up with her?" he'd grumble to John B, watching you from a distance. "She smells like a candy shop every time I get close to her and her lips are always glittering like a disco ball..." He listed, not judging but observing curiously. "And her clothes? You can't tell me she didn't have to squeeze into that."
John B just shrugged. "Girls get weird in middle school, dude. That's what my dad says, anyway."
"I mean, yeah..." JJ responded, scratching the back of his neck. "But why her? I don't think I like this version of her."
John B simply rolled his eyes, grabbing JJ's shoulder and turning him away from where his blue eyes were glued to the circle of girls, the bell ringing for next period. "You know what I think?" He asked, walking forward.
"What?"
"I think...you have a crush on her."
"Wh-What?-"
"I think you have a crush on Y/N and you think other guys are gonna start liking her, too." John B concluded, eyeing his best friend.
"I don't have a crush." JJ said, twisting his face as he pushed his friend off of him. "I'm just...worried, dude. You said it yourself, girls get weird in middle school. I don't want them to change her...or, like, hurt her feelings or something."
"Right..." JB drawled, a smug smile on his face.
JJ just scoffed, pushing the boys shoulder. "Fuck you."
"Mr. Maybank." A teacher nearby scolded.
JJ whipped around to face the older man, sending him a tight-lipped smile. "Sorry, sir. Won't happen again." He apologized, flipping the teacher off when he turned his back.
But time seemed to stretch, and you found yourself spending less and less time with the boys. The girl friends you were trying to make were… complicated. They talked about boys and clothes and who was dating who, and while you tried to keep up, it felt hollow. You missed the easy camaraderie, the unspoken understanding you had with your boys.
One afternoon, you were sitting alone on a bench outside the school, scrolling through your phone, feeling a familiar pang of loneliness despite being surrounded by people. A girl with dark, curly hair and an exasperated expression slumped down next to you. You'd seen her around, she was always with a group of girls, but there was often a subtle tension, a forced politeness that you'd recognized.
"I swear, if I have to hear about Jessica's new boyfriend one more time, I'm going to scream," she muttered, not really to you, but to the universe at large. She caught your eye and offered a small, tired smile. "Hey. You're Y/N, right?"
You nodded. "Yeah. And you're...?"
"You can call me Kie," she confirmed as a short silence fell between the two of you before she was speaking again. "...Do you ever feel like you're just... pretending?" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I thought maybe I wasn't trying hard enough to fit in, I guess. But now that I'm in, I keep wishing I was out again...y'know?"
Your eyes widened. "All the time," you admitted, a wave of relief washing over you. "I've been trying so hard to hang out with them, but it's just... not me."
Kiara's smile grew, a genuine one this time. "Right? I mean, I like clothes and stuff, and boys sometimes, but there's more to life than that. Like, have you ever actually looked at the tide pools down by the Marsh? They're amazing."
Your heart gave a little leap. Tide pools. That sounded like something JJ and John B would be into. "...You know what?" You said, a sudden idea sparking. "My best friends, JJ and John B, they're always exploring. They'd love the tide pools. You should meet them."
Kiara's eyebrows raised. "Boys? Really?"
"Yes, really," You grinned, a genuine, unforced smile that hadn't graced your face in weeks. "They're... different. In a good way. They're my best friends of all time."
The next day, after school, you led Kiara to your usual hangout spot, a rickety old dock behind John B's house. JJ and John B were already there, skipping rocks across the water, a third face among them—a brown skinned boy with really curly, dark hair wearing a 'Heyward's' sweatshirt, flying a toy drone.
JJ, upon seeing you, gave you a slightly bewildered look at the absence of your sickeningly sweet perfume and glitter-ridden lipgloss. He could see you again, and you had a smile on your face. A real one. The one he missed.
"Guys, this is Kie," You announced, pulling Kiara forward. "Kiara, this is JJ and John B."
JJ clapped his hands, looking at everyone with a smile. "Lovin' this recruitment." He announced, grabbing the unknown boy and pulled him under his arm. "Hello Kiara." JJ bowed, clapping the boy on his chest and turning to him. "Ladies, this is Pope. He's a certified genius."
"Genius is a overstatement..." Pope shied away from the compliment, a small smile on his face before he looked at you and Kiara, eyes lingering on Kie a bit longer. "Hi." He greeted simply.
And for the rest of the afternoon, as Kiara talked about her favorite music and animal endangerment in the OBX, and as Pope listed any random history fact that came to his mind, you felt a lightness you hadn't felt in weeks.
HIGH SCHOOL WAS DIFFERENT. John B was barely ever in class seeing as he opted to help his dad chase some "treasure", Pope was buried in AP homework and work at Heyward's, and Kie was constantly at odds with her parents. And you and JJ?
You were still in your own world, a bubble of shared inside jokes, easy silence, and an unspoken thing that everyone else saw, but you both denied.
“Just friends,” you’d say, a little too quickly, when Kie would smirk as she caught you and JJ laughing about some ridiculous thing. You knew that you were lying, in some sense.
JJ had...grown.
His hair was longer and fluffier, his arms and chest had more definition—he was attractive. Not that he wasn't before.
But as far as you were concerned, JJ saw you as a friend.
"One of the boys".
“She’s my best girl,” He'd proudly declare, slinging an arm over your shoulders while John B and Pope exchanged knowing glances.
But the "just friends" lie became a crutch. Since you were just friends, JJ started sleeping around with anyone who would give him a second look, and you, hurt by his casual flings, started dating Theo.
Theo was the opposite of JJ. He was neat, clean-cut, and he was polite—at first. Soon, the polite suggestions turned into pointed comments about your clothes, your hair, and the way you talked. He hated the way you laughed too loud and the way you’d rather surf than go to a movie.
JJ saw it all. He saw the way you pulled at the hem of your shirt when Theo made a comment about it. He heard the forced politeness in your voice when he was around. He started making his disapproval obvious, glaring at Theo across the lunch table and making sarcastic comments.
"Will you stop it?" you'd hissed at him one afternoon across the wooden picnic table that sat in the courtyard. You were eating lunch with Theo when JJ had come up, making himself comfortable and shooting snide comments and dirty looks Theo's way.
“Look, I don’t know why you even like the guy,” JJ said.
“He’s...nice to me-” you snapped back, the lie feeling heavy on your tongue.
“No, he’s not. He’s trying to change you." JJ spat, a knot between his eyebrows. "...I don’t get it, what’s wrong with you just being you? So much so that you're willing to erase yourself for someone like that.”
"The words hit you hard. You saw the Pogues as a family, and you were one of the guys. You felt a wave of sadness wash over you as you thought, he's saying no one would ever want me for me. He sees me as just one of the boys. "You don’t get it, JJ," you said, your voice strained, "You'd never get it."
"I'm not erasing myself, JJ." You snapped back. "Okay, Theo might not be the nicest guy on the island but he's not a complete asshole-"
"Complete asshole? Like that makes it any better-"
"Well, maybe I wouldn't be with him if-" You stopped yourself, not knowing entirely what exactly was about to slip past your lips.
JJ shot you a look—one bordering curiousity and anticipation. Like he knew.
"...If what?"
You didn't respond, your narrow eyes locking onto the blonde's—your heart pounding out of your chest. It was a silent challenge. A challenge to just say it.
But you didn't.
Instead, you scoffed, got up from your seat and slung your backpack over your shoulder before shooting JJ one last pointed look. "I'll see you later, J."
The rift between the two of you was deep, and a week later, at a bonfire party, it all came to a head.
Theo was yelling at you for wearing a hoodie instead of 'a dress or something', the light of the fire catching the tears in your eyes. But, truthfully, it wasn't that it was a hoodie. It was because he knew it wasn't yours.
It was far too big—the waist touching the middle of your thighs, the sleeves swamping your hands. He didn't know where you'd gotten it or when, but he at least had a hunch on who'd given it to you.
"He's one of my best friends!" you called over the noise of the party, walking away from the fuming boy as he hastily followed behind. "It's just a hoodie! He gave it to me ages ago!"
“As if it fucking matters!” he sneered, snatching you by the arm and spinning you to face him. You were near the edge of the woods now, on the outskirts of the party. “You're wearing another guy's clothes out in public and you expect me to what? Brush it off?”
“Yes-” you cried back, your voice cracking.
"Of course you do because you're fucking him." Theo seethed, leaning down in your face.
"What?"
"I mean it's clear that you've got a thing for that guy. So, I'm just wondering if you've already jumped the gun." He spat, scoffing with his voice low and harsh. "It's always JJ this, JJ that—I see the way you look at him. Do you think I'm fucking stupid?"
JJ, who had been at the center of the party, saw you. He tried to mind his own business, not wanting to cause any further tensions between himself and you. But he saw the way Theo was talking to you.
And he didn't like the way he grabbed you, the way he was making you shrink in on yourself.
His jaw clenched, and he excused himself from the girls he was entertaining as he pushed past a couple of people, his face a mask of rage.
When he reached the pair of you, he grabbed Theo's shirt to yank the boy around, giving his chest a warning shove. “What's goin' on, man?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous as a challenging, lopsided smile grew on his face.
Theo scoffed, shooting you a look before looking JJ up and down. "And of course, you show up." He spat, a fire in his eyes. "'Cause you're always there, aren't you, JJ? Just waiting for the right moment, huh?"
You stood back, watching the two boys go toe-to-toe and, from the looks of it, this wasn't a war that Theo wanted to wage. There a certain darkness to JJ's eyes that you'd never seen before. It even terrified you. And you thought JJ to be one of the least terrifying things on Earth, so long as the people he cared about were safe.
"You should go, dude," JJ warned—chin held high as he stared Theo down, the bonfire casting a dangerous shadow over his face. He stood his ground firmly.
Theo laughed. "I'm not going anywhere, dipshit-"
JJ was swift—snatching Theo up by the collar of his shirt, nearly lifting the boy off of his feet. Theo gasped, caught off guard, his face draining of all color and amusement. He looked from JJ’s face to yours, a sudden flicker of fear in his eyes.
"JJ-" You tried, not wanting this to go too far, but the sound of his menacing, hushed voice shut you up as he threatened Theo.
"When I let you go, you're gonna turn around and you're gonna leave." He told the man in his hold. His voice was lower and deeper than you'd ever heard it. "You're not gonna look at her, and you're not gonna look at me. You're not gonna grab a beer on your way out—your feet are gonna hit the ground, and you're going to fucking leave. Y'got that?"
Theo nodded rapidly, eyes full of terror.
JJ hummed, looking the boy up and down before smirking in his face. "Good." He said simply, releasing his grip on the boys shirt, watching him scatter and melt into the crowd.
The silence was deafening.
You stood there, a lone tear streaming down your cheek. JJ’s face softened as he looked at you, whatever cloud of darkness that was there previously completely disappearing. “Hey,” he said quietly, his voice a gentle contrast to the anger you'd just witnessed.
“You didn't have to do that,” you whispered, the words escaping before you could stop them.
You and your friends always protected each other, but this felt different. He had been so angry, and you couldn't understand why he would care this much, especially since you had been drifting apart.
