request: reader is playing golf with rafe, topper and kelce. topper suggests what they should do next, to which rafe responds in a snarky way, but when reader suggests the same thing, he thinks it is a great idea and wants to do it right away.
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warning: mention of food
it was supposed to be a boys' hangout only, like very other sunday. rafe had been planning to go golfing with topper and kelce for a few days now and he insisted that you came with him.
"it will be fun, baby." he persuaded you, passing his calloused fingers on your bare legs.
and that was the reason why you were sitting on the white sofa sipping on your drink, all dolled up just how rafe liked it.
you gave up on playing with the guys after a few failed attempts, even though rafe insisted that it was normal to miss a few hits on the first try.
you were fine with it, you liked sitting there and gaze not so discreetly at rafe swinging his golf club.
when rafe turned around he caught you soundly asleep, face deep in his sweater, that he previously wrapped around your trembling shoulders.
"can we get something to eat, i'm fucking starving." topper complained, to which rafe rolled his eyes.
"shut your loud ass mouth." he gave him a pointed glare before walking towards you.
"hey, baby." his irritated tone was replaced with a much softer one "wake up, we gotta go."
you blinked your eyes open when you heard rafe's deep voice and wrapped your arms around his neck, wanting to be carried.
when you felt his arms lifting you up gently, you let out a satisfied hum.
"you're disgusting." kelce said but you could see it in his eyes that he didn't mean one word, unlike topper that didn't even try to hide his repugnance, earning a light punch from rafe.
"what do you want to eat, sweetheart?" rafe murmured against your temple, his firm arms making sure you didn't fall.
"i'm craving pizza from ben's." topper replied instead, massaging his stomach.
"screw you and your disgusting pizza from ben." rafe retorted, not sparing him a single look.
you glanced up and gave him a sheepish smile, one that didn't go unnoticed by rafe.
"what's the matter, sweet girl?" he raised an eyebrow and prompted you to speak up.
"uhm," you started, trying to find the right words "i was also thinking that we should get some pizza. maybe, if you want." you quickly added.
and who was rafe to deny his best girl what she wanted.
"i think that's an amazing idea, baby. let's get some pizza and feed your tummy." he said, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss.
"what the fuck," topper complained, completely astonished "i proposed it first!"
rafe walked away, pretending not to hear his best friend's protests.
"can we get ice cream later?" you fiddled with rafe's shirt, giving him pleading eyes to which he had never said no.
"of course, sweetheart. whatever my baby wants." he said in response, while he helped you buckle your seatbelt.
"what?" you heard topper's loud screech from outside the car "you have never gotten me ice cream! we've known each other for our whole life."
before topper could keep rumbling on how unfair it was, rafe pressed the engine and drove away, unconcerned about his friends yelling his name.
"so baby," he placed one hand on your knee, eyes fixed on the road "what pizza do you want to eat?"
If your taking requests could you write buzzcut Rafe cameron x reader
Rafe being wiped for reader + reader being his passenger princess
No one is allowed to drive or sit in the front except her. If his going to a party with his friends they need to sit in the back because the front seat is her's
And if he is ever looking for a new car she needs to go with him so she can pick the one she likes couse it's "there" car and his girl needs to love it otherwise it's returned before you can blink
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I absolutely love this idea! I hope I haven't completely butchered it x
Passenger Princess
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings - Fluff, small moment of pain.
As requested above
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Ever since your first date, Rafe didn't let anyone in the front seat. He would happily feel like chauffeur if it meant that the front passager seat was always yours.
"In the back, man," Rafe told Topper as he opened the passenger door.
"Wh. What?" Topper frowned, looking into the car and finding Kelce already sat in the back, who shook his head.
"Get in the back." Rafe looked at him like he was stupid.
"You can't be serious. It's just us three"
"It's my girl's seat"
"She's not even here," Topper protested and looked to Kelce for help.
"I tried, my dude. Just go with the crazy, "Â Kelce shrugged.
"She will be later, and I don't want you musty ass on it." Rafe was deathly serious as Topper stared at him, like he'd grown two heads. "Get in the back or find another way,"
Rafe had offered them a lift to the main land as he was going to pick you up from a night out.
"Jesus, girl got you pussy whipped" Topper grumbled as he climbed into the back.
"How's that whiplash from Sarah feeling?" Rafe immediately shot back with a smirk as he glanced back in the rear view mirror.
âââââ
The front seat of his car was truly yours. The glove box held your favourite hand cream and lip gloss, along with a few snacks. Which you happily munched on after Rafe picked you and Sarah up from the club.
You had been on the main land, celebrating a friends birthday. You had texted him that you were done way before the night was planned to be over. The crowded club, the music, and the lights all too much without him there. Even when Rafe arrived with Topper and Kelce, you just wanted to go home and what his girl wanted, she got.
"You good, baby?" He asked, glancing over at you as you had made yourself comfortable.
You nodded as you sat curled up his jacket while his hand rested in your thigh, his thumb gently stroking your exposed skin.
As Sarah slept in the back, you gently ran your nails on the up the back of his neck, lovely that his buzzcut gave you better access to his scalp. Your nails made him hum and smile.
"Thank you for getting us, handsome," you said softly and kissed his cheek as you leaned over the centre console.
"Of course, I would come get you, baby." He took your hand and kissed your knuckles as he watched the road.
âââââ
"Rafe, why are we at a car showroom?" You asked, as you sipped on an ice latte he brought you on the way.
He just smiled at you as he pulled into the parking lot. Every expensive make of car you could think of was there, all brand new and ready for Rafe to buy.
"Honestly, baby. Why are we here?" You asked, getting out of the car as he held the door open for you.
You felt very undressed in your crop top and shorts, while Rafe looked perfectly in place with his checkered shirt, chinos, and designer shades over his eyes.
"We are getting a new car, baby girl." He smirked and wrapped an arm over your shoulders as he walked you towards the showroom doors.
"Good afternoon, Mr Cameron. It's a pleasure to see you again. How may I help you?" A middle-aged man, in a perfectly ironed suit and tie, greeted Rafe.
"Help my girl with whatever she wants." Rafe politely shook his hand before resting his hand on your lower back.
The salesman was a little taken aback but quickly recovered and nodded before happily showing you to any car you liked the look of.
âââââ
You loved Rafe's new car. It had all sorts of amazing controls that you happily played with every time you were in the car.
You loved the led lights on the floor and the way the speakers sounded. The heated seats and air vents were set just right for your comfort. It was so perfect that for the first week, you asked Rafe to go for a drive almost every day.
On a very hot day, you found a fault with it, but you didn't want to tell Rafe. You desperately tried not to wince every time you moved.
"What's wrong, baby?" Rafe asked, noticing how tense you were. You hadn't moved to play with the studio or grab your drink for a little while.
"Nothing." You smiled at him and played with his hand that had been in its normal place on your thigh.
Rafe looked you up and down before humming. Once it was safe to pull over, he did, turning off the engine and facing you.
"Something is wrong. What is it?" His tone was gentle but demanding.
You sighed, looking down at his hands. "You know. You know, I absolutely love this car, right?"
He nodded and gave you an encouraging look to continue, "But? I feel like there's a but there"
"But." You sighed. "The leather seats aren't the most comfortable with shorts on"
Most comfortable was an understatement, with the leather having been in the sun and you in shorts. It felt like the back of your thighs were on fire.
Rafe frowned before getting out and coming around to your door "Get up, baby"
You shook your head, scared you would leave a layer of skin behind.
"Babygirl, I can't fix the problem if you don't get up," He said softly.
Moving off the seat was just as painful as you imagined. You winced in pain as you took Rafe's hand before looking to see the damage. Surprisingly, the seat was clear of skin, but damn, did you thighs burn.
"Jesus, baby," Rafe squatted down and gently touched your sore skin.
When you whimpered, he placed a gentle kiss on both before standing up. "Stay there"
He quickly opened the boot and grabbed the hoodie he always kept in the car for you. He placed it on the seat, making sure every bit of leather was covered before letting you back in the car.