JJ stepped closer, closing the distance between you. The flickering light of the distant bonfire danced in his blue eyes, and you could see the faint tremor in his hands. His voice was raw, stripped of its usual bravado.
“I'm not gonna let anybody treat you like that, Y/N,” he murmured, the sound barely audible over the distant party noise.
He lifted a trembling hand, his fingers brushing the wet path of the tear on your cheek. The simple touch felt like an electric shock, immediately settling the frantic beat of your heart, yet making your skin tingle with a different kind of sudden, sharp awareness.
“I saw him,” he continued, his gaze intense, never leaving yours. “The way he was talking to you, the way he grabbed you… it just... I hate seeing you look small, you know? Like you were trying to disappear. You're a good person, you don't deserve that shit.”
He let his hand drop to your shoulder, his thumb gently rubbing the fabric of the oversized hoodie, his hoodie. You leaned almost imperceptibly into the contact.
“He was… he was awful,” you admitted, your voice still shaky. “I don’t know why I dated him to begin with-”
“Hey, don’t do that,” JJ said quickly, his thumb tilting your chin up so your eyes met his again. “I know I gave you a lot of shit but don’t blame yourself, alright? You were trying, and that guy was a dick who tried to mess with the best thing I know.”
His face was close now and his eyes darted down to your lips for a fraction of a second, and your breath hitched. You felt the subtle shift in the air, the shared acknowledgment of the unspoken thing that had always existed between you. The boundary of "just friends" felt paper-thin, about to rip. Bound to.
JJ’s thumb moved from your chin to cup your cheek, his touch featherlight. You closed your eyes for a moment, tilting your head slightly into his hand. His face drew nearer, and you knew, absolutely knew, he was going to kiss you. You wanted him to. Your entire body was humming with anticipation, waiting for the release, the affirmation.
Then, just as his lips were a breath away, JJ froze and you turned to the side.
It's not the right time, you thought to yourself. And JJ must've been in agreeance.
His eyes snapped back open, wide and filled with a sudden, jarring clarity. He pulled back, his hand falling from your face, and he took a quick, sharp intake of breath, a sound that cut through the silence.
“...We should get back to the party,” he whispered, shaking his head slightly, a shadow of regret and frustration crossing his features. “Let's get you a drink, yeah?” He brushed off the moment, plastering a pity smile on his face
You felt a crushing wave of disappointment, but a small, rational part of your brain echoed in your thoughts—Standing here, raw and shaken after a fight that lead to an impromptu, yet much needed, breakup, wasn’t the moment.
You nodded, taking a steadying breath and forcing a small, tight smile. “Yeah.”
IN THE WEEKS THAT FOLLOWED, the rift vanished. It was as if the fight with Theo had been the necessary storm to clear the air, leaving behind the easy, brilliant sunshine of your lifelong bond. You and JJ fell back into your rhythm. A rhythm you hadn't nurtured in it's entirety since pre-school.
You felt like kids again, but in a much more mature context.
You spent every waking moment together.
There were impromptu rides on his bike to nowhere in particular, the wind whipping through your hair as you held on tight to his waist.
You'd share a single pair of broken headphones, listening to his favorite surf rock as you watched the waves roll in at a secluded spot on the marsh.
The Chateau became your sanctuary. Movie nights leaving you and JJ sprawled on the couch, often tangled up under the worn blanket that always resided there, sharing a bowl of popcorn and whispered jokes.
You noticed all the little things again—the way his mouth quirked when he was trying not to laugh, the calluses on his hands, the longing look he'd give you when he thought no one was looking.
With every shared sunset, every inside joke, every glance he gave you, a single, undeniable thought kept cropping up.
I might love him.
The words were always on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out with alarming ease.
One cool evening, you were sitting on the dock behind John B's house, dangling your feet in the water while the moon cast a shimmering path across the waves. Pope, Kie, and John B were out on the boat, leaving you two alone in the quiet.
“I missed seeing you like this. I’m...really glad you’re back,” JJ said, his voice soft, kicking his feet gently.
“I never really left,” you replied, turning to look at him. “I just… got confused for a while.”
He shook his head, looking out at the water. “No, you left. The girl I knew, the one I gave flag privileges to was gone. But she’s back now.” You shot him a playful, narrow-eyed look as he turned to you, a gentle, earnest look on his face, breathing out a laugh. “Seriously though. You’re my best girl. Always have been. I don't know what I'd do without you, or what I would’ve done if that kook actually managed to steal you away from m-...from us.”
“...Same to you, blondie,” you whispered, your heart swelling with emotion. “Y'know, you’re the one who always kept me sane, most of the time anyway. You've always been my favorite.” You nudged JJ's shoulder, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Don't tell Kie I said that." You joked, the both of you laughing for a moment before it died out.
In the silence, you hesitantly reached out, your hand finding his, and your fingers laced together naturally, like they were meant to be there. JJ's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, you watching him look at your intertwined hands in your peripheral, anxiety bubbling in your throat.
But then he was looking at you. So, you looked at him.
Your faces inches apart, the both of you leaning in without giving it much thought.
His gaze dropped to your lips again, but this time, he didn't stop. He leaned in, slow and deliberate, giving you every opportunity to pull away and you giving him ample opportunity to do the same. You met him halfway, closing the final inch between you.
The kiss was soft, yet overwhelming. His lips were soft and you both took your time. Your lips just touched each other, at first—experimentally. But then you put force behind it, your lips colliding with his as his free hand took hold of the back of your neck. Noses brushing as your free hand traveled up the length of his arm.
It was more than you ever thought it'd be.
When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless, JJ's thumb tracing the line of your jaw, a slow, wide grin spreading across his face as you took each other in.
"...Be honest," You started, voice soft as you peered up at the boy. "How long have you had a crush on me?" You teased, poking his side as he laughed, taking hold of you wrist with a smile on his face.
defending you // after jj and his friends cover for you with the cops, you find yourself interested in the boy and want to see if it leads to more. in the process, rafe starts a whole other issue that leads to jj getting the revenge he’s always wanted ✩♛
three times // the two instances where you flinch at jj’s touch and the one where he finally finds out what’s wrong ✩♛
half a brain cell // you’re tired of the kooks taking advantage of your boyfriend so you finally decide to put a stop to it yourself
who you are // jj finds you deep in your head on a particularly bad day but he has zero hesitation to let you know how much he loves you ✩♛
bored of books // after literally eleven hours of studying for finals, jj decides it’s time for you to take a break and give him some attention ♡
in for it // in which you’re an absolute tease at a party and jj takes you home to show you who’s in charge *
heart of gold // a royalty!au series // welcome to pogue kingdom! as resident princess, you’re hiding your relationship behind doors with jj until one day, he’s left to solve the puzzle of your abrupt disappearance ✩♛ (routledge!reader)
found family // despite the constant reassurance that the pogues loved you as a part of their group, you have doubts but they’re quick to prove you wrong whenever they’re given the chance ♡
drivers license // late drives mean late night thoughts which get you missing jj more than ever ✩
lifeline // john b told you there was no doubt that jj would always be there for you. neither of them expected rafe to put your life on the line when he started shooting bullets five minutes later ✩♛ (routledge!reader)
in your defense // while on the way to get supplies to pull out the twinkie, jj’s dad tests your limits and patience ♛♡
careful for me // with john b in prison, jj’s coming up with crazy ideas to get him out and it’s more concerning than it should be✩♡
bend the rules // being a kook isn’t as nice as it seems and jj’s tired of watching you crumble every morning at the words of your parents. enough is enough in his book, and he’s determined to get you away from that life if it’s the last thing he does ✩♡
without you // while in the middle of a pogue argument, jj's thrown back to the moment he almost lost you forever ✩♡(maybank!reader)
shattered // in the midst of your sister's return, your emotions are exhausted and things only get worse when rafe causes you to chose between what's left of your family and jj (cameron!reader)♛♡
lean on me // as much as you love being the go-to person for your friends, it's not all sunshine and rainbows. all it takes is a shitty week and an argument with your boyfriend for your strong exterior to break ♛✩♡
end of the line // jj's used to doing stupid shit most of the time, he's just never put you in the path along with him. until now, that is. (spoilers for s3!)✩♡
love me or leave me // for as long as you could remember, jj maybank hated you. all it takes is a trip to kitty hawk to realize that maybe, that's not so true (carrera!reader)✩♡
dreamcatcher // all it takes is one nightmare to change everything between you and jj✩♡
pieces of you // you had grown tired of JJ's reckless nature and were suffering the silent treatment post-argument. so it's only fitting the next time he's careless it's to save you ✩♡
broken pieces // when jj, kie, and pope get the notification that you escaped the camerons again, they decide they're done sitting on the sidelines. it's up to jj to talk you off the ledge that you've been pushed on. (routledge!reader)
leave me again // based on the song by kelsea ballerini; after two years together, you return to outer banks only to lose jj to kiara in a blink of an eye. ✩
p4l // aka the season 4 ending the audience and pogues deserved.
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series
ghost of you // the day john b died in the ocean, you lost everything. you suffered without him, hovered a thin line with your life. when you find out he’s alive, your world comes to a crashing halt and it’s john b’s turn to realize that maybe it was him that lost you ♛✩ (routledge!reader)(eventual jj x reader, series rewrite)
summary: it's been nine years since you've set foot on the beaches of the obx. you're excited for this new chapter, but first, you have to tell your brother jj that you're back. needless to say, he's not happy.
request: Separated forcefully or for reasons you can't control, run into each other again years later on accident. With jjs sister? Maybe their mom took her when she left and they meet again?
warnings: angst, violence, mentions of abuse, death/cancer
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The warm sun on your skin did more to calm your nerves than you expected. For the first time in nine years, you were back in the place you called home. OBX looked the same for the most part -- only a few differences and missing stores you could tell from the first glance. Figure Eight had definitely expanded and that you weren’t surprised about in the slightest.
It was bittersweet to be back here. The change had been rough and you never thought you’d step foot back here this fast, but life did throw you a curveball every now and then. Part of you didn’t expect to even see JJ here, having no idea if he even still would be here. You just knew you couldn’t stay in California any longer.
Nine years ago, when your mom finally reached her breaking point with your dad, she didn’t hesitate to grab you and leave behind the life you were living. You just remembered being nine years old, watching your brother get left behind in a way that hurt your heart so bad you cried for a week straight every day. Your mom tried to convince you that he would be fine, that the house would get better without the two of you there but you couldn’t fully believe her.
Years went past, you grew up and went to high school out in a small town in California. Your life in Outer Banks almost didn’t exist. You’d pushed away so much of the bad, that it was weird to think about what you had here. That is until your mom had been diagnosed with cancer when you turned fourteen. You had just hit the point of being able to reach out to JJ yourself, holding on to the bit of hope that maybe you could get him out of there. Your mom needed you though, and you couldn’t bail on her. So you stayed through it all and held her hand goodbye when it came to it. Grieving was hard, and you still didn’t think you’d seen the end of it in the past six months since her passing.
Your mom did everything she could to support you, collecting up a good amount of savings in the hopes you would go to college. You had work of your own, doing enough to help where you could. She had lucked out on a wealthy boyfriend-turned-fiancé leaving behind his earnings to her. Like you said before, curveballs.
You had a good foundation beneath you, but you couldn’t stay here with the memories she had left. Packing and choosing a condo in Outer Banks probably wasn’t on the list of wishes she had for you, but you had to go home. You had to see what you left behind before moving on.
Unpacking took a little motivation but you had most items shipped to avoid dealing with renting a moving truck. It would take a while to get everything exactly how you liked it but you just really wanted to get as settled in as possible so you could cruise the island for a bit. It felt weird to be back here, especially when all you could think about is how everything was when you left so many years ago.
The drive to the grocery store felt weird, especially when you realized you’d never driven these roads by yourself. You’d always had your mom in the car when you were younger, rarely ever your dad but still. Hopes were high that you could get in and out of the grocery without seeing anyone who would possibly recognize you.
Your wish was almost granted as you piled food into your cart with no end goal in mind on what to really get. The cashier greeted you kindly and made your checkout process smooth and before you knew it, you were loading everything into the trunk of your car.
“Y/N? Y/N Maybank, is that you?” You bit your lip at the voice and turned around to meet the gaze of none other than Rafe Cameron staring you down. Growing up, Rafe had been a pain in your ass but your dad always reassured you that guys were mean when they liked a girl. You, however, refused to put up with that outdated bullshit and gave the Cameron boy a piece of your mind before you left.
“Rafe, hi.” You offered him a tightknit smile as you shoved your last bag into the car. Out of everyone you could’ve run into, he wasn’t the worst one. You just hoped he didn’t make a scene out of it.
The blond boy had definitely grown up and was surrounded by two other people. You recognized one as Topper and the other you were unfamiliar with. Rafe blinked at the sight of you. “Wow, um. How-How are you? I haven’t seen you in-”
“Nine years?” You answered for him with a small laugh. “Yeah. It’s been a while but evidently, I can’t get away from here for too long.”
Rafe nodded. “Damn. Well, we’re having a party tonight at my place if you want to come. Catch up with everyone. It’s probably nothing like those West Coast parties you’re used to but hey, nothing beats an OBX showdown.”
You considered it for a moment, not sure if that was truly how you wanted to spend one of your first nights back but offered him a shrug. “Sure, I’ll think about it. Nice to see you guys!”
After putting your cart away, you climbed behind the wheel of the new Jeep that had once belonged to your mom. Letting out a deep sigh, your forehead pressed against the palms of your hands.
You really hoped Rafe didn’t see JJ before you did.
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Unpacking the groceries was easy and soon enough, you had a semi-stable home surrounding you for the time being. There were still a few knickknack things that needed organized but those could wait until a different day.
If you were being honest, you were nervous about this so-called ‘party’ you’d been invited to. On the bright side, it gave you a chance to unwind and act your age for once. Taking care of your mom had been hard and you’d been forced to grow up a lot sooner than you would’ve liked. On the other hand, you could risk fucking up whatever relationship was left with JJ if he didn’t want to see you.
Deciding just to go for it, you forced yourself to get ready. You debated for a while before settling that a pair of jeans and a tank top would be suitable enough. You quickly fixed your hair and makeup before starting the small walk to where you knew the Cameron house was.
The music was already cranking when you arrived at the end of the driveway. Taking a deep breath, you walked the remaining distance to the backyard where it seemed all the people were crowding. Your eyes landed on the various coolers lining the side of the house. You grabbed a drink for yourself before wandering into the mass of people. Rafe was right, parties in Cali were usually a lot bigger, but for the most part, this was normal to you.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” Rafe’s voice was suddenly behind you, breaking your train of thought. “Listen, your Pogue brother’s over there somewhere but-”
“JJ’s here?” You cut him off with wide eyes. Suddenly, you were too sober to see your brother for the first time in almost a decade.
Rafe laughed at the concern on your face, “Yeah, yeah. But hey, listen, I got some friends I want you to meet first, okay?”
You nodded, letting him pull you along throughout the party. You’d reconnected with Topper and met their friend Kelce who you had seen in the parking lot earlier. Rafe swore the OBX had only gotten better since you’d left, but looking at the white powdery substance on the table in front of you and the glazed look in his eyes, you were starting to doubt him.
Excusing yourself to find another drink, you shuffled your way through the crowd that had definitely grown since you first arrived. You reached in to grab another drink when someone bumped into you.
“Shit, sorry, I didn’t even-”
Your head snapped up at the familiar voice. “John B?”
The boy in front of you was definitely not a kid anymore. You gaped at his newfound height as he towered you by a good few inches. The bandana around his neck was new, same with his fluffy, curly hair that used to be short. He’d definitely filled out his form as he grew, making you wonder what your brother looked like.
“Holy shit. Y/N?” John B’s face was the definition of surprise as he stared back at you. As you all had grown up, you’d found each other on social media but nothing looked the same as standing in front of each other years later.
“Hi!” Your smile was infectious as you wrapped him in a tight hug. You were thankful to see a familiar face amongst the strangers you’d been surrounded by.
John B pulled back a moment later. “Does JJ know you’re here?”
You didn’t have a chance to answer before yelling interrupted from across the yard. You shared a glance with John B before the two of you took off running. You never forgot the trouble your brother would get himself into as a kid. Part of you hoped he would grow out of it as he got older, but you also had no idea what he dealt with after you left.
Following John B around everyone, your eyes caught sight of a group arguing. Rafe was somehow at the forefront and shoved someone’s chest before punches started getting thrown. John B must’ve seen something you didn’t and rushed towards the altercation without a second thought.
Hovering on the outside of the crowd, you watched as John B managed to grab someone from the fight and practically push them out of the way before Rafe let out a loud laugh. To your shock, he turned to find you in the crowd and pointed your way. “See Y/N! This is all you have to look forward to with your brother! Starting fights he can’t finish and always running his damn mouth.”
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you moved forward when Rafe took a jump again at the person in front of him. Pushing people aside, you managed to get in between the two before they started fighting. You shoved Rafe’s chest aggressively to get him out of the way so you could actually figure out what the hell was going on. Turning around, your gaze landed on the specific person you’d been looking for, yet the same person you’d been trying to avoid the whole night.
JJ stared back at you, his lip cut and face swelling by the second, but it was still him. It was still the boy you left all those years ago with tears in your eyes as your mom dragged you out to the car. You couldn’t gauge his reaction very well, couldn’t tell if he was pissed you were in front of him or if he was glad to see you.
You tuned out Rafe’s taunting behind you, suddenly well aware of how many people were watching your small family reunion. You snapped out of it when JJ took off out of the mini-circle that had formed.
“JJ!” You followed quickly behind him but he didn’t slow his pace and continued to run away from whatever had just happened. You stopped short, knowing damn well you couldn’t keep up with him and clearly, he didn’t want to see you.
John B was close behind you. “Y/N, hey.” You turned around to see the group that had followed him. Pope and Kie had grown so much, the sight of them almost overwhelming as you took in the people who you’d once been so close to.
“Oh, my God!” Kie practically burst into excitement and lunged forward to hug you tightly. You let out a relieved sigh, glad that someone was happy to see you.
Pope hugged you next, height towering over you the same way John B’s did. You didn’t even know where to start with them, let alone what you were going to say to JJ when you had a chance to talk to him.
“When did you get back?” Pope asked when he stepped back. The four of you moved further away from the party, all fun moods killed by JJ storming off.
“Yesterday,” You said as you followed them along the path to the beach. “I didn’t tell anyone. Didn’t know if it was a good idea. And now, I’m realizing it wasn’t.”
“JJ will get over it. He probably just needs some space.” Kiara gave a dismissive wave before turning to you with expecting eyes. “I, however, need to know where you’re staying.”
You shrugged. “We can go there if you want. It’s just up here.” The three of them followed along and made mindless conversation, asking you about your drive and your time in California. You managed to dodge all conversation relating to your mom, promising you’d explain everything after you talked to JJ. He deserved to hear it first, especially after you bombarded him at the party.
Walking into your new place, you watched the trio explore with wide eyes. Kie clearly had her share of this life, John B and Pope not so much. You were more than grateful for what you had at your hands, but you’d been through hell to get here.
You spent the remainder of the night catching up with the three Pogues who reassured you that JJ wanted space. You definitely hadn’t expected the pain they had been through; Kie’s Kook year, Big John going missing, the constant harassment from Rafe and other Kooks.
Once the early hours of the morning hit, you offered for them to stay but they agreed on heading back to the Chateau in hopes that JJ would be there and they could try to talk to him some. After giving each of them a hug, you locked your door and made your way to your bed in hopes that you could get some sleep and hopefully, get everything back on track with JJ in the morning.
--
Part of you wished you would’ve just chased JJ down last night so you didn’t have to deal with the situation in front of you. You weren’t 100% sure why you’d bother to come here, but after not seeing JJ this morning and Kiara saying he left them sometime early, you weren’t sure where else to look. The deck wood creaked under your feet before you pulled the screen door open and emersed yourself in the life your father and brother had been living since you left.
Your dad’s beaten truck was in the driveway alongside a dirt bike that you figured was JJ’s. The mess of discarded alcohol, leftover drugs on the table, and various old prescription bottles lingered on the once spotless outdoor patio set that your mom had bought. Your heart hurt as you realized how worn your childhood home was.
You crouched down to grab one of the orange containers to read the label. The medicine wasn’t familiar to you, but the lack of your dad’s name on it told you everything you needed to know. This is exactly what you wished never happened when your mom said she was leaving. You loved her dearly, but leaving JJ here was something you’d never forgive her for.
Suddenly, the front door slammed open as someone made their way out on the porch. You jerked up in surprise only to come face to face with the man that you called a father. He looked horrible, much worse than when you packed up and left. You could only guess his life went downhill from there and he never bothered to try and be anything better.
“Can I help you with something since you already invited yourself in?”
You had to admit, you weren’t surprised that he didn’t recognize you, but part of you had hoped he would. You liked to think you looked like your mom in some ways - ways that he would happily remember. “Hi, Dad.”
The name seemed to freeze him in his spot as he stared at you. You didn’t know what to expect. He could easily kick you off his property without a second thought. After a moment of processing, he broke into a laugh. “Well, I’ll be damned. Come give your old man a hug, Y/N.”
You stood there semi-awkwardly as he pulled you into a tight embrace. You could practically smell the alcohol dripping off him and his ratty t-shirt.
“I never thought your mom would let you back here,” Luke laughed and stepped back to make himself comfortable on the couch, popping a beer in the process. “How is she by the way?”
“Is JJ here?” You ignored his question and tried to get to the whole point of why you came here.
The scoff that came out of his mouth had you glaring without a second thought. “He’s in his room, pouting like a bitch!” He made sure to annunciate the last word loud enough that JJ could definitely hear him walls away. “Feel free.”
Accepting his dismissive wave as enough of an invitation, you pulled open the door and made your way into the disaster of a house. Shattered picture frames lined the floor, misplaced clothes strewn next to them. You didn’t dare look at the kitchen for fear of what might be growing in it from the lack of upkeep you’d seen so far.
Your feet guided you toward the door that had always led to your brother’s room. You convinced yourself that talking everything out would help, but now that you were standing here, it all seemed much harder.