Your plans for that afternoon changed there and then. Rafe drove right back to the showroom and demanded fabric seats in any pattern and colour of your choosing.
a/n : repost from my main, @/withbeautyandrage. just made this sideblog for all things obx! this is my first pic in literal years but i hope you guys enjoy <3 requests are open
notes : rafe cameron x f!reader, established relatioship, fluff, drinking. no spoilers for obx3
word count : 1.1k
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you were totally buzzed.
two drinks too much and walking become much more challenging; legs tangling together as you try to make it to a quieter corner of the party. you shuffle for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, letting out a relieved sigh when you find it in its righteous spot.
thank god for face-id. youâre too drunk to remember the stupid passcode youâd changed it to the other day. blinking at the absurdly bright screen in rapid succession, you find rafeâs contact in your pinned numbers and dial.
you smile to yourself at the sight of his profile picture. itâs of him at mid-sommars this past june, your flower crown unevenly adorned on top of the luscious golden locks which you love.
it only takes half a ring for rafe to pick up, âhello?â
ârafeee!â you drunkenly slur his name, bringing the phone up your ear.
the familiar sound of his chuckle flows through you and sends chills down your spine. Itâs crazy how only a word from him has such a great effect on you. âhey, y/n.â
âhi rafe.â
 âhi. you need me to pick you up?â he asks, and you hear some shuffling at the other end of the line.
âmhmm. please.â
âiâll be there in ten. go easy on the drinks now, alright?â
âyup. see ya.â you hang up the phone before heâs able to say anything else, slipping it back into your pocket just as your friend comes out from the kitchen with an unopened bottle of tequila.
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safe to say you didnât listen to his advice.
he can hear your intoxicated giggles as he enters the house, and heâs unable to suppress a grin while he walks over towards you. thereâs just something about how unbothered you look in this moment-with your previously slicked ponytail now loose and your picturesque smile on display as you chatter away with some girl you just met- newly filled solo cup in hand.
heâs absolutely going to pester you about this in the morning when youâre hungover in his arms. he can already imagine the blood rushing to your face and painting your cheeks pink as you try to hide your fucking adorable flustered face in his sheets.
gently, he approaches you, reaching for your drink. you flinch, and he expects your expression to fade into relief once you realize itâs himâŚ
âŚbut instead you look back at him with absolute horror.
âthe fuck were you trying to do with my cup there, asshole.â
he raises his hands in surrender, ânothing, babe. itâs me, rafe?â he makes to place a hand on your bicep, but you recoil from his advance.
âiâm not your âbabeâ, you fuckinâ weirdo.â
what the hell is up with her? what did i do?
ây/nâŚâ rafe starts again, trying to grasp at your shoulder before you turn back to your previous conversation. he only makes it about an inch into your personal bubble before you shrug away once again, letting out a loud exclamation in protest.
âhey, fuck off!â your eyes glare daggers into his egyptian blue irises. âmy boyfriend should be here any minute and he would not be happy to find some fake trying to get with his girl. â
okayâŚgetting a sense for the situation, rafe realizes itâs gonna be some battle trying to get you out of this party. he knows well enough how insufferably stubborn you are when youâre sober, and he knows it only gets worse when youâre intoxicated. heâs fucked.
âiâd recommend taking ten steps away before he throws you ten feet into the pool.â
he listens to your threat, taking a couple strides back. âitâs me. the big scary boyfriend. me, rafe cameron?âHe gestures to himself with his hands.
you snort, âmy boyfriend would never get a buzz cut.â
he winces, fuck. if he was screwed before, he is now. of course the hairâs the reason you donât recognize him.
âit was a bet, remember? i cut it off the other night for three thousand from my uncle.â
your pretty eyes focus and unfocus on his face. and then you scoff.
âyou really think I wouldnât be able to tell my boyfriendâŚâ you pause to hiccup, then place your hands on either of your hips â..apart from a stranger?â
god, she canât be fucking serious right now.
you continue, ârafe knows i love his long hair too much for him to cut it off.â
âhmm⌠but you were the one who told me i should go for it and use the money to buy you something from tiffanyâs.â
youâre starting to remember, he thinks. by the way your glare softens, how your gaze flickers between his eyes and his buzzed hair.
rafe realizes what heâs got to do. he takes a wide step forward, wrapping a strong arm around you even as you squirm away from his grip.
âhow dense are you? i told you i have a-â your protest gets cut off by his lips swooping onto your own. like natural instinct, your body gives into the affection before your mind does.
he kisses you the way he knows you love it. soft. slow. sedating. your eyes flutter close once it clicks in your conscience that itâs him, and you sigh against his mouth. lifting yourself onto the edge of your heels, you deepen the kiss and feel his lips curl into a smile on top of yours.
you pout as rafe pulls away, âsee?â he leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth, âjust me, baby.â with your senses awakened, youâre finally able to appreciate his sun-kissed face; the familiar curve of his eyes, the sharp edge of his cheekbones.
â kânew it was you.â you giggle, pressing your lips on his once more before easing away, letting your head fall against his shoulder. you breathe in the comforting scent of his clothes, âjust had to make sure, ya know?â
it takes every ounce of self control from rafe to not start laughing at you, but he knows heâll get his chance in the morning. he takes the muffled yawn that escapes you as a cue to circle his arm around your waist and lead you out to the car.
once you make it  to the driveway, he detaches his hand from the small of your back and your body immediately misses his touch. you stop him just as he goes to open up the passenger seat for you, hands reaching up to the back of his neck.
âwhatâs wrong?â he questions, grazing his calloused digits over your wrists. his buzzed hair feels nice against your skin, your fingertips drawing patterns over the stubble of hair beginning to grow back on his scalp.
âwanna hear a secret?â
rafe places a kiss on the edge of your jaw, âof course.â the feathery feeling causes a drunken laugh bubble from your diaphragm. you press closer, slanting forward to purr in his ear,
They grew up together and as kids Rafe got reader a necklace and she still wears it to this day but Rafe doesnât notice until sheâs all dressed up for midsummer
(This is really random but I thought it was cute lol)
Ur writing is amazing btw! đŤśđť
perfect pick
a/n : thanks sm!!! i appreciate the compliment :)) i didnât completely answer the prompt but i might do a part 2 in a couple of days :))
notes : rafe cameron x reader, au to some extent featuring rafes mom before she disappeared.
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rafe could care less about your tenth birthday. in fact, the only reason he even knew it was coming up was because it was all you and sarah could ever talk about lately; what the theme would be, what kind of cake would be the best to eat, who should and should not be invited.
rafe cameron does not care about your birthday- which is why when his mom forced him to come along with her to pick out a present for you, all he wanted to do was jump out of the car and run away.
âbut sheâs not even my friend.â he whined as they entered the mall, keeping the door open for his mom to go in with wheezies stroller.
âno buts. sheâs family, rafe.â
he groans, his steps heavy against the large and perfectly square porcelain tiles of tiffanyâs.
âjust because sheâs your best friends daughter doesnât mean i have to get her a present.â
his mom shushes him as they approach the jewelry counter, placing a hand on his shoulder before smiling at the associate.
the associate is too enthusiastic to be genuine at this time of day. rafe rolls his eyes at her sickly sweet tone while she asks what theyâre looking for. he feels a nudge at his side and his face twitches with annoyance.
âa necklace.â he says under his breath, planning on choosing the first one the associate suggests.
she leads them to the left side of the store, hand gesturing to an array of really expensive necklaces for them to choose from.
âiâll be right where you found me if you need any help with specifics.â she smiles before abandoning them.
rafe turns to look at his mom, who holds wheezie on her hip. âso?â he shrugs.
âhm?â
he shoves his hands into the pockets of his shorts, âwhat one do you want?â
his mother laughs, adjusting wheezie on her hip and grabbing her hand, stopping her from dirtying the display with her chubby fingers. âi donât want any of these. which one does y/n want?â
the question makes him think for a second. he doesnât know what you would like. he flips through his memories for some sort of indication, but really he should just point to a random piece and call it a day.
red. he thinks, he remembers you saying your favorite color is red- on multiple occasions.
it was red like ladybugs 4 years ago. then red like pretty roses. red like red pandas a couple years before. red like taylor swifts iconic lipstick now.
he shakes his head, then points to a silver chain with a little red charm in it. âthat.â he shrugs and then turns on his heel, before his mom can question if its the best choice.
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he fidgets with the black ribbon wrapped neatly on top of the gift box theyd put the necklace in, eyes tracing over the bolder lettering over and over again as they walked back to the parking lot. he avoids making eye contact with his mom, like for some reason itâd trigger her to go on another rant about how he should act gentlemanly when he gives her the present or at least act like he cares.
they make it to the car without any conversation, save for some half-coherent blabber here and there from wheezie. he slips into the passenger seat while his mom buckles in wheeze into her carseat, the box still in his hands.
halfway through the car ride, the silence between them is broken. âi know you donât like to talk about your feelings rafe, but you donât do a great job at hiding your facial expressions.â
âmom,â he groans, leaning the back of his head deep into the leather seat of her escalade.