“What?” JJ’s voice was full of pure annoyance once you knocked. You waited a moment before opening it to reveal his room just as you had remembered it. Granted, the posters had changed over the years, but it was still the same to you.
“Hi,” Was all you could muster up to say once you made eye contact with him.
He moved quickly to yank you into his room and shut the door behind you. “Are you crazy? Why the hell would you come here?”
You shrugged in defense. “I-I didn’t know where else to find you. Kiara said you weren’t with them and-”
“Kie?” He repeated the girl’s name as he glared at you. “You saw my friends?”
“Yes, JJ! When you stormed off last night and left-”
“Why the hell are you here?!”
The question was asked with such veracity you were stunned into silence. You gaped at him, shocked that he was being so hostile to you after all these years. It wasn’t like you had a choice in leaving with your mom.
“JJ, I just want to talk.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you let out a breath. “I have so much to tell you, a-and I haven’t seen you in so long. I know things are different but…”
JJ was silent for a moment as he stared at you. There were so many emotions in his mind, so many things he wanted to say to you, but he couldn’t help the feeling of agony that was deep in his chest. For so long, he’d envied you. He was full of rage, pain, and anger that you got to leave the Outer Banks for life with your mom. It hurt more than he ever let on, more than he ever told the Pogues.
“Please get out.”
The request made your heart sink as you looked back at him, tears on your cheeks now. “JJ, please.” You refused to believe after everything, the one person you were holding out for wanted nothing to do with you.
He shook his head. “Not here, not now. Not with him listening.” His voice quieted as he nudged his hand toward the general direction of where your father was sitting. “I’ll find you later and we can talk, okay?”
You brushed the tears from your cheeks and nodded. It wasn’t worth arguing over why he didn’t just come with you at that moment. Turning on your heel, you walked from his room before stopping short to face him again.
“JJ.” He looked up at you in confusion. “For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry.”
--
You didn’t hear anything for hours, opting to finish unpacking the rest of your belongings in hopes that it would take your mind off everything. Your dad had characteristically passed out by the time you’d left the house earlier that day. You had no interest in patching a relationship with him, especially based on what you’d seen.
You had just finished ordering some pizza for dinner, too exhausted to try and attempt to cook something, when the doorbell rang. You knew damn well your food wasn’t here that quickly.
JJ stood on the other side of it, looking positively exhausted. You stepped aside wordlessly to let him in, figuring he got your address from one of his friends on his way since you didn’t tell him. He was quiet as he observed the main floor of your new home, taking in the cleanliness and organization.
“I have pizza coming… do you-do you want some water or something to drink?”
His expression didn’t shift as he nodded to your question. You wondered if this was the new JJ - the quiet, reserved individual in your living room right now. You were inclined to doubt it, especially with the way Kiara, John B, and Pope had been talking last night.
“Is Mom dead?"
The question sucked all the air from your lungs, your new glassware threatening to slip from your fingers as it filled with water. You hesitated for a moment before turning to face him.
JJ was already looking at you, your reaction telling him everything as he nodded slightly. “I knew you wouldn’t come back here by yourself if she was still in California.”
“I came back because I wanted to start a new chapter here, hopefully with you,” You admitted as you handed the glass of water to him. “We owe ourselves that much, JJ. To start fresh without the pain of our parents and childhood lingering on us.”
Your brother was quiet as he swirled the water around, his mind still on the question he had asked. “Were you with her when it happened?”
“For every second,” You whispered as tears burned your eyes as you recounted the endless nights and painful days. “I wanted to tell you but she said it wasn’t right to drop it on you.”
JJ nodded solemnly, for once not fighting on a decision that was made on his behalf. It didn’t hurt any less, though; grieving the loss of someone you loved deeply yet barely knew. The two of you had grown up so different in the recent half of your lives.
“Does Dad still…” You didn’t have the guts to finish the question, hoping your question would be declined.
Your heart shattered when JJ nodded. “Got worse once you guys left, the drinking and… everything else.” He took a deep breath. “I usually stay at John B’s. Rarely go back unless I absolutely have to.”
“You can stay here. With me.” You weren’t really asking, but rather speaking it into existence. You refused to let your brother wonder where he belonged in the OBX any longer. Even if he hated you, having him in a safe environment would make you feel endlessly better.
The doorbell ringing interrupted whatever JJ was going to say if he was going to say anything. You moved to the front door to pay the delivery person and collect your food, thanking them graciously before placing it on the granite countertops. You grabbed two freshly cleaned plates, handing one to JJ before selecting your choice of pizza and appetizer. JJ grabbed his own before following you to the couch to sit.
“She was diagnosed with leukemia six years ago. Her fiancé, Michael had passed away two years prior. Richest man I’ve ever met, the best man I have ever met,” You let out a small laugh at the memory. “He was great. You would’ve loved him. They loved each other. Anyway, treatment was going well and suddenly it stopped working. Everything got worse, really fast. I was balancing school, a job, and being there for her, until one day… it all just stopped and she was gone. I graduated by myself, packed everything up, sold her house, and moved here.
“She loved you, more than you probably know. We talked about you all the time. I tried so hard to convince her to come back, to send you a plane ticket to get you out to Cali with us. I think she was scared of facing a situation she partially created, you know? Begged her to at least let me fly out. That was instantly shot down. But, the world works in weird ways and here we are.”
JJ watched you carefully, munching on his pizza as he did. He never noticed how exhausted you looked - like the weight of the world had been on your shoulders for years. It probably had been, he said to himself.
“I know me coming back is probably a storm in your usual forecast,” You continued, “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. So I figured just randomly showing up would give me an idea. Guess not.” You finished up your slice of pizza and set the empty plate on the ottoman.
“I’m sorry for being so shitty,” JJ blurted. He wasn’t sure what else to say.
You shook your head at him. “It’s okay, promise. I don’t blame you. I was extremely overwhelming.”
The two of you sat in a comforting quiet for a few moments as JJ finished up his food. He couldn’t lie, this was the best thing that had happened to him in a long time. Sure, he loved the Pogues and they’d always be his number one, but to have you back was a game-changer. It shifted everything he’d known since you had been taken to California all those years ago.
“If the offer to stay here is still on the table, I’d really like to take it.”
Maybe things were looking up for both of you after all.
description: your dads bsf, rafe, and you stay back from family skiing, and when you two find each other alone together, things happen.
includes: dads bsf, age gap, unprotected sex, p in v, semi public
wc: 2,166
now playing - west coast by lana del rey (instrumental)
The winter air was crisp, biting against your exposed skin as you slipped into the steaming water of the hot tub. The cabin's luxury features were on full display here, with the massive tub set against a floor to ceiling window wall that overlooked the snow covered mountains. "Careful, don't slip." Rafe's voice said from behind you.
You turned to find him already in the hot tub, water glistening, small water droplets dripping from his shoulders. At 42, he was still so hot, younger girls always practically throwing themselves onto him at the country club. Sure he’d mess with a couple of them, but nothing too serious. "I'm okay." you managed, though your heart was doing tiny stutters in your chest.
The rest of your families had already left for the slopes, your parents, Rafe's ex wife, your younger sister, and Rafe's son. They'd all been excited about the fresh powder, but you'd claimed a headache, and surprisingly, Rafe had stayed back too, claiming he had some business to handle.
"Nice view." he said, gesturing toward the window where snowflakes were beginning to drift down again. "It's beautiful here." you replied, settling into the bubbling water opposite him. He looked at you smiling slightly, fingers swashing around in the water. You felt nervous under his gaze, you always had. Wearing a tiny bikini in front of him. He intimidated you in a way.
Rafe was leaned back against the edge of the hot tub, one arm resting on the wood as he watched the snow gather on the pine branches outside. "So..." he said, "Headache?" "Maybe a tiny one." you smiled sheepishly. "Mm-hmm." he replied. "What?" you bit your lip, suppressing a smile. “Nothing.” He shook his head. "Oh?" you laughed. You splashed a little water in his direction, with it splashing against his chest. "I just didn't feel like falling down a mountain today."
"That's a much more believable answer." he smirked. When you were ten Rafe had taught you how to ski, he had you redo it, and redo it, and redo it until it began to become fun. But every year back here, no muscle memory kicked in and you had to relearn over and over again. "And your 'business'?" you responded. He rubbed the back of his neck with an exaggerated sigh. “I’m just tired, I wanted some peace.”
“I thought you liked to win? You always do when we race.” you teased. “I do like to win,” he exhaled, “Just needed some time away from James and Liz, their a handful.” You lightly splashed him with water, “Hey, I like Liz.” You laughed. “She’s a bitch.” He turned, grabbing his glass of whiskey, taking a sip. “She’s really not.” you stated, rolling your eyes.
He stared at you for a beat, a long silence stretching. You only looked back at him, gaze unwavering. He softly smiled “Yeah, well not to you.” he whispered, as he placed the glass down. A slow smile spread on your face as you splashed him again, “Jesus, light up.” you smirked. “Shut up.” he smiled, splashing you back lightly.
You took this as the opportunity to splash him ten times harder, soaking his face in water. He shook his head, a small smirk forming. “I–I really didn't mean to do it that hard.” you bit down on your lip, suppressing a smirk. He turned towards you, smiling “That why you're laughing now?” he said softly. “No.” you laughed. Before you could even react he splashed you with water, wetting your hair.
“Rafe!” you yelled, pushing the water out of your face. “Yes?” he smiled looking up at you as you stood. You splashed water onto him, as he did the same towards you, standing up. He was taller than you, way taller than you. You felt small compared to him, with your smile slowly dying. You pushed at his chest, with him falling back down into the place he was originally sitting.
His hand found yours underwater, fingers lacing together. In one swift motion, he pulled you towards him, onto his lap. You laughed, trying to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your chest. As both your thighs bracketed his, your chest pushed to his. You looked into his eyes. As his hand found your waist, pulling you closer. You paused, looking into his eyes, your breath hitching. "Rafe," you whispered, unsure. With it coming out softer than you meant it to.
His eyes searched yours, looking for hesitation, maybe. Permission, something. His hand came up to cup the back of your neck, fingertips threading into your wet hair. He closed the distance, his lips pressing against yours, hard, slow. You melted into him, fingers gripping his shoulders as his other hand settled on your hip beneath the water. He kissed you slow and deep, and you forgot about the cold outside, forgot about your families on the mountain, forgot about everything except the feeling of his mouth and the way his thumb traced small circles against your skin.
When you finally broke apart, foreheads resting together, his breath was uneven against your lips. "Been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted. Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it. "How long is a while?" The corner of his mouth curved up. "Longer than I should probably admit."
The unspoken tension that had been simmering between you for years was now boiling to the surface. All those times you'd caught him looking at you a little too long, all those moments when your hands had "accidentally" brushed while passing dishes at family gatherings, it all led to this. Your breath hitched as his thumb stroked the back of your hand. The water suddenly felt too hot, the steam too thick.
You leaned in, kissing him again, hard, while rolling your hips into him. He pinned your hips, fingers digging into the soft skin there. As you moved your hands from his shoulders, wrapping them around his neck. Biting his lip a bit. One of his hands slid up to cup your breast, thumbing your nipple through the thin fabric of your bikini top until it pebbled beneath his touch. You moaned into his mouth, arching against him as the water sloshed around you.
"Turn around," he commanded against your lips, his voice rough with need. You complied, facing the massive window wall. The reflection showed your flushed face and heaving chest, with Rafe behind you, his muscular shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. "Watch," he ordered in your ear as his hands gripped your hips. His words sending a shiver through you.
You watched in the reflection as one of his hands moved between your legs, his fingers moving your bikini to the side. Your eyes were glued onto your reflection as you looked at his fingers parting your folds and rubbing your clit. "So wet already," he murmured, circling the sensitive nub. "All this for me?" he smirked. You could only nod, your breath coming in heavy pants as he continued to stroke you.
Without warning he slid two fingers inside, slowly pumping in and out. You threw your head back, whining. His fingers curling, hitting that addicting spot over and over again. He continued that motion for a while with his right hand, his left pinching and rolling your nipple. Just when you were on the edge, he pulled his hand away. "Not yet," he said, a teasing note in his voice. "I want you to come on my cock."
You heard the sound of wet fabric as he pushed his swim trunks down. Then you felt him, big and hard, pressing against your entrance. "Good?" he asked, though it wasn't really a question. Your eyes were closed, brows furrowed together, head thrown back, shaking yes over and over again. Before you could react, he thrust into you in one smooth motion, filling you completely. A cry escaped your lips at the sudden stretch, a mixture of pleasure and pain as he stretched you more than you'd ever been before.
"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. "You're so tight." He gave you a moment to adjust before he began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and force. The water splashed around you with each thrust, creating a rhythm that matched the pounding in your chest. He dropped his hand down to your hip, with a bruising grip.
The combination was too much, the feel of him inside you, the pressure on your clit, the steam and heat of the hot tub. You felt a coiling tension in your core that threatened to snap. Your eyes were squeezed shut, whimpers and loud whines escaping your throat, as he thrusted in and out.
"Look at me," he said, his voice low, raw. His hand releasing your hip, catching your throat, squeezing softly. You lifted your head, your eyes meeting his. His pupils were blown wide, black holes swallowing the iris. "You have no idea," he muttered, his other hand lifting up from your clit to tangle in your wet hair, yanking your head back to expose more of your throat.
He buried his face in the curve of your neck, biting down hard enough to make you cry out, the sound echoing off the glass walls. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this.” You gasped, arching into him, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub, panting. Your walls clenched around him, swallowing him. "Fuck," he groaned, his head falling forward, water dripping from his hair onto your back. "You feel... god, you're so tight. So perfect."
He grabbed your chin, leaning forward, with his mouth crashing onto yours, kissing you upside down. He bit your lip, slowly sucking it, until he pulled back. The glass walls of the enclosure were now fogged up with steam, but near the top, where the heat didn't reach, the glass remained clear. And because the windows went all the way up, acting as a mirror you could see everything.
Your eyes locked onto the reflection. In the glass, you saw him driving into you, again, again, again, and again. Hitting places you didn’t even know were possible. You watched as his hands gripped your waist, leaving white marks on your skin, as he pounded into you roughly. You watched as he claimed you, his face contorted with pleasure. You couldn't look away. The visual of it, of him taking you, of the sheer size difference, and of the fact he was your dads best friend, the reality of him being 23 years older than you.
"You like that?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot, his pace increasing, becoming erratic and desperate. "You like watching yourself get taken by your father's best friend? Watching me ruin you?" "Yes," you sobbed, tears mixing with the steam on your face. "Yes, Rafe, please…” Your head leaned back on his chest again, back arching. “Please–don't stop..." you whimpered.
He slammed into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the space, louder than the storm outside. Your senses were overwhelmed, you could only moan in response, too overstimulated by the sensations to form coherent words. You were lost as you watched him, the way your head bounced back against the glass before he caught you, holding you in place so he could continue his pleasure.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice strained with his own nearing release. "Come all over my cock like the good girl I know you are." His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, more intense than anything you'd ever experienced. You cried out his name as your inner walls clenched around him, milking his length. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chased his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot cum.
For a moment, you both stayed still, breathing heavily as the water continued to bubble around you. Then he slowly pulled out, with you falling in front of the hot tub, hands gripping the edge, catching yourself from falling. You both were panting heavily, the post orgasm haze beginning to clear, replaced by the reality of what you'd just done. You'd crossed a line that could never be taken back.
You felt his hand on your lower back, as you looked over your shoulder, looking up to him. Rafe's expression was unreadable as he looked at you, his fingers gently tracing your back. "This isn't the last time." he stated, as he pulled you to him, turning you around. He leaned in to kiss you again, his hands holding your waist softly, then pulled back. He gave you one look up and down before whispering, “Go get cleaned up. They’ll be back soon.”
a/n: was blessed to dream about this last night. hope y’all enjoy<3
There were very few things better than the feeling of waking up next to jj.
His body pressed against your back, his arm draped over your waist, soft and somehow not annoying snores leaving his lips.
You stuck together like glue when you slept. If one of you moved or rolled over in the middle of the night, the other would adjust accordingly.
This often led to one or both of you overheating, which is why you slept with a box fan on high all night. You had it all figured out.
The soft glow of the sun shining through the semi sheer curtain is what brought you out of your slumber this morning. Well, that, and your boyfriend’s morning wood poking eagerly against your ass.
You could tell jj was still sleeping, because if he were even partially awake, he would be grinding against you, but he was still.
You giggled quietly to yourself, the feeling of him making you giddy inside. As long as you’ve been together, he still made you feel so excited, both mentally and physically.
With your bottom half only covered in panties and jj only wearing boxers, you could feel him much better than you would if you had worn real pajamas, which made your stomach tingle and your body feel warm.
You slowly pushed your ass back against his dick, humming softly at the feeling as you moved your hips upward so he was rubbing against your now leaking pussy.
That was all it took before you heard a deep groan, followed by a sigh of content from behind you. jj was awake now.
You continued your movements, spurring jj to slide his hand to your hip, gripping firmly as he pulled you closer to him.
“Whatcha doin’, baby?” He rasped, sleep coating his voice.
You smiled, feeling chills run down your spine at the sound of his morning voice. You could also feel a growing wetness between the two fabrics that restricted the both of you, your own arousal and jj’s precum leaking readily.
“Nothing… just laying here with you.” You teased, jj now rutting himself against you slowly.
“Yeah? If you just wanna lay here, I can stop.” He responded with a cocked brow, causing you to turn your head to meet his gaze.
He was smiling lazily, the soft blue hue of his eyes extra bright as the sun illuminated his face. His hair was a mess, cheeks slightly flushed. He was so beautiful.
“You won’t stop.” You fired back, unable to hold in a soft whimper from leaving your throat as the tip of his dick brushed right over your clit.
“Oh, I won’t?” He laughed, knowing damn well he was all talk. No chance he was stopping unless you asked him to.
“You won’t. Know why?” You questioned, turning away from him and quickly bringing your hand down to your panties, moving them to the side so that your leaking pussy was now free. You felt his boxer clad cock press against you, soaking the fabric even more.
In a swift motion, you reached behind you to pull the front of his boxers down, freeing his cock so it was now pressed directly against your wet folds, properly coating him now.
He folded completely at that, groaning loudly at the feeling, and you could feel more precum leak from his swollen tip, dripping against you, both of your arousals making a mess of the sheets below you.
“You’re right,” he breathed, grabbing a hold of his cock, gliding it up and down through your folds, properly lubricating himself before he lined himself up with your entrance. “Not gonna stop. Gonna fuck you real good.” He murmured, peppering wet kisses along the back of your neck and down your bare shoulder.
You nodded eagerly, whining as you felt him push himself inside of you, moving slowly as your walls fluttered around him, adjusting to the sudden fullness.
He exhaled sharply, fighting the urge to completely pound into you, but he took his time, allowing you to adjust and take him fully.
He stilled his movements once he bottomed out, his balls pressed against your skin, making you moan loudly and arch your back, urging him to begin moving.
“Please, move, please.” You begged shamelessly, leading him to start thrusting, the slick sounds of your arousal coating his cock mixed with his breathy moans were nothing short of euphoric.
His fingers gripped firmly onto your hips, keeping both of you in place as he fucked into you perfectly. He moved effortlessly, only slightly slower than he would be if you were both fully awake, but perfect nonetheless.
“So good, baby, you’re so, so good.” He breathed, brows furrowed in concentration, sweat beading onto his forehead just under his messy blonde locks.
You were panting, one hand gripping onto the sheets while the other was behind you, holding on loosely to jj’s upper thigh as if you were keeping him inside of you.
“I need— oh, fuck, jay, I’m close.” You spoke breathlessly, your nails digging into jj’s thigh as you felt your body tighten, your mouth parted as he continued to hit just the right spot deep inside of you.
“I know, baby, fuck, I got you.” He grunted, using his free hand to reach around you, wrapping his fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy in just the most perfect way, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt yourself clench tightly around his cock, your orgasm hitting you almost immediately.
You whimpered breathily as you came, your grip on him loosening as your body fizzled with pure pleasure, toes curling as jj continued thrusting into you through your high.
“That’s it, that’s good, baby.” He praised, pressing his lips against your shoulder blade as he felt his balls tighten, slowing his pace ever so slightly before stilling completely and releasing inside of you.
His hand was still wrapped around your neck, but his hold was far less firm, as if it was now just there to keep himself steady as he filled you up with hot spurts of his cum, beginning to move again as he worked through his orgasm, the sounds of him fucking his cum deeper into you mixed with both of your grunts and whimpers of pleasure were loud and erotic and you wished you could hear this sound forever.
“Fuck, jj,” you whispered breathlessly as his movements stopped once again, yet his cock remained deep inside of you, the mixture of both of your releases leaking out around his cock and coating his balls, but he stayed inside of you.
He moved his hand from your throat to push your hair away from your face, some strands sticking to your forehead from the sweat that had built up, his other rubbing soft circles on your thigh.
“You’re so perfect.” He said simply, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against your skin, sighing contently.
You could feel his cock slowly begin to soften inside of you, your pussy fluttering as you became slightly less full.
“I love you, jay.” You spoke, sleep threatening to hit you again. You were on cloud nine.
“I love you, too, baby. Let’s go back to sleep, yeah?”
warnings! nsfw, smut, fem!reader, 18+, consensual sex, p in v, oral sex fem receiving, titfucking, clothed orgasm, use of objects, corn syrup/food play, subtle enemies to fwb & more
word count... 1465 words
Your apartment's pipes had burst again and Sarah had offered one of the many spare bedrooms of the Cameron residence to be your temporary home while they fixed things up. After all, there's nothing she wouldn't do for her boyfriend's sister. God, you almost wanted to throw up.
You were meant to be the older sibling, the responsible one, but lately nothing seemed to be going your way. You'd crashed at the Chateau and walked in on your brother making out with Sarah Cameron more times than you could count, so when your baby brother's darling girlfriend offered up her place, you couldn't say no.
And that's how Rafe Cameron found you curled up on his sofa watching Scream on Halloween, on his tv.
"Don't you have your own place to fuck off to?" Your eyes stayed focused on the screen as you flipped him off.