âi can tell you have a soft spot for her.â she continues, pressing on the brakes as they approach a red light.
âi donât.â rafe grumbles, fingernail digging into the box and leaving a mark.
âdeny all you want, but i saw the way you looked thinking about her. itâll catch up to you one day.â
he finally brings his gaze to her, his blue eyes meeting her mirroring irises with a glint of curiosity over what her words mean. he makes to open his mouth, to ask what she means by the look. to ask whatâs going to catch up to him. but then reminds himself it doesnât matter and stops himself.
he doesnât have anything to catch up to him, because he doesnât have any sort of feelings for y/n.
thereâs no way he feels something towards you- could he?
he shakes his head, putting the box to his side and out of his lap and flickering his eyes to his window. why is he letting his mom get into his head?
he doesnât care about you. doesnât care about hee stupid birthday, or even care much about the stupid present he chose for you.
âââââ-
your tenth birthday party is excatly how you wanted it to be. itâs perfectly decorated, with red streamers hung all over the downstairs of your house and taylor swift themed snacks and games. you were having the time of your life, drunk off shirley temples in fancy alcholol flutes.
you notice a stain on your birthday sash and you pout. quickly excusing yourself to drop off the sash in your room, you rush out of your back patio and into the house, making your way towards the stairs when you bump into someoneâs solid chest.
hereâs one thing to note; regardless of what everyone says, you do not like rafe cameron. âoh, rafe.â you say, taking a small step back-you can feel your cheeks burn under his gaze.
okay fine, the previous statement was a lie. but not completely, it was only a small crush. tiny. as big as the sprinkles on your birthday cake.
âhere.â he shoves a small gift bag into your hands and then hastily walks away before you can ask what it is.
the interaction leaves you somewhat disoriented but also flustered, skin pink and pulse fast.
on your past birthdays, you always get one present from sarah and one from her parents. and thatâs what you think it is, a present from sarahâs family.
you bring the bag up with you into you room and pull the sash off your body, throwing it into a random corner of your room.
you know itâs bad etiquette to open presents before itâs time, but for some reason youâre too drawn to the gift bag to wait. you peak your head out your bedroom door and find that the coast is clear, and open the bag, pulling out a small teal box with a black ribbon wrapped around it. you shake it close to your ear, guessing itâs some sort of jewelry and grin to yourself when you realize youâre right
you open the box and find the most perfect necklace ever. itâs silver, with a small red heart attached to its chain with your initial engraved onto it.
youâll have to thank mrs and mr cameron for the gift. it might be even better than the one sarah got you.
you hear your mom call for you from the bottom of the stairs and you quickly shove the box into the top drawer of your dresser, leaving the bag on top of your bed before hurrying back downstairs to rejoin the party.
ââ-
youâre confused when mrs cameron hands you another gift bag when itâs time to open presents.
âanother one?â you ask with your brow furrowed, though you arenât complaining.
âfrom me, ward and wheeze.â she hands it to you with a warm smile and a quick wink.
thatâs when it clicks that the present wasnât from who you thought it.
you slip away from the party and rush back up to your room, grabbing the original bag and digging inside for a card or an indication form who it could be from.
thereâs a note stuck to the bottom of the bag, made of ripped loose leaf and written with a dull pencil.
âhappy birthdayâ it says, with no signature. but you donât need one to know who itâs from.
suddenly, your heart starts hammering and your face starts to swell with a smile.
you canât believe it- rafes the one who got you the necklace, and somehow he managed to make it perfect.
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authors note part 2 : i want to say this is extremely UNEDITED so i apologize for any errors and incoherences etc ! thereâs a 90% chance iâm gonna take this down and repost this with edits lol.
summary: in which y/n decides to leave her boyfriend alone for just a few minutes, and it results in nothing but chaos.
warnings: psychical fighting, an angry but HOT jj, bestfriend!sarah, cussing, mentions of sex, fem reader, let me know if i missed anything!
authors note: jj is so boyfriend for this. youâre welcome
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âDude,â JJ laughed, an arm tight around y/nâs waist as he laughed at something pope said, âyouâre so full of shit!â
âNo, iâm not! What makes you think I canât do a backflip?â Pope argued back as he rested his forearms on his knees.
âUh, you were on the math team?!â The blondie laughed in the other boys face, getting distracted when he felt his girlfriend move away from his arm.
He was always like this at parties, always keeping an arm around her or a hand holding hers.
It wasnât that he didnât trust her when she wasnât around him, of course he trusted her- more than heâs ever trusted anyone before.
He just knew that there were weird people out there, perverted people. And he didnât want his honey to become a victim to their perverted ways.
âHey, babe, where you going?â JJ quickly asked y/n before she could get too far. âOh! I was gonna go hang out with sarah, she texted me and told me to meet her in the bathroom. Is that okay?â She smiled up at him with her sweet eyes, wrapping one of her hands around his.
JJ returned the sweet smile, âof course, baby.â
He leaned in to give her a lingering goodbye kiss, y/n humming lightly into it when she could taste the beer on his lips.
She giggled as she pulled away, âon second thought , maybe i shouldnât leave you alone. Youâve obviously had too much to drinkâŚâ
JJ immediately scoffed, âPft, Iâm fine. Go have fun, pretty girl.â
Y/n grinned and gave him one last peck on his red lips, before walking towards where she knew sarah would be.
JJ smiled as he watched her go, just admiring his little angel. He still couldnât believe she let him start dating her.
In his mind, y/n was đŻđ˛đđźđťđą out of his league.
She was too pretty, too smart. He was sure she would be valedictorian by the end of the school year- she was the most intelligent person heâd ever met, outdoing pope by miles.
Itâs not like JJ was an insecure person, he was definitely over confident. Before he fell for y/n, people described him as a player, being able to kill with his looks.
He just knew a good thing when he got it, and y/n was one of those things.
His state of admiration was cut short when he heard a whistle from behind him, one that he hoped wasnât towards his girlfriend.
âDamn, look at that ass!â
JJâs face became red with rage, steam practically coming out of his ears as he turned around.
âOh, shit.â Pope mumbled, preparing to call y/n back as he knew a fight was about to happen.
Typical party with JJ.
JJ grabbed the ignorant kook by the collar of his shirt, gripping it tight, âWhat the fuck did you just say about my girlfriend?!â
âChill, man, i was just saying, itâs a nice-â
He didnât even get to finish his crude sentence before JJ clocked him right in the face.
Meanwhile, y/n stood in the bathroom doing sarahâs hair, still oblivious to the perverted comment that was previously made towards her.
âHey, do you hear that? Sounds like a fightâŚâ sarah spoke as she heard commotion from the other side of the door, making y/n pause her movements.
Oh, fuck.
âGoddamn it, J,â y/n mumbled before heading out already knowing the fight would somehow involve her drunk boyfriend.
And she was right, immediately seeing her boyfriend getting separated from some random kook as he spit out blood from his mouth.
For a mere second, as John B and pope held him back, he caught her eye and smiled at her; making her weak in the knees, despite the fact she was mad at his aggressive mannerisms.
â2 minutes,â y/n spoke sternly as she wiped off blood from JJâs chin with a makeup wipe, âI left you alone for 2 minutes, JJ!â
JJ probably shouldnât admit this, but man, did it turn him on to see his girlfriend get all feisty on him like this.
âLook, baby, Iâm sorry, okay?â JJ sighed, âBut i donât regret what i did! He was being a total jackass.â
âI donât care what he did, JJ, violence isnât-â
âHe talked about you! In aâŚweird way. Like, about your body.â
âOh.â Y/nâs eyes softened as she bit her lip, âyou got into a fight over me?â
JJ scoffed, âDamn right, and Iâll do it again!â
Now, y/n probably shouldnât admit đđľđśđ, but knowing her boyfriend gave someone a bloody nose for her, was definitely turning her on.
She didnât need to admit it, though, instead she just kissed him, making him wrap his arms around her waist.
request: Love your work! Could you please make a jj x reader please where sheâs on her period, well she doesnât know and she leaks on jjâs bed and is so embarrassed that sheâs wake him up crying but he reassures her telling her itâs okay and rubs her stomach and helps her xx
a/n: was i waiting to get my period to write this? maybe⌠i kinda got carried away with the plot oops, hope you like it!
warnings: reader gets her period, mentions of period blood, reader is insecure, toxic ex
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sleeping in your boyfriendâs bed will always be your favorite thing in the world. the bedsheets smell like him and it doesnât matter the position you two find yourselves in, he has to have an arm wrapped around you, as if heâs reminding himself that youâre here with him, safe and sound.
youâre currently lying on your back as jjâs arm is loosely thrown over your torso, his head is resting on the pillow next to yours while he sleeps peacefully on his stomach. although the moment seems calm, you get awoken by a sharp pain in the pit of your stomach. when you open your eyes, you realize that the cramps are getting worse, making you shift a little from the discomfort.