The buzzcut boy chuckled, low and amused, the sound vibrating through the room as he strolled into the kitchen, showing one of those popcorn packets into the microwave for you both to share. You didn't look at him, but you could feel him, the way he moved, the way he lingered. He didn't hate you, just like you didn't hate him, but you both kept up appearances for the sake of the bullshit love triangle, more like a straight line with Topper butting his ass into it.
Rafe returned with a bowl of popcorn, settling into the sofa beside you. Close. Closer than necessary. His thigh brushed yours as he offered the bowl just as Billy shot Randy.
"Do you think you could love a killer?" he asked, voice low, almost teasing.
You paused, watching as the knife touches Billy's lower lip. "If he looks that sexy in corn syrup, I don't see why not."
Rafe smirked, eyes flicking to your mouth. "Do you think I could look sexy in corn syrup?"
You turned to face him, the bowl between you like a flimsy barrier. "Depends. You planning on dripping it somewhere specific?"
Rafe's gaze drops to your lips again, then lower. "You tell me."
You shielded the bowl away from him, but he lunged for it, and suddenly you were wrestling, popcorn flying, laughter spilling, and limbs tangled. He pinned you to the sofa, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your wrist. His breath was warm against your cheek, his body heavy and deliberate against yours.
Neither of you moved.
The movie kept playing, but the room had gone quiet. His eyes searched yours, and something shifted. You could feel it in your chest, in your stomach, in the way your legs instinctively parted beneath him.
"Say it," he murmured, leaning down and leaving hot kisses down the column of your throat, teeth grazing slightly as he does.
You swallowed. "I don’t see why not."
Rafe's attention shifts back towards your lips, slow and deliberate, as his lips brush yours once, just enough to make you chase the second kiss. And when it came, it wasn't soft. It was messy, hungry, all teeth and heat of years of pretending not to look.
Rafe pulls back from the kiss, breath ragged, eyes dark. You’re still pinned beneath him, chest rising and falling, lips parted in something between defiance and want.
He smirks, eyes flicking to the coffee table. "Don’t move."
You blink, confused, but he’s already up, striding to the kitchen with purpose. When he returns, he’s holding a bottle of red corn syrup, the kind Sarah uses for Halloween cocktails.
You raise an eyebrow. "You’re not serious."
"Oh, I’m very serious," he murmurs, kneeling beside you. "You said Billy looked sexy in corn syrup. I want to test that theory."
He drizzles a line across your collarbone, slow and deliberate. The syrup is cool against your skin, sticky and sweet. You shiver.
Rafe leans in, tongue tracing the line with maddening precision. He doesn’t rush. He licks, sucks, pauses, watching your reaction like it’s the only thing that matters.
When he reaches your chest, he hesitates. "Can I?" You nod, breathless.
He peels your shirt off, exposing your lace bra, then slides the strap down with his teeth. The syrup trails lower, and so does his mouth. He gives your tits his full attention sucking the syrup off, biting into the soft flesh as you whimper below him, leaving teeth marks. He's greedy, spurred by the sounds you're making as he tries to fit both your tits into his mouth, moaning as you try to grind against him.
Rafe pours another line of syrup onto your stomach, stopping just before the lace of your wet underwear peeking out of your tiny sleep shorts. He leaves hickeys this time as he licks the syrup clean from your body, the bruises glinting in the low light from the tv as the credits roll.
You squirm, hips shifting again, desperate for friction as he touches you, but never quite where you need it. He notices. Of course he does.
"Patience," he whispers, voice low and wicked.
You whimper and he grins, the remnants of the red corn syrup on his canines making him resemble a vampire.
Then he shifts, straddling your waist, guiding his thick cock between your tits covered in his bite marks. You press them together, letting him thrust between them, slowly at first until his will snaps at the sensation. Rafe's eyes never leave yours.
You lean up, tongue flicking over the head of his cock when it gets close enough, grinning as he groans, hips stuttering.
Your pussy is still fully clothed, but it doesn't matter. You're soaked, aching and arching as he fucks your tits. He cums with a low growl, white hot spurts spilling across your chest still heaving.
Rafe leans leans back watching your tits bounce as you gasp, the band in your stomach snapping as you cum into your already soaked underwear.
He pulls your shorts down. "Touch yourself," he says, voice low and eyes dark with lust. He's just had a taste of you, and now he needs more.
You hesitate, then slide your hand down, fingers brushing over the soaked fabric between your legs. His gaze sharpens.
"Slower," he demands, spreading your legs wider. "I want to see you fuck yourself."
You moan at his words, slowly pressing your finger in, and he watches, eyes dark, jaw tight. You bite your lip, gasping as your pussy sucks your finger in with ease.
"Add another," he says, and you do, the pressure making you moan louder.
He still doesn't let you take your underwear off. Not yet. You're squirming, desperate, and he's drinking in every second of it as you thrust your fingers in and out of your needy pussy.
When he finally nods, you peel the soaked fabric down, and he grabs it, stuffing it into your mouth with a dark grin. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to, just watches as you add a third finger, legs trembling as the band tightens for the second time.
You curl your fingers deeper, long sharp nails curling and brushing the spot which makes you cum with a cry, muffled by cotton, back arching, fingers covered in cum. Your tits heave as you breath in sharply through your nose, trying to catch your breath as Rafe sucks your fingers, moaning at the taste of your sweet orgasm.
Rafe reaches for something on the table, a Halloween prop, maybe, something vampire-themed and ridiculous. But it's no longer in his hands as he slides it between your legs with a sharp thrust, watching your back arch off the sofa.
He grins darkly, thrusting the object in and out of your pussy at a relentless pace. Your cotton underwear is out of your mouth as you scream, the coldness of the object contrasting the heat of your body. You're close, moving your hips to match his pace before he stops entirely, pulling the object out and throwing it onto the floor.
You whimper, Rafe enjoying the sight of your pretty pussy clenching on the cold air as you beg for him to fuck you. Your hands pathetically reach for his cock and he marvels at the sight of you drunk on his dick.
Finally, he takes pity on you, whispering a few dark words into the room as he thrusts into you. The room is filled with the sound of your screams, the squelching of your wet pussy begging for more as his cock slides through your folds. You're so wet, he's almost slipping out.
Moonlight spills through the window, catching the sweat on your skin, the curve of your spine, the way you tremble beneath him as you both cum again. He doesn't speak. He doesn't need to. You're already his.
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SYNOPSIS & WC ‧₊˚ [2.7k] Where your boyfriend just can't help how beautiful you are...or what you do to him
WARNING(S) & A/N ‧₊˚ slight dom!jj, slight sub!reader, sort of heavy smut, unprotected sex, scratching, biting, mentions of sex related injuries/blood, dirty talk, reader has jj's initial tatted on her, reader has abnormally sharp canines
YOU STIR SLOWLY, the afternoon sun a warm weight upon your eyelids. No memory clings to the moment sleep claimed you on the worn sofa of John B’s living room. Instead, the gentle press of fabric against your cheek and a blanket draped across you are the first whispers of awareness. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you rise, the material cascading down your back, a quiet groan your only protest.
"...'Mornin', sleepin' beauty." A familiar voice drifts from behind you. Unmistakable, belonging to none other than your own boyfriend.
"Mm..." You rub the sleep from your eyes, still half hunched over, one hand a steady anchor on the worn cushions. "Is it really morning or are you joking?" The question is a low murmur, thick with lingering slumber.
JJ simply chuckles, a warm sound in the quiet room, as he rolls a blunt on the far end of the sofa. His gaze, a silent caress, follows your form as you finally sit, stretching with a slow, luxurious grace. Unbeknownst to you, his hungry eyes trace the curve of your shoulder, the delicate valley of your back he longs to explore with the lightest touch of his tongue, and the tattoo. God, the tattoo drives him crazy.
What impulse had led you to brand your lower back with his initials, 'J.M.', surrounded in tiny, whimsical sparks? He had no idea. Yet, the sight of it stole his breath almost every time. Your untamed spirit was something he doubted he'd ever grow tired of. If he was honest, these spontaneous acts might just be the death of him.
He remains lost in his silent adoration until you turn, the plush blanket gathered around your hips, your still-sleepy gaze meeting his own, which remains fixed on the small of your back. He remains frozen, a half-rolled joint suspended between his fingers. "...J?" Your soft voice calls his name, and the sound alone sends a shockwave through him.
What did he do to deserve you?
Dragging his eyes from your lower half, his eyes meets yours. "Hm? What was that, mama?"
"The time...?" You reiterate, a delicate brow arching as you turn more fully to face him.
"Oh, right." He snaps back to the present, tapping his phone on the cluttered coffee table beside him. "It's only six, sun's goin' down soon." He tries to focus, completing the roll of the blunt and placing it on the ashtray. "You hungry? Kie dropped off some food."
You simply shake your head, a soft yawn escaping as you rise fully, stretching your arms above you, balanced on the tips of your toes.
JJ is forced to blink, to look away for a fleeting moment, otherwise his composure would surely crumble at the sight of you.
"C'mere." JJ's voice is a low drawl, shifting on the couch to widen the space between his outstretched legs. "Y'been sleep all day. I missed you..." He cooed as you drifted towards him, draping your legs over his, straddling him. His hands find your waist, then drift lower, softly cupping the curve of your bottom.
"...'M sorry, J." The words are a tired murmur, your voice still laced with sleep. One of his hands gently caresses the exposed skin of your back, ocassionally circling the slightly raised texture of your healing tattoo, tracing the 'J.M.' until it creates a clear picture in his mind. "You know I just get sleepy..." You apologized, leaning your head upon his shoulder, your fingers threading through his sun-kissed hair, lightly scratching his scalp. You tilt your face to look up at him, only to find his gaze already upon you, that familiar, adoring look.
"'S okay, pretty girl." He reassures, his hand moving to caress your cheek as your eyes meet. "I like watchin' you. You look peaceful."
You hum softly, shifting in his lap. "I am." Another yawn, revealing a hint of your unique smile, the one you dislike but he adores. He especially loves the way your sharp teeth graze his skin when you try to muffle your moans against his neck, or when you accidentally bite down on his lip while you're kissing like no one else is around. He loves every part of you. Yet, every part of you also ignites a fire within him. A junkyard of desires — images of everything he wanted to do to you, dreamed of doing to you, and things he'd already done. And your next words did nothing to help.
"All my dreams always have you in them."
It was as if you knew what you were doing, yet the innocence swimming in your wide eyes suggested otherwise. Here you are, still draped in the remnants of sleep, being an absolute sweetheart, and he can't get his dick to stand down.
"...I love you. Y'know that?" He whispers, his breath warm against your cheek as he traces its delicate curve.
A small giggle escapes you at his words, and you press yourself closer against him. "Yes. You tell me all the time."
"Mm." He hums against your ear. "You're beautiful. Do I tell you that all the time, too?" He presses, the hungry glint in his eyes intensifying.
"Sometimes..." You answer shyly, sensing the subtle shift in his demeanor. "...Mostly when you're fucking me, though."
His brows furrow slightly, his neck tilting back to look at you more fully as you lie nestled against him. "That's not true."
You knew it was a lie. JJ has made it his mission to remind you of the beauty he sees in you – not just in the bedroom, when he'd whispered in your ear or against your skin. He wanted you to know that you were his walking angel.
And now, with you straddling his lap, those large, sleepy eyes gazing up at him with such unwavering innocence, trust, and love – JJ felt his heart swell. And his desire, unbidden and insistent, stirs beneath his worn denim.
He cups your face in his calloused hands, his rough thumbs brushing softly over your cheeks as he leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.
"...I tell you every day," He murmurs, his breath mingling with yours as he pulls back just enough for his lips to still graze yours as he speaks. "Because it's true. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. My beautiful girl." A blush warms your cheeks at his words, and you dip your head shyly, but JJ will not allow it, tilting your chin back up with a gentle finger. "And I'm never gonna let anyone make you feel otherwise. Y'hear me?"
The possessive undertone in his voice sends a delicious shiver down your spine. You crave this fierce devotion, this unwavering declaration of your preciousness in his world.
"I love you..." You whisper, your hand trailing down his clothed chest, finding the frantic rhythm of his heart beneath your fingertips.
JJ's heart clenches, a sweet ache, as he pulls you to sit up, his gaze holding yours as you now hover above him, your hands entwined behind his neck. He draws you closer, your bodies molding together, and you cannot ignore the insistent pressure against your thigh. "I love you, too." JJ whispers, his tongue tracing his lower lip. "Every damn part of you..." He breathes, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past your lips as if starved, desperate for the taste of you.
A soft moan escapes you, your tongue meeting his in a languid dance as you find yourself instinctively grinding against him. His arousal strains against the confines of his jeans, twitching with each subtle movement. Your fingers tighten in his sun-bleached hair as your own inhibitions begin to unravel. JJ's hands roam your body, a possessive exploration, his fingers pressing and kneading every inch of exposed skin.
The soft sounds of your lips meeting his fill the quiet room, the feverish exchange making the air thick with unspoken desires.
Finally, to your reluctant dismay, JJ breaks the kiss, only to quickly tug at the hem of your loose-fitting shirt, his desperation to feel your bare skin against his own a palpable thing. Simultaneous heavy breaths escape your lips as JJ yanks your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, using one hand with practiced ease to unfasten your bra.
His blue eyes sweep over your exposed breasts, his pupils dilating visibly. "Fuck." He sighs, his hands leaving trails of fire as they glide over your waist, rising to cup the fullness of your chest. "Look at you. Just perfect..." You arch into his touch. "Too perfect."
"J..." A soft whimper escapes you, your hips pressing against his as your fingers dig lightly into his scalp.
"Talk to me, baby." He coos, his head dipping to kiss your neck as he waits for your whispered desires. "What d'you need?" He murmurs against the delicate skin of your throat, his teeth grazing you lightly – an action that sends your head falling back, a stifled moan escaping as your hand grips the worn fabric of John B's couch.
"I need you." The words are a breathy plea, your head thrown back as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sensitivity is a delicate landscape he knows intimately, and he never fails to explore every contour, every point of exquisite vulnerability.
"Good girl." He smiles against the crook of your neck. And before you can fully register the shift, a small yelp escapes you as he rises from the couch, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. He carries you down the narrow hall to his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before gently lowering you onto the soft mattress.
Your hair fans out around you on the pillow as you watch him above you, stripping away his own shirt before grasping your ankles and drawing you down towards the edge of the bed. Your heart pounds a frantic rhythm as you watch him remove your shorts, tossing them carelessly across the room before crawling over you.
Your breath catches in your throat as his mouth begins a slow descent between your breasts, each kiss a burning brand, tracing a path lower until his lips hover just above the place that aches for his touch – his warm breath a tantalizing whisper against your most sensitive flesh. He looks up at you briefly, his blue eyes dark with lust, before his gaze returns, and he wastes no time burying his face between your thighs.
The moan that tears from your throat is involuntary as his mouth claims you. The warm, wet velvet of his tongue explores every hidden crevice, every delicate fold. The sounds of his devotion fill the small room with each flick and swirl.
It would not surprise you if the entire Cut could hear the strangled cry that escapes you as he slowly slides a finger inside, curling it within you, a gentle pressure before another joins it, their rhythm a slow, deliberate dance.
With each curl of his fingers, each tantalizing flick of his tongue, each gentle suction, you feel the slickness gathering beneath you, the tide rising, pulling you closer and closer to the precipice. The rhythmic contractions of your inner muscles must signal your nearing climax, too swift for his liking. Abruptly, the exquisite torment ceases, a frustrated groan escaping you as he pulls his face from between your trembling thighs, withdrawing his soaked fingers.
He balances on his knees above you, your naked form splayed out beneath him on his worn mattress. His hands make quick work of the last barrier, his shorts joining yours across the room. He settles between your thighs, his hands sliding beneath you, drawing you even further towards the edge of the bed.
He hovers above you, his length a stark promise, hard and slick with anticipation, a bead of precum tracing a path down your stomach. One hand wraps around your thigh, holding you captive, while the other takes hold of his desire, smearing the clear liquid over the smooth head and down the rigid length. His tongue peeks out from between his lips as he strokes himself above you, a heavy sigh escaping him before he stills, aligning himself with your yielding entrance.
"Hey," JJ's voice is a low, husky murmur. "Look at me." A command, gentle yet insistent, your eyes flickering between his and the place where you yearn to connect, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation.
A small, knowing smirk plays on his lips as you obey, your wide eyes filled with a raw longing. He leans down, his wet lips finding yours, a feverish claiming before he pushes into you, stretching you open around his thick form.
A gasp escapes you as the kiss breaks, the hand that guided him now cupping your face, your foreheads touching in a silent communion. He continues his slow descent, stopping only when he is fully sheathed within you. "Kiss me." He whispers, his breath warm against your lips, his damp hair brushing your face. "Kiss me while I fuck you stupid." He doesn't wait for your response, slowly withdrawing only to plunge back in, and you arch your neck, your lips meeting his once more.
JJ sets a steady, torturous rhythm, thrusting deep and hard, the worn mattress protesting beneath your intertwined bodies. The sounds of skin against skin, your escalating moans, and JJ's occasional guttural cries fill the small space. His pace quickens, a primal hunger driving him, chasing the shared precipice. He wants to witness your unraveling, to draw every last drop of pleasure from you.
With his increasing intensity, your control over your voice, over the tightening of your inner muscles, begins to slip away. Your hands find purchase on his back, the closer you drift towards your own release – one hand tangling in his sun-bleached hair, tugging with a desperate need that only fuels his fire, the other clawing at the smooth skin of his back, making his desire impossibly harder as he continues his relentless assault.
"There you go." He moans against your ear. "Let go, baby. You're okay." He coos, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, lifting you slightly as he sits up, pulling his face from yours to gaze down at you. "I got you." He whispers, fucking you onto himself.
Before you fully comprehend the shift, your back arches off the bed, a wave of pure sensation washing over you, your legs locking around his hips as JJ continues his relentless rhythm, riding the crest of your release. It is not long before his own climax approaches, his thrusts becoming impossibly faster, a frantic surge before he stills, buried deep within you, filling you completely.
You both gasp for breath as JJ collapses onto you, slick with sweat and the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. A deep sigh escapes you as you turn your hand, a warm, slightly sticky residue clinging to your fingertips.
"Oh, shit." A frown creases your brow as your eyes find JJ's back – a canvas of old and startlingly fresh scratch marks, the newest additions beading with tiny droplets of blood.
"It's fine." JJ mumbles against your chest, already aware of your silent remorse, the faint burning sensation blooming across his skin. You always feel a pang of guilt in the aftermath, seeing the tangible evidence of your passion.
"I'll try and stop..." You whisper, as JJ pushes himself up and off of you, rising to gather your discarded clothes from the floor.
"Don't." JJ says, tossing your garments into the wicker hamper by the door. "I like it. And I like that everyone else gets to see it." He smirks at you from across the room as you prop yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "Plus," He laughs softly to himself, pulling a pair of faded shorts up his legs and grabbing one of his clean t-shirts for you. "I like returnin' the favor." His eyes linger on the village of teeth marks and burgeoning hickeys adorning your neck and chest, a visible testament to his own fervent affections.
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Warnings: cursing, smut, 18+, MDNI, bondage, some degrading, sex, p in v, daddy kink, unprotected sex.
Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Pogue Reader
Summary: In which JJ attempts to test Y/N's limits in the bedroom.
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JJ stood behind you and commanded, "Hands behind your back." Complying, you placed your wrists together and felt him bind them with something soft, likely the belt from your bathrobe. Once your hands were secured, he guided you to the shared bed and pushed you down, your front colliding with the pliant sheets. The mattress dipped as he climbed onto it, his weight shifting the bed.
He grabbed the soft flesh of your ass, then smacked it roughly, causing you to yelp. He smirked as he repeated the action, over and over. When the assault on your backside finally stopped, the skin felt raw and appeared bright red. JJ pulled your hips up, positioning you in a partial downward-facing dog pose with your face pressed into the pillow. You heard the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt, followed by the soft thud of his pants hitting the floor.
He positioned himself behind you and slowly slid his hardened cock between your slick, welcoming folds. You let out a soft moan as he did so. He continued to tease your sensitive entrance with his shaft before lining himself up. With a firm push, he sheathed himself inside you with ease, your arousal having prepared you for his invasion. You moaned deeply as his full length filled you, stretching and satisfying you. Your eyes fluttered as you reveled in the blissful sensation of being stuffed full.
JJ didn't hold back, immediately thrusting into you roughly and quickly. You moaned loudly as the intense sensations overwhelmed you, only minutes into the encounter. "Oh fuck-" you cried out as he hit your g-spot repeatedly. "That's it princess, take it all." JJ groaned, his pace becoming more frantic as he neared his climax. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his thrusts grew faster and more erratic.
"Tell me how much you love my cock." JJ growled as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Fuck, daddy! I love it so fucking much!" You moaned as he continued to thrust into you. "Yeah? Whose fucking you so good right now, hm?" He said, his pace growing rougher. You could feel a knot forming in your stomach - your climax was so close. "You! You are, Jayj!" You moaned loudly. He growled and slapped your ass roughly once more, "I said, who's fucking you?" He said as he grit his teeth, fucking you harder. "Y- you ar-" you started to say but he smacked your ass hard once again.
"I said who's fucking you, say my fucking name!" He growled. "J- JJ Maybank is!" You cried out as your pussy clenched around his dick. "That's right. You're such a dirty little slut for daddy," he said, groaning as he felt your pussy clench around his cock once more. "Fuck, baby." He groaned, tilting his head back.
The overwhelming sensations built until you could no longer hold back. "I'm going to cum!" You cried out desperately. "Please, let me cum, daddy!" JJ held onto your hips so tightly that you knew that would you have bruises the next morning. "Come on, cum for me princess." He groaned. Your whole body trembled as the release finally came, a scream tearing from your throat. JJ groaned as your climax gushed over his cock. He thrust a few more times before reaching his own release, coating your sensitive walls. Spent, he slowly withdrew and collapsed beside you.