âdid i eat something bad last night?â you ask yourself as the pain doesnât stop. then, it hits you like a thousand bricks on the head: shark week.
thatâs what your idiot of a boyfriend calls it. you roll your eyes and groan softly at the realization. your hand wraps gently around jjâs wrist and moves his arm away from you, so that you can get up and see whatâs going on, but when you slightly shift, you see a dark red stain on the bedsheet.
shit. shit, shit, shit.
no way you just ruined your boyfriendâs white sheets. âthis is so fucking embarrassingâ you think to yourself as your eyes begin to fill with tears. maybe itâs the hormones, or the pain in your stomach and lower back that wonât stop, or maybe itâs the fact that youâre so scared heâll find you disgusting, but you start to actually cry at the sight of your blood on the soft cotton.
you canât even change them without him noticing since heâs sleeping soundly on that same bed, and that makes you cry even harder, perhaps sniffling a little too loudly as a hiccup escapes from your lips. jjâs sleep is interrupted by the sound of your crying, a frown etches across his features as he looks at his weeping girlfriend.
he suddenly puts his weight on one elbow and reaches for her hand, âhey, baby. whatâs going on?â
âi - iâm sorry, j. i d-dinât mean t-to,â her sobs interrupt her sentence and although he understood every word, heâs still confused.
âwhat are you talking about, baby? câmere,â he tries to get closer to her but the look of horror on her face stops him, âalright, tell me whatâs going on, youâre scaring me.â
she takes a deep breath and stares at the blood stain, âi got blood on your sheets.â
to say his eyes widen at her words is an understatement, âwhat? are you hurt? why are you bleeding? what happen-â
âi got my period.â
jj sighs with relief immediately and his body relaxes, âyou scared the hell out of me, baby. you got everything you need in the bathroom, right?â
you look at him dumbfounded. of course you have everything, he insisted on you bringing all the things you need to his apartment because you stay there more than you stay at your own house, and he loves the fact that you feel so at home with him that his bathroom basically looks like yours at this point.
but thatâs not the point, right?
âj, i just told you i ruined your sheets,â you say pointing to the stain.
he shrugs, âso? theyâre sheets, baby. i donât care. câmon, you go to the bathroom, iâll change the bed and then we can go back to sleep, okay?â
he sits on his knees and leans to where youâre still sitting, confused and completely in awe for this man, then he kisses your forehead, before he gets off the bed and starts rummaging through a drawer.
once youâve changed, you go back to his room only to find your favorite snacks on your bedside table and a fuzzy blanket on the bed. jj is lying with his back on the mattress and an arm behind his head when he hears you enter the room.
âcâmere, baby,â he whispers into the dark room, signaling for you to sit next to him.
you go to lie a little bit further from him but he only drags your body in order to lay you on his as you let out a squeal from the sudden movement. your head rests on his chest while his arms are tightly wrapped around you.
âthatâs it. why arenât you disgusted by the blood and everything?â you ask him, lifting your head to look at him.
he cocks an eyebrow in confusion, âwould you want me to be disgusted? baby, itâs just blood. why are you acting so weird about this?â
you lay your head back on his chest but he stops you, ânuh-uh. câmon, whatâs wrong?â
âitâs just - my exes used to be repulsed. once, a guy yelled at me because i accidentally bleeded through my shorts and it stained his sheets. i mean, it wasnât my fault my period decided to say hi a week earlierâŚstill. i was scared of your reaction, and itâs not because of anything youâve done, really.â
you avoid his eyes, embarrassed by your confession, but he takes your chin in his hand, âhey, look at me. iâd never get mad at you for something like that. it wasnât your fault. god, if a guy canât deal with that, heâs a jerk and an idiot. theyâre accidents, it happens and itâs okay.â
you peck his lips and nuzzle your head in his neck, âthank you, j.â
ânothing to thank me for,â he kisses your head and gently smoothes your hair out of your face, âdo you feel pain anywhere?â
you shrug, âi guess my lower back, why?â
he doesnât answer your question and simply lets his warm hand travel down exactly where your cramps are killing you and slips it under your shirt, slowly massaging the spot. you hum happily in his neck and he chuckles lightly.
Ok but like I could see JJ absolutely humiliating the reader while fucking her
are you in my head bc i've been thinking the same thing: i know jj is a softie but what if 𫣠we take a drive down the heartbreaker road ??
mean!JJ: He's the kook's number one enemy, the local troublemaker, and always up to something with his progue friends. You know all about his mischief-streak, and truthfully, you're scared of him since he pulled that gun on Topper. He's the kind of guy your friends warn you about, but you don't have any friends apart from Rafe, Topper and Kelce. They're the same group you've clung to since childhood, and now you proudly wear the kook princess crown.
You're so happy in your carefree bubble, following them around like a little pet. Everyone knows you're strictly off limits because the kook prince has a thing for you. No one would dare to test him or even think about you in a certain way... well, everyone but JJ.
"Oh, look at that, your boyfriend is calling you." He snorts, glaring at Rafe's contact photo glowing on the screen, "he's gonna have to wait."
You pull off with a lewd pop, saliva coating your lips and smeared down your chin, "he's notâhe's not my boyfriend."
"That's not what everyone else thinks, and that's not what he's going around and saying either."
That catches you off guard, and your heart swells with hope as if you weren't on your knees blowing his enemy, "Rafe likes me?"
Oh, you were dumber than he thought.
"He's not gonna want you after this." JJ slips his ringed-fingers into your open mouth, prying your lips apart and spitting. The heavy dollop lands on your tongue and slides to the back of your throat. "You think he'll kiss you after sucking my cock? You think he'll even look at you knowing you fucked a dirty pogue?"
He sees the glee on your face transform to regret, your features melting into a sorrowful mess. If the music weren't so loud downstairs, he would surely hear your heart breaking.
With one hand, he jerks his length inches away from your face. His fist slides up the slick skin and he steps closer, effectively trapping you against the bathroom door.
"What's with the waterworks, baby?" He'd be lying if he said your tears didn't make him rock hard. It was your fault for being so pretty when you cry, how could he resist you when you look that good?
"I-I've liked Rafe for so long... I didn't know he liked me back." And now look at you. JJ was right, Rafe wouldn't speak to you ever again if he found out.
"What do you know, hm?" The blond chuckles, meanly slapping your cheeks with the tip of his cock. The messy trails of pre cum are only a mockery of your tears.
"JJ, waitâ" You try to turn away, but his foot slides between your thighs, the worn leather of his boot pressing up against your wet panties.
"Do you think they keep you around for your brains? Oh, sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you've got none."
There it is again, the delicate pout on your lips and that expression of pure despair. He wishes he could take a picture, and forever memorialize your misery. Maybe even send it to Rafe for his own sick entertainment.
JJ shifts his foot, grinding along your clothed core and rubbing your swollen clit. The cry you let out is not only from sadness but also pleasure.
Your mouth falls open in a moan and he takes the opportunity to slip back in, the bulbous head hits the back of your throat and slides deep. Your eyes shoot open and you quickly brace your hands on his hips, but it's no use. He pushes forward until his full sack hits your chin and groans loudly when your throat tightens.
"Atta girl, who knew the kook princess was a cockslut?" His tone drops and his hips build a pace, it's slow but thorough.
He's so thick, your lips burn at the corners as you struggle to take him from tip to base, again and again. Sloppy noises fill the bathroom, your choked moans silenced by the fat head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth with every thrust.
"You wanna knowâfuck, something else, baby?" JJ grunts through clenched teeth with his palms on either side of your head, his thumbs digging into the tear-and-spit-covered flesh of your cheeks, "he likes you, but that ain't gonna stop him from fucking someone else tonight. So you should stop the weeping and do the same."
Summary: being needy for JJ while he plays video games with Pope and John B.
Warnings: implied smut, cockwarming, mild dirty talk, implied/mentions of dom!jj and sub!reader at the end
Word Count: 703 words
This is my first OBX/JJ fic. Let me know if y'all want more for the show or this character, requests are open!!! Send them in, pls. Enjoy!!
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âDude! Get the fucking zombie. Donât let it kill you! POPE! Thatâs it. Iâm not reviving you.â You hear JJ, from the living room, scream into his mic on his headset as he jams the buttons on his controller. Rubbing the towel over your legs, you finish drying your body off and grab your underwear from the bed when an idea arises. With a smirk, you drop the material back into your underwear drawer before grabbing JJâs shirt and draping it over your torso, then walk past his spot on the couch, making your way to the kitchen. The fabric meets near your mid-thigh, barely covering your bottom as you reach for the cup from the top shelf.Â
âGuys! Iâve got this generator. Protect the others!â JJ demands, focused solely on the game before him, not noticing you moving about the kitchen. Filling your glass, you walk over to JJ and sit down the glass of sweet tea on the coaster before him. The sound of the glass finally gathers Jâs attention as his gaze turns to you, a sweet smile painted on his face when he notices his shirt.
âYou always wear them better than me.â He says, covering his mic before he gestures for you to come to him. Leaning down, you capture his lips when you feel his hands slide past your hips to grip your ass before smacking your skin. Feeling your naked skin leads his hands to wander lower as you let his tongue invades your lips. A growl erupts from the blonde under you as he grabs your thighs and pulls you to straddle him.Â
âNo panties? My needy girl.â He whispers against your lips as he adjusts himself, so his growing bulge rubs against your core, earning a moan from you before his hand snakes up your chest and then grip your neck, making you grind against him harder, only the thin fabric of his boxers between the two of you. As JJ leans back and starts pulling down his boxers, Pope screams through the mic reminding JJ of the game. Neither of you realized his controller had fallen to the carpet when you straddled him, causing his character in the game to no longer to protect what he was supposed to.Â
âJJ Maybank! Protect the damn generator!â Pope's yells are muffled but clear as you smirk at your boyfriend, who gives you a knowing look. With a nod, he removed his boxers before you gave him his controller and let him wrap his arms around your waist as he lowered you onto his cock. Biting your lip, you close your eyes as you try to focus on the feeling of him stretching you, then lay your head on JJâs shoulder, peppering kisses along his jawline.
âDamn, youâre so perfect. You take me so well, baby.â JJ groans as you shift to wrap your legs around his waist, driving him deeper and making you bury your face in his neck. JJ allows you time to adjust before pulling the mic back to his face.
âShit, Iâm sorry, guys. I spilled my drink and had to get a towel. My bad, man.â JJ attempts to convince them.
âYeah. Sure. I bet you were making out with Y/N.â You could practically hear John Bâs smirk through the microphone. JJ laughs, causing his hips to move, making an unexpeave your lips.
âOh, my god! Are they fucking right now? What the fuck?â Pope' had to move the left side of his headphone, making you able to hear them better as well.Â
âWhat? No! Never.â JJâs holding you to him as he giggles uncontrollably.
âIâm done. You all are gross.â John B and Pope say in unison, making you and JJ laugh harder. Once both of your friends leave the game, JJ turns off the console before tossing the controller to the other side of the couch.Â
âYou ready, pretty girl?â JJâs full attention is now on you, making you bashful as you feel yourself start to submit to him as his lustful eyes look over your body before stopping on your lips, his tongue wetting his own.Â
Rafe and reader arguing and she flashes him to end the argument and win it
iâve won many an argument doing this so đ *mdni!*
the door of the cameron house slams and you flinch, your eyes widening as you turn to the sound of the footsteps rapidly approaching. rafe barrels into the kitchen looking, for lack of a better word, mad
âoh boyâ you mutter to yourself before slapping a sickly sweet smile on your face, âhi baby, howâre you?â
rafe raises an eyebrow at you. the breakfast bar counter separates the two of you, âdonât baby me right nowâ he snaps, crossing his arms over his chest
you know exactly what you did but just in case heâs mad over something else, you donât admit to anything. âwhy?â you ask with a slight pout and a tilt of your head
your boyfriend rubs a hand over his face and sighs deeply, âso i was at the country club,â he starts and you hum, âheard some talk about things youâd saidâ
he knows. you mentally curse, rapidly trying to come up with something to get you out of trouble but nothing springs into action fast enough for you
âdo you have any idea what trouble youâll start if you start saying that shit?â rafe hisses at you, his hands planting onto the counter as he leans towards you
stupidly, youâd got a little drunk and gone on a rather long, rambling, tangent about how fucked the island system is. the way the pogueâs have no electricity or running water sometimes and the kookâs never have any issues
you frown, âbut itâs true! kie was telling me ho-â
âi donât care what kie said! iâm talking about you and what you saidâ rafe cuts you off, raising his voice over yours, âitâs the fucking country club, full of kooksâ he points out
a sigh tumbles past your lips and your hand swipes through your hair, âso i can talk about it, just not at the country club?â you shoot back with an attitude
rafe stares at you, âjust donât talk about it at all for a while, okay?â he huffs, standing back up straight. even with the counter between you, he has to look down at you, his eyes burning into yours
âokay, god, iâm sorryâ you roll your eyes but you realise that was a mistake when he growls, deep in his chest
he turns away from you, pacing up and down in the kitchen, âbut youâre not sorry because you do this all the fucking timeâ he starts to ramble, âyouâre my girlfriend, you live here with me an-â
you drown him out. watching him stop in front of the glass doors that lead out onto the patio. he rubs at his jaw as he continues to talk
âitâs not that deep, rafeâ you mumble and drum your fingers off of the counter, âi wonât talk about itâ
rafe doesnât even acknowledge you talking, his rant continuing, his words louder than yours, âit makes my family look bad, my girlfriend going around talking about how we live and how itâs unfair to pogues, god!â
sighing deeply, you start to slide your fingers under the hem of your crop top, inching it up until youâre exposing your tits. your nipples perk up and you cross your arms underneath your boobs
still rafe doesnât notice, âso stupid, this is how the island works, the kooks and the fucking pogues and it only works that way becau-â
âbecause what?â
he turns, finally. his words dying on his tongue as his eyes immediately draw to your chest. he licks over his bottom lip, watching your hand ghost over the swell of your tit and up to your neck
âbecause what, rafe?â you repeat yourself, challenging him even though you know youâve won. his eyes darken and he moves around the breakfast bar, still leaving enough space between you
puffing his cheeks out, he admits defeat, âdoesnât matterâ he grumbles. lust outweighs his annoyance for your argument ending tactics
you smirk, âdidnât think so,â you hum smugly. he closes the distance between you, hand sliding up your side until his thumb is brushing against your nipple
he bends and uses his free hand to pull your leg up, forcing you to jump, legs wrapping around his waist, âdonât do it again,â he mumbles against your neck, shifting you higher up his body so he can trail his lips down to your tit
âhmm, itâs quite fun winning the argument thoughâ you snicker and push your tongue between your lips, titling your head back slightly.
his hand slaps against the your asscheek, his teeth grazing harshly against your nipple, causing you to cry out, something between a moan and a shout.
âdonât push itâ he warns but you will, because the after argument sex always leaves you bruised and marked and so, so full and youâre too addicted to it
thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! iâll give you a kiss if you do, mwah ily !! send prompts to my ask box!
A/N: Iâve always noticed a lack of Drew Starkey (not Rafe Cameron) fics and Iâve been in love with the man since 2020. Itâs time I take manners into my own hands. I will make more bc the hyperfixation didnât last 3 years for nothing. (Iâll create a separate masterlist)
Summary: Y/n and drew have been dating since the pandemic when they quarantined together along with some other cast mates but havenât publicly confirmed it yet, this is a moment in an interview where their âsecretâ relationship solidified by accident.
âHi guys Iâm Madelyn Clineâ
âHi Iâm Y/nâ
âIâm Madison Baileyâ
âIâm Carlacia Grantâ
âHey Iâm Austin Northâ
âIâm Jonathan Daviss â
âAnd Iâm Drew Starkeyâ
âAnd we are the cast of Outer Banks and these are our favorite snacks!â
Everyone talked about their favorite snacks including you and it was time for Drewâs.
âEveryone, your welcomeâ said Drew as he passed the snacks around.
âAll right as Laci said, these are clutch oâclockâ everybody laughed and he kept talking âthese are- they are OG, I mean I love peanut butter and jelly so much but also nostalgic for me. Public school, the extras aisle-â
âOh yeahâ
â-pay like 50cents for an uncrustable. I would get these maybe once a week, but like when I could. It was incredibleâŚand if you freeze these-â he turned to Carlacia âYou fucking freeze these, itâs like the perfect summer snackâ
âWait-â you interrupted quietly.
âY/n doesnât like them, I donât even know how weâreâŚfriendsâ
All of your friends laughed.