After catching his breath, he gently untied your wrists and pulled you into a warm embrace. "You did so well for me." JJ said softly, kissing the top of your head. You giggled and smiled as he peppered your face with more kisses. "I'll have to push your limits more often." He said with a devilish smirk. "Well then, I can't wait for you to do that again." You replied with a giggle, before leaning in to kiss him softly.
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Having JJ Maybank as a boyfriend had to be the most chaotic experience known to man.
Chaotic, reckless, stupidly romantic, stupidly horny… and you loved that boy more than anything on this fucking earth.
He was a perfect blend of sweet and caring, funny and feral, boyfriend and menace. A walking contradiction in board shorts and messy blonde hair, somehow balancing “I’ll kill for you” energy with “I forgot my shoes at the beach again” energy. And as for the freaky part? Yeah—JJ didn’t even try to hide that.
The man had zero shame.
Zero.
The car?
Your place?
Behind The Château?
The Twinkie?
The goddamn movie theater???
It didn’t matter. If you were there, and he was breathing, he was thinking about getting “mini j” (yes… he insisted on that name) somewhere inside you.
From stealing your Pop-Tarts like a gremlin to eating you out like it was a competitive sport, there was never—ever—peace. JJ was a munch, certified, stamped, approved. He once got so drunk off your pussy he swore he might “get diabetes.” You threw a pillow at him while he was still between your thighs.
Neither of you had patience.
At all.
Especially on the road.
Long drives meant boredom, and boredom meant you leaning over the center console and unbuttoning his jeans. Which always led to JJ desperately pulling off the highway into whatever dark abandoned lot he could find so he could rail you stupid to Rihanna. Or SZA. Or Frank Ocean—because he knew you loved them and he loved the way you moved in the backseat to the music.
He knew how much music mattered to you. You made playlists for literally everything—every mood, aesthetic, season, holiday, sunset, outfit, intrusive thought… and obviously, playlists about him. JJ pretended he didn’t listen to those, but he did. Religiously.
JJ also had an excessive, almost alarming number of pet names for you. Baby. Sweetheart. Mama. Princess. Cupcake (rare, but dangerous when used). Pretty girl. Angel. Babe. Baby girl. Whatever affection fit his vibe at the moment—he used it. And every time, it worked.
And he loved watching you surf.
He’d pretend he wasn’t staring, leaning back on his elbows like whatever, you’re mid, but secretly? He was drooling, eyes following every movement like a lovesick idiot. Respectfully. Mostly.
Right now, though, you weren’t surfing.
You weren’t anywhere public.
You were in your bedroom—alone.
Your parents had no clue about your little JJ situation. So the second you told him they’d be out of town for a few weeks, he was already at your door, hair messy from the wind, grin sharp with trouble, backpack half-zipped because he packed in 30 seconds like he was running from the law.
He dropped the bag on your floor and flopped onto your bed like he lived there.
“You know,” he said, arms spread behind his head, eyes all over your body, “you shouldn’t tell me stuff like ‘I’m home alone for weeks.’ I’m very impressionable.”
“I noticed,” you teased, climbing onto the bed beside him.
JJ rolled onto his side, fingers tracing your hip, smirk softening into something warm. “Missed you.”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“Yeah,” he whispered, lips brushing your cheek, “and I’ve been suffering ever since.”
His hand slid under the hem of your shirt. Warm. Slow. Familiar.
“JJ,” you warned, but it was useless—you were already melting.
“What?” he whispered, feigning innocence. “I’m just appreciating my girl.”
“My parents might call,” you reminded. “They always call and check on me while they’re gone.”
“Yeah? And your point is?” His mouth found your neck, sucking just hard enough to make you gasp. “Baby, I’d answer the phone for you mid-stroke if I had to. I’m flexible.”
You hit his arm, but you were laughing—soft, breathless, leaning into him.
JJ’s hands slipped to your thighs, squeezing like they belonged to him. “C’mere.”
And you did—straddling him, his fingers gripping your hips like he’d been waiting hours for this exact moment.
“Fuck,” he breathed, letting his head fall back as he took in the sight of you on top of him. “You’re… you’re not fair.”
You smirked. “You came over. What’d you think was gonna happen?”
“I don’t think,” he said, lifting his hips into yours, “I react.”
Your lips crashed into his, messy and warm and familiar. JJ kissed like he lived on instinct—urgent, hungry, hands everywhere, mouth everywhere. He tugged at your shirt until you pulled it over your head, and he let out the softest, most reverent “holy shit” you’d ever heard.
He sat up, chest pressed to yours, arms wrapped around your waist like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured into your skin, trailing kisses down your collarbone. “Pretty girl… my girl…”
You shivered.
He felt it.
And smirked.
JJ laid back, pulling you with him until you were sitting directly over the growing bulge in his shorts.
“Ride me,” he whispered, voice rough. “C’mon, mama. Haven’t had you in days.”
Your breath caught. “JJ…”
“What?” He rubbed slow circles over your inner thighs, teasing the edge of your shorts. “You know I go crazy without you.”
He tugged the fabric down. You lifted your hips, letting him pull them off and toss them somewhere on the floor.
He looked up at you like a man starving.
“You always get like this,” you teased, lowering yourself just enough to graze him.
JJ hissed, gripping your hips harder. “Baby, don’t tease me unless you want consequences.”
“Maybe I do.”
“Oh, fuck.” His eyes went dark. “You’re gonna kill me.”
He pushed his shorts down, freeing himself. His tip was already flushed, already leaking. He wasn’t lying—patience wasn’t a virtue either of you possessed.
“C’mere,” he murmured again, voice low and warm.
You sank onto him slowly—his head falling back, jaw clenched, breath leaving him in a broken sound you felt down your spine.
“Jesus Christ—baby—fuck—” His hands flew to your waist, steadying you as you sank down inch by inch. “You feel so good. So good. Fuck.”
You started moving—slow, teasing, rolling your hips just the way you knew drove him insane. His mouth dropped open, eyes glued to your body.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, chasing your rhythm. “Baby, you’re gonna… I’m—fuck.”
You leaned down, kissing him breathless, swallowing the sounds he made as you rode him.
“JJ…” you moaned into his mouth, and he lost it—gripped the back of your neck, kissing you like he needed air from your lungs.
His voice got shakier, breathless. “Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around,” he repeated, desperate. “Wanna see that ass.”
You grinned, lifting off him—he actually whined, palm catching your hip as if to pull you right back onto him. You repositioned, turning around and sinking back down onto him, your hands against the headboard, back arched.
JJ’s hands flew to your hips instantly.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, head falling forward onto your spine. “You’re trying to kill me—you’re actually trying to—fuck.”
He snapped his hips up into you, fucking you harder, deeper, the way he only did when he had you alone and desperate.
Every thrust pushed a moan out of you—loud, messy, shamefully needy.
“That’s it,” he growled, gripping your waist like he owned it. “Let ‘em hear.”
“JJ—fuck—”
“Yeah?” he panted, picking up the pace. “Tell me. C’mon, baby girl, tell me how good I fuck you.”
You were shaking—whining, breath catching, legs trembling.
“JJ—oh my god—”
He leaned forward, lips brushing your ear, voice wrecked.
“Cum for me.”
You did—hard.
Your whole body clenching, back arching, head falling back as you moaned his name.
JJ’s rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he fell apart right after you, burying himself deep with a strangled groan. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder, panting into your skin.
For a moment, the room was silent.
Warm.
Soft.
Spinning.
Then—
JJ kissed your shoulder and whispered:
“…so, uh… you got Pop-Tarts?”
You hit him with a pillow.
He laughed, kissed your cheek, and tackled you onto the bed.
Warnings: Dirty talk, emotional dependence, flatiron position, dubcon/noncon, choking & the reader clearly don't know how to set limits.
Note: I wrote this without really revising it, but it was something that was on my mind and I wanted to put it into writing.
Rafe kept his fingers firmly dug into your hair, pulling your head back as he dictated the aggressive rhythm against your body, turned with your back to him. The palms of your hands pressed against the edge of the mattress, your arms trembling from exhaustion. That was already the third time this week. Your body was begging for a truce, but Rafe didn’t care about the tiredness; he liked the control, he liked using you as an escape valve for the chaos of his own mind.
Deep down, a part of you believed you deserved exactly that. Being treated in that brutal way brought a strange sense of belonging. It was a distorted, fractured vision, but in your head, his intensity was confused with love. At least there, within four walls, you had his attention. Rafe touched you in the right places, knew every reaction of your body, and pushed you to the limit, extracting pleasure from that submission.
Their skin glistened with sweat under the dim light of the bedroom, the heat making the environment even more suffocating. Rafe watched every arch of your back, every sign of total surrender, feeding his own ego as he saw that you existed there only to satisfy him. And the worst part was that you willingly accepted the role.
"Stay still, fuck." Rafe's voice came out raspy, a low command near your ear as he slammed his hips hard, with no intention of being gentle.
You muffled a sound against the sheet, completely receptive to his weight and his haste. Rafe's long fingers moved down the arch of your back and squeezed your ass hard, his knuckles white from the pressure. In his head, that was a conquest, a trophy. He loved the idea of puffing out his chest later in front of his friends, of feeling like the most badass guy in Kildare for having someone so devastated in his hands. To you, other people's judgment didn't matter, as long as he kept looking at you at the end of the night.
"Tell me you are Rafe's needy little slut." His hand moved up to the base of your neck, exerting firm pressure, while he buried himself as heavy as he could, hitting your cervix.
A painful, whiny groan escaped your bitten lips, your whole body responding to the command. "I am... I am..."
Rafe let out a short laugh, a breath of mockery that hit the back of your neck. He knew perfectly well the power he had there. He knew you would do absolutely anything not to be cast aside, seeking in him an almost fatherly validation, filling a void that neither of them really knew how to fix.
His dick tore you apart and he didn't care, the brutal rhythm ignoring any sign of friction. He groaned loudly while squeezing your neck, his thumb pressing into your trachea hard enough to make you lose your breath. "You like this, don't you?" Those were his last words before unloading and coming deep inside you.
The thermal shock of the semen caught you by surprise. Your eyes widened against the sheet, realizing that he had come inside without your consent, without even considering asking first. But the thought lasted only a second. You swallowed the shock and just let it go, burying your face in the pillow. In the end, the only thing that mattered was seeing him satisfied, because a satisfied Rafe meant he would stay there. He would give you everything you needed if you kept being the perfect toy.
Rafe remained heavy on top of you for a few seconds, his breathing uneven and hot hitting your back as his dick went soft inside. Without saying a single word of affection, he pulled away abruptly. The mattress rose when he got up, leaving your body suddenly cold and exposed.
He walked to the en-suite bathroom with heavy steps. You heard the sound of the toilet flushing and, right after, the sound of the shower water falling. He didn't even look back.
You rolled onto your side, curling your knees against your chest as you felt the liquid slowly dripping down your thighs, dirtying his expensive sheet. Your muscles burned, your neck showed the red marks from his fingers that would soon turn purple, and the usual feeling of emptiness began to settle in as the adrenaline wore off.
Even a little bruised and used, you wiped away a silly tear that escaped the corner of your eye and stared at the half-open bathroom door, waiting patiently for him to come out so you could beg for just one more minute of attention.