âDonât- be like that.â You laughed looking back at your boyfriend who was looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes of his âIs that why I kept finding them in my freezer for like a month?â
Madelyn beside you chuckled âOh yeah! oh my god you did tell me about thatâ
Drew was looking at you dumbfounded, trying to remember when that happened.
âYou donât remember?â He shook his head and you turned back to the camera âOkay quick story time. It was 2020, we were quarantined in my apartment, it was usâ you motioned between your boyfriend and yourself âMaddie, Chase and Ausie and you were the last one to leave and after that I kept finding these things in my freezer and I remember asking Ausie about it because Iâm like âthat looks like something heâd doâ but it was you!â
âOh yeah, yeah, yeah I remember now, but I came back for âemâ
âYeah that you didâ
âMaybe itâs time you went back to your apartmentâ said Ausie under his breath with a quiet chuckle.
âI think itâs a little late for thatâ whispered back J.D as he enjoyed his uncrustable.
âLike 3 years lateâ added Ausie laughing, both thinking the mic wouldnât catch it.
âWell maybe I did it on purpose so you would like âemâ he suggested with a lazy smirk that melted your heart.
âWe both know that didnât work.â
âFreezing them itâs the best. Itâs sweet and coldâ said Carlacia enthusiastically, also enjoying the snack.
âDamn this is not goodâ Madison opinionated with a disgusted face.
âRight? I would like them if I actually enjoyed peanut butterâ
âShut up!â Drew yelled, seemingly offended by the situation, obviously he wasnât, not really that is.
You all laughed again and you looked back at him to see his extended hand so you could give yours to him like you always did.
âY/n didnât even try itâ pointed out Madelyn.
âDidnât even open itâ added Laci.
âNo im not gonna open one just to not finish it-â
âHereâ said Drew handing you a piece from his uncrustable to try before going on a rant about how great Uncrustables are.
âThanksâ
âJust âcause I actually like you. But Iâm still offendedâ
âIâll make it up to youâ
Carlacia proceeded with the outro âThank you everybody for watching and enjoying our snacks and hereâs a word from all of my friendsâ
And in unison everybody encouraged the showâs fans âWatch Outer Banks Season 3 on Netflix!â
Iâm begging for a part two with the fansâ reactions as they figure it out, and her and Drewâs responses. Maybe even the rest of the castâs responses too?
Summary: JJ offers to help you out when he finds out no one's ever gone down on you before
Word count: 2000
Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), loss of virginity, soft JJ
âHey J, can I ask you something?â You were sitting on the edge of his bed sharing a joint.Â
âYeah Y/N, what is it?â The second you had his full attention, you almost chickened out.Â
âHave you ever gone down on a girl?â You met his gaze and he chuckled. You knew it was a stupid question and you already knew the answer but you had to start the conversation somehow.
âUm yeah. Why do you ask?â Your eyes immediately dodged his and darted towards the floor.Â
âUm no reason.â You started twiddling your thumbs and he could sense your nervousness.Â
âOh come on Y/N, I know thereâs more to it than that.â He pressed you, just like you counted on him to do.Â
âI umâŚjust was curious of how that would feel.â When your eyes met his again, you could tell he was surprised. You could feel your cheeks start to flush as you avoided eye contact again.Â
âNo oneâs ever eaten you out before? Seriously?â His voice sounded irritated, almost like he was mad.Â
âYou know Iâm a virgin JJ.â You said, still avoiding his gaze.Â
âWell yeah but I figured you had some experience Y/N.â He could tell you were feeling embarrassed and he grabbed your hand, making you turn your attention to him. âItâs not a bad thing Y/N, I just didnât know.âÂ
âI mean guys have fingered me before but thatâs about it and it wasnât really that great honestly.â Thereâs that look again.Â
âLet me.â You werenât really surprised at him volunteering. You were kind of counting on it at this point. You knew he liked you. He flirted with you shamelessly even though you guys had been just friends for years. You reciprocated every now and again cause you were attracted to him too. He was the hottest guy on the island hands down but you were still nervous.Â
âYeah?â You smirked up at him.Â
âYeah.â He cupped the side of your face, tilting it upwards so he could lean down and kiss you. You could tell how eager he was by the way he slipped his tongue past your lips and pushed you down flat on the bed, quickly hovering over the top of you. His hands disappeared under the fabric of your tank top and you giggled when he toyed with your belly ring. He smiled at your adorable laugh as he descended down your body. He slid your top up and started leaving gentle kisses all the way down to the hem of your jean shorts. He stopped to look up at you for a second, making sure everything was still okay. You gave him a reassuring nod and you lifted up to help him as he slid the denim down your legs.Â
You heard him mumble a quick âfuckâ to himself at the sight of your red see-through panties. If only he knew you wore them on purpose. He rested in between your thighs and started teasing you by placing sloppy wet kisses on the insides of your sensitive skin. You could feel the excitement and arousal flow through your whole body as your breathing intensified. He had already managed to turn you on more than any other man had with a few subtle touches. He was nearly drooling at the sight of how wet you already were for him through your panties. You wanted him so badly to get on with it already but JJ Maybank was a tease. He was gonna make you squirm before giving you what you really wanted.Â
He leaned down to kiss your clit through the lacy material and smirked at the way your body reacted to him and how heavy you were breathing. He did that again and then flicked his tongue a couple of times over the sensitive bud and you felt like you were going to explode.Â
âJJ.â You begged.Â
âWhatâs wrong princess? Want something?â You never imagined youâd be at his mercy like this but you needed him so bad that you swallowed your pride.Â
âPlease.â You pleaded with him. If it had been anyone else, heâd happily continue his games. But it was you, and he simply couldnât resist your neediness. He hooked his fingers in the hemline of your panties and slid them down slowly and threw them carelessly behind him.Â
âJesus christ Y/N, so pretty baby.â He ogled at your bare pussy fully on display for him. He wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you down closer to him. He dipped his head down to lick a painfully slow stripe down the center of your pussy and your hands fisted the sheets attempting to hold yourself still. He did that a couple more times before wrapping his lips fully around your clit, sucking softly. The sensation had you a whimpering mess on his bed.Â
It didn't take JJ long to realize that this was his new favorite place in the world, but he couldn't let himself get used to the idea. Cause this was a one-time thing, wasn't it? He started flicking his tongue, tracing his name into your clit like he wanted to own you. The noises falling from your lips were driving him mad, he was so painfully hard he had to stop himself from grinding against the bed for just a little bit of friction. He wanted so badly to slide his fingers deep inside of you, make you fall completely apart but he didnât want to overwhelm you. So his tongue was gonna have to be good enough for now. And boy, was it. He had you arching your back, nearly seeing stars as that coil inside your abdomen started to wind up. He reached a hand up under your top to grope your tits as he continued lapping hungrily at your pussy. You placed one hand over his and the other slid down to glide through his hair. He moaned against you when you tugged at it gently.Â
âIâm so close.â You spat out as you continuously bit your lip. You donât know how he managed to move his tongue against you faster, but he did. Before long, your legs were shaking and you were squeezing his head between your thighs. He didnât seem to mind one bit as he sucked on your clit, riding you through your high. Your head flew back completely on the pillow as he licked you clean. You were trying to catch your breath as he left sweet kisses on the insides of your thighs. You leaned up, grabbing for him to pull him in for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth when your hand grazed his throbbing cock through his shorts. He didnât realize it was an intentional touch until you did it again, and again. He pulled away from your lips and you let out a whine.Â
âY/N, itâs okay. You donât have to-â
âIâll be gentle baby, I promise.â Your face softened at his words and he attached his lips back to yours. He kissed you so sweetly, so passionately almost like he was in love. But you didnât let your thoughts wander. That was a conversation for another time. His hand trailed down in between your legs and your breathing hitched when he started rubbing your clit. âIâm just gonna get you ready for me okay?âÂ
âPlease fuck me JJ.â He had never been cut off by a more perfect series of words. The number of times he had imagined being buried deep inside of you with his cock was shameful and he did everything he could to push those thoughts out of his mind daily. But here you were in front of him, begging for it.
âYou want me to be your first?â You nodded eagerly as you pulled at his shirt. He didnât give it another thought before pulling it over his head then helping you lean up to rid you of your last remaining articles of clothing. More curses fell from his lips at the sight of you completely naked under him. He had never been this hard in his life. He wrestled with his belt and signed in relief when his cock sprang free from his boxers. He could see how visibly nervous you had gotten when you saw his size.Â
After toying with your clit for a moment he slid his digits down and you could feel them probing your entrance. He worked his mouth over to your neck and left tender kisses as he slowly slid one finger in. The feeling wasnât new, you masturbated often but you could never really manage to get yourself off with anything other than a vibrator. He slowly slid in another before pumping them gently in and out. His fingers stretched you out and went deeper than yours ever could. The room was filled with your helpless whines and whimpers all over again as he curled his fingers upwards, finding that sweet spot inside of you that you could never manage to find yourself. As bad as he wanted you to cum around his fingers, he just couldnât wait any longer to be inside of you. He pulled his fingers away from you and spread your legs wide for him, getting ready to align himself before looking back up at you.
âIâm ready J.â The tip of his cock spread you apart more than anything ever had before and you hissed at the pain as he slowly pushed his way in. He stopped immediately, refusing to move before you gave him the okay to keep going. You could tell he was having a hard time suppressing his moans at how tight you were around him. He leaned down to kiss you again when he finally bottomed out and started rubbing your clit again to help ease your pain. When you were finally adjusted to the feeling, you broke your silence. âOkay.â Your hands clung to his back with your nails when he pulled out and slowly pushed back in. He watched your face as you winced the first couple of thrusts but his mind was put at ease when your cries of pain became cries of pleasure.
âYouâre doing so good baby, youâre fucking perfect. You feel so good around me.â He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he increased his pace slightly. He relished in the fact that he was the first guy to taste you, to make you cum, to be inside of you. He pushed away his thoughts of praying he could be the only one, the last one. That was a conversation for another time. Your moans progressively got louder and louder as his cock hit that spot inside of you perfectly each time. You were squeezing him so hard, he had to fight off the urge to cum too soon. He had to get you there first. He increased his thrusts even further and started rubbing your clit once again. He swallowed your moans with more loving kisses as he felt you clench around him. He started twitching inside of you after that and you could see a state of panic wash over his face.Â
âJJ.â You started to speak but he pulled out of you quickly and his cum shot all over your stomach as he groaned.Â
âShit, Y/N Iâm sorry.â He looked embarrassed and you giggled.Â
âJ, you didnât need to pull out. I started birth control a couple of months ago just in case. Iâm sorry, I tried to tell you.âÂ
âDamn.â Was all he could say as you both still fought to steady your breath. He hopped off the bed to grab a towel and cleaned you up. Once he was done with that, he went to grab his clothes and you promptly grabbed his hand stopping him in his tracks.Â
âWanna do it again? I want the FULL experience this time.â He knew exactly what you meant and he felt like he had died and gone to heaven.
âFuck.â He mumbled just loud enough for you to hear before he crashed his lips back into yours.
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SYNOPSIS; [3.1k] Who knew being sick could be grounds for rekindling a flame with your ex...
WARNING(S); swearing, mentions of being sick/throwing up, mentions of a failed relationship, Y/nâs a little mean but itâs warranted (for the most part), hurt/comfort (?), mild angst, fluff at the endÂ
A/N; My first post got a lot more attention than I anticipated, ty all sm. I was literally smiling from ear to ear like a fucking kid but hereâs something new! Iâm trying to make my way through all the basic genres (like fluff to hurt/comfort to angst, etcâŚ) to get into the hang of it so bare with me please.
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I FELT LIKE SHIT. Absolute shit.Â
I woke up with a sore throat and decided to pour up a glass of tea, hoping it would ease the dry aching of my throat, even if only temporary.Â
I didnât have work today. In fact, I was due to hangout with the Pogues in a couple of hours. It was nothing special. We were just planning to hangout at John Bâs, probably drink beers around a fire and pass out.
But now, as I sat up from my nap hours after I gulped down my mug of hot teaâthroat feeling ten-times worse, a spontaneous and incessant headache pounding in my skull, and my entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite feeling cold to the point where I was lightly shivering, I didnât think going out was in my best interest.
Even swinging my legs over the edge of my bed was a struggle. They felt too heavy to maneuver.Â
Just then, my bedroom door was cracking openâmy mother peeking in, dressed in her waitress uniform. âHey, hun. Iâm off to work. You gonna be alright?â
âYeah. Iâll see you later.â I insisted, voice raspy. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stepped further into my bedroom, coming to stand next to me with a hand on my shoulder.
âAre you sure- Jesus, Y/n, youâre burning up.â She hissed, quickly removing her palm from shoulder and moving it to my forehead, flipping it back and forth to assess my body temperature. âHold on.â
Then she was stepping back out into the hall where I could hear her rifling through the hallway closet. She re-entered the room seconds later with a thermometer, prompting me to open my mouth as she turned it on and planted it underneath my tongue and I clamped my lips around it.
I felt like a child but I couldnât care less.Â
A few moments pass and the device sticking out of my mouth was beeping and I take it out. 102.4. Damn.
âWell, youâre sick alright.â My mother proclaims, taking the small device from my hands. She sighs and runs her hands down her face. âI could call in and stay here if you want? Iâm sure-â
âMom, Iâll be fine. You donât need to call out of work just because I have a fever, or whatever.â I assured her.Â
âAre you absolutely positive? I know you havenât had the best past few weeks lately and-â
âMom.â
I knew what she getting at. And Iâd be lying if I said she was anywhere near wrong. First, JJ breaks up with me out of nowhere after being together for over 2 yearsâIâm talking no explanation or anything. Having to be around him and act like we were just friends, which I guess now we were, sucked. So, in truth, being sick wasnât too bad right now.
Then, I get a rejection letter in the mail from one of the colleges I applied toâone of my top choices, at that. Now, I feel like someone ran me over then threw me into an incinerator. I appreciated her concern but I wasnât on the verge of death, no matter how much I felt like I was. Iâd be fine. We needed the money.
âGo to work. Iâll be okay. If I need something, I can call Kie or someone.â I told her with the best smile I could offer. She was still hesitant but she nodded, exiting the room with a âlove youâ. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I let out a soft sigh. Closing my eyes for a few moments to let the pounding in my head subside for a few moments before I had to face the inevitable and get out of bed.Â
Standing up on shaky legs, the room spun for a moment until it steadied and I was walkingâmore like dragging myselfâout of my bedroom and to the bathroom across the narrow hall.
I opened the mirror cabinet above the sink looking for pain medication until I found it, barely full with maybe a small handful left. Trudging my heavy frame through the hall once again, this time to the kitchen, I poured myself a generous glass of waterâwith ice because I hated the taste of room temperature water, sick or not.Â
Taking a sip beforehand for good measure before throwing the tiny tablet back and washing it down. Now, there was nothing I could really do but wait for it to kick in.
A shower could probably help to ease some of the pain, though.
A shower definitely helped. My muscles didnât feel as sore, either. However, Iâm sure that was thanks the medication finally kicking in. I still felt chilly and my throat was definitely still struggling. There was nothing more I could think to do.Â
So, walking out of the bathroom, steam curling out behind me, I made my way to the living room, grabbing the throw blanket that was slung over the edge of the small couch and plopping down. I just wanted to lay down and get comfy but staying in my room wouldnât help at all. Plus, I was closer to the kitchen if I got hungry and fairly close to the bathroom if I felt the need to throw up.
Sifting through Netflix, I settled on some show I had passed a few times.
The third episode of whatever I was watching was starting and so far, I had gotten up to drink some more waterâthe mere thought of food making my stomach cave in on itselfâand took another ibuprofen when I felt my headache making a return. I was reaching for the remote to turn the volume up when the door bell rang.
I groaned, not in the mood to get up. Pausing the show and wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I rose from the couch and drug myself to the front door.
Upon opening it my eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights.
âWhat are you doing here?â I asked the boy standing in my doorway. I truly didnât mean for it to come out so harsh but I guess the bitterness Iâd been hiding since our breakup was crawling to the surface.Â
I didnât even notice how dark it had gotten outside, the sun had completely gone down.
âWe-uh. You were supposed to meet us at The Chateau but you never showed soâŚâ JJ said nervously, a hand on the back of his neck as he avoided looking me in the eyes.Â
I had completely disregarded my plans with the Pogues, meaning to tell Kie that I wasnât feeling well and hoping sheâd pass the message along.
However, this was the first time JJ and I had been aloneâtruly alone since he broke things off. Anytime we saw each other was around the Pogues or at school. We didnât even text each other separately anymore.Â
âGuess I just wanted to make sure you were alrightâŚâ He trailed off. A gust of cool air swept through my house and it was then that I realized I had him standing outside.
Stepping to the side, I motioned my head for him to come in, an action of which took him by surprise but he accepted the invite nonetheless.
âYou couldâve just texted, yâknow.â I spoke, closing the door behind him and locking it. âYou didnât have to come all the way over here...â I couldnât help the judgmental tone of my voice.
Yes, we broke up but I still couldnât help the dissatisfied feeling in my stomach behind it. JJ never gave me a reason as to why he decided to end our relationship. We were together for a long time and we went through a lot. So for him to break things off on the simple premise of things ânot working outâ was off-putting for me. Even Kie said that it was kind of a dick move and didn't make sense.
I moved past him to plop back down on the couch, my legs beginning to feel weak the longer I stood. JJ stood awkwardly behind me and though I couldnât see him, he was practically radiating nervousness. I sighed and turned on the sofa to face him.
âJJ.â
âHm?â
âPlease, sit down somewhere.â
âOh. Sorry.â He apologized, moving across the screen in front of me to plant himself on the couch, on the other endâas far away from me as possible.
We sat in silence for a few minutes. I donât know why I just didnât unpause the TV or ask him why he felt the need to come all the way down here but he was the one who came here so I just let him work out whatever he was going to say, if he was going to say anything at all.
âAre you sick?â Was the first thing he said after a couple minutes of radio silence.Â
âHuh?â I turned my head to the right to face him only to find him already looking at meâthe first time heâs actually looked at me since we ended things. I forgot just how it felt to look in his eyes, the way my heart would speed up.
âYou look sick. I-I mean, not like you look bad, you just look tired and your nose is kind of red.â
âUh, yeah. I meant to tell you guys I wasnât gonna show up. Just slipped my mind, I guess.â I muttered, the raspiness of my voice now accompanied by shakiness from how it felt to actually talk to JJ after weeks of not doing so. It was extremely awkward but I'd be lying if I said I wanted him to leave.
âDid you eat anything?â He inquired hesitantly, genuine concern laced in his tone. I could still feel his gaze on the side of my face since I tore my own away. I shook my head ânoâ and within seconds he was standing from the couch and disappearing towards the kitchen.
I knitted my eyebrows at the sound of his heavy shoes hitting the floor, a sound I missed dearly when he would come over or stay the night. However, my confusion didnât subside as I followed after him, finding him opening the cabinet where we kept the canned foods, pulling out a can of soup. âOh, absolutely not.â I started, shaking my head and walking over to him, blanket still on my shoulders.
I stood in front of him, reaching for the can until he held it above his head and out of my reach. I huffed and leaned against the counter beside me as he raised a brow. "Do you not like this flavor or...?â
âI donât need your help.â
âItâs just soup.â
âNo, itâs not. Itâs some kind ofâŚgesture, or something.â I countered weakly.
âI donât think it is.â He shrugged.
âWell, I do.â
âNo, you donât. Youâre just mad at me.â
My jaw dropped slightly, trying to find a response. But he was right. I had no reason to stop him from heating me up a can of fucking soup. I was just pissed. Iâm still in love with him and whether he knows it or not, Iâm still hurt.
âI have a right to be.â I murmured under my breath, sliding down against the cabinets until I was sitting on floor, legs out in front of me. JJ pulled out a pot and poured the soup in, adding a bit of water since it was condensed and turning on the stove. Once he got it all together, he was sliding down too, except on the opposite side with his feet next my hip.Â
âI know. I donât blame you.â He faltered. He sounded sad.
âYou never told me why.â I whispered, trying not to strain my voice but also slightly nervous about the conversation that was stirring. JJ sighed a placed a hand on my calf, waiting a moment to see if Iâd pull away or brush him off. I didnât.
âI got scared.â He admitted. His words sent me into a mental spiralâwe were together for 2 years, I thought we were way passed the stage of being scared of commitment or whatever. âStop thinking about it.â He said firmly, seeing the tell-tale signs of my confusion written all over my face. âJust- I know we talked about it before. Commitment, loyalty and all that stuff but when I was talking to John B a while ago, he was saying stuff that just made my head spin.â
âLike?â
âIt was nothing bad. Just stuff like, he could see us getting married and having a family and that he didnât think I had it in me until he saw how I was with you.â
âAnd that scared you?â I questioned. I couldnât hide the hurt in my eyes. âThe thought of a future with meâŚscared you?â
âNo, no, God no-â
âYouâre confusing me, JJ.â I hated how weak I sounded, as if the thought of him not wanting to be with me would be the death of me. But JJ was a huge part of my life whether I liked it or not. He had seen every part of me.
âIâm saying-â He took a deep breath, lifting the hat off of his head to run his fingers through his hair before putting it back down and letting his head fall against the cabinet, looking up at the ceiling. âIt was me. I want all of that with you but Iâm not sure if Iâm cut out for it, yâknow? And I know you told me you wanted all of that somewhere down the line but I never thought about it so deeply before. Weâre graduating soon and I just never really took the time to think about what would happen once we actually grew up. I probably wonât leave here and lord knows Iâm not cut out to be a father-
âDonât. Donât even go there. Youâre nothing like him, you know that.â
âItâs not that.â He chuckled humorlessly under his breath, head falling back down to look at me. âI ate a moldy sandwich for fucks sake, Y/n.â
That elicited a laugh from me that I couldnât stop. âYeah, I was there. I still think about it sometimes. You can be so gross.â I spoke through laughs. When I came down, my eyes met his once again. âBut seriously,â I started, my smile dropping slightly. âYou couldâve told me. You should have. JJ, if I wasnât sure that you were what I wanted, I wouldnât have roped you in with me.â
âYou say that Iâm what you want but, am I what you deserve?â He questioned, defeated. I could see the tears brimming in his waterline, threatening to spill with one blink.Â
I donât know what confidence washed over me but I was suddenly crawling over to him to straddle his waist, making sure to take the blanket around my shoulders with meâthe fleece falling over both of us as I cupped his face with both hands and looked him in the eyes. I was mad when he broke up with me and none of that bitterness had dissipated until now, as this beautiful and loving boy sat here and poured out, what I hoped was, the last of his insecurities to me.
A boy who had loved me regardless and only did what he thought would be better for me in the long run. A man who barely received love in his life but was able to give every ounce he had to me. And he was asking if he deserved me?
âJJ, I love you. If anything, I donât deserve you. With the life youâve had, you couldâve easily become the biggest asshole this world has ever seen.â He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. âBut you haven't. And so what if you donât make it out of here? I donât care. And who says you have to? JJ, you will do something with your life. You didn't even think you'd be graduating but you look at you. You're gonna walk across that stage with all of us. I donât care whether itâs in the Outer Banks or thousands of miles away from here, you will be amazing. And whenever we get to that point, because we will, you will be an amazing father and husband and whatever else. Youâre it for me.â
He stared into my eyes, a lone tear falling down his cheek. And I could see his full expression now, he was so vulnerable. âYou mean that?â
âI wouldnât say it if I didnât.â I spoke softly, my own eyes beginning to water.
âI still love you, Y/n. And Iâm an idiot-â
âNo, youâre not. Youâre just a big ass softie who sucks at communicating.â I laughed, him joining. Once we quieted down, my hands dropped from his face as one of his came up to cradle my cheek, he was leaning in to kiss me and at the last second I turned so his lips met my cheek.
He pulled back with a look of puzzlement. I shrugged with a shy smile on my face, âI donât want to get you sick.â JJ rolled his eyes and the hand cradling my cheek moved to grab my jaw, holding it in place as he placed a long and sweet kiss to my lips. God, I missed this feeling. Once, he released my face, he was smiling and his cheeks were pink. âYouâre going to get sick.â
âThen Iâll have an excuse for you to take care of me.â He said as he stood up, not moving me from his lap, just holding me close so I wouldnât fall as he rose from the floor, me wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned to the side so my frame wasnât blocking his view as he looked at the boiling pot of soup and turned the fire off, my arms around his neck and head leaning towards him. âWhoâs the big softie now, huh? Youâre clinging to me like a Koala.â
I just shrugged, not bothering to pick my head up from his shoulder to look at him. âYou picked me up. It's not like I wasnât going to stop you.â Just as I said this, he sat me down on the counter to retrieve two bowls to pour the soup into. Pouring it equally and putting spoons into the bowls, he turned around, handing me my bowl with a napkin underneath as barrier between the hot porcelain and my hands and placed his on the counter as he stood next to me.
âDoes this mean weâre back together? Because I missed you way too much for this to not mean anything.â I asked timidly, swishing the soup around with the spoon, still not entirely keen on the idea of eating.
JJ paused, letting his spoon fall into the bowl as he stood to his full height once more. He cradled the back of my neck and went in to place a kiss on my forehead. âWouldnât dream of it being any other way.â
